Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Peridot

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December 29th, 2016 - 8:20 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned

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Shaw Psychiatric Hospital - Washington D.C....

Ricky was clearly still a little bit shaken by the entire encounter, but curiously, he wasn't afraid. If anything, he was angry. His closest friends and colleagues had just been killed in front of him. He didn't intend to join them six feet under any time soon - no, Ricky wanted to avenge them. It was as if someone had lit a fire in his soul. He glanced up as Alex came over to him, before returning his gaze to the electronic door. "That's a Schlage FE575 lock," Ricky finally said. "They use a nine volt battery and automatically lock after the door is closed for nine seconds...And that light? It means the battery is low." Ricky let the silence hang until Alex figured out what he was getting at.

Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...

The house had a decent open concept floor plan, allowing the kitchen and the living room to really flow as one space. Chikashi was sitting at the coffee table, pouring over the news reports that were flooding in. Despite the lack of information out there, he knew all too well what was really going on. He had received a debriefing email that morning from his bosses, instructing him that he would not be needed to report to work that day due to the circumstances. An attorney didn't do much good against Hel. Mallory hadn't emerged yet that morning and Naegi was sleeping in. "Good morning, Jessica," Chikashi said kindly. He then glanced over to the kitchen as Sayuki entered. Her computer was on her lap and she was pushing the wheels of her wheelchair manually. "And Kyasarin," Chikashi then added. "Ohayō, otōsan," Kyasarin said with a yawn.

Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...

Folly took a sip of the tea she had found and then made for herself, mulling over the options. It just occurred to her that she was now an orphan. More than just considering what to do about Hel, she needed to make decisions about next moves. Her cousin had been killed at the circus as well. The circus had been her home and its troupe had been decimated. Where did she have that she could go now? Who would take her in? She took a calming breath and another sip of tea. "If we call O.M.E.N., we can't tell them about Thalia," Folly said quietly. "They'll take you away if they find out about the wings..."

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Jade Cornish

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Location: Cromwell House - Boston, Massachusetts
Interacting With: O.M.E.N. Agents, Alec @Peridot

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Jade walked down the street, dressed in a leather jacket, combat boots, and dark pants. She had a grey hood up to shield her from the drizzling Boston rain. With a book bag slung over her shoulder, she could have easily blended in with the thousands of college students that called the city home. There was one other person with her - one of the few O.M.E.N. agents that flew with Alec. That was perhaps the first troubling sign - the others must have fled during the night, terrified for their lives. It would just be the three of them, then.

"You look chipper," Jade observed, her British accent seemingly lighter than it had been during previous conversations. She then gestured towards the other agent with her head. "Agent Kennedy here is the only one who decided to stick around. The others bailed - but you figured that part out already," she said. She put her hands into her pockets, not exactly thrilled about the situation they found themselves in. Six months ago, she had killed the devil. And now, she was being asked to hunt another supernatural being of incredible strength. She was too sober for all of this nonsense.

"But I do have some good news - I got a message from another MI13 operative. There were at least some survivors of the attack," Jade explained. "Alex Jakobsen and Ricky Goldsworth were the only ones in the main room when Hel struck that lived. They're in a psychiatric facility in D.C., but...Could be a place to start, given that our physicist is quite dead."

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Robin Ramírez & Aloise Zamora

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Location: Room 307 - Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska
Interacting With: Mariana Garcia @Nallore

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Aloise looked at the ingredient with interest - before glancing around the table. She doubted anyone there was Norwegian in the slightest. She couldn't think of any hunters that had Norwegian ancestry either. "Short of going to Norway...How are we going to get the saliva for the second ward?" Aloise asked, perhaps a bit critically. This was when Robin actually had to snicker - not with Aloise, but at her. She pulled out a computer and then went onto craigslist, before typing in a quick ad.

"I just created an ad - person of Norwegian ancestry's saliva wanted. Will pay $300 cash. Meet at the Hunter Hotel in less than three hours and bring documentation," Robin summarized. Almost anything a person could possibly want could be found on the internet. She'd be more surprised if someone didn't respond to her ad. The other ward did interest Robin, however. If they could bind Hel to an object, why not take that object, weigh it down, and toss it into the ocean? Let the Norse Goddess stay at the sea floor for the rest of eternity, powerless.

