Morose

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Armory (Building 6) ---> Going South on Lagrange Street

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Huh. His mother used to scold him for being ignorant before, claiming that he never paid attention, and just rushed into things. Jack couldn't help but imagine her screaming at him from heaven for running into a burning building--and only noticing the flames as they entered inside. Maybe this was why he was a cop, rather than a fireman. And why the assigned him to vice--sex crimes rarely involved fire.

"I'll be damned," Jack admitted, having receiving his box of joy: gun, ammunition, and hunting knife. "Maybe I do need glasses..." he joked, before quickly following Bazhooli out of the building. The flames had crept towards the middle, and he figured it wouldn't be pretty if they stuck around too long. Once they got to a safe distance, Jack grinned a bit, seeing the little cat. He gave the cat a friendly wave, before he frowned, noticing alongside Bazhooli that the cat wasn't playing a friendly game...

"Our luck is shit today," Jack commented, before drawing his hunting knife and running with Bazhooli. The shambling corpse had already risen and was coming straight at them. But with the large Russian, carrying throwing knives next to him, Jack felt relatively safe. His main concern? He wasn't with Tatiana at that moment to protect her. He figured that Bazhooli throwing the knife would be the best choice, but if the walker got too close, he'd give her a friendly kick to push her back, followed up by a nice knife stab to the head.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Heading to Newnan (Coming From the North)

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No one seemed to take aim at her to shoot. That was a good sign--but also troubling. The security in the joint was practically atrocious, as Beatrice continued her walk south, examining the wall slightly as she went. She wasn't stupid enough to walk right up to it, but she wasn't turning a blind eye to it. Every little detail she could take in, she did. And odds were, maybe the entire lot would be dead by the time she found a way inside. They seemed to be having a slight issue with explosions.

If it hadn't been so dangerous, she would've started whistling to herself. And with the thought of a hoard coming near the explosions, Beatrice moved a little faster. There didn't seem to be any break in the wall yet, nothing that resembled a gate. Hopefully, they'd take pity on her and let her inside. She wasn't the one attracting every walker in Georgia, after all. She continued on her way, moving until she saw what looked like a gate.

Shouting wasn't her style. But the thought of getting trampled by a hoard wasn't her idea of a good time anyways. "Hey! Anyone home?" Beatrice called out. She knew very well that there had to be people on the wall--but anything to make herself look a little less dangerous couldn't hurt. Things had to be pretty tense in there at the moment. People might have even died from the explosions she heard. That tended to make things a little uncomfortable when it came to new people waltzing up.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Truck in the Woods

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Chloe nodded, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Irony would be her getting killed for trying to do the right thing. And for a moment, she couldn't help but feel perhaps that would be the way she'd die. At least the odds of being killed in a drive by shooting were significantly lower, thanks to the Viking woman and the walkers. However, the mention that they had a doctor sparked her interest. Doctors meant organized groups--and an organized group meant that maybe she'd find Riley there.

"Of course," Chloe replied, the nervousness clear in her voice. She set down her pocket knife and pistol, but grabbed her first aid kit. She didn't know exactly what they might have, but a botched amputation could easily kill without proper treatment. Heading over to the injured man, Chloe saw that they had already elevated the leg. That was good. However, bleeding was still possible. She opened up her kit, taking out some gauze, and began to put pressure on the wound.

"How's he doing for shock?" Chloe murmured, speaking indirectly to the woman next to the man, the non-Viking blonde. "My name's Chloe, by the way." From what she could recall, pressure had to be kept on for at least fifteen minutes. And hopefully, the man hadn't lost too much blood. She couldn't even fathom where they could find blood in the apocalypse, unless someone happened to share the man's blood type.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: the Wyndham Estate

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She did suppose that she had been invited to check the city for threats at Almack's, prior to the evening's event. Yet a discussion as to whether or not James should be sent to be trained appeared to be more pressing, in her mind's eye. She did quite enjoy taking her walks without the movement of her body. Astral projection was always a fond skill of hers, and with a slight mischievous edge, she supposed there was no reason that she could not perform her task here at the Wyndham Estate. She would much prefer to leave her corpse defenseless in the company of friends, at any rate.

