Morose

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 almost wished that she had a mirror, in order to admire her own poker face. She hadn't let Abe know right away - in fact, she had spent a good deal of time questioning the demon herself down there. Had Lydia and Robert not been present, she most likely would have tried out one of the spells in the book, rather than going for outside help. But they had seemed frightened and Jenna had gotten all the information she needed - so that was enough. "I used a devil's trap," Jenna answered simply. "It's not like it's hard..."

She caught Kosara's look and she just nodded slightly. While they were all concerned about the demon in the basement, her mind was on the next objective. "Look, the Mayor kidnapped Riley Walker. He gave her to this demon, Sig-Bitch, in order to get a host for his master Asmodeus. But I don't think it's working properly. Mayor was killed by a Hellhound as his contract ended. Now if you'll excuse me, Lydia and I are going to figure out who is playing host for Sig-Bitch, that way we can get a probable location for Riley..."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Nottingham - Stable
Skills: N/A

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Virginia nodded, stepping up to Mary's horse and taking her hand, thankful for the help in mounting it. She had the relatively easy task of just trying to stay on the horse and while it wasn't entirely pleasant, due to her lack of experience in riding, she had no doubt that it was far easier than conducting either of the steeds. She nodded at Mary in confirmation as she asked about the path that she had seen the injured child on. "Yes, the road to Manchester," she confirmed verbally.

If they could not help Millicent, Virginia had just about every intention currently of making Millicent a widow. She cared for her friend deeply and if Millicent would not choose to save herself, then Virginia would make the choice for her. At least as a widow, Millicent would have some elevated respect in society. And while her family was not as violent as some would believe, such as the Talinks, she had no objections to staining her hands red with Lord Rutherford's blood. It would be a form of community service at the end of the day.

And perhaps a dress rehearsal for what she would do to the persons who threatened her dear brother's life.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Kirkpatrick House
Skills: Deception

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Maeve paused to answer Lady Kirkpatrick's violent question until Charles was out of earshot. Her motherly instincts were kicking in and she didn't want to expose him to her answer - namely, that she wouldn't mind at all to do that. It would be all a means to an end, one in which Roisin would have the education and life that she deserved. "I fend it a bit violent, but if it needs ter be done then it needs ter be done," Maeve answered, once the boy was out of earshot. "Bit av a waste av rope, though." She had to imagine that even though it was the victim that was torn apart, the stress it put on the rope would halve its useful lifetime.

She nodded as Lady Kirkpatrick went into the routines of the house, committing them to memory. It struck her as an awful lot of tea, but she supposed that was how the rich lived. She had set her things down and unpacked what little she had, before she stored her luggage underneath the bed. She was glancing at the sketch of her daughter, before she slipped it away quickly as she heard knocks at the door, keeping it inside of the suitcases. "Aye, come in," Maeve replied.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
Skills: Deduction, Knowledge of Chemistry, Knowledge of Biology, Knowledge of Toxicology

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If there was any part of her psyche that appreciated irony at the moment, she hadn't anticipated to be faced with her own Kobayashi Maru earlier that day when she asked Natasha about it. She was able to use her training to come to the quick diagnosis that the woman was bleeding internally. If she didn't get her to a hospital, she'd die. And even if she tried to get her to one, there was no guarantee she'd live. Of course, if she tried to save Natasha's life, she might never know what she meant with that one simple word - lied.

Cecily didn't have the skills herself to save her. The seconds seemed to stretch into hours. Natasha was her friend and she cared about her - but she also had dedicated her life to uncovering the truth. And why would Natasha have lied? Cecily had read her as honest this entire time - perhaps she hadn't gotten the proper impression from her or there was something - or someone - Natasha was trying to protect? Her eyes flickered to Natasha's engagement ring and before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, Cecily pulled out her phone and had dialed 911.

"I need an ambulance," she began, giving their exact location. "She's a cancer patient, late 20's in age, seems to be suffering from internal bleeding," Cecily explained. She didn't know anything she could do to help Natasha and she didn't know if she made the right choice - but the heroes in her comics always chose human life. She'd have to find answers some other way.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Secret Airstrip in Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

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Iris was trying her best not to be too in awe of the conveniently timed rain and lightning. It was as if they were living in some sort of film, with the weather matching the ambiance perfectly. She took Ross' hand, limping slightly as she became more and more aware of her surroundings, but she felt like she was in decent shape overall. "Merci beaucoup," she thanked him, trying to smile and stay positive but she was also worried. "Do you know what 'appened with the plane?" she then asked him softly.

