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The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

I'll get a post up tomorrow, after I update Coventry. ^_^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Witch Cat@Nallore

So I'm going to be updating in the morning. I've just finished replies to RP's that I was holding up slightly and I just don't have the energy to write a Coventry post that'll do justice to everyone's characters. Since this mostly impacts Nal's counter, her counter will be given an extension of an extra day to compensate.

So that way you all know why this is happening - I'm currently in the south, helping my uncle with his mother's estate. Her funeral was today and took up almost all of my time, and the burial is next week. I'll be here for two weeks. So far, things have been very hectic--we're taking this day by day, so it is possible that my time will free up...but this situation may continue for a bit.

Thank you all for your patience. <3

🦄 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 nodded at Neema's instructions, feeling as if she had been adopted by the woman as a granddaughter or daughter. She already felt she had more kinship with Neema than she ever could with her own parents. Her father wouldn't be cross, after all, that she had not shown up to assist him, as long as he could imagine that she had met some young member of British upper society that she may one day marry. She was the damaged goods in the family, after all. Finding a match for Nora, as her father was fond of proclaiming, would be a nearly impossible task.

She reread the letter from Lady Munn, before taking a piece of paper and a writing instrument. She hesitated for a moment with how to word the letter, noting the use from Lady Munn of her courtesy title. It was a courtesy she wanted very little to do with. Nora had not done anything to merit it, and for her to be honest, she found no use in it. It held no meaning to it that she found to be important. For a moment she chuckled to herself, imagining what it would be like to disappear in Egypt and never return to England, to use a false name and finally avoid that moniker of Lady once and for all.

Dear Lady Munn,

I would be honored to meet with you in your office at noon. I must confess, I have found some theories and information that may shed some light on these curious happenings, yet they are most unusual. I have made the acquaintance of a former archaeological assistant, a kind and trustworthy woman who journeyed to several digs. I look forward to continuing our work.

Sincerely,

Nora paused. Truthfully, she wanted to sign her name as Miss Kingston, yet it was not the most proper of practices. Signing with the courtesy title was the expected behavior, but Neema's words came back to Nora. It was perhaps not the intended circumstance for Neema's advice, but Nora finished the letter, signing her name as

Miss Nora Kingston

She smiled down at the letter, before folding it neatly and addressing it. She had already dressed for the day, so it was no great bother for her to head down the stairs and ask for the clerk to have the letter sent to the Lady Munn.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building F (The Newnans' House)

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Jack tore himself away from the window, tapping his fingers absentmindedly against his leg. In some ways, the entire situation reminded him of his days with the police. Vigilantes were incredibly rare, but he had heard stories about encountering them from other officers, mostly those who worked homicides. They had the best of intentions, but that didn't excuse them from the law. And neither should James be excused. The moment anyone was above the law in Newnan, the town would fall apart.

He was grimacing as he left the bedroom, a piece of glass crunching underneath his boot in the kitchen. He had almost entirely forgotten about the shattered glass, while somehow simultaneously remembering Tatiana's injury. His mind was focused and scatterbrained, all at once. And while he knew Tatiana didn't want him to bend over backwards for her, she wasn't here to stop him from doing it. Stepping over the rest of the glass, Jack grabbed a broom and dustbin, working on sweeping up the glass on the floor.

There was something strangely musical about the soft noise of glass sliding across the floor. It brought an odd smile to his face, enjoying something that was so normal. Most people alive in the world today, he figured, didn't have time to be worried about a little glass on the floor. Hell, the first day he was in Newnan, his hand had been cut and bleeding because of glass. It didn't take too long until the glass had been swept up, but there was still little bits of blood on the floor. While he was tempted to just clean it up with water, he knew there were more sanitary options--options that would keep the house safer and cleaner for Tatiana and their baby.

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Beatrice Decker

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

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Beatrice watched Riley pull Amelia into the hug, but she didn't process the scene in front of her. All she focused on were Riley's words, her news that James was not dead. He was simply going to be exiled, a belated death sentence in itself. The smallest frown, hardly noticeable, formed on her face. The laws in Newnan demanded execution. Ashton should have put the bullet in James' brain. Instead, he had decided to let the walkers do it for him. She wasn't certain as to whether or not to find that merciful.

