Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore: Day 7
@BlueSky44: Day 5

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

I can't believe we get to see the completion of a RP. ^_^ This is so exciting!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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

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Mercurial removed her gas mask, glancing down at her wrist as if to check the time. In a peculiar mix of dainty and sturdy, Mercurial walked away from the burning building, her eyes locked on Darren and Jade. As the roof of the building collapsed, a body hit the ground with a thud. Trevor and Seraphina would recognize the man--it was their attacker, the last of the witnesses who rose.

"If you collected evidence samples of my handiwork, it would last longer than your visual impression," Mercurial said simply, noting the gun that Darren had gone to fetch. "There's no need for that. I'm not the sort of girl that murders just any man I meet." Winking slightly, Mercurial walked in the direction towards Sealth Road, her hand grasping a protective amulet.

Jade blinked slightly, shaking her head. Altsoba PD had to investigate the Crypts at least once a week--any time a body dropped, one of them usually ended up on the shortlist of suspects. "Fucking christ. That family's weird," Jade murmured. If they didn't have a reaper to catch, she would have gone after the girl, and read charges for way too bloody many counts of arson.

Glancing at Darren as he fetched his gun from the trunk, Jade wasn't exactly filled with confidence. The howls she heard in the distance--those meant something, she could tell from the way he was acting. "How the bloody hell do you reckon you'll be able to distract a reaper?" Jade asked, a bit skeptical of the plan, but still willing to go with it. Maybe reapers liked man candy and would give her an opening.

Her fingers folded around the handle of the blade, squeezing a little tighter as if in a reminder she was still alive. All of the sarcasm and alcohol in the world could not quite erase the memories of her time in hell. It may have been short on Earth, but hell had a sadistic streak, stretching out the seconds into days into months into years.

Once Darren had grabbed his supplies, Jade held the blade in one hand, her sidearm in the other. Her eyes were narrowed, looking for reapers that could not be seen by the human eye. Only the dead and supernatural creatures could spot them, unless they decided to be seen. She threw a glance over at him, and the air acquired a chill to it.

Kneeling over the body Mercurial had crudely abandoned, there was a cloaked figure. It was impossible to make out any features, not even a hint as to the gender. But there was a powerful aura of not death, but endings. This was no reaper, no.

"Darren Owen Andrews," the figure said, its voice hushed like a whisper. "I know of the deal you made with my brother's consorts, and it cannot be allowed."

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Belladonna's binding spell does not heal Sariel, but it ceases the outpour of the silvery substance, what Belladonna will recognize to be Sariel's grace. The grey has spread to almost every portion of Sariel's body, aside from her face. It signals the immense loss of vitality in the archangel. Without any healing, Sariel will not yet awaken. However, once Sera enters the Church, her fingers stir slightly.

Seraphina... The voice is Sariel's only able to be heard by Seraphina. But Sariel's voice is not the only one. There is another, richer and deeper, evocative of the increase in power. I am coming, sister. I shall be with you. There is a slight pause, and Sariel's hand clenches, for the voice belongs to Azrael, the Angel of Death. Even as Javier lifts Sariel into his arms, the archangel incredibly weak, death continues to inch closer towards Sariel.

"Please don't use that for a blood ritual!" Hanson called out, as Belladonna and Javier left the Church. Too many incantations simply needed a person's blood, and havoc could be brought upon their lives. He frowned a bit, feeling to be of little use. Javier and Belladonna's walk to the Crypt household would be relatively uneventful--and as they near the home, they will ever so conveniently encounter Mercurial, soot covering her clothing.

"Doc, anything I can do?" Hanson asked, speaking to Amy, yet looking at the quiet old woman in the corner. Her entire ensemble was practically screaming witch. And what were the chances that everyone and their uncle would decide to come to the Church? It wasn't exactly the most popular place to crash.

As for Seraphina, beyond the onslaught of voices in her mind, everything seemed to be looking sunny side up for her. "Bleeding's stopped," Aloise grinned, having done her best to help Seraphina before Dr. Chang took over. Pressure on the wound indeed managed to stop the bleeding, and with Dr. Chang's trained eye, it would become clear that the bullet hadn't hit anything all too major. Simple removal of the bullet and some blood transfusions later, and Sera would be right as rain.

"I'll go look in on the Prophet," Aloise said, allowing Hanson to come over and assist Dr. Chang. She walked over towards Liam, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, before sitting down next to him in the pew. There didn't need to be an exchange of words for her to guess the feelings running through his head at that moment. His entire world had changed, and because of his status as a Prophet, things would never be the same again. Giving him a brief hug, Aloise tried her best to smile.

