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Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Nallore@Dark Light: Day 5!

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Dark Light@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 2:10 PM Local Time

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@mnkee -

The performer continues to juggle the orbs of fire, gaining the astonishment and excitement of the crowd. Not all people are as shrewd as Serina and to them, this is the only 'magic' they will ever witness in their lifetime. Aside from the stories of the Kraken and Davy Jones, this is the most tangible bit of wonder in the world. A weary man with a top hat, Mr. Alucard, slowly begins to make his way through the crowd, accidentally jostling Sirena a bit in the process. She'll recognize him instantly, after the meeting they had with him not too long ago that put them on this path--chasing down the cursed flask.

"Ayer. Me desperté y ella se fue..." the little girl replied, tears running down her face. Her entire form was shaking with terror. She couldn't have been older than five.

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Harlianne James

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Location: Near the Bellona - Port of Tortuga Docks

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Making a break for it while one's greedy ex-Captain has a pistol aimed and ready to fire isn't always the brightest of moves. As Millicent and Jon attempt to run from the dock's, the Captain whistles and his men instantly close ranks, causing Millicent and Jon to crash into them. They don't do anything beyond prevent the pair from leaving the docks, with others on the docks quietly retreating back to their ships or getting out of the way as best as they can.

"Bloody fools," Harlianne sighed, shaking her head a bit at the pair. "Yor doin' a fantastic job at providin' an example o' morons!" She called out. Honestly, she had provided her services to these people and they were just going to get themselves killed. It was a bit sad. And of course, where were Sirena and Anastasia? They'd been gone for over an hour and hadn't returned. She'd have expected some crew by this point.

"I can't agree more, Mad Eyes," Jon's ex-Captain agreed, contemplating for a moment aiming his pistol at the doctor instead of Miss Blackwood. Miss Blackwood would bring in a single payment, after all, while a doctor would constantly prove their worth. Perhaps he had been wrong to let him go so easily. "And what reputation be ye thinkin' of, doc? I live by th' code and nothin' else."

"Jean, do something!" Alice cried out to her minder, hardly even recognizing that Jon had spoken to her. The girl was barely nineteen and here she was, a gun aimed at her all because she had attempted to help a stranger. Not many peers would have parted with so much coin for a man they didn't know, yet Alice had done so. Was this to be her repayment for doing a good deed?

"Of course, my lady," her minder replied, bowing her head slightly. She rolled her neck slightly, hearing it pop a bit with satisfaction, and then she did the same with her wrists. Despite the gun aimed towards her lady, there was no sign of nerves or urgency with Jean. It was a calm presence in the face of death that one English noble family in particular was noted for--the Earls and Countesses of Dywell.

Jean took a single step forward, moving between Alice and the gun. Jon's former Captain raised a bit of an eyebrow and Harlianne hit her palm against her forehead at the stupidity. It seemed to be contagious on these docks and made her question whether Tortuga had been a good place to look for a crew after all. And while the man was distracted, the slaves took advantage of the surgery knife that Jon had tossed to them and began to cut themselves free, as quietly as they could.

"Yer nothin' but a servant, lass," the Captain chuckled, shaking his head at Jean. "Move or I'll shoot ye both. It won't botha' me t' do so."

Jean didn't bat an eye at the Captain's warnings. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over towards Jon and Millicent, seeing that the pair of them were unharmed. She noted the slaves with the surgery knife, all but one of them freed from their binds at this point. She could not see her dear lady's face, but she felt Alice's absolute terror. And she knew this would not be the first time that Alice's life would be in jeopardy.

"Why do I even bovver?" Harlianne muttered, pulling her pistol and cocking it. Five shots then sounded on the docks of Tortuga, with those not inside buildings able to hear the gunfire. A moment later, five bodies dropped. The first body to fall was that of Jon's former Captain.

The rest were the slaves that Jon had attempted to free.

"Right then. Yor Captain is dead. Yer can sail under me or yer can 'ave yor bits and pieces and leave. Any uvver choice yer make ends wiv yer copping a nice and proper meetin' wiv Davy Jones."