She didn't know how to shoot a gun and she shook her head. She knew how to fence, how to play ice hockey, and she was a decent runner - but she'd never even handled a gun before. All she knew was there was something to do with pulling the trigger and aiming. Of course, she also knew how to ski but then again, it wasn't a skill that would see much use in this environment. She hoped that they weren't too far from where they needed to go - though she was worried that Barney's daughter or "niece" had been behind the plane crash.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Woodhallway before Adamms Wing
Skills: Pistol, Stamina

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Beatrice stopped in her tracks for a moment, hearing the shout from Alexander that they had company. She had been expecting that they'd run into more Edenites, but it hadn't occurred to her that she should expect them as coming from behind. Of course, if they were behind them and most likely in front of them as well, they'd be entirely surrounded. No matter how much firepower they had, they wouldn't win a fight like that. She glanced in the direction that Thana and Thalia had gone, stepping over there quietly to hear them arming up with more firepower.

She then paused for a moment, as her leg wound felt like it flared up, as if screaming a reminder to her that it was still there. Gritting her teeth, she stayed at the corner she was, leaning up against the wall and glancing on the other side, waiting to see what came down the hallway. It was better for her to remain somewhat stationary, anyways. Sure, walking more was a comfort since it meant the damage couldn't have been too bad, but she knew that Edenites might come down that hallway. Her weapon was ready and loaded.

"I'll stay here, make sure no one gets you two from behind," she told Thana and Thalia quietly.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: the Buster
Skills: N/A

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Jack snapped out of it and he nodded. He didn't know if he had a map on him - he imagined that there was one in the bug out bag, but he hadn't had a chance to check it thoroughly. It would have been just their luck for them to come up empty and find the bag void of the map. However, Ash quickly reassigned him to a different task - radioing the others to say what had happened. His thoughts were on Tatiana as he went through the motions almost mechanically, taking out his radio and seeing who could be reached.

"Hey there, this be Arnco Mills," Jack introduced, surprising himself a little with that choice of syntax, but he had mostly been focusing on making sure the R in Arnco came through loud and clear. "We ran into some trouble, walkahs to our no'th east. Headin' to Moreland now," Jack explained. He was hoping that Tatiana was out there and as he said the words, he figured he could have used to be a little more cryptic, just in case people were listening....but even then, he couldn't come up with a way to correct his own behavior. He just wanted to see Tatiana and he was willing to sacrifice everything in order to make that happen.

Experiment X

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Erik and Ellie

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Erik was still driving the car, they were almost to where they needed to be. Ellie's words about just killing off the humans stuck with him though, but he didn't say anything more on the subject. He didn't know what to say or anything to change the subject, so he just fell silent. Ellie was just listening to the tunes on the radio, not even noticing that her words had given him so much thought. She had grown up in an extremely religious and violent family. The thought of killing humanity as revenge, for the safety of mutantkind - it wasn't even something she thought twice about.

"We there yet or am I gonnas need to fit myself for a coffin?" Ellie quipped.

"We are almost there Ellie, it isn't much farther now, do not worry, you won't have to do that," he said chuckling slightly at her words. They were very nearly there now, so she shouldn't be complaining for too much longer in his mind.

"Mahogany, by the way," Ellie told him. "Not that ya asked but I figures it's the best wood to be buried in. And where is there again, connard?" Her attention span was incredibly short and she had practically forgotten everything he told her already, besides the fact that they were meeting some contact of Charles'. She was pretty sure the contact was a girl, which made her smile slightly.

"Wonder how you know that... Anyway, there is a CIA building here in New York City, we are meeting her there, and we are almost there now Ellie, so do not worry about being bored for too much longer."

"Nah, now I gets to worry 'bout a bunch of damn yankees tellin' me about how the South was doomed from the start," Ellie joked. Although she identified as a Cajun first and Southerner second, American was in dead last - mutant and ex-Christian fanatic both superseded it. However, she couldn't help but wonder if Charles having friends in the CIA was such a good idea. What if that had something to do with him getting caught up in the program?

"I may not be a telepath, but I know what you are thinking. Moira McTaggert isn't actually with the CIA, she's mainly a consultant who pulled a few strings for us. She generally is in Scotland, but she's been in the States for a while now, so she has some connections to help us out."

"That does remind me, mon ami....Is Charles fake British or real British?" she asked simply. His voice always suggested to her that he had something to do with England, but given that it was his family's estate in New York, she was leaning towards the latter.

"Fake British, he was born here in New York, however he did attend university in England, which is why he has a slight accent."

Ellie cackled gleefully. "I'm so gonna smash his china, mon ami. If he ain't real British, then he's just playin' a show. Like those idiots from Quebec that think they're just the same as us Cajuns."

Erik chuckled more as they entered the main city. Eventually, he pulled up next to a large building. "Well, here we are, see? Told you it wouldn't take too long to get here."

Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Jace, Janelle, and Cynthia

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Scott laughed, looking at Cynthia. She was asking him what he suggested? His first suggestion would have been to forget each other's faces and go back to their lives. Of course, given how boring and uneventful their lives likely were - they couldn't all be mercs - he'd then recommend a hearty dose of alcoholism. But the Ginger Girl? He'd tell her to go to college. And stay away from the armed forces. Make something out of her life. She deserved it - he could tell.

"Nothing. I say we do absolutely shit," Scott suggested. "Look, I love crazy plans as much as the next guy, but we don't even have one of those. We aren't even a we, yet. We're just a bunch of freaks who met up in this goddamn pie shop or whatever it is." He huffed, contemplating leaving himself. "Best case scenario, we die and none of this stuff is responsible for it."

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Discipline

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Dorothy wasn't certain if the proper response was to laugh or to cry at that - it was so typical of Atticus and from her recollection, he started it anyways - and so, she did a small mixture of both. Dabbing at her eyes, she took the rosary and looked at it. She had never held one before in her life, despite seeing Atticus with it from time to time. She ran her hands over the beads, counting them in hopes that there were an even number of them on each "side" before she slipped the rosary into her pocket. "Yes, it was one of the few bibles he didn't throw at me," Dorothy explained quietly.

Had it been another day, perhaps she would have taken the time to sit down and explain the entire book throwing fiasco. But at the moment, she wasn't in the mood to discuss her relationship with Atticus to anyone. She didn't want to have to explain the choices she had made - or as she now realized - the time that she had wasted. If anyone came to confront her about what Atticus had meant to her, she was liable to breakdown fully - to let all of the stress she had been holding in out. And of course, even beyond Atticus, there was still the question of what to do with her sister - and if either of them had a future on this ship.

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Prometheus: Galley
Skills: None

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Fitz's eyes widened. He was not going to puke on her floor! Though just the thought of vomit made him begin to feel a little bit queasy. He was one of those people who if they saw someone spilling their guts out, he was going to be next - no matter how healthy he was. And there was something about that word too - puke - that made his skin crawl just a little bit. And of course, the more he thought about his aversion to the word, the more his stomach began to churn and Anisa's words were on the verge of becoming a self fulfilling prophecy.

However, he didn't fight Daphne dragging him off. His mind glitched or short circuited or something when she grabbed him by the arm. "I-I-I d-d-don't n-need m-m-medical..." he muttered to her, just following along with her. He doubted that medical wanted to deal with him now, anyways, given that Atticus had just died. He had to imagine that the body was still down there and they would have questions to answer still - or at least, preparations to make for burial. He wasn't really sure what the entire process was - but he knew he didn't need medical. He was always like this around new people.

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 - 3:00 PM

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"Ya shouldn't be afraid to tell them off," the bartender advised Sylvi, passing her another drink - this time on the house. He had seen those silver haired twins in here before, though up until a few weeks ago, they were always accompanied by their brother. The man with them - he hadn't seen him before in his life. "Name's Jack," the bartender introduced himself, holding out a hand to Sylvi. "And those two are nothin' but trouble."

"Стари човек Худсон поново долази на нас. Ако је Тате био овде, убио би га," Marya complained to Medea.

"Знам, понекад је досадан, мада можда не смета Татеу да га убије," Medea responded, nodding her head in agreement.

Marya then eyed Myth as she took the makeshift stage, a wicked idea forming in her mind. She already pegged her as someone from the Land of Long Nights and as much as she supported her adoptive father's quest to find love, she couldn't help the words that spilled from her mouth. They had a soft accent to them that most would've only heard had they met someone from the Eastern SnowPlains before. "Sing about the Four," Marya requested. "If you know about them."

"Ooh, good choice," Medea responded with a smile. Bruce did a small double take at the twins, after all, he was pretty sure they knew that entire story by heart.

"Uh, no, not really... They sometimes drive me crazy to be honest..." Bruce muttered, before being slightly glad that Myth had gotten off his lap, and headed over to perform something.

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Arya Rincewind & Myrus Silvers

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Location: The Palace Lawns

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Even with the bluebelle flames, Arya couldn't quite shake the chill from the extremely cold temperatures. It felt as if it was penetrating her bones and she drew her cloak more tightly around her, but it didn't seem to help at all. Her lips were blue and her breathing had become incredibly slow. Her Magyk faltered and Myrus fell, only for Rowland to intervene and take over, stabilizing the levitation Charm Arya had cast.

"Let us get inside Now," Rowland urged, a certain sternness to his voice. It wasn't often that he was strict, but people were already falling ill and the weather wasn't becoming any better. He knew that it wouldn't be long until sunset and on the longest night of the year, witches became even more bolder. Beyond what had already happened, he expected that they would be busy all night in defense of the Castle - especially if the Witch Mothers decided to expand the size of their Coven, stealing little girls from their beds.

