Lady Absinthia

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

In honor of the Jati Reunion!

🦄 Lady A Studios

Jati
The Walking Dead

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The cutest couple is finally back together and in honor of them coming back together there just had to be a Tribute done. So where we are, not much to say about this. The video speaks for itself.

Music: Every Time We Touch by Jonathan Young

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Update

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Date: April 1st, 2012

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Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>9/30/18 Update

Okay, there are still walkers following Erica but she is putting some distance between herself and the small mob. There is another walker ahead of her.

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 85°F (29°C)
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph (16 kph)
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>9/30/18 Update

Poor Poor Hoardbuster but hey, you have got bigger things going on. Look below.
Description: Heavy Rain
Temperature: 87°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 20 mph - changes directions
Rain: The rain is hard and sheeting right now. It is nearly impossible to hear outside and some thunder and lightning is starting to kick in. Winds are picking up as well.

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>9/30/18 Update

Map is updated
Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 84°F (28°C)
Wind Speed: 26 mph (41 kph)
Strong Wind: Strong gusts of wind, it is going to make things hard of hearing. Such gusts automatically extinguish candles, torches, and similar unprotected flames. Small animals and objects are going to get blown around a lot and hard. This is a former construction site for a new neighborhood before the outbreak so that means bits of wood, broken bricks and rocks, nails, and the like are getting kicked up and blown around. This is going to get dicey fast. The wind came out of no where.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Okefenokee: D12 (Road)
Skills:Athletics

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Wayne was having far too much fun being on this little high of his. Sure he was hearing a voice coming from his bag. Okay it was in his head but in his head it sounded like it was coming from his bag. That fucking little blue unicorn he kept seeing and hearing was really starting to put a damper on his high. Or at least it was trying. Lecturing him on the evils of drugs. Little that did that fucker know that maybe those drugs were the only thing keeping him from committing Imagincide. Was that a thing? Of course it was. He was a detective, so if he knew a cide it was real. Okay, maybe him stating what was real and what wasn't wasn't the best of ideas but hey. There it was.

Strolling down the road he kept singing, badly, but to him he sounded like damn Freddy Mercury. And so, why not! "Oh! Let's go! Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet. Machine guns ready to go. Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat. Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust and another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust. Hey, I'm gonna get you, too. Another one bites the dust."

And another one was going to bite the dust, that was for sure. He spotted another face eater in his line of sight. He had time for another verse though, so he was enjoying the stroll.

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Headland Alabama

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Location: Headland: East Main Street (E7)

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The rain was coming down in sheets. They were in a town they hadn't secured. The Hoardbuster had just broken down and needed to be buried if a grave large enough could be dug. Thing was, they also had a new Nun in the group. One that might or might not fit in. So, ride dead. One. New Nun. Two. These things come in threes don't they? Of course they do. And so they shall.

As the rain pounded down on the top of the newly departed hordebuster a car drove past them. The cars lights barely being able to be seen because of the rain. It couldn't be heard but as it passed, it swerved. Cutting sharply to the right and spinning as its breaks locked and it screeched to a halt in the middle of the road about a block down from the hordebuster. The passenger door side facing back towards the vehicle that contained the group.

It had barely stopped when a body came rolling out, tucking a shoulder as it did. It had something in its hand that went spilling out on the ground. The figure scrambled as the driver door flung open and someone else got out quickly. The figure on the ground, grabbed whatever it was on the ground and then it became clear as the flare was lit. The person started waving it and running like a bat out of hell. The rain slowly letting up but just barely. Enough to make out it was a woman, with red hair, plastered to her face. "ПОМОГИТЕ! ПОХИЩЕН! У ДЕТЕЙ! РАЗЪЕМ! ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, БОГ БУДЕТ В НЕМ! ПОМОГИТЕ!!" the woman screamed in Russian.

The person who had gotten out of the driver side was rushing, she turned and flung the flare at him, darting this way and that and trying to make a break for it back towards the car. "ASH!!! NEWNAN??? SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!!!" she screamed as two more got out of the car and started to open fire. Tatiana diving behind broken down car in the middle of the road divide. Pulling out her knife from her boot she pushed her hair out of her face. This was her one chance. She had to try.

Translation From Russian

HELP! KIDNAPPED! HAS THE BABY! JACK! PLEASE GOD BE IN THERE! HELP!!

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 102: Library/Study
Skills: Empathy

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"Like fucking Firefly but worse okay? Can't even find the original season and there is no follow up movie for closure if you get my jist," Alicia said rubbing the back of her neck. It was confusing as fuck to her. Granted a lot of things about being part of this world was but somethings you just accepted. The vid was one of them. Sure you didn't know how it worked but you knew how to work it, or at least she did. It wasn't. "Someone not pay the fucking cable bill?" she said cracking a bad joke.

