Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic Be the FBI Office in Justice

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil No update for Keystone this round. You are free to control the taco shed. If you need any rolls or anything pm me.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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*Quick Note: Color codes for location headers will denote time of day basically. Not so much tie of day but look for matching ones to see if you are in the same ~time frame~ as others.

MSS Private Jet: Natasha wasn't sure what to think of the very short conversation that happened between the Federale and Caesar, her eyes looking over to Cecily for a minute before shrugging a bit. Her attention was then turned to another voice. Her brow cocked a bit, she wanted to say that the man looked slightly like Caesar but last thing she wanted to do was assume and get the "Yeah, you white folk think we all look alike" speech. The fact that the man was a priest made her severely question if he could ever be related to a man that seemed to bring blood and fear everywhere he showed up. (Like in the morgue from a sewer line.)

She smiled slightly toward the man and shook her head. "Gracias Padre. No, no trabajo para el señor Gonzales. Soy la Doctora Natasha Brinne," she said quickly. Her Spanish was a bit more formal than the usual back and forth talk but it was obvious she was fluent at this point. Him calling Caesar brother made her wonder if he meant brother in the church sense or true brother. What the hell, she might as well ask. "¿Son hermanos o hermanos de la iglesia?"

The pilot came back over with a clip board and a sheet of paper on it, holding it out towards Natasha. "Dr. Brinne, can you sign off for this? Or..?" he asked, wondering about the body transfer since this was not something he had done before for the company.

"Oh, yes, I can. I have an international license for humanitarian work and non profits. Since I am not charging for this, it fits," she said as she took the clip board and started signing her signature before handing the carbon copy back to the pilot for them to file away with custom's and handing the original copy over to Caesar. "Just make sure this stays with whoever is tending to her body until burial," she said in a sympathetic voice. Feeling a little off she looked back towards Cecily. "I gotta sit down, this heat is going to be the end of me," she said quietly.

Zoie's Farm: Marc leaned back and shook his head. "Don't look at me, I barely get a word in edge wise when it comes to these two," he said holding his hands up in defeat.

Zoe sighed a bit. "No, been with Juno for a bit but I am a lower level person known as an Aqueduct. We tend to do the leg work for Juno itself. None of us know who all is a member of Juno proper other than when orders come down from above and by their call signs. Which those were actually pretty easy to figure out but there is one above them all from what I can tell but can never get a fix on that one. Shit we don't even know who all our fellow Aqueduct's are unless we are informed. Right now I do know they are up in arms losing one of their circle and that Zatara is in the running to take the woman's place," Zoie said before Relic stood up.

"Either way, Mali's right. Best time is now and all we can do is hope the house of cards stay standing," Relic said as he shoved his laptop into his bag.

"So, what's the plan?"

"For now, we are getting Mali clothed. I have a dinner to attend this evening and I will need her there with me. I already turned down a call this morning to be an escort for the event. It is at the court house. Fund raising event. Totally political for the upcoming elections but will give me cover to be able to get in and try to get the files," Zoie said as she grabbed her purse. "So, dress or suit?" she asked Mali.

"Let's just hope you can," he said as he stepped towards the door, following Marc out to the limo. Relic wondered why the records could still be there but in the end from looking at the picture with Barney Ross - if this was the same girl and comparing it what the daughters age was she had to be a young mother. Probably before she ever got caught up in all of this.

Justice Asylum: The nurse shook her head. "No, it's okay. Used to it, just wish they would retake cursive. Think it would be a third grade skill they would have mastered by now," the nurse grumbled a bit. "Well if that whole ego thing is true, then his must be the size of the pyramids," she chuckled. Pushing the papers aside she finally looked up at Iris.

"So is there anything I can do for you this morning? You're the new one right? Nurse Cratty, head nurse for this floor," she said as she stood up and started to file things away now. "Bed checks were about an hour ago. That patient that went off the deep end yesterday is sedated still but she needs to eat. The over night physician ordered no more sedation for her until you arrived or unless something happened. She should be waking soon."

Gun Range: Roy laughed a bit. "Maybe later we can try the big stuff," he chuckled before sitting down and going over the basics. Safety rules, how to hold the gun properly, how to check the chamber safely, unjam a bullet, put in a new clip when the other ran out. It took a bit to go over everything but Roy was patient and a rather good teacher when it came down to it. He was though a little over explaining, going over everything at least twice and making sure Riley could do the basics before he even started to act like he was going to let her fire a gun.

