Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil Yeah, go ahead and add a space after Adams name in you post, it runs together with another word.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Oh I couldn't just tell you that, what fun would that be?? LOL Use skills and resources (character connections, knowledges, etc. Let me know what the idea is and then I can tell you if your character would conclude enough that it would work.) - And in all honesty, OOC, don't really know because of a huge factor - what the dice do to you once you get on the road, LOL

And yes, the letter arrives this round so you are clear there.

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

People thinking that collabing means that each person writes a full out post between handing it over to the next person.

Collabs are supposed to be a a collaborative endeavour, in other words working together, combining more than just a bunch of posts together. I see it all the time, people trying to put as much into their ~reply~ for that portion only to leave the other person having to back track, no chance to realistically respond to an action or what someone says. Hell I would love to see a character actually cut off mid sentence because they were spouting off and the other character said "Aww hell naw!"

Seriously, if your character is rolling their eyes, slamming a door, or asking a question - STOP AT THAT POINT AND HAND IT OVER! Collabs should be free flowing, not blocky! Sometimes you only need a sentence to send back to your collab partner, not 2 paragraphs. Not only do things move quicker to get the over all job done if you give people a chance to realistically reply but it makes for a lot better read.

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

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@rivaan @Pundii @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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October 4th, 1924 - 1:00 P.M. Local Time

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The Prison: Okay, the interrogation is over, at least for now. The Warden is obviously not happy about this and chances are if you think about it, it is rather clear why he isn't. Had this been just a general person of interest he would have abused his power to the max but since Haakon and Josephine were escorted by the British Military he ain't pushing it. Mores the pity, that could have gotten interesting. Either way, you two naughty killer stalkers are free to go for now.

The corporal is within the main gate with the car, practicing as you can see from his last update. He shouldn't be hard for you to find, he is loud enough to be heard probably a moon away, lol. Time to find him and hopefully get on out of there before the warden changes his mind. >.> You will see pretty much the same thing you saw when you entered, well there is one new thing. A blood trail leading into a room that you will have to pass to get to the main courtyard area of the prison. It will vanish beneath a door, on the other side of the door you can hear the weary cries of pain of Abbas.

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Peter Keystone

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Reginald's Office

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The guard awaited an answer and as soon as Reginald gave the okay Peter nodded to the man and instructed him to escort Private Benaszewski to them. The guard gave a nod and left the office, closing the door softly behind him before is footsteps could be heard moving at a quickened pace until they faded away. Peter rubbed his face some as he looked over towards his uncle. "Apologies for the language uncle, it is quite the shock to find out George here is was all," he explained.

Walking over to a chair he sat down slowly, cringing some as he did. Resting his cane between his legs he leaned on it a bit and tried to pick his next words carefully. "I must prepare you for meeting Private Benaszewski. He is...unique.." Peter wasn't sure how to describe George. Tapping his cane on the ground a few times as he thought how to continue. This was not someone you just wanted to spring on other people. Staring at a nothing of a spot on the floor Peter continued.

"It was six months before I disappeared. I remember it as if it was yesterday. The sky was dark, rain was coming but you couldn't smell it in the air for the smell of gunpowder that hung between the earth and the sky. My squadron needed a place to land, we would not make it back to where we had started from. The aerial battle had gone on far longer than we had anticipated. Radio contact was nonexistent between us and the Kings Army. Yet, then there was a crackle. An American's voice came through. With the mans help we were able to set down safely in a field. What happened next I am not sure but there was an explosion off in the forest of the field. We ran to check and there I found Private Benaszewski. He was laying there in the mud and dirt, half of his face looked to be gone. It was the most horrific sight my eyes had ever witnessed," Peter said, his body visibly tensing and shuddering at the memory. It was enough to get the message across without having to go into verbal detail.

