Morose

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

The Joker

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The Joker

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Relations: Edwina Fairfax (niece), Harley Quinn (girlfriend)
Status: Active in Gotham
Education: Doctorate Degree in Chemistry
Criminal Record: Far too extensive to record
Other Notes: Mentally unstable

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

I'm going to make a mini character sheet for the Joker, if you wanna do one for Cheetah as well ^^

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

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Edwina Fairfax & The Joker

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Location: Gotham
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman

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The trio disembarked the train, and Edwina walked to the back of the station, her heart pounding. While she didn't imagine her uncle would betray them just yet, she couldn't help but be worried that perhaps it had been testing their luck, heading towards the Joker when Harley Quinn was hunting them down. She took a deep breath, spying his scarred face in the back of the crowd, surrounded by his goons.

"There," Edwina mentioned, elbowing Nyt and Barbara a bit. Approaching her uncle, she blinked a bit as she found herself enveloped in a hug. Of course, there was no real tenderness to it. The Joker pulled away, smiling broadly at his niece and her little friends.

"Welcome!" the Joker cried, bowing slightly, "to the rotten city of Gotham!"

Edwina grimaced a bit as the Joker put an arm around her shoulder, motioning with his other hand for Nyt and Barbara to follow. They made it out of the station and into a violet car, made custom for the Joker himself. The four of them sat in the back, with one of the Joker's goons at the front of the car.

"So, Edwina dear didn't tell me what this was about," the Joker commented idly, grabbing a bottle of what appeared to be champagne. "Are you here to be my friends?" he cackled, slapping his leg.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@hagroden Say goodbye to your luxuries....

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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@Witch Cat @Lady Amalthea @BlueSky44 @hagroden @Pundii @Sohtem @Nallore

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Another three seals have broken; another step closer to the end...

But you know what the funny thing is about the end of the world? Everyone expects to have spare moments, minutes in which nothing is happening, in which the chaos has subsided. Hollywood has entranced us with this notion that there will always be a moment to live, a chance to do more than just survive. But that's the thing about the end, it never stops. It's always in motion, and the minute you turn your back, that you take a break, it's all over.

Have you decided to stop running? Are you taking a breather? Rest assured, the world keeps on spinning. Events keep on happening. Those moments you thought were filled with peace and quiet? They were merely shadows forming, ones that you didn't see until it was far too late. Death stops for no one, not even I. Perhaps those who already died are the lucky ones--they've stopped running.

@Morose @Nallore @Pundii @BlueSky44: Darren isn't wrong. The apocalypse is indeed nigh on the horizon. As far as Darren is aware, anywhere from 5-20 seals have been broken, all seemingly centered around this place. At his words, the earth around them seems to rumble, as if in agreement. Unfortunately, it's anything but that. It's Lucifer's Cage, beginning to break more and more with each seal cracked.

@hagroden @Morose: Well, well, well...It seems Howard and Joel have won the luck lottery! They make it to Forgotten Relics unscathed, and not a thing is out of place in the shop. Nothing has gone missing. No intruders are present. No one's trying to kill them. Enjoy the slight bit of luck you got, it won't last long in this world, now will it? Howard fetches the Book of the Damned and proudly presents it to Joel, a twinkle in his eye.

@hagroden: Deacon's meditation session is interrupted. His radio flickers to life, announcing an ever growing list of casualties. People aren't just dying in Altsoba--it's happening all over the world. Members of Congress are turning up in asylums, small children have turned into deadly killers, and a new plague has taken its toll on Florida. And that's just America--the entire world has been plunged into chaos. The news most likely puts a damper in his session.

@Lady Amalthea @Sohtem: The treatment is ineffective. The man, identified by his badge as Detective Walter Hanson, is rambling and pleading with any of the nurses. He claims to know why the strange burns are appearing on him at each moment. "It's John Moses' ghost!" Hansen shrieks. "He's giving me Ghost Sickness! You need to torch the asshole's corpse or I'll die! That's just a bit of a highlight from his ranting and raving. Question is -- do you believe him?

