Morose

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Crypt Manor (London)
#SomethingWickedThisWayComes

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Virginia and Miss Evers emerged from the basement laboratory, the two of them in the midst of some sort of conversation. To an outsider, it likely would've been horrible, the type to cause one's blood to chill. But to Virginia and her companion, it was simply the way their world operated. Miss Evers had been hand selected by Lady Dywell, with the maid narrowly escaping institutionalization. Virginia's mother had been the one to intervene, having spent too much time in bedlam herself prior to marrying Lord Dywell.

"Miss Evers, should affairs become most dire, I have careful instructions that I wish for you to enact. I would entrust these to Alfred, but I am afraid he does not have your murderous spirit," Virginia said calmly, as she shut and locked the laboratory door. "Should James be in mortal peril and he cannot be saved, you are to end his life. I would rather he die at your hand than at the will of the Soulless." Virginia then paused for a moment. "And should I perish in these coming days, I wish for you and Alfred to take James to America. Raise him as if he were your own and inspire him to keep the family traditions."

Virginia ignored Miss Evers' chattering that followed, only noting that the woman had accepted her terms. Miss Evers was an odd one, but the closest Crypt family members were not in England. They were scattered around the globe and it could be too late before they could be contacted. Besides, James had grown up with Alfred and Miss Evers. He would likely be more comfortable. Though speaking of the devil, a wearied Alfred found Virginia and Miss Evers in the halls, a paper in his hands.

"They're burying Miss Crane tonight, my lady," Alfred said somberly. He then took in Virginia's tattered appearance, with the blood caking her ripped gown. "Bad day, is it?"

"Quite. Where is James? I have matters to discuss with him."

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Location: Annan

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Maeve would've been amused with the parson-priest falling in his usual clumsiness, had she not been aware that he had been faking the motions for the past day. From Maeve's perspective, it was his attempt at winning her favor, something that it was hardly going to do. Her mind had been refocused on tending to the needs of her daughter through this job and any feelings she had had for the parson-priest were gone, as far as Maeve was aware. The peace and quiet of the ride was nice, however. She got to close her eyes for a little bit and enjoy her own private thoughts and memories.

She rarely ever had a moment of silence in her life. Even with a deaf daughter, noise still filled their home. The trip to Scotland had been no exception, noisy and frantic. This was welcome a treat. She couldn't help but feel irritated as the protestant(?) continued to insist that she was cross with him. The more he insisted she was irritated, the more annoyed with him Maeve felt. Even if she hadn't been annoyed to start with, she was certainly vexed by now.

Reminding herself of her duty to her daughter, Maeve took the parson-priest's hand and descended from the carriage.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan Ermmm no idea. Ask me again after I emerge from this den of studying for organic chemistry. D: (Went to office hour's today thinking I understood it, walked out feeling like I understood nothing. So gotta study hard!)

But I'll be getting a post up tomorrow. Thinking I should have some time while waiting for things to filter to get a post in.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:41 PM Local Time

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Alisanne appeared to be almost bored with the bloody display. Gradually, Edgard would notice a distance to her, one more than what was usually present. She was always a closed book, very minimal, more of a spectator than an active participant--but this was something else. Perhaps it'll dawn on him that she's an illusion. Or perhaps it'll beg the question of what happened to her in France, how she managed to survive the attempt on her life. But if Edgard has any questions, he'll need to ask them quickly, as Alisanne looks at him a moment before walking out of the tavern. If Edgard decides to follow her out, he'll find her in entirely new clothes--peasant's clothes practically, the sort most pirates tend to wear. Easy to move in and very plain.

Meanwhile, Harlianne's blue eyes appeared to have turned a soft shade of grey, entirely misted over. Yet apparently she could still see as she looked on with disgust as Sirena feasted from the corpses. The small bit of blood that Sirena had consumed would not yet have been enough to satisfy her--perhaps the corpses will do, but perhaps the living might be preferred. Who could honestly know at this point? But at any rate, Harlianne's weapon is drawn and she stares Sirena down like a monster.

"That's just luvly. Right. Did yer right 'ave ter go and do that, squire?" Harlianne quipped, though her tone was deadly serious. With careful and practiced movements, Harlianne made her way down from the Bellona and onto the docks, braced and ready for combat. She didn't recognize her best friend and as far as Harlianne was aware, Sirena had caused this entire mess.

"I guess I'll just 'ave ter kill yer like yer killed everyone else."

