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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: Rambling's Room 1036

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Myth wasn't sure what to make of the fact that in one minute she was with the two girls in a castle-like home only to be shuffled to somewhere else entirely in a matter of minutes. Then she remembered that she was dealing with a god and his offspring. Was it so hard to believe that they had powers too?

She took the sandwich and the sugar graciously. She knew she liked those girls before extending her attention back to Bruce and another boy. "So yeah. Um, kind of got the rundown on everything from these two. So you are a god from legends I grew up on and we..." she glanced at the other boy, "did things. So mind telling me what's going on now?"

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven Safe House

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Fleur understood and she would bring the coven up to speed on everything in due time. She owed it to Nera to see her remains be laid to rest, even in unfamiliar territory. However, before she could Jezebel came in clutching her head and Fleur knew that to mean one thing: the girl had another vision. Seeing as how the previous one led to her altercation with Bruce, she wasn't looking forward to hearing it.

But hear it she did and a wicked smile spread across her face. It was delicious in nature and something she hadn't expected. She sent Jezebel off to get some rest before she scouted for Constance. "Change of plans. Let's get those defenses up but we have a new goal in mind. And this needs to be planned to the detail. I won't have another fiasco like at the Castle." And she relayed the vision Jezebel told her. She knew Constance would approve.

It was to be a new dawn, indeed.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Sister Genevieve

Location: Outside Hordebuster (Near Ash)
Skills: Gun

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As gunfire pelted the truck along with the pitter patter or rain, Genevieve closed her eyes and said a quick prayer for protection over them in their time of need. After that, Genevieve took out her gun and checked it before she stepped out of the Hordebuster. The gunfire was an issue, but Genevieve had noticed that Ash was shot. While the others handled their own things, Genevieve ran over to Ash. "No, you will not be dying tonight. Not if I can help it."

Genevieve glanced around at the man unleashing his spray of bullets. He wasn't hitting anyone, but he was coming close. "You're better alive than dead, I'll provide you cover fire, get behind the truck and we can take care of your wound." Genevieve didn't wait for a response. Instead, she aimed her gun at the firing man and shot at him. Her aim was true (Praise God!) and hit him directly in the chest. He stopped firing and fell to the ground in a pool of his blood. He was alive, but he was not shooting.

She glanced at Ash, waving him to get moving as she watched for more danger.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Debutante Blush

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside -> Grand Vestibule (B4) -> Grand Vestibule (C9)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Debutante Blush giggled girlishly at the lovely lady's problem. "One could choose easily if one knew the right choice to be made. But I shall not be hurt too much if you choose wrong. After all, I will be around should you inevitably see the light, my darling." She winked at Chanteuse Amaranthine before she made her way to the large building they would be entering. She saw her delightful Miss Creme awaiting her and her heart fluttered (among other things).

She quickly made haste to her darling. "Petal, how kind of you to wait for me. I do hope I did not keep you waiting long. I had something to take care of, you see. But I would not part from your side a moment longer if it could not be helped. Yes, let us walk inside and be away from this chill. As you can see, I did not dress for warmth. Well, not the kind of warmth one would expect, at least."

As she entered, Blush looked around the vestibule. "Come, petal, let us not stand like commoners. There is plenty of room here for the two of us." She walked over, arm entwined with Creme as she made her way over to the seat, sitting comfortably down and patting the seat next to her for Creme to take part in.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 102: Library/Study -> Faith's Room
Skills: N/A

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Faith sat there was word after word were hurled at her like venom biting into her skin. She felt herself getting hot, either from embarrassment or anger, she wasn't exactly sure. She was being treated like an overeager child. Again. Could it be helped she was worried about Eve? And she wasn't alone! If something was going on, they should be involved. What was the point of training if they were just supposed to sit around and "think about it".

She had half a mind to stand up and unleash her rage and then she thought about it. Really thought about it. She glanced down at the envelope again, with the words from the Emendators on her performance. And she knew then how right they were. In fact, she pictured Eve most of all. Would Eve want her to rush forward, looking for her without training or preparation? Would Eve want her to attack the Emendators that trained her? Would she want Faith to be the spoiled brat she had been in her previous life or would she ask her to step above it? Bite her tongue and do as she was told. It may be unfair. It may be unwanted. But it was needed. Especially now.

Faith nodded her understanding. She stood up as the others all got up to do their own thing. She didn't want to do much else but be alone with her thoughts. At least for a brief moment. She glanced at Bart as he had his "keep calm" face on and she smiled and winked before walking out of the room and NOT slamming the door, though she wanted to. Desperately.

