Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii He might catch a one second glimpse, but the outside of the tent is rapidly changing - middle of the night at one moment, noon at another, and so forth

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Private Hangar in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico

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The conversation seemed to be predominately in English now, something that came as a relief. It turned out the priest was Caesar's brother and Cecily couldn't help but be curious about that. How did someone raise a priest and...Caesar? Was it a long lost brother sort of situation? She could hardly imagine Caesar growing up with a member of the clergy. It didn't make much sense, but it wasn't a question she would ever ask the man.

"Er, no, but thank you," Cecily replied. She didn't want to hold up Natasha getting into the car, but hearing that it was air conditioned was a good sign. It'd help to keep Natasha out of the heat.

Cecily glanced at Benicio and Caesar for a moment, before following after Natasha. This was all incredibly personal stuff and they deserved space. She doubted she'd ever have kids, but if Ethan had been the one in that casket...it would've broken her heart to see her little brother like that. He was thankfully in school and far away from Justice. None of this should involve him. Cecily wouldn't want to drag him into this mess.

Taking a seat in the limo, Cecily selected one that would allow Natasha to spread out as much as she wanted. She had noticed the doctor being basically in the fetal position and didn't want to be the reason that Natasha couldn't get the rest she needed. Cecily tuned out the conversation Natasha was having as best as she could, glancing over at the woman briefly when it was over. She hated talking on the phone and she couldn't understand why other people enjoyed it so much. She preferred to text.

"Are you feeling better?"

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Iris blushed slightly in embarrassment as Nurse Cratty doubted Iris' ability to defend herself. While she wasn't wrong and Iris was worried about Jaina attempting to kill her, she also wasn't entirely helpless. She knew her way around a foil and she could run! That had to count for something, but she got the feeling that Nurse Cratty would only chide her if she said anything about it. She couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the young nurse as well.

"Merci beaucoup," Iris said, smiling at Nurse Cratty as she led her to the isolation ward. "I really do appreciate this." Jaina had killed a man the day before. It wasn't a simple case of just adjusting someone's medication or assigning an extra few rounds of therapy--this was the deep end of deep ends. The death penalty was a possibility, though the insanity defense would likely protect her. Taking a deep breath, Iris set her hand on the door handle to Sarbye's room.

GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Jaina tried to shout, but it came out as insane giggles. She had just woken up as the sedative was wearing off and was still in that half asleep state. She hardly seemed to notice her surroundings or that she had been drugged. To her, it was just that her head felt a little funny, an experience that was hardly new. The woman bit down on her tongue, most likely by accident. But the sensation was curious to Jaina and hardly knowing any better, she bit down again--hard.

She then proceeded to spit out blood as it started to bleed, her teeth stained red. It brought back vivid memories of what fun she had had with the orderly! And the beautiful art that Cynthia had made! Giggling to herself, Jaina rested her head back. Yesterday evening had been perfect~!

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: Red Lake Sheriff's Department ---> Town Hall

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Jenna's phone buzzed and had she not spotted the apparition she was looking for, perhaps she would've answered the text. Instead, it was driven completely out of her mind. Mayor Ryder was right outside, almost as if he had been waiting for her. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Jenna would've spoken with his ghost but it was an incredibly public place. She didn't want to appear insane, talking to the ghost of the dead mayor.

Following the flickering spirit with her eyes, Jenna saw him appear outside of the mayor's office, before turning to look directly at her. In Jenna's experience, each spirit reacted to her differently, once they realized they could not hide their presence from her. Perhaps this was an invitation from Mayor Ryder to solve his murder, but she also noticed Dec and Finn across the street, examining the crime scene.

She didn't feel like having the entire I talk to ghosts conversation with them. Putting her hood up, Jenna tucked her signature pendant underneath her shirt and pulled her hair back. It would be enough, hopefully, to get Finn and Dec to not realize she was there. Heading across the street, Jenna attempted to blend in with whatever crowds remained, before heading inside of town hall. She didn't know if Dec and Finn had spotted her, instead electing to move as quickly as possible.

"Where are you taking me?" Jenna whispered, trying to spot Mayor Ryder's ghost. He had to know something about how he died.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Peridot: Day 5!

Silver Falls

@Pundii Hey man! Once I get caught up with posts (got a lot of counters on day 5), I'll finish up Scarlett. Just got her history left to do.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@FantasyChic That about sums it up, yup. Don't blame me - blame the dice. It was ironic. Those with the highest chance of dying survived for the most part and those with the lowest chance of dying died O.o

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Taro@mnkee@BlueSky44@Nallore@FantasyChic

Read the update carefully. There's a lot of information. Pretty much all of you except for mnkee will experience a drastic location shift for your characters. You will continue RPing as them. If you would like to create more characters, that is also fine.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@Taro

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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:22 PM Local Time

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I am afraid to tell you this, but before this story is over, you all will perish. Each and everyone of you has been marked for death, like animals awaiting the slaughter. The question you're likely asking is how? And perhaps for some of you why? But that isn't the question you should be looking for, no. There is nothing to be gained from attempting to apply reason to death. It is without explanation.

