Morose

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:49 PM Local Time

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What makes for a good story? Is it the plot, the action, the heroes, the lovers, the villains? Does it need to be performed or is the written word just as powerful? Those are apt questions to pose, but I have another: need it make sense? Need it be comprehendible, something that can be explained simply and tied up with a sweet little bow? Need there be nothing inexplicable, nothing peculiar?

If that's the case, then I am afraid this is simply not a good story. No, my friends, this is a horrifying tale. It is a death rattle. It is the last stroke of the clock before midnight. Save the monologues, save the critical analysis, leave it all behind! Blood will have blood. Power comes with a price. Happiness gives way to suffering. Life is conquered by death. Love is spoiled by hate and jealousy. Trust disappears as animosity grows. That's the tale we are here to tell. Nothing more, nothing less.

As Edgard made a detour on his way to the docks, there was a brown skinned woman sitting on a crate along the same path. She stared forward blankly, as if in some sort of trance. Maybe it was the shock of the blood and carnage--bodies littered the ground here. Edgard had deduced a loss of sanity for himself - why couldn't this be happening to her?

"How uncouth of you, Edgard," Alisanne's voice whispered, until in the next moment she stood beside him once more. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, with a bloody smear then forming on her forehead. "I suppose I should offer some proof," she said, sighing with exasperation. "Watashi wa anata no tame ni anata o koroshimasu." It was near perfect Japanese. Alisanne and Margot used to communicate in a variety of languages other than French as children, in order to isolate their brother. Japanese had been Alisanne's favorite.

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The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:49 PM Local Time

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Septima shook her head slightly. "No. Second death is far worse," she said simply. She didn't give any explanation for her words or any sort of indication as to why she knew what she did. To Septima, she was simply telling the truth. And at any rate, she was far more interested in the flask.

Anastasia seemed to be lucky so far. The liquid in the flask had a bitter metallic taste to it. It had a strange sensation that quickly enveloped Anastasia's entire body, until it would feel like a swarm of bees were underneath her skin. Yet at the same time, it was relatively painless. It was like she had gained a new muscle, one that was begging to be used. Should she try, she can move at incredible speeds--speeds that would allow her to hold her own against Pietro Maximoff, had they had the fortune to meet.

"What gift did the flask give you?"

Silver Falls

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Scarlett Cromwell

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

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Yes, it was irritating that the agent clearly wasn't writing down her each and every word. Scarlett couldn't help but feel disappointed in the agent. She could've had some real fun with him, especially given that he wasn't too hard on the eyes. She masked her reaction to his next question. A connection to the supernatural? Well, Scarlett was a bonafide witch. And not a particularly nice one.

I guess I'll have to kill this loser Scarlett thought. She'd wait until later that day, in order to make it look like an accident, just another unfortunate happening in this town that was quickly going to hell. He'd have to say hi to Lucy for her. "Yeah, she did," Scarlett quipped. "She had a fairy godmother and she'd scream bippity-boppity-fuck you." Scarlett glanced around for a moment, resisting the urge to loosen the light fixtures, just to see if one of them could crash down and hit the agent.

"You're really bad at your job," Scarlett scoffed. "Maybe you'll be the one to die next, hmm?"

Silver Falls

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Merchant Area

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With the shops seemingly cycling through who was open and who was closed, Fitz did another glance around to see if any of them caught his eye. Sadly, none of them quite managed to do so. They just didn't have anything to draw him in like the toy store had. If there had been an engineering shop, that would've been another matter entirely. He hadn't left home too long ago, but he did miss getting to fix a machine. One of his few friends at university had been the same way - she adored machines, preferred them to people. Fitz didn't mind it. He could understand her interest in mechanics and systems better than he could understand society.

