Morose

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7) ----> General Housing (Building 3D)

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Ravi ate his food as politely as he could while listening to the others. He couldn't help but agree with Gavin--sure, they may have been starving, but that didn't mean James and the domestic staff's cooking wasn't heavenly. It made sense that this was a special occasion for a wedding--hell, Ravi couldn't imagine anyone having the resources to eat like this all of the time. It was stunning, to be frank, that they were able to pull off a wedding feast.

"My cooking skills are lacking," Ravi replied to Gavin as he was elbowed, rolling his eyes a bit but chuckling. "I am quite proficient at following the directions on the back of microwavable dishes, but not much more." And of course, even that talent was not much use anymore. Microwaves were hardly standard apocalypse equipment.

Ravi nodded his thanks at James, swallowing another piece of ambrosia-like goodness. "Goodnight, chap," he replied, along with the others who bade goodnight to the redneck. He tried his best not to be too slobbish as he continued to eat, following Miss Sally along with Gavin. The prospect of a bed to sleep in was amazing enough, and it was a nice bonus that his best friend wouldn't be too far away. It made sleeping in a place filled with strangers a little bit easier. He shouldered his pack as well, once again taken away by the generosity of the people in Newnan.

When they finally made it to the general housing and Miss Sally took them into the room, Ravi felt like a bit of a broken record. "Thank you so much," he said earnestly, as the elderly woman turned on the heat. He didn't mind that security was posted outside, as it made sense to him. This community had welcomed in strangers with open arms, but with everything they had, a security detail was a logical move.

He waved goodbye to Miss Sally as she stepped out, before practically following suit with Gavin and flopping down on the other bed. Finishing his food, he shook his head ever so often, seeing the look of bliss on his friend's face. While he knew that the ultimate goal was to get justice for the woman in Peachtree City, Ravi couldn't help but feel like he could get used to life in Newnan. By the time Ravi had finished his food, he glanced over and saw his friend passed out on the bed, his boots still on.

"Brilliant, mate," Ravi chuckled, sliding off of his bed and on over to Gavin's. He unlaced the man's boots and tugged them off as delicately as he could, before placing them on the ground next to the bed. He didn't feel like Gavin getting dirt from his boots all over the sheets would leave a good impression. But having gotten his mate all settled, Ravi then went back over to his own bed, kicked off his shoes, and then crawled under the covers. It was so soft, he felt he'd never want to leave. Hardly a minute passed before the former medical examiner was fast asleep, snoring softly.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Beatrice's Apartment (Franklin Addition Building C3)

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Beatrice took careful bite after careful bite of cake, enjoying the blissful and peaceful surroundings of solitude. She had spent most of her life alone and it was comforting to her. Her only real family had come on later in her teenage years, and by then, most of her habits had been formed already. She found her bliss when she was by herself, when no one was there to demand things of her or to distract her. It was odd, but she found even the busiest city streets to be a nice spot, with the sound of the world coming in just as white noise.

By the time she finished her piece of cake, she already felt incredibly tired. She set aside the dish carefully and slid under the covers, taking another moment to close her eyes and to just breathe. Unlike Chloe over in the Rejects R Us Housing, who was currently suffering from a nightmare involving a drive-by shooter, Beatrice was entirely calm. The irritation from the romantic events of the day slipped away as she rested her head on the pillow, and slowly, like a feather gliding down, fell into a deep and restful sleep.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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World News Now, formerly anchored by the missing Amelia Pilkvist, continues to serve as one of the dominant news sources in America. Steven Isaak, a formerly retired news anchor at the age of 67, generously stepped in to fill the vacancy. While there were plans to replace him, no one seems to want the job, claiming that Ms. Pilkvist was abducted by a government agency for knowing too much.

