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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Pundii@Witch Cat@FantasyChic

Quick update - Pundii is on hiatus at the moment, so Darren will be controlled as needed, feel free to bunny him. I’m flying home in about seven hours, so I’ll try to update tomorrow evening. I will warn you - Hel is easily the most formidable opponent you’ve ever encountered. You’ll need to be creative if you’re going to take her down
@Lady Amalthea Skills and such edited in



Jenna Westbrook

Location: Silver Mine


Her mild dash was going fine, for the most part. Well, not great but it wasn't horrible. She managed to get out of town itself without any cards or pedestrians colliding into her, and the all important items were securely in her backpack. She didn't want to risk anyone stealing the book she had technically stolen from a crime scene. She had gone through a lot of effort to have that conversation with Mayor Ryder and she didn't want to walk away with nothing to show for it.

Though perhaps walking would have been for the best.

As she dashed through the woods, Jenna was relying mostly on luck to avoid tripping over roots, branches, plants, and the occasional squirrel that for some fucking reason seemed too high to get out of her way. The first few close calls weren't even properly acknowledged, yet the third one proved to be one too many. The branch caught on her leg, throwing her off balance and before she knew what was happening, she was plummeting to the ground. And while cats land on their feet, teenage girls running through the woods landed on their ankle.

"MOTHERFUCKING HELL!" Jenna hissed. She didn't have time for this. Grabbing the same branch she had tripped over, she used it to prop herself up and then as assistance in heading to the mine. It served as a walking stick/cane, though the latter description was likely more accurate at this point. It hurt to put weight on the thing - not enough for it to be broken or sprained, but enough to cause her considerable distress. By the time she made it to the outside of the mine, Jenna tossed the stick aside and took a deep breath. It would take all of her mental focus to keep quiet enough to creep along the outskirts of the mine and avoid Dec and Finn's attention. She didn't see them in the clearing, so they had to be in there.

Each step was pained, but she bit down on her tongue hard to keep herself quiet. She kept the edge, where the mine cast natural shadows, to avoid being seen. And by some stroke of luck, she managed to creep past them, hugging the wall and using the darkness as cover. Her soccer coach would've been proud. Hell, if Finn had been her accomplice in this, she was sure Finn would've been ecstatic.

Once she got a good distance away from Dec and Finn, Jenna let herself take a breath. She looked down at her ankle for a moment with pity, before she threw herself down to the ground. "FUCK THAT HURTS!" Jenna exclaimed, knowing that Dec and Finn would hear. She was on her back, clutching her ankle, at least thirty feet father into the mine than they were. By all appearances, she figured it would seem like she had been telling the truth the entire time. She even had an injury that was aggravated and would explain why she hadn't come out yet.


Guinevere Stark

Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Floor Hallways - New York, New York
{"They told me I couldn't so I did."}


Guin couldn't help but sigh slightly and shake her head. "Remind me to never play a tabletop game with you guys," she quipped. They had to have the worst luck in the galaxy, maybe even in the universe, at this rate. With all of the alarms blaring, at least the Dwarves were zipping around the facility, scouting out the various routes. She headed in through the main door with the others, keeping one eye on the Dwarves readout screen at all times.

"Carolina, you remember where those stairs are? I can send Sleepy to go look for them," Guin offered. Time really was of the essence and she hoped that the young mutant remembered the rough schematic of the lab. They'd need to get down there as quick as they could. Hell, it probably would've been a better idea to send Pietro and Oshea to take the teams to their needed positions - but planning, like luck, wasn't their strongest point.

Lizzie Roswell

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


"There are several answers to that question," Lizzie replied, faking a smile at the guard. She shut the door behind her, standing squarely in between it and the guard. Despite all of the alarms, she decided that she could leave Adder to deal with the sweep. For now, she was going to have a bit of enjoyment with her new friend. Had she not already tossed away her coat, she would have rolled up her sleeves as she began to stride towards the guard.

"The simplest answer to your seemingly daft question is that you walked into the room," Lizzie mused, taking another step. "Of course, it is possible that you crawled, ran, hopped, skipped, biked, drove...But I saw you walk into this room, so the real question then is whether or not I am a reliable witness." She chuckled a bit, before raising her hand in front of the guard. For a moment, she held it there in the air, enjoying this moment, this anticipation.

"Now, as for another possible answer to your question...You got here because your greed and stupidity put you on this path, in which you would ultimately take a job working security for an organization that despises your kind," Lizzie explained, before resting her hand on the man's cheek. "But hey, at least you'll be high before you die! That's something, right?" For good measure, she patted the man on the cheek before shoving him roughly out of the way. She glanced at the console, searching for a switch or button that would allow her to place the facility on lockdown.
@Lady Amalthea The lovely Andromeda Aldrich, not-so-freshly killed.



