Morose

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Professor Walnut

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Front of Manor Outside -> Grand Vestibule (E1)
Skills: Intelligence
Hit Points: 4
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Walnut heard the growling of the docks, the cocking of the gun hammers, and she could feel the chill in the air. It was all exquisite, this sort of morose melancholy that had descended upon them. She wished she could have bottled the atmosphere and saved it for a sunny day, it was strictly speaking - simply divine. And the company, so far, had a few merits. Certainly some of them would have done well to be left out in the cold, but there wasn't much to be done about that. At least, not yet. She entered the manor proper, walking after Titian - so far, he struck her as the most interesting member of those present, yet a quick glance around the room and her eyes caught onto something that told her Titian was by no means the most noteworthy.

She took the chair that Titian had selected for her, giving him a nod of thanks. However, she saw Madam Envy - the coughing woman from before - nearby and her nose turned up slightly. What was it with all of the irritating persons being in her general vicinity? It was a pity there wasn't a chair to get rid of this new nuisance. At least the cougher seemed to have recovered and fallen silent for now - that was a blessing. "This atmosphere is intoxicating," Walnut mused, waiting as well for the Lord of the Manor to enter. And yet, there was another thought on her mind - if Titian were here for the same reason as she, what dark secret was he hiding? What devilish act had he committed?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area

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Guin bit her lip as they reached the top floor of her home. If Muscles wasn't able to run, then it stood to reason that her Pietro wasn't in running shape either. She couldn't help but feel useless, not having a power that was able to do much of anything in this situation...or sadly, the more she thought about it, any situation. She was the equivalent of dead weight. She glanced over at Muscles - it wasn't even like there was an enemy here with powers that she could try to pull off a switch with. A quick glance around the area didn't reveal much to fight with either - except for a small metal pipe that Magneto wasn't deciding to use.

"When the fuck did Magikarp get here?" Guin muttered, noticing the mutant master of magnetism as she grabbed her pipe. She couldn't help but feel like she was Miss Scarlet, with the lead pipe, in the lounge - about to try and murder a Sentinel. Seeing an opening on one of the Sentinels after Nina attacked it, Guin darted forward and tried to jam the pipe into one of its lower hinges to cause it to drop - but she wasn't even close to getting to the joint before she was forced to back off.

I'm fucking useless here. Her eyes darted around, still not seeing Pietro - or Lance for that matter. Where the hell were they? She could see her father fighting the Sentinels - holding his own, thankfully, she still got scared whenever he fought - but...not her boyfriend and near-brother. "PIETRO??? LANCE???" Guin shouted, not caring if the Sentinels all turned to look at her.

"Calm down Malo Guina... He's fine, I'm still standing here, so calm down, he isn't getting shot at... He probably is helping people get away from here if he can..." Muscles interjected.

"Yeah, well not being shot at doesn't mean safe! I was kidnapped plenty of times and I wasn't shot at - didn't mean I was safe either!" Guin pointed out, her heart pounding. She didn't know what to do to help. One of the hard things about training with the X-Men was that everything was focused on powers - and her powers were so useless as to basically be nonexistent. All of her weapons from S.H.I.E.L.D. were ineffective on the Sentinels as well.

"He's probably fine, calm down. If I was him, and I am, I'd be seeing about getting, oh I don't know, those younger kids to safety. You can't go after him, unless you want to get hit by a Sentinel since they are standing between us and the others."

...But there was something she could do as a Stark. She just hoped she wouldn't come to regret it from Magneto deciding to crush her alive in a gloriously metal based suit. She then tried to run to the lab, only for a Sentinel to shoot and knock her legs out from under her, sending her to the floor. No longer behind of the Sentinels but in front of them, Guin's heart was pounding as she stared up at the mutant killing contraptions. ...Not only am I useless, but I think I'm about to die...

She then scrambled to her feet, not able to put much distance between herself and the Sentinels. "...Please tell me Asimov's Laws can somehow be activated in your programming."

