Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

I'll be posting tomorrow ^^

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

I'll be posting tomorrow ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:17 P.M. Local Time

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~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...

Olivia's situation is becoming more and more grim by the moment. Her injuries continue to worsen, as the internal bleeding is more extensive than originally suspected. Olivia's vision may be clouding and the world does seem to spin, but she isn't quite alone. In the corner of her eye, she can see an elegant figure dressed in white. There are myths that sometimes, right before one's time has ended, they can stare into the face of Death itself - the face of the angel called Azrael.

Aloise nodded at Darren's question. It didn't occur to her that this version of Darren was clueless as to the inner workings of Hell. It hadn't been her first time going there and she assumed that they had discussed it at some point. However, in reality, Aloise hadn't mentioned what Hell was like to Darren until less than a week before the pair broke up. He wouldn't have known about her experiences there, beyond the fact that she was conveniently listed as dead by the United States government. "Yes. All of the Aesir...," she paused for a moment, before coughing once more. Her speech was getting stronger, but not much. "They're kept in cages there. But hers...hers was empty."

Any hunter, however, will recognize the term Aesir. It's a bit of jargon, one that has fallen out of use in the last few decades. The Aesir are a class of deities - some of the most powerful in the cosmos. It was thought that hunters had driven them to extinction back in the 60's, as there hadn't been any sightings in decades. All Norse deities, such as Hel, would have been classified as Aesir back then. It was thought today that only the weaker class, the Vanir, remained. The Judeo-Christian deities were the biggest problems for hunters nowadays.

Seraphina's idea is a good one, but with so many people attempting to distract the mullo, the results are less than desirable. Eudora's attempt at placing hawthorn berries within the mullo's wound elicits a dark cry of pain from the creature, one that shakes the foundations of the earth. Lighting fixtures are shaken loose along with riggings, crashing into the ground. While none of them hit anyone directly, the lights shatter on impact, with glass flying everywhere. Shards embed themselves in Cecily, Fairfax, Folly, the Ringmaster, Daniyal, James, Aloise, Lilith, and Millicent. None of them hit major organs, thankfully. It could have been much worse.

Understandably, the mullo staggered after Eudora. Its blood was oozing from the surfaces where Eudora kept the berries and its movements are considerably slower. Each step seems to take an enormous amount of work for the being. Yet even with that, the mullo reaches Eudora before she can try to heal Millicent and Olivia. No healing spells succeed. Both girls remain just as injured, if not more so, than before.

At James' taunt, the mullo abandoned Eudora after knocking her aside, turning its head sharply with another strangled cry. But then it spotted Katsumi and charged after the young girl. With so many people attempting to attract its attention, it's nigh impossible for anyone to effectively chase it towards the door.

"EVERYONE CLOSE YOUR EYES, NOW!" an unfamiliar voice screams. In a second, the room is blinding. If anyone's eyes are open, it's like staring directly into the sun. It will be blinding - literally. Yet while this does not hurt the mullo, it makes it impossible for anyone to detect any movement. By the time the light has cleared, a ginger woman stands over the mullo, repeating a phrase over and over again.

"Amiyra. Amiyra. Amiyra..."

James will recognize her. She's Edwina Fairfax.

Outside of Coventry...

On the road to Coventry, one rental car is going perhaps a bit faster than is legally allowed - at least thirty over the limit, if not more. Its driver, MI13 agent Jade Cornish, has her phone sitting on the seat next to her. With it is a collection of firearms, with even more potential weapons in the trunk. If there was one thing America was good for, it was access to firearms. They were incredibly easy to come by. As she sped towards Coventry, she could make out a figure in the center of the road.

"Unbelievable..." Hel murmured, holding out her hand. There wasn't enough time for Jade to stop the car, but when the car collided into Hel, the goddess didn't move. Instead, the car was launched forward, crashing down onto the pavement more than a hundred yards away. Its alarm went off, before wearily dying. There was no movement, no indication of life.

