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🦄 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 didn't say anything for a bit. She was just standing there, watching the people as they passed. Every so often her eyes would looked around the room in general or over towards Quinton. They were going to be standing there and waiting for a bit seemed as people were not keeping together as a group. It was best to wait so Swamp could take his time. She didn't want to ask for help from another, so it was better if they went slow for her sake as well. She wasn't exactly built for hard labor it seemed. It wasn't that she was weak but being a certain and height and weight did have its limitations. There was just no getting around that. The main reason she didn't want to ask for help though was easy enough to figure out. She didn't trust anyone in that house.

She wasn't sure if she trusted the doctor next to her either but out of everyone there, he was the best thing she had. At least he had been kind so far. To her at least. The woman wasn't naive though. If she was there for a reason, at this point the rest had to be as well. Where they innocent or guilty? And of what? It would matter at one point but right then it didn't. Looking over at Dr. Swamp she shook her head. "There is no need. Kindness is a gift and gifts need no repayment," she said in a kind voice. Watching people ascend the stairs she waited. "Are you holding up? Should we seat you until the rest have cleared the way?" she asked after a moment of thought.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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*Okay, I am going to be posting less and less straight out information for you all. Mystery is heating up and so the rolls and such need to pick up. Check your skills, use them, call for rolls. You can call for a roll before you post or you can leave a roll request at the end of your post and your results will be placed in the next update.

Chicago, Illinois: Adelaide looked over to Robert and shrugged slightly. "I don't know. That was what got me. The article never mentioned a name. Of who she killed. And when I tried to access the police records, public record and all that, there were none. The sheriff at the time told me he figured they had just gotten lost to time or something like that. I figured he just wasn't telling me since I was a high school kid at the time. I didn't think much of it after graduation, I just wanted the hell out of town, like most of us did."

Running her fingers through her hair she sighed and then her head snapped to the side. There was a buzz that rang through the vault. Walking over to a monitor she looked and there was some guy in a pageboy cap standing at the door. Hitting the intercom button, she spoke. "I'm sorry, we're closed," she said through it. The man hit the button near the door.

"Yeah, I'm with Wentworth Security. Was sent over," he said before looking at the camera. His face shown finally. Holding up his Wentworth id he showed it to the camera. "See. Was told to get my skinny ass over here, gonna let me in?"

Adelaide looked closely and sighed. "Yeah, be right up," she said before casting a glance towards Robert. "Well, he wasn't lying about getting someone over here quick."

Back at the church, Atticus looked over at Caesar and shrugged. "Seriously, I got no fucking clue. Just let me know if you find out anything about Juno along the way. If I had answers I would be in the fucking Vatican and does this look like the Vatican?" he asked as he reached over and took the dice before getting up. Placing it back in the box along with the photocopy he locked it tight and took it back over to the shelf. "The fact you already knew something, that I felt the need to tell you, I dunno, just hoping it's God whispering in my ear and not something worse," he said before looking over towards Caesar.

"All I do know is every piece of information I can dig up on these things coincidences with some person or nation or religion coming to major power. Last time it was on the church's radar was back during World War 2, if you get my drift," he added before turning back to Caesar. "Go to Grimm, do your thing there, I'll relay the message to your family, you relay anything you find out to me. We'll call it even. Hopefully something will come of it," he said before looking at his watch. "Fuck, I got an AA meeting I gotta oversee in a few."

Road To Grimm: Zoie nodded and turned back to the speaker. Putting the order in and then getting the total and told to drive forward. One window to pay, one to get the food. It didn't take long before they had their order and she was pulling away from the drive thru window. Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot she threw the car in park and sided before pulling out her food from the bag and then handing the bag over to Mali. Sure they could have gone in to eat instead of sitting in the parking lot but after everything that had happened recently, it was probably best to just chow down there, switch seats since Mali offered to drive, and then get the hell out of dodge. Not to mention small towns weren't exactly the most accepting of places and her and Mali stuck out like sore thumbs in this neck of the woods. They were in corn farming territory.