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Folly Valeska

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Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area

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Folly, meanwhile, was enjoying herself quite thoroughly. Although most would not suspect it of her at the moment, her head was clear and her thoughts were on the task at hand. She continued her acrobatic routine, climbing up the back of Sentinels as she aimed for the wiring in their joints. This time, she was able to hit without doing too much damage - disappointing but not surprising, given that she was using knives against one of these machines. Glancing down at the ground, she noticed Guin fall in front of one of the Sentinels and she sighed.

"Soția ta se apropie, o duc să aibă grijă de copii sau ceva, nu poate face nimic în orice caz!" Folly pointed out to Future Pietro rapidly.

"Orice, dă-mi un minut, nu sunt atât de repede acum..."

"Bine, nu-mi problema dacă o ucide un Sentinel."

"Închideți-o bine?" Folly shot him a glare at that, before she redoubled her efforts, not even caring anymore if the Stark girl got underfoot. She was expendable in her opinion anyways and she noticed that Nina almost succeeded in taking down a Sentinel. It was disappointing to see how little progress Magneto, Wanda, and Iron Man were making. In Folly's opinion, it was practically like they weren't really doing much at all. Tattoo Boy was then wildly underutilizing his abilities and Palla Latchi wasn't doing much of anything thanks to his injuries.

Damon's dragon managed to take down another Sentinel, encouraging the young mutant to keep on trying as he went for another one. He managed to damage it and Folly seized the moment to add onto the damage, nearly but not quite destroying it. "What took you guys so long?" Damon muttered, but truthfully, he really was happy to see them all. "Is Ayita with you?"

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Dean Kesseli

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Location: OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)

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Dean looked over at Charlie for a moment, after Thalia finished talking. Sure, he wasn't always the smartest guy around but he had gotten the gist. Thalia wouldn't have mentioned her age if she hadn't known that they'd met her future self - though, in his opinion, her younger self looked pretty much the same. "Dude, she like, just said that," Dean pointed out to Charlie, shaking his head a bit. "And if you're right, Ally, about Jakobsen's kid being a mutant...I'm pretty sure that's something the future peeps would have mentioned if it was happening right now so...yeah, the past is pretty fluid. Or present. Or whatever."

Everyone so far just seemed to be talking about getting out of there, but with Thalia's words about wishing they were dead...Dean panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. He ran into the glass, only to bounce off of it and hit the ground. "...Okay, that glass isn't normal..." he muttered. Their only real option, he figured, was to see if Thalia could do something - maybe tell them when someone would come by - and then they could rush them when they went to grab one of them from the cells.

He just hoped that would happen sooner rather than later. However, an idea came to him and he looked at Charlie and Richard. "...Have you two ever played Get Help?"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Carlisle
Skills: N/A

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Virginia raised an eyebrow at Mary for a moment. "Why presume that whatever force had to have intended to help our cause?" she pointed out. Coincidences were possible, however rare they were in the world. It was possible that a Soulless was somehow responsible, unwittingly aiding their efforts - or that perhaps they both had just been plunged into some sort of trap. However, Mary's line of logic aside, Virginia was in agreement. Allow the poor horse to rest and then push onwards to Gretna Green.

Her sharp ears picked up the sound of screams - and more importantly, the word they were crying out. "...Perhaps the Soulless did indeed cause us to travel here," Virginia mused. She couldn't help but wonder if the Rynes had bent space and perhaps time as well in order to hit this town, unwittingly bringing Mary and Virginia alone. She never had heard of such a thing before, yet she was a Crypt. She embraced the unusual, unexpected, and unprecedented. Strange things had been occurring of late. Perhaps it was time to throw out the old book, so to speak, and start anew.

"Shall we?" Virginia then asked, clutching her axes.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage
Skills: N/A

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A feeling of shame did indeed grow in the pit of Maeve's stomach, yet not for judging Calum. No, Lady Kirkpatrick had scolded her in such a manner that Maeve could not truly recall its last occurrence. She had been the eldest child, her mother had been frightfully ill, and her father...Maeve never paid him any mind these days. It reminded her of the way she might have scolded Roisin for getting sweets late at night. But Maeve did not have the luxury to be able to dwell on this feeling of shame.