Arya nodded, feeling incredibly exhausted as the small group went inside of the Palace. They ended up in the Long Walk, which was fortunate, as the Throne Room may or may not still have Princess Snaera's body on the ground. Jadis and Puck had claimed that they would handle things - but did either of them still have any credibility left, at this point?

The ExtraOrdinary Wizard's eyes flickered towards the gigantic metal gauntlet that was on display, noticing the way that Emperor Taj appeared to have a keen interest in it as well. She made a mental note to make inquiries as to where it had come from exactly. Sadly, the best sources of information would be the ghosts of the Palace - or yet another line of questioning for Marcellus. "H-how is the Prince?" Arya stammered, looking at Becky.

Becky didn't move her attention away from Myrus, pulling various potions and mixtures from her belt and placing them on Myrus' tongue, yet there was no response. "Not well, I am afraid," Becky admitted. "And to think, for this to happen on the day of poor Valda's coronation and sweet Luna's kidnapping...It really is a cursed day," Becky muttered.

"Can you save him?" Emperor Taj asked simply.

Becky looked up at him. "I can try. That is all I can promise."

Not too far away, in Lyra's room, baby Zekarra continued to gurgle happily. Every so often, the baby would send another line of flames at Richard. And fortunately, the product of her flame had not singed Myrus' book for Miss Mavis Moll too terribly. It was still legible, and if Lyra were to examine it closely, she would notice that the writing seemed to have doubled - as if the heat of the flames had revealed secrets hidden within the text.

"Oh?" Asha asked Lyra, feigning innocence. She smiled at the baby dragon, only for her eyes to widen as the baby tried to grab at her necklace. She jumped backwards, only for Puck to laugh at her and smirk.

"Afraid of a baby, Asha?" Puck teased.

Asha's lips thinned. "Not of the baby."

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The Port: Port Witch Coven House

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Luna was still out cold. The bump on her head hadn't made things worse, but it hadn't exactly made her condition any better. It was probably the most injured and feeble she had ever been before in her life, given the privileged family that she came from. To say that Luna had been sheltered was an understatement. Amarantha was faring a bit better - the stranger's assault on Rhys had broken his concentration, to the extent that his spells ended and Amarantha would finally be free!

"That's a little rapey, not gonna lie. Fella should know what Davey Jones does to pricks like him," Harlianne commented, not lowering her weapons as she glanced at Rhys. She turned her guns on him and fired off two shots - one for each gun - and managed to land one bullet in his thigh. He was lucky they were not Named bullets and she hadn't been trying to kill him - just to incapacitate him for a little while. She then motioned for the others to follow her and set off at a brisk pace for the Port Barge. There were only two people on duty and at the sight of a crazy ginger with a gun heading towards them, with the unconscious princess carried by another woman behind her, they took off at a run.

"M'boat now," Harlianne said with a shrug. It was already set to sail so get in the barge and get going!

Back inside the house, Nera's ghost couldn't help but smile at Fleur. However, the smile was tinged with sadness. "It took me many years to gain control of it, my dear...Perhaps you have the gift for it - or perhaps you will rip a hole in time...No one can know until you try. Feel it - it is an extension of the soul." Nera then put a ghostly hand on Fleur's, nodding at her. It was pretty much the standard advice they would give to any Port Witch attempting a new area of Magyk. Through trial and error, it ultimately would come down to finding the right feeling and then channeling it - usually somehow between rage and serenity.

"What do you want me to do?" Constance asked Fleur. "That little bitch, Valda, is Queen and the ranking Witch Mother of the Wendrons now...All of our kids and a few witches are at the safe house in the Badlands."

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Museum - Vera's Office
Skills:

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Nora thought for a moment, looking at the suddenly startled and hissing cat. It hadn't made any sort of aggressive actions prior to this moment. And taking in Neema's words, Nora looked around her, trying to spot any detail that seemed amiss. They had met up with Josephine and the others prior to the cat beginning to hiss. It only started to hiss once Lady Munn's question had been directly answered by Josephine. If Neema was to be believed, was this somehow a warning from Bast? Or an answer to Lady Munn's question?

As Lauren left the room, Nora crouched down and looked underneath the desk at the cat. She figured Lauren had gone to retrieve a means of luring it out. And then, in order to test a theory, Nora removed the glove from her hand, allowing the brand to be seen clearly. She held her hand out to the cat. "It is alright," she whispered. Had she not been in the middle of testing a theory, she would have risen immediately and faced the newcomer that had been branded miraculously. Had he been designated as a replacement for Haakon? Or were there other guardians being selected?

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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