He decided to leave the merchant area - at least for now. Royus had suggested that he try Lady Luck's, but Fitz wasn't quite sure yet if he was ready for that caliber of place. It sounded to him like someplace rough, someplace where luck was definitely a fickle friend. Of course, he could've easily just been imagining it. It could've been the safest place in the 'Verse for all he knew. Fitz's unconscious prejudice, engrained in him from childhood, caused him to believe that a place where Browncoat smugglers and the likes went in the evenings was likely dangerous. He still didn't even realize that there was a mark out on him.

Eventually, Fitz decided he had nothing better to do than to walk to his left - east, from where he was standing - and see where it took him. It'd be another little adventure in the grand scheme of things.

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The Pender Sisters

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Location: Prometheus

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All things considered, Anisa seemed to be fairly calm. Dorothy felt relieved for a moment, until she realized that Anisa was likely going to chew her out later, just not in full view of the rest of the crew. She nodded and accepted her orders, gathering up her belongings before heading into the ship. She made her way to her assigned room and placed her items on the bed. She could unpack them and catalog them later.

As Anisa had eloquently reminded her, she had duties to attend to. She'd need to be able to think up an appropriate punishment for her sister, in order to reprimand Daphne for leaving the ship earlier without permission or even notifying anyone she had left. Taking a deep breath, Dorothy decided to improvise slightly. The appropriate punishment would come to her when the time came.

Heading out of her room, Dorothy moved about the ship until she finally spotted Daphne. She took a bit of a deep breath before clearing her throat. "Daphne? Need a word with you."

Daphne looked over when she heard her sister's words. She had been thinking of speaking to Dorothy for a while, but she had just gotten back to the ship and all. The way her sister spoke though worried her slightly, and figured that she would probably get yelled at or spoken sternly to at the very least. This was not going to go well, she could already tell. "Hey sis, what do you need?" she asked, hesitating slightly in her words.

Dorothy noticed the hesitation in Daphne's voice. In some ways, it would've been easier if her sister was entirely oblivious as to what she had to say. It would've been great if Daphne didn't agree as well. Then a punishment would be easier. But already, Dorothy couldn't help but feel the beginnings of guilt. As she looked at her sister, she saw the young woman she had left behind on Boros when she enlisted. She saw the girl she didn't protect.

"It was unacceptable earlier when you left the ship without permission," Dorothy said. "We needed your help and instead, you went off. Almost the same as the stunt Genevieve had pulled the other day." She paused. This was it - she had to come up with a suitable punishment for her sister. Anisa told her it would've had to be on par with a punishment Jackson would've come up with. "You'll be cleanin' every piece on this ship. Start with ones not in use, then go person to person and let them know that you'll be doin' this. Report to me when you've finished. Should be supplies in cargo - might want to ask Atticus if they aren't there."

Ah, now she understood why Anisa hadn't yelled at her yet. She had asked Dorothy to do it, guess it made sense in a way. She was fine being punished for it, she knew she deserved it, but Daphne had never really liked being told what to do by her sister who had left her back home while she joined the military. Dorothy got to leave home quickly, while she had been stuck, left behind and she hated her sometimes for that.

She loved her sister, but sometimes she got on her nerves. This was one of those times, and it was not helping. Daphne also did not like being compared to Genevieve either, since the woman had left by now and from what she had heard it had been really bad and ended with Gene almost getting shot or something like that. "Fine, whatever. Knew something was coming anyway. Though I expected it a while ago," she said, looking away from her sister.

"Mei-mei...What's going on?" Dorothy asked, her tone softening considerably. "We're all worried about you - even the captain." It was the truth, mostly. Dorothy knew how Anisa felt about her sister's maturity and she was certain the rest of the crew had noticed as well. She had handed out the punishment and fulfilled her duty to Anisa. Now it was time to fulfill her duty to Daphne, to be there for her sister.

"Nothing's wrong Dory, I'm fine," she responded, looking at her. Daphne gave a little smile, she doubted that Anisa was actually worried about her of all people when she was worrying about the ship. She doubted as much about the others too, since they were probably worrying about possibly getting caught by the Alliance or something. "Besides, I really doubt anyone but you worries about me".

