Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Sewing Room (2nd Floor)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine was glad that things seemed to be calming down. The doctor was all patched up now, as best as he could be it seemed. And the professor looked to be taken care of by the woman who was call Rhoda. All in all it could have gone a lot worse. Especially after what she had walked into when she had first entered the Music Room some time ago. At least they didn't seem to be pushing each others buttons right then. She had questions but she wasn't going to ask them right then. Part of her didn't think it would be a good idea in front of Rhoda and another part of her just didn't want to stir things back up. It would have been like pouring gas on a fire. Best to let it remained died down.

Looking over at Rhoda she nodded and took the shirt as it was held out to Dr. Swamp. "Thank you, so very much," she said in a kind voice. Looking it over, it looked like it would do. At least it was something and wouldn't be too different from the shirt he had been wearing, at least in the color. It wasn't the softest fabric but it was better than nothing or many of the rags some had to wear in this day and age. And it was clean and blood free. That was plus. Shaking out the shirt she held it up as she took a step back, holding it in such a way that the Doctor could easily slip his hands in. Once he had she would help him button it if need be, if not she would let him do it himself. Either way, they would be ready to go hopefully by the time someone came and got them.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Chicago, Illinois (Grimaldi Books): Rapture looked over towards Robert. "This takes time but hey, I've found out more in ten minutes than you did since you were assigned this case," he said. Turning in his seat he pulled out a cord and pulled his own lap top out before connecting them to the main computer in the store. Standing up he grabbed his bag and Adelaide looked a little worried.

"You're leaving?" she asked, a bit confused.

"I'm gonna transfer some files, and take this back to the office. My main frame there can handle things faster and I don't have to deal with his ass," he said before pulling the cord and shutting his lap top. Adelaide visibly face palmed but nodded as she held her face in her hands. "I'll call you when I get this figured out," he said before exiting the store. Looking over towards Robert she sighed before heading out of the back room.

"Gonna grab a few things and then heading out, I need to drive, might as well go," she said under her breath.

Road To Grimm I (Northern Indiana): The wheels on the SUV go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the suv go round and round all through Corn Town. Basically that is what is happening. That is until the vehicle blows a tire and they are forced to pull over on the side of the road. Thankfully it is only one. So shouldn't take too long to change, that is unless you want to call Triple A and have them come out to you but that could delay you for hours considering how far out you are from you know, civilization beyond 1820.

Grimm, Indiana (Heading Towards The Tinder Place): Will post next update.

Grimm, Indiana (Beneath Grimm): Things are pretty calm under the city even if that smell is getting stronger. It's kind of sickening at this point and seems to be mixed with something. There is something else. As you get further and further along in the tunnel it is starting to look like the tunnel just ends. Doesn't look like it breaks off anywhere or that there is a door to go through. Like it just ends. But that can't be now can it? I mean you swore you heard someone down there and there was a draft. So wind had to be moving from somewhere and whoever was down there had to go somewhere but the thing is - WHERE?

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): "Yeah, I seriously doubt that this is just a thing that isn't connected, We've read enough comics to know this shit doesn't just happen," Roy said as he kept looking around.

As far as Cecily's deducting skills go, it seems that LLA isn't being really kind right now. Even trying more than once she came up with bupkis this round. Granted, knowing Riley, Cecily can at least figure that Chloe probably wasn't too violent. As far as Tinder goes, she can't be sure. Didn't seem to be the type but then again, just because she isn't finding anything doesn't mean that nothing ever happened. Chances are someone in the FBI has a pretty tight file that isn't advertised on a google search. At least we hope it isn't that easy. Maybe Keystone would have better luck with finding something but she hasn't heard from him in a bit.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
Skills: Intelligence, Strength
Hit Points: 4
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Mr. Titian hadn't exactly shown the most active of brains yet. Since he had arrived at the gate he had just wandered around, a big goofy smile on his face, flirting and drinking, and maybe a single teeny tiny little scream while on a table. Not exactly a towering presence of knowledge. Just good looks. At least in his mind. Thing was, sometimes the smartest things come from the dumbest mouths. "Don't take the damn thing out, right now it's keeping it from bleeding more," he said towards Rave. The man wasn't a doctor but he had dealt with enough brawls and fights in his life. Turning his head a bit more towards her, the light caught his face and the faint scar could be seen. Apparently he had had a run in with a blade or two in his life.

