Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Dean Kesseli

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Location: Hallway Outside the Lounge

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"You're welcome, Other Pietro," Dean said with a sheepish grin. He tended to be very trusting and accepted things at face value, so it made sense that he didn't really question the speedster's claims. However, just because Dean believed him didn't necessarily help the speedster's case. Those who had classes with Dean would know that he had a reputation for being incredibly gullible. He had once been convinced that Pluto wasn't a planet because of a Russian conspiracy - and on a separate occasion, that it was necessary to put deodorant in one's "knee pits." If anything, Dean believing an outlandish claim likely made it harder for those who knew him to believe it.

"He's a Serbian speedster that has the same name as you - isn't that proof enough? And he totally flirted with Guin, too," Dean pointed out. To him, it seemed like an open and shut case. However, Dean's thoughts then quickly moved onto O.M.E.N. - they had to learn a bit about the organization in his civics class. From what Dean remembered, they were pretty much the anti-S.H.I.E.L.D., pretending to stand for peace and protection - but only for non-powered humans. Everyone else was a second class citizen to them. And frighteningly, one of their figures was now a presidential candidate. Dean grimaced a bit - and he thought the 2016 election had been bad.

Dean wasn't sure why a watch suddenly convinced Pietro - or why Guin was so interested in it either - but he figured it wasn't important in the grand scheme of things. O.M.E.N. was coming to attack the mansion - but they had the X-Men. The team had brought down Magneto - beating O.M.E.N. shouldn't be that much of a problem, right? Dean couldn't help but hope that he'd be asked to help as well. He had wanted to join the X-Men ever since he started attending this school. Sure, he had almost no combat skills to speak of - but he could dodge. He was really good at dodging. If fights were anything like dodgeball, it'd be a piece of cake...

...Right?

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Hallway Outside the Lounge

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Guin crossed her arms, staring the new speedster down. He seemed to think it was so incredulous for him to be related to Pietro, but from what Guin could tell, Magneto was like her own father. He slept around. The main difference between him and Tony in that regard was that Tony only slipped up with protection on one occasion. But from what she remembered reading in the S.H.I.E.L.D. files, Magneto had at least three kids - that they knew of. "You're from...the future?" Guin said slowly. She heard Dean's "case' for the speedster to be telling the truth but she found it unconvincing. "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of Scots," she added on with a bit of an eye roll. Time travel wasn't possible. Period. The only way to end up out of time would be to do seventy years as a Capsicle and wake up in the future.

Sure, she was interested in him saying that O.M.E.N. was going to attack the mansion - she didn't like the group at all. Their ideology was horrific and they lacked any sort of compassion or empathy. Sure, S.H.I.E.L.D. made their fair share of mistakes, but they were ultimately doing them for the better good. O.M.E.N. just killed things that were different, even if that meant killing innocent people. Her eyes flashed with recognition as the speedster tossed Pietro a watch - and as Pietro retrieved the same watch.

Guin's eyes widened. "Knew you fucking stole P.H.I.L., you klepto!" Guin said playfully with a huge grin. It was the computerized watch she used to wear, until it was smashed and then stolen from her. She always knew that Pietro had it but he never admitted to it and she didn't care enough to press the subject. But as she walked over and examined the watches, she could tell that they were identical. Either the speedster was somehow able to copy the damage to it and then account for the passage of time - or he was telling the truth. He really was from the future.

The ring caught her attention and it gave her a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. "So let me get this straight - O.M.E.N. is going to come and attack the mansion. Things continue to go downhill until the only feasible option is to break the laws of physics and travel through time?" Guin said. As much as she would have loved to think on the entire nickname conversation, her mind was going a thousand miles a minute. She doubted time travel was the first plan they had come up with - it had to have been a last resort. Whatever happened in the future...It was bad. Really bad. End of the fucking world level bad.

"Guess we're evacuating the school," Guin murmured, before pulling out her phone and sending a text to Cassandra and Marygold with the information they had just learned.

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Folly Valeska

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Location: Grounds of the Institute

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Folly let out a bit of a frustrated sigh. She had imagined that this would happen, yet with Pietro running ahead and her not having any belongings, she didn't have much to convince Marygold with. "This isn't my type of insanity," Folly then said quietly. "And I would never lie to you, Mary...I also didn't have friends in the asylum," she said, making a sad little joke. It was true - she had mostly been held in an isolation ward. She would be allowed out for an hour a day in order to get some exercise, and towards the end of her stay, they'd also take vials after vials of her blood. It was always claimed to be in order to conduct tests, yet she knew that the vials were being shipped to Trask Industries. Mutants with healing factors were of special interest for researchers.