"Binding her will be easier than killing her," Aloise then said. "Once she's bound, we can then use the other ward to do the job. All before she gets that cloak or it'll be too late to stop her..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Tank on Right Fork Of Road Between 21 and 22
Skills: Tank Gunner Amateur

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Beatrice snickered slightly at Lola's choice of words. Yes, knocking was exactly what they were about to do. While Gavin was in a rather dark place, Beatrice had actually found a little bit of a light in the darkness. She didn't make friends very easily, but she was enjoying Lola's company. She then made the split second decision that she'd see if she could stick around with the tank operator. She didn't owe anything to the former people of Newnan and they didn't owe anything to her. Settlements went up in flames - it sucked but it happened. Newnan wouldn't be the first or the last.

She looked through the scope, seeing the building that Lola had mentioned - as well as noting the people slowly dropping. Gavin was still alive and kicking, then. Everything seemed to be proceeding according to plan. It made her wonder how long ago Newnan could have taken out Eden, if all that was required was a tank. There had to be other tanks around Georgia somewhere - probably on some military base, she imagined. It was too bad that Ryan wasn't here to see this - but the luck of the Irish had to run out eventually.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Parking Lot Behind the Mt. Zion Methodist Church
Skills: Survival, Pistol, Scavenging

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Jack shook his head. "Jump stahting? Think you mean hot wihing, Tiff," Jack observed. He didn't have that particular skill set unfortunately. He had been a cop - a vice cop - and it never had been relevant in his line of work. Back when the outbreak first started, Sutton had been the one to hot wire the cars. It had never occurred to him that he would be without her eventually, but she had died. And now, now he was without the person he knew to be his soulmate - Tatiana. He let out a bit of a sigh as it began to weigh heavily on his mind once more. He wanted to say that he'd see Tatiana again - but it was beginning to feel more and more unlikely as time went by.

At least there weren't any walkers in their immediate vicinity. Jack drew his pistol and carefully walked through the parking lot, making sure to not slip on the ice. His suspicions were confirmed - no walkers here. He could spot a few out in the distance but they had time. He lowered his pistol before beginning to take stock of what they had available to them. From his time as a cop, he remembered that keys in common vehicles tended to be kept underneath the visor - but he doubted that rule would apply here. Hopefully if they found a key to a car, the engine would still be working. He wouldn't be surprised if they were in desperate need of TLC.

"I'll wohk my way towards you, giving them a look ovah," Jack said, before walking towards the far end of the parking lot.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Lounge

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Guin had gone to her school prom - and she didn't enjoy it. She had pretty much ruined any popularity points that being Iron Man's daughter could get her by her senior year at MidTown Tech. And she didn't even spend much of her time at the high school. Her previous school had allowed her to accelerate her curriculum as much as she wanted and by the time she transferred, MidTown ended up offering her a lot of Independent Study - STEM courses to take. She had been allowed to tinker in the lab, head to a local college and take a course there - pretty much do whatever she wanted, as long as she had something to show for it.

Lance and Peter had ended up insisting that she go to prom. The only benefit to it had been that she had managed to get a hold of a tux that fit her quite nicely. She never was one for dresses. "Proms are boring - they're just an excuse for people to hook up afterwards," Guin pointed out. Though as she heard herself say that, she had roll her eyes at the small part of her that said maybe that's not too bad after all. She then looked at Charlie with a grin. "Fuck yes. I'll kick your ass anytime, Smokey."

"Nice to meet you both," Dean said with a grin. "And if you don't like it, don't gotta come," he added at Guin. "But it should be fun. It'll give us the American high school experience - people can bring dates too if they want, get their photos taken. Might even see if Xavier'll let us make a yearbook."

