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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@RoccanIronclad Sounds good ^^ You’ll be tagged in the update. Welcome to the RP!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@RoccanIronclad Still got the instructions above residence - once those are gone, move him over ^^ I can either bring him in next update or you can PM me to get info in order to post sooner

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@RoccanIronclad Looks good, just two things
1) Remove The instructions in cards under the table
2) Missing one thing under anything else

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)

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Virginia was touched that Elizaveta offered protection for James. In her experience, it was an unusual person who offered shelter to a stranger. The members of London society were far more likely to turn someone away than to render them aid. Her earlier encounter with the Talinks was an example of London's lack of selflessness. And while some may have been unnerved at the protection of the circus after the projectile guillotine beheading that happened moments before, the Grand Duchess of Russia was kept safe on these grounds. James would be safe as well.

"Thank you - I hope that I can repay you one day for this kindness," Virginia said earnestly. "The Crypt Family is in your debt."

James giggled bashfully at Elizaveta's compliment of him. He figured that with such a great response, he must have done it properly. He was thrilled - and proud. And a little bit hungry. He felt a spiritual kinship with the Deadly Cat as it wolfed down a piece of meat. "Pah...ty...chky?" James tried to say. The words felt a little bit funny on the tongue, but he only knew English. Any other language would feel a little bit odd for him to say.

"Thanks!" James then added as Adam offered him one. Before he started nibbling on it, his eyes locked with Elizaveta's and he froze. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but she seemed to have gone into some sort of trance. Figuring that it would probably be bad to break it, James held his breath and kept his eyes open, refusing to blink, until Elizaveta muttered something in the strange language.

"What's that mean?" James asked, filled with curiosity. He wanted to know what she had said - and also, what the trance had done.

"I would not mind at all," Virginia said. She had a good feeling about James and Adam. James didn't often get to play with children his own age. At either rate, Adam would certainly be able to handle James' near endless energy better than poor Alfred could. Her interest was piqued when Elizaveta mentioned the connection to the Carpthanian mountains that the circus had.

"I would be very interested in any information you have," Virginia replied. She found it curious how many connections her family appeared to have to the Russian Circus. Perhaps as the rider mentioned, her family had once been rather close to either the circus or the Russian Royal Family. She was intrigued, to say the least.

In the midst of their conversation, Virginia heard the now slightly familiar burst of compliments from the Great Bazhooli. He seemed to be as skilled in flattery as he was in blades, as he used one to tip his hat and then continued to twirl the knives as he spoke. Virginia had hardly even considered the matters of the ton, being so focused on her brother and his safety, as well as the message from her father. Yet she was glad that he asked, as it reminded her of another matter of importance and announced another promotion for Mary. She beamed hearing Mary's title of Dame Commander. In her opinion, the ton tended to understate Mary's talents and position - hearing Mary be recognized lifted Virginia's spirits.

"You have my congratulations on the promotion, Dame Commander," Virginia said, before providing her own title. "The Lady Virginia Margaret Crypt, Mistress of Wenwynith and Adviser to the Interim Arch Graveolase...I must apologize, Great Bazhooli, as I have just recalled an unfortunate circumstance I must alert you, as well as others, to...The Talink family may very well intend to cause harm to James or myself. If they come, please do allow me to wield my axe and nullify the threat."

She did not wish to ask for the Circus to handle with dealing a fatal blow to the Talinks. It had been her error that created this business dispute and she wished to set the matter to rest personally. Though as she reflected on the manner in which Thalken had stared at her the previous evening, it seemed likely that the Talinks had already made plans to kill either her or her brother.

"James, little devil, please play with Myska and the other boy," Virginia instructed him, kneeling down to James' level. She hardly cared if the fabric of her dress brushed up against the ground. There was a grave seriousness on Virginia's face, enough to stop James' squirming for a moment. "Do you remember the gaunt girl from earlier? She was a Talink. If you see her or any other Talink, you must run and hide in the tent city...If that is not an option, remember your lessons in the foil with Alfred and kill them." She smoothed James' hair and smiled at him fondly, before rising back to her full height. She was not certain if James would be able to take on a Talink in combat. In fact, she found it rather unlikely.

"Of course. Privacy in these matters would be welcomed, should there be a place available to us," Virginia said to Mary. She did not wish to impose on the Circus or give them any reason to dislike her. If what Virginia's musings were correct, perhaps this is where the Cossack Crypts originated from - the Russian Circus.