Things were getting a bit heated. It seemed that even though the Lord of the Manor had spoken his piece, people were not taking it. Resting an elbow on the table, Titian palmed his face and rubbed it slightly. He was obnoxious but at least he wasn't being stupid right then. This place had guards, a lot of them that they had already seen. People were dead around the place and it was obvious this wasn't causing any worry with the people in the house. So yes, press the buttons on the man who is giving you food and shelter during the worst time of the year. Brilliant.

Leaning back in his seat he looked over towards Blush as she finally took the mask off. Maybe that would make the man happy or at least not as vexed. Nope, she kept talking. And then Bardolf laid into everyone, including him he figured since he had said something a while ago. Standing up, he pushed his chair back and moved over towards Rave. "Let's get you pulled back from the table, that way when help gets here there is room," he said as he put his hands on the back of the chair. He wasn't going to lift her or anything, he just simply pulled the chair back carefully. Away from the table and the others around her by several feet.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tatiana Newnan

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

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Glancing over to Thalia before she stood up, Tatiana thought on how to reply. It really wasn't her place to say. It wasn't as if she was a doctor or anything, no legal problems if she spilled the beans but then again, she didn't know Thalia a lot and Ash trusted her. Then again, he had said to Thalia more than once for her to ask Tatiana about it. Leaning close, she whispered against Thalia's ear so the rest of the group wouldn't hear. She didn't give much but it was enough to at least hopefully give the girl some idea of why Ash wouldn't talk about it. "They ve're dating vhen she died," she said in a hushed voice, doubly ensuring only that Thalia would hear her.

Once that was addressed, Tatiana turned her attention back to Ash. Not so much Ash but everyone else in the room that seemed to be trying to see what Ash would do. She had been guilty of it as well. General sister checking on brother check since it was Thana on the television. She didn't think the people watching him would have been as bad if Jack hadn't gone over there and said something. Last time someone said something to Ash after a hell of an emotional hit like that, well it hadn't ended well. She nearly face palmed herself but didn't say anything. Jack meant well. Watching Ash walk off she decided it was time to make sure all eyes were off him. Her protective instincts kicking in.

"дерьмо," she muttered in Russian under her breath. Looking at the television for a moment, she stepped behind Wayne and thwaped him upside the back of the head. "Hey, princess, dat his voman, shhh," she said in a motherly type voice, scolding the man who was obviously old enough to be her father. Not the other way around. Turning she went to step over to where Ash had walked off to, she stopped and looked around. Spotting the old book shelf and tilting her head to the side. She had an idea. Grabbing the edge of it on each side she started walking backwards, pulling the damn thing with her. It creaking and causing a loud squeal across the floor as she moved it foot by foot until she turned it and placed it against the wall closest to him, making sure it was jutting out to give privacy behind it.

Dusting her hands off she walked around to the other side of it where Ash was and sat down on the floor. Reaching up she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down to the ground next to her. Letting her feet stretch out in front of her she leaned back against the wall. From where they were on the floor, no one in the room could see them. Save her ankles sticking out as she curled her toes and they popped. "Dere ve go, much better," she said with a bit of a smirk on her face. Sure he couldn't get out of the room to get a moment alone but at least now no one could stare at him. Resting her head back against the wall she handed over the small hand towel she had been using to pat the sweat off herself with. "We just need blanket and pillow nov, make a fort," she half teased.

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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 was loving this but he wasn't paying a lick of attention to Ash or anyone else. He wasn't exactly into country music but this was something different and different was good to him right then. Four days or the same thing, he got bored. He liked the whole dance thing with Tatiana and Thalia but once again, he was feeling his age a bit. Sure there were better ways to keep in shape but he wasn't about to pull what Ash had been, that shit was boring. He had to do something. The more active he was, the less he had to threatened the bucked toothed uni-fairy with being shoved in his pants.