As Mira called Guin's attention to the screen, Guin gritted her teeth slightly. Her mother hadn't spoken a single word yet and already, Guin was on edge. It had been almost four years since she had last seen her mother - the infamous Maddie Le Fay. She crossed her arms, before Maddie's latest tirade hit her like a load of bricks. She knew that her mother had been going on and on about Guin's personal life to the tabloids - which in itself wasn't new. But ever since word got out that Iron Man's kid was dating Magneto's son, her mother had gotten worse. It just gave her more things to blab on about. She clenched her hands into fists as Maddie continued prattling on about things she knew nothing about.

Her mind couldn't help but wander back to the last time she had seen her - as painful as it had been. She had been boarding a flight from Boston to New York to head home when she decided to skip the plane, instead purchasing a train ticket to Salem and running away. Then there was an entire twenty four hour stretch that she couldn't remember. They assumed that she had been abusing substances again and making good on his previous threat, her father had sent her to rehab.

That in itself had been okay - she could manage it. In fact, she remembered very clearly being told that her mother had come to visit - she had been so excited, her stomach feeling as if there was a swarm of butterflies. She thought that maybe she could have a relationship with her mother after all - it was like Christmas had come early. She closed her eyes, remembering the round brown table she sat at while she waited for Maddie - the cool texture of the wood under her finger nails - the white hospital bracelet that was around her left arm. She could even remember the sound of the heater trying to beat the December chill.

And then the successive flash of cameras - the microphones shoved into her face.

Tears welled up in Guin's eyes and she blinked them away, trying not to dwell on this too much. Her mother had sold her privacy in order to get her five minutes in the spotlight. Tony had tried to stop the photos and videos from leaking - but even he couldn't stop them all. "Right, because watching Maddie prattle on and on about her bullshit is just what I want to do," Guin said a bit dryly. She wasn't sure what Pietro was up to - but decided to humor him for a little while and continue watching the train wreck. She was glad that she did. Not only did a reporter finally call Maddie out on her bullshit, she watched with a bit of amazement as paint was dumped all over her, ruining the already hideous dress.

She was cackling, applauding Pietro's display of boyfriend-ly awesomeness. "That - that was beautiful. Truly inspired. I think you have a future as a painter," Guin said jokingly. She then gave Pietro a quick kiss on the cheek - comically having to stand up on her toes to make up for the height difference.

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Dean Kesseli

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Location: Lounge

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Dean's eyes widened. Although he could see Pietro as if he was moving normally, it stunned him to see the distance Pietro was able to cover in a flash. Dean himself could only do quick bursts over short distances. While some of his teachers at the institute seemed to think that he had the potential to be a true speedster at one point, he never managed to sustain a run. Dodging was his specialty. He also enjoyed running up and down walls on occasion - just because he could. "Damn man, you gotta help me get up to that speed one day," Dean said, clearly awed by Pietro's skills.

He turned in a flash as Beth entered the room, throwing her a cheerful wave, despite not knowing her. It was just the sort of person he was. He then held up a flyer towards her - after tossing one over towards Pietro as well, figuring he might talk his girlfriend into going - "Prom?" Dean said as an explanation to Beth. He couldn't help but wonder what everyone would be up to for the rest of the day. And luckily for him, he had almost handed out enough flyers to justify taking some time to just hang out with some cool people.

"Y'know - why don't we play a game as a group?" Dean suggested.

"Truth or Dare?" Guin asked, her eyes lighting up mischievously.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker & Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp: Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters
Skills: None

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Nancy elected to ignore Giouse's insistence on being patient. She was comforting her friend and putting the gears in motion for her to get to go and take a trip. She hated being forced to remain in one place. Sure, she had spent centuries in the same country but she found the repetition of the loop could be rather tiresome. The same sunrise, the same sunset, the same weather - it was a little too orderly for her tastes. She wanted to be surprised by whatever awaited for them beyond the horizon. For a moment, she wished Drem was there again - Giouse could have sent the two back to the Golden Age of Piracy. It was Drem's favorite and Nancy was always down for an adventure.

