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Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Dark Light: On day 6

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii Do I detect some shipping of Aloise and Liam in your posts, friend? :P

@Nallore: Day 6 ^^

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>When that last piece of the RP puzzle falls into place

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 28th, 2016 - Police Station, Records Office

With Eudora running about the station like a fretful grandmother, bouncing back from person to person as she tried to keep them all safe, Fairfax gave a weary smile. Truthfully, he didn't understand why time travel was effecting him this badly this time, but there was a look on Folly's face that suggested she knew. He clutched the wall to support himself as the young gypsy girl looked away, hiding her face from him.

"Amiyra..." Fairfax began, only to be cut off.

"Don't, John. Don't ask," Folly replied curtly, anger in her voice. Her own father might have been insane, but there were small signs that Folly was becoming more and more like her parents the older she got. She had his rage in her blood.

"...I see," Fairfax replied, a content smile on his face, despite the pain going through his body.

"Heading to the circus is probably best -- it'll give us time to get ourselves sorted," Andromeda said, agreeing with Eudora. She couldn't remember if anyone had grabbed the tickets from the hotel, but she could always purchase some more. She'd pay any price to bring her father's killer to his knees and the fees from the circus weren't that high anyways. "Eudora...Is there anything you can do for him? He looks like he's going to keel over," Andromeda then asked, grimacing slightly as she looked at Fairfax.

The man might have claimed he was better, but it was clear there was something incredibly wrong with him.

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

Faust simply chuckled, shaking his head at Lilith. "Oh, you have no idea," he replied, his eyes turning entirely black for a moment, before returning to normal. The mark of a demon. He gave a bit of a friendly wave at her before walking off the stage and returning to his seat, glancing at his watch. There was an hour until the main performance and Faust was certain it would be one to die for.

The only problem, of course, was the girl with the silver hair. He frowned darkly, continuing to stare at her, trying to figure out a solution to a problem that no one else could know...

"Thalia, Boris!" the ringmaster called out, causing Boris to snap his head upwards. He practically dashed up to the stage and eagerly began to gather up his supplies, before pulling out what looked like a coffin and a saw. "Get in~!" he beckoned to Thalia. It was a standard trick in the business, one that Boris would do with Fiodora on many occasions. Contortionists were standard for it, since they could keep their legs into a small area to avoid the saw, with false legs already set aside.

"Don't be afraid," Boris chuckled.

When Thalia approached the coffin, she would notice that there were no false legs in sight. What on Earth was Boris planning to do?

December 28th, 2016 - The Road to Salem // Salem Train Station

For those geography experts, Salem is actually twenty miles out from Coventry. But with Liam's acceleration and weaving in and out of cars (most of whom are going sixty or more, easily), he'll be able to make it in about fifteen minutes. No cops seem to be present on the roads, which is another plus for Liam. By the time he pulls up to the train station, it's exactly six o'clock. He'll see two girls with flowers in their hair, a blonde and a brunette enter the station just ahead of him.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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Bonnie Chase

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, October Crypt
Location: the Zephyr

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Bonnie had gotten to work on attempting to suppress the stories coming out, achieving mixed results. While she was able to shut down a few of the news networks that had gotten wind of the odd events happening in Saranac Lake, there were a few networks that had already received footage and testimonies from people in town. It was as if some people were just a little too eager to call into the news and expose a bunch of "freaks" but who could blame them? The Battle of New York was hardly four years ago and the world had been quiet ever since, largely thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.

People wanted more evidence of the impossible - evidence that wasn't being taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D., by Stark Industries, or the Department of Damage Control. Seeing news reports about Stark's kid crashing one of the Iron Man suits into the Hudson River just wasn't enough anymore.

"No word from Xavier," Bonnie informed Cassandra as they walked down the halls of the Zephyr, headed towards the lab. Bonnie let out an irritated sigh. She had tried the line at least ten times, but the professor didn't even have a voicemail box set up. There wasn't much point in continuing to call. A more personal visit would need to be made. "You've got this, right? Standard blood work. I'll be back in a minute."

She then smiled a bit at Cassandra, squeezed her on the shoulder, before hurrying to the bridge of the Zephyr. She needed to update Coulson as to the status of the mission, as well as request a team to be sent to the Xavier Institute to alert the professor as to what happened. And of course, additional resources in shutting down news coverage of Saranac Lake would be welcome as well.

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October Crypt

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, Bonnie Chase
Location: the Zephyr

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October nodded at Carolina, feeling a bit relieved when the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hurried off to take care of something else. Having only one S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to deal with made the improvised plan process a bit easier to undergo, but still a painful and risky endeavor. Had Cassandra not been Carolina's sister, October would've suggested setting the plane on fire, grabbing two parachutes, and then making a run for it. It would have been messy but simple.

"What would you do, Agent Reed, if your sister were to be tested as gifted?" October asked bluntly, attempting to size the woman up. There was a chance that she would indeed do the right thing - that she wouldn't tag them like animals and stick them on some list. October hoped that it would be the case, as having someone else on the inside to help them out would definitely aid in a non-violent escape.