No, from what Maeve could perceive, Lady Kirkpatrick knew all about her. Her nephew's planning had been clumsy and if Maeve were to venture a guess, the only reason Calum had brought her here was in order to have her - the intended spy - turn on the nephew. Yet she couldn't say for certain - she didn't feel as if she were in any mortal danger, yet the shame mixed with some anxiety - especially as the carriage came to a stop next to them and weapons were pulled. She had to admit, Calum did look quite dashing, armed with his violent rosary.

She shook her head slightly. "No, me lady. I don't judge 'im for 'is decepshun - I canny trust 'im cos 'e's too much like meself...I think we 'av a similar nature. an' I wouldn't trust me if I were 'im either, me lady," Maeve answered. She was hoping that honesty would be the correct approach here. "An' while I'm bein' completely 'onest 'ere, me lady, I fend 'im a bit attractive as well." She took a breath, watching Lady Kirkpatrick. She had a feeling Lady Kirkpatrick was more dangerous than whatever was in the other carriage.

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Docks - The Ferry
Skills: N/A

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Josephine's words had stuck with Nora, the quiet mathematician contemplating them on the journey to the docks. She tried picturing a dream for herself - some sort of worthy cause for her time - yet she continually felt that she had fallen short. Did she want to be a clerk? Did she want to be in Egypt? Desire had been ridiculed as too strong an emotion by her mother - at first, due to fear that she would die if she became too emotional with her illness, and then at last, due to the British ton's emphasis on politeness and appearances.

By the time that they arrived at the docks, Nora had concluded that there was perhaps a single dream worthy of her time: to live. It was simple, yet she figured there was no shame in starting small - to go from the passive to the active. She followed Lady Munn up the gangplank, avoiding the loudmouthed woman, Mosi. She truly did detest her and would not have been taken aback if Mosi were to fall overboard on this trip. Her disgraceful and disrespectful treatment of Neema's death...It still had Nora shaken.

She attempted to distract herself with thoughts on Lady Munn's explanation about Bubastis. Cats were continuously popping up over and over again, yet that was to be expected - all the signs were pointing towards Bast. However, what she could not yet deduce was why, if Bast and Set were mortal enemies, those branded by Set were with them on this venture? If Neema was right - and Nora assumed that she spoke the truth - then those branded were supposed to protect the Bastet...Was one of their number the Set, then, for those with the other brands to guard?

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Gene Benaszewski

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Location: Docks - The Ferry
Skills: N/A

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Gene smirked at George a bit, pleased to see the surprised expression on his face - or at least, the remaining portions of it. "Now, is that any way to greet your twin sister, Georgie?" she asked him, her dark brown eyes staring into his hazel eye. She took in a breath of the air, glancing around at the bustling docks. It was busier than she had expected and it thrilled her. For the last few months, she could have sworn she had been surrounded by toddlers and while she was a nurse, her patience was very much limited. A few of them she had wanted to send to the madhouse - permanently.

She pulled out a piece of candy from her pocket and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. She always had a terrible sweet tooth, no matter what age she was. It wasn't a habit she'd grow out of anytime soon. "Little brother, I have loads to tell you and luckily, I've got a ticket for the same ship as you. So we'll have plenty of quality time to spend together catching up." As light as her tone might have seemed, the slight force and urgency in her words - actually giving a time and place for a talk - would clue George into the fact that she really did need to speak to him about something important. She glanced around once more, wishing that she had the time to go and get a trinket of some sort. She really did love collecting them.

"Do I get a hug or are we still estranged from one another?" Gene quipped, finally letting him get a word in.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@mnkee Much better!

Darke Name: Natsirt
Residence: Palace - Fourth Bedroom, Third Corridor Off the Long Walk

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@mnkee Okay, here are my comments....

