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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. ^_^ Edit made, m'lady.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Oh dear. Ravi'd be pissed at me for forgetting that. And my mom. And grandpa. ^^; Permission to edit?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

I'll get a post up once the update has been posted.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop) ---> Building F (The Newnans' House)

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Jack felt a bit of tension leave his shoulders that he wasn't aware had been there. He had subconsciously been holding his breath for Ash's reaction to Tatiana's requests. While Jack agreed with his wife, he also knew that Ash was the man in charge and he had had her shovel pig shit before. He couldn't have been certain that Tatiana requesting interviews with James and counseling with everyone else would turn out well, given the position it put Ash in. But fortunately, from the way the anger melted away from Tatiana's face, everything seemed to be turning out fine...as fine as it could be.

He smiled a bit as she hopped over to him, already starting to hold out a hand to steady her when she told him to go get dressed. And before he could argue that he'd get dressed when she had her foot looked at, Froggy swooped in and agreed with her. He let out a bit of a sigh before holding up his hands, showing that he wasn't going to protest. "Fine, fine, fine, you win," Jack said, a half hearted chuckle at the end of his words. He watched Froggy and Tatiana leave together, before walking home himself.

Jemma for a girl, James for a boy? Jack pondered briefly for a moment as he entered the home. After being saddled with one of the most awful names on the planet - Charles Hudson - it made some sense for him to ponder his future kid's name at length. It was a good distraction from thinking of all of the deaths that had happened. His friends who had perished or were about to be exiled wasn't the most happy of things to think on. He couldn't help but feel especially awful for Bryn. She had died by accident, killed by a friend, killed by someone she trusted.

Getting himself dressed, Jack looked wearily out the window when he finished.

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Beatrice Decker

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

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"A walker wouldn't have been able to get in," Beatrice said frankly, opening the door so that way she and Amelia could leave. "Any walker within Newnan is likely to be one of us." There wasn't a chill or anything to her words, but she wasn't being especially kind either. She said what she believed and nothing more. The likelihood that a walker could get through the walls without anyone on the wall noticing was slim. But with Newnan's diverse population, anyone could pass away and reawaken as a new threat to the settlement.

At Riley's news, Beatrice for once had to fight to keep a bit of a composure. She could count the people she could consider friends in Newnan on one hand, with room to lose two fingers, even. James, Ryan, and Tiffany--those were her friends in Newnan. She may have had a one night stand with Richard, but it had meant nothing to her. The news of his murder didn't phase her--but the possibility that one of her three friends had been killed...That was the law in Newnan, after all. Capital punishment for a capital crime.

"Thank you for letting us know," Beatrice said bluntly. As much as she wanted Riley to answer Amelia's half formed question, she doubted that the answer would be a welcome one. There was no reason to expect that Ash had done anything but carry out the letter of the law in Newnan. There was no other reason for a shot to be fired by the captain of the settlement. If James hadn't died, then in Beatrice's mind, it would be favoritism. And that never ended well.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Building B (Rejects House)

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Chloe nodded at her twin, though she opted to stay behind rather than go break the news to Amelia and Beatrice. The snow might have melted some, but it was still freezing, and she didn't look forward to the idea of running out to Riley's place and back in just her pajamas. Besides, she herself wanted some time to process what had happened. Dick had been something like a friend to her, after all. As she headed into the house and shut the door behind her, her eyes watered slightly.

It was strange to think that only she and Ryan lived in this house now. She knew that Zoie, Dick's lost love, used to live in the house. And now, now it was practically a one-stop shop for ex-cons. Part of her hoped that another convict would find their way to Newnan shortly. Dick had been a good buffer for whenever she didn't want to deal with Ryan's obsession with her. There were times when even Chloe didn't want to hear his flattery and get random gifts. But with Dick gone, it'd just be the two of them in this house.

Of course, she doubted Captain Tight Ass would care. They were a potential threat to the community after all. She pinched the bridge of her nose and headed to her room, closing the door behind her. Part of her wanted to crawl back to bed and sleep for another hour, feeling already drained from the events of the day. But that wasn't an option. She'd be expected at medical after breakfast, and if Froggy had nothing for her, she'd then need to go report to Sid at the medical garden. And of course, Riley might need a shoulder to cry on.

