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

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Josephine Clark

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Location: The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: N/A

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Jo smiled brightly as she introduced herself. It was one of very few occasions she had introduced herself to someone in their group and was met with kindness in return. "Well aren't you just the sweetest thing? I can tell we will get along swimmingly, darling." She also took the candy that was offered to her. "How thoughtful! I would love some." She said as she at the piece. It had been a lot while since she had candy.

Just as Jo was about to speak some more, the shrill shriek came that she was sure she heard the last of. Why couldn't the box have fallen on his head instead? She fought off the urge to push the man off the boat and let the waters take him as she knew the Lord Major was fond of him (what that said about either of the men she dared not say). Instead, she was content to listening in and letting the intellectuals talk. She had her own goal in mind, after all.

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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 was more or less happy to be along for the ride, though she often enjoyed watching people and making up stories. Her glance caught a few on the main deck. Some dressed for sailing weather. She swore she recognized one of the women, but it was hard to tell from this distance. The others were all congregated around each other and speaking. Obviously friends on an adventure, if she had to wager a guess.

She, too, noticed the army men and that was peculiar. "I can't say I know, but isn't that odd. I know army men go where stationed and I believe there is some sort of headquarters for them here, or whatever you call it, but to be on this ship and going to the same place we are? Perhaps that is a sign we are on the right track, after all?" Faye couldn't help but be invigorated.

And she also heard the loud yell that pierced the air like a knife. "Golly, was that a person screaming? Could have been a wail of a departed spirit bent on haunting the boat. Either way, best to steer clear of him.

🦄 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 thought on Regalia's words carefully. After all, they had an air of truth to them. People should do good because it is their choice and nothing else. Did Fyror save her life because he felt he had to or did he do it purely out of goodness. Now she was doubting him and he had been kind to her. Though, perhaps she was quick to offer allegiance to a man she just met. "You are correct. Of course and how silly of me to say such things. I do not mean I am indebted to him nor would I ever wish to be. That is why I am here. Well, not here, as in this ship, but in this country away from home. To fight for my own independence. For my own choice to decide where and with whom I go."

Regalia asked about her training, which was fortunate as the two subjects connected for her. "Oui, I am trained. I studied in China and was rather fond of it. In these times, it is important to be able to defend oneself. As to your other matter, I find battle in dresses to be a bit difficult, yes, but I feel it is also...what is the word...ironic? You see, a woman dressed in finery is often expected to be just that. Something beautiful to look at, but not much else. Maybe she is able to keep a home, or she can sew, or sing, or dance, but she is there to be paraded around and often looked down on. Now, if the Soulless were to attack, how amazing would it be for this woman, this flower, to wield a blade and kill all around her? I enjoy it for the element of surprise just as much as for its defense."

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way

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Once Myth finished her impromptu cleaning session, she went to go find Bruce. She was having butterflies in her stomach from meeting his family for the first time, she couldn't imagine what was going through his head. She found him in the main area, almost like he wasn't sure what to do with himself. So she gave his backside a little tweak before coming around to face him, "Good morning love. Today's the day, huh?"

She glanced around, wondering where the twins and Antonije were. Though she had a feeling she knew exactly where that boy was. "Any idea as to when your family is coming? And what do I say? Wear? Any questions I shouldn't ask? Any questions I should ask? Is it rude to stare if they are as gorgeous as I am picturing them to be?" Such questions were rapid fire. She could admit, she was nervous.

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven Safe House

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Fleur believed all should have their say. After all, she was now commanding a large force. However, doubting her plans and capabilities was a quick way to your demise. But, they were new. They had to learn. She listened as the blond warlock mentioned a delegation. From a land without Magyk also. Jezebel confirmed. "Interesting. It may be useful to gather information from them. I will meet with them, but I would like a few to be with me, should things go sour as they so often do. Just a handful, nothing more than necessary."