Folly nodded at Thalia's explanations, before adding quietly one of her own to Marygold. "Thalia was a member of my Circus," she whispered. She then turned to look at the other man - the Adder. She extended a hand to him, the massive scar on her neck plainly visible as her hair fell away from her neck. "Folly Valeska - though some call me Woolf," she said, introducing herself. Thankfully, Carolina had brought proof with her. Folly's best idea would have been to have Mary call the asylum, where they would confirm that she was there, and realize it was the only way she could be in two places at the same time.

She knelt down and picked up her daggers, twirling them in her hands. They were crafted from adamantium. Her eyes flickered towards the mansion before returning to the assembled group. A strange smile then appeared on her face as she looked towards Marygold. Mary already knew how formidable Folly could be in combat. There was a reason they had brought Folly back with them - she was the muscle.

🦄 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 mentally went through Marc's instructions one last time after he ended the call. She couldn't help but wonder if her cousin would end up on the scene - but she imagined she would. Cecily was the coroner after all and they had a dead orderly in an isolation ward. She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, feeling the stress begin to build up, before she began to dial the extension for the front desk. She didn't know if the police had already arrived and had been headed off, but it didn't matter. Iris trusted Tinder and she was going to follow his instructions. This was his area of expertise, after all - not hers. It would have been a violation of professional courtesy to do otherwise.

Once she heard the call go through, Iris would then explain to Nurse Cratty what Agent Tinder had just told her. "Please let the police investigate the scene in full," Iris said simply. She then ended the call and took a deep breath. What situation was Agent Tinder in? The thought popped into her head as she replayed what he had said - he was in some sort of life or death situation. She supposed it was reasonable - he was a federal agent, after all. Yet it still gave her pause - and she couldn't help but imagine it somehow had something to do with Cynthia.

Meanwhile, Jaina was unconvinced that Lucas wasn't actually Prince Harry. She gave him a wink, as if playing along with the clever ruse. It was understandable that he didn't want Risa to know about it. It'd be a bit of a let down for someone who had once dated a Bazhooli to be dating a British prince. Still, the two of them seemed to be very cute together. Jaina couldn't help but grin for them - though she wondered what Prince Harry's actual profession was. Did he just drive Risa around in a car all day? How kind of him!

"And I'm an acrobat!" Jaina called out, not wanting to be left out. She gave a cheerful wave to the blonde woman at the door, as she got out of the car. She wanted nothing more than to do a million cartwheels at the moment. She always enjoyed doing cartwheels. She once had done one and landed on some bystander - but it had been so much fun! And besides, their face looked better after that anyways. It had been too symmetrical before. She was pretty certain she recognized the woman as Cynthia's mom. "Are you coming with us to the Circus?" Jaina asked excitedly.

🦄 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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Fitz hesitated for a moment, seeing that Jahosafat had called. But he had faith in his hand and Fitz glanced down at it, before setting down his cards and showing his hand. He knew that he probably could have gone all in, but he didn't want to lose the winnings he had just received. From what he knew about gambling, that was a real possibility. Who knew how long it would be before his luck ran out? As from what Fitz could tell, this game was pretty much all luck. The real skill seemed to be in just knowing whether to fold or not. It hadn't occurred to him that there was an element of people reading to it as well.

However, Fitz quickly became wide eyed and speechless at the half naked man. He was about to ask Jackie if that sort of thing unusually happened when the man in question came and joined them at the table, clad in just his underwear and shoes. Fitz seemed to have malfunctioned as he tried to understand what was happening. He gathered that he had been engaging in intercourse - but why was he so comfortable being nude, for all intents and purposes? "H-h-hello..." Fitz stammered. He then saw the collar. Was this man.... a preacher?! He then looked at Jackie, hopelessly confused by what was going on.

Dorothy pursed her lips slightly, only looking towards Atticus out of the corner of her eye. He was currently at his worst, in her opinion. They had a bit of a complex relationship, sometimes getting along rather well and other times at odds with one another, yet Dorothy generally felt the most irritated by Atticus when he was drunk - and when he had just come back after time with some prostitute. "We're playing double handed poker," Dorothy said curtly. "You may want to put some clothing on - beyond boxers," she then added.

