Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Nallore @Scallop

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Chicago Heights : - Oh Ms. Amy Adams of Channel Six News was not about to give up that easily. Turning she looked at the camera and flashed a smile. "Seems our doctor is tight lipped about the murder that happened at the asylum yesterday. Is this a guilty consciousness for failing a patient or have the administrators of the home for the insane made orders to say nothing and she is just covering her own rear end? We will find out! Stay tuned! This is Amy Adams of Channel Six News, back to you John. What's our weather forecast look like today?" she said and held that newswoman smile until she got the all clear from her camera man.

Soon as she was off the air she turned around to Iris and her smile faded. "Alright, camera is off. Now, just what is going on down there? At least one was murdered, one was taken to the hospital," she started as she whipped out her note pad and flipped it open. "A one Felix Hausten. An Author from over seas, newly arrived here in Justice." Looking up from her note pad she touched the tip of her pencil to her tongue and eyed Iris. "Here's your chance to speak anonymously."

Zoies Farm: - "Ohs good lucks gettings him to answer shit right nows. Soon as his nose goes into that computers of his he walls everythang else out," Zoie said as she glared at her brother and tapped her foot on the ground. Marc sighed but nodded as he rubbed his face.

"Yeah, kid goes off into his own little world..." Marc started.

"I'm checking to see if Ross has a CIA file," Relic said before glancing over at Mali and winking with a grin.

Marc and Zoie half gawked at him for answering. "Why the hell would he have a file?" Marc asked, now really damn interested in just what in the hell Relic was up to. Relic didn't answer, just kept hacking away and periodically looking over at Mali. "That girl Valentine, she has one. It's redacted to hell and back but she has one. Now wondering if Ross has a connection with her," he said speaking to Mali and ignoring the other two.

After a few minutes he laughed and turned his computer around to show them the screen. He hadn't been hacking the CIA. At least not right then. He had been doing a search on Barney Ross to see what his public history was, a damn simple google search. He had pulled up the Barney Ross website and simple went to the ~About Barney Page~ "Here, read this..."

Barney Ross, born and raised in Salisbury Maryland, is a fitness icon and has been for the last thirty years. A decorated war veteran, after he retired from an illustrious career decided to start training the fittest of the fit. His decades of experience have helped him cultivate one of the largest Gym Franchisees and Fitness Equipment Suppliers in the Nation. He is a devoted family man though never have been married himself. He is the eldest of two sons born to former CIA director Marcus Bethal and has one niece."

Gun Range - "That would explain how you have survived in Justice so long," Roy chuckled as he drove them towards the Gun Range. "Guess using a gun wasn't really on the skills to learn list for an assassin? What did you major in, star chucking?" he teased.

Then Roy got quiet as Riley started to tell him about her High School days. That was one hell of an event to live through but it still didn't explain how she had fired a gun once before. Quirking a brow he looked over to her. "Hey, I'm a detective, not a physic. How did a dead body hanging from the ceiling end at prom get to you firing a gun at a serial killer?" he asked in a rather interested voice. This sounded like some bad murder mystery theme for a weekend get away trip.

MSS Private Jet: - "Sure thing, need anything just let me know. Right away. Doctors orders," Natasha said before nodding to Cecily about getting some rest. That sounded like a great idea. Granted she would much have rather been curled up in bed with Lincoln right then but a private jet wasn't such a bad way to spend in the air. Could have been far worse, like coach in some commercial air liner sat next to some over weight man who sweat the entire time and kept trying to talk to her despite a horrid case of halitosis.

Sitting down in her seat, Natasha got comfortable and tried to relax. Dosing in and out of sleep here and there. She never could sleep well on flights but a little rest was better than nothing. She looked up to see the single on flight stewardess coming over to her and placing their inflight meal before her. It was much better quality than anything she had expected. Perking a brow she looked at her plate and then back at the woman. "I was informed you are recovering from cancer. This meal should sit well with your meds, a bit blander than what we normally serve but it and some ginger ale should do you some good," she said with a smile. Baked chicken, steamed vegis, and some plain rice were on her plate along with a slice of angel food cake for dessert. "Thought you could handle this to sweeten up the meal," she said kindly before making her way over to the others.

Their meals were much more flavorful. Beef Wellington, seared asparagus, scalloped potatoes, and raspberry cheesecake for dessert. Placing the meals on the tables before the two she asked Cecily what she wanted to drink. She didn't bother asking Caesar, bringing him his usual. The flight was going well and they were half way there at this time. (We will even up times between those in Mexico and Justice later on.)