As for Carolina, she will be able to locate Guin in the woods. The girl is reading up in the tree at the moment, but Carolina will need to act quickly. Her skull has been cracked open. She needs medical attention - as soon as possible. Otherwise, her sister may have a funeral to attend.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Trip to North Newnan
Riley, Chloe, Ravi & Niesha

Location:Funeral Home, North of Newman

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Niesha glanced down the stairs when they reached them, hesitating another moment, shining her flashlight down them, noting the darkness that seemed to be waiting to swallow them whole, like some sort of monster sitting there with its mouth gaping wide open for its pray to slink in. Like a Whale. And she was letting her mind drift again.

"No time like the present" She muttered, starting down the stairs after waiting a moment to see if there were any walkers attracted to the light. She climbed down the stairs carefully, holding her flashlight tightly, ready to use it as a weapon. It seemed pretty hefty. At the least, she could use it to dent a skull. Which could give her the time to get her knife out.

A scent caught her attention, and she very nearly decided to turn around. It was... pungent, to say the least. What had failed, with the lack of power? The freezes for bodies? If that was the case, maybe there were dead here after all... she shook her head of that thought, holding her breath a moment. It smelled like...

The latrines in her first community before they'd managed to get some semblance of plumping working. Only worse. Like... rotting meat, stale water... old blood. The smell of unwashed bodies, and sickness. "That" Niesha said, "is a rather unique combination of smells" She spoke softly, as if afraid of waking... something up.

Ravi took in a good sniff, before nodding. He recognized that heavy stench - it was something to be expected. Whenever the drainage system in the morgue was (god forbid) backed up and got contaminated, those bodily fluids created this awful stench. It wasn't going to get any better the further they went, he knew that for sure. "It's contamination from biological materials in the drainage system," Ravi explained quickly. Thinking for a moment, Ravi reached into his pocket and pulled out his set of gloves, before offering one to Niesha.

"Here - place this over your nose. It'll help a tad bit," Ravi explained. It would mean they'd both be down a hand, but he couldn't help but be a bit concerned about the air they were breathing in down in the basement. Placing his glove up against his nose, Ravi jumped a bit as he heard...singing. It was the duet he and Gavin had sung the previous day. And just like the previous hallucination, it was Gavin's voice he heard, singing the part of the Nazi.

You're not real. You're not real, Ravi thought to himself, repeating it over and over again in his mind until he felt confident that it wouldn't be an issue. Perhaps, he wondered, this was it. His last act would be to ensure the proper burial for a good woman, before he descended into madness. He wasn't sure how to feel about the prospect of going batshit, but it was better than the fate most met at the hands of walkers.

Riley looked towards Chloe for a moment when she heard the same crashing sound as well, climbing up to the top of the stairs bringing her crossbow to bare as she looked down the hallway. She could see some light shining through some of the opened doors, but she wasn't exactly sure where the sound had came from. "Stay close together." Riley whispered as she started to head down towards one of the opened doors.

Chloe nodded, before looking in the other direction. "I'll sweep this direction," Chloe said quietly. The windows didn't seem to be boarded up here and she walked in the opposite direction of Riley. She figured they were close enough that if anything happened, they'd be able to get to the other in a heart beat. Besides, they'd cover more ground this way. As she slowly walked forward, Chloe's eyes widened for a moment as she felt an immense pressure around her arm. Dropping her flashlight, it fell to the ground as she turned her gun, her heart hammering. She expected to see a walker or a son of a bitch from Eden.

Instead, there was a needle in her vein and a chord wrapped tight. It stung deeply and Chloe shut her eyes tightly, as the entire world was drowned out by an intense ringing in her head. Her breathing was increasingly irregular by the second and had she been able to compose herself to take her pulse, she was certain it was skyrocketing. Her hands were shaking as she slowly brought one up to her arm, though truthfully, she was ignorant to the passage of time. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and it wouldn't have felt any different to her.