After about the third time he felt she finally had a decent grasp on it and moved over to one of the stalls before putting a target up and sending it to the other end of the range. "Okay, ear covers on, glasses on, wide stance, hold the gun like this," he said demonstrating for her before stepping out of the way. "We are live," he said to no one in the room but it was standard procedure. "Okay, safety off, give it a go. The kick isn't too bad on this one."

Justice Memorial: It was a little bit before the nurse came back in and walked over to Felix. Looking at his tray she rose a brow. "What, the food not to your liking?" she asked s her eyes narrowed a bit. "Well this isn't the Ritz you know, so don't be expecting me to be fetching you anything else to eat." She was in a foul mood but from the way she carried herself, could she ever be in anything else. "So come on, what do you want. I do have other patients to look after."

Groaning a bit she tapped her feet on the ground. "Any next time hit the bloody call button instead of yelling out. It's what it is there for."

Precinct 54: "Your file, maybe contact that Agent Tinder who had the case reopened. Not sure what work Gregory has done on it yet," he said before waving her off. "Go on, your is the only clean on in the place," he said before dismissing her.

In the file the newest additional to the Justice Police Department would see a rather long file on David Lawson. Retired USMC Gunnery Sergeant. Served during the war in Iraq, POW once thought dead. From South Carolina originally. Divorced from an Adelaide Grimaldi recently (his thought to be widow) - most of Lawsons file is redacted and black out to the explanation of how he returned to the US and what he did for the Marines while in the service. FBI badge number, referred to the FBI by a one Marc Tinder. (The agent that had reopened the case.)

There wasn't as much on Lance Clemins. Gun runner it seemed from the file, came out of no where a couple of years ago in Justice. Police had been trying for ages to shut him down but he managed to get out of every time. Cases usually thrown out of court.

There also wasn't much on the whole dual murder. Case was closed stating that a fight broke out and they had killed each other during the shoot out. Was caught on camera thanks to Channel Six news, nothing was thought of it. Why it would be reopened now was anyone's guess.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic Shit, I thought I replied to this - yes, I will be placing that in my update today.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 22nd, 1823

Scotland

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Calum smiled a bit as he looked over towards Maeve but he looked away quickly as he cleared his throat. "Yes, my child," he said in a serious tone. Apparently there was more to this Parson than originally met the eye. The carriage pulled to a stop outside the city of Annan and there was a quick knock on the top of the carriage.

"Um, would you mind stepping out for a moment whilst I change?" he asked her. "I could not at the Inn, Nigel and all but I must be Father Blair by the time we reach the dress maker," he explained as he sat there nervously. His hands patting on his knees and waiting for Maeve to exit, or at least he hoped she would without much question.

The door of the carriage opened slowly and a hand held out for Maeve. "Do not worry. It is just Rory our carriage driver. Childhood friend of mine, trust him with me life."

Rory pulled down his dust cloth from his face and removed his hat. "Don't ya be worryin' none Miss," he said kindly towards Maeve.

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England

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Case Name: Time to go
Location: London
Time: As quickly as possible
Reason: To get moving to meet Veta for Brunch
Group: Sister Mary, Adam

My Hider

You are finally on your way and now have to move through the streets and parks of London. Use the maps provided to get from the church to the Circus. Adam will mostly be eating as he rides along. Pm through out for updates on what Mary is seeing as far as people go and to see if any problems arise during the trip. 7 days!

Case Name: Death of a Garden
Location: Crypt Manor (London)
Time: An hour or two
Reason: Try to figure why everything died and why only 1 thing grew - you can finally start lol
Group: The Crypts

My Hider

Alright, you are in the lab and in control now. Peter will take some time to get everything cleaned up and then he has to finish gathering plants and soils from the garden since he was kind of side tracked with the wolves carcass. Pm me for rolls you need as you try things to see what information you are able to ascertain.

