Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

"...every day I'm fuddling..." <cue the music>

@Sigil

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil

🦄 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: - "Hold still before you make things worse," the paramedic told Felix. Taking his ID and strapping him down better. The last thing he needed was the patient falling off the stretcher and making things even worse.

Cynthia was having a grand old time, the thought of pop corn and strawberry quick had her attention and she didn't even notice as Mark took a blow to his forehead from the back of Jaina's skull. Blood pouring out his nostrils as he fell back. His eyes watered as he jumped up and drew his side arm. "Seriously lady? You want a bullet in your skull?"

"Yeah, that sounds nice. Very nice. It does sound nice. I said it sounded nice. Well then we agree. For once," Cynthia said to herself walking out of the room in a haze. "Where's the food?" she asked as she looked around the hallway.

"Alright he's ready to move, anyone coming with him?" the paramedic asked as they started to wheel Felix out of there quickly to get him away from the scene.

"Where is that damn tranq?" Marc spat as he kept the barrel of his gun pointed at Jaina, his finger on the trigger.



Zoies Farm: - "I's wish," Zoie said leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on the table. Taking a deep breath she rested her hands on either side of her head and scowled. "There be a lot I ain't tellin' ya. I tells ya everythang and it paints a larger target on yous back. Thang is, is you willin' to be a bigger target or if you'd just likes to walks away from this nows and hope to get throughs it," she said before glancing over at Mali. Her eyes held there for a moment before looking over at her brother.

"Why's you gots to go gettin' mixed up in all this. I told ya's to stays out of it."

"Well sorry, I was just following the pieces," he said before pulling his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I didn't mean to get into trouble Z... I really didn't. It was... well..."

"You and your damned curiosity," Zoie said shaking her head. "You never did know when enough was enough. Always figured behind behind the computer kept ya safe. Well it don't."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

"Right, well be quick a'bout it. This is not a place for god fearing' folk," Calum said as he looked around, his eyes darting this way and that. God fearing folk? Was this man actually a parson or just playing the part? It didn't seem likely that he was a member of the church, especially considering who his family was but then again the way he looked around he actually looked afraid. As if he would be better suited in the pulpit instead of on the streets.

"Oh my," he said to himself as he watched Neasha grab her bag and threaten someone with the board end of her stick. As she came back over he looked at her a bit stunned. "Seems you not be needin protection, just directions," he said, sounding a bit relieved as he spoke.

"Um, yes, this way. Right, this way," he said as he turned and pointed down the street, taking a single step before he nearly tripped over his own two feet. "Oh fuddle.." he said as he started to fall but caught himself on the edge of a cart.

"Hey watch it preacher!" a man called down from the driver seat.

"Pardon, sorry, yes, very sorry," he said as he righted himself and looked back over towards Neasha. "Right, this way," he said again before walking off quickly. Grasping the lapels of coat on either side he walked down the cobblestone road, his knees bowing out slightly with each step he took.

March 21st, 1823

@Sputnik - Mr. Ballard pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his brow. "I had feared the worse lad, thank you though for taking care of her in her hour of need. I will break the news to my family and we will go there to retrieve her body for a proper god fearing burial. God help us all," he said with a sad voice before putting on a brave face and turning back to his son and the constables. Stepping back over to them.

"Go home to your mother and ready the carriage," he said after explaining. "Do not tell her yet, I will when I return. I shall be along shortly," he said before turning back to Gerard and waving him back over. "Lad, for our troubles," he said pulling out a few coins from is pouch and handing them out for Gerard to take. "We owe you a debt, please take it," he said. It would be offensive not to.

"Lad, what are you doing out here at this time of the evening anyways?" Mr. Ballard inquired.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Almack's

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Elizaveta nodded towards the woman who came over. She did not know her but when she heard Mary say the lady's name her brow rose slightly and a smile came to her lips. "A Crypt? My, God vorks in mysterious vays. I knov one that vill be interested to speak vith you soon," she said once the introductions were complete.

More came over and when Fyror confrtoned her her eyes drifted up to his. A sorrowful look coming to her features. "I fear much pain in the future. A woman of chestnut hair and dark eyes. I have seen her in your eyes and anothers. Turmoil surrounding. Darkness enveloping. Pain. I knov not the cause but with the sight there is not alvays clarity. Stay vigilant and strong. A heart may break but it can be mended," she said in a solemn voice before glancing around the room. "Yet tonight I fear is only the beginning. Yes, help vould be accepted and velcome."

For Mary, the Tanter was triggered. Her sense stretching out and it would cause a tingling in the pit of her stomach. It would be faint, telling her there was a Soulless passing as a human in the vicinity but they were at least fifty feet away from her. That removed any in the room from being a Cargast, Ryne, or a Hraew, yet the sense did not go too far. There was at least one inside of Almack's as they spoke.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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"You needn't worry my dear child, her beauty is hardly matched to yours," Lord Rutherford said as he looked over towards Elizaveta, bringing a bright smile to Emma's lips.

"Here, here, he speaks the truth," Mrs. Wyndham pipped in. "And look at the filth she surround herself with. You needn't be worried my dear."

Millicent looked over and felt a lump in her throat form as she spotted the growing crowd around the Dame and Elizaveta. Fyror was there, conversing freely with the Grand Duchess. Looking away she fiddled with the pearls she wore around her neck that had been her mothers. She felt a tinge of jealously arising but she knew it was for nothing. She was engaged now, it should mean nothing to her that he was speaking to another. Yet she could not forget how she felt dancing with him. Safe and free, able to enjoy herself. Not caged and seething as she did not.

