Morose

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Merchant Area

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Dorothy followed Foy into the alleyway, pulling her own weapon once he took his out. If the tracker estimated it was safe to draw a weapon, she saw no reason to argue. This was his forte, after all. Disagreement would be just as irritating to him, she imagined, as was Genevieve's insistence that she had medical training. Dorothy cared for the girl as a friend, but she doubted Genevieve knew much more than how to put on a bandage for a small scrape. Listening to Foy's words, Dorothy replayed them in her head once more, growing a little more familiar with his speech patterns. From what she understood, they were essentially examining the alleyway, in hopes that they'd get another hint as to where the woman went.

Dorothy stood at the ready, feeling a bit lightheaded. She hadn't had any issues with combat before and the doctor couldn't help but assume it was likely just from a lack of nourishment. They had been chasing this woman across Newhope for a while now. Or perhaps it was the smell from the sewers finally getting to her. Either way, she made no indication that anything wasn't perfectly alright. It was just a little problem, one that she was confident would go away in a moment.

"Any luck?" Dorothy asked. Her own voice sounded a little distant to her, as if someone had stuck cotton balls in her ears. Definitely a bit lightheaded, then, she surmised. But nothing to be worried about. Not yet, anyways.

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Town (Toy Store)

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Fitz hadn't realized what a difficult and serious endeavor picking out a board game was. He generally just bought ones that he liked and hoped that others would enjoy as well. But then again, all of his friends had had similar tastes as he did and his sister enjoyed playing just about anything. She was always competitive, so games were a bit of a sport to her. He glanced around the store, each time getting hopeful Roy would say that game was the right one, only to hear a reason why it was rejected. Most of the reasons wouldn't have occurred to him--like the fact that people didn't like to talk about their past.

Fitz took the chosen game in his hands, wiping a bit of dust off of it. It seemed to be a little lonely and lost thing, amidst the crowd of other board games in the store. In many ways, it was like Fitz himself--lost in a universe filled with interesting and lively people. He smiled a bit, thinking that Roy probably was right. This game would help to get him to know people--provided he could manage to talk to them.

"Th-thanks," Fitz said, his stutter ever present. "How much i-is it?"

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: the Museum

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Nora raised a bit of an eyebrow at the announcement that the flowers were from Lord Keystone. She had only been briefly acquainted with Peter, but her mind still jumped to the elder gentleman at first. However, her mind soon corrected the mistake, only to learn indirectly that Peter and Vera had found a new level of intimacy together. Otherwise, she doubted Vera would have referred to him by his first name. It explained the flowers, though it also struck Nora as a bit odd. She did not expect that Vera would begin courting Peter so soon, especially after her emotional state the previous evening. But those thoughts, Nora decided, would be best if she kept them to herself.

"I have been as well as is to be expected," Nora replied to Lauren, nodding kindly. She was a quiet person by nature.

Nora answered Neema's questions on her preference for tea (milk and sugar) and so forth. As Vera asked Nora what she had learned since they last spoke, Nora thought for a moment, attempting to find a way to communicate it all as concise as she could possibly be. And of course, a way that would cause Vera to not dismiss this information straight away, since it sounded rather strange. It was not information most people of science and mathematics would readily accept.

"As you surmised the previous evening, Lady Munn, the branding received by some of our number is the mark of Bastet. Neema has informed me that it signifies selection as a guardian for the goddess. Additionally, some elements of Egyptian astrology do appear to make accurate predictions of the persons in our fellowship, with some information gleaned from a dream that I had whilst I slept the previous evening. The most bizarre occurrence is the recitation of a prayer to Bastet that...that I have done, in a language that I do not comprehend without the aid of mathematics and hours of careful examination, with the assistance of reference texts and other experts."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico

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Cecily wasn't sure exactly what she had expected, once Benicio began to fill in the details of his and Caesar's past. Caesar was wealthy from his company, but she hadn't imagined a complex quite this grand and developed. For whatever reason, she thought it would be something quaint and small, something off the books, like Hawkeye's farm in the Avengers: Age of Ultron. It was either that or a dragon's den, where Caesar was born in blood or fire. Both of those seemed likely. But this? It was so...pleasant. And extravagant for a man who lived in an apartment.

That did raise one question: why were Caesar and Alicia living in the Boston Heights? If they were rich enough to have limos and this place, couldn't they have had their own home? For a small moment, Cecily's paranoia came back in full force.

Exiting the car, Cecily figured letting someone else handle her bags would be fine. She was used to having to lug them around, but since Natasha wasn't asking for aid, she didn't want to either. She didn't want to have to cause any sort of awkwardness or have a social misstep. She returned Natasha's glance, feeling a bit out of place here. They had been brought to someplace incredibly personal during a trying time...was coming with Caesar even the right thing to do? She decided to stay quiet as a woman - Caesar's wife? - started to berate Caesar, getting on Natasha's case as well.

