Morose

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@sakurasan You've hit day 5 on your post counter, need to get a post in before that flips over to day 8.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Med Bay

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Dorothy smirked slightly at Anisa's assessment of Patience. She couldn't help but agree with the captain wholeheartedly, but she had more important things to do than to get into an argument with the Preacher. For now, both Anisa and Camilla were in the golden hour. A fight might push them out of that and cause the Preacher to have someone more important to give last right's to. "Gen, this best be important, otherwise I need you to get gone, understood? Ma shong, Gen." She didn't exactly need the Companion to be getting underfoot at the moment. She preferred to have the Med Bay clear, allowing her to quickly move around if needed. "Unless, of course, you have a bullet in you as well?"

Nodding, Dorothy returned to a crouched position by Camilla. Eyeing the entry and exit wounds in turn, she grabbed an antiseptic and began to clean Camilla's wound. "So, Camilla, what's your favorite color?" Normally, Dorothy would've asked her patients to talk about a memory from their childhood, anything to keep them calm and steady. But for Camilla, she doubted that would've kept her in decent shape. It was a bit of a painstaking process, cleaning out the wound, and she kept her eyes glued on her patient. An antibiotic may become more than necessary otherwise. Setting aside the antiseptic once she finished, Dorothy grabbed a fresh bandage, and began bandaging up the shoulder, careful to keep pressure on it. "Camilla, love, are you feeling any dizziness? I need to know if you'll need more blood, but you seem to be remarkably well," Dorothy mused. She kept pressure on the wound, counting up in her head as to pass the time, as she waited for the bleeding to stop. In some cases, it could take upwards of ten minutes. As soon as she judged her patient to be fine, Dorothy smiled, and took a step back. "Try to be kind to that, yeah? Don't be going off and hurting it again for a little while."

Changing out her gloves and grabbing the supplies she'd need to treat Anisa, she moved over towards the Captain. A quick inspection confirmed her thoughts--the bullet was still inside of Anisa. She'd need to extract it, otherwise, lead poisoning could become incredibly possible. "So, Captain, tell me all about your dream pair of heels?" Dorothy asked, maneuvering the light above to shine down on Anisa's thigh. With various metal instruments, Dorothy held what appeared to be a glorified pair of tweezers in one hand, and in the other, a simple rod to help her ease the wound open, as well as keep pressure. She would nod along as Anisa (hopefully) went on about her dream pair of shoes, carefully easing her instruments into the wound, her hands steady. As long as Anisa didn't flinch, everything would be fine. Neither of them seemed like they'd go into shock, thankfully. The bullet was mostly intact, and Dorothy found the largest piece, and slowly removed it. She set it aside, repeating the process until the bullets were out.

"What about your dream coat, hmm?" Dorothy asked, now largely repeating the work she'd already done on Camilla. She sterilized and cleaned the wound, bandaging it up and applying pressure in order to stop the bleeding. Anisa's pants were largely in tatters, after Preacher ever so kindly tore them apart. Once her work was largely done, Dorothy took a step back, examining the pair of them. She had adrenaline on hand, if they needed it, and a fairly decent supply of blood.

"You've both been shot before, so I'm assuming you'll be able to tell if you're going into shock, or if you're dizzy from blood loss," Dorothy said, eyeing Camilla and Anisa. "So, that being said...How are you feeling now?"

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. :) I'm hoping to have everyone wrapped up within the next 5 Altsoba Updates. Would that work or do you think Amy'll need more time?

H20 Just Add Water (Nallore&Morose)

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Millicent Blair

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Location: Mako Island ---> The Beach
Interacting With: Alice Kennedy @Nallore

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Glancing around, Millicent couldn't help but be surprised that there weren't any Search and Rescue boats around. Perhaps Australians were a bit tougher that way, but she decided to concentrate more on rubbing her chilled skin in an attempt to regain some body heat. Helping Alice shove the boat out, Millie clamored in, offering to help with navigating them back to the beach.