Still holding her gun, Chloe shakily brought her hand to the hypodermic needle, though she hesitated once she touched it and confirmed that it was real. She hadn't even noticed that she had been crying until a tear hit her outstretched arm. She could feel her veins swelling and blinded by tears, she mumbled an apology before she pressed the plunger down. She expected to feel it hit her system, but instead, the chord and the needle had vanished. Only about ten seconds had passed.

"Fuck. That bastard," Chloe whispered to herself.

Accepting the glove, Niesha put it over her nose, waving the light over the room, seeking anything dangerous, whether alive or not. She glanced to Ravi as he jumped, frowning sligtly, looking around to see what had caused him to react like that, but couldn't see anything. She turned back to him "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thought I heard something," Ravi said quickly. It was just his mind playing little tricks on him. Keeping his glove in place over his nose and mouth, Ravi shone his flashlight around as well, looking for shelves, carts, or storage areas. While chemicals are generally stored in special containers, the ones that were frequently used tended to be left out on carts in his experience.

"Alright just holler if anything pops up." Riley said and nodded, though she thought it was a bit risky but it would make things that much quicker in clearing the top floor, she looked over her shoulder towards Chloe as she went down the opposite direction. Her attention turning towards one of the opened doors the hallway so far seemed to be pretty clear. She turned her head when she heard Chloe dropping her flashlight and ran over to check to see if she was alright. "Chloe are you okay?" Riley asked looking concerned for her sister.

Chloe picked up her flashlight and forced a bit of a laugh. "I'm fine. Just dropped my flashlight, that's all," she said. She didn't want to get into this with Riley. There was only one person (alive) that she'd open up about this to and it wasn't her twin. Her relationship with Riley got better each day, but she didn't want to discuss this with her regardless. There was too much shame involved. "I'm gonna start checking doors," Chloe then added, before moving forward. Luckily, it didn't seem like anything had heard her, beyond Riley noticing she had dropped the flashlight. The low lighting helped as well - unless the flashlight was pointed directly at her eyes, no one would be able to notice that she had been crying.

Niesha sighed softly, but nodded. If Ravi didn't want to talk, he didn't have to. She was expecting too much- all they'd done together was try to save a dying woman, and now they were hunting up supplies for her funeral. He could keep his secrets. She looked about, just in case he had heard somethi-

A man was suddenly in front of her- she could swear she hadn't heard a walker approaching, and it simply wasn't possible that a walker could survive a blow to the head like that, the axe embedded in his head. She stumbled back, as everything, ever bit of logic she held, telling her this wasn't possible. Richard was dead. Wasn't that why James had been banished? For killing him?

"Got any aspirin?"

She threw up her arms, as if that could stop this, her heart beating fast, wanting to run, wanting to flee and get as far away from here as possible. "NO! Go away!" She tried to yell, but it came out a dry rasp, her mouth, her throat dry as her body focused on the more important task of survival. She closed her eyes tightly, it just couldn't be real... Like Sophia's voice, it just wasn't possible. She wasn't even that close with Richard... She had had sympathy for him... and maybe that was enough for her delusions... Heart beating fast, she opened her eyes.

She wasn't here to break down. She wasn't here to go crazy. She was here for Miss Sally. She could ignore everything else. so she could see and hear dead people. So what? She stared at the dead man, clutching the flashlight tightly, heart still galloping in her chest. She could go crazy later. "I'll deal with you later" She whispered, trying to feel strong, rather then barely holding on. "Ravi? Lets get what we need and get out of here"

"In a minute, love...Alien Hand Syndrome seems to have set in," Ravi said, his voice clearly panicky. Whilst he had been carrying his torch and a knife a moment ago, there was now a straight razor in his left hand. This in itself was bizarre enough, as he couldn't remember picking one up. However, he hadn't had much time to think about it. Acting of its own accord, his left hand started heading for his most beloved possession:

His beard. Ravi and his beard had been through the best of times and worst of times together. The thought of shaving it off with sacrilegious. Yet there was lefty, attempting to kill the golden goose. Dropping his torch, knife, and even the glove he had pressed up against his nose, he began one of the most important wrestling matches of his life. With his right hand, he attempted to restrain his left, leaning backwards as well to keep his precious beard as far away from it as possible.

