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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Oliver You're fine, no worries. Char is going to be posting this evening, so you are good to wait a day or two if you need to rest. Just let me know if you keep feeling bad and need an extension later on.

🦄 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

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Justice Asylum: - Relic looked out the window as the cab took them away from the Asylum and shrugged a bit. "Just the two, twins. They are ten years older than me. I really don't know Thana that well, I mean we were close when I was little but then she left. I haven't really spoken to her since," he said before resting his head on the back of the seat. "What about you? How many siblings?" he asked, noting to himself he was letting her tag along with him and she was basically turning into his body guard in a way but he didn't know much about the very large built woman sitting next to him that could probably snap him like a twig. Granted that might not take much, he was pretty much a twig.

"He might but not sure how much I can trust him. I really don't trust his sister Zoie. Thana, his other sister I trust with my life but she isn't here," he said while he got a refill on the coffee. More sugar, more better. "It would probably be for the best Riley, they need to know. You know it will hit the airways soon and because of your rockstar status... well better they hear it from you than the news..."

Cynthia looked at Felix and chuckled. It was an odd chuckle, like a villain in a book and just as creepy as a toddle singing a lullaby during a horror flick. She didn't answer, just chuckling to herself. Walking over to a table she grabbed a box of crayons and a piece of paper. Sitting down she started doodling on the picture and mumbling to herself. What she was saying couldn't exactly be heard, speaking in the softest of whispers and nothing of what came out made sense. Just kept repeating it was nearing Valentine's day.

Justice Morgue: - "Well shit, no passport here and probably best I don't go considering. You should be fine, just take care of her," Roy said motioning over towards Cecily.

Natasha on the other hand wasn't just staying behind. "No es un problema. Tengo mi pasaporte," she said as she pulled out said passport from her purse. She was used to traveling between the countries since her jaunt out in Jaipur and made it habit to keep it on her.

"Listen, I am going to check on somethings while you all are gone, if anything comes up, please let me know," Roy added as he stood up and handed over his business card to Caesar before excusing himself. He had a couple to go check on, hoping they weren't getting into too much trouble. Maybe he should go to Mexico he thought, he needed a damn vacation.

Natasha pulled out her phone and made a call, she needed to let Lincoln know what was going and that she would be leaving the country come morning. God this was not going to be an easy conversation to have...

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: St. Etheldreda's - Undercroft

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Looking over towards Gerard, Elizaveta nodded in response to his thanks. She did not feel it was needed, it was part of what she was here for. To help. Seeing Mary come back with the water she took the ceramic mug in both her hands, holding it steady as it was filled for her. Once it was she tipped it back and drank her fill of the refreshing liquid. Letting it be refilled and finishing the second one off post haste. Once she had both of them down she looked to her guard who gently placed her back on the ground, her feeling much more steady than they had earlier. She still felt weak and would for sometime but that water had done what she had expected.

"Thank you," she was finally able to to Mary as she returned the glass and took a soothing breath. "As much as I would enjoy partaking in a bit of rest there is not time. I am expected this evening at Almack's. I hope to speak vith several of the council there and in light of certain events I feel there is no time to delay. If you have nothing else to do this evening Sister Mary, vould you mind accompanying me?" she asked in a gentle voice.

The Bishop looked over towards Gerard before looking back to Elizaveta, wanting his earlier question answered. "That vas vhat my people call an Ostanavlivat'sya. Vhat your lands may call a Reaper? It severes the disease from the spirit to cleanse it and send it to its rightful resting place," she explained before stepping closer to Gerard, looking at him much the same way she had the boy from earlier that evening. A intense softness to her gaze as she reached out and cupped his cheek softly in the palm of her hand. It was odd, for someone so refined and in a sense regal her fingers were as calloused as Gerards were, she had obviously known hard labor in her life.

After a time of silence she finally spoke. "Hiding will only bring you pain, tell her before it's too late," she said before releasing her hold over him. Turning she looked back over to Mary as if nothing had happened. "Vill you do the honoring of being part of my entourage this evening?"

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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Millicent had a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that tonight was going to be one of the worst in her life. Seeing her mother and sisters head into Almack's with Lord Rutherford. She was about to take off after them to make sure her sisters were kept at more than an arm's length from the man when someone she didn't think she knew came up to her and started speaking. The veiled woman seemed concerned and the voice was vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it, her mind was going a thousand miles per hour.

