Lady Absinthia

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

@Pundii @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

Okay, Pundii is on day 7 but should have a post up today. Due to it causing a riding of the clock as people wait for replies, I will be granting everyone else an additional 3 days to post after I do the next WN.

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

@Sigil @Dragoknighte @rivaan @POOHEAD189 @Lucius Cypher @IcePezz @The Grey Dust

Sana's move is posted. (God help me.... I couldn't resist the attempt.) Poo is activated.

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

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Sana Rawn

Location: The Orc Cave (Outside)
Interacting With: Yeah, peoples

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Sana lay there on the ground on her knees with her arms around her waist as she looked up slowly. The hearty laugh she had been entranced in was slowly shifting with each word that left the asses mouth. She didn't stop laughing mind you but it became twisted, deeper; deranged even. It was not a laugh she gave often but it showed in her eyes that she was no longer amused by the words coming from Thomas. At first she had hoped he was jesting, he was much more pleasant to be around earlier. As more flowered and overly haughty syllables seeped from his tongue the more she realized he was just a an arrogant, pompous, overbearing, didn't know which end was up, son of a bitch. Those types never set well with her. A thought crossing her mind as her laughter turned to a menacing chortle. "This one should have been left for dead." Sana wasn't above putting an arrow through his heart right then. He was putting the entire party endanger just by his words. Who in their right mind caused such an uproar in the middle of an Orc Camp waiting for Undead to attack? The man truly brought a whole new definition to the word - Moron.

Yet, she didn't get a chance to retort and tear him apart verbally. She hadn't noticed the narrowing of Keystones eye in the slightest for she wasn't looking at him, just holding that twisted grin on her face as she leered at Thomas. Instead she felt Keystone move from her side as all hell threatened to break loose. She had fought along side Keystone before, she had seen how the man moved and more than that she had a first hand account of the man crushing the skull of a Hellhound with his bare fist... The same Hellhound's blood in which the cloak had been treated in. If his fist connected with Thomas's skull, it wouldn't matter - that skull would be dust.

"Bloody Hell..." she thought as she sprang up just as Keystones plate started to wobble. She didn't know what he planned to do but she knew it wouldn't be good. The man had a heavy fist, a temper, and hated undead... All that she did know was that he was moving and it wasn't going to end well. She had little time to think of options. Though had she had time she could have chosen to try put an arrow through either Thomas or Keystone to stop it, go to strike Thomas herself, try to tackle Thomas out of the way to just to save his sorry ass or.... The one most ludicrous thought that did go through her mind was the only action she took. This was going to end badly....

Moving with an unusual hurry she knew she had to move and move quickly. Thankfully for Sana, her greatest strength lay in her speed, her dexterity, and her agility. With any luck, it would work. Wouldn't it? She was grateful for the fact she had eagle eye, it helped her to see the change in movement in Keystones actions. It would help her gauge her movements as she tried to not shadow his but to move ahead of them. He was going to move behind Thomas, she had to get there first. Thank god for perfect balance, for acrobatics, for a life time spent training as a gypsy. Her motions were fluid as she tumbled around the other side of Thomas and she popped up behind him with her back to his as her arms came up to attempt to block any closure of Keystones massive arms or hands around what she thought was going to be Thomas's neck. She had no clue.

Then came the leap of faith, she was either going to die as she became the unintended target of Keystones movements or she was going to give Keystone a heart attack and make him shat himself. Either way, it was going to be interesting. It was but a hairs breath of a split second as she moved, swiftly and without true thought to what the hell she was doing because anyone in their right mind, especially a woman's, would not even attempt such a foolish action. Her rear end bucked out to attempt to shove Thomas forward as at the same moment Keystone would get the surprise of a life time. Her lips pressed to his. God help her....

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@SouffleGirl123 Yeah, no problem, will give you until Wed. If you need more, let me know by Monday.

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

@IcePezz Thankies dear!

@Sigil @Dragoknighte @rivaan @POOHEAD189 @Lucius Cypher @The Grey Dust

I here by activate Sana's hold action. I have 48 hours from the time of Ice's post to make my action.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose Well didn't need the extension after all LOL

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Altsoba Memorial
Interacting With: Lucy and Hanson

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Amy didn't get an answer and she rolled her eyes. As the woman appeared she shielded her eyes for a moment before perking a brow. It seemed like a lovers spat to her. Great, just fucking great, that was all she needed. Why did these fucking things happen to her? Before yesterday her life was as normal as she would allow it to be. Right now she felt like she was in the middle of a really bad soft ball game and all the players were drunk.

Glancing over towards Hanson she grunted. "Time to go," she said as she grabbed his arm and wrapped it over her shoulder. She knew it would hurt him but there really wasn't much of a choice. She wasn't going to stick around and see who won. With the way they were carrying on, and her luck, she would end up beheaded. Dashing out, Hanson on one shoulder, her bag on the other she moved until she could find a wheel chair and dumped the man unceremoniously into the contraption before she jumped behind it and ran down the hallway, pushing him as she went.