Mei and her sister both continued to be rather quiet, and as she glanced out of the corner of her eye, there was no sign of Anisa returning yet. Dorothy couldn't wait for this evening to be over. Rather than relaxing, she had become even more stressed. She much would have preferred a quiet night in her room, working on some word puzzle or another. Or perhaps, given that it was a new ship, figuring out the best way to organize her belongings - or even surveying the new medical facilities. She couldn't help but think wistfully about the evening that could have been. Nothing good ever happened in bars and clubs.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi@jdh97

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Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 10:15 AM

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@jdh97@BlueSky44@Nallore: Puck rejoined them in the throne room, a definite skip in his step. Almost all of the Wendron Witches knew him - he was Jadis' brother, after all. He hadn't been raised to be a warlock, yet he still made an effort to pay regular visits to his sister on the major holidays. Their mother had been a proud Wendron Witch, after all. He was raised in the culture, yet decided to strike out on his own, rising through the ranks of the Young Army until he was the highest ranking officer - the Field-Marshal.

Luna and the delegation from the Eastern SnowPlains would stumble upon the Witch Coven in full, arriving in the Throne Room just a few minutes after Puck had. Yet if Snaera's behavior had been cold before, she looked positively livid when she saw Valda. She drew a revolver from underneath the folds of her dress and aimed it at the Queen-to-be. "Princess Valda Kaur Kaimana Sarai, as an acting representative of the Eastern SnowPlains, I accuse you of the murder of Emperor Boreas," Snaera said, cocking the revolver. "How do you plead?"

@LadyRunic: Rhys isn't having much luck spell wise. His Expel fails to produce any results, with there being no corresponding change in Tom's behavior. The reverse Transfix similarly gave no results. However, two of his spells do have interesting outcomes. Now, Awake is a spell used on jinn - and Rhys performed the reverse of it admirably. Yet with no jinn around, an interesting unintended consequence happened. All of Rhys' clothing suddenly turned a lovely shade of fuchsia! There were a few squeaks coming from the message rats in the area, all who clearly found it very amusing. His attempt at undoing all spells on Tom actually caused Rhys to get a splitting headache, yet it faded as quickly as it came.

And there seemed to be little to no change in Tom. The boy didn't protest, however, when Rhys picked him up and carried him out. He just kept muttering nonsense under his breath to himself.

@KazAlkemi: As Cuyler continues to glance at Wizard Tower, he'll notice no visible change. The tower remains in lockdown. There are a few rumors circulating, with one individual claiming that it's the ghost of DomDaniel, one of the Castle's worst ever foes, come back to punish the current ExtraOrdinary Wizard for keeping the Darke out of the Castle. Another theory is that the Wendron Witches had begun their assault on the Castle's way of life and the wizards were preparing for war.

"None of these theories even come close," a ghost said, Appearing to Cuyler. It was a young yet ancient looking man, wearing the black robes of an Alchemist.

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Arya Rincewind

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Location: Outside Wizard Tower

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The Grula Grula hesitated, before giving a sweeping bow to Rowland and tipping an imagined hat. "I am so honored, Your Magykalness," the Grula Grula said before standing to full height. Rowland smiled kindly at the creature, relieved to see that it had worked. However, he could no fault Atkin's methods in the slightest. He extended a hand to Atkin after he introduced himself. "Please, call me Blaise," he said kindly.

"Atkin, please grab a SafeCharm from the Pyramid Library when we are there next," Arya said, frowning a bit. The message rat hadn't been quiet and she disliked the fact that someone was sending messages such as those to her apprentice. She hadn't received terrible things like that in her time - well, there had been a few but it wasn't common. She then pursed her lips, mulling over how to answer Atkin's next question. "The Queste is a rite of passage for ExtraOrdinary Apprentices," Arya began to explain.

"We draw a stone from the Questing Pot and should this stone be marked with a Q, you must embark on the Queste. I can think of only two apprentices who survived the journey. Yet I did not tell you this when I offered you the chance to become my apprentice as all the marked stones had been drawn centuries ago."

Yule's blood went cold. "How did someone reinstate the Queste? There are no more marked stones..." he pointed out, yet he knew that Arya would have an answer for him. This wasn't something to make light of by any means.

Arya thought about it for a moment. "I have a theory," she mused, before reciting the password to the tower and motioning for the others to follow her inside.

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Nera Hawthorn

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Location: Port Witch Coven House

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While Nera could understand the temptation to bring in a large number, it seemed too risky - especially for a plan being formed less than two hours in advance. The other members of the Coven were not nearly as crafty and sly as this silver trio. Not all of them were the proper age as well. There were some younger members of the Coven that would likely tip their hand while even trying their best. Besides, they knew where the princesses would be - in front of everyone. The dignitaries would be placed towards the front in positions of honor. She didn't see a need to scout.

