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On this day, Jack and Tati finally found each other!!!!!!!!!!!!
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What’s my special skill, you ask? Sinking ships by having my character have an incompatible sexuality


Name: Morose
Aliases: Mini Me, Major Rockstar, Mor, Wisteria22, Holmes, AliceAdler42, the Tea Thief
Age: 20
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: British-American
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Chemistry/French
Occupation: Student
Languages: English (fluent), French (near fluent)
Current Bio Theme: Violet Harmond
Previous Bio Themes: Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn
Years Rping: 8
Preferred Rp Section: Casual
Rp Level: Advanced
Dedication Level: High
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Spelling and grammar errors - though I make a fair amount myself
Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's: Yes - though I am still learning ^^

Rp's Currently Gming:
  • Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - The latest graduating class of the three S.H.I.E.L.D. academies is asked to participate in a research study on latent mutations, but little do they know, HYDRA is lurking within the ranks...A sister RP to @BlueSky44's X-Men: Darkness Rising.
  • Darke Magyk - Book One: Witch War - In a world filled to the brim with Magyk, there are as many foes as there are allies. The Queen has died and a Witch Princess may very well be crowned, as Darkenesse looms over the Castle...

Rp's Currently Enjoying:

Theme Song:

Behold, my collection of ships. Some of these sailed. Some of these never had a chance. Others are serious, some cute, and some are something else.

  • Guintro
    • Guinevere Stark and Pietro Maximoff
    • The OTP
    • RPed with @BlueSky44 in X-Men: Darkness Rising
    • Theme Song: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel
    • Guin and Pietro are an interesting pairing, to say the very least. Both of them have uncertain motivations driving their actions, as well as the tall shadow of an infamous father. They both adore 80's music and outdated tech, but they haven't had a lot of time in game to connect with each other on an emotional level. At first, it seemed like they may fizzle out, but their relationship is growing stronger with each and every post. I'm not usually one for shipping, but they're my RP OTP. Let's just hope neither of them die!
  • Luna
    • Runa Baldurdattir and Lance Banner
    • The Quiet Ship
    • RPed with @BlueSky44 in X-Men: Darkness Rising Test Collabs
    • Theme Song: Carry You by Ruelle + Fleurie
    • My favorite ships always happen by accident, where two characters just happen to be in the same place at the same time and form a connection. That's exactly what happened with Lance and Runa. Both of them are judged not by their own actions, but by that of a relative. In Lance's case, his father's - and in Runa's case, her uncle's. They're both relatively quiet individuals but when they're together, they create something beautiful. Hopefully we'll find a RP for the two of them to be in together soon...Otherwise, just going to have to wait until it's time for a certain Asgardian to appear in X-Men.
  • Jati:
    • Jack Hudson and Tatiana Korvo
    • The Sweetheart Ship
    • RPed with @Lady Amalthea in the Walking Dead
    • Theme Song: Everytime We Touch ~ Heavy Metal Cover (Video made by @Lady Amalthea)
    • Perhaps the most romantic ship, it's also one of the most difficult ones for me to write for. Slipping into the utter kindness and empathy of Jati, the two of them holding on fiercely no matter the odds, can be a bit of a challenge. They're pure and sweet, a definite contrast to the easy grittiness found in the apocalypse. Of course, with Tatiana missing and carrying their unborn child, things aren't looking too great for them.... <.>

The Skyrose Multiverse began with the apocalypse RP, Abandoned Hope. This RP, which I GMed with @BlueSky44, incorporated a lot of lore from various shows and books that we liked. At first, we thought that was the biggest connection it would have. It has now expanded into a fully blown universe, with multiple GM's running connected RP, and an established continuity throughout the timeline.

