Morose

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Mara Scelus

If there was anything to snap Mara out of her guilty feelings, it was seeing something highly unusual. She frowned, looking at all of the taillows pointing in one uniform direction. Biting her lip, she shifting from side to side, changing her stance as she went through the numerous possibilities.

"Well, Rowan went looking for a taillow, perhaps they're just showing me the way," Mara pondered, tapping her finger against her chin.

Of course, she could always just ignore it--but that wasn't the Mara Scelus way! She devoured knowledge the ways other kids devoured food--in giant fist fulls, all at once. To turn around and ignore this mysteriousness would be as against her nature as a magikarp knowing moves beyond splash.

"It can't be more dangerous than the Yellow Hand," Mara reasoned. Continuing to clutch the backpack, she made her way forward, following the helpful direction of the taillow. However, she paused, realizing her foolishness.

She had forgotten to thank them.

"Thank you," Mara murmured politely, before continuing onward. She had no idea where she was going, but she was certain that there had to be something in that direction. Perhaps it was a legendary pokemon. Perhaps it was some new breed of taillow. Perhaps it was Cass. Perhaps it was the merchant.

Oh, and of course, she was keeping an eye out for Rowan as well.

Trudging onward, Mara followed the taillows' guidance, her eyes peeled for anything interesting. She had forgotten, for a moment, Yasha and his wounds back by the river. She had forgotten the urgency of finding Rowan. She had forgotten her guilt, her feelings of self doubt and hopelessness.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

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Location: Route A
Current Team:

• Kira the Espurr
  
  Status: N/A
  Level: 7

Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (1000), Dogwood Pokedex, Dogwood Ball (1)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Sutton Smith

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Location: Jake's
Interacting With: Liam Matthews @Pundii, Mitsukuri Katsumi @BlueSky44

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Sutton frowned a bit. After greeting the new customer, said new customer looked like she had aimed a gun at her, and the news caster fell out of his seat, as if she had shot that gun at him. Is there something in my teeth? Sutton wondered, attempting to glance at something reflective out of the corner of her eye.

"What in the name of christ..."

Sutton chuckled uneasily. "Never knew our coffee to have that much of a kick in it... Good thing you didn't order it Irish, if this is how you react to it."

"Hai, onegai...I am sorry for that, no one usually says things like that to me. I was trying to say yes, I would like a cup of coffee please."

Smiling a bit, Sutton nodded and poured another mug. "Don't worry about it, kid. I spent most of my childhood in Germany and Peru--completely understand what you're going through.

"I uh, i'm sorry, just thought I saw something and got a fright," Liam exhausted, righting himself and the stool. Sutton raised an eyebrow at him. She had assumed he was collected, and that he wasn't into all of the apocalypse bullshit. Still, he was a paying customer. Taking his money, she smiled at him kindly, and passed the mug over to the kid a moment later.

"Don't be getting soft of me, now," Sutton teased, before turning her attention to the newcomer. "So what's your story kid? I haven't seen you around before. I'm guessing you're from Japan?"

Sutton glanced up at the clock. She'd have to decide whether or not to go to the meeting. Everyone in town would be in attendance, and to not show up might ostracize her later from her customers. As much as she hated to indulge in the crazy, she couldn't jeopardize any future tips. And besides, she figured she might as well keep an eye on the newscaster. He seemed to have lost a screw or something, what with his talk about seeing something and falling off a stool with one of the loudest yelps she'd ever heard.

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"This just in--a massive power outage has occurred in Altsoba. The hospital has resorted to using car batteries in order to run the life support units, with the rest of the city holding their breath. We were unable to get a comment from the mayor at this moment," Amelia Pilkvist announced, holding a calculated gaze towards the camera.

"In other news, a forest fire has broke out in King County, quickly heading towards Altsoba County. Local tribes are calling it the work of Nihasa, the Native American term for devil. This coincides with the sermon given earlier by the Pope, in which he urged the citizens of Altsoba to leave the town, or be burned by God's wrath."

Amelia took a moment to pause, as live footage of the fires appeared on the screen. The smoke was visible for miles, stretching unknown heights. Massive lines of cars clogged up the roads, as families desperately attempted to escape the scourged landscape. Accidents were increasing in number by the minute, and local fire departments unable to do more, with the flames seemingly growing larger with their each and every effort.

