Lady Absinthia

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Nallore @Morose @jakeb1993 As you are probably already aware since you three are in other Rp's as well, Char could be slow to post. Don't worry, we will continue on and such; just making a note of it here in OOC so all bases are covered.

🦄 The Best Exotic

@POOHEAD189 @Xtreme Hey guys, just so you know Char may be slow to post. (Though since the announcement in DTB you are probably already aware). We will continue on and such but just at a slower rate until things calm down for her.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits @Nallore @Sigil @Charnobylisk @jakeb1993 @Morose @BeautifulSnow

Please note that as of today, Char has been granted special posting due to a family crisis until further notice. Please send good juju and such to her and her family.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop @POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @DizzyIsabella @Charnobylisk @Xtreme @Nallore @Pundii

Izzy, since you have opted to bring this forth and into the light I will address this as well as some issues with your post above. I believe that a few things must be said on the matter for public eye. (Why I am tagging everyone.) Though after this reply, I will state that anything further to be said about the matter needs to be done via PM to myself directly, as I am the GM.

These complaints that have been received are not a new thing when it comes to you in the RP; in fact they be here for sometime and keep popping up with new complaints. (Starting as far back as the Interest Check.) Something you, or so I was told by X, were made aware of. Something that was thought to have been rectified. So I do not see why it coming up again is such a surprise.

You entered this, as you say, prepped to dislike me and this RP; Then why join? Other than to cause issues. You say you are feisty and intense, but frankly to come into this RP with that type of outlook leads me to believe you were not meaning to be misunderstood, but purposefully sought out to be taken as you intended. Perhaps with a hope that people would take it with a grain of salt. (To which several did after speaking with myself and X, you being defended by us saying "that is just how she is, it is nothing personal.) Yet, now by your own admission, you had set out to dislike myself and this RP. So I feel a bit of a heel for defending you then.

I understand having a long term relation with an RP partner, I have some that I have been creating Rp's with for over a decade. We get attached; to the worlds we create, to the characters, to the story lines. The thing is though, with as long as you have known X, you should know him well enough that he would never start anything or run any RP with someone that was not in his eyes beyond reproach and worthy of his time. It saddens me to see that he asked you to come here but you placed it on your "auto hate" list. I believe it does him a disservice, and a disservice to yours and his friendship. He is not a possession or a piece of territory to be marked.

Also, please remember, this is NOT X's story line. This story line is ours, as in myself and X. It is the compilation of two different RP's (His location of Justice, my location of Boston Heights) - Merged together to create a far larger Rp than either would have been alone. We put months of discussion, set up, research, and more into the RP - equally 50/50 - before it was even launched. The Interest Check, the OOC, the original In Character Post were written by both of us, together. We have dozens of NPC's worked up, storyline from start to finish, details, pages and pages of Pm's - multiple even to be able to keep track. This is our world and our story. (Why he added the Lady A and X productions thing on the image for the RP. We are equal in this.)

I know you two have a history but it plays no part in this RP. You are looked at as any other Rp. Not a Gm, not a Co-Gm, not a helper. Everything that transpires in the RP is decided by X and myself together. We discuss what is released, when it is released, everything together as a team. Heck, we even run our own Cs's by each other before they go live and pick out any issues. (Some of the Cs's for this RP from us are actually collab's.) The only thing that is not done 50/50 in the RP is the actual running of the RP and the updates; which is left mostly to me because of his schedule and my eye for fine detail.

Having said that, I am glad that you are enjoying it ad I do thank you for the apology for these issues. (I doubt that was easy, for if you are anything like me; having to admit when one is wrong and trying to make it right can be difficult.) When X told me that you were coming, I was excited. He had told me so much about you, about what you two had done in the past together; I was looking forward to meeting the woman who X put so much trust in and held in such high regard. So, needless to say, even I was taken a back when you showed up with an "attitude." - One I hope that doesn't rear it's head again, because while being online we are supposed to be allowed to be ourselves, when you step into an RP that is not yours, which this isn't, you are in the House, the World, of the GM and Co-Gm, and are expected to be respectful and follow the rules as any other Rper. No special privileges are granted to anyone; everyone receives a level playing field. (And X and myself hold ourselves and each other to that same level of standard we hold everyone else to.)

