Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii

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Good, very good my children! You have stumbled upon something perhaps incredibly significant, to the extent that it would feel unfair to give you another clue here. But do not fret--there are still clues imbedded in this, clues as to the identity of the murderer, clues as to why this place, of all places, has seen so much woe. For Alstoba, it was all in the name, was it not? It meant Always in War. I wonder perhaps what Coventry might mean...

Andromeda nodded a bit, glancing at her hands as she pondered how to spin this tale. Ever since she had become aware of necromantics, she always wondered whether there was perhaps a bit of truth to it. Maybe it wasn't just a legend--perhaps it was actual history. Andromeda had dedicated her life to the uncovering of the bizarre--but the strange was no longer a myth. Merely something peculiar. "Alright. Coventry was founded back in 1662 by Tobias Fairfax. The man was an alcoholic and a gambler, and the town attracted those of similar dispositions. But he fell in love, as all men do, with a gypsy. He meant to marry her and she bore his child out of wedlock. In an effort to keep the town from finding out, he killed her."

She paused for a moment, ensuring that Emmie wasn't being overwhelmed by the information. "But with her dying breath, the gypsy cursed him and the town, promising that her child would avenge her. Of course, he thought little of it, but sought out the advice of a priest. The town was blessed, but in 1691, when the child turned seventeen years of age, Coventry burned to the ground. No one survived the flames, and according to local legend, if you listen softly in the middle of the night, you can hear the woman whispering Amirya."

"Has Valeska been living up here?" Aloise muttered to herself, as they poked around the attic. There were blankets and books left about, with small half eaten bags of chips and other goodies. There were changes of clothes, as well as an old map of Coventry, and a small notebook. All in all, it had just about everything a runaway would need to keep going.

"Seems like it, don't it?" Keenan agreed, limping slightly as he moved around the attic. The pair of them were completely alone up there, and he frowned, trying to find some sort of exit. Unless the girl was hiding in the wardrobe, there was nowhere that she could have gone off to. There didn't seem to be a suitable exit, with the window boarded up. "You don't think she has...deviances, do you?" Aloise asked, frowning in confusion.

Meanwhile, as Eudora opens up the wardrobe, something fascinating will occur. The gypsy charm will glow ever so slightly, and as its light touches the wardrobe, the outward appearance disappears. The coats and hats are replaced by a softly glowing purple and blue tunnel, a tunnel that appears to extend indefinitely. There is a powerful magic aura radiating off of it, one that will inspire discomfort in both the Prophet and the Fallen Angel. There is something unnatural, something wrong, something forbidden about it.

But for the witch, it will instead feel beautiful and extravagant. Like a mystery, a secret, something wonderful.

The question is, of course--will you go inside?

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Post coming up now :)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)

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Jack chuckled slightly. It was a unique choice--Mr. and Mrs. Newnan--and it reminded him a bit of those competitions high schools put on, where male students competed to be Mr. Such and Such, and girls went after the title of Homecoming Queen. But at the same time, it was also perfect. They had managed to create a life for themselves in Newnan. Jack's last name, Hudson, came from the father who abandoned him and his mother as well. He didn't have any particular attachment to it.

"Alright, Mistah and Missis Newnan," he agreed, nodding his head slightly. He was hyper-aware of her hand cupping his cheek, and he felt slightly disappointed as she pulled away. But a moment later, he felt a sharp pull on his arm, and not expecting the sudden movement, he stumbled forward a bit before stopping himself, grinning with a face that said I meant to do that.

"Thank you, Ash," Jack chimed in, holding his hand out to the man again. "Couldn't have done all this without you--don't think I can evah repay you." His eyes were dancing with amusement as Tatiana pulled the newcomer into a fierce hug, before teasing Ash about his date. Jack titled his head to the side, before giving a subtle nod of approval at Ash that appeared to say atta boy!

