Lady Absinthia

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Silvia Adenias

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Location: Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1 ---> Tristan's Floor

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Silvia stood there rocking back and forth on the heels of her boots as the man in front of her examined her papers, perking a brow at the glare she was receiving from the newly arrived woman as she passed. Sighing she turned her head as the woman walked by and kept her eyes locked on her; a grease monkey it seemed. Not that she had anything against them, she spent plenty of time herself working on her own cruiser back home. Well more like watching and trying to learn as her friends did. She knew how to handle it better than most others, the inner workings were not something she had had the time to really get to know even if she wanted to. "Well fuck," she muttered under her breath.

Turning she looked back over to Tom as he introduced himself, her expression blank even as the blood from the nail gouges on her chest seeped through her suit. "Yay, already hated by one person. Shall I go for two?" she said more to herself than anyone else. Letting out a bit of a breath between her lips as she looked him over. "Yeah, bodyguard I hope I don't need. Never needed one on Earth but from what I hear about this planet Earth doesn't have the issues that this one does. Now, as far as a punching bag goes; I don't know what you have heard about me but I never attack anyone who has not physically assaulted myself or another without provocation. It is as simple as that," she explained of herself. Knocking someone around was just not Silvia's idea of a good time. It never had been. Defending herself or another was one thing, ripping someone's mind apart for grins and giggles was another.

"Noted," she said as she followed Tom to the elevator and remained silent as they went up to Tristan's floor. Stepping out of the elevator she let out a low whistle. "Well, this place looks a lot nicer than Earth Main Tower, half of ours is underground. Hell, the corridor to my room back home is a dirt tunnel," she chuckled thinking back and already missing it. This place was just too clean for her liking. It was like it was sterile and made her afraid of touching anything, she might contaminate it.

As the door opened to Tristan's quarters and Tom introduced her a glass mug of hot and foamy coffee went flying towards her head. Her eyes flashing as it halted in mid air and went crashing back towards Tristan, missing him by an inch before it slammed into the wall behind him. His eyes flared as he stopped pitching the hissy fit he was in the middle of only to start it back up as his eyes narrowed towards Silvia.

"How dare you!" he bellowed, his fingers curling up into balls beside his waist. "You could have hit me with that! Scalded me! Sent me to the infirmary! I would have you tossed into the stockade if you dared caused me one ounce of pain!" he screamed at her as he took a step closer. Silvia just stood there as if what he was saying meant nothing to her and actually rolled her eyes at the man.

"Okay, let's get this out of the way quickly. One, you threw that at me so I was merely defending myself from an oncoming assault. One that if it had hit me would have forced your Head Of Security here to Slap you in irons for violation of Talent on Talent Assault Code 143-B2Z - Talents of Level 1 in Rank are forbidden from attacking another Talent of Level 1 in Rank unless defending themselves from said Talent of Level 1 in Rank. Two, if I had hit you then I would have been in the right as stated in Talent On Talent Defense Code 560-FK9 - Tanks Of Level 1 In Rank are permitted to defend themselves in any manner they deem fit for the situation if assaulted by another Talent of any Rank without fear of retribution or punishment. Three, if I wanted to hit you with that I would have. Four, if you cannot block a simple telekinetic toss then you have no business running a Tower; that might explain your lack of flair when catching my vessel. And last but not least; I am not some typical Tower Lead In Training. You are as stuck with me as I am with you, so you just might as well get used to this type of attitude from me because I will not stand there and take your Cuntittude like others are forced to. Don't like it, take it up with GTC, they are the ones that dumped me here."

Silvia didn't flinch as she spoke and once again her voice didn't even raise to a level of annoyed. She was clam, cool, and collected as she spouted out regulations, codes, and her feed back to his attitude as if she didn't care what type of reaction she got from him. She didn't. Tristan on the other hand did not take what she said nearly as well as she had dealt it out. His eyes flaring up as if he was about to raise every last bit of furniture in the room and chuck it at her and her out the glass panoramic windows in the process. Seeing his fingers flare out Silvia took a step forward as she rolled her neck from side to side and placed herself between Tristan and Tom.

