Morose

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@BlueSky44: Day 6!

🦄 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 set down the drink that Thalia had given her from earlier, having only consumed an inch a centimeter or two of liquid at the most. As Natasha asked how her arm was, she subconsciously moved her other hand to feel where the wound was. It was a bit tender, but as far as she was aware, it was healing nicely. As she'd jokingly remind her friends in college, she wasn't pre-med. Her judgment that everything was fine was as good as anyone else's. "I think it's fine - thank you," Cecily said.

Her hand was still covering the wound as she listened to Natasha, confusion and then ultimately understanding flickering across her face. She had been terrified of Caesar when she first met him - and even for a while after that. It was only recently that she had started to feel comfortable around him, largely due to the fact that he had saved her life. While he had endangered it in the first place, she had made the choice to go into Queensguard with him. She wasn't forced to put herself in jeopardy. She paced back and forth slightly, before pausing to look at Natasha.

"I can't get out," Cecily finally admitted. "This isn't the first time someone tried to kill me this month." She then shoved her hands in her pocket, still pacing slightly. "I went into work to finish up some analysis on a Saturday - found someone in the coroner's office and they shot at me. The coroner turned up dead not too long after and they put me - a 23 year old girl with no medical background - in charge." Cecily sniffled, turning her gaze away from Natasha. She didn't have a right to crumble down in front of someone who was facing, in Cecily's mind, a great challenge of her own.

"Until this is all over, I can't go. Trust me...I want to run. I want nothing more than to leave this all behind. I could...I could ask my old professors for letters, try to get into a graduate program for the fall," Cecily said, trying her best not to ramble. "But someone out there wants me dead because I won't overlook evidence...You know Batman, right? Justice makes Gotham look like nothing. There's so much corruption and...Caesar's my best chance at making it to see another sunrise."

She let out a deep breath, stopping her pacing. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. "Be careful, okay? If you can get out of Justice...Do it. Please."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Iris hesitated, before nodding. "₁Vous êtes traductrice seulement?" Iris asked, having her suspicions raised a bit with each moment that passed. By her profession, she attempted to help people through understanding them. Risa appeared to have experience with these sort of matters. "₂Est-ce que c'était un être cher?" It was the most reasonable explanation Iris could come up with, for Risa to have this patience and understanding with Jaina. She must have dealt with someone like this before.

"₃A Bazhooli? Vy tsirk? Pochemu ty tak ne skazal?!" Jaina asked, her eyes wide. She then attempted to get into a cross legged position, but her leg was more than sore. Instead, she decided to stretch both legs out in front of her and attempt to get a nice stretch in. She chuckled a bit, looking at Risa, Shadow of the Night. For a brief moment, Jaina considered just giving Risa the information that she asked for already. If Risa was Circus, then she was part of Jaina's only true family. Of course, she had left the Circus but to her, she was forever part of it.

"₄Ty zdes', chtoby pomoch' s moim pobegom?" Jaina added. She was clasping her toes at this point, enjoying the bit of her stretching routine. Risa was keeping her thoroughly and utterly entertained. "₅No snachala davayte igrat'. U vas yest' nozh, kotoryy my mozhem ispol'zovat'?"

Translations

1 = You're only a translator?
2 = Was it a loved one?
3 = A Bazhooli? Are you circus? Why didn't you say so?!
4 = Are you here to help with my escape then?
5 = But first, let's play. Do you have a knife we can use?

Rise of the Evos

Interested ^_~

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: in a TANK

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Correction: the Australian wasn't the only one that was a fan of nicknames. Gavin was one as well. If she didn't play her cards carefully, she'd both be killed on this mission and gain an unfortunate nickname as well. Somehow, he'd stumble upon one of her most hated nicknames from growing up. And if that happened, well, no one would need to worry about Gavin helping to repopulate the world. His family jewels would be beyond saving.

Beatrice glanced around the tank for a moment, ignoring the radio that Gavin was holding out to her. She then widened her eyes in fake shock. "Oh, you were talking to me?" Beatrice quipped. She accepted the radio from him, with a warning look that clearly emphasized not calling her a little lady again. She certainly didn't have the manners of one and she wasn't afraid to let Gavin learn that lesson if it was warranted. Beatrice got herself comfortable, able to access her gun if she needed to and operate the radio as needed. Hearing the message, Beatrice considered passing it along to Gavin, but the thought of Gavin hitting his head up against the steel duck brought a bit of a smile to her face.

