Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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The lady glanced over towards Professor Walnut slightly as she kept a hold of Dr. Swamp and tried to ease his steps due to his injury. She bit her lip slightly. A slight thought passing her mind and it seemed to cause her a bit of nervousness. "From my experience, the perverse rarely think logically," she said as she glanced down and shook her head before looking forward again. What Quinton said had a bit of logic to it, well to her at least. She had seen smart people do stupid things and every so often seen the dullest of people do something that would leave others wondering where that stroke of genius had come from. More often than not though, she had seen some rather perverse people attempt such that made no sense to anyone that didn't have a streak of madness within them. It was not a set of memories she wished to dwell on.

It seemed it was time to keep moving, helping Dr. Swamp as he lead the way into the Central Hall. It seemed that those that had been in the Ballroom were coming their way through the Starry Salon. Most of them without their masks now, just as she and the two other guests she walked with were. Though it seemed that one had chosen to keep his on. Stopping in the middle of the Central Hall, she adjusted slightly. Looking at the stairs and then the group coming towards them, and then finally to the wounded man at her side. "Perhaps it would be best if we were to wait and see which route they take and fall in behind," she suggested before giving a glance towards where the mans wound was. "We shouldn't rush your climb." She seemed concerned, about him, and the fact that if he had to rush his steps it could make things far worse than they already were.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Updating Next Round.

Chicago, Illinois: It seemed that Caesar at least knew some of his bible. The end of days spoken about in Revelations seemed the be one of the most common items of interest that even the general public knew about. They had made enough movies about it that was for sure. "Depends on how one wishes to interpret them. Many myths and legends are based in truth. Fuck, even Odin was a real man at one point," he said as he opened his bible. Taking a puff from his cigarette before blowing it out, he began reading. "And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars." There was a pause as he looked over towards Caesar. Flipping a few pages he took another pull from his cigarette and flipped to another marked place in his bible. He started to read again. "And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer."

Motioning towards the item on his desk. "I figured that fucking thing was just some crude dice from a damn new age store until," he was saying as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his bible. It looked to be a photo of a much older sheet of paper. Handing it over to Caesar there wouldn't be really anything the man could read as it was in old Latin and the photoed piece of paper seemed to be nearly as ancient as the words themselves. The thing that stood out on it was a drawing of a similar looking object to the one that Atticus had placed on his desk, just larger and looked as if it would be opened and the papal seal. "That is a copy of the order by Pope Urban II to start the First Crusade." Snuffing out the cigarette Atticus pulled a bottle of liquor from his desk and two glasses. Putting a shots worth in each and sliding one over to Caesar. "Orders from the Pope to conquer. Not only to conquer but to search. To find the fucking Sidera Iunonis, Juno's Stars." Downing his drink he hissed slightly.

Claire glanced back towards Keystone. So they had looked into Natasha. "She wouldn't 'ave done nothin' that weren't for the better," she said before giving a nod. "Yeah, we'll get together and have a brawl. Be nice to throw some fists," she added before starting the jeep and heading out of the underground parking lot. She needed to go pick up her brother and tend to some more things. She would check in later and they had her contact information. She had her phone. The parking garage was rather empty and quiet right then, one could hear a pin drop. Any noise would echo through the concrete structure easily. It seemed he was all alone now and ready to hit the street to go pick up Caesar.

Adelaide looked over towards Robert and shook her head. "Not this one. It came and then Lawson died. I figured Marc would come pick it up or at least call or something. Never heard from him, didn't know he was gone until now," she said in a bit of a shaky voice as she sat down and shook off the feeling. Listening to what Robert was reading up on she shook her head. "No, I.." she said before trailing off. Moving over to him she read over his shoulder and quirked a brow. "Wait a minute," she said pulling out her phone and doing a quick internet search. Christopher Wallace, son of Chris and Patty (Fisher) Wallace. Son of a bitch... His mom was Patty Fisher?" Shaking her head she looked at the files. Swallowing hard she looked back at Robert. "I gotta go to Grimm."

Grimm, Indiana (Grimaldi Manor): No one answered when Riley called out and asked if anyone was there. It was quiet. Save for the music that kept playing over and over again as if it was on some sort of loop. It was creepy down there, for anyone. The place had been a lot of fun back in the day but now it was just a reminder to how things were before Prom. Before the murder spree during the reunion. Before so many had died. Sure the actual room itself hadn't changed over time but that didn't matter. Circumstance easily changed things more than any redecorating could have down there.

