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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Hudson
Location: Outside Building One (Medical)
It was as if someone had ripped his heart out, as he heard only static. He wanted to reason that the radios wouldn't work with all of this disaster and destruction, but he feared the worse. Every fiber of his being felt as if they were being torn, slowly pulled apart until he would finally break and collapse. He wanted nothing more than to jump across and run through the fire to find his wife, even if it killed him. If it was a suicidal mission, so be it. He had made a vow to Tatiana. And if he was being honest with himself, he couldn't live in a world that she wasn't a part of.

But he couldn't make that choice - it wasn't just his life that he'd be sacrificing. Tiffany was on the other side of the gap. The mess hall collapsed, ruining any chance of him rushing to see Tatiana. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry anymore. "You...You gotta jump to me, Tiff. It's not safe," Jack said. It was like twisting the blade in an already created wound to say those words aloud - to admit that he couldn't go see to his wife's safety. Yet he knew that he needed to get Tiffany to safety. She didn't need to and shouldn't sacrifice her life, just so that way Jack could be a martyr for his wife.

While Tatiana may be able to live without him, and had made a vow that she would keep on going, he just didn't know if he could do the same. "I'll catch ya, if you need it," Jack added. They'd get out of Newnan. He'd drop Tiffany off somewhere safe - there was a rendez-vous point. And then if Tatiana wasn't there, he'd return and scour the area until he found her.
Beatrice Decker
Location: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)
As the others talked, Beatrice listened, weighing her options. Normally, this was the point where she would split off from the group and make her own way. This settlement had fallen - her survival would be better if she left the area and found a new safe haven. Once that one fell, she would do the same. Rinse and repeat until the day she died, forming attachments to no one. It was how things worked downtown, especially in Justice, where death lurked on every street corner.

Yet while her survival instincts told her to leave, Ryan had sacrificed his life for hers. She owed him a debt that could not be repaid. He had set out on this mission to help James in his efforts to annihilate Eden. And while James had not sacrificed his life for hers, he was still a friend. Within her ethical and moral viewpoint, she had to remain and help them take down Peachtree City. With so many dead and the destruction of Newnan, they would need all of the help they could get.

The other group appeared to be joining as well - having a tank on their side wouldn't hurt. Yet she still felt narrowly divided between the two options - survive or live (and likely die). She didn't feel especially strong connections to anyone here but...Some of Newnan's fallen had become the closest thing she had to family. Ryan, Tiffany, James. There was nothing that she could do for them now.

She might as well avenge them. And since she couldn't kill Mother Nature, Eden was the next best thing.

"I'm coming. You'll need someone who can think like them," Beatrice replied, before hopping into the back of the truck. "I'm from Justice - Eden isn't much different."
Ravi Chakrabarti
Location: Funeral Home, North of Newman
Riley didn't need to tell Ravi that Chloe had shot herself - the signs were clear. Gunshot wounds had different appearances for murders than for suicides. In his line of work, it was a necessary skill to be able to decipher between the two. One meant an active investigation, the other meant a case closed. What Ravi didn't know was the reason behind Chloe's suicide. Had she been planning it this entire time? Reflecting back on the last hour, it troubled him. She had been rather tense and disagreeable, right after Miss Sally died. And then she had been the one to make a fuss when Gavin and the others left.

Perhaps she had agreed to this run in order to get access to a gun, that way she could end it. He was normally a blunt person, but he decided to keep this information to himself for now. It wouldn't help Riley grieve her sister's death to know that she had likely been planning it since this morning. He left the funeral home, following Riley and Niesha still. The structure likely wouldn't last much longer, especially with the way the wood had begun to creak.

"Riley, Niesha, I'm sorry but...We can't go back there. It's a disaster zone. Every walker in the area will be drawn to it and the odds that anyone survived are grim at best." He didn't want to hurt them - but they deserved to know the odds. Earthquakes were deadly and devastating - and while this natural disaster was different, it would still be in their best interest to leave Newnan. "Gavin and the others - they're headed to Peachtree City. If you know the direction, we can meet with them and regroup."
In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jenna Westbrook
Location: Silver Mine ---> Town Hall ---> Running
Jenna had never driven this quickly before in her life. By the time she made it to the silver mine, there didn't seem to be anywhere she could stow her car. The only real option was to put it in a ditch but it would be a nightmare to get out, and if she managed it, it would likely need some sort of repairs. "Fuck," Jenna cursed under her breath. She was running out of time. Any longer and she'd have to make up a story about her birth mother's psycho wife, the FBI agent, taking her phone to lure Declan and Finn into the silver mine as bait.

She'd much prefer to not have to create a lie about her lie.