As Ash spoke to him, that got his attention. "Well where the fuck do I get that? he asked. Peach Moonshine wasn't exactly something he had run across on his travels and it sure as hell wasn't something he thought he had seen in any liquor store before the outbreak. Seemed kind of specific. He was about to say more when he felt something hit him upside the back of the head. "Hey!" he said, jumping slightly and turning, about to knock the block off whatever asshat had just do that with the coffee cup in his hand. Then he spotted Tatiana and heard what she said. "Fuck, really? Way to go Captain!" he said and gave Tatiana a big shit eating grin as she walked off.

Looking towards the air he swatted at it and grabbed something out of mid air. "I warned you!" he said before shoving said nothing into his pants and grinning. Turning his attention back to the television. No one had told him to turn it off, so he wasn't going to. Like hell he was going to put on another John Hughes flick, no matter how much his little friend kept begging. Then again, right then the furry feathered fucker wasn't begging for any movie right then, he was begging for air, fresh air. Not the air in Wayne's pants. Wayne was snickering as he rubbed his ass into the cushion of his seat. He was enjoying this a bit too much.

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Year 5: Part 2 Update

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Date: July 19th, 2012

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

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

Temperature: 83F (28C)
Humidity: High (Around 73%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 12 MPH (19 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: Overcast

Okay, still hold you interviews those of you that are already done for them. I will start calling for them here and there in upcoming I.C. posts.

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Panama slowly glanced over at the T.V. and smiled a bit before looked over towards Beatrice as she said she would join in. Seemed she was the only one so far. Most were either looking like they were watching the video or watching the Captain right then. Well, at least two others ended up joining the table. Riley took him up on the offer as did Hank. Four people. That would work. At least could make things interesting, at least as interesting as they could get right then. "Shit, hrm," he said as he set the cards down and started looking around. They did need something to bet with, what the fuck was the point without it?

Both Panama and Major's attentions was turned as the sound of finger nails on a chalk board echoed through the room. The man's eyes getting wide as he watched the little ballerina start pulling the five foot high book shelf from one end of the room to the other to create a make shift wall only to grab the Captain and pull him down by his sleeve. Turning he looked over towards the Major with a motion of his hands, as if asking if he or her should do something about that? She just shook her head and he shrugged. He needed to find something to use as a betting tool for the card game anyways. Man had an idea, walking over to the toys, he dug out a box of legos. They were too small of pieces for the baby to use, choking hazard and all that. Dropping the box on the table he grinned. "This'll work."

Panama was about to start handing out legos to use as money when the door of the Conference room opened and Atticus came in. Preacher looked around and took note of the looks on people's faces before he continued to walk forward. He stopped and looked over at the television, what was on got his attention. "Well thank fucking God, General's been looking for that tape for ages!" he said as he hit the eject button on the VCR and popped the tape out. Shoving it in the blank case he shoved it under his arm.

"Hey, Alexander, Thalia, you're with me. Gotta take you over to fabrication. Time to get your prosthesis, they can't do it in here," he said as he looked to both of them. "Oh and some of you start interviews today, so hold tight a bit longer," he added. Turning his attention back to the other two he adjusted his belt, seemed the padre was packing a side arm today. Though if he was taking them out of quarantine for this, it was probably protocol.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Enough III

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The Lord Bardolf sat there and scowled. "What makes any of you think that you have a choice in the matter? This is not your home. It is mine. I have been kind enough to allow you to stay instead of putting you directly out in the storm to fend for yourself. Instead of turning you away at the gate, which if I had, you would have been caught in the storm none the less. It is a far journey to the closest town, you would not have made the return trip. So drop the entitlement. You are here by my leave and are lucky each of you is not in a dungeon being tortured at this point to get answers since for all I know you are part of whatever conspiracy is going on at this time to invade my home. Next time any of you speaks, I suggest you think on that before you say anything," he said in a cold voice. He had obviously had enough of not only whatever game was going on but these people in his home. Looking over at Blush his eyes narrowed. "Pull something like that again and I will have my guards tend to you and they are not as forgiving as I." His voice was like venom. These people were either severely entitled or just plain stupid. He hadn't decided yet.

Jasper stepped back, it seemed the woman had at least taken the mask off but he cast Blush a look and shook his head at her. The pale woman took a long sip of her drink, averting her eyes and looking down. The four men just sat there and started to eat as if nothing had happened. The lord of the manor looked over to the woman who had stabbed herself. "The so called doctor was shot in the music room with a gun by the Professor. So right now you might want to be more careful with the cutlery."

