Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 23rd, 1823

Over at the place of mourning the two riders had arrived. Thanks to help of a well paid off periodical vendor they were able to get a read of the names in the obituaries. A Miss Jeanette ‘Mosi’ Mournweald Crane's name had been among the departed, mentioning that the woman had passed in the attack at Almack's and paired with Elizaveta had told a few in the circus the night before had given them their destination. Granted she hadn't told the riders herself but she had told a few. News spread like wildfire in the Circus. If you tripped and fell while walking across the tent city, news of your fall reached the other side before you could finish dusting yourself off. It was just how it was.

"Ve vill not leave. Ve have message. Lady Virginia Crypt is to be handed this by us," one of the rider told the butler at the door who was, understandably, refusing to grant them entrance.

"No, I vill not entrust it to you. Ve have job, ve hand it to her. It comes by order of Sister..." another started before turning to the other. "как ее зовут?"

"Sister Mary Hale and the Great Bazhooli! Master Vladimir Alexandrov, heir to Baron Alexandrov!" the first exclaimed proudly as he took a step forward.

It didn't seem to be getting them anywhere. "Good man, do vish to deny entrance? To those who serve at the hand of Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova?" the second said quickly but the first was getting impatient.

"Lady Crypt!!" he bellowed through the open door. One thing about the circus folk, they knew how to project their voices.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Russian Imperial Tent City: Her Tent

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A sheepish grin came to Adams face, he was no con-artist but he had tried at least. Elizaveta looked over to the young man, she wondered to herself just why he had been pulled into all of this. More than that, she wondered just what horrors he had to have endured in his life to be able to cope so readily the way he was. Yet she knew he was an orphan, they tended to either survive or die. They found ways to live and to deal with situations the average person never dreamt of, even in this day and age. It saddened her heart to think that he had gone through anything but a young life of laughter and frivolity but it was a common tale not to. She lived in a circus after all and there were plenty of orphans in it. Even though her family was alive there were many times she was, in her own way, she was an orphan herself.

The grand duchess knew the look that came over Constantins features, it was one that she had had to deal with many times herself. In fact it was near common ground in the Circus. Not common per say but there were plenty trained in the art and it struck at the oddest times. Apparently even when a tiger sneezed on you. Sitting up a bit more she reached out and laced her fingers with Constantins, giving him a concerned expression while she did. Sure they fought constantly but it was all in good fun. They were friends and had grown up together together in the circus. "What did you see?" she asked softly. Her eyes darting over to Vlad in hopes he was taking note of what was going on in case someone had to catch Constantin if he fell. It happened more often than not and she was in no condition to try to do it herself.

Sister Lazarus looked over towards Vlad and her brows furrowed. "I have dusting to do," she said flatly before her attention was grabbed by the others in the tent and a scene seemed to unfold. "Besides, I'm too old for this," she added before looking back over towards Mary and ignoring the rest. "This is a wicked indulgence of surroundings, brace yourself child," she added before turning and leaving the tent. Perhaps in her younger years she would have enjoyed such a night to be around people such as this, she was one of the more colorful nuns in the abbey but not anymore. Anyways, she had to get back to her home before Sister Alma forgot anything else.

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

@Sigil - Day 6

🦄 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: "Si, everything will be fine." Natasha's voice could be heard outside the door as it opened. Maria seemed to have a look of relief on her face as she coddled little Liam in her arms and stepped out of the room a time later.

"They will fill this?" she asked as she held out a piece of paper in her hand.

"They should but if they don't, call this number," Natasha added as she took the paper and jotted down a phone number and name. "Dr. Lopez and I worked together during a nonprofit trip. He is in Mexico city but a call and a mention of my name should get you take care of. If there is any problems just let me know," she said as the two walked down the stairs.

"Gracias. So you work in Justice?" Maria asked as they headed back out to the garden.

"Yeah, just recently started," Natasha answered as she made her way over to the bench to sit back down. It was obvious she was tired but she was holding it together. Maria asked why the change and Natasha began to fill her in a bit. She tried to keep it vague but it was obvious Maria wanted details. Maybe it was just to take her mind off things. Natasha had never enjoyed talking about her diagnosis or trials but the two were getting along. It had been sometime since Natasha had had a mother figure. She spoke of how when she was first diagnosis she had fled to Justice because of their oncology department and that she hadn't wanted to have her own co-workers always around when she was in treatment. "When I finally started to get better the dean of medicine wanted to hire me but I didn't want to stay," she said as she shrugged.

