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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
"That does suck," Cecily agreed. It felt awkward, having Thalia tell her to stay strong and to let her know if she needed anything. While she had been hit with a physical bullet, it was removed and the injury was healing. Thalia's was emotional and the healing process had only just begun. The shrapnel hadn't been entirely removed quite yet. "Same goes for you," Cecily added, watching as Thalia headed back into the crowd. It wasn't long until she noticed the woman from before thrust a baby into Thalia's arms before storming off.

And while she didn't speak any Spanish, she heard the shouting as it carried and understood that it wasn't good. Something had gone wrong. Tugging on her hair, Cecily reasoned that the screamer may have been the woman that handed Thalia the baby - but it could have been someone else entirely. To say they were the same person was a deductive leap that Cecily wasn't entirely comfortable with. At any rate, she was out of place in this wake and Natasha didn't seem to be anywhere. Glancing around, Cecily resolved to head back to the room. Maybe she'd see about watching a movie or something, or at least, hopefully find where Natasha had disappeared to.

Taking her drink with her, as she wasn't entirely sure where to put it and didn't want to be disrespectful to the proceedings by accident, Cecily followed her mental map upstairs and back to the rooms the Gonzalez family had generously set aside for them. Once she got outside of her room, she paused for a moment and knocked gently. "Natasha? If you're in here... it's just me," Cecily said, before slipping inside. She didn't want to catch anyone by surprise. "Cecily," she then said, realizing that it's me wasn't the most clear thing to say.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
Jaina applauded at the assassin's agreement to play a game. Why did she have to hang around doctors all day when there was someone this exciting and this fun? While Cynthia was undisputedly her painting buddy, she felt like Risa was a kindred spirit. Everyone needed multiple friends anyways - it just made life all the more exciting! She clicked her tongue as she started thinking through her favorite games. Russian Roulette? Mumblety-peg? Monopoly? Twister? Jacks? Of course, if they got a wheel and tied the psychiatrist to it, they could do knife throwing! It was a circus staple, one that she sorely missed...

"Oh...Oh! Je suis très desolée," Iris apologized. It hadn't even occurred to her that it may be better for communication between the two of them to be confidential. On a daily basis, she always spoke English to the staff and most of the patients spoke English as well. She preferred to be transparent like that, but with Jaina Sarbye, she couldn't deny that there was an advantage to some element of secrecy. The woman hadn't so much fallen down the rabbit hole as jumped down with a wide grin on her face.

"Elle semble...mieux," Iris commented. Jaina was still clicking her tongue as she thought, but she wasn't leaping up to attack. Just what was the translator saying to her? Risa had impressive grit and courage. Not many people would walk into an asylum, prevent an attempted murder, and still be so collected as she was.

"Mumblety-peg!" Jaina announced. She winked at Iris, before focusing her attention back on Risa. Risa was the fun one, after all. And Mumblety-peg was one of her favorites. The way Jaina always played it, it was a competition in knives. The competitors would throw knives at the ground between their feet. Whoever got the knife closest to their feet without cutting themselves would win.

"Добро пожаловать, приветствуйте всех! Сегодня вечером мы увидим необыкновенный подвиг! В этом углу, прекрасная леди, убивающая, ... как тебя зовут, кукла? И тогда, конечно, против нее, ваш действующий чемпион ... Удивительная Аврора!" Jaina applauded, after addressing her imaginary audience once more. Seems there wasn't subtitles in this version for Iris, who couldn't help but be a bit wary, shooting Risa a look that clearly asked for an explanation as to what was going on. Why did she take her phone out of her bag?

In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley
Location: Lady Luck's
There was something odd about the other man at the table. He had asked Fitz to repeat where he was from - when he hadn't said so in the first place - and then he refused to give Fitz information in return. Then, he had caught a glimpse of an odd look from him, though it vanished within a blink of an eye. Ironically, the more uncomfortable he felt with Harper, the less terrifying Jackie became to him. She hadn't done anything but be kind to him...in her own sort of way.

Once Harper, Anisa, and Daphne finished ordering, Dorothy glanced up from the menu and smiled at the waitress. "I'll have a hum bao plate and...Oh, some sweet douhua." She then folded her menu, content with her choices. She figured that she could give a hum bao or two to Daphne if she was hungry - it usually ended up that way when they were kids. Once she was full, she'd see if her sister wanted to finish off her plate.

Picking up her hand of cards, Dorothy perused them while keeping an eye on the panicky engineer simultaneously. While he was still jittery and the stutter was present, he seemed to have gotten a bit of a grip. "Dr. Townsley, better?" Dorothy asked, wanting to get a verbal confirmation from him.