Turning to the woman she tried to compose herself. "I thank you for your concern but I shall prevail, you needn't bother with me... Um, forgive me but do I know you?" she asked but before she could get an answer her dearest of friends came over and Millicents attention was diverted.

"I couldn't agree more Virginia and I believe I have ascertained the very one which would bring a smile to my face should he perish," Millicent stated coldly, still trembling from her earlier encounter with the man who left the taste of bile in the her mouth. Even speaking of him caused it to bubble in the back of her throat, causing her to place her hand upon her chest and turn away.

Her dark eyes lifted and widened slightly with surprise to see Fryor had come into her presence. He looked angered and she wasn't sure if it was because he had spotted her mother walking into Almack's or something else. If it was because of her mother she could not blame him, the woman acted horrifically each time she was around him. Yet his expression softened when he glanced in her direction and it put her at little ease. Perhaps he did not blame her for her mothers actions even though she felt solely responsible for them at this point.

"Sir Kildragon, you honor us with your presence," she said softly, her voice still a bit shaky but she was for lack of a better term, holding it together as best she could. She wished to say more but she felt a gaze burning through her which caused her to turn. Lord Rutherford was standing back in the door way glaring at her, or was he looking past her? She couldn't quite be sure but it made her feel as if all the happiness she had ever felt was drained from her. Standing next to him on his arm was one of her sisters and his words rang through her memory. She couldn't have this. Not them...

"Forgive my impertinence but I must bid you all farewell for now, I pray we can speak again this evening," she said as she excused herself. Mumbling under her breath as she left, "God I hope my dance card fills up quickly..." She was never one who enjoyed these events but the last thing she wanted to do was have Lord Rutherford's arms around her that night on the dance floor.

Reaching the steps she curtsied shallowly before she was manhandled into Almack's by the loathsome man. She let it go and slipped her arm through his, letting him escort her into the building. At least it left her sister in tow and safely out of the mans grasp. Glancing over her shoulder she looked back to the three she had been speaking with, her eyes lingering on Fryor for a moment before disappearing inside. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the dance hall and glanced around, she would have much rather been on Fryors arm that evening but s if a man of his honor would lower himself to escort her anywhere. Feeling the grip tightening she gave into the notion that all she could hope for at this point was that her being on Lord Rutherfords arm would keep her mother from lasing out at her.

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

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Kyra

Location: The Magistrates Office
Interacting With: Marcus
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Kyra stepped into the Magistrates office building, the door closing simply behind her before she followed Marcus to his office and had a seat. Taking his seat across from her the exchange began over what had happened to both the town and out in the woods over the last week. Seemed there were a lot of similarities between both attacks. There were skeletons, both your common ones and exploding. Those that died in the battle rose again afterwards and some during. The red mist was another issue both had to face. Seemed though that the red mist did not appear in the town fight until later on, it wasn't until Femnal had come out of the tavern and took part.

Kyra leaned back thinking to herself but she couldn't recall when the red mist decided to take part with her group. At least not a trigger for it since her group was together when the attack began. The only thing she could think of was the magic users but could that be it? Shaking her head clear of the thought she sat up and leaned forward as Marcus brought out a map of the village and showed where the attack had started and its progression.

It seemed he was both relieved that the Orcs were not the cause but at the same time nearly disheartened. It was more than obvious the man had a prejudice against the orcs, or was it just because with the Orcs not being the cause there was no one to point a finger at just yet. "Well what the hell are we supposed to do now? Other than just continuing to fight to stay alive?" he half asked her, half asked himself.

Kyra didn't say anything as she continued to study the map of the village. Her brow cocking a bit before she stood up. "What?" he asked as she took the map and folded it up.

"Just want to go over it with my group," she said before letting herself out after scribing a quick word back to her King and sending it on its way. It was time to get back to the tavern and wait for the rest to get back. She worried about Sana and her state, hoping that whoever Keystone had taken her to could help.

Down in the Temple, Yomdi was well, being Yomdi. Looking over the two new comers as they introduced themselves and explained what they knew. It was an odd way of listening, as he kept going from standing up, to crossing his legs and sitting down; stroking his beard as he went. Seemed he had a lot of energy or was just wishing there was a chair in his mediation area. Could have gone either way with him.

