Morose

🦄 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 ---> Stable
Skills: N/A

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Virginia was comforted as well that word would be sent back - it would surely reach her brother. She could then perhaps send instructions for Alfred as well. He may have been a butler, but he was practically family. He had helped to raise Virginia and now, he was raising James as well. Virginia wished for him to be informed, just in case Alfred would decide to see if he could throw his lot in with the circus as well. She had become distracted by her thoughts and only removed herself from them once Mary had seen to it that she was securely seated.

"You need not address me as my lady," Virginia said with a smile, yet she did as instructed and she held on. She hadn't any skills in riding and she had no desire to be trampled to death by a horse. While it had made the short list in her favorite ways to die, she wasn't in a rush to shuffle off her mortal coil. And there was something exhilarating about riding as well, with Virginia wishing that she had been taught such a skill. Perhaps that would be something she could be instructed in, once these dangerous times had come to an end.

🦄 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 noticed a pad of paper and she picked it up delicately. She ran her finger along the top, noticing that the last sheet of paper used on it had been ripped off. She thought for a moment, before she realized how familiar the paper seemed to her own notebook. There were occasions where she would rip out a page, only to notice the slight indentations of it remained on the next page. Nora glanced around the room, until she procured a pencil. She remembered it working on her own notes, whenever she had grown bored and decided just to shade in a page.

Very lightly, Nora began to shade in the top page of the pad, watching to see if any words or symbols or shapes popped out. There was a chance that she was wrong and she was wasting a perfectly good piece of paper, but she had a gut feeling telling her that this approach would provide some clue of great importance. Coincidences seemed to be a rare thing in this situation and she didn't want to leave any stone unturned.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Tank/D7
Skills: Tank Gunner Amateur

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Beatrice chuckled a bit. She couldn't help but wonder at what point it was pointless to label someone as a Yank, given that at least half of the population - on a purely geographic estimate - would meet that description. Though she supposed that it wasn't that much different than gender then, as from what she knew, the division was roughly 50-50. She didn't know much about the gender spectrum and things along those lines. She glanced upwards as she heard a body hit the tank, imagining for a moment the body just slowly falling off from the force of gravity as they pushed onwards.

"So much for radio silence," Beatrice mused. The radio went off when she had been in the middle of loading the next shell. She didn't know if they'd be firing off anymore shots with the tank, but she wanted to be prepared. It seemed silly to leave it all for the last minute and then have to scramble to get off another shot. As she listened to the message, she felt a bit irritated. They knew that she had been the one manning the radio, and yet, they messaged Lola. She had half a mind to take a passive aggressive action regarding it accordingly later, when Lola grabbed the radio from her. She listened to Lola's response, catching the radio as she tossed it back.

"Do you want me to gear up as well? Or continue manning the gun?" Beatrice asked her.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Street Adjacent to Duncan Street - Headed North
Skills: Survival

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Jack kept his eyes on the road, falling into the role of backseat driver. He was glad that they weren't taking Duncan Street - there had been too many walkers on it for comfort. They had already put a good bit of distance between them and the Church, with Jack finally letting out a bit of tension he hadn't realized had been building in his shoulders. Sure, they were still in danger - but they weren't in the mortal peril that they had been in before. The danger of being overrun by a hoard or going without shelter, in his mind at least, had diminished greatly.

However, he knew that there was still a threat they faced - though this one was more emotional than anything else. "Tiff, uh...I know I'm no Tati when it comes to these things, but maybe it'd be good if we talked 'bout eve'ything that just happened..." Jack said, staring straight at the road ahead of them. "The hallucinations and...Well, I know it's something we both should get off of ouh chests..." He of course didn't know that it had been an environmental effect - to Jack, it just seemed like they both had snapped and lost their minds. He felt that if they didn't get a handle on it now, it'd just keep on happening.

"Like uh...I saw Sutton," Jack said, his voice cracking a bit. "She died a long time ago but...it was so real, Tiff."

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Location: Lab Facility

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Nine turned instantly as she heard the shot go off, glaring daggers at the soldier who shot the kid. That hadn't been a smart move for them to make. They should have shot one of the adults, someone who actually had a say in matters and the ability to make choices. Instead, they shot the innocent. And if Nine hadn't already hated the soldiers, she did now. "That was a mistake," Nine muttered darkly. She went and got Ten the supplies he needed, before handing them off to him. Her own bullet wound was moderately aggravated but in her case, the bullet was stopping the bleeding. Seven didn't seem to be so lucky.

"You'll be fine, kid," Nine said, giving Seven a slight smile. She knew that Seven had to be terrified at the moment - and she hardly blamed her. Nine also felt responsible for her, not just as the leader of the group, but as if Seven was her own sibling. Someone had to be looking out for her. She then looked at Jakob. "If she isn't fine, then you won't be either," she added.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Peridot

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December 29th, 2016 - 9:45 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned

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The Streets - Washington D.C....