"If you wouldn't mind taking the razor from my left, that'd be brilliant," Ravi grunted, throwing himself against a wall in an attempt to knock some sense into lefty.

Riley looked towards Chloe, she had a feeling that her sister was hiding something from her, but it seemed that Chloe just wanted to keep it bottled up for now. And fighting against her sister trying to get her to open up would end up in an argument which she didn't want at all at the moment. "Alright then, i'll continue looking through these other rooms." Riley turned back down the hallway and turned towards one of the opened doors.

But before she even entered the room, she suddenly let out a loud scream as she started to see spiders, really big ones crawling all over her body and started to freak out. Riley started to try and peel the ones off of her arms and tried to throw them off, but she was freaking out spiders and dogs, those were the few things that Riley had nightmares about if she ever did see any. "Fucking goddamned spiders!" Riley yelled out as she stumbled back into the hallway.

Had Chloe not been preoccupied, she likely would've rushed over to Riley. Instead, she found herself face to face with none other than Ryan O'Reilly, the Lord of the Fucking Dance. "Damn girl, calm your tits." There was a shit eating grin on his face as he took a drag from a joint, before holding it out to Chloe. She could clearly smell it, even feel the smoke hanging in the air. Huffing slightly, Chloe wasn't sure whether to crumble or to punch him.

"You know I'm clean, shitface," Chloe said, though her resolve was weak. The entire world was spinning and she had just had a hallucination. Reality was becoming more and more difficult for her to discern. Like a child testing to see if something was real, Chloe reached out and gently touched Ryan's arm, relief spreading through her as she touched fabric. He was real, then.

"Fuck, one hit isn't going to hurt ya. And besides, Newnan'll be looking for a reason to go three for three anyways. Your ass is getting kicked out, just you wait," Ryan promised. He took another drag, before once more holding it out to Chloe. "Come on - I can read ya like a book, girl. You're dying for a taste."

Chloe rubbed her arm where she had seen the syringe. The scent of the joint was comforting and Ryan was right. She was the last outcast left in Newnan. As much as she wanted to be there for her sister, her days in Newnan could very well be numbered. It was a small blip when Froggy finally accepted her in medical. Nothing else like that would happen again. She stared at the joint for a moment, before she raised her gun and aimed at Ryan.

"Fuck. You." Her voice was trembling as she stared at the man who brought her both happiness and pain. She tried to force a smile, but it was more like awkward muscle spams in her face. Then she took the gun and pressed it up against her own temple, laughing weakly. "If you're right, then what's the point in living? I'm only doing this for her - for Riley."

Silver Falls

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Scarlett Cromwell

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Location: Outside the Community Center

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Scarlett huffed a bit. Of course it had to actually be a cult. Rolling her eyes, she dug through her purse, pulling out various objects. A set of wooden runes, hand painted, came out first. Then a pack of cigarettes. Then an athame. Then a talisman. Then her Book of Shadows. She was about to pull out the tube of lipstick when her hands felt the mascara tube and she grinned. Opening the Book of Shadows to a blank page, she took the mascara wand out and drew a circle. She then spaced 26 lines equidistant on the circle, the spacing even, and wrote the letters down next to them.

"Alright, let's resume this thing. Now, I doubt this cult is Grandpa's - they're based in Boston," Scarlett mused, holding the pendulum perfectly in the middle of the circle over the page. "But even cults rarely all kill at once. So let's get a simple head count, okay? How many people killed Lucy?"

