Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@BlueSky44 @Nallore @Witch Cat: Day 6

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Club AfterDark

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"No problem, man, I get it," Tuesday agreed, stepping off the bus with Ronnie, and heading towards the club. She chuckled slightly as Ronnie handed his gun over to the bouncer. With the familiarity he had with the bouncer, Tuesday couldn't help but imagine Ronnie was a bit of a regular. And it made sense, as a woman waved Ronnie over towards a booth. Must be his boss, Tuesday decided.

Despite Ronnie telling her to stay close, Tuesday wanted nothing more than to march over to the bar, and order a zombie. After seeing Riley and Marc, she needed a strong drink. Truthfully, she didn't really need to mix more chemicals through her system. Her best move would have been to stop pumping drugs inside of herself, and instead, learn to love vegetables a little bit more. But instead, Tuesday took a seat at the bar, craving something strong and sweet.

She glanced over at Ronnie's boss, before her attention was claimed by a rather...odd couple. A nerdy boy and a girl with more muscles than should have been humanly possible. Tuesday couldn't help but muse that the kid and the She-Hulk had gotten into some serious shit, as she watched them make a beeline for the bar.

Maybe once Ronnie finished up with his boss, she'd go and get herself a drink.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Near Queensguard Private Airfield

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Roy didn't send her a text back. At first, the realization that her phone was buzzing at her incessantly, proclaiming the message's arrival, made her uneasy. Roy tended to be rather fast on the replies, but she tried not to worry about it too much. She had seen the motorcade exit the airfield--from what she could tell, just about every possible security guard seemed to have been part of it. She doubted there would be anyone left to go murder Roy.

Caesar moved along the bushes, and Cecily shadowed him for the most part. Her eyes kept sweeping over the various bits of the bushes, and she could smell the jet fuel. It reminded her of her college labs, when one of the non-chemistry majors would leave the gas on. Or perhaps it was like when her friend, Xavier, had accidentally let the fumes from his reaction waft into his nose, and he started bleeding.

Either way, she was careful not to breathe in too deeply.

Cecily noticed that the coast appeared to be clear. The gaping hole, accompanied with about two feet deep water, would allow them access to the compound. But as Caesar appeared to cling to the bushes and dry land, she figured he had to be doing it for good reason. Reminding herself of Locard's Exchange principle, Cecily deduced the answer: it was to prevent leaving tracks.

"Are we going in?" Cecily inquired. It was impossible for them to leave no evidence behind that they had entered the airfield. However, that didn't mean they couldn't minimize those traces as much as possible.

Morose's Character Mind Palace

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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@BlueSky44: On day 6

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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

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@Pundii @Lady Amalthea: You two are good to go. :) If you choose to enter the church, you'll find the odd group of Liam, Amy, Aloise, and Hanson. Belladonna and Javier might recognize Hanson, since he went to Belladonna to ask about rituals before the apocalypse began. Anyone sensitive to auras will also be able to tell there's something off about Liam and Amy.

@Pundii @Lady Amalthea: Hanson can't quite keep it together, laughing at Amy's long rant. "You really ought to do stand-up. Damn girl," he comments, watching as Amy sat back in the pew. Aloise, however, didn't find it nearly as humorous. She had a bad habit of taking everything seriously. "We'll need to fight the entities to get the--wait, you think I'm dead?" Aloise said, interrupting herself as she had started to answer Liam's question. "My uncle sold his soul to bring me back to life." He's in hell because of me was the unspoken end of that sentence. It was a bit of a sensitive subject for her, what her uncle had done. Sometimes she could joke about it, sometimes she couldn't. It was a process.

@Witch Cat @Nallore: Sylvia's spell is successful, though a bit painful to use her magic under such strain. And like this was coordinated or scripted, Sera drives the knife into the base of the undead's neck. However, that in itself doesn't do much. The attacker stumbles a bit, before reaching to pull the knife out. Like Katsumi said before she died, the brain's the thing.

@BlueSky44: Feel free to bring in Trevor now. Remember, the entire world seems to be going to hell. News reports flood the airways about the massive death and carnage, and a breaking update reveals that a similar chaos has broken out in the deep south. Whether Trevor is at home, his store, or hiding somewhere else, he's probably had not quite the best of days.

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Mercurial Crypt

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Location: Outside the Burning Building ---> City Hall
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat

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The witch seemed to be rather quiet, and that suited Mercurial's purposes perfectly well. She had a great-aunt several times removed who cut out her own tongue, in order to prove her innocence in a murder trial. The trial accounts were particularly riveting--the jury acquitted her, allowing her to murder twelve more people before she was finally put to death. Mercurial had written a piece about her when she was younger, accompanied with pictures of her great-aunt burning at the stake. Witches always tended to get rather creative deaths. Mercurial, of course, hoped that her death would be long and painful. She had been planning ahead for years, and if it was spoiled with something as painless as autoerotic asphyxiation, it would spoil her fun.

