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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In Silver Falls → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@mnkee He'd feel her.
In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jenna Westbrook
Location: Outside Town Hall
Of course town hall had to be locked. The sheriff's department in Red Lake was incompetent, but they weren't entirely so. They had to be efficient at one thing--locking doors. She made a mental note to learn how to pick locks at a later date. Finn probably knew how to do it. She had a certain skill set that Jenna couldn't help but admire. She'd have to cultivate her own one day. It'd piss off her father, but she really didn't care.

Walking around the back of town hall, Jenna spotted what looked like a decent sized hole. It wasn't big enough for more than one person to get through and even then it'd be a bit of a tight squeeze. The rotting wood only elicited an amused chuckle from Jenna. Town hall was supposedly kept nice by tax payer dollars and here it was, complete with rotting wood. Perhaps Mayor Ryder had been embezzling, Jenna pondered.

Regardless, she looked around quickly before climbing through the small hole, following Mayor Ryder as best as she could.
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@mnkee It was the madness friend :P but I can come up with more~
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@Taro
The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:32 PM Local Time
Aravis came to her senses slowly, hardly strong enough to lift her head. The source of the pain had subsided, but something dark seemed to have come into her. As she looked at the bodies of Elissa and Anastasia on the ground, she expected herself to react with horror. She had read many tales and she knew what would happen next--she would descend into a fit of madness and rage, begging and screaming for her friends to return. She had known Anastasia for only a day, but Elissa for a considerably longer time. She would find sanity in her rage and her sorrow.

But Aravis felt nothing. It was as if her emotions had been ripped and torn from her. She knew that she ought to have been panicked, but she didn't even feel calm. She felt nothing at all. Lifting her arm, Aravis discovered a lengthy gash, enough to cause any person to scream in pain. But had she not seen the blood, she would not have noticed it. She had become entirely numb to the world. Love and happiness, sorrow and despair...None of it moved her.

The storyteller could not feel.

In the Twelve Daggers' Tavern, Edgard's mind has changed as well. While he survived a fate that had killed many others, a familiar voice whispered in his ear, almost tauntingly. "I'm afraid you've gone quite mad, mon amour," the voice purred, almost like velvet. She moved into his line of sight, covered in the blood and guts that had engulfed every surface in the tavern. But beyond that, she looked exactly as she did the day they met. "I only regret I was not the one to break your mind," Alisanne said with a sigh. For her, that small display of emotion spoke volumes. She was always a quiet evil.

Oddly enough, Harlianne and Sirena have developed no new delusions. Perhaps they had great mental fortitude and strength. Or more likely, they were already damaged. Harlianne had a distant glint to her eyes as she rose to her feet, coughing. Taking in the scene, she saw no signs of life at the docks. Aravis and the others were too far out for her to see.

"It seems yor'll cop yor investigation after all."
The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:32 PM Local Time
You are not alone on this island. Perhaps you would like to give it a name. While you may be tempted to suggest Hell, Purgatory is a far better description. Something continues to draw you in, beckoning for you to walk more and more. It may take you through dense jungle or continue along a path in the beach. Eventually, others become apparent to you. There are those you may recognize, as well as complete strangers.

The following individuals are on the island: Jon’s Ex Captain, Jon, the four slaves in Jon's crew, Elissa, Édouard, Anastasia, Isaac, Millicent, Jean, Alice, members of Édouard's crew, Catalina, Mr. Alucard, a witch, and others who you have not yet encountered. The longer you walk, the thicker the crowd appears to become. Eventually, you reach a ledge that overlooks a lake. Something about the lake calls to you.

Jump.

Septima, the witch, is familiar to some of you. She does not halt in her steps, walking until she falls through the air into the lake. There is no sense of fear or urgency, but of course, she is already dead--as are you. What could possibly harm you now? It still beckons to you, something beneath the lake. It seems to whisper promises of everything you have ever desired.

Perhaps it can even restore your life.
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Working on the update now ^_^ You guys finally get to meet my favorite character, the infamous witch of tortuga, Septima!
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44
December 28th, 2016 - Frozen Time

The door opens for Millicent without any sort of struggle. There's no lock on it and the hinges allow it to swing open silently. At first, it appears that there's only darkness on the other side. But after a few moments, Millicent will realize it isn't darkness--it's smoke. Smoke pours out of that door and in the distance, she can hear the crackling of flames. There are no screams, strangely enough. And despite being a door underneath the circus stage, nothing in the circus is burning. Any attempt to clear the smoke is pointless. You can venture forward...but do you dare to do so?

Meanwhile, Daniyal's new friend continues speaking only through the cloak. There is still no indication as to just what Mallory is. Perhaps she's the spirit of the kumakatok, perhaps she's a demon. Or maybe Daniyal has finally lost it. All of them are equally valid options. "I see. If you invite me in, I can help...I am weak, but I have not lost my sense. Only half of you will live to see tomorrow."

