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@Lady Amalthea You find one where they both work, let me know. :P Jaina has an alternate non-Star Wars backstory that is just as thrilling, and a back-up/secondary faceclaim in case it's ever weird to use Kaylee for her.

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@Lady Amalthea Jade isn't the only one who is ^_^ But enjoy your bonus points!

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@Witch Cat Nah. :P

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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Cecily couldn't help but admire Dr. Brinne a little bit more. The first time she had met Caesar, she had been scared to death of the man. Every minute she was near him, she felt like he was a boot, and she was just a little ant. And even now, after a week of nearly being killed and having the terrifying man only look out for her, she still felt slightly nervous. The very fact that Natasha wasn't worried about being ripped in half as she put a hand on Caesar's shoulder won her Cecily's admiration.

If Caesar wasn't there, she might have made a slight joke about the TSA finally turning murderous. It wasn't exactly appropriate to say in front of the next of kin, and instead, the acting coroner nodded at Dr. Brinne. "How many airports are there in Justice? There's the big one, but I imagine there are smaller ones, private ones...If we fuck up and look into the wrong airport hangar, the press'll report on it, and whoever is behind this will know we're on to them." It was something they'd have to do right the first time. They couldn't afford to let the murderer know that they nearly found the crime scene. It would be like sending out a beacon, warning them that they would need to clean up their mess a little more thoroughly soon.

"Yes, of course," Cecily nodded, mulling over Caesar's request. She assumed that he asked for the favor as a sign of trust for her, and she hoped he realized that she didn't actually do the autopsies herself. Dr. Brinne would be the one performing them, given that she had a medical license, and Cecily was only proficient with pouring herself DayQuill whenever she fell ill. "The next of kin information would be helpful. And yes, I was almost a murder victim," Cecily replied. It was a bit ironic to her, given that in the first two years she was in Justice, she was undergoing therapy for depression. Homicide was never a possibility that crossed her mind for what her own death certificate might one day read.

"Caesar...Did Alicia have a Facebook or anything? Did she ever mention the names of her friends?"

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Boston Heights

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Seeing Marc with a gun, his finger on the trigger, Tuesday's eyes widened. Sure, the two of them had had their ups and downs. But...he wouldn't kill her, would he? She gulped a bit as he came at her, but seeing him put the gun away, she let out a side of relief. The hard stuff tended to make her a bit paranoid, and she almost laughed at herself, even as Marc pulled her into a hug.

"Smoker lungs, Marc...Can't breath..." Tuesday joked, snickering a bit as he let her go. "And good. Ask me no questions and I won't have to think up some bullshit to tell you. And, while I'm at it, I'm just going to plead the fifth in advance...Just in case." She winked a bit at him, though her face was a bit drawn. She had gotten worse since the reunion, it was written in her face and her features. Of course, she still didn't look nearly as bad as some in the Deadlight District--but those that had known her in high school, such as Marc, they would notice.

"Fine, fine, fine..." Tuesday sighs, mockingly putting her hands up in the air. "But I don't see why we need to visit Riley. She isn't my mom. I'm a fucking adult and I'd like to be treated like one." At the thick accent, however, Tuesday realized there was little chance that the man was Marc's partner. The name sounded familiar as well -- she remembered seeing a girl reading one of his books in Cell Block D.

"It's actually Sunday," she teased, shaking his hand. "Chloe Ridgeway."

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Update has gone up! :) Fun fact: 3 NPCs in this update were originally thought up for other RPs, but I decided to tie them in. Bonus points if you can say who they are and how they tie in to other RP characters of mine.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

I'll get a post up soon-ish. :) I stumbled upon the perfect faceclaim for Jaina's brother today. XD Thought I'd share.

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

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@BlueSky44: Decker wordlessly floors it, causing the car to speed off away from the scene. The woman is covered in blood, but it doesn't phase her. Zach won't remember the woman, and the amateur radio set up in the vehicle indicates this wasn't the first time she was communicating on police frequencies. A baseball bat sits on the floor of the car, grey matter splattered over it. "You've got questions," Decker says, more of a statement than a question of her own. She keeps her eyes fixed on the road, driving towards the Jefferson Family farm.

@BlueSky44: Katsumi is in luck! As she heads into her apartment, everything is largely the way she left it. On the shelf, there is a text in particular that may help. Written by Frances Tate in 1923, the book details the Rise of the Witnesses. It comes with the instructions for ending it as well, including a specific spell. This spell requires the sacrifice of a person who has arisen from hell. The lifeblood must be then used to drawn the symbol of Hel, a Norse goddess. Of course, as the book sleeve informs the reader, Frances Tate was a member of the Bloomsbury Set, and was later institutionalized. It isn't very likely that Frances Tate has much to offer, sadly...

@Pundii: Aloise nods, motioning for Liam to follow her. Weapon in hand, she makes her way down the stairs, only to pause and motion for him to avert his gaze. Sam and Mrs. Hudson are still down there, no one having found their corpses yet. Sam's is still fresh, while Mrs. Hudson's is at least a few hours old. The former marine grimaces a bit, before asking Liam if he's alright to keep on going. Death isn't easy for people to just see and forget about.

@Witch Cat: Eudora draws the death card.

@Nallore @Witch Cat: Consider it shell shock, but the boy doesn't respond right away. The boy turns his head and faces Sera, the blood still staining his face. He holds up his pudgy little fingers, before whispering. "Your father is angry with you, Seraphina. He's going to kill you~!" And then, the little thing cackles, before dashing off quickly and out of sight. He vanishes into the woods, and neither Sera or Sylvia will be able to find him. What the hell was that all about?

