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Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@17th Day@Peridot: How go relations? I'm going to write a starter for you guys in this update, but you cannot post until you've done relations with everyone in operations. Please tag me once they're complete. And let me know if anyone is slow to respond to you.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: 052 Forrester Drive

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"Asmodeus?" Jenna asked, trying her best not to laugh. She wasn't sure if it was just built up insanity from all of the emotional trauma she had been going through lately, having her entire life upended by a single letter that told her any family she thought she had was a lie. "Were all the good villain names taken by comic book characters?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was pretty certain that given he was a demon, fear was the last thing they wanted to show or express. It seemed like advice that would've been given in a horror movie. "It's alright, he's not getting out of that trap," Jenna reassured Lydia.

She then flipped through the book, spotting a few more interesting spells. "We'll be back, NPC underling," Jenna then said to the demon as she shut the book, motioning for Lydia and Robert to leave the room before she did. Once they were all out, Jenna locked the door behind her and grabbed the salt canister for baking from the kitchen, creating the thick salt line just as Abe had instructed. She then did the same thing with the windows. "Right, well, Abe is coming to deal with the demon. However, I think it's safe to say that they've intended Riley to act as a host for Asmodeus - but I doubt it's working or they would have done it already...which means she's dying but we still have time."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Nancy Parker & Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree
Skills: Acting, Mimic

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Nancy gave Sophia a grin, as she approached the children. They were all hopped up on sugar thanks to Gilbert and Nancy had to resist the urge to pop about five caramel chews in her mouth at once. Instead, she put on a smile. "Come along, children, it's time to go," Nancy said, mimicking a rather pedantic Paradox she had once met. They had been more tightly wound than either Gio or even Evelina, in her opinion. "We'll be sure to see you back here next All Hallow's Eve - and yes, with more sweets."

"Awww, already?" one of the kids cried out. Nancy hid the mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "Well, I s'pose we could use your help in settling a bet as we walk..." She started to usher the children into a group, giving Sophia the time she needed to get her limb ready. "Oooh, can we!" one of the kids shouted. Nancy nodded, grinning once she had judged them to be about halfway between the entrance gate and the oak tree. "Which one of us is stronger? I, Nancy, or the sweet Sophia?"

Nancy then held out her hand to Sophia, prepared to do a tug of war test of strength - and terrify the kids in the process.

Andromeda, meanwhile, couldn't help but wonder about the infestation of the timeline with the walking dead. They sounded like zombies to her - that or a rakshasa. There were so many creatures and spirits in her own timeline that even the most skilled hunters didn't know all of them. Everything had to be recorded in lore books and journals, constantly referenced and even then, a hunter might misidentify something that they had encountered and fought early on in their career. "...What were your timelines like?" Andromeda asked, looking at those who remained - namely Bart, Faith, and James.

She had come to the conclusion that hers was irregular - and that likely no one else present had even heard of the Altsoba Massacre. She wondered if the events in Coventry would have a similar name given to them - or if they wouldn't be remembered at all in the passage of time. She supposed one of the Emendators would know, but she doubted they would tell her what had become of her world.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Nottingham
Skills: Sokw

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Virginia continued to retrace her steps, until she entered the room at the inn and walked into her body. It was always an interesting experience, to be able to see herself as she was as if in sleep or a trance. It was something that neither a mirror nor a portrait could ever do justice to. After reentering her body, Virginia opened her eyes and slowly rose. "There is talk of a man rushing to ensure a marriage, after the attack at Manchester - and an injured child near death," Virginia summarized. "Whether this is Lord Rutherford...I cannot be sure, yet I feel it is almost too great to be coincidence."

Having said her piece, Virginia rose to her feet and noticed that Elizaveta was no longer in the room. She was always a little fuzzy on how much time had passed when she took her more spiritual walks. She supposed it was a mere effect of her being able to push on further than she would be able to physically in such moments - a trade off of sorts. "Where did Elizaveta go?" she asked Mary, not referring to her as the Grand Duchess in case someone overheard them. She didn't want to reveal what a significant person of nobility was there, just in case it slowed them down.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Deception

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Maeve nodded at Lady Kirkpatrick, saying nothing as to her claims that her housing situation would be rectified. She had no doubt that Lady Kirkpatrick was capable of such a feat, just from her talks. She had people of all levels indebted to her and in many ways, she reminded her of some of the most fearsome gang members her brother in law, Seamus, had spoken of. The nephew was not endeared to Maeve at all. From the way Lady Kirkpatrick had described him, he was lacking in wits. However, the little boy - the grandnephew - tugged at her heartstrings. She had never been away from Roisin for such a great length of time and she missed her daughter dearly.

