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"I'm not staring at anything," the woman said, raising her eyes to the sky for a moment. She couldn't feel a single thing, yet that itself was the issue. If she could not feel, then she could not be alarmed at the problem. There was an emptiness within her, but it was not troublesome and nor was it welcome. It just was, just like waters that are neither calm nor turbulent. Her name, of course, was Aravis Zacharia, a woman who loved stories and felt things rather deeply. Luisa's psychic attack had robbed her of her sentiments.
Of course, Aravis and Edgard were not alone on the island. On the deck of the Bellona, Harlianne set herself at the task of raising the sails. It was a futile effort to undergo alone but with the death and destruction surrounding her, she figured she might at least try. The sea was her home more than land ever was. The grey mist still lingered over her eyes, as Harlianne's memories left her more and more, until she could not even remember Anastasia as well. She was lucky to still remember her own name.
Harlianne hesitated in her efforts as she saw a blur dart across the waves. It was faster than anything she had seen before and in a moment, it was gone. She blinked and there was nothing there. What she had seen was Anastasia dashing across the waves, inhabiting the body of a mortal woman. For now, the body was strong and holding up. Elissa and Anastasia's bodies are near Edgard and Aravis, should Anastasia choose to collect them.
The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 4:06 PM Local Time
Septima was becoming more and more frustrated with Millicent by the moment. She had spent a good portion of her life learning what she could about this flask and the power it contained. Mr. Alucard had just been another person who heard the tales and wanted it for himself. If she was able to get this power, then she could ascend to become a god, not just a mere mortal anymore. Death was relative. If she could get this power, then nothing would stop her anymore.
"You talk too much," Septima scolded. "With this power, we become gods. You want something, yes? You want life. You want power. I can see it." She then turned her attention to the appearance of the new woman - a blonde. She raised an eyebrow. Only those killed by a result of the flask, from what Septima understood, should be able to take form on the island. She knew the tales of the flask. The flask had no power of its own - it absorbed powers and collected them since the dawn of time. The more souls bound to it, the more there was to be had.
"You pray to Davy Jones. Maybe he'll come for you, but you have no soul," Septima commented. "The flask owns your soul. Where do you think it's power comes from, little girl? Our souls. We all trapped here, no? The power that your friend - the blonde woman - has is from your soul. You want to be enslaved for eternity? Fine."
Of course, Édouard had been understanding relatively little throughout this conversation. All he knew was that Anna had possessed a body, gained some new ability, and then left. Seeing no reason why he couldn't do the same, Édouard sauntered forward and touched the man's body. A vivid flash of memories flooded through him, but instead of Édouard possessing the man, Mycroft Crypt, Lord Dywell, awoke screaming.
His face then broke into an unnatural smile as he spotted Septima. "Sister! How kind of you to drop by while I was around!"
@FantasyChic I'm sorry that it's been getting difficult to post for this. This RP is more character driven than my other RPs, so please feel free to take the reigns and do whatever you like. You've got a lot of free reign and perhaps I haven't made that clear. At any rate, we may do a timeskip soon that'll bring all the groups back together.
EDIT TO ADD: Update will be tonight or tomorrow.
EDIT TO ADD: Update will be tonight or tomorrow.
Midterms are over, the sun is shining, and so forth :D I'll be updating here (hopefully) today. Got some stuff to bring in and out of a contained environment at work, might give me some downtime to do an update. I'll update by tonight and all counters will be reset - thank you for bearing with me during this difficult time.
Location: Dressmakers', Annan
As she entered the shop, Maeve couldn't help but think of how much her sister would adore this place. They had grown up in poverty and were still, arguably, poor. While the gang provided a roof over Maeve's head and work, it didn't elevate them to a high class status. It wasn't too strange, however. They were the sort of people that Clan Cummings would hire to come and spy on Clan Kirkpatrick. They weren't nobles--they were the muscle, the thieves, the schemers. The ones that got their hands dirty. It didn't show on Maeve's face, but she felt extremely out of place in the store.
