Morose

🦄 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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Had it been a different situation, Dorothy likely would've reminded Anisa that she only promised to have one drink. But given the circumstances and what the Captain had been through, she supposed that she would have to tough it out and have as many more as Anisa decided to order for her. On normal occasions, she either refused the drinks or simply just stayed behind, completing some crossword puzzles that Daphne had lent her.

But perhaps between the pair of them, Anisa and Dorothy averaged out the alcohol intake to something moderate that evening. She was nursing the weaker drink Anisa had ordered for her while the Captain was through almost six shots already. In the back of her mind, she was monitoring Anisa's alcohol intake. It was something she would have done for any member of the crew, but especially Anisa tonight. It was easy to just drink away the pain.

"As a physician, I recommend alternating with water and if you choose to continue drinking, eating something will help. It won't help with the alcohol already in your system, though," Dorothy replied. "But as your friend - cards. Definitely cards."

She adored the game. When she served, she would play a hand of cards with the other members of the medical staff during those rare quiet moments. It was a game that could be played just about anywhere, with all sorts of people from all walks of life. It never ceased to put her in a good mood. When the woman and her boy - a rather pasty thing, he looked a bit out of place here - asked to join, Dorothy glanced at Anisa, figuring she'd let the Captain call the shots. She didn't mind herself.

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck's

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Fitz blinked a few times. He had never quite had a girlfriend before and so, there never had been a situation where he was instructed to call someone naughty names. While he was aware of them, for some reason, the only thing that came to mind was Drawing Five Bonds to Carbon. It was as if his brain was actively attempting to counteract whatever meager social skills he possessed. However, his eyes still lit up when Jackie suggested they try a round of cards.

Cards were, after all, practically a board game - just without the board - in his opinion. While he had never played cards before, he imagined that there had to be a set of rules and a goal, just like with any other game. His naiveness would likely show, as there was a bit of a disconnect in his mind with the idea of gambling and playing a game of cards here in Lady Luck's. Yet as Jackie pulled Fitz over to the group playing cards and called him her boy, two equally horrifying interpretations came to mind:

1) Boy, as in, boyfriend.
2) Boy, as in, slave.

🦄 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 nodded at Caesar's line of reasoning. They did need to know if Natasha was involved - but was this one of those situations where Natasha's life would be placed in jeopardy if she knew? But if that was the case, Cecily reasoned, then the very fact that Natasha went with them to Mexico was damning enough. She had gotten involved in something she didn't ask for - she deserved to know, at the very least. And if Natasha really was part of the organization already...

"She went outside for some air, I think," Cecily answered, not wanting to finish her thought. She didn't want to doubt Natasha. As much as she was a pessimist, Cecily couldn't deny that Natasha had helped her. She didn't want to believe that Natasha's aid had ulterior motives. While the odds seemed pretty high that Natasha was involved already, Cecily wanted desperately to have those suspicions proven wrong.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Iris nodded. She wasn't a linguist, but she was bilingual. To her, French was going to be easier than just about any other language - aside from English. With English and French, it varied each day as to which one she was more comfortable speaking in. Her father spoke French to her and her mother spoke English. When she was first learning to speak, she'd often mix the two languages together, creating an odd tapestry of the two.

However, she wasn't sure if introducing the translator before hand would actually do much good. "She is fairly far gone, but I don't suppose an introduction can hurt."

Previously...

Jaina let out a yawn, attempting to stretch despite the restrains. As an ex-acrobat, she preferred to keep her body feeling loose at all times. It was natural and allowed her to keep up her flexibility. Craning her neck, she attempted to see if there was any indication that the doctor would be back in the room. She frowned sharply, finding none. How was she supposed to feel happy if she didn't have anyone to play with?

"И для моего следующего трюка я убегу от своих узы! Я посвящаю этот трюк своему болельщику. Где он? Встаньте и дайте волну!" Jaina held still for a few seconds, before laughing manically. "Now remember folks, please do try this one at home..." Escaping from restrains - or really, escaping in general - was one of her specialties. Jaina tensed all of her muscles and attempted to break the restraints, or at least, to see how much slack she had to work with.