It seemed that everything was calm but if that sound system had been turned on, it had to be turned on by someone. It was highly doubtful that it could turn on by itself. And it didn't seem like there was anywhere someone could hide down there. And with as quick as Riley and Priya had made it down there from the time the music started, anyone that had been down there couldn't have made it up the stairs and hidden themselves elsewhere in the house without being spotted. Looking around though they wouldn't really see any clues but! After a few minutes, Riley would hear a bit of a raspy laugh, echoing, off in the distance somewhere. Priya wouldn't hear it but she would feel a bit of a draft coming from somewhere.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Updating Next Round.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom -> Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titian gave a cheeky grin towards Lord Bardolf. He knew he could be annoying, you know to those that had no taste but to himself he was a perfect gem. Why wouldn't he be? He was fun, cheery, strong and oh my oh so pretty. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirrors along the wall as they entered the Starry Salon he took a moment to admire himself. Adjusting his collar some before glancing over his shoulder towards the rest of the group pulling up the rear. It seemed everyone was coming along. Probably a good thing since even before the Lord Of The Manor had mentioned a drink he had mentioned dinner. Probably a good idea to fill ones belly. Who knew, this might be their last meal. If shit kept up that was.

One was already dead that he knew of for sure. No way splatter girl was still walking after that crash and clean up over at the front gate. And he was damn sure that the whole crushed skull and gun scenario had yielded another. Now thinking on it and looking around there were at least four others that were not present other than the two or three he was sure was with the dead poet's society. Wait, there was one now coming out of the Trophy room he and Walnut had went through earlier in the evening. "Shit man you missed a lot. Bridge went boom, we're stuck here a while, might as well get comfortable," he said towards the man he didn't know his name yet, but it was Cobalt and as far as the whole getting comfortable thing went, Titian was pointing to his head where his mask had been removed. Cobalt was the only one around them that still had a mask on, so he figured he hadn't heard yet.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕄oving 𝕆n 𝕌p

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Lord Bardolf cast a glance towards the tall man who seemed to have a lot to say while really not saying much at all. "Yes... I will keep that in mind," he muttered. The man was living up to the claim that he was obnoxious. Others were following and asking to join. "Yes, of course," he said as he moved from the Ballroom into the Starry Salon. Spotting a stray as it were, one still wearing his mask. He eyed the man for a minute. "This way," was all he said towards Cobalt as he kept walking. He let out a slight breath. Not everyone was there yet but he could always send the servants to seek out others if they didn't catch up and fall in line. He had already been given word about some shenanigans going on. As he walked he adjusted the ruffles along his cuff, his shoes clicking against the floor with each step he took.

Edna looked a bit disappointed when she was informed that the woman had not seen the girl she was searching for. "Well bollocks," she said as her lips scrunched up a tad. Her eyes widened a tad at the mention of the blown bridge. "Oh dear," she said before she continued on her way down the stairs. One of the men looked over towards Blush and shrugged a bit.

"I would imagine it was on purpose. I doubt people would blow up a bridge on mistake," he said with a slight chuckle before offering his arm. "Going up? Or shall you be continuing down?" he asked as he waited. He would not wait long as the other three continued on their way up the stairs. After a moment, with or without Blush, he would continue to ascend the stair case.

Quinton nodded towards Amaranthine before glancing towards Professor Walnut. "Sometimes the best defense is simply to play stupid. And sometimes even the greatest plan can fall apart to a simple slip. Either way I am sure Lord Bardolf will flush out who is responsible for the disturbance of his evening if they are not already dead," he said before he continued on his way from the Grand Vestibule and into the Central Hallway. Spotting Lord Bardolf through the open doors headed his way with more of the group.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Continuing

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There were a lot of questioning coming towards Management right then but it wasn't anything that Siduri wasn't expecting. Not that she knew what they were going to ask but she was dropping a lot of information on the group, especially the Emendators, right then. Perhaps it was something she should have done centuries ago but she hadn't. She had her own reasons to why she hadn't and there was nothing really to do to change it now. She listened, letting the questions come but not answering as of yet. So many were talking she was ensuring that her speaking would not cut another off. And then two more joined the so called family reunion. She started with the woman who had just come over. "If someone else wishes to later then so be it but I will not repeat myself," she said as she sat there. It was far too much to over and it seemed that she was not sympathetic to someone who just came over being irked. If she worried about such things then she would be worried constantly.

Turning her attention to Andromeda, who had been the first to raise a question over all the information she had given Siduri perked a brow. "You have a knack about you do you not? Yes, she could. Though most are birthed, the Creatures of Dark can evolve from light if a situation presents itself. Her ability over death I fear may have contributed to it. You see, for each one of you she creates, she looses a small part of herself. Perhaps there is little left, or even none at this point." That was a bit of a bomb to drop on the group.

