Lady Absinthia

🦄 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. Information provided in World Narrative Updates will become less and less per round and more and more dependent on rolls calls.

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Market/Bazaar: Same as before for the most part - you have basic information on the bazaar and market place now. You will continue to see and smell the same things. What happens now, what you can discover, what you can understand and find - well that is up to you and the rolls. Most of your information now will come either as part of the roll results of what you call for, or direct interactions with people.

Rose Garden/Perfume Dealers: The man looked at her and nodded. Picking up two rose oils and three rose waters and setting them to the side. He pulled out some boxes to begin to pack them in for traveling so the glass containers they were kept in didn't break. Looking back at her he quirked a brow. "I could give many but they might not be what you are wanting. When I ask what you like I mean by tones. Anything can be made subtle or mellow or strong. Do you prefer the smell of woods or flowers? Musk or spices? Which kind?" he asked as he moved over and down the stall a bit to where there were small vials with
corks in them and motioned his hand over them. "Carefully pull the corks and smell, find one from each of these sections that you want," he said s he pointed to the 1, 2, and 3 above the different sections. "Then we can do a small test mix to see if it is what you are going for."

Tours/Train Depot: It seemed that people were starting to board the train. Over at the stall selling tickets, the man behind it called out in Arabic and then in English, repeating the same message only changing the time as time had passed. "Train to Athribis leaving station in 5 minutes."

Bella glanced over at Mahendra, there was the slightest of nods from her. "Yes, though I must admit it was a life time ago," she said before casting a glance in Gene's direction. Turning her attention back to the Lord Major she gave a small smile. "It is truly amazing how far we have come when it comes to modes of transportation," she said before taking J.C.'s arm once again and being escorted onto the train. Turning left and right, she made her way to a line of seats.

The train inside was set up that there were two seats on each side of the isle and each car had 8 rows. There were two passenger cars behind the engine. The seats were well crafted and of plush material but it was obvious they were getting regular use, a few of them had mending's on them but everything was well kept and tended to. J.C. took the window seat and Bella sat down next to him, she preferred the isle seat, it was easier to speak to people. J.C. got comfortable and grinned as he pulled out a toothpick and placed it between his teeth. "Oh yeah, this will work better than a bleedin' camel."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine glanced over towards Professor Walnut and quirked a brow. "My own experience." It was all she said before turning her attention away from the woman. Whatever people might have known about her public life, no one knew anything about her private life and she wasn't about to change that. Especially not to a person who had just shot the man she was trying to help up the stairs. Or would be once the others were out of the way that was. Though it seemed they would be waiting a tad longer. Her eyes following Quinton as he went to speak to the Lord of the manor. Most of the conversation was whispered but it was made clear that Walnut had just been outed to the rest of the group about shooting Dr. Swamp.

Glancing over at Justice Cobalt, she noted he hadn't removed his mask. She could understand wanting to keep it on. She hadn't exactly been happy about removing her own but considering they were stuck there for an extended amount of time, it would have to come off eventually. If one didn't remove it on their own, chances were in her book the Lord of the Manor would tell him to or it would fall off during sleep. Sleep? What were they going to do about that? She hadn't been in the Ballroom when that was addressed but she wasn't going to now. She just wanted to get Dr. Swamp up to the sewing room so she could get a look at his wound.

Looking back over at Dr. Swamp she shook her head and then looked towards Titian. "I believe we can handle it together, thank you though for the offer," she said in kind but firm voice. Seemed someone had questions to Lord Bardolf, good ones but she didn't like the idea of the person responsible for all this being trapped in here with them.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Chicago, Illinois: Adelaide looked over at Robert and sighed. "I'll leave after the tech gets here and you're coming with me," she said as she leaned back in her seat. "Patty Fisher, Fisher and Son's Funeral Home, Grimm Indiana. So yeah, this has to have to do with Grimm somehow. That family is the only funeral home in Grimm, has taken care of burials for nearly as long as my family has been in town. She's his," she said before tapping Wallace's file. "Mother. So yeah, it all goes back to Grimm. Always does.Like a fucking black hole of shit."

Standing up she went to a shelf. "I was always interested in history and reading growing up. Being in a small town where it seemed like nothing ever happened. I would go to the library a lot. We didn't exactly have a lot of books there. But we had a lot of news paper clippings," she said as her fingers went over what looked to be leather bound photo albums and scrapbooks. They seemed rather out of place considering all the old books she had. "So I started reading those, and photocopying them," she added as she pulled one out and started flipping through it.

Finding the page she was looking for she turned the thing around and tossed it onto the table in front of Robert. The headline read. "Patty Fisher, found guilty of Murder. Committed to Grimm Asylum." Sitting downs he pushed her hair out of her face. "We were always told nothing happened in Grimm. Thing was, it did, it was just that no one would talk about it."

The streets were fine and Keystone would get back to the Church without issue. In the church Atticus shrugged. "Could be but from what I have gathered, the church had four of these at one time and that was when it was at it's most powerful." Taking a long pull from his cigarette he looked down and picked at the edge of his desk. "Hitler was rumored to have four of them as well." He smirked a bit. "They're said to have some type of power. I doubt I believe that shit but you would be surprised what someone can do if they believe in something strong enough."

Looking back over at Caesar he shook his head a bit. "I don't know, this is the only one I have come across. Don't seem to give me any magical powers but who knows maybe I'm just not fucking using it right."