She made the journey to her room where she opened up to familiar territory now. She flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. They were right. She knew they were right and it killed her that she had been so close to blowing it again. She had to be better. She had to rise above and accept this role she had been given. She had to remember she was a Paradox. It wasn't something she wanted, but something she needed.

If they wanted her help, they knew where to find her. She would track down Eve if she were in danger. For all she knew, the Emendator was on a vacation. Yeah, she could just picture her in any time period. Maybe even back at that club? Faith shuddered at that thought. She would not want to go back there if she could help it. But knowing how things often went, she was sure it was not the last time she would see the Club.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Funeral Home
Skills: N/A

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Priya made note of the footprints and their disappearance before the smell of smoke invaded her space. She glanced up and saw the remnants of a fire pillowing up to the sky. It seemed there was a forest fire. As if Roy heard her, she felt the vibration on her phone and looked at the message. Roy knew about it, at least. She sent a reply, "Sounds good. Let me know if you need back-up." She put her phone back as a fire truck came barreling down the street.

Now, Priya prided herself on being able to read people. She read Ryan pretty well. The man on the back of the truck though. The way he smiled...made her feel uneasy. Was he a fireman eager to help? Surely even Firemen weren't happy to be going to a fire. No his smile was more intense. As if he knew she was watching him. But what could she do? If the fire was being taken care of, that was it. But did it all connect? The footprints? The balloon? The mention of a clown? And the fire?

Priya walked back to the Funeral Home and walked inside to where Ryan and Riley were. She didn't hear their conversation, but that was none of her business. "Roy texted. Tim will be picking us up in a bit to get to a hotel. Roy had to go to Chicago for something. Oh, and there's apparently a forest fire" Priya kept the man on the truck, the footprints (though perhaps Riley noticed them outside) and all else to herself. There was nothing there, yet, but Priya would be damned if she ignored it. But she would let Riley finish up with her sister first. It was the least she could do.

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

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Docks - The Ferry
Skills: N/A

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Truth be told, Jo had been looking forward to this ever since she was branded. Getting away from the humdrum of the museum and the barracks. The only drawback was that she was not with Haakon. She still remembered her promise though. She would figure this mystery out and, when the time came, the story would be told and Haakon given the credit he deserved.

And, of course, a movie would naturally follow.

She would let that figure itself out later. She had dressed for sailing today. She wore a Navy Blue dress reminiscent of sailors. She thought it would be a nice nod. Plus it helped with the heat. She sidled over to the rest, particularly Nora. She had to admit her talk to the girl was good for both of them. She hoped the girl would take her advice. And maybe find a nice man. "I am so looking forward to this. Frightfully fun." Jo ignored the new woman who approached to talk to George. It seemed he had a sister. More people the merrier, she supposed.

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Faye Masterson

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Location: Aboard The Boat (2nd Story Rails)
Skills: N/A

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Faye often did enjoy people watching and there was certainly people here that needed watching. It may have been her eager mind at work, but she was sure that something exciting was about to happen. She was practically shaking with anticipation. It only settled her down to know that her partner (if one could call him that) Richard was near her. She didn't dislike the man. Far from it, he was smart and knew his stuff, but he waved off the supernatural as if it were nothing and credited himself with being her protector. She needed no man watching over her shoulder. However, she would be remiss to not show that she was thankful for the help.

"Well, and I know you'll be flippant about this, but I am positive there is more in the works there. I mean, Egypt is riddled with mystical history. I am positive we are heading in the right direction. I mean, we are heading to his last known location, right? Surely there is something there."

She looked around her, at the people. There was an assortment of color. This certainly would not be boring, at the very least.

🦄 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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Colette could not hide the blush that slowly crept up to her cheeks. It appears as though she had not retained her lessons on thinking before one spoke. Nan would be rolling in her grave right now. Colette cleared her throat to mask whatever embarrassment was to come forth. "I apologize. I felt that since you and your crew did us a service there was no reason to hide my intent for travel. It seems I have...what is the phrase...put my shoe in my mouth?" Colette shrugged and sat down.

She noted the pistol as it appeared on the table first. Colette tried to mask her surprise, but then again, these were pirates. However, they proved to be nothing more than hospitable to her and Fyror (she hoped!) and they did save their lives. If they wanted them dead, surely they wouldn't have bothered rescuing them? But then another thought crept. She came from a wealthy family. And she was sre Fyror did as well. So did they mean to imprison them for ransom? The thought couldn't help but enter her mind.