"Why was that?" Maria asked as Liam lay down on the blanket on the ground and was slowly dozing off as his grandmother rubbed his back gently.

Diamond District: "Oh gurl, don't ya worry. Seems like you spend all your time taking care of your body, let me handle the hair," Wayne said as he went to work at scrubbing and washing and conditioning Mali's hair. The man may have talked a mile a minute but he had skilled hands. Seemed to know exactly how much pressure to put, how warm to make the water, how not to let someone get a pinch in their neck having to lean back the way they did. It wasn't long until Mali was all rinsed and Wayne had finished toweling drying her hair as much as he was going to.

"Now, let's get you in my throne and get to work," he said with a bright smile as he cleaned up the station a bit and waltzed over to his chair, spinning it around for Mali to take a seat. "Just a quick trim is all you will need before I start dryin' ya. Put a nice glaze in your hair, it is going to shine like the dickens hun," he added with a grin. Zoie looked over from her chair and rolled her eyes a bit. Wayne was always flamboyant, had been ever since high school and from the way things were going it seemed that he just kicked it up a notch every year that passed.

Police Department: Station 54: Roy covered the phones receiver as he looked over towards Riley. "Some dude not making any sense," he said before he turned his attention back to the conversation on the line. He was jotting down notes from what the man said - Boston Heights, Felix Hausten, Asylum.

"Dude, I think I am missing some major information here. Just because you got attack at some home for the insane doesn't mean anyone is out to get you at home. You aren't connecting the dots," Roy spouted off into the phone. The man was talking as if Roy had been privy to anything that had happened to him, not like a person that actually needed the details and for someone to lay it out flatly. For all Roy knew right then, this Felix guy was someone that needed to be locked up at Justice Asylum with all this ranting and raving. Maybe he was the crazy one.

FBI Headquarters Justice: Marc stood up and shook the woman's hand. "Only one more thing of note. Please watch your six. This town isn't like others. We all know in our line of work that the worst can happen. We are prepared for it but if they can take a man like Lawson down... they can get anyone..." Marc warned Priya before escorting her to the elevator.

"Feel free to contact me if you need to," he said before bidding her a good day and stepping back over to his desk. He wasn't sure if he could trust her, he was lacking on trust these days. Too many people had stabbed him or others he knew in the back. He wanted to trust people but he had learned the hard way years ago that things weren't always that simple. Hell, even back in high school they hadn't been that simple but then again... Grimm wasn't exactly the normal Americana town anymore...

Justice Asylum: "Yes of course," the woman at the reception desk said on the phone before hanging it up. She explained where to go to Risa before handing her a visitors pass and buzzing her through. It wasn't long before the translator had made her way up the stairs and to the floor she had been directed to go to. The place was a bit of a maze even with the directions she had been give but she eventually made her way to the room she was told to wait outside of to meet the doctor that needed her as a translator. Letting out a bit of a breath she glanced around as she pushed her long hair back and off her shoulders. This was not what she wanted to be doing today but she did still have a job to do. With the building she had been working in in half rubble because of the bomb she figured she was lucky to get a call at all but then again, she had been in the building when the bomb went off, nearly died, had a surgery. They could have at least given her a bit more time off to heal. Nevertheless she was there now. She wasn't worried, Lucas was down stairs and she knew he would watch her back; he always did.

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

Okay, new round.... This is posting order...

Keystone
Thomas
Sana
Satilla
Nor
Kyra
Cyne

Message me here or in the chat with your action should you take one or any questions.

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

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Kyra

Location: The Tower - Second Floor
Interacting With: Ash, Satilla
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Kyra turned her head in time to see Thomas actually pull something useful off. He downed one of the suits of armor quickly. She shielded her eyes for a moment but that was all. Seemed he wasn't as useless as she had once thought. Turning her head some more she wasn't surprised that Cyne had nearly dropped one quickly. A bear was nothing to be trifled with. Yet she had to bite her bottom lip as it seemed that Keystone had forgotten just how to throw a punch. Something must be amiss and hadn't it been that it wasn't everyday she spotted something as comical as that, she might have shown some concern. Yet there was none and Nor finished off the last suit of armor there was.