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The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:41 PM Local Time

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~Should anyone attempt to possess the bodies, send a PM for special roll information~

Septima nodded at Elissea's suggestion. In her experience, magic was rarely so easy. It wouldn't just be enough to possess them. There was also still the risk that touching the flask, even while just inhabiting the living, would cause a similar fate to Isaac's. "Perhaps we frighten them to do our bidding," Septima suggested. A Frenchman, pushing his way towards the front of the crowd of ghosts, seemed to be highly exasperated.

Likely because he didn't understand a single word anyone was saying and a ginger haired woman, Jean Waverly, refused to translate for him. Yeah, you read that right! You get the Cabbage with you in the afterlife. Fun!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 7:35 P.M. Local Time

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Everyone's words didn't sway Aloise. People didn't know of the dangers in this world and she wasn't about to let them talk out of something she felt strongly about. The man standing in front of her couldn't be Darren Andrews. While Aloise observed the lack of flare in his eyes, that wasn't the only test in the realm of possibility. Lowering her gun slightly, Aloise fired off a rock salt round, hitting Darren in the leg. It smarted like hell, but that was about it. No classic signs of a monster.

"It's really you, then," Aloise said simply, holstering her weapon. Taking a quick glance around, Aloise's heart sank as she spotted Emmie's body. She had warned Seraphina something like this would happen but she hadn't listened. Now both of them were dead--or not Seraphina, as it seemed. Aloise wasn't really quite sure what to make of all of this. Was time travel even possible? "Where's Liam?" Aloise then asked, as she made her way over to Emmie's body, closing the blonde girl's eyes. She couldn't help but dread the answer to her question--that Liam was somewhere in this tent, dead--but she had to know.

The possessed Daniyal turned, taking in each individual who asked about the Mullo. Had Daniyal's face been visible under the cloak, one might have detected a hint of surprise. "Did you believe that Mephistopheles was working alone? That you are no longer in mortal peril?" Mallory/Daniyal asked. Her tone was like an incredulous teacher, finding out that their advanced math students hadn't learned basic addition. Daniyal/Mallory appeared to pay no attention to the portal in there, though it likely made most of the individuals there nervous. The last adventure with time hadn't turned out so well.

For Cecily, her nightmare seemed to be worsening. Seraphina, as an angel, might have a subtle glimpse as to the cause: the activation of an anomaly in her body. The strange substance wasn't just surrounding Cecily--she was making it. Of course, by the look on her face, Cecily realized what that must have meant. Her thoughts flickered back towards the letter. It was all true, then. All of it. Who she was...everything.

At the doorway, Folly and Fairfax were both peering towards it. While Fairfax's gaze had more of an intellectual curiosity, Folly's had a subtle difference to it. Only those who had been in Coventry and attended the circus regularly, perhaps even worked there, would recognize that subtle glint in Folly's eyes. It had been becoming steadily more and more prominent the older she became--she had her father's eyes. Boris' insanity was slowly making itself known within Folly. But she said nothing to this effect.

"Do you know how to seal the door?" Folly asked, noting that Fairfax's health hadn't started to worsen again. There must have been some damage to time still--or perhaps it had just given up. Fairfax just shrugged, looking a bit helpless. "If I understood how the door was created, perhaps..The principle of microscopic reversibility must hold."

Meanwhile, Carolina's successful in her initial trip. No one seems to be attacking her for once and O.M.E.N. certainly doesn't seem to be in the area--all good things. Cell signal still hasn't returned, but after a bit of searching, she notices a back pack abandoned against a tree. Balance of probability, it belonged to the girl. Maybe she headed into the woods for shelter?

Silver Falls

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Scarlett Cromwell

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Location: Community Center
{"Have fun in hell, bitch!"}

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This entire thing was a sham and as far as Scarlett was concerned, the entire place smelled like rotting, oily, sweaty flesh. She pinched her nose with her hand in order to keep the offending stench from registering, hardly even bothering to pay attention to the FBI agent. She heard the gist of it -- blah blah investigation blah blah curfew blah blah blah. Of course, one thing that Scarlett didn't hear was her own name. And that, in itself, was infuriating. She was Lucy's best friend and they didn't even have the decency to mention that fact during the town meeting? Huffing a bit, Scarlett considered briefly flicking her wrist and making the fire alarm go off, to teach them all a lesson, but she decided against it.