Putting his arm around Tatiana's waist, he hadn't quite understood the reference the newcomer made either. For all he knew, the newcomer and Ash had known each other before the outbreak, maybe went to the same church together.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)

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Having made her way over from the wedding site, Beatrice glanced around, mildly impressed with the decorations and the effort. It didn't look like wedding reception spreads in magazines, but it still looked a hell of a lot better than what it could have been. Most everyone seemed to be trickling in, grabbing drinks, and waiting for the bride and groom to get some food before getting a bit to eat themselves. The rockstar, Riley, was setting up as well.

But more luckily, Beatrice spotted Tiffany and Ray again, and made her way over to Tiffany. The two of them were fairly decent friends, and while Beatrice could certainly handle being alone without feeling loneliness, it was still nice to have someone to talk to. She glanced at her friend's dress, and knowing very little about fashion, still thought it looked pretty. But wasn't that the same color as Tatiana's gown? She couldn't remember if that was a good thing or a bad thing when it came to weddings.

"Tiffany, Ray, hello," Beatrice greeted. "Mind if I join you?"

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)

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Chloe rolled her eyes at Ryan, a bit annoyed and simultaneously amused with Riley's suggestion. The man didn't need much encouragement, and the last person Chloe had stripped for had been a Corrections Officer. She wasn't sure if her sister, her sister's crush, and Ryan were exactly who she had attended to show off the goods for next. But on the bright side, Ryan wasn't insisting they go home and grab the smokes to pay up. Maybe they'd be able to have some sort of fun at the reception--for a little while, at least, before it got boring.

"Drinking game sounds good," Chloe said, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Maybe something like Never Have I Ever--not sure strip poker would be exactly fair. He's got a tux on--and we're in dresses."

She followed Ryan's gestures, raising an eyebrow at Ash and his new best friend leaving the wedding together, heading away from the reception site. Yeah, Richard was definitely going to be pissed off. Some sort of brawl was going to break out, sooner rather than later, she figured. But as long as Dick controlled himself and didn't hurl things at his housemates in rage, it was fine by her.

"Alright, you're gonna do amazingly!" Chloe exclaimed, smiling at Riley as she walked over to get set up. Her eyes then fell on the bar, and she couldn't help but feel wistful. Alcohol had never been her issue--as ironic as she realized it was, she never became addicted to it. Drugs, yes. But at the same time, she doubted that they'd allow the convicts to have too much to drink. There wasn't enough trust there.

"C'mon, let's get some drinks," Chloe said, nudging Ryan slightly. "How long's it been since you got a decent drink?" she asked, chuckling ever so slightly. Prison hooch was always an option and available, but from her experience, it didn't beat a real drink. Making her way over to the bar, assuming that the Irishman was in toe, she requested something strong and sweet. Things like strawberry daiquiris had always been her favorite--she never got into the more bitter drinks.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Five miles west of Newnan, in the snow.

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Ravi gave Gavin a skeptical look, shaking his head as his friend thrusted his hand into the air. He imagined that Gavin must have been the sort of man who refused to stop and ask for directions, no matter how lost he was. But to be fair, in Ravi's experience, that was true for most American men. He rolled his eyes slightly at the arm wrapped around him, but continued to walk on with Gavin. It wasn't like they had any better ideas.

"Ha ha ha, that's just brilliant," Ravi replied, trying to dodge Gavin's hand, but his hair was ruffled nonetheless. At least his beard had escaped unscathed--he loved that beard, more than he loved some people, even. "Lovely singing voice, mate. Can you do opera? I'd say you'd be half decent at it, certainly more than the average bloke." He snickered a bit at his own joke, following Gavin in the wake he'd made for him.

Ravi pulled his hat a little firmer down on his head, amused a bit at the irony. In all the time he'd lived in Seattle, he'd never gone to see the Seahawks play. They weren't that decent of a team anyways, from what he had been told. And now, here he was, trudging through the snow with Seahawks gear keeping him toasty. Stroking his beard a bit, he couldn't help but be pleased with how the upkeep of it was going.