Road To Grimm: Zoie shrugged and turned on the blinker. "Works for me," she said as she waited for an opening in the traffic to turn. It didn't really matter to her. With everything that was going down and the fact that her main contact with Juno was now dead, not to mention her contact with the FBI had burned up in her barn, she was pretty sure she no longer had work with either of them. It might be a good idea to once she was done with this whole Tinder thing, to pack her shit and high tail it back to Leesburg Georgia and see if her dad needed help in the garden or if Master Seo wanted her to teach a few kid classes in the evening at his Tae Kwon Do school.

Finally an opening happened and she turned, heading for the McDonald's. It didn't look too busy, it was after lunch but before dinner. Pulling up and getting in line at the drive thru, there was only one car in front of her from what she could see and they were at the order speaker. Looking over the menu she glanced towards Mali. "What you want?" she asked as she looked things over. After a minute, the person in front of her pulled up and around to go pay and collect their food. It was her turn to order. Pulling up she leaned against the window slightly.

"What can I get ya?" some kid said through the speaker.

"Twenty nuggets, large coke, large fries and," she started before pausing and glancing over at Mali, waiting for her order.

Grimm, Indiana (Grimaldi Manor): Same thing. Layout same, smells and such the same. The noise that Riley heard seems to have faded away. As far as what Priya felt, draft wise, she is still feeling it. Wish I could give you more but can't right now. So go over what the characters are seeing and feeling or have heard and go from there.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Roy cast a glance back over to Cecily and raised a brow. "Hey! It's been so long don't you try to cock block me!" he said before looking around again and muttering under his breath, "I seem to go enough of that myself." Taking a few steps towards the police station he chuckled. "Yeah, ex-wife said that too." He wasn't lying, there had been more than one occasion where she had told him he was a slob. Maybe he was but right then he didn't care. The lights flickered above the door that lead into the station and Roy pulled his gun as he couldn't see inside.

Reaching forward he pulled the door open slowly. It was dark inside, the red light from the exit sign at the back door the only real illumination in the place. Then the light flickered again and came on more steady. That painful office lighting. "Divine." It was the voice from the Candy Crush app on Grace's phone that she had been playing a while ago when Priya and Riley had been in there. Thing was, Roy didn't see Grace around. Walking over to the counter he shoved his gun over as he looked. No one was there but Graces phone was left there and there was a crack on it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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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) & Q6 (East Gate)

Temperature: 94F (34C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 51% covered with thick dark clouds

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At the gate Maddoc watched Victor with a keen eyes and they narrowed. "Why does everyone who comes here needing help think they are entitled to question shit when we are out in the open and deadies could bite their ass. Possessions won't do shit if you get bit." It was harsh but it was truth. Maddoc was of the mind set that beggars should not and could not be choosers and frankly after earlier in the day, he didn't want to listen to questions again.

Atticus looked at Maddoc and rolled his eyes. He believed the same but they were at the wall and had snipers above them. Looking back at Victor he held out his hand. "You can keep nothing but the clothing on your back for now. Everything must be searched for drugs, weapons, and cleaned to ensure no one gets sick. We have 300 people inside our walls. Personal items will be returned after the 1 week quarantine. All will be returned if you decide to leave. Once you step inside that gate though, you are in quarantine for the week no matter your decision."

"Your choice Napoleon. Hand everything over now, or we walk without you," Maddoc said and Atticus gave the man a look as he kept his hand held out. There was a honk from behind the gate. "Docs here, now or never."

"Come on man, would your loved ones, dead or alive, want to you to turn away help for what is out there?" Atticus added. This was Victors last chance, if he didn't hand things over this time, he wasn't getting in the gate and that was made obvious as Maddoc started stepping backwards towards the gate as he watched the man.

Atticus smiled a bit as Victor handed his things over. It was good that while the man had questions he offered his things over anyways. It was a testament to the man. "Nice, don't worry man. We've got ya," he said as he took the stuff and and gave a thumbs up to Maddoc.

"Open the gate!" Maddoc called up and it wheeled open. Inside the gate was a jeep with a man driving it, he was in scrubs. Another gate was behind him. Seemed they had a double gate system. The man in scrubs climbed out of the jeep and ran over, holding his stethoscope in place as he jogged.

"I'm Michael, everyone just calls me Doc. Let's get you in the jeep and over to quarantine. Get you cleaned up and a basic physical. Gonna have to draw some blood, hope you are okay with that," he said as Atticus took Victors things and walked passed the gate and put them carefully into the back of jeep before climbing into the drivers seat so that Doc could keep an eye on the man. "Need a hand or can you get into the back seat on your own?" he asked. The jeep was a old rag top without the top or the doors. If the man needed help he would give him a hand. If not, he would just walk next to him and climb in to the other back seat once he was situated. Once everyone was inside the gate and it was all clear. Maddoc gave the order to close the gate and climbed into the front passenger seat, waiting for Preacher to start it up.

Back in Quarantine, Panama looked over at Tatiana as she came over. She didn't seem to be any danger and looked to have calmed to some point. "Just toss them against the wall there for now Lil' Momma," he said as he motioned beside him and Major. The Major just kept watching her, giving a slight nod towards Tati in confirmation to what Panama had said. They could clean them out later as more changed. As Ash came over, Panama seemed a little more tense but he still wasn't doing anything. It seemed that Ash wasn't going to take revenge on her for hitting him, in fact he was the one apologizing. Major quirked a brow and watched.

Their attention was diverted when Beatrice tackled Monroe and Panama let out a huff as he thumped his straw cowboy hat up a bit. The Major simply observing, and catching sight of Hank seeming to cut of Wayne walk towards the kid that was just put to the ground. As Nigel asked if anyone was going to stop the madness, Major shook her head. "Everyone fights, it's what happens after that matters."

