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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose Oh that link was just wrong!!!!! LOL

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Thana Martin

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Location: Building A (Outside of Ash's House -> Bathroom)
Interacting With: Ash

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Thana watched the crowd carefully, seeing sadness in the eyes of some and out right anger in the eyes of others. Her face remained blank though inwardly it was a double kick in the gut. She had always been second to Zoie growing up, it accounted for her rebelling as a teen. It was why she had ended up in the place of the military or prison when she turned eighteen.

The military was the better option and in the end, it had been the best thing for her. She was away from those that measured her against Zoie. She had thrived and found a new family. She never expected to be back in the place of coming in second to her sister. It seemed though she had stumbled directly back into the very situation she had been trying to escape for as long as she could imagine.

Seeing the anger in Richards eyes and him storm off made her rethink if she should be there. Hearing the scream from next store and the destruction of property confirmed a double take of reason. "Well that could have gone worse," she said quietly before glancing over towards the leader of Newnan.

She understood the shock, she had and did feel the same way. She truly understood it and yet part of her felt backhanded. It wasn't her fault she looked like Zoie. That they were related. That they had known her. Yet she was and would most likely continue paying for it. Conviction and sentence dolled out for a crime she never committed. It hurt. She had found out her sister was dead. Of all of them she had lost the most. Yet she was not comforted or consoled, not that she expected it. They didn't know her, they had known Zoie. Not even a welcome. Just anger and sadness. Yet, she was used to this. When it came to anyone that had known the perfect Zoie, Thana was always the cheep knock off. The imitation.

"Thank you for your time, I hope I ain't caused too much trouble. Forgive my intrusion into your community," Thana said, projecting her voice to be heard, solace tinting her voice. Turning she gave a look towards Ash. "I'll depart shortly," she added before stepping into the house and shutting the door behind her.

Ryan's lips thinned a bit before rubbing his face. "Fucking Christ..." he spat before storming off to his home and flinging the door open. He didn't stop there, right to Richards room he went and when Ryan finally spoke it was as if he had the volume of every Irishman that had lived behind it. The window being open so all could hear was just an added bonus.

"Stop it right fuckin' now! Think Zoie want ya destroying her shit? Gonna kick yourself tomorrow for that! That's her fucking sister that was out there! You ride me to know more about her! Fuck with Sana because she reminds you of her. Now you have her fucking blood here, her sister! And she's the one giving you condolences! She lost her sister! You lost a lover of a month! Hardly fucking compares. You're a dick but I never thought you were a dumbass until now!"

Thana took her hat off, shaking her head a bit and unbuttoning her jacket. She heard what Ryan was screaming and rolled her eyes. She tried to tell herself she had never been close to Zoie but in truth it hurt to know she was dead. There was no chance to ever rebuild that bridge. Letting out a long sigh she let her heels click along the floor as she grabbed her bag and stepped back into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her she started to put her daily clothing back on. Newnan was no place for her.

Miss Sally looked at the ground after Richard, Ryan, and Thana stepped off. This was bad. "Well, aren't we a friendly bunch. Probably last kith and kin of Zoie Mamma and we can't even give the child a welcome," she said scolding herself more than those around her. Looking up she eyed Ash. "Son, don't let her leave, not like this. Zoie wouldn't want us to turn our backs on her."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: St. Etheldreda's - Undercroft

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"I thank you for your hospitality and your understanding. I knov it is not my place to step in such situations the way I have but time s of the essence," Elizaveta said in a calm voice as she stood there looking over towards Mary. As her guard came back with a small embroidered bag she took it in her hands gingerly and uttered something in Russian that could have been a thank you from the nod she was given in return.

Turning she waited for her guard to pulled the heavy formal robe off her shoulders, gathering the folds of her skirt in one hand she knelt down beside the body and released the tie on her bag. Pulling from it an egg that was rather large for what it was but it was no ordinary egg. It was made of golden and silver, gems and craftsmanship beyond compare. Unbeknownst to Elizaveta, these eggs would become the height of gifting fashion by the end of the century but for now, she handled it like a holy relic. Careful and with a deep amount of respect.

Her guard laid the robe he had removed form her shoulders over the dearly departed and formed a small dip in the fabric for Elizaveta to rest the egg in, cradling it securely there on the deceased. Taking a long breath Elizaveta looked up to those standing within the under-croft. "This vill take some time, and perhaps may not be something you have vitnessed before. Please trust in the process and do not interfere. The Ostanavlivat'sya is unforgiving and it can mistake you as the soul." Her voice was as calm and even as always but there was an inflection of dire warning in her tone. Like one would have with a child warning them not to touch the hot stove.