Skyrose Multiverse Lore Guide
Strange New Waters: A supernatural-pirate RP, examining the origin of deviances and set in April 1719
Experiment X: A Marvel Comics inspired RP about Weapon X, set in 1983
The Wolves of Red Lake: A small town werewolf RP, set in 2008
The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth: A prequel to the events of Abandoned Hope, set in May 2016.
Abandoned Hope: An apocalypse RP, set in June 2016
The Horrors of Coventry: A supernatural mystery RP, set in December 2016.
Hooked on a Feeling: A coming of age superhero RP, set in Spring 2017
X-Men: Darkness Rising: A superhero RP, beginning in January 2019
  • Brotherhood Arc - January 2019
  • Days of Future Past Arc - June 2020
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: A super powered secret agent RP, set in August 2020
The Unfortunate Thirteen: A sci-fi RP, set in January 2345
Darke Magyk: A medieval fantasy RP, set in December 12,507

Most Recent Posts

Volume One: Hail HYDRA! - Issue One - Issue Two


Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy - Various
Time Frame: August 14th, 2020
Rp Tags: Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Adventure, Fandom, Superhero, Fantasy, Secret Agents, Slice-of-Life, Romance, Drama, Politics
Type Of RP: An action-adventure RP centered around Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., taking place in the same universe as X-Men: Darkness Rising. Players will roleplay as newly graduated cadets from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, recruited for a special new team where each character is genetically altered to obtain superpowers OR as established SHIELD agents joining the Phase Three teams. Plots are at least partially character driven and will hit on several major storylines from the comics/TV program.
Goal of the Current Arc: Defeat HYDRA and end the fascist organization once and for all; save the world.
Age Requirements: 18-24 24+


In an unpredictable and chaotic world, we seek to control that which we do not understand; to grant ourselves immortality through preserving the past; to find ourselves. But there is a noble calling that only the bravest and the kindest rise to answer - to protect those who cannot defend themselves. These individuals have chosen to be humanity's first line of defense against whoever may wish to do us harm, sacrificing their lives so that way we can live to see another sunrise.

They have chosen to be a shield.

Our story begins after the fall of O.M.E.N., a brutal branch of the United States government that could not tell the difference between dangerous criminals and an innocent child. With O.M.E.N. gone, S.H.I.E.L.D. has seen its budget and resources soar to levels that they had not had since Howard Stark and Peggy Carter founded the agency. Yet they have also inherited a number of threats and situations that O.M.E.N. had been monitoring, spreading Fury's force thin. Reserve agents are being called in for active duty and agents who had applied for retirement are being asked to reconsider.

At S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, the very best of the graduating class of cadets have been asked to participate in a unique study. In order to combat the ever changing threats of this new world, we need to adapt. S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists are interested in creating a team of super agents, balanced perfectly with the relevant skill sets, that might be able to make a difference in this world. Their process has been adapt in identifying latent X-genes, as well as inhuman DNA markers. And in the case that the subject has neither, scientists are experimenting with the application of radiation to induce powers.

And while the formation of this team brings hope for the future - a warm light for all of mankind to share - it casts shadows. In those shadows, there are whispers of an old foe returning from the brink of extinction.

Cut off one head and two will grow back...


Hassenstadt, Latveria Region, Serbia: August 30th, 2020 - 1:30 P.M.

Raynor Blake & Dominika Novikova

Location: Cargo Hold (Level One) ---> Outside of Castle Doomstadt
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive), Stunt Driving

Sami stumbled slightly for a moment, realizing how idiotic that thought had been. He knew well enough that the message was for his eyes only - that telling anyone would get him kicked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. or worse, charged with a violation of the Patriot Act, landing him in prison. He then glanced outside, his jaw dropping at the beam of light. "What the fuck is this bullshit?" Sami asked, looking at it with wide eyes.

Kennedy shook his head at Sami, unlocking the van and tossing the keys to Raynor. There were enough seats for all of the agents inside of it and it'd allow them to get closer to the target for their mission. Agent Blake would be driving simply because stunt driving was one of his special skills. "...I'd offer you mine, but the vision is a bitch," Novikova told Maria, before she got an idea and she took off her glasses, looking at the energy beam. Her vision felt like it was blurring as she saw a strange red haze around it and a scream filled the air that everyone would be able to hear.

"DON'T DO IT! There's still time to change their fate..."

The voice was familiar and seemed to echo all around them, the same frantic message repeating itself until Novikova put her glasses back on. Raynor's eyes had widened and Sami was staring dumbstruck. Even Griff and Nikolai looked a bit wary at this turn of events, meanwhile Kennedy just grimaced. It was worse than what their intel had told them.