With her other hand, Scarlett put the athame, rune set, cigarettes, and talisman away in her purse. She didn't feel like having to explain to anyone what exactly she had out. With the tensions running wild, they'd freak the fuck out. And as much as she enjoyed her athame, she didn't want to have to get her hands dirty if she didn't have to.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building F (The Newnans' House) ---> Building One (Medical)

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"No problem," Jack reassured Tatiana, flashing her an award winning smile. Even if Froggy didn't have anything for Tatiana specifically, he'd feel better knowing that the resident medical expert was aware of Tatiana's morning sickness. He wanted nothing more than to protect his family - the little family of two that was about to become three - but he didn't have the medical knowledge needed to do that without help. Of course, as Tatiana got up and hobbled into the bedroom, Jack was never more than an arm's length away. He would've preferred carrying her, given her condition, but he knew how stubborn Tatiana could be.

"Rest," Jack agreed. Seeing Tatiana attempt to get herself situated, Jack insisted on tucking his wife in. He tried to make it as comfy for her as possible, even trying to fluff his pillow so that way she could use it if she wanted, before he finally stopped fussing over her. "I'll be back soon, solovey," Jack said, kissing Tatiana gently on the forehead before heading out.

The walk over was relatively pleasant, with Jack a bit unaware that he was bottling up his emotions once more just after talking with Tatiana. He was compartmentalizing everything, not allowing himself to grieve for his friends or express his fear for his loved ones. Instead, Jack focused entirely on the task at hand. Reaching the main building, he opened the door and headed inside, about to go to the infirmary door when he heard something strange.

When the door closed, it echoed like the sound of a cell closing. It was a noise he was familiar with down at the precinct. He had done his rotation through there, just like every other cop, before he was promoted up to vice. And even then, there were occasions where he still had to go down to lock-up before the prisoners were transferred to prison. Turning around to get an idea of what was going on, his breath caught in his throat. Everywhere he turned, there were bars. They had formed a cage around him.

Jack reached out to touch the bars of the cage. To his horror, he could feel the cool metal underneath his touch. He could still see the rest of the room, filled with the tributes to the dead, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't seem to find a way out of the cage. His entire body was shaking like a leaf as pushed up against the bars, attempting to force the cage open. But it wasn't working. Instead, the bars just kept appearing, with Jack able to see less and less.

Pulling out his radio, Jack could barely hold down on the buttons long enough to get a message out. "Somebody...Somebody get down to medical. Bring bolt cutahs. Quickly," Jack said, feeling more and more faint by the second. He let the walkie fall from his hand before he tried pushing on the bars again, but it was still useless. The bars had formed solid walls at this point. He couldn't see out. He was trapped inside an enclosed space, unaware of his surroundings - two of his greatest fears.

"SOMEBODY HELP!"

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)

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"We should ask if she knows Jack too, with that accent," Beatrice commented dryly to Ryan. She already knew four people from Newnan. At this point, knowing more wouldn't have surprised her all too much. Everything around them did seem to be getting more and more insane as well, with the tank and Gavin just strolling up. She shook her head in response to Ryan. It didn't make sense why the Texan was still alive. She imagined the case was the same for the girl in the tank.

"Nah, you can have them. I'm not interested in off-brand herpes. I prefer the West Coast variety," Beatrice replied. Truthfully, she didn't have any romantic interest in anyone currently there with her. She never had been a romantic person, preferring one night stands. Use them, abuse them, and lose them. It tended to be her philosophy when it came to those more intimate matters. Turning her head as she heard an approaching vehicle, she expected it to be the bad sort of company: Eden. She figured Gavin and James would be thrilled: they'd get to commit suicide fighting Eden sooner than expected.

Instead, it was the Hoardbuster. As two Newnan members left, Beatrice raised a bit of an eyebrow. Had they already changed their mind about exiling James? They couldn't have been gone longer than a few hours and here Ash was - the man who cast James out of Newnan. The day really was just trying its hardest to get stranger and stranger.

