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Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley
Location: Lady Luck's
"'Fraid not, I can see if the bar has any if he can't stay topside," Dorothy replied, biting her lip for a moment as she thought through the various options. She could always see what the nastiest smelling thing they had in the back was - there was bound to be something disgusting that they could use. When the waitress delivered the water for Fitz, Dorothy practically stared him down. "Drink up - but not too quickly, you hear?" Dorothy instructed him. She was worried that he'd guzzle it and the water would then make a reappearance a moment later - but this time, all over the floor of the tavern and mixed in with whatever Dr. Townsley had had for lunch.
"Th-th-thanks," Fitz said, taking the water with trembling hands. It was a miracle it didn't go all over the table and Fitz gulped down the first bit. He took a deep breath at Jackie's instruction, before downing the rest of the glass. So much for taking it slowly. But at any rate, it did seem to calm him down some. Fitz gripped the empty glass, finding that he could keep his body steady.
To say he had social anxiety was an understatement.
Dorothy glanced over the menu, noting once more that Harper had passed one to her sister. There wasn't an outburst of I can get it myself or anything along those lines. Perhaps she'd need to give Daphne the Talk when they got back to the ship later. She could be entirely wrong, but Dorothy had a guilty fondness of matchmaking. It was sweet and exciting at the same time.
"I'll pl-play," Fitz answered, forcing a smile at Anisa. There was some sweat on his forehead but he loved games. If he had cards in his hand and could focus on the mechanics of gameplay, it'd be better for him in the long run. As for the pilot, Fitz glanced up in confusion. He hadn't said where he was from - just that he was an engineer. Or was that his way of asking? He didn't see much harm in it.
"I d-didn't say, but I'm fr-from Osiris," Fitz answered. "Y-You?" He didn't think twice about it - it felt natural to ask. It was like if someone asked what your favorite circuit was - you say parallel and then ask them what theirs is.
Nora Kingston
Location: the Museum
Nora's nerves were hardly settled, but she found that asking herself a small mathematical problem each time she began to feel faint was doing marvels. The angle of safe viewing appeared to be holding and she slowly allowed herself to increase it as time went on. Ideally, she would be able to stare him directly in the face - all while thinking through various proofs and theorems.
Her eyes widened slightly as Lady Munn mentioned the permits. In the fray, they had entirely slipped her mind. Yet the trip to the office would be welcome - fresh air could not hurt. She attempted to be as calm as Vera was frantic, moving to help Vera with the preparations, only to see that Lady Munn had gathered all of the papers already. She then turned, hearing the Lord Keystone call her not by name, but by the courtesy title. Had she not been so frazzled and exhausted, she perhaps would have not protested, but the words practically slipped out before she could stop herself. "I will only be opposed if you refer to me as Lady Kingston another time - I much prefer to be called Miss Kingston."
Nora brushed herself off a little more, having already risen to a standing position. She hoped that Lady Munn would protest if she did not wish the gentlemen's company to the permit office. She gave a polite nod to Lauren, having appreciated her help. She was a good friend to Nora.
I’ll get my post up once @FantasyChic does
@Nallore So I’m gonna hold off on approving the CS’s since I may be making slight modifications for chapter four characters
The Devil's Triangle:
Septima: The creature's eyes glazed over as the witch's spell took hold. It was a simple one, yet incredibly powerful. It drained the victim of all will and emotion, causing them to become compliant. Septima smiled, allowing herself to relax. "Very good. Now, where is flask?" she asked, her voice heavily accented. Yet the creature's image rippled slightly, before solidifying. The creature was part of the flask's magic - and if it could no longer protect it, it would be terminated.
"Everywhere," the creature croaked, its voice echoing ominously throughout the space. Its image rippled again, before crumbling.
Millicent: Eventually, the tunnel system appears to come to a stop. It opens up into a gigantic cavern. In the middle of the room, there is a gigantic three headed dog. The creature passes by the dog without disturbing it, before vanishing through a narrow crack of light. Strange whispers in a language she cannot understand seem to come from the opening. While Millicent could just follow right after the creature, there's no guarantee that the dog will be quite as passive with her. Either way, the flask is near - incredibly near.
Sirena: As Sirena's body hits the beach, she continues to fall. Her surroundings changed abruptly - one minute, it's Cyprus. The next moment, it's tumultuous waters of the Caribbean. By the island's coastline, it's none other than Port Royal. There is a single ship battling the waves - yet there is plenty of debris littering the waters and the coastline. There's a single soul on the deck of that vessel, and as Sirena crashes onto the deck, there's confusion yet relief on their face.
"Sirena! Right! W the bloomin' bloody hell fire did yer come from, then, eh, luv? Never mind that, right, we need ter cop ter the island - or we'll be meetin' Davy Jones!" Harlianne called out. A wave crashed up against the ship and the pirate clung to a bit of rigging for dear life. Welcome to Harlianne's reoccurring nightmare. Is it real? Is it just an illusion created by the flask?
"Sirena! I don't have all bleedin' day!" Harlianne added, her face scrunched up in annoyance.
Anna: Remember how I said you'd hate me, Nal? Well...Anastasia is running out of options. She'll need to come up with something. As she makes a mad dash for the exit, the shark rushes up to her. And when she freezes, it doesn't go away. No, instead it circles her, pausing for a moment. It then darts forward and tears off her left leg from the knee down. The pain is undeniable - but hey! Ghosts don't bleed, so she doesn't need to worry about that!
