Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Yeah, that sob has the most boring rolls, LOL. He is officially the new Cabbage.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Quick note - Riv has permission to edit via pm.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose @Rivaan @Sigil @FantasyChic @Caits @Nallore @ONL

Remember, if you are not on a case or on direct contact with the last update, the ic instructs you to pm me BEFORE you post.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil I believe you have Virginias - if not, pm Morose. I can pm you the other.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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World Narrative

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It is about lunch time for most of Newnan currently, so those that are not on cases or anything might want to grab a meal or something if they do not have anything else going on. Those not directly in cases or specifically involved in the rest of the update - pm me for rolls to see if your character hears or sees anything else that others are not.

Case Name: Trip to North Newnan
Lead Reason: Getting embalming supplies
Secondary Reason: Maybe a casket
Recruiting: Nope
Time: 1-2 hours, depends (Will probably be 1-3 cases to complete.)
Group: Chloe, Ravi, Niesha, Riley

Hider

Okay, you are leaving the walls of Newnan to go just north to the Funeral Home. Ravi will know what needs to be looked for to embalm Miss Sally. You are to make your way there and back. PM me for rolls once you get inside of the Funeral home and descriptions. You also might want to see about caskets because you will need something to put the body in. Most of the time in Newnan they aren't even put in a wooden one, just straight into the earth. Considering that there will be an actual funeral for Miss Sally, a casket might be a good thing. Plus, if you get one of those carts from the funeral home you can probably put the chemicals in the casket and wheel it back. Who knows.

Counter for this is 7 days from today. Good luck girls.

Case Name: Date Run
Lead Reason: Get Ash's Head Cleared
Secondary Reason: General Run
Recruiting: Depends if they run into anyone
Time: Rest of the Day most likely, could be longer - depends (Will most likely be 3-5 cases to complete)
Group: Ash, Thana

Hider

Get your gear and shit together and head out. You are heading outside of the walls to a location to be revealed in the post. Main goal is to get Ash thinking straight. If you are able to bring anything back, great. If you are able to get back alive, that's what matters in the long game. You have 7 days to start.

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Gavin, Ryan, & Lola

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Location: The Meeting

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Ryan nodded a bit in Beatrice's direction. "Yeah, anything beyond breathing I think is above my pay grade," he said with a bit of a smirk on his lips. A fucking tank was above most everyone's pay grade these days, that is if they were getting paid. He couldn't take out a tank but hell the women were close enough now that if they tried anything he could probably take them out. Granted he wasn't an ace shot like some and could end up hitting James as well. This was a shit situation all around.

Lola laughed brightly. This man was a nuts as she was. "Well shit mate. That sounds like right proper things to know. Will make note of it. Any suggestions on where I can get some lip stick?" she asked with a sly grin but then went oddly quiet. It wasn't something she did often but she knew how important this was to Thalia so she kept her trap shut as best she could while they spoke. Quiet for her though meant dancing around a bit and singing to herself. It was the best anyone could hope for.

Ryan listened and groaned a bit. That was one hell of a lot to dump on anyone right then. Gavin was keeping a close eye on the group. So much in fact he didn't notice a body beneath him. It wasn't any typical body. A walker was melting beneath the tree and had worked itself free. Gavin didn't hear it. Melting snow wasn't making a lot of noise right then and even Gavin could hear Lola clear as day from where he was. She was pretty much drowning everything out right then.

Slowly it came out from under the tree and because Gavin was looking through his scope and keeping things fixed between Lola and Thalia, he couldn't see what was happening below him. The Walker rambled out of the snow bank and towards the group slowly. Most walkers tended to start all looking the same after a bit of time but this one stood out. Blonde hair, in braids, leather bodice, a shield on her back. Seemed that one former member of Newnan was coming to say a final hello. Ryan didn't notice it at first but when he did he hardly could believe what he had seen. He hadn't exactly known a certain Viking woman when she left Newnan injured to go die in her own way but he had heard of her and seen the tribute that Tatiana had built for her and the rest.

"James.... turn around...." he said as he slowly stepped out from behind the door of the truck and started to take aim. Astrid was behind James, a good thirty feet still and she was moving slowly. He still wasn't sure of his shot, so he didn't take it yet.