At least she hoped that was all that was on that floor but there were still two doors that had been yet to be checked and Ash seemed to determined to see what was on the other side of the one most center in the room. "Yeah, well if anyone can, now would be the time," Kyra said in answer to Satilla's remark. She would have loved to do so herself but she didn't have such a skill. She was able to move without being heard or seen when she so wished to but finding a trap was not in her vast skill set. Maybe it was something that she should train at a later date. That is if they survived this.

Satilla was right though, this was too easy. The fight in the forest had been much more difficult, many more to deal with. More than just simple undead. When looking back on it, what they had encountered in the tower had been nothing ore difficult that two of them couldn't handle alone. They didn't a need a full group for this. Hopefully it would stay that way but Kyra doubted it. It was like karma's twisted way... Soon as you thought it was easy or that it couldn't get any worse... You always ended up getting your ass handed to you.

Reaching out Kyra tried to open the door that Ash kept pawing at but it wasn't budging it. Huffing a little she glanced over towards Sana. "Will that one open?" she asked as she motioned to the one that was closest to Sana before checking her own door again. It still wouldn't move.

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

@Pundii @Morose @Nallore @ONL - Making rolls and pming results for this round of meeting George.

🦄 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 - 3:00 P.M. Local Time

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*Note: Previous case is on day 5/6

Streets Of Cairo: "Get back ya parasites," Rosheen bellowed as she pushed her way through the crowd and over to Mosi. "She will get to ya when she wants. What ya tryin' to do? Scare her out of here? Get back ya lot," she added as she rested her hand on Mosi's shoulder and shook her head. "Surprised they didn't try to mug ya like this when ya where first here," she scoffed a bit before shooting the vendors various looks to get them to finally at least give Mosi enough room to breath but they were far from actually going back to their respective sales fronts.

"Him and her," she whispered to Mosi, pointing out an old couple that hadn't moved from their stall. It was duller looking than the rest and the couple seemed well beyond their prime. Maybe it was why they hadn't come rushing over to Mosi like all the others. They just were too old to move as quickly as the rest of the group was able. "Theirs is the finest in Cairo," she added as the man that ran the stall with Rosheen came over and started speaking in Arabic to the group. A lot of huffs and voicings were made but they eventually went back to their own personal stalls, even if it was reluctantly. "Thank you," Rosheen said and she got a friendly nod from the man before he went back to pushing his own wares.

"After that you will need to eat, give yourself strength for the buying ahead!"

"Allah help me... Enough!" Rosheen snapped and he just chuckled before walking back over to his personal stall and getting back to cooking. "So, what brings you back here?" she asked gently.

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Vera, Peter, & George

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Location: Egyptian Museum: Vera's Office

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The assumption that William had made about Vera having pulled nearly every tomb on the subject of Bastet was correct. Each time William went to find one, it was missing from the shelves. The woman may have been a klutz but she was thorough. Though the longer William looked it would quickly become evident that he was finally starting to pick up where she had left off the night before. The more obscure tombs and translations were still there. It seemed that she had started at the most obvious ones and was working her way through them first. Odd for Vera, she was normally one to start with the out side of the box thoughts and only refer to the common texts as a reminder or last resort if she couldn't find anything else. Had last night really gotten her mind that befuddled?

"Thank you, all of you. It will be a tremendous help in this venture to have your able assistance," Vera said in a polite voice.

"Think nothing of it," Neema said before turning her attention to the man whoms arm she was on. "You will know this museum like the back of your hand within two shakes of a lambs tail. The curators system of organization cannot be beat. I should know, I developed it," she said with a slight snicker and a wink in Nora's direction. "Now, you ladies be off and we will tend..." she began to say as Peter came in. Her voice going quiet as she spotted Peter entering the room. She had not yet met him but from the look that came across Vera's face, it was obvious she knew him.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" she asked as she looked over to him quizzically.

Walking over to Vera, Peter leaned on his cane a bit as his arm slipped around her waist and he pulled her in for a short embrace. Vera returned it awkwardly and it caused him to lean back and look at her in worry. "To see how my beloved is faring. Are you feeling quite well?" he asked concerned.

Vera straightened herself and nodded. "Oh yes, just surprised to see you is all."

"I do hope it is a pleasant one."

"Quite," she said as she smoothed out her skirt and pushed her curls back from her brow.