"My parents are probably pissed," Millie chuckled. "Either that or they didn't notice. Fifty fifty chance." Her laughter fell from her lips like the soft peeling of bells, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The pile of chores she had to complete loomed over her head. It'd take a few good hours to complete them, and of course, there would be school assignments as well. As the boat zoomed towards the shore, Millicent glanced back at island they were rapidly speeding away from. It almost had a mystical air to it, and as much as Millicent struggled with science, she couldn't think of any normal explanation for the bubbling water.

Biting her lip, she glanced over at Alice. "Do you think the place was radioactive or something?"

H20 Just Add Water (Nallore&Morose)

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Millicent Blair

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Location: Mako Island
Interacting With: Alice Kennedy @Nallore

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Millicent nodded slightly, thinking back towards her friends from home. Cassidy and Juniper had been her two closest friends, but their parents had disagreed politically. Any occasion in which she hanged out with them had turned into some sort of contest, a fight to the death between the Leave and Remain mentalities. It had been better when the Blairs left for Australia, as her parents could no longer bicker and ruin her friendships. Instead, they killed them altogether.

"Life goes on," Millie explained, smiling slightly. "You just have to look on the sunny side of life~" Closing her eyes briefly, Millicent let her hair float in the water, singing the silly tune to herself. Her accent had practically evaporated since moving to Australia, with only her parents retaining the thick Scottish brogue.

"There is one beautiful girl in particular here," Millicent teased, winking slightly.

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Millicent's skin felt as wrinkled as a prune as the moon rose high in the sky, the soft light spilling down into the slight clearing. She doubted that her parents would've been too worried yet, but as she glanced up and saw the moon, Millie couldn't help but curse. "I think we might have a late fee...Like for library books, but for a boat," Millicent joked, grinning at Alice.

However, her smile faded as the universe decided to make them into....soup?! Frowning, her eyebrows raised high, Millicent started to climb out of the water. However, before she could do so, Alice had grabbed her hand. She gasped for air, taking a deep breath, and followed Alice out from the pool. By the time she came above and onto dry land, Millicent was coughing, having some water nearly reach her lungs.

"So...Is it normal for pools in Australia to start turning people into stew?" Millicent inquired, shivering slightly against the chill of the cool night air.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii Not yet! Wait for my signal! :P

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

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Edwina Fairfax & The Joker

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Location: The People's Bank of Gotham
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah, Batman

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Edwina's mind was racing. The instant the lights were taken out and the room plunged into darkness, only the occasional flash of light from the police cars outside came to her aid. And even then, it wasn't enough to maintain any illusions. She attempted to grab it, in order to save up enough to create a sort of energy blast, but even that was no use.

"Looks like Lucifer is afraid of the dark!" the Joker cackled, aimlessly throwing more cups of acid into the darkness. Whenever he heard a sound, he threw a cup towards its target. One of these, as fate would have it, struck Edwina. She screamed in pain, realizing the severity of it. As a scientist, she knew she'd only have a short window of time before damage became permanent.

"Un...Joker! You hit me!" Edwina shouted, hopeful that she'd feel cool water hit her skin, and wash away the chemicals. But her uncle did nothing. Biting her lip, she quickly removed the outer layer of her costume, the area that had been hit with the acid splash. Throwing it blindly in the darkness, it hit Cheetah, entirely unbeknownst to her.

"Oopsie!" the Joker cackled, continuing to throw more and more vats of acid. "That's one of the downfalls of comedy, Edwina! You're always taking shots from people who just don't get the joke!"

Meanwhile, the Joker had slowly been backing away from the sound of the fighting, still throwing those acid-filled cups. The plan? Escape, and leave the girls to deal with the Bat. It had been his plan all along, of course. "You know, Batsy, these girls are wanted criminals! They're exactly your type!"

And then the Joker seemed to vanish. Edwina had managed to get most of the acid off of her skin, and she attempted to find her way in the darkness, in order to free Nyt from the cage. Her hands extended in front of her, Edwina gulped when she felt the hard muscle of the Bat. "I'm so sorry for this...."

