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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Posting today

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Caribbean: April 9th, 1719 - 4:37 PM Local Time

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Harlianne James

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Location: Port of Tortuga Docks

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"W's the chuffin' rum, isit? I've earned some," Harlianne said to herself, still cackling gleefully at the sight in front of her. While an entire crew had just lost their lives in an admittedly spectacular fashion, it wasn't her crew. She was a fierce fighter and protective of Sirena and Anastasia, but when it came to others, she could care less. She saved her skin - that was what mattered at the end of the day. To add to her joy, as she saw the Styx attempt to swing into position to attack the Bellona, the flaming wreckage of the Octobris was in the way. They couldn't fire on her from any decent angle.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..." Harlianne sang softly. For the moment, she had won the battle against a navy fleet. Seemed Mad Eyes wasn't so mad after all.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the Styx, Alisanne spotted her fiancé over on the ground. There had been another with him for a fleeting moment. She smiled softly to herself - of course he had survived. She admired that quality about him, and if she were truly capable of love, it would have been what endeared him to her.

"Shall I take care of this?" Margot asked. She was tempted to give a little wave to Edgard, yet Alisanne was so still. The sisters worked best by playing with one another's strengths. For Alisanne, it was the mind. And for Margot, it was the body. In matters of the psyche, Margot always deferred to her elder sister. She came up with the most wicked inventions.

"Not yet," Alisanne said coolly. "We will wait for the opportune moment. For now, he may have information that would prove useful to us."

"Don't tell me you care for him, sister," Margot chided.

"Of course," Alisanne said, turning to glance at Edgard from a distance. "Yet that only furthers the necessity for his death. He is a weakness."

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Édouard Riviere & Aravis Zacharia

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Location: the Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga

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Septima rolled her eyes at Elissa, snorting slightly. "Sunt roma. Te înțeleg, copilule. Urmăriți-vă limba sau vă voi urmări," Septima muttered, before switching from Romanian to German. "Sie verschwenden Ihre Kreativität auf Beleidigungen." To most, the word Roma would stick out. It would explain Septima's accent - soft when she was in control, yet more apparent the more emotional and outraged she became. The Roma traveled greatly in this time period, yet Septima's history was still puzzling. She was the sister of an earl - how was she a gypsy migrant? How did she come to be a witch?

"Tu ferais bien de penser avant de marcher," Édouard repeated mockingly. Just as Septima was clearly angered, so was Édouard becoming moody. The attention wasn't on him, he didn't understand what was going on, and a woman seemed to hold the most powerful object in the world. And then she just had to switch into English again, the dirty tongue.

Aravis blinked, clearly shocked, as she ran into the Misty Mire. She had intended to merely shelter in one of the huts, but from what she could tell, there was some sort of ghostly gathering. She recognized several people - namely Elissa and Anastasia. A tear slid down her face, but she smiled at the same time. There was an afterlife for them, then - their stories were not quite yet over. "Elissa...What happened?" Aravis asked simply.

"But you should know...The English navy is here. They're firing on the ships," Aravis added quickly. "We'll be stranded." Her eyes widened as Septima was thrown by Millicent. She had never seen power like that before, though she had heard tales. Was this the flask from those myths and legends - the flask that embodied the Goddess of Magic? Her eyes darted back towards Millicent - could it be?

"Hecate?" Aravis asked slowly.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

Will be posting here today

Strange New Waters - Concluded

I'll be getting a post up now - apologies for the delay.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@BlueSky44: Day 7!

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: Silver Mine

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Jenna felt her phone buzz, but this conversation was too important. Whoever had sent her a text could take a number and wait. She kept her eyes focused on Declan, attempting to think through some explanation for his burns, only to be shocked by Finley's confession. Raising an eyebrow, Jenna turned and stared at her friend. She supposed it was possible that Finn was telling the truth - she could see ghosts, after all. Rather than protesting, Jenna looked at Finley as she continued to explain.

Finley was her friend. Jenna trusted her. As improbable as it seemed, she'd just have to accept Finley at her word until evidence suggested otherwise. "I believe you," Jenna said simply. She then turned to Declan, still waiting on an explanation for those burns. He was looking at her as well and she noticed how red his face was.

Werewolf? Her eyebrow raised once more. He turned into a mindless beast that attempted to bite and infect other humans, then, according to most books and television shows. While she didn't know if that was the truth, it was what the word werewolf meant to her. If it was anyone else, Jenna would advocate for either killing them or putting them in confinement until a cure could be found.

But this was Declan, her friend. "Did you hurt anyone?" she asked.

Jenna then sighed, brushing some hair out of her face. She glanced at Finley and Dec, knowing that they owed a confession as to why she sent them on a wild goose chase. "I sent you here to keep you away from town hall, so that way I could talk with Mayor Ryder...I see ghosts."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic: Day 5!