It was all Greek to her, in other words Alicia had no idea what the Emendators were saying. Despite that she did not get angry that they were speaking in a language she couldn't understand. Or at least Nancy was currently. Thing was, if she was using something besides English, chances were she was making sure not to say something the Paradoxes didn't need to hear right then. One of the Paradoxes did understand however and it wasn't surprising. Belladonna was the oldest living Paradox, it figured that she spoke the language that Eve slipped to most often when she was speaking to people.

Belladonna shook her head slightly. "Αυτό είναι ατυχές αλλά ναι, μιλήστε μαζί τους. Ήταν μάλλον αναστατωμένος μετά το ταξίδι για να δει το Γολγοθά. Δεν την είχα δει ποτέ τόσο διακεκομμένη. Ακόμη και για κάποιον που βρίσκει βασανισμό και πόνο τόσο ευχάριστο όσο εγώ, δεν ήταν ένα ευχάριστο θέαμα." There was a pause in her words as Sophia mentioned finding Eve. A Paradox stepping up, especially one so young. It was either bravery or naivety. Perhaps it was both. "Θα πάω και θα ενημερώσω τα υπόλοιπα παλαιότερα Παράδοξα τι έχει συμβεί. Θα επιστρέψω το συντομότερο δυνατό." Turning she looked over at Sophia. "Not to worry little one, she wouldn't be the first Emendator to go on an unannounced vacation," she added in English in a reassuring voice before moving off and heading for the main portal. She had things to tend to.

Alicia huffed slightly. "Maldita sea, esto no es parte de la maldita descripción de mi trabajo. Alguien más juega a Eva," the Latina said as she looked at Gilbert. "Por el amor de Dios, no ella." There was a glance towards Nancy and then the rest of the group. "I need a fucking drink. Where's the tequila?"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

9/29/2018 - Places

The Letter "A" is closest to the house, the Letter "Z" is the furthest away from it.

A - Plum
B -
C -
D - Creme
E - Blush
F -
G - Penance
H - Moss
I -
J -
K -
L -
M -
N - Tact
O -
P -
Q - Walnut
R -
S -
T -
U -
V -
W -
X -
Y -
Z -
Engine - Owen

Location: Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside

These characters have exited their seats and are awaiting entrance:

Titian
Rave
Mauve
Swamp
Envy
Cobalt
Amaranthine

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat I -> Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside
Skills: Constitution, Charisma, Intelligence, Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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It seemed she had attracted the attention of yet another. "Chanteuse Amaranthine is what I am to refer to myself as." It was a simple statement in a wobbly but silvery voice. Eyes turning downcast she braced as the engine started to speed up. Body tensing as it lurched forward and a chill running to the bone as the freezing air pushed over her skin. It was hard to hold still. The moving train, the chilled air, the wind. That and more made it for a rather miserable next few minutes. Someone was trying to sketch her so despite all this she did her best to remain as statuesque as humanly possible. By the time the train stopped her teeth were chattering.

Trembling she turned to face the one that had been placing her visage to charcoaled memory. It was an astounding representation and seemed to capture how she was feeling despite the mask. "Remarkable," she quavered as her fingers took the paper. "Thank you ever so much." Large doe eyes locking with his as she expressed her gratitude before slipping it delicately into her satchel, it laid on top pieces of sheet music. Closing it swiftly she rose and gave a nervous smile before turning and tottering towards the manor.

Eyes turning upwards and then back at the man addressing them. Her ears picked up what others were speaking but she simple stood there clutching the bag to her chest with one hand and the other grasping at the instrument case she was carrying. Others might have had no issues being in Shadowell. Perhaps they were too self involved, perhaps they were braver, perhaps they were shallow. Many appeared to exude some sort of assurance. Chanteuse Amaranthine did not. Fear was worn openly beneath the mask even as she stepped closer to the stairs. A thought tickled the back of her mind but she was far to distracted by situation and circumstance to pay is much attention. Keeping her mouth shut she waited for them to be allowed into the manor itself. A desire to be out of the cold could be a powerful thing when warring against other things that should have ones attention.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)

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Funeral Home: Ryan looked over as Riley came back in and stood up. David did as well and motioned towards the chair next to him since the couch was full with Cyril and the kids. "Nothing much, Chloe had pretty instructions on what she wanted, so just making sure they are followed.

"Come on Cyril, daddy can we go play?" Lunn asked and Ryan nodded.

"Yeah, stay in the front yard, Cyril stay with them," Ryan said before he sat back down. "Did you want a small urn of Chloes ashes? She had in the will that I was too give a small amount to both the kids, figured I ask," Ryan said as Lunn took Cyrils hand and the kids went outside with their uncle. "Hey! Don't..." The door slammed shut. "Slam the door..." Rubbing his face he shook his head.