Panama rolled his eyes. "We ain't babysitters, and you ain't kids. Seems some of y'all ain't easy to get along with and some of y'all are a bit of a bitch but hey stand there wanting people to do shit for ya. Our job is to make sure you don't leave until yer cleared by the Doc and Gunny. So why don't ya nut up or shut up fella. Shit, watching y'all I'm surprised Lil' Momma ain't decked more than one of ya, and Juggernaut there, bitch got a nice way of diffusing a situation. But hey, that's just my opinion," he said as he popped the rim of his hat up with a thump of his finger. "Hey, what you think Peanut Butter?" he asked directing his talk to Wayne, who seemed to be trying to move towards Monroe but his buddy was cutting him off.

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Tatiana Newnan

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

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Tatiana looked behind them as Panama told her where to put her gown and robe now that she had changed out of them. She balled them up in her hand and tossed them over. She looked to be calming down and looking a little nervous again. "Dank you," she said to them. She heard what was said behind her but she didn't move. Just cringing slightly at one of the replies. As Ash came over to her she wondered how it was going to go. It could have gone multiple ways. He wasn't exactly the easiest person to get through to, she had learned that first hand when she was trying to get him to deal with the loss of Alicia. That had taken a while and she had had James to help. That was a long time ago and they were both different now. Her more than him. Her head turned as he spoke and she nodded slightly, biting her bottom lip. She could hear the emotion in his voice and when he admitted he needed help she sighed a bit. "I knov you do."

There was a stop in what she was saying as the major started speaking. "₁да," she confirmed to Major before looking back at Ash. The ballerina looked a bit sad. She hadn't wanted to hit him but it happened. "Vas only vay to get through to you," she said as she tilted her head and sighed a bit. There was method to the little woman's madness. She knew Ash, probably better than anyone at this point. At least mentally. If he wouldn't talk to her, she knew she had to knock some sense into him somehow. The fact she had been holding in a lot of her own pain at the time, that he had dismissed her. It was simply a trigger. There may have been a better way but not a faster one in her mind. It was better to get his attention the physical way. Like ripping a bandage off or popping a joint back into place. He'd been in some dark places before, she wasn't letting him get there again.

It seemed that Tatiana wasn't the only one that figured that sometimes it was better to take a physical approach towards a situation. Her head snapping around to see Beatrice had pinned Hunter to the ground and then threatened to snap his arm. That had not been expected but considering she and the woman who had asked Tatiana to teach her to dance seemed to be protecting the man without a leg, it wasn't surprising.

It was time to deal with another matter, turning she walked over to her husband. Kneeling in front of Jack she let out a sigh. "Stronger because of pain. Jamie fine. He baby. Cannot shield him from everything. Shouldn't. Make him veak. Veak no survive. He heard vorse. He seen vorse. He vill see more. Cannot stop. Shouldn't. Must learn to survive. I did, alone, for months, with newborn. He can handle," Reaching out she brushed back her sons hair and he giggled, she smiled at him. "Dat's my boy." Looking back at Jack the smile faded. "Ash is family too. Not pretty but needed. Vould do same to you. Be protective yes. Not to point vhere veakness vins." Standing back up she kissed her husbands brow. "Nothing to stop you from giving me hug after that. Protection come many form." It seemed she was a bit disappointed in her husband as well. She didn't want him stepping into the matter when she slugged Ash, but afterwards, he could have at least gotten off the couch. Baby or no, she would have for him. If she couldn't count on him for some form of comfort when she was dealing with her worst, when could she count on him?

Looking back at Ash, Tatiana sighed a bit. "I vill help you," she said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She would have said more but then took a bit of a turn and her head turned on a swivel as she heard Panama talking and Wayne taking the deepest breath she had ever heard. Her brow quirked as she looked towards the man that had helped get her and her son food.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Detecting (Nat 20 roll)

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Wayne had a lot of personality. Most of it was bad. He was self-loathing, he hated himself. He had a big mouth, a short fuse when it came to somethings. He really didn't like people even though he liked being around people, it was a contradiction and it rarely worked out for the best. He knew every bad and dark thing about himself and his mind was in a very hellish place right then as he moved towards the kid who had mouthed off at the mother. Hank jumping in front of him probably wasn't the best idea but if anyone knew Wayne, it was Hank. They had known each other before the outbreak, even before Wayne had taken a trip upstate to the mental institution. He stopped and looked at his hetero-life mate. His eyes glazed over. Oh he had ideas for the kid. Ripping his tongue out and serving it for dinner was one of just a dozen little ideas rushing through his head.

There was a demented grin on his face when he was asked if he had any ideas. "Oh I got ideas," he said in a sick voice. His eyes never left the kid as he looked over Hanks shoulder. Thing was because he was looking he caught the full show of Beatrice pulling a WWE move and knocking the kid to the ground. "HA!" he laughed as he watched the kids body crumple to the ground beneath her. That was a hell of a tackle. "Dropped him like a toilet seat!" He was smiling right then, broadly, too broadly.

That was about the time he heard Sportacus spout off about someone stopping the madness. Turning his head his smile turned into a twisted grin. "Madness? This! Is! Sparta!" Yeah, Wayne wasn't exactly the most likeable fella and when Panama went on his little speech he just stared at Hadrian before turning his head at the mention of peanut butter. Then he noticed that was directed at him.