Understanding Gilberts want to know what to do next she looked over to him. "Well when one does not know which direction to do, there is only one thing to do. Start back at the beginning." That was a bit vague. Did she mean start back when Evelina started to be more testy and become more moody? When she left? When she came into consciousness? Or something else. "Sometimes a beginning is merely an end to something else. Think, where do you believe would be prudent to start? Ben just sat there, smoking his cigarette as he sat on the ground, flicking the ashes away ever so often.

There was a bit of a nod towards James as he spoke. She wouldn't give him more and it was good that he didn't ask of it. He seemed, in his own way to understand more than he let onto. It seemed that Sophia had some questions of her own and was willing to give a brief catch up. Siduri waited and then looked to the girl. "No child, that is not something I would recommend. That is something he chose, that other Emendators will chose come their own time. A chance to live a normal life. One they wished for during their consciousness. He would not know this family if you were to attempt it. He would not be able to understand. Do let him be, he has found a peace we should not darken."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Psychology, Counseling

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There was no way of knowing how any of them were going to react to the way that Tatiana was acting. This was so far out of left field for her it was unheard of by any that new her. Tatiana never screamed, not like this. She didn't cry. Yes, there were times she wore her heart on her sleeve and you could see the pain or hurt or sorrow in her eyes but the way Tatiana grew up, it had lowered her reactions to how she reacted to the world. The good, now there was where it was crystal clear and shows in spades. She had been the happy one, the one that understood, that smiled and hugged people. The only time she ever knocked someone on their ass was when she jumped hugged someone and they lost their balance. This, seeing her so emotionally raw. No, this wasn't common. Her moods flipped yes but not like this. Not like this.

As Riley spoke, Tatiana shook. Her head turning slowly and her eyes narrowing as she looked at her friend. There was a murderous glare in her eyes. "Back da'fuck off." It wasn't a shout, it was cold and ruthless. It was a warning. She would be next if she got in the way. Tatiana looked to Ash as a brother. If she would hit him, she would hit a friend right then and perhaps not stop at one. Those fists were still balled and her knuckles white. The closest someone had gotten to this type of look was when Lorna had jumped Richard and beat him to within an inch of his life. One could say that Tatiana was harnessing her inner Bridgette.

Yeah, Tatiana may have blown her cover but there was no way of knowing how the people watching were going to take her actions. In fact they hadn't moved from their spot. Her eyes ticked as she turned her head back to look at Ash while he spoke. He was cold and emotionless. "Rasputin said same. Ruined nation, died any'vays. No time for lies, or excuses. I have no brother. He died when Nevnan fell." No yelling but that rage was still present. Not hot, but cold. There had been a cartoon so many years before the outbreak that one character had said of dragons that they breathe fire now and then. Mostly at people who poke it. Its inside an inferno, but its skin so cold, it burns! It was an apt description of the little ballerina right then. A raging inferno within and her words were so cold they burned.

There was nothing more for her to say as she took a strong step back from Ash, pulling her fists back, denying him any help to get off his ass. She was done with him. Maybe just for now. Maybe forever. Tatiana had never turned her back on anyone she cared about. She was even kind to the former resident Dick of Newnan. Pulling her wrist up she brushed away some of the tears and rubbed them on her gown. The look of rage was melting away, into one of disgust and disappointment. She didn't say anything else. Turning and walking passed Riley. Towards the table. Leaning down she picked up the coffee mug, a few pieces broke but nothing terrible. Gathering them in one hand that was still shaking as the other used the bottom edge of her robe to mop up the ounces of coffee. Standing she looked at Alexander. "Breathe." One simple word, still laced with hot emotion. A few steps passed him she let the pieces fall into the dish bucket and just stood there, trying to take her own advice. To just breathe.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: "Detecting"

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Taking a drink of his coffee, Wayne kept watching. It was no secret to those that knew Wayne that he wasn't exactly the social type. He was rather misanthropic about people, he really didn't like humankind even before the outbreak. Years as a detective had shown him the worst of humanity, or lack there of. People didn't need a reason to be pricks to each other, people were just naturally bastards. Bastard covered bastards with bastard filling. At least the majority of them. Not that they made an effort to be that way, they just didn't make an effort not to be. Wayne sure as hell didn't most of the time. It was probably why he got along with Hank. The two were a lot alike when it came to things and one was accepting that people were fuckwads and they were people to. People is people, or so the fucking Greek man in Muppets Take Manhattan had said.