"Alright, we will have the viewing in two days, and then I will take care of the cremation and urns, one large and.. 2.. or 3 small urns.." David said, stopping as he looked over to Riley waiting on her answer if she wanted a mini urn as well.

The Farm: Except from the book Mali is currently reading over - The Temple of Kalabsha is named after the village of Kalabsha, which located 65 kilometers south of Aswan dam. The city was known in ancient times for its various temples, and was later called Talames by the Greeks. The temple goes back to Roman times and the reign of the Roman Emperor Augustus. It was dedicated to the Nubian god Mandoulis. After Augustus other emperors also contributed to further construction, including Caligula and Trajan.The Temple of Kalabsha was originally built on a much earlier site that dates back to the 18th dynasty and most probably goes back to king Thothmosis and Amenhotep II. The temple is considered among the most complete temples in all of Nubia. _{*Copied from AskAladin}

Mandoulis seemed to be the Nubian form of Horus. As Mali keeps reading she is going to start noticing a lot of similarities between the Egyptian deities and the Roman ones. Especially between Mandoulis/Horus and Apollo. There are a lot of images in the book and on careful examination there seems to be a carved relief that resembles the object that Mali has been carrying around in one of the walls.

Queensguard: The screen that Keystone was looking at flickered and went black with only a flashing icon where it looked like someone could type in. Then it started showing text. Everything might be connected but not in the way you think. Stop focusing on the cups and start focusing on the sword. The flashing type icon dropped to the next line. The ides of March are upon you. It dropped another line. The debt is half settled. Finish it. Once again it dropped, this time nothing more came up.

Over at Caesar, he would find a single sheet of paper inside it. Clippings of letters from what looked like newspaper headlines was glued to it.

Texas/Mexico Border: One could nearly hear Roys breath of relief as he heard Cecily's voice. "Yeah, it's me Rogue. Take a breath. The lines secure, as long as you think you are, talk freely, if not, just listen..." there was a slight pause in his voice before he continued. "Near Arkham right now. Sounds like you are too. Had to get out of Gotham. Don't go back, Batman is no where to be found. Can you suit up and meet me at Commissioner Gordons summer home?" It was a lot of code but he hoped she would catch on.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

Edit: 9/27/2018 - Changing an earlier decision. You have 48 hours from this post to to get your relations updated, done, and SUBMITTED to me via tag in Discord. By 8:34P - EST 9/29/2018

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat Q -> Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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"Oh toot that horn," Titian said after Walnut seemed to give her two §era on the matter. He grinned broadly at her and nodded. "Oh yes, a tough nut to crack aren't ya." It was a teased but a playful one. the train finally started moving after someone decided they apparently didn't have the stomach for this. Oh well, one less person to worry about in his book. Holding tight as the engine caused his shoulder to shift and press more against the one known as Cobalt. The man really should have slid over a seat. Nothing to be done about it now.

The bench was holding everyone well enough and no one else went skyward. Turning his head he watched as the manor came closer and closer. Another jut and it stopped. Looking up he spotted the white above but turned his attention back to Walnut in his arms. "Alright Professor, class dismissed," he said with a wink as he stood up and set her gently down on the ground. Offering her his arm before proceeding to stroll towards the bottom of the stairs where the at the top the old man stood addressing them. He hoped she would take his arm but if not he would walk nonetheless. Even for him it a was a bit cold out.

"Considering we're here, I'd hope he'd want to see us," he muttered under his breath. Looking up he grinned and rubbed the bottom of his whiskered chin.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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House Kirkpatrick: Lady Kirkpatrick shook her head slightly. "A bumbling buffoon you are Father Fuddles. Nearly ruined a perfectly good scone because of your ways," the Lady Kirkpatrick scolded before going about her tea. "At least she had the good sense not to let it go to waste." There was a bit of a gleam in the old womans eyes and a nod towards Maeve. "Did you bring what I requested?" she asked and Calum nodded before pulling out a small folded piece of paper from his inner coat pocket and turning it over to the woman.

Unfolding it she took a look. After a few moments, her eyes raised and locked with Maeve. "We need to talk deary, in private." Rising from her seat, she knocked the tip of her cane against the ground. "Have Rory fetch the coach, we have things to attend to," she said and Calum rose, tripping slightly but not as badly as he headed for the door. Lady Kirkpatrick stopped by the girl now working for her and let out a breath. "This way child."