Shaking his head he looked back over to his uncle. "I thought the man was dead, he should have been but then he spoke. Just a few words but he spoke. I knew that voice. It was the same that had set us down. We owed him our lives. Quickly as we could muster we did what we could and the squadron working together was able to get us and him to safety. By gods grace, he survived his wounds. I would visit him often before he was finally shipped out for home. We became, close. Closer than most I would suspect in a war between a Sniper and an Airman. Other's on the ground had brothers in arms. We didn't, not until that fateful day."

Pushing up on his cane, Peter rose and paced the room slowly as he continued. "Do brace yourself for when you meet Private Benaszewski. Some say that death is the worst outcome of war for a soldier. It isn't. Living disfigured the way George is... that has to be the greatest hell one can imagine. Even for me, at least my scars are covered by clothing and the rest are in my mind. For him, he wears them for the world to see, both his physical and mental wounds. Yet for all that, I do believe there isn't a more courageous man walking this earth. Perhaps it is because of his wounds that he is. War changes us all..."

Peter's head snapped to the side as he heard a knock at the door. "Enter," he said without thinking. It was his uncles place to grant entrance into his personal office but Peter obviously had his mind on other things. Seeing an old friend once again was one of them. The doors knob turned slowly and it pushed open.

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Vera Munn

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Location: Egyptian Museum: Her Office

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Akhmed could only give a slight chuckle at Mosi's words. "If he has a problem with you being a woman, I am more than certain he will have a larger problem with his aunt. I do not believe he wishes to cross that particular bridge. Let me send a messenger and I will see what I can arrange," he said before excusing himself. Telling Mosi that he would be at the front reception desk on the main floor as he awaits a reply should she need anything else. With that he was off, one a mission to go above and beyond duty.

As he made his way to the main floor he caught a glimpse of Mr. Drake heading towards the stair case to the archives beneath the museum. Normally seeing an American trying to gain access to such things would have raised a red flag in him but he knew that the man worked with Lady Munn. It was almost a relief to see Mr. Drake going down there instead of Lady Munn, he was less worried about something being destroyed if he was down there. A quick nod towards Mr. Drake as he continued on his way. To the front of the museum and the reception desk. He made a quick note, hailed a messenger and sent him on his way.

Now that that was done, he waited. He could have done other things but he said he would stay there. Granted there were things to do there as well. People were coming in and seeing about the advertisement for the position opening. He could answer starter questions and direct them to where they needed to go. It was something to keep him busy until he heard word back.

Vera listened to Nora with curiosity. Some of the things she said made a bit of sense while others seemed wildly from out in left field. Perking her brow a bit she looked over towards Neema who was sitting there nodding and giving the occasional affirmation to Nora's words. "Do you think you could repeat what your recitation from earlier or even write it down for me to examine?" she asked as she sat there with her tea up poised half way between the saucer and her lips. She had many more questions to ask but this one seemed the most logical at this time. If anything, if she could, perhaps it would be proof that Nora hadn't cracked under stress. She doubted it, the woman seemed as ground as she herself was, yet it was still a possibility, one she hated to entertain.

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Aziza Tarek

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Location: Gheit el Idda: Sgt. Walsh's Apartment

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Aziza sat there as she waited for Harry to pack, contemplating everything that had transpired before the morning and since then. Her mind going back to his kiss from time to time. A thought she wanted to linger on but forcing it away. It was not the time nor the place to do such things. Yet being there, with him, alone, it was hard to do. What awaited them on this expedition? She had never once even contemplated the idea of going on such a trek into the desert that was Egypt. Not wanting to venture out into the wilderness. Yet, perhaps now the unknown and the sands were a far safer place to be than Cairo, especially after the attack. It still gnawed at the pit of her stomach when she thought about it.

Once Harry was finished, Aziza stood and returned the smile he gave her. Hers was more relaxed than his but there was concern in her eyes. Stepping over to him she slipped her arm through his. "Then by all means, we can go now. Do we need to pick up... Roach from a stable?" she asked, wondering about the mans horse. Looking around the apartment she doubted such a place would have private stables for the residents as hers did but she could easily be wrong. Maybe if he did keep the stallion in a stable it was close by. Her apartment was not far off but a horse ride would certainly be quicker even carrying two for a short distance.

