@Nallore Missing something under Anything Else. And you have another combat skill slot open if you'd like to use it ^^
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@Pundii@Witch Cat: On day 5, folks.
As Carolina's blood hit the box, it glowed briefly for a moment with an X appearing on top. The blood then seemed to evaporate and vanish, the glowing with it, along with the X symbol. October tilted her head slightly, having been partially joking about the need for a blood sacrifice. She tapped her finger against her lip as she thought. The X had to have some meaning to it and October took a stick similar to Carolina, cutting open the tip of her own finger and allowing the blood to drop on the box.
She managed to tolerate the pain and she tilted her head, watching as the same event happened. The X appeared in common between the pair of them, and October almost regretted keeping that police officer from catching up to them. It would have been a nice point of comparison, to see if only the blood of those with gifts produced the X on the box. But regardless, the box remained shut, with nothing still allowing them to open it and grab the ring.
"This truly is remarkable," October mused. "X marks the spot, I suppose...Perhaps this is some sort of pirate treasure?" October suggested, chuckling a bit at the thought. Pirates so rarely ever did mark their treasure with an X. It was a bit of a fad, a story trope that normals quite enjoyed. Of course, October's head darted skywards, hearing the unique noise of a quinjet.
"...Curiouser and curiouser," October muttered, before glancing over towards Carolina as the jet descended in a clearing just fifty feet away from the girls.
Jack Hudson
Location: Building F (The Newnans' House) ---> Headed to Building 1 (Infirmary)
Jack wasn't initially sure as to whether or not to argue the point with Tatiana. While he knew logically that she could more than protect herself, he emotionally didn't want her anywhere near harm's way. He wanted to know that no matter what, Tatiana would be safe. Even the thought of losing her was too much. But if Tatiana wanted to come with him, he didn't think he'd be able to stop her. He nodded, agreeing to have her come with him, right when the radios kicked off.
"Thank god," Jack sighed. He wasn't a particularly religious person, especially with all that had happened in the world, but some sayings just stuck. The matter seemed to be under control and in the process of being dealt with. No other shots had been fired off. The world was a little less bleak than he feared, with the settlement (as far as Jack was aware) safe.
"Let's get you ovah to Froggy," Jack said, once Tatiana and Froggy finished off conversing over the radio. He was a good eight inches taller than Tatiana and she hardly weighed a thing, as far as he was concerned. Scooping her up and carrying her to the infirmary seemed like the easiest way to do things. With the cut on her foot, it wouldn't be good for her to walk on it until Froggy checked it out, anyways.
He rushed into the bedroom and grabbed his boots, careful not to step on any broken glass as he went through the kitchen. Shoving his shoes on, he hurried back into the living room and wrapped his arms securely around Tatiana, he picked her up bridal style, grinning goofily as he did so. The world felt a little brighter as he held her. "M'lady," Jack teased slightly, and started to head for the door and off to the infirmary.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment)
Beatrice heard the knock on her door and tensed slightly, picking up her knife. But when it was Amelia's voice, and not the garbled groan of a walker or some other intruder, she set the knife down and got up. Walking over to the door, she opened it for the ginger woman and quickly glanced her over, noticing that she was wearing the same dress she had on the night before.
"You and Riley. Nice," Beatrice said dryly, her own special greeting. She didn't feel a need to say whether or not she was alright, given that she wasn't bleeding and that she had managed to answer the door. Of course, she found it a bit odd that Riley wasn't standing with Amelia, and given that neither she or Amelia were leads, they didn't have radios on them. She didn't hear Ash's announcement.
"Are you okay, Amelia?" Beatrice asked, her face seemingly neutral, but the slightest bit of concern could be deduced by a slight furrowing of her eyebrows. "It doesn't seem like an attack. Not enough gunfire," Beatrice continued bluntly. Hiding in the room hardly felt warranted with each second that went by.
"Let's head to Newnan proper," Beatrice then suggested. "Get an idea of what happened."
Chloe Ridgeway
Location: Building B (Rejects House)
As Chloe peered outside, she could see a few people walking up and down Lagrange street. Riley, Ray, and Tiffany were all coming down from the Franklin portion of the settlement, and further down the street, she could barely make out Kris. If she squinted, she saw a few other figures moving around, but she couldn't identify them. They were too far out and it was way too early for her brain to be awake in her opinion.
By force of habit, Chloe quickly hid the knife on her person as she saw Riley come up to her, like she was back behind bars, Riley was a guard, and the knife was a shiv. Accepting her twin's hug, Chloe sighed a bit. Her sister may have been the Lead Trainer in Newnan and a morale officer, but she didn't get why Riley was so comfortable to just stroll down the street. But maybe she was just paranoid, she figured, as she gave her sister a hug back.
"Yeah, yeah, Dick's out somewhere and Irish is playing hero," Chloe said quickly. If she hadn't been a good three inches shorter than Riley, she would've tried to get a better look down the street, but she had no such luck. She couldn't see over Riley's head, and instead, she slipped out the door and closed it behind her.
Thankfully, Riley's radio crackled too life before Chloe could ask what was going on. She let out a bit of a sigh, wondering if Dick had been on the receiving end of Ash's shot. Someone must have died, as she didn't take the Commanding Officer of Newnan as one to waste a bullet. Biting her lip a bit, she hoped that Ryan wasn't about to do anything stupid and get himself killed. She didn't really look forward to a future where she was the only reject left in Newnan.
"Think Dick was on the receiving end of that shot?" Chloe asked her sister.
