Morose

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Streets of Cairo -> Governorate (E/F 10)
Skills: Deduction, Intuition

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To say that Nora was stunned would be an understatement. She had long ago given up on finding any satisfaction in her life, as she and this world were never quite meant to be. She disliked her brother's wife, Fannie, for continuing to fight a battle that Nora had long ago written off as futile and pointless. When she was a little girl, she had been told she was too sick and frail - that she would not live to see another Christmas holiday. And as she grew older, despite studying mathematics and earning her certificate, the world had already written her off. Society had dictated that she should marry and have children that she physically could not bear.

Nora had written off society in turn. In the last twenty four hours, more people had affirmed her intelligence and her worth than had done so in the last twenty seven odd years of her life. Peter's kind and elaborate words moved her. A bit of water welled up in her eyes and she blinked it away, yet not without one or two tears escaping. "Thank you, Peter," Nora said, uncertain as to how else to convey the emotions coursing through her. Perhaps she had been premature to resign herself to becoming a complete outcast one day - perhaps there were those who would accept her for who she was.

Drying her eyes, Nora closed the distance between them and the other pair with Peter, some of his words still rattling through her head. She wasn't certain what to make of Vera's birth in the second cycle of Bastet. For a moment, a thought occurred to her - what if Vera was the Bastet that she was supposedly supposed to protect? Neema had told her that the Bastet would reveal themselves. She wished that the kind woman was here, so that way she could inquire as to whether or not Vera was the person Neema spoke of. Perhaps it would be useful to record the signs of each individual brought into this mystery. With Vera's insistence that she would not even consider such thinking, Nora didn't dare raise the subject. She would entertain this theory to herself, until she may personally disprove it.

She still wished for a logical explanation for everything - something grounded in scientific and mathematic principles. Yet perhaps these were simply principles she did not yet understand, she mused. Gravity existed even before Newton realized its presence, after all.

🦄 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)
Skills: Acting, the Cards

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Nancy noticed the brief look of bewilderment across Giouse's face, and as she dived into the mind of the imaginary Ashley Windshire, she considered how she'd react to such an occurrence. How would a rebel from the 'Verse react to that expression on the face of an old man? Well, not that it was fair for her to think of Giouse as old - he was only a few centuries older than she was. Yet that was only counting consciousness, of course, and if any Emendator had earned the title of Old Man, it was Gilbert. He was an elder to them all, having been conscious for at least ten more centuries.

"You find my accent funny? I don't need this gorram dram," Nancy scowled. "Reckon you're Alliance, ain't ya? Or Core at least - talkin' all fine and polished like that."

She folded her arms, pacing a little bit before pausing as the questions began. What was her favorite food as a child and had it changed? Only lies had detail, so Nancy elected to keep her answer simple as she continued to improvise as Ashley. "Strawberries - 'cause they were sweet. And as I got older, it got harder and harder to get fresh berries out in the 'Verse. Made them all the more special a treat."

Nancy was about to continue when she felt a tingle in the tips of her fingers. It was different than what she felt when she gained consciousness, yet similar in a strange way. Sometimes she imagined that she felt the tingle in different areas - perhaps a scratch on her back, a bit of restless energy in her legs. But more often than not, it was always the same - a tingle in her fingertips. "Pause," Nancy said, losing the 'Verse accent and readopting her assumed New York accent. She sat down on the ground cross legged, pulling out her deck of cards. While she could do readings standing, just really needing a flat surface to use, she always liked to sit on the ground with her legs cross. It was one rare bit of routine that the chaotic Emendator enjoyed.

"Got to check the cards," the Cards explained. It wasn't a passing whim or fancy - it was instinctual. And quite possibly, the main thing that would ruin the illusion that she was a new Paradox, unless they passed off her need to do readings as a Paradox's new found abilities.

🦄 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!