Reaching over she opened the door and glanced back to Harry, keeping her arm laced with his. Letting him lead the way until they retrieved Roach. The thought of riding was pleasing to her, even if it could perhaps draw more attention to them than she would have liked. The thought of having to ride with him cause color to rise in her cheeks but she pulled her scarf back over her head in hopes of masking the thoughts that were betraying her.

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George Benaszewski

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Front Gate -> Reginald's Office

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At the gates of the Qasr El Nil Barracks, George stood there quietly. He could feel the eyes of the guards boring into him, it was a common feeling these days, a feeling a he had become all to accustomed to since the day everything he changed. Yet he did not react to them, or to the numerous gasps when people passed him and finally took notice of the shadow of a man that stood there. His eye would dart to them at the shocking sound that left their mouths before looking away swiftly, yet the steel painted eye on his mask remained ever looking at nothing even as he shifted an lowered his head. Pulling his page boy cap down a bit more, the right side of his lips curling slightly as he swallowed from time to time and shifted from one foot to another.

The guard that had left finally returned. "Yes, you may enter but you must leave behind any weapons," he instructed as he opened the gate far enough for the man to enter.

"Yes... mmm... of course," he said, the gravel of his voice coming through as he stepped forward and started to slowly remove the weapons he had on hand. Pulling out his pocket knife first he handed it over. "Pocket knife." Opening his jacket a bit more he reached in and removed a gun. "Smith & Wesson M1917." Handing it over he reached into the other side of his jacket and pulled out another gun. "Mauser 1914, very small, mmm." The guard took each weapon and eyed the man, wondering why the two guns. Then George reached behind him, underneath his coat and produced a third. "Smith & Wesson Triple Lock."

"Right...." the guard said as he took the third. "Anymore?" he asked curious to just how many arms the man had on him. He had produced a total of four weapons from his person so far.

"No more. Carried light today," George said as he shook his head some. The guard wrote down some notes on a card and handed it over to George, who took it and placed it slowly into his front vest pocket. "Thank you."

"You may pick up your items when you leave," the guard stated before he motioned for George to follow him. Leading him through the barracks, the court yard, and so forth towards the Lord Majors office. George walked behind him, his strides slow but long to keep up with the guard who seemed to be moving at a quickened paced. It was how most lead him, wanting to be away from him as quickly as possible. He kept his face up though, he was far more used to being around soldiers than civilians, even if the soldiers he was around these days were anything but ones that followed a flag. Yet even then he still carried himself as if he was disconnected from the world around him, as if he was a monster. To some he was, to himself, he wondered if he was what they believed him to be.

As they reached the door the guard left him there, knocking for him and awaiting an answer before he left. Richard grunted a nod as he left before placing his hand on the knob. Turning it he pushed the door open slowly and began to step in. He spotted Peter first and there was the tiniest amount of a smile tugging on his lip that cause them to curl up and reveal his teeth. "Peter," he said in greeting before looking away and shutting the door. It wasn't until it was closed that he noticed Reginald standing there. "Hello." His head lowered a bit, both out of greeting and out of shyness to meet someone new in such an intimate setting. This was why he avoided cabs, to avoid being the only real thing for people to gawk over. He waited to see how the older man standing there would react before he did anything else.

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

@The Grey Dust @Dragoknighte @rivaan @Sigil

One more thing - you can declare actions two ways. Either declare in IC and wait for your results during my next update or just pm me your action and I will pm your result right then and you can post it all in IC when you post. (Probably going to be easier and faster if you just pm me lol)

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

@The Grey Dust @Dragoknighte @rivaan @Sigil

Okay, Cyneberg is now a big black bear. So let's put the green C in bold! Because damn, that's a bear. Up next in rotation is the Top Left Center Armor, now denoted as A1. (I went ahead and added numbers by the A's to make things a little bit simpler to refer to.)