She wasn't even sure where to begin. Thankfully, one of the poor terrified attendants seemed to be trying their best to avoid any sort of negative reaction from Lady Kirkpatrick. That meant that after a terrified speech that could only be construed as word vomit, they were pretty much ready to begin. Maeve understood the following from the word vomit:
"Guid efternuin, guid efternuin! Ah am glad tae see 'at ye ur daein' weel, quine kirkpatrick an' miss...? we hae th' proper materials oan hain fur anythin' 'at ye main need: dresses, sheen, undergarments, ridicules, robes, overcoats, stockings, nightwaur, an' sae much mair," the attendant rambled. The attendant's accent seemed particularly thick to Maeve, though to a Scot, it likely wasn't nearly so bad. Her mind exaggerated it to a degree. Maeve didn't even get a chance to give the man her name before he threw more information at her, sounding (to her) something like this:
"We've got jist abit everythin' yoo'll be needin'. thaur ur some things we hae oan hain 'at ye can use fur day tae day wear. there's some fabric if yoo're inclined tae sew fur yerself. tak' a swatch aroond if yoo'd loch, but ance yoo're ready, we'll need tae start takin' measurements."
Maeve had barely even nodded in acceptance before the man went into action. A few others in the shop came over to assist him and throughout what felt like a five hour process, Maeve was certain that she had been pricked with no less than five different needles in at least ten different places. It could have just been a half hour process, but to Maeve, it seemed to be far longer than that. It wasn't simply one outfit they were fitting her for -- it was several. What seemed to be a million different pieces of fabric were shown to her, all in different combinations and styles, with even elegant formal dresses on the table. Lady Kirkpatrick had insisted that she was fitted for several of those.
"Aye, de blue wan, a bit too loose, naw, aye, either's gran'," Maeve said throughout the hours, as she was asked a million questions and she began to forget what decisions she had already made. At one point, she must have offended an attendant by calling one piece of fabric purple and not lavender. The colors and the fabrics were beginning to blend together and as she caught occasional glances outside of the window, it was nearly dusk. When they asked if she wanted fabrics to sew, Maeve was so mentally exhausted that it took her a moment to remember if she even could sew.
Finally, what seemed like an eternity and fifty one little jabs with a needle later...
"'at should about do it, Miss O'Connor," the attendant said. Throughout the hours, his accent seemed less and less obnoxious to Maeve. He was practically understandable now. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It probably wasn't the wisest choice in terms of winning Lady Kirkpatrick's favor, but she was entirely worn out from all of the fittings. She didn't understand how the wealthy did this so often. No wonder they tended to be a bit lazy.
Location: Mournweald Estate (London)
Virginia was impressed that Mosi's father appeared to have some strength to him, but it was strength that came too late. Mourning rituals may have been for the dead, yet they could not undo what had happened in life. They did not change the way Mosi's family treated her, how they forced her to hide her true self, or at least, they attempted to do so. She turned her head towards Ernest, knowing that the cremation process would take some time. She was not entirely sure as to what state Mosi's body would be in.
"Very well. Lead the way, then," Virginia said.
"For the time, we've placed her in her room." Ernest explained as he led Virginia and co towards Mosi's room which was on the second floor. Also the reason why she often climbed out the window whenever Mosi and her mother were having huge fights and didn't want to meet each other.
There in the room, Mosi was placed upon her bed, dressed in the buckrobe, her hair was cleaned up and could be seen, but on her face was placed a piece of silk cloth to cover the currently destroyed visage that was once rather charming. The marks of the soulless were still there, no way to close them up. The rest of the room was rather ordinary when you take out the numberous bows and sets of axes laying around. Ernest moved over an pulled wooden case with a pipe on top of it, before returning to Virginia." This's the set of feathers and the pipe she stated to give to you, Lady Crypt." He explained." I will bring the axes in a little while as they were left downstairs when we brought her home."
Virginia nodded. She smiled softly down at the feathers and pipe, accepting them from Ernest. She paused for a moment before handing them over to the care of Alfred. The cremation process was lengthy and would need to begin immediately if the burial were to finish on this day. She then glanced over at Ernest. "It'll be a gruesome sight. We will not be able to burn her remains completely. Large pieces of bone, I imagine, will still be present. Where would you like to begin the process?"