"That isn't an invasion..." Novikova said, biting her lip. "I think it's a doorway...And someone's trapped inside."

"Come on, we don't have time to waste," Raynor said as he got in the car. Shotgun was open for Tinley. Novikova climbed in, as did Sami, Nikolai, and Griff. Kennedy nodded at Cassandra, before he glanced at something on his phone and then hurried upstairs to the command deck. Once everyone was inside the van, Agent Blake pulled off and drove them through the woods. It was a short trip and he kept the headlights off, driving slowly and carefully so as to not alert Von Bardas to their presence.

There was no mistaking it, though. That odd beam of light? It was coming from the roof of the castle.

Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 9:30 AM

@Nallore@mnkee@KazAlkemi: The message rat nodded at Luna, quickly informing her that with today's rate, it would cost an eighth of a crown. The rat then scurried off. If it hadn't been for the rats almost always being in the Palace every day, the rat wouldn't have known where to go look for Myrus. They had started calling him Prince Gloomy or the Broken Boy amongst themselves, keeping tabs on him. The message rat service had an unwritten policy that if the Broken Boy seemed about to endanger his own life, they'd tell Queen Valda at once.

Now, on a lighter note...Well...The universe demands balance. A fifteen year old talking like he's ten years his elder? It seems the dice have decided that needs to be corrected for balance. And in the most obnoxious and disgusting way possible, Tristan is about to release a fart loud enough to wake Odin from his slumber.

@LadyRunic: Esmeralda came to the front of the store. She called herself a rogue witch, a free spirit that did not adhere to any Coven. Truthfully, however, it was because she could never bring herself to kiss up to a Witch Mother enough to be admitted. And Esmeralda ultimately preferred it that way - after the death of the Wendron Witches, Fleur's Coven had become frighteningly large. She had done some readings on the matter and concluded that a warlock would be her undoing - that the Supreme would return.

She wasn't going to get in the middle of that white nonsense.

Snapping her fingers, the door of the shop locked and the curtains drew themselves shut. "I prefer to give my customers privacy when I'm doing a reading - especially if they know who kidnapped my son."

@LadyRunic: Everything is calm in the infirmary. None of the patients are going from one stage to another at the moment, helped by the fact that they are mostly all still asleep and not trying to use Magyk to get themselves a cup of tea. (Sadly, that is a common attempt by even those in Stage Three of the Sickenesse. One Ordinary Wizard even fell into a coma as a direct result of using Magyk to add a few lumps of sugar). Becky hasn't woken up yet, but she's tossing and turning, as if she's having a nightmare.

@FantasyChic: Acantha, the one who spoke out, rolled her eyes slightly at Fleur. She disliked all of this sitting around and waiting. As Constance looked over at her, there was a pang of regret in her heart. The twins had been just the same - never sitting still, always ready to run off to the next thing. It came as no surprise to her that Acantha was skilled in FleetFoot - skills related to speed seemed to do a number on a witch's temperament.

"Run along, little girl," Constance said with a slight cough. "Let the real witches run this show."

"Ugh, whatever..." Acantha then stomped off and Crow, the Warlock, couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her childishness. Most of the Coven then cleared out of the room, leaving Fleur, Constance, Jezebel, and Crow behind.

@Dragoknighte: Deep within the bowels of the Manuscriptorium, one of the doors is kept under constant lock and key. Four locks must be undone with separate keys, followed by the removal of a heavy bolt, in less than sixty seconds. It stands at the end of a lengthy maze that only the scribes know of and per the Manuscriptorium Promise, they must never tell an outsider how to navigate them. Yet as Marcellus finishes his inspection, he'll feel a slight draft coming from the end of the hallway.

There could be no mistaking where that draft was coming from.

It had been so long since that door was open that no one currently working for the Manuscriptorium knew exactly what was behind it. It had become something of a myth, a legend, with scribes repeating the same phrase: whatever's back there, it's no good.

Arya Rincewind

Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor

"Yes, quite sure," Arya said curtly to Atkin, as she scooped out the herbs and leaves for the tea and poured in the near boiling water. She then added a few lumps of sugar to each, along with some milk fresh from the Farmlands, and gave it a stir. She took a sip and instantly felt a bit better, the herbs helping to take the edge off of the headache. "Now come and drink your tea." She wasn't asking.