Ricky shook his head. He didn't know any super secret O.M.E.N. transportation methods - he was just familiar with the traditional ones. Walking all the way to Boston was out of the question. Driving would take them a little under seven hours and they didn't have a car. Sure, they could fly and be there in an hour and a half, but that required tickets. And tickets meant money - which they don't have. "I'd say fly but...Not really sure how we'd get there," Ricky admitted. He thought for a moment. "Do you have any military contacts who could help us out? Otherwise...we could take a bus and be there by nightfall..."

Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...

Mallory thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," she then admitted. She was honestly surprised to be alive still. Her existence depended on the cloak that would increase Hel's powers exponentially - and yet, she still drew breath, somehow. "We should keep on moving," Mallory suggested. Sayuki made another attempt at walking, only to fall backwards and stumble into her wheelchair once more. But she couldn't have looked happier.

Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...

Folly stared at Thalia for a moment, before letting out a slight sigh of relief. It was always comforting to know that you weren't the only one going mad. Maybe there was some sort of logical explanation behind what was happening to her, beyond just stress and a genetic disposition for insanity. If this was how she'd live the rest of her life...Folly wasn't too certain that was a life worth living. "Maybe we don't contact O.M.E.N. then," Folly suggested. "But...Lilith, you should try the spirit approach."

"Maybe we just need to contact a hunter and they can contact O.M.E.N. for us..."

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Robin Ramírez & Aloise Zamora

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

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Robin nodded - she didn't think she'd have any issues. And if she did, well, there was always a good excuse for some impromptu target practice, then. Anyone who responded to that type of advertisement in her opinion was bad news and deserved to be robbed of their fluids - or shot in the balls with a crossbow - whichever one she felt like in the moment and would help them prevent Hel from destroying the world. The latter was the priority to achieve, of course.

Once Aloise and Mariana got into the car, the drive to the nearest Home Depot didn't take all too long. Traffic was light and it wasn't too far from the hotel they were staying at. Finding a parking spot, however, proved to be a small nightmare. It seemed that everyone had decided now was the perfect time to brush up on their home improvement skills and take on a new project. And when there wasn't a car in the space they wanted, someone had been too lazy to put their cart away, parking it there instead. "We need to make a shortlist of the supplies we need exactly," Aloise said, once they found a spot to park.

🦄 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 (106) - the Mill
Skills: None

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Nancy took the shovel from George, feeling the weight of it. As George cleaned his mask and Giouse set off to find a spot for a proper burial, she took the shovel out and extended her arms, attempting to balance the weight of it on the middle of her forearm. It was a bit of an odd sight to see, no doubt, but Nancy had done far stranger things in even more unusual situations before. There was a reason that she was the strange aunt of the family of Emendators and Paradoxes. The shovel clattered to the ground after a moment and she bent down to pick it up, before trying the same balancing act again.

"We could frame it as a welcome tea for the newcomers," Nancy proposed with a mischievous smile. "And no tea, of course, is complete without sweets. Though...does Alicia drink tea?" she then asked. She could only picture Alicia drinking spirits. While it was entirely possible the empath did drink tea, Nancy simply didn't know - and it seemed almost out of character for Alicia as well. Maybe they'd need to use the water somehow as a part of an alcoholic beverage - though it sounded horrible off the top of her head. She nodded once George said he was ready and she headed out with him, tossing her shovel from hand to hand.

Back inside the main house, Andromeda nodded at Evelina's response, digesting the information she had learned. Her theory was quickly disproven by the fact that a non-Paradox had stayed there before, but it didn't upset her. Her mother was a scientist - she had been drilled that a result of no was potentially even more meaningful than just confirming a previous suspicion. However, she had to wonder just who Evelina had invited into the loop before that hadn't been a Paradox or an Emendator - and how she had explained everything to them. From what Andromeda could tell, some of the other timelines didn't seem to have the supernatural as a reality. She had lived through a bunch of strange things herself, making the concept of the loop not nearly as daunting.

"Not at all," Andromeda said, before carefully positioning her hands to push together Peter's wounds as described. Had it been someone she knew, it would have been too much to ask - potentially. But Peter was a complete stranger to her. And with all of the death she had just seen, she didn't have the time or really even a reason to be squeamish about these sort of things.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Cass' Room

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"I love the scent of sensitive documents burning in the morning," Guin quipped, trying to make light of the horrible situation they had found themselves in. "I got one of the pseudo-speedsters to grab all the hard drives in the school, OMEN shouldn't be able to salvage any data from this job," Guin informed Cass, as if she was still a full fledged SHIELD agent reporting into her S.O. during a mission. She had worked for both organizations about equal amounts of time, but old habits died hard. She grinned a bit at Cass' mention of icers, kneeling down and grabbing them from underneath the bed. She grabbed one for herself, handing another to Cass, and she pocketed her icer.

Her eyes lit up at the EMP grenades. Sometimes, she imagined that had her father not shut down Stark's weapons division, she would have made a killing there. She had been trying to make a lightsaber since she saw the Star Wars movies. When she first met Lance, she had made a blaster that changed colors with each round that was fired off. There was something elegant about weapons - especially when they seemed to belong in Science Fiction, rather than real life. "These are incredible, Cass!" Guin exclaimed. "I think it's time for some field testing of them, don't you think?" she added with a bit of a smirk.