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Aravis Zacharia

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

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Aravis grimaced slightly. Anastasia's crew didn't have a doctor and they did need to get that hand bandaged. She figured it'd likely need some stitches as well, in order to stop the blood from continuing to flow. That however gave Aravis a bit of an idea. Stitching couldn't be that different from sewing and everyone in Tortuga was in constantly need of having their clothing mended. It didn't matter if they were a pirate or a thief--clothing tore.

"Physician seems to be unlikely, then," Aravis surmised. "But perhaps a seamstress could do just a good a job. All we really need to do is stop the bleeding..." Germ theory wasn't well known or accepted at this time, of course. Hardly anyone knew about it and those who did, well versed in medicine, often though it was mere hogwash and elected to ignore it. So with no concept of the need to prevent infection, a seamstress sewing up Anastasia's hand was as good an idea as any.

"If memory serves, the owner of the Faithful Bride's sister does a lot of mending for profit," Aravis recalled. "How does that sound? All of these taverns, they aren't really that far from one another...Drunks wander out of one and into another, so we could get you there quickly."

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Twelve Daggers Tavern - Port of Tortuga

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Édouard grinned widely at Edgard. He was sorry to have missed that, seeing his second in command put down a particularly irritating cunt. It sounded like it would have been a thrilling bit of entertainment, even better than his goading of the freak earlier. But of course, he doubted that Edgard's irritating woman also crumbled into ashes, and even more so, Édouard had no clue that Edgard was talking about Sirena. Otherwise, he perhaps would've had another opinion. Sirena aroused certain feelings (and other things) in Édouard.

"Les pauvres," Édouard mused, shaking his head at the crew. "Ils sont comme des bébés!" He chuckled a bit, practically patting himself on the back for his own joke. The irony of his mockery was palpable.

But of course, Edgard just had to go straight to business. Édouard wished he could have taken a nice long sip of rum first, but Edgard always had a certain intensity about him. Dodging the question now would only make it more apparent that he hadn't been able to find the witch. As far as Édouard was aware, the witch had been hanged in Port Royal for witchcraft and never came back to Tortuga. "Oui, oui! Ah, la sorcière a une théorie: la fiole est à une fantôme! La fantôme donne du pouvoir aux personnes. Mais elle se lassera d'elles et elle les tuera!" Édouard then nearly smacked himself in the forehead. He had forgotten the best part!

"Ensuite, la fiole et la fantôme rentreront au Triangle des Bermudes!"

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Afro Samurai Yep. ^_^ We are currently at the Port of Tortuga, so all characters are welcome to join in the fun

Strange New Waters - Concluded

Working on the update now. ^_^ Got a new dice set, seems to be rolling well so far. You guys might just luck out.

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Garden City

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Nora smiled, relieved to feel the lack of humidity on her skin. She had lived for Cairo for a year and a half, but she was a British girl at heart. She was far more accustomed to mild climates than the heats of Egypt. And it was indeed a beautiful day. The walk to the museum in Neema's company was far more pleasant than that of her previous escort, William Drake. She wouldn't be surprised if the man had fathered numerous children and had little knowledge of any of them, with the way he chased women.

"Beyond what you have already shared with me, Neema, a hieroglyph appeared on several individual's jewelry, practically burned into the metal," Nora answered, racking her mind through each and every development from the previous evening that seemed to be pertinent. "We believe there are more answers to be found in Bubastis, a cult center of Bastet, due to some glyphs with a cipher embedded in them. The cipher is designed with the marker of phi, the golden ratio."

Yet as they walked, Nora could not help but realize how very little they understood about this situation. Each question they had even simply attempted to answer quickly created more and more questions, with almost no end to the confusion and the mystery. It was all incredibly curious and Nora attempted to find more things of note to share with Neema, yet they all appeared to be trivial or easily inferred to Neema. "To be honest, I had learned very little until I began a discourse with you, Neema. Ever since the Nile, I feel I have been swimming in waters I never even had dreamt of treading before..."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii Don't look at me, look at Nal! ^_^

And he will feel compelled to follow that. (I just did the roll for a will save for him, he didn't make it O.o )

But hey...at least he isn't dead?