Justice Airport: - The walk over to gate 18D wasn't too bad, it was a bit from where Keystone had been sitting but due to the fact the flight was arriving early there were not many there waiting to board for the next flight out as of yet. By the time Keystone arrived, the one person in a wheel chair was already deboarding the flight followed by a slow line of first class people behind the old woman. It would be a few before business class and coach were able to gather their carryon's and get off the plane.

A flight attendant was standing at the end of the walkway, giving her usual "thank you for flying, have a good day, or yes, gate such and such is that way, or you can claim your baggage here," lines to the first class people as the disembarked from the flight. No one from MSS had left the flight yet. More people began to come down the path, until no one else seemed to be coming down the walkway tunnel. That was until a group rounded the corner, self separated from the rest of passengers. A mixed group of men and women but it was obvious who they were. They all dressed in black and held that MSS look on their features as if they were there to do a job.

Justice Memorial: - The News ended with a recap of the traffic situations in Justice, which as always were horrible, and a forecast for the day - Cloudy with a chance of thunderstorms rolling in that evening thanks to the heatwave running through the area. Once the Daily News was done, the flipped their programming to the Reports on the National Level. It would roll back to local in a couple of hours.

After a few minutes of commercials on the TV advertising everything from the teaser for the newest Reality Show to be aired that fall, Old Spice, and so forth the nurse finally came into the room. She was older, rather foul looking with a stern face that could have only be achieved from decades of working in the field. She dressed as if she was still a newly practicing nurse in the 1970's - complete with short white boxy heels that clanked hard on the tiled floor, boring white dress, and cap. Her gray hair pulled up in a whispy bun at the back of her neck. "What seems to be your problem? Not like the jello?" she snarked as she started checking the vitals monitor.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Veradana Just request for the person to change the text color because you can't read it, or ask the Gm to. Any Gm requiring or allowing color coding should have a rule or practice in place so that colors being used are readable by all.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee I think I am getting good at writing characters for people to hate LOL

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan I googled Frosty Mac Frosts and was not disappointed.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Okay, new post up. That took longer than I expected.

Okay - Mnkee, the (1)'s by your characters locations indicates the current count behind the others. Right now you are only 1 behind them - which basically means that once you post here you will need to get 1 more update and post again before the next large WN to be even with everyone. (So a total of 2 replies - this one and another after a persona LLA update.) - If that makes sense lol.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 22nd, 1823

Port Annan, Scotland

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Teriny Inn: Nigel smiled like a proud papa over towards Maeve. "Glad you enjoy it, nows eat up. Gonna needs yers strength to deal with the Parson," he said with a jolly laugh. The man could have been a Scottish Santa Claus the way he beamed from time to time. A little red to his old nose, and the pot belly didn't hurt the illusion what so ever.

Resting his hands on the bar top he sighed a bit. "Yes and no. Calum always been ones with two left feets but oddly enough the man can dance without causing too much havoc. Thing is though, whens he gets distracted, well it just gets worse bys ten fold. I thinks he might be a little taken with ya lass," he admitted. It wasn't that he was trying to rat out Calums newly established crush on the woman but Nigel liked this girl and was rather fond of Calum.

Looking over at the man who was drenched his eyes followed him as he stormed up to his room. Sighing, he hoped Calum got this whole cursed leftfootedness under control at least some quickly. It was going to get him killed. Glancing down at his watch he tapped it a few times before looking back over towards Maeve. "Anywhos, eats up. Calum should be back soon. He is usually very punctual but today, only god knows."

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London, England

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The Glimmeric: Sarah Ann nodded nervously and took one of the girls hands as she walked into the Glimmeric. She was shaking like a leaf and one of the girls suggested she had a bit of sherry to calm her nerves. Sarah yipped out a yes as they entered the building. Hopefully they could calm down the young woman soon enough now that she was inside and away from the body itself.

Michael smirked a bit at Ruby's comment. "Dat he does," he agreed before looking over towards Frances and shaking his head a bit. "No Ma'am. Wish I had. I was in the back of the shop when I heard Sarah yell out," he said as he cleaned his hands a bit more on his apron. "I did sees him this mornin' though, very early. Before the sun rose. There was a fog out," he started to explain. That wasn't uncommon in the early morning hours along the Strand. Fog was the fifth season of London that never seemed to fully pass. "Saws him coming out of the Glimmeric and head up the road. Was strange, since he didn't have his carriage waiting but figures he didn't wants it parked out front and was going to meets it up on the corner."