And then she dropped to the ground, supporting herself all on one hand, as she swung her legs up to where she hoped the Bat's face would be. She wasn't going to allow Nyt and herself to be captured without a fight. "Cheetah, get her out of there! I've got the Bat!"

The Office

@The Whacko @AbysmalDemon Quick reminder you've hit day 5 on your post count! Need a post up before that hits day 8!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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

As was mentioned in the update, we're drawing near to the end of the first day. :) I'd like to ever so humbly request that once your character finishes up whatever task they're completing at the moment, you have them head in for the night. It'll make it much easier if everyone starts the next day at the same time. ^^ Thank you!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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

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It's rather late now. If your characters have been up all day, their eyes could be starting to droop. The sun has set and the magic rises. Whoops, wrong story! Almost everyone in town has returned home, boarding up their windows and doors as if they were trapped in a reality TV version of the Walking Dead. Does your character return home for their night? Do they still have business they wish to accomplish? Three hours till midnight, they best hurry. But of course, the end of the world waits for no man...

And as one hunter will soon learn, what's dead should stay dead.

@Lady Amalthea @Sohtem: The salt treatment, surprisingly enough, seems to work! New burns don't appear on the Detective, leaving the existing ones to cause him pain. He smiles sloppily, his head going slack, as he falls asleep. His thumb is sticking up, likely in reply to Amy's comments about a parking ticket. And I swear, LLA does not want to make this easy! You get Hanson into the ambulance, everything seems to be fine...Until, of course, that rotten ghost of John Moses appears again. Looks like this may take a bit of a fight, if you want to save the detective.

@Lady Amalthea: Danica's fans are either rather obsessed or have nothing better to do. Within a few minutes, they find the obituary for Emmy Blythe Hanson and Lara Eulalia Hansen, aged 93 and 86. It's dark outside, so Danica might not want to stay out there to read it on the streets, unless she fancies being shot by a deranged woman during a block party. (See what I did there? ;) ) But if she continues to read on, she finds that the Hansens adopted Walter, and the family practiced white magic. Walter is their only surviving family member. There's a photo of him at the funeral, looking rather crestfallen. His hands are clenched into fists.

@Witch Cat: Sylvia doesn't hear much at first, but slowly, she can feel a slight presence in the room. The spirits she summoned are present, screaming out in pain and horror. The lights in the room flicker before coming off, as the spirits manifest directly in front of her. "Stop him!" they wail over and over again. "He will bring the end of times!" Eventually, the two witches burst into flames, soot falling to the ground of the room. The power is restored, and this time, it doesn't seem like Belial has anything to say.

@Nallore: As Sam focuses on the strange image, she'll notice a slight pain in her head. Her nose bleeds slightly, as a voice almost whispers out from it. "Samantha...Bring Amy Chang to me...Samantha..." If Samantha decides to replay the video again, the voice will only keep on occurring. In fact, it'll only cease whispering to her once she leaves the room. The longer she stays put, the louder it'll get. She might even realize who the voice is--it's the voice of Satan, whispering through the cracks of his cage.

@Witch Cat: Daniyal's spell fails. Perhaps he's blinded by rage or grief, doesn't matter. The demons don't stay in motion, in fact, they do anything but. Four of them begin to move forward, their eyes as dark as fury itself. Mephistopheles, however, orders for them to stay back. He snaps his fingers and the door behind Daniyal shuts. If he tries it, it won't open. "Have you come to cash in on a favor, Danny boy?"

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Aloise Zamora

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Location: An alleyway in Boise, Idaho
Interacting With: Liam Matthews @Pundii

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Twirling her machete, Aloise jumped on top of the dumpster. Fangbangers were all around her, and she gritted her teeth, hearing her phone buzz. This really wasn't the time for this. Hopefully it wasn't too important, as it'd have to wait. The leader of the small hoard jumped up at her, and she swung her blade, severing the head from the body. Almost mechanically, Aloise continued with the pattern: run, jump, slice, dodge, duck. The vamp's blood sprayed at her like a piñata bursting.

"Kid, you alright?" Aloise asked, rapping her hand twice against the dumpster. A tiny blonde haired girl, covered in dirt and debris, slowly climbed out. Aloise scooped her up, smiling widely at her. "Now let's take you home, okay?"