She would have to keep her wits about her. She stared at the glass offered. She wouldn't mind warming up more with a drink, but what if it was poisoned? She really was paranoid at this point. Adventure awarded the bold, did it not. She picked it up and took a sip, letting the warmth travel down her throat. "The attacks were...brutal. I managed to escape from a party, though others were not so lucky. My name is Colette and, again, thank you for rescuing us."

Experiment X

Mythri Naidu

Location: Xavier's Mansion

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Truth be told, it all sounded fantastical to her too, and she had been in the hologram! But if they were to piece together what happened, it was as good a shot as any. "Let's do it then." She did not ignore the girl's nonchalant comment about killing their enemies. Is that what would be required? Taking human life. Mythri thought about it and decided that she would kill if it meant protecting herself or those she loved, but killing to protect strangers? Even if they were being held in a facility against their will, it seemed...wrong somehow. Like they were no better than their enemies.

She mentally shrugged it off. Perhaps she would talk to Charles about her thoughts later, once they were done with this. If she were to stay on board, she had a lot of concerns to voice out before she agreed to help any further. There was already a lot being placed on her and she wasn't sure if it was all worth it. Saving lives was, but endangering others was not.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: The Van -> Cells

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Allison wasn't really mad at Dean. Not really, but she felt she was entitled to some right to be angry for being blamed for things she tried to stop. She knew the plan was bad, she said as much, and they still left. So she did what she thought was best and went after them with news that would have hopefully turned Jakobsen's opinion around on attacking them, only for it to be a trap. And she ran into it.

"Jakobsen is going to have a daughter. His daughter is going to be a mutant and in a vision, I saw them experimenting on her. The girl looked miserable. I wanted to tell him, maybe even show him, this future in hopes that he would stop this nonsense, but look where it got us. And now the tower is being attacked and those at the office are probably in trouble too."

Soon, they were ushered out into different cells with her and Ayita in one and the guys in the other. And they had a guest. Someone familiar to them, though judging by her words, that was not the case. "Umm, pretty sure you were just with us. In the plane? On the way to Stark Tower? Do you not remember flying to help keep the jet in the air with Nina?" She looked around at the others. "Something's not right."

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Sara Grey

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Location: Streets Outside Stark Tower

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Thankful someone had some sense to them, Sara hopped on to the vines as well, though she felt Folly's idea was a bit...worrisome. The girl was continuing to make her feel uneasy. "We should make sure the others inside are all right. Perhaps speedy could aid in that endeavor since he can move fast. The rest can hold back the Sentinels. I mean, I don't know what else to do."

She realized she was not a leader, not by any stretch, and was new to the team, but it sounded fine in her head. She shrugged and waited for them to get moving. The sooner, the better.

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

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Josephine Clark & Nora Kingston

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Location: The Barracks (Officer's Lounge - Garden City Hotel - The Barracks (Front Gate)
Skills: N/A

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Jo took the letter from Vera and pocketed it. She had to admit she was rather touched that she would task her with something. Perhaps she was finding herself as part of the team. "Will do, darling. I shall head over there right now and deposit this before making my way back to my room to collect my things. Oh I am so looking forward to this. Absolutely thrilling!" Granted, death had occurred, but still, excitement was palpable.

Outside, Josephine waited for Nora to come out so they could walk together. She was feeling a tad odd since the two of them had never conversed before and she didn't want the trek to be just dead silence. Still, surely there was something the two had in common?

Nora had changed into the spare clothing that they had on hand at the barracks, irritated to be stuck in a pair of trousers. Not only was the heat of Egypt bad enough already, she found the garments to be awfully constricting. There was just a limited range of motion as compared to wearing a skirt or dress that she found abhorrent. Of course, her mind was also on the matter of her traveling companion - the American starlet.

She just hoped that Josephine could not be any worse than the Mosi woman had been. "I am sorry for holding you up ever so slightly, shall we be off?" Nora asked quietly once she arrived outside.

Jo waved the woman's comment off. "Think nothing of it, darling. It's a lovely day out here. One thing Egypt has going for it is the weather, if you enjoy heat, of course. Much better than the States. Rain often and the winters there. Ugh. Anyway, shall we?" Jo motioned for them to walk and they set off for their hotel.

"So what brought you to Egypt, if you do not mind my curiosity."

"Oh..." Nora paused, thinking of the best way to formulate this. While some in her position would have lied and come up with an alternate reason, Nora was an honest person at her core. And she did not mind sharing this information with Jo. "My father has business here in Egypt, working as an anthropologist. He offered to bring me here to serve as his assistant, as he did not approve of my intended choice of vocation - a clerk." She then paused for another moment. "Truthfully, I believe he means to hide me from the eyes of the Ton here."