"Me? Oh you want my opinion? On them?" he said motioning around the room. Wayne might have been nuts but he wasn't stupid. He was observant and efficient. He had once been a hell of a detective and while he was no fucking Freud with a big couch and cigar fetish, he could notice a lot by the way spoke and reacted to situations. The fact he was in a mood to beat someone's ass and he had a nasty streak of ruthlessness in him, he was about to probably become the most unliked man in the group.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood with his legs a bit more than shoulder length apart. His robe and hospital gown tucked under his arm and the belt still wrapped around one hand. He seemed to be inhaling a very deep breath, until his lungs couldn't hold anymore. "Let's start with the Lost Limb Brigade. One handed Wanda over there, ain't afraid to get in the middle of shit even if she is lacking a palm to bitch slap people with. Kuddos. The Hulk there, got a tackle that could knock The Rock on his ass, I'm taking her as the leader of her group. Peg leg over there, he got some shit. Older than me. PTSD that's gotta learn to crawl out of the jungle. Charlies dead man. And Gramps of the group is just figuring he's too old for this shit. Now my little group of miscreants well, Jelly to my Peanut Butter here. He just a cranky sarcastic old man who just wants a steak and a beer. Sportacus there, he's got a stick shoved so far up his ass he can't ever take a joke. Those who can do teach. Am I right? But he ain't bad and is a bit of a baddass. Our token white girl, she's as stubborn as an old mule and has trust issues but hey, she ain't half bad and has a nice ass."

He stopped but only for half a second to take another deep breath and looked over towards some more before he continued his fast paced rant. "Now onto the fucking worst family unit in history. We got Captain, my Captain fucker over here. He's got more issues than Playboy. Waiting for him to go all Hyde on someone's ass. Feed him to the fucking corpses? Nice one man, I like that. I'm stealing it. At least he knows he has issues. Daddio over there, oh ain't you the winner of Husband of the year? You're woman obviously could use a fucking hug but you couldn't bother to get off the damn couch. Pick up the damn kid and at least hand your wife a tissue. Or you waiting for her to kick ass and then get in the kitchen and make you dinner? Oh and let's not forget the Sinead twins over here. One having a nervous breakdown, and one walking away from her, to another non-issue at the fucking time. Bitch commit to one person with a fucking problem before trying to stick your nose into shit."

He laughed and held out his shit to Hank, if Hank took it great, if not, his hand opened anyways and it hit the floor. Looking towards Panama he continued. "You, I'm figuring you're an ass, likes to stoke the fire and have some fun. We need to grab a beer. Major darling there, that bitch is cold hard core something. I'm figuring she's one that has about as nasty of a left hook as Red over there. Your preacher has probably taken more souls than he's saved. Maddog only wants people to shut the fuck up so he can do his job. And Sweet Daytona, I hope she's fucking single cause I'd love to do a whirl around the world with her."

He was stepping around a little now. "Don't think I forgot about you two," he said pointing towards Tatiana and then Hunter still pinned on the ground. "I just had to save the best for last." Walking over to Hunter he squatted down. "Now kid, you've been threatened twice and knocked on your ass once. I'm going to be the nail in your fucking coffin. You don't know shit about shit. I want to clue your fucking ass in. One, she obviously Russian. Heard her talk? Two, she's a fucking mother. Ever heard of Momma Bear? You think what she did to Cap' over there was bad? I bet that ain't shit. Now, follow me here. She's alive with her family, as fucked as they are, together. You're a god damn kid, with no one. Seems she knows a bit more about surviving than you do. You're lucky she didn't rip your throat out with her bare bands. You're lucky I didn't. You're lucky the worst you got so far was knocked on your ass. See that kid of hers? He ain't made a peep during all this. He's happy, healthy, and don't react to shit. She's obviously done a fucking better job at raising him than your did you. So let me tell you this. If you ever speak to her or any mother like that again, I will personally rip every last tooth out of yer fucking jabber jaw and string it on a necklace. Capisce?"

Standing up he looked over towards Panama as he started stepping towards the pair of recliners. "Me? I'm a crazy fucker who sees a talking bucktoothed fucking fairy-corn who won't shut the fuck up about being nice. That ain't me. But you know what? I always knew I was an asshole but some of you fuckers. I doff my goddamn hat to you, if I had a hat, because you make me seem like good guy and that take some shit." Shrugging he plopped down in his recliner and put his feet up. "At least, that's what I think but hey, I'm an asshole." Funny thing was, during his entire rant, he didn't raise his voice once. He just laid it all out there. Either he didn't give two fucks or he was off his meds. Probably both. Wayne Zero-Fuck's Maldonado people.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Central Hall
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titian looked at Cobalt and noticed that his hand went up and then right back down. He wasn't removing his mask apparently. That seemed odd, everyone else had removed theirs. Him keeping it on would actually draw even more attention to him than if he had taken it off. But hey, it wasn't his problem and if he wanted to wear that thing, more power to him. For all Titian knew the man had a larger scar on his face than Titian had on his own. Maybe it was better for everyone that he kept it on. Walking from the Starry Salon over into the Central Hall, it was where the stair case was, among other things. He caught one more glance of himself in the mirror before finally exiting the Starry Salon fully.

Once in there he kept walking and stopped as he spotted Quinton and some others. Took him a minute but then he realized just who they were. The first one that got his attention was Amaranthine. His brow quirked as he looked at her without her mask. That wasn't what he had expected. Not that he had actually taken the time to expect anything but he was still surprised. She looked tougher than she acted. She looked to be having to help another walk. Oh yeah, Dr. Swamp. Well he looked like he could use some sleep and of course, he wasn't impressed by the mans looks. I mean he wasn't totally unfortunate but he was no Titian. He chuckled some to that thought before finally locating the petite Professor Walnut and he grinned at her. First time he had really been able to see her eyes, they both did and did not fit her face. Made her different, but then again, she had already proved to him, that one couldn't under-estimate her. He gave her a bit of a wink.