Yeah, this wasn't awkward at all...

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Jaina's eyes widened in recognition of the phrase Addams Family. She used to know someone who the show seemed to be practically based off of and she squealed in delight. In her mind, this meant a Crypt was likely at the asylum! They always had the best ideas of things to do~! Of course, Jaina wasn't sure if she wanted to get cleaned up. It took a lot of effort to get her clothes to look this pretty and she wasn't about to stop that. Shaking her head slightly, it practically rolled around on her neck, as if she was from the Exorcist or something.

"Soooooorry! You should've bought the Blu-Ray Digital HD DVD bundle for only $19.99!" Jaina giggled, before turning again as if to face an imaginary camera. "С кем мне сначала играть? Врач или медсестра?" Jaina then paused, once again listening to something only she could hear. She nodded eagerly. It would get her both a bloodied rag. "You're lucky my producer likes you two soooooo much~! But here's a cliffhanger for you, one you'll need to shill out money to see the crappy sequel in order to understand!"

Jaina then ceased moving, her own little indication that Nurse Cratty could start to clean her up. Iris couldn't help but feel a little wary. "I'm not sure this is the appropriate facility for her..." Iris said quietly to Nurse Cratty. "Should we sedate her and put in for a transfer?" She still wanted to help Jaina, but Iris was beginning to feel more and more out of her element. She primarily worked with halfway house patients. A more experienced psychiatrist might be able to get through to Jaina in ways that Iris wouldn't have learned just yet.

"BE QUIET! I'M ANNOUNCING THE PLOT TWIST!" Jaina screamed, suddenly turning livid as she tried to shush Iris. "I know what you want to know! Люди, это то, что мне нравится называть красной селедкой!"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Going on a whirlwind posting marathon. Goal is to be all caught up in 2 hours or less (yay for midterms and pep band!)

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Lady Amalthea I'm actually not lol. They're both from the same planet. I see potential here~

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@FantasyChic She could know Fitz! :O

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@mnkee No. about twelve. And you'll see~

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
{"I have a plan: attack."}

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Despite looking all over the school, Guin wasn't able to find a sword. She'd be using her icer, then, and she'd just have to hope that Magneto wouldn't get wise and take it from her. She couldn't help but hope that he wasn't even on the site, delegating the task of killing the human race to some Brotherhood scientist or another. It would make it easiest to retrieve the specimen and destroy it, along with all of the records. It wasn't like in the movies where things could just be spilled on the ground--liquids can be siphoned up, experiments replicated. They'd need to get everything in order to ensure that Magneto and the others couldn't do this again.

Guin glanced at her phone for a moment. There was a fair chance that she was going off to her death. They were an inexperienced team going up against someone with no regard for human life. It was something Guin hadn't bothered to say yet--that Magneto would kill humans without remorse, but he would spare the X-Men. It was his MO at this point. Clicking on a contact in her favorites, Guin brought the phone up to her ear, hearing it ring.

"Dad? It's me, Guin," Guin said, feeling a bit redundant. Very few other people would be calling from this phone. It had an impressive passcode on it, the title of Guin's third favorite song. And of course, a bunch of numbers were thrown in there as well, which tended to help. She had an interesting relationship with her father, and while they had their fair share of fights, he was still her closest family member. Her mother wasn't in the picture and hadn't been for a while. "Listen, I've got to run something by you."

Guin paused, listening to Tony on the other end of the line. She hesitated for a moment before responding, losing her courage. "I'm planning on taking a 3H 13C NMR with d-chloroform of this compound that's incredibly sensitive to oxygen and air exposure. Can you canulate into the caps on the NMR tubes or will that not work?"

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: Inside Town Hall

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Jenna did her best to brush off the cobwebs. She wasn't scared of spiders, but she didn't really appreciate being covered in webs either. She avoided the nails as well, not wanting to get an infection in the process. She didn't look forward to the idea of having to get a tetnus shot, since it would require her coming up with a plausible explanation for the injury. If she wasn't telling her friends she was chasing a ghost through Town Hall, then she wasn't going to tell anyone else. The room itself smelled disgusting, but that wasn't what caused the color to drain from Jenna's face.

Declan and Finley were just on the other side of the wall.

She stopped herself from groaning, knowing that she should've expected this. Thinking on her feet, Jenna pulled out her phone and checked that it was on complete silence--no vibrations, no noise, nothing. Hopefully her lack of reply to the last text had given them a healthy dose of paranoia, enough that what she was about to send would cause them to leap for joy. She felt a little bad that she was about to lie to her friends, but it was a preferable lie to the truth.