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@Witch Cat@Pundii

Okay, things to note with this update:

@Pundii: Nal's character (hilariously) made the roll. So, erm....Have fun with that. XD You'll see what I mean when you read the post.
@Nallore: Sal's body is the same as Fiodora's when it comes to Sulfur.
@FantasyChic@BlueSky44: You two are currently in battle mode, see the rules below
@Witch Cat@Nallore: If you two elect to join in the fighting (you can reach the main tent this post), tag me here and you'll be officially in battle mode.

So what's battle mode, you say?

1) Your post counters are now based off of the Horrors of Coventry updates. You are also held to a posting order. So it'll be my update, then Player X can post, and then Player Z 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.

Current Battle Order:
Me/Horrors of Coventry Update
BlueSky44
FantasyChic

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

Faust shook his head, laughing darkly as if he had been told the most sadistic and unoriginal joke possible. He shoved the knife back into Thalia's wound, twisting it as to cause an unimaginable amount of pain. It'll be all Thalia can do to listen to him and keep herself conscious at this point. Maybe she'd be able to fight if she's lucky, but this is borderline torture at the moment. "Do you expect me to believe that, you stupid whore?" Faust shouted. "We have not come this far to have you meddle in our plans..."

Boris giggled, practically forgetting that he was in the process of crushing Lilith's lungs. With the spritely grace of a young man, he leapt to his feet and looked around for a bit of applause. "I wasn't going to kill her!" Boris explained, winking at Lilith. "I just hurt her, really, really, bad..."

"Thalia, get away from that man!" the ringmaster called out, completely oblivious to the sound of a whoosh as someone mounted the trapeze and began to soar across the stage. The small blur went through the air, legs hooked around the pole and arms outstretched. A few feet away from reaching the small group gathered on the circus stage, the figure unhooked their legs from the trapeze and did almost a flip in the air, their feet and weight pushing Faust to the ground as they landed on his back.

"You talk too much," Folly scowled, moving one of her feet to rest on Faust's head.

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Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Circus Grounds Entrance - December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time
Interacting With: Emmie Adams @Nallore, Eudora Erebus @Witch Cat, and John Fairfax

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Fairfax blushed slightly at Eudora's concern. Truthfully, the man was feeling much better, ever since Folly had left the police station. He didn't pretend to understand it himself, though it worried him. The girl had lived a hard and lonely life, and he considered her to be his friend. How could he help her if he could not be near her? "I'm much better, thank you," Fairfax told Eudora with a bit of a smile.

"No, I think sticking together may work just as well," Andromeda admitted, tucking a lock of white hair behind her ear. "And we have the woman who killed the antichrist with us. I'm sure it'll be fine," Andromeda finished.

She was a control freak, but she had to admit that Eudora sticking nearby may be more help. It was a bit of a convoluted and elegant plan they had before, one that assumed they'd be able to lure out Mephistopheles and have Eudora and Fairfax help to take him by surprise, wherever he was. But as long as they could reach him before he could do any serious damage to Folly, the plan should work. And for whatever reason, Mephistopheles wanted them there in the circus this evening. There was strength in numbers.

"Let's be off, then?" Fairfax asked, looking at the group.

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Aloise Zamora

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Location: The Morgue - December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson @Nallore

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Aloise nodded as Olivia explained that sulfur had been found on Fiodora's corpse. It was one of the easiest indicators of a demon, meaning that Fiodora Valeska was killed by one. She had surmised as much already, given that Andromeda had deduced that Sal was killed by Mephistopheles, but it was good to confirm. Aloise doubted that the O.M.E.N. leaders' bodies would be here in Coventry, imagining that they were in a morgue in Washington D.C. somewhere. However, she could check on Sal's body.

