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@Nallore Update will be today ^^


Guinevere Stark

Location: The X-Van
{"Just don't do anything I would do."}


Guin grimaced as she heard Hank's assessment of the situation. With viruses that Magneto had been developing for only a month at most, there was the potential for danger that Magneto had not intended. Assuming that the first virus had been released, they would need to create a vaccine for the second and an antidote for the first. In order to get a sample of the first virus, they'd have to be lucky. Hopefully, Magneto had samples of the first virus on site. She knew that the second had to still be there. Otherwise, she would be dead along with Cassandra -- Magneto would have already released them.

Did Guin find it a bit odd that Pietro couldn't remember the powers of the other mutants? Yes, she did. She was familiar with the abilities of her team - if they didn't know what each other was capable of, then they wouldn't really be a team. It left her with only two conclusions: either Pietro was clueless when it came to the inner workings of the Brotherhood or he was intentionally withholding information.

She liked him, yes, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that there was a serious advantage for Magneto if he could get one of his followers inside the X-Men's ranks. But if Pietro really was still working for Magneto, it wouldn't make any sense that he helped them at the Power Plant. Even if Magneto didn't want them killed, Pietro could have taken them all hostage. The only logical explanation was that Pietro had had a change of heart.

And, of course, that he didn't pay close attention to the other two mutants working for Magneto. Guin glanced at Carolina as the girl went limp. The mission was starting. Her team wasn't too bad: Marygold, Allison, Carolina, and herself. They'd be going down into the lower levels of the lab, while Cassandra's team was sticking to the upper levels. She didn't have any powers herself, but she had cheap tricks and cheesy one liners. They'd get her through this.




@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44
Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:08 P.M. Local Time

~remember, some of you were sent information as to what you know about the Mullo and Hel via PM a while back...~
Coventry Circus Grounds...

"Yes...The costumes are in the side tent to this one," Folly answered. "Hers was the red one with diamonds - you can't miss it. But it's possible they already burned it...I haven't exactly been around since the murder." Folly avoided Seraphina's gaze as she responded, instead looking forward at the mullo with sick fascination. While the others saw the mullo as an evil to be destroyed, Folly felt that she was staring into the mirror, beyond just the physical resemblance. She had the potential to become just as monstrous one day. There was a word on the tip of her tongue, yet she held herself back. It wasn't time yet.

As Seraphina attempts to access angel radio, she'll notice the significantly less number of angels remaining than in her time. It was as if they had been massacred and with each passing second, the signal grew a little fainter. The only strong connection she could feel was to a kumakatok - a connection that Daniyal would feel too. Daniyal could communicate with Seraphina of his own free will, of his own volition, even as his body was possessed.

Eudora will luck out, partially - she does have hawthorn. However, she doesn't have very much. There's less than a handful among her personal possessions. Whatever she uses it for, she'll need to be careful. Otherwise, it won't make much of a difference that she had it in the first place. Meanwhile, Aloise took a sip of the whiskey and coughed, her throat now feeling incredibly scratchy and hoarse.

"Not the lights," Aloise wheezed.

"Fucking hell," Jade cursed. The sounds of tires screeching can be heard on her end of the phone, though the call itself is dropping in and out. It's as if the signal itself is fluctuating and unnatural. "Listen, bub -- important that -- don't -- got it? -- in 10." And then, the line went dead. Should James try to ring Jade again, she won't answer this time. It goes straight to voicemail.

Luck is with Olivia tonight. Not only does she knock the mullo down, but the creature stays limp for a good few seconds. It then initially struggles back against the wolf, reaching to snap its neck. The damage that Olivia had done, unfortunately, was only temporary. It wasn't nearly as potent as the knife attacks. Millicent's blade once more finds its mark, leaving a long gash on the mullo's back. A strange black-blue liquid oozes from the cut, seemingly the mullo's blood. It's definitely starting to weaken a bit, as it takes it a few seconds before it charges at the easiest target in sight - Cecily.

"Hel isn't coming. She's already here."

Outside of Coventry...

Keep on looking down at the ground. It isn't just that everything in a perfect circle is dead - there's a strange emblem that appears to have been scorched into the Earth. It's similar to the insignia conspiracy theorists are fond of showing with crop circles and other supposed signs of alien visitations. But if this really is the result of an alien coming to Earth, where's the alien?