Ernest made a rather confused expression for a brief moment, before he did some thinking and nodded." In the estate's back yard. We can use the firewood and coal stock in the storeroom there." He stated." I will go and take a few servants an father to make the pyre." He added." We've... already said our farewells." Ernest added, meaning that it would be a nice chance for Virginia to do so too alone without Mosi's family around in the room. With a polite bow he moved away from Mosi's room.
"We'll take our leave as well, my lady," Alfred added, as he swept a whining James out of the room and shut the door softly. Virginia chuckled softly. Alfred knew her too well. Virginia approached the bed and knelt beside it, before gently removing the silk cloth from Mosi's face. She took in the now grotesque features, but she was still smiling. "In my family, we believe you only have one true love in your lifetime," Virginia whispered. "We do not limit love to being only sexual--it can be romantic, it can be pure, it can be innocent, it can be for a friend or for a family member. You would be pleased to know, dear Mosi, that we do not limit it by gender as well."
Virginia then took the cloth and placed it over the bottom half of Mosi's face, allowing the dead woman's eyes to be seen. "My one true love is my brother, James. I suspect that you knew that, that I would do anything for him...Yet I cannot deny that some affection could have developed between us. Let me complement the sweet kiss of death," Virginia then finished, her voice inaudible to all. She placed a delicate kiss on Mosi's lips through the cloth before she rose to her feet, removing the cloth entirely. Mosi never was one to hide from the world.
It was time to cremate her.
While Virginia was taking her final moments with Mosi, Ernest, William and 2 servants were busy forming up a funeral Pyre in the back yard, to the most intensely huge disagreement from Mosi's mother and her other sister.
"Stop this!" Mosi's mother called in panic." It's one thing to pull out the official funeral ceremonies I was organazing in the last moment, but this!"
"Just keep quiet already." William growled." It's happening. If you don't want to see, just go inside." He added, gesturing to Ernest to follow as teh pyre was being finished." In addition, Ernest and Bridgitte will be leaving for the colonies as soon as the next arrangements are made." He added, addining another nail into the already hammered coffin that was his wife's dreams for normal funeral and future.
"Lady Crypt?" William called as he knocked on the door of Mosi's room." We're ready outside."
Virginia glanced over at the sound of the knock. William's timing was impeccable. She opened the door and joined the others outside, noticing the curious glance Alfred gave her. She imagined the pair of them would have words to exchange later. He had known her for her entire life and he knew her better than anyone else, better than even James did. "Excellent. The cremation process itself will take hours, so now would be an appropriate time for you to share words and speak of the dead."
William nodded and moments later Ernest also appeared to carry Mosi's body all the way to the pyre outside. It was the final bit of honor her father could give her. He regretted few things in life, but she was not one of them. What he hated was his inability to protect her. Now placed so peacefully on the big pyre, it made him feel a grim pain he never felt before.
"Hmmm..." William made a sound, throwing a look at Virginia." I'm in a way suspecting she's actually not the type to want us to let ourselves grieve. I remember she once told me that when she dies, she'd be finally free to join the spirits. I have no idea what spirits she was talking about though." He added trying to keep calmer, while his sister by the side was openly sobbing and his father was just siletnly watching the pyre that had yet to be lit. How he regretted not speaking with her more now.
"Do you wish the right to start the pyre, Lady Crypt?" Ernest finally asked, after taking silently his last moments and thoughts with his daugther's mortal vessel. One of the servants had brought a rather quickly made torch of sorts that was already lit.
"I believe it should be her family to perform that rite," Virginia said, after a moment of hesitation.
Location: Talink Estate --> Crypt Manor (London)
One cannot deny that life has a sense of irony, and this tale is certainly not devoid of such. While Thalken is attempting to redeem himself by doing something for the greater good, his father is in the trenches of depravity digging a grave for his son's hopes and dreams. If Thalken knew of his father's scheme, perhaps he could have put a stop to it, or perhaps it was just a hopeless case. There are so many possibilities in life but often not enough time to truly entertain them. For now is the time for the present, and we can only pray that the future will be more pleasant than one's current hell.