She changed out of her pajamas and got dressed quickly, wrapping her flannel snuggly around her as always. She laced up her boots and ran her fingers through her hair, doing her best to work out any tangles without having to use a comb. It wasn't the greatest job, but her hair looked neat enough and she left her room, heading out of the Rejects House and going towards the mess hall to meet Riley for breakfast.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop)

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Ravi let out a bit of a sigh. He had tried to pull Gavin away from Commander Martin and the others. While his stated reason had been that they would get in the way, his true purpose had been to explain to his friend in private to be prepared for the worse. But the Texas Ranger looked like and was acting like a love sick dog, as far as Ravi was concerned. Getting him to head over to the mess hall for some breakfast and a private conversation didn't seem possible.

"Gavin, it's good that you're going to apologize to her, mate," Ravi began, putting his hands in his pockets. "But you have to remember--you left her. And this wasn't last week or something, it was years ago. There's a good chance that's she's moved on with her life--that she might not still feel the way she did years ago." It was blunt, but Ravi would've kicked himself if he hadn't said something. Distance may make the heart grow fonder and Gavin may be hopelessly in love with Commander Martin still, but that didn't mean the feelings were returned. Life was so rarely that neat and tidy.

Then, of course, Ravi couldn't help but feel frustrated with Gavin's insistence to risk his life. One man--hell, even two--wouldn't be enough to take down an entire group of people. No one had the sort of supplies needed to waste and odds were, someone would get hurt. Gavin's intentions were noble, but Ravi saw them as overwhelmingly reckless. "You're going to get yourself killed," Ravi pointed out. He had already lost everyone he knew. As far as he was aware, Major and Clive were long dead, joining the ranks of walkers shambling across the land. His true love, a feisty woman named Peyton, was either dead or long gone, having made her own way in the world.

"And you'll need more help than just 'old Smokey'," Ravi continued, taking his hands out of his pockets. "So I'll be coming with you and you won't be able to convince me otherwise. You're not the only stubborn bastard in this friendship, you know."

He got a whiff of the smoke as Miss Sally came over to them, before tossing the thing in the snow. He almost drooled at the thought of tea and hobnobs, with it having been ages since he had a proper tea. The last time, as far as he could recall, was when he was dating a girl who was a little obsessed with the United Kingdom and all. It had been something of a fetish for her, but he didn't complain when it came to a strong cup of tea.

"That sounds brilliant," Ravi replied earnestly. "Gavin's never had a good cup of tea in his life, you know. Could use some cultural education and such."

🦄 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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As Neema instructed Nora to look for the inscription, Nora's eyes widened slightly. She knew very little of Egyptian mythology, her knowledge consisting almost entirely of what Lady Munn and Neema had taught her in the past twenty four hours. But yet, her mind flickered back to the inscription burned onto Lady Munn's necklace, the inscription burned onto others' pieces of jewelry. Could the Bastet be a group of people, rather than a single individual? Was she supposed to protect Lady Munn and the others?

A silence fell in the room as Nora took her first sip of her tea. The heat of it scorched her tongue slightly, but at least it was a pain she understood. She could see and observe for herself the cause and its effect. Her eyes locked with Neema and a slight shudder came over her body. The prospect that she, Nora, had such hidden strength...never before had any other individual considered it.

Looking at Neema as the woman knelt before her and took her hands, Nora slowly gripped Neema's hands in turn. She never had put faith in faith before, believing in things that she herself could understand and explain. A certain sadness descended on herself, feeling for a moment as if Neema had discovered Nora's biggest secret. It wasn't that she didn't care for society and its customs, it was that she never put any faith in them. Her entire life, she had only put faith in herself, as no one else would.

"I would quite like that, Neema," Nora replied, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. "But only if it is something you yourself would want to do."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Witch Cat: Day 5, hun

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

@Lady Amalthea I'll get a post up after breakfast ^^

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Dark Light@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 1:00 PM Local Time

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@FantasyChic -

Millicent's belongings have been sent onto her room at the Faithful Bride. It's one of the more popular taverns in Tortuga, but it is hardly any exception to the general awfulness of the island. Its constructed from timbers taken from wrecked ships and the roof leaks. There's a general smell of marine life (read: fish) to it, but it's a step up from sleeping in the jungle of the island. It isn't a great distance from the docks if she wishes to see to her rooms instantly, but there are other sights to see in Tortuga, and surely her possessions will be safe.

