Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@BlueSky44: On day 6

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Jaina Sarbye

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Location: the Shuttle ---> Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay D3

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Jaina heard Kordath explaining that all blasters were supposed to be set to stun, and she glanced down at her own weapons. She wasn't even sure if there was a stun setting on them, having never needed to use that. On every other mission she had been sent out on, the Commodore never cared how the targets came back. Shrugging a bit, Jaina figured that she would deal with it when the time came to it. And once Kordath reassured her there would be tons to do soon, Jaina entirely forgot about the blaster setting, hers very much not set to stun.

"Hurry up, guys~!" Jaina squealed, having slipped off the shuttle, and made it onto the docking bay by the time the others left. With a bit of a shrug, she glanced around, her eyes darting wildly. Kordath and Morgbra were having some sort of conversation -- quite serious, by the sound of it, and Jaina pouted a bit. Where was the action, the fun, the lights, the whistle of blasts flying by?

And what skills did our marvelous Jaina have? She twirled a bit in a circle, not so much thinking as feeling. Intuition and tracking, she was terrific at the both of them. And in order to find the rebels, she'd need to use them. Almost like the dog that searches for the scent, but with the attention span of a puppy, Jaina wandered off from the group, spinning and dancing practically as she did so. Little trails of glitter and sparkles were left behind her, falling off of her makeup and her costume.

Eventually, Jaina found a reinforced door. Her eyes flashing with imagination, she pulled out one of her blasters, and aimed at the control panel. Firing round after round, Jaina pouted a bit when the panel resulted in sparking wires. She had been hoping for an explosion, for something fantastical to occur.

"What's this way?" Jaina called out, waiting only ever so slightly for the others to catch up to her.

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Sutton Corandel

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Location: the Bridge; The Raven ---> Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay B1

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Sutton rolled her eyes. "I hope we don't run into any damn bounty hunters for real. They get weirder each year, I swear," she joked, following Luke off of the bridge and into the bay. Everything appeared to be perfect, and she relaxed a bit, thinking to herself that it was a very good thing that Luke was never asked to fill out paperwork. Otherwise, they'd be in a few more tricky situations than they normally were.

Sutton chuckled a bit. She had spent a far portion of her life around the Hutts, the very reason she knew how to speak Huttesse. And the more perceptive among the group would notice, whenever Sutton used the language, how authentic it was. She didn't struggle with the word structure, and she didn't put a great deal of effort into it. It was all a natural process. "Chatpop bom bom cahwapkeu. Boska, jot ten yoieu tah echuta woy," Sutton quipped, glancing at Kayala. She winked a bit, enjoying the bit of relaxation that came along with it all.

Glancing at the senator, Sutton realized she was looking at the weakest link in the team. No matter. Nothing had come out at them yet, though she didn't fancy the possibility of taking blaster fire for the senator, it was her job. "Looks clear--but it might not stay that way. Recommend we hurry and go now, Senator."

Translations

Chatpop bom bom cahwapkeu. Boska, jot ten yoieu tah echuta woy. = Almost too perfect. Come on, let's get this shit done.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: the Mess Hall (Building 2) ---> Gilbert Street, in front of Building 1

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He couldn't help but be a bit caught off guard by the woman. As she grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the building, prattling on in an almost insane manner, Jack couldn't help but wonder what other interesting personalities were in Newnan. The rhythm of her speech wasn't something he expected at all, even in the hell hole of a world they lived in. Sure, some people went mad--but so far, everyone he met in Newnan seemed relatively normal, aside from Bazhooli.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Jack reassured the woman, still uncertain as to her name. Entirely uncertain as to where they were headed, Jack followed her the very best he could, his head bobbing around almost as he took in all of the sights of Newnan. Others seemed to be down at the end of the street, and the slight scent of deliciousness reached his nostrils.

"My name's Jack, Jack Hudson," he added, realizing he failed to introduce himself as well. He smiled a bit, but in the friendly nice-to-meet-you-neighbor sort of way all suburban dads master quickly. And while the woman had called him handsome, he hadn't noticed whether or not she was pretty as well. He was too in love with Tatiana to notice anyone else.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)

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Édouard started to get comfy, using some of the squishier bits as a cushion, almost. Entirely disregarding Lyon's message, he only stopped once he heard that tune. His blood chilled, turning practically to ice, as a bead of sweat ran down his back. Remembering the last time he had heard that song, Édouard shuddered, hardly able to complete any other motions.

It had been Alisanne, of course. Just a little boy, she had had enough of her brother. Armed with an axe and the fearsome tune, Alisanne had chased him through the house in the dark, only to be stopped as Angelo came out of the shadows. Their parents hadn't cared, laughing it off as a game, a cruel trick amongst siblings. Shaking his head, Édouard tightened his fist, focusing on the present. "Tu es vraiment comme ma sœur," Édouard muttered. The emotions surging through him were a poisonous mixture--fear, trauma, indignation, and rage.

Torn apart as to what to do, Édouard considered standing up, and asking for death. Throwing in the towel. But the same terror, the fear of what may be on the other side, stopped le petit prince. Cursing under his breath in Italian, Édouard picked up the rag and went back to work, avoiding Lyon's gaze the entire time, if at all possible. He couldn't stand what he had been reduced to, cleaning the filth of others, with the butcher staring him down. But Édouard knew that Lyon was wrong about him. He was the shit, you see. None of those awful things Lyon said could be true. They were lies, all of it.

And so, the hate in Édouard's heart grew three sizes that day.

Translations

Tu es vraiment comme ma sœur = You are truly like my sister.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Relation as in friends! :) Oops, see the confusion there. My bad haha.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Nope. :P The other character with a connection to Jaina is Mercurial.

