Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room -> Music Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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A few moments passed after Amaranthine took the first bite. Hair draping around her face hid what features could be seen beyond the mask, eyes focusing on the plate she had taken the single slice from. Lips thinning before she took another bite. Her head jerked to the side and tilted up to look towards the voice that spoke to her. It was Dr. Swamp. As he asked the question her eyes darted down to her case and she nodded. "Correct," she said after she swallowed the remains of the cheese. There was another inquiry she had not answered yet, whether or not she would play. That was a question that would require a bit more thought on the matter. Looking at the food, she pondered as her bottom lip curled in and she bit down on it with her canine tooth.

There was a deep breath that caused her corset to rise and fall sharply. Lifting her head her shoulders squared and she turned to face the man. "One piece of art deserves another in turn. Yes, if should wish," she answered in her sing-song like voice. More were entering and her eyes moved to them before turning her back to the growing crowd. Her steps became long for her short legs as she strode to the next door and opened it. Eyes circled from left to right in a large arc as she took in the room.

Like the others the wood was dark on the walls and the ceiling, the floor marble, seating on either wall to the left and to the right, a fireplace crackling with life. In the center was a grand piano that took up space in the center below a candle bearing chandelier, each flame flickering and casting shadows downwards. Stepping into the room fully her eyes kept moving around. Her feet carrying her to the back inner curve near the tail of the piano and looked back towards the door to the Breakfast room. Chin up she appeared much more sure footed than she had before.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Introductions, of a sorts

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Resting the tip of his walking cane on the ground, he waited. Looking through the gates and once he finally spotted someone he gave a slight wave. "Well hey there," he said in a pleasant enough voice. Taking off his hat, he pressed it to his chest and nodded slightly once Gio had made it to the gate. "Actually sir, we are here to help you. My name's Samson and I run the Carnivale' here behind me. We be the best operation this side of the Mississippi. Caught wind that you all be hostin' a Halloween event here this evening and we thought it would be right prudent of us to come by and offer to set up for the folks in these parts. I tell you, nothing put people in the celebrating spirit quite like a good ol' fashion Carney."

Placing his hat back on his head his head tilted back at the other man came to the gate. "Morning sir, just talking to this gentleman here about setting up our show for you folks. My names Samson though looking at you I have to admit feeling a bit like David facing down Goliath," he said with a chuckle. "We have games, shows, and Colossus is the biggest traveling Ferris Wheel in these here forty-eight states."

While Samson was talking a man got out of the driver side of the main truck and started walking over to them. He had a slight limp when he walked but it didn't seem like it was from a current injury or anything but more like he was trying to learn to walk without one anymore. "Ain't that right Jonesy?" Samson asked as the man came over to them.

"Yeah," was all Jonsey said before spitting a bit of tobacco juice on the ground away from them all. Samson smiled and looked back over to them.

"Have to admit I wasn't expecting no men to be meeting us at the gate. Was expecting to speak with a Miss Lucas. She be about?" he asked as he rested both his small hands on the top of his cane.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (E2) -> Central Hall
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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"Guess you'll have to punish me," he laughed under his breath. Turning his attention back to the front of him he watched the Lord of the Manor and quirked a brow at the words. A smirk played on his lips and he nodded. It seemed that they were free to look around. Everyone looked to be following the tiny woman's lead and heading through the door nearest to him. Crossing his arms over his chest he stood there and looked at the door that the Lord and the Butler had exited through and the smirk grew into a broad smile. "Screw following a trail of bird shit," he said as he reached up and stroked the tuft of hair on his chin. Looking over towards Professor Walnut he made a motion with his head indicating he was following their host through the main doors. No one said they couldn't. In fact it was part of the area they were allowed to go.

