Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Silver Carrot Let me know if you need any help. :) I'll go ahead and update the lore information today, got a bit of a moment.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Silver Carrot Yep, just like Lady A said today is a great time to come in. :) I'll be updating the lore tabs as well as reworking the summary of the story so far within the week, as soon as I find a spare moment. The werewolf character is possible, it'll require a discussion over PM to work out the details prior to you submitting a CS. The atheist character can just have a finished CS submitted in the OOC for GM approval.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Nallore At least LLA loves Éd and doesn't chop off his limbs :P

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Vicinity of the Front Outer Wall (Lagrange St) ---> Inner Wall Gate

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"I'm always okay," Jack replied, a smile on his face yet his tone was grim. It was within his nature to protect his loved one, a large part of the reason he became a cop in the first place. As Tatiana went over to Sophia, Jack groaned on the inside, wishing that she would've stayed down. The shooter could easily come back, and a person running around taking care of those in a wheelchair would make an excellent target. Was it selfish of him to choose Tatiana to live and Sophia to die?

He didn't come up with an answer. Instead, he stayed low as he dashed over to Tatiana, thankful for the apparent cease in gunfire. As soon as the pair of them got their weapons back, they'd be able to leave the city. He hadn't the faintest idea what Newnan was dealing with, and he didn't want to lose Tatiana as well. Sutton had died because of him--Tatiana's blood couldn't be on his hands.

His fingers laced around hers, and he let Tatiana through the inner gate first, before coming behind her. It must have been an odd sight to see, the ballerina, the performer, the cripple, and the cop, all dashing for shelter. "Any idea who'd come an' do this?" Jack asked, glancing at Sophia. "They're absolute gahbage, whoevah they are."

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Dans La Rue ---> Into the Woods

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Édouard narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing the man's instructions. His tutors had told him the same thing on countless occasions, stressing the importance of learning English in this world. Even now, Édouard still held a distinct distaste for that language. It was for the dogs, the birds, and Hannah Montanna fans! Glancing at the others standing around, Édouard hardly doubted they'd communicate with him. "Seulement les crétins parlent anglais," Édouard sniffed. At the man refusing to shake his hand, Édouard couldn't help but feel more and more offended. No one disrespected him and got away with it!

Well, perhaps Svetlana did, but that was beside the point...

Édouard reluctantly climbed into the truck, seriously considering just leaving. No one had bothered to explain to him what was going on, so he didn't see any danger to it. Still, he couldn't exact revenge upon the man from Lyon without knowing where he lived. And with Amelia's threats, she had made it onto his shit list as well. He sniffed again. Filthy Americans. They wouldn't know real culture if it crashed the car they were riding in. He picked at his nails, attempting to get rid of the dirt, only to groan as they stopped to pick up more people.

"Ce sont deux esclaves?" Édouard asked, his smile brightening a bit at the thought. There wasn't anything quite as romantic as forced labor--it was even more satisfying, however, when he got to watch someone else do it.

Translations

Seulement les crétins parlent anglais = Only imbeciles speak English
Ce sont deux esclaves? = Are those two slaves?

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Jaina Sarbye

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Location: The Bridge ---> Observation ---> Conference Room; The Vindicator

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Jaina pouted slightly, surrendering the sword. She considered herself rather talented with a sword (she isn't), able to use it for a variety of purposes. Killing flies with a sword had to be in the top ten of her favorite hobbies, though it always seemed to cause people to become upset. For a moment, she felt the oncoming of despair and sadness, and Jaina's eyes widened, her grin turning sick and twisted as she forced herself to cling to happiness.

"Thank you, Commodore!" Jaina squealed, feeling relief at Jes's offer. Doing an awkward mix between a salute and a one armed hug, Jaina skipped off, leaving the others behind. She had overheard a bit of their conversation about the torture tapes, and considered asking Kordath if she could help in making the next ones. Perhaps he'd enjoy her idea of carving smiles on people's faces, so that way everyone could feel the endless glee she felt!