"At this time, we here at World News Now would like to urge the residents of Altsoba to use the utmost precaution. We'll be right back after this commercial."

Commercial

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The weather is changing, with the humidity increasing along with the heat. Residents have started to mingle at the Town Center, looking for the mayor, and waiting for the events to begin. Of course, there's still at least thirty minutes to go, but they can't be blamed. It could very well be their last day on earth. Whispers go around the crowd of a beast in the woods, with others swearing up and down that the devil himself possessed them the previous day.

Are you terrified or intrigued? Do you push your way to the front of the crowd when you arrive, assuming you arrive at all? Do you frantically listen to each bit of gossip, or are you more curious about how the press got those generators--they look hospital grade, after all. Whatever you are doing, no that it cannot save you. There is nothing that can prevent the inevitable, for you are in the hands of something greater than yourself.

Hopefully, it lets you live.

@Lady Amalthea @Sohtem: Danica's cramps continue to get progressively worse, and strange burns are appearing on Elizabeth's skin. Hopefully, you make it out of the woods and get some medical attention, as Elizabeth's bite wound isn't looking pretty. You aren't all too far from the hospital, luckily. Still, getting some help might be a good idea.

@Lady Amalthea: Amy has rather bad luck today, it seems. Heading out to the parking lot, some of the street preachers and resident psychos are warning those entering and leaving of the need to repent. Seeing her irritated eyes (quite understandably irritated), they freak. One of them, dressed with all the class and flair of a hobo, attacks Amy with a small pair of scissors, the kind used by 1st graders.

@Witch Cat: Daniyal's safe inside of his house, but there's a bit of a fuss going on outside. A group of "true believers" are parading down Grant road, blaring a trumpet and screaming for each person to repent. The noise is practically deafening, but no one seems to be doing anything about it. Most of your neighbors left town a few days ago.

@Pundii @BlueSky44 @Morose: No more Jedi mind tricks are going on, fortunately. It seems that Liam's vision was just a one-time thing. Or at least, we can hope...

@Morose @BlueSky44: For Vivian and Zachary, a buruburu manifests itself in the station. These spirits feed off of fear, and infect people with "ghost sickness." If infected, the victim becomes more and more panicked, until dying of a heart attack. Vivian is infected-- Zachary is not.

@Morose: After he finishes praying, the Reverend hears a strange noise coming from the garage. Better go investigate. Once entering the garage, he'll notice that nothing seems amiss, and his car is just as he left it.

@Pirouette: Nothing strange happens, though, given that Elisse is a ghost, she herself is strange. Most people here at the Town Center are a bit early, but one may stand out in particular to you. A rather gorgeous woman makes her way through the crowd, a picture of the surgeon at the hospital, Amy Chang, in her hands. The woman glances over at you, her eyes flashing a peculiar shade of silver. If the eyes didn't tip you off already, you develop a strange notion that whatever she is, she definitely isn't human.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat Don't worry about it! I've moved into my dorm, so tonight I'll post the updates. I think one of them needs tweaking as a character made a choice I didn't anticipate (did these yesterday morning for the most part), but it'll be up soon. :)

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

@AbandonedIntel No, that wasn't it. There was just a lot of strictness and formality, so I didn't post in the OOC here, you see?

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

I wasn't sure if we could post OOC yet xD Which sounds silly in hindsight

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Cecily Ashworth

Location: Wallace's Office

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Cecily pulled up in her impala, parking it a bit crooked. She sighed, attempting to straighten up, before just leaving it as it was. It was between the lines--that was all that really mattered. Putting her keys in her pocket and wearing her little badge around her neck, she walked inside, putting her phone inside of her purse. Hardly watching as she went in, she made her way back to her work station, setting down her things. People hardly ever came in on a Saturday, unless they were specifically requested.

"Wallace, that you?" Cecily asked, leaving her desk and peering around the corner into Wallace's office. Someone was definitely messing around with the files, though with the likely connection of last night's case, Cecily imagined that Wallace might have turned over a new leaf, and actually gotten to work. She bit her lip slightly, prepared for some sort of lecture about the fine art of crime scene science, usually followed up by some sort of criticism of her work methods.

