Morose

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee

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The Caribbean: April 9th, 1719 - 4:41 PM Local Time

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Harlianne James

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Location: Port of Tortuga Docks

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"W's all the bloody rum always gone?" Harlianne grumbled. The Styx still hadn't managed to get into range, due to the beautiful wreckage of the Octobris getting in the way. Harlianne didn't know how long it would be until her ship was under attack once more, but she had decided that she deserved rum. And when she went down to the stores and noticed that there was no rum at all, she was disappointed to say the least. She picked up an empty jug and tipped it back, hitting the side of it to try to get out a final drop. She had no such luck.

"Sirena, Anna, we need rum! Oi!" Harlianne shouted, hardly thinking about it. Her heart sank as she remembered once more seeing Sirena's lifeless body. She wanted to believe that Anastasia was still alive - but the destruction in Tortuga told her otherwise. She couldn't even understand why she was still breathing, much less what exactly had happened. Wandering out of the store room, she wiped a bit of the powder off of her face. The Styx would fire on her ship eventually. She couldn't sail it by herself. Yet she wasn't going to abandon it - she had stolen the Bellona, fair and square. It was hers and she deeply believed that a captain should go down with their ship.

Would she get lucky a second time and be able to take down the Styx? She couldn't say. She patted the walls of her ship as she paced back and forth, attempting to come up with the next harebrained scheme.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the Styx, Margot shot a confused look towards her sister. What on Earth was Edgard so upset about? Had he somehow discovered the plan to end his life? She never took him for a particularly perceptive or clever one. His talent was bloodshed and nothing more. "Watashi wa kare ga kurutta to omou," Margot commented, switching to Japanese. It was a language of privacy for her and her sister.

"Īe, moshi kare ga kurutte itara, korehaomoshiroideshou," Alisanne replied harshly. While Edgard may have been seeing Alisanne all this time, that didn't mean Alisanne recalled seeing Edgard. All she knew was that her fiancé - who she had every intention of torturing for information and then murdering - was shaking his fist at her angrily.
"Reigi o wasurete - watashitachiha chūshutsu kara hajimerudeshou. Heya wa junbi sa rete imasu ka?"

"Yes, it's all been sorted," Margot replied, switching back into English.

"Good. Captain, my sister and I will be headed to shore. Do whatever you must to take out that remaining vessel. Prepare a group of men - no more than four - to join us."

"...Captain?! Captain?!" Alisanne repeated, clenching her fists with anger. The English were always so unreliable. She'd kill them too, when the time was right.

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Édouard Riviere & Aravis Zacharia

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Location: the Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga

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Édouard perked up as Sirena's wink, throwing back another wink of his own. He had a clear come hither face on. While he didn't understand much of what was going on, there were some things that even Édouard was not too thick to grasp. One of these was a beautiful and fierce woman when he saw one. And from what he could recall, he had had quite an enjoyable evening with Sirena before. "On peut la casser," Édouard suggested, his eyes darting towards the flask. If he couldn't have it, it might as well be broken.

At Sirena's words, the flask shook slightly in Millicent's hand. It caught Septima's eye and she smiled crookedly, brushing off Elissa's comments in German. She had more important details to concern herself with now. "I've heard about this flask before," Aravis said, her eyes wide. "It's an oral legend, but...Here it is. It's real." She was obsessed with stories, priding herself on storytelling. Hell, earlier that day, she had agreed to buy Elissa a drink in exchange for a story. It had been a while since she heard the story of the flask, but she remembered it vividly. "Mere sitaaron..." she muttered.

Caroline regarded Millicent uneasily. She already knew that Millicent would hate her answer, from what she had observed about her. "Not without cost," Caroline said simply. "The flask has many gifts - some that require a more Ancient Path."

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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: Jade's Place - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Jade Cornish

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Scott awoke to the garbled noise of the radio, just slightly out of tune for the station. Moving his hand around in the dark, he tried slamming his hand against it to turn it off. Instead, he seemed to have only increased the volume. The woman next to him in bed was proving to be no help, as the private investigator was out like a light. Scott chuckled slightly, reminiscing on some of the adult activities they had participated in the night before. His smile faded when his dream came back to him vividly. He had seen some shit in his career, both as a merc for hire and as a Green Beret, but the images from his dream sent a shiver down his spine.

"If you're getting up, make me some coffee," Jade requested, turning over. "Irish - so Irish you think it's St. Patty's day."

"Alright, princess," Scott teased, but his heart wasn't in it. There was no question of him sharing his dream with her - it was a one night stand, nothing more. He had met her at some bar the night before, the two of them swapping stories about the shit they'd seen - all of the death and pain they'd witnessed. And of course, they'd been drunk. He was hardly surprised to find himself in an unfamiliar apartment. It wasn't too rare for him to wake up with a woman next to him - but never the same person twice.

"Fuck you," Jade grumbled. "You bloody Americans are all the same."