Arya then turned, raising an eyebrow at him. She then smirked slightly, proud that her apprentice at least seemed to recall the nature of the Ankh Amulet of Hotep-Ra. There were moments when she wasn't sure if Atkin was paying attention to the lessons and she got the sense that he wouldn't want to be the ExtraOrdinary Wizard once she retired. "The Forest is safer now that the Wendron Witches are gone - of course, that doesn't mean it's free of witches. And let's not forget the wolverines that live there..."

Her thought was cut off as Cuyler entered her suite of rooms, the kittens scattering and running to Atkin's room once they realized Thia was there. Arya then gave Cuyler a smile as he kissed her, shivering a bit as he rested his hand on her leg and she turned slightly, setting down her cup of tea delicately on the table. "I'm well, thank you - I'm going to be taking Atkin into the Forest today for his lessons, if you would care to join - unless, of course, you're scared of werewolves," she then gave him a playful smile.

"Tea? I just made some, there should be enough water in the kettle for three..."

Myrus Silvers

Location: the Palace - Attic

Myrus glanced at the sound of a small creature making its way across the attic towards him. He was positioned right by one of the windows, looking outside and memorizing the view - as if it were the last time he'd get to see the trees of the Forest or the glittering buildings of the Castle. "Speak, Rattus Rattus," Myrus said, figuring it was a message rat as he glanced over to see the small, furry creature.

The rat stood up on its hindquarters. "Are you Myrus Marcellus Silvers?"

"...Yes, I am..." He shifted his position, hugging his knees to his chest. Many people in the Castle used his full name, enjoying how regal it sounded - Marcellus was a name that carried weight, made famous by the Castle's first ever Alchemist, Marcellus Pye (and one of Myrus' ancestors as well). Yet hearing the message rat address him like that, it just felt way too stuffy.

The rat nodded, squeaking slightly. "Princess Luna would like to know if you will join her in the infirmary. Would you like to send a reply? It's only a quarter crown."

"...No..." Myrus then bit his lip, his eyes watering. A thought crossed his mind but he quickly dismissed it. It was too cruel a thing to consider and he felt an enormous swell of guilt for having considered it at all. The message rat just nodded simply, before it scurried off and left Myrus alone in the attic. He took a breath, glancing out the window, before he nodded slightly, knowing what he had to do.

Antonije Magnisky

Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - the Basement

"Oh, I slept fine," he said, reluctantly using verbal communication. It was just such a tiresome and awkward affair. The Port Witches used to insist that he speak verbally to them, and now that he was out of that mess, he was enjoying communicating the way he preferred to. He glanced up as Sylvi mentioned his sisters, seeing a bit of either dirt or dust come down from the floorboards above. "Good, they need to run..."

Antonije had a bit of a theory when it came to his sisters. If they didn't run, they'd have too much energy and they'd eventually burst. Hearing them running around upstairs and keeping moving was a good sign. But it still wasn't enough. He was still going to go through with the plan. He'd traded some components to get this information and he wasn't about to let it go to waste. "Probably time for you to get up, your hair looks terrible," he said with a crooked smile.

Upstairs, Marya appeared in a blur, sitting on the couch. She had also pushed Myth and Bruce apart, creating space between them faster than either of them could perceive. She then smirked cheekily at them. "Aren't you supposed to wait till the wedding?" she asked, her voice thick with an accent from the Eastern SnowPlains. Her form vanished for a moment, before she reappeared with an archaic device from Bruce's childhood. As she turned it and pressed it, it flashed different colors and emitted strange noises, with Marya happily entertained. Medea had an identical device, except for whereas Marya's was a soft shade of pink normally, Medea's was baby blue.
>Coming up with new twists and turns for a RP

Ellie Theriot

Location: Xavier's Jet

"That'd be an interestin' Christmas," Ellie mused, before she glanced at Erik. "Or Hanukkah, I guess, in your case, mon ami." It would be kind of fun, though. Twelve days of Christmas meets murder - killing off a group of scientists and torturers each day, liberating mutant brothers and sisters all the same. She was pretty certain that Hanukkah was also a multi-day event - perhaps they could do both of them, executing those that would see them burn alive without mercy daily. She didn't believe in eye for an eye. She believed in massacre for a slight.