Then looked over towards Amaranthine, whom he had spoken with in the hallway earlier. "Want me to carry him up?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Lord Bardolf continued on his way, moving from the Starry Salon into the Central Hallway and towards the stairs. He potted Quinton with several others that seemed to be following them, one of which was injured. He stopped by the bottom right stair case and rose a brow. "Report?" he asked. Quinton stepped forward and whispered against his ear. The lords eyes narrowed a bit. "Another dead?" he grumbled the question and Quinton nodded. Rubbing his temples she shook his head. "Make sure it is cleaned up." Quinton nodded again. "And that one?" he asked motioning towards the now demasked Dr. Swamp.

"Shot sir," Quinton said stepping back from the Lord. The look Bardolf gave him was an obvious questioned expression on his features. "That one," he answered the unasked question as he motioned towards Professor Walnut. "Guns destroyed."

"Take care of matters," Badolf said before moving up the stairs. "And any stragglers." Casting a glance towards Moss. "As long as any can remember," he said to the question of how long the manor had been there. "And my family has been residing here as long," he said. That was not an uncommon thing. Such grand places and buildings were not products of times in recent history. They had been built before the books had gone blank. As much as anyone knew, that was before the storms had come.

Quinton stepped back over to those he was leading as the lord began to ascend the stairs, "we'll wait until they are mostly on their way," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Edna had left the stair case on the flight down, through the doors that lead to the balcony that over looked the Ballroom, shutting it behind her.

The man in which Blush was speaking to shrugged a bit. "I am sure that Lord Bardolf will be looking into the matter. He isn't exactly known for allowing things to happen on his property without punishment. Though, what help could other's provide us? Even if they had access. Snow has set in and who would dare enter the grounds without an invite?" he asked as he cast a glance her way before continuing up the stairs back to the landing on the next floor.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Rocking on his rear-end, Ben draped his arms over his knees and listening. Mostly just staring at the ground but somewhere in the middle of everything that was being said he cast a sideways glance towards Siduri and and seemed to smirk. From her came a bit of a nod before she began addressing the group once again. "Would you want to alter a time line such as that? For they have been as long as you have. To alter their history could very well eradicate your own and all subsequent. Is that a risk you are willing to take?" the woman asked in passing as she sat there.

Quirking a brow she tilted her head to the side towards Gilbert and then to James. "No need for a public lashing, the child merely was expressing her own, and one cannot expect her to be aware of ancient ways or even classic ones. Tis no failing on hers but on her teachers. Sometimes is best to teach and correct in private unless ones wishes the same treatment in return," Siduri quipped towards the two men who had spoken of Faith. She gave the woman a bit of a wink, it was reminiscent of how Evelina would wink when she was diplomatically correcting a situation but obviously taking a side in a discussion. Brushing past it she nodded though. "Yes, within the walls would be preferred, do show me your home if you wish."

On that note, Ben stood up and brushed off the grass and dirt from his rear before taking the umbrella from Siduri and holding it over her head before taking her hand as she stood. Looking at Andromeda she motioned towards the house. "Very right you are. I came to speak with, not of, her. And that matter was of Niburi, the point of transition." Walking slowly but steadily as Ben kept the last rays of the days light from touching her skin with the umbrella. "How do your people put it? Oh yes, end of times." It was rather matter of fact when she spoke. As if she had just said there would be rain tomorrow.

Siduri continued on her way with Ben at her side. There was a glance towards Bart and she stopped. "For someone who professes to be out of his depth you do jump in with both feet first do you not? But I would wager, depth or not, that you would be correct. Yet," she began before she continued walking and speaking at the same time. "Perhaps it is not yours to seek that which does not wish to be found? Is ones own curiosity breaching forth and crossing a line? To force ones owns want in the seeking of answers despite her insistence that you do not? Is that care? Or is that petty selfishness under the guise concern? Humans are such complex creatures. Though I could be simply thinking from a different time. It has been known to happen."

Glancing towards the woman who was irked earlier. "Though if you all truly wish to seek her, I believe that she," Siduri said as she motioned towards Faith, "would be able to rather quickly." There was a turn of her head and a glance towards the house as a brow quirked. "Apparently, one has chosen to no longer deal with a second life." Shrugging she looked over towards the Emendators that were present. "Some are just not strong enough to deal with more when it is given to them.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

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Kirkpatrick House: The driver looked over towards William and noted he was starting to go. It was probably a good idea. Taking a bite of his food he then pulled out a piece of linen from his pocket and wrapped up the rest, downed his tea, and stood up. "Yes, thank ya kindly," he said before heading towards the door.

"Of course, safe travels," Cook said before they left. The driver made his way down the back steps, a crust of bread still in hand as he waddled around the back of the house and towards the front. Every so often taking a bite from it. He jumped slightly when he rounded the front of the house to see Millicent and Lord Rutherford standing there. The Lord Rutherford looking anything but happy about the situation, and Millicent biting her bottom lip slightly in what one could only assume was worry.

"Where in the blazes have you been?" Rutherford snapped as he walked down the front stairs, Millicent on his am but seemingly more in tow than anything else. The driver started moving quicker.