"The girl will die now," the voice finished. Almost immediately, Andromeda ceased to draw breath. Her body withered, as if it was still being drained, deteriorating rapidly. In the blink of an eye, only a pile of dust remained where she once had been. Fairfax stood dumbfounded for a moment, before removing his goggles and holding them over his heart. He gave Andromeda a moment of silence before assisting in the operation of the spotlight. Folly had directed him and the others to the controls, having performed in this circus since she was small.

"Eureka!" Fairfax shouted, but his voice had a certain sadness to it. He had never met a mind quite like hers before. The spotlights switched on and it seemed to feed the barrier, as the barrier turned an intense shade of violet. Cecily hadn't even noticed what was going on, as she found herself absolutely terrified, surrounded by a small pool of liquid metal. Nothing that was going on had a logical explanation. It all defied reasoning.

But the barrier erupted into a fine mist. The mist stung upon contact, but beyond that, the experience was not altogether horrible. The bodies of those who died did not return to life. Their deaths were fixed. They could not be changed--not here, at least.

December 28th, 2016 - 7:25 P.M. Local Time

"Yeah...He's dead," Aloise answered, her voice having a bit of a hollow chill to it. Unaware of the attempts of those inside the barrier to break free, Aloise couldn't help but hope the werewolf coroner had the right idea. Whatever the thing was inside there, it couldn't be Darren. It was some sort of shifter, here to mess with her mind. Perhaps it was the rakshasa that Liam had seen back in Altsoba. But Darren himself? No demon would let his soul leave hell. And Aloise wasn't convinced that heaven existed.

Everyone she knew seemed to go to hell in the end.

When the barrier appeared to melt away, Aloise pulled her gun and aimed it directly at Darren. She didn't want to give the shifter a chance to get too close. A good man had died in Altsoba. He didn't deserve to have someone pretending to be him. There were tests that could be done--but she wasn't going to risk it, not yet.

Meanwhile, Carolina's trip to Coventry is surprisingly pleasant. There's very little traffic and she'll be able to make it to town. Signs will direct her to lodgings at the Coventry Horrors. On the side of the road in the woods, a brunette girl is walking, her hands shoved into her pockets. She has all the classic signs of a runaway.

In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: Crypt Manor (London)
#SomethingWickedThisWayComes
Miss Evers returned, interrupting Virginia's concentration for a mere moment. While Virginia felt a bit exasperated, as she had begun to have some ideas as to which tests she might perform on the carcass, Miss Evers' presence was not entirely unwelcome. Carefully placed on a sealed tray that Miss Evers carried, Virginia assumed were the hairs that had been collected from each member of the household staff. With a full staff, having the samples to compare things with would make the work much easier. She may be familiar with most of those who worked in Crypt Manor, but she certainly would not have been able to identify each person's hair on sight.

"All the samples, just as you asked," Miss Evers explained, setting the tray down and removing the lid. The hairs were laid out on a sheets of paper, with their names identified in a messy scrawl. It took Virginia by surprise for a moment--she was unaware that Miss Evers could read or write. It was uncommon for the lower classes, especially women. But that was a matter for another time--the carcass decayed with each passing moment.

"Excellent," Virginia said simply. She took the hairs she had obtained from the specimen and began her comparison, jotting down notes as she went. She compared the hairs in terms of texture, color, structure, and so forth. Creating a table of sorts among her notes, Virginia filled in the columns for Alfred, James, Peter, Miss Evers, herself, and her beloved dog Ripper. The rest of the household staff was added as well.

"This is all rather ghastly, isn't it?" Miss Evers pressed, sounding excited and showing seemingly no shame about it. "Think of all the stains there'll be to clean...There's already blood on your dress, my lady."

"Interesting. Two hairs that appear to be human with no correlation. A dark hair, thick structure and short, texture is greasy, shaft is smooth. Second one is a course auburn, short as well," Virginia said, jotting down the notes. She ignored Miss Evers' prattling about how she would manage to get the stain out of Virginia's dress as best as she could. Removing bloodstains from clothing, if possible, was a key part of Miss Evers' job.

Virginia then took the two hairs she had identified and placed them between two wetted pieces of glass. If done properly, it created a decent seal that would ensure the hairs would not go amiss in the laboratory. Walking away from the bench for a moment, she set the hair samples down on the shelf, leaving a small note near them to explain what they were. She didn't care for miscellaneous specimens and chemicals of unknown origin to be in her laboratory.

"Any leads yet, my lady?" Miss Evers pressed once more, as Virginia put a second pair of gloves on and grabbed a small flask. To the best of her ability, she filled the flask with some of the carcass' blood. She could attempt to analyze it later. "Take this to the well, place it in the bucket, and lower it down. The conditions at the bottom of the well will keep the temperature constant and appropriate for preserving this specimen."

Miss Evers nodded, looking at the flask with fascination as she gave it a bit of a swirl. "Remarkable," she whispered.

Virginia glanced up at Miss Evers, her eyes partially narrowed. "If you are to be my assistant in these affairs, I expect that you follow my orders as holy writ. If religion is not your opiate of choice, then I can certainly amend my analogy," Virginia warned. The laboratory was her dominion. Those who ignored her instructions earned her irritation and seemingly sensing this, Miss Evers made her apologies and hurried to deal with the flask.