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location: The Newnan's House (Building F)

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Right then it seemed that Tatiana was inconsolable. She was weeping freely as the call came in to Ray asking if someone could take a minute with Amelia. Normally Tatiana would have pulled herself together and done her duty but there were extenuating circumstances. So much loss, and while there was nothing that could change it Miss Sally passing away seemed to be the straw that broke the small ballerina's back right then. She couldn't even answer when Ray asked if they would like a moment alone. But her actions were probably speaking louder than anything right then, it was more than clear she was in no condition right then to speak to anyone and it was probably best if her and Jack had some time alone.

Even if her crying wasn't enough to get the point across. The fact that in a single moment she ended up pushing away from Jack and bounding down the hallway probably was. One could hear the door slamming shut behind her and shortly after that the sound of the towns moral officer losing whatever she had eaten in the last twenty-four hours into the bathroom throne. Seemed the combination of stress, loss, and being pregnant had all finally come together in a perfect storm and triggered what most would have called morning sickness. Sure that was the name for it but it could hit at anytime and even though it was lunch time, it was hitting her right then. Probably better now than earlier or even later. At least right then she was home.

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

@rivaan Sat is up

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @FantasyChic @Scallop @Nallore

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La Hacienda: Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico: Natasha watched Cecily for a moment as she lit her candle. Then her eyes roamed about the rest of the room. Seemed some people were ducking out already to other parts of the house. Looking over to Thalia she smiled a bit. "Thanks, I'm going to step out for some fresh air. Excuse me," she said before following to where Maria had gone. The kid had looked a little ill when she had shown up and while she wasn't a pediatrician and probably needed to avoid getting sick at all costs, seeing a sick kid didn't sit well with her.

Ever the doctor she stepped outside and wandered the garden until she spotted Maria sitting there rubbing Liam's back as he kept rocking back and forth on his knees trying to crawl. "Strong kid," Natasha said to announce her presence.

"Like his mother," Maria said without looking over to Natasha. She wasn't telling her to go away so Natasha approached slowly and sat down on a bench near Liam and Maria. Maria looked over to Natasha and straightened herself up a bit. "So how did you meet Caesar?" she asked rather bluntly.

That was a question she hadn't expected and one she really didn't want to answer but she did anyways. Natasha was blunt when it came to most things. Better to be blunt than to sugar coat things and people misreading what was said. "I had to do the autopsy on Miss Dunn and your daughter..." she admitted. Maria's lips narrowed a bit as she looked back down at Liam but she said nothing. It answered her question well enough, for now.



Diamond District: "Sounds good to me," Zoie said as she fluffed her own hair a bit before opening the door and heading down the hallway. "Let's go get our do done then shall we?" she giggled. As much as Zoie knew they were going to have to get serious that evening to get a job done, Zoie was enjoying herself right then. It had been forever since she had been able to do something like this. Just hang out with someone, get the full treatment. It was nice. Granted she would have rather spent her entire day out on the ranch, riding horses and swimming in the pond by her house but that wasn't going to happen. At least not today. Maybe another day, when things were calmer.

As they came out to the main area Wayne clapped his hands. "Oh yes, I get you! Yes, you," he said pointing to Mali. "I know all about her. Don't want to swap stories of decades ago. So you come with me, sit. Please, tell me what the Goddess Mali wishes my magical hands to do today? Any idea? Color, shape? What will you be doing this evening?" Zoie gave Mali a bit of a look as if to say "Good luck" as she was ushered to the seat next to Waynes station by a woman about her own age who was much quieter than Wayne was. Granted a nuclear bomb seemed to make less noise than that man did.

Police Department: Station 54: "Oh trust me I will. It's Lawson's case," he said to Riley as his phone rang. He ignored it at first, keeping his attention on Riley. "It should have been open and close. Shit was on TV. Recorded. Seems cut and dry but no. Some fucker from the FBI reopened the case which in turn made the chief reopen it and slap it on my desk. FBI agent by the name of..." he said before reaching into his desk and pulling out the file, double checking. "Tinder. Special Agent Marc Fucking Tinder, whoever the fuck that is."

The phone kept ringing. "Beer sounds good. Hopefully I can look into this and we can sneak the fuck out of here," he added but the phone kept going. Seemed it wasn't going to stop. Groaning he finally picked up the phone. "Station 54, Gregory speaking, what do you want?"