"Fucking try me prick, I dare you," she growled, her voice finally cracking; taunting him to throw another attack her way. The first had just been because of whatever reason he was pitching a fit but it worked well enough for her to establish a few things; one was that she was not just going to blindly take whatever he did. This on the other hand, that was a look she knew well from other Talents. If he threw anything at this point, it would be a purposed assault towards her. She wanted him to. The look in her eyes told Tristan that, that she wanted him to snap on her.

"Get her the fuck out of my sight, you have grave shift for the next 56 hours!" he spat before storming off to his bedroom, the door slamming in place before the sounds of many an item crashing and breaking against walls echoed out. Silvia shrugged slightly as she turned back around and looked up at Tom.

"Well, isn't he just a peach? Mind showing me to the MOR? Seems I am on shift. I guess I will settle in after the shift is over," she said nonchalantly before stepping passed Tom back out of the room and towards the Elevator.

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The MOR

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Up in the Main Operating Room, Craig took a seat at his desk and watched the event unfold with Silvia disembarking from the shuttle, the yelling, the scene in general. Perking an antenna as he zoomed in on Silvia and Tom, noting the blood stain forming on her suit. That was a first. Not that he hadn't seen a T1 bleed before, it happened. Granted it was usually from the nose, eyes, or ears, and had to do with a mental attack or over working. Seeing one bleed from an actual attack was something he had only seen once before. A T1 not even mentioning how the bleeding happened was unheard of. Most were babies, crying and whining that they were going to die from the slightest trickle of blood. Silvia just walked off with Tom as if nothing happened.

Leaning back in his seat she scratched the wiry hairs on his chin before leaning forward and downloading the security footage from the vessel to see exactly what had gone down before the doors opened. What he saw left his mouth agape. Soon as they had made the jump the ship had been put in auto for landing. That was a common thing. What happened next he hoped wasn't so common. The man went over to Silvia and acted like a fool, resting his hand on her thigh at first. Silvia had removed it mentally it seemed before standing and starting to gather her items to leave the ship. Next he grabbed her rear. Craig was shocked she hadn't already put him through the hull, most T1's would have.

Then he saw the cause of the blood, his nails gouging deep into her chest. Was this man high to try to attempt this on her? Shaking his head he queued up his com to Tryke. "Hey, may or may not like this but I need a double crew on the ship you are repairing. Once the ship is repaired it will be confiscated until further notice and that pilot is to remain on the ship until Fisher decides what to do with him after he gets a chance to see the assault," Craig said through the com down to Tryke.

This was not how he expected the day to begin, granted one could never be sure what to expect when a new T1 arrived. He didn't know what to think about Silvia. He understood the lashing out at the man but T1's were careful to follow procedure. She had, kind of. Staying just within the rules enough to make it a gray area. This could either be very good for the Tower or very bad. Only time would tell.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@DizzyIsabella

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@DizzyIsabella Sounds good, just get it in before that counter turns to Day 8, you are riding dangerously close.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Okay, as of now we are only accepting Male characters for this RP (Other than those female characters that are already in the works as already notified to the GM as this point or preapproved by the GM at this point.) So, that means there are 2 on the table and no more - at least not for a while. We are completely taco heavy in the RP and suffering from a sausage shortage. Just is way unbalanced as far as population goes. So from now if you want additional characters in the RP or new people come along - Male only. Sorry folks, we gotta work out this imbalance.

Also - Long Term Rpers in the RP (Those here more than 3 months, may up their current numbers from 3 max to 4 max)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Alright folks - Updated our current and past player list. Right now I have put a hold on anymore Half-Orc characters in the RP. I know people love to play them we have just had a bit many of them for proper population representation. So, right now, they are off the table other than the ones already approved in the Original OOC. And seriously, I am pushing for some dwarves, gnomes, and halflings!!!

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia McMillan

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Location: The Gym

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Cynthia giggled and being as Cynthia was she darted off away from the crowd for a few moments before returning with a chair, a soda and a bag of popcorn. She was tried of waiting around for snacks and such and figured she might as well eat something. Adelaide had made sure the entire thing was catered and people were not eating as much as she thought they should. What was it about death that made people not eat? Wasn't that way for Cynthia, granted Cynthia was not a like most people that was sure enough. Maybe back in High School she would have lost her appetite but these days she figured if there was death running about she might as well eat. A little habit she got into during her time at Shady Pines. Eat while you can because it is better to be medicated or killed on a full stomach. Seriously, in the end no one is going to regret that last Twinkie.