"Oh yeah, I knows how to treat a lady," Zoie joked as she held up a chicken nugget before popping it into her mouth. As bad as McDonald's could be she had had far worse growing up in South Georgia. She remembered when they got their first Hardee's and flashing red light on the highway that ran through the town she was born and raised in. They thought they were big time then. Of course they still had to drive thirty minutes just to get to the nearest Piggly Wiggly. "I swears, no matters how far I get away from the south, every damn small town is the same. Red necks are everywhere," she said as she pointed to a large pick up truck that had wheels on it far too big for the truck itself and it was jacked up beyond belief. "That's what I call a sorry about yer dick mobile," she teased. The truck was obviously not for farm work. It was too clean, too pretty. That truck had probably never been on a dirt road.

Grimm, Indiana (Grimaldi Manor): Down in the basement, as Priya tried to turn the music off, it didn't exactly work. The button switched the songs only and suddenly a rather disturbing song was playing on a vinyl record.

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't." I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time and every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind and the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels. To stand outside your virtue no one can ever hurt you or so they say. Her name is...

As the song got to that point the record seemed to scratch violently and then the system fizzled and sparked before it died fully. The draft picked up and the sound of someone chuckling faded off in the distance somewhere down in the basement.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Roy shook his head slowly. "No and I don't fucking like it," he muttered as the track lighting above them flickered. He was turning around slowly, looking around with his gun out, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. He took a step and his foot didn't exactly plant fully. It slipped a little. Stopping he looked down at the white and gray speckle tile. There was something dark on the floor and he grumbled under his breath. "Fucking hell," he said as the lights above flickered again and he caught a dark red sheen from the substance on the ground. He didn't bother kneeling down to check it, the man had been a cop in Justice long enough to know what it was. Hell anyone that had lived in Justice more than a day probably knew what it was. The streets seemed to always run with the shit. Blood was as common as water in that town.

"We're in the middle of a god damn crime scene," he said over his shoulder to Cecily. Pulling out a flashlight from his back pocket he clicked it on and held it under his gun as he kept moving forward. The security cameras behind the counter were flickering with snow feed and there were papers torn from the bulletin board on the wall. Roy was half tempted to call out to see if anyone responded but he wasn't going to be that dumb ass white guy in a movie calling to see if the killer was around. Like the fucker would suddenly reply with a yeah, I'm in the kitchen, you want a sandwich?

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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: Q6 (East Gate) -> H6 (Outside 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 51% covered with thick dark clouds

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The gate closed behind them once everyone was in the jeep and Maddoc gave a a wave. Above they nodded and the interior gate opened up. Atticus started the jeep up and pulled forward slowly. Doc leaned back in his seat and held onto the roll bar above him. As the gate opened it looked almost as if time had stood still. There were people milling about of all ages but mostly older individuals. People would drive by on golf carts from time to time, families strolling by, children playing ball. People looked healthy and happy, giving a slight wave to the new comer.

"As you can see we have a pretty nice set up going here," Atticus said as he drove slowly through the camp. "To our left you will see one of hydroponic gardens and those buildings over there on the right are some of our housing buildings. That there is our Mess Hall, once you are out of quarantine that's where you will get your meals," he said as he stopped, waiting for a couple of kids to cross the road. "They're heading there," he pointed off to a set of buildings on the left. "That's our education center." Once the kids had crossed the street he pulled forward again and kept driving. "And that's our hospital. Thanks to a hell of a team we have saved more than we've lost," Atticus added.

"Yeah, reminds me. Preacher, you take the meds over to the kid for me while I get him checked out?" Doc asked as they pulled up to a building that looked to once be an old motel. Not a nice hotel or anything but one of those beach motels. Simple set up and such and an empty pool that obviously hadn't been used in years.

Stopping the jeep and turning it off, Atticus nodded. "Yeah, how much?" he asked as he climbed out of the jeep and handed the pack he was carrying over to Michael. Michael took it and hopped out, reaching into his own pack and pulling out a small bottle and measuring cup.

"Five milliliters, let's see how he responds to that. Mark down time on the bottle," he said.

Taking the items, Atticus looked at it before pocketing it and slipping his clipboard under his arm. "Will do. Hey, Victor, just follow Doc and Maddoc. They'll take care of you. I'll see you in a little bit. Welcome to Mexico Beach," Preacher said before turning and heading into the building.

Opening the bag Atticus had given him, Doc pulled out a plastic bag and sharpie as Maddoc climbed out of the jeep and looked around. Looking at Victor, Michael grinned. "So, what's gonna happen is pretty simple. In here is a hospital gown and slippers. I'll take you to the showers, take off all your stuff, shoes included and put it in this bag. Once you are clean you can put on the gown and we'll do a quick physical and I'll draw some blood. We got robes and such inside," Michael explained as he popped the top off the sharpie. "So, what's your first and last name?" he asked, ready to write it down on the bag.

