Morose

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Crime Scene)

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With the events of the day (and by extension, the last few weeks), it felt good to have Keystone shadowing her, serving as a bodyguard. It also added a certain aura of legitimacy for the young coroner. She figured that there would be those who wouldn't respect her, mostly from her short stature, young age, and lack of inexperience compared to old pros like Wallace. But with Keystone and Caesar hanging around her, she figured people would be a bit intimidated into taking her seriously.

After getting directions from one of the forensic techs, Cecily entered the asylum and headed to the crime scene. She grabbed a pair of gloves from the same tech and snapped them on, looking over the grizzly scene. There was blood everywhere, as well as the body of an orderly on the ground. Bagging and tagging was underway, mostly in regards to the body, and Cecily couldn't help but think this would be a wonderful exercise in blood spatter analysis.

"Yes, just a few quick questions," Cecily said to the orderlies. Glancing down at the body, she figured he was an employee here at the asylum. "Could you give us a breakdown of what happened? Identification of the victim as well? And then, if you could put the blood stained clothing into evidence--I imagine you won't be wanting it much longer."

She blew a piece of her hair out of her eyes, not wanting to touch her hair with her gloves. It looked a bit comical, but she didn't care. Evidence contamination might not have been her biggest problem, but it was certainly up there. "We'll also be sweeping the facility in general," Cecily notified the orderlies. They'd need to find Proserpine before it was too late--and she wouldn't have been shocked if Caesar had already gotten started on that mission. But without her dealing with the crime scene, they wouldn't have been able to enter.

"If you have security camera footage, we'd love to get a copy of it."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Cynthia's Room)

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Iris had been about to leave and fetch the sorbet for Cynthia, when she heard Marc dismiss the orderlies. She didn't know this man and had no knowledge of what capacity he was there in. All she knew was that he seemed to be familiar with Cynthia and possess a great deal of confidence, as well as skill in using a gun. Quickly, she changed course and headed after him, going into Cynthia's room. As she walked in, she saw the two embraced in a familial manner, and she smiled a bit to herself.

Standing in the room with them, Iris let them chat, seeing what looked like a sane Cynthia. Now this was a woman she could understand being placed in a halfway house. There must have been some event that triggered her--the entire chaos with Valentine--and then there was the scene in the visiting room, of course. Her insanity made sense, in a way. But then the conversation seemed to take a dark turn, and Iris frowned ever so slightly.

Jenny Green? Iris wondered, her mind recalling the picture she had seen earlier. Her memory was photographic, after all. If Cynthia's mother was actually an adoptive mother, it would explain the "aunt" who came to visit her in Seattle. It put more context to the strangeness of the visit. And as a voice called out from the doorway, Iris nearly jumped, gasping a bit in surprise. She had been so focused on Cynthia, she hadn't even noticed someone come to the doorway.

Iris looked over at the stranger, with a horrible feeling in her stomach. For a moment, she regretted not answering her brother's calls and texts. But it was silly, she reassured herself. She was perfectly safe--Cynthia just happened to have received another visitor during all of the chaos. "Miss Green?" Iris asked, looking at the woman. She wanted to believe that nothing was the matter--but it was also her duty to protect and help Cynthia. The very least she could do was confirm the identity of the visitor.

And hope that the Relic fellow had been terribly wrong.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: the Bridge

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Dorothy sighed slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was an impulsive person by nature, and combined with the stress of the day, she had made a small mistake. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel immensely irritated with Harper. Sure, she may have made a gorrham mistake--but he was the one insulting her little sister's skills and talents. Her more tactful nature could slip away--as it certainly did then--when it comes to Daphne.

Of course, she wasn't sure whether or not to tell her sister about her opinions of Harper. On one hand, he was (as far as Dorothy was concerned) just another cog in the Alliance machine, and likely to be thrown off at the next port with the rest of the Alliance crew. But then again, since Daphne had to work with him, her being belligerent and biased towards him likely wasn't the best. Overall, Dorothy was irritated with the man--if the Browncoats were such rubbish, then why did the Alliance even bother? She had served with the Alliance before and she never found an excuse to underestimate the rebels. It was a foolish attitude in her book.

"Nothing we can't handle," Dorothy finally answered. "The pilot strikes me as a bit of a huen dahn, if I'm to be honest..."