Taking large strides he passed out of the Grand Vestibule and into the Central Hall. There were multiple sets of stairs going up, a balcony over his head and one in front of him and then more doors beyond that. "Fucking nice," he said as he placed his hands on his hips and let out a long whistle. There was a runt of a kid standing there at the stair case opposite of the one that Jasper was yelling up. Kid maybe came up to Titian's waist. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and smiled brightly as he stood there. "Hey lad, where's them doors go?" he asked as he pointed behind the kid.

"The Salon and then the Lunar Ballroom sir," the kid said quickly in a kind voice.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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>10/16/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

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>10/16/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: Light Rain
Temperature: 87°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 20 mph - changes directions
Rain: The rain is dying down but the winds are picking up and there is the smell of dirt in the air and an orange tint to the sky - all those living in Ga the last 5 years or more will know right off without even a check needed - that means Tornado weather.

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>10/16/18 Update

Map Updated. Watch your labels people - Got one of you standing in a damn fireplace in the wrong room and another of you on top of poor Thalia (and it ain't Beatrice) because that is what you had in your header! >.> Next time I will expect your to RP out just why you are deciding to play Straddle The One Armed Mexican and Santa Claus is Coming to Town in the middle of the Apocalypse. (This is why we can't have nice things >.>)

On a side note - Windows are holding for now and Thalia is awake - Thalia made some amazing checks and honestly while in a shit ton of pain she is handling it like a trooper. Or a Gonzalez. Alicia would be proud. Her vitals are stable, knitting and stitching is holding well. It probably wouldn't hurt for her to get a blood transfusion. Good news here. Manny is a doctor so he would know his blood type. Alex and Thana were in the military, that shit it on their dog tags. Beatrice was part of Newnan and Froggy typed every member as they did their initial check up on entry. Thalia was a member of MSS, might as well have been military.

Randomly based on percentage of population distribution of blood types - this is who has what - add this into your CS under extras

• Manny: A Positive
• Alex: O Positive
• Beatrice: O Negative
• Thalia: O Positive
• Thana: O Negative

Good news - looks like a transfusion type wise is possible. Bad News - do you have any way to pull this off? Thana ain't back yet.
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: C9 -> C8 (Road)
Skills:Athletics, Pistols, Hunting

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Wayne stopped in his tracks and looked over the woman, his head tilting to the side. "Well would you look at that. Someone actually caring if my ass stays alive. You hear that Hank, she's worried about me. So fucking sweet I might actually get a tooth ache." He was half talking to her and half yelling behind him back to Hank. Looking past her he could see about half a dozen Walkers coming. His lips puckered up as he slipped his machete back into his belt loop and pulled out his pistols. Looking down at them he examined them and checked to see how many shots he had left.

"Yeah, well thanks for the concern. It's touching, a bit awkward but touching. Fucking Black Jesus and the Southern Caesar are that way. I'll take my chances with the goddamn face eaters." Looking back up at her he winked and kept trucking. As he did he started stomping his feet to create even more noise. His palms clapping together. It was a very familiar rhythm. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap. Then he started to sing as he kept walking, stomping, and clapping - headed right for the walkers.

"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise. Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day. You got mud on yo' face. You big disgrace. Kickin' your can all over the place, singin' 'We will we will rock you! We will we will rock you!

Buddy you're a young man hard man. Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day. You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace. Wavin' your banner all over the place. We will we will rock you! (Sing it!) We will we will rock you!

Buddy you're an old man poor man. Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day. You got mud on your face. Big disgrace. Somebody better put you back into your place. We will we will rock you! (Sing it!) We will we will rock you!

(Everybody) We will we will rock you! We will we will rock you! (Alright)" Oh yeah, he had their attention now.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: East Main Street (E7)
Skills: Survival, Basic First Aide, People Reading, Psychology, Counseling

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Tatiana looked over to Jack and nodded, Jamie cooed slightly as his mother held him close. Her nose bleeding and blood seeping from where her cheek was busted open. She had gotten hit hard and fast several times and now that the first was over and the rain had stopped the blood was no longer being washed away. Jack had taken some blows as well. She tensed as someone she didn't know came over, then she assessed the situation and looked hard at the woman before turning her head up and looking towards the sky. She knew this sky and the smell that hung in the air.

