Morose

🦄 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: N/A

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Fitz stared at his winnings for a moment and then realized he didn't know what to do with them. What was the procedure by wish they were turned into actual money? He felt a bit clueless and was about to ask Jackie for help when he caught her on the dance floor with the barber. Maybe Daphne would know what to do with the winnings - she seemed like she had been in this type of place before, just by the people that were part of her crew - her former crew, at any rate. He was about to ask her what to do when the half naked preacher asked him about his transgressions.

"M-my sins?" Fitz repeated, thinking for a moment. "I uh....I o-once tried to divide by zero," he stammered. He wasn't really sure what to classify his sins as - but he also wasn't a particularly religious person. There didn't seem to be any evidence of a higher power in the world and to Fitz, without evidence it was unlikely one would exist. Civilization hadn't just started yesterday - surely there would have been some sign by now of a higher power. "And u-uh...C-can't really think of anything else, sorry."

"If we were playing strip poker, I wouldn't be here," Dorothy quipped, though she couldn't help but smirk slightly at the engineer's description of his sins. Although it wasn't the first time she had seen Atticus like that, it irritated her to no end. She took a bite of her food, knowing that while it had cooled down considerably, she had to eat something. While she hardly ever drank, she wasn't foolish - she understood the precautions to take. "Do we want to do another round of cards or is anyone else intending on going dancing?" Dorothy asked. She shook her head slightly at Jahosafat's request for a dancing partner.

"I uh...W-well Daphne, I was wondering if you'd h-help me figure out what I'm supposed to d-do with all of this," Fitz said, gesturing at his winnings. "And...if y-you'd want to dance with me?" His ears turned bright red. He hadn't ventured into romantic relationships very often, but he couldn't deny that Daphne was pretty. And each time she smiled at him, he couldn't help but smile back.

"Maybe we ought to pause cards, then," Dorothy observed. She was incredibly curious to know what her sister would say, but she didn't want to push her. She had made that mistake before.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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

Alright, folks, we've had a successful submission for our mystery! @mnkee has corrected identified the killer, the motive, and the method by which Queen Meliscente was killed. I will reveal this to everyone in the next update, as you'll see a bit of background as to why our killer did what they did. Special mention goes to @Dragoknighte for being the first to identify the killer and the motive.

@mnkee, please edit the following into your character sheets:
Lyra - she will find this in her next post on the grounds of the Crypt

• Dragon Egg - smooth and oval shaped, it gives off a slight glow in the dark.

Malekith -

• Psychological Warfare - The ability to terrify a subject into submission without the application of physical pain or threat of injury - (general skill)

@Dragoknighte, please edit the following into Atkin's character sheet:

• Basic Creature Handling - The ability to keep creatures at bay without drawing blood and to intuitively understand a creature's intentions.

🦄 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) - Veta's Tent
Skills: N/A

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Virginia accepted the papers and began to read them carefully. Even with Millicent's life being on the line, she wanted to ensure that this was done properly. The only thing that gave her pause for a moment as that James would remain with them until he was eighteen. Her initial reaction was to wish that once this entire mess ended, James would accompany her to the Americas and they would start a new life away from all of the politics of London society. Yet she knew that this was the childhood she had always wanted for her brother and that he would be with family. Once she had read the papers through in full, Virginia signed them. "Thank you," Virginia said once more, before returning the papers to the Grand Duchess.

"I unfortunately do not have much skill in riding," Virginia admitted. She then turned her attention to the clothing that had been set beside her. While she had no doubt that she would have loved to learn to ride, it simply never had happened. She could only hope that she would be a quick study - or that she might be able to travel with either Mary or the Grand Duchess. She hardly seemed bothered by the prospect of changing in front of others. There was nothing of the human form to be ashamed of. Virginia changed into the provided clothing, pulling her hair back and tying it. For a moment, she was reminded of Mosi. She would have loved these particular articles of clothing.