FBI Headquarters Justice: Marc sighed a bit as he rubbed his face. "Shot to the chest was the official cause of death. There were more bullet wounds but that was the one that took Lawson out. The tape is still around, it is in evidence. From what was gathered by those that reported to the scene it matched up with what was televised. Though I don't think that was all of it. The arms dealer was known to keep his areas fully recorded so he could ensure that others were not stealing from him. Yet when searched nothing remained. I believe they were taken for some reason and they show what went down before the two were gunning each other down in board daylight."

Shaking his head he picked up a picture that was on his desk, tapping his finger on it a few times before turning it around and showing it to Priya. It was a picture of Marc and Lawson in some desert. Both were in full military packs, weapons, looked like they had just been through hell but Lawson was still smiling. "This was after am ambush. We didn't think we were going to make it out but we managed to. Lawson never let it get him down. Smiling ear to ear right then even though we had just come out of hell."

Justice Asylum: "Hell if I know. All I know is they were trying to send someone if they could get in contact with her. They said it could be a couple of hours," Nurse Cratty said. "Or in no time, or never," she added as she watched Jaina. "Said the woman was newly transferred so she didn't have other assignments to deal with as of yet. If they could find her they would send her over."

"As far as that goes doc, you would need to put in the request. Most doctors don't like sharing that type of file with nurses. I could get it but I assure you, you'll have an easy time and it will be faster. Anyways, I have rounds. Orderly is outside the door if you need him," she added before walking out of the door and closing it behind her. She obviously had no intention of staying around any longer. She had helped the new doctor out, had her a half assed "body guard" at the door for her, had done what she could to get them a translator. Now it was time to see to the other patients.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 23rd, 1823

*Remember your skills peeps, ^_~

The Glimmeric: The place was nearly a ghost town in comparison to how it normally was by this time of the evening. Sure there were a few but it was far from what was needed. Yet there was one there that normally was not. Michael came into the establishment slowly, glancing around as he did. He was not one to ever frequent the place at night. He would come by during the day from time to time but that was only ever to speak with them or to make a delivery if the girls were not strong enough to carry in what was needed.

This time he carried a very large thick piece of cloth that seemed to be bound around something that was smoking slightly. It smelt heavenly. "As promised," he said with a warm smile as he walked over towards the bar and gently set down the wrapped package. Undoing the twine he unwrapped it and within held a full side of beef. It looked as if he had been cooking all day and then some. Falling apart on the bone with plenty of fixin's. "I had an order canceled. Twas already paid for. I cannot eat this and why let it go to waste?" He was kind in his words and truthful. He had promised them meat this day but nothing like this. Yet an order had been canceled as one of his customers were fleeing the city. Many were. "Please, enjoy it."

Stage Coach Route Towards Manchester: "Manchester? Good choice. Roads be clearest that route. If ye be riding hard enough, you may reach Stafford by dawn," the man said. "Be it three stops between here and Stafford. Deventry, Rugby, then Tamworth," he explained as he motioned to a different carriage. "This be the one you need to be taking. Yet if you are going for a more relaxed travel, the one you came in may hold out for the journey. It just be depending on how much of a hurry ya be in m'lord."

It would be up to them if they wished to stay in their current carriage or change over to another. Their things could be moved quickly and payment was as it should be. This was good news. Lady Luck seemed to be in their favor. If they could reach Stafford by dawn it would mean they had made up on lost time. Was there a chance they could actually reach Manchester before Lord Rutherford? If so, it would mean they could cut the vile man off before he reached Gretna Green. If not, could they catch him? Even if they did, would Millicent agree not to marry the man? So many questions and so little time.

A Funeral: The fire continued to burn for a few moments longer. Strong and white. A sudden gush of wind picked up and the fire was blown out. Not to any side as one might think but straight down. It was nearly instantaneous and once the smoke cleared the embers were cold and no heat remained. In fact a layer of frost remained even though the ambient air was far above a degree which would cause that. More than that the ashes of the funeral pyre seemed to be divided, into multiple different areas. Or perhaps it was more than that? It nearly seemed as if arrows were stamped into the ashes that remained. One pointed towards the north west, what lay in that direction? And another towards west and just slightly south. Each line in the ash had a length. The first was of decent length. The second actually left the pyre and continued out to the garden wall and perhaps would have gone beyond even that. From the pyre came out parchment and landed at Virginia's feet. Burned but not ash. Yet there was nothing written on the paper, at least not to the naked eye. Perhaps it was time to see more than what people would have her see.