Things seemed okay as Tim stood there next to Riley and eyed Jacob a bit; while Cynthia watch Riley and grinned as she sat there with her cheeks puffing out from the over stuffing of popcorn held in her cheeks like a little chipmunk. When Jacob spoke she giggled, nearly spitting out her food before she was able to force it down and take a slug of her drink. Smacking her lips a bit she smiled as she looked over towards Tim.

"Now watch this. Riley has opened the conversation with a non-committal question that could easily be brushed off with an answer of "nothing much you?". Yes yes, as many people would answer towards someone they really had not had contact with over the years and who they did not get along with during those days. Now Jacob has retorted in a confrontational manner by spouting off his achievements over the last then years. Yes yes, see that. Yes I do see that. He is informing us that he is busy, owns his own business and is wealthy. The How about you nearly challenging Riley to out do him. Yes, I see this. A tango of the demented? In a way. Both suffered from bullying and issues growing up. Yeah, well we didn't help with that. True but it wasn't just us. That makes it okay? No, it doesn't make it okay but plenty of people get bullied and they don't turn out bad. Okay true but doesn't mean we should have. No, but it also shouldn't be used a crutch for the rest of ones life. No it shouldn't but these two seem to have done alright. Have they? Financially they have. True but in other ways? Well I don't know, they aren't breaking down their therapists notes for us. They have therapists? Well we do. Well yeah but that is for a different reason. True but doesn't everyone have one these days? Do they? Well isn't it the in thing? How so? You know, fuck up, see a Freud wannabe and then come out with thumbs up that everything is fine? Maybe but I am not sure. Neither am I. So what do we do now? Watch? Watch! Then shut up! Oh right!"

Cynthia finishing her ramble she shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth as Tim shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair as he pushed it back and put his sheriffs hat back on and hoping that Marc would get out there soon enough, he wasn't exactly sure he could put up with any more of Cynthia's rambling and kind of felt sorry for Riley being the one stuck with her for the evening. Letting out a short breath Tim looked back over towards Jacob. "So where were you yesterday at 4 p.m. until now?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits ~hooks up the coffee IV~ Got ya covered

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Danica Graves

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Location: #8 Aunt Sues Inn -> Outside Her Room
Interacting With: No One

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End Of The World Travels By Danica Graves
Day 1

Well here I am, in the middle of what people are calling the Epicenter of the End Of the World. I just settled in fully to this room in this inn at the end of the Universe. I hope that The Heart Of Gold Shows up, cause that would really be a cool way to get off the planet right now. You know, whisked away with a space man by holding my thumb out. Maybe I could write the next edition. Give them a Humans point of view instead of that idiot Arthur Dent. I know to have a towel at all times and I know what the fuck a Babblefish is. I am so more qualified than he is at giving our world's point of view. Granted, there hasn't been a mass vanishing of Dolphins so I wonder if this really is IT ya know?

The town seems pleasant enough but it reminds me of a lot of other towns this size in Washington and even back in Oregon. So not exactly sure what I will be able to tell you people about this place other than everyone is either running for their lives out of town or running into town going ooooh and aaaahhh. It is what I feel Roswell New Mexico must have been like back in the 1950's. A bunch of crazies.

Speaking of Crazies, had one hand me a pamphlet when I came into town. God he was weird. Reminded me of that guy in Contact. You know, Busey's son. That guy with the big teeth and white hair spouting out about god and religion and such? Yeah, one of them. I swear, it took everything in me not to order a bowl of pea soup from the diner I was in and gulp it down only to spit it on him and yell some really bad things about his mother.

Well on that note. I'm hungry. Might as well step out now. Maybe I will find something interesting. Maybe not. Anyways. See you all tomorrow if there is a tomorrow for Day 2!

Toodles Bitches!
Dani~

Hitting post on her blog she closed her lap top and smirked to herself, that one came out a lot faster than she had thought it would. Grabbing her bag and keys she stepped outside her room and locked up. Stepping over to the sidewalk she looked around. Now, where to go for some fun times in the End Times?