"Ashton. Long time no see," Beatrice greeted. "As for whether they're friends...Well, one of them knows a few of our dead."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: the Mournweald Estate

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James clapped with excitement. The prospect of being taken away by monsters was thrilling to him. And since his sister had just dismissed Thalcona's aid, that meant that there was a good chance he'd get to meet one of them. He imagined himself riding on the back of one creature or another through the darkness, the cold air cutting against his face as they flew. It sounded like an incredible adventure!

"Of course, Miss Talink," Virginia murmured, her eyes flashing with annoyance deeply. She hadn't anticipated this resistance, but then again, she supposed there was some sense to it. Had Beowulf not been quite so impatient, she might have discovered the message from her father sooner. This would be a slight complication, then - one that ruined her joy at receiving word from her father. She took a few seconds to think through the relevant etiquette for marriages and engagements. One social rule in particular came to mind - engagements had to be approved by the father, if still living. It was custom. "I should expect that your brother, Miss Talink, will approach my father in asking for my hand - such is the custom, after all," Virginia said pointedly.

Her mind continued to think through plans and contingencies for this situation. Engagements, if not rushed, could last for months. It was a pity that Mary had not sent word back to her as well. They had spent hours at the funeral and she was certain that if Mary had received the letter and sent word to the manor, Miss Evers would have directed the letter to the Mournweald Estate. Yet with the guidance to Seek Life Elsewhere, Virginia imagined she and James would perhaps flee England before too much time had elapsed. Alfred would accompany them, of course. He was family.

She then turned her head, hearing her name shouted and carrying through the halls. "Alfred, James, if you would please join me. Ernest, I must apologize for any sort of scene that was created. Should you need anything, please do not hesitate to call upon us. Mosi was rather dear to me," she said. "Miss Talink, you may follow at a distance if you so desire. I must warn you - James had a proclivity for setting things aflame."

Virginia then made her way to the front of the manor, with Alfred carrying James and following after her.

"My lady, I hope you know what you're doing," Alfred said quietly, only to receive a small smile from Virginia.

"Seek Life Elsewhere, dear Alfred. All will be well," she replied. Once reaching the open door, she raised a bit of an eyebrow at the two strangers. They were dressed strangely for London citizens - a fact that she appreciated. However, she did not recognize them. "Yes?"

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Lady Luck's

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As Jahosafat came over to the bar and insisted on paying for their drinks, as well as going on and on in a toast, Dorothy turned her attention momentarily elsewhere. She spotted Atticus seemingly fall backwards with some questionable company and she rolled her eyes. This place was perfect for him - booze, sex, and gambling. Unconsciously frowning, Dorothy returned her attention to Anisa and Jahosafat. The moan elicited another eye roll from the former army doctor, and by the time Anisa muttered her near threat against Jahosafat, Dorothy was once again in complete agreement.

"To a good man, a great friend, and a kind soul," Dorothy said, before taking her own drink. It had been ages since she had had a proper drink - any drink, really. It felt like mild fire in her throat and she coughed, swallowing a few times to attempt to relieve the sensation. Had it been another occasion, perhaps she would have laughed at herself. But instead, she was focusing on Anisa. "He's still here with us," Dorothy said quietly, attempting to comfort Anisa. "It's the one thing religion got right - we don't go to nothingness when we die. Everything we are, it isn't destroyed. His matter, his energy - it's still here."

She was going to continue, to advise Anisa to say whatever she wanted to say to Jackson right now, only for Harper to come on over. She nursed her drink a little bit, knowing that Harper likely intended to have a chat with Anisa. She hoped that the man was trustworthy - especially if he was spending the evening with her little sister.

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck's

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As for Fitz, he wasn't too certain what to think of this strange woman. He didn't even know her name and she seemed to be a little drunk - either that, or it was just her normal personality. Part of him wanted to run, but he doubted he'd be able to make it very far. There was a chaotic power to her - and he still wanted to believe the best of her. Gripping his pointer finger with his left hand, Fitz decided that he was going to stick this evening out and see what happened. At the very least, it'd be an adventure.