She returned Riley's nod, a bit surprised that the woman wasn't shouting at her. She never got along too well with the Ridgeway Twins, despite only disliking the ginger sister. And despite Riley saying they should all head to the Mess Hall, Beatrice got the sense she wasn't included in the invitation. It didn't bother her too much. The three of them weren't friends. She stayed relatively silent as Meghna came, asking for Amelia to help spread the news after breakfast. Amelia's reply was quiet, but Beatrice hadn't expected anything else. The girl seemed painfully shy.

Once Riley and Amelia had left, after another nauseating kiss, Beatrice shut the door and took a moment to herself. She had been correct, it seemed, in the invitation not applying to her after all. She wasn't about to leave Newnan just because James had been exiled. Everything she had done had been in order to survive--leaving Newnan, at least at this moment, wouldn't help that. Unless someone else was murdered, she'd stay. Biting her lip slightly, Beatrice glanced around the room, before going through her belongings until she found her compass.

There was an hour until James would leave Newnan. She didn't want to give him something useless, something that would only slow him down. Sentiment wasn't worth much these days, even as it drove her actions. A compass, however, she figured could be worthwhile. And if he didn't want it, it'd be no skin off her back. She wasn't certain how much use for it he would have.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall)

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"I'm fine," Chloe replied, squeezing Riley's hand a bit, though the tone of her voice was stiff. Amelia's sad smile towards her made Chloe feel slightly uncomfortable, purely because she hardly knew her. Smiles could show several different emotions, and Chloe didn't want Amelia to pity her. There was no reason for her to pity her, she reassured herself, but she couldn't help but feel a bit raw and insecure all the same. Amelia was just sad because everyone was sad.

"Kris's over there," Chloe pointed out, nodding towards the young woman. She saw Niesha head out of the Mess Hall, likely towards the infirmary. She sighed slightly, already feeling frustrated with work later that day. Froggy wouldn't let her in the infirmary without his consent, making her work situation feel ridiculous, awkward, and awful all at once. It was like her past failures were thrown in her face each time she reported for duty. "Let's go sit with her," Chloe added. She normally ate with Kris, after all. It was just like high school--regular lunch buddies. Of course, they didn't talk outside of lunch all too much. In many ways, their relationship felt artificial, existing purely because of Kris' closeness with Riley.

Chloe fixed herself a plate of food, chuckling slightly to herself as she glanced down at the tray. She turned her head to tell Ryan about a slight memory that had surfaced, one of the few successful murders she could remember from minimum security, but he wasn't there. She let out a slight sigh. Telling that story to anyone else in Newnan, she was certain, would only serve to reinforce the idea of who she was that they created, the idea that Chloe wanted to distance herself from if possible. She then took her tray over to Kristina's table and took a seat.

"You alright, kiddo?" Chloe asked, knowing that Kris and James had been close.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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

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While Ravi did feel frustrated with Gavin's answer, he was satisfied at the same time. At least the man wasn't blindly attempting to rekindle a relationship with Commander Martin, with Gavin having admitted that he had no idea how she felt and that she wasn't one to show emotions. The impending tragedy of emotional pain didn't seem so dire, now that he was assured that Gavin wasn't being naive. But at the same time, Ravi doubted that Commander Martin would ever need his protection. He might have been a sexy British doctor, but he didn't have any sort of qualifications for protecting a high ranking officer of the American military.

The comment about Ravi just getting in the way smarted a bit, but Gavin was right. The only person Ravi had ever killed had been his best friend, Liv. He still hadn't been able to come to peace with that fact, even though she had been turned. There had been moments over the years when the opportunity had presented itself, for him to draw blood, but he never took it. The emotional cost had always been too high, with Major and Clive usually taking care of the threat.