She stared out at the observation deck, hearing the Commodore and the others continue to converse on the bridge. She didn't pay too close attention to it, instead having a bit of a daydream. She had always pondered how to thank her brother properly for the gift he had given her. Her first solution was a cyanide pie, lovingly stuffed down his gullet. Another idea was an exploding whoopee cushion, delicately placed inside of his TIE fighter. The possibilities were endless, and Jaina let out a content sigh. One day, one day, she'd be able to pay him back for his lovely gift with one of her own.

However, she did a literal backflip at hearing Jes call for her. She loved learning secrets! It was part of her job, figuring out what people were going to do and where they were going to do it, in order to drag them back in chains. She nibbled a bit on the candy she had retrieved and went into the conference room, amusing herself with the spinning chairs. If it was up to her, everyone would be required to run around standing on the spinning chairs to travel from place to place aboard the ship.

"I think the doctor is dead," Jaina commented, smiling happily, entirely oblivious to the fact that her dear friend Morgbra was the doctor. "Can we get a cat instead this time?"

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Sutton Corandel

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Location: The Bridge ---> Main Hold; The Raven

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Sutton rolled her eyes at Luke, winking at him as she headed out. "I'm a queen, bitch," she teased, knowing that Luke wouldn't write her up for something as harmless as that. She walked into the Main Hold, just as Nali was asking if Matthew could ever be serious for a few moments. Sutton raised an eyebrow, curious about the answer to that herself.

"At least we know he isn't a clone," Sutton teased, her tongue poking out slightly as she smiled. She couldn't help but snort at Kayala's comments, finding them perhaps all too accurate about her friend. She didn't get along with the Face, but it seemed that Kayala had decided upon a rather more sarcastic personality for the day. Sutton could live with that. "But does he have much of a vocabulary to begin with?" Sutton mused, winking at Matthew. She then proceeded to wait for Luke and the Senator to begin the briefings. And if at all possible, she'd find a way to avoid any face time with the Hutts if she could help it. She didn't feel a need to explain her past. Not today, at least.

H20 Just Add Water (Nallore&Morose)

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Millicent Blair

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Location: The Beach
Interacting With: Alice Kennedy @Nallore

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Millicent giggled a bit, contorting her face into that of an angry parent. "Millicent! Ciamar a Dare thu a 'fuireach a-mach anmoch!" She laughed more, covering her face with her hands slightly, almost mouse like in her movements. She threw a smile over at Alice, grinning broader at her acceptance of the invitation. Truthfully, she had no idea what films were out and even then, she doubted that Australia had the same selection as Scotland. "Does noon work for you?" Millicent asked. She nodded at Alice's offer of coming over. Once her parents had had some time to calm down, seeing a friend of hers coming might relieve her mother slightly. It'd be proof that she wasn't entirely socially incompetent.

"Do you know if there are any good movies out?" Millicent added. "I'm pretty much up for everything...except for science documentaries. Those put me to sleep."

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

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Edwina Fairfax

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Location: Subway
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah

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Edwina nodded a bit, thinking over the spaceship. While some small town folk in Oregon may struggle with it, she had a degree in physics. Engineering was a bit different, but it was really just the application of science to various issues and problems. With enough concentration, even if they couldn't fix it, Edwina likely could. As they sat in the Subway car, Edwina was too drained to maintain the normal illusions, her skin taking on the softest glow from all of the light she had been directing.

"You know, the Bat is the reason my uncle Jack went crazy," Edwina offered, sighing a bit. Sure, her uncle had been a criminal to start with. He hadn't been, however, the green haired freak that he was presently. There had been some sort of heist at a chemical factory, and because of the Gotham Bat, her uncle had fallen into a vat of acid. The Bat had created his own worst nightmare.

"I can probably fix the ship," Edwina added. "Experimental physics is sort of my thing...What's your planet like, by the way?"

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Tuesday sounds great to me. :)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

GM update is up. All post counters have been reset to zero, in order to accommodate those who had been waiting for a week for the next GM update, while I was waiting for others to post. Enjoy the breathing room, and remember to edit in your new skills. :)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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

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A chill is present the next morning. Those remaining in Altsoba on June 21st have taken shelter, all in various locations. Some remain in their homes, holding tight to loved ones and praying to whatever spirits remain to spare their souls. Others tried their luck leaving town once more, only for their bodies, too, to be found piled up in the woods. A makeshift shelter has been set up in the Altsoba High Gym, with supplies from the Food Bank and other stores being used to sustain the survivors. The outside world continues to watch with horror, glued to the television set with each update from Altsoba. In fact, the National Guard had been deployed, sent to complete an investigation. Only a handful of them made it through the ensuing fray, among those few entering the town was former marine Aloise Mendoza.