Scott rolled his eyes, locating his clothing on the floor. Quickly getting dressed, he let himself out of the bedroom and went towards the kitchen. A few bottles of booze were sitting on the counter and he raised a bit of an eyebrow. Irish coffee must have been a favorite of Jade's. It'd explain her alcoholism. Getting the coffee pot ready, he glanced at the television set displayed poorly in the living room. It had been left onto the news and Scott's eyes widened, recognizing the face of the woman he had seen die in his dream.

"Son of a bitch..." Scott grumbled. He wasn't a hero, not by any means. But apparently, it wasn't just things he could move with his mind - he was a goddamn prophet or something similar. He slammed his fist against the counter in rage. He didn't sign up for this. He didn't ask for this power - as neat and useful as it tended to be. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Scott quickly left Jade's seventh story apartment and made a beeline for the staircase, without even leaving a note. He needed to find out more about that murder and he knew just the person to talk to - someone who just so happened to owe him an apology and a favor. He'd be collecting both.

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Location: Lab Facility

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Nine opened her eyes, snapping into consciousness all at once. It wasn't pleasant like waking up from sleep - it was as if she had been born moments ago, yet entirely different. She blinked rapidly taking in her surroundings - they were in some sort of facility. She was inside a pod - one of thirteen. Looking down, she spotted a number tattooed onto her arm - 9. That was her identity then or at least the closest thing she had to it. She couldn't remember anything about who she was or how she got there.

She turned her head quickly towards the sound of footsteps, before she said a word. Her mind had already put together one reason why they were in stasis pods in what seemed to be a laboratory, with numbers tattooed onto their skin. She didn't like the prospect, but until other evidence presented itself, she decided to roll with the theory. Taking in the group, she noted the weapons they carried, as well as their uniforms. Private military? Or government? She couldn't tell, since Nine didn't know what to expect in either scenario. But regardless, Nine was determined not to trust them.

Nine took a step out of her pod slowly, holding her hands up. She heard a blonde whisper softly not to do anything reckless. Enough people were talking to the guards, trying to get information out of them. For some reason, Nine had a feeling that she'd be good at sizing all of the guards up. She studied them, trying to get a headcount as well as weapon count. And as soon as she had a chance to get a gun from one of them, she'd take it. She didn't care who they were - already, she had slipped into a mentality of us vs them.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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Strange New Waters - Concluded

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The Unfortunate Thirteen

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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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Guin came to on the floor, looking up at a burly guard. She glanced up to where the father was ranting and then looked back to the guard, before nodding. "Yeah, phone call sounds great right now chief," she said quickly. She sprung to her feet, noting the pounding feeling in her head. She was woozy for sure and felt a bit out of sync with the rest of the world. And while it may have seemed odd to agree to an imaginary phone call, at least it wasn't an imaginary Tony yelling at her for something she didn't remember doing.

She followed the guard away from the visiting room, flipping her father the bird as she walked off. Illusion or not, he had been an asshole and deserved that special salute. The guard stopped next to the phone, motioning for Guin to use it at her will. Picking up the phone, she paused for a moment. She grew up in the age of iPhones - of just dialing a contact. No one actually knew anyone's phone number anymore these days. There were only a couple that she had committed to memory.

"You wouldn't happen to have a phone book, would you?" Guin asked. The guard stared at her blankly. "Right..." She shifted her weight on her heels, recalling to mind the various phone numbers she knew. Her father's was the first that came to mind - but for obvious reasons, she dismissed that thought. She had a vague idea of what Happy's line was, but there was a chance that the middle three numbers were reversed. She couldn't think of them clearly. And then the last one she remembered was Pietro's - he had written it on her hand in marker. When she went to bed, she slept with her face on her hand and the next morning, the ink had rubbed onto her face and his number was there. It was hard to forget after that.

Dialing in the number, Guin listened to the line ring...and then someone picked up.

"Pietro?"

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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: None

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Lizzie knew she was in bad shape, thanks to her medical training. With the gashes on her chest, they'd leave a scar - if she was lucky enough to survive. The wolf on top of her prevented her from putting pressure on the wounds and Othello wasn't there to quickly get her away from the situation. The wolf must have had some regenerative abilities or telepathic protections. Wonderland couldn't understand why her ability hadn't kicked in already and left the wolf deranged, allowing her to get to safety.

This could be the end, if she didn't get the wolf off of her. Lizzie focused all of her energy into creating an illusion for Ayita, one where she had suddenly appeared across the hall. But she had lost too much blood. She couldn't convince the wolf's mind of her illusion. Abandoning that tactic, Lizzie tried to put all of her energy into just throwing the wolf off of her, but she couldn't manage it. "CHESHIRE! NOW!" Lizzie screamed. The pain was clear in her voice and she was trapped underneath a wolf. Adder didn't seem to have even noticed, too busy with Quicksilver to see that his partner was outmatched by the wolf.

"You're just like me," Lizzie said to the wolf. It might kill her any second. She coughed, a bit of blood coming up. "Except you're fighting for those that will hunt you and kill you like a dog. You'll die in a cage, being experimented on. Is that what you want? A life of subjugation and fear?" She laughed weakly. Hopefully Cheshire would come - or maybe Adder would notice that something was desperately wrong.

Come on, Wonderland...Kick in already...