That was the usual practice for a lot of high borns that visited the Glimmerc. Get dropped off and picked up a block or two from it so even if they were caught in the area they couldn't be accused of specifically visiting the establishment. Why they did this, Michael had no idea. The Glimmeric was well known for what it was and what went on inside wasn't exactly frowned upon. Sure the girls weren't treated the best but as far as a man having a night there, was accepted. Even women married to lords came there from time to time. As long as they had already produced an heir and a spare they could keep discreet lovers all they wished.

Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent Park): As both Vlad and Constantin entered the fog, it became more than apparent that finding anything in this weather was going to be like locating a needle in a hay stack. You weren't likely to see it before it poked you in your rear end. Clothing was soaked by down, hair like you had just walked out of the river after a wash. Droplets rolled down their foreheads and over their lashes at this point like a light rain.

Then it happened. There was a scream from within deeper in the fog. At least one could think it was from deeper within the fog. Or perhaps it was from behind them? No, to the east. Or was it from the west. No, that wasn't it. The scream was in the fog itself, or was it the fog? It was all around and inside the dewy water gripping to their ears and the back of their necks. The only good from the scream was that it didn't sounds like a scream from the Grand Duchess, yet it was so familiar. Like a scream that had ripped them and others from their nothingness of a dream that night before.

The scream was followed by something familiar though. Something very familiar. It ripped straight through the fog. The sound of a large animal growling in defense. Only one thing could have made that noise. Myska. Thing was though. When the sound came rushing through the fog, it cut a path. Two different paths. Before Vlads feet it lead to the left. In front of Constantin it lead to the right. Neither men could see each other in the fog. Had they gotten so turned around in the fog they had ended up in different directions? No. The fog had done something for as they followed the line of sight provided by the rushed path created by the roar they both would see Veta in the middle of the water in the park. Lifted above it by an unknown force and frozen. And beyond that they would spot each other close to the shore line. Myska was in the water beneath the princess as the water was freezing around him.

Wyndham Manor: Abby found Lily in the kitchen with a pale tint to her skin. The girl still was not used to Emma's bellowing. Sighing Abigail helped Lily up to Emma's room to get the woman together. "Don'tcha be frettin' none. We's get her ready posts hastes and out of here, then the house be quiet," Abigail assured Lily. And they did, by the time that Gerard had the carriage prepped and ready to go, Emma was in the main dining room eating breakfast. By the time he was done with his chores Lily was helping Emma get her shawl on and gloves for the ride out to the hospital.

"Now, remember what I said. I want this house ready to close up by tonight. All except the bed rooms, those will be finished in the morning," Emma said in a voice as scathing and cold as Mrs. Wyndhams. Abigail didn't like the idea of closing up the house so quickly but if it got them out of the city and Miss Milli back into the country side it was worth the rush job.

"Let's go," Emma said as she climbed into the carriage with the help of Lily and slammed the door, nearly catching the poor girls fingers in the frame as she did. Yelling out the window. "Make sure the ride isn't bumpy! I refuse to show up with messed curls in front of any Lords visiting the hospital!"

Abigail ground her teeth as she wrapped an arm around Lily and gave Gerard a look of ~sorry you have to put up with her~ as Emma knocked on the roof of the carriage to let him know she was ready for him to start the drive to Westminster Hospital.

St. Etheldreda's: Adams eyes lit up like a boy on Christmas morning. "Oh yes Sister Mary! Can I?" he said excitedly before pressing his stomach and his brow quirked. "Actually, I ain't be being hungry right now. Weirds, I always hungry but nots right now," he said before looking back over to Mary.

"Of course Sister, I will find something for him," Sister Alma said kindly and gave a quaint nod to the Dame. Wrapping her arm around Adam she assured him they would find him something clean to wear before he left to see the Grand Duchess. Adam seemed very excited. "But you will have to eat something small before you go. Could be a long ride and you'll meed your strength," Alma said before she turned and headed out of the gardens.

Adam took Sister Mary's hand and walked with her, looking around the place as if it was the first time. Had he not noticed some of this when he originally came through to go into the gardens? Perhaps not. Many seemed to not know how they had gotten from their rooms that morning to where they finally snapped back to reality.