"Before all this?" Beatrice asked, though she didn't wait for Lola to confirm. "I was in Coney Island for a job. Did a fair bit of freelance work - mostly finding people. My speciality. This woman's daughter was missing. Gotten in with the wrong crowd," she paused for a moment, reflecting back on it all. "...Never did get the final payment on that job, but hey, shit happened. There was no sense in flying back to California with the outbreak. I ended up in Georgia about three years or so in."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore: Day 7! Need to get a post in today.
@Witch Cat: In the future, please break up your post into two clear parts for each character. It's okay if they're in the same location, but with one in Coventry and the other in Washington D.C., it's hard to read. So separate heading for separate characters.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore Approved! Move him on over - sorry, completely spaced on him

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Peridot@Almalthia@LadyRunic@FantasyChic: Day 5! Need to get those posts in, as it's driving up counters on those waiting for people to reply before they can post

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

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Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck's

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A thought suddenly struck Fitz: what if he couldn't find a ship that would take him on? If the typical application for a crew member involved killing and other crimes, then he was severely under-qualified. The only thing he had ever killed in his life was an exam at university. Unconsciously, he had started tapping his hand against his knee in increasingly complex patterns. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap taaap tap tap taaap tap tap taaap. He genuinely enjoyed the company of people - his nervous stutter and his naivety often made it appear otherwise.

It would've been easy for him to just get twitchy and run as soon as Jackie explained to him her moral philosophy. She was a liar and a thief - he imagined probably some sort of hired muscle too, maybe. But she had saved him, hadn't she? His mind then flashed back to Royus - he had spent a long time traveling the 'Verse and he handled the kids in the shop easily with his piece. It was possible that Royus was like Jackie one day.

Fitz stopped tapping his fingers, making up his mind. Truthfully, he liked Jackie - she seemed like a good person, deep down. Everyone else at the table, even Daphne, probably had written him off as a nervous kid over his head. But he was more than that - he was an almost thirty year old engineer trying to get out of his comfort zone in the most extreme way possible.

"Th-th-thanks," Fitz said to Jackie. "I l-like you too...Not like like but...n-not that you're not pretty or anything but...you're...n-nice...to me, at l-least," Fitz added.

Dorothy wasn't too sure what to think of the entire situation. The fish out of water engineer seemed to be a little insane, just straight up asking someone like Jackie if she had ever killed someone. But at the same time, he was lucky. Ask anyone else that type of question and the response wouldn't necessarily be so friendly. She shrugged it off, looking back over towards her sister and Harper. She was about to suggest to Daphne that she might like the hum bao plate as well, but she bit her tongue.

She needed to let Daphne make her own choices, make her own mistakes. She wasn't the little girl she left on Boros anymore. Harper and Anisa's nudging - some gentle, some not so much - was enough. She didn't need to jump in and baby Daphne. The engineer may have been tripping over his words, but she could see him putting in an honest effort. That was all she ultimately wanted from her sister.

"We've got a few wild cards, looking over your shoulder isn't always such a bad idea," Dorothy commented. "Might find a Bible flung at you otherwise." Of course, she wasn't extending an invitation for Jackie to join their crew. She wasn't even certain where/when Anisa would want to start bringing on more members. She merely was musing about Atticus' proclivity for explosives and spiritual warfare - though she had chucked a few anatomy texts at him in return.

"D-Don't worry about it," Fitz replied. "It's n-nice to meet you - Harper."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea I just realized I forgot to switch Nancy's location to Gio's room. Permission to edit?

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker

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Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202)

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Nancy snickered at Gio's unintended joke. While she was only a few centuries younger than him, so to speak, she was incredibly childlike in many ways. She would sympathize with Peter Pan if the character was real, as she too remained almost timeless over the millennia. Would she ever reach a higher state of psychological maturity and abandon her chaotic, impulsive, and often childish ways? The jury's still out on that one, but Nancy wouldn't advise anyone to hold their breath to wait and see.

"Don't mind at all, Gio," Nancy replied cheerfully. She bounced lightly on her toes, hardly able to contain her giddiness. She absolutely adored every break in the routine. Once the dresser was out of the way and Gio pulled the costume out, Nancy was able to view it in all of its glory. As prisoner costumes went, it wasn't half bad. There definitely had been worse get-ups over the ages and she knew that fashion was pretty much the only thing guaranteed to get better with time. The way it even seemed faded only spoke to the lengths Gio had gone to get this absolutely perfect.

"If we ever get a chance like this again, Gio, I'll play designer and you can have the lead role," Nancy offered. "I can probably give you some tips on acting as well," she added with a wink. Acting and mimicry were some of her specialties - some of the less strange ones she had. It was always funny to see a way a Paradox's eyes just popped when they realized she was skilled in torture.

Making sure that the door was closed, Nancy promptly stripped. She could have left her clothing in a neat little pile, but it instead more appeared to be a contained disaster. Undergarments remained on, as there was no reason to switch those out. If a Paradox was able to critique her undergarments, then there was a bigger problem with their plan to consider anyways. Nancy pulled on the jumpsuit, putting in one foot at a time with a little hop in order to keep her balance. Once she managed to get it through, Nancy glanced down at her oxfords. Should she wear shoes or should she go barefoot? She figured it was an artistic choice at that point and opted to go without.

"You've really outdone yourself," Nancy added. "Alright-y then. Chain me up, please."