*This is just a gate update - doesn't have anything in it that those already in Quarantine will know about currently.

🦄 Lady A Studios

Tatiana Newnan
The Walking Dead

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I have done a lot of videos featuring many characters in my RPs but I haven't yet done one publicly for one of my own. Tatiana is my first. I adore this character. A simple bubbly woman who when faced with the worst of humanity has proven that a little ballerina could become so much more. She is strong, protective, and calculating. She had grown so much since I created her and every post is a privilege. Between her dynamic with her group and her internal struggles, she is ever evolving and surprising. Much of the time even I don't know what part of her will emerge. I cannot wait to see where she goes.

Music: Unstoppable By Sia

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Panama listened to what Wayne said. He had asked after all and the more the man went on the more he chuckled. He found it all rather funny. Not the assessments so much but the people's reaction to them. Shaking his head slightly as Wayne came to an end he laughed. "You fuckers must have had it easy to get upset over a few damn words. That or yer further off her rocker than Voices is over there." It might have been harsh but it was the truth and it seemed to be confirmed by the Major as she nodded in agreement. They were upset over a little fight between people. About a few words said. More than half of these people were really soft and weak in her mind.

This was life, even before the outbreak. People fought, no one got along all the time and no one was perfect. Everyone had a down side. Those that went on like they were perfect or got offended by the small things were better off dead. They would provide nothing to this community. You needed a thick skin as much as you needed a strong back. And frankly, this town didn't need any of them. They had a good population, had food, resources, people that knew their shit. They had been going since the beginning. Anyone that took in was purely out of kindness, not necessity and yet even now people were acting as if they deserved to be treated better. Right now they were only a drain on their resources and their time. Looking over to Panama, Major finally answered a question from a bit ago. "Twenty percent, at the most," she said before looking forward again.

Panamas head snapped to look at her as his jaw dropped. "Oh snap," he said in surprise before looking over towards Beatrice and seeing her still pinning the kid down. "Alright Juggernaut, let his ass up, doubt he's learned shit from that tackle from the way he's speaking but fuck it. Can't fix stupid," Panama said as he stepped forward. "I've had less drama come from a sleepover of mood teens on their periods." Shrugging to himself, Panama glanced over towards Ash and got an odd look on his face before looking back towards Major and mouthing something to her. She looked just as confused as he did and then shrugged.

Over in Administration, one of the oldest of Camp Mexico Beach sat behind his desk. He was dressed as casual as he tended to get during the warmer months. White cotton slacks and white short sleeved dress shirt. His bright blue eyes looked out from beneath heavy lids. It seemed, no matter how old one got within the family one trait always stood out. Those eyes. He was the Commanding Officer of Camp Mexico Beach, Aeron Martin, locally referred to as The General. "Ahh, yes, interesting," he said as he flipped open one file and started reading over it. His voice was laced with a Welsh accent, fitting considering he had immigrated to the United States, when there still was a United States, back when was younger. He only had one child in tow then. Now he had two. It was a feat in and of itself to have his two sons still alive, though he did wish he had more of his family around.

Sitting back in his seat he kept reading the answers that had been provided, and compared them to the initial notes that had been given to him by those that had brought them in. Stopping he leaned up in his seat and started shuffling through the stack of paper work. Seemed even when the dead walked again there was still paper work to handle. Looking over at the woman who had brought over this newest stack of files he motioned over his desk. "Where is my X.O.'s report?" She gave him a look of she didn't know. Shaking his head he leaned back in his seat. "Where is he?" She didn't have to answer, she just gave him a knowing look and motioned in one direction. "Of course."

The sun was setting in the west and the sound of butchers paper crinkling could be heard in the small cemetery. It wasn't often that anyone visited as it was outside of the walls but today was a special occasion. Wild flowers were wrapped up in a small bouquet and he held them in his hand as he walked through, passed the other tombstones. None of them were expertly made, they did what they could for their dead. Coming to one, he looked at it. A single last name was on the marker, Martin. He stopped and stood there quietly, just looking at it and if one listened hard enough perhaps they could hear his heart drop in his stomach as he swallowed back the welling of emotions threatening to surface.