To Finn and Dec:

Meet me at the Silver Mine ASAP. Just get here! -J

She hit send on the text and waited, hoping to hear Finley and Declan rush out of Town Hall and head off towards the mine. It'd give her enough time to meet with the ghost, figure out what Mayor Ryder wanted to tell her, and then hurry off to the mine as well. She'd just need to tell Fin and Dec that she had gone to check something else out quickly when she sent off the text, and that was why she arrived there after them.

Or maybe she'd get lucky and she'd still beat them. Somehow.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 7:30 P.M. Local Time

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For the first time in quite some time, all the major players have returned to Coventry. There are some allies you have missed along the way, individuals who could have either helped or hindered your quest. Perhaps you'll meet them another time, in another place. Of course, that all assumes that you live to tell the tale, that you survive this latest round of horrors. For some of you, this is your first tragedy. And for others, it may begin to appear that this is the life you were born into--a life of being hunted by the shadows, struggling to make it to the next day.

But for now, let the illusion of safety remain.

The runaway girl stared at Carolina with an air of frustration for a moment, locking eyes with her. As Carolina drives by the girl, she'll note that she appears to be oddly familiar, as if she had seen her once before. It's a face Carolina won't quite be able to put her finger on, until it'll come to her. Maggie Fey Avaron, a well known actress who primarily does reality TV, recently did an exclusive interview about her rebellious daughter. They hadn't been able to get her daughter to appear, but Avaron had brought a photograph with her--a photograph of the girl Carolina just passed on the way to Coventry.

Now, Carolina's phone is perhaps a more pressing matter. While it has signal one minute, the signal abruptly vanished. The clouds in the sky had begun to darken and grow more voluminous as well, with rain beginning to pick up. Perhaps a cell tower had been damaged in what appeared to be a quickly growing storm? Either way, she won't be getting any calls through.

Aloise didn't move her weapon at all, continuing to aim at Darren. "He died in Altsoba," Aloise explained, not batting an eye at Darren's use of her nickname. "The devil killed him. You don't just shake that type of death off." In fact, Darren's use of a pet name for her only strengthened Aloise's resolve. They hadn't been intimate in years, having broken up before Altsoba. Only a shifter or another type of creature would make that type of mistake. Besides, Aloise had learned that Darren had a thing for the British girl before he died. "He's likely the one that's been causing all of this mess--a shifter and a demon working together is new, but not impossible."

There was something unspoken amongst Aloise's words. It was a request for proof, proof that Darren really was Darren. Every hunter who came back from the dead inevitably went through that ritual, proving that iron and salt didn't harm them, that holy water did nothing, and so on until every other explanation was ruled out. It wasn't wise to refuse--as otherwise, they'd end up dead once more, but this time at the hand of a friend.

Of course, there really was a creature in there with the others. As Daniyal invited Mallory into his body, it would feel as if his insides were coated with liquid nitrogen. An uncomfortable, even painful chill surrounded him, until his body would begin to feel distant. It was like a dream where you were helpless but to watch your own actions. His hands moved and wrapped the cloak around himself, dropping the hood on top. As the hood lowered, the last bit of control Daniyal had vanished.

Thank you for letting me in, Mallory thought, communicating to Daniyal wordlessly. Daniyal's hand shot out and a large ebony scythe appeared, with inscriptions covering the blade. When Mallory spoke, it was with Daniyal's voice, but there was a hint of something ancient to it as well. "The person you seek is no longer here," Mallory said sternly, removing Daniyal's arm from Eudora's grasp. She was in full control of his body, possessing him. "The Mullo is coming. You must prepare yourselves," Mallory added. Though only known to Daniyal, Mallory had no intentions of helping his friends.

Mallory is a kumakatok--her purpose is to warn individuals of coming death. Her attention is not to prevent tragedy, merely to foreshadow it.

Folly glanced over towards where the flaming doorway was, uncertain what to make of it. While Thalia would sense it for what it was--another point of damage in time--Folly was clueless. It reminded her of how she had first found the wardrobe, when she had been running from her father, fearing for her life. Was this another portal to another world, another place, another time? Biting her lip, Folly thought on it until someone voiced it aloud.

"The fire of Coventry," Fairfax whispered. He was too transfixed by the amazing scene to notice Daniyal's possession. Science was Fairfax's love and passion--and here was another opportunity to learn more about it. To him, magic was simply science that was not yet understood. "In 1691, one of Amiyra's ancestors burnt this town to the ground. It's the only recorded mass fire as of, erm, 1929..."

Cecily glanced up at Thalia for a moment as the woman approached her, looking a bit helpless and lost. All solid material (nonorganic) near her was slowly turning to liquid. It was creating puddles around her and she wasn't sure what to do. None of this was making any sense and if anything, she felt like running away at that moment.

"That's where the Mullo is, then," Folly replied to Fairfax. If that was the legendary fire caused by a gypsy curse, then it had to be it. She had grown up with Romani folklore stories and she recognized the word. It was a deadly creature, akin to a vampire.

They would have to fight for their lives once more.