"Are you sensitive to the scent of charred flesh?" Mercurial asked, as they arrived at city hall. The disasters occurring in Altsoba all around them hardly phased the odd, morose girl. The petty fights with the creatures had lost their merit all too quickly, failing to interest her. Other horrors were far more deserving of her attention.

Waiting a moment for the witch's reply, Mercurial then put the gas mask on. She took great care to ensure her braids would not be caught in the fire. While some were able to pull off the burn victim look quite well, Mercurial had never found it to be particularly becoming on herself. She wished that scarred imperfections on her face would suit her, just as any little girl did, but it simply wasn't in the cards. And as her mother often reminded her, there was no need to chase imperfection. Her mother's own face and skin was perfect, void of any flaws, and she had found domestic bliss.

Of course, Mercurial found domesticity to be an opiate prescribed to the masses, in order to ensure their compliance with social customs and rules. Every tyrant needed some version of mind control. Only Mercurial refused to allow herself to fall into that trap. She preferred to carve her own path--literally--in the world. Taking a hold of the kerosene, Mercurial entered the city hall building, expertly placing splashes of it in order to ensure complete destruction. She made no effort to ensure the building was vacated, as it was against her purposes. A few rats brushed up against her leg, before scurrying off.

"Rats are such clever animals," Mercurial murmured, before igniting a single flame, and setting it down to spread. Calmly, without any sign of haste, she vacated the building, emerging just as the entire building went up in a fiery column of flames. She let out a content sigh, an eery smile plastered on her face. As her parents would not doubt proclaim, it wasn't just every day that Mercurial Crypt smiled. She smiled only on the most special and horrific of occasions, such as when she burnt her old summer camp to the ground.

Glancing back at the hobbling witch, Mercurial's smile fell, and she removed the gas mask from her face.

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Jade Cornish

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Location: Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii

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Jade raised an eyebrow as Darren opened fire. The last time one of them did that, they ended up in hell, getting them stuck into this entire mess. The ginger managed to dodge the first few bullets that flew at him, ducking his head this way and that, an insane laughter, almost animalistic, crawling out of his throat. However, one of Darren's bullets didn't miss, and then another hit, and another, and another. Eventually, while Jacen Sarbye collapsed at Darren's feet, the eerie smile plastered on his face, the angel blade fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Not a demon," Jade said plainly, picking the blade up from the floor. "But a bloody brilliant neurosurgeon who turned his sister into a killing machine." She wiped the blade on Jacen's head, before delicately nudging his body aside with her toe. The blade in one hand and her firearm in the other, Jade crept forward and peeked at the ghastly scene Jacen had just left. Sure enough, a blood soaked form was on the ground, its hand shimmering with pink, blue, and purple glitter.

"He had his sister steal this for him, and then he killed her," Jade mused, though she paused. She didn't understand why Jacen Sarbye went after this thing. Perhaps he had been possessed all along, as Darren would suggest, and knew he had to go after the blade when he had the chance to. Turning back to look at Darren, Jade realized that getting the angel blade hadn't been the only thing Darren had to accomplish, to keep her from going back to hell.

"Now we need to kill the grim reaper?" Jade asked, feeling a bit skeptical. As much as she wanted to avoid hell, she couldn't help but feel demons wouldn't ask Darren to kill death, if there wouldn't be some drastic consequences from it. It wasn't the time for shits and giggles anymore, she was certain. It was more about what would advance their weird, demonic cause. Her time in hell, dragging on for what had felt like an eternity, even though it was a few hours on earth, had taught her that. Demons were ruthless sadists.

But then again, she didn't much fancy the possibility that she would be sent back to hell. She wasn't a believer by any means, but if she could avoid burning alive in those flames for a little while, she'd take it. Darren had sentenced himself to hell to save her--but, of course, she figured he would have gone to hell anyways. All the best people seemed to do so.

Soulless Regency - Regency Period Supernatural RP

@Lady Amalthea Awesome :) I'll probably send you a PM (and Pundii too most likely) to make sure you're all okay with whatever family history I create before I submit.

Soulless Regency - Regency Period Supernatural RP

@Lady Amalthea Would I perhaps be able to portray a Crypt?

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Funnel Cake Stand (Carnival at the Park)

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Chloe tried her best not to raise an eyebrow at Chris' attitude. He had been quiet in high school, but she couldn't recall him ever being so moody. They would have called him Moody Malone if he had been, she suspected, but listened to the start of what could easily have been a much longer rant. But at the same time, she understood him. Reporters sometimes tracked her down, begging to talk about her sister and her drug addiction. It wasn't a fun time. Everyone just cared about getting their five seconds of fame--and an exposé on the rockstar Riley Ridgeway? That was camera gold.