The Glimmeric: Michael nodded a bit. "Good lad," he said as he got ready and gave a quick count. "On three, one, two, three," he said and with that he hefted the body up. Stepping carefully he shuffled over towards the cart and stepped up into it. Walking backwards with the help of Thalken to get the body fully into it before setting it down carefully. Grabbing the top most piece of wood he leapt over the side and back onto the street itself before wiping his hands off on his butchers apron. "Thank you kindly for the hand sir," he said in a kind voice before looking over towards Thomas.

"Alright lad, keep an eye on the place while I am gone. One of the hands of Glimmerics may be over before I return, set them up right nice you hear."

"Will do!" Thomas said, excited over the prospect of being left in charge even if only for a short time. Michael couldn't help but smirk a bit at the lad and ruffle his hair before he sent him off. The boy had been found eating rotten food on the streets behind the shop when he was about five, Michael had taken him in and for all accounts raised him as his own.

"Alright, let's get a move on. Mind helping me make sure he doesn't fall out of the cart as I take him over to Nuetermyre's?" Michael finally said looking over towards Thalken. He really didn't give the young man a chance to reply, simply stepping over to the front of the cart and lifting up the end before pulling it down the street and passed The Glimmeric. Inside Sally Ann had, with the help of some strong spirits, managed to pass out on her bed. She looked still so a fright as she lay there, her hands balled up into nervous fists as she whimpered in her sleep from time to time.

Regent's Park: Everyone from the circus was doing what they could to get Vlad and Constantin out of the water. Other were rushing back to the tent city to fetch blankets and more torches now that the fog had cleared. All of them confused to what had happened, why there was ice in the water, where the fog had come from. So many of them figured it was a Golgravtiz that had caused it, but that thought alone made many of their skins crawl. One this far outside the boarders of the Russian Empire? It was unheard of.

Sister Sophia was there, looking torn between worried and livid. "Vhere is she?!" she demanded to know looking towards Vlad as finally he and Constantin were pulled to the shore and to dry land. There was a rush of bubbles from beneath the surface and then everything went coldly still. Sister Sophia's hand coming to her lips, trembling at the stillness of the water at this point. Then from the darkness a paleness could be seen growing in intensity and side until Myska's head broke the surface and he began swimming towards the shore. It looked for a moment as if Veta was no where to be seen until the pale color of her skirt could be seen in the large animals jaws and her body floated to the surface behind him. She was face down and unmoving.

Westminster Hospital: Doctor Graham looked over towards Fyror at his exclamation. He let the young man go as his attention was torn back to Mrs. Wyndham. "What is HE doing here?" she demanded to know.

"It is nothing to concern yourself with Mrs. Wyndham. Now, do tell me why I am hearing you a floor above? You should be resting dear woman," he said in a clam voice. Mrs. Wyndham wasted no time retelling the tale of Gerard and his stepping out of line and forgetting his place. The way she made it sound he was devil incarnate.

"I see, well I do say. Seems the man has been put in his place. Shall we move on?" he asked before continuing and not giving the woman a chance to stop him. He was used to these high brow patients. "It seems that no matter what anyone thinks your daughter is missing at this point."

"Step-daughter," Mrs. Wyndham snapped before rolling her eyes. "She is just doing this to torment me. Punishment for pushing her to marry. She's too googoo eyed over men who are far below her," she continued as Fyror came back in. Shooting both Fyror and Gerard a stern look. "Like those two. That one she is constantly out in the stables reading with and that one, oh you should have seen her last night dancing with him. Completely scandalous when she knew there was a proposal coming from Lord Rutherford! Her not being her is her way of punishing me," Mrs. Wyndham sad fanning herself and looking like she ~had the vapors~

"Millicent cares nothing for what she does to my poor mother," Emma stated as she sat down next to her mother and comforted her. Dr. Graham's lips thinned a bit.

"I see, well then we should find her. If anything to put your mind at ease and so that you can punish her rightly," he said as he turned around and looked over towards Fyror. His eyes rolling deeply at his own words. Swallowing the anger growing in him he turned back around to look at Mrs. Wyndham and forced a reassuring smile. "I will inform the authorities and we will find her for you. Bring her here post haste to face your justice."

"Yes, right, do that. And take those two from my sight!" she snapped. Dr. Graham gave her a curt nod before looking at Gerard and Fyror.

"If you two gentlemen would come with me, I would be most grateful," he said before stepping out of the door and down the hallway a bit. Turning around and waiting on them to join her and hoping to god the last one to leave the room slammed the door behind them just to make that woman jump a bit.