Jasper cleared his throat. "Should I send for Rebecca my lord?" he asked. Bardolf glanced towards the butler and gave a wave of his hand. "Thank you sir," he said before going to the door and opening it. Speaking to someone out of sight before closing the door and coming back. "She has been sent for sir."

Down in the sewing room, things were going much more smoothly. It seemed the Doctor was patched up but still needed something to wear and the Professor was ready to go. Rhoda looked over towards Walnut. "Once we are finished here, someone will take you," she said in a quiet voice before standing up and taking a look over towards Dr. Swamp. "Let me check the mending," she said before going over to a wardrobe and opening it. There were many items of attire hanging up and folded. Eventually she pulled out a black button down shirt. It looked to be one of the uniform shirts worn by the male servants in the house. Nice enough but hardly of the level of craftsmanship that the Lord of the manor wore. It was close enough in size though. "This should do," she said handing it over to him.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Oh Shit!

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Well it seems that Gilbert is finally deciding to use that big brain of his. Go big brain because it paid. Standing there, thinking, instead of you know not, Gilbert starts to put two and two together. Evelina said don't go after her. Siduri kept saying certain things basically re-enforcing the fact that maybe going after Evelina wasn't the thing to do but she went ahead and gave them what they needed to. Faith needs to go talk to Babylon. It wasn't three people that could help Faith, it was three people that could get get Faith to the person that could help her. Maybe she is figuring it is their best hope right now. So now that is straightened out, let's go a bit deeper. Gilbert is also figuring out that when Siduri says time is growing short, yeah, that means the loop is growing short.

That is going to be re-enforced by a feeling that Gio is going to get right about... ~checks her watch~ Now. He is going to start feeling his grasp on the time loop slipping. Not that he has lost the ability to create time jumps but that holding a steady loop is wearing off. This is further re-enforced outside but hey, no one is out there looking and well since they weren't then, they can't now. Sorry, no one is noticing the outside. Only one that would this round coming up is Gio, because well when you get that tickle that shit is going down, you tend to look for a source. (No meta!)

Outside Ben nods and steps off the porch, taking the lawn back around and towards where the Carnival is set up. Siduri is standing there, not really seeming to do anything right now but she is. What she is doing, well maybe you will find out eventually but for now. She just stands there, holding perfectly still like Evelina used to when in thought. If only she was dressed in blue and a pipe right then it might seem eerie.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Okay - we only have 2 areas now - Things have just got interesting. Talk to LLA.

Kirkpatrick House: The Lady Kirkpatrick looked over towards Maeve and took the potato. Picking up a knife from the table she started cutting it all while looking at the seal that had been used to keep the original letter closed. "Any information she is sending for is to be sent directly to me," she said with a grin on her lips as she carved and cut and chipped away at the potato. Once she was done, she pressed it against a napkin to dry away any moisture from it. "Can you fetch the same wax that Miss Wyndham used from the study?" she asked. It would be right there on the desk where she had left it. Apparently the Lady Kirkpatrick was making a temporary press to recreate the seal that had been used. The woman might have been old but seemed she had some skills.

Outside the Butler lead Colette back to the stables so they could tie her mare off. "It is nothing, you are far more personable than other guests I have had to receive," he said before motioning back towards the front of the house. "She is an experience. Be forthright and to the point and ya shouldn't have any issues with the Lady of the House," he said as he went to the door and opened it. "Your name miss? So that I may announce you."

Gretna Green: My heart.... My poor heart. Before we get Gretna Green fully, let's look outside of the small town. Just a mile off. One can see it in the distance. A dark rush of cloud from out of nowhere pushes through like a tornado and spooks the horses that Vlad and Constantin are riding. They are able to recover them beautifully and the wind is gone just as quickly as it came. The thing is, our smallest passenger wasn't so lucky. Deep in the bag, Dieter, the ferret, not the brother lays there trying to lick the face of his owner, his trainer, his father so to speak. Little Ludwig... Oh his wings could not handle the jostling, my poor crazed little man... He lays broken. A raspy slow breath, until he draws his last. Dieter, the ferret, not the brother, had half a second to jump out of the bag as the magic of his training left him as well. Ripping the bag open as his lifeless body fell to the ground. Rest in sweet dreams my Ludwig... LLA struck hard but left your Dieter, the ferret not the brother, behind. Join your brother. (FUCK!!!!!!!!!) Vlad is the first to notice this going own. Give me a minute. I need to go scream....