"Okay, everyone, that's enough!" Scarlet wailed, tears pouring down her face. "Lucy, my bestie, is dead. And would she want us to hide inside in sweatpants and cry? Of course not. It's an insult to her memory, people!" Scarlett paused, certain that the entire community center was captivated by her. Her voice had a way of carrying. "In the memory of my best friend, Lucy, I'm going to be hosting a memorial shindig at my house. Think of it like Scarlett-o-ween but, like, a thousand times better. You all better come, otherwise you're as lame as Sniff-and-Scratch over there," Scarlett finished, motioning towards the supposed reporter. "Party starts when curfew goes on, bi-otches!"

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic I feel that. Everyone should be getting split up again shortly!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic Okay. I'm not refusing to give you a summary to be mean or rude - it's mostly because I am incredibly busy this week and I don't have the time to sit down and rehash a post I already wrote. Nallore, Pundii, and Witch Cat all understood the post just fine. I have faith that you'll be able to figure it out.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic I'm unable to do so. Please reread the update carefully and consult Nal if you are still confused

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic You have until the current update hits day 4. So one more day.

[@everyone]: @Nallore will be likely bugging you all about counters this week, since I have two midterms. However, I'll still be keeping track of them!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building F (The Newnans' House)

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Jack forced a smile as he saw Tatiana, though it wasn't too hard. She always made him smile. His eyes then moved to Ray, wondering for a moment if he should ask him to leave. He was one of Newnan's counselors and Jack supposed that Ray would find out about this eventually. It might even be helpful to get a second opinion on how long he had before he went completely batshit. Taking a bit of a deep breath, Jack shook his head as Ray asked if he wanted a moment alone.

"You should probably know this too," Jack explained, but he turned to face Tatiana. He adored just looking at her sometimes, seeing the way she brought light into darkness. "I...I heard Richard. His voice. Like he was still alive, still kickin'...I know this is bad, Tati. So...if you need to lock me up and put me in isolation, I get it. I won't put up a fight."

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)

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A plan? Beatrice raised an eyebrow. She had assumed the general plan was to live for as long as possible, and potentially even avoid killing each other in an insanity fueled rage. Now, if it was an additional plan that Gavin and James had come up with, she doubted it was a good idea. It was likely something that would get them killed, something entirely insane. Otherwise, Beatrice figured the cowboy would have brought his pal with him. She shot a glance over at Ryan, knowing that he was just as in the dark as she was. "It's a suicide mission, isn't it?" Beatrice asked, though her tone made it clear it wasn't a question. She would've appreciated being told before they left Newnan, but she knew that whatever it was, it likely wouldn't have changed her mind.

Death would happen eventually anyways.

And then, something even more random happened: a phone rang. From what Beatrice gathered from the one sided conversation, James didn't understand any Spanish (disappointing, but not surprising) and that he was willing to trust people who knew his dead best friend, even willing to give away their location without discussing it with anyone else. James might have trusted the people on the other end of the line, but that didn't mean the rest of them did.

"If this happens again, don't give away our location without consulting the rest of us," Beatrice said firmly. She understood why James had done it, but this wasn't going to be a group led by James and Gavin. She didn't want any part of that. "No one person should make decisions for everyone. So tell us the plan now or I walk."

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Chloe & Ravi

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Location: Building One (Medical)

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Everyone reacted to death differently and from what Ravi could tell, Niesha was taking it pretty hard. She looked a bit pitiful the way she wrapped her arms around herself and his heart went out to her. He was upset about Miss Sally's passing and he had only known her for a day--less than a day, actually. He knew how hard this had to be for everyone, having occasionally met the families of those victims who he performed autopsies on. It wasn't normal or ideal, but there had been occasions.

"Don't we need Tight Ass to sign off on a run?" Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. Froggy wasn't the second anymore and she didn't want to end up shoveling shit because Ash decided to go on a power trip. Besides, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go on a run with an emotionally unstable Niesha and the new guy. Sure, it would be relatively safe, but in her experience, shit always had a way of hitting the fan.

"And no offense, but Niesha...are you emotionally able to go on a run right now?" Chloe added. People tended to fuck up big time when they were emotional. Chloe knew that from experience. Turning her head as she heard some knocks on the door, Chloe saw her twin enter the room. She assumed that Riley would be off doing work at the moment or tracking down Meg and the others to give them a hand. She wasn't sure what to say to Riley, instead letting the silence remain. That was enough of an answer, wasn't it?