Russian Imperial Tent City: Sister Lazarus let out a grunt as her eyes finally fell on Sister Mary. "I will not even bother asking to why you are in such surroundings." Her voice was terse and short as she spoke, her eyes darting around to those there. "Oh course everything is not fine. I am out of my library, away from the dusting and filing. Such questions." Shaking her head a bit she pulled out from her robes a letter which had been delivered to the abbey and handed it over to her. "From Lady Crypts estate." Handing it over she pulled out another from the other side of her robes. "And one from the Graveolase." Neither of them had the seals broken, they were as they were when they had been delivered. "I was going to wait until you returned to give you the one from the Crypts yet when this one arrived, I felt it was of the utmost importance to deliver it post haste. Sister Alma volunteered to bring it but I did not want her to..." Sister Lazarus began to say but the look on her features as she went silent told everything. Sister Alma wasn't the most dependable when it came to things. With her penchant of forgetting she probably would have ended up at the Strand wondering why she was out of the abbey.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Russian Imperial Tent City: Her Tent

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The Grand Duchess lay there and smiled slightly as Myska curled closer around her, helping her to sit up slightly in her bed. Adam slipped back some and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hel...hello," the boy said nervously and returned the smile. "I... I was worried..." he said nervously. Elizaveta shook her head and reached out to the small one, resting her hand over his and giving it a slight squeeze.

"Hov caring of you. You needn't vorry so. You are young. Let older more stern faces vorry." Sister Sophia looked over towards Veta and shot her a look which made the future Czarina chuckle. "See, she has face for vorry." This little joke seemed to irk the Sister but it made Adam laugh a bit even if quietly.

As Vlad entered Sister Sophia washed her hands of the situation and felt it was best if she were to slip out with the others and have a moment to breath. Veta was not about tell her to stay. While she respected her tutor, they had never seen eye to eye and she was far more happy to have Vlad with her instead. "And I am glad to see you. Vas frightening situation but I believe I am to be fine. Vhile vorn and tired, I have felt far vorse from other things. In this care hov could I not be as right as rain. Vorry not about brunch, ve can have dinner. I feel as I have not eaten since the last moon."

Outside of the tent Sister Sophia let out a relieved sigh and silently thanked God for returning Elizaveta to them. The girl seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons but even though it vexed her she was glad of it right then. It meant she was feeling more like herself. It was a good sign and they could use those right then. Spotting Constantin walking towards the tent she looked over to him. "She is awake. Go, see her. Careful, her wit was not lost in her sleep," the sister said before excusing herself to go to her private tent for a short moment of reflection that she felt she was needed.

Sally Kirkpatrick

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Location: Tavern: Annan, Scotland

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Lady Kirkpatrick stepped through the door and out onto the sidewalk. Waiting she rested her cane tip on the ground and held her arm out for Maeve to take it once she was out of the dress shop. "Come now, help an old woman across the street to the tavern. Wouldn't want anyone to believe I am fully capable of walking on me own," she said as she shot Rory a look. He was half way down the carriage to get the door for her but stopped in his tracks. It was obvious she was not going to be using the carriage right then. Grimacing slightly he crawled back to his stoop at the top of the carriage and sat back down. He knew better by now than to press it.

"Has Father Fuddle run off?" she asked towards Rory.

"No m'lady. He be in the tavern trying to make sure that the meal is to your liking," Rory stuttered as he tried not to laugh. He loved how Lady Kirkpatrick referred to the man as Father Fuddle. Not to mention him trying to make sure that food was up to snuff was just hilarious to him. "If there be a kitchen left when ye arrive I will eat me boot."

Shaking her head she groaned a bit, she wanted to wack the man upside the head but it was too much effort right then. Seemed Rory knew it as he sat proudly. "Wipe that look from yer face or I will have my girl wack you with me cane for me," she warned and the smug look on his features melted away. With that she humphed and started across the street and towards the tavern. "Maybe a cane for you would do. I am far to old to chase these down anymore. You are quick enough. Tell me, how well can you handle a shillelagh?" she asked Maeve as she entered the tavern. The doorman opening it for them.

Inside all seemed calm until Callum came out of back of the tavern, running and being hit with a rag by the cook. "Stay out of me kitchen before I boil ya! Facking clumsy oaf! ya about burned me place down. Out wit' ya!"