"And the other victim, Sal Aldrich? Was sulfur found on his body as well?" Aloise questioned. She didn't want to find out later on that it was more complicated than just a demon here in Coventry. When they killed the thing, she wanted this all to be over. And she'd want a damn good explanation from someone about what that wardrobe was. Liam still was missing and she hadn't seen nor heard from anyone else that vanished. Not to mention the fact that Seraphina had been shot by a sniper and Aloise still had no ideas as to what happened.

It was days like these that she wished she worked with more hunters. Liam was still in training, after all. "Excuse me, one moment," Aloise said, as she looked down at her phone and saw the messages and missed call from Liam. She smiled earnestly, feeling relief as she opened the photograph of the girls with the flowers. She couldn't tell much from the photograph--they could've just been teenage delinquents--but looks could be deceiving. Snapping a picture and sending a text back to Liam, she put her phone away.

"Sorry, colleague of mine," Aloise explained, acting as if she had just been texted an update about the 'biohazard' case. "You know how biohazards can get--never can be too thorough in research."

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Liam's phone will buzz, alerting him that he has received a text. It's from Aloise, thankfully. It seems that she finally got a chance to look at her phone, and from the selfie that she replied with, her location is obvious. There's a corpse next to her on a slab, indicating that she is in the morgue. As for the text itself, well, it makes the corpse look nearly harmless. It also makes Aloise's nickname of 'Captain America' perhaps a bit more ironic.

I don't care if you're a prophet. If you do anything stupid, I'll kill you dead.

There was more movement in the train station, of course. No trains had arrived yet and it became clear why as an announcement was made over the intercom. The Organization for the Methodical Eradication of Necromantics has temporarily shut down the station, in order to search for a fugitive that needs to be detained for questioning. No more trains will be coming into the station and all of the exits are quickly being blocked off by security. No one can enter and no one can leave.

The brunette that Liam followed hanged up her call, appearing mildly vexed at the news. Leaning against the train station wall, she seemed prepared to wait until the train came and the entire mess was finished. She didn't look scared or nervous at all. Perhaps she wasn't guilty or perhaps she was just too accustomed to this type of job. But of course, the same couldn't be said for the girls with flowers in their hair, and Aloise hadn't texted Liam any theories as to what they could be.

The brunette set her bag down on the floor and looked around as the intercom went off throughout the train station, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh as the OMEN agents that were there locked down the train station. Her attention then turned over towards Liam as she watched him take a selfie of himself, with the two of them in the picture as well.

"He took our photograph," the blonde whispered quietly to her friend, nodding over towards Liam. "Perhaps you should get inside his head. There's a bench here for you to sit on while you do so."

When the blonde whispered into her ear she looked at her, and then over towards Liam she was curious if he was working for OMEN as well and nodded slightly and smirked. "Sounds like a plan to me." She whispered back, before getting into character. "Guess we will be here for awhile, I guess I will take a little nap while we wait." She said and gave her friend a quick kiss on the cheek, acting like they were a couple the brunette then moved over towards the bench. She set the bag down and leaned back somewhat using her bag as if it was a pillow, then closed her eyes as if she was going to take a quick nap while they all waited.

The blonde smirked slightly and shook her head, a bit surprised that her friend had kissed her cheek. Those who knew the blonde were well aware that she had an extraordinarily high body temperature, usually surprising and shocking everyone who brushed her skin by accident, such as when shaking her hand. She figured it wouldn't be long until her friend had gotten inside of Liam's head, though she was quite curious if she intended to possess him or just meddle with his thoughts.

As the brunette's body 'slept' her spirit left her body, which gently brushed past her friend's shoulder which was usually what she did to let her know that she was on the move then moved directly over towards Liam. "I want you to strip yourself naked, and then approach the closest woman and flirt with her." Planting that thought into Liam's head, her spirit brushed past the blonde's once more before slowly opening her eyes slightly smirking slightly at the suggestion she put into his head, it would make a funny little distraction for the OMEN Agents.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Getting an update now. ^_^ Will likely be posting more formal instructions for combat mode below. It should hopefully be a smoother system than the one used in Abandoned Hope