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The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Ah, I gotcha. ^_^

Working on a starting post now, while working on a paper. :P Might be a bit, but should have something up within the hour.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Aggggh I love her :D Astral projection is so cool tbh.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Finished as well! :) I'll take a peek at yours, if you wanna take a peek at mine? I can get a post up tonight to start us off.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Jaina Sarbye

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

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Jaina laughed her head off as Marc wrestled her to the ground, looking up at him with a deranged look in her eye. Cynthia seemed to be cheering up already, with the orderly's blood misting the air. Hearing the girl laugh brought joy to Jaina, and she smiled up at Marc as he got her to the ground. Her arms were behind her back, and there was a bit of discomfort to it, but Jaina made no sign of it. "Cynthia, it's a game~! Don't worry!" Jaina called out.

She paused for a moment, looking up into Marc's eyes. "Ah, those are pretty," Jaina commented, giggling a bit to herself. For a moment, it looked like Jaina was content to stay pinned on the ground, giggling. But the girl had been trained as an acrobat. Marc might have been heavier than her, but that didn't matter to her. She nearly headbanged him, but thought better of it, instead attempting to bring her feet in, and thrust upwards to knock Marc off of her.

"Do you the agent with the poofy hair?" Jaina asked, giggling a bit. "She said I...What was it again? Second degree murder. But that's just silly. Look at him!" she squealed, nodding towards the orderly, who was bleeding out. "He's fine! And looks much better like that, if you ask me."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Heading To Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane

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Iris, meanwhile, was not having nearly as much fun. Beyond fencing, she wasn't much good in combat situations. One of the women in the room, a blonde she didn't recognize, looked to be on the phone with the paramedics. Then, there was the orderly with blood spraying out of his jugular. She stood there in shock for a moment, feeling incredibly and utterly useless. It took her a moment to come to her senses, seeing her patient, Cynthia, sitting on the couch, and a stranger wrestling another patient to the ground.

"Bloody hell..." Iris muttered, before running over towards the orderly, who was bleeding out. She did her best to put pressure on the wound, but she doubted it would do much good. She wasn't a medical doctor, but she felt the chances of surviving a puncture wound to the jugular were slim at best. They'd be lucky if the asylum didn't go into lockdown at this point.

"Cynthia, ma cherie, are you alright?" Iris asked, trying her best to help the orderly, but looking over at her patient simultaneously.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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Cecily paused for a moment, before nodding. Truthfully, anyone could fulfill the work of a coroner. She wasn't even technically qualified for her own job, beyond an anal need to follow everything to code and to never leave a stone unturned. Plus, with her hatred of the phone, the prospect of shutting the thing off and ignoring it was rather nice. Putting her phone on vibrate, just in case, she shoved it in her pocket.

"Yeah, probably for the best," Cecily agreed, trying her best not to irritate her shoulder anymore than was needed. Iris was fine, most likely, and Darcy could be patient. She didn't need to jump to handle things for the extended family that she hardly ever saw. Her stomach agreed with Caesar as well, growling in approval at the idea of leaving to get food.

"A mystery associate?" Cecily joked slightly, smiling a tad. "And food? Sounds like a good way to round out the evening." She then headed out the door, looking forward to leaving the morgue behind--if just for a little while.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Almack's

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Virginia raised an eyebrow at Mosi's rage, but she found her friend had reason. Still, it would be a shame. Undertakers could use the bit of business from burying a lord, as the families tended to pay quite a pretty penny. But seeing that her friend was in accord with her, Virginia glanced in the direction of Millicent and her new fiancé, feeling disgusted on Millicent's behalf.

Her gaze then drifted to the scowling and upset women. But her thoughts, before they could even form, were interrupted as she spotted Millicent's sisters. Those two were ultimately all that could be dealt with. If they removed Lord Rutherford from this realm, Millicent would sacrifice for them once more. They would need a more permanent and practical solution than murder.