Fitz had been feeling better, even managing to only squirm in his seat slightly at the soft jabs from the female captain. He couldn't help his social anxiety. He knew that he was making a fool of himself. Dwelling on it only made it worse...Like if he told himself that he was being ridiculous, he'd end up hyperventilating and only looking even more outlandish, and if that kept up he'd be liable to pass out and create an even bigger scene. He'd then later wake up to start the cycle over again - though it wasn't as much of a cycle as it was a ladder.

Jackie was.... a criminal mastermind? That was the gist that Fitz was able to comprehend. His eyes went wide and he nearly forgot that the waitress was patiently waiting to take their orders. The first thing that popped into his head was Shepherd's Pie. All of the food being ordered sounded amazing - and he had had the chance to try some of the more working class street food fare recently. Nothing reminded him more of home, though, than Shepherd's Pie. His mother was awful at making it - bloody awful. "Ah, hi, yes, I'll...I'll h-have Shepherd's Pie, if you've g-got it?" Fitz inquired.

He then turned to Jackie, his voice dropping. "S-so are you...are you a...m-murderer?" Fitz asked.
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Witch Cat Approved! Move her on over. For your next post, just post for Daniyal. I'm going to start doing updates for the new characters with my next post.
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore Looks good, move them on over.

@Witch Cat Okay, fixed some of your coding issues. These issues need to be taken care of:
--Needs to have a character quote - under extras.
--Firearm use is too vague - need to specify what type (pistols, shotguns, rifles, etc)
--Similarly, need to specify what type of guns she has (I'm fine if you just put down handgun, pistol, generic terms like that. Don't need specific model).

I switched her location to Washington D.C. for you, since that's where O.M.E.N. headquarters is. Also, you're missing an image above the Cards On the Table section - feel free to add one in. Once you've made the changes listed above, tag me or Nallore. Once either of us confirms they've been made, you can move her over.



In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nancy Parker
Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 205)
Nancy grinned, imagining outfitting the Paradoxes with muzzles. Eve would definitely have something to say about that, but if the next few were just as loud as these ones, Nancy and Gio may as well ask Gil if he had a few in his hat. Would it be hypocritical for her to get irritated with the louder Paradoxes? Perhaps a tad. The irony wasn't lost on the Emendator. "Hmm...I don't want the others to miss out on the welcoming gifts...Maybe we do them in waves, Gio? Each day, we rig a few more rooms until they've all been properly welcomed to Ville au Camp." She'd hate for any Paradox to be left out, after all.

Nancy nodded at Gio's argument that the costume was key: without it, they may not be able to pull it off. She was a skilled actress and able to mimic easily, but the clothing was really going to sell it. And with Gio's flare for writing, the script was going to be near perfect. It'd be a shame to waste all of that effort and preparation. They had come up with hundreds if not thousands of schemes together throughout the ages, but this had to be Nancy's favorite by far. She held her breath, as if that would help somehow, as Gio stuck his head out the door to check that the coast was clear.

Once he gave her the signal to follow, Nancy shut the door softly behind her and sprinted as lightly as she could on her toes over to Gio's room. Once they made it to Gio's room, Nancy darted inside, listening to see if any Paradoxes or Emendators had appeared in the hallway. There didn't seem to be any others at the moment. "Think we're good for now...Where's the costume?" Nancy asked.
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nora Kingston
Location: the Museum
Nora hesitated for a moment, a bit stunned that Peter had acquiesced to her request. Even when she informed other members of the peerage that she preferred to be addressed as Miss Kingston, they often would instantly lapse back into the use of her courtesy title. To have her request acknowledged and both fulfilled was something that she did not quite expect. The Lord Captain - no, Peter - was more than a brilliant mathematician in her mind. He was also a good man.

"Very well then, Peter," Nora replied with a soft smile.

His insistence to escort her was similarly unexpected. He was courting Lady Munn - would he not prefer to escort her? The British had limitations as to displays of affection, so surely he would wish to guide Lady Munn to the permit office? His indiscretion did not warrant such a display of remorse. Truthfully, if George were to escort her, it would test the angle of safe viewing she had determined - yet it would also allow her to increase her tolerance. Her skittish and nervous behavior was rather uncouth towards George.

"Please do not stress too much over the indiscretion - it is already forgiven and forgotten," Nora said. "Yet if you insist and do not wish to escort Lady Munn instead, I would be happy to accept your escort."