"Of course, m'lord. it wud be me 'onor," Maeve said kindly, letting the little boy help her out of the carriage. She didn't doubt that her deception and act may have slipped for a moment, but the child was so young and sweet. He had to be about Roisin's age and Maeve couldn't help but smile. "I'm called Miss O'Connor, m'lord," Maeve introduced herself, giving the boy a courtesy once she was out of the carriage. She caught the hint of perfume in the air and couldn't help but be curious as to its source. An amused smirk reached her lips as she considered as to whether it was Lady Kirkpatrick's nephew.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Heading to the Border
Skills: Marvel Universe Knowledge

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Cecily thought for a moment. "Depends if you're talking movies or comics. If it's comics, he's really more of a supporting character there and you can argue that Professor X isn't the most sane individual. I mean, what he did to Danger was fucked up...After years and years - decades really - of fighting for mutant rights, he imprisons and experiments on the evolved form of the Danger Room who had gained sentience... But you're not wrong. There was one instance where Magneto ripped his adamantium skeleton out, of course that then let his healing factor kick up to full strength, so....And then on one or two occasions, Wolverine actually managed to stab Magneto."

Cecily paused for a moment. "But yeah, Professor X is basically an idiot. However, I would argue that Wolverine probably goes pants shopping at the same place Banner does - and maybe Extremis infected Pepper as well," Cecily said with a slight chuckle. "...But then again, back to the Magneto thing, I think Magneto would be generally too annoyed with Logan to actually think through using him like a puppet. He's driven by his rage - understandably - and Wolverine can be an incredibly vexing character. It's what drove him to rip out all of the adamantium from his body in that one run, anyways, since he finally decided enough was enough..."

"That isn't the most brutal thing, though...I remember reading a comic where Wolverine was trapped underneath an iceberg or something for six months, ate pieces of his own arm to survive and would regenerate them back..."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Private Plane Heading to Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

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Iris thought for a moment. There was an obvious answer to that question - one that involved adopting her and sending her to a less than ideal psychiatric facility. She wasn't sure if Ross was speaking from a place of anger or if he actually had more questions for the family. She couldn't help but worry for a moment that perhaps he would aim to kill the family as well. Being a terrible parent certainly wasn't a crime - though the US did have some strange laws in her opinion.

"Mr. Ross, why is it that you publicly claim your daughter to be your niece?" Iris couldn't help but ask. She had read the website that listed him as having a niece, not a daughter. And yet, his language had been very clear - his niece was his daughter and his grand-niece was his granddaughter. She wondered if it was in order to have a life of privacy for his daughter. She could understand that. Her family had a lie as well - though only she and her mother knew. The earldom - as silly a thing as Iris felt it was to still fret over - was technically rightfully hers and not her brother's.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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

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Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 2:15 PM

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The Ramblings is well known for being a wild and chaotic place. When it was first created, individuals in need of housing would build a few connected homes and take one for themselves. The next group would then take their place and in this fashion, it eventually turned into this mile and a half long living community. With odd twists and turns, staircases that go to nowhere and parts of it still unfinished, quirky is perhaps the only proper descriptor of it. But despite how crowded it is, there is truly no better place to live in the Castle. Everything you need is simply there. It's filled with schools and bazars, stores and doctors offices, homes and theaters, friends and restaurants.

Even the underground has made its home in the Ramblings, although it's rarely talked about beyond hushed whispers. Whatever you require, for better or for worse, it is already there. You could live a full and content life without ever leaving the Ramblings, perhaps venturing up to one of the rooftop gardens just in order to see the sun rise above the trees of the Forest. In fact, one former Castle Queen grew up in the Ramblings, with a cupboard drawer for a bed as a baby (she was noted to have been rather small and tiny).

In the Winking Duck Tavern - colloquially referred to as just the Yellow Duck due to its yellow door - bards were often invited to perform. With the sudden influx of people fleeing the coronation ceremony, things were incredibly busy and packed. There was even an informal bet going on as to whether or not the Ramblings would withstand an attack by the Young Army. Sentiment towards the new Queen had taken a harsh turn, ever since the Young Army decided they were able to act as if the Castle were under martial law.

An old man currently operated the tavern, barely able to get the spiked FizzFroot drinks that the younger crowd was so fond of flowing. "You know back in my day, if you talked about Queen Kaimana like that, she'd have thrown you in Dungeon One!"

