Lady Absinthia

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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

Tomorrow, with any luck, we will be having Char return to us, finally!!!!

On a side note. Sigil and I have been collabing Thana and Ash for a bit now. What I was hoping was that people would see this and start collabing with each other to have more in-depth conversations to promote character growth in RP itself instead of just mostly during time skips. >.> So, if you have the time, get with people and start collabing every so often.

This day is going to be drawing to a close in RP soon and the time skips are going to offer less and less chances to actually have character development. Well, not less chance but it will be harder. Starting next time skip there will be a new rule in place... For every week of time skip, if you wish for relations to develop or character personalities to, you will have to submit a collab for each week with the character you wish your own character to develop along side - or a personal post showing an event that pushed the change in the character. (1 section per week).

For a reference, please check out this collab between Morose and myself for Tatiana and Jack for the month time jump sometime ago - Jati - As you can see this post was divided into 4 parts, one representing a small time frame for each week over a 4 week period. It gives some insight into how they came together and how their relationship progressed.

Now if you don't have time, that is completely understandable but just keep it in mind. While collabs can be a hassle and drag things along, used well they are an invaluable tool for character progression.

Also, keep in mind, after this day draws to a close in RP - people will start getting sent out in groups to do "runs" and you will have a lot more freedom in how things are handled. (LLA will still be there of course) - If you use a collab during this time, you can easily pm me to get results of LLA events so you can reply to them in the collab and keep moving forward.

Anywho, that is all for now. Back to your regularly scheduled RPing.

~Lady A

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

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Scooby Gang

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Location: Grand Continental

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Peter listened to both of them but their words were doing anything but putting him at ease. They had gone and played "hero", following without knowing who they may or may not be helping. They were following because of their own curiosity and they had basically just lucked out and didn't get anyone killed. In fact they might actually have gotten someone killed. The way Peter was seeing it, was that they didn't report a murder and decided to just see where the bread crumbs followed them. Now they were agreeing to this but he had serious doubts they were doing it out of the good of the hearts. They both looked to be opportunists of the worst possible caliber and character.

"I'll only agree to try to keep an open mind and reserve my conclusion to whether you two care or not until after everything is dealt with. I make no promises to believe you care until I have more evidence to support it," Peter said before turning and leaving the room. He was beginning to doubt that even if they signed the papers if they would keep to it or if it would turn up eventually in some tabloid or on the silver screen and then someone would have to hunt them down.

He left giving them no time to reply to him or make a comment. He'd let his uncle deal with them, he had other things to tend to at this point. Vera being the forefront on his mind. Little opportunists like that pair always got karma biting them in the ass in the end. The fact they had the gall to try to get him to agree to more, to agree they cared, was utter bollox in his mind. Neither of them had done anything worth classifying as kindness thus far. It would take moving mountains for him to believe either had a heart. The fact he had to agree to relive the worst years of his life to even half way secure their silence told him everything he needed. True humanitarians would have thanked him for the offer but said it was not needed, only those who looked at the bottom dollar would want anyone to speak of such things.

Making his way down the stairs he looked over towards Aziza and Harry as he passed them, giving a slight nod of his head. "I will be at the car," he said but kept walking. Aziza look completely shook up but Sgt Walsh seemed to be handling it, he wouldn't interfere or ask questions. He didn't want to make her more nervous than she already was.

Aziza leaned against, shaking like a leaf. "I know... I trust you," she said between the chattering of her teeth as she curled against him. She did trust him, for whatever reason she didn't know why but she did. "I just don't want you in danger because of me." Her voice was hollow as she spoke, swallowing the dry lump in her throat before looking up and seeing Peter pass them.

The man was odd to her, nothing horrible but there just was something about him. Shaking off the feeling, figuring it was just because he looked half angered and half focused on a mission of some sort. Looking back over at Harry she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "Let's just go, maybe base be safest place tonight," she said in an unsure voice. She was rather sure the place would be safe for the evening but being in Cairo was setting unwell with her now. Though she said nothing more, her mind was going quickly, wondering if she should just be gone come the morning light and on the first train out of the country.

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Elsewhere In The City

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"No ma'am that is everything, thank you," the Steward said towards Lauren as he took the papers and headed out of the room. Vera had managed to get to her feet and carefully stumbled over to the window, opening it so she could get some fresh air.

Looking out over the lights of the city she sighed before making her way slowly over to the window on the back side of the room. Pushing the shutters out of the way she smiled slightly as she spotted the Pyramid at Giza off in the distance. It was what had made her come to fall in love with Egypt, well one of many things. Her fingers curled along the windowsill as the winds kicked up and a warm breeze blew into the room. The heat was not one of those things she had fallen in love with.

"Do you think everyone is okay?" she asked as she glanced over towards Lauren, wishing the aspirin she had taken would start kicking in. She was worried, everything that had happened that day was enough to put anyone on edge, yet she had no idea about everything that was going on at the hotel.

The old woman looked over towards Nora and pocketed the coins. "Thank you. My name is Neema," she said before looking at Nora and rolling her eyes.