"Ah," he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, more like a sad frustrated one that people would let out instead of crying. "Rule number five. Remember the good. Oh I'm trying but it's hard. Especially now when there is so much..." his words trailed off. Turning the flowers over in his hand he sighed to himself and looked up at the sky as several birds flew over head. One couldn't tell their colors as they were nothing but shadows right then against the blue sky. They probably didn't take note of him but he saw them and watched them as they glided on the winds, a few flaps from their wings now and again.

Leaning forward he lay the flowers on top of the grave marker, his hand lingering there for a moment before pulling it away reluctantly. Lowering his head he closed his eyes. His hands clasped before him in prayer. He wasn't a religious man, never really been one for prayer or the like. It wasn't that he didn't believe in god, it was just that they really didn't have a lot of heart to hearts. He figured they would have enough to talk about when he was long gone. But now was different. "Rule 28, if you need help ask. I'm asking. I could use some right now." It wasn't much of a prayer, but he was sure that god would know what he meant.

The high wall could be seen in the distance, it was hard to miss. He needed to get back within the town itself. It was safe inside the walls. Safer. No where was really safe anymore and he knew that. It didn't seem to matter. He was in no rush at first. He had taken his time coming back the last time he had visited. That was the day of the burial. He hadn't come back until well after dark that night. Today though, he couldn't waste that much time in thought, or lack there of as one would try to black out moments to get peace. He needed to get back, he was on watch soon. Not that there weren't others that could have done it but he needed to, for him. For her.

*Remember to check your CS's before you post periodically to stay on track. Those with large or oversized images, please resize them to something smaller.

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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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While Wayne might not have been a psychologist or had training in the subject, Tatiana on the other hand had. Looking over at the man as he was asked his opinion and gave a very long but oddly concise answer, she found herself studying him. Her eyes drifting to each person as he called them out. While she didn't feel he was spot on with everything she did feel that the man had a better grasp on some matters of reality than others did. Turning her head towards those that were their guards she focused more on them and their reactions. Her head tilting a bit as she did. They seemed to react to things the same way they had back in Newnan, there was only a hair difference. They had their shit worked out better when it came to admitting people into their town. And thinking on it, to her, the fact that they weren't getting directly involved spoke wonders. Not that they were lazy but that they were smart. Maybe if Newnan had let a few fights break out every now and again, shit wouldn't have gotten as bad as it did before mother nature took a ballbat to their home.

Ash's little emotional break caused her to looked over to him. There was a look on her face but she didn't say anything against him. Not right then. They would talk, privately, later. She didn't like him going on to why they were the reason he kept going. They weren't why she kept going. Sure it would hurt if she lost Jack. It would probably screw her up for a long time if she lost Jamie but she didn't put her will to live in those around her. She had given her vows to Jack. That if he died, she would keep on living. She intended to keep to that. Everyone died. To put your life on whether or not someone else was still there was foolish. One could never fully live if they were not content, happy, and complete just being alone with themselves. People weren't there to complete you, they were there to accent you and you them. Tatiana loved her husband, she adored her son. Yet even if she lost them, she would keep going. She had made a promise and she was hell bent on keeping it.

Jack hadn't said anything yet but that really didn't surprise her. It seemed that even they were going to have problems now. The biggest one being on how to raise Jamie. Jack seemed to want to protect him, which was good but that wasn't Tatiana's view. Make him strong, that was her view. So one day he wouldn't need protection because one day, she wouldn't be there anymore and if he couldn't handle this world, as it was, without help, then she would have failed as a parent. Screw that. As far as she was concerned as soon as he could walk fully he would be training. Walls were temporary and it seemed the dead were forever now. She used to hate the fact that she had lost her parents the way she had, at the age she had but now... Now she was thankful for it. She learned young how to survive. It was the best thing to prepare her for raising a child in these times.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Wayne looked dead eyes over to the kid as he rested back in his recliner and laughed. "Listen here twat-rocket, you talk shit about another persons mother and I will slander your momma so hard it'll make your ancestors cringe. So watch your mouth boy before I wash it out with a damn bar of soap. Now, get off yer ass once little lady there feels fit to let you up and you watch your self you hypocritical thundercunt." Wayne didn't raise his voice, it was even as he spoke and he had a broad grin on his face as he did. He didn't care what the kid thought, he figured he was two steps above Forest Gump, but he would learn to keep some shit to himself.