As far as you leaving or staying - I will say this - That is not up to you. That is up to X and myself. It is something we are still discussing. We have to weigh out your presence vs. the good of the RP. When a decision is made, it will be announced in the OOC by one of us. Until that point, carry on as per the rules of the RP. (To any who are thinking of leaving, I respectfully request that you wait to see how things unfold and progress from this point forward with a clean slate towards Izzy and without bias.)

Also, if people have an issue, they are welcome to pm you about it but people, please hear this. It is our job as your Gm/Co-GM to field things in this RP. You are free to contact either of us at anytime. X and I are adults, our schedules and personal life's are not taken into consideration when it comes to issues. (So please do not feel guilty by contacting us. Izzy is not a Gm or Co-Gm, it is not her place to field issues with the RP anymore than it is any one else's. The overall comfort of our Rpers far out weighs any personal life issues - to which some of you are aware, for both X and myself are great, but again please know that we do not let that hinder us in anyway.)

And no Izzy, you do not have to worry about me hitting your with the RP school bus. I never have and I never will let anything that occurs in OOC or back stage of an RP effect the outcome of an RP. I find it insulting when Gm's let their personal opinions color what happens in RP. It is like reverse metagaming, something I do not put up with. I have plenty of people in Rp's I gm that are not "friends" but I Gm them the same as I do everyone else; and those that are friends are not granted special privilege. Again, I believe that is a insult to Rp and beneath me as a GM. Etiquette is everything. (Manners Maketh The GM) Every character that dies in the RP is left to the rolls of Lady Luck, as well as the scenarios in which people encounter. X and I come up with the senario's, multiple for each character in each world narrative. (Which can be upwards of a 100 individual possibilities per W.N.) - Dice are rolled in a private chat room for X and I, then are typed up to each member of the RP. This keeps the playing field level and fair, plus keeps everyone on their toes; including us. (Because seriously, if I played that GM card do you really think I would let my character die that quickly? LOL ~weeps still for poor Danica~)

Now, as I said before - Any reply or such to this - Do it via PM to myself, in fact, joint PM to X and I - so that is equally referenced and not he and I having to quote or pass word to another as we have had to in the past. (Any response to this in OOC from this point on will be looked at as a subversive manner to undermine his and my authority in this RP; a way to fuel the issue as it were.)

**(On a separate note - I was informed last night that Char had a family crisis arise yesterday afternoon. I will leave the details out because they are not mine to share. Having said that, I am granting temporary special posting privilege to Char until things calm down for her. If you are waiting for her to post and are not sure what to do, please contact me so we can work something out. Also, please keep her and her family in your thoughts through this time; they need all the good juju they can get.)**

Now, back to your regularly scheduled RP peeps.

Lady A~

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Saturday May 13th, 2017

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@POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @DizzyIsabella @Charnobylisk @Xtreme @Nallore

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Okay, this is only a partial W.N. Update since not everyone has replied in the last round of posts as of this time. Those that have responded either have blurbs below that the are tagged to or are part of one of the character posts below.

@Pundii - Noelle tells Jeremy she had spoken to her father and he seemed to be engrossed in something but he wouldn't tell her anything that she can currently remember, granted she is pretty shook up right now, so that may just be a temporary lapse of memory. She sits down, looking frazzled and says the only thing she can remember her father telling her is that she needs to be careful. She didn't think anything about it until she got home last night and saw the place had been ransacked. She says you are welcome to look around the place if you want, maybe you will see something she hasn't yet.

@Dragoknighte - Seems you get a little bit of a break, they finally back off from their questions. Thing is though, they aren't entirely satisfied with how you answered so they are following you. If Mali looks over her shoulder she will see at least two of the people that were bugging her still in the crowd, they are trying to blend in but they really suck at it.