She smiled a bit back at her sister. "You'd be surprised," Dorothy said. "People care about you more than you know, mei-mei." An announcement went off that there were light refreshments available, but Dorothy wasn't done attending to her responsibilities just yet. Her next stop was to meet Anisa in her office.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building F (The Newnans' House)

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Jack nodded at Tatiana's words. They were things that he had thought he had already internalized. Sure, he had an incredibly overprotective nature, but...Well, the Massachusetts native didn't like to think about those fears and those doubts. Perhaps he had been repressing them all this time, but he couldn't help but doubt it. He had gotten married the day before. But then again, with all of the death and the fact that he had heard Dick's voice...Maybe Tatiana was right.

Maybe he was afraid of becoming a father? He never had a male role model growing up. His own father had been a piece of shit. As soon as he was old enough to understand, Jack would refuse to see his father. He hardly ever saw his own siblings, his half-sisters. He had meant to go connect with his half-sister Georgiana before the outbreak - she had made it big in college hockey, apparently - but the undead had gotten in the way of that. His mother died as well. Too much loss.

"Yes, ma'am," Jack responded.

He forced a bit of a smile at Ray. Thinking about his own doubts and fears wasn't easy. "We're thinkin' James - maybe wanna tack on Sally there or somethin'. I think somethin' Russian would be good as well."

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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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Beatrice cracked a smile at James' comments. "James, you haven't met my demons yet. I can handle your darkness. The real question is if you can handle mine," Beatrice pointed out. She was from Justice after all. She was publicly a process server, but her real job was finding anyone and everyone. Sometimes it was to help out a gang or an organization. Sometimes it was to help grieving family members. It didn't matter to her, as long as she got paid. Her own preservation came first at all times.

Helping James fight Eden was probably one of the few selfless acts of her lifetime. As James told Gavin about the various weapons they have, Beatrice's eyes swept over the items in the truck once more. She hadn't managed to finish taking stock by any means, but she had been able to assemble a partial list. "This inventory isn't complete, but we have," Beatrice began, before rattling off a partial list of the items in the truck.

Beatrice then rolled her wrists and cracked her knuckles. They were feeling a little stiff and she preferred to have them loose, ready for anything. There was a reason she worked as a trainer in Newnan. She knew how to fight, how to survive. She could've been the poster child for the gritty survivalist, except for the fact that Beatrice would hate for her photograph to be taken. In her line of work, anonymity had been a useful tool. It was easier to find people when you weren't recognizable.

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Chloe & Ravi

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Location: Building 6 (the Armory)

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"Oh? Me too!" Ravi eagerly added, before realizing how poorly worded that had been. "I mean, I investigated crime. I sent a lot of blokes off to prison." But unfortunately, it hardly seemed to amuse Chloe. The ginger shot him a look that basically was a mixture of you said that already and what the hell, man? Had Ryan been there, she likely would've either complained to him about the Brit or asked him to make Ravi buzz off. Likely both on a day like this. She wasn't in a people friendly mood.

"Nothing different than when you were here a few minutes ago," Chloe replied to Riley. It hadn't been long since she had seen her twin - they had just left medical not too long ago. Nothing shocking or surprising had happened, beyond the Brit constantly repeating things she already knew. Honestly, straight men. They could be so irritating.

"Yo, Jim! Need weapons for me and the Brit. On the same detail as Niesha," Chloe said, walking quickly over to Jim as soon as she had spotted him.

"What she said," Ravi said to Riley, forcing a bit of a smile. "The plan is the same as before - pop on over, get the chemicals I need to embalm Miss Sally, and return here in time for supper."