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 - 10:30 AM

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@jdh97@BlueSky44@Nallore: "Step aside, Princess - your country will need you," Snaera said coolly, but she didn't drop her revolver. Peter Wylie took a step forward, looking at the situation with great sadness. "When news reached us of Queen Meliscente's death, we realized the strange circumstances were almost identical to that of the Emperor's death...They both died unexpectedly and appeared to be aged beyond their years," Peter explained. "And who would have more to gain than a Witch Princess in murdering the Queen?" Snaera interjected. "Perhaps my father was a rehearsal for the murder of Queen Meliscente. But either way, as princess of the Eastern SnowPlains, I find you, Valda, to be guilty. The sentence will be death by gunfire. Any last words?" she said, before motioning for Luna to step aside.

@LadyRunic: The Meadows seemed to be more afraid for their son than anything else, yet for better or for worse, they trusted Rhys. There's no issue as well with sealing Tom inside of the room. The boy isn't making much sense anyways. As Rhys leaves his home, he'll be able to see Wizard Tower has gone into full lockdown. Such a precaution hasn't had to be taken in several years. He'll make it all the way to Wizard Way before the unimaginable will occur - he'll be recognized. "Rhys? Rhys!" It was an Apprentice who was in the same dorm as Rhys during his time at Wizard Tower. He was always rather nice to Rhys - his name was Ernie. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "But...you're dead."

@KazAlkemi: The ghost raised an eyebrow at Cuyler, but couldn't hold back a haughty grin. There was some bad blood between Alchemists and Wizards, but being held as an expert by a Northern Trader was something that Marcellus Pye, the Castle's first ever Alchemist, couldn't help but appreciate. "You fancy her," Pye observed. It wasn't a question. "But your ExtraOrdinary Wizard will be fine...for now, at least. I'd be more concerned about her apprentice."

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Arya Rincewind

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Location: Outside Wizard Tower

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Rowland gave Atkin a kind smile and nodded - he understood that not everyone was comfortable going by a first name basis, as much as he himself preferred it. He was confident however that in due time, Atkin would hopefully feel confident enough to call him Blaise. "Just Rowland will do quite nicely," he replied with an amused twinkle in his eye. Despite the gravity of the situation, he was making an effort to ensure that Atkin wasn't taking on any unneeded stress himself.

"Jarvis, would you be so kind as to escort our honored guest to the parlor?" Arya insisted. It was essentially code for get him into the Stranger Chamber so we can deal with him later. Jarvis nodded before giving a sweeping bow to the Grula-Grula, with the hairy creature giving Jarvis one in return. The Ordinary Wizard then escorted him to the Stranger Chamber and once the doors closed behind them, they were out of sight.

With that taken care of, Arya decided it was time to impart some of her knowledge onto her apprentice. She hadn't intended to cover this with him until the midway point of his apprenticeship, as it generally was not relevant until the seven years and a day apprenticeship was complete. But that was simply a matter of tradition - in reality, the Draw could happen at any time. "The Queste is more than a tradition, Atkin," Arya began to explain.

"It was established by Hotep-Ra, the very first ExtraOrdinary Wizard and the crafter of my amulet. The Questing Pot is imbedded with a deep Magyk, forcing an apprentice to pick a stone from its depths should a Draw be called. A Draw is called whenever a Gathering takes place - which is where the ghosts of all ExtraOrdinary wizards still cognizant enough to remember their own names come to Wizard Tower. I lose my authority as ExtraOrdinary Wizard and become one voice among many."

"And it only takes three ExtraOrdinary Wizards to call for a Gathering," Rowland explained. "Living or dead - it doesn't matter. The Magyk is all the same."

"Once the Draw has been called, if you ultimately receive a Questing stone, then you must go on the Queste. Otherwise, you will perish," she concluded, allowing the silence to hang for a moment. "That is why I wish for you to carry a SafeCharm from now on."