"Da, tvister veather," she said as she took Jamie and slipped out of the car, pushing him towards Jack. "Hold Jamie," she said to Jack, taking his hand and making sure his hands were around the child before she slipped back into the car and started rummaging around. "I knov place. Tvo, three more have to die but don't care. They burn Jamie. They deserve die. Good hold up place, supplies, Jamies food and diapers there. Have to go," she said as she started pushing things around in the old station wagon. Jumping back out of the car she had a pack of gauze and pressed it to her nose as she made her way to the back and flung up the large door, turning up the back seats and rummaging through the storage space.

"Hordebuster?" she asked as she looked back over towards the nun and Jack. She rather take that big truck than the station wagon but she didn't know that the thing was dead on its axels.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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House Kirkpatrick: Calum and Rory kept kept guard, looking out as they were a bit exposed where they were but at least it was more private than the house they had left just a little while before. It would have to do. The walls had ears, even if they were of her own flesh and blood. Sometimes that just wasn't enough.

"My dear do you think I would be fool enough to send a child to a world where she could not let her own voice be heard?" Lady Kirkpatrick said with a an exasperated face as she knocked the tip of her cane against the ground. Calum chuckled a bit and glanced towards the man that had been escorting the young child from Ireland.

"Father Sean Patrick Murphy O'Reily," the man man said as he signed it at the same time. "I've been working with the deaf for the last decade, she would be under my care in Rome," he said as he kept signing and smiled over at Roisin. "Though I am surprised that is a question considering.." he started to say before Calum cleared his through a bit. "I see, well never mind. We should be going and quickly."

"Does this settle concern well enough?" Lady Kirkpatrick asked as she looked down at the girl and tilted her head to the side.

Port Annan: Rutherford made a slight motion with his hand as if to say go ahead. Millicent just poked at the food that she had been given. Egerton didn't really pay attention as he took a sip from his tea. The music began and it seemed that the crowd at large was enjoying the music. Millicent glanced over towards man as he played before her eyes turned down cast again, whatever he was playing didn't seem to be impressing her enough to keep her attention focused on it. Perhaps her mind was just elsewhere. Egerton just shrugged a bit and whispered a few words into Rutherford's ear before exiting the tavern.

Rutherford on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the music, watching the man play as he did. "That would be lovely at the service even if it is just us," Rutherford said as he wrapped an arm around Millicents shoulder. Taking a small bite she gave a noncommittal sigh. "If you'd rather not, I can decline the invitation." Her eyes shot up and she shook her head.

"No, the music would be a welcome reprieve." Millicents voice was hollow as she spoke but she forced a slight smile.

"Then we will accept," he said and looked towards William and gave an affirmative nod in the mans direction.

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The Bristol Ship: No sleep, sleep come dream and dreams cloud the mind, no sleep, no sleep, clear head along the sea. Over the waters and through the seas to the celtic lands we go, the ship knows the way to carry the from the bay through the winds tides and shores. A kilt a kilt a kilt for the ton, you never know when things will be done. Lay the quill to paper and draw the world along, from the horizon to the sky and in the stars in the sky.

A dip of the knees and a raise of the brows, all so fascinating. How he loved the sea and the land and rock and the rock. Oh there would be no sleep this eve for the crazed little German. He was too busy rushing around, looking at this and looking at that. Mumbling to himself as he did. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, was curled up along the back of this neck, trying to nap but perhaps there would be no sleep for him either because the damn world he was riding on, that mighty steed of Ludwig just wouldn't hold still.

The Sea: Regalia sat down and took a sip of her wine. "Friend? Must have know each other a long time to call him as such," she said as she looked over the rim of her glass. "A debt? Well consider yourself debtless with me and mine. We do not work off such notions. One does what one does because they chose to do so. If everyone owed someone something for every good they did, the world would forever be in debt. Do good because it is good, not because it is owed. That makes you someone's property until that debt is paid. And darling, no woman should ever let her be indebted to any man."