Rolling his eyes he picked up his cup of coffee from the table next to his chair and took a long drink. "Yeah, where is Preacher Man? I can't wait to find out who I'm bunking down with," he said as he lowered his cup and glanced over towards Hunter and blew the boy a kiss. Wayne hadn't been in the military, that much was obvious, but he had been through the academy back when he was training to be a cop so many years ago. They didn't give two shits, you went where you were assigned and he was half hoping him and kid would be rooming together. That could be fun. Maybe not the best idea but still fun none the less in his book. Swatting in front of him he smirked. "Oh shit, you are dark today," he laughed as he talked to the air.

Glancing over to his hetero life mate Wayne grinned widely. "You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me. You've got troubles, and I've got 'em too," he sang off key before leaning back in his chair once again, tapping the side of his mug as he hummed more of the song to himself. Yeah, that kid needed a friend but it wasn't coming from Wayne. Not that anyone wanted Wayne as a friend, mores the pity. The man was entertaining and when he did like you, there wasn't much he wouldn't do to keep your ass alive. Wayne was crazy but there was method to his madness. Even then. Sure a spilling of everyone's personalities wasn't the nicest thing to do but it gave them something in common. A dislike of the man. Coming together against something you hated was a much tighter bond than even love at times. And Wayne never had a problem being the hated one in the group.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Second Floor Landing
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titan half way smirked and half way let out a chuckle at both Dr. Swamps and Amaranthine's answer to his offer. Holding his hands up as if to say he was defeated, in a mocking fashion he cast a cheeky grin. "Hey, fine by me. Less blood on my clothing," he said before giving a bit of a wink. It didn't matter to him really. He had already told the short dark haired woman that she should turn on her heels and go the other direction when they had crossed paths earlier in the evening but she hadn't listened. He figured she wouldn't now. Anyways, there was another man with them, who looked to be their own personal guard at that point. He had seen the man several times so far and had even spoken to him. Sure he wasn't as pretty, who was? And of course he probably wasn't as strong, who could be? But hey he could probably lift that scrawny man. If he couldn't then what the hell was the man doing there anyways?

Not that any of these thoughts really crossed his mind though. His eyes were fixated now on the woman he had been walking around the manor earlier. She was full of surprises. There was a knowing smile on his lips as he looked at her but he moved forward and kept following the lord of the manor up the stairs. Hearing Lord Bardolf say it was a long climb to the third floor, and then Moss ask a question, he had to wonder if maybe the man was too far behind or was pressing for more. Looking at him he shrugged. "At least three," he chuckled before bounding up to the second floor landing and looking over the railing at the floor below. Turning his head he looked up and noted where the ceiling stopped. Yeah, at least three but was there more? Above or below? He didn't care. Leaning back against the railing he waited for the others to catch up and watched Lord Bardolf, who looked as vexed as ever.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕄oving 𝕆n 𝕌p:3

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Lord Bardolf looked over as people spoke, Jonas getting a motion from Quinton to go ahead and go take care of things. The large man turning and leaving the room, going back into the Grand Vestibule and then turning in the direction of the Breakfast Room before going out of sight. The lord of the manor looked towards Rave and rested his hand on the stair railing. "I would suspect it has been here as long but one cannot be sure. Records are so hard to come by in these matters, even after the storms came," he answered after a few moments. "Yes, I would think they meant to trap you here and I would like to believe that in that they are trapped as well but if this night has proven anything, even I do not know what all goes on under my won roof," he said as he balled his fist up against the railing. It was obvious the more than man thought about it the more he vexed he became.

Maestro glanced over to Blush and smiled slightly. "Then you shall soon, he said he would be joining us up in the State Dining Room shortly, might as well get a good seat. I have heard that seating has been a issue so far," he said before motioning up the stairs and continuing on his way. When they reached the third floor he stopped and glanced around. They were on the third floor balcony and could see down to the main floor. Blush had been through here a couple of times already. "Now for the long walk around to the State Dining Room," the Maestro mused outloud. "Shall we go or do you wish to wait here?"

"Come now, let's be on our way, it is a long climb to the third floor," Lord Bardolf said before he continued on his way from the main floor to the second floor landing. The stairs turning at each landing and going up again. Quinton remained where he was and kept an eye on the three that were in his charge for now.