The sounds of a squealing pig, however, did catch her attention. That was something new, at the very least - probably an ill timed prank from Alicia or something along those lines. She hoped that Gilbert didn't decide to eat it and serve it to all of them - she hated ham. She noticed that George had been continually silent - it was to be expected. He had just lost Peter, after all. But as far as Nancy was concerned, the best thing for George would be to keep him distracted and occupied. Perhaps not surprisingly, Andromeda's thoughts were also on Peter -

And on logistics. If a fallen Paradox was buried on the grounds of Ville au Camp, what happened when the time moved into the loop? Did they remain buried? Or did the corpse vanish, returning to wherever it was they had been killed? Did the corpse end up getting spat out by the earth and they had to bury it over and over again? Or was it procedure to restart the loop on a new day whenever they buried someone? Of course, she wasn't about to go and ask any of these questions. They seemed highly insensitive, as far as she was concerned.

The Watch unnerved her, to say the least. She wasn't sure if his piercing stare actually involved him searching her soul - but she wouldn't have been shocked if it did. She hesitated at Lady Luck's words, realizing in that instant that she hadn't been acting like herself - not at all. She had questions and she wanted to know more. Andromeda then ceased in her hesitation and hurried after Eve and Gilbert.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@LadyRunic Granted. ^^ Will give you an extra 3 days. Lemme know if you need more.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Perception, Psychology, Photographic Memory, Intuition

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Iris nodded, even though Tinder couldn't see her - this wasn't FaceTime, after all. She took a moment's pause before instantly bringing to mind everything she had seen. Her photographic memory could be a blessing or a curse - in this situation, it was a little bit of both. "The United Nations sent a translator who could speak in Russian - ₁elle s'appelle Risa. After my patient - Jaina Sarbye, she killed the orderly last night - assaulted me in the isolation ward, the translator 'elped. She demonstrated considerably athletic abilities and then seemed to get along quite well with my patient, speaking with her in Russian. At first, it seemed she wanted to 'elp...," Iris trailed off for a moment, before detailing the attack in gruesome detail. "Another orderly is dead. I can 'old off the police if you wish to see the body first."

Iris paused for a moment, waiting to see if Agent Tinder had any additional questions for her. She figured the police would be there within the next ten minutes. She could have been wrong, as she wasn't entirely too familiar with police response time. She sadly felt that she would be soon enough, however. She bit her lip, glancing up and down the hallway as the alarms continued to flash. More patients' families would be having questions about their safety here at Justice Asylum...and Iris didn't even know if they could guarantee that anymore.

Meanwhile, Jaina's ears perked up. The job was done? She had assumed that the Russian Circus had sent Risa to collect her - but had it been Cynthia's mother? She squirmed a bit in her seat excitedly. That'd be sooo much fun~! She hadn't met Cynthia's mother properly and this would be the chance to fix that. However, she wondered how Cynthia's mother came to be involved with the Russian Circus? She didn't remember Cynthia mentioning that - but she had to bet that her mother was a fire eater. It was epic and she was certain that Cynthia's mother had to be amazing.

"Oooooh pictures~! Cyn Cyn, we can go to the circus! The Russian circus is here! I can translate for you, it'll be so much fun! You can see all of my old friends and maybe we can meet a Bazhooli! Oooh do you think they'd let me back on the trapeze? That'd be amazing! It's like flying, Cyn!" Jaina exclaimed. She then turned to look at the man in the car. "Are you circus too? Nah, you're British. Hmmm....Oh, what's your last name? I can guess who you might be if I know it! If you don't have one, it's a dead giveaway that you're Prince Harry by the way."

Translations

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

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Dr. Dorothy Pender & Dr. Fitz Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck's
Skills: Perception, Gambler

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"Th-thank you, Daphne," Fitz said with a beaming grin. Dorothy was trying to keep a decent poker face after Fitz's adorable and sadly naive comment. She glanced at the engineer, seeing with each passing second how sheltered Fitz must have been - but also that he was putting in an effort. She had to give him some credit for that. Most people in his situation would have been content to live blindly in a bubble - to live in the supposed paradise that the Alliance provided. It was a shame that the Captain wouldn't hire him - though Dorothy wondered how Anisa would feel about taking on Fitz as a passenger. The entire time Dorothy was thinking about this, the engineer in question was rubbing his cheek - it stung a bit after Jackie pinched it.