Setting the glass down she let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. "Are you trained? With you land types it is always difficult to tell. Especially these days and with women. I could not imagine trying to fight anyone in thirty layers of skirts and petty coats," she said as the small grin remained on her lips and danced in her eyes.

"Ma yaan u pool tak bejla'e' tuméen u culo in k'áatiko'ob teen wa leti' bin lúubul ka ka'ach juntúul xi'ipal táankelem." Marco laughed as he spoke and handed the rope over to the girl.

"Ba'ax a beetik ya'al le je'elo'?" the girl asked in a questioning voice.

"Chéen jump'éel sentimiento ba'ax in. Kutal asab bey bin yano'ob máak persigue juntúul ko'olele' kex leti'e' ma' tu k'áato'. In wa'alike' creía ti' u jach jump'éel caballero ken ma' leti' ba'a u jump'éel.."

"Ba'ax jump'éel acosador," she said cutting Marco off. Marco glanced over at Fyror came towards them.

"Exactly," he said before resting his arms over the tops of his knees. "Can I help ya?" he asked as the girl chuckled and hopped up. She walked around Fyror and then laughed before walking off whistling to herself. Pulling out a knife and twirling it in her fingers as she did.

Carlisle: Alright girls - your map has been updated.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Flight UA 2199: The man sitting next to Cecily let out a hearty laugh and shook his head as he got comfortable in his seat. It was a good thing they were in first class because had they been in business class or coach his legs just wouldn't have had any room what so ever. "Naw darlin'. I got assigned the case, well not really. I gots it transferred to me afters I got a call from an hombre I be knowin'," he said as he picked up his hat from his knee and laid it over his face.

The plane took off and he yawned, his pinky going into his ear and wiggling around a bit. "Dog my cats I be hating that poppin', ain't ever fun. Never understand whys people be flyin' drivin' so much better. Keepin' yer feet on the ground and all," he chuckled from under the stetson.

"Drinks?" the stewardess asked as she pushed the drink cart over and let down the trays. Placing a napkin on each and setting down a bag of pretzels.

Pulling the hat down Gavin looked at her. "Yes Ma'am. Gingerales is you be gottin' it," he asked respectfully as he sat up and set the hat on the tray. Looking back over at Cecily grinned sheepishly. "I just be doin' a solid fer a friend is all. Rangers tried to call him back and he ain't be up to handlin' the case but he says he met y'all recently. Asked me to come. Bless his heart and all but he ain't gonna be wantin' to burn any biscuits with his familia rights now. Joaquin is a bit high strung," he said with a chuckle as he took the gingerale from the stewardess. "Thank ya right kindly ma'am."

Flight AA 296: Will update next round.

Flight MSS 1: On the flight, nothing more was coming in from the TV screen, it went back to the movie. The pilot was back to flying, passing over the rockies now and exiting Colorado. The Stewardess was still tending to things at her little station behind the half closed curtain. Everything seemed calm. At least as calm as it could be that high up in the air after a hacked message came through and took over things for a bit.

Both of the mens phones went off. It wasn't a call or a text message but an email with attachments. The one to Keystone was stating that Precinct 1 wanted to talk to him about the triple homicide that took place under his watch. There were questions to what Keystone knew about the woman as she was assumed to be one of the ones that murdered both employees of MSS - Alicia and Lorna.

Ceasars was similar but it included the results of the investigation about Alicia's murder. It seemed that Marc Tinder was the culprit, and that it seemed he burned to death in the barn of Zoie Crawford. There was another culprit - Risa Couri, one of the women that was found dead at Queensguard after they had lost surveillance. It didn't give a lot of information. Just noting the case was now closed to the department and that apparently Marc Tinder had known Alicia personally when she was in college.