Seemed it was a toss up whether the little mother was going to continue to open a can of whoopass on o'l Army Man, turn her attention to the blonde trying to talk her down, or who knew what else. While she wasn't screaming anymore, Wayne found himself physically cringing at her words. "Oh fuck, that's cold," he said into his coffee. Lowering the cup as Tatiana slowly walked away he watched her. He seemed to be studying her. Whether he was studying her actions or just her backside, well that was anyone's guess. "No shit," he said as he stood there, seemingly to answer a question or a statement to someone or something but it didn't make sense to anything that had been said around him. Especially when he looked over towards the air where no one was standing.

Ash had mentioned he was too stubborn to die and that one comment made Wayne's blood run cold. He physically shuddered at the thought. To never die? That would be hell. Like worse than hell. Nope, not for him. He'd hang himself first. Why he was so damn good at typing nooses. He knew if he wasn't put out of his misery eventually he would just off himself. He was okay with that. Death didn't scare him, living in his fucktastic world forever did. Hell he should have been dead by now but some how he was blessed with suck and still stuck wandering around. He didn't like the idea of being around more people but he would just have to fucking deal with. Especially if he wanted to keep getting coffee and that damn nice recliner.

Nigel had snapped at Hank and Wayne chuckled a bit. This was going to be funny knowing Hank. He was already imagining some rant of Hanks in his mind. The man had a flair for words. Turning his attention to the drunken prom date he whistled slightly. Hell hath no fury like a fucking red head," he chuckled before he started walking back towards his chair. Casting a glance towards Hank as he lifted his mug in a sort of cheers before stopping near Nigel. "Well it's either humor or we start singing. You really want me to start? Right now I have this lovely remix of Another One Bites The Dust and Let The Bodies Hit The Floor going through my head." Swatting at the air he grumbled. "No I ain't fucking singing Kumbaya you bucktooth feather brain."

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Year 5: Update

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Date: July 15th, 2012

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Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W)

Temperature: 94F (34C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 62% covered with thick dark clouds

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Camp Mexico Beach had brought in people over the years and they had their system down to a science it seemed but this had been the first time they had brought in such a large group of people in a very long time and it seemed that the people that had already come into the town was not going to be the last today. Through a pair of binoculars, another one was spotted off in the distance coming up the road. "Notify Admin, we have a single approaching."

"Admin, we have a single coming towards Whiskey Gate. Repeat, Admin we have a single coming towards Whiskey Gate." The radio crackled a bit.

"Rodger that, Doc will be notified, sending crew."

Guns were ready but they were not aimed. There was a bit of a squealing sound behind the gate and then it stopped, then it went again. Then the outer gate opened and two people stepped through the gate. One was an older man who carried an assault riffle. It was relaxed in front of him but he looked ready to shoot if need by as he gripped a half burned cigar between his teeth. The other was a younger man dressed in black with his sleeves rolled up. Under his arm he had a clip board, on his shoulder he had a small pack, and in one hand he seemed to be carrying a worn black book. He was rough looking but had a priests collar on. They stopped about ten feet away from the gate. "A lot of new faces today," the younger man said.

"Yeah, wonder if this one was left behind from the other group," the older one muttered.

"Could be," was the reply before the younger man held up his free hand in greeting. "Hey there, names Atticus, what can we do for you?" he called out as he lowered his hand. He didn't know if the man would turn around and leave and go fuck it, or if he wanted shelter. It was always a toss up when someone started coming towards their walls.

Back in quarantine time kept on ticking away and Preacher hadn't come back. He shouldn't have taken this much time but shit did tend to come up. Daytona came through the door and quirked a brow looking at the man on the floor. Huffing slightly she stepped over towards Major and Panama. "What happened?"

"Internal Conflict," was all the Major said. Daytona didn't seem to press the issue.

"Okay, well," she started before closing the space and whispering to the two. All three had a nearly silent conversation between them before Daytona left. Panama leaned back against the wall and turned his attention back to the group at hand. Major cast him a sideways glance before shrugging and looking ahead, her eyes following the woman who had knocked Ash on his ass. She had stopped yelling and backed off from the situation. Her brow rose a hair as the woman went over towards Alexander and not only picked up the pieces of the mug but dried up the coffee as well. Now she was just standing staring at the dish bin with a coffee stained hem to her robe.

"Girl is off her rocker," Panama quipped but Major didn't reply, she just stood there watching the woman as Panama's eyes went over the rest of the crowd. "But has a nice sucker punch," he muttered under his breath with a bit of a chuckle.