Oh...Oh fuck me, Tuesday thought, her face not revealing the gruesome conclusion she had just come to. It wasn't a reaction someone would normally have, in the midst of this blood and death, to want to go interview the "insane former suspect." Cynthia had been dreadfully afraid that the murderer would come to silence her if she spoke. She had gone about stars, stars, stars. Like movie stars. And then, hadn't she said something about bologna earlier? It had been a hint, a clue.

Chris Maloney was the serial killer. He was the one that murdered all of their classmates. She didn't have much more than a hunch, but a hunch was enough. Thankful for her improved deceptive skills, Tuesday nodded at Chris, smiling a bit. "Yeah, sure thing," Tuesday replied, pulling out her phone. "This'll take a sec, I'm pretty sure she's up for an interview. Crazy little thing, probably loves the camera, you know?"

To: Marc Tinder
I caught your murderer. You're welcome. Carnival. Don't be late.

Shutting her phone, Tuesday smiled at Chris again. "So what else have you been up to lately? Still making films and stuff?"

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Nallore I'll push a post out now, since I've been intending to have Tuesday do something now that'll impact your post potentially.

_{And it lets me procrastinate chem a bit.}

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Jaina Sarbye

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Location: Her Unconscious

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While Jaina's body was as limp as a rag doll, and her eyes failed to flutter open, Jaina awoke in a mysterious new place. Her sparkly garb and get up, complete with smeared makeup, had entirely vanished. Her body felt almost sterilized, entirely clean and entirely tainted. Glancing around the room, it was oddly familiar. The door had scratch marks on it, and two guards stood next to it, armed with stunners.

"Is this hell?" Jaina asked, her eyes wide. She started to get up, only to discover restraints binding her in place. Shackled to what felt like a bed, she then noticed the men in white coats, staring at her without remorse. Two rods were in their hands, and the blue rubber gloves sent a chill down her spine for some reason. "Hey mistah, I asked you a question!" Jaina called out, stretching her neck slightly to watch the mysterious man, as he turned to motion towards an assistant, dressed similarly.

"Kick up the voltage," the man said strictly, paying no attention to Jaina. It was as if he couldn't hear her. Frowning slightly, Jaina strained again against her bonds, only to make no progress at all. However, something was placed in her mouth--she couldn't be sure what--and she was instructed to bite down on it. Finding the entire place silly and strange, Jaina bit down, the lights in the room flickering slightly.

"Hit her."

She felt the electricity course through her body before she realized what happened. Her eyes crossed, and as much as she wanted to scream, she was practically gagged. A strange pink tint had been added to her vision, and Jaina laughed weakly, as the switch was flipped again, again, and again. The men would shake their heads at her, before hitting her once more. The pink tint had become blue, and then purple, and then a rainbow of dazzling colors. It was like waking up again for the first time.

"I like this game," Jaina thought she said. Only her mouth was still gagged, the men shook their heads sadly at her, and they flicked the switch once more, watching as her back arched, and her eyes became more and more unfocused.

They didn't stop.

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Sutton Corandel

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Location: Ancorhead Spaceport ---> the Raven

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As they made it back into the bay, Sutton felt slightly relieved. The other stormtrooper appeared to have ran off, and the officer was in piss poor shape. There wouldn't be much chance for further fatality, except that Kayala had decided to bring a friend back with her. Although she would've liked to leave the girl behind, Sutton knew that Luke likely would want to save the girl from whatever mess she had gotten herself into. For now, she'd let the Face handle the colorful figure.

"A doctor? Well, this is awkward, but we already have one of those," Sutton muttered under her breath, not loud enough for most to hear. Still, as Luke disarmed the man, she chuckled a bit at his comment to Stehrr. No doubt the wookie would be more than happy to tear the arms off of the imperial doctor. But from the sound of Stehrr's growling, perhaps he'd do the same thing to the sparkly girl, if Luke didn't explain exactly what was going on soon.

As they walked back, Luke having sealed off the bay so no more surprises could occur, Sutton quickly caught up with him. Speaking in a hushed tone, her eyes darted back to Kayala's prisoner. "She's clearly more than your ex. And for all we know, they'll track the ship and kill us all to get those two back. Or maybe they'll just blast us out of space...She's a death sentence, Luke." However, Luke was her captain. And if he decided still, after hearing her caution, that they should bring the crazy girl and her doctor, then so be it.

They wouldn't be alive for Sutton to say I told you so anyways.