James was beaming at the other boy, having tasted the Patychky. He wasn't exactly sure what type of meat it was, but he truthfully didn't care. As he swallowed his latest mouthful, James extended a hand to Adam, a little bit of meat juice running down his chin. "M'names James. What's yours?" James asked, having abandoned the pomp and ceremony he used with Elizaveta. While Elizaveta was a beautiful princess of the night, Adam seemed to him to be an equal.

"How fast do you think the Deadly Cat can run?" James then asked with a wicked grin.

🦄 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 stayed quiet for a few moments, nodding as an indication that she was thinking over everything Natasha had said. She had paranoid tendencies that only had been reaffirmed over the past few weeks. In combination with her pessimistic outlook on the world, she hadn't stopped to consider the fact that maybe it all was just her being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When Proserpine had shot at her in Wallace's office, Natasha was right. It could have been anyone that was in that day. Another forensic tech, a janitor, a cop coming to drop off evidence, even Wallace himself - it didn't have anything to do with her.

She then considered what had happened at Queensguard. It was easy to forget that Natasha really didn't know what had happened there. Cecily bit on her lip, reviewing what had happened. Once they had gotten the evidence from the autopsy, she had gone with Caesar to Queensguard in order to try to find more evidence. After they entered the facility, the security force had attempted to gun them down, only for a secret underground bunker to save them. Taking a deep breath, she realized that if she hadn't gone with Caesar, she wouldn't have been shot at.

But that wasn't Caesar's fault. It was her choice to go investigate Queensguard with him. She started pacing back and forth again, uncertain as to whether her life was in mortal peril or if the danger was all in her head. As for what she knew about Caesar...She didn't know much. She knew that Roy trusted him and told her to stick with him, that he'd keep her safe. He ran a security company and had a shady past. But she trusted Caesar because Roy trusted him and because he had saved her life.

"After we found what evidence we could from Alicia's autopsy, Caesar and I went to Queensguard to investigate," Cecily finally said. "When we were there and I had begun collecting water samples, there was a large hole cut in a grate. In the interest of getting more evidence, we went inside...Security spotted us and started firing. It's how I got shot. I...I was probably going to die, but we found a way out through the sewers. That's how it happened."

She let out a deep breath, feeling like a teenager confessing what happened after prom to a parent. "As for Caesar...My partner told me to stay by him. I don't know a lot about him. I'm sorry he interrogated you like that...I didn't know he did that. And...maybe he has researched me. I don't know." It was obvious that Cecily was torn and confused - if the danger wasn't real, then she should go with Natasha. Call up her parents and ask them kindly to help them get a flight out of Mexico. But if it wasn't all in her head, then going back to Justice wasn't the safest place for her.

The roller derby from the night before flashed into her mind. She had gone there with Caesar. He had kept her safe. But was she truly on the Big Bad's radar? Or was it her pessimistic, paranoid nature?

"I don't know what I should do."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Iris' eyes widened with realization and then a bit of embarrassment. She psychoanalyzed people for a living and had slipped into that routine slightly. If Risa wasn't a translator specifically from the United Nations, she would have had Jaina sedated. There wasn't a guarantee that they'd be able to get another Russian translator in on such short notice or that Risa would even want to return once Jaina woke up - hopefully, with less flimsy restraints this time.

"₁Desolée," Iris replied meekly.

Jaina hesitated for a moment, looking at Risa warily. Why didn't she want to play the game with her? Did she not know how to play - was that it? She supposed it could be embarrassing for an assassin to not know the knife throwing game, but Jaina wouldn't have held it against her. She would have been thrilled to teach her - though, Jaina was nearly always happy. It was a fundamental part of her psychosis. Jaina tilted her head, looking over Risa, until it dawned upon her.

Duh. She didn't have a knife! Those lousy guards must have confiscated it from her! "₂Kak tol'ko my poluchim nozh, my budem igrat', khorosho?" Jaina then said eagerly. They could just go on a Target run and get a bunch of cutlery! Jaina couldn't help but wonder how the game would play with steak knives....or spoons! Maybe they could use bullets and practice their gun skills? There were so many ideas flooding through her head that she almost didn't listen to Risa.

"₃Da, ya znayu yeye. Na samom dele ona byla ochen' khorosha v zhivopisi - vdokhnovlena," Jaina answered. She laid flat on her back, stretching out her legs one at a time. Her messy blonde curls were splayed out behind her, almost making a small golden circle.