Ravi Chakrabarti
Location: Building 3D (Gavi's General Housing) ---> Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop)
Ravi nodded, wondering what qualified as breakfast around here. He couldn't help but hope that a strong cup of tea was involved. It was the proper way to start the day, after all. Of course, hearing that Gavin hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble just yet was a bit of a relief. It would've been more than disappointing for them to have found a place near paradise, only to have Gavin get the pair of them kicked out the next morning.
By the time they got to the scene of the crime, Ravi's eyes widened a bit. Gavin was embracing a woman, a corpse was on the ground, and the man with the hideous camouflage tuxedo from the night before was on his knees. He turned his head to make a comment to Liv, as if this was just another case they'd been sent to look into for the Seattle PD, and his mood fell as reality snapped back at him. Images of her death--of him killing his best friend--whizzed through his mind for a moment. He had never been able to come to terms with what happened that day.
Ravi watched the interaction between Gavin and the strange woman, seeing tears come out of the corner of his eyes. The way Gavin interacted around her, it was clear that they had history, the two of them. And he cringed mentally, noticing that the woman didn't seem to be acting the same way towards Gavin. He heard him begin to say Strawberry, and his heard broke for his best mate. This was her, then. Strawberry Wine. And it didn't seem like Strawberry Wine was still as sweet on him as he was on her.
It was like staring at a horrific car accident, as Gavin extended a hand to Ash and continued to speak about Strawberry Wine as if the pair were still together. Ravi couldn't look away from it, no matter how much he wanted to. Ravi's gut told him this wouldn't end well.
Location: Almack's
Bazhooli was perhaps as agile as he was charming, from what Virginia could perceive. The interested raise of his eyebrow, the low bow, the delicate kiss on the back of her hand, and the verbose declaration of her unique beauty all caught Virginia's attention. In many ways, Vladimir reminded her of a Crypt man--enchanting and skilled with knives. Taking his card, Virginia smiled kindly at him, her eyes scanning it before she placed it carefully inside of her reticule, in order to not lose it. Vladimir certainly was more welcome company than any member of the Ton that she had met that evening.
"You are far too kind, Great Bazhooli," Virginia replied. No man outside of her own family had ever given her quite so grand a compliment. Most of the Ton, when it came to commenting on her appearance, either prescribed a month in France near the water or informed a member of the clergy that they were certain she was a ryne. Even Vladimir's warm and mischievous grin kept a slight smile on Virginia's face, distracting her from her grief over dear Mosi.
Of course, it was not that Virginia fancied him--she more so found him decidedly pleasant and agreeable, an individual whose company was not irksome. She had sworn off suitors until her parents returned from their voyage at sea, though for her to be candid, she had no intention of ever entering courtship with any person. None of the men in London interested her and she was quite certain that no woman would risk social exile for her. She was in the closet, so to speak, for a quite good reason.
Virginia was almost disappointed to hear that there were no more soulless in Almack's that evening. Destroying more of those who had brought such great peril to dear Mosi would have been a welcome activity, yet she also supposed it was for the best. She had more friends to protect than just the one she had failed, after all. She listened as the Grand Duchess spoke to the Great Bazhooli in another tongue, appearing to try to ease the anger from the knife wielding man. But of course, she too felt someone's eyes boring into her back.
Turning around, Virginia stared back at the culprit, the man whose fingers seemed to be eager to draw a blade. She recalled the way he had snorted contemptuously at the Grand Duchess and could not help but find the man irritating, to say the very least. Who was he to act as if he knew better than the creature's owner? His harsh stare and narrowed eyes hardly helped his case.
She could not help but feel that this man was one of the reasons she never wished to entertain suitors. Turning around and fully intent on ignoring the man, she let out a slight sigh as she knew that it would be time to tend to Mosi shortly. But with the Grand Duchess announcing Mary as the interim Arch Graveolase, she smiled sadly, happy for her friend to have achieved such a position.
"I should perhaps go and fetch dear Mosi's corpse," Virginia said quietly. If there were no more threats to be found in Almack's, the least she could do for her fallen friend would be to ensure the safety of her mortal shell.
Location: Teriny Inn
Maeve had already disrobed and settled into the tub, closing her eyes for a moment as she took in the peaceful environment of the room. Little petals floated across the edge of the water, tickling her nose as the Irish woman attempted to stay absolutely still. At home, it was incredibly rare for her to get moments of peace like these. The gang always needed something and her daughter always needed something. Why, even the drunks at the bar were always demanding something. It sometimes surprised her that she didn't have a perpetual headache.
Of course, the illusion was shattered once more by both a sneeze on Maeve's part and another thud from downstairs. She chuckled a bit, imagining the parson flailing about the office and continually falling, always missing the bed he was attempting to climb ever so gracefully into. She couldn't help but snort as she imagined him as an elderly man, attempting to use a cane to aid with his walk. To be quite frank, she thought giving the parson a cane now, in his young age, would be an excellent move.
"Oh, fuddle," Maeve whispered to herself with a giggle, attempting to lace on a Scottish accent. It was such a ridiculous phrase and she found that it suited the parson quite well. Her mind was replaying some of his more ingenious trips and falls for a good ten minutes, and she had to wipe away a tear from her eye. It was too funny a subject to think on.
@Lady Amalthea I know. ._. It's usually not this bad for me but this year is killer. Tea honestly is the best remedy. Especially loose leaf tea... *swoons, is British-American*
@mnkee I feel like you're gonna hate me for this post.... *moves on to writing the bit for Maeve* :P
@rivaan @Nallore @Morose - So, I'll be seeing a post from the three of you each this evening. (It's only fair.)
Yup. ^^ I'm hoping to post after riv, so that way Bea and Amelia can start interacting. But I'll get a post prepped and ready to go once I finish Soulless and then make myself some more tea. (Head is all stuffed up, eyes itching - yay allergies!)
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