Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. For your post, here's the outcomes determined by LLA:

--Amy: Sorreast looks at her strangely, blood spilling from her lips, but she doesn't seem to notice. She starts to approach Amy, before stopping, like a dog whose leash had just been pulled back on sharply. "Her?" Sorreast says, pointing at Amy. There's a pause. "Say yes, Amy."

--Belladonna: Mercurial hasn't come down yet. The cat does end up running down the stairs, its tail fluffed up. There's the sound of a clean slice--probably Mercurial putting away the guillotine.

--Danica: No one is home. If Danica tries the door, it's locked but if she looks under the mat, there's a key. Inside she'll find an almost obsessive collection of articles on Detective Hanson, John Moses, and satanic rituals.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea I sacrifice all characters I have to save Cecily

*slides the pile of bodies to the middle of the table* I'm all in ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Inner Wall (Lagrange St) ---> LaGrange Street, headed North to Building 2 (Mess Hall) ---> Mess Hall

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Sophia's explanation of events had been troubling, to say the least. The more Jack thought about it, the more he wished they could get the hell out of dodge. It seemed that every time he found something akin to normalcy, the world ripped it away from him. Thankful to see the now familiar sight of Miss Sally, Jack wrapped Tatiana into a tight embrace as soon as they entered the Mess Hall.

"We'll be fine, solovey," Jack promised. "Cops got a sixth sense and all, you know? We know when things are gonna get bad."

Of course, that wasn't entirely true. He'd seen his fair deal of horrors, including the death of his partner. He grimaced slightly, remembering the days when a deranged acrobat obsessed with happiness had been the biggest problem on his plate. Well, it was more the bullets she kept firing, but that was besides the point.

"We'll play Monopoly when this is all ovah, okay?" Jack asked, kissing Tatiana's forehead, as he refused to let her go.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: The Truck

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Édouard watched as Amelia shuddered, and he grinned sickeningly. If there was one thing he had in common with his sisters, it was knowing when someone was terrified. It was how he managed to enjoy the lifestyle he had become accustomed to, throwing around his family name in order to bring faces of terror upon others. It was how they should be, in awe of him and the fact that it was by his grace they remained alive. "Je t'en prie," Édouard mouthed to Amelia.

He laughed a bit at her attempt at a joke. She could be a bit funny, the mouse! His tongue ran over his lips slightly, them having cracked a bit from the heat. "Et je suis un dieu, mon amie," Édouard added. "Je ne suis pas esclave."

His smile vanished at the man from Lyon's words. His nostrils flared, and Édouard almost moved to stand up, before remembering the soreness and tenderness of his leg. "Je suis un Riviere," Édouard hissed, his words hardly audible. Already, Édouard wanted to shove the man at a hoard of walkers, but perhaps that would be too kind...They'd finish him off quickly. The man deserved a slow death, for showing such disrespect!

"Bonjour, mexicain! Ça va?"

Translations

Je t'en prie = You're welcome [more formal version]
Et je suis un dieu, mon amie = And I am a god, my friend
Je ne suis pas esclave = I am not a slave
Je suis un Riviere = I am a Riviere
Bonjour, mexicain! Ça va? = Hello, Mexican! How goes it?

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: In Front of the Sporting Goods Store

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Tuesday stepped back, letting the paramedics take over. She hadn't gone to Stanford in order to become an EMT. Her parents had decided that she'd be a surgeon, working on the operating table, and surrounded by a team. Her hands, kept nimble and graceful as she learned the violin, were to be one of her greatest assets. Steady, not prone to shaking. As Roxanne and Riley started chatting, Tuesday looked aside uncomfortably.

She never did well when it came to talking to Riley's friends. Her social skills hadn't improved much since high school, with her friends growing shadier and shadier with each passing day. Considering for a moment walking over to Cynthia, in order to figure out what else the girl knew, Tuesday decided against it. She'd encouraged the behavior in her almost, leading the girl on about it. If anything, Tuesday needed a breath of fresh air, a chance to get away from it all.

Walking over to a bench, Tuesday sat down and closed her eyes, breathing in the morning air. No matter what happened, she knew that they couldn't take the sky from her. She'd find serenity, one way or another. Pulling out her phone, Tuesday pondered calling her parents, before deciding against it. They'd likely be relieved if Riley or she had perished that morning.

Haunted Isles

You're fine. :P I'll get a post up soon ish.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@BlueSky44 It has been 5 days since the update was posted and your skills have not been edited in. These skills have therefore been removed for your characters and may not be edited into the CS's.

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@Nallore Sounds good. :) And we all know Tuesday would be an excellent addition to the apocalypse...



Though I did get a brilliant idea earlier for another version of the sequel RP. It was inspired by our dearest Jaina Sarbye, for those of you familiar with her.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore Kay. :P So Tuesday post for you then? Sounds good. ^^

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

@Din Will do! :) It'll take me a while to get to work on the Austean, but I'll be sure to ask questions

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii And you better :P That's what's getting me through the day lol