Translations

1 = Sorry (literal translation: desolated)
2 = As soon as we get a knife, we'll play, okay?
3 = Yeah, I know her. She was really good at painting - inspired, really.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Witch Cat Day 5!

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Despite Lola's exclamation, it didn't feel like a lot to Beatrice. It had just been another job - albeit one farther away from home than most she took. The price had been large enough for her to agree to it. Otherwise, she would've still been in California when the outbreak happened. She chuckled to herself for a moment, imagining how the "good" people of Justice reacted to the walker plague. They probably just shrugged and went about business as usual, wiping the brain matter of their deceased neighbors off of their cars.

She noted Gavin's abrupt change in demeanor. She half expected him to explain that he had sensed a great disturbance in the Force. For a moment, she considered pressing him about it. An upset cowboy wasn't as good a shot as a happy one. But at the same time, they were in a tank. They had decent odds of survival regardless of Gavin's emotional state. She glanced over at Lola, checking in on the other crazy. She was still happy-go-lucky, even as she was asking about the crimes Eden had committed.

"Depends on who you ask," Beatrice said bluntly. She was going to leave it at that but Lola deserved a better explanation. "James and Ryan - the guys who died back there - they knew more than I do. From what I've been told, the better question to ask is what haven't they done. They've been terrorizing Newnan for a while now, killing some of its members...It's as if Charles Manson busted his ass out of prison and founded a settlement." Was it the best explanation of Eden? No. She had never lost someone because of Eden - besides Ryan and James, as they had died on their way to attempt to attack the settlement.

"Ryan lived in Eden for a while. But he's dead and the only person he probably talked to about it was his girl."

The Unfortunate Thirteen

@LordofthePies Blue asked me to screen your CS. Here are some issues I've found:

• It appears that you copied large amounts of text and CS info from @Blu's sheet. This needs to be changed.
  • You copied his birthday.
  • You copied his quote.
  • You copied his theme song.
  • In some parts of the CS, you're even using his color code
• You are missing the Extras needed under anything else - please re-read the rules for what you need to include there
• You have incorrect color coding for the personality traits, as well as two many. It should be 6 traits - three negative, three positive. The negative in red, the positive in green.
• Please break up his personality section into two paragraphs - and throughout, he should technically be referred to as 12. He doesn't know his real name is Ronan and per what @BlueSky44 said in the OOC, you can switch to using their real name after they've learned what it is.
• Fears need to be listed in bulleted format and you need 3.

Once you've fixed these, please resubmit and your CS will be evaluated again.

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

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Dr. Pender and Dr. Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck: Table Main Room

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At first, Dorothy was happy to see Daphne relaxing a bit and joining the conversation. Even the bit of teasing about the Sugar Incident from her childhood was welcomed. While Daphne hadn't said anything to her, Dorothy imagined that her behavior lately was probably stemming back from Jackson's death. It would explain why she left the ship and even a bit of her jealousy over Harper being made lead pilot. Whether this was actually true, having this explanation allowed Dorothy to feel a bit better. Daphne was hurting, just like Anisa was.

Yet Dorothy's brief bit of happiness vanished when she heard Daphne suggest to the engineer that he ought to join their crew. It was a bad thing to say around Anisa while sober - but she had been hitting the alcohol and was grieving her best mate. Dorothy bit down on the inside of her lip, hoping that maybe somehow Anisa hadn't heard Daphne.

"O-Oh....You're welcome," Fitz said bashfully. He smiled at Jackie, glad to have made another friend that day. Despite bumping into Daphne earlier, he didn't really know her. Jackie brought his friends to two, including Royus. Having an ally like her helped to calm his nerves slightly about being able to find passage on a ship. She was looking for someplace to go - he'd just follow her, then. He turned his attention from Jackie to Daphne as she made an offer for him to join up.

The color drained out of his face before he could reply, hearing the utter tongue lashing Anisa was giving Daphne. As Daphne's chair was kicked and she fell to the floor, and Anisa drew, Fitz was horrified. Talking about crime and violence in the abstract was one thing - this was completely different. He whispered a small thank you to Jackie as she protectively stood in front of him like a mother hen. "Can we....c-can we help her?" he then asked, his voice low enough so only Jackie could hear.

He came from the safe, insulated bubble of a university. Bosses fired employees they wanted to get rid of - they didn't shoot them.