"Good afternoon', folks," Isaak greeted gruffly, shuffling the papers in front of him. While Altsoba enjoyed loads of media coverage, with all of the horrific events that happened--rivaling those in New York in 2014--Coventry did not have that much attention. Serial killers don't always warrant ratings, after all. "This mornin', Rupert Cornish, MP, Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs arrived in Washington."

Isaak made a face at the camera, as if trying to understand why anyone cared about some old Tory. "While he's here on a diplomatic trip, there are talks of him soon appointing a new chief of the Secret Intelligence Service. We can only hope that this godforsaken man doesn't screw up."

There was a silence, before Isaak flipped his finger at the camera. "That's it. I'm Steve Isaak, folks, and farewell! May God have mercy on your yuppie souls."

It was not long until the emission faded to black, and somewhere, in a recording room, Steve Isaak was quickly and carefully fired.

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor

Aloise nodded. She imagined that Sera must have had a designated guardian for Emmie, just in case something happened to her. Private investigations could go the wrong way sometimes, and with O.M.E.N. killing anyone that wasn't normal without remorse, there was always a risk. But even if Sera didn't leave behind a will, Aloise figured that she wouldn't want Emmie to go back to an orphanage or live on the streets either.

"Did Sera have a guardian picked out for you, just in case?" Aloise asked. "If not, don't worry about it...Liam and I always have room for one more." It would probably be the safest thing for her, anyways. Protected by two hunters. And the girl would likely know how to hunt by the time this was all over.

"Yeah, I'll go and get some of her things," Aloise nodded, rubbing Emmie's back comfortingly, before stepping inside. A few moments later she returned, holding Sera's possessions. "We'll keep these safe for you--and give her a hunter's funeral."

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Storage Tent

Fairfax looked at Eudora sheepishly, before shaking his head. Although he could guess that they were in the circus, as nowhere else in Coventry had tents and photographs of people in circus gear, he didn't know a way out. "Nope. Can't say I've ever been, only went to the circus once or twice...Amiyra brought me once, she took to the place rather well," Fairfax mused. "Gypsy folk are like that, I s'pose, close knit bunch, keeping the family together, even if there's a large generational gap with one being from the future and all."

As Eudora searches through Fiodora's possessions, some of it is rather par for the course. There are costumes and gowns, books and photographs, necklaces and earrings. There is a deck of playing cards with a bullet hole through the middle, with the edges of the hole frayed, as if the cards were still used. A delicate set of throwing knives are put to one side.

However, the most interesting item that Eudora will find is not strictly one of Fiodora's per se. Our resident witch's eyes will fall upon a dusty old book, sitting on top of a pile of crates. There are two thumbprints on the cover, as if someone had disturbed it not too recently, but had not bothered to clean off the layer of dust that had accumulated.

Amari Parranitch is written on the cover, the words practically faint. The book appears to be at least over a century old.

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, the Grounds

Strong couldn't help but feel like the two mildly self-centered women in front of him were losing their patience with him. While this might have angered some, Strong instead felt a little sad. He knew that he wasn't the smartest person around, but he always figured what he lacked in brains he made up for in character. And, of course, muscles. He was easily the strongest person in the circus, physically speaking.

"The museum? It's in the historical district," Strong chimed in. And then realizing that his sudden stroke of "genius" might have drawn attention, he quickly offered an explanation. "Took my grandkids there a few months ago when they visited."

December 28th, 2016 - Location Unknown

As Liam fumbles about with the stapler, no miracle appears to come. The chains remain as firm as ever, the hooded figure continues to writhe about in pain, and the bespectacled man grins at him all the while. The man snaps his fingers and the stapler flies away, landing in his hand. He gives a look at Liam, as if to say is that really the best you can do? before tucking the stapler away into a pocket.

"That's a bit rude...and underwhelming," the geek sighs, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. He then snapped his fingers again, and Liam found himself flung against the wall. His head pounds a bit from the impact, but he doesn't stumble. He can't, really, as chains snake their way around him and hold him in tight. The man looks positively delighted, seeing a job well done.