There was a young man there at the bar, who let out a small chuckle. He had slightly long, dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin, and had on a pair of glasses as he looked at the old man. "How little you know... That family line has had to deal with people thinking poorly of them and talking poorly about them before. Now, where could my sister have gotten to?"

"Вероватно је трчала после неког штенета ... Осим ако не мислите на једну од друге две," a silver haired girl muttered, as she and her identical twin walked inside, sitting down next to the man.

He let out another laugh when the twins showed up. "Do not get me started on her chasing after puppies! Try growing up with that. I remember, one time, my father counted up how many puppies where there, and there were one hundred and one, all the same type of dog too," the man said, shaking his head before he turned to look at them. "Now, you two really should not be criminals, like at all. Apparently you two take more after one side of your family line than the other, but still."

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Arya Rincewind & Myrus Silvers

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Location: The Palace Lawns

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Arya began to feel greatly uncomfortable, for Atkin's sake, with the man Lyra was happily referring to as Lord Laine. She supposed it was a fitting title, for the herald of a dragon. While to some the dynamic of the female dragon being seen as higher would be odd - especially from earlier times - it wasn't surprising to Arya nor Myrus. Some countries in the world were patriarchies - some were evenly balanced amongst the genders - and others, like the Castle, were matriarchies. Puck was about to join the group heading inside to get the child, when Emperor Taj stuck out a hand, blocking the far shorter man's path.

"That is a family affair," Taj said sternly.

"And you would not wish to interrupt it, no?" Asha added, her necklace shimmering. Arya turned her gaze and looked at the necklace for a moment. It felt familiar to her, the energy that it was emitting, but she couldn't quite place it. Yet it was not any sort of Magyk - none that she knew of. But that in itself gave her an idea - there were others skilled in a Magyk that many dismissed, yet had real results. It had failed to heal the Queen, but perhaps...perhaps it would explain the kidnapping of Princess Luna.

"Please do hurry and fetch the child for them," Arya finally said to Lyra, before she returned her gaze to Asha. "The gem you wear - what is its nature?"

"I cannot tell you that, Ms. Rincewind," Asha replied calmly.

Arya frowned, staring at Asha. She judged Asha to be slightly younger than she was and the purple stone she wore bothered her. She hadn't seen any reference to something like it in the Pyramid Library, but she knew the ideal place to look - as well as for answers of any sort when it came to this business. Once the Royal Family was secure, she would be taking her apprentice with her on a trip to the Manuscriptorium. Too much strangeness had occurred to afford otherwise.

Rowland chuckled slightly. "Well, that is the most informal knighting I've ever seen - and about time, too. Those ceremonies were getting to be too fussy for what they were worth," he commented. He tipped the rim of his hat to Valda, having found a bit of merriment in what had been a dark and grim hour. However, Myrus was not nearly as fortunate. He was still as white as a sheet and with the look of terror on his face, one would believe Malekith had chosen to Appear to him.

"SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" Myrus screamed, before blood started gushing from his nose. He stumbled backwards, grabbing onto one of the chairs only for it to shimmer a slight shade of pink and then explode. Bits of wood sprayed everywhere and luckily, no one was injured but Myrus' hair was standing up straight, as if he had stuck his finger in an outlet. He looked at Valda, terrified, before he went back to his muttering.

"...Queen Valda, I believe there is something just wrong with your brother," Puck muttered.

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Nera Hawthorn

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Location: Port Witch Coven House

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Outside of Malekith's room, the fighting raged on. Although there were more Wendron Witches than Port Witches, the Port Witch Coven practiced Darke Magyk. Specifically designed to kill and torture, their spells packed a little more bite to them than the Wendron Witches' could. One Port Witch - who just so happened to be Malekith's mother - sensed that the battle could still be won, but knowing they were injured leapt forward towards the coordinated strike force. They then summoned all of the Magyk they could and detonated themselves like a bomb, killing seven Wendron Witches and Girl 603, as well as injuring Boy 604 and another Wendron Witch severely.

The other remaining Port Witch, limping from a nasty hex that - shockingly - Little-Bell Dreamfree had sent at her, turned to throw a Consumption spell at the girl. The Port Witch still had Fleur and Nera to count on, as well as the reserves at the safehouse with the children. But the Wendron Witches? They had sent everyone they had, except for Queen Valda. Either side could still easily win at this point.

Inside Malekith's room, things are getting hectic, to say the least...

