Morose

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

No worries, hun! :)

It'd be up to you how an Austean arc goes. :P So whatever you'd want to have happen

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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Seeing the shock on Din's face, mixed in with horror and fear, the Joker leaned forward, laughing noisily. Truthfully, Commissioner Gordon was just fine. The bottle only contained a few pints of his blood, and no doubt, Gotham Memorial Hospital was ensuring the old fart was in tip top shape. Of course, that wasn't information that Din needed to know. The disgust and repulsion displayed by the two young heroines was to die for.

"No, she can't, can she?" the Joker mused, staring into the empty bottle. "She's got my Harle, you know, all locked up without her puddin'...But my girl's from Brooklyn! She'll handle herself, won't she, Eddie dear?"

Edwina made a face, shifting farther and farther away from the Joker, as he attempted to pull her into another hug. It had been a bit of a shock to her, when her parents informed her that the crazed villain on the news was her uncle. She'd always assumed, when she was incredibly young, that her uncle was a normal criminal. Not this...this clown.

"We're going to finish the job and that's it," Edwina murmured, glancing up at her uncle. "I have an email pending to Waller, giving her your exact location and a list of your usual hideout spots. If Nyt, Barbara, and I aren't heading on our way by the end of the day, the email'll send."

The Joker grinned, shedding a tear. "Baby's first blackmail...I'll have to phone your folks! They'll be so proud to see that you've turned out like your dear old uncle."

Edwina sniffed, clenching her fists. "I'm nothing like you," she spat, her temper rising by the minute. It hardly phased him, of course, as he delicately tapped her nose with his finger. "Of course you aren't, Lucifer."

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

I'm working on a new post now. :) I'm thinking that once we finish up this Gotham arc, do you want to do an Austean arc? We could have Nyt and Eddie end up in Nyt's home world

Written: A Fairytale RP

@smarty0114 I cannot wait for the him to interact with Harlianne :D So excited for the drama

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@hagroden Post counter has reached day 7, going to need a post before it reaches day 8....

Sword Art Online Resurgence - Accepting

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Sayuki Kyasarin

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Location: Floor 1 - Town of Beginnings - The Inn
Interacting With: Kirito @BlueSky44

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Kyasarin smirked, already knowing Kirito's answer. If he didn't want to team up with her, then he wouldn't have asked her to meet him tomorrow. Agreeing upon a time with him, Kyasarin locked the door after Kirito left, and walked over to the bed. She sat down and pulled out the sword once more, admiring all of its virtual beauty and grace.

"I know this world isn't real..." Kyasarin sighed, taking off the pads of her armor in order to sleep. "But I wish that it was."

Clothed for bed, Kyasarin rested her head on the pillow, searching through the options of the menu. The log-out button remained gone, with a skill menu not nearly as extensive as the one she had in the beta. Eventually, she noticed the message icon, clicking on it to open it up.

Two hundred eighty seven players had died.

Her heart clenched slightly, and she shut off the menu, mulling over the information. It wasn't that she was afraid of dying in the game. She was afraid of dying so soon. She'd only been able to walk again for a month, and the thought that she might die within a day or so....

A few tears fell from her eyes, and Kyasarin, for the first time in ages, cried herself to sleep.

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Starkette

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Location: Floor 1 - Tolbana Town
Interacting With: @BlueSky44 @sMoKe @Jedly

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Starkette coughed a bit, thoroughly exhausted as she trudged her way into Tolbana Town. The health bar above her was dangerously low, and she let out a sigh of relief once she entered the safe zone of the town. Death wouldn't be coming for her just yet, then. She glanced around, looking for somewhere where she could restore her health. Truthfully, Starkette knew that this perhaps hadn't been her best plan. She would've done better if she spent some time establishing herself as an info broker, with the inner workings of the game being something she discussed with her father over lunch just the day before.

Only healing crystals and potions were able to restore health. Glancing around, she figured there'd have to be an NPC somewhere with some available. Games like this didn't try to make things too impossible for new players. If she was incredibly lucky, there'd be an NPC giving them away for free, almost like a tutorial phase as to how healing works.

"We need to heal up," Starkette said. "We're dead out there if we don't do that. But we got some decent XP--so it wasn't a wasted effort. If I remember the mechanics of the game correctly...and I haven't been wrong yet...we should be able to heal and rest up here in safety. The game tries to be fair. No one can die in here -- unless someone pulls the plug on their nervegear, that is."

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Pundii You should post, because Lady A said Tryke'll like what happens next, and my poor worn out baby really needs this. <3

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: The Commissary

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Despite all of the kindness of Marx's offer, to Tryke, it was as if asked her if she wanted to go put screws in her eyes and see how long it took for them to cause an incurable infection. Grimacing a bit, she weighed her options meticulously. She could go back to fix the thousandth problem of the tower. However, from how the day was going, she'd likely be asked to fix another wall that Tristan trashed.

But then again, she loathed newcomers and sitting around. Both were her own special version of hell. The question, then, became which was worst -- the devil or hell? Huffing a bit, Tryke eyed Marx again.

Hell it is.

"Sure," she said curtly, holding back her tongue. She joined him in the commissary, refusing to take his elbow. She didn't need anyone's help with just walking. While other girls, perhaps forensic techs thousands of years ago, might have been giddy over receiving the arm of a man, it only irritated Tryke.

"What did you want to gab about?" Tryke asked, a bit stiffly. She couldn't deny that she herself was hungry, and Marx didn't seem to be an entirely awful person. Her wariness of him ebbed slowly, the longer she interacted with him without having to stop him from blowing something up. That was always a plus.

The Office

So I was prepping an update, and it involved someone getting to fill in as the receptionist. I entered all of the characters (even Aidan) into a generator, to see which one it would spit out...

....Chris Meyer is our temporary receptionist.....

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: The Dining Room ---> The Cargo Bay

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"Isn't that a sin?" Dorothy muttered, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, as Atticus swore quite religiously. She watched him head off, probably to go fetch another bible and attempt to hit any intruders with it. Nodding at the businessman, Dorothy rose to her feet, her own piece already on her. It was a habit from the military she couldn't shake. Going without it felt like being naked to her.

Fortunately, it wasn't very far to get from the Dining Room to the Cargo Bay. It was practically a stone's throw away. Making her way down to the lower level, Dorothy kept her gun in her hands, the safety off. While conventional wisdom might have said to keep the doctor away from the line of fire, Dorothy didn't abide by those rules. Anisa was in some serious f’n zse. No one, under any circumstances, was allowed to hurt the Captain if Dorothy had a say in the matter.

She watched as Jackson headed outside, able to pick out their conversation. It was Patience, then. Though, Dorothy didn't really need to hear that to know--it was always Patience when something went amiss on Whitefall. It hardly made any sense to her that people continued to land here, with the way they were treated. Once again ignoring conventional wisdom, Dorothy walked down to the ramp, standing next to Jackson.

Impulse control wasn't one of her many virtues.

"Sorry I'm late," Dorothy apologized, raising her own gun. "These lads must realize this is tze sah ju yi."