However, she could agree with the need for appropriate dress. Wearing a witch's cloak would not help them to blend in as common citizens of the Castle. She smirked slyly as Malekith asked her for suggestions on ways to leave the Castle undetected. "There's an old smuggling tunnel that lets out in Alchemie Way," Nera suggested. She couldn't help but grin. "It's called the Smuggler's Bolt - and it connects here, to the Port. It's ideal. Very few know about it as well."

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Myrus Silvers

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Location: the Crypt - The Palace

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Asha's eyes seemed to be dancing with Magyk as she turned towards her brother, Emperor Taj. "It is as we suspected - Тиме Стоне," Asha said. Her purple gem seemed to be glowing intensely, the light only becoming stronger the longer they were in the presence of Queen Meliscente's corpse. Emperor Taj bowed his head with a sigh, before he turned to Myrus. "I am sorry to have to tell you this, Prince Myrus, but your mother's death is as I feared it to be."

Myrus' eyes were red and a little bit swollen. He had been crying softly as Asha and Taj inspected the tomb. He awkwardly wiped them dry on his sleeve, before looking at Emperor Taj with anticipation. He hated thinking about his mother's death, as it always raised more questions than it answered. Emperor Taj reached out and squeezed the boy's shoulder, before his eyes glanced over towards Lyra. "Was my mother murdered?" Myrus asked, breaking the silence.

"There is much that you do not understand, Prince Myrus," Asha said, her voice soothing yet strong. "What do you know of the бесконачни каменци?"

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Location: Lab Facility

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Nine thought about it for a moment. While her original thought had been to prop up the bodies and stage the bullets, the thought of burning the bodies and making it look like a fire was clever. However, an improvement on that idea then came to her. "We burn the bodies and set this place to blow - kills any possibility of identification or a reconstruction of what happened," Nine proposed. "It just looks like things went south and no one got out." She crossed her arms, minding her shoulder. She was a bit irritated that Ten hadn't come to patch her up just yet. There was a lot of talking and not a lot of action.

"I'll watch the kid. Ten, patch me up while they're doing the interrogation," Nine said. The main reason she wanted to stay with Seven was that she didn't trust Jakob. Period. She took into account Ten's testimony towards Jakob, but it didn't mean much to her. She didn't know how reliable his gut instinct was and she glanced at the others. "Don't take too long with the interrogation. The longer it is, the higher chance one of them will try to escape."

🦄 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) - Main Tent ---> Veta's Tent
Skills: N/A

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Virginia's mouth curled into a slight frown at the news that a Talink was there. She supposed that it was understandable - there had been a reason she forewarned the Circus of the new danger that James was in. Yet she had the utmost faith in the Circus' abilities to handle the threat. They were Crypts, more or less - even if they did not boast that surname. She could think of no other group in the world better equipped to handle the security of her little brother. However, she did find it odd that they were directing the Talink towards Ludwig. The question she had intended to ask Mary later came back into her mind and she mentally brushed it aside.

She nodded her head in thanks as Elizaveta opened the tent flap for them, grinning softly as the tiger came to join them. Although they were completely different species, he reminded her a bit of her bloodhound, Ripper. James always adored playing with her dog. He used to try to ride Ripper when he was a little bit smaller and while Ripper protested at first, he had since come to accept it. He was getting up there in years, as was Alfred Virginia realized upon reflection. "I am sure Master Zimmer is more the equipped to deal with such a lowly creature," Virginia said with a soft smile. "But we should focus on the crucial matter of hand - that of Millicent Wyndham," Virginia added.

She did not know how much time they had until Millicent was forced into an arranged marriage to such a vile man. He was cruel in matters that disgusted even the Crypts. Had he simply been a charismatic serial killer, she would have liked him much better - yet instead, he clung to the worst threads of society from what Virginia had been able to deduce. "We must make haste," Virginia said softly. "I fear what Rutherford intends for her..."

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: The Egyptian Museum - Vera's Office
Skills: N/A

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Nora frowned a bit, finding it odd that they hadn't seen William yet either. He seemed to hang around the general vicinity of Lady Munn - and for him to be absent when a murder was committed at the museum struck her as odd. Rather than considering him as a suspect, however, she couldn't help but imagine he may have been another unwitting victim. Was this part of Neema's warning from before - that she would need to protect the Bastet? She was feeling fairly confident that Lady Munn may just be the Bastet - but was this the danger that she needed to be spared from? Or was this all a game of cosmic coincidence and chance that they were trying to find a meaning from that did not exist?