• His name - so he wouldn't actually have a middle name, being from the Land of Long Nights. His name would just be Tristan Alvissen. The name Tristan would be very unusual for the Royal Family, since that name is Celtic - and honestly fits in better with the Castle - but you can keep it as Tristan as long as why he has such an odd name is explained in his history.
• Since he's 15, I'm going to veto Ax Fighting. General Fighting and Sword Fighting is enough.
• Falconry - the ability to hunt wild animals in their natural state and habitat by means of a trained bird of prey.
• The gift for Princess Luna needs to be specified in his possessions
• Get rid of the axe - that's already a lot of heavy stuff on him
• In residence, the other gift for Luna needs to be specified
• Get rid of the battle axes
• In his history, all of the references to knights and squires...The Land of Long Nights wouldn't have that sort of system. They would have members of the palace guard and then warriors. Since remember....vikings. (Think the Marvel Thor films if that helps)
• In his history, you mention addressing the fort - he can have had to address his father, King Alvis, or the Council of Elders - basically his dad's top warriors and advisors

Experiment X

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Ellie Theriot

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Location: Xavier's Home

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Ellie noticed Miranda giving her a glare, causing her to smirk in amusement. She was pretty certain that Miranda had been checking Erik out ever since they'd gotten there, but even if she wasn't, it was too good a source to tease her about. Of those she had met in this program, Myth had to be her favorite so far. And Charles - mostly because he made the most adorable faces when she threw rocks at his windows. He got all frustrated and flustered, not knowing how to handle the situation.

"Sounds a bit Star Wars to me, but why not, let's hologram it up," Ellie said with a shrug. Her stomach rumbled and she glanced around, trying to see if there was any food in their general vicinity. It occurred to her that she hadn't exactly eaten yet that day. And it didn't involve reading, meaning she wouldn't have to explain to anyone that she didn't actually know how to read English. She could pick out a few common words, but that was it. All of the reading she had done growing up had been in French.

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

Gene Benaszewski

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Gene Benaszewski

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Character Summary

Name: Gene Marycha Benaszewski
Aliases: Genie
Age: 27
Birthday: November 11th, 1896
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Birth Place: Plover, Wisconsin
Residence: Ferry Boat
How Long In Cairo: One week
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Nurse
Languages: English

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Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Dark Brown: Round
Hair: Rich Warm Brown, Soft and Curly, Shoulder Length
Skin Tone: Peach (Cool Undertones)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Thin Lengthy Scar on Upper Left Arm
Personal Style: Gene loves to dress in what she thinks of as "themes." Sometimes, this will be a monochrome theme, with various patterns of black and white on her skirt - or perhaps a plain skirt and a pattern on the blouse. At other times, it's wearing a splash of color against an otherwise unassuming outfit. No matter what, there's always some sort of internal consistency to her dress. She likes to wear her hair down, enjoying being able to shake it out and tug on it as she thinks. A skirt-blouse combo is much preferred to a dress, yet she doesn't find dresses to be awful - they mostly irritate her if she feels like they're clinging to her skin. And no matter what, she'll keep the scar on her arm covered up. It's not something she wants to show off.

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Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Gene is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future. She is also a rather curious person. For example, she loves reading accounts of supposedly haunted places. Conspiracy theories similarly interest her. While they rarely ever directly impact her, there's something whimsical about them that she just adores.

Habits:

• Shuffling a deck of cards
• Whistling

Hobbies:

• Poker
• Reading (Horror/Science Fiction preferred)
• Painting

Fears:

• Sexual assault
• Losing a family member
• Geological Disaster

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Pranks
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Being underestimated
• Restrictive dresses
• Ham
• Entitlement
• Early mornings

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Psychophysics
• Counterfactual History
• Bicycles
• Quick Study
• X-Ray

Combat Skills:

• Bow
• Breakaway
• Spear

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pleated black and white skirt, grey blazer, black blouse, black stockings, black walking shoes
• Purse/Wallet - Passport, ID, photograph of her and her brother, room key, $400 U.S.
• Deck of Tarot Cards (image)
• Eihwaz Rune Pendant
• Wrapped Candy
• Pocket Knife
• Box of Matches

Residence:

• Change of clothing
• Basic medical supply kit
• W. Butcher & Sons Cameo (1915)
• Film
• The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells

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History

What Brings You To Cairo: Her brother. Gene has been searching for him for a while and she found out that he had fallen in with the wrong sort, with them sending him to Egypt to make a move. Tacking what funds she had, she purchased herself a trip to Cairo, intending on tracking him down and breaking some relatively important news to him. She'd rather he hear this from her than anyone else. And besides, a good friend of hers - practically a brother - recommended she take a trip anyways.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: The beginning of Gene's life was relatively uneventful. She grew up on a small farm in Wisconsin alongside her twin brother, George. While things were never easy and times could be tough, it was a happy childhood nonetheless. She'd help out around the house and the farms, doing the chores deemed to be more proper for girls, and was able to go to school to learn to read and write.