"Luck was a lady tonight~!" Jaina squealed in astonishment. The restraints broke easily. With the restraints broken, she managed to wiggle her way out of the mess, letting the relevant pieces fall to the floor. She then picked up the container of strawberries and pried it open, popping a good three or four in her mouth at once. Her cheeks inflated like a chipmunk's and she nearly choked, but managed to swallow the strawberries one at a time.

Now, some might have attempted to appear as if none of the restraints were broken and fool the psychiatrist into thinking everything was fine. It was a logical plan, one that would likely allow the desired escape. But for Jaina, this wasn't about logic. This wasn't about revenge or any of those dark emotions. This was about people in the way of her and her happiness. Playing with the doctors made her happy. Doing whatever she wanted made her happy.

And so, Jaina stood right in front of the door, eating strawberries, while she waited for Iris (or an orderly, maybe!) to enter the room. If it didn't happen in the next few minutes, she'd likely just try the door and walk on out of the hospital.

Presently...

"I will knock twice on the door to let you know that she is ready," Iris told Risa. She figured it would allow the translator even a little more time to prepare herself mentally. Working with politicians or not, Jaina was truly and deeply mad. Smiling at the translator, Iris slipped inside the isolated room, letting the door shut softly behind her.

"Jaina, there's -- "

BANG.

Iris' skull was slammed against the door by the acrobat. She didn't feel the first blow as much as she heard it, her mind trying to comprehend the sight in front of her. Some strawberry juices ran down the corners of Jaina's mouth, looking suspiciously like blood. Coughing a bit, Iris tried to throw her hands out to push Jaina away, only for the acrobat to slam the psychiatrist's skull against the door once more.

BANG. BANG.

Her vision was a little blurry and Jaina was giggling now. It was like a game of cat and mouse, with Iris hardly able to catch her breath as her head was slammed repeatedly. If she had been able to form a coherent sentence, she would have told the woman to stop - that she didn't have to do this. It didn't occur to the psychiatrist that her last words may very well have been to the woman on the other side of the door.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I will be posting here tonight - provided I do not fall asleep on my organic textbook

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

I will be posting here tonight - provided I do not fall asleep on my organic textbook

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@mnkee It goes straight through them, but it'll be incredibly unpleasant. Nearing the point of painful.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Caribbean: April 4th, 1719 - 4:32 PM Local Time

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The Port of Tortuga:

"Why?" Aravis asked simply. Before Luisa's death and her resulting mental damage, she would have been furious at anyone who dared to speak to her like that. She wouldn't have even entertained the possibility of doing as Edgard requested. Yet without feelings, she was without opinions. She was without care. There was no way for her to attain emotional motivation, either positive or negative.

Yet this will not be the first person Edgard had seen in his life that was so emotionally muted. In many ways, Aravis' body language and behavior was similar to Alisanne's. Only true horrors ever brought a smile to Alisanne's face, though. She was the creature that frightens monsters in their sleep.

The Devil's Triangle:

The symbols are still visible, yet only to Millicent and Elissa. While they may have been faint at first, they are becoming more and more prominent. There is a slight white tint to them, as if the flask itself is beginning to crack where the letters are etched. Perhaps Septima would be able to make something of it, but do you really want to tell her what you can see? Anna may have been wise to leave Septima's body behind on Tortuga.

Septima blinked twice at Anna's words. For a moment, she fancied that she simply hadn't heard the girl correctly, but she had. Her body was not among those retrieved. Yet without her willingness to comply, the restoration ritual would not take place. They needed her to give the incantation. She had been willing to allow others to live on with her - but without her? That was out of the question. "I see," Septima said, taking a few steps backwards.

Her eyes flickered down towards her brother's body. It was almost a stroke of good luck that she had had to use her magic on him - it confirmed that it worked, even without a physical form to inhabit. Standing just a few feet away from the flask, Septima looked around the individuals in the cage, before an eery calm came over her face. "Abite!" She threw her hands to the side.

If you will, imagine the structure of this underwater cavern as something like a temple. Abite is a spell that repels objects - in this case, the sides of the cavern. As these sides are repelled, imagine that the supports of a temple are blown out. What was once up, well...It comes crashing on down. The roof of the cave no longer has any reason not to crush everything beneath it.