"If we wanna be stealth and all, Charles could just mind fuck the guard, make 'im let us in," Ellie pointed out. Her fingers felt itchy and she was craving a cigarette. Charles didn't tell her that she couldn't smoke on the plane so she pulled out her cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag. It amused her that Miranda and Erik would be in the same group. She could tell how much Miranda fancied him - or at least, Ellie believed that was the case. "Or I could throw a marble at 'em, speed it up too and bam, no more guard. Just a bit of blood on my marble that'll come off with a bit of water and love."
Professor Walnut
Location: Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule (E1) -> Central Hall
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4

Walnut felt a sense of grim satisfaction at the Lord's seeming disapproval of the monster that had brought the winged demon into their midst. It would have been cosmic bliss if the chairs had taken care of the mongrel, but no, it was still there with its frightening beak and strange ungodly form. Yet perhaps there was still a chance that, if they were unexpected guests, Walnut might suggest that they eat raven for supper. It would help combat a shortage of food. Her thoughts were about getting rid of the horrifying creature - maybe if a window was opened, it would fly out and go back to the hellfire it had come from?

The Lord's thanks to the culprit that had killed Director Kindle caught Walnut's attention. Not only for the insinuation of murder, but mostly for his agreeable attitude towards it. It was very much in line with the rest of his statements, but still, the more she knew of the mysterious Lord Shadowell, the better. As everyone then seemed to go in a parade to a single room together, Walnut was glad to see that Titian had a more exploratory nature. And besides, the man with the winged demon and the sad attempt at a verse to their host had gone in that direction.

"Perhaps if we were alone, I would. I hate punishment with an audience..." Walnut whispered to Titian with a slight wink. She then let out a soft laugh at his exclamation of bird shit. It was so coarse and uncouth, but he was by no means wrong. Why go willingly where there was a BIRD?! She then rose from her seat and followed Titian through the doors, looking around the central hall for a moment.

"Lunar ballroom?" Walnut asked, her eyes dancing slightly. "Let's go."

Virginia Crypt

Location: Carlisle (F7)
Skills: Nakai, Pavati

Virginia's eyes followed Mary's movements for a moment, watching to see if she would need her to jump in and assist at any moment. Seeing that Mary had it handled, albeit with some slight difficulty, Virginia closed the gap between her and the Ryne directly across from her. Her mind was sharp and focused, her body ready through the use of Nakai to strengthen the endurance of both. With her remaining axe, she swung at the Ryne, decapitating it with ease as it then collapsed to the ground, severed from its head. She then smirked slightly, taking another breath. "Three."

"This does remind me of how my mother taught me my numbers..." Virginia mused. She kept her mind from going back to simpler times, instead remaining sharp and focused on the events occurring around them. A moment's distraction and she might begin her next grand adventure - Death - before she planned. There was only one more Ryne immediately by them at least, and she imagined Mary would deal with it, allowing her to go retrieve her thrown axe. She didn't want to use her weapon's ranged capacity until she had recovered the other. To do so would be to become defenseless against the physical Soulless, as the majority of her skills were meant for the more immaterial.

Maeve Brennan

Location: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage
Skills: Irish Sign Language

"Respectfully, m'lady, I try not ter assume anythin' an' git as much certainty as I can when it comes ter de welfare of me daughter," Maeve answered, keeping eye contact with Lady Kirkpatrick. She could understand the exasperation, and had it been anyone else she was about to send to Rome, Maeve wouldn't have asked. But she just had to have verbal confirmation when it came to her daughter. Roisin was too precious to leave her welfare up to chance. Leaving her with family she trusted was one thing - sending her to Rome was another matter.