Then she began, chanting something in Russian it seemed. Simple enough to begin, like a prayer it seemed the way she kept her head lowered and her hand resting on relic of sorts. The longer she prayers, the more still she became, as if she was turning to stone as she spoke. As the minutes ticked away it seemed like nothing was going to happen until suddenly from beneath her fingers the egg sprouted open and what looked like a holy white light manifestation of death with a scythe erupted it from. It looked with darkness as eyes towards the Bishop who barely was able to keep his feet rooted in place. It's eyes turned to each person in turn, looking at them before a banshee like screech came from the wispy lighted figure as he flew up and roamed around the room as if searching, like a blood hound on the trail.

A darkness started to form in the corner of the under-croft, looking like a shadowy figure of the woman that lay before them, a long rope like shadow connecting the two. Swooping in the Ostanavlivat'sya charged the rope which tried to wrap itself around the Ostanavlivat'sya but it was quicker and within minutes of carefully executed movements another wail came but this time from the body of the dead woman as the rope was cut. The shadow freezing in place before its darkness turned to light and then it vanished. The Ostanavlivat'sya swept the room again before flying back into the egg which still had Elizaveta's hand over it, her voice still praying as it did. It was not until the light was gone and the egg closed again did Elizaveta stop and look up, a long breath escaping her lips.

"Vater please," she said in a quiet rough voice as she started to stand, her guard rushing over to her and the other rushing to place the egg back into the egg. It had taken longer than she had wished, nearly two hours of prayer but it was done and the woman's soul was safe. There would be no soulless from this woman.

Over at Almack's during the time Elizaveta spent in prayer much happened. Mosi arrived at Almack's and was able to determine that at least three of the Presence Guards were down or destroyed. How and why one could not even begin to fathom but she had the skill and training to fix these desperately needed totems.

Surrounding Almack's on stone pillars were what looked to the untrained eye just torches but on closer look one could see what were Native carvings like a totem pole on each, woven with various bird feathers. The ones that were broken broke the circle that surrounded left Almack's more vulnerable. Not completely but without a full set for the area it would be easier for something to breach the perimeter. It would take Mosi a good hour or two to complete them. To carve from materials provided and housed at Almack's but it could be done. She would be able to finish up shortly before the first guest arrived.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park -> Almack's

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"Millicent Grey Wyndham, you mustn't dally. We will be late," Mrs. Wyndham bellowed as she ushered her other two daughters into the carriage. "Where is that no good stable hand?" she snapped as Millicent stepped into the carriage and took her seat.

"He was helping Darcy with the poor departed woman, I suspect the travel to the Tower of London took longer than expected mother. Do not fret, we are in excellent hands," Millicent assured her mother, the young boy from earlier who had driven the hackney for the others taking his place on the Wyndham's carriage.

"I'll get ya there quicker than a jackrabbit m'lady," the boy said in a happy voice. Mrs. Wyndham just scoffed and went on and on about this and that. About how her girls should behave, belittling Millicent constantly, warning her who to stay away from - which was every decent man in the city from the looks at of - and telling her she better had make amends to Lord Ratherford for her unspeakable behavior earlier in the day.

Millicent just sat stoic as she took the verbal battery and took a deep breath as they made their way towards Almacks. Her cheek was bruised but covered with heavy powder. It still hurt but she would deal. She always did. By the time they arrived many of the guests were pouring out of their respective carriages and Millicent looked around as she helped her mother out of the carriage. Her mother was dressed with the most up to date of the time clothing, as were her sisters. In the right pale colors to attract a suitor. Millicent had chosen a dark blue, with black lace overlays. It made her look as much the spinster as she was but she did not care. She looked lovely in the color and it complimented her dark hair and eyes well.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Dragoknighte @Sigil @Morose @Scallop @Nallore @Charnobylisk

In honor of our little Crazy Train over the nearly last year, here is a tribute to the characters of Darker Than Black! Enjoy!

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

@The Grey Dust On day 5 of 5

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Nallore Well if it makes you happy, I am making one up for DTB - granted doesn't help much in the missing department but this one is fun, well more fun since people are still dead lol

@Sigil Doesn't matter what Ash does, the cat still doesn't fucking care.

Current Mood in One Gif

Last one died, so here we go again...

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee - You are on day 6 of 7

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk @Morose @Rivaan @Sigil @FantasyChic @Caits @Nallore @Oliver -

Figured now that I had a better video editor I should do a little better job on our Year 3 Tribute - Here is the new one. Enjoy!

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Morose has been granted an extension. I normally don't go it past a certain time but she has been keeping me informed of her flu over the last several days. @Sigil, if she doesn't get a chance to post before you post next, just bunny her this one time. Doubt it would really be needed since you two are in the coroners officer but just in case. I'll bunny her others if needed when I post next.