"Well that is just down right weird! And I know weird. Tell me, tell me, what were your original injuries?" he asked Sana, who was rather perplexed but tried to speak. Hearing the gravel coming out in her voice he clapped his hands over her mouth. "You sound like grating steel. Good thing you aren't a singer," he said. Sana turned her her trying to talk but he kept moving his hand back over her mouth.

"Someone else tell me. How did she get hurt? I can't listen to that voice."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Oliver Ciel and Meg are in charge of babysitting her currently, so one of them.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

Okay, enough screwing around - if your character isn't already dressed and ready for the wedding you have your next post only to do so. So wherever they are, get them back to their place, dressed and ready in the next post.

Edit: If they are ready - get them to the wedding site. Only people who do not need to go to the wedding site yet are Froggy and Tatiana.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ryan O'Reliy

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Location: Building B -> Building F
Interacting With: Meg, Tatiana, Froggy, Ciel

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Ryan wasted no time getting ready. Quickly showering and dressing in the suit and tie that had been scavenged for him. In the meantime Miss Sally thanked Kris for the bag and Guy over to her place to grab a specific garment bag or two that she told him about from her place.

It was less than one hour until the wedding. The radio call from James told her the meat was ready, others were already in the kitchen and nearly done. Chairs were set up outside near the medical garden for the ceremony, the reception hall was almost fully decorated now with the flowers that Ryan had been working on.

Ryan stepped outside, not bothering to toy with Richard for the time being as he strutted across to the Green house and retrieved one last large box. Whistling as he went he made his way over to Tatiana's and Jack's. Knocking on the door and straightening his tie a bit. He hated wearing the damn thing but hey, it was a special occasion.

Tatiana was not worried about Peaches, the cat wasn't inside right then so it was all good in her mind. Smiling over at Meg she thanked her and then went to the door, peaking out carefully as she heard the knock. Seeing it was Ryan outside she perked a brow, she hadn't expected to see him before the ceremony and opened the door slowly.

The Irishman smiled as he saw her and let out a low whistle. "Wow..." he said before clearing his throat and holding out the box for her.

"Vhat's this?" she asked confused. Taking the lid off Ryan carefully pulled out a bouquet and handed it to her.

"My wedding gift, figured you could use it before the ceremony."

Tatiana didn't know what to say, she hadn't been expecting to carry one but the way her eyes lit up was all the thanks Ryan needed. Grinning handed over the box and trotted off towards the Medical Garden set up area. He had seen the others inside but he wanted to get a good seat, he had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a show.

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Thana Martin

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Location: Front Gate -> Building A
Interacting With: Ash

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Thana couldn't help but smirk slightly, taking note of the smile that vaguely came to the man's face. "Well you see, this is a boat," she said motioning towards the pontoon aspect of her little redneck mobile. "And it's on water," she added motioning towards the snow. "So I'll tell you what, when we are on dry ground you can drive and I'll ride bitch seat."

Chuckling to herself she waited for him to hold on. It was pretty much holding on to her because of the set up. That or fly back into the pontoon and maybe get eaten by the wheels. Taking off once everything was secure she drove the atrocity of a vehicle back towards Ash's house, catching a glimpse of a very confused looking Irishman on their way and an even more confused looking elder member of Newnan as they pulled up - still in her house coat and bunny slipper mind you.

Miss Sally had the pack now, as well as two garment bags. Packing the monstrosity in front of the house she turned it off and waited for Ash to climb out before she followed. "Well, that is one hell of an entrance young lady," Miss Sally said as she stepped over towards the two. "Here you go," holding out the items for Thana to take.

"What's all this?" Thana asked as she took them and gave Ash a confused looked.

"Well the bag has some odds and ends you may need, the garment bags have what you will need for the wedding," Miss Sally said before waving and toddling off. "Less than an hour until the wedding, hurry up you two. See you there," she said as she made her way towards her home to get ready.

Thana looked at the garment bags and wondered just what all was in them but figured she would find out soon enough. Looking back over towards Ash her brows rose in defeat. Seemed the old woman didn't leave much room for questions unless it was her asking them. Shaking her head with a small creak of a smile on her lips she trudged up to Ash's front door and waited for him to open it. "Guess we better do what she says. Some reason I think she might take a switch to my backside if I don't."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee On day 6

Edit: Sorry day 5, will roll over to 6 today.

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

@Nallore I'm alright. Still tired but at least able to post today.

@Pundii They're all yours again. Wait at least two posts from others to get yours in since I just posted for Walsh. (You're counter begins today)