She felt relieved to know, though, that she was meeting the man that would be taking care of her daughter. Roisin seemed to be fine from her quick checkover, though her checkover was far from the best one she had ever done in her life. Perhaps Calum was mildly distracting her or just the whirlwind of events that had happened so quickly. "Thank ye, m'lady," Maeve then told Lady Kirkpatrick, nodding and accepting the deal. However, her eyes darted over at Calum for a moment. She still wanted to speak to him - and as much as she felt awful for thinking it, it was helpful at times that Roisin couldn't hear. It allowed her to have more delicate conversations around her daughter, provided Roisin didn't try to read lips.

Nora Kingston

Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: N/A

As much as Nora wished to concentrate on Vera's words, the presence of Mosi at the table was like that of a pesky fly. She had imagined that she would go off with Mahendra, seemingly friends with him, but she had not. She took a breath and closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, attempting to keep her composure. It was not too long ago that Mosi laughed over the death of someone she had felt a certain kinship with. Although she had not known Neema very long, she felt more of a connection with Neema than she had with most of her family - with the exceptions being her dear brother Ethan and her sadly departed brother Ernest. She felt a pang of regret as Josephine left the table. She was preferable company to Mosi by any means.

Had it not been for the arrival of the Lord Major and George, Nora would have simply gotten up and left the table in order to get some air. She noted the girl of extreme short stature revealed to be George's sister, yet there was a strange noise seemingly coming from below and Vera's spoon turned into a missile. However, there was something else that caught Nora's attention and she kept a discrete facial expression. Lady Munn seemed to have a certain fondness for George. There was something there that Nora sensed, something she had not sensed between Vera and Peter.

Gene Benaszewski

Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: N/A

Gene shrugged, taking Lauren's seat and plopping down in it. She couldn't help but snicker, seeing her brother and Lady Munn. She then looked at Josephine, recalling the question she had been asked. "Oh, nice t'meet you. I'm here to look after my little brother - and then there's some family business he needs to be made aware of later," Gene then pulled a piece of candy out of her pocket and offered it to Josephine. "Want some? I've got a huge soft spot for sweets - sugar is my addiction of choice." She then turned to look at Lady Munn, sizing her up for the moment.

She certainly seemed pretty and the way Georgie was interacting with her kept a smirk on Gene's face. Her brother deserved a little bit of happiness in his life, no matter how short lived it would ultimately end up being. And he was right - the girl did have fantastic aim. "Are you going to introduce me to the others, Georgie, or are you going to continue smiling at her?" Gene asked pointedly, before smiling at him with angelic innocence. Oh yes, she certainly was not like the idealized depiction of the fairer sex in these days.

Scott Rydzynski

Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Olivia

Scott looked at his phone, sighing as he turned on the television and looked at the news report. He glanced at the report, frowning a bit. It reminded him of the death he had witnessed in Philadelphia. Either then this was a network of perps or someone with a frequent flyer account that was just racking up miles. Frowning, he crossed his arms, ignoring Olivia as he continued to ponder it. Damn it. He didn't want to make this his problem, but it seemed the universe had other ideas for him.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Scott asked her, finally turning to look at her again. He then sighed, thinking about Janelle for a moment. "Look, it ain't just adults in this...There's this sweet kid that's tied to all of it, and while I couldn't give a rat's ass about you, I don't want her death on my conscience. So spill. What do you know?"

Cecily Ashworth

Location: Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
Skills: N/A

Cecily thought for a moment over everything Gavin was saying. She still wasn't certain if she could trust him, but she was able to piece together that he had a connection to the Gonzalez family. There had been so many people there at Alicia's funeral that she wouldn't have remembered a name, even one as unique as Joaquin. And of course, Natasha's death was giving her some issues when it came to focusing and recalling details like that. Trauma had a way of either refining memories or causing them to become even blurrier than they would have been otherwise. "...Could I have a ginger ale as well?" Cecily asked the stewardess.

She wasn't sure if she'd end up drinking it, out of paranoia that it might have been poisoned, but she figured as long as she saw the stewardess open up the can and pour it, it'd be safe enough. She then swallowed thickly, looking at Gavin. She wanted to believe that he was just there to help, but...Natasha's death had been natural causes. Cecily had been with her the entire time - when would someone have been able to cause internal bleeding like that? They had eaten and drank all the same things as far as she could recall, but her memory was hazy. "...So what do you want from me, then?"
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