She didn't expect the psychotic blonde with a ponytail to pull a gun on her.

Her eyes widened, and she gulped, slowly raising her hands in the air. "I...I....I come in peace..." Cecily blurted, saying the first thing that came to mind. She didn't have time to mentally kick herself.

The gun fired. She could feel the bullet whoosh right by her head, before finding its final resting place in the door behind her. Not having enough time to simply scream, Cecily hardly saw the woman strike her. All she knew was that one minute she was being shot at, and the next moment she was on the floor, her vision a bit blurred. By the time it cleared, the room was empty.

Physical stamina was never her thing. Her head was pounding, and rather than sitting up, she grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Tapping on it, she opened up voice memos, and clicked record.

"Cecily Ashworth, just reported to work at the time of this recording. Heard rustling in Wallace's office, went to investigate. Shot at and assaulted by a blonde woman, estimate age...50 years old. Woman appeared to be on substances. Eyes were...blue. Hair was...styled, most likely ponytail. Very tight clothing. Suspect grabbed an unknown piece of evidence from Wallace's office."

She tapped finish on the voice memo, and clicking on the tiny up arrow, told it to be sent as a text message. She sent it to two people, figuring that the assailant couldn't murder everyone, in the worst possible scenario. The first person she sent it to was Riley; the second person she sent it to was Detective Gregory.

The next thing she did, of course, was to stand. While most called the police straight away, she cared more about the truth than her own health. Human memory is only sixty percent accurate at best--she hoped desperately that she hadn't missed any key details, and that the voice recording would somehow prove helpful. Glancing up at the clock, she considered for a moment returning to work.

"Call the police," Cecily berated herself, picking up her phone and dialing the precinct. "Cecily Ashworth again, forensics, we've just had an armed intruder and a break-in. No personnel count has been taken yet, but it appears no casualties."

Once she finished speaking with the officer on the phone, she hanged up. The card from the terrifying Mexican was in her pocket, and she glanced at it with slightly shaking hands. It wouldn't be the most terrifying thing she'd have to do that day, for sure. Attempting some normalcy, she locked Wallace's office behind her, and went back to her workstation. Uploading the videos and pictures from the previous night, Cecily sent them to the other forensic technicians, as well as the officers working the case.

Just a normal day, Cecily tried to convince herself. Just a normal day...

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Does Cecily have mild or major injuries from being knocked to the ground? Do you want me to ad-lib those?

Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance [CLOSED]

Edwina Fairfax

Location: The Sanctuary, (Near Barichara Colombia).
Interacting with: Nyt Årud/Echo - @Din

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Mercury had grabbed her hand during the flight, and she allowed him to do so. However, she hadn't said a word to him. Instead, she had shut out the lights on the inside, and allowed herself to go to a world without an asshole of a boyfriend. In dreams, she was able to find something close to bliss, something near to happiness. Of course, in dreams, she was able to come forth. It was the one downside to having it around, the special interest that it had taken in Eddie since she was merely six years old. No matter what she could do, she couldn't be rid of it. Without it there, she feared she would die--the pair needed each other to live, whether Edwina liked it or not.

Eventually, she felt the helicopter touch down, and she snapped awake, letting the light once more come inside. Without saying so much of a word, she disembarked the helicopter, her hands in her pockets as she glanced around at the mythical sanctuary. It looked hardly any different than a college campus, though the heat instantly made her queasy. It reminded her too much of Brazil as well.

And of course, it didn't help that she didn't have a clue what everyone was saying. She hoped that it was just Spanish, as then it'd be easy enough to type it into Google translate and figure it out. Anything more exotic than that and it'd take some more effort to learn the phrases.

"Alrighty then. I'll let you all rest here for the entire night, and I'll give you all the lowdown tomorrow morning at breakfast...Don't worry, I'm sore and tired too. I had to fly the damn thing half of the time! So... do you guys have any questions before we go?"

Edwina took another sip of her energy drink, listening patiently as everyone else asked all of the questions. All she truly wanted to do was go to sleep, and avoid the wraith that she just knew was hovering at her shoulder. Having two overprotective ghosts hanging around the place was already irritating.