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Nera Hawthorn

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Location: Port Witch Coven House

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Nera ignored Malekith's reaction to her knowledge of the Smuggler's Bolt. She knew things - it was not her fault that he was ignorant of various means of travel and their uses. In fact, the Smuggler's Bolt was not even the most interesting route to and from the Castle - yet it was the most accessible one. The other one was barricaded behind ancient Magyk that would require assistance to breach.

"I'll inform Medea and Marya," Nera said, nodding at Fleur before heading down into the basement. She knew that she'd find the pair there. They were rather haughty twins, boasting that they could trace their lineage back from before the Castle even came to be - to a world that no one could remember. But Nera knew that their pride was not entirely unfounded. Once she saw the silver haired twins standing over a cauldron, Nera gave them a smile. "Alright, Magniskys, come on then - we've got work to do," Nera said with a smirk. Marya looked up with a sinister smirk and nodded, with her twin largely following her lead.

"Here's the plan..." Nera said, before explaining what had been discussed elsewhere.

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Myrus Silvers

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Location: the Crypt - The Palace

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Emperor Taj turned suddenly, looking at Lyra with curiosity. "You feel the remnants of the Тиме Стоне?" he asked. He offered no definition as to what exactly it was and Myrus stared at him with tears in his eyes. He had asked a question as to his mother's death - and here it was, being brushed aside for the moment. He didn't mean to seem selfish or self centered, but as painful as discussing his mother's death was, he wanted to know the truth. No, he didn't want to know - he needed to know.

"My mother," Myrus repeated, looking at Asha with mildly bloodshot eyes. "Was she murdered?"

Asha nodded her head, and to Myrus, it was as if someone had swung a blade and lopped off his right arm. He fell to his knees, grabbing a loose pebble on the ground with his hand and clenching it tightly. He was trying to say something but it was unintelligible - just quiet morose whimpers of a child having to grow up far too early. Asha knelt down next to him, rubbing his back soothingly.

"I understand that you must grieve," Asha said. "Yet we need to know what you know of the бесконачни каменци before we can bring justice to your mother."

Myrus shook his head meekly. "I've never heard that before...I don't even know what language that is..."

🦄 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: Deduction

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Nora nodded at the Lord Major's offer. "I think it would be apt if I remained here - perhaps there are items in the office that have been overlooked as well," she suggested. She couldn't help but treat this as a rather difficult math problem. Often times, it simply took another moment's consideration for the solution to come to light - or at least, just one piece of the overarching puzzle. "Once you have completed this errand, I would then be glad to join you on the walk to the scene of the unfortunate events." It all seemed too much to be pure coincidence in her mind - and she wanted nothing more than to find some new explanation or a shred of evidence that could help to improve her understanding.

Yet she was growing with concern at the same time. With each moment that passed and George and Peter had not yet returned, she began to become more skeptical of her initial time estimate. A theory then presented itself to her. What if the two oddities were connected? Had the accident in the archives been a gruesome murder? And had Peter and George found themselves accosted? If Neema was to be correct, and for now, Nora was entertaining the notion that Neema's theories were truth, then she could imagine some secret society targeting those they believed to be connected to the Bastet. It struck her as a logical conclusion to arrive at - that Haakon had been murdered and the Peter and George might have found themselves in some trouble that they truthfully had little to do with.

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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"Yeah, that's the shop where princess worked," Scott commented. He recognized the name of the place and he knew the general area where it was - but he never expected to ever enter it. It was the antithesis of everything that he enjoyed in life. It lacked alcohol, violence, and easy money. He then glanced over and grinned a bit as he saw the kid about to punch him. "Maybe you aren't a twink after all," Scott mused. "But if you want to punch someone, kid, you just gotta go for it. Otherwise, they'll do this," he said, before swinging a punch at Jace's face. He pulled his punch just before his fist connected. "Just good advice."

However, his expression grew a little more serious - she was his daughter's age, then. He then could understand a little bit more why the other ginger seemed to be so protective of her. He hadn't met his kid but if he had, he'd probably be just the same. "I have a daughter your age," Scott said. He wasn't sure why he decided to share that fact about himself - most people he worked with had no idea that he had a kid and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn't want Jenna to get mixed up in any sort of nastiness directed at him.