The question you should be asking is when. And for all but a few of you, the question is answered before it has left your lips. You died. There's no point in crying about it. There's nothing to be done. As for which ones met their mortal coil, well, let's find out...

Remaining in her room at the Faithful Bride, Virginia sharpened her axe. It was important to keep the blade in good condition, as the tool otherwise lost its purpose. Angling the blade as to allow herself to see her own reflection, Virginia smiled slightly. It was simply another indication of its good quality. However, an immense pain soon gripped her mind, rendering her immobilized. Her hatchet clattered to the ground, narrowly missing her feet, but she couldn't move a muscle. She couldn't breathe. It felt like her head was about to implode and simultaneously explode, but there was nothing to be done.

In the nearby room, Catalina fell to the floor, attempting to scream to express her agony but there was nothing to be done. The vibrational presence that immobilized her grew and grew, until the pressure was simply too much and her head burst, with brain matter spraying onto the walls and clinging to the floor. In the Twelve Daggers Tavern, Alice died in a similar manner, her blood and brain splattering all over Edgard. It was almost a symphony of sorts, as Édouard's head burst, only to be followed by Jean's. Yet Edgard, as well as everyone else in Tortuga, could do nothing but watch as complete and utter agony ripped through them.

In the Twelve Daggers, only Edgard and two members of the crew survived.

In town proper, it wasn't much different. Even the marshes were not safe. The fabled witch's eyes widened with brief understanding as she felt the immense pain within the confines of her hut, before she too was killed. Mr. Alucard did not have such comprehension and understanding in his final moments. They were among thirty five others in the town who perished, blood and brains covering the ground. It would be impossible to walk without stepping on someone's remains at this point.

The pain doesn't stop. The psychic, searing pain does not cease. Near the docks, Aravis, Anastasia, and Elissa were closer to the epicenter of it. Beads of sweat cover Aravis as she attempts to endure the pain and it seems Lady Luck has taken pity on her. While Aravis' brain does not paint the ground, there is a worser fate that awaits her. Anastasia and Elissa both perish, along with Millicent. The Monarchs' training did not prepare her for this.

As for the epicenter, well...

One minute earlier...

"Me duele la cabeza... Sirena, ¡haz que se detenga!" Luisa screamed, ignoring everything that everyone else said. She didn't understand English, so it didn't matter to her much what the other people were saying. Gripping her hands around her head, Luisa screamed in pain as blood flowed out of her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. The blood flow only increased and increased, as everyone around Luisa collapsed to the ground, feeling compelled by some psychic force.

"¡AYUADAME!" Luisa screeched, as blood began to pour from everyone else's minds. The flask had gifted Luisa with the ability to not just read minds, but to control them. The pain and suffering Luisa felt was inflicted onto everyone else and the little girl couldn't help it. As the seconds went on, the pain only increased. Harlianne gritted her teeth, screaming as a way to work through the pain, as she pulled out her gun and aimed for the girl's head, pulling the trigger.

Only that was when Luisa's control of everyone in Tortuga became complete. The immobilization was underway and Isaac, the poor thing, was the first to die. His blood and brain covered Sirena from head to toe. Harlianne was barely holding on, attempting with all of her might to move her finger and pull the trigger to end Luisa, but she couldn't move. She was powerless and the blood was gushing quickly. One by one, everyone else in the docks was dropping dead.

"¡SIRENA ME AYUDA!" Luisa wailed, as the pain intensified. But it was no use, something that was soon becoming clear to the little girl. A strange calmness overtook her as Luisa looked at Harlianne in the eye. "Mátame," Luisa said. As if someone else was controlling her actions, Harlianne watched herself pull the trigger and send the bullet flying towards Luisa, imbedding itself in her skull.

At the docks, only Harlianne and Sirena survived.

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The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:22 PM Local Time

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You have died. Whether you realize this instantly or are in denial, it doesn't matter. You are no longer a human being. You are a ghost, a spirit. And something draws you to this place. A minute ago, you were alive in Tortuga. And now you find yourself here, on a small piece of land with no name in the midst of the Devil's Triangle--waters that no sailor dared to cross. If you try to leave the Devil's Triangle, it won't work. You will find yourself back where you came from. That's the first rule of the dead, or at least, from your perspective.

You cannot leave the Triangle.

Time continues to move for you, but that is perhaps the only normal thing. One minute, the sand of the shore brushes through you, as if you were not there. And in other moments, you can feel it on your skin. Perhaps you will learn to control it, learn to become tangible when it suits you and intangible when it does not. There are other things you can do. Objects, with enough thought, can move as you desire them to. Distance means nothing to you, as you can teleport across it.

But there is something else on the island with you. You can feel it in your bones--if you still have those. It is a primal craving for you, something calling for you to find it. No matter your confusion, the call will echo in your mind, repeating itself in a language you cannot understand and could not describe if you were asked.

But that is no matter--dead men tell no tales.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Taro The death toll from just this round is 65 people. It's an AH 'Verse record. O.o

Strange New Waters - Concluded

The rolls are not in your favor this round...