"May a camel give birth in his bed," she said before making as if she was spitting on the floor. "He is the son of a motherless goat. I see paper that come for you. You are smart woman, you need not worry about marriage. At least not his two cents worth on it. You smart enough to know who to marry, when to marry, if you marry. Dumb ox hasn't got the common sense Allah gave a cow," she said before "spitting" again.

"You need anything, you call me," she aid as she picked up the bottle that was left for Nora. Taking a the cap off she inhaled the smell before looking at Nora and chucking it out of the window. "It's laced," she said as her eyes narrowed. "Laudanum is in it."

🦄 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: - Marc wrestled Jaina back to the ground pressing her chest against the tiles as he locked her arms behind her back and dug his knees into the back of hers. "Someone get a tranq!" he yelled out as Cynthia sat there watching, glued to the scene as if it was a cartoon on TV.

Looking over at the doctor Cynthia grinned wildly. "Never better! This is great!" she giggled and clapped her hands. Turning her head slightly she looked up at Riley. "Can I have some popcorn and strawberry quick?" she asked innocently.

The paramedics arrived and rushed into the room, the other orderly running out to go grab the meds Marc was barking for. "We got him ma'am," one of the paramedics said as they came over and knelt down. One taking over putting pressure on the orderlies neck but it was no use, he was DOA. Felix though was holding in there, his vitals could have been far worse but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

They left the dead man on the ground and turned their attention to Felix, pushing what remained of his eye back some and wrapping his head before getting him onto a board and immobilizing him. Getting him onto a lowered stretcher they raised it as one grabbed the radio mic attached to his shoulder. "Be advised we have one DOA and one injured, about to transport to Justice Memorial," he said before looking towards Felix. "Sir, can you speak? What's your name?" he aid, trying to get Felix's attention.



Zoies Farm: - Zoie leaned back in her chair, letting her feet sprawl out to the side on the ground as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was listening to what Mali had to say but she was eying her brother with a look that could easily be taken as she was about to hit him upside the back of the head. Relic hunched his shoulders forward and sighed as he lowered his head, staring at his plate as he pushed his food around with a fork.

"I told ya to stay out of shit didn't I? Told ya not to go pokin' yer nose around where it didn't belong but naw, yous had to go get your ass caught in the cross hairs."

"I didn't mean to," he mumbled.

"The hell ya didn't."

"Okay, I poked around I didn't think it was gonna go this far! Fuck Zoie, help me," Relic said looking up at his sister.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Yer one of them!" Relic blurted out. Zoie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm a fuckin' informant! I ain't a higher up. That bitch you are getting mixed up with.... She's upper ranks, I don't even know much about her. Tryin' to but damn!" Zoie said as she got up from her seat and went over towards the cabinet, pulling out a mason jar of clear liquid and unscrewing the cap.

"Well what do you know?" he asked as he turned around in his chair.

"That if she wants you dead, you're dead..." Zoie said before taking a long gulp of the liquid and hissing from the burn. Setting it down on the table she looked over towards Mali and sighed. "My lovely brother here has got you mixed up in some shit you really don't wanna be a part of girl."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

"Neasa O'Connor?" he asked looking her over from head to toe, she fit the description he had been given. Granted he could have just been told it was a female traveling alone on the ship and that would have sufficed, any other woman coming off the ship was obviously either traveling with someone or had only boarded for "special" circumstances and short term "work."

"I was beginnin' to wonder if the ship would ever dock," he said as he looked her over. "Got anythin' ye need off loaded from the ship?" he asked as he cocked a brow, she didn't seem to have anything with her - not even a bag with a change of clothing. "Well, if ya do, let's be gettin' on with it. I really don't want to be out on these streets once the ship gets fully unloaded, things get... rowdy... around here then," he said as he looked around.

The port town might have been mostly for building ships but that didn't mean it didn't get the downside of many port towns. Debauchery was one of them, especially on nights when ships made dock. Calum pulled at his collar a bit and grimaced. It was obvious he was out of his element. His eyes darted about and his head seemed to snap around at any sound made, even though most sounds were just your typical sounds noise at a dock. People hauling thing, the occasional fight breaking out in a dark alleyway, people calling out here and there, the squeak of the lanterns rocking against the the poles in the wind.

Things on the ship were getting unloaded, there really wasn't any order to it. Shit was unloaded and dropped on the dock. It didn't matter whose it was when it came to luggage. It was just dropped and left there to "fend" for itself. The main cargo was guarded but that was all. People that had been on the ship started gathering things, who knew it if was theirs or not. People that hadn't been on the ship seemed to be doing the same. If one didn't move quickly it would be picked clean without a second thought.

March 21st, 1823

@Sputnik - The constables spotted Gerard and gave him a look over as he asked to speak with Mr. Ballard. "Mr. Connolly? Had not expected to see you out at this late hour," Mr. Ballard said with q distraught quizzical look on his features.

"You know this man?" one of the constables asked.