"You want me to monologue now, don't you?" the man chuckled. "I was saving it for tonight, along with the grand reveal...But Mal over here, she's heard it all already. Might bore her a bit--though that's the least of her concerns, is it? Did she tell you what she is, Prophet? How she fetches souls and takes them to the beyond? If you've ever lost anyone...Well, blame her."

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Lol I understand that

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore
1. They're gonna be a good team ^^
2. Do you wanna run the SHIELD team in this RP?

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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October Crypt

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina Reed
Location: Saranac Lake

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October felt relieved to hear her friend's voice and followed Carolina as quickly as she could, the fire in her hand extinguished as to hopefully not attract attention. She dashed inside the house, softly closing the door behind them, but a creak from the hinges couldn't be avoided. The officer froze, shining a flashlight on the door, as he frowned and then glanced over at his radio.

"This is Officer Vichi, gonna go check out the Royer House, think I heard something," the officer said gruffly into the radio. He then pulled his gun out from his holster and began to approach the old abandoned home.

October, meanwhile, had followed her friend over to the fireplace. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the runic inscriptions, running her hands over the box. She had seen similar symbols before, but on the pages of a book. The only problem was, of course, the girl had read countless of books at her uncle's home. She had read countless bits and pieces of lore. She couldn't remember or identify the meanings of the box, nor the ring inside of it.

"Curious..." October murmured, before engulfing the box with flames. The flames in her hand turned blue and then white, as she increased the heat and the power, but it did nothing. The box and the ring were unmarred, as if nothing at all had come to pass. "I do not know these markings," she then whispered, hearing the door to the home swing open as the officer entered. "But this is very strange..." October stared at the box, frowning deeply.

"I think we should keep this."

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore

1. Yay! Starkette'll have a friend!

2. Then if she's SHIELD, what do you think about that ring being an 0-8-4? We could have SHIELD swoop in to get it at some point, before or after our girls grab it. Either works with me. Also the possibility of SHIELD finding out about the purpose of the Institute, since the kids are causing a big old mess and that'll definitely get on the radar.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Ah cool. ^^ Are you planning on making her a SHIELD agent or someone with powers? Because if she's SHIELD, I feel like we could bring SHIELD into this RP super easily. Since OMEN hasn't been established yet, this stuff would fall under SHIELD jurisdiction.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore Got a question for you: is Cassandra working for SHIELD or the Stargate Atlantis thing in this universe? :P Because if it's SHIELD, we could have some fun.

🦄 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's eyes darted upwards as she heard the knock on the door. The knock was followed by another a moment later, and while Nora was expecting Neema's return, she felt a soft bit of paranoia. Perhaps it was the doctor from the night before, returned to berate her and to place her into confinement for delusional behavior. Perhaps it was her father, here to accomplish the same task, for the doctor had maybe informed him that night. She took in a deep breath and opened the door a crack, before smiling as she saw it was Neema. Her fears dissipated.

She opened the door all of the way and stepped aside, as to allow Neema to enter her set of rooms. The tray the woman was carrying had breakfast and tea, a British staple, as well as a letter. While she could not help but be curious as to the letter, and wonder if it was the summons from Lady Munn, she had more pressing questions all the same. She could not but hope that Neema would have some answers for the strange dreams that had befallen her. The three prior nights she had had the same dream with a haunting intensity--and suddenly, the night after the brand, the dream changed entirely. She knew no mathematical formula to explain.

"Thank you for coming," Nora said, in her usual soft and quiet voice. "I am indebted to you, Neema, and I must ask that you have breakfast with me." She paused a bit, pondering whether or not to mention the dreams yet, but she figured that honesty would be the best. The truth had always been her guide. "I must confess, I have some dreams that I would like to discuss with you, for I do not quite understanding their meaning or their purpose...if that would be quite alright."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Witch Cat@FantasyChic: On day 4 for both of you, but once you two post, I'll update.