Speeding off once more, Jenna went to the nearest place that would have some sort of suitable parking - the area near town hall. She would have preferred to park closer, but the ditch scenario was again the only one available. She was kicking herself for not coming up with a better reason to get Finn and Dec out of town hall earlier. But if demons were real and that was what Mayor Ryder had gotten himself into, she didn't want them to have any part of it. It'd be too dangerous for them. For her, it was different. She could see things that others couldn't.

Shutting off the ignition, Jenna nearly forgot to take the keys out of her car before she hopped off and took off at a run towards the mine. She made a mental note about the movement near town hall, but it was in the back of her mind. She'd just read the police records on all of this later. For now, she wanted to try to get to the silver mine before her lie would fall apart on itself.
In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nancy Parker
Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 200 --> Outside Room 202)
October 31st was Nancy's favorite day of the year, for a variety of reasons. Throughout the centuries that the holiday had existed in its various forms, it had always enticed her. Depending on the geographical location and temporal state, the rituals changed. There were games of divination - human attempts to achieve her gift always amused her. No matter how hard they tried, they never could get a proper reading - yet for her, it was child's play. Then beyond this supernatural emphasis, the holiday was ripe for mischief. She claimed it as her birthday before she had met the other Emendators.

But there was something particularly special about this particular All Hallow's Eve, in difference to the one the day before or the day before that. There would be chances to terrorize and torment the people of town with her latest pranks. But in some cases, it was disappointing that they never remembered them come the next day. No, on this day Eve was bringing new souls to Ville au Camp. They were all expected to be prepared early for the influx and while Nancy knew Eve's intentions were that they would be prepared to greet the new Paradoxes kindly, she had other ideas.

Namely, a plan that she had already shared with Gio the day before - or was it a few days before? Sometimes, the days at Ville au Camp blended together for her. But with a host of newcomers coming in, any slowness that had formed would vanish. She thrived off of chaos - and no matter how much planning was done, with a bunch of new Paradoxes, there would be chaos. She didn't need to conduct a reading to come to that conclusion.

Nancy dressed quickly, pulling on her long sleeved white blouse. She pulled the black dress on over the shirt, hopping on one foot and then the other as she got her stockings on. She put on her black oxfords and then pulled on her light blue cardigan. All of her important belongings were placed in her pockets, yet she gave her cards a shuffle or two before placing them into the pocket. There was no real meaning or significance behind that action - it was simply habit by now. She shook her hair a bit with her fingers, aiming to give it as much volume as possible. She couldn't wait for the loop to one day be in the 80's. But for now, the 40's would do.

Heading out of her room, Nancy shut the door, looking up and down the hallway to see if anyone else was around. She didn't see any other Emendators or Paradoxes, but given the time, she expected Gio to emerge from the door at any moment. It may have appeared to be weird to others, but Nancy walked down the hallway a bit and stood outside of Giouse's room. She assumed that he'd be out any minute now, if she had the time correctly.

"Gio, hurry up, will you?" Nancy called out. She wasn't the most patient of people, despite having lived as long as she had. It was connected to her thrill seeking, whimsical nature. While she always went with the flow, she never wanted to stay still. Yet there wasn't much point in her expecting Gio to get ready early - he was never early and never late. She would just need to be patient. Pulling out her deck of cards, she continued shuffling them while she waited.
In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lady Amalthea I’ll get one in tonight :)
In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore Going to get my post up tonight before I go on a short break - but first, will Jenna be able to reach the mine this post or nah?
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Location: the Mournweald Estate
James squirmed out of Alfred's grasp and actually leapt for joy at the man's descriptions. Everything he described was giving James the most exhilarating sensation. To be so close to Lady Death and yet evade her clutches? He couldn't have been more ecstatic, beaming as if Father Christmas was there - though for the Crypts, Krampus may be the more enjoyable visitor. "Ginny's gonna teach me to throw hatchets one day!" James boasted. "But...Could you teach me to throw knives? And what's a tiger?"

Virginia opened Mary's letter carefully, her eyes flying across the page. She quickly scanned through it a second, third, and fourth time, uncertain how to reconcile the emotions rising within her. She needed more time. It would be a long journey to the Carpathian Mountains, but one that would be necessary. It was the largest geographical clue as to where to find her family - yet she could not bring James with her on such a journey. She trusted Alfred rather deeply, yet she knew that with an enemy who could write in her trained tongue, she should expect the unexpected. Every precaution should be taken in order to protect James' life.