What happens? A1 is moving down and closer to Sana, dragging a war hammer next to it as it approaches. It hasn't quite reached her yet but is more than half way there. For ease of reference consider each square as 15x15 (feet). PC's can roughly move 2 squares a round, max and that is moving quickly. Regular pace will be 1 if they wish to carry out a simple action, no moving if it is a complex action. If not sure, ask.

Okay, Sigil you are up - here is the updated layout

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Morose Oh shit girl, you post like me. You got this.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Me every time I see Christmas decorations being sold before November. LOL

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 22nd, 1823

Annan, Scotland

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Calum eyed her for a Maeve for a moment as she refused his hand. She said it didn't bother her but the way she wouldn't look at him made him think otherwise. Sighing a bit he began to climb into the carriage. He had made it about half way up the steps before his show slipped and he face planted into the floor of the carriage with his body splayed out down the stairs and feet dragging the ground. This brought a roar of laughter from Rory and a "Oh fuddle..." from the Parson/Priest.

"You foozler, thought you have finally out grown that double left footedness of yers," Rory exclaimed between the guffaws. Slowly righting himself Calum shot Rory a look.

"Oh put a cork in it you meater," Calum snipped back before finally climbing into the carriage and shutting the door. Two hard thumps later to the roof by Calum and they were off. Sitting there, Calum brushed the knees of his trousers off. He decided it was probably best to keep quiet for the rest of the ride. Thankfully it wasn't long before they were pulling into Annan proper and down the streets. The area was far nicer and more civil than the port had been but that was too be expected. Most cities were like that. The docks were never a kind place. Not that the cities were any better but they at least pretended to be so.

As the carriage pulled to a stop Calum looked over to Maeve. "Mad at me or not, you do need to act like everything is fine. That means accepting my hand when I offer it or you risk Lady Kirkpatrick not wanting you to be looking after her house," he said before the door of the carriage opened. Letting out a breath he slipped out of the carriage and gave a sideways glance towards Rory before holding it hand out to Maeve.

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England

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Case Name: Death of a Garden
Location: Crypt Manor (London)
Time: An hour or two
Reason: Same as before
Group: The Crypts - Side note for Mosi

My Hider

Okay, you put your left hand in you take your left hand out, you put your left hand in and you shake it all about. You to the hokey... oh fuck it. LOL You know the drill. Can't remember if Virginia had plans today or not, so if she did, it might be getting around that time, if not no worries. There will be an obituary in the papers for Mosi, stating that the funeral will be this evening at Mosi's family's home. (Riv, Morose, don't know how you two want to handle this but here is an article on it - angelpig.net/victorian/mourning.html - might give you some ideas. Pm me if you want to work in the funeral to the Rp or not) - 7 days

The Strand: "No, no madam, I be fine, just feelin' a bit amoke. Sure I be right as rain as long as I don't be tryin' to sleep for a bit," Sarah Ann said in a not too convincing voice. "Don't want to be keepin' ya from anything miss." That sentence though came through with utter honesty. Sarah didn't want to put Francis out by asking her to sit with her. Right then she wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to sit with her or if she just wanted to be alone. Neither of the options really seemed like good ones in her mind.

Sighing she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stared at the ground a bit. "Least be tellin' me that body be done gone, don'ts wants to be thinking abouts lookin' out the window and seein' it still layin' there, she said before shivering slightly and wrapping her arms around herself. Sure, some of the girls snickered at her but she had to wonder just how well any one of them would have taken a body rolling down the hill at them so while she felt at her nerves end she wasn't too hard on herself for having a nightmare about the entire situation.

Over at Nuetermyre's Michael nodded a bit towards Thalken. "You and me both lad, this is not the man I want tending to me corpse," he said as they hauled the body inside. Walking down the hallway Michael took the lead and headed towards a room in the back. The door was unmarked but swung open readily enough. The room itself looked like what one would call an operating room in the day. The walls were lined with shelves that held various odd looking items and there were several tables of wood in the center of the room, all stained with old blood that just couldn't be scrubbed off enough. Looking at the state of the room, one had to wonder if it was ever cleaned considering the amount of dust on most things. The only clean areas seemed to be areas on glass jars that had been touched and picked up and only the place where the hand had grabbed it was clean of the filth.