Dorothy then glanced at her own cards, reorganizing them quickly. It was the first thing she always did - put her cards in numeric order. She couldn't stand having a 3 next to a 7 when there happened to be a 4 in the hand, for example. Her eyes then flashed up towards Jahosafat, seeing the gamble that he had opened with, before mentally tuning out the word vomit that he and Foy exchanged. At either rate, it wasn't her turn in the hand quite yet - there were a few people to rotate through before it got to her. If she was lucky, this hand would be better than the last one.

"I have to agree with her," Dorothy mused with a bit of a smirk. She didn't trust the barber near her hair - not yet, anyways. The implements and tools at a barber's disposal could too easy be turned into lethal weapons. Until she knew she could trust the new hires, she didn't want to put herself in that type of position. There was already enough tension and drama amongst this crew - she didn't want to invite any more of it.

"I-I'm s-sure he's a great barber," Fitz said encouragingly, missing the point of the conversation. He had assumed their suspicions about letting Foy near their hair was a matter of skill. But from everything Foy had said, he seemed to be completely overqualified. If there was some sort of barber competition, he'd place in the top ten at least - and get the Golden Mustache? That seemed like an award they'd give out at that sort of event. He then thumbed through his own cards, reorganizing them in a bit of an unconventional method but one that made sense to him. He was starting to understand the mechanics of this game.

"I'm sure he is as well - how are you at scalping?" Dorothy then quipped, looking at Foy.

Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: Crash Site - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Gideon, Jace, Janelle

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"Well shit, didn't know you were an intellectual," Scott exclaimed. Most of what Janelle had just said went entirely over his head. In his line of work, sight was everything. He couldn't get a read on a situation if he couldn't see it. Sure, he guessed there was some sappy high school English interpretation about how blindness opens your true eyes, blah blah blah...But Scott was a bit of a simple man. He wasn't big on metaphors and feelings. "But a prosecutor? Gotta admit kids, I'll have to pass on visiting her. Prosecutors and me...we don't always get along."

It honestly hadn't occurred to him that the illness was connected with his powers. He thought it was just a shit-tastic disease he had contracted on a job - though he did remember his friend, Chloe, being a bit bewildered by it. And as for sticking together...Scott wasn't much of a joiner. His eyes hardened for a moment before nodding his consent. If these people were swimming around in his head whenever they wanted to, he needed to get them out. He didn't want to have anyone else gain a front row seat to his demons.

"As much as I already dislike the twink...Sure. Why not stick together?" Scott said, albeit a bit grumpily.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: Abe's House

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"I can chip in," Jenna offered. She hadn't expected Abe and Kosara to buy her dinner. But she couldn't help but smile slightly - it was nice. Abe was like a father or grandfather to her - more than anyone else in her life. She had problems with her adoptive father and she didn't even know her biological father - just that his name was Scott, he was military, and he said his last name was Jones. She climbed out of the car, her backpack slung over her shoulder.

She hesitated for a moment as Kosara offered for her to move in. She never planned in staying in Red Lake longer than she had to. And even though the thought had only recently come to her, the thought of running away and starting a new life in a big city - maybe Phillie - was enticing. There was loads of work for P.I.'s where the crowds were thick, the drinks flowed freely, and the rate of marriage barely matched the rate of divorce. She then instead just smiled, not even sure if Kosara had been joking or not. As they entered the home and Kosara showed her to where she'd be sleeping, Jenna shook her head slightly.

"I'd rather have the couch, if it's all the same to you - don't want to put you out of a bed," Jenna explained. "Plus, my back is slightly younger - it'll be fine." She then hesitated slightly, trying to estimate how long it would be until Abe would be back. "Hey, 'Sara...What do you know about demons? Hypothetically speaking."

Reboot: Mercury, and Edwina

Sorry man. Got caught up with hw and then posting in RPs that have counters. I will 100% push out a post tonight. Been brainstorming on what to have Eddie do. Not really sure tbh.