"We remove Lord Rutherford, yes," Virginia said, her voice quiet enough for only Mosi to hear. "Yet unless Jane and Emma are wed to men of good character, Millicent will not cease her self-sacrifice. It is the way with her." She thought for a moment. Perhaps she could find men of suitable morals and put pressure on them to court the Wyndham sisters. She would reach out to extended cousins, yet she had a feeling that a Crypt was not whom Millicent had in mind for her sisters.

"Inform your parents that you have been invited to the estate this evening," Virginia instructed. "Alfred is likely to be quite helpful in our plans. If we should care to contact outside parties...or perhaps settle this for ourselves. It is a family matter, after all."

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Location: Port Annan

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It had been several days since Maeve had left Dublin. She had left the Brennans behind for a moment, her darling Roisin's cheeks stained with tears. Finnian had had to hold her back, with the child screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. Poor thing didn't even known the fuss she was making, as her mother signed to her farewell. Her eldest brother in law, Seamus, merely nodded at her as she left. Needless to say, he didn't approve of it, seeing the task as a dangerous gamble, one liable to get Maeve killed.

But she was doing it for little Roisin. Throughout the exhausting and excruciating trip to Scotland, where she slipped under the cover of a new identity -- Neasa O'Connor -- and left her life behind, it was the thought of her daughter that kept her going. Even if she was killed, little Roisin, her little rose, would be safe. Finnian, Seamus, and Mary-Clare would look after her, ensure that she was raised good and proper. They had given their word to protect the littlest Brennan, especially with the uptick in Soulless in the country.

Pinching her nose slightly to keep a headache at bay, Maeve hardly felt human by the time she descended from the boat. But cheap passage was cheap passage--couldn't expect much more than that. Tucking her overcoat around her a little more, Maeve glanced into the lantern lit streets. Her contact was supposed to be meeting her there, in order to escort her. She hadn't the faintest clue of the streets and workings of Scotland, being an Irish girl born and bred. An escort was quite welcome.

Eventually, Maeve smiled a bit as she spotted a chap who looked a bit out of place. That'd be him then. Calum Cumming. Making her way over to him, Maeve nodded at the apparent parson, a slight bit of nerves flaring up. She'd usually been the front, the look-out, to any Brennan activities. A bit of nerves was good--it'd keep her safe.

"Evenin'," Maeve greeted, her Irish accent coming out.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

Same. ^^ I'll finish October up after I finish my rounds of posts for tonight.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Getting ye olde post up soon

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Same here, post will be up before I go to bed ^^

🦄 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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Nora was taken aback for a moment, at the woman denying payment. The elderly woman had spunk, to say the least, and Nora couldn't help but have an honest smile grace her face. But to be truthful, she felt she had little need of the money herself. Her father was an earl, as well as excavating in Egypt--there was money enough in the Kingston family. "Then consider it a gift," Nora explained, before putting the pounds on the tray.

At the woman's candid nature, Nora's smile only increased. She tended to be a quiet person by nature, observing and reflecting, never quite coming out and saying whatever she meant to. On occasion, stronger personalities could coax words out of her, as Lady Munn had done earlier that evening. And with this woman, Nora found herself laughing--not the forced laughter of social necessities, but a true giggle. She snorted at the woman's last comment.

"Forgive me, I didn't catch your name," Nora said finally. And then, in a purposeful choice, she introduced herself. "My name's Eleanor--Nora for short. She then showed the woman the bandage on her finger. "The man tried the very same here...Mentioned the treatment for hysteria, as if he had forgotten the very reason I had called for a surgeon, veiled as it may have been." She paused for a moment, contemplating as to whether or not to divulge the news of her wound. Yet she had a sense she could trust the woman. "I had been branded, and freann fuilteacha, he cared more about whether or not I can land a husband."

The woman's words amused her even more. She thought of her father and brothers, and found that for the most part, it was all correct. Only Ethan seemed to respect her as a woman--Edwin and Eric treated her like an infant. Ernest was dead, so she didn't care much to think of him. She wasn't one to think ill of the dead. Her parents had had an atrocious habit--each child's name began with the letter E.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Go to bed lol