When her brother left for the war, it was just Gene and their parents on the farm. She worried about him dearly, picking up tarot card reading as a way to reassure herself that he'd be safe - as if the cards could tell her what was happening to her twin miles away. There were things that she wished she could have told him while he was away - harrowing experiences of her own, ones that she had no doubt would've filled him with a righteous fury.

But when he returned home, his face marred, Gene mentioned none of it and instead nursed her twin brother back to health. She had been learning nursing in an attempt to make a life for herself beyond the farm in rural Wisconsin and her brother's injuries were a steep learning curve, but she picked up a lot regardless. And as suddenly as he returned to them, George left. He never really had returned the same from the war - he was distant.

Eventually, feeling restless and sick of life on the farm, Gene left as well, fulfilling her goal of becoming a nurse at a veteran's hospital. It was a way to feel close to her twin, even as they were separated once more.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: So far, Gene has mostly been checking out various locations and asking around for word about her brother. With his disfigurement, he tends to stand out and she's been using that to her advantage in finding him. Hopefully she can find him quickly - being alone in a strange foreign city, looking as small and defenseless as she does, can be a bit of a nerve-wracking experience.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Just because something isn't in the cards doesn't mean it cannot one day be."
Theme Song: Crystal Ball by Emil & Friends
Anything Else: Isis; Soulless Regency
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Relations

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The Notebook

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Gene Benaszewski

"I am more than you'll ever know."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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❦ George Benaszewski ❦
"My twin brother."

Gene and George grew up together and before he left to the war, Gene felt they had that twin telepathy, to be able to communicate nonverbally and understand one another. That all changed when he returned - maybe they can set things right this time, after spending time apart. At any rate, she has some things to tell him and he's going to listen - even if he is half a foot taller than her and twice her weight.

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Lord Carnarvon And The Udjtat

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Sidewalk Across the Border
Skills: N/A

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Cecily relaxed slightly, until Roy added on the: as long as you think you are. She honestly didn't know what to think. Maybe the line was secure. Maybe someone had grabbed her phone in the middle of the night and tapped it. She didn't even have an idea of how phone tapping worked - but she was all alone across the border barely, having what she realized was a long put off mental breakdown over all of this craziness. "I....I said I'd go to...to...." she bit her lip, trying to think of a codename for Chicago. "to Ferris Bueller's h-h-h-house...."

She took another deep breath, her chin wobbling. The harder she tried not to cry and lose it, the more impossible it seemed to become. Natasha had just died in front of her. And she couldn't even begin to comprehend what she had meant by two and lied. "I-I-I'm really scared, Logan..." she then whispered. "I-I-I-I f-feel like someone's going to put a bullet in my brain next....th-that I'll be the next body to d-d-drop..." She took another breath, before she couldn't take it anymore and she just started to cry. No one had ever told her that getting into forensics could be this dangerous. "....I-I don't w-w-want to die..."

Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: The Fuzz

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Scott raised an eyebrow, looking at Olivia. "What makes ya think I'm guilty?" he asked, crossing his arms as he looked at her. It seemed a bit random to him for this stranger to automatically suspect that he was lying to the police. He then sighed, getting another glass of water and draining it. He didn't expect that the cops would come back, but if they did, he'd tell them the same story again. He stared at Olivia, listening to her explanations - that she'd seen this happen before and that she was a medical examiner.

"Seattle," he answered gruffly. He figured he might as well tell her that much, but he wasn't exactly thrilled at having a ghostly visitor. This was going to start interfering with his work if members of local law enforcement were going to start showing up hovering over his shoulder. "You got a name Blondie?" he then asked her.