Jack Hudson

Location: Outside Building One (Medical)


Jack nodded, preparing himself physically and mentally to catch Tiffany. As much as he wanted to keep looking to see if his wife was nearby, he needed to have all of his attention on Tiffany. If not, one or both of them could end up falling into Newnan's newly formed abyss. He gave her a thumbs up to better indicate that he was ready, perhaps not a moment too soon. He saw Tiffany stumble slightly before he felt the ground shake, his insides quickly beginning to fill with dread.

Finding Tatiana was one thing...but it was readily apparent to him that they might not be able to make it out of Newnan alive. Jack grabbed onto Tiffany tightly as soon as she made it across, but neither of them stayed horizontal. He fell, hitting hard up against the concrete, but he kept a death grip on Tiffany. He knew his grip was likely painful at this point, but he didn't care. She was dangling over the edge and Jack shifted his position slightly. With a bit of a grunt, he pulled Tiffany up over the edge and back onto the relatively safe concrete.

"We gotta get out of here, grab a bag if we can," Jack said quickly. "You good, man?" Of course, the Boston native realized that Tiffany was, in fact, not a man but it didn't matter at the moment. He would've called the Queen of England man right then and there. He glanced at the ledge for a moment, before standing up and offering a hand to Tiffany, that way she could get up as well.

The sooner they got away from the edge of the ledge, the better. Tatiana...She was a survivor. He'd see her again. He had to.

Beatrice Decker

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


Beatrice noticed which bag Thana grabbed, but she didn't say anything. She noticed that she felt a little bit of happiness that it hadn't been Ryan's, which in itself was troubling. She shouldn't give a shit about whose bag Thana took. Hell, if anything, Ryan's was the best option - the man was dead. Using a dead man's belongings wasn't something that had ever caused her to think twice before, yet now, there was an emotional connotation to it.

Maybe Newnan had softened her, despite her best efforts to remain guarded. What did this mean for her? She dwelled on her own thoughts and motivations, only half listening to the introductions. She thought she had made the decision to continue on with them to Eden rationally - but her emotions seemed to be getting the better of her. Was this really the smart decision to make? It was going to get her killed. And yet, she couldn't help but feel at peace with that choice. "Beatrice Decker, Process Server," Beatrice said once Gavin had introduced himself.

At Gavin's question, though, she shot him a look rather than a reply. To her, it was obvious where she was "hanging her hat." She held the gaze for a few seconds before looking off in the direction of the Bostonian. She was right - the Tank group did need some more information. Filling people in on the details wasn't Gavin's strong suit, so it seemed.

Ravi Chakrabarti

Location: Funeral Home, North of Newman


Hadn't Riley and Niesha been listening? With the type of disaster that just went down on Newnan, they needed to get as far away as they could. The appeal to head back there to grab supplies and food was large, especially since they needed those in order to survive, but Ravi came from earthquake country in the United States. Aftershocks were doubtless going to happen, walkers would invade the area - it would be suicide to go back there. He wanted to save as many people as he could, but he felt certain that no one in Newnan could have survived that.

To him, their best option would be to make their way as quietly as they could to Gavin and the others. They had supplies. Maybe they hadn't made it to Peachtree yet, though knowing Gavin, they easily could be in the middle of the melee right now, entirely unaware as to what was happening back in Newnan.

"Supply run only," Ravi finally conceded. They did need those supplies - and they weren't too far away at this point. He followed Riley back towards the Franklin section of Newnan, hoping that they weren't making a mistake in returning to Newnan. For a moment, he thought he felt the ground start to shake again, but when he looked up, he saw an enormous truck.

"Is...is that one of yours?" Ravi asked.
@Nallore Hey, so Jenna didn't park her car in a ditch - she thought about it, but parked at Town Hall
I will be getting my post up tonight after dinner with a colleague ^_^




Location: the Mournweald Estate


The Great Bazhooli? James racked his brain for other people he knew with the Great as part of their name, yet he came up empty. Most of the historical figures he knew were ones that he was related to. All young Crypts were taught their heritage from a young age, able to rattle off the names and accomplishments of their most important ancestors. Some of them were largely held to be myths at this point, yet James believed fiercely in each and everyone of them.

For the Great Bazhooli to be the only the Great...James' eyes widened. He had to be excellent at something - maybe he was skilled with poisons or with wrestling bears? Or maybe he was just really really good at dancing the Mamushka? Virginia had promised to teach it to him once he was a little older and had gotten the hang of throwing either knives or a hatchet. She herself danced it with hatchets, having even trained in their use while in the colonies. James wanted to learn with daggers, having been inspired by tales of an Italian Crypt told by his mother.