The Zephyr shook slightly and October raised an eyebrow, surprised at what could have been turbulence, but also could have been something more. A few of the test tubes in the lab rattled against their containers, but nothing seemed to be damaged. Must have been turbulence, then. Normal and to be expected.

🦄 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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"Thank you very much," Nora replied, smiling a bit as the man took the letter. At the mention of his aunt, Nora couldn't help but ponder whom he was referring to. She figured there was a chance that it was Neema, but it felt slim at best. While Neema's son may work in the building, that certainly didn't mean that the rest of Neema's family had to as well. And of course, had the letter not been time sensitive, she likely would have insisted for the man to take care of the errands first. But she needed to get the reply to Lady Munn before it would be too late in the day.

Nora raised a bit of an eyebrow as she was proven incorrect, with Neema entering the room and mentioning that the new clerk was her nephew. There was a hint of a blush to her cheeks as the introductions began to progress, combined with a slight acceleration of her heartbeat. While most girls would have had their heartbeat accelerate from excitement, thrilled at the prospect of an introduction to a handsome man, Nora felt slightly queasy. She never could quite explain it, her fear of marriage - yet it was a fear that was part of her, a fear that defined her.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Aton," Nora said kindly, with the hint of a smile. She was about to insist that her intelligence was meager at best, yet Neema's words from before echoed back to her. Downgrading her own accomplishments and intelligence certainly wouldn't qualify as believing in herself. It would quite certainly constitute the opposite. And of course, her cheeks still had a bit of a flush to them.

"Then I must imagine that you are blind to your dear aunt's beauty, as she is just as intelligent as I," Nora quipped, her smile widening slightly.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Almack's

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While Mary was decidedly unfamiliar with the Talinks, Virginia knew some things of note in regard to that family. They had done business with the Crypts at least once, as far as she was aware, and had connotations with death that she found quite fascinating. It struck her even more peculiar how Thalken said that Virginia was not as different from him as she would care to believe. She never thought anything of the sort. To be truthful, she found them to be exactly the same.

Yet the news of Millicent brought a bit of anger to her ice filled eyes. She did not care for the earl that her dear friend had become engaged to, yet the news that Millicent had lost a sister and nearly a stepmother on this evening, only to be whisked away in the company of a member of the ton was decidedly not welcome. Virginia felt quite certain that Millicent must have had a nightmare along those very lines. And while Crypts could thrive in the darkness and draw strength from the horrors, that did not mean that others could be expected to do the same.

The pain that must be devouring Millicent, from the loss of a sister, inspired that anger in Virginia. She would call upon her the very next day, as soon as the sun rose. The grief for the death of her sister would ache and throb, Virginia felt certain. She knew the pain she would feel should James depart from this world would be unbearable. She hoped that it had been Emma that died and not Jane, of course, knowing that Millicent perhaps had a stronger bond with the latter sister.

"You would be wise to heed her words," Virginia said coldly. "I do not doubt that you have familiarity with corpses as well and would be quite qualified to aid with the others who have fallen." And while Virginia did have a natural curiosity about the family who handled some matters for her father and his father before him, now was neither the time nor the place. Mosi continued to rot the longer they stood and spoke with Thalken. There were other bodies in Almack's as well, including the Soulless that had claimed Mosi's life and attempted to claim Virginia's as well. There was business to attend to.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Nallore@BlueSky44:

Alright, you two are in battle mode! :) Since Aravis, Anna, and Elissa are all in that tavern, we won't be collabing out this fight scene. It'll be easier this way - I think. Here's what you need to know:

1) Your post counters are now based off of the Strange New Waters updates. You are also held to a posting order. So it'll be my update, then Nallore can post, and then Blue can post. This will then repeat until the battle scene concludes.
2) Before you post in the IC, you'll need to tag me here in the OOC and state your called action OR send me a PM with your called action. I'll then give you the results for you to base your post off of. You only get ONE called action per turn. These can be as simple as moving to another location, drawing a weapon, and so forth.
3) If you could tag the person next in the posting order here in the OOC tab once you've posted, to let them know that they are up, that'd be great.

Any questions, feel free to ask.

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 - 1:41 PM Local Time

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@mnkee -

Well, Sirena certainly is putting her talents to good use. While some may think that Édouard's men would hate to work under a woman, the crew seems entirely eager to hear Sirena's proposal. They've been working under a moron for ages, after all, so even working for a woman must seem like a good deal. There are some nods and murmurs of agreement at her words, yet none of them pledge allegiance to Mad Eyes. None of them respond directly to Sirena's words. Instead, almost every head is turned towards the second in command, the quartermaster of their ship, Édouard's right hand man. It is unspoken but clear that the crew is loyal to him, rather than to Édouard. If he accepts the proposal, then they'll go with Sirena. If not, then they won't. It's that simple.

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Harlianne James

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

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Alice smiled slightly as the Captain undid any and all pieces of bondage for Jon, as well as handing her the papers to the man. Or rather, he attempted to. Alice stared at them blankly as her minder accepted them instead, looking as frustrated with Alice as Millicent was curious. There was an odd strength to her minder as well, with the knowledge of hardship and the world showing in her eyes. The entire situation just appeared to be curiouser and curiouser. Why would the Honorable Alice Blackwood be in a place such as Tortuga?