*Remember character sheets and psychology. No one remains calm all the time. Make sure you are reacting as the character would and tap into those main character traits and fears. Fears CANNOT be overridden, that is why they are there. These are your deepest darkest fears. You act irrationally around these. You cannot override them, ever.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: In the lovely Kirkpatrick house there was a solemn feeling eeping out of the kitchen as foot steps hit the back set of stairs coming from the upper part of the house. It was the butler and he stopped and looked around at the people there. "I see you have been informed of our losses," he said as he looked them over, obviously overhearing the tail-end of the conversation on his way down. Sighing he pulled up a stool and sat down. One of the scullery maids pouring him a cup of tea, which he took and sipped on it slowly. "The Lady Kirkpatrick has given us the rest of the day off from our duties as long as several meals are packed and put in cold storage for this evening for those in the house," he said before looking over towards Cook. "Do make sure it is tended to before you leave for the day if you would. The Lady says there will be a funeral service in three days for both of them, I must deliver a letter to the church to inform them of..." he said trailing off, those of the house knew who he was referring too.

As Maeve was looking around footsteps came from the sitting room. It was Rutherford. He was grinning slightly as he sauntered over towards the woman. "Well, you seem to look lost," he said as he popped a grape into his mouth. He looked her over and stopped as he spotted that she was holding something in her hand. His eyes narrowed somewhat. "What we do have there?" he asked in an accusatory fashion.

Coming from around the corner, Millicent was patting the back of her hair as if she had just come from freshening up. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting," she said in a meek voice as she lowered her hand. Rutherford's eyes held to Maeve's for a moment before grunting and looking over towards Millicent. He looked her over and noted she did seem to be better put together. "Are we leaving now?" she asked timidly.

Rutherford cleared his throat. "Yes, it would be best. Something has come up with the Earl and Lord Kirkpatrick, they will not be back until this evening. We should be leaving now," he said as he ushered Millicent towards the door. "Do tell you Mistress we are thankful for the hospitality," he said before walking out the door with Millicent and shutting it behind them. Looking around his eyes narrowed. "Where in the hell is our driver?" he said in an angered tone.

Port Annan: Things over in Port Annan were about as calm as could be expected right then. Ludwig was more than happy to eat away bouncing in his chair like a spring that refused to stop being sprung. Every so often holding up a piece of food for Dieter, his ferret not his brother. I mean, honestly, it would be odd to feed his brother considering he was dead. If he was a Soulless, then maybe it wouldn't have been as odd then again it could have been even odder to feed a soulless perched on Ludwig's shoulder like a ferret, named Dieter of course, but then again, this is Ludwig we are talking about. For all we know he did convince his brother to sit on his shoulder like a parrot or a ferret. Oh a parrot, that would be a nice pet, teach it to talk, ride it into the air, but he could fly himself. No, ferrets were much better a choice for a noble steed.

Money was taken and thanks was given. It was time to move on. While Ludwig might have been the odd one in the bunch but Vlad was the must more dramatic one and was catching a lot of eyes from people who were not very sure what to make of the man. Once the group was out the door, Ludwig waving brightly with a wide goofy smile, they all kind of exchanged some odd looks to each other before going back about their day. Ludwig popping his head back in at the last second, rushing over to the bar and grabbing his box before rushing back out again. Once the door closed, it seemed the place was as quiet as it had been since a Father Fuddles was in the place.

Outside, in the streets. It seemed that a young French woman was lost in the crowd. One that had been on the boat with them and was trying to get directions. Ludwig was not fond of the French and swerved a wide path around the other side of the street from her. Tucking his head down as he cradled his bag tight and Dieter rested on his shoulder, his ferret not his brother. How many times do I have to tell you this? Anywho, there was a random person willing to help Colette thankfully. "Why yes Miss, just follow this road to the edge of town and you will see the post and carriages, you can't be missin' it," the man said before tipping his hat and going on his way.

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Road To Gretna Green: Ny smiled and nodded, patting his knee roughly to her answer. "Tis good to hear. Yes, yes, very good indeed." He seemed pleased with the answer as he pushed back in his seat to make sure he was grounded as best he could be in the carriage. Even in the best types of carriages and on the best of roads they could be bumpy. This was neither of these but it did seem that the man that was driving them was able to make the best of a bad situation. But then again it was best to be safer than sorrier. Not safe than sorry because in this world everyone was a bit sorry and no one was fully safe. At least not really. Maybe in a mad mind, not a sad mind, but a mad mind they might be, but hey, don't tell a certain someone that. You know how he feels. He's never mad, not even when he is wearing a hat and drinking a lovely cuppa tea.