"If you need to talk, we have a mo'," Aloise explained.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Awesome, thank you! :)

Writing an update now. Experimenting with a slightly different style of update, so bear with me...Let me know if you like this type better than the previous if you'd like.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 7

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

I came up with a deliciously evil idea whilst dying my hair today



Hold your characters close, ladies and gentlemen...A new complication has just arisen....But hey, on the bright side, you guys do have just about everything you'd need to complete the RP. Assuming your characters live long enough.

Mwahahahaha

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Jaina Sarbye

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Location: Kayala's Room

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Jaina giggled slightly at the robot. Finally, it seemed someone who understood her games and enjoyed them! Spin the Blaster had always been so enticing, but what about Escape the Casket? The players were given limited supplies of oxygen and placed in caskets in the black. They had to escape from the casket before the oxygen supply ran out, and then make it back to the ship. She let out a contented sigh, glancing at her new best friend.

Jaina glanced over at the rubix cube like object, her mind still dancing with memories of her brother. They were painful ones, but the eerie and ever present smile remained on her face. Jacen was her private misery. Looking over the cube once more, Jaina let out a giggle. The additional sides...She imagined that if thrown at someone, so that it hit them in the eye precisely, there would be a happy release of blood.

She hardly seemed to notice as Sutton banged on the door, still just staring at the rubix cube. "Do you have any games with blood?" Jaina finally asked, since Morgbra specified they had to make a good first impression.

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Sutton Corandel

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Location: the Raven (the Bridge) ---> Kayala's Room ---> The Hallway

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Sutton nearly fell over as she got out of her seat, managing to catch herself just in time. She nodded at Luke as an acknowledgement to his orders, before dashing out from the bridge and heading to the Face's quarters. There was a chance that the Senator would still die, but this was their best plan. It was the only way, as far as she and Luke could tell, that the Republic would have a chance to survive and close the crucial deal with the Hutts.

Winding around a corner, Sutton brushed a fallen lock of hair out of her face, before knocking twice on Kayala's door. She didn't wait for an answer. Entering her quarters, Sutton glanced around, spotting about half of the people aboard the Raven. It wasn't the time to ask questions, but the look of confusion on her face was obvious. "Kayala, can I talk to you?" she paused for a moment, glancing at the imperial hostages. "In private?"

Sutton walked out of Kayala's quarters, heading down the hallway far enough that they couldn't be overheard. Once there, Sutton would give a final glance around, before explaining the plan. Kayala would pose as the Senator, allowing Corrina to be hidden from a boarding party, and able to make an escape to fulfill her mission. "Can you do it?" Sutton inquired, once she finished.

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Zenie Skyron

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Location: The Bridge; Vindicator

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Ordinarily, Zenie would have been disappointed in the lack of attention paid to him by Kordath. He went out of his way to trouble the man, but with the smirk from the Commodore and Kordath's clenched fist, Zenie couldn't help but look entirely smug. He'd gotten under the human male's skin--a success in his book. And as he listened to the Commodore's conversation with the Grand Moff, Zenie had to hide his laughter.

"Koo ahban see yanee? Killing your sorry ass, I expect, Kordath," Zenie commented. Zenie saluted at the Commodore, figuring that there would be some task for him soon. It didn't take much of a leap to understand what went on. Someone had to have informed the Grand Moff as to what happened, and it certainly wasn't any of the hostages on the ground.

"Ma'am, would you like Marcel and I to begin having some...conversations...with members of the crew?" Zenie inquired, his hands folded behind him perfectly. His perfect day included getting to have one of those conversations with Kordath, and while that didn't seem to be in the cards just yet, Zenie felt it coming closer. He'd settle for the next best thing--hopefully getting to work with Kordath. The more uncomfortable he made the man, the better.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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Jack blushed slightly, in a manly way of course, at Bazhooli and Tatiana's praise. He never had been called a star before--a good sport, sure, a true bro, yeah. But a star? No, that was Bazhooli and Tatiana. Just watching the two of them practice their acts, it was obvious that they were. He chuckled a bit at Bazhooli's comment about his funny accent--to Jack, the Boston accent was normal, and his fiancée and Bazhooli were the ones with the funny voice. Not that it was funny on Tatiana, of course--it was beautiful with her.

"I'll give 'er a go..." Jack said, walking around in a circle in seemingly deep thought. Bazhooli's stage name was obvious -- the Great Bazhooli. Tatiana however...He thought for a moment, before breaking out in a big goofy grin. He knew exactly what stage name would fit her--but of course, if she wanted a different one, it was no big deal. He just had a hunch she'd want this one.