Tears escaped Dorothy's eyes as she watched her sister being held at gunpoint by her best friend. One of her deepest, darkest fears was that she would lose Daphne. Her breath caught in her throat and at first, she didn't notice the woman she had spent the better portion of the day chasing. Hearing her words, Dorothy wanted nothing more than to either throw herself in front of Anisa's gun and take the bullet for Daphne, or quite honestly, lose the contents of her stomach. This wasn't going to end well, with two hurt and emotionally wounded people locked into confrontation.

She could've punched Harper with the flippant remark he made, if she hadn't been so stressed. Maybe he had some sort of logic behind it to lower the tensions in this situation. Maybe he had removed the rounds from Anisa's weapons while she wasn't looking. Yet Dorothy was afraid that if she did anything, she'd make things worse - that Anisa would take it as more evidence of her babying Daphne and only escalate the tensions.

"I don't figure I have much of a choice," Dorothy replied to Mei quietly.

If this all blew over, she was going to have to track down Atticus and ask him to "teach" her about alcoholism. She needed a drink now.

The Unfortunate Thirteen

9

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9

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Character Summary

Character Number: 9
Actual Name: Blitz Maxim
Age: 23
Birthday: January 1st, 2312
Gender: Female
Powers: Telekinesis
Specialty: Mechanics

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Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 117 pounds
Build: Athletic; Slender
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: The number 9 on her right arm; lengthy scar on lower left leg; pierced ears
Personal Style: While 9 cannot recall her life before she awoke from stasis, her personal style hasn't changed. She prefers clothing that allows for ease of movement. If she can't defend herself while wearing a particular jacket or pair of pants, what's the point? And if the clothing isn't dark enough to disguise a grease stain from working on an engine, then she has no use for it. Function and practicality are the principles with which she selects her clothing.

She also enjoys putting on a bit of makeup. She gives her eyes a smoky and fierce look, complimenting a darker shade of lipstick. She almost always has a pair of earrings on, though they rarely dangle. It'd be too easy for them to get caught on something and then tear a new hole in her body.

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Psychology

Confident * Unforgiving * Bold * Short Tempered * Perceptive * Self Righteous

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: While some may perceive 9 to be a rebel, a more accurate description is that she is a defender. She cares deeply about those she considers to be her family, her crew, and is willing to do anything in order to keep them safe. It doesn't matter the collateral damage. If another life of billions of humans is lost but she saves one of the Thirteen, she can accept that. It's a very black and white mentality, as as far as 9 is concerned, it's the Thirteen against the world. They can't afford to show mercy and give second chances to those who will hunt them down like dogs.

Beyond this decisiveness, 9 is also incredibly resourceful. Give her a few moments to think and she'll be able to come up with a few more ways to solve a problem than most. Leave her a pile of scraps and a sketch pad, and she'll come up with some use for them. But don't allow her tough exterior to fool you - she is capable of empathy and compassion. She loves the rest of the Thirteen fiercely, and if she's your friend, she will always make time for you. She doesn't care what you've done before. It doesn't matter if she's having a crisis of her own. 9 has dedicated herself to those she considers to be her people.

Habits: Biting her lip, fiddling with her pocket knife
Hobbies: Taking things apart in order to reassemble them, Cards
Fears:

• Never regaining her memories
• Extinction of the Thirteen
• Further experimentation

Likes:

• Machines
• Fresh Fruit
• Wilderness
• Stars
• Animals
• Adrenaline Rushes

Dislikes:

• Freeze Dried Rations
• Needles
• Tattoos
• Humans
• Anyone who insists "Oh, it's natural so it must be healthy!" Cyanide is natural.
• Wasting Time

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Mechanical Engineering
• Mathematics
• Applied Physics
• Troubleshooting
• Repairs & Modifications
• Materials Engineering
• Machine and Mechanism Design
• Robotics

Combat Skills:

• Handgun
• Kickboxing
• Flexibility
• Escape Artist

Possessions:

• Faded Patch - Family Keepsake (Illegible)
• Handgun (Loaded)
• Spare Clip of Ammo
• Design Sketchbook
• Silver Signet Ring
• Spare Change of Clothes - Leather jacket, grey tank top, black pants, combat boots
• Safety Glasses
• Blow Torch
• Tool Kit (filled with assorted supplies)
• Pocket Knife

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Extras

Character Quote: "There's no such thing as good or evil. It's just us against them."
Theme Song: Game of Shadows by Ruelle
Anything Else:

• Star Wars: A New Hope
• Straight for the Castle

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}