🦄 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 - 2:30 P.M. Local Time

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Peter & George

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Reginald's Office

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Chuckling slightly, Peter shook his head. "God willing, I will be turning in my bachelorhood to Lady Munn," Peter said and the single brow that was visible on Georges face rose.

"Mmmm, the one you spoke of often? Vera?" he asked as he sat there, palming the saucer of his tea on one hand as he held the cup in another. Peter nodded in confirmation. "After all this time...mmm, Lucky man I would say if she is half the woman you spoke of."

"My words could never do her justice, could they uncle?" Peter sat up in his chair and slowly set his cup of tea down. "And as much as I would love to try the local cuisine. I do have a task at hand. I still wish to check in on Vera at the museum considering the happenings of this morning. I do worry. Once she is attended to, then perhaps I shall."

George turned his head slightly. "mmm, not sure. Will depend," he said answering the Lord Majors question.

"Well why don't you be a right good man and come with me for now to the museum? I would adore to introduce you to Vera and uncle does have work to do." George looked over towards Peter and let out a breath. It took a moment but he nodded and rose from his place, extending his thanks and his hand to Reginald. Peter followed suit and gave his uncle a hug. "I will return later today, but for now, on to the museum." With that both men excused themselves, leaving the office and making their way to Peter's room in the officers area so he could retrieve a his hat.

A knock came to the doors of Josephine and Haakon. A guard at each waiting to escort them down to the Lord Majors office. "This way if you will," they instructed and waited to be joined by the two before leading them down to the Lord Majors Office. George was not sure he was wanting to be out and about to meet someone else today but probably it was a good thing that the two of them were already in Peter's room before Josephine and Haakon had arrived. Another knock, this time at the Lord Majors door and they had arrived. "Lord Major, Miss Clark and Mr. Elvsgaard to see you sir," the guard said as he opened the door.

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Vera Munn

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Location: Egyptian Museum: Her Office

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Neema looked over towards Nora and gave half a nod. It was a possibility but she had known the curator for probably more years than these girls had been alive. He had always been meticulous about keeping the museum in order, even before he became the curator. Details were everything to him. From what Neema could see of Lady Munn, she didn't think she would have misplaced them. Though it was still a chance. "Perhaps she will let us check the archives," Neema said as she glanced over in the general direction to where Vera had stormed off too. She wanted to find out but she wasn't about to go over there and interject. Hopefully the woman would be back shortly so they could ask. Seemed that her new acquaintance Lauren had the same idea. Just wait right there for Lady Munn.

Vera's lips curled into a veritable snarl as William spoke. "How dare you presume to tell me how to live my life. What I do and for what reason I do that is none of your concern. Who are you to dictate to me how to live? You know nothing about me. All you seem to know is that you take joy in causing me pain. Telling me to tell Peter how I feel? I have been nothing but open and honest with him. How about you? Can you say the same? Stand there and tell me what to do? Have you ever felt anything real in your life? Beyond the joy you get from carving another notch in your bed post! Love? Ha! Who have you ever loved in this life but yourself?" she spat.

The woman didn't wait for an answer. It was all rhetorical to her. Turning on her heel she stormed off, nearly toppling over a stack of books waiting to be put back in place as she did but her anger would not allow her to slow down even though she was tripping as she went. Her chest hurt desperately right then, each step she took it hurt more. She had allowed herself to get flustered once again by the man. Why would he even say such things to her? She could not fathom it. It reminded her of the boys when she was younger, pulling on her curls. They only ever did that to see her flustered. Didn't they?

Stepping back over to the trio of women examining the tiles, she took a deep breath. Her eyes were misty and her voice had carried freely through the stacks of books even in such a large room. Clearing her throat she tried to act as if everything was fine as she plastered on a brave face and tried to get back to business. "Have you been able to determine anything in my absence?" she asked in a shaky voice.

The curator nodded curtly and rose form his desk. "I see, then let us give you a trial run shall we? There will be a ninety day probation period. We will see how you do between now and then, then there will be a review period. If everything goes well, then you will have the job on a permanent assignment. Pay during the probationary period is as it would be normally. The American Hospital is where you go should you need medical assistance. You will have a desk in the archives library with Lady Munn. I guess I should take you over there at this time to introduce you," he said as he adjusted his coat and motioned for the door. "This way if you would."