@Lady Amalthea: Oh, if only it was that easy...Sadly, Amy's prayers are not answered. Instead, Hanson practically rolls his eyes at her, having given up on the prospect that any sort of god existed ages ago. "I can't think of a good explanation for this but...He needs a vessel to live, to walk around and shit. Without one, he's toast. And angels can't just possess people like demons, so he needs your say-so to be able to stroll on in and ride your ass like a bitch to prom. But because he's the fucking devil, not just any person'll do. Most people can't hold 'im, they'd go splat after a few minutes."

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Mercurial Crypt

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Location: Crypt Manor
Interacting With: Belladonna @Lady Amalthea and Javier @Pundii

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As soon as Javier said the words grocery trip, Mercurial shifted slightly. Her eyes remained shut and her body mostly still, accept for the tightening of her pale hands. In less than a minute, she jolted up, her eyes wide and filled with terror. The young adult shook slightly in horror and fear, the unnatural and forced smile creeping up on her face.

"I had the most horrible nightmare..." Mercurial shuddered. "It was suburbia." She took a calming breath, before shoving the blanket Javier put on her to the ground, and got up off of the couch. Her head was pounding, but the pain didn't bother her. She was used to pain -- enjoyed it, even. Torture was one of her favorite pastimes, something she had in common with her closest friend, her best accomplice.

"It was utterly despicable of you to speak of groceries when I was resting in peace," Mercurial said coolly, eyeing her father. She clasped her hands, before approaching her mother, noticing with a slight curiosity the book on healing. "Healing magic as well? What happened to the electric chairs and firing squads of my childhood?" She couldn't help but muse this was some sort of cruel joke, a trick in order to force her to move out, and find a mausoleum of her own to inhabit. Eyeing the rest of the mess in the house, as well as the deformed and trapped corpses, Mercurial smiled slightly with her cold eyes. It was a beautiful display to say the least, a true work of art.

"It seems the dark forces' crusades have begun, Mother. Will you be joining them?"

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Jade Cornish

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Location: 1 Grant Road
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii

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Jade raised her eyebrow, before realizing Darren wasn't joking. "Jesus," Jade shook her head, cracking her wrists a bit. The entire world had become a much more messed up place than when she had woken up the previous day. It used to be that her demons only remained inside of her head, or at the bottom of a bottle of gin. And now, they were all out and about, feasting on the innocents of the world and gaining more real estate than just Hell's Kitchen.

"Good thing for you I was a private eye before I worked homicides," Jade joked, a bit bitter with her words. The place seemed safe, as she poked around, searching each and every spot she could think up. The entire time, her head pounded, jeering and taunting her. The temptation to take a blade and rip open her skin was palpable, and at points, almost unbearable. Her mind had been a shitty place to be before she went to hell. And now that she was back, the situation was hardly improved in the slightest.

Whistling to call Darren's attention over to her, Jade crouched down by the fireplace. There appeared to be bits of glitter, blue and purple, glistening among the carpet fibers. Frowning deeply to herself, she couldn't recall Howard even owning anything that sparkled, let alone something that would lose its sequins and charms. It didn't match up with the mental profile Jade crafted for herself, of the refined collector. Drumming her fingers, Jade's eyes widened a bit, recalling a case that made the news years back, before she even moved to Altsoba.

"We need to check the bloody prison," Jade finally said, clenching her hand into a fist. "I think I know the bastard that took the blade."

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: the Station

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Tuesday's eyes started to water at Marc's comments. As much as she hid her feelings behind layers of sarcasm and humor, she was still the shy and sensitive girl she was in high school. The only difference was that she allowed herself to lash out now, demanding her independence and demanding to be treated as someone else. And having Marc yell at her, the words escalating to something she could have never expected from him, her chin started to wobble. Sucking in a deep breath, Tuesday looked up at the ceiling, hoping to keep the tears from falling. She mustn't let the tears fall, especially with everyone there to see.

In prison, she cried the first month, each night. They had put her in solitary to detox, leaving her with only the walls to talk to. The heaving and retching went on for weeks she felt, and vomit ended up in her hair. They only took her out to shower once a week, and she was clad in shackles, as her only human contact -- a female guard -- stood there wordlessly. It had been enough to drive anyone insane, but by the end, she thought she could never cry so much again. She would never allow her private shame to be witnessed. Tuesday had even come up with excuses to tell her friends, to claim none of it was true, and that she went abroad to do volunteer work.

Her mind snapped back to the present, and as Marc finished chewing her out, the dam burst. All of the tears came forward, as well as her repressed shame. Turning away from the rest of them, she quietly sobbed, grateful that when she ugly cried, she was mostly noiseless. Taking in a deep breath, she started to think of something to say. But nothing came to her.

Could this be rock bottom? Is this the moment when I repent and decide prison doesn't suck ass as much as I thought? Could I be Raskolnikov and not Svidrigailov?

"I...I knew kingpins, didn't know any serial killers that weren't hired help...But if anything made them mad, it was someone else taking credit for their work."

She stopped, her insides squirming with fear, as her gut told her to run, grab something nice out of the evidence lock up, and hitchhike home. "But the others...If someone goes down for a crime, they relax. They...They slip up, get reckless. The end result is the same. Both get fucked by the police in the end."

She took in a final shaky breath, hovering on the precipice. "So arrest me and make a media circus out of it. Draw the fucker out of hiding. You said it yourself. I look incredibly guilty, and I know how to rock prison orange by now. That's as good a fucking trap as any."

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lady Amalthea Thank you so much! :D

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lady Amalthea Did you by any chance stumble upon a Huttesse translator? If so, would you mind sharing the link? It'd be mighty helpful, since Sutton also speaks the language. :)