Sighing Michael hefted the body onto one of the tables and groaned a bit as a thick puff of dust billowed up and caught in the light coming in from the windows. "Half tempted to just leave this body here and see if it attacks him," he muttered under his breath. Not that he would have actually done such a thing but considering how Nuetermyre acted half the time, or more likely all the time, it would serve him right to be drained by a new born Soulless. Yet Michael knew even if they did leave, it hadn't been enough time to turn. Mores the pity. Wiping his hands off on his apron, he then pulled out a handkerchief and held it out for Thalken. "Probably the cleanest thing to touch in this place, I wouldn't even trust the water," he said glancing towards the pitcher and basin, which was in just as horrid condition as everything else in the place.

Regent's Park: Sister Sophia was not sure what Vlad was going on about with the bottles but if the crazed man had an idea she was not about to stand in his way. Thing was there were none in this tent. Things were brought to the Grand Duchess, they didn't just lay about. The only bottles she had were filled with perfumes and oils. Small decorative. Not of use for much anything else.

Adam stayed close to Mary and his eyes widened as she handed over her pole arm. He took it and nodded, trying to stay out of the way but his eyes remained trained on Veta, who was a blue lipped as ever and not moving as of yet. His head tilted to one side and the other. "She's cold, so cold," he said absentmindedly.

Sister Sophia looked over Mary for a moment before eying the child. She nearly snapped at him for being so daft as to state the obvious but then Adam spoke again. "Won't get warm in wet clothes, it clings to her. Keeps her chilled," he added. The Russian nun wanted to slap herself for not thinking that herself. It was such an obvious thing. They had been so quick to try other things they had forgotten the basics. Ones people of Russia knew well for all the cold and winters they had to survive. Cold, water, and clothing did not mix.

"Here, help me... Sister..?" Sister Sophia said as she grabbed Elizaveta's dressing gown and knelt next to the grand duchess. "Turn around boy, this is not for your eyes. Keep others out," she instructed, not even looking as she took Elizaveta by the shoulders and slowly and carefully pulled her forward. Adam didn't question, just stepping over to the tent's door and standing in the middle of it with the pole arm. Not like he could wield it, he could barely hold but damn it if he wouldn't tell anyone that came that they shall not pass!

Westminster Hospital: Dr. Graham sighed. "I know not of the routes to take to get there. Roads are never an easy travel and I myself have not been outside of the city in some time." He sounded slightly defeated. He would have enjoyed being able to give the men routes that they could have taken that would have allowed them to move with haste but he just had none. "Perhaps some in your regiment would know? Military and all I would think you all would know the roads better than us gentile folk," the doctor added before looking back at the map on the wall.

Reaching up his fingers ran over it. "Though, knowing what I do of Rutherford, which I wish I knew nothing at all of the man. He has a residence in Nottingham. A place for relaxation to get away he says but I doubt as much. If he is traveling to Gretna Green, chances are he will side off there to change horses and such. That might buy you some time but other than that I know of nothing besides his home at Kirk Andrews near the border."

The doctor did not know what else to tell them other than the following. "If you are going to make chase, I suggest you do it quickly."

"Dr. Graham!!" the nurse bellowed as she stood in the doorway of Mrs. Wyndham's room.

"Yes, yes..." he said before bidding the two good luck and asking them to contact them if they learned or needed anything. With that he was down the hallway to deal with a bellowing Mrs. Wyndham who was demanding attention for her suffering and pain, of which he had no doubt about. He was sure the woman was in pain but he couldn't help but feel that much of it was brought on by her own yelling and attitude.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Working on the update now, sorry for the delay. Was going to do it yesterday after Morose posted but I got hit by ~zero fucks given~ LOL On it now though.