"U-uh...S-sure?" Fitz asked. "W-w-what do you have in mind?"

He really hoped that he hadn't agreed to anything he would end up regretting. While the drinking and the gambling in this place wasn't too bad, the after-school activities he saw some people heading off to were a bit too much for him. He wanted to venture outside of his bubble - not burst it with dynamite. "S-sorry, what's your name ag-again?" Fitz added. He really didn't want to keep thinking of her as the mystery woman.

🦄 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 was a bit surprised at Caesar's shift in conversation, though she supposed it was to be expected. It was likely easier to focus on the tangible problem of the wasp's nest that they had stirred up, rather than the murder of his daughter. And while this entire situation terrified her and it wasn't how she imagined spending her week, she also didn't regret it. There was relatively little that could be done for the dead, but truth and justice would help the living. Those grieving would ideally find some comfort and those responsible would be punished for their actions. A desire to know the truth was what drove her to forensics - and it was what brought her to Mexico, ultimately, as well.

"Dr. Chang?" Cecily said, thinking about it for a moment. She wasn't too familiar with hospital staff, but in this situation, she did recognize the name. Natasha had been brought over to assist at the morgue because of Dr. Chang. She then frowned sharply for a moment. While she couldn't be certain, she thought that Dr. Chang was on the scene at Riley's car accident. "She's Natasha's boss - the one that brought Natasha in to help at the morgue. She works at the hospital and...I can't be sure, but I think she was on scene when Riley had her car accident."

A chill went down her spine. If Caesar was asking about Dr. Chang, then it meant he had suspicions about her, no? And if a member of hospital staff was looking shady...Could she have been the one that killed Wallace? Someone had to set that up. Her eyes widened a bit as the idea lodged itself firmly in her head. "...Do you think she was the one who killed Wallace, the last coroner? He was murdered in the hospital."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Iris smiled as she spotted the translator. Unaware of any additional qualifications that she may or may not have had, she decided that it would likely be best to prepare her. Jaina was one of their more unstable patients in an area that was designated as a halfway home. She'd likely be translated to a more secure ward at some point, but for now, Iris felt it was her job to attempt to get through to her. The main obstacle was the Russian.

"Merci beaucoup," Iris said. "Before we go in there...This patient has a decorated psychiatric profile. She may try to attack you, but the restraints should prevent that. She doesn't understand the consequences of her actions, so there's little point in getting cross with her," Iris explained. Despite her initial greeting in French, her accent was clearly British, and even more specifically, from the midlands of England.

"If you are ready, we can enter now," Iris then added. She wanted to give the translator a moment to prepare herself, if needed. Most people had never been to an asylum before and it could be a jarring experience - especially when meeting a murderer for the first time.

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: the Museum

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Nora quietly observed Lady Munn's body language with the Lord Captain. It appeared to be force and void of much desire on Lady Munn's part, something that struck her as all the more curious. Lady Munn didn't strike her as the sort to enter courtship without having affection for the other. But yet, she could not in good confidence believe that Lady Munn had any feelings for the Lord Captain that went beyond friendship.

Her eyes flickered to the shadow waiting outside the door. As Peter explained it was a friend of his from the War, Nora began to understand Lauren's reaction. Nora's brother, Ernest, had died in the War. However, she hadn't been able to see his body. His casket was closed during the funeral, in order to preserve everyone's genteel sensibilities. Her sisters and mother were practically inconsolable that day, Nora recalled, wailing loudly enough to wake the dead. Nora had cried quietly into a handkerchief. She didn't wish to create a spectacle of herself.

Yet even with the aid of Peter's preparation, it was not enough. As George entered the room and raised his head, Nora looked at him directly. She found that she couldn't look away and as she stared into his false eye, she let out a shrill and violent scream. She felt like a small girl once more, on the brink of death due to illness. George's false eye was a portal through which Death itself seemed to be staring back at her. And before she could even mumble an apology for the scream or come to her senses, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, seconds after Mahendra had done the very same.