She bade her farewells in the form of a nod to Mosi and Fyror, hardly hiding her distaste as Millicent's mother scolded her once more. Her presence seemed to either inspire ridicule for her friend, or evolved into some pressing attempt to wed Millicent to James. The woman was most strange to Virginia, yet she knew her monstrous nature rather well, after befriending Millicent. Elizabeth Wyndham belonged in a special ring of hell--and to be clear, not one of the entertaining rings, either.

Joining Millicent inside the house, Virginia followed her friend, willing to help her prepare for the event if needed. The mark on her cheek would likely not fade before the event, and likely spark lines of inquiries as to the state of the Wyndham home. But if Millicent was not concerned over the mark, then so be it. Virginia saw it as a battle wound--a mark that came from a fight with a bastion of demonic behavior.

"I have an inquiry that I feel you may be able to resolve for me," Virginia admitted, frowning ever so slightly. "James is quite young, but he has already showed a proclivity for the flame. I am quite proud of him, of course--arson is an enjoyable activity, and one I am certain my father would encourage, if present. However...I must admit, I am at war against myself. Dear Alfred and I cannot guard him from the night forever. He must embrace it one day...Is it time, do you think dear friend, that he should be trained?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building

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Like some sort of demonic marionette, Cynthia did a little bow, exclaiming the next morbid saying that came into her head. Iris' heart broke for her, however. Cynthia didn't scare Iris, though she knew that perhaps the girl should have. She more seemed a little broken. As Cynthia exited her office, Iris rose to her feet, meeting her with the orderlies at the door.

"If you could, please escort her to her room," Iris requested. Some of the patients in the halfway home were free to roam as they pleased, without needing an escort. But Cynthia appeared to be a more dire case. Exercising a bit more caution certainly wouldn't hurt. As the idiom of Iris' father's homeland went, Cynthia was out in the west. The woman was broken and abused, delusional and just a little insane.

Iris followed Cynthia's eyes, seeing the news report about a massacre. She sighed a bit internally. Her brother would panic if he saw the news--he always did when something happened in Justice, needing to be reassured that Iris was safe and secure, even if she was nowhere near the scene of the tragedy. But she returned her attention to the report, making a mental note of Cynthia's description of it. Valentine didn't refer to the lovely consumerism of hearts and roses--it was blood and massacres. An odd comparison, to say the very least.

"Thank you," Iris nodded at the orderlies, before heading to the nurses' station. She picked up Cynthia's file, and returned to her office, shutting the door as to not be disturbed. Yet the contents in the file were anything but disturbing. Cynthia's prior treatment had been at Shady Pines Ward For The Mentally Insane in Indiana. She had been subjected to electroshock therapy and lithium, as if the asylum had shunned modern medical advancements.

Iris tugged on her hair, turning through the file as she continued to read. Cynthia had been incarcerated for murder during her senior year of high school, with the conviction overturned ten years later. The more Iris read, the more horrified she became. She was quite aware that corruption and malpractice existed in asylums--but this was inhumane. She tucked her hair behind her ear, reading through the rest of Cynthia's treatment history. She had been transferred from the institution in Grimm to a halfway house in Seattle back in the fall, and had personally requested a transfer to Justice.