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@FantasyChic: Day 5!
@BlueSky44: Day 6!

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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October Crypt

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Location: the Alucard Institute @Nallore

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October grinned, extinguishing the balls of flames in her hands. While the school was run by a sadistic psychopath with suspicious motives, that didn't change her excitement for the courses offered. She had decided to attend the Alucard Institute, in part, because of its unique subject matters and its treatment of those with abilities. It was a shame that she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy everything it had to offer. "Blood," October answered nonchalantly.

"We may not be normals, but we still bleed every month. One of us will tell him it's that time of the month - we might even both be able to go, if we can convince him we synchronized already."

If there was one thing that October knew for a fact made men uncomfortable, regardless of whether or not they were normals, it was female biology. She gave Carolina a reassuring smile as she asked how she felt. "I don't mind pain - it's rather nice. But do I feel as exhilarated as Joan of Arc? Not quite." She turned around in the hallway, waiting for Carolina to leave the room as well, before they headed to the classroom for their lesson. It was on the third floor of the Alucard Institute - which happened to be where their room was as well.

"C'mon. The early maggot gets the corpse."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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

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As her father continued his rant, something changed. As if she was a character in the Matrix or a Divergent novel, Guin realized that her surroundings were not necessarily real. "Shut up, I need to think," Guin said, cutting Tony off. She sniffled a bit, trying to get up and have a better look around, but she couldn't see much beyond the visitation room, the other prisoners, and the guards. "You...You said I let granddad down. But you haven't even told me what crime I was supposed to have committed." She grinned widely, sniffling a bit, but she was rapidly calming down.

"If you need me to spell it out for you, maybe you need a little jail time," Tony replied. "You know not to drop the soap, right? Right? C'mon, someone has to have told you that much."

Guin shook her head. "You don't know what I did, because this isn't real," Guin said proudly. "Last I remember, I was risking my life to save the world from the Brotherhood of Mutants...And now I'm here, getting chewed out by my dad in a living nightmare. To get from point A to B, something had to happen."

Tony snorted, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. You know, I bet you get this from your mother's side of the family. It better be genetic - I don't want your crazy germ or whatever type of contagion it is... Cap would never forgive me if I made his mind go south."

"No," Guin said firmly, despite the fact that she was still shaking. "This is Scarlet motherfucking Witch's work. She's still loyal to her father and likely blames me for Pietro leaving the Brotherhood - but I know that isn't why he left and since you're not real, it doesn't matter what you think. If I were her, I'd get me down for the count and then make damn well sure I was one of the first humans to go..."

Guin's eyes widened. "Shit," she muttered. She looked at the plexiglass, ignoring what "Tony" was saying. He was off on another rant when she got an idea - maybe the rules of mutant induced hallucinations worked just like the rules in dreams? Glancing forward at the glass, Guin took a deep breath -

And then proceeded to head butt it.

"My god. You've really lost it. Are you going for the insane defense? Because if so, you're doing a great job," Tony commented, looking at the neat gash on Guin's forward. She pressed her hand against the wound in an effort to stop the blood flow. The pain felt real - maybe this was real, after all? She doubted her own assertions for a moment, before shaking her head - and instantly regretting it as the pain increased abruptly.

"This can't be real...Okay, Guin, we're going to think...Maybe you think your way out of these? Or...You know what, I'm going to take a knee...This pain...It's really authentic...You've outdone yourself, Wanda..." Guin then collapsed onto the ground, with a disappointed and concerned Tony looking down at her.

"You know someone has to clean up all that blood, right?"

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Lizzie Roswell

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Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - First Floor Hallway - New York, New York
{"All villains think of themselves as heroes. And all heroes? Well, they're no different than the villains."}

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Active Illusions:
- Pietro - All individuals except for Richard have vanished.

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So much for a nice and calm exchange of information. And as Pietro ran through the bars, Lizzie ceased projecting that illusion. Almost simultaneously, the nose bleed stopped. She did, however, maintain her concentration on the illusion for Pietro. While she couldn't make Richard vanish from his sight as well, none of the others seemed particularly inclined to inform Pietro where they were. At any minute, he may accidentally run into one of them and cripple them. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched to ensure that Richard was fine. Seeing him get up to charge the speedster, she felt confident it was the case.

They were outnumbered, but that didn't bother Lizzie too much. Even as the other shifter turned into a wolf and leapt towards her, she radiated calm. She was in control, as far as she was concerned. She moved to sidestep the wolf's attack at the last second. But luck was not on her side. Instead, she was knocked down to the ground, with the wolf on top of her. Lizzie was pinned to the ground, but she let out a laugh.

"You're so screwed~"

It was only a matter of time before the shifter learned why Lizzie was called Wonderland.