@Witch Cat: Sylvia may not have had the most relaxing trip to Aunt Sue's. First, the owner (a woman named Gladys) is perhaps a bit too chatty, asking Sylvia about all her more odd pieces of jewelry and possessions. But that really isn't the thing that'd unnerve her a bit. No matter where Sylvia looks, there are omens of death. There is no escaping them. No avoiding them. The universe has decided to send her a warning, but too bad it's too late to get out now, isn't it?

@Witch Cat: By contrast, Daniyal has almost too easy of a trip home. No one stops to bother him. Most of the street preachers seemed to have cleared out, and the streets are vacated. When Daniyal arrives at home, his mother's car is outside the house. The lights are all on. As he enters the home, he's met with the sight of his mother's corpse on the ground, her throat slit and covered in blood. A demon stands next to the body, waiting for him casually. "Finally, Daniyal, old boy! I've been waiting decades for you..."

@Sohtem: Scarlet makes it through the crowd, though a few people throw dirty looks at her dog. Just as she's made it out, her phone buzzes. The CIA director is on the line, wanting an update on the situation in Altsoba. The news has already broadcasted the newest tragedy to occur in the town, and the CIA isn't pleased. Scarlet was sent there to stop all of this from happening. To them, it looks like she hasn't done a thing. Best hope she doesn't lose her job, right?

@Pundii: Sitting on the bed, Liam may feel perfectly content and safe. To the extent, actually, that the purring of his tabby lulls him to sleep. In what he may believe to be a dream, another vision comes to him. The woman he saw earlier is there, with black shadows extending out like wings behind her. "The Rise of the Witnesses is imminent, Prophet!" she whispers, until her body is set ablaze. In a flash, Sutton is there, screaming on the floor, as she is roasted alive. And then, the vision ends.

@Lady Amalthea: The security footage doesn't seem to be the greatest thing, after all. Eventually, Danica can see a petite figure enter the library after smashing the glass. The bad thing? The culprit never directly faces the camera. Through a bit of zooming in and frustrating rewinds, Danica can barely make out the face, with this image being the best thing she can get. However, there is a bright side to all of this. In the process of watching and rewinding, Danica hears the figure mutter a few words. "John Moses' death...Fuckin' witch'll pay for this!" If Danica returns to the scattered area of books, she'll see two articles in the midst of the pile: one of these is about John's death and the other is about the promotion of Detective Walter Hanson in the Altsoba PD.

The Office

Isn't PhunkyPhoebe currently moving? She hasn't been on in two days.

@QueenOfTheBee

She said she'd have a post up by Sunday. She didn't request an extension, so per the rules of the RP, she's held to the same standards as everyone else.

@AbysmalDemon @Sovi3t @PhunkyPhoebe @Ghost Butt @sakurasan

Waiting on posts from you guys! Don't make me have to kick your characters out, please! I've done it before in other RPs and it's never a fun time. Worst part of GMing.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Heat Will be posting once the plot moving post is up :) Haven't vanished

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: The Dining Room

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Dorothy raised an eyebrow, not in confusion over the meaning of the words, but over why the Preacher decided to start things already today. "Tell me more about your Earth-That-Was religion and your desperate need for others to believe in it," Dorothy said sharply, watching as Atticus dealt out the cards. Accepting her cards, Dorothy held them with one hand, strumming her fingers against the table with the other. She sat with her back perfectly straight, as if an inspection could happen at any moment. Old habits die hard.

She chuckled a bit, a soft smirk on her lips. "Everything is in functioning order, thank you," Dorothy commented, rearranging her own hand. "And no, the day your last rights can do anything for the dying is the day reavers put on suits and run a firm."

Clenching her hand in distaste, Dorothy attempted to shut out Wickett. Most days, he didn't bother her. He kept to himself and didn't cause too much of a fuss. But if there was anything that Dorothy truly despised, it was drunks. Shouting partnered with a half empty bottle of booze hardly endeared Wickett to her. "Preacher, what's your book got to say about lurn shwei jah jwohn who need to gwon ni tze jee duh shr?" she asked, her temper rising a bit.