Yet he could never forgive himself if something happened to Gavin and he had made no effort to stop it. Gavin was right, after all. They were brothers. "Alright, mate," Ravi said, keeping the British stiff upper lip, and not begging the man to change his mind. He nodded at Miss Sally and sighed a bit. Tea would make any situation better. But as he saw Gavin kiss Thana, his confidence in the man was shaken, just moments after Ravi felt certain that Gavin wouldn't make too much of a foul of himself.

"A strong cuppa is probably in order," Ravi said to Miss Sally. "Which way?" He was hoping, of course, that Miss Sally would be able to do something about Gavin's recklessness. If the man was so hellbent on taking down Peachtree City, Ravi figured that perhaps Newnan might want to aid him as well. If Ravi himself couldn't help the man, he at least wanted to find people that could.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Yeah no it's okay, I didn't know her (he's not an uncle by blood.) I should have time tomorrow morning to do posts

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll try to get one in, been at a funeral today for my uncle's mother. Haven't been home since

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Time permitting, I'll be posting an update tonight.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Starkette

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Location: Hanson Power Plant
{"That man is playing Galaga! He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did."}

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Starkette hesitated for a moment as Allison complimented her watch, before breaking out into a smile. The thing was her pride and joy, her baby. There were a few upgrades she was hoping to make, including the installation of a digital assistant, but those could wait. For now, it was functional and badass. Exactly what she wanted in a computerized watch. Smart watches couldn't hold a candle to it. "You think so?" Starkette replied. "I interned at Stark Industries for a few years. When we're back in New York, you and I can drop by Stark Tower, see if they've got a prototype lying around. Might get lucky."

Of course, Allison wasn't the only one paying attention to her watch. Starkette honestly hadn't realized that it would be this distracting, having grown up around advanced technology. She rolled her eyes a bit at the dramatic aura of the shapeshifter. "We get it, Batman. Very scary and grim," Starkette muttered sarcastically under her breath, barely loud enough for Allison to hear and the girl was right next to her. No one else would be able to hear her comment. She rolled her eyes yet again as the girl tried to steal her watch in her raven form. She was lucky that no security protocols or anything had been set off, and Starkette returned her attention to her work.

"Yes, I have my two eyes on the cameras right now," Starkette replied. "Give me an hour and Amazon Prime, I might be able to have a third eye. Amazon has everything. Though, doesn't she have a third eye? Allison, right?" Starkette nodded her head towards the girl, referencing her power to see the future. And while Beast didn't look concerned, Marygold looked a little shaken up so Starkette cut the sarcasm and pulled up the feed on the Blackbird's computers.

"Here's the video footage captured," Starkette murmured, her hands flying across the keyboard. It felt a bit clunky to her, in comparison to her watch, but the computers on the Blackboard were considerably more powerful. "...I see what you mean," she muttered, picking up a blur in the power plant. She tried to slow down the frame rate in order to capture an image, but she couldn't make out what the blur was.

"No identification, but there's background noise," she explained, her fingers flying again, before a slightly garbled audio began to play. She chuckled slightly. "Whatever the thing is, it's got killer taste...Uptown Girl? Billy Joel, anyone? One of the greatest songs of 1983?"

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 - 1:15 PM Local Time

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@FantasyChic@Dark Light -

Despite the intensity of Jon's beating, he was lucky. There was no extensive damage done to him that wouldn't heal up in a matter of days. No broken ribs, no punctured lungs, no internal bleeding--mostly just some deep and painful bruises. Of course, that would hardly help him be sold. It was one thing for his captain to have forgotten to oil him and the others up, in order to make their muscles look more appealing and desirable, but now the man looked battered and abused. No one wanted a broken slave, no matter how valuable. In the Caribbean, life expectancy wasn't that great. A battered slave would be a dead one in a matter of weeks, usually.

"Aye, 485 English pounds," the Captain replied, nodding curtly at Millicent. As prices go, it was actually rather low. Slaves back in the day could go for easily 1000 pounds or more. The discounted price was due to his beaten and broken condition, but perhaps also from the captain's desire to sell him. "If ye be wantin' him badly, I suppose ye and I can come to an accord...What have ye to offer, miss?"