"Sorry Mi'lord, we saw that Lord Egerton had left and thought it would be a while, our mistake," he said as he rushed over to the carriage, shoving the bread into his pocket and opening the door for them. Rutherford seemed less than pleased with the explanation as he lead Millicent over to the carriage and ushered her into it.

It was a few moments after the front door closed that Lady Kirkpatrick came out of her room and appeared at the top of the stairs. "Have all the blithering idiots left my home?" she asked as she put her hand on the rail and started to walk down the stairs. "It is surely bad enough when I have to deal with one idiot that I am related to but when he brings in more, it is as if I have a congress of bumbling buffoons under my feet."

Making her way down the bottom of the stairs she glanced around. Seeing it was only her and Maeve about she sighed in a huff before glancing towards the girl. "Don't know about you but I could use a drink, what say you?"

Port Annan: There was a dip and dive, a duck and a doge of the people around him as Ludwig kept moving as quickly as his feet could carry him and as far away as space would allow from the woman. Spinning around in place he looked over towards Vlad. "I, oh hu hu hu, blah blah blah, French! Baguette, Croissant, conquer, no up, look down, hu hu hu," he rambled on. It seemed that the German man had no like of the French woman and was doing his apt best to stay away from her now that they were not on the boat. It was no secret that the Germans in general were not fans of the French, especially after their occupation of their homelands. Seemed Ludwig was of a general mind, even if muddled.

"Yes! To ride, on the wind!, Dieter, my ferret, not my brother, go to Fire Walker, I be there in a flap of a wing, not the shake of a lambs tail as I have no tail but you have a tail so shake it," he said. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, jumped down and scurried through the crowd towards Constantin's horse as Ludwig dipped into an alleyway. A look, a grin, and down down down he went. A dip and a dive and a little flight and there he was at the horse and climbing into the saddle bag along side Dieter, his ferret not his brother.

Oh yes, very nice, very nice indeed. Swift as winds we can go now. Yes, yes, far far away from French, blegh!" Ludwig said as he curled his tiny hands over the seam of the saddle bag and looked out. He wasn't mad, he was glad, he was always glad, people called him mad but he wasn't. But he could be, maybe, around the French he could be mad but no, right now he was glad, not mad, to ride, and hide, with Dieter, his ferret not his brother, by his side.

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Road To Gretna Green: Ny sat there listening to the young Crypt woman. It seemed she had to think on it for a long while. That or the time that ticket in his head was far slower than the time that was actually passing. It could be that way sometimes. When one was actively doing something the time could seem to slip by like sand through open fingers but when someone was waiting on something, those sands stopped as if one had closed their fist fight, refusing to let a single grain pass through, a single second. Or maybe he was just old and going senile. Could be but then again, for someone of his line, what would be the difference?

As she finally spoke and gave him a tale of her own, he didn't looked surprised but he did look a tad intrigued. As she spoke he dug into his robe and pulled out a journal. It seemed to be on similar in nature to the one that Ludwig had used back at the Circus. Not the one he only drew in but in the one he kept his notes in of his travels. The thing was Ny's looked to be much thicker and much more worn out. Perhaps from the longer life that he had led. "Yes, mmm, yes," he said to her mention of perhaps seeking Ludwig as a tour guide through the Black Forest. "Ah, yes. Here is it," he said muttering and speaking more to himself than to Virginia. Running his finger over the page before snapping the book shut he looked over to her.

"He's alive, in India."

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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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: Hustle and bustle of the Market and Bazaar kept whirling around. It seemed to be the main destination of choice for any visiting the town. One could easily spot a few here and there that had been on the boat and disembarked with the others. Through the whirling sounds of people moving about, horses ninnying, camels grunting, goats bleating, people bartering it was a constant assault on the ears. Though it did make picking out the rare English speaker easier to pick out as it was as out of place as a pig dancing at a ball.

It could be difficult to breathe here and there, not from smoke or anything, but from the onslaught of different smells converging. From the food to the animals, one moment it could be pleasant and then next it would be like a barn. Sadly, one had to watch where they stepped as well. The animals that were for sale or being used as beasts of burden were not exactly cleaning up after themselves, and cats liked to dart through the crowd. The cats seemed better at steering clear of things than people did, much more used to having to make sure they were not trampled.

Two vendors close to each other seemed not to sell as many items as others but it looked like they were set up for a different main business, repair. A cobbler (shoe repair person) was sitting on an upside down turned bucket renailing the sole of a shoe. A few nails held between his lips as he worked. One next to him, a few feet away, looked to be working on a small trinket of a box with some tools. It looked to be a music box of sorts that he was repairing. They would exchange words every so often between each other while they worked.

Rose Garden/Pefume Dealers: Looking up at Mosi an older man stared at her slightly as she spoke before rambling off a slew of words in Egyptian Arabic. He was still in mid talk, holding up bottles here and there, when a younger man came up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. The two exchanged a few words before the older man shrugged and nodded, setting down a bottle he had been holding up down and walked to the other end of the stall and started talking to a couple down there that looked to be locals.

"Sorry about my father, he do not speak your language," the man said as looked over towards Mosi. "Yes, most of our perfumes are diluted but that is needed. You see once, when we make each base scent it is highly concentrated. If we were to combine scents and not cut them, they would be over powering and some may even burn the skin," he explained. "Each of our perfumes are made of three base scents but they are reactive to people's own bodies, so if you were to take this one." Picking up a bottle. "If I were to put a drop on your hand, and a drop on say." Looking around he pointed at a random person in the crowd. "And one on them, it would smell vastly different." Placing the bottle back down he shrugged a bit.