At the Talink Estate, Thalcona entered the carriage in behind her father Beowulf. They were off to the Crypt Manor post haste to negotiate the terms of a business transaction regarding the immediate protection of the Viscount Wenwynith. Beowulf's letter announcing their arrival was already several leagues ahead of them, and it would seem that it would arrive at its destination well before they did. They had barely made it pass the nearby docks when the carriage came to a abrupt halt. "Why the hell are we stopping?!" Beowulf proclaimed his utter annoyance. Thalcona peeked her head out the carriage window to see what was going on. After a few moments, she pulled her head back in and turned slowly to face her father. The look on her face was indiscernible.
"It's the constables. What did you do?" she stated with an edge to her grim voice.
"Nothing. Yet." Beowulf growled through gritted teeth. A look of exasperation crossed Thalcona's features, and she held her temple between her two fingers. This was great, just great. At least Thalken wasn't here to make this experience even more unbearable. Beowulf and Thalken in a confined space was never fun. It was more testosterone and gruffness than Thalcona could hardly take. She let out a sigh, and her gaze went to the window as one of the constables came over. They were immediately told to step out of the carriage. She could practically taste the tension in the air as they did what was required of them. It was well known that the Talinks were not friends of the law, and as far as she saw it, it was only a matter of time before one of them was either imprisoned or shot dead. Maybe even shot dead while in prison.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Beowulf exclaimed. Thalcona inwardly cringed at his harsh tone. He was never one for making a good first impression, and it only made matters worse that he was pissed about having a business transaction put on hold.
"Where were you--" and so the seemingly endless barrage of questions began. It took some time before they even knew what they were being accused of. Go figure it was for murder. Apparently several bodies had been found at the docks this morning. Thalcona vaguely wondered if Thalken ran across them, as he often liked to walk down the pier in the early hours of the morning. She was glad that he wasn't wrapped up in this mess, hopefully. The questioning went on and on with little to no positive progress on either side. They certainly weren't buying anything Beowulf said. They had a decent alibi given they were at Almack's last night and stayed in all morning. However, it wasn't lost on the law enforcement that they had enough connections in the criminal world to easily hire people to commit the murders. Needless to say, Beowulf was getting them nowhere. Thalcona eventually shot him a look that said stop talking and then she took a crack at it. He grudgingly obliged, and soon enough she was working some minor miracles. No, the constables did not believe that they had nothing to do with the murders, but she was at least able to appease them enough to let the two of them go. That was miracle in and of itself.
After being interrogated for more than enough time, Beowulf and Thalcona were once more on the road to the Crypt Manor. Fortunately, they faced no additional hiccups along the way, and soon enough their carriage pulled to a stop in front of the manor. Beowulf quickly exited the carriage as irritable as ever with Thalcona close behind him.
Within Crypt Manor, most of the servants were attending to their duties. Rumors had quickly flown across the manor as to what had occurred, with a fair deal of the staff looking towards Peter and Miss Evers for information. Of course, Alfred had left specific instructions--he would inform them all once it was pertinent. He ran the household staff and had left Miss Evers in a position of authority in his absence.
"Is that a carriage?" Miss Evers mused as she moved towards the door. She was still wearing her maid's dress, but it was heavily stained with blood at this point. She had Virginia's gown draped over her shoulder, as she had been attempting to remove the stains. And knowing the situation of this household, Miss Evers carried a knife in her left hand, just in case it might be of use. Opening the door, Miss Evers peered out and smiled cheerfully as she spotted the Talinks.
Of course Miss Evers wasn't met with the same level of cheerfulness she bestowed. No, the woman was more or less met with the dark intensity that was characteristic of a Talink. One could say Thalcona was less standoffish and a bit more open than her male counterparts, but depending on the situation, it likely was not by much. "We are here to do business with the Lady Virginia Crypt," Beowulf bit out gruffly. As far as he saw it, there was no need for formalities, particularly towards a mere servant. Meanwhile, Thalcona eyed the woman, immediately taking note of the knife, blood stains, and gown. If Beowulf had noticed the same peculiarities that she did, he certainly did not show it.