Over in records, Sister Lazarus pulled down the white cloth that was tied around her face and lowered her feather duster as Mary came into the room with Adam. "Now, where on this holy earth does it say and on the eight day he dusteth?" she said in a salty raspy voice befitting of her years and temperament. "Oh morning to you Sister Mary. Yes, I have them, somewhere," she said looking over at her desk. Tossing her feather duster onto the chair she went to the stack of papers and found the two she was looking for, sealed with wax ~pm will be sent for their contents~

Crypt Manor: Peter steeled himself for the conversation. He quickly explained that he was terribly sorry for the condition of the gardens and that he knew not how it happened. That he had awoken this morning to find the gardens in such a morose state. then he got to the Globe thistle.

"I pulled it and burned it m'lady. Twas a horrid omen!" he exclaimed. It was not like Peter to get this worked up. Sure he always seemed a bit nervous and on edge around the Crypts but this was something else. This was pure unadulterated fear that coursed through his voice and his veins.

"These thistles are not common to the British Isles! Come from Banat they do," he said nervously. "Invasion, a deathly invasion is coming m'lady. From the east. I bet me life on it!" he added as he mad the symbol of the cross on his chest and went back to writhing his hat so much that the seams threatened to pop.

The London Docks(1): There were other deaths that hadn't made the papers as of yet or hit the grape vine it seemed. Though it was clear from points on the body laid out street map that there had been others outside of Hyde Park and Almack's. The pool of blood though was the one thing that differed from the rest of the bodies. Why no body? Yes, it could have meant there were more deaths to occur, or it could have meant something else. There would be only one way to tell for sure. Go there and find out.

From looking at the bodies, how they were laid out, and Thalkens knowledge of the streets of London he would know that the pool of blood meant he would need to head down to the Strand, near Glimmerics. Might be best he get on his way because the sound of the constables whistles and bells was echoing down the street some and well, his family was not well liked by people of the law. Surely they would try to pin this on him and his family if he was found anywhere around the bodies when they arrived. They might try to place the blame on them anyways but best not to risk it just yet. Being held up by the constables would mean being slowed down and stalled until later and that could easily mean whatever he might discover at the Strand would be long gone by then. Time to move.

It would take sometime to travel the streets of London to get to the Strand from the Docks, a good hour on horseback heading west but perhaps with some quickness of foot and the bit of luck with the streets being less crowded this morning it would make for a quicker travel. The bells were growing stronger and louder. Thalken had maybe five minutes to disappear into the shadows.

Westminster Hospital(1): Fyror was able to take advantage of years of horseback riding, quick thinking and lightened traffic through the parks to make excellent time to Westminster Hospital. Out front of the hospital stood an Indian man in a suit with a turban on his head and a small lad in clothing a bit short for his height. As Sir Kildragon came up to the hospital the man nodded to him as the boy took the reins of the horse.

"Ah, yes Sir Kildragon sahib I presume?" he said in a thick West Indian accent as he gave a curt bow. "Dr. Graham is awaiting your arrival and asked that I escort you to him. I am Ram Dass Naidu," he said in a polite voice. "Ben will tend to your horse. This way please, Dr. Graham said it was most urgent," he added as he motioned for Fyror to follow him through the large front doors of the multiple storied building that towered over them near Westminster Abby.

Inside the hospital was bustling as people moved about but Ram Dass made quick work through them and took the stairs to the third floor. "I would normally take our newly installed lift but it is quite crowded today so I hope you don't mind a bit of physical exercise instead," he said in an apologetic manner as he hoofed it up the stairs. Once to the third floor he made a quick turn and then another, winding his way through the maze of hallways. "Ahh, here we are," he said before giving a quick rap on the thick door.

"Come in," Dr. Grahams voice rang out through the door before Ram Dass opened it and motioned for Fyror to enter.

"Sir Kildragon, sir."

"Oh yes, good. Thank you Ram Dass, that will be all for now," he said dismissing the man as he took his glasses from his face and rose from his chair to reach out his hand in greeting to Fyror. "Thank you for coming as quickly as you did, please have a seat."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Raging Ghost Oh yeah, that is more than fine. Should see the journey's some of these characters have made to make it to Georgia at this point. Believe the furthest we have that has traveled since the outbreak began is Seattle Washington.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Raging Ghost Yes we are currently accepting new characters. Always on the look out for fresh meat. Please take a close read through of the original OOC post - Especially the rules.

The CS code is provided under the character section of the original OOC post - give that a full fill in and once it is complete (no WIP's) post it here in the OOC for review. If you have any questions, such as what skills you may want to have or coding issues - just drop me a pm or post the question here in the OOC: myself or one of the long standing members of the RP will be happy to answer any questions. We're happy to help. Do not worry about relations for your character as of yet. Since you are coming into the RP late, you'll meet along the way.