"Yes, do come to my home land. Oh yes, see the dark forest, we have creatures there that would truly scintillating to a Crypt of your nature. You said you know my friends student. Ludwig, did you not? He adores the dark forest and has traveled wide. Yes, do, please go visit and make sure to bring a tour guide lest you be lost in the dark," he said in a scary tone before chuckling, half expecting that she would adore getting lost in the dark. "So, my dear Virginia, quid pro quo. Tell me something about you that would surprise me. Yes, I believe I would like to be surprised. Not a surprise in which makes me jump or worry but something truly marvelous that makes my brows raised and lips turn upwards. Oh yes, tell me something only you know," he said turning the tables to the young woman. He felt it was only fair.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room -> Grand Vestibule
Skills: Dexterity, Charisma
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Amaranthine watched the doctor's expression. She was not sure if he was irritated or if he was relieved. Perhaps a bit of both as she was to be rid of her mask. Yes, it kept her face covered and therefor it was better to hide her identity but the constant dread that it would fall off, or get in the way combined with the annoyance of having something on her face at all times. To say having it gone was a bit of a relief was an understatement. She did however look a bit worried, that was clear as day as she stood in the Breakfast Room with Swamp. The woman seemed to constantly wear her feelings on her sleeve as it were. Yet, that did not stop her from slipping her arm around his waist from behind and helping him from the Breakfast Room, stepping over fallen plates and cups as they went, into the Grand Vestibule.

That worry seemed to grow as he spoke. And as she heard what Quinton had had to say about the situation. She nodded a bit. She had no reason to trust any of them but Swamp had been showing her kindness since the moment she met him. He had done nothing, that she knew of, that would make her doubt him. So as far as those that were there were considered, he was the one she felt she could trust. Granted, that could mean her end but right there she had no friends there with her. One person she had seen dead and now she was learning of a second, who was really the first, that had died before she arrived. A friend was needed around here it seemed and if Dr. Swamp could take out a man and take a bullet, only to still be standing even if injured, it was a start.

Clearing her throat she looked around and bit her bottom lip nervously. "It seems that perhaps there was a simple misunderstanding and we are all safer now without such a cold blooded murder in our presence. Perhaps it was he that brought us here? We can only hope and then," she paused as she straightened herself a bit, "we can all move on with less dark clouds hanging over our heads when we leave this.. house," she said in a voice laced with hope, a dangerous thing she knew but she had to hold onto that for now. Looking over towards Swamp she smiled slightly. "Think nothing of it, some of the most talented come from humble beginnings. I have been nursemaid to to those that would be considered far worse than you," she said in a kind voice. Turning her attention to the others. "Please, continue to lead the way."

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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Date: October 6th, 1924

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Notes: Remember - all directions are from the Docks. So if you want to go from one to the other you would need to head back to the docks and then go to another place. (Two rounds to get from one place to the docks, two rounds to get from docks to next place.)

To the left they would find the market and bazaar.
Straight ahead they would find the rose gardens and perfume dealers.
To the right there was a sign for Tours to Athribis and Leontopolis. Leontopolis was known for it's ancient tiles. Athribis was known as the birth place of Amenhotep and many artifacts in the museum back in Cairo held pieces from many a dig that had happened there, transported on rails by trains funded by a George Jay Gould. This is also where you will find the main train depot in the area.

*What is posted below is general observations stuff and any character would see. I will only take rolls for something very specific from here on out - 1 roll, 1 skill. Use skill roll form if you request.

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Market/Bazaar: Over at the Market and Bazaar there is an interesting mix of smell from the coffees and teas being brewed, the street vendors for food (much of which is on a stick and can be carried with one as they walk), there are samples of sweets and others boxed up for the buying, dates and pastries. Plenty of clothing and many a stall to tell belly dancer like costumes to the tourists. Some of course are more cheaply made while others look to have golden and silver coins of perhaps ancient nature strung onto them. If one cannot find an outfit they like there are bolts of silks and linens in bright colors woven with golden patterns in them.

There are also more modern stalls that sells watches, pens, clocks, diaries, and more. All with Egyptian flair. There are trade stalls where it looks like people are trying to pawn things or buy from a pawn broker. The battering is hard around here and it seems to get heated. Not only be the tone and volume of the voices but also from the fact there seems to be a lot of police standing around and making rounds through out the area. One can buy horses and camels, buy small pets, and cats are abundant roaming the streets. All in all, if it exists within Egypt, chances are one could find it here if they looked hard enough and could get a good bargain.