Elissa: The swarm continues to attack her, cutting into her ghostly-flesh(?). If she doesn't escape soon, the pain will be unbearable. Is she near a true death? Or would this be a torture that would last for eternity? Jury's still out on that one. However, she will be able to spot what appears to be a tunnel system. Whispers come from it, in a language that she does not speak yet she understands. The meaning of the words is not something that can be described in words, but in feelings: balance, sorrow and joy, pain and peace, beginning and end. Dark and light.
@FantasyChic@Nallore@BlueSky44@Witch Cat:
Okay, everyone! Quick announcement: Our story arc will be moving onto a Fourth Chapter shortly. This will come with a brief timeskip. Once the survivors have fled the circus, I am going to strongly encourage the addition of new characters. The sky's the limit with these new ones (though they have to be reasonable). Why new characters? Simple. The end game is to defeat Hel - you'll need all the help you can get. And with the losses we've had so far, it may help to bring in some new team members. At the start of chapter four, we will be updating relations sheets. There will be no clue sheets required.
Also, that twist at the end? That's been planned since the very start. This RP is all about betrayal, ladies and gents. Keenan betrayed Seraphina, causing her death. And now...Well, you'll see once you read the update~
Okay, everyone! Quick announcement: Our story arc will be moving onto a Fourth Chapter shortly. This will come with a brief timeskip. Once the survivors have fled the circus, I am going to strongly encourage the addition of new characters. The sky's the limit with these new ones (though they have to be reasonable). Why new characters? Simple. The end game is to defeat Hel - you'll need all the help you can get. And with the losses we've had so far, it may help to bring in some new team members. At the start of chapter four, we will be updating relations sheets. There will be no clue sheets required.
Also, that twist at the end? That's been planned since the very start. This RP is all about betrayal, ladies and gents. Keenan betrayed Seraphina, causing her death. And now...Well, you'll see once you read the update~
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Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:26 P.M. Local Time
~remember, some of you were sent information as to what you know about the Mullo and Hel via PM a while back...~
Outside Coventry...With practiced ease, Carolina manages to lob the rock towards Guin. Unfortunately, with Carolina's condition, her power of astral suggestion once more does not appear to work. This in itself is rather strange - humans are usually relatively easy to influence like this. Yet while her luck is not the best, it is by no means the worst. Guin's eyes are wide and she blinks rapidly, attempting to comprehend what she just saw. A rock picked itself up and threw itself at the ground near her.
"What the fuck?" Guin muttered. "That's not possible..."
From what she could tell, it violated the Second Law of Thermodynamics. It was the same law that explained why a broken mug wouldn't suddenly reassemble itself - or why a rock wouldn't pick itself up and throw itself at her feet. She shook her head slightly, glancing around. Her thought process was fairly visible - it was confusion, mixed with understanding. "Something's not right here...Okay, Guin, think...Weird girl getting hunted down by O.M.E.N. agents that she probably murdered...Things defying the laws of physics...On a scale of one to last election, how fucked am I?"
Guin paced back and forth a moment, running a hand through her hair. She wished she had her phone still - now would've been a hell of a good time to get the fuck out of dodge.
Coventry Circus Grounds...
"I don't know," Aloise admitted to Darren. Could Hel really bring everyone back to life? It was such a tempting idea, one that made Aloise want to believe her. If Hel was genuine, then all of her friends she had lost could live once more: Darren, Eudora, Seraphina, Emmie, Andromeda, and countless others...The Judeo-Christian deities had been in charge of the universe for eras, from what she understood. Yet there was no reason that it had to be that way.
"A hunter's job is to save people," Aloise said a minute later, before slowly pushing herself to her feet. She had a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. Her body was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt - she looked like something that not even the cat would drag in. "Right?" she asked Darren.
"'Course," Darren replied, curling his fingers around his own piece. "Guns blazing, Ally?"
Yet Aloise didn't look him in the eye. "Saving people. No matter the personal sacrifice," Aloise said.
Hel, of course, was less than thrilled with everyone's reactions. She had already killed two of their number and yet, they continued to resist her. It was wearisome. The poor things - did they not understand that their lives could be better? A return to a simpler time, a new foundation on which they could build a better world. With the return of the Aesir, humanity would no longer need to cower before absentee fathers.
"Such foolish actions," Hel sighed. She drew her hand back, about to toss her sword at her latest victim, when Aloise walked into her peripheral vision. Her lips curled, as the Norse goddess rolled her eyes at the pathetic display of sacrifice. "Do you wish to die first, warrior?"
Aloise glanced back at Darren. "I'm sorry." Turning her gaze forward, she dropped her weapons and bent down onto her knees. "I kneel. Raise my dead. I don't care which deity is top dog. I'm a hunter - my job is to save as many people as I can. This is how I do that."
Hel's hand paused, the sword suspended in air. For a moment, warmth shone through her eyes, though it quickly vanished. Her hand dropped for a moment, though she still had an iron grip on the sword. She then stabbed her sword into the ground, strange sparks emanating from the sword then creating an elaborate pattern. Her other hand flew out, grabbing Aloise by the arm, as Hel then smiled and turned to her gigantic wolf, Fenrir.
"Fenrir - I believe it's time for your supper," Hel said coolly, before the sparks became a blinding beam of light, causing Hel and Aloise to vanish. Everyone in the circus still remained - along with the bloodthirsty wolf. Fight or flee? The choice is yours, but you'll want to choose quickly...
I will update here tomorrow night, flying home in 7 hours
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