"She's out," Miss Evers said simply. She tapped the knife against the door gently, as if it was a signal for Beowulf and Thalcona to be on their way. "Funeral for her friend. Lovely girl. Lots of blood," Miss Evers explained. Mosi's funeral had been announced in the papers. Given how few people were trained in this day and age, perhaps Mr. Talink knew of Virginia's connection to Mosi. That in itself would be enough to let him know to --
"Try the Mournweald Estate," Miss Evers then added, before shutting the door.
Beowulf's visage darkened dangerously. This was supposed to be a relatively simple negotiation, which he had been given the impression was of the utmost importance to the Lady Crypt. And yet, he was hitting roadblock after roadblock. Granted, being stopped by the police had not been the Crypts' fault, but it certainly did little to help his already unsavory mood. He let out what was a mixture of a huff and a growl before spinning on his heels and trudging back to the carriage. Thalcona let out a sigh and followed her father. They then quickly set off to the Mournweald Estate as directed, and fortunately for them no further problems arose.
The Talink's carriage came to a stop in front of the Mournweald Estate. Beowulf and Thalcona wasted little time before stepping out of the carriage out into the smoke filled air. Beowulf's nose scrunched up slightly at the smell, and his dark eyed gaze took in the place with a look of clear distaste. Unlike her father's, it was harder to read Thalcona's expression. One could say she was more or less indifferent. One thing was certain, the two were an interesting and unfortunately rather intimidating sight to behold.
It's been some time since the pyre was set ablaze at the Mournweald estate. In the end William did it himself when Virginia expressed the opinion it was the duty of the family to do it. Afterwards he had stood outside, looking at the pyre for a good while before finally leaving to attend to other duties. Mosi's siblings who were on the closer side of things stood outside without leaving though. Her sister quietly weeping on the side while Ernest standing there before jumping in the building quick, returning with a bundle of soft cloth that revealed quite hte weight to it." Those are her exes, Lady Crypt. As per her will, they are now yours too."
Virginia took the cloth and nodded. Gently undoing the bundle, she looked at the axes that Mosi had used to defend her. Had she not been injured, perhaps she could have defended her friend as well. Yet Mosi had died an honorable death, a warrior's death. Not everyone was as lucky as to die in the defense of those they cared deeply for. Virginia ran her hand along the blade, her index finger opening and weeping blood. She let the blood fall onto the axes before bundling them up with the cloth once more.
James was surprisingly well behaved. Alfred had taken him a fair distance away from the others, in an effort to rein in his hyper nature. James' eyes were wide with excitement as he saw the fire, always begging and begging Alfred to allow him to get a closer look. Alfred had to take a cloth to cover his mouth and nose with, just in order to breathe. James, despite coughing a bit from the smoke, didn't mind. He was enthralled with it.
Out in front of the estate, middle aged man in butler attire noticed the new arrivals and quickly proceeded to go greet them an inquire about their purpose. After all the whole Estate was currently in a little bit of a chaos frankly and whatever semblence of ordinarity existed was currently absend." Welcome to the Mournweald Estate, honored guests. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit?"
James Crypt appeared in a flash out in front of the estate, giggling all the while. A few paces back, a tired and exhausted Alfred chased after him. James loved the fire, but he was a young boy and had a bit too much energy. He had broken off into a run and by coincidence, he found his way to where the Talinks were. Alfred caught up to James a second later, his lips pursed a bit with displeasure. He didn't approve of the Talinks by any means.
"Are you here to see the body burn too?" James asked.