She glanced at the controls and such on the bridge, before recalling that Anisa had asked her to do something else. She knew that her sister could be moody and pretend to be more capable than she really was. "How's the ship, by the way? She handle okay and everythin'?" Dorothy asked, hoping that Daphne really was confident in using the ship, and wasn't just pulling a stunt. She didn't want to give the pilot any real reason to look down on her mei-mei.

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@Nallore No worries. ^^

@Pundii@FantasyChic@Witch Cat@Nallore: Another reminder about relations and skill updates! Most of you have done the skill updates--still need the new relation/clue sheet edited in. I'll be checking these tomorrow evening.

@Nallore@FantasyChic: Day 6
@Witch Cat: Day 5, I believe

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@Nallore Almost done. You've got the Chapter One clue sheet filled out instead of the Chapter Two one (it's in the OOC)

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic

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December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor

Hanson took Emmie's hand, but his face tightened as he mentioned his loss. "Never knew the piece o' shit," Hanson grumbled, and Andromeda looked over at Emmie awkwardly. She mouthed the word half-brother to Emmie, as Hanson shuffled off and began fixing himself a cup of coffee. The smell filled the entire floor within a few moments, and Andromeda continued to leaf through Dr. Faustus, looking for a good description of Mephistopheles.

"I think so," Andromeda nodded. "Marlowe wrote this play about a German doctor who sold his soul--the primary demon was Mephistopheles. Why he killed Dad, I don't know...But it's a start."

"That fucking scumbag," Hanson muttered, his eyes narrowed. It didn't take much to guess that Hanson had history with that particular demon. Emmie likely had heard about Detective Hanson some, the man most blamed for the apocalypse. He was the one who summoned Mephistopheles in the first place, who kicked off all of the events, who was blamed for all of the deaths. O.M.E.N. had been hunting him for months.

As Aloise, Sera, and Keenan came down the staircase, they'd be able to hear Andromeda, Hanson, and Emmie on the fifth floor--and vice versa. A moment later, Andromeda had opened the door, and recognizing the private investigator she hired, allowed them inside. "We found the son of a bitch," Andromeda told Sera, while Aloise frowned deeply as she spotted Hanson.

"We have some questions about the hotel for you," Aloise said, too used to taking charge, even though this was Seraphina's case.

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly

Boris waves Lilith off, looking like he's hardly listening to her. He's more preoccupied with wandering around his daughter's area, finding her possessions. He takes one of the tea cups and stares at it for a moment, before crushing it in his fists. "Who said anything about wanting the little slut back?" Boris said darkly, before his face brightened up and he descended into more laughter.

"I have several ideas!" Boris boasted, clapping his hands together. His face is in the most innocent and creepy of grins, a twisted smile that would frighten even the Devil to witness. "But you know what I hate? Plans. They're the most boring little things! It's so much fun to twist them, to poke them, and watch how the planners scramble to put things back together...Agent of Chaos, that's me~!"

He paused for a moment, picking up his daughter's journal again. A tear slid down his heavily make-up'ed face. "She loved graveyards," Boris said strangely, a hollow sound to his voice. It won't be clear to Lilith whether or not he is lying.

December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Fairfax seems to warm up instantly to Eudora, putting his goggles back on his head as he nods excitedly. "Yes, yes! She is a funny girl, I could imagine my Amiyra using that name," Fairfax explained, looking around the attic again as if he'd notice Folly in one of the corners. There was no one else there, though voices drifted up from the floors below in the hotel. He grimaces slightly when shaking Liam's hand, since the man hadn't introduced himself.

"Are you from the future as well, then?" Fairfax asked, looking more towards Eudora than Liam. "Amiyra's told me all about it...Though, I suppose she's run off again, hasn't she? The girl's hard to catch. Always running and climbing about. Though, she is an acrobat in your time, isn't she?" he mused, before glancing over towards the wardrobe. His eyes widened slightly, watching the way it shook, as if near bursting.

"That's new..." Fairfax murmured, instinctively stepping back. The wardrobe then burst open, with the sound of an inhuman scream. A moment later, it had snapped shut again, as if nothing had happened. The only difference, of course, was that they were once again missing the Prophet of the Lord. Fairfax looked uneasily over towards Eudora. "Is that normal?"

December 28th, 2016 - Location Unknown

Liam must be getting a bit used to be violently sucked up and thrown about by wardrobes at this point. He is a bit battered and bruised by the time he falls to the ground. When he looks behind him, there is no wardrobe in sight. The room is shrouded in darkness for the most part, with a solitary hooded figure locked in a cage. The cage is surrounded with salt and the bars are made of iron. Chains keep the cloaked figure in the cage, and the figure continues to scream for help.