He then shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk to the pie shop. Maybe they'd get some answers from Isley - that, or they were about to find out that she had been killed in a horrible accident. Both seemed likely at this point.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: 052 Forrester Drive

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Jenna set the phone down on the bed next to her, taking a moment to think. It was the middle of July so she didn't have school to go to - her only responsibility was her internship with the police. She had the day off from work, since they didn't need her there everyday. Most of what she did was filing crime scene reports anyways and ensuring that all of the paperwork was processed correctly. She was a little bit of a glorified secretary at times.

However, she was indeed an amateur sleuth. She heard an unfamiliar voice coming from Lydia's bedroom and she froze, remaining incredibly still. Reflecting on the voice, she was fairly certain it wasn't any of her friends - well, former friends anyways. Her plans had been changed slightly. She'd meet her birth father - and maybe she'd go live with him. Or she'd meet up with him, ask the questions that had been plaguing her ever since she found out she was adopted, go stay with her brother, and then find her own place in the city. She didn't need a high school diploma or anything to be a private investigator. She just needed a good solve record.

She got off the bed and quietly went into her own room, grabbing a Pittsburgh Penguins jersey and she slipped it on over her t-shirt. She left her hair down and she put on a black beanie. For a moment, she actually thought about messaging Finley or Miranda or someone - but she decided against it. It'd be easier to disappear in a few weeks if she cut all ties. She headed out of her room, before pausing in the hallway. She really did like her cousin - and while she wasn't biologically related to Lydia, she felt comfortable around her. She headed over to Lydia's room and knocked.

"Lyd, it's Jenn..." she said, pausing a bit before she couldn't help but smile. "I just got off the phone with my dad...my real dad."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Tank on Right Fork Of Road Between 21 and Main Eden Building
Skills: Tank Gunner Amateur

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Beatrice smirked slightly. She'd enjoy most of the activities on the list - she was neutral on the entire nails thing. While she could appreciate having healthy nails that were in good condition, she found the fake nails and such that a lot of women went for to be irritating. They just made it harder for her to work. She used her hands for so much that if she had fake nails that prevented her from operating with ease, it'd just make it that much harder to survive. "I'm from California, not sure I qualify as a Yank," Beatrice mused.

She looked through the scope and spotted the same building that Lola had. If she was the leader of a cult type settlement, it seemed to be an ideal location. It had plenty of room for expansion and accommodations. They'd only need to worry about guarding the one building for all of their important assets, rather than spreading them out. It was perhaps one of the fatal flaws of Newnan - or conversely, a strength. After all, they could take this building out with a tank. With Newnan, you'd need to drive around and take a few critical shots. Beatrice began adjusting the controls, getting the gun into position and aiming towards the building.

"They'll probably try shooting at the tank as well," she then said, looking through the scope with interest. It would be a futile action, but she had no doubt they'd do it and waste their resources.

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Jack Hudson

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

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Jack wasn't overly religious himself, and although he was Jewish, he found it hard to believe that a savior would eventually walk the Earth. Maybe towards the start of all of this he believed that it could happen - but with each passing year, it seemed a little less likely. He wanted nothing more than to image a future for himself and Tatiana - as well as their kid - that didn't involve running from the walking dead. He wanted that white picket fence life, just a little bit of normalcy. They had almost had that in Newnan, but then Mother Nature decided it wasn't meant to be.