"Yes, yes, he works for the Wyndham's," Mr Ballard assured them before stepping off and away from the others to speak with Gerard. Running his hand over his head he sighed as he made sure they were out of ear shot before looking over at Gerard. "We are looking for Sarah, she is my wife's niece. She came to visit us and went for a walk this morning. We heard about the attack and we haven't seen her since. We are fraught with worry hearing that someone was killed and my dear wife is just beside herself. Have you heard or seen anything?" Mr. Ballard asked as he looked between the constables with his sons and Gerard.

He went on to explain what Sarah looked like, what she had been wearing when she left the Ballard estate earlier that day, and so forth. Sadly her description matched the woman that Gerard had taken to the church earlier that day and witnessed Elizaveta "pray over". It would be tough news to break to the man, he seemed genuinely concerned.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Almack's

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Elizaveta continued to watch Fyror with some odd interest as she looked into his eyes, giving the slightest nod of her head as he greeted her. It was not until Mary had come over and spoken that she tore her gaze away from the man and looked over towards her newly acquired friend. Her brows furrowed ever so slightly as she nodded.

"In some vays yes, in others no. Such turmoil swims vithin," she said softly before looking back over towards Fyror. "Never before have I seen the same vision subject in the eyes of tvo. Most fascinating," she said before turning towards Mary.

"I fear very dark times are ahead, ve must make haste, blood vill flov this evening." she said as she gathered the folds of her gown and made her way past Fyror and into the building. Arch Graveolase Buckingham following quickly on her heals as he tried to keep up. Elizaveta's guard did not follow, instead standing at post near the doors as he kept a watchful eye out on those around.

"Your grace, you mustn't say such things where you can be heard by all. It could cause worry and this night is important to the ton," he said, protesting Elizaveta's nonchalant way of speaking. Veta paid him no mind as she walked through the hallway towards the main room. He continued on about how important this night was to London Society, and blah blah blah blah.

Stopping at the doorway to the main ballroom she placed her hands in front of her and shot Arch Graveolase Buckingham a look of ice that seemed to chill him to the bone. "Get on vith it," she said coolly as she glanced over her shoulder and waited for Mary to take her place at her side.

"Right... right away," he said shivering but glad she had at least conceded this small point of pomp and circumstance. Stepping to the side of the door, he announced them. "Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova, Imperial Grace of the Russian Empire, and Dame Mary Hale of the Catholic Church," he said, he half wanted to choke on the last part of the introduction but he was not crossing Veta it seemed that evening.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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Rutherfords grip on Millicent's waist caused her to wish to be boiled in bleach to cleanse herself pet she plastered on a look of mild annoyance, it was the best she could do. Her mother and sister Emma were laughing and gossiping between themselves. Both seemed overly thrilled when the newly engaged couple came over to them, though it was obvious that Emma would have much rather Rutherford set his eyes on her instead of her sister.

"Such grand congratulations are in order for the both of you, I could not be more thrilled to see the turn of events. Such plans to make at this moment, so much work but it will be well worth it in the end," Mrs. Wyndham said joyfully. "Your father would be so proud."

Millicent shot a look of shock towards her mother. She knew those words to be a lie. Had her father of been here this would not have been an issue. Jane and Emma would have been matched with well rounded men of good character and Millicent would have been free to pursue her own interests without fear of the outcome for her siblings. How she wished he was here now, she knew he would have refused this match.

Her heart sank as a piece of paper was pulled from Rutherfords coat and handed over to Mrs. Wyndham. The woman took it and looked it over before scribbling her name on the bottom line. "Everything is in order and the engagement contract is ready for your signature Milli," she said as she turned the pen over to her step daughter.

Millicent found her fingers shaking as she took it, she hadn't thought she would be expected to sign so quickly. Such things normally took days to hammer out before anyone signed but it seemed that her mother and her... fiance... had worked things out well in advanced. Taking the paper she had to push down the urge to throw the paper into the nearest candelabra and set it aflame.

"Sign it," Rutherford said in a harsh tone as he tightened his grip on her waist, Milli having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screeching out in pain. With shaking hand she signed the paper and felt as if she had just signed away her soul in the process. Rutherford took the paper and placed it back within his coat with a satisfied grin on his lips. "Now, it is official."

The announcement came of the two newest guests and Emma scowled as she looked the woman over. "How am I supposed to find a husband now? Every man will be fawning over her!" Emma hissed as her eyes fell on Elizaveta.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Oliver Right now I am not sure if Char is pulling out fully from the Rp due to work schedule or not. I don't grant post holds or extensions if someone is on hiatus or holding up others. (Just a general rule of thumb since it can end up stalling an RP in general) - Now, you won't have to worry. I will be bunnying Char's characters until she returns, so you will have stuff to reply to, so that won't be an issue. We are on a 7 day posting schedule now, so you have time. (I'll be posting again in this Rp most likely on Monday or Tuesday, depending on how other posts go between now and then.)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@rivaan On day 6

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan On day 6

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

@rivaan On day 6

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose I love Ryan! He is just too damn fun.