Josephine listened as Nora spoke and her story was similar to many she has heard of before and probably will again. The dreams of women being dashed and put on hold so they can do what their parents want or for them to be married off and start families right off the bat. "Too common a story, I fear. I was lucky to have a grandfather who respected my dreams of wanting to be in movies otherwise, who knows what I would be doing now? Probably at home with two or three kids, cooking meals while my husband worked. That's not the life I want."

As they walked, Jo couldn't help but see Nora in a new light. She seemed uptight before, but perhaps there was more to that than she originally thought. "If I may be so bold, darling, you are young. Plenty of time to chase your dream still. If a clerk is what you want then a clerk is what you should be. But if you hadn't been put here, you would not have been brought into this adventure we are on. That can be either a good thing or bad thing, depending on your view."

The expression struck Nora as a bit strange - all Americans were bold. Yet she felt relieved as well, seeing that Jo was not nearly as fake and inauthentic as she had initially suspected. She had judged her harshly initially perhaps. Her eyes flickered over as Jo gave her counsel on dreams. "...I do not know what my dream would be...It never seemed something meant for me - to have the luxury of a dream." Perhaps it would be to work as a clerk. Yet Nora truthfully did not know - she had long ago accepted that life would always be unsatisfactory, a little bit empty, too distant and unfeeling.

Jo shook her head. To see a young woman not have a hope in the world was a horrible thing. Really, how many like her were back home? Content to being just a housewife, just a mother, just a person that is meant to look good, not talk, and have the paper ready for her husband every morning? And how many of them hated it? She had nothing against housewives or mothers. Far from it, if that is what they really wanted to do. But often women were forced to do such things without thinking. "Darling, everyone has a dream. Surely, in your younger years, you've given it some thought? I knew I wanted to be seen by the masses ever since I was little."

As they reached Nora's building, Nora nodded at the man at the front desk - her thoughts still partially on poor Neema and the events that had transpired - as she went up to her set of rooms and got quickly packed. She had left word at the desk to have her father come and collect Spot, to ensure that he was cared for. Of course, Jo's words brought out a certain sadness in her. She hadn't been able to afford a dream as to what she wanted to be or do one day when she was younger. "I suppose back then, all I wanted was to live," she said softly. "...I was not supposed to live to my tenth birthday, according to the doctors."

Jo had to admit she was not expecting that answer. It was a sad reality that there were many out there in less fortunate situations. She often overlooked them. She would have to break that habit, when the time came. "I am truly sorry to hear that, darling. But I am happy you got through it. And, if anything, that just means you get to make a new dream. That's the best thing about dreams, you see. You can create them at any time and anywhere. Like...I would like to see more of the world. Egypt is the only country I've visted, but I would love to see more. France. England."

Having collected her belongings, Nora placed the bag over her shoulder, accompanying Jo now to her place of residence. The thought of a new dream...Nora wasn't certain if she dared to hope for that much out of life. It seemed to be something meant for others, those like Jo who were able to move so effortlessly and attain what they desired. "Thank you," she responded first, dealing with Jo's condolences. She hadn't told her the worst of it yet and she saw no reason to. Even though she had survived the illness, she could never have children - an option taken away from her before she was old enough to ponder whether or not she would ever want to make that choice, to become a mother. "The English countryside is lovely," she added softly. "....Perhaps traveling would be enjoyable."

Once Nora collected her things, they moved easily to Jo's room, where she packed her own belongings. Once outside, she continued the conversation. "Oh I would love to visit England. Though I would visit London first. But a pleasant trip to the countryside would be enjoyable too. I just like the hustle and bustle of cities. When you live in Hollywood, you tend to get used to it." Jo didn't mean for that to come out braggy, but it couldn't be helped. That is where she lived. "Once the matter is settled here, I imagine you could travel anywhere you'd like. You are a young lady with a bright future, whatever you choose. If you wish to travel, you travel. If you wish to stay and be a clerk or an assistant to your father, then you do that. But you should do it only if you desire. I don't believe for a minute that women should be told what and what not to do. We are our own people."

"Perhaps...." Nora mused, falling relatively silent. She wasn't sure what else she could say on the matter. She couldn't come up with a dream or intense desire like that on a whim. "Are you ready to return to the barracks?" she then asked Jo quietly.

Jo was a bit frustrated, unsure if she got through to the woman. She hoped she would ponder her thoughts on the matter. She hated seeing women unsure of themselves. They ruled the world, after all. "Yes, let's make haste."