"Stay here until they have cleared the way," Quinton said in a dry tone as Lord Bardolf stopped on the second floor landing, waiting for a moment for those that needed to catch up to. He did not seem to want them anymore spaced out than they were already being.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - It Might Not Be What You Think

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Siduri gave a glance towards Gilbert and nodded slightly before looking over towards Faith. "You see, even the most ancient of us still have things to learn," she said as she made her way towards the house. Ben staying by her side and helping her up the small step. As James spoke, Siduri stopped and her eyes glazed over for a minute before they clarified once again to their oddly vibrant ballet slipper pink. Blinking she looked at James and shook her head. "Different. One. I believe her name was Alexandra? She as, how do you say? Opted out of the current agreement? She is at rest. And.." her words seemed to trail off before she looked at the two Emendators. It seems this has gone far further than I had anticipated."

The woman caught a glimpse of Andromeda walking into another room and nodded to her words. It was a lot to take in, even at her age. For the younger, it could be a might stressful beyond true comprehension. Walking into the sitting room, Ben helped her to a seat and closed her umbrella now that they were inside. Sitting straight up with her ankle's crossed she looked towards Gio to address his question. "One or the other, or perhaps another. I wish I could say but I fer even I do not know. I believe it will all depend on what occurs from hence forth. The end of a time? End of everything. Perhaps just a change we have not dealt with before. All I do know, is that it has been strong enough to draw my attention and that does not happen often."

Sophia had been right when she spoke of Alexandra but then she went to look after Andromeda. It was probably good. In Siduri's mind it was not wise for one to be alone right then. Looking over to Faith she took a breath. "Yes, I believe you can if you all should chose but I must warn you. You would have to go alone as you are the only one with the ability and I should not venture with you. It could be dangerous and you could be left caught." It probably wasn't making much sense. To Siduri it did but the woman seemed to have a lot more information than the others did, so she had to stop herself and clarify. "You have what is known to them," she said pointing to the Emendators. "Glassibility. With the right, focus, and direction, you can go the in-between. That moment between life and death. I believe that is where your Dido is."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: Will update next round

Road to Gretna Green: Once Lord Rutherford and Millicent were the carriage and the door was shut the driver looked down and spotted that William had opted to not join them in the main part of the carriage. He held the reigns to keep the horses steady until William had climbed up and had a seat next to him. "Don't blame ya," he said quietly before waiting for the tell tale double tap on the carriage roof. Once it came he snapped the reigns and the horses started to move, pulling the carriage with them slowly as they exited the grounds of the Kirkpatrick House.

Turning down the road, he picked up speed slightly but just slightly as they were still in town as it were. "I wouldn't want to be a fly in that carriage right now," the driver said as they kept moving. "A'long as we don' be havin' no problems should be at the Green within the hour," he added as he palmed both reigns in one hand and took out a piece of cheese he had pocketed. Popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly as they got the edge of town and picked up pace. "God I hope they be done with me after this, I want to be getting back to Port sometime tonight," he muttered under his breath but he doubted this would be the end of it.

Port Annan: A man at the post looked over to Colette and tilted his head to the side. "I be seein', just a minute Miss," he said before turning his pack and reaching through the small window of the office like building, more like an outhouse, but it did the job for the small post. Turning back around he held an old and well used ledger in his hand. "Let me see, let me see," he said as he placed a finger on the page and started going down it. "No Rutherford or Millicent listed but I do be having a Lord Egerton listed that headed out this morning with some others. Only lords listed in the last day," he said before looking up at her. "Sorry miss, don't seem to be having the ones you be looking fer."

"Yes, yes, like the wind, over the bridge and through the woods to Gretna Green we do, Ludwig knows the way to carry us there through the winding roads and brush," Ludwig rambled as he curled his fingers over the edge of the saddle bag. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, was curled up in the bottom of the back and Ludwig was using him as a booster stool to see better. He wouldn't fall out, he couldn't, or he could but he wouldn't. And even if he did, little wings he did have to move quickly and find his way back. Oh yes, it was time to go. There was a bridge not far out of town they would have to cross and then from there it would bend east. That was when things would change, not to Anna they would g but divert to the Green. Yes to the Green.

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England

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Road To Gretna Green: Will update next round.