"I would recommend if you are buying a gift to buy just a simple 1 note oil or even rose water as any perfume you were to buy I could not guarantee it would be pleasant on their skin. Now for you, we could build something that would be designed just for you," he added as he stood there. "Tell me, what do you like?"

Tours/Train Depot: Over at the stall selling tickets, the man behind it called out in Arabic and then in English, repeating the same message. "Train to Athribis leaving station in 10 minutes." Some people that were milling about looked over before heading over to the train and board it, going through a small gate before handing their tickets over to the collector at the door.

Bella looked over to the Lord Major and gave a slight smile. "Oh my you are humorous," she said with a slight chuckle before glancing towards Gene and nodding a bit in response to her wave. Her long fingers coming back and returning the gesture. Glancing over towards J.C., she took the umbrella from him. "Do be a dear and push your way through the crowds to get the tickets," she said in a smooth voice before holding out a hand towards the Lord Major. "If you would, Lord Major, could you escort me while he fetches the tickets?" she asked in a cool voice.

"Righto, let's see," he said to himself as he started counting those that were with them, getting a number since it seemed they all were headed in the same direction. "Be right back," he added before muscling his way through the crowds that were just standing around, still deciding where to go or waiting for the next train that would be going to the other destination. It wasn't long before he had returned with a collection of tickets. "Here we go, seven tickets, that should do it," he said before handing them out. One for the Lord Major, one for Bella. Turning he handed one to Gene and then to Mahendra. Finally, he handed two more, one to Nora and to Lauren. "And one for me!" he said slipping the last ticket into his pocket.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Date: July 15th, 2012

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W) & Q6 (East Gate)

Temperature: 94F (34C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 51% covered with thick dark clouds

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The two men at the gate watched the new comer. The older of the two chewing on his cigar a bit as the priest tilted his head to the side. The man was flipping from French to English and back again. The priest didn't speak French but it was an easy language to recognize when one heard it. Looking over to the man with the gun after a brief moment. "You speak French right?" Atticus asked and the man shook his head.

"Not that French," he muttered. At the man started having a coughing issue Atticus went over to him as the man with a gun pulled out a radio. "Maddoc here, send Doc over to Whiskey gate, we got a patient."

"Rodger that," the radio crackled. There was a few moments pause before it crackled again. "Docs on the way."

Atticus looked over in Maddoc's direction and nodded a bit before kneeling down and opening his pack. Pulling out a small silver pack, he ripped it open and cracked it a few times. Holding it out to Victor he smiled a bit. "Put this on the back of your neck. It'll help cool you off," he said as he stood back up and slung his pack back into place. "Heats a bitch down here, doesn't make things easier."

"Before we let you in the gate, you need to hand over your pack, any weapons, loose belongings, and the like. We have a quarantine area we will need to keep you in for the next week with some others," Maddoc said as he started to step over to the two men. It was the same whether it was one coming through the gate on foot, or a dozen coming through in convoy. You didn't just enter an established community with weapons. Sure Newnan had been more lax about the bringing people in but even they demanded your weapons until you were cleared by the staff.

"Yeah, it's to keep any disease from infecting the rest of the town and to give you an evaluation. Don't worry. We'll get you out of the heat, the doc to check you out and he'll run some blood work. Get you cleaned up, fed, and a place to sleep," Atticus explained before looking down at his clip board and flipping a page.

"Room assignments?" Maddoc asked and Atticus nodded.

"Yeah, will need to shift some of the men around but I can make it work," Atticus said as read over what he had written down before flipping the page back and sticking the clipboard back under his arm. Looking at Victor he smiled a bit. "Been alone a while?" he asked while he waited for Victor to hand over his things and for the Doc to arrive at the gate.

Meanwhile, back in quarantine it seemed that the little ballerina wasn't the only one start yelling. The kid decided it was a hell of a time to start in on his own rant. Directed right at the mom and then towards Panama and Major. The Major just stood there but Panama started chuckling. "Right, not losing your shit. Pot meet the fucking kettle," he laughed and shook his head. He hadn't found the situation funny, not until now. Here the kid was barking the most hypocritical speech he had the pleasure to listen to in a long damn time. That kid had more than a few screws loose that was for sure. Screaming at the woman, after she calmed down. Critiquing her parental skills and criticizing everything after she had left the situation. While laying all his shit out for the world to see. And now trying to make nice to her? Looking towards Major, he chewed a bit on his toothpick. "Your estimate?"

The major just kept watching, she had seen this type of scenario time and time again with new people. They would finally be in a place where they weren't having to watch their back as often. They would have food in their stomachs and be clean. Then shit would hit the fan. Someone would blow up, a fight would break out. It was bound to happen. Fights happened, they were just part of human nature. She would have said something but she didn't. Remembered what she had seen in the woman's showers. The marks on the young mothers back. If all she did was punch someone after that, the little ballerina was the least of her worries when it came to this group. Giving a sideways glance towards Panama she thought about his question before looking ahead again. "Later."

*Remember to check your CS's before you post periodically to stay on track.

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Tatiana Newnan

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

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Standing there, with her hand still over the dish bucket, Tatiana rubbed her fingers together. A bit of blood was coming from two of them, having nicked herself when she picket up the broken mug. Jack wasn't getting involved, which to her was a good thing, even if a bit disappointing. No one here had ever seen her like this. The screaming, the tears, the punch. While they had never seen it, it wasn't the first time. She remembered back when she was small. Still in Russia during the war. After she had hidden beneath a pile of corpses as her parents were executed. It was cold and wet, she was a child, all alone in the middle of a war. The firing squad had left her parents and the rest of the dead to rot. Long before a time where one had to worry about the dead walking again. She climbed out pile of bodies to her parents. Trying to wake them. She screamed, she cried, she even slapped her fathers body. Anything to try to get him to open his eyes. She slept that night curled against their bodies and woke up with their blood soaking parts of her clothing. The next day she started walking and was alone. She was alive, she survived. She was doing the same now.