Rose Garden/Perfume Dealers: In all the city, this seems to be the only place where one does not see animals. No cats wandering around and one must leave any horses or camels or goats outside of the garden. The guards will not permit passing and there are high walls free of things for felines to climb. Though it probably isn't needed considering the fact there are so many flowers and so much honey about. Chances are there might be a bee or two around but from the looks of things, everything is calm. While there are many people there that look to be purchasing something, there are many couples here just seeming to take in the romantic oasis in the middle of a desert.

At each rose "station" - depending on color and type of rose - there is an explanation of the rose. What perfumes it is used in, whether they are for looking or for using as something more and some ancient information on them. Sad fact of the matter is, most of it is in Arabic. Only the actual name of the roses is printed in English as well. Over where the honey is, there are vendors, each honey looks slightly different, thicker or thinner, different shades. Some with honey comb in them, some without. And then of course there are the perfume vendors. Over by them the smell gets very strong.

Tours/Train Depot: All those headed to the trains will get there this round. J.C. seems calm and cool as he walks with Bella on his arm, making sure to keep the umbrella over her as the group heads towards the train depot. Everyone headed for the trains will be able to take note of each other. Richard and Faye will notice the group heading towards the train. Now since Faye and Richard didn't speak directly to anyone but NPC's last night, the PC's are not going to notice them anymore than any other in the crowds. The crowds are thick heading for the trains but there are enough to make it like a slow day at an amusement park or on the boardwalk. Faye and Richard will notice J.C. though since Faye spent time talking to him last night at the bar where Richard set himself on fire. Bella will comment in passing. "As facinating as the tiles that were made are, I would suggest Athribis, first. Much more mysterious. It dates back to the Twelfth Dynasty. Oh, about 18-1900's B.C. Quite the time, then during the middle kingdom. Did you know there was a demon by the name of Gilgamish that supposedly fought against the Second Great Empire during this time? Rather interesting. Many battles took place in these sands."

At the train depot, there will be a line to a stall that is selling tickets. Day trips to one or other location as closed as they leave early in the morning. One can now purchase a ticket to either location with notes that a second train will leave every so often to bring them back to the train depot here. If one wishes they can purchase a second ticket to go to the other location - ticket purchases for the day stop at 4 p.m. Last train leaves the sites at 5 p.m. Next train will arrive at 6:30 A.M. - There is a warning that if you do not make the last train you will be stuck there for the evening and there is no where to rent a room for the night as these are ancient settlements.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Zoie looked over towards Mali and chuckled a bit. "Guess that is the magic three. Wonder if the Illuminati is at fault, or fucking Juno in this case," she said as she found an exit just south of Gary, Indiana and headed off the HWY. "Looks like we have a McDonald's, Burger King, White Castle, and Panera. Surprised there's no Starbucks," she contemplated as they pulled up to a light and waited at the red. "Which for you? Thinking Panera is out best bet for something that won't make us hate ourselves afterwards," she added.

Listening to Mali go on about a zombie apocalypse she nodded a bit. "Yeah, probably. Be nice to think that during something like that, there would be a place where people could go and work together. Not so much to rebuild society. I figure if there are zombies we're all eventually fucked, but at least places where people can live a little but fuck, people are assholes so god only fucking knows. Probably backwoods fuckers like friends of mine growing up would survive since their already used to living without shit like electricity and don't mind being alone."

Chicago, Illinois: Atticus's eyebrows rose sharply. "Seems you are deeper into this than I thought," he said a bit surprised by the words that were coming out of Caesars mouth right then. Granted he hadn't said a lot of words but what he did say was rather eye opening. "And to answer your question, apparently it is what God wants of you. Atonement comes in many forms and well He has a fucking twisted sense of humor," Atticus added as he pointed up towards the heavens. Shrugging he pushed the dice closer to Caesar before leaning back in his desk. "That is a Roman Dodecahedron and on it are the Twelve Zodiacs. Twelve sides. Many say three is a Holy Number, that seven is lucky, that thirteen is unlucky, and well sixty-nine is the ultimate lucky payout for some," he laughed before waving it off.

"If I were to call the number Twelve anything, I would call it the Perfect Number. It is the twelve full moons in a solar year, the twelve of months in our calendar. Twelve years in one full cycle of Jupiter, brightest of the ancients wandering stars. Twelve Olympian Principle Gods of Greece, twelve labors of Hercules. And so many more in the ancient religions. And then in our own, twelve, this is Gods most sacred if you take the text seriously. Ishmael had twelve sons. Jacob had twelve sons who became the heads of the twelve tribes of Israel. The twelve Apostles of Jesus fucking Christ. Twelve Days of Christmas. Twelve Great Feasts. Oh yes, twelve, is the fucking number of God, no matter what name you call him by."