Beowulf's dark eyed gaze held such an intensity and predatory like quality to it as he took in the people who trickled out to meet him. The man was much like his son Thalken in both appearance and mannerisms. The only difference was that there was a good and decent man below Thalken's cold exterior, but there was only an endless chasm of darkness inside Beowulf. He would ultimately devour everything and everyone he came into contact with, and yet it would never be enough for him. One would do well to fear the Talink name because of him. "We are here to negotiate with the Lady Virginia Crypt, per her request," he stated gruffly as a sly smirk came to his features.
"I understand, please follow me. Lady Crypt's in the back yard." The butler from the estate replied politely gesturing for them to follow. The house was already in chaos and Ernest had warned him to send away any and all funeral visitors from other families. That said these people were visiting Virginia and the butler didn't like the sight of the man too much, not that he would let it show on his face.
"Lady Crypt, these have come to meet you. It appeared important so, I took the liberty to guide them." The butler explained when they reached the back yard. Then he quickly moved over to Ernest's side whispering something to him before excusing himself. He had to report to William as well.
Virginia was not confused nor surprised to see a Talink here so quickly. If anything, she was a bit surprised if had taken them this long to come. There was blood in the water, so to speak, and those who made their living off of blood hardly hesitated to run to it. Yet she also found it tacky to go to a funeral for a business conversation. It was not often that one got to enjoy all that mourning had to offer, to dance a mamushka and to remember fondly those who went on to the next sweet adventure this world had to offer.
"Very well," Virginia said curtly. "To business then, it appears," Virginia said, not moving. She did not leave the side of the funeral pyre. Mosi's body was almost at the point where no more cremation would be possible. Darkness threatened to fall, yet the flames and embers provided decent light. "What is your price, then?" Virginia asked. There was no reason to beat around the bush.
Beowulf's smirk grew a bit at Virginia's quickness to get straight to business. Finally, the right circumstances had come about that would allow him to enact his master scheme and to see to fruition what was possibly his greatest ambition. Ultimately she couldn't refuse his terms as to do so would likely mean the death of her brother James, the Viscount Wenwynith. He had backed her up into a corner, and she didn't even realize it. One could say the wickedly evil man felt like a kid in a candy store right now, but of course that didn't show outwardly. "I am afraid that gold will not suffice this time, Lady Crypt. No, I have a greater, more personal, price in mind. I will see to the protection of the Viscount Wenwynith on one condition. You must marry my son, Thalken," he replied.
William had arrived just moments later after being informed by their butler about Virginia's guests and their meeting. He did manage to hear about their demand for price though. Ernest by the side looked rather not pleased with the situation." Please excuse my lack of manners and my innability to welcome you earlier. My name's William Crane. We weren't expecting guests right now, but I do see you've got important discussion to make." He stated." Should I requests of the servants to prepare a room where you could talk in private?" Though despite saying that he was having some reservations. Maybe his innability to protect Mosi was making him want to help Virginia instead now. He was halfway through asking if she'd wish for her brother to accompany his children to the colonies, but managed to stop himself from butting in their problems.
Got ahead on studying for the physics exam tonight. Going to use my hour break between class and staff meeting to finish up my cases and get them posted here.
Dorothy Pender
Location: Prometheus - Outside Anisa's Office --> Cargo Bay
Dorothy headed on her way, mentally rehearsing what she was going to say to Anisa. She would first let the Captain say her part and then Dorothy would give a full explanation of the day's events, as well as her own feelings that she was not adequate for the post of second in command. Her conversation with Daphne had taken longer than she realized, but she figured that it would be good for Daphne in the long run. Some honest talk and then a punishment of cleaning all the weapons on the ship - that ought to be the proper amount of tough love for her sister.
But by the time Dorothy made it to Anisa's office and knocked on the door, there was no response. She stood there at parade rest for a few minutes, before she realized that she had been too late once more. It seemed to be the theme of the day--she was always just a little too late to what duties she needed to accomplish. Her heart sank and Dorothy sighed, blinking back moisture that had formed in her eyes. Anisa's temper was likely to be enflamed by now. She didn't blame her.