You've survived one day -- will you survive the next?

@Lady Amalthea: The dog and Danica seem to get along just fine, the mangy mutt even licking her away in the morning. Its definitely warmed up to her, and as soon as the sun comes up, it begins to scratch and paw at the door. Its tag and collar jingle a bit as it does so frantically, with the determination and skill of a loyal creature hoping to save its master from an untimely fate. If Danica reads the address on the collar, she'll realize the dog's owner lives at Alistair Apartments--Ariana Byrd. Danica may recognize that John's last article before his death was about the Seattle Ghost Tours and that he interviewed a tour guide by the same name.

@Lady Amalthea: Amy has a bit of a sleepless night. The phone continues to ring off the hook, yet whenever someone at the hospital would try to answer it, there would be no one there. An unsettling atmosphere has come over the hospital by morning, and despite all of the frantic calls from the previous day, the place is practically a ghost town. Dr. Sorreast comes in, a bit dazed and confused. She probably had a few too many to drink--don't exactly blame her, of course. Everyone had a rough night.

@Lady Amalthea: Belladonna, given that her house is right next to the cemetery, likely has noticed a few things this lovely morning. The first is that her eldest daughter, Mercurial, still has yet to surface from her room. She's probably amusing herself with the guillotine she recently received, however. The second, of course, was the explosion from the night prior caused by Hansen and Amy. The third, and perhaps the most important, the absence of the ghost that used to haunt the house. The ghost, Countess Elisse, was usually at her most active in the morning.

@Pundii: Sariel and Liam talk long into the night, the angel occasionally getting up and walking to the door, before returning as if nothing was wrong. Throughout their conversations, Liam will learn about how there can only be one Prophet at a time, and that they are able to see what is yet to come. She, an archangel, has been designated to protect him from harm. However, Sariel doesn't talk much about the other angels. A certain sadness falls upon her whenever the subject comes up.

@BlueSky44: Zachary doesn't get any time to sleep tonight. The 911 calls just doesn't stop, sending the sheriff all over the small town. One of them is from the warden, the poor old man is freaking out. Another is from the leader of the makeshift shelter, and yet another is from a resident, talking about a fire on Grant Road and yet another in the cemetery. Pick his poison, but as the sun rises in the sky, Zachary's still got more work to do.

@BlueSky44: While the cops may not have time for rambling old women, they do seem to have time for Katsumi. As she leaves Forgotten Relics and makes her way back to her accommodations, a squad car picks her up and takes her to Altsoba High. There, she's checked in and given a sleeping bag, as well as some rations. There are some other children there her age, most of them seem to be a bit shaken up. Some of them are whispering too, about how Daniyal had been caught up in the action at Town Center the day before, but no one had heard from him since.

@Nallore: As Samantha heads to Jake's, she'll notice a few things. The entire place is surrounded with a makeshift blockade, a woman and her dog are patrolling the area, and the restaurant doors are covered in crime scene tape. Special Agent Scarlett Warrington is in charge of this crime scene, but she lacks the staff to do much. There's hardly anyone there to help her, seems the agent must be hated by the Altsoba PD or they just have more pressing issues to deal with. Either way, this could be the scoop Samantha needs!

@Witch Cat: Sylvia sleeps fairly well, considering the events of that day. Her spirit guide doesn't pester her, letting the poor witch get some much needed beauty sleep. However, she's woken up by the sound of scratching and barking at a door down the hall. If she goes out to investigate, she'll find the dog is inside of Danica's room, and Sylvia will have a strange premonition about this creature. Its seen something that it shouldn't have.

@Witch Cat: Eudora isn't bothered during the night. The police have bigger fish to fry, and Eudora manages to do her thing, wandering the abandoned and desolate streets of Altsoba. Around daybreak, an incessant meow will get her attention. A ginger tabby, missing one of its legs, is yowling at her fiercely. The poor thing's owners must have fled the previous day, leaving it all by itself.