@Nallore - You get the hell out of dodge and away from the gym, several people looking at you but they aren't saying anything. Good thing you left, your face got plastered on the news about five minutes after you left, it could have got dicey after that. On the way home you get stuck in traffic. It is gridlock and you aren't going anywhere for a while. You are boxed in on all sides; left, right, front, back. Get comfortable, you are going to be stuck here until further notice.

@Sigil - Caesar starts digging and is finding out some interesting things. You find the name of owner of Boston Heights; John Teagan. The man seems to not only own the three buildings that are Boston Heights but the newly renovated building across the street and the one that Danica "fell" from the night before. Caesar is able to keep following the trail to a one front company after another; each larger than the next. Yet when he reaches Gretchen Mortgage LLC the trail goes cold. Last thing Caesar is able to find out is about a Storage Unit for G.M. out in the Dock area of town.

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Detective Roy Gregory

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Location: Coroners Office

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Gregory looks over at Tank as if he had lost his every loving damn mind before shoving the files over to him. "We have a triple suicide," he says as he waits for Tank to take the files. Rubbing the back of his neck as the two head through the parking lot, grumbling to himself as he sees the paramedics leaving the building through the back entrance.

"Started off with the girl six months, then Miss Graves, now we have a third," he adds as they step into the building and over to Cecily as she was finishing up checking her phone, nodding to her slightly before pointing at the body bag on the stretcher. "And now Marleston here."

Shaking his head he paced around a bit before looking at the two of them. "Thing is though, this just got a lot more complicated. I don't know where Marleston ties into this other than living in the same damn building you two do; which is creepy enough. You two might want to find a new place to live. What really is throwing me off is this... Miss Glencross and Miss Graves... They were sisters. Half sisters but sisters."

Leaning back against one of the desks he crossed his arms over his chest as he pondered the ramifications of all of this and remembering the tone in the girls fathers voice when he had spoken to him on the phone earlier. Staring at the floor blankly for a moment before kicking at a piece of dirt on the ground that had been tracked in he looked over towards Cecily. "And from what I hear you had a little bit of trouble in here earlier with a break in? Can you walk me through what happened?"

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Risa Couri

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Location: Apartment 1B

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Risa smirked as she sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Lucas. "All that sweet talk to your coffee is why you never need sugar in it," she said with a bit of playfulness in her voice as she reached over and ran her finger along the line of his arm. At his bad, really bad, joke she rolled her eyes and flopped back a bit, her head resting on his thighs as she looked up at him.

"Yeah, tell me about it," she grumbled under her breath before shaking her head a bit and glancing over to him. Sitting up she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he ate. "Listen, fill that bottomless pit of yours and get dressed. I need to head over to the U.N. and get my paperwork straightened out it seems. You know the town better than I do," she said before standing up and heading over to the bedroom door.

Stopping she placed her hand on the door frame and looked back to him over her shoulder. "I'll get the kitchen cleaned up while you eat and get ready. Just bring your dishes out when you are done," she added before wandering down the hall and back into the kitchen.

Sighing she turned off the TV, she didn't want to see anymore news about what or was not going on in town right then. All she wanted to do, what she had hoped to do, was get settled in and catch up after being apart from her boyfriend for a long while. Seemed that wasn't going to happen, at least not right then. Maybe this evening they could find a quiet little place to grab dinner; that or a dance hall and she could subject Lucas to a whole bunch of American wankers for grins and giggles. The thought made a smirk crawl across her lips as she giggled to herself.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Danica & Amy

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Location: The ER
Interacting With: @Sohtem (Kind of), A Ghost (?) & Idiots

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"Well, I have heard of men being pushy in the past but that is fucking ridiculous," Amy said under her breath as Elizabeth explained what had happened. Danica nodded a bit, letting a slight smirk form on her lips as she leaned back in the chair next to the gurney and tried to stay out of the way for now. The doctor seemed to have everything under control and sure Danica could have left now that she had done her good deed for the day, maybe she would get a girl scout badge for it; The Apocalypse Good Samaritan Award, hell of a thing. Might even come with a two week vacation to limbo for a break from the seventh level of hell they seemed to be trapped in right then.