Clapping his hands together, Jack stared out at an imaginary audience, aware that he looked like a goofball already. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and gihls, and othahs...Presenting straight from Mothah Russia, from the wondahful city of St. Petahsbuhg...the Greeeeat Bazhooli and the Nightingaaaaaaale! Pehforming in the Apocalypse Grand Tour, this Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday....Monstah trucks and more! Be there, or be a walkah! Or square. That too."

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Abandoned Classroom (Franklin)

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Édouard's heart sank as Sana shut the door. This was it, she was going to attempt to seduce him after all. He'd have to be strong, stronger than he had ever been before. He closed his eyes tightly, imagining the most disgusting creature in the world--the orange man he saw on that game show. As he felt a hand on his shoulder, Édouard yelped like a terrified puppy, opening his eyes slowly as Sana began her explanation.

His eyes narrowed a bit, and he remained silent as she talked, perhaps the most quiet he had ever been. If she wasn't attempting to seduce him, what could she possibly want? She was a countess--or a princess? He couldn't quite recall. Either way, she was rich. She was clearly sleeping with the guy that had come in before. What could she possibly want with Édouard Riviere, if not sex or money?

Bracing himself for a blow, for another slap to the face, Édouard was shocked again as Sana enveloped him in a hug. Confused, he awkwardly hugged her back, tapping her on the back as if he was uncertain as to what to do. Her smile unnerved him as well, but Édouard was forced to revise his previous conclusion. For some bizarre reason, the woman seemed to care about him. Sana, the queen or whatever she was, cared about him.

"Oui, je resterai ici."

Translations

Oui, je resterai ici. = Yes, I'll stay here.

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: Franklin

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Tryke smiled a bit as Bridgette used her preferred name. From Bridgette's general attitude and behavior, she figured the Viking woman might have taken some more convincing. It wasn't like Tryke was capable of doing more than just asking her, either. Her main method of conflict resolution had been cut off by the apocalypse--she couldn't just douse someone with helium gas whenever she was pissed at them anymore.

"Georgia Tech?" Tryke asked, the smile still on her face. "Cal Tech here, mechie. Did my undergrad at M.I.T...So the entire Cal Tech-M.I.T. rivalry thing can make things complicated." She chuckled a bit, referencing perhaps the oddest college rivalry to ever occur. Both schools Tryke attended were bitter rivals--but they were also separated by over two thousand miles geographically.

It was almost a dream come true, finding another engineer. Sure, they tended to tease her a bit about her parents', but Marx seemed to either be kind or oblivious. Engineers always tended to be on the same wavelength of her, having gone through the same education, and have the same ideas on how to solve problems. If this hadn't been the apocalypse, she would've asked him to get a drink with her.

She snorted at Bridgette's comments. The I-limb, from what she recalled, wasn't able to vibrate at the speeds needed for that type of pleasure. Had there been more time to develop it, it's possible it could have been. And perhaps Marx's model was more advanced than she suspected, rather than something simultaneously primitive and cutting edge. "I'm not sure the I-limb moves fast enough for that. You'd be better of modifying a beater. More energy and resource efficient as well...And cheaper, of course, but money doesn't really exist anymore." Tryke laughed again at Marx's comment. The man had a sense of humor, that was certain.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Haunted House

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Tuesday wasn't entirely stupid. She knew that her words were going to piss Chris off. And she understood the likelihood that it would all end in her death. But hey, being irritating to people who had been relatively nice to her a few moments before seemed to be a talent of hers. If there was a market for it, she wouldn't need to be in the drug business at all. She'd be rich.

"You can't even aim properly," Tuesday added, feeling relieved as the shot swung away from her. The second gunshot sent Chris to the ground, and from the sounds of it, Marc as well. Chris screamed and writhed on the floor, and Tuesday glanced over at Riley, spotting the gun at her feet. Her sister wasn't a murderer, she shouldn't have to pull the trigger, but it looked like she'd have to. No one else there had any medical knowledge. And from what Tuesday could tell, Marc was bleeding out.

"Shoot the asshat!" Tuesday screamed, hoping her sister would be alright, as she dashed over to Marc. She wasn't able to see if the man was breathing, but the sickening substance on the floor didn't bode well for his health. She kneeled down next to him, grimacing for a moment. "Marc, can you hear me? Marc?"

Tuesday felt with her hands carefully for any wounds. If she found the source of the likely bleeding, she would immediately begin to put pressure on it. And if Marc was unresponsive, or responded but had difficulty breathing, she would then begin CPR simultaneously to the best of her ability.

"Stay with me, asshat," Tuesday would mutter as she worked. "Who else is gonna visit me in isolation, huh?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Yay! We might not be dying!

On a more important note, I'm going to try to update Cecily's clue sheet while I'm home on break. Got about 9 pages to sift through.