As everyone appeared to assign themselves various tasks and jobs, Nora still felt compelled to investigate the scene of the crime. There had to be some sort of clue that would indicate whether Haakon's death was connected to the fellowship's purpose. "If someone could guide me as to where he ventured from this world into the next, I would like to examine the scene," Nora said quietly. She then glanced towards the Lord Major. She strongly felt this was where she could be the most useful. While she had never investigated a crime scene before, her livelihood was searching for patterns and explanations.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Peridot

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December 29th, 2016 - 8:40 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned

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

Ricky didn't return Alex's grin, but he nodded curtly at him. Thankfully, the nurses didn't seem to be paying attention to Alex so obviously going to examine the lock. Ricky hadn't moved his gaze from a spot on the floor. It was as if he was seeing the numbers and equations in front of him, with him being disconnected from this reality. (Basically, he's me when I get super into my math, Blue...) Ricky then glanced up at Alex. He had been making careful observations of the lock and he remembered when the battery warning light had gone on.

"Now," Ricky said quietly. "It should be dead now - the light is still on because that warning system runs on a separate circuit," Ricky explained quietly. He then rose to his feet and pressed down on the door handle. The door sprung open and Ricky calmly walked out, not even looking back to see if Alex was following him. He wasn't running or making a break for it or anything. The nurses didn't seem to notice. After all, why would someone be walking so calmly in a mental ward unless they were allowed to be out? Only escaping patients ran for it.

Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...

Chikashi shook his head. "They're keeping most of this out of the news," he explained. He gave a bit of a weary sigh and cleaned off his glasses, before gesturing for Jessica to take a seat. There was no sound of footsteps on the stairs but Mallory emerged a moment later, looking like...a person. She looked like a young South Korean girl. Mallory flashed a smile at Jessica, before she nodded at a ring on her finger. It had a strange glow to it - it was the reason that Mallory could appear human. She didn't look like she was wearing her cloak, but if Jessica focused on her, she could see past the illusion and see the hooded death spirit.

"That's because they'll put out a report in a few days saying it's all drugs," Kyasarin chimed in. She opened up her laptop and began to type away at it rapidly. "And people will believe it because they're dumb and don't want to have to be afraid for their lives. Just like Altsoba all over again. Nothing changes."

Chikashi sighed slightly but he knew that his daughter was right. She didn't used to be this cynical - but then again, that had been before the accident.

Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...

There was plenty of coffee for Lilith, though none of it had been brewed yet. With Andromeda gone, no one was running the hotel. Most of the staff hadn't bothered showing up when they realized that she wasn't there, so no one was attending to much of anything. There were portraits lining the walls and their eyes seemed to be following Lilith as she walked.

Folly was deep in thought. She didn't know how to contact O.M.E.N., but then she realized something. The O.M.E.N. agents hadn't come looking for Hanson - they had come looking for her. "I don't think we call O.M.E.N.," Folly then said quietly. "They came to Coventry to find me, since they knew I had a connection to Mephistopheles...Maybe we let them find me," she suggested. "Then they'll come to us."

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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 let out an honest laugh at Alec's words. "Please. I got this job because my uncle was worried I'd become an alcoholic if he couldn't keep an eye on me," she said. "Looks like he was wrong," she then added with another laugh. But then again, she had been in Altsoba, the first even that had nearly ended the world. She had worked a variety of jobs in her life, but all of them had ultimately been investigative positions. Private detective turned homicide cop turned agent of MI13. "Intel says Fairfax worked at M.I.T. and lived in an apartment nearby," Cornish explained.

"Let's hit the university first - she must have spent a lot of time there in her lab," she mused. In her experience, any PhD candidate or post doc was practically glued to their lab. Some of them even would spend the night there rather than return home. She stepped outside of Cromwell House, going back into the bitter Boston chill. The remaining agents followed her out, still a bit shaken over the entire ordeal.

"What do you think we'll find there?" one of them asked Cornish.

"No idea," she admitted. "Hopefully an explanation as to why the Norse goddess of Death wanted a physicist dead," she said, before hailing a cab to take them across the river to M.I.T.

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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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"Anyone who responds to an ad like this deserves to get robbed," Robin pointed out. It tended to only be perverts and pedophiles in her experience that would show up to give saliva based on their ancestry. There was always something wrong with them. And Robin doubted that between the three of them that they'd have any trouble getting the spit they needed. It wasn't much worse than credit card fraud and hunters always had to do that to make ends meet. Aloise nodded in agreement - she had made her fair share of bile purchases before. Of course, the internet had never helped with them - it tended to be seedy bars.