But right as the Captain was in the middle of speaking with Millicent, a gruff and tall man pushed his way through the crowd. In a painfully accented and hardly English speech, he explained to the Captain his need to purchase Jon, as his ship's last physician perished. The Captain smirked a bit to himself, seeing the potential for profit.

"Seems we have a biddin' war, lads."

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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 didn't pay much attention to the sounds of violence coming from the docks. It was par for the course, hearing slavers beat their wares into submission and cry out prices, always trying to get the most coin they could. It was the way most ships got a physician these days, as no respectable doctor wanted to be on a pirate crew. The only ones that ever did tended to be nutters, in her experience, and practice something closer to witchcraft than medicine.

"Hullo! Miss!"

Harlianne frowned a bit, setting down her map and instruments. Walking to the edge of her ship, she peered down and saw two rather out of place girls. The taller of the pair waved up at Harlianne and nodded, while the other appeared to be shyer, hanging back. From their clothing, they looked to at least be members of the highest social class, perhaps the gentry, even. Tortuga was an exclusively pirate port--those types didn't often turn up, unless they were coming with jobs to hand out, deals meant to be taken under the table.

"Wotcher girls want, then?" Harlianne called out, tilting her hat as to hide her face. She never cared much for the upper class folk, usually going out of her way if possible to screw with them. It was entirely possible they were here with some grievance, attempting to settle things politely, as naive as that was.

"We need help in locating a man!" the brunette called out. "We know he is present in Tortuga--do you know an Édouard Riviere?"

Harlianne chuckled slightly, shaking her head. Anna and Sirena, once more, got to know the little bastard and Harlianne had never met him. She didn't even get the pleasure in imagining the pig's face and thinking as to why these two were looking for him. But given the shy mannerism of the smaller girl, Harlianne pegged her as a poor woman, knocked up by the man. "Bloody hell, I wish. Everyone else gets ter fuck wiv 'im. Mess 'im up and all. Wot business do yer 'ave 'im wiv, then?"

There was a bit of a pause, with the shy girl shaking her head furiously at the brunette. Harlianne couldn't have been certain, but she felt strongly that there was some eye rolling going on down there as well. Definitely some sort of unwanted pregnancy situation. Those things always seemed to plague the upper classes, thinking that it was the end of the world and whatnot. "I spot 'ow it is. Good luck, luv. Yor'll need it. 'eard the chuffin' man is a bastard through and through."

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Aravis Zacharia

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Location: the King's Arm - Port of Tortuga

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The men playing cards gave Anna a bit of an odd look, but they allowed her to sit down with them. Their conversation died down, becoming the minimal words needed. Draw a card here, fold here, bet here. It wasn't really clear what game they were playing, but the scent of alcohol on their breath explained it all. The veterans didn't have a bloody clue what type of cards they were doing either.

"'Tis brutal luk ter 'av a lass involved," one of the men finally said in a thick Irish accent, eyeing Anna. "You're liable ter summon a kraken whaen 'tis yisser bleedin', yer nu." There were nods of agreement all around the table, as if the man had stated something that was scientific fact. But in these days, even science didn't mean much, especially to the old timers. The sea was their goddess, mistress, and wife--they didn't have room for belief in anything else.

"A deal's a deal," Aravis nodded, having absolutely loved her friend's tale. She had been around Elissa enough to understand the thick German accent, as well as learning to respond to Araffis. Her friend never really had understood the proper use of a v, but that hardly mattered to her. The drinks weren't too expensive in the tavern, only a few pence, and she returned to Elissa a few moments later with two strong pints.

"I heard something over there, she's looking for people for a job," Aravis said, nodding over towards Anna and the men in the back. She knew that as much as she enjoyed Elissa's company, the sea would call her back eventually. Aravis herself had never done much pirating, usually making a living as a thief. It wasn't that she was opposed to it. She just simply had never found herself in the situation to start.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Post will be up after I update SNW. ^^