"Wonderful. I wished to see you how you were holding up and to..." he began as he noticed that Lauren was leaving the room. "Miss... Miss!" he tried to call out to her.

George looked up slowly and found himself face to face with Lauren. He had expected Peter to be the one leaving the room to retrieve him, had he known another would be exiting he would have kept his head down. He looked away from her as quickly as he could but from her reaction he knew it had been too late. Sighing he shook his head slightly and kept it down now, staying seated to see if Peter would come get him. He was half sure it would be a good time to slip out of the museum but they had come to an accord so he remained planted right where he sat.

"Oh dear, I fear that is my fault..." Peter said as he watched Lauren dart back into the room. Neema rushed over to her and knelt down to try to see if she could calm her. "Miss, I assure you that he would not harm a hair on your head."

"Who?" Vera asked as she looked to the door, it was still left open and while she couldn't see who was out there she could see the very edge of the bench and a shadow that seemed to show that someone was sitting in it.

"George," Peter said frankly. "A dear friend of mine from during the war. He had come to visit me and I do wish for you to meet him. Yet I must prepare you, as I had wished to do before she exited the room. George, he was injured in the line of battle and his appearance can be jarring until you become accustomed to it but please believe me when I say that he is the most kind hearted, gentle, and brave man I have ever had the privilege to know." Peter tried to explain but Vera still looked confused. How badly had the man been damaged to cause such a reaction from Lauren? Maybe it was just because she had been startled. With everything else going on, yes, that had to be it. It couldn't be as bad as all that.

"I see, well then yes of course. Please do show him in. It would be an honor," she said in a courteous voice. She had seen crypts, mummies, and more in her time at the museum. With Reginald being in charge of the barracks, she had seen her fair share of wounded men over the yeas. It couldn't be all that bad.

Peter smiled and nodded before walking over to the door. It wasn't long before he stepped back in with George coming in behind him. George kept his head down and the damaged half of his face turned away from the group. His shoulders slumping slightly as he gripped at his page boy cap in his hands, pulling at the threads nervously. "May I introduce George Benaszewski," Peter said as he stood there.

Slowly he rose his head and turned in the direction of the group. "mmm, hello," he said quietly as he looked at them through the one moving eye, the tin painted one just staring off blankly in their direction. Neema looked over towards the man and cocked a brow. Yes, he seemed to be injured and apparently he was covering his disfigurement with some sort of mask that half covered his face but it didn't seem to really affect her that much. She was taken aback at first but really showed no signs that it bothered her.

Vera on the other hand did not react in the same way. As much as she had told herself it couldn't have been that bad, that Peter had braced her, that she was ready to meet whoever this man was, it didn't help. Vera might have been of high breeding and a lady but she was also very skittish at times. Things easily made her jump and squeal. So when her skin went pale, her mouth opened, and she shrieked like a banshee before turning, darting off, stumbling over a stack of books only to half way crawl across the floor and get back up to run off to the stacks screaming like she had just seen a ghost... It didn't surprise Peter in the slightest.

"She had the same reaction last time I witnessed a butterfly land on her shoulder," Peter said to George, trying to cover for the woman whom he was courting.

Vera gasped as she rounded the stacks, trying to hide from what she had just seen. Spotting William she tore towards him as if she was trying to outrun death itself and flung herself against him, wrapping her fingers into his shirt as she clung to him. She was shaking like a leaf at this point and looked completely terrified by what she had seen.

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Aziza Tarek

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables -> Her Quarters

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Aziza smiled softly towards Harry, running her fingers along his cheek for a moment before her hand slipped down to his arm and eventually her fingers laced with his. "Then let us go so you can clear your mind," she said in a gentle voice before turning with her things, managing them as best she was able and started to make her way through the barracks up and up the stairs to her room. She half wondered where everyone else was but on thinking about it she figured they were all off getting things together. Perhaps it would have been best if she were to check in with the Lord Major and let him know they had returned, or head over to the museum to see if there was something she could help with.

Yet, she kept her path simple and headed towards her original destination. Above all things, Harry was her primary concern right then. She wanted to help him. Seeing those expressions come over his face, how grim they were, it tugged at her heart strings and she wanted to do whatever she could to stop them from creeping back. If that meant listening, she would until the Nile ran dry and the Sarah sprouted a rain forest. Reaching her door, she fumbled a bit but managed to get it open before finally being able to step inside and set her things down. At home she removed her shoes but not here. There were not enough carpets on the rough wood for her to feel safe enough to walk barefooted. Last thing she wanted was a splinter.