Every so often glancing over her shoulder. It was time to get the fuck out of the hospital. Making a quick stop at the supply closet she grabbed a few thing, and then grabbed some meds out of the pharmacy. "Detective Hanson, you are here by discharged," she said as she pushed him out of the hospital and she made her way to her car. She had an idea of where they could go, she just hoped that she could get them there quick enough. Why she bothered to take the patient with her she had no idea as she drove off but she was a doctor, and still had a job to do even if the next place she tended to his wounds wasn't in the OR.

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Belladonna Crypt

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Location: Crypt Manor: Kitchen Area
Interacting With: The Hubby @Pundii, Mecurial, among others

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"Oh my love, when you put it that way it makes you sound positively ancient. As if you were raised from the grave and walk this earth to do nothing but stalk the night, chilling the hearts of those whom you pass," Belladonna said in a silvery voice as it rolled over her tongue. "Sensuous my own, that's my job." Her voice purred as she spoke, never paying notice, or one would think, to what was happening around her. Her eyes following her lovers as he moved across the room, herself still fighting as he did but the desire for him ever radiating in her deep eyes.

Turning as she witnessed what happened to her daughter made her shoulders slouch just in the slightest. "Oh my, that is enough. My love, please retrieve our daughter," she said as her whip wrapped and tucked around her own waist. She was becoming quite vexed the entire situation. It was keeping her from an intimate shower with her husband and harming her daughter in the process. Though it didn't show on the outside, her anger was growing rapidly. Very little caused the witch to become vexed, yet when it happened she was not one to let it go easily.

"I grow tired of this..." Making a quick adjustment of her long tendril like sleeves her fingers fanned and arched as she spoke in a cold tone as spoke sharp words in Latin. As she spoke and the words rolled over her tongue the concoction that had landed on the floor and what remained in the caldron started to take a life of it's own, it shifting into a dark mass of a tar like substance as he moved along the floor, tendrilling up and around the legs of the incoming horde that seemed to refuse to stop. Catching their limbs as if it were tar. Winding through flesh and bone. The more they struggled she hoped the more it would rip them apart.

"Do take our daughter out the front if you would my love," she said as she stepped towards the front of the house, pulling her hands this way and that to drive open a path for them. As she reached the front door it flew up. "I do believe it is time I cleaned house."

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Morgbra Bonwoo

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Location: Shuttle

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Morgbra entered the ship after Jaina, watching her spin around like a little girl who was dancing in the rain he smiled. She was so carefree despite everything she had been through. How she had been able to retain some innocence was beyond him but he was grateful for it. Sitting down next to her his smile broadened, chuckling at her comment and shaking his head. Resting back in his seat he situated himself, glancing at Kordath and his smile faded. He didn't trust the man.

Sure, he knew that Kordath was faithful to the Empire. He knew the man would never commit treason against them but his methods left a bad taste in Morgbra's mouth. How could someone enjoy putting someone into so much pain? Looking over at Jaina he sighed a bit. He imagined the people that turned Jaina into what she was were probably like Kordath and it made the bile rise in the back of his throat.

Forcing a smile he patted the back of her head as he would a child. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about my little strawberry. Oldness just makes people grumpy and I am very old," he joked with her before making a very playful and sour face towards her.

Smiling, he eased a bit and decided to keep his attention on Jaina instead of Kordath while they took off. He would need to speak with Jesmand when they returned, he had a few things he wanted to discuss with the Commodore. He had been hoping to before they left but he knew there wasn't time and he didn't want to delay the ship, or worse be left behind. He wished he had crossed her path on the way to the shuttle but she wasn't anywhere to be found. He wasn't worried though, he knew Jesmand well enough. SHe was walking the ship as she always did as people left to take off for a mission, she would be in communication with the bridge but keeping quiet. She always used this time to think and plan things out, it was her little piece of peace before whatever shit that was about to hit the fan did.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

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Interacting With: @Kyrisse @alexfangtalon

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Looking at Nikolai as he looked at her, she felt her breath hitch in her chest. They had been speaking since his arrival and had looked at each other as they did. The conversation seemed to come easy for them and of that he was grateful. Yet until that moment she hadn't locked eyes with his and standing there she felt a jolt run through her before a small smile graced her pouty full lips and she felt her cheeks warm. Looking down gracefully she collected herself and let out a wispy breath from said lips as the conversation continued around them.

Glancing up to Leon she nodded appreciatively. "I am sure you will get along with your betrothed most famously," she assured Leon before glancing around the room. Her swan like neck craning this way and that to take in those around them and watching them speak.