Of course, Carolina may remember some images from her sister's files. These would have been quickly hidden out of sight, but with the Battle of New York, it's hard to hide the presence of the God of Thunder on Earth. Similar symbols to this were burned into the Earth, indicating his arrival. If it really is the God of Thunder who has come, that may be just what Carolina needs, with O.M.E.N. chasing her down. But more importantly, it could be what the people of Coventry need to survive.

Yet of course, Thor isn't the only one who leaves marks like that in the ground...
Arya Rincewind / Violet
{"Never compromise your ideals."}

Roleplays:
I'll be updating here tonight

And also slowly beginning to work on the cut scene from Seven Deadly Sins that'll be included at the conclusion of this RP. Yeah, you read that right! We've got post credit scenes now!
So it's a tie, then. XD Well, both RPs will happen at some point. The only other information I can really give at this point would be the characters I'd have. In Darke Magyke, I'd be playing Arya Rincewind. In Victims of Altsoba, I'd be playing Runa Baldrdottir, Goddess of Secrecy and Falsehoods.





Location: Mournweald Estate (London)




There was a sly glint to Beowulf's dark eyes as he waited in impatient anticipation for the Lady Crypt's answer. There was an almost predatory like quality to him as his eyes were unflinchingly locked on her. The only outward signs that he had even heard Ernest was the tightening of his muscles and his jaw clenching. No one would stand in his way of getting what he wanted right then and right there. But, of course, life always liked to throw curve balls.

His gaze suddenly snapped up when he felt the scorching heat and saw the blinding light out of the corner of his eye. He let out a growl as he was forced to retreat and right when the Lady Crypt was about to state her decision!

Everything that happened was so sudden and had caught Mosi's family by complete surprise. Her family was also forced to pull away to the edges of the distance that the head was barely possible to stand. This was not something they had heard about and the moment the pyre's fire finally ended the confusion was complete." What the..." Mosi's father uttered, his gaze locked onto the now frost covered former blazing white inferno.

"Are... those arrows?!" Ernest asked, noting the way the ashes had spread out, then took a look at the parchment at Virginia's feet." Did you drop that... Lady Crypt?"

Virginia held up a finger to signal for a moment's pause. She first felt the heat still present in the air. While it was not as painful as it had been before, it was not the chill she expected to produce frost. At this temperature, the water should be in the liquid state. There should be no frost. She frowned deeply, wondering exactly what might have caused such an event. Then there was the matter of the arrows, formed from Mosi's ashes. She took note of each direction they pointed in. It would have been appropriate to have some device with her to measure the precise angle, as well as a sketch pad. Unfortunately, she lacked both at this moment.

"No one is to disturb the ashes," Virginia said. "To examine the paper itself...A mixture of alcohol and glycerin should do. Glycerin itself is found in fats and oils. What sorts do you have on hand?" Virginia asked. She slipped on a pair of gloves before bending and gently picking up the burned paper. She didn't dare risk having it disintegrate before her eyes.

No one from the servants in the Mournweald estate dared to approach the ashes even without Virginia's warning. For all of them what had happened was both incredible, meaningful in ways they didn't really grasp and really fearful.

"We have fish oils and animal fats for cooking and the like. Would those do?" Mosi's father asked.

Unlike the others, Beowulf was not the least bit interested in figuring out what had just happened. No, he was always more focused on his own selfish interests. "Who cares about that peculiarity? Surely, the safety of the Viscount Wenwynith is more important at the moment. Now, what is your answer Lady Crypt?" he basically demanded.

Virginia kept her finger held up, as if that was a suitable answer to Beowulf. For Alfred, however, it was anything but. He was holding the young Viscount at the moment, in an attempt to keep him away from being scorched by the flames. Yet even now with the fire extinguished, he still hadn't let go of the young boy. He frowned at Beowulf's remarks. He hadn't been in earshot initially when Beowulf gave his terms, but he realized that there was one thing the man likely wanted more than money.

"You do not have to do this, Virginia," Alfred said sternly, calling her by her first name. Despite having practically raised her, he had always called her Lady Crypt or Lady Virginia. Master James was a staple, though when James was older, it was likely that his title would change in Alfred's mind as well. "Whatever danger Master James is in, it can be overcome without dealings with men like the Talinks."

"Ginny? What's going on?" James asked, looking at his sister with confusion. He didn't understand the terms of the deal that his sister had been given. He was too young to grasp what motivated people and influenced the choices they made. Virginia looked at James with a sad smile. There had been no word yet from Dame Hale and with each minute, she felt the danger growing.