"Are you just intending to smash things and shoot people when we get to this place?" Ravi asked. "Perhaps don't go on a suicidal mission, chap. If you can help it."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii Alright, just know you're on day 6 now

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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Cecily couldn't help but feel a bit surprised that Tinder agreed to meet with her. Especially without any information as to what it would be about--it was perplexing, to say the least. Or perhaps she had just grown more and more paranoid over the past few days, with murder and death no longer confining themselves to the corpses on the table, but to the people surrounding her. "Yes, an hour or two later should work," Cecily affirmed. Tomorrow would have been tricky, after all--they were fleeing to Mexico.

Of course, there were also the dinner plans with Caesar's associate. Perhaps something would need to be worked around that, though Cecily wasn't quite sure when those would be happening. And then there was still the matter of her heading home, grabbing her passport, and the likes. She'd have to find a way to not just explain to her boss why she needed someone to fill in for a few days, but to explain the entire situation to Riley as well.

For a moment, she mused about saying she was going to a coroner convention, though she figured it'd be pretty easy to check attendance at those things. Maybe it'd be easiest to just cash in a few vacation days, say the reasons were personal, and leave it at that. She worked weekends, after all--they could hardly complain, she hoped, if she took a few days off.

"Where would be a convenient meeting place for you?" Cecily asked Tinder, before glancing over at Caesar, as if to get his suggestion. She was half surprised she was still on the phone with Tinder--for her, it would've made sense for Caesar to be setting up the appointment with the FBI agent.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Hallway Outside ---> Medical Bay

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"Shiny," Dorothy grinned, before leading her dear little sister to the medical bay. There were mostly minor injuries being treated, with the few exceptions. And while Dorothy didn't miss the Alliance itself, she did miss its resources and the likes. With the equipment now at her disposal, everyone's chance of surviving whatever injury they came in with shot up considerably.

Gideon's concussion had already had treatment started for it, but she walked over nonetheless and picked up the scans, motioning for Daphne to come to look at him. "This is it," she nodded, before explaining the various details. She showed Daphne the little details that indicated a concussion, before showing her a reference of a normal, uninjured patient. Of course, she couldn't be all too certain if it was interesting her mei-mei, or boring her instead.

"Mei-mei...A good deal happened today," Dorothy said carefully. "How're you holding up? I know Jackson was your friend...If you want to talk....I'm here."

There was a quiet, unstated end to that sentence. Dorothy hadn't always been there for her sister. She had left her behind on Boros, left her with the alcoholic father and the miserable, pointless existence that Boros provided.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha

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She could barely prevent herself from speaking her mind, from declaring quite simply just as such issues as arrogance and inflated feelings of superiority are common among yours. Yet had her anger been quite so easily aroused by a man of medicine, she would not have survived her childhood without erupting into constant rage, anger, and apathy. She instead focused her mind on the grey powder, wondering which medicine or the other he would attempt to treat her with. There had been a time when she took as many as five different powders in a single day, all to avoid the nasty and messy business of expiring before reaching adulthood.

She suppressed a laugh at his ridiculous eyebrow, finding that it was easier to focus on it than his piggish sensibilities. As he finally began to take her seriously, attending to the matter at hand, Nora felt a slight sense of relief. Not at receiving medical attention, no--but no longer having to listen to drivel about how women were prone to nightmares and needed assistance to sleep. "Do not fret, Dr. Moran. I can assure you, it is nothing too serious--why, I am only a woman, of course." Her tone was steady and calm, even though her words were laced with sarcasm.

"Perhaps a few hours have passed since this unfortunate event," Nora added, before mulling over the pain level. It was not quite so bad as it had been earlier, yet it still ached. It was quite good that the doctor used a gentle touch, otherwise, she may have been forced to hold back tears. "On a measure of one to ten, perhaps a four at most," Nora explained. "I've experienced worser pains."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea I dunno if Newnan'll be ever ready for Gavi :P But hit me up when you wanna collab. And I'll post here as soon as I finish posting in other places, and working on a back up CS for soulless.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Does that mean I should post for Ravi again soon? :P

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 5