Okay, back. Now, a carriage is pulling into Gretna Green from another road. The Grand Duchess is sitting on top and looking around. She turns and looks over at William. "Da, yes, that vould be vonderful," she said in a sweet voice. The wind that just hit the Russians (Vlad and Constantin)? Well it seems to be targeting the other Russian (Veta). It tears through the carriage, spooking the horses and causing them to buck and break free from the carriage. Taking the driver with them! He hits the ground, and is sped off with them! The carriage comes to an abrupt halt and Veta flies forward, crashing into William but catching herself and him before causing them both to fall off. "Vhat in the vorld?" she asks to no one in particular as she grips William and the winds tear off, leaving as quickly as they came. Inside the carriage you can hear Rutherford cussing but he hasn't gotten out yet.

Now, actually in Gretna Green - Nothing is happening. Apparently LLA has done her wrath for now and leaves both Virginia and Ny perfectly alone and whatever the fuck that wind was doesn't even come to them. They don't know it was even around. Everything in the village is calm and quiet. Okay, well not everything. Just as Ny is about to answer her, about three minutes after the whole shit show went down with William and Veta - that part of the carriage that tore off with the driver and the horses - well it comes speeding through town towards them. The driver is caught by his wrists and seems either dead or unconscious, hard to tell. The horses are not slowing their pace.

I'm fucking done this round. I can't handle anymore rolls right now!

🦄 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.

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Boat: Well, there was a lot of ways this could go but fuck me. LLA, I don't know. Maybe someone put her on meds. Maybe she got laid. I got no fucking clue but here is how it breaks down as best as I can put it. Because frankly I am too stunned to try to say this in any other way. Right, okay, the doctor is going to have no problem cleaning up the wound, and prepping it to make sure infection doesn't set in. You know how some characters got branded? Well, this cut is working in reverse and suddenly the cut seals itself and her skin is perfect once again. The doctor is flabbergasted, so much in fact, he swears he is seeing things and faints. You might want to get out of there. Oh and while we are at it. Reddish? Investigation? He is going to see notes about another patient, someone who caught a cold and was soaking wet but wouldn't say why, found in the hallway of the Elite deck during the search. On the person, a watch. The person is resting in their quarters, two doors down from Vera's room.

Just Outside Rose Garden/Perfume Dealers: Poor Mosi, she is surviving but she looks like she went three rounds with a god and lost. It isn't pretty. No one wants to help her or find her a doctor but who could blame them? It's like the plagues have returned and focused on her. Yikes. Granted, no one wanted to help a woman that got cut in the face either. So is this really a big surprise? Maybe she should try heading back to the boat and hoping they will let her on. Right now that is looking like her best option. That is, unless she wants to go back into the Rose Garden and keep shopping.

Train to Athribis: The train pulls up to Athribis, slightly ahead of schedule and things well are chaotic as hell. People are running around, screaming. The place is in chaos. The few passengers that are on the train are craning their necks to try to see what is going on. There is no sound of gun shots or anything but the place looks like a cyclone went through it. Camels and horses are breaking off from the tours and tearing away from the crowds into the desert as people are chasing them. Something went down but what happened?

Athribis: Right now things look clear as Reginald is following Belladonna. He isn't seeing anything or anyone that looks like it shouldn't be there or following them. Belladonna looked over towards Reginald and gives the faintest of smiles as sh steps over to him. "Care to escort a lady before things get interesting?" she asked in a smooth tone. Glancing over towards Lauren the smile grew somewhat. "Oh I just told him to butt into matters for us," she said, casting a look towards Gene. Mahendra wasn't far off and Bella nodded in agreement, looking at one of the areas. "Just give it a minute," she added in general. It wasn't exactly clear who she was speaking to but it was made very clear very quickly just what type of distraction was going to happen.