The little girl nodded meekly, and told Aloise the directions to her home. It wasn't too far away, the poor thing had simply gone outside to chase the cat and gotten lost, wandered too far off. Holding her, Aloise smiled warmly, walking the two blocks it took to get to her house. She gently sat the girl down on the porch, and by the time her nervous parents came to collect their child, Aloise was already on her way.

It was a thankless job, hunting. But she didn't do it for the fame or the glory. Aloise did it to help. Recalling the phone call, she pulled out her phone, wiping some of the blood that had fallen on the screen on her pants. A voicemail had been left by an unknown caller, she realized. Tapping on it, Aloise held it up to her ear, hearing the message playback.

"Guess I'm heading to Altsoba," Aloise mused. She had been on her way anyways, making the long journey from San Diego to the new Death Capital of the United States. It would only be an eight hour drive from that point, and with a few dozen cans of Monster Energy, she'd be able to make do. It would've be the first time a hunter pulled an all nighter, after all.

Tapping out a text message to the caller, Aloise sent the following:

To: Liam Matthews
Should be there at 0400. Stay indoors, silver tends to be helpful for shifters. -A.

Returning her phone to her pocket, Aloise unlocked her yellow bug, and climbed inside. It had started to smell like death and decay, mostly because of the conditions that her work demanded. Wiping her face with her hand, Aloise punched in driving directions to Altsoba on her phone. Chugging her first of many cans of Monster Energy, she'd be there in a little under eight hours.

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Howard Brighton

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Location: Forgotten Relics - The Shopping District
Interacting With: Darren Andrews @Pundii, Mitsukuri Katsumi and Zachary Carpenter@BlueSky44

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Howard frowned slightly, picking at a hole in his suit. One of Darren's bullets had flown astray, nicking the fine fabric. While he himself was unharmed, he couldn't help but despair for the harm that came to his garment. It certainly hadn't asked to be involved with any of this.

"Aren't you a little young to be threatening people?" Howard questioned, glancing at Katsumi. She either was a teenager acting tough, or a really short adult attempting to compensate. Leaning backwards against the counter, Howard's fingers curled around the blade Adriana had dropped. "As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted, she was after this."

He twirled it in his fingers slightly, a strange burning sensation in his hand. "I believe the girl called it an angel blade. Naturally, I wasn't going to hand over something that could make a fine piece in my collection...Though I must admit, katanas are more my style."

Grinning at the group, Howard held his hands together as if in prayer. The bodies of Jade Cornish and Adriana Byrd were slumped on the ground, each of them with unfinished business, with unfinished stories. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness those two felt, and Howard moved to the back cabinet of his shop, pulling out four glasses, and filling them with liquor. "I hope you won't mind me giving the girl a drink, sheriff. It is the end of the world, is it not? Might as well give her a good experience before she dies in agony."

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Altsoba Police Station
Interacting With: Scarlet Warrington @Sohtem, Danica Graves @Lady Amalthea

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Cecily nodded, jotting down Danica's food request. As rude and abrasive as Danica was acting, all of the glorious references the girl spat off made Cecily smile. It wasn't all too often that she met someone else who appreciated the world of comic books. She accepted the evidence, putting it on the only bit of spare space behind her she could find, and turned around to face Danica.

"You'll find Hanson in the..." she trailed off, realizing the Brunette had left already. That was one issue taken care of, then. She returned her attention to Scarlet, biting her lip ever so slightly. It was within the procedures to not turn over evidence without proof of identity and proof of authorization. Her eyes flickered to the ever growing pile of evidence, the reports of the supernatural and the paranormal flooding in by the minute.

Question reality, one of her favorite superheroes had always said. "Fuck it. It's not like we'll all still be alive for me to be chewed out for letting you have access," Cecily said, standing up from the desk. "We've only got a handful of officers left, and I haven't heard from the other forensic tech still in town all day. Morgue is overcrowded with John and Jane Does. All the files we have are here, right behind me."