Alice, of course, seemed to be the picture of innocence as she snatched Jon's papers from her minder, her eyes widening in horror as she looked over the details. "Oh heavens..." she muttered, before looking up at Jon apologetically. "Good sir, I have no designs for you. Please, attend to this woman's father and you may have these papers to possess yourself." And while it wasn't clear, Alice wasn't trying to extort or blackmail him. She had an earnest glimmer in her eyes.

"Such a barbaric institution," Alice mumbled, though her voice was not quiet at all. The Viscount's only daughter then walked idly back towards the Bellona, with Harlianne having overheard her final remarks. Of course, that only wouldn't have been an issue had the slave traders not heard it as well. And with the young Alice Blackwood appearing to be a meek and rich woman, without any defenses, she'd be an easy mark.

"Blackwood, right, cost o' protection is one 'undred pounds. Includes yor mates for an extra twenty five," Harlianne called out, moving down from the Bellona and stopping just a few feet above the ground. "Yer just insulted a slaver in Tortuga, right, girl. Yor've got no guards 'ere, no forts ter run ter, nothin'. It won't end pretty."

Her minder, of course, only returned a glare to the female pirate. "Miss Blackwood does not need any additional protection." Her voice was strong and determined, with the woman's words even implying that the peer already had some sort of guard with her. And true to Harlianne's words, of course, the slavers were continuing to eye Alice, with darkness in their hearts and consuming their minds.

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Aravis Zacharia

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Location: the King's Arm - Port of Tortuga

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Anna's punch doesn't connect with the man, hardly even grazing him. There's not a single scratch. Of course, aiming a punch and grabbing a mug isn't an easy thing to do at once, so it's to be expected. Her mug smashes over the man's head, the shards cutting into his head and causing him to bleed badly - as in, get to a doctor soon or you won't be alive tomorrow. Of course, the shards cut into Anna's hands as well, though she's lucky that they missed any veins, the cuts are extensive. It'll be a lot of pain, even for a woman with nine fingers.

"Bitch! Whore!" the man shouted angrily, attempting to rise to his feet but he couldn't see. His own blood was blinding him as it dripped and slid down his forehead, blocking his eyes almost as effectively as a blindfold would. But with Anna in such close quarters with him, he swung his fist upwards, clocking the woman in the neck. Her head snaps back slightly, the feeling of the punch vibrating throughout her jaw. Combined with her bleeding hands, this isn't fun at all.

"Who da hell do yer think ye are, cunt?" the man growled, pausing in his attack for the moment as he pressed his hand up against the gashes on his head in an effort to stop the bleeding.

"I couldn't agree more," Aravis said to her friend, wincing slightly as she saw the extent of the damage the two had done to each other. His friends were surprisingly calm, clapping the man on the back after he decked Anna in the jaw, pushing through the head wound. The rest of the tavern was drunk and merry, a few people staring at the scene that was unfolding, but it hadn't become a full blown barroom brawl. Not yet, anyways.

Aravis drew her cutlass and nodded at Elissa, seeing that the pair of them had a moment of opportunity. No one had yet noticed the two girls about to jump into the fray and Aravis intended to keep it that way. A clean strike would hopefully break up things, or at least, enough for the girl to escape with her head held high. She was already certain that Elissa would decide to go with the girl, a fact that broke her heart as she missed spending time with her dear friend, but it couldn't be helped. Some people just had the sea in their blood.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga

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Édouard frowned at the lack of response. The witch did have odd habits and customs, she was a witch after all, but it wasn't like her to ignore his shouting. Either she'd try to hex him and turn him into a newt (which had happened before, of course...and logically, he had gotten better) or she'd welcome him into her little hut, curious as to what questions he had. For of course, when he first was sent to the Caribbean to retrieve the flask, he had exhausted Alucard as a source of information.

But the witch knew things. She wasn't always completely there, so it required patience - a skill that he obviously possessed tons of. She drew his tarot cards for him and told him what was in his future, causing Édouard to visit the witch at least once a week. He never bothered to learn much about her, only knowing that she spoke in odd tongues and never seemed bothered to explain how she had ended up in Tortuga.

"Sorcière! Où es tu?" he shouted out, using the more informal French, rather than the clean and proper French used in front of royalty. But predictably, there was no reply. He frowned deeply, beginning to feel a bit worried. From what he could recall, the witch had gone to Port Royal a week or so ago to run some errands (he hadn't been really paying attention as to the reason for her visit), but she was due back in Tortuga two days ago. Pulling his cutlass out, Édouard hurried up inside of the shack, only to find the condition was worse than expected.

A drunkard slept on the floor, with the witch's things scattered and smashed. She hadn't returned from Port Royal, then. Cursing, Édouard swung his sword wildly, before thrusting it downwards into the drunk. Rubbing his face, Édouard's heart pounded. He'd need to get back to town and speak with Edgard, let him know that their witch had gone missing. And without that advantage, just about anyone could grab the flask and use its power. Huffing, he pulled his sword out of the drunk and wiped it on the corpse, improvising a quick clean, before putting his blade away.

"Merde."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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