Morose

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: the Wyndham Estate

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Truthfully, the thought of possessing a title did not disturb Virginia greatly. She had been raised to assume the earldom, her path only altered by the arrival of her brother. And while she bore him no ill will and did not desire a title, she was aware of its implications. Men would have ever the more of an incentive to take her as an equal. The penchant for disrespect that many a British gentlemen possessed would slip away ever so slightly. No, her true concern was with the health of her brother. If James were to perish, Virginia would be beside herself.

Truthfully, the largest detriment of the regency would be the increased attraction of suitors. Alfred had become quite adept at chasing them away, and if that approach was unsuccessful, the revelation of her many interests would disturb the rest. But what did she truly desire in life? That thought continued to elude Virginia, constantly evading any attempts to answer it. Perhaps that was what she searched for in life--an answer as to what she wished to obtain.

"Thank you for your counsel," Virginia replied, smiling slightly at Millicent kneeled. Her dear friend was most beautiful and attractive, yet Virginia felt little romantic inclination to Millicent Wyndham--a fact that was most fortunate, as Millicent was her closest friend. She giggled slightly along with Millicent, noticing the contrast in their skin tones. Her friend dwelled in the light of day--and she, she dwelled in the darkness of night.

"I understand," Virginia nodded, hearing Millicent's polite rejection of her offer. "Do know that you will always be welcome, dear Millicent, if you should ever wish for a moment's respite." And as her dear friend pulled the dagger and allowed the use of the bed, Virginia rested her body, mirroring the pose of a corpse in a casket. Sokw was a dangerous affair, and for this particular task, Virginia decided to focus on ensuring her friend's protection first. It would allow her to use Chankoowashtay instead.

And so, she shut her eyes, and began to project her mind into the between using Chankoowashtay.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Sewers of Justice ---> Drain for the Main Autopsy Room

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Cecily hesitated for a moment. She did trust Roy--but he had also been the one who explained to her to not trust anyone, even him. She had messaged him that they were going to Queensguard, to investigate the scene of the crime--but where was he? What was Roy up to? It rubbed her the wrong way, the more she thought about it. Roy had told her that he covered up Peyton's murder--but he never explained exactly why. Perhaps she shouldn't have trusted him.

But he had kept her safe, hadn't he? He kept her out of the line of fire, and while Roy took a bullet, he never tried to hurt her. He was her partner--not in a romantic sense, of course. Romance confused Cecily at its core. But who else was there that Cecily trusted deeply in Justice, beyond Roy? Her mind flickered to her best friend, Bonnie, but she abandoned the thought quickly. She didn't want Bonnie to get dragged into this--whatever it was.

"Yeah, I trust him," Cecily replied. "I'll send him a text." But with the map in one hand, and her shoulder keeping pressure on the other, she resolved to wait to contact Roy until they had made it back to the morgue. The sewers were fundamentally disgusting, and Cecily didn't even get the mercy of plugging her nose. And with the slippery nature of them, she fell into the storm drain a few more times than she'd care to mention.

At Caesar's invention to leave with him, Cecily nodded. She didn't have any ties to Justice, not really. She wasn't even quite sure what state her parents were in at the moment, and her brother was in Los Angeles, studying to be an actor. All that kept her in Justice was her job--the job that she was determined to quit, as soon as Alicia's case was closed. "That sounds good," Cecily said, smiling a bit. "...Listen, if your company needs forensics, let me know."

However, she didn't continue on. They came upon a set of rusted steel stairs, with the entrance for the morgue marked. Folding up the map of Justice, Cecily ascended the staircase with Caesar, and peered upwards at the manhole cover. Something was dripping through it, but more importantly, light was shinning through. She wasn't nearly strong enough to shift it aside herself, and she stepped over, letting Caesar take a crack at it.

"Dr. Brinne!" Cecily would exclaim, assuming Caesar shifted the cover aside. "It's a bloody relief to see you. Would you mind extracting a bullet?" She grimaced slightly, still putting pressure on her shoulder. She had no idea when the shock would wear off.

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Iris Kingston

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

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Iris looked back over the notes in Cynthia's file, attempting to find any connection between her and the massacre. Unless the murders had been orchestrated by a nine year old girl, the timeline didn't match up. She sighed a bit, mostly in relief--all of that blood, on the hands of one broken girl? It would have just been another hardship to add to Cynthia's already tragic life. The doctors' notes were mostly unhelpful as well. They began with condemning Cynthia as a murderer, and once her innocence was proven, they shifted to lamenting the absolute loss of her sanity. Despite being placed in a halfway house, all of the doctors noted one thing--that Cynthia is gone, despite brief appearances of sanity.

"C'est très bizarre," Iris murmured. "Pourquoi était-ce qu'ils l'ont placée dans le CHRS?" As she came to one note in particular, Iris' brow furrowed even further. Cynthia's mysterious visitor, unknown to anyone and missing from the records, had come to visit her. A woman who looked similar to Cynthia--and afterwards, Cynthia painted in red. From everything Iris had gleaned from the notes, Cynthia was a highly symbolic girl. Iris' discovery did not bode well.

Returning to her computer, Iris switched the browser settings into English. This mysterious Seattle visitor, looking as crazed as Cynthia--perhaps there would be some record for Jenny Green. If the woman was just as crazed, Iris figured she must have spent some time institutionalized. Asylums kept patient records--perhaps there were some she could access relating to the woman. And having access to it already, Iris began searching the patient records of the Justice Asylum. Cynthia had put the request for the transfer to Justice in herself.

Perhaps her friend had spent some time at this very institution.

