Morose

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

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Edwina shrugged. She figured that the Joker and the Bat were two sides of the same coin, designed to continue a tragic dance for the rest of their time on Earth. It unsettled her, slightly, that the Bat was none other than Bruce Wayne. The man was loaded with riches, enough to stabilize the socioeconomic climate of Gotham. Instead, he spent his time running around in costume, destroying the city as he attempted to fight the crime that he created. She knew that her father's girlfriend, Harley Quinn, had definitely been created by the Bat. There were rumors that Harley had a daughter even, one that Edwina hoped desperately not to be true. No one else had to be dragged into the Bat's escapades.

"Sounds like a bit of a rocky relationship," Edwina joked, referring the fact that most planets are in fact giant rocks. "Hmm....I could always try to boost the signal on your tablet, and we can attempt to contact your sister, then? Light is rather good at becoming energy....I'd just need a few hours rest, and an idea of how far this signal needs to go, for me to try to boost it."

Truthfully, Edwina knew that it would be far more complicated than that. The few hours would be for rest, but mostly for calculations, for her to see if she even could boost the signal with light waves. It seemed unlikely, but Isaac Newton invented an entirely new branch of mathematics for his purposes.

Why couldn't she invent a new type of light optics for hers?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall)

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Jack positioned himself so that he could interact with the rest of the group, as well as watch Tatiana as she helped Miss Sally. At any sign of trouble, he'd rush in there as quick as he could, and get her to safety. It didn't matter if it was a grease fire or a walker: he'd be there. Bazhooli's show brought a smile to his face, reminding him more and more of his childhood.

"I was a cop," Jack explained, instinctively holding out his hand. Old habits die hard--especially in the apocalypse. "Things went south in Chicago and..."

His voice trailed off, breaking slightly. Tears filled his eyes, recalling his last memory of his mother. Despite trying to convince himself that it hadn't been her he'd seen, he knew that it was. His mother had been the first walker he'd ever seen, and he had run. He ran when Sutton was surrounded, when she sacrificed herself for him. The guilt was a lot to deal with, even though none of it had been his fault. Everyone had choices to make, it was simple, but Jack wanted to save the world. He'd be happy with just saving Tatiana, however.

"You do not wanna be a cop in Chicago, trust me," Jack chuckled, attempting to think of happier moments. "Almost got sent to Detroit once...That would've been a hell of a transfah."

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: The Truck ---> Heard County High School (Franklin)

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Édouard snickered a bit, catching the tail end of Ray's sentence. The word sounded awfully similar to the French cut, sometimes translated as ass. The only problem, of course, was that it was the way little kids would refer to butts and the like. It would've fit in well with French equivalents for "the no no zone" "bathing suit parts" "wennie." Raising his finger slightly, Édouard pointed at Ray, about to motion for Svetlana, but it was far too funny. He kept laughing, slapping his (sore) leg and wincing a bit from the pain, but all too amused at the fact that a grown ass man had talked like a five year old.

"Tu parles comme un bébé!" Édouard exclaimed in explanation. Realizing that his translator still hadn't returned, Édouard obnoxiously mimed rocking a baby back and forth, and then rubbed his balled up hands by his eyes to mimic crying. All of this in order to make fun of the recently amputated man. And when Ray dropped his head onto Tiffany's shoulder, Édouard feigned kissie faces, motioning for Svetlana to join in. "Regarde! Il a une petite amie!"

He hardly stowed his teasing for the rest of the ride. He observed the various obstacles and chain fences without even pausing to consider what they signified. From the few occasions his family had to go into a safe house, they were a bit commonplace. It didn't phase him in the slightest, and he wouldn't have been shocked if his sister, Darcey, came and decked him. It had been her usual method of greeting, for some strange reason.

Listening intently to his translator's explanations as they entered the high school, Édouard did let his gaze stray to Tiffany, looking more south than was appropriate. Licking his lips slightly, Édouard then shook his head a bit. Svetlana might have been a horrible driver, and those bangs were slowly but surely killing him, but she had somehow endeared herself to him. Resolving to invite Svetlana to his room (because, of course, they'd have to give him a private room), Édouard let out a contented sigh. At her pointing at him, Édouard grinned widely.

Of course she wanted him, it was only natural.

Translations

Tu parles comme un bébé = You talk like a baby.
Regarde! Il a une petite amie! = Look! He's got a girlfriend!

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

Will get a post up tonight ^^

🦄 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's thoughts were interrupted by Cynthia's inane ramblings. She took in a deep breath and let out another one, thinking back to the lecture on purposeful procrastination she had been given as a freshman in college. By her sophomore year, deep breathing wasn't her preferred technique to calm down with. But given that Marc, a bloody member of the bloody FBI, was in town...Doing drugs wasn't a risk she could afford. He may have visited her in prison, tried to get Tuesday to go sober. But that didn't mean, to her, that he wouldn't just as easily arrest her and throw her back into that hell hole.

"The asshole was wearing a fucking protective vest," Tuesday agreed, walking over to Tim as soon as she found herself centered. "You don't have to be Einstein, though, to realize that Lawson isn't the only person who can ID the perp."

She didn't allow herself to glance at Cynthia, hoping that her words would speak for themselves. It might have been the drugs slowly messing with her brain after years of continued use, but the way things were going, Tuesday would bet her left kidney that Cynthia knew who the killer was. Even the insane can have some rhyme and reason to their ramblings. And with how consistent the girl had been, Tuesday knew the answer was somewhere in that fucked up mind.

"When is this going to end, Tim?" Tuesday asked rather pointedly, forcing herself to look the cop in the eye. He couldn't arrest her, she reassured herself. He didn't have jurisdiction for a crime committed in California, she concluded. "I find it fucking hard to believe that no one's seen a damn thing, with everyone being stringed up all around town."

Haunted Isles

@Gilgex Go for it, post whatever you want. Don't worry about giving me something to work with as I am skilled at figuring things out ;)

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Oh awesome :D I'll try to post for Nora today as well, but for sure will for MHR and TWD

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea I'll get in a post today :) Same with TWD

Haunted Isles

@Gilgex I can always have Eddie come in and save the day. She could've cheated death.

Haunted Isles

And her biography is up & complete. ^_^

Haunted Isles

@Gilgex Well, with what Aislin is, a salt & iron bullet is pretty much a death sentence to her. Especially if there's no exit wound.