And yet...If she were to appoint Mary as James' godmother, would James not lose out on the traditional Crypt childhood? Who in the Vatican would tell him stories of relatives burned at the stake? Who would teach him to dance his first Mamushka? Would James grow to become a Crypt purely in name yet not in spirit? Was such a fate better than death? Virginia could not be certain. Just the day before, it had all been so much more simple. Her parents were missing, yet they would return. Virginia and James would await them. Alfred would continue to assist them, with Ms. Evers scrubbing out any bloodstains that were produced.

She felt incredibly weary of all of this. There was no easy choice to be made. She had already made a rash decision, one that was hastily rectified, but what if this would be yet another choice driven by emotions and not logic? And what if it was her emotions holding her back from a logical choice? Virginia finally glanced up from the letter and regarded the messengers.

"I believe this letter does indeed require a more personal response," Virginia said. "Miss Talink - You may not accompany us beyond this point. I care not what you do - yet monsters in shadows always find something to amuse themselves with, do they not?"

"The carriage should be waiting for us, my lady," Alfred said to Virginia. He would be glad to be rid of the Talink's company. The family was not endearing to him.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
rare photo of the Mexico group

In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Cecily saw the confusion in Caesar's face, yet she couldn't understand exactly why. To her, her words had been clear - Natasha had been inside the courtyard, it was too stuffy for her, so she went outside of the courtyard. But of course, one's own speech tends to make more sense to oneself than to others. Something that she said could be perfectly clear in her own mind, yet metaphorical to others. Hell, there could be other equally ridiculous options to convey the same idea.

"...Okay. Yeah. I'll...I'll stay here then," Cecily replied, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. This wasn't boding well for Natasha. What if she had gone outside to make a report on their location, that way Queensguard could send in their death squads? A few days ago, she would have doubted that they had elite task forces on call, ready to kill and slaughter but now...Now, she'd be a little bit let down if they didn't. They seemed to be the type of organization that bought cats for its highest officials, that way they could pet them menacingly during meetings.

She watched Caesar slip away, before glancing over towards Thalia and the Luchadors. She didn't really feel right to go and interrupt their grieving process. She was fine, anyways. The bullet hadn't killed her and Natasha seemed to be satisfied with her recovery. She'd live to binge watch another show. Instead of going towards Thalia, then, Cecily awkwardly made her way through the crowd, attempting to look purposeful enough that no one would stop her to talk yet also not so quick as to stand out. She wanted the perfect medium that would let her fade into the background.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
Iris gasped for breath, holding her hand up in the okay sign for Natasha. Her head was pounding and she rubbed at it, still processing what had happened. She had always known that a patient would attempt to attack her - but she had also always imagined that she would be able to handle herself. Had the translator from the UN not been there, she easily could have been dead, just like the orderly the day before. For the first time in her career, Iris felt wary about a patient.

"Merci beaucoup. Ce n'est pas grave je pense mais...Merci," Iris said. She didn't even realize she had slipped into French. She kept one hand on the back of her head, keeping pressure on it. It was the only thing helping with the pain at this point.

Jaina hit the ground with what appeared to be a mixture of a scream and giggling. Or perhaps it was really high intensity giggling. It wasn't quite clear what was the case. The demented acrobat stayed down, her ringlets lying about in a mess, covering her eyes. There was a broad grin on her face, big enough to give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money. If one thing was certain, this was all a game to Jaina. None of this was to be taken seriously - hell, nothing ever was. It was all about what made her feel happy - living life to the fullest as only a psychopath could.

"Цирк отправил вас?" Jaina asked. "Вы достаточно сильны для ... Что вы? Врач? Костюм-леди?"

In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley
Location: Lady Luck's
Dorothy was going to stick to her principles and protest having her chair pushed in by Jahosafat, but at this point, she had to pick her battles. The man was over the top and extreme - this was such a small thing, and it was acceptable with other people, that she bit her tongue and allowed it to happen. If only Jahosafat had elected to do the same - she was simultaneously bored and irritated with his speech. She doubted he'd be able to keep his trap shut for sixty seconds and figured that Anisa had similar doubts. Otherwise, it never would have been that large a sum of money.

Dorothy was about to offer to double the sum if he agreed to go two minutes, when Anisa began introductions with the newcomers. And surprise surprise, it was enough to get Jahosafat to start up again, ending his speech with a phrase Dorothy had never heard before. She figured it was just another one of his Core World Alliance shenanigans. "Dorothy," she introduced herself.