"As to the other comment, I would watch your tongue and who you speak to. But your words have merit which is why you are not a pile of ash on the chair you sit in. The Manuscriptorium is a possibility and one I've been considering. I would need trusted sources to go there and ensure we get results. If anyone has a plan to do so, please come see me once we adjourn."

"If there is nothing else, then that will be all. Constance, if you wouldn't mind staying back a bit, I must speak with you. And whoever else wished to speak to me after regarding plans, of course."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Command Area
Skills: N/A

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It didn't bother Tinley so much. After all, she wasn't here to make friends. She got her answer and that was enough. The comment about reading thoughts was a well-meaning threat. She has not done it intentionally, nor would she, but it has been helpful and she would not deny the possibility of using it if it meant helping the mission.

She gave a light shrug once they touched down as Kennedy came out. "He wants to be a part of this team, he better get used to it, especially if I get another hint of something off about him. Be that as it may, we got a job to do." She was already suited up and geared ready to go, so she left to meet the team.

Of course, she saw what was happening outside, just as the others did. It was not what she was expecting. "All right, that's new. Mission doesn't change though, we get in and out quietly. If whatever is going on there becomes pertinent we will deal accordingly, for now, make sure everyone has their head in the game, someone please donate Agent Smith their power, I have a feeling mine will do you little good, and let's get to it."

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Tempest Renroir

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Location: The Lounge (Level Two)
Skills: N/A

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Tempest was ready once the doors opened, however the scene before them proved to be surprising to everyone else. "Well, that doesn't look good." Tempest stated the obvious. In fact, it looked pretty bad. Like something they should investigate. Perhaps she could find information as to why that was occurring.

Until then, she would follow orders. Blonde scary woman was dishing them out. "I have healing powers, not sure if you'd rather have powers useful in a fight. Other than that, I'm good to hack and slash and generally cause everyone to have a bad day." She was geared up too. Phone with all essentials on it, gun just in case, and a wicked sense of sarcasm all at her disposal.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Sister Genevieve

Location: Outside Hordebuster (Near Ash/E8) -> Main Street (E7)
Skills: N/A

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To others, the calm weather may be signs that the storm was letting up and that they could safely travel now and prepare. But Genevieve knew better. This was the calm before the storm. That wasn't just a saying, it was a fact. And they had to get to safety and soon. "You'll do your friends a lot better if you are not injured. I will go see to them." She let Amelia handle that, for now, as she made her way over to the two by the car.

She saw them both along with the little bundle of joy. "Praise be to the Lord that the little one is safe, but we are not out of the woods yet. The lull in the weather means a tornado is on its way and we need to get inside somewhere and board it up and hunker down until it passes. Are you both able to move?" It seems God was not through testing them yet, but He always did have a plan. Maybe it was a way to bring these people together for protection? She would see to their safety as best she could.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: Finley's Home -> The Lake

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Finley geared up her bike and, once Declan was on, kicked it up and drove off. They would be at the lake in no time. She hated lying to her grandparents, but things were getting too close that she had no choice. If they found out how close she has been to danger they would have stopped her, especially given what happened to her dad.

They drove in silence, mainly because it's hard to talk over the engine of a motorcycle. But they arrived at the lake. "Cool, Olivia should be here soon. In the meantime, anything going on in that head of yours?"

Rise of the Evos

Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:

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^{Wednesday, August 18th - Seattle, Washington}

If what these siblings were saying was true, then they were connected. Which means they were all in danger. It was best to catch them up to speed with what she found out. "So I am a forensic anthropologist and recently came into possession of remains that looked familiar. Upon further research, I found that the man died in a similar fashion to the one the news broadcasted recently. The one from the dream. Not only that, but it seems the man had abilities like our own, if what his wife said was true, and he was being stalked by someone before his death."