"Well as a representative of the crown I must go introduce myself, come now," Lord Rutherford said towards Millicent. She looked at him aghast but he gave her a look that made her quickly fall into line and let him take her arm. Stepping over he made his way with his new fiance on his arm over towards the group.

"Your imperial highness, such a pleasure to have you here. I am Lord Rutherford, Duke of the realm," he said bowing towards Elizaveta.

The Grand Duchess's eyes drifted over the man but she hardly gave him a second glance before stepping over towards Millicent and looking her over, yet she didn't seem to push to look into the woman's eyes who remained down cast. "And this young voman is?"

"My fiance, Miss Wyndham."

Elizaveta slowly looked over towards Fyror and then back towards Millicent. "And the picture becomes clear."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose Did you want to do both or just one?

🦄 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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Aziza looked over towards Reginald and listened to his word. It took her a moment to get the full meaning of what he was saying, looking rather confused at first and then it dawned on her. He was offering her a way out. She gave a small nervous smile and nodded towards him. "Thank you for your offer Lord Major, I am very thankful. I could not leave though, you know why," she said giving him a knowing look. The two had spoken some about her son and what she had lived through, it was why she had never left the country before now. She had the smallest hope that one day her son would seek her out when he grew up. If she left Egypt, she might never see him again and the thought broke her heart. That settled it she would stay in the country, even if she had thought about leaving she knew she just couldn't, no matter how much it put her life in danger.

"You are so kind Sgt. Walsh, I will never be able to repay you," Aziza said looking over to him and smiling. Taking a deep breath she righted herself and placed her hand on the banister, making her way down the stairs and out of the front of the hotel. Glancing around it did not take long for her to spot Peter who was standing by the car and had secured a taxi as well so that there was enough room for everyone. Or perhaps it was so he wouldn't have to travel with certain people. That thought though didn't cross Aziza's mind as she walked over to the car and took Peters hand as it was offered to her. Helping her into the car he made sure she was situated before stepping out of the way.

"I believe you will wish to sit next to your escort Miss Tarek," he said before looking around and hoping that the others would be along shortly. He wanted to get back to check in on Vera and Lauren back at the barracks. Looking down at his watch he noted the time, it was closing in on eleven in the evening. Time did move quickly when things were happening. If only they had moved this quickly during his time away from England.

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Elsewhere In The City

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Neema brushed her hands together and shook her head a bit as she waddled back from the window and looked over towards Nora. Stepping over to the woman she held her hand out, palm side up. "Come, come. Let me see. What happened? Idiot doctor wished he knew what my people know about healing." Her voice was kind when she spoke but firm. She wanted to see what was ailing the young woman and why that stupid doctor had been called in the first place.

"Blame my son for him coming. He thinks new ways best way. Forget the old ways." She said rolling her old eyes. "Our people wouldn't have survived for thousands of years here if we didn't know a thing or two. Traveling the sands, no doctor to call. Families had to know how to heal." It was obvious that Neema didn't have a high opinion of the doctor for various reasons even if her son seemed to respect the man enough to call him for people staying in the building. Granted, it didn't seem like Neema thought much of her sons beliefs these days either.

"Fiance?!" Vera squawked, nearly choking on the water she had retrieved to clear out the bad taste in the back of her throat. Patting herself on the chest she wiped the dribble away from her chin with the back of her hand. "He, I mean, he asked. We talked, but that was before he had perished in the war. I mean, before I thought he had perished. I believe he may ask again, but oh I don't know, oh fuddle sticks...." she said as she slumped down on the edge of her bed and sighed.

"No, no, I am as well as can be expected. I do not suspect that I shall be evacuating my stomach contents this evening, what little blessing that is. Thank you though for your kindness and concern." Vera slowly pushed back her curls from her brow and looked over towards Lauren. "I wish there was something you could do for me but I am afraid there is not anything at this time. Unless you can stop the moving works of time so that I can have time to actually work through the problems in my mind."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits Understandable. Hope you aren't feeling like most around my house are. Freaking flu sucks.

@Sigil @Morose - Did you want me to just post for my characters when I do my normal posting or did you want to continue the collabs? (I am good either way.)

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

@Pundii Actually no. I revoke permission. Not only does that put you over your timer for the RP... As stated in the "get back on track post" I was not going to let slide anymore if people missed things like where other characters are. So no permission granted. (Keep better track of what is going on in RP and don't ride the counter. )

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

@Pundii Yes, this once. Next time though if your previous post is already on day 8 and you request an edit for your current it will be denied. (This could be looked at as though you didn't finish your post before the deadline. So to cut out gray area, this once yes you can edit. Next time, no permission will be given.) - You have 2 hours.

Let's Gush!

I want to point out two Rpers right now. @Sigil and @Rivaan

Both these guys I have been rping with for sometime.

Sigil is usually known as a great Rper and creator of very memorable characters. Anger, humor, and out of left field antics are things he is known for. Thing is, more tender moments or soft emotions is something he hasn't been great at. Over the last weeks he has pushed himself to branch out and tap that area of RP, leading to a massive break through for a character of his that was headed down a very dark path. I have to say I am beyond impressed with both the character and the Rper growth.

Rivaan as well has gone through some major growth as an Rper since he first joined an RP of mine and seeing his characters growth from timid little mouse to confidant healer over time is just brilliant. It was a change I was not expecting from the character and it wasn't just slapped in there, it came slowly and timed perfectly; true signs of a great Rper in the making.

These two are proving that pushing one's limits in an Rp, both as an Rper and for your character changes everything and turns you from a "place holder" to a driving force in an Rp.

Gentlemen, I tip my hat to you both. Well done!!