Everything seemed to be okay, that was until Elizabeth decided it was a good time to pass out. Danica perked a brow as the monitors started to beep, showing that the woman she had helped to the hospital was flat lining. Standing up slowly before Dr. Chang grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and shoved her out of the room to make room for the staff. Danica stumbled back, shuffling her back onto her shoulder a bit as she was told to go to the waiting room.

"We got a code people!" Amy shouted as several nurses came rushing into the room. "I need a crash cart!" the Doctor yelled as she got to work.

Danica glancing around as she pressed her hand to her mid section and sighed a bit. Maye it was a good time to get some fresh air. Turning she made her way through the dim lit area of the Emergency Room until she was able to find the door and walk out into the parking lot. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air and glad it was heavy with the smell of bleach, blood, and antiseptics. Stopping she watched as the generators for the hospital were being returned, maybe it was the day for good deeds? Maybe not, because Danica went white as a sheet when she swore she had seen someone that looked like someone that was supposedly dead not but a few feet from her. "John?"

Back in the ER, Amy worked to try to revive Elizabeth but it didn't seem to be getting her anywhere. Eventually just calling it and telling the staff to move on to someone they could actually help. Grumbling under her breath she went to remove the oxygen mask and stopped as she noticed; the wound she had been tending to her before the girl's heart had stopped beating... was gone. "What the fuck..."

🦄 Rpers Guide To Etiquette - Updated May 15, 2019

~Updated July 5th 2016~

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose ~just notices her title and squeals with delight~

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location: DMV Carrollton, Ga

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Tatiana kicked at the walker, rolling over and trying to grab her hunting knife that she had dropped in the surprise. Grunting to herself as she tried to keep quiet, not wanting to alert any others that might be around but hoping that Davi had heard her at least. "Nyet! Nyet!" she hissed under her breath, kicking again as the thing kept trying to turn her into a tasty meal.

She didn't see where the man came from but she breathed a sigh of relief as he kicked the Walker away from her, though years of being on the road with Davi had taught her to be cautious. Scrambling she grabbed her knife and pushed herself back against the wall as the man disposed of her would be eater quickly. She sat there, breathing heavily as she pulled her knees up to her chest and let out a long huff. Nodding her head slightly to his question. "Da," she said in her thick Russian accent, as she took his hand and was helped to her feet.

"Ya Tatiana, moy drug gde-to zdes'," she added before smacking herself in the forehead. She was so used to having Davi around and speaking in Russian most of the time she just went with what was natural and spoke in her native tongue before realizing that the man she was speaking to had an American accent, even though it wasn't one she was really familiar with outside of a movie she remembered.

"Sorry, I am Tatiana, my friend is in here somevhere," she said, straightening out the Russian and switching over to English for Jack. "Da'nk you for your help," she added in a grateful voice as she smoothed out her shirt. Glancing around she didn't see any sign of Davi and it worried her. Stepping around and calling out quietly, the place was small if Davi was still in the building she could have heard her. When there was no answer her worry increased.

Walking around she checked the place and peeked outside. The car was still there, the gas cans inside the door. Had Davi just wandered off? Swallowing slightly she looked back over at Jack and bit her bottom lip nervously. A woman, alone, with a man, in these times.... Yeah, that didn't usually play out well, there were not many moral people still walking around these days. She hoped that his gesture to save her instead of letting her get bit was a good sign but then again, maybe he just didn't want to deal with her turning as well and had other plans. Maybe sheathing her knife hadn't been the best idea.

Part of her wanted to quickly take it back out, to show she was ready to fight. Another part of her though didn't want to offend him if he was in fact just being kind with his actions. With Davi out of sight, Tatiana was alone right then and being alone was perhaps even worse these days than most other things. Clearing her throat a bit she kept her guard up but at least tried to remain calm, the former ballerina standing there fidgeting a bit with her fingers as she looked back over towards Jack.

"Vhere you come from? You alone?" she managed to to finally ask in a bird like voice that was thick with her mother tongues accent, one that grew thicker the more nervous she was.

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