Rhys' Transmutation spell fails, as he's still Frozen from Amarantha's charm. Between flirting with Fleur and the ice, his concentration just wasn't enough. "Typical wizard," Nera murmured with a sigh, as she Unfroze herself by muttering the Reverse. It was a relatively simple feat to undo a FastFreeze Charm. They were intended to be used on wild animals and any witch worth her salt knew the Reverse, just in case she accidentally Froze herself in place. "Slither and writhe, feel the venom its fangs may hide!" Nera chanted, summoning a snake with Darke energy.

The spell was successful and the snake hit the ground, slithering and hissing at the stranger. It hadn't moved in for the attack yet. Jadis then Unfroze herself in turn, looking at Amarantha with some irritation. "Only my brother's pet whore could ruin a perfect day," Jadis muttered under her breath, her good mood souring. She felt the loss of members in her Coven as well and she was worried. It didn't bode well. She then heard Fleur complete the CradleSnatching and she felt livid. As if she was going to allow Fleur to take away her throne - she meant Valda's throne, of course....

"Do you think you'll actually manage to keep her?" Jadis taunted Fleur, staring at her. "You know as well as I do that the Queen knows a Reverse that if done within the hour can undo a CradleSnatching...Do you think it was easy when we snatched sweet Valda from her crib?"

Of course, Jadis didn't have any intention of returning Luna to her sister alive. She knew that Queens rarely ever got a chance to perform a Reverse and undo the CradleSnatching. The time limit on the spell made it essentially useless.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Doors across from Fitness
Skills: Pistol, Stamina

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Beatrice had to fight the urge to smack Thalia with the back of her gun, after the bullets grazed her. She had just gotten herself back into a standing position after the first bullet hit her thigh and having another wound wasn't helping her concentration. On the bright side, the injury wasn't nearly as bad as the first one. And it had given them an idea as to how many more Edenites were left - tons. But at any rate, if she had been killed from that course of action, Beatrice would've come back and haunted Thalia's ass. Either that or she'd find Ryan's ghost and sip martinis, taking bets on who would turn on who in some settlement. It was a toss up as to which she'd want to spend her afterlife on.

"...Please tell me you were trying to do that..." Beatrice muttered under her breath, biting the inside of her cheek to fight off the pain and eventually, she felt like it was something that she could push through again. She then nodded at Thana, but she didn't have a lighter and Thalia had already tossed her the bag. Given what she knew about Gavin, she guessed that she was intending to make some sort of Molotov cocktail. "...If anyone has a lighter, give it to her. That's more of a priority than finding more guns!" Beatrice snapped. She didn't usually raise her voice above an even monotone, but she was frustrated and just a little bit scared. She honestly didn't care if the old hostage was ripped to shreds. She wanted this fight to end - and ideally, to survive herself, as well as the few people she vaguely recognized and had decided to give a shit about.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
Skills: N/A

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Jack continued to sleep on the floor of the safehouse, curled up inside of his provided sleeping bag. His mind, however, was back in Boston. He was hardly older than five or four in the memory - and it was one of his first ones....

Jack ran home from school, barreling in the door as he saw his mother - a bit weary and thin - setting up the Hanukkah Menorah in the window. He never really talked about religion with his classmates and it wasn't a super big deal at his house. They celebrated most holidays - but Hanukkah was always Jack's favorite. He loved the snow falling outside, the lights all around Boston, the parades and celebrations (it hadn't yet occurred to him that they were mostly for the Christian holiday, Christmas, and not just Hanukkah). And then after Hanukkah ended, he'd get to go visit his half-sisters and step-sisters for a day. He loved seeing them - just not his father.

"Mama, are we gonna play Dreidel?" Jack asked, bouncing up to his mother who caught him with surprising strength and gave him a hug. "Sure thing, my little man. Now...I think you're old enough tonight, if you want to, to light the Chanukiah. Jack's eyes grew wide and his mother nodded, giving him a smile and kissing his forehead. "Now go finish up your homework first and then we can play, alright?" "Yes mama."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@17th Day Approved, move him on over and get working on relations ^^

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Damo021: Unfortunately you have reached day 8 in the RP. (You were on day 5 when the update went up, so you were not covered under the three day extension). I am aware that you had computer trouble in the last day or so, but a week is plenty of time to post and in the three rounds you've been in the RP for, you already had fallen one update behind. In addition to riding counters here, you've been riding them in other RPs. I wish you the best of luck and hope to see you again in a RP - but once your schedule has calmed down and you have the time to dedicate to another RP. ^_^

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Peridot Approved - move him over and get working on relations.