It's probably for the best that you are all already dead. If the rocks hadn't crushed you or snapped you into two, the water rapidly pooling in would certain do its best to drown you. All of the bodies Anastasia retrieved are buried underneath the rubble. There's no sign of either Crypt and of course, no one had managed to retrieve the flask. Yet by the gentle tug you feel calling you, you know that it isn't gone yet.

The flask is still down there - somehow.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: The X-Van - New York, New York
{"There's a little gray area in there and that's where you operate."}

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Guin knew the risks. If she hadn't been aware of them before, then she certainly should've understood them as she thought more and more about how Magneto would have to craft the virus. There was something that didn't sit quite right with her. While Magneto stole the virus samples, they had little knowledge of who would've actually made the virus. S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence didn't put that in Magneto's skill sets. There would either be a hostage or a willing helper inside the lab - human or mutant. But she wasn't sure and decided, for one reason or another, to keep that line of thought to herself.

"Just don't tell me the odds," Guin quipped. She then paused for a moment. "Aaaand...I'll pass on the group hug. We can do a crisp high five, instead." It was an expression she picked up from one of her father's old bodyguards. He had been assigned to tail her briefly when she was doing a summer program at M.I.T. a few years back. It was probably for the best that he did - there had been an active serial killer in Boston at the time. And her mother had been there. Two very good reasons to have some hired muscle.

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Lizzie Roswell

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Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York
{"Monsters don't hide underneath your bed."}

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There was a reason that Lizzie was paired up with Richard on most missions: she was immune to his charm. Her mutation provided a natural deterrent to his flirtatious ways, but beyond that, no one had ever seen Lizzie mention having sentiment for any other person. She never showed romantic interest and among some Brotherhood members, there was a debate as to whether she was an extremely private person or if there really was nothing to know. She was an enigma, even among mutants with similar mutations. While those like Rogue craved human contact and dreamed of the day where it would be possible, Lizzie disliked being touched.

She hardly blinked at Richard's teasings. "They rarely ever sing," Lizzie replied. "Self inflicted amputation is just slightly more common. Humans tend to enact violence more than sing, Adder." Her mutation had been the reason for her parents' death, after all. Murder-suicide. It wasn't pretty.

However, she was bored. A slight smirk appeared on her face. "Perhaps we should see what dark secrets the guard is hiding," Lizzie mused, twitching her fingers slightly to imply her meaning. There was a bit of a sadistic smirk on her face. Her powers, as far as she believed, had a way of bringing someone's true self to the surface - a twisted version, yet one that was somehow still true nonetheless. Turning her attention back to where she had last seen the guard, her smiled faded slightly.

There went the entertainment for the evening.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea I saw in the discord that couples relations need to be worked out - I'm intending on writing one for Tatiana for Jack, even though he doesn't know if she's alive or dead, so I should send you a PM then to work that out?

🦄 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's head was pounding as she hovered on the edge of consciousness. She couldn't tell if she was awake or not, yet there seemed to be the specter of her childhood nurse in front of her. Aoibheann (pronounced eee-veen) would sing soft Irish songs to her as a girl. She would tell Nora stories and when her own parents had written her off as dead, Aoibheann continued to care for her. Aoibheann was more her mother than Lady Kingston ever was. Attempting to open her mouth, she saw Aoibheann shake her head softly.

And then Nora jolted to reality. She found herself on the floor, her head resting on a pillow. The last few moments had practically been erased from her memory, which she generally prided herself on being a steel trap. She didn't remember screaming and fainting at the sight of George. She was unaware of how exactly she came to be on the floor, with her head on a pillow. Yet strange things had been happening to the amateur cryptographer over the course of this day and the previous one, so it was certainly wasn't the most shocking situation she had found herself to be in.

She decided to simply remain on the ground for a moment longer, though she hardly had much choice in the matter. If anyone asked, she would pass it off as taking a moment to collect herself. Thinking back through what she could remember, she recalled the sense of horror and fear, and decided that perhaps it would be best not to dwell on it too much. Yet given that she was on the floor, she surmised that she had fainted.

At least, for once, the effect had a logical and easy to ascertain cause.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

I'll be posting tomorrow ^^