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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Outside Museum -> The Barracks
Skills: N/A

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Jo continued to help Vera inside as the others helped Mahendra and dealt with any other unpleasant bodily issues that Jo would rather not talk about. No, she would much rather console the poor woman who seemed to have misfortune follow her. Or perhaps misfortune was following all of them? She didn't want to think about the poor woman dying outside the museum. However, circumstances were now growing concerning given the fact that they seemed to be dropping off like flies.

Was it another accident? Mahendra's injuries surely were. Then again, perhaps there was more to that too. Jo shivered a bit. She didn't want to think some supernatural entity was targeting them, but if one could brand her finger, then surely it could cause chaos such as a box falling or being burned in an accident.

She waited for the Lord Major to come and take care of Vera. Jo really was at a loss for words. A rare occasion, to be sure. The blonde woman, Lauren (huh, she remembered her name finally), tried to console Vera as best she could, but truthfully, it WAS Vera's fault. Of course, it was an accident. Josephine knew that. It still made her uneasy, just how easy it was for these accidents to happen.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Debutante Blush

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Location: Shadowell Forest - Front Gate - Chair 12
Skills: Charisma
Hit Points: 4
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Debutante Blush was positively elated to have the lovely young lady "up and at 'em" as they would say. Her eyes positively glimmered in the moonlit night. "My dear, do not fret yourself. It has been a long journey, to be sure. I, myself, would love a chance to take a nap, but I would rather not chance it, just yet, as I am sure you know." Debutante Blush looked around her, noting other characters sitting along them. As she did, sparks flew when she gazed upon some notable heads. Why, this journey was proving to be quite the assortment of characters!

However, her attention came back to the gorgeous little bird in front of her. "If I may be so bold, petal, but you are quite lovely. I don't think I have ever ran across an individual with such exquisite refinement and natural beauty as you. Really now, this journey worried me at first, but having you along as a companion has certainly made this worthwhile."

As she spoke, Debutante Blush could feel a warm prod of her bare shoulder. Annoyance flickered on her face, before it was quickly remedied with a smile as she turned to face the person who poked her. The man himself posed a question to her and then reached for his head like he had a hat on, which just made him look quite silly. "I am afraid I do not know, sir. You see, I was too busy having a lovely conversation with this delicate flower next to me. A conversation, I am sad to say, you interrupted. However, I am sure our friends on the other side may know of that noise." With that, she gracefully bowed her head before returning to look at Miss Creme, "So sorry about that, petal. Where were we?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Sister Genevieve

Location: Greater Shiloh Baptist Church (E7) -> Outside Church (E7)
Skills: N/A

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It had truly been a glorious day. Kneeling on the ground before the cross, Genevieve finished her silent prayer. It had been eventful getting to this point. Once she said Amen, she stood back up, picking up the sword she had laid on the ground next to her. God's sword, she started calling it. The Sword of Mercy. It's sharpened blade had cut many a vermin she had run across, even those here at the church. It had pained her knowing people had sought safety and sanctuary in a church only to perish and wake up as one of...those.

She sheathed her sword and took in a breath. Arrangements were not ideal, but God often put you through hard times in order to reward you kindly later. "Thank you, Father, for your most bountiful blessings," she said to herself. She walked through the front doors of the church, anxious to get a better understanding of her area.

Once out, she checked the surrounding area and her eye hit a strange sight. A sight she had not seen. A rather large looking vehicle was perched alongside the road, and there were people! Why, this was fortuitous indeed! Eager souls she could help! Surely God had put them in her path. But, she also knew the world now was more dangerous than ever. She had to go carefully. So, sword at her side, gun at the other, she stepped forward towards the truck.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: Outside Jakobsen's Office

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Allison felt a little odd riding her friend, but there was no other way to get there quickly. As they rode through, Allison noticed how easy it was. She expected some more resistance, but they got there relatively easy. Once there, Ayita shifted out of form rather quickly, leaving Allison almost tumbling to the ground. Before she could turn to check, she felt a prick on her neck. She checked it and felt the dart.

It was a trap. Sure enough, men came over to them, armed to the teeth. How could she be so dumb? She could kick herself for putting Ayita, Richard, and Charlie in danger, but she had to try. She looked for a way out. If she were powerless, that left little she could do. She put her hands up and walked over to one of the guys. "Fine, let's go then." As she got near him, Allison attempted to steal the gun, but she overestimated her acting abilities and the guy smacked her across the head with the gun.