Dorothy wiped at her eyes with her hands delicately. It could've been allergies, but she knew better than that. It was the third time today that she had let her best friend down. Taking in a deep breath, Dorothy remembered that people were talking about going out that night. Knowing Anisa's love of fashion, Dorothy figured the captain wouldn't pass up a chance to dress in her finest and go out on town. She hesitated, thinking through the route she had taken throughout the ship, before vaguely recalling how to get back to the cargo bay. Maybe she'd catch Anisa before she left. If not, she could spend her evening reading and playing solitaire. She avoided bars and alcohol as a bit of a policy--she had spent too much of her childhood taking care of drunks and didn't care to spend any more time doing that.
"Captain?" Dorothy called out as she made her way into the Cargo Bay. She heard a few voices outside and imagined that Anisa might've been among them. If she really was going out with the others, this would be a good place to meet up.
Fitz Townsley
Location: Lady Luck's
Fitz had been walking in a random direction for quite some time. Or at least, he believed that it was the case. He had started pondering and thinking to himself, tracing structures of molecules in the air in front of him. Primarily, he was thinking on heteroaromatic compounds and their various uses. He was musing over aromaticity and benzofusion, thinking about the unique reactivity and structures, even recalling Frost diagrams. To most that past him in the street, he likely appeared to be a little deranged, his finger darting in front of him in strange patterns.
But to Fitz, it was like he was drawing in the air. He was visualizing the ring current effect produced by benzene that deshields its hydrogens. He could see it in front of him clearly, as if it truly was there. He could construct for himself the Dirac model and he could see the catalytic cycles. For one reason or another, his mind had fallen into a chemistry rabbit hole. It wasn't until he found himself walking, entirely oblivious, into the doors of Lady Luck's did he look up and notice his surroundings, a bit startled.
Back on Osiris, there was no real danger if he walked while he thought. The university campus was very safe and he was never truly lost. But here...Well, Fitz realized sheepishly that he should've been paying more attention. But now that he was here in Lady Luck's, he wasn't sure if he should stay or not. Royus had recommended he try this place and he was here already...should he?
Okay, think everyone has posted. Depending on how studying goes, update will be Tuesday morning at the latest. Counters will reset when I post.
Jack Hudson
Location: Building F (The Newnans' House)
Jack smiled uneasily back at Tatiana. He really did like the name Sally James as well. It had a certain charm to it, one that he felt that his and Tatiana's kid would definitely live up to. It had plenty of potential for nicknames as well, in case the kid didn't like it. No, he felt uneasy because he hadn't told Tatiana what had happened yet. He had been so shaken over seeing Dick that he had forgotten that Tatiana and Ray didn't know. He wasn't sure how to break the news to them what had happened, but being direct was likely the best way to go about it.
Jack took in a deep breath, before looking directly at Tatiana, his eyes then moving over to Ray. He hesitated, hearing Ray mention his offer to babysit. "That'd be great," Jack said, mulling over the name Sal. He liked it, but Sally James was definitely his preference. If only they'd be so lucky as to get a little girl. But there was no point in delaying the inevitable - they had to know.
"Listen, uh, 'bout Miss Sally...She isn't hurtin' no more," Jack said quietly. "She's gone."
Beatrice Decker
Location: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)
She took James' hand, giving it a firm shake, before settling back in. She never let the darkness eat at her. If anything, she lived in harmony with it. There was no sense in trying to fight who you really were. It allowed her to survive. She would continue to use it when it suited her--bottling it away wasn't an option. There were things she had done in life that were despicable. Despite being on the side of the good guys (Newnan), that didn't mean that she was one of them.
Beatrice smirked at Ryan's comment. Sometimes, she wondered how the people of Newnan would've fared in the situations she and Ryan had been in. They were living sheltered lives in the apocalypse, but downtown and in the prisons, there wasn't much shelter to be had. She imagined that a good half of them would crumble and that the other half would discover an inner darkness that they didn't know existed. She continued thinking along these lines for a little while after they had started driving, but then she went to mostly observing their surroundings, taking in the lay of the land, as they continued to drive. It wouldn't be long now, she imagined, until they met the person on the other end of the phone.