"You found a key for a cah?" Jack asked, feeling hopeful. He carefully made his way back over to Tiffany, keeping an eye on the walkers that seemed to have noticed them. He wasn't too concerned at the moment. They seemed to be too far away to be a problem at the moment - especially if they had a working vehicle. He made his way over to her, checking out the condition of the car. He didn't know too much but as cars went, it didn't seem to be in half bad shape. "Let's see if she wohks, then," Jack said with a huge grin on his face. It was always comforting to realize that they weren't in complete mortal danger - if the car worked, they could drive and maybe make it to the bug out point, where hopefully both Tatiana and Ray would be waiting for them.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Peridot

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December 29th, 2016 - 9:00 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned

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

Luck, be a lady tonight...Well, Lady Luck seems to be awfully fond of Ricky and Alex. No one gave them a second glance as they headed out of the supposedly secure ward, thanks to Ricky's surprising knowledge of the door locks. On the way out, they passed a rack that workers kept jackets on. Ricky grabbed one and put it on, knowing that it'd be freezing outside. Once they were outside of the facility, Ricky kept on walking until they made it to a coffee shop a few blocks over.

"I went to Sci-Tech," Ricky explained. It was the S.H.I.E.L.D. Science and Technology Academy - to get in the door, candidates needed to have at least one PhD. It wasn't uncommon for O.M.E.N. to have recruited from other agencies - in fact, it was rarer for an O.M.E.N. operative to not have been involved in some other agency. "Switched to O.M.E.N. as S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't take threats like Hel seriously," he then admitted quietly. He then glanced at Alex, expecting that he'd have some sort of plan. He had broken them out of the asylum - what happened next was Alex's territory, as far as Ricky was concerned.

Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...

Mallory didn't need to sleep. She had spent most of the evening attending to duties. If she didn't knock on the door of a person fated to die within a 10 mile radius of her at least three hours before their death...Well, it had only happened once in her lifetime and that had caused the rips in time to occur in Coventry. Her failing to perform her duties had created the temporal anomalies that fueled the wardrobe and ultimately killed Andromeda Aldrich.

"I'm well," Mallory replied, before she smiled like the Cheshire cat. She knew that Hel was after her cloak. Until this entire fiasco blew over, she figured it would be best to disguise herself as human. It would take someone looking at her closely to see past the true illusion and notice her form. As long as Hel didn't give her a second glance, she'd be fine. Yet she also knew that the cloak would call to Hel - it was rightfully hers, after all.

Kyasarin turned her head, looking at Jessica for a moment. There was a spark of hope in her eyes for a moment. "You can give it a shot, but I doubt it'll work," Kyasarin said frankly. "None of the doctors could fix it - the bones in my legs are completely crushed, shattered, whatever you wanna describe it as...They won't reform properly."

Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...

"I'm not that type of abnormal," Folly explained. She was fairly confident that O.M.E.N. wouldn't hold her after she had answered their questions. While she had killed someone, they lacked evidence. And as far as Folly and anyone else was concerned, she was a perfectly normal human being. Sure, she healed a little faster than was average - but she was raised in the Circus. Everyone had to be a little bit stronger than the average human being to fit in.

"I think I'd just need to appear in some security footage or...or in the background of a news report," Folly suggested, frowning a bit as she thought it over. O.M.E.N. had to be scouring the area for evidence, right? They'd be watching every bit of digitalized data that came out of the place. However, then another thought occurred to her and she laughed a bit. "The guest registry!" Folly exclaimed, before running over to the hotel counter. She pulled up a gigantic book, filled with the check-in information of the guests. "Maybe one of the O.M.E.N. agents - Keenan - signed in and left a phone number?"

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Jade Cornish

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

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Jade noticed Alex partaking in a rather Boston popular activity - day drinking - but she passed no judgment on it. As far as she was concerned, if she was awake, then it was an appropriate time to be drinking. The cab ride to M.I.T. was relatively uneventful - which suited her. There was plenty of excitement in this job without death defying cab rides becoming part of the package. As she got out of the cab, she considered Alec's question - but the other O.M.E.N. agent cut her off.

"If there wasn't, I'd be surprised," the agent admitted.