A goat came bursting through the place, turning over tables and knocking over people that were leading tours. People were screaming, trying to get away from the mad goat that was chewing and eating on anything he could get his chompers on. "Oh my, I would say that is our signal," she said with a slight chuckle as she started to move smoothly but quickly towards the excavation site and turning as one of the roped off areas dipped down and went out of sight. "This way," she added, waving the group over with her as the goat kept baaing and bleating and causing all sorts of a ruckus. With everyone elses attention on the goat, it wasn't hard for them to slip away unnoticed.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Sewing Room (2nd Floor)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Letting out a slow breath, Amaranthine looked over towards Dr. Swamp and blushed slightly at his kind words. The man seemed to be doing well, despite just having a needle being drawn through his skin again and again while she had stitched it up. Whether he just was being nice or not, she didn't think on. She was just glad he hadn't ended up passing out while she was in the middle of it. That could have made things so much more difficult. Especially if she had been in the middle of a stitch. Could have pulled and ripped things even more. Granted if he had passed out he wouldn't have felt it anymore but she wasn't exactly built for heavy lifting. While Dr. Swamp didn't appear to be exactly someone in a heavy weight class, he was still far larger than he was, and far taller. She doubted she would have been able to move him herself. Though, that wasn't a concern now.

The man was doing well, and ended up not needing a bucket to spit up in. Smiling faintly at him, she went about wrapping the wound up now that it was stitched and tying it off as best she could. Now came the moment where he would need something to wear. His skirt wasn't exactly in the best of shape and while it probably would be mended and cleaned, it would be wet for sometime even after all that. He needed something now. Glancing around she was not spotting anything right off hand and glanced over towards the woman that was tending to Professor Walnut. "Is there perhaps a shirt that the good doctor could be lent this evening?" she asked in a meek voice.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Chicago, Illinois (Grimaldi Books): Adelaide looked over towards Robert. "We've been over the tapes, they don't show anything but if he can find something we couldn't, I am all for it," she said towards him and Rapture nodded.

"I'll go over them but tracking anything Prometheus does isn't exactly a cake walk," he said with the lollipop shoved into the side of his mouth.

Sadly for Robert, any number cracking skills he has doesn't translate to coding. There is more to it than that. If it were that easy, Robert might have been able to do this instead of Rapture but it isn't a set of skills that crosses over. Wouldn't even cross over if Lady Luck herself stepped into the room and dropped twenty nat 20's in a row. It's like trying to cross knitting and knives. Sure they might be both made out of steel but the purpose and use is different. Roberts skill is for pure numbers, coding isn't that. Sowwy.

Road To Grimm I (Northern Indiana): Over in Corn Country, the folks are giving both Caesar and Keystone a lot of weird looks. Probably as many weird looks as Keystone is giving them. Equally out of place in their every day life. Getting gas isn't an issue and yup, they have popcorn but the thing is, the gas station doesn't have a microwave so the popcorn is old kettle style. Sweet and salty. Not bad though! The two should be back on the road without issue this round, nothing big happening there, besides Keystones biceps.

Road To Grimm II (Moving through Grimm, Indiana): "Yeah, you ain't just whistling Dixie sweetie, this shit reminds me of Deliverance...." Zoie said under her breath as she looked out the window and tucked her sunglasses on top of her head. Mali, studying the smoke and the smell would probably be able to figure out it wasn't a natural fire. It smells more like fires when they break out back in Justice. There is a lot of mixed smells, it isn't a pure smelling smoke like a bonfire. More like a whole bunch of over gassed grills on the 4th of July mixed with the rubber smell of tires across the asphalt. Thankfully, it is keeping most people off the streets and the route towards Tinder's parents house isn't bad so far.

Grimm, Indiana (Beneath Grimm): Things are still moving along and Riley will figure that they can't be far from the Asylum by now. She's walked the streets of Grimm enough in her youth to know about how many steps it takes to get from anywhere in town to another location. It's just second nature after being raised there and considering there wasn't a lot to do in town and everyone lived within walking distance. Now, the strawberry quick, it was Cynthia. She loved the stuff, was constantly drinking it in High School and even more so after she got out of the Asylum in Grimm. That smell followed her everywhere she went.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Will update once Morose returns.

(Forgive the post, cranking the post out on no sleep for 2 days and a head cold lol So if it's loopy, my bad!)