Turning back over to Harry she pulled her shawl from her shoulders and tossed it lightly over the back of a chair. "Come, talk to me," she said as she held her hand out to him. "What keeps plaguing you?" she asked in a worried voice. She hoped it was not her that was causing this melancholy to keep appearing within his eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was cause him any strife but she was worried she was. With everything that was happening, a large part of her was still very surprised that he was even willing to escort her anywhere. The fact he was showing her kindness constantly and even affection now seemed to be an oasis in the desert.

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

*General note - we are at the Lady Luck now. You know what's going on inside the place. Have fun with it! Basically this is a free time for you all to get into trouble. ^_~ Let's see what you can do.

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

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Lady Luck

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They hadn't been within the confines of the Lady Luck for 10 minutes and Atticus had already been drinking, gambled, and was currently getting drug up the stairs by a rather obvious lady of the night. As they reached one of the doors over looking the chaos below the woman opened it and stepped inside. Atticus glanced over his shoulder with a cheeky grin on his lips before her hands came out of the room and gabbed him by the lapels of his coat. "Hallelujah!" he exclaimed as he got pulled into the room and the door swung shut behind him.

Jahosafat pulled his hat from his brow and grinned ear to ear. "It does seem that our personal link to the almighty is setting a fine example indeed. We must make sure we have plenty to confess come the morrow. And we must do out finest to one up the starched collared man. We cannot let him be more sinful than we," Jahosafat laughed as he strolled over towards the bar, tucking his finery beneath his arm as he did. "Ladies," he added gallantly as he came up to Dorothy and Anisa. Giving a rather deep bow before placing his hat on the bartop and pulling out the chairs for the ladies. "Place theirs on my check good man," he said as he looked over to the bar tender.

"You don't have a tab here," the bartender pointed out but that didn't stop Jahosafat as he pushed the chair in while Anisa took her seat. Pulling out his wallet he leaned over the bar and had quick words with the man. "My mistake, of course." Pocketing whatever amount Jahosafat had just slipped him he got to work on fixing what the women ordered.

"Whiskey neat was it?" he ebony doctor asked and Anisa nodded slightly.

"Yeah, best you have," she said giving a slight smirk to Dorothy. Might as well get the best since the doctor was paying for it. Wasn't only that but Jackson had been known for collecting high quality spirits. Normally she would have rather paid herself but she figured with as much as this man went on and on and on, he owed them a drink.

"Of course, you heard the lovely lady. And for me, cognac. I do require my olfactory senses to be bombarded with the scent of utter civility," he said as he glanced over to his partner in finer crimes. "Oh to think of it, the gently wafting to my senses, warmed by my talented hands, the swirl of vapors filling me before that first splash tackles my pallet, washing over me. Oh yes, utter civility," he said as he reached over and picked up his sniffer as it was set before him. Picking it up, he rested the stem between his index and ring fingers, the base in his palm, swirling the contents as he lowered his head and rested his nose within the mouth. He breathed deeply and let out a moan that was probably best reserved for the boudoir. Lowering the glass he looked over to Dorothy and Anisa before turning towards Foy. "First a toast!" Holding up his glass to his brother from another mother. "To Mayhem, to folly, to brawls and bullets, to a night of debauchery along side the finest fellow born to the central planets or outer rim, besides myself of course. To lust, to sin, to all that comes tonight and with the hangover tomorrow. To us!" he bellowed before taking a sip of his cognac and letting out an ever satisfied breath as he swallowed.

Anisa picked up her whiskey and glanced out of the corner of her eye to Dorothy. "To whoever cuts out his tongue and gives me silence," she muttered under her breath. Taking a deep drink, she downed it all before motioning for a refill. Looking fully to Dorothy this time she had a solemn expression on her features. "There was so much I never told him... He was all that was left of my world and now that's gone." Looking down at her glass she ran her finger along the brim. "I loved you." she whispered quietly before stifling back a sniffle and a hard look drained the rest of the emotion that was threatening to bubble up. "To the toughest son of a bitch I never knew, my best mate. To Jackson," she added quickly before downing the shot like it was water.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Yeah, go ahead.