Virginia grinned a bit once she was alone in the laboratory. She fetched a cloth mask for herself and put some lilac inside of it, knowing that the smell of death would be upon her soon. She was entranced by death, but even Virginia found it much more preferable when combined with flowers. It was reminiscent of funerals. Placing the mask on, she considered for a moment placing a third pair of gloves on, but decided ultimately against it.

She began the process of dissection, working slowly and carefully. Not even the lilac scent of the mask could conceal the awful stench that filled the laboratory. Blood drenched her gloves and the sleeves of her dress, as well as the front. It was not some small creature she was dissecting--this was a fully grown wolf. She removed its organs that she found and set them aside, intent on preserving them separately. They could prove useful for analysis.

"How curious," Virginia murmured underneath the mask. The wolf was missing a kidney, gallbladder, and pancreas. There was no indication as to when the organs were removed, but another development appeared to be more pressing. Taking the organs turn by turn, she attempted to deduce as much as she could about the wolf's last few days of life, placing the organs in jars filled with the same spirits filling the basin once she finished.

"The sex is male," Virginia noted, but that was not what captivated her. "The subject appears to have been digesting human remains."

Location: Annan
Maeve felt bewildered as she took in the parson. While he had changed his attire and chosen to hide underneath a new profession, his entire personality appeared to have changed. The clumsy parson she had traveled with had been nothing more than a ruse, then. It was impressive commitment, she had to admit. However, some small portion of her felt disappointed that it had all been illusion. She had become quite fond of the clumsy man in the last day.

"'tis al' de seem ter me," Maeve answered with a tone of indifference. She was curious as to who Calum actually was, but she was too prideful to ask that type of question. She didn't want to admit that she had been fooled, amongst other things. It was better to just use Calum as a means to an end. This man was likely just the same as all of the others, then. She couldn't decide if she was more irritated with Calum or with herself.

"Let's git 'eadin', den. we're wastin' our time," Maeve added. "Unless yer 'av another costume change yer nade ter git done, kid."
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lady Amalthea Agh I see tons of clips from my favorite movies and shows! Looks great! :)

Writing my post now. It's funny, Miss Evers is becoming one of my favorites to write for and she's just an NPC lol
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guinevere Stark
Location: Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
{"Experiment. Fail. Learn. Repeat."}
Ever since the critical failure at the Power Plant and Magneto's plans to potentially wipe out the human race, S.H.I.E.L.D. had shifted some resources around. Not only were both Cassandra and Guin given icers, but they also had access granted to the dwarves. Guin's watch was still both broken and missing, prompting her to figure it had been lost during the explosion at the plant. Either way, she could always make another one--if she had time. Between school and S.H.I.E.L.D., she barely had time to sleep.

Nina was right about one thing--Guin did trust Pietro. It was one thing that she and Professor X both shared: a belief in second chances. The worst thing Pietro had done so far was crash her birthday party and he didn't seem to be the sort to double cross them all. Everything she had came from war profiteering, even if Stark Industries didn't sell or manufacture weapons anymore. Her father changed his ways and became Iron Man, he became an Avenger. There was no reason to suppose that Pietro couldn't do the same or anyone else for that matter.

Except for Nina. Guin hated that bitch.

Dressed in her S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, Guin checked the various items she was bringing with her. An icer was strapped to a side holster for easy access. She had been hoping they'd get ones that would only operate with a genetic confirmation lock, but there hadn't been the resources for that. S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't even been able to ensure they were made from polymers void of metal, but as a scientist and an engineer, Guin knew that wouldn't stop Magneto forever. One day, perhaps he'd have full control over electromagnetism rather than just metals.

She put plenty of bits of wiring in the various pockets of her uniform, not wanting to have to destroy another pair of earbuds for nothing. It was a research lab, but it was good to be careful. An old prototype of her watch (ironically which was another prototype) was tucked into her pocket. It was small and only was capable of projecting a hologram of a computer terminal, which could then be used for hacking on the fly. Her father later upgraded and made it into lenses for glasses, so he could use his devices with just sunglasses on, but she hadn't had time to grab one of those models.

Guin felt strange for a moment as she put her badge in her pocket as well. When she learned to fight initially, it had been with a sword. It had been with the intent that if her life was ever again in jeopardy, she would be able to put up a struggle, rather than go quietly. People had been targeting Stark Industries and by extension, Guin's father, her entire life. Her 'Uncle' Obidiah had attempted to assassinate her after Tony had been captured in Afghanistan. Nina had attempted to steal classified information, after tearing a new one into Tony. There were countless others as well, all with their own agendas. Guin had learned how to fight in order to protect herself.

But now it was time to be a shield for someone else. She didn't have any illusions that she would survive this mission, as she tucked the few empty vials away that Beast had given her in case no appropriate containers were at the lab.

"I need a sword," Guin whispered to herself, before beginning to search the mansion for one.
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