Eventually, the others began to disperse. She glanced around, looking for someone suitable to pair up with. Eventually, a girl with...musical...hands approached her. ”Excuse me, Eddie?”

"Uh, yeah?" Eddie said, turning to face the girl. The music was definitely coming from her hands. She smiled a bit, recognizing the song practically instantly. She shook her hand, marveling at it. ”We’re roommates, right? I figured we could race to the room and the first one there gets whichever bed she wants. I mean! If you want! Don’t let me pressure you.”

Edwina snickered a bit, grinning. The girl had social skills to match her own. "Pleeeease. You're going down, sister!"

She took off in a sprint, having gotten better and faster at running over the past year. Did she have much of an idea where she was going? No, not really. She followed the crowd, hoping that one of them would have a sense as to where the rooms were. And of course, if she needed to, she could always glance at the sound-girl, and see where she was heading.

Crap. I forgot to ask her name...

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: Main Docking Bays ---> Repair Dock 17

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Tryke scribbled down the details for each of her staff on the data pad, and transferred it all to Craig. Her crew was mostly exhausted, with Tristan's antics always breaking something. Most of them hadn't had a proper break in at least 30 hours, aside from the handful that she had dismissed to go to the commissary.

Of course, Tryke doubted that anything good could come of this. T-1s weren't exactly the caring type. She continued to ponder how Silvia would turn this into the newest mess, perhaps she wanted to see how long the crews could be pushed until things began to breakdown.

Thus, it was apt to say Tryke was stunned when her crew was given a break, and a fresh one swapped in. She herself didn't bother with having a rest, there were more repairs to do, Tristan's ship to outfit. She didn't have a moment to rest--nor did she truly care. Fixing machines had always been her hobby, and even if she were off the clock, she'd only be working on the robotic girlfriend for Tristan.

"Right, that's everything," Tryke nodded, as the last of Tristan's belongings from his ship were unloaded. Her team brought it all into one of the large freight elevators, and after the irritating procedure of gaining access to it, the doors shut and brought them back up to repair dock 17.

"We'll need to put this all in the confiscated ship," Tryke murmured, jotting down notes on the datapad. "And remember...No one is to touch the air vent by the pilot's chair, unless you want to sound like a fairy princess for the next hour."

The repair crew raised their eyebrows. They had been on break while Tryke had installed the surprise. Glancing around, she explained it to them quickly. Dorsen and Chasidy, twins by all but blood relation, glanced at each other and snickered. The rest of the crew weren't nearly as amused--they were more serious than the rest.

"Won't Tristan be pissed?" Lorilee, an older altenian woman, stated bluntly. She shifted her stance, one hand on her hip, the other hand resting on her wrench.

"If we do things properly, he'll be just as amused as we are," Tryke answered. "Besides, there really--"

The alarms blared, cutting her off. Tryke quickly pulled her glasses down, switching through the numerous views. Using heat signatures, she could see something rapidly approaching the tower, with no signs of slowing.

"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered under her mouth. "Everyone take cover!"

Of course, GTC procedure was more specific than that. But with what appeared to be a ship rapidly heading towards them, they didn't have time to go by some bureaucratic standards. The repair crew quickly dived for cover, holding on and protecting their necks and heads as best as they could. The proximity of the ship caused the docks to shake, and Tryke, continuing to peer through her glasses, saw the ship shudder to a halt, practically right outside their doorstep.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Tryke checked on each member of her team. Most of them appeared a bit shaken, but no one seemed to have been hurt. Wiping her forehead, she chuckled a bit.

"Hey Craig, what's going on?" Tryke asked, her hand against her PDA.

As far as she could tell, a ship had come in, expecting a catch without determining if the tower was ready. She didn't know too much about the affairs of T-1s--they weren't machines, so it never interested her. However, she did know that there was no way Silvia's crystal had been installed in time.

"Did Tristan make that catch?" Tryke muttered to herself. She couldn't imagine a T-1 making a catch without a crystal. But then again, this T-1 hardly made any sense to her at all.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pirouette Alright, I'm holding you to that!

BlueSky or I will post updates today or tomorrow, including the next round of random events for the characters. I'd like to add that you're all doing wonderfully and you're making this little dream of ours come true <3