Morose

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

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Edwina Fairfax

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Location: A Rundown Motel; New York City
Interacting With: @Din Nyt

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Edwina nodded, watching as the Cheetah woman was untied, and Nyt collapsed in the bed. Almost wishing she could join Nyt in the realm of dreams, she bit her lip, pulling out the burner phone she'd acquired a few days prior. She never kept one longer than a few days, in case Waller managed to trace the call.

Punching in the number, she remembered the last time she had met with her uncle. He'd been in Arkham Asylum at the time, locked up for some crime or another, courtesy of the Gotham Bat. Edwina had only been thirteen years old. Her parents had been unhelpful with her chemistry homework, refusing to pay for some sort of tutor. She knew her Uncle Jack had been a famed chemist, and after a few hours of travel on public transport, she was in Gotham. Uncle Jack was one of the more notorious prisoners, she found out. And yet, the guards allowed her to meet with him. She shook away the memory, concentrating on the task at hand.

Ring....Ring...Ring....Click.

Edwina flashed a nervous grin at the Cheetah and at Nyt, listening to the inane rambles on the other end of the line. "It's Edwina...Yes, yes, I know...I need your help robbing a...Yes, yes, I said robbing. It's a bank. I've got the Cheetah, the Echo, and myself on the job....Great, thanks...Will do...Love you, Uncle. Yes, yes, I know...Tell Auntie I said hi."

She hanged up the phone, and slid it in her pocket. All of these years, and she'd managed to keep her powers a secret from the Joker. She knew, of course, that he wouldn't let her go back to a normal life after witnessing them. But perhaps normality wasn't in the cards anymore.

"It's done. We need to be in Gotham tomorrow. The only issue is the Gotham Bat, of course...But I'm assuming we can handle him," Edwina said, eyeing the stranger.

The Office

Will be posting today! :)

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii Jaina could be the captain. :P

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

Yup ^^

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: The Hotel

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Tuesday frowned, watching the press release on the television. She grabbed the remote and shut it off, hoping that it would soothe Cynthia's nerves. Not daring to answer Cynthia's earlier question, Tuesday was fairly certain there was a reason they hadn't been sent home yet. If they all left, the murderer wouldn't resurface.

They needed the bodies to keep on dropping.

"Relax, you've got a rock solid alibi," Tuesday said, smiling at Cynthia. "They'll catch whoever is doing this--all criminals get reckless at one point or another..."

She hesitated, recalling the day of her own arrest. Her earlier sentence described it perfectly: reckless. Theft of a car, doing drugs, all of it. It had been a gigantic shitstorm of the ginger, one of her own creation. Of course, she was a different sort of criminal. Her actions hadn't killed anyone--they just destroyed a car.

"I bet the picnic is going to be to die for," Tuesday joked, hoping to diffuse the tension in the room. Of course, Cynthia's earlier words about Ada struck a chord with her. Didn't Ada plan prom...? Frowning a bit, Tuesday bit her lip. Ada planned everything.

Could she be planning the murders as well? Tuesday pondered, before shaking the thought away. It was insane. Ada had been with Kai the entire night, Cynthia had seen them. The thought that Ada somehow was behind the killings was preposterous. The valedictorian couldn't hurt a fly, in Tuesday's opinion. She had met real killers. Ada wasn't one of them.

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

So Edwina's hinting that her uncle is the Joker. Felt like a sudden twist was needed. :P

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

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Edwina Fairfax

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Location: A Rundown Motel; New York City
Interacting With: @Din Nyt

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Edwina giggled at the play on words. As gruesome as it was, she couldn't help but have a large, goofy grin on her face from it. She nodded a bit, listening to the woman go on and on. Glancing over at Nyt, she hoped she wouldn't mind Eddie's unorthodox solution...

"Want to rob a bank with us?" Edwina offered. "With our skills, you'd get more than any payout your boss could provide for you."

Sure, she hadn't intended to go into a life of crime...But that was the road that seemed to be the easiest. If they paid of the Cheetah, then they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Perhaps they could even bribe her to tell her boss that the girls had been incinerated in some sort of unfortunate explosion. And besides, she did have one certain contact who'd be more than willing to help with robbing a bank.

Her uncle, after all. An expert chemist, and a criminal mastermind in Gotham. Of course, he was a bit insane.