🦄 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 had to stifle a laugh at Natasha's bluntness. While she hadn't really known anyone with cancer, she never associated cancer patients with sarcastic comments. It was a nice bit of humanity in the doctor - she wasn't exactly who Cecily had expected her to be. But then again, hardly anyone in Justice seemed to be the way they appeared. Her rockstar roommate had killed a serial killer in self defense. The cops were crooked or knee deep in secret organizations. Caesar had a priest for a brother. The only one who was exactly as they appeared was Wallace - the man was dead, but it didn't change the fact that he had been incompetent.

Of course, any humor Cecily found in the situation vanished when she saw the red eyes of their chauffeur. This wasn't a time to make light of anything. Spotting the basket in the woman's hand, Cecily couldn't help but feel like they ought to be the ones giving her things, rather than the other way around. Alicia had been someone important to her, while Cecily and (as far as she was aware) Natasha didn't know her.

She nearly gagged, however, at the question as to whether they were fucking Caesar. Sex never interested her and it generally didn't repulse her - no, the scary thought was the idea of being that with Caesar. Cecily didn't know if she had a type but she was fairly certain Caesar wasn't it. She sometimes romanticized fictional characters but more often than not, she'd rather be friends and family with Wolverine or Hermione Granger or whoever than lovers.

"I'm...I don't know what that means," Cecily admitted. Diving for a worm? It didn't make much sense to her. However, she made a mental note to go and do the candle ritual thing whenever Natasha seemed up to it. They had all night, from what the woman had said. And surprisingly, the fact that the patron saint was Death was a bit comforting - it matched up more with her mental image of Caesar and his background.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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"Mitochondria," Jaina blurted, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room. Iris was standing near the door, a good five or six feet away from Jaina. It seemed to be a decent enough precaution, at least until the orderly arrived with the file. It'd take at least five minutes, Iris figured. With the events of yesterday, she doubted it was a high priority in the grand scheme of things.

"I beg your pardon?" Iris asked.

"It's the powerhouse of the cell~" Jaina said, as if that explained everything.

Iris shook her head slightly, not sure exactly what to think. She may have been educated in England, yet she was familiar with that meme online. For some reason, Americans found a lot of humor in that little statement. It only made partial sense to her, but in this scenario, Iris wasn't certain how it all related. The woman seemed to be bouncing all over the place, going from statements that seemed to be about Cynthia's kidnapping to the taste of strawberry dole whips. Needless to say, Iris' professional opinion was that Jaina was not in good mental shape.

"I know other things too," Jaina added. "Liiiiiike this job, this place, it bums you out, doctor~ You ever think about letting loose? Putting your hair down? Just feeling the colors and the sound and the birds and the bees and the knives?" Jaina giggled a bit. She squirmed a bit, but the straight jacket kept her restrained.

"Every job has periods of stress," Iris said politely. There was a knock at the door and after a few exchanges between her and the orderly, Jaina's file had finally arrived.

"But you should just be haaaaaappy," Jaina insisted, as Iris started to flip through the file, looking for the general patient summary, points of contact, reason for confinement, etc. Anything that might give her some understanding of her patient and the woman's use of Russian.

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The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: Inside Town Hall

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The ghost seemed to have vanished, a fact that only served to irritate Jenna. Pulling out her phone, she was tempted to send a follow up text, but she figured that radio silence would likely keep Finn and Dec from coming back to town hall any time soon. It'd be interesting to see how long it took them to get out to the mine - how much of a rush they really ended up being in. If it took them too long, she might even be offended.

"What the hell..." Jenna murmured, as she felt something on the underside of the desk. It seemed to be a button. Pressing it gently, she heard something click. Raising an eyebrow, Jenna scanned over the desk, before trying each drawer. The bottom one gave way. She made a bit of a face as she saw the contents - weird voodoo witch shit. Taking it all out of the desk, Jenna glanced around the room before finding a bag and shoving them all inside. She had flipped through the book briefly and only determined that Mayor Ryder had some weird ass hobbies. There was a shop across town that might have some answers for her. She had considered going there before, in order to talk to someone about the things she saw, but she hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Well, better late than never.