Fitz was blinking rapidly, trying to comprehend the situation. Why had money been removed from the table when the man gave an introduction? He had never gambled before, but he didn't know there were rules involving speaking. If the object was to never speak, then this would be a game he could excel at - his stutter and social anxiety made that easy. He nearly swallowed his own tongue when Jacqueline urged him forward. "H-Hello...Dr. T-T-Townsley, engineering," Fitz introduced himself. His eyes widened a bit with eager recognition as he noticed Daphne. Was this her crew, then? Either way, it didn't matter. It was another familiar face - it only could've gotten better if Royus was there.
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee
The Caribbean: April 4th, 1719 - 4:41 PM Local Time
The Port of Tortuga:

Maybe Edgard should try true love's kiss, since his intimidation efforts aren't breaking the spell that Aravis is under. She holds eye contact with him, entirely unfazed by the anger and the aggression. How many people before in his life had done that? And now, of all times? This is perhaps the one situation where he really needs someone to follow his instructions and do as he says, but of course, that's how life tends to work out. Perhaps he can find another way to gain her assistance, without threats and violence.

But then again, he is Edgard.

"That gives me no reason to help you," Aravis replied plainly.

The Devil's Triangle:

Now, the entire cavern has collapsed around you. The debris has begun to settle, with the water pushing it all towards the bottom. A few pieces are suspended, floating upwards and then falling down in their own sort of current. Nothing is all too out of the ordinary. This was a sight that not many pirates had ever seen - none that were still alive, at least. Anyone whose feet felt the bottom amongst all of this rubble would surely be dead.

Yet that is no problem for ghosts, is it?

Unfortunately, the bizarre does not stop with your current state of being. For a source of magic so powerful, the flask is not without defenses. The ghosts that it draws towards it, feeding on the power of their souls - you are nothing but batteries to it. You are energy to be consumed. If the flask is to be thought of like an organism, you are consumable material. Now, with the flask under threat, it is time to meet the antibodies - its defense mechanism.

Septima: As Septima dove through the rubble, the scenery appeared to change around her. Where she had been a moment ago was no longer where she was. Instead, the witch paused for a moment in the midst of what appeared to be a barren area, aside from a creature with glowing green eyes. The monster was six feet tall and weighed at least two hundred pounds, wielding a rusted yet still deadly trident. The witch's eyes widened, before narrowing with determination. She reached for her belt to grab a dagger, only for her hands to grasp air.

Instead, the creature took the opportunity to jab the trident at Septima. Despite her non-corporeal form, the trident felt like a thousand volts of electricity surged through her. The witch screamed, her head tossed back as she raised her hand. Her fingers shook as she managed to place her hand on the creature's head. "Mentem tuam ac voluntatem adsumo!"

Millicent: Once Millicent dives through the rubble, she will no longer be able to see the others. Should she try to go back the way she had gone, it will get her nowhere. She will emerge in what appears to be a tunnel system, over and over again in an endless loop. Now, there are three paths in front of her. Each path is marked with a different symbol (in order of left to right: first, second, and third.) Without paying seemingly any attention to her, an aquatic creature disappeared down the tunnel systems, taking the second path.

Sirena:Perhaps Sirena is luckier than the others. As she dives through the rubble, she finds herself on dry land. The island is not one that she will have ever visited before, yet perhaps she has heard tales of Cyprus. The shore is deserted for the most part, yet she too is not alone. Within seconds, a gigantic creature somehow manages to grab her non-corporeal form and drag her up into the sky. Its claws burn like molten iron against bare skin, increasing in pain by the moment.

Yet the most horrifying thing may be the creature's face - it is identical to Sirena, only with blood covering its mouth.

Anna: Oddly enough, once Anastasia made her way through the rubble, she would find herself in a nearly identical cavern. The main difference was that this cave was already filled with water, while the previous one had been an air pocket - the only reason the Crypts had still been alive all of this time. Yet just as with the others, she was not alone in this cavern, but she somehow knew that she was getting closer to the flask. Its magic was all around her.

A monstrous shark, covered in crimson blood, swam into the cavern. It circled Anastasia, and should she attempt to pass through it, it will feel like her insides are being burned by ice. If there is anything that can kill a ghost, this is surely it. As long as Anastasia stays still, the shark will only circle her - but how can she continue on in her search like this?

Elissa: Now, did Elissa attempt to go after the flask? No. However, that means nothing to the ancient magic of the flask itself. In a matter of seconds, everyone around her appears to have vanished. Either they dove into the rubble or...Well, who can really tell at this point? Magic likes to fuck with people. It's just her. Oh, well, that's not exactly the case.

She has some company. These creatures have quickly worked themselves up into a frenzy. They swarm Elissa, with each bite feeling like a piercing razor. Ghosts, supposedly, couldn't be harmed. Again, magic likes to fuck with people. (Now, Blue, you're familiar with Quippers I assume from D&D...So have fun with this. Use that big old dice bag of yours for rolls - you're Co-GM. You're allowed to do that).
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