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Amy Chang

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Location: Altsoba Methodist Hospital ER
Interacting With: Idiots (I mean Patients and The ER Staff)

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"Wait, so you are telling me because Dr Asswipe decided to run away with his tail tucked between his legs I have to be the one to man up and head up the ER tonight?" Dr Chang growled from behind her clenched teeth as she stood behind her desk and shoved her hands into her lab coat pockets. This was just what she needed right now. Yeah, needed it like she needed a hemorrhagic yeast infection.

"Hey, I'm only passing along the memo. Don't shoot the messenger," Nurse Able said before spinning around and flipping her blonde pony tail at the doctor and walking out. Amy picked up her bog and pulled out her soft ball, squeezing it a few times and figuring if she really wanted to she could knock the bimbo out with one fast pitch to the back of the skull. Sighing as she pushed the thought of justified rage out of her mind she dropped the ball back into her bag and shouldered it before she headed down to the ER.

She hated working in the Er, there you actually had to deal with people who were awake and could talk. She liked her patients like she liked her men. Unconscious and letting her do what she wanted without complaint only to thank her when they finally woke up. Looking around the place was in chaos and from what she could see on the board most of it was stupid stuff that happened when people went into a panic. The staff wasn't doing much better than the patients were it seemed. All eyes glued to the TV watching the latest announcement.

Stepping over to the TV she reached up and pulled the power cord from the wall and then ripped out the cable for the cable as well and pocketed it. Turning she shoved it into her bag and glared at the staff that she was in charge of for the evening. The staff looked about as happy to have her there as she was to be there. "As long as the world hasn't ended yet, why don't do you and get back to work before I make you wish it had!" she snapped.

The staff jumped and went back to work. Sighing she pinched the bridge of her nose and counted to ten. She knew this was going to be a long night, the staff did as well. Dr. Chang had a bit of a reputation for being hard to work for. She was great in the OR, got the job done, worked harder than most anyone there, was a perfectionist but her ability to get along with her co-workers was her downside. She had been referred to as the Heartless Heart Surgeon more than once and it was a running joke that she had chosen the specialty because she was looking for a heart to replace the one she had. Some said it was two sizes too small. It didn't help that for the last Halloween Party she showed up as the Grinch.

Hearing a Code Black get put into play over the intercom system she groaned. Dropping her bag in the break room before heading off to Trauma Bay 1. It was going to be a long night.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Zoie Crawford

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Location: Inner Wall Post --> Armory

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"Don't you be worryin' none about me Boss, I'sa come back. If's not, then you takes good care of Froggy and Honky Tonk for me. I be trustin' them lives in yer hands," she said before looking over to Krista and reaching over, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a quick squeeze. She didn't know that her sister was gone but she did know what condition she had been in when she ushered Richard out of the room. If she was up there she figured it was one of two things. Keeping busy while her sister slept, or keeping busy because her sister was taking the final sleep. Either way she figured the girl could use a hug.

Steeping back she heard one of the viking girls say they needed three and shook her head. "Boss, rather it be another you trust than two we dun know ya know? No offense to Thor's daughter but I's like to stack the odds in me favor. I might be quick but two of them and one of us don't exactly sit right. Not till we've had a drink together at least," she said quickly in her thick southern drawl not really caring at that point who heard her.

"But Yer call boss. I'sa goin' to get what's I need and be rights back to the gate," she said before turning and heading down the ladder and running off at full sprint towards the armory. Running in she smiled over to Tim and James as she darted over and started grabbing what she needed to make her little Zoie Distractions.

Evenin' gents," she said as she started duct taping things together and shoving them in a back pack as she went before stepping over to James and grinning at the things he had gotten together for her. "Nice work Mr. James. Thanks a bunch fer gettin' these together fer me. Really a big help. Um, minds if I ask you a question?" she said s she stood there, biting her bottom lip slightly.

Keeping her voice quiet so Tim wouldn't hear she waited for a nod or an okay from him before she asked. "Listen, I knows we don'ts like knows each other anymores buts yous the best I gots to gauge this place. That Mexican tolds me before he um, hads me makes sure he gots a clean death that I needed to take care of the place and thats this a family. And Boss man, wells he's asked me to stick around as well his second here. I knows you an upstandin' man Mr. James. I respect that, respects yous. Has since I was young. Yous tell me my peoples will be good here, I'll take thats and be happy to stay but I trusts that if you thinks we need to dart out youda tell me. So yeah, askin' ifs theres somethin' I needs to know before I say okay? Yah know?"