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Aziza Tarek

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Location: Streets of Cairo -> Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables

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Aziza looked over towards Harry and couldn't help but smile to herself, her cheeks warming slightly. He didn't want anything more to do with this than she did it seemed but he was willing to go along with it for her. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, some one willing to be there for her despite his own personal feelings on the situation. Had he been her her husband he would have told her to shut up, or even worse, silenced her with a swift backhand to her cheek to let her know it didn't matter what she wanted he would do as he pleased. Yet Harry wasn't her ex husband, and she was forever thankful for that.

"I have no doubt that as long as you are near me I am safe," she said in a confident voice. She had no doubt in her mind that whatever happened, whatever or whomever came for her, he would protect her. It was odd feeling safe with a man next to her. To feel protected the way she did with him. She wasn't complaining, it was just something she was not used to but something she hoped wouldn't end anytime soon.

Looking back forward she continued to move through the crowd on her stallion, keeping next to Sgt. Walsh as much as she could, only dropping back when the streets were too crowded or too narrow. She found herself enjoying the short trip back to the barracks but as safe as she felt with Harry next to her she was still glad to return to the military installation. Not only for herself, but for him. When they were within the walls she knew he was safe as well and not having to put himself out there. "Yes, over there you can house them," one of the military personal explained as they were let back into the barracks, pointing out the stables. Aziza thanked the man as the gate closed behind them and she nudged Drahl ahead. Seemed this was her home, for now.

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

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Newhope

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Luck be a Lady tonight, Luck be a Lady tonight.... Luck isn't with Fitz on this evening. Seemed that the little ruffians that had followed him into the toy store were back. Whether this was just coincidence or this was their normal evening hang out was anyone's guess but they had already managed to pick the pockets of half a dozen people in the place so far without being noticed. Then one of them spotted Fitz and grinned, his probably never have been brushed teeth showing as he did. Oh he could still win the bet after all. Moving through the growing crowds he kept his eyes on Fitz as another of the ingrates started coming up behind him. It was a classic set up. One behind to trip, another coming towards the mark to bump into. With all the jostling, it would be easy to get his pocket and pretty much anything else he had on him. Or so they hoped.

Back at the docks, Atticus couldn't wait for the shit show to get under way. "Gods Speed people! Let's have some fun!" the Preacher said as he went ahead and started making his way off the docks and towards the town proper. He was ready to stretch his legs planet side, have a drink, take care of some of his vices and spend the rest of the evening confessing to himself. Which actually was a lot more like bragging. Either way, he was determined to have some fun. "Come on Sisters! Keep up or I am giving you nun outfits of old for the holidays!" he said in a joking manner with a wide grin on his face. He meant it as a joke but he was half serious. He would probably do it anyways just because he would love to see the look on their faces. It would be priceless.

Jahosafat slapped his old friend on the back. "That she is my good man. What better luck could such as her or any of these have than to be seen in town with two such as ourselves. I dare say we shall show them how the most enchanted of the lot do perform out in John Q. Publics eye. Taste, talent, tact. Though, if i may be so bold my tact might fall to the way side a bit come later this evening if the establishment pleases me. I could do with a right ripping mustaching if you catch the winds," Jahosafat laughed. "It seems our priest does wish to beat us to the punch. Perhaps arriving before us will be his only chance to gather a woman of the arm. Tell me, what level of sin is it to steal from the father? Would it be sinful to steal of a virtue considering what the prize maybe?" he jested. "At this moment I only am holding my position on this dock to wait for the Lady in Red," he winked before looking over towards Anisa.

Anisa let out a breath as she looked over towards Dorothy. "Bitch please. You can't avoid it all the time. You need some fucking time off, same as me. Now get yer shit and be back down on these docks in five. That's a fucking order girl," Anisa said sternly to Dorothy saying she wasn't coming. As Daphne came out and it seemed like she was joining them a little smirk crawled across the Captains features. "Aww shit, you have to come now."

Sighing a bit she leaned in. "Listen, it's been a tough few days for all of us. You are the only one I fully trust. At least have a single drink with me? A toast to Jackson. He deserves it from us," she said quietly before righting herself and looking at Dorothy in the eye. It was obvious the Captain was holding a lot of emotion back right then. She knew how much Dorothy hated drinking and drunks, but she also knew that Jackson meant a lot to the both of them. They all had been together a while and there still hadn't been any real goodbye type of moment for Jackson. The Captain needed her best friend right then.