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@Grec Please see this link for the current lore we're using on vampires, or look at the lore tab on the top of the page. As long as you keep your vampire from being too overpowered, that'll be good. Please keep in mid that this RP requires high commitment--decent posts and a post each week. Furthermore, we are nearing the end of the RP, so be conscious of that.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii @Witch Cat: From the counter reset, you are on day 3. Without it, you would be on days 5 and 7. Please, please, please get a post in soon--don't abuse this counter reset to drive post counters up again. It makes it hard on everyone that way.

🦄 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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Little remained for her to accomplish, and with the darkness of night already upon them, Nora bade the Lady Munn farewell. She would return the next day as promised, in order to assist with the tasks that had been required of her. And if her father balked at the lack of an assistant for the day, he could be put out of his rage with a simple, albeit misleading, truth: she would be in the company of a peer of England. Her reliance on honesty would serve her well in this manner.

Leaving the Lady Munn's office, Nora did not care to walk in the company of Mr. Drake. She went ahead by herself, fiddling slightly with her branded finger as she went, noticing the guards patrolling the halls. It struck her as perhaps curious, yet it was no doubt logical. Tombs were raided all the time--what would stop theft at the Egyptian Museum, if not for the guards? She fancied that they had elaborate treasures stored deep within the vaults, yet she found no value in jewelry and dresses. The superficiality had no merit to it--she found the texts and records to be of much more value. Those were the mysteries worth unraveling.

As Nora headed for the front door, manned by two guards, one of the guards stopped her where she stood. "Miss, the bell toll," the guard explained, and Nora nodded. She was quite familiar with that sound, and while it would doubtless be more appropriate for her to request an escort, yet she had been quite looking forward to enjoying a leisurely walk home in her thoughts. Had her pet, a Scottish terrier named Spot, been with her, she perhaps would have insisted that he would provide protection enough.

"Very well," Nora replied, musing over her options. Safety insisted that she request an escort of some sorts, but truthfully, she knew the guards as well as she knew the prisoner. And the odds that a prisoner, roaming the streets of Cairo, would accost her seemed to be minimal at best. She was hardly helpless as well--her letter opener was in her handbag, and should a confrontation arise, she felt confident she could use it.

To be or not to be accompanied--that was the question that Nora pondered. Mr. Drake was one such possibility--yet from what she had gleaned of his character, she may be better off asking the prisoner to escort her home. "Might a guard be spared for an escort to my rooms in Garden City? I would be much obliged, of course, to provide financial restitution of a modest sum. If it poses any trouble or difficulty, then please do forget I requested such a service. I would not wish to compromise the security of this institution in the slightest."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Will be getting a post up tonight.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: The Hordebuster Roof

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As they exited the truck, Jack took in the scene of destruction. It wasn't too often that he saw auto-accidents, having only worked as a beat cop for a few years. But of the few he had seen, none of them compared to this. Bodies were scattered around, a man was missing a limb, and the spunky Newnanite who hit on him earlier laid dead. It disturbed him to think that just an hour or so ago, he had been patching up the fence with her. And Bazhooli had planned on asking her to strip at a bachelor party.

"Got it, boss," Jack responded, as Ashton instructed him to take lookout. Astrid had already climbed up there, and from the bite on her neck, things didn't look too good for her. It was a wicked bite, in just about one of the worst areas to be bitten as well. An amputation was impossible for her--she was going to die. His heart went out to her as he climbed up the ladder to get a vantage point, serving as a lookout. Of course, he was slightly wary.

His companion on the roof could turn into a walker at any moment. But as Bazhooli glanced back at him, Jack grinned a bit at his friend. Bonds formed and fell apart quickly in the apocalypse--he hadn't known the man very long, and already, Jack considered Bazhooli to not just be his best man, but his best friend. After Tatiana, of course. He kept his eyes peeled, watching to see if any walkers came towards the small group--but he glanced away as he heard a soft scream of surprise.

The sound had come from the ginger girl tending to the cripple. His hand automatically reaching for his sidearm, he faltered when he saw the cause of her scream. "Bazhooli..." Jack croaked. The Russian man was limp, impaled on the tree. To say it was a freak accident was an understatement. Jack started to move to run towards his friend, but his police training kicked in. He couldn't just abandon his post.

Jack blinked, attempting to clear the water from his eyes. He couldn't even remember Bazhooli's real name--all he knew was that he had promised to take care of Bazhooli's cat, as if the Russian had known he wouldn't survive the trip. Jack clenched his fist slightly, making a silent vow. That furball was going to be one of the best cared for cats that ever lived. It was all he could do to honor Bazhooli.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Newnan Northern Gate

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Beatrice felt a bit of relief, once the armed company agreed to let her inside the settlement. All she'd have to do then would be wait out whatever walker onslaught was to come, and try to avoid the fantastic explosion sensation that was going on. Still, their paranoia about her weapons was a slight reassurance. They weren't entirely idiotic when it came to security, it seemed. Perhaps they had just been having an off moment before--not that she was intending to stay for very long, of course.

Pulling her pistol out slowly, Beatrice set it on the ground, her hands in the air. She didn't trust these people--certainly not enough to think one of them wouldn't get trigger happy and kill her anyways. However, as the gate creaked open enough for her to come through, Beatrice couldn't help but smile. It was fortunate she was a patient person in general, as she waited for further instructions without too much annoyance.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea I'll get a post up today

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Remipa Awesome Alright. Thank you for bowing out.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Remipa AwesomeIt's been seven days since you posted your CS, need a post in from you soon.