"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc," Virginia said to her brother. As much as she wished to believe Alfred that they could surmount the danger without aid, she knew it was not the case. If she had to become a black widow for the sake of her brother, then so be it. She had long been fascinated with unnatural deaths and enjoyed studying them in the basement laboratory. She would be able to find a way out of the marriage with the Talink boy, one way or another. "Do not fret, dear James. Mr. Crane, those oils should do nicely. Please do fetch them." She paused, yet she did not turn to face Beowulf. "I accept those terms."

"Of course, Lady Crypt." Ernest replied and witheld his frowns at the Talinks. Frankly he was sure his daugther would have already jumped them if she had heard this demand. She was probably going to be throwing her axes or firing arrows at the man until he's gone from her sight. It just made him feel bad about Mosi again. He regretted not being able to do his fatherly duty and protect her.

A devilish smirk of satisfaction and ill intent came to Beowulf's features. Finally, his evil scheme was set into motion, and the rewards of this marriage between the Talinks and the Crypts would be fruitful. Or would it? He was too pleased with himself right now for any form of doubt to cross his mind. As far as he saw it, no one would dare try to undermine his plan, and even if they did, he would easily take them down with a bullet to the head or a knife to the gut. But what if the person who saw to his demise was his own flesh and blood? There were so many questions, but he had no desire to entertain them. No, he wanted to relish in this moment of victory.

"Excellent choice, m'lady," Beowulf replied smugly. He then spun on his heels and began to walk away without another word in typical Talink fashion. Unbeknownst to him, Thalcona didn't budge. She was uncharacteristically quiet throughout the "negotiations." Truth be told, she was in shock, but as the shock wore off, it was replaced by a gnawing feeling of guilt. She should have put a stop to this, but what was she to say? Her father wouldn't have listened. She didn't like any of this. She felt bad for both parties, the Crypts and Thalken. Oh god, Thalken was going to lose it.

Thalcona let out a shuttering breath, glancing over at the young viscount and then at her father who was departing. "Father, I can take first shift to protect the viscount until Thalken can come and take over," she exclaimed. Her voice was oddly monotone as she restrained her emotions. Beowulf stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. He pursed his lips then gave a curt nod in agreement before leaving.

"Have fun with Thalken!" Thalcona called out, disdain leaking into her voice. She then promptly faced the Crypts. Her eyes were dark and brooding but not entirely uninviting.

Some minutes later Ernest returned with the oils. He could have asked the servants, but he felt like doing it himself. He couldn't do anything else anymore for Mosi beside gather her ashes which he was going to do personally again. It was his little girl after all." I brought the oils." He said as he returned to Virginia.



Location: Dressmakers' ---> Tavern, Annan


Once outside of the shop, Maeve took Lady Kirkpatrick's arm. She was beginning to see less and less why Lady Kirkpatrick needed anyone to help her. She was as stubborn and tough as they came. She noted the look Lady Kirkpatrick gave Rory and felt even more confident in her assumption. This job was mostly for show. As soon as she could, Maeve figured, Lady Kirkpatrick would be rid of her. Why have help if you didn't need it, after all? She couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until that happened - hopefully, it'd be enough time to get her job done to the Cummings satisfaction.

"I can 'andle them quite well," Maeve said. She had trained in the usage of a shillelagh and had one among her belongings. She never left home without it. She didn't elaborate much on it, figuring that if Lady Kirkpatrick wanted to know the details of her fake past, then she'd ask. Only lies had details anyways. She held back a sigh as she saw Calum getting chased by one of the cooks, all of her irritation with him coming back. She might have been poked and prodded for hours, but that didn't mean she still wasn't bothered by the earlier situation.
@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@Nallore:

Hey guys! :) I have a quick favor to ask of you all. As you've likely surmised, we aren't going to have a direct sequel to this RP. While we still have a lot more story left to cover, there is the question of which RP I'll be running next. The Seven Deadly Sins is a spiritual sequel to Abandoned Hope and Horrors of Coventry, so that one will happen once Coventry concludes. I also have some plans in the works for RPs inspired by Marvel Comics and Sword Art Online, but those won't be hosted after Strange New Waters in order to make sure they won't contradict events in X-Men: Darkness Rising (since that RP is only in its first arc of about five).

This leaves two potential RPs that could be hosted once Strange New Waters concludes. They're both about equal in the planning stages, though I've only written up the official OOC description for one so far. I'm curious to see which one intrigues you all more:


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