"They all seem fascinating. Oh I know," she said as she looked back to the two regents before and a sparkle lit in her eyes. "Why don't we see if we can solve the mystery of who you betrothed is? Would be an interesting way to pass the time and perhaps then you can tuck the knowledge up your sleeve for when you see your parents? Not for anything malicious mind you, just good fun. I know not about you but I would fluttering like a butterfly if I had not known whom my betrothed was before arriving. My nerves were already on edge as it was to be out of the nation," she admitted. Though she had been nervous and still was, the way she spoke and conducted herself gave nothing of that away. The only slip in her ever calm exterior had come just moments ago.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Scallop @Nallore @Pundii

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@Dragoknighte - "Yeah, I can hook something up," Relic says as he leads Mali through the building, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator down. He keeps moving down, to sub basement 7. Stopping he looks around and then heads down the hall to the right till he reaches a door titled "1920-1940" - pushing the door open he steps inside before placing his bag on an very dusty table and pulling out his laptop. Opening it he leans over and gets to work at setting up a connection "Okay, got a secure way for you to do this," he says unwinding a USB cable and passing one end to Mali. "Just make the call and you clear to say or send what you need. The connection will override your bars and I have it routed through the dark net. It's as safe as you can get other than standing in Fort Knox and talking to her face to face in a safe." Leaving Mali to do what she needs he starts going through shelf after shelf looking for something. Pulling out stacks of plans and laying them on another table before going back and getting more.

@Nallore - Roys nods to both questions and rubs the back of his neck as he looks at Riley. "Yeah, pretty much. Don't get me wrong, would love to sit down and talk to someone else about this shit and get a fresh perspetive but I can't. Especially not now that we got some high flying fucking FBI Agent in town taking over cases. What kind of fucking name is Tinder anyways? What? Is he used to start fires? What? The Government think just because he went to some high school where there was a serial killer he should be able to handle this shit?" Roy rambles more to himself than to Riley.

@Pundii - "Wonderful night so far, hope it gets any better. Though I have to admit that I am as nervous as a June Bug in the middle of Sprin'" Zoie says as she takes the glass and places it to her lips, taking a small sip. Leaning back in her seat she crosses her long legs and eyes him for a moment before glancing down at her drink as she runs her fingers over the lip of the glass. "Ever just want to disappear in a crowd and start yer life over hun? Ya know, forget who yas are and make someone new?" she asked wistfully as her thick country twang came through a lot thicker suddenly. Coughing slightly she waved off the answer and looked back up at Scott. "So, how are you liking Justice?"

@Scallop - "Deal, okay. Let's have a seat and let me bring you up to speed on what I know that the rest of the world doesn't," he says as he unbuttons his suit jacket and suits down. Resting his arms on his thighs he looks at Felix. "The man, David Lawson; that was in a shoot out last week. He was here undercover on my orders. He came to work for the FBI after a career change when he left the Marines. Wanted a fresh start. I knew something was up out here in Justice but I couldn't come at first because of another case. Lawson was my in guy. He called me the night he died, told me that he had some information and that he would be flying out to D.C. the next day so we could talk. Then I found out he was dead. I know the man that claimed responsibility to Peyton's death was in with the same league of people that killed Lawson, I just don't know how yet."

@Morose - Tasha pulls off her gloves as she steps over to the computer to look at the file and reads through it. "That's odd," she says as she looks over towards Cecily and then points at the screen. "Look at these. We have a bombing, a drowning, a shooting, a stabbing. This isn't a serial killer, this is a killer for hire," she says as she looks back at the screen. "Serial killers have a specific way to do things. It is like their calling card. They like order but all of these are different. And the methods are something else. Sure, there are a lot of common things you would see but there is also others. Poisoning, ad others. These are more passionate. Whoever did this... ten to one odds; it's a female." - Ronni shrugs. "Because the world fucking sucks that's why," he says as he looks around and then heads into the building with Tuesday. Heading up the stairs and knocking on the door. "Riley, it's Ronnie," he says and motions for Tuesday to hide around the corner. If Marc was in there he wanted to give her the chance to dart off if she wanted.

@Sigil - The streets are pretty clear, well for Justice that is; basically meaning traffic is actually moving instead of it being gridlocked. It takes about ten minutes to get to the destination. At the front desk of the coroners office is a mousey looking woman with brown hair and glasses sitting on the tip of her nose. Looking up slowly from the top of her book her eyes widen a bit looking at Caesar and in a thick English accent says, "Caa...an I help you?" she asks before knocking over her diet soda all over her paper work. "Bloody hell!" he gasps as she tries to clean it up. The folks in the room when Keystone enter jump out of their skin and cards going flying everywhere. These are still some of the folks that were there before MSS came to the building - the ones from MSS that Alicia had hired are at a single table or standing around it as if nothing happened with their hands behind their back looking over for a moment from the table they are using to go over floor plans. "Assholes milking their hours until they get fired," one of the men at the control panel says.