Morose

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

@Lady Amalthea Fixed the broken images, thank you so much! :)

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

@Lady Amalthea Could I fix the broken images in Nora's CS as well? (Just finished up her clue sheet, will edit it shortly)

🦄 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 might have expected swirling sand, an unknown tongue whispering words she could not fathom, the heat of the desert, and then the shining gold udjat upon her finger. She had been in Cairo for a year and a half, with that dream haunting her sleep and spiking in frequency just three nights ago. It became her only dream, but it did not repeat itself this time. If she had been lucid, it would have been quite a shock and a relief, but she never had been a lucid sleeper.

She found herself standing on the bank of the Nile, the water strangely hot and sticky. It reminded her of cough medicines. As she took a moment to look around, the sun scorching and her entire surroundings sweltering, she noticed two familiar faces: the journalist and the diva. She tilted her head ever so slightly, before gasping from an immense and unfortunately familiar pain. Nora screamed from the pain, her eyes wide as her clothing began to become heavy, as what she thought was water wetted it. But as she looked down at her dress, it was not water. Blood crept up her clothing and for some reason, she crouched and dipped her hands in the water, coming up with a swirling pool of red.

Nora attempted to run, but she was held in place. She was transfixed by some force she could not perceive or comprehend. The water began to rise, yet she still could not move. Not even when the water had reached her neck--it continued to rise, menacingly slowly. She had no huge fears of drowning, yet that did not mean her heart did not beat quickly with terror. The blood water overcame her mouth and she tilted her head back, desperately grabbing a final breath.

It then overcame her nose and she could smell the blood. The liquid, hot and sticky, submerged Nora. She tried to squint her eyes to keep the blood out, but they were wide with shock, and she could see the bubbles rising around her. The blood had begun to boil. Her chest felt like it was caving in as she held her breath, her head feeling lighter and lighter by the moment. She could not continue without breath much longer. As if in a final act of desperation, she screamed weakly, the breath gone from her. Nora attempted to breathe somehow, tasting the iron of the blood, and she tried all the same not to breathe.

There seemed to be no use, no hope. She felt herself slipping as she let go, as she ceased trying. This was how she was to die, then. Drowned in blood. She closed her eyes, not quite at peace with her fate, but powerless against it.

Then her eyes opened suddenly and she gasped, finding she could breathe. It was not air she was breathing, rather, she was breathing crimson. Looking above, she spotted the river of blood, the once-waters of the Nile. She then turned her attention to her new location. The journalist and the diva were there once more. She tilted her head again as she regarded them, before noticing the broken seal between them.

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Nora gasped, sitting upright in the bed. Spot, to his credit, did not seem to startle as easily as his mistress. He jumped up and licked Nora's face, as she merely stared forward in bewilderment. Glancing down at her finger, she saw the bandage and knew that the brand remained. It would forever be a part of her, a fact that she would need to accept. She had countless more questions, and as she glanced towards the window, Nora decided to pay another visit to the Nile that day.

If that was where all of this mysteriousness stared, perhaps there would be something else to discover...And even better yet, she was quite certain that Neema would have some notion of the meaning behind her dreams. She had not yet discussed them with the woman, but she now felt terrified to not confess everything to her. She knew nothing about this world she felt herself falling into, with reality slipping through her fingers like sand.

Dressing in a cool beige dress, Nora slipped on some socks and then her shoes, grabbing her red cloche hat and adding it on top. She bit her lip slightly, and sniffed her shoulders. Finding that the heat she envisioned in her dream had not quite caused a great deal of sweat, she relaxed slightly more, and left her bed for the sitting room, the room the door opened into. It was perhaps early to expect Neema, yet she doubted she could sleep much longer.

She dared not risk another dream.

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@Lady Amalthea Alright, cool. :) I'll be updating Nora's today or tomorrow, I think. (Been getting bored, friends are all still in school, thought this would be a good task to set myself at. ^^ )

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

@Lady Amalthea If I want to update Nora's clue sheet with clues I've spotted (and clue sheets in other RPs like Soulless or DTB), should I tag you first to request permission to edit it?

X-Men: Darkness Rising

I'm down, of course. :) Will be bringing in Starkette and someone else. Not sure who yet.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Almack's

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Having defeated the Hraew, Virginia's next course of action would have been to examine the area for any further threats. But before she could properly observe the area, her eyes fell upon dear Mosi. The Hraew may have been killed, but that did not remove the effects of its feeding. The entire world around her seemed not to exist anymore, as she looked down at her fallen friend. A moment prior, she had been on the rampage, fearless and fierce in battle.

But then she collapsed to the floor, choking back tears but it was useless. Her body shook like a heathen who had finally seen the light, yet rather than being overcome with the spirit, Virginia was overcome with woe. The sobs were seemingly never ending, the completely natural human reaction that hardly anyone would expect to grace the face of a Crypt. It would perhaps be the most unnerving thing that Virginia had ever done. She could hardly speak, as between the shaking and the crying she was fortunate to be able to draw breath, as short and broken as it was. Her eyes appeared bloodshot. She mumbled some incoherent words and smiled broadly at Mosi, before finding herself caught in the tears once more, as helpless to prevent them as a ship caught in a storm that it could not beat.

Slowly, from the distance, a sound grew louder. It was a tittering, rustling sound, dotted briefly by unclear words spoken in powerful, mellifluous tones. As the source of the noise approached, light footfalls accompanied the growing cacophony, tapping rhythmically, giving a rough and foreboding cadence. A single sparrow hopped into the smoky room through the crack that the slightly ajar door provided. It hopped once more, fluttered its wings, and chirped quietly, audible over the growing din farther behind it. The sparrow; simultaneously a symbol of God's love and a messenger of death - a collector of souls, guide to the hereafter. It was quickly joined by another. Then another. Within seconds, a horde of the tiny songbirds were pushing their way into the room, steadily opening the door in their rush forward. The growing sound of footfall, voice, and rustling reached an apex, for the first time revealing with clarity the words being spoken. It was a prayer.

The door to the Musician's Gallery was ripped from its hinges, giving way to the combined onslaught of avian and Catholic might. It clattered upon the floor to the righteous incantation of "...but deliver us from Evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever." The smartly postured form of Mary Ignatia Hale stepped through the doorway, hundreds of sparrows flooding in around her. Light glinted from the blessed steel of her halberd and illuminated her fiery red hair, giving the appearance of a blood-tinted halo. The steadfast Dame strode confidently into the smoke-darkened room, voice hammering a single word into the air with the finality of a coffin nail: "...Amen."

Virginia's gaze was torn away from her fallen friend's corpse as dozens of sparrows flew into the room. Although she was still crying, she had regained enough control of herself to recognize her surroundings and to see her good friend, Mary Hale, enter the room. Had she been in a better mood, she perhaps would have clapped for an entrance such as that, and remarked that if Mary truly wanted to convert more to Catholicism, those entrances would be enough to persuade a crowd. Instead, tears continued to mar her face, as she regarded Mary, curious as to the birds but still grieving for the loss of Mosi. The breakdown may have faltered, but she still felt entirely morose.

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@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. Just wanted to double check. I'll get working on him though. :)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@BlueSky44 Awesome. Go ahead and have Thalia enter where Lilith is.

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

@Lady Amalthea I've got an idea for a secondary character, wanted to ask what positions/occupations are available