Chloe & Ravi
Location: Building 6 (the Armory)
Chloe smirked a bit at the label on the bin Ravi was allowed to collect a knife from. She couldn't help but expect the man to protest, but Ravi was perfectly content with the choice of a knife. He preferred it to a gun. With a gun, he couldn't help but feel the weight of a person's life in his hands. A knife though, it had a variety of uses. It wasn't specifically designed to kill--at least in his opinion. "No protest? Alright, tough guy," Chloe commented, before heading over to the stack and grabbing one. "You know how to use this, right?"
"Not too different than a scalpel," Ravi replied cheerfully. He didn't seem too bothered by Riley's comment about Chloe being on the other side of the law. Lots of doctors ended up abusing substances. It was normal. Chloe rolled her eyes, not buying Ravi's insistence that he could use a knife. This was fantastic then. Her sister, a moody ginger, and a useless British doctor. What could possibly go wrong? She couldn't help but feel that they'd have a better chance if it was just her and Riley. She was skeptical that Niesha and Ravi would be safe outside of the walls.
Chloe then went to collect the other items that she'd need. She grabbed a pack and started to load it up with her personal weapons: a pocket knife and her pistol. She doubted she'd need any other weapons beyond that for a run. It had kept her alive for about three years. It should be able to handle a few hours tops outside of the walls of Newnan. She grabbed a flashlight as well, figuring that any place that kept embalming chemicals likely wouldn't be the most inviting and that they'd need something to light up the place with. Once she finished, she then headed over to Jim with her pack.
"This fine?" Chloe asked. She wanted to get this over with. She nodded a bit as Niesha left, with the girl explaining she'd meet them at the gates. She didn't see why the couldn't all walk over together but it was a mute point. There was no sense in arguing about it.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Cecily nodded at Natasha's explanation. She never had been big into drinking. Sure, sometimes she enjoyed a little something sweet, but it was unusual. In college, she never had been the type to go to parties. The only alcohol she ever used was ethanol--and that was just in order to finish off the use of Grignard reagent. None of her friends had been especially into partying either. The few that did had tried to take her out, but she never quite enjoyed herself. She was more content to stay at home and watch a good show, read a good book, or catch up on homework.
Thanks, Deadpool Cecily thought for a moment at Thalia's explanation. She had wrinkled her nose slightly at the graphic explanation of how sex worked. She wasn't interested in sex and beyond that, the entire process seemed messy. Too many fluids. "I'm not that sheltered...," Cecily replied lightly. "I'm an asexual chemist. Don't get into that scene very often," Cecily then added, clearly teasing slightly. She didn't plan on drinking as heavily as Natasha described. She felt like a drunk comic book nerd wasn't what people wanted at a funeral. Having her go on and on about why Age of Ultron wronged Pietro Maximoff wasn't something that she expected would be taken well. Or her insistence that Firefly really did deserve at least three more seasons.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
"Oui, oui, merci beaucoup," Iris said, taking the file from the orderly. She smiled at him, attempting to put him at ease, but the woman in the room with her had killed an orderly the day before. It was natural for him to be a little bit afraid of Jaina. Opening up the file, Iris skimmed through Jaina's history. She had been born to a military family, the twin sister of a renowned neuropsychologist. She had undergone experimental treatment at the age of 28 after a circus accident that had resulted in brain damage. The therapy only pushed her over the edge and she had been charged with second degree murder, only to be acquitted for mistrial.
"Did they speak Russian in the circus, Jaina?" Iris asked, moving towards the patient notes section of the file. She understood the basics of Jaina's background and she couldn't help but feel that was the answer. Most schools didn't teach Russian in the United States from what Iris understood, yet Jaina had to pick up the language somewhere.
The blonde woman paused for a moment, her expression turning rather serious. "Вы не изучаете русский язык. Русский учит вас," Jaina giggled, before her eyes went wide for a moment. She had told Nurse Cratty she'd stop with the Russian, but then again, the woman wasn't here. It was just her and this annoying doctor. "Why so serious, doctor?" Jaina asked, still giggling as if Iris had done something rather funny.
"Let's put a smile on that face~!"
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