Her mind then raced back to the ring the other Pietro had worn - who was he married to anyways? She doubted it was her. She didn't come from a background that valued marriage of any sort.

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Dean Kesseli

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Location: Grounds of the Institute ---> Dorms --> Blackbird

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Dean had a bit of a deer in the headlights look to him as Marygold Isley - the Marygold Isley - started shouting orders at him. It was the closest he'd gotten to being a member of the X-Men in his life. He had also met the Pietro Maximoff (times two) earlier and Guinevere Stark! Not to mention, other famous members of the X-Men - but he had heard the most talk about those three. Marygold was the leader, Pietro was Magneto's son, and Guin was Iron Man's kid. It was hard not to hear gossip about them. "I was doing something for Ms. Stark!" Dean squeaked.

"And I'm not really a speedy type - more of a dodger but...I can do that!" Dean said sheepishly. He took off at a run, moving faster than the average human being but nowhere near the speed of a true speedster. The hard drives were safely tucked away in a bag and he went towards the dormitories, knowing the ones where the younger kids were. He grabbed two little kids at a time, before beginning the Dean Kesseli Taxi Service (patent pending).

He got his first few passengers settled in the Blackbird, leaving the bag of hard drives for Guin to deal with later. For a moment, Dean looked at Beast and his eyes widened. He had taken science classes with Beast at the Institute - he was in his biology course right now, actually. "Hey, uh, I know first aid," Dean mentioned to Pietro. "I can swap - if you wanna shuttle people over here?"

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Folly Valeska

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Location: Grounds of the Institute

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As the attacks started and Thalia began her onslaught on the vehicles, Folly's walk turned into a sprint. She was going straight towards the cars and the Sentinels, knowing that years ago, she would have been advised to run in the opposite direction. Her healing factor had only become more and more powerful since she realized it existed, and aided by the medication, her thoughts were clearer than ever. She had chosen the center vehicle as her target, slowing down slightly as she closed the gap.

The driver slowed the car down as well, rolling down a window to shoot at her. The bullets either missed her or grazed her - Folly truthfully didn't notice. She reached in through the window, skewering the driver with her knife through the head. She then twisted the gun from his grip as the car came to a halt, using it to fire off shots at the two other occupants of the vehicle. They missed, but it didn't phase her in the slightest. She had just taken a life and she couldn't have been more calm. Folly tossed the gun aside and pulled her knife from her victim, her hands already stained with blood.

"You can either kill each other or I'll kill you both," Folly said with a sweet smile. "Which will it be?"

🦄 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

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Iris hadn't had a chance to read the memo yet and she couldn't help but feel disappointed. Their work was already difficult and challenging in its own right - to help those who had lost their way find the path to happiness once more. But with the relatively tiny amount of aid they got from the state, they were battling not just mental illness but inadequacies - shortages, cameras in need of repairs, overworked orderlies, and so forth. It was something that Iris could not change, no matter how much positive thinking she practiced. The realities of her job could not be escaped.

"Is the coroner going to come to collect the body?" Iris couldn't help but ask. "As for what happened...I was treating a patient of mine - Jaina Sarbye - and she was speaking only in Russian. The UN sent in a translator - Risa Couri or something along those lines - who had a fairly athletic build, brown hair, blue eyes. She spoke with the patient, after which the patient attempted to attack me, but the situation was handled," Iris described. She then went onto describe the attack - how Risa had tied her up and her patient had killed the orderly, with the two escaping before Iris could do anything to stop them.

🦄 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 gave Daphne a huge smile, a bit surprised himself that she had agreed to it. He hadn't been too certain that a girl like her would ever be interested in someone like him. He did know better than to question why she had agreed to dance with him, though he was also too naive to consider that someone may have had ulterior motives. "G-great," Fitz said. "I can watch your winnings, kid," Dorothy said. She wasn't planning on leaving the table and the kid could always cash them in later. For now, she was more curious to see him dancing with her sister.

"Th-thanks," Fitz replied, entirely too trusting. He got up and offered Daphne his hand. It seemed to be the polite thing to do. "I-I've never d-danced much before..." he then added softly. He didn't want to step on her feet, but he figured she deserved a warning that it could be a possibility. The only girl he had ever danced with had been his sister when they were little and their parents insisted on taking them to dance classes. He laughed a bit at the preacher's comment about rationalizing irrational numbers, as it ran through his head again. However, he was almost certain his sister had tried to do just that on one occasion at least.

"An entire day without you preaching to me?" Dorothy asked, shuffling the deck of cards. "You really do know the way to a girl's heart," she quipped with an eye roll. She knew that they could technically play another round of poker, but she had another game in mind. It was simpler, but ideal for two players. And it had some historical significance, coming straight from the Earth That Was. She dealt both of them in, setting the remainder of the deck face down in the middle. "I assume an experienced gambler such as yourself is familiar with this game," Dorothy said coyly.

She was quickly rearranging her own hand, placing them into numerical order. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye as she glanced up at Atticus. "The name of the game, of course, is Go Fish," she described. "Would you care for the first turn, Preacher?" It wasn't Poker, sure, but he had simply asked for cards. And Dorothy felt confident that she could win at least one blissful preaching free week with this selection of game.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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