But what sparked the move to Justice? Iris frowned deeper. Something unsettled her about all of this. The identity of Valentine had been superimposed onto Cynthia--but she could not find anything to explain the kinship with the murderous saint. Closing the file, Iris turned to her computer, preparing to do her own digging. Her first move was to email the staff in Seattle, requesting any information as to where the name Valentine had originated from, assuming she could not find answers in the file. And then, she would begin researching the events that had occurred in Grimm. To treat Cynthia, she would first need to understand her.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Luck WHY?! *sobs*

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Remipa Awesome Looks good. Move him over to the Character Tab. You are then free to post in the IC. He can enter anywhere in Altsoba at the moment. Characters are currently at Crypt manor, the Church, and in the woods.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@BlueSky44

Alright, update is up folks! I would like to request that we try not to make this "everyone post on day seven" thing happen every week. It's causing some people to have less than a day to post, since they're waiting on others. With the small group we have, I wait on everyone for the update--which means Nallore has pretty much just one day each week to get a post in. If you could try to get posts in on day 5, that would be amazing. You won't be booted from the RP unless you hit day 8, just something to keep in mind.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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@Witch Cat @BlueSky44 @Pundii @Nallore

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Abandon all hope, ye who enter here

As Eudora flips through the pages of the book, she may recall a well known technique called bibliomancy. To enact it, the seer simply must have a question in mind, and flip through the pages of a book. Stopping randomly, the first sentence her eyes land upon will answer her query. The method has good accuracy, and as Eudora desperately ponders for a sign, seeking an answer or a sign, a certain description will catch her eye. It details asclepias curassavica, more commonly known as blood flower. The book goes on to describe its use in potions to ensnare the mind.

To a witch practiced in biblomancy, the interpretation should not be too hard to come to. Eudora has divined a blood ritual, as her mind twisted and turned over the events at the Church, and the omen of what was yet to come. This is her sign--a blood ritual is afoot! The question is, what will dear Eudora do with this information? Philip certainly isn't offering any answers.

Meanwhile, at the Crypt household, Belladonna's hand is still curled around the vial. She glances over at her husband, nodding slightly at his reasoning. She did have plans for the blood of a healer--and she doubted that Dr. Chang would be so kind as to allow her to claim more. Beside, she was a mother now. The dark crusades would have to wait for another day. "No," Belladonna replied simply. "Dr. Chang is not far, and there are no rules that prevent an angel from taking a human's blood."

"No, you're right," Lucifer laughed, though in his old man form, it came out more as a wheeze. "There isn't any rule against it." Pointing his fingers like guns at Mercurial, he nodded at Javier, and turned around, shuffling for the doorway. Once his hands grabbed the doorknob, however, he spun around. He snapped his fingers, summoning a blade. And then, with a cheesy smile, exclaimed "Nothing personal, Javier old boy!"

And in a surprising swoop of agility, he beheaded the immortal man. Just as Eudora had seen in her vision. The Aztecan Curse continued to pour life through Javier's veins, but it did nothing to dull the pain associated with the separation of his head from his body. And as Belladonna rushed to her husband, Lucifer snatched up the healer's blood, and went on his merry way.

Lucifer marched to the doorstep of the Crypt manor, just as Jade and Darren pulled up, ready to kill them. He waved at them cheerfully, as he unscrewed the top of the vial. Darren and Jade would be unable to see exactly what Lucifer did, but they would watch as the meatsuit fell to the ground, vacated. A scarlet smoke billowed out of the man, shooting up into the sky, and streaming in the direction of the Church.

At the church, the smoke streams in through the windows. The little boy laughs gleefully, clapping his hands together. His father has come, and the little boy spots Seraphina, his eyes widening for a moment. There's a word on the tip of his tongue, but he is soon distracted, fixating on Dr. Chang. The smoke has surrounded her, and her body stiffens. It is like she has been electrocuted almost, the way the smoke courses through her, and Dr. Chang stumbles to the ground, the room shaking.

A moment later, Dr. Chang raises her head. But it is not Amy Chang anymore. A wicked smile spreads across her features, as Lucifer is in control. "Miss me, sister?" Lucifer asks, gazing directly at Seraphina. "I've missed you. As for the rest of you...I'll give you a one minute start before I kill you all for shits and giggles. Can't rush the apocalypse, right?"