"No responses yet, prima," Robin then said as she refreshed the page. She wasn't too worried though. They had plenty of time and the weirdos would come out of the woodwork eventually. And if they didn't, the bile was only needed for one of the wards. They also had the option of trying to steal her sword from her as well.

Aloise thought about it for a moment. They'd need to trick the daughter of the God of Mischief. They had gotten relatively lucky back when they faced Lucifer, managing to kill him in that Church. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized they needed to play into Hel's weakness. "Hel doesn't think she's a villain," Aloise finally said. She tapped her fingers on the table. "That's her entire deal, right? She wants to save the world. And I am completely fine with her shutting the gates of heaven and hell."

"I don't see how that helps us," Robin pointed out. "Once she's on top, she'll be cautious, won't she?"

Aloise hesitated before an idea came to her. "Once she's won...We throw her a celebration. Create some monument in her honor. Sing her praises - tell her that she really is the hero she believes. And as she goes to sit on her throne, she walks over the ward."

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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 Main Eden Building
Skills: Tank Gunner Amateur

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Beatrice was keeping a steady eye on what was going on through the scope. Even though they were inside of a tank, her instincts told her to keep an eye on their surroundings. She didn't want to be surprised by some idiot Eden-nite trying to climb up the sides and join them inside of there, as seemed to happen in every movie ever made with a tank. She glanced over at Lola and found herself smiling in spite of herself at the crazed woman's happiness. There was something pure about Lola's enjoyment of violence. She had seen those who loved violence for violence's sake and those who treated it as a means to an end - but this was something different altogether.

"Never played golf before," Beatrice commented. "But that could be a fun way to blow off some steam," she eventually said. In college, she had almost gone mini golfing once. But when she had showed up and saw the colorful course, as well as the smiling families, she had decided that it just wasn't for her. It didn't seem to be something that was compatible with her life back then. Her life had been too rough for the elephant at the end of the course that the kids tried to put into. She couldn't help but wonder if Ryan had played golf before he died - or if it hadn't been compatible with his lifestyle as well.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Parking Lot Behind the Mt. Zion Methodist Church --> North of the Parking Lot
Skills: Survival, Athletics, Scavenging

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Jack didn't have fantastic luck when it came to looking for any working cars. He was staying alert, keeping an eye on their general area and being careful not to slip on the ice. But while he was safe and calm, there didn't seem to be any keys to cars or cars that were just in good shape. He let out a bit of a sigh, coming back to the middle where he met Tiffany. This parking lot seemed to be a bit of a bust. But he knew that she wasn't in the physical condition to keep on walking like this. They had already made a gamble with their time, stopping to look for transportation.

"Hey, Tiff, I don't think any of these cahs are gonna wohk," Jack explained. "Unless you found a winnah?" he said hopefully. There were always other parking lots that they could search or if they kept moving a bit, he could've sworn he saw some more buildings in the distance. As long as they found a safe place to stay for the night, then they'd make it out okay. "Let's go and look at some of the houses ovah there," Jack then suggested. To their north, there were what looked like some sort of building. The road seemed to be partially obscured by ice but at least it was promising. He then gave Tiffany an encouraging smile before making his way in that direction, hoping that there'd be a decent vehicle there. There was only a single walker in the area as well, which helped.

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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Scott sensed the confusion as Gideon looked at him. "Oh, you're not a twink. I'd say you're more of a fairy. Ginger's the twink," Scott clarified with a smile, as if everything he just said was perfectly acceptable in any form of conversation. However, heading to a pastry shop did remind him of the girl he had seen - what were the odds that it could have been the same shop? But still, Scott wasn't a big fan of pastries. He'd rather pass time at a bar. In his experience, there'd always be one open, regardless of the time of day. He then glanced at the two gingers - were they even old enough to go in a bar?

"Pastries aren't my thing - but I guess you two are what twelve? Figure you can't go into a decent bar," Scott said with a raised eyebrow. "As long as they have something a bit harder than sodas there, then it'll be alright by me." He was dying for a beer at the moment and knew that he'd have to make himself scarce later when the attorney showed up. He made it his policy to avoid them. Some of his work was legal - but a lot of it wasn't. The law didn't tend to like mercenaries, though as far as the police station was concerned, Scott just brought in the occasional bounty from time to time. They didn't know about what he did far more often with his time.