Already in a bit of a sad mood from being reminded of her failures with Daphne, Dorothy continued to sour. Gideon was like a little brother to her, and while she didn't mind the crew complaining about his antics, she didn't see the businessman having a right to complain about things. "If you really are this cross about things, perhaps you might want to stay here on Whitefall, away from Gideon?" Dorothy suggested sweetly, before returning her attention to her cards.

She hated whiners. The crackle of the comm, however, caught her attention almost instantly. She looked up towards Preacher, and slowly, put her cards on the table. There was business to do, it seemed.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: The Hotel

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"You always were a Cookie Monster," Tuesday mused, eating the remainder of the food, now that Cynthia and Riley had gotten their share. Munching on her food, she watched Cynthia out of the corner of her eye, deciding it was best just to let her ramble and get it all out of her system. That was, of course, until she started singing. She raised an eyebrow, elbowing Riley. "You two should do concerts together -- could call yourself the Pretty Coconuts!"

She giggled a bit, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. With all of the murders going on, she couldn't help but feel woefully ill informed. As far as she was aware, there could have been more to this than was being let on. Glancing at Riley, she turned the conversation back to the grim happenings, perhaps for the worst.

"Do you guys have any idea what sick fuck is doing this?" Tuesday asked, perhaps a bit too bluntly. Cynthia, Riley, and herself had all been ruled out. Anyone who had gone in a pair back from the party was ruled out. And from what she'd heard last night, prom dresses had something to do with it as well.

"They've managed to narrow it down to a few people....right?" Tuesday questioned, already a bit worried about the answer. The murder mystery in the sleepy town hardly made any sense to her, and a bit nervous, Tuesday scratched at her arm subconsciously. It wasn't that she was fearful of being killed--she was afraid that she, somehow, might be blamed for all of the deaths. So many of her classmates had become celebrities, she wouldn't have been surprised if the story made national news.

"Riley, maybe you should go back to your tour?" Tuesday suggested. "You've got bodyguards and all, probably safer there..."

🦄 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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Cecily frowned a bit, hearing Tank's conclusion that a pistol was responsible for Wallace's injuries. His question about why they hadn't killed Wallace left her a bit uneasy, recalling her own encounter from that morning. The crazed blonde could have easily finished Cecily off--but for some reason, she chose not to. Biting her lip, Cecily pondered why an evidence obsessed criminal would let the coroner live.

"Maybe they didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves," Cecily suggested. Tank's theory about sending a message sounded a bit far fetched. That was something that happened in Dexter and Batman: The Animated Series. It wasn't something that happened in real life to coroners.

However, when her eyes fell back on Wallace, she saw him blink once. She nearly jumped out of her seat, trying to recall all of the Twenty Questions strategies she used on her brother growing up. Before she could ask another a question, though, Wallace passed out. Typical. She sighed a bit, once again frustrated with him. Though, come to think of it, Cecily couldn't recall a time where she wasn't vexed by Wallace.

"Get me a mini frappucino, vanilla bean, while you're at it!" Cecily called out to Gleason as he left. She pouted a bit, realizing that the cop hadn't heard her. Her grumbling stomach needed something to digest, something beyond the intricate complexities of a murder mystery. About to ask Tank about when his pizza would be arriving, Cecily eyed the notepad.

Her exasperation vanished, and instantly, Cecily went to work. Starting with Wallace, she found something strange hooked up to the pain med drip. Biting her lip, she realized that she couldn't touch the thing, without it killing him. The only way to remove it would be to remove his drip entirely. Hoping that Wallace was too far gone to notice the added pain, Cecily removed the drip entirely as methodically and carefully as she could. Letting out a sigh of relief once the pain med drip had been removed, Cecily eyed the vial closely.

Some sort of toxin, Cecily concluded. The vial was still attached to the tube and Cecily held it up, motioning for Gregory to take a look at it. She touched only the tube, avoiding any contact with the vial. It would be rather hard to get any fingerprints off of it, but it was still possible. They had some more extreme methods, ones that she could perform back at the crime lab in order to get a partial print. It involved toxic fumes, and once completed, left behind a purple print.

But suspecting that whoever did this meant business, Cecily doubted there'd be any prints left on it. Not all surfaces were decent for lifting prints from.