Grimm, Indiana: Ryan piled the kids and Cyril into his rental car and waved slightly as he spotted the women come out before driving off back towards the main part of town. There were indeed footprints in the yard. It was hard to tell if they were blood as they were drying quickly and leaving a dark crusty print behind that could have been blood or oil or mud even but a detective could easily spot the difference. There was a balloon still floating low and caught in a tree on the property outside.

A soccer ball came rolling down the street. The road was the one just south of them and it looked to have come from the direction of where the Sheriffs office was further into town. The graveyard was across the street from them. It was a well known location in town and one that Riley had probably been to many times having to had buried a lot of classmates over the year. There was a big huff in town about Chris getting buried there after Riley shot him but the family had gotten their way and he was buried there along with all the people he had killed over the years.

Beyond the Graveyard was another road and passed that in the woods Riley would know that was where laid the Infamous Grimm Asylum. It was where Cynthia was driven mad, where Ada went to visit her, where a lot of shit storms of people were housed that were tagged as Criminally insane through out the state. To the north east one could still see the smoke climbing up into the sky and the smell of burning forest was thick in the air. Ash slowly falling down. The smoke was more white than black right then but it was obvious it was still burning as the winds shifted.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (E9) -> Breakfast Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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It seemed the question of where they were to go from here was answered by the Lord of the Manor. Amaranthine looked up slowly and swallowed. "I am not going that way," she said quietly once Lord Ambesire left the room and the butler known as Jasper had filled them in on where they were going. They could go anywhere in the West Wing, that was good, it meant she didn't have to go following after the two men. Even if she did hear words she didn't strain to try to figure them out.

Standing up slowly, she grasped her instrument and kept her satchel held tight against her chest. There was a door to her right but that was closed off. The door across from her however was supposed to be open. Looking over towards Dr. Swamp, there was a timid smile from under her mask. "Will try that door," she said motioning slightly before walking across the open space and towards the other door on the west side of the room. Placing a hand on it she opened it and let out a sigh of relief.

A heavy smell of freshly cut fruit and drink wafted from the room into the Grand Vestibule. A smile brightened on her dark lips as she stepped in. A lovely spread was laid out as she walked into the room and cleared the door way so that she was not in the way of others. Walking by the long table the reached out and picked up a single small slice of cheese. Looking at it for a long time she finally took a bite and sighed. It was tart and creamy on her tongue.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕐our 𝕆𝕆ℂ ℕotes

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Your characters now have free walk to the West Wing of the Manor and the rooms north. Second Floor access currently is said to be off limits. Doors to the East Wing are locked. You may move up to 1 room at a time per post. The Map below provides names of servants currently in certain rooms - those will move. Of course your character will not know them by name until introduced. Names are only there for reference purposes currently. Dinning Room and Breakfast Room does have finger foods and drinks available laid out but it is clear this is not for large consumption. Seems to be there as a tiding over until perhaps later. Direct questions or rolls, direct message me for answers and such. Let's see what you do.

I will update the map as people move about - remember your headers people - If you move to a new room, make sure it is noted in the header. Shadowell Manor: Current Room -> New Room Use the labels on the map.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕋he 𝕎est 𝕎ing

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It seemed on the surface that everyone was on the same page, at least where understanding of the simple fact he had no qualms having any of them killed. "That will be up to circumstance," Lord Ambesire stated flatly. He was about to say more when it seemed that someone felt it would be a good time to break out into verse. The brow over the man right eye rose slightly as he looked too the man standing back by the door. There was a slow single shake of the head. The butler closed his eyes for a moment and breathed out sharply before opening them again. He leaned into the Lords ear and spoke in hushed tones. Lord Ambesire shook his head slightly and held a single palm up before turning his attention back to the group.

"I do not like guests in my home, especially uninvited ones. I have invited guests arriving shortly that will be taking up the vast majority of rooms I am willing to let." Looking down at the invitations he read over them. "And it seems none of you were invited for a single eve. Just the ball itself. So that will take care of housing concerns."

"The weather sir," the butler said as he eyes went towards the front windows.