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October 4th, 1924 - 12:25 P.M. Local Time

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Barracks: "Of course uncle Regi, mums the word," Peter said as he sat there. He was still unsure that perhaps that he and Vera had let their cheese slip off their cracker but it only made him want to be around them that much more to make sure that they were alright. Leaning forward he rested his cane against the side of his chair and then clasped his hands together.

"So, what all do you need to me do?" he asked, ready to get things under way. He had no idea just what his uncle needed of him right then but if he was going to be there he might as well be of help. Sure he couldn't move like he used to and his pain was pretty much constant, he could still do things. Perhaps he would be a little slower than others lifting this and doing that but he would get the job done.

Streets of Cairo: Walking along side Harry, Aziza smiled a bit as she looked over to him. Worry was still racing through her mind but having him next to her put her at ease some. The streets were alive right then and she hoped that the crowds would keep whoever attacked her either too busy to get close to her or she could blend in enough to not be noticed. The thought made her pull her shawl up and over her head, tucking her hair beneath it. There was the thought though that perhaps since she had spent the night at the barracks instead of home that whoever it had been wouldn't even know where she was.

As they approached their side of town, she felt herself getting a little bit more nervous. Her eyes darting about as they approached a corner and turned down the next road. "Get your things first?" she asked a bit nervously. It was clear she was avoiding going to her home for as long as possible. She knew they would eventually have to do there, she had to get her things and her horse but still, a few more minutes delay couldn't hurt. Right?

The Prison: "Heat is good for the skin, makes you glow," the warden said, smiling broadly towards Josephine, so much in fact it was clear that he had a few morals missing towards the back of his mouth. Leaning forward he kept eying her as he ran his tongue over his dry lips. "Oh but this is very interesting. How did such a swan like creature such as yourself get into your friends room? Must have been quiet the feat," he said, motioning for her to continue as he stood up and poured her a mug of water, slipping it over to her as his eyes drifted down her body hungrily.

At this point it was hard to say who was getting the worse end of the deal. Josephine by being obviously devoured by the wardens eyes or Haakon who was locked in a room that smelt of blood and other things. The interrogator leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, continue. Just who was the other associate that opened the door? Their room? And how did you apprehend him?" he said as he sat there. This were the prison folk, not the police or the help from the King's Army that Abbas had been turned over to at the hotel.

The Museum: Looking over towards Mosi, Ahkmed smiled. "Oh yes, of course. Feel free to sketch and take notes to your hearts desire. Our museum is here to educate and for people to research. All we ask is that you do not touch anything," he said. "There are benches through out the museum you can sit on to sketch if you would like or a stool could be fetched if you would rather," he added as he stood there. A couple came over, speaking in the local language before glancing down at the boy in their company. Nodding he replied to them and held up a finger. "Do excuse me, must help them for a moment," he said in an apologetic voice as the child stood there doing the potty dance; it was a universal language.

"Oh, I would never," Neema said in a serious voice before her lips broke into a smile and she chuckled to herself. Rounding the corner she patted Nora on the arm as they made their way down the hall. Stepping towards Vera's office and peeking in, her brow rose a bit seeing the two people already in there. She had no idea who they were but as far was as far as she was concerned, Lauren was Vera. "Is this the right room?" she asked as she looked over towards Nora.

"Lady Kingston?" Vera's voice came from behind them, she was pushing a small cart with a tea set on it as well as some food. Her eyes were blood shot and slightly puffy and her nose looked like it had been rubbed raw a bit. "Oh do forgive me for not being here when you arrived, I was just down stairs retrieving our..." she started to say as she stopped in front of her door and spotted William with his feet on her desk.

"What are you doing!?!" she snapped, pushing passed the door, leaving the cart where it was and storming over to him. "Have you no respect??! For the museum, for history..." she said as she stopped in her tracks. Looking down at her desk she snatched a frame out from under the papers where his boots were propped. Her hand coming to her lips quickly. It was a picture of her and her uncle at the dig site when King Tut's tomb had been first opened. The glass had sheered right through one part of the picture and scratched up her uncles face. She started to tremble as several heavy tears spilled down her right cheek. "Get out..." she growled through clenched teeth.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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