@Dark Light -

The Bellona isn't the only ship looking for a few hands, of course, and a few men come by, eyeing the slaves for purchase. There's a bit of a pattern going on, where the men will come by and take a look, act like they aren't interested, leave, and return just a few minutes later with another person. There's some muttering and grunting, and a few of the men even come up to Jon and the others, poking and pinching to get an idea for the muscle. Seems Jon's "employers" had forgotten to lather them up with oil, in order to make the muscles a bit shinier, as no one seems to be buying. Whether that is good or bad is yet to be seen, of course...

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Harlianne James

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Location: Main Deck of the Bellona - Port of Tortuga Docks

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Harlianne chuckled to herself, shaking her head. Despite Sirena and Anna both having encounters with the mysterious Édouard Riviere, Harlianne had never bumped into him. She had a knack for just missing the man, leaving or arriving with an almost divine like timing. On some levels, she couldn't help but be disappointed. While Sirena and Anna could go on and on about the man, all she knew of him were the tales. She was curious to see if the man was the legend he was made out to be.

"An all female crew...That'd be a sight," Harlianne murmured to herself, leaning up against a post. She could see the other ships at the dock, a few of them displaying their wares--both goods and people. She never liked the business of slavery, figuring that if someone was going to serve on a crew, they ought to want to do it. Anything else seemed stupid and moronic to her, practically asking for a mutiny. She whistled slightly to herself, liking the idea of an all female crew the more she thought of it. In her experience, women tended to be the fiercest fighters and the best mates to have.

Holding up her flask of rum, Harlianne gave a silent toast to Blackbeard, one of the finest role models for piracy there ever was. Calico Jack may have been her captain, but she had no illusions about him. He wasn't any better than the rest of them and he didn't always keep to the code. To Harlianne, that was the duty of every captain--to keep to the code.

It'd be a bit until Sirena and Anna returned, she figured, giving her plenty of time to work out a heading. She headed over to the Captain's Quarters and took out her map, journal, and compass. Returning to the main deck of the ship, as she hardly felt like letting her stolen vessel be stolen from her, she set herself at work for setting their heading. The Devil's Triangle--that much was obvious. But the precise route that they should take from Tortuga would be paramount to figuring how much supplies they'd need.

"Seems a bit o' barney rubble for a wee ole flask," Harlianne muttered to herself as she worked, but her eyes were lit up. There was an honest smile on her face as she felt the sun beat down on her, her nose inhaling the mixture of the smells of port and the smells of the sea. She was always happiest at the start of an adventure.

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Aravis Zacharia

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Location: Outside the King's Arm - Port of Tortuga

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"You're late," Aravis said stiffly, but her stern expression melted into a smile. She didn't pay much attention to the smuggler woman standing outside of the tavern, merely noting her presence and ensuring that she stood in such a manner that the woman couldn't rob her. Aravis looked her friend up and down, checking Elissa for any new injuries. People tended to return from lengthy travels with pirates missing a few more limbs than when they left, so she couldn't help but be pleased to see her friend was all in one piece.

"Now, you must tell me your tales," Aravis insisted, brushing her braid behind her back. "I'm sure you've had plenty of excitement since I saw you last--and you know our deal. I'll hold up my end of the bargain if you hold up yours." It was a bit of tradition with them. Aravis would either purchase or steal them some drinks, provided that Elissa entertained her with tales of sea. There was hardly anything that she loved more than stories.

Inside the King's Arm, the people had arranged themselves into a bit of a chorus line. They were spouting off various sea shanties at the top of their lungs, with mugs of beer and rum and so forth smashing into the ground, walls, people...Even a goat and two pigs were involved in the mess, running around and narrowly dodging the various weapons the drunks were using. A few women of the night were moving around looking for clients and in the back, a group of five veteran seafarers were in the midst of a rousing round of cards.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 5
@Witch Cat: Day 4, nearing day 5

Strange New Waters - Concluded

I'll be updating here either tonight or tomorrow. ^^ The Twelve Daggers won't be updated for, since that's in the process of a collab with mnkee.