"Could the Great Bazwhooli teach me the Mamushka?" James asked quickly, before turning to look at Virginia. "Please, Ginny? He's the Great! He can show me how to do it with knives and stuff! With the giant kitty too! Tigers and Mamushka!" James clapped his hands together in the Mamushka rhythm, winning a smile from Virginia.

"Oh, little devil, only Crypts know that dance," Virginia replied. "But perhaps the knives - then I can teach you the dance." She had been raised on the Mamushka, taught that it was a part of Crypt cultural heritage and used as a dance for celebrations. The idea that a stranger would know the dance as something more never even occurred to her.

James didn't even wait for Virginia to say if it was okay to ride - he was already trying to get up on the horse, which was practically as tall as he was - if not more. Virginia glanced at Alfred for a moment. While it would be faster, she didn't like the idea of leaving Alfred behind. He was family in all but name.

"I'll bring the carriage 'round to the manor.," Alfred offered. "You go on with Master James, my lady. You needn't worry 'bout me - I'm more than just an old gent. Send word if you need help with the little tyke." He chuckled slightly and Virginia nodded. James' safety was being prioritized today. Moving as quickly as possible would help to that end.

"Thank you," Virginia then said to the rider who had extended his hand for her, as she took it and mounted the horse behind him.

"Where's Russia?" James then asked.


Cecily Ashworth

Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico


So far, she had been successful in her mission to fade away into the background. No one had quite approached her for a conversation and despite Caesar instructing her to go find Thalia, she couldn't help but feel like getting some space to herself. Was it the best idea? No, not by any means. With her drink in hand, Cecily weaved her way through the crowd, never hovering in one location too long. Yet that was only entertaining for ten minutes, tops. And she had already been spending a fair deal of her time trying to avoid socially awkward situations at a wake.

Eventually, by some stroke of luck, she managed to find a quiet spot. She took a quick sip of her drink almost as by reflex before she pulled out her phone. It had been off since she left Justice. Was there a possibility that it had been bugged and that turning it on would put them all in danger? Of course, yet she felt it was rather slim. It wasn't her normal phone and it hadn't been out of her sight at any point - not that she was aware of. There were probably texts waiting for her. Slipping the phone in her pocket, Cecily went through a little mental exercise, thinking who would've sent her a text in the last few hours.

Riley. Straight off the bat, that one was obvious. She had shared a kiss with the rockstar and they had gone on a date - but were they friends? Were they something more? The forensic technician turned coroner didn't have an answer. She never really liked people that way.

Roy. She bit her lip slightly. With everything that had happened, some things had become a blur. Did she let Roy know that she had left the country? He had told her to stick with Caesar. And of course, she couldn't help but dwell for a moment on the troubling information Roy had disclosed to them the day before...It didn't simplify things by any means.

College Friends - Will and Ravi. She and Will had been roommates, both completing a Chemistry program. And Ravi had been doing his residency at the University of Pittsburgh. They had gone to conventions together, where Cecily explored her love of cosplay. She and Will had always done a killer Black Butler. She still had the costume with her - just in case.

But was turning on her phone worth the data fee for out of country roaming and the potential to signal down their location? She couldn't justify it. Instead, her eyes swept through the crowd, seeing if she could locate Thalia and the Luchadors - just so she'd know where they were. She couldn't help but watch to see if Natasha or Caesar returned.

Iris Kingston

Location: Justice Asylum


Jaina was as happy as could be. Sure, she felt a lot of pain at the moment and movement would be a little bit tough, but she was a special sort of crazy. She focused on her bliss to the exclusion of other sensations, causing her to just giggle as she stayed down - at least for now. It was entirely possible for her to go on the attack again, even if it meant hurting herself. She didn't understand the concept.

"Они платят вам за это? Зачем беспокоиться?" Jaina asked, a bit confused. Death didn't make any sense to her. Show her a corpse and she'd expect it to keep on moving, for the person to just shake it off and continue about their day. "Я думаю, что некоторым людям нравится снова и снова заниматься одной и той же работой - я просто их зацепил. Не нужно беспокоиться о том, что они снова вернутся сюда!" She giggled a bit, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. The suit lady was a BIG improvement over the doctor. She'd keep her happy and bubbly, the psychopath decided. For how long? That was anyone's guess.

Iris was holding her head, using the wall to rise to her feet. The pain was extraordinary, but her driving force was a patient in need in front of her. There wasn't a guarantee they'd have a translator again, so if she could work through this splitting pain without vomiting, she'd try her best to do it. "Qu'est-ce qu'elle dit?" Iris asked. If they were lucky, it'd help with her treatment.

And in the back of her mind, she wondered if Jaina knew anything about Cynthia and her mother. "Et si vous pouvez...Est-ce qu'elle sait quelque chose de Cynthia McMillan?"

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