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Hold onto your seats ladies and gents, you're going to love this update....

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: North of Newnan

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The sound of the explosions stopped Beatrice in her tracks. She had been walking down the road, drinking a bit of water as she contemplated her next move, when she spotted a structure from the distance. It looked like a town, potentially--which meant stores to raid and shelters to construct. However, as she walked down the road, coming from north of Newnan, she realized it was some sort of fortress. And with two explosions back to back, continuing to head towards it didn't seem like the brightest idea.

Putting away her water bottle, Beatrice pulled out her pair of binoculars, doing a quick check to make sure no walkers were near. Confirming her relative safety, she peered through them, spotting guards on the wall. Smoke came up from the settlement, but from what she could see, no one was paying attention to what went on outside of the fortress. Chuckling a bit, Beatrice rolled her eyes. Someone should have been looking out. Their defenses, as far as she could tell, were hardly there anymore. What good was a wall if you didn't monitor it?

Beatrice put away her binoculars, and munched on a small handful of trail mix. There was no need for a rush decision. For all she knew, she'd be shot on sight if she approached the fortress. And did she really want to go in the direction of the explosions? It didn't appear to be the wise thing to do. But the explosion was just as troubling. It'd draw out walkers, Beatrice suspected. And she didn't want to be wandering around and get caught in a hoard.

Explosions or walkers? Biting her lip, she put on her sunglasses, and continued on her walk towards Newnan. Death in a tragic explosion could be fun, after all.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: In the Woods

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Chloe frowned for a moment, reaching for her machete, rather than for the bag of fruit snacks. She had intended to stay in camp for a while, and then scout ahead for shelter after having a small snack. She never was quite comfortable with sleeping in the woods, it made her feel exposed and vulnerable. But at the same time, she hated confined spaces as well. The SHU changed her, for her brief stay--though to be fair, Chloe didn't even know how long she had been incarcerated down there. She had lost track of time.

"Oh god...That's...That's gangsta," Chloe muttered to herself, as she peered out towards the sound of the angered voices. Her machete was in her hand, defensively if anything. After seeing a Viking murder a small child, and barking medical instructions, she shook her head slightly. She hadn't been high in a long ass time...Did she snort something and not remember it? Last she checked, vikings weren't commonplace things. Everyone else seemed to be fine with it, though. Did Vikings invade Georgia while she was in Los Angeles? But...There was a chance Riley was with them, somewhere. Maybe they had seen her sister. Fucking damn it.

"Wait....Wait!" Chloe called out, going over to the people in the truck, before she fully understood what she was doing. "I'm...I'm a medic. I mean, I was. I can help..." She paused for a moment, realizing girls running out of the woods probably didn't seem trustworthy. At least they couldn't run a background check on her, right? She didn't have her friend Ronnie there to vouch for her moral character.

She missed that little punk.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Medical Bay

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Dorothy set herself to work again, preemptively getting the chair in the middle of the room prepped. With no one having come to alert her of any injuries, she figured that she would have to operate on someone by the time the day had ended. The resources of the Vengeance were nothing compared to the Alliance, but she had learned to be skillful and resourceful in her methods. It was a fact of life.

As the ship started to move, Dorothy smiled softly to herself. Her baby sister was one of the best damn pilots there was. Gideon must have managed to make the most of the repairs, at least enough for her mei-mei to start running. From Dorothy's perspective, things seemed to be looking up, with the ship on the move. All they needed to do was get rid of the huen dahns following them, and they'd be good to go. Slowly unclenching her fingers, Dorothy listened for a moment, seeing if there was anything for her to do next.

Nothing.

But she reassured herself this was the better scenario. If she didn't have anything to do, it meant everyone was alive and kicking. The best thing for the Vengeance, she thought with a wry smile, would be if no one needed her at all. But she figured that odds were, someone would need her eventually. They were never that lucky.