And Decker (was/is/maybe is?) my DTB backup. ^^

But shit the little boy should be related to Éd! *frantically rewrites the entire RP plot line* *acts like I haven't ever tweaked the plot line majorly before*

Children of Arkham Asylum

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Folly Quinzel

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Location: Arkham Asylum
Day of the Week: Wednesday

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"That would make you happy, wouldn't it?" Folly spat, a dangerous spark in her eyes. Not very many would recognize it for what it was, aside from Bruce or Alfred. The girl had started suffering from mild delusions, nothing very dramatic in scale, but enough. Whenever the look came over her, it was a warning, an omen of the lapse in sanity to come.

Kill him! Cut the stupid clown's throat, what did he ever do to you besides try to kill you, after all? Your mother doesn't care, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all... She whimpered a bit, curling her hands into a fist, attempting to shove out the soft voice in her head. It had never been so loud before, and had she been anywhere else, she would have ran off in tears, madly scratching her arms in an attempt to regain sanity.

"At least I don't make defective children," Ivy sniffed, having noticed the slight mania dancing in Folly's eyes. She was always perceptive, Poison Ivy, part of what made her who she was. She smiled a bit, her lip curling, as she moved to stand and left the room, straightjacket on and all. She didn't want to put up with the Joker for another moment, and she flashed a grin towards her daughter.

"I hate what you've done with your hair, Marygold," Ivy said, just as the guards took her away, and returned her to her cell. Folly sulked a bit, sinking in her chair, hoping that neither Harley or the Joker would be staring at her. If there was anything she wanted, it was to avoid turning out like them. It would be a fate worse than death to end up in Arkham herself.

That was, of course, until the sound of an explosion rocked Arkham Asylum. The doors, all electronically operated, slid open easily. A few criminals began attacking the guards, fighting in a mad frenzy in order to escape. And the psychiatrist in the room with Folly, Marygold, Harley, and the Joker...

He ran.

Children of Arkham Asylum

I'm making a playlist tentatively for this RP, this song I'm considering for Folly's theme.

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

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Edwina Fairfax

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Location: Subway ---> The Sewer
Interacting With: @Din Nyt

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Edwina bit her lip. She was sick and tired of running, having done little else for the past month. Nodding at Nyt's plan, Edwina ran with her through the subway, sticking to the walls and avoiding the lines of sight whenever possible. The station was only partially underground, complete with a glass roof to allow in natural light--as well as lines of sight for the chopper. Eventually, as Nyt threw their bags into the sewer, Edwina grimaced a bit.

"Ugh...Do we have to?" she grumbled a bit, before following suit and sliding down into the sewer with Nyt. She held her breath, as if Amanda Waller and her crew of crazies could hear them, even then. She almost shushed Nyt, before her eyes widened a bit, getting an idea.

"Can you throw you voice to Gotham? Maybe the Bat'll come and help us," Edwina proposed, knowing that they wouldn't be able to keep on doing this. They needed all of the help they could get, no matter where it came from. It wouldn't be too long before they slipped up, a mistake that would cost them their lives.

And Edwina wasn't ready to die just yet.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Crash Site

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"Don't be silly," Dorothy insisted, finishing tending to Genevieve's wounds. "We would get a kai tze next time. The Captain'd be thrilled, pick him out herself." She chuckled a bit, stepping back. She didn't reply to Genevieve about the trouble she caused--the girl needed to learn how the world worked, as naive as she was, it was the only way for her to learn. If Dorothy forgave her and told her it didn't matter, then the same situations would happen over and over again.

"Jien ta duh guay is that ship entirely fine," Dorothy observed, nodding at Daphne before she wandered off. She pursed her lips slightly, feeling frustrated with her sister. They always seemed to be out of sync, constantly missing each other. But regardless, she nodded at Gideon, consenting to remain behind with him. It was an army habit, never leaving anyone behind. And with Gideon, he might need an extra brain, since he hardly tended to use his own.

"You must think I'm some hu li jing," Dorothy sighed, rolling her eyes at Gideon. "How much longer till you get her fixed up, however? I really don't fancy the idea of being stuck out here for more than a few hours. Practically asking for Patience's gorrham goons to come by and rough us up some."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Nora blinked a bit, focusing her mind on the strange symbols that appeared on Lady Munn's locket. With her small journal and writing utensil, Nora closed her eyes, in order to best recall the way the symbols appeared. And then, she meticulously sketched them out on the paper. The drawings were rough and crude, but still representative of what Nora had seen flash before them.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Nora muttered, smiling softly as Lady Munn apologized. "It was a human reaction, Lady Munn. There is no need to fret on our accounts--we all surely would have felt the same. And in fact, some of us did act so just an hour prior this evening. There is no shame to be had." Of course, Nora suspected that Lady Munn may have had the shaking sickness, and given her own time spent bedridden, she couldn't help but feel for the Egyptologist. However, that failed to explain the exquisite lights, or the brands that had been seared into their flesh without cause. Nora rarely troubled herself with nonsense, a reason why she took such a distaste to her brother's wife, Fannie. The girl was an experimental writer, always pondering more and more silly ideas.

Well, her brother's wife would have been enamored with tonight's events, Nora could not help but conclude. The words that Lady Munn said hardly failed to escape her attention, but all British families had some shred of scandal attached to them. Nora constituted her family's horrors--and thus, she saw no reason to rejoice in the horrors of the Munn family.

"Forgive me for being candid, but even Sir Conan-Doyle could not present a reasoned explanation for the night's events," Nora surmised. Had she not been a quiet soul, she would have suggested they investigate more into Bast, and any connection the goddess had to the Nile. But raised in a family where the girls were not allowed to speak their minds, Nora remained silent, waiting for others to propose some course of action. And of course, she couldn't help but be perfectly assured that the actress would spew off some nonsense of her own. The woman lacked a single shred of dignity.