She rubbed her now throbbing head as Richard moved to cover Ayita and, thus, herself. Before she knew it, Ayita had grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. It seems running was the best option now and Allison sprinted quickly. She looked back to see if Richard was ok and if Charlie was following. They needed to get out of there quickly. Hopefully, those in the office were all right.

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Sara Grey

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Location: Jakobsen's Office

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Sara looked over as Pietro doubled in pain and Guin checked on him. He stated what she had already feared. If those in the tower were in danger, it was either OMEN or the Sentinels attacking. That explained why Jakobsen was not under guard. He didn't need to be. "He's attacking them. Allison was right. We need to leave, now!" She wondered if Jakobsen would just let them waltz out of there. She felt a power go off and looked at Carolina from the future. She knew (from word of mouth) her ability and Sara copied it. She managed to catch the man that came in, Ricky, and enter him. Once inside, she walked back into the office.

"Oh sorry, chief. I forgot something." Once she was satisfied he believed her, she walked towards the desk, eyeing the others. As she got near, she balled a fist and swung at Jakobsen. However, the man caught her (or rather, Ricky's, arm.). "Oh sorry boss. Thought I saw a fly?" She knew she was busted so she quickly left and returned to her own body. Enough time to see Folly unleash her own attack on Jakobsen. "All right, leaving now." She said as she walked towards the door.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: Bruce's Residence

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Myth woke up as Bruce prepared to leave. She had a wonderful night with him. Far better than she had originally anticipated. And better yet, he provided her a home away from the danger of those riots. She hoped there wasn't too much damage, though she feared for the worst. She laid in the bed, comfortable and unwilling to get up, but she knew she had to eventually.

She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt. She remained barefoot as she walked around the room. She couldn't help herself, she was curious as to who Bruce was. Would he be mad if she explored? Maybe the twins would give her a tour? They seemed to like to tease him. She crept out of the room and looked around. She was excited and nervous. She never felt this way before. She felt a tingly-ness in her stomach. Another new feeling.

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven Safe House/Antonije's Observatory

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Fleur sat at the table, sipping a delicious cup of tea. She nipped at the fruit provided but didn't much care for it. Instead, she waited for this man that Jezebel warned her about. A man did come in, but it was Antonije. "I would have thought you would be happy to see us to bring a bit of excitement in your dreary life, dear. And thank you for the hospitality." She added a bit of snark. She could do worse, but he was Constance's family and she would not do such a thing.

Before she could finish her cup, the door exploded open and a man walked in. A rather droll looking (but kind of handsome) man. Fleur glanced up and finished her tea before she stood and walked over to the man. He seemed to be familiar with her somewhat. "Petal, don't you find it incredibly rude to bust open someone's door before knocking. For all you know we could have been naked. Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. Now, I imagine you are the man my lovely friend told me about. I am Fleur, a pleasure I am sure. Now I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Bruce was it? And I do so hate being at a disadvantage, so why not come in for some tea and we can talk about your sisters." Truth be told, Fleur was ready. She didn't know why he was so angry, but she was not without some defenses of her own if he continued to be angry.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: On the Open Sea
Skills: Language -English

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Safe from the creature, it was now a battle against the water that, with each roll, attempted to pull her away from Fyror. She could feel the man clutch her and pull her closer to him. She could feel his breath in his chest and she would probably be forever grateful for him saving her, if they lived through this encounter. However, she was pulled back harder now. She wanted to scream but could not find her voice.

Until she realized she was not being pulled by the dark abyss of the water nor by the creature they had just encountered. Instead, she was hoisted aboard the ship. She looked at her savior and couldn't help but notice his rugged handsomeness. It may not be the best time, but Colette could hardly not notice. She sat, shivering on the ship's floor as another man called for a blanket, assuming for her. "M-m--mer-ci.." she managed to quiver out before she scanned the ship to see if Fyror made it out.

She caught his form despite the night and breathed a silent prayer of thanks. They seemed to be safe, for now. She was cold and wet, but alive. The question remained though: who were these men?