"Yes Jasper, keen observation. Perhaps the servants quarters below us would do well enough for them." There was another lean in and a few more hushed words spoken between the two of them. "Yes, that would be prudent, thank you Jasper, tend to the arrangements." Jasper nodded and stepped back towards the door and then waited. Lord Ambesire looked back towards the group. "We will see how this evening goes, perhaps you will stay the evening, for now you are here and I will see where that takes us," he said before turning and heading for the door that lead further into the manor. Stopping and looking back at the group. "Whomever rid me of one more mouth to feed this evening, you have my gratitude," he added before leaving the room.

As he left Jasper finally addressed the group once more. "The rooms on the east wing are my domain, the Servants Wing. You are to refrain from entering. The rooms on the west wing and behind us are open to you currently. Remain on this floor until summoned elsewhere. Dismissed for now," he said as he pushed the main double doors open and headed through them. "Oh no you don't Lady Analia, back up those stairs this instant," he said with a wave of his hands. Nothing could be seen but there was a huff that could be heard from the stairs that grew silent as feet went up to higher levels in the manor.

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

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Vera Munn

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Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: History (Ancient Egypt), Mythology (Ancient Egypt)

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Vera thought on the question a moment, as to why the two were linked. "Well the similarities are no doubt there. Both are the daughter of each mythos' central God. Ra and Zeus respectively. Both are said to be a deity over women, children. Both never to wed or have children of their own but these are very broad generalizations. It would be as if to say that since Myself and Miss Clark here are in Egypt at the same time on this boat we should be twins. It is rather preposterous.

Especially if you were to look at the generational linage between the two. We would have to begin with Ra, for in this we find the lynch pin to remove the similarities. Ra is a child of Nun, the first in Egyptian Mythos. While Zeus, is separated from Gaia by two generations. This alone would set Bastet and her actual siblings on even comparison with Zeus and his siblings, and Artemis and Apollo would be more compared with Geb and Nut." Vera sat up more in her seat and shrugged a bit as she stirred a cup of tea. Refreshments provided on the table for the guests.

"Oh yes, I do hope so. I am most excited to be able to finally see this dig site, I would hate to have to put it off a single moment longer than needed," Vera said towards Lauren in a wistful voice before she noticed her uncle had come over with Mr. Benaszewski. She was about to say they were welcome to join in and have a seat, there was plenty of room after all but she found herself slightly tongue tied and then the sound of Lord Major ripped through the scene and she jumped slightly in her seat. Hitting her spoon against the edge of her cup and sending it right towards George. It hitting the tin side of his mask and then clanking against the table. "Oh my... did I do that?..." she said sheepishly as her face went beet red.

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George Benaszewski

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Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: Observation

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Hearing his sister, George coughed a bit and glanced over to with his single eye. His sister did always have a way with words and there was a bit if a smirk from beneath his mask. He hadn't been expecting her but he had to admit that it was nice to have a familiar face near by, someone he could be open with fully and even take his mask off around when it would just be the two of them. He did not think he would be able to do that for many months to come. Gene was one of the few people at the time that he could fully relax around. Perhaps the only one at that moment now that Peter was gone.

Yet even with those thoughts his attention stayed on Vera, watching her and actually more listening to her as he glanced from time to time around the main deck of the ship. It seemed they were nearly ready to go s the engines began to get a bit louder and the steam from the stacks thickened above them several decks up. He stood there quietly, listening, taking a glance around. He should have known better than to take his one good eye off Vera. Even when he heard the Lord Major! cut through all the noise as if it had been a dead silent room. Then he felt the small ting against the tin mask and looked back over to see what had happened.

Looking down he picked up the spoon as the boat finally began to pull out of the harbor and make its way up the Nile. He turned the spoon over a few times before looking over at Vera and seeing she was red as can be. "Mmm, glad I wear armor," he said as he set the spoon down over by her tea cup and then smiled at her. "You have remarkable aim mmmm," he added with a laugh.