Nora tilted her head slightly at Neema's grin. Was she simply happy that she was not having another fainting spell? She supposed she could inquire later, but there were more pressing matters at hand. They would need to obtain the permit and then prepare for the expedition - a set of tasks that others present had far more experience with. "I would very much like that, Lauren," Nora answered her friend, with a bit of a shy smile. She truthfully didn't know if she had the time, but she always did enjoy sharing a drink with the other Irish speaker.

At Peter's question, Nora nodded politely, though she had a bit of an amused smile at Vera's clumsiness. She followed the duo along with her escort, Peter, the famed mathematician.
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee
The Caribbean: April 5th, 1719 - 4:50 AM Local Time
The Devil's Triangle:

Septima: Septima screamed, curling her fists in rage. Her lengthy nails dug into her skin but she didn't care. The pain was good, helpful even as it allowed her to focus on the task at hand. Closing her eyes, Septima took centering and calming breaths. She uncurled her hands and stretched her fingertips out, attempting to sense the magic surrounding her. If done properly, she may be able to sense the enormous amount of magic radiated by the flask - allowing her to find it.

"By the Mother, Crane, and the Daughter..." Septima muttered under her breath. She couldn't pinpoint a single location for the flask. By her senses, it truly was everywhere. But how was that even possible? Its magic must have been playing tricks on her, blinding her senses.

Millicent: By some stroke of luck, Millicent's technique works - for the most part. Although she ducks past the beast without any harm, it awakens from its slumber and howls. It cranes its heads towards her, attempting to rip her apart, but she's already just out of reach. At any rate, everyone can hear the howling of the gigantic dog. It's going to draw attention to her - that isn't likely to be good. However, there's no way that she can slip past the dog again. The only way to move is forward.

The space Millicent has entered is strangely bright. The light is not uncomfortable and it hasn't caused the room to heat too much. Imagine the perfect sunny day, where the glare isn't in your eyes but you can feel the warmth gently on your skin - this is exactly like that. The whispers in a strange language are growing stronger, only now she can make out some of the words. Sigrs...Aesir... Their meaning, of course, does not make a great deal of sense. Yet sitting in the center of the cavern is the flask. For a flask that everyone has gone to such trouble over, it's rather small. There are far more ornate flasks in the castles of England and France.

Sirena: The ship continues to be battered by the waves, whether it is real or an illusion. As the water hits Sirena, it will feel as real as any other time. The wind in her face could not be any truer. The bucket Harlianne tossed towards her, to use in order to get some of the water out of the vessel, hurt just like a real bucket as it smacked Sirena in the face, hitting her nose.

"Sirena, right, woss the chuffin' matter wiv yer? Yor goin' on nonsense," Harlianne replied, taking up her own bucket and futilely attempting to get the water out of her boat. Just as she tossed water out, the waves just sent more in. She continued on with the routine for another minute or so, before turning around and looking at Sirena. She did seem to be awfully shaken. And she hadn't been on the ship a moment before...had she? She couldn't remember Sirena, yet at the same time, it didn't seem unusual for her to be here.

"I'll kill yer dead if this boat sinks."

Anna: For the moment, the shark seems content to feast on Anna's leg. The water around the shark had a soft, shimmering cloud of blood. Of course, the leg isn't going to entertain the shark for long. It may very well be in the mood for seconds. Yet perhaps not all hope is lost - as she looks around for some sort of weapon, she'll notice a strangely crafted saber. It seems to be made of an unknown black metal. She wouldn't be a pirate if she couldn't swashbuckle so...good luck!

Elissa: Well....Elissa manages to make it into the tunnel system, but she has some company. About half of the swarm follows her inside. They continue to rip and tear as they bite her. As she walks, she's leaving behind a small floating trail of blood. Hopefully there aren't any other creatures around that are attracted to blood, right? It'd be such a shame if there was a shark... However, on the bright side, she can feel that the flask is incredibly near. It's in the direction the strange howling noise came from...So that's fun, right?
In Strange New Waters - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@mnkee@BlueSky44@FantasyChic:

I am posting the update now, sorry for the delay. Got busy taking care of some HoC stuff. At any rate, I thought I'd mention that time is flowing differently in your personal trials, as I've seen them called. So don't be alarmed when you see the date/time stamp placed on the post. ;) That is in fact the correct time for the RP.

@mnkee I imagine not this update but the next, all of the people at Tortuga will start getting involved in the plot once more. It may be easiest for us to just collab, that way our collabs can at least try to keep up with the rate of time passing at the Devil's Triangle
In Current Mood in One Gif → 9 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion

>When you remake an old character and are so excited to see how this fresh take on them goes
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@FantasyChic Yeah, I realized some people had some confusion about it. The idea is that the survivors will get access to O.M.E.N. records (which Jade has) and go on a recruitment spree.
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