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Funeral Home
Skills: Profiling

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Priya had a sense and she followed through with it. The man walked with a certain air about him. She got a sense he was a criminal, but now he was more than that. He also oozed authority, like a lawyer. And then it hit her. She HAD seen him before. Hell, her precinct ran into him countless times before. Ryan O'Reily. A lawyer who often took on hard cases involving drugs and homelessness. It now made sense how he was connected to Riley's sister.

However, it meant that Ryan did not like her too. He had a reputation as a cop hater and the fact she was outside of her own jurisdiction meant she couldn't do much else. But she did tell the truth. She was here to help Riley and if that meant going toe-to-toe with Ryan, she could do so in a heartbeat.

Before they could go off another man came barging in. He spoke with a lisp and Ryan managed to calm him down enough for the man to look over to Riley and attack her. Priya started to try to put him down until she noticed he was merely hugging her. Who was he now? Her sister? What strange family dynamic was now unfolding here? "Anyway, let's find a better place to sit and talk, yeah? We have many things to discuss, it seems."

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Mei Qiáo

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Location: Galley
Skills: N/A

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Before Mei could respond, the Captain had returned from the hallway. She didn't know what to make of the previous fighting she heard along with guns pointing at people she had originally assumed were friends and now she was telling them that the sisters were leaving. And then she hugged the newcomer. Mei had to rethink previous ideas she had. However, it did make her job easier as she now had two fewer people to investigate. If the Captain wanted them off the ship, it had to be for a good reason, especially if she held a gun to them.

She did have a job to do currently and she would get it done. "With all due respect, Mr. Foy, it was more a demand than a request. I have no problems talking to you on your own terms if that be the case and I can follow you to wherever you plan on going and we can be near whoever you wish," she eyed Jackie at this comment, "But I do need to speak to you. If that means we leave, then lead on."

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Jacqueline Croix

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Location: Galley
Skills: N/A

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Jackie had to take a minute to catch herself as Captain Ballcruncher started choking the new lady. Wait no, she wasn't choking her, Jackie had just assumed. No, she was.....was she hugging her? Good God! Out of everyone on the ship, Jackie had not expected Captain Ballcruncher to be touchy-feely and it made her feel squiggly inside. She needed to drink something or go screw something in order for it to go away now.

And the sisters were leaving? Eh, Jackie didn't care one way or the other. Less established crew meant an easier time getting a spot on board right? Right!?!

And to top it all off the woman (still needed a nickname!) that asked to talk to Barber Boy was now demanding. Jackie had to give her credit, she had balls (though hopefully not for real). "Hey, if she wants to come and watch, more power to her. I do often love an audience." Jokes aside, Jackie was also curious as to why she wanted to speak to Barber Boy. It had to be good and juicy.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Vara's Office -> Outside Museum
Skills: N/A

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Josephine watched as Akhmed took Mahendra away and she turned back to Lady Munn. She had to admit she was curious as to what the woman was thinking. She had to feel incredibly guilty. It was now getting dangerous to stay. "Come on, Lady Munn, let's get over to the Barracks." She offered the woman an arm as they followed the others outside.

But perhaps they shouldn't have left, because once outside of the museum there was an intense feeling of something massively wrong. First, the smell was unlike anything she had smelled before. She put a hand over her mouth, but it did almost nothing to mask it. "God, what is that?" However, Jo didn't need to ask in order to find out her answer as she saw Lauren talking to Akhmed. Fears realized that the smell came from burning. And it was none other than Neema who had fallen.

And to top this ice cream sundae of a day, the other woman decided to vomit all over Nora. Jo had had enough. "We can talk and find answers when we are safely inside the barracks and away from this mess. Come along." She still held on to Lady Munn (for her own benefit as well as Lady Munn's) and made her way to the Barracks. She didn't want to spend another minute outside.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: Finley's Home

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She had had him in her room before, so why was she so nervous. They sat next to each other on her bed before. Hell they fell asleep next to each other before. This time it felt more intimate. She hated feeling like this. "Umm, not really no. I was maybe going to take the exam to be a private investigator. Maybe take some photography classes at a community school before I commit."

Truth be told she hadn't thought about the future. Not really. There were the occasional thoughts of offering to take over the coffee shop. Maybe even do photography full time, but she didn't want to do just wedding photos or nature shots. She wanted more. "What about you? Any plans?" She wondered what kind of future a guy who turns into a werewolf could have, really. Could he have career but step away every so often to turn?