Sitting up he pulled out his bible from his desk drawer. It was old and worn, much older than he probably was. It was tabbed and post-noted on pages through out. "And then we come to the book of Revelations. Do you know what the Book of Revelations is about?" he asked the senior member of the Gonzalez family.

Claire looked over at Keystone and smirked a bit. "Then get the boss to put in clearance for ya. Remember I gotta get going. Dead friend and all," she said as she lead him back to the garage and pointed to the vehicle she had brought him over in. Pulling out another set of keys from her pocket she gave the man a once over. "Stay safe out there man, GPS is programed, just go reverse the previous entry to get directions back to the church. See ya man, I gotta run," she said before making her way over to a black jeep and climbing in.

Adelaide looked over at Robert and shook her head. "No, I never asked. I knew Marc worked for the FBI and was a former Seal. Lawson was a Marine, special forces. I knew if they had to send me something it was probably something I didn't want to know. Though I never suspected them of doing anything wrong. I'm usually very curious about things and want answers but something about all this just made me go it's best if I should just act as a delivery girl. Figured maybe they were just covering their asses," she said as she found the brown unsuspecting package and brought it over to a table, sitting it down and pulling the string on it. "I think Marc got transferred recently but Lawson moved there not long after the whole returning from the dead thing," she said as she pulled a chair over and had a seat.

Slowly and carefully pulling the string away from the box she set it aside and then started unwrapping the brown paper wrapping from the package. Pulling the lid off the box and looking inside Adelaide quirked a brow. "Oh, this can't be legal..." she muttered before looking over towards Robert. Sighing slightly she reached into the box and pulled out a folder and dropped it on the table. The folder had print on it. FBI - Classified. Then she pulled out another and another and another. Twelve in all. All with the same black stamp for the FBI on them, all marked Classified. Some old, some newer. Turning the box over she made sure it was empty before pushing it aside. "Why the hell would he send me classified FBI cases?" she asked as she looked over towards Roberts. It wasn't that she was really expecting an answer. More asking herself why the hell she had these.

Grimm, Indiana (Grimaldi Manor): The basement door was just outside of the kitchen. There was a weird smell in the air. Sweet and artificial. Like one would imagine a candy factory might smell like. The door to the basement was open but the light on the stairs was off. There would be a switch on the side of the wall by the door. When the lights get flicked on, it will light up only to the bottom of the stairs. There would be another light switch at the bottom for the actual basement. The stairs, unlike the rest of the house, look unkempt and creak with every step taken.

Downstairs, things look very much like they had back when Riley and Adelaide were in high school. There was a pool table down there, dart board on the wall. Refrigerator in the corner that was usually stocked with various sodas and food for the kids to munch on. Couches were about, chairs, curtains hanging over all the walls, a tv, and then of course, the sound system. Chris had helped install it for Adelaide's parents, he was really into electronics and such back then. The smell was even stronger down there and there was an empty bottle of Strawberry Quick by the turn table at the sound system, the plastic was still cold.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Roy chuckled a bit at the Wolverine reference. "Yeah but if I got claws and can heal, then fuck them," he chuckled. Looking over the town he nodded. "God damn, yeah. American Horror Story: Grimm - already fits," he mused as he drove through the town and headed for the police station. "Oh no, not at all. Seems perfectly normal. Does he know anything else?" Pulling up into an empty parking space he looked around. He didn't see the sherriff's car. "Oh this is great..." he muttered under his breath as he turned the car off. Opening the door, a bunch of chex mix fell out of the car and onto the ground. "Heh, oh well, food for squirrels," he added as he stood up and started brushing himself off.

Looking around he shut the door and moved to the trunk. Popping it open and pulling out Cecily's bag for her before slamming it shut. "Well, let's go inside and see what we can find out. Maybe someone else took Tim's car or maybe there know where he is if not," he added as he unfastened the clip over his gun. Something wasn't sitting right with him about all of this. "I really don't like this town." Hanging over the bag to Cecily he looked towards the Police Station and the light above the glass doors flickered. "Yeah, I really don't like this place. It's like I walked into a bad horror flick." Glancing towards Cecily he forced a bit of a smile before he continued. "Stay behind me, just in case." Patting her on the shoulder he headed towards the door of the police station.