It is the cloaked figure from his vision. "Prophet! Prophet!" the figure screams, with a near sense of relief. "Help me!"

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@Pundii@Nallore@Witch Cat@FantasyChic

Reminder that relations, skills, and clue updates are due by tomorrow.

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@Pundii You're consistently pushing counters up, So I'm going to pull a GM card and move Liam apart from Eudora in the next update. He'll be interacting with NPC's until you are no longer always posting on day 7. It isn't fair to the others to have to scramble to post because you hold up counters, and it makes me scramble to update.

🦄 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 chuckled slightly at Neema's joke, recognizing a certain truth there. Humanity may have many talents, but twisting the truth by accident, without the intention of doing so, was a talent that humanity has in spades. But to her, it seemed unlikely that the meaning of the words she had spoken were I like cat. It was no accident that she had felt compelled to speak a language that she did not understand and for it to match the tales that Neema's family had been passing down for ages. As insane and odd as it was, Nora believed the woman.

She flinched slightly as the rag was pressed against her wound, yet a moment later, the pain began to slip away. And to her benefit, there were no opiates included. The sexist and patriarchal doctor had nearly been entirely forgotten by her, with the events of that night finally having some explanation offered to them. For a woman who prided herself on dealing in only things that were true, the explanation of the more magical and mythical events was quite welcome.

Nodding at Neema, Nora felt compelled to hug the woman, but she allowed the distance to remain between them. She may have been branded and chosen by a god, but she was still a quiet and reserved individual by nature. She smiled slightly at the reassurance that she was safe, though to be truthful, she had not quite yet considered that. Though it would make sense--if she had been chosen to perform a task, there must be those who would aim to stop her. There would be no need for her services otherwise.

"I would like that," Nora replied quietly, after Neema had informed her that she would come in the morning with breakfast and that they could continue to speak. The Lady Munn had requested her presence tomorrow, yet she had not yet sent word with information regarding the time nor the place. It should not be so early in the day, however, Nora imagined--noon appeared to be far more likely.

She smiled again ever so slightly at Neema's parting words, whispering a word of thanks to the kind woman before Neema left, leaving the tray behind. She was rather hungry, but Nora's mind was more preoccupied with the information that Neema had shared with her. The branding on her finger had happened near the Nile--and it had happened to others as well. They had been chosen to guard a goddess, the very goddess whom the Lady Munn identified after initially seeing the brand.

Standing from her seat on the couch, Nora approached the window and looked out into Cairo, before then feeling incredibly foolish. "Why did you choose me, goddess?" Nora whispered, looking out into the night. Neema's words early did ring true for her--that she was chosen because she was capable of the task at hand, yet she knew not the task at hand.

But above all else, for perhaps the first time in Nora's life, she felt alive.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Teriny Inn

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Maeve didn't have much else to say about the parson's silly insistence on sleeping in a barn. If anything happened to the man, it wouldn't be on her conscience. Instead, she couldn't help but inhale the heavenly aroma of the stew. The sustenance on the ship had been appalling, to say the least. Her stomach growled appreciatively, and the soda bread and aged cheese only increased her appetite. She couldn't help but fondly eye the pint as well--she did bartending work and was awfully well acquainted with alcohol. In short, the meal was something akin to a dream to her.

"Thank ye, this looks gran'," Maeve complimented. Back home, her sister in law, Mary-Clare, did most of the cooking, but even she didn't make things that looked and smelled this amazing.

She hadn't begun to dig into the stew yet when Nigel offered up some pastries. The last time she had had sweets was a few weeks back. The bakers in the Brennan's territory in London had come short on their protection fees, and in order to make up the difference, they brought over various treats. Roisin had been ecstatically happy, her mouth full of sweets, and Maeve couldn't help but think of her daughter fondly in that moment.

Of course, the parson seemed to enjoy sweets just as much as her daughter did and Maeve couldn't help but be amused. The more time she spent in the parson's company, the more childish he became, and the more she enjoyed his company--for a protestant, that was. "I guess you've got a bit av a sweet tooth, parson. But pastries soun' swell t' me."

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@Pundii: On day 5, please get a post in ASAP (getting a bit tired of having to remind you each week)