"And you wouldn't want to cross my uncle, would you? If you researched the Fairfax family, then you know all about my uncle Jack."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Justice Memorial; Room 2319

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"I'm not sure filleting him would be legal..." Cecily murmured, still staring at the helpless old man. Accepting the clipboard from Gregory, a mischievous smirk graced her lips. "I'm a forensic scientist specializing in toxicology, not a doctor," she teased, mocking his trademark quote. However, she nodded at Gregory, chewing on her lip slightly as she glanced down the sheet. The tests were, indeed, rather similar to the ones that she had to run constantly. No alcohol had been in his system, and given that there wasn't an overwhelming scent of bitter almonds, she ruled out cyanide poisoning as well.

"He wasn't drunk," Cecily answered, handing the charts back over to Gregory. "They were running tests for substances on him, couldn't find a trace of anything. It is possible that there is something in him, something they weren't looking for so they didn't detect, but it certainly isn't alcohol."

Despite the news, she was beaming. She never had felt more in her element. Poisoning cases were going out of style, due to the advancements in detection. Whenever she got to use her specific skill set, though, it always made her feel bliss. It beat running ballistic reports or securing a crime scene any day.

She sighed a bit, hearing Wallace mumble more and more incoherent phrases. What the hell did Prosrnee mean? She racked her brain for any possible meaning behind it. Jessica Jones would have known what it meant. Forcing a smile at Wallace, she nodded as if she understood. "Okay, let's see.... Is Prosrnee a name? Blink once for yes, twice for no..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: The Mess Hall

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Jack chuckled a bit at the mention of an escort into the shower. He wouldn't mind providing Tatiana that type of escort. Rubbing Tatiana's shoulder with his arm, he couldn't help but feel a bit of bliss. For a few days, they wouldn't have to worry about surviving, about where their next meal would come from. They could have a normal life, something he had always longed for over these three hellish years.

"Thank you, sih," Jack said, as Ash rose and began to depart. The woman from before, Zoie, with the thick accent barged inside, pointing a gun at someone. Jack's eyes widened and he tightened his grip on Tatiana, instinctively reaching down to draw his weapon with his other hand.

Until, of course, he remembered that the only weapon Tatiana and he had with them was the ability to put hotels on Park Place and Boardwalk. He gulped a bit, his eyes wide, as he scanned around the Mess Hall, already looking for a way to escape should things get messy. It had been too good to be true, a place like this...

He let out a deep breath as the newcomer dropped to his knees. As far as he could tell, it looked like tensions that went unresolved far too long. The danger seemed to have passed. And being a former cop, he couldn't help but instinctively trust Ash, the military officer. Ash and Zoie seemed to have things under control, but he didn't loosen his protective grip on Tatiana. He couldn't stand the thought of letting go, and in some gun fight between Ash, Zoie, and the newcomer, a stray bullet hitting her...

He couldn't let her die--not after what happened to Sutton.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Flower Importers of Georgia Arnco Mills, Georgia

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Édouard's face lit up, spotting movement. It had been ages since he saw another person, and to Édouard, there could only be one possible explanation. His family must have learned about how horrible his previous bodyguard had been and made arrangements to send him a new one. Running up towards the front of the shop, Édouard stood just a foot away as the body fell from the rope, its neck popping.

"Alors, ce n'est pas grave," Édouard murmured, looking with pity at the person in front of him. People broke bones all of the time-- surely, a neck would be able to heal as well. The pop he heard could have been his spine cracking as well, just releasing some healthy tension. His eyes traveled up the shoulder, and Édouard grimaced. There was no good help these days. "Ta blessure...Elle été causée par un mort-vivant?"

The corpse began to move, feebly trying to move forward to bite Édouard. Deciding that the answer must have been yes, Édouard took a step back, figuring that the rope would work as some sort of leash. "Je t'épargnerai, mon ami...Eh, finir de rigoler!" With his rapier, Édouard did perhaps the only thing he was competent at: stabbing things in the head.

Translations

Alors, ce n'est pas grave = Well, it's not serious. Usually said when talking about injuries.
Ta blessure...Elle été causée par un mort-vivant? = Your wound...Was it caused by a walker?
Je t'épargnerai, mon ami...Eh, finir de rigoler! = I'll spare you, my friend... Eh, no more joking around!

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen Shooting me a PM to discuss relations would very much be preferred. ^^