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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore: Day 6, hun ^^

Let's Gush!

I've just about completed my first RP as a GM, and it's all thanks to these lovelies: @Nallore @BlueSky44 @Witch Cat @Pundii @Lady Amalthea. There were points where I was worried it wouldn't work out, but we just completed the goal of the RP, and I'm so ecstatic about the wonderful journey I've had with these individuals. ^_^

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@Witch Cat @BlueSky44 @Pundii @Nallore

Just need a closing post from all of you lovelies now. :) And remember, let me know what you think your characters will get up to! I'll be doing some rolls to determine what happened to them in the six months or so after this RP concluded. ^_^

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@Witch Cat @BlueSky44 @Pundii @Nallore

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Crypt Manor: Belladonna smiled coldly, though it was with love for her dearest. Setting his head down gently, Belladonna fetched the small sewing bag from the cabinet, and procured a spool of thread. She treated it with juice from the eye of a newt, and threading it in the needle, set at work for sewing her husband's head onto his body.

"Javier, my love," Belladonna paused, with a frown. No matter how much she sewed, the stitches evaporated within moments. She smiled coyly at him. "Did you replace my eye of newt with dragon's rum again, dearest?" She turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow as their daughter returned, ouija board in hand. "Mercurial, darling, whatever is that for?"

"Information," Mercurial replied succinctly, setting the board up on the ground. She hardly paid any attention to the actions of her parents, and set her fingers delicately on the planchette. Muttering a few Latin words under her breath, Mercurial called out to the spirits of her ancestors, all while Belladonna searched for the appropriate tonic to apply to the stitches, and reattach her husband to his form.

The dim face of a long since dead Crypt appeared on the other side of the veil. And whilst the living Crypts could not see her, the spirit took Mercurial's hands in her own, and used the peculiar gift that perhaps had resulted in her own death. Her mind wandered, traveling to the Church, and the scene appeared in Mercurial's mind's eye.

As to what she saw, well...

Inside the Church: Lucifer's lips curled into a smile, as Eudora fetched the vial from her bag. With a lazy motion of his hand, he sent his child, the antichrist, over to deal with the witch. "Have fun, kiddo," Lucifer grinned, as the demonic child dashed over to Eudora, armed with a knife. Jade meanwhile, kept her eyes locked on Lucifer, watching for any sign of trouble.

And as Darren thrust the angel blade forward, the blade met flesh. But rather than stabbing the devil in the heart, Lucifer had spun around, his hand catching the blade. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Lucifer sneered, pulling the knife by the blade from Darren's grasp. "Here's a lesson on how to kill someone, kiddo. It'll cost you, though." And with a demonic grin, Lucifer drove the blade through Darren's heart, snickering as he did so.

But his laughter did not last for long. For just as life began to slip away from Darren, Lucifer's expression of murderous bliss changed to one of surprise. The tip of an angel blade pushed its way through Lucifer's heart. Lucifer, Darren, and Amy fell to the ground at Jade's feet, dead.

"I'm sorry, Darren," Jade said quietly, brandishing the bloodied angel blade. The antichrist screamed, looking at the fallen form of his father, giving Eudora the perfect opening to kill the demonic child. And in a moment, the antichrist's body would stain the floor of the Church as well.

Outside the Church: The air outside will seem to clear, as if a dark and nefarious substance has finally been removed. There are no other survivors beyond those at Crypt Manor, and those hanging around the Church. The sun hasn't quite peaked out from the clouds, but that's normal for Washington. The skies are overcast with clouds, and distantly, you can hear a bird begin to sing.

Somehow, everyone will instantly know what happened, a sort of funny feeling in their stomach. It's over. The world has been saved--for now, at least. They can go home.

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Update will be in the morning, so that way, it is coherent ;)

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@Pundii Doesn't have to be huge. Thank you, hun!!!! <3

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@Nallore@Pundii@Witch Cat@BlueSky44

So. The roles have not been done yet for this round. However, there's a chance that everything will go smoothly and this'll all be over. Please send me a PM with what your character would want to do after the apocalypse ends--do they go pursue a new career? Do they take up hunting the supernatural? Do they want to get married? Is there a character in this RP they'd stick around? Please send me a PM for each character you play within the next seven days.

@Pundii: Remember you are almost out of time to go fix that post you edited by accident. Failure to do so will result in RP removal. (The post above is on day 7, needs to be done before it hits day 8)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Might I have permission to fix the broken images in Beatrice's CS?

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@BlueSky44: Day 5

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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He kept his eyes focused on the surrounding area, scanning for anyone coming over to the makeshift camp. As Meg set off again in her vehicle, Jack let himself glance towards Bazhooli's fallen form again. Could it really have been under an hour ago that they had taken down a walker? He clenched his fist again, trying to refocus his mind on the task at hand. Tatiana was still alive. She was back in Newnan. He had to do his job here, in order to protect her.

But he had failed to protect Bazhooli. Sure, it had been a freak accident, but survivor's guilt of sorts was starting to eat away at Jack. He felt like there should have been something he could have done to help Bazhooli. If Bazhooli had been assigned to keep watch instead of him, maybe the big Russian man would still be there. There was too much death in this new world.

As soon as everyone was inside of the truck, Jack would climb inside as well, keeping watch from above as long as he could. He listened to Astrid's words with a heavy heart. At least Bazhooli's death had been quick.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Newnan Northern Gate

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Beatrice wasn't sure how to respond to that question. She raised an eyebrow at the taller man, his voice light and friendly, as he asked her to give a spin. It was comforting that they thought of that, and Beatrice stuffed her hands in the pocket of her jacket, fanning it out like a cape as she spun slowly in a circle. She didn't have any weapons besides her gun--a fact that she had every intention of remedying, as soon as she could get a decently blunt object, and practice swinging it at things.

Beatrice nodded slightly, moving to enter Newnan, the gate shutting behind her. As James talked, Beatrice was mostly quiet, glancing around the settlement and gleaning what she could from James' words. At the mention of his name, Beatrice raised an eyebrow."...No idea at all why they call you that," Beatrice said dryly, but there was a slight smile on her lips. "Starved. I have trail mix to trade." She didn't figure they'd be in the business of just giving away food for free, and it wasn't like she could write them a check.

She blew a piece of hair out of her face, continuing to follow James. This placed seemed...interesting, to say the least. And it was safer than the outside world, aside from those troubling explosions she had seen. "I didn't say my name," Beatrice replied, chuckling a bit. "It's Beatrice, though."

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Truck in the Woods ---> The Hoardebuster

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The appearance of the huge ass truck, with more and more people, got Chloe's hopes up. But at the same time, as they moved the wounded and the dead towards the truck, death continued to strike. She had screamed when the large man met his maker, in the most gruesome and trivial way. And after having spent most of her adult life dealing with drug abuse, her Stanford training was a bit rusty. It was all she could do to focus on her patient, keeping pressure on Ray's wound, and assisting as he was moved into the truck.

By the time they got inside, Chloe tried her best to smile reassuringly at the man as he groaned in pain. Without the equipment of a proper medical room, there wasn't much more that she could do for him, other than smile and try to look confident that she knew what she was doing. But with the entire military outfit of this group, with the trucks and organization...Chloe wasn't too certain they'd take too kindly to her, once they learned what she really had put her Stanford education up to.