Riley hadn't taken her warning, she had just snapped on her. Without understanding or compassion. She shouldn't have expected more. That was how humans were. If you didn't react the way they wanted you to they would turn their back on you. Yeah, Tatiana had shit to work out but Riley hadn't been trying to help with that. Riley had been trying to defuse a situation. There was a vast difference. Instead of helping her comment was just fuel to a fire but Tatiana was beyond reacting. Riley needed to put her attention elsewhere anyways, her own woman was losing her shit. As out of left field her own screaming and emotions had come from there was a purpose. Ash needed to let his own shit out, now, before it got worse. Before he pulled a James. If he wouldn't let it out now, he never would, and she wasn't going to waste her time trying to get it out of him. She had other plans.

As Hunter tore into her, she just stood there. It didn't matter that he was standing close to her screaming, or that it was loud enough to burst her and Alexander's ear drums, or that Alexander had asked people not to yell. She didn't move. Still rubbing her fingers, pushing the blood around a bit. Her hair falling to the side some as he eventually came over to her and spoke. She didn't look at him. She just spoke simply as she slowly looked up and towards the wall in front of her. If she was in a laughing mood, she would have thought the whole outburst that Hunter had funny as hell. He hadn't said anything when she had her own outburst. No, he had waited, until things were calmed back down to snap. Only stirring the pot. "You knov nothing." It was all she said. And it was calm when she spoke. Slowly her head turned to look at him, her face stained with the tears from her outburst. Wiping the blood from her hand on her robe she came him the oddest of smiles before she turned and walked back over to the couch. Grabbing the pack that had been given to her. And she kept walking, to the wall on the left hand side of the room. Placing the back on a table that lined the wall she took a deep breath.

Unzipping it she pulled out a pair of pants and slipped them on under her gown and her robe. Once they were up and zipped she pulled out a purple t-shit that was in there. Flipping it over and laying it flat on the table before she slipped the robe off and let it fall to the floor. There was a hint of discoloring on her back from where the gown she still had on was tied into place. The woman had seen it in the shower. No one noticed, or if they did, they didn't say anything. It was something she had kept hidden, covered all these months since she had been reunited with some of the people from Newnan. Yet, it had been seen in the showers. Why hide it now? They were safe, to a point. She was changing, end of story. Keeping her back to the group she reached up and untied the gown, and then she reached behind her and untied the rest of it. The gown fell from her as she slipped her arms out and revealed her back to anyone and everyone. She had once had a lovely tattoo that spanned the skin but now, it was so distorted due to the damage, it only made parts of her skin darker than it had been before. The ink blot light city at her lower back seemed to now have nothing but scaring above it, almost looking like a skin woven phoenix rising from the destruction.

Picking up her shirt, she fluffed it out and slipped it on. Making sure to keep her back to the group as not to expose her front. It rolled up at her neck in the back. Reaching up, she pulled it down and covered the massive scaring. While the women had seen it in the showers, it would be the first time that any of the men had seen it, even Jack. Dropping the shoes that had been given to her on the floor she slipped her feet into them. Kneeling down to tie each of them in turn. Once everything was in order she picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder. Picking up the robe and the hospital gown she wadded them up. Turning, Tati started to walk towards the guards. "Vhere do I put these?" she asked.

* Warning, link to image is disturbing and may cause triggers. Depiction of Tati's Scars

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Improvised Weapons

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The resident psycho of the group had figured that was that. The woman had walked away, he had walked away. People were snippy but the world was calm. So why not get dressed? He followed Hanks lead from earlier and slipped on his pants first before taking off his gown and robe. The man had a tattoo on his left arm. It wasn't very detailed, just Jesus crucified. Then there were the numerous old scars that seemed to be everywhere. His arms, his back, his chest, his torso, and even vanishing beneath the waist line of his pants. Most of them looked to be older ones, long healed and faded but there was no missing them. Pulling out a t-shirt from his bag he started to pull it on.

Yup, things were quiet. For all of a few moments before that kid from earlier decided to open his trap. Wayne stopped half way putting his shirt on, it held for a moment as the slew of mind snapping self righteous hypocritical vomit spewed from the kids mouth. The shirt got pulled down slowly as Wayne looked at him. Whatever mirth Wayne had had faded. His head tilting to the side slightly as he leaned down and with one hand swiped up the robe he had had on. The cotton belt that was through the robes loops was getting gradually pulled out from it. Wayne's eyes never leaving the kid.

The kid was yelling not ten feet from her and right by the man who had already dropped a cup of coffee over one out burst. Wayne started walking towards him. A part of the length of cotton belt wrapped around one hand. The rest of the belt and the robe in his other. Wayne had had that look in his eye before. That expression. Hank would see it from time to time when shit hit the fan back when it was just the two of them. The first time he had gotten it was when he had been a detective up in New York. When he had beaten a suspect nearly to death and bit one of the mans fingers off before spitting it onto the sidewalk. That had been the beginning of Wayne's decent into fuck it all.

*Please note, his actions are not drawing attention for various reasons. Only reasonable observations check rolls will be allowed. People are focused elsewhere.