Stepping out of the room she walked down the hall and outside. Her nephew trying to beckon her but she waved him off saying something about needing to get some fresh air and away from the exhaled vomit of her kin folk. He stormed off in a huff as she climbed into the carriage with the aid of Father Fuddles. (Beginning to think this needs to be his name.) Once inside she rested herself down and Calum waited to help Maeve in if she needed it or would even accept it. Either way, once both were loaded in, he climbed on top with Rory, nearly breaking his neck in the process before the carriage pulled down the drive and went for a bit of a tour.

Port Annan: "Thank ye sir, thank ye kindly," Nigel said gratefully before turning his attention back to the other patrons as they were coming and going, helping out at the tables when he was not swamped at the bar itself. The place was far more crowded than it had been just a day before.

"Well worry not old friend, we will have you married post haste. Not a soul in England could catch up to you two love birds now," Lord Egerton said with a smile and Rutherford chuckled. Millicent forced a slight smile but it faded as someone else came over to the table. Rutherford quirked a brow looking him over.

"Yes, I am, and usually it is proper manners to introduce oneself before inquiring about the name of another," he said as he sat there. Lord Rutherford glanced over to Millicent who kept her eyes down and didn't look up at the new comer.

"Millicent darling, come sit by me and make room for this fellow who we do not know his name as of yet. It is crowded in here, wouldn't do well not to show some warm English hospitality, even if we are in Scotland," Rutherford said as he rose and held his hand out to his fiance. Millicent swallowed hard and nodded. Taking Rutherfords hand and rising from her seat.

"Of course," she said as she stepped over to the other side of the table and sat in the bench like seating on the other side next to Rutherford.

"I am Lord Rutherford and this lovely young woman is my fiance Millicent Wyndham," Rutherford said as he introduced himself and Millicent before taking his seat once again. "I say, you do look far more calm than most of us have, I take it you are not fleeing anything," he chuckled.

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Bristol: Once in the city and a ship had been secured for passage, Ludwig waited, peaking his head out of the bag constantly until he found just the right moment when others were not looking before he popped out of the bag like a rabbit out of a hat and grinned as he looked around. Tall as he should be. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, scurried out of the bag and up Ludwigs leg until he was perched on his shoulder looking around.

"Big boats, little boat, sailing boats, merchant boats, pirate boats, dark boats. Soulled Soulless boats, sailing the seven seas. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me, along the ways of the seven seas, a pirates life for me. What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, you send him out to sea," Ludwig sang and grinned wildly.

The grin turned towards Constantine before he rushed over to Vlad and smiled and then darted onto the ship. He wasn't wasting anytime. He went up to each crew member and then frowned. He was sad, not mad but sad. "No La Canela, slow, slow but is okay. Faster than ground, faster than earth, faster than dirt," he said as he pulled out his journal and started writing in it. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, still perched and looked around as if he was searching for something.

The Sea: The captain leaned back in her chair and a black cat jumped into her lap, purring slightly as it curled up and got comfortable. "A woman of your clothing would be better suited on a luxury ship for Peers instead of a fishing vessel." Her voice was more reflective than accusatory as her fingers curled against the cats black fur. Her skin so pale compared to the black. The cat yawned and batted at the captains fingers but it did not stop her.

"That look becomes you, perhaps in another life," she said as she looked down at the cat. "I have to wonder," she said as her eyes slowly came back up to Colette's. "If perhaps you weren't escaping something as well." The cat jumped down from her lap and onto the desk. Meowing as he walked to the other side and sat down, looking at Colette.

"I be Marco, and at least ye be dry now," Marco chuckled. Leaning back and getting comfortable in one of the hammocks he swung slowly as he crossed his ankles over each other and pulled out a dagger. It wasn't in a threatening manner, simply spinning the item between his fingers and turning it this way and that. An idle practice it seemed.

"Just what in the hell was ye land lubers doin' on that ship? You ain't be lookin' like no fishermen I ever been seein'. Unless the dress has been changed since last time I was in these waters," he chuckled as he tossed the blade up and down, catching it and moving it through his fingers before tossing it again.

Carlisle: That was a hell of a jump now wasn't it? But yes, the two women traveling are indeed just on the southern outskirts of Carlisle now. How? It boggles the mind. Even at a pushing pace, it should have taken another day to get this far, it not more. There is a sickening feeling now in the pit of each womans stomach, as if something was moved that shouldn't have. Or perhaps moving that fast without realizing it is making you sick. Either way, you aren't the only one feeling it. The horse gets sick and looses whatever it had been fed in the last town you were able to stop in.

The town seems on high alert but if someone had headed out from London after the Attack on Almacks, they could have reached Carlisle by now. It would have been a hard trek but they could have. Granted no trek across the English country side is easy. Yet if they have come this far so quickly. It means Gretna Green could be reached by evening - that is if they are up to continuing. That will depend on fate now though. Rolls before proceeding.