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Astrid Hansen

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Location: Outside the Newnan Inner Wall

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Astrid hadn't wanted to say she was speaking for the group because she wasn't but the guy was obviously looking for some sort of leader of the group. If she went down she figured it was best she take the leadership tag, then she could also take the fault tag. Bridgette was the only person she gave a damn about and while the two butted heads, they kept each other alive and in her mind might as well be sisters.

Pulling off weapons she tossed them into the back of the wagon but kept the shield. He had said weapons, not defensive items. Not her fault she knew how to fight with one. Perking a brow as Bridgette offered herself up as the third party she wondered why the woman would want to possibly take on a hoard but then again Bridgette never had a problem with getting her hands dirty.

As the southern Belle spoke up it caught her attention. The woman might have a crazy as hell idea fitting of Loki but she obviously wasn't stupid. This was going to get interesting because she doubted that Bridgette would take it well, then again, maybe her sister in arms might just say fuck it and enjoy time inside a wall instead of running from the rotters. Either way they needed to get a move on, no matter what was decided.

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location: Carrollton, Ga

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"Because it alvays does," Tati said as she glanced out the back window at the growing group in the distance as they pulled away.

Shaking her head she reached onto the dash and pulled down the map of Carrollton they had grabbed when they were scavenging the day before; trying to figure out where they should try next and what places might be safer than others. There were several places that she figured it would be a good idea to stay away from. Any schools were out of the question with only two of them. Those places were usually the first to be turned into refugee centers, first to get over run, and first to get raided by larger groups. That was out. Same with the jail and the prison. No way, not as a duo.

"Here," she said chewing on her bottom lip. "County DMV," she said. Was a little off the main road, a place most wouldn't think to try, probably had snack machines, and with any luck maybe a car or two left in the parking lot they could siphon for gas. They had hit several DMV's over the years and had had decent luck with them, as well as minimal crawlers. It was a good a place as any and better than most that were popping into her mind right then.

Leaning back in her seat she started dishing out the directions as best she could between the map and the blocked roads. Hopefully they would get there sooner than later. Would be no more than a couple of minutes if there hadn't of been apocalypse traffic but with end of the world traffic jams, it could take all day.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Dj Lawson

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Location: Next to the ambulance outside of the barricade --> By The Smoker

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Lawson stood there, keeping the majority of the press at bay and away from Riley as the paramedic checked her out. Glad to hear it wasn't anything major in the end. As Lorna came over he gave her a cheesy wide toothed grin and a half a nod. "Naw, she be fine. No worries there. Talk to ya in a bit once you are done kicking ass and taking names," he said with a wink before grabbing another photographer by the collar and tossing him into the crowd without flinching.

"More than happy too ma'am," he said as he wrapped an arm under hers and helped her back over the barricade and into the clear; away from the mob. "Well let me know if ya do, be a lot more fun to keep ya safe than my current work," he laughed a bit and made sure she was okay before turning around and actually taking a look around at what was going on.

The body was in the ambulance now and driving off, the forensics team was packing up; as well as the teams on the roofs. More and more people were getting ushered away and the place was getting taped off to outline the crime scene as it were. He doubted that tape would keep people away from the scene over night. He hoped they got everything they needed during that time because he doubted anything would be left come morning. Rubbing his face he looked around again. Several cops were finally starting to question people in the streets. A cop heading over towards the pair of women talking, JD and Lana was it? Another talking to the woman who had more muscle mass than he did, he hadn't met her yet. Another heading here, another heading there. It seemed the cops were finally doing their jobs - Questioning EVERYONE that was on the street. That included him and he gave a quick run down of what he had seen and who he remembered being there. He was quick, to the point and didn't add any flare to the line of questions he received.

Once the cop was done with him he was given a business card and shoved it in his back pocket before rubbing his face once again and heading back over towards the smoker and starting to wrap things up over there. Giving a bit of a nod to Lyndsay as he saw her packing up as a cop came over to question her. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, he wanted to ask how Cam was since he hadn't come back down yet. With everything that had gone down and knowing Cam was a former Marine, he worried a bit. It was natural, Lawson knew the hell he went through personally, so he could only assume that perhaps Cam had been through similar, so many Marines had and some did not respond well to stuff like this. PTSD was a plague that took far more lives than any bullets ever had these days.