I will bring your character to the RP once a CS is approved. It will be a random location generated for the character somewhere in the West-Central area of Georgia. Don't be surprised if an edit or two is needed with the Cs before approval, everyone tends to over look something. The CS is rather in-depth and I am rather picky >.>

Just be warned, I am an Evil GM Overlord. Run rather tight ship, and expect rules to be followed. I do kick people from Rp's and characters do die. A lot. Just ask around. I've lost... god I've lost count. Least 5 so far of my personal PC's and god only knows how many NPC's. Just wanting to let you know what you are getting into beforehand, so cards are all on the table.

Think that covers the general stuff. Again, if you have any questions, just ask. We've all been at this a while and are open to help and welcome new comers. Looking forward to seeing the CS once completed.

Lady A~

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sputnik K, remember - edits, even typos need to be cleared in OOC before hand just to be safe and have everyone under the same set of rules. Keeps it simpler for me to keep up with. (Thankfully I had already read it before the edit, so you are clear this time.)

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Newhope

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Atticus shot Daphne a look of fire and brimstone. "Lord give me patience for if you give me strength I'm going to snap her neck like a twig," he said under his breath. Letting out a short huff he looked back at Harper and gave half a smile, though it was easy to tell he was vexed. Patience was not one of is virtues right then. If that girl thought for one minute it didn't matter that she had abandoned the others while there was work to be done just because she was back at the tail end of it she knew nothing and had a lot more growing up to do than he originally thought.

"Right, okay yeah, we just need to move the rest of of our stuff over into those holding docks," he said pointing to the docks where the rest of the stuff had already been offloaded.

"Where the fuck is Dorothy?" Anisa bellowed as she came strolling over and her eyes darted about to see who was there and who wasn't.

Atticus rubbed his temples before taking another breath and held up a finger to Harper. He wanted to finish answering the mans questions but he wasn't about to ignore Anisa when she was bellowing. "We had, um, can we speak in private?" he said as he motioned for Anisa to step to the side with him.

"This had better be good..." she grunted as she stepped over with him. Atticus whispered a few things quietly and quickly. Ansia's face going tight with anger before nodding, her eyes darting to Daphne for a moment and narrowing before looking over to Harper and away again. When she returns remind her of her awaiting duties."

"Awaiting duties?" Atticus asked confused.

"She will know what you mean. I will be back within the hour, shot anyone who even begins to step out of line."

"I don't use guns Captain..."

"Then blow them the fuck up!" she snapped before turning on her heels and motioning for Harper to follow her. "Come on, I want my head pilot along for this purchase after all," she added as she kept walking towards the main area of the docks and swung south.

Atticus sighed a bit, guess he didn't need to answer about the barber chair after all. Rolling up his sleeves he glanced around hoping that Jahosafat would get down there soon to lend a hand but at least he was working from what Harper had stated before.

The old man smiled at Fitz and placed his feather dust into a holster on his hip. It looked like it used to hold a gun of some sort. Perhaps a relic of his younger days. Pulling out the chair he slowly sat down, the sound of his knees popping could be heard but he smiled nonetheless. "Oi, old age catches up with us all," he said as he looked over the pieces and turned the board around so that Fitz was white. "Guests first!" he said as he got as comfortable as his old bones would allow.

"So tell me what brings you to New Hope?" he asked. "Figured if you enjoy games and were from around here I would know your face already," he chuckled. "If I do know you, then my mind is far more gone than I thought and you shouldn't have a problem winning," he added with a light hearted laugh.

In the dress shop a lean woman with needle cushion affixed to her wrist looked up from her sewing to spot Mei as she came in. "Oh my, hun... yes, over here," she said quickly as she pushed back the curtain to the back room and moved several large spools of thread from a table. "Sit, sit," she said after dropping the spools on a stack of fabric. Rushing over to the front door she locked it tight and turned over the sign so it read closed.

The place seemed to be empty besides the two of them. It was odd, that no one was in there. The dresses that lined the walls and were on mannequins for display were all very beautiful and if one were able to take a closer look, they would be able to see that the needle work done on them was exquisite. Yet, the place was empty. The woman came over to Mei and offered her a shoulder to move to the back room and onto the table. "What happened?" she asked looking at Mei. She had a lot of things to ask but that was the first thing she was able to blurt out.