"Either way, it'll give us information on motive, as well as Hel's intentions," Jade said decisively. If Hel hadn't bothered to go clean up any possible evidence, then it suggested that Hel was either sloppy, egotistical, or she hadn't killed the physicist in premeditated murder. But given the description of the massacre at O.M.E.N. headquarters, Jade couldn't help but imagine the egotistical explanation was correct. Hel struck her as the type of person that thought they were the hero - and would ultimately always be the villain because of it.

She pulled up a rough campus map on her phone, before spotting where the physics building was located, and she headed in that direction. "I don't technically have jurisdiction here - so if either of you would like to handle the badge flashing, that'd be grand."

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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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Robin hit refresh and she perked up slightly, seeing that some responses have come in. In fact, not just one or two or three but four people had responded to the advertisement. Two of them contained unsolicited photos and Robin wrinkled her nose, before responding to the other two and giving them the address of the Hunter Hotel. They could meet to do the exchange there. It wasn't like they'd be staying here much longer.

"We have two weirdos coming to bring us some fluids," Robin said cheerfully, grinning a bit. Aloise couldn't help but snort - she hadn't imagined that they'd have their choice of which spit they wanted to use. She had anticipated that they'd be lucky to get one response - but she supposed, this was what happened when the next generation of hunters came in. They changed everything, but the fights remained the same. It was the entire reason she was doing this - that way there wouldn't have to be hunters anymore.

"If we etch it, we need to make it look beautiful - if that makes any sense," Aloise explained. "Then the rune can hide in plain sight, making her more likely to slip up." Of course, there was another part of the plan they needed to discuss - what they were willing to do in order to help Hel shut the gates of heaven and hell. Aloise was all in on this - she didn't know about the cousins, however.

On the news, Mariana will notice something potentially connected to Hel. A lot of government agencies are having their budgets cut for an "emerging emergency" reported by O.M.E.N. And already, the cuts have begun to take their toll. Some agencies have had to cut staff and security, with an organization called the Brotherhood already making a successful raid on the CIA.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker & Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House (201) - Headed to the Mill
Skills: None

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Nancy turned and followed George, deciding that if anyone needed her, they'd know where she'd be. She wasn't one to stick strictly to rules or protocol. Her heart told her to keep George company and that was precisely what she decided to do. Sure, there could be other courses of action that might have had better outcomes - but this was the one she felt suited her and she wasn't about to change her mind. Her choices had gotten her this far, after all - why start doubting them now?

"Think you're getting a bit bad at math in your old age, Gio," Nancy teased. "I count three of us - unless you're meaning you two dig the grave while I watch?" she added, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't opposed to physical labor. Sure, her preferred method of exercise was getting a bike appropriate for the time period and trying out new stunts and tricks on it. She had vague plans to at one point get up onto the roof of the main house and see if she could ride her bicycle up there, popping one of the wheels up and the like. And the more Nancy thought on it, the more she realized that even before she lived with the other Emendators, she'd sometimes trick people into taking care of manual chores for her. They just weren't that interesting - but George was her friend and her gut told her to pitch in.

She did manage to resist pointing out to Gio that had Peter been alive still, he could have helped him with his math.

Meanwhile, Andromeda followed Eve into her room, taking a moment to look around. It was rich with history and she couldn't help but smile slightly, looking at the objects and decor with fascination. She couldn't help but notice a few familiar faces - the other Emendators. The one with the Cards amused Andromeda slightly - she had only seen Nancy in a prison outfit, after all. Her eyes flickered over to a pair of broken glasses. She wasn't sure what to make of them - but experience told her they probably were incredibly important. People didn't keep things like that otherwise.

"It's okay, I just came from a place with a lot of death," Andromeda admitted. To her vantage point, she had seen someone be gunned down by a sniper a few hours ago - and before that, the young girl the police thought murdered her father had shot someone in her hotel. "But I do have a question - and I know this might be rude but...logistically speaking, if you bury him, what happens to him when the loop resets? Does his body just...vanish? Or does it somehow stay there even with everything going back to how it was?" Andromeda asked. Her natural curiosity was starting to come back, though her mind was still reeling with the knowledge that she had died.