<<For surviving the first day, the following characters have earned new skills. Please edit them into your character sheet within the next four days. Otherwise, the skill will be lost.

Additionally, post counters have all reset to 0 effective this post, as another reward for surviving>>


Amy Chang - Paranormal Remedies (General)
Danica Graves - Basic Knowledge of the Supernatural (General)
Liam Matthews - Visions (General)
Zachary Carpenter - Investigation (General)
Katsumi Mitsukuri - Intimidation (General)
Howard Brighton - Blade (Angel) (Combat)
Darren Andrews - Knowledge of the Book of Revelations (General)
Samantha Hunter - Survival Instincts (General)
Sylvia Strange - Deduction (General)

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Jade Cornish

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What's Dead Should Stay Dead
Location: The Morgue

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In life, Jade had always been one to joke about having a suite reserved for her in hell. She would imply that she was at some status of royalty there, in order to hide the actual demons that haunted her. And while hell had little in common with Dante's depiction of it, the pain had been a familiar one. The darkest moments of her life, constantly replayed without any hope of respite. Her father, forcing himself upon her, time and time again.

That was what happened to Jade Cornish when she died, when Adriana pulled the trigger and claimed her life. She didn't go to heaven. She went to hell, not to burn, but to be destroyed over and over again. She went to hell to be remade, just so that way she could be torn apart. Time in hell didn't pass as slowly as on Earth, either. An hour on Earth was five days in hell. It had been over twenty days already for her, and in hell, she didn't have access to her medications.

Her demons were no longer confined to the shadows.

"Please...stop..." Jade whispered weakly, entirely and utterly broken from the torture. She found herself on a slab of cool metal, clad in nothing but a sheet. Blood stained parts of it, and surrounding her in the room were other corpses. But rather than get up and look around, Jade remained still. She had given up fighting the demons long ago. If they were going to hurt her, she would let them.

"Get it over with," Jade said, lying her head back, as she closed her eyes. She braced herself, waiting for the familiar pain. Everyday, she remembered the foolishness that had claimed her life. Sometimes, she wondered if she had imagined the entire affair, using it as a way to escape the viciousness forced upon her each and every day.

Only the slight flickering of the lights replied to her.

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Howard Brighton

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Location: Number 1 Grant Road

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Howard rolled over in his sleep, the laptop in front of him slowly playing Netflix. He had managed to keep it going for a few hours, giving the archaeology professor some much needed distractions. The entire day had been incredibly bizarre for him, and he couldn't help but imagine the impact it would have on history. Watching the inmate girls and their drama appealed to him greatly, as he could be removed from it, hardly interacting with other people.

"I'm sorry, but there are no extensions...I don't care your grandmother got cancer..." Howard muttered, before turning over again. The angel blade, knocked by his hand, fell to the ground. His veins had turned a rather dark and sickly shade, yet the man continued to sleep on, oblivious to the infection that managed to defy all odds and run through his body after all. If he didn't notice, he'd only have days left.

Of course, the intro theme of his show tended to disagree--it kept insisting that he still had time.

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Aloise Zamora

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Location: Aunt Sue's Inn
Interacting With: Liam @Pundii

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Aloise clamored out of the yellow bug, letting out a yawn. She had been driving nonstop, and if there was anything she hated, it was that. The darkness had obscured a large portion of the road, and she spent a few hours once she arrived in town poking around the woods. Despite the remnants of a demon deal, she couldn't find much. The bodies were a given, similar to early paranormal events sighted in the town. She didn't care so much about the repeats as she did about the differences.

"Mr. Matthews? It's Aloise Mendoza," Aloise announced, rapping on the door. She had managed to slip by Mrs. Hudson without getting into a large conversation, and she tugged slightly on her necklace as she waited. Meeting a client always was a bit of an interesting experience. The more they needed her help, she found, the less they seemed to want it.

But if she could help this person, then it'd all be enough. She had been given a second chance at life for a reason. She wasn't going to waste it. "You called me about a shapeshifter?" Aloise added, just in case the man forgot the reason he contacted her. It wouldn't have been the first time.