"Then me and a friend in New York, Olivia, find out there are more of us out there and more that have been targeted. And more likely to be targeted. We're split down the middle with how many are targeting us. Olivia believes it's one person, but I still think there is more than one at work. How this teleportation nonsense fits into it is beyond me still, but that is more or less what we've figured out."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Command Area
Skills: N/A

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Tinley stared at Raynor for a moment. His little tryst with Sparks aside, he wasn't a bad agent. How this information played, well that would be up to him. "As you know, Agent Raynor, I have the ability to control minds. Seemingly, as a side effect, I can also hear other people's thoughts. That's how I found out about Agent Riviera. Why am I telling you this? Partly because it is something I want you and everyone else to remember."

"But I also heard something interesting. It sounded like you speaking Scandinavian. Now I know you are very good with languages, but there was something off about what I heard that I didn't quite place until now. It sounded...old. Archaic, if you get my meaning. Something I don't think people in Scandinavia speak. So I'd like to know how and why you know such a language? Call it professional curiosity. You aren't in trouble, for this at least, though I was serious about kicking your ass if I catch you and Sparks jeopardizing the mission because you want to make out with each other.

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Tempest Renroir

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Location: The Lounge (Level Two)
Skills: N/A

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Tempest shut her computer down once the announcement was made. She could probably do better in the field, anyway. She took out her phone to make sure it was ready before she stood up and stretched. She was anxious to get started and finally do something. "So, anyone been to Latveria before? I saw some not-so-nice things on the web. The ones they don't show you in the news with peace talks and hand-shaking politicians, but I've never been. Wouldn't go anyway, place gives me the creeps."

Though she hadn't had much training in the field, she was confident she could handle it. She knew how to work a gun, knew how to play with a building's security. Plus, she could heal. It was like she was created just for this purpose! How meta. "I'm rarin' to go. Let's go stop the bad guys!"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: Cells

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Allison waved off the comment. She can admit she was in the wrong, but until she heard it from the horse's mouth how stupid the original plan was, she would continue to think of it all as idiotic. Regardless, there wasn't much they can do in their current predicament. "Even if I wanted to, the inhibitors are still at work. Can't use powers, otherwise, I'd try for a vision to see about getting out of here."

Allison sat back down. It seemed they would have to wait. At least for a bit, until something happened. If those men showed up, maybe they could get the jump on them? It seemed risky, given their injuries, but she wasn't about to stay here and be tested on like she saw Jakobsen's daughter go through.

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Sara Grey

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Location: Stark Tower

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Sara had run through the halls, finally stumbling on some of the others. Though it wasn't everyone, it was still nice to see them alive and well. "Yep, calvary's here! Mary got us up here from some vines so I dunno about the staircase. And yeah, meeting went about as well as expected. We also believe Allison and others, probably Ayita, were attacked and taken. There's....blood on the street outside of his office. Once we take care of the Sentinels we can see about finding them."

Sara glanced around, "Do you know where the rest are? You are the only ones I've found so far. Need me to escort you out of here?" She was kind of hoping they'd say no, but it was also in her best interest to see that they got out safely from the attack. Hopefully the others could handle the Sentinels for now.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Faith's Room
Skills: N/A

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Faith continued to stare at the ceiling, making imaginary shapes as time passed. It was more of a way for her to cool down and not be in the way than anything else. She knew if she had stayed there, she would have snapped. Most likely at Alicia. And who knows what would have transpired from there? She hated being called out like that in front of the others. Bart seemed at least somewhat understanding.

Was she in the wrong though? This wasn't selfless (or not fully). She was worried about Evelina. The woman just vanished, the other Emendators are whispering in languages no one else can understand, and she's supposed to stand there and do nothing? Whatever. If that's how they wanted to play it, that is how she will play.

She finally sat up and grabbed the knife that Gil got her. She sharpened it some more. It had become a regular occurrence of hers to maintain her blade. While she did it, she practiced her accents. She felt she nailed the British accent, could still use some work on Southern and Midwestern. Her valley girl was on-point though, Nancy would (hopefully) be proud. See, she was trying!