Morose

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
Skills: N/A

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Cecily nodded, her face paling a bit as Gavin confirmed her suspicions. Juno wasn't just a Justice problem - they were an everywhere problem. It couldn't help but make her wonder if they had somehow had a hand in Natasha's death - yet she couldn't think of how that would be possible. Unless she got test results back on Natasha and found out her cause of death from those experienced in autopsies, she only had her suspicions and what she knew as a forensic tech. Forensic techs rarely dealt with the body itself - instead being handed off pieces to run analysis on such as a blood sample.

"Natasha...She shouldn't have been flying to Mexico and then driving to Texas in the first place if it wasn't for me," Cecily said softly. She then tapped near her bullet injury. "...She was taking care of me...And if she hadn't been doing that, she would have been at the morgue or the hospital - where people could've done more to help her than let her die on the sidewalk all alone...." Cecily's eyes started to water and she looked down. "I-I-I told her to get out...They killed my boss too..." She couldn't help but feel that Wallace's death was her fault in that moment too.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Stark Tower: the Quinjet

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Guin glanced up, spotting Future Carolina leaning against the side of the quinjet on the ramp. She was used to people making that sort of implication with her and Pietro - but this was Muscles. He was Pietro just...older. Despite his reassurances that things were going to be fine, she was filled with a sense of complete dread. Muscles was grinning at Future Carolina and Guin turned her attention back to the controls, having the quinjet's launch sequence all but prepped. There were a few parts that needed to wait until everyone was on the jet, but they'd take a few seconds at most.

"We can take off once everyone is onboard," Guin said softly. She took a slight breath, wishing that Pietro was there with her - her Pietro. She liked Muscles but...the age gap between them felt weird. And she couldn't even tell if he loved her or not - or if to him, it was like looking at a video of his wife from ten years ago. P-P-Pietro? she tried tentatively.

"Yeah? What is it?" came his response.

....Are you okay? Guin thought back to him, gripping the console in front of her a bit to steady herself. There was a weird surreal quality to this entire conversation and she was already an anxious mess over what they were about to go do. "...Yeah. What's wrong?" I'm scared. Really scared. "...It'll be okay Guina..." What if you die? "I'm not going to." You don't know that....What if Allison and Lance and Ayita and all die too... "Actually I'd be more worried about Dean right now.... But at least his powers are working in his favor, so the bleeding seems to be slowing down..."

"D-D-D-Dean is bleeding out," Guin stammered to those in the quinjet. She was getting a bit of a headache. ...I don't want you to die....or anyone...

"Wait, what?" Future Pietro asked her. "Hey, we've got young Thalia who looks just like the older one with us! Though she does look a little beaten up and I'm pretty sure her wings aren't working... But she managed to focus her powers enough to stabilize Richard since he had gotten shot and his powers weren't working, she might be able to do that again..."

"Shrimpy t-t-told me..."

"...Shrimpy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked like he was trying not to laugh.

So? Pietro, this is very bad! We aren't changing the future for the better! We should have just gone underground and lived in the sewers....But now you're locked up in a cell and I'm going to lose you and I-I-I... Guin shut her eyes very tightly. "You won't lose me! Besides! As I said, we've got a dragon person here with us who despite inhibitors can still use her powers somewhat. So I think we'll live!" Guin bit her lip, crying silently. Then why did people die in the future? "Uh... I think that was because the person with time shenanigans didn't show up for a while, and have you tried being in several places at once? I have, and it sucks and wears you out really quickly." ...I love you... "I love you too, now don't worry, everything will work out okay..."

Guin took a shaky breath, drying her eyes. "People need to hurry up and get on the plane..." she mumbled. I love you more... "I love you more!" Guin giggled slightly, before realizing she never answered Muscles. "...He just said he loves me more."

"Of course he did... Did he say anything else that might be useful?"

"Um.....Thalia is there...And she healed Richard....." I love you a thousand times more.

"...That wasn't supposed to happen..." "Nope, I love you more."

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Folly Valeska

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Location: Stark Tower: Medical ---> the Quinjet

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Despite everyone believing they'd all make it out alive, Folly was certain that would not be the case. They were taking on an O.M.E.N. facility with a fraction of the full team. It didn't matter if she knew the future or not anymore - she knew statistics and odds. The others couldn't heal the way that she could. They were all risking their lives and she wondered if they even fully realized the gamble that they were making yet.

Damon stalked ahead of the others, heading onto the quinjet and he took a seat. He felt restless and his tattoos were pushing up against his skin, wanting to be at the facility already so he could go and protect Ayita. Though had it been any other situation, he wouldn't have thought her to be one that needed protection. Others needed protection from her. She could - as much as he hated to dwell on it - be feral at times. "Do we have a plan for when we arrive at the facility?" Damon asked. Folly took a seat across from him, shrugging.

"Don't die seems to be the plan. "

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Dean Kesseli

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

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Dean could hear Richard making threats and if he felt that he had more energy, he might have pointed out that he already was within an inch of his life - or maybe even a centimeter. As for explaining prom, he felt that Richard could explain it fairly well - maybe with the help of the cast of high school musical but..."Wait, also...Find my sister...Max..." he mumbled. He wasn't talking about his adoptive family - he was talking about his biological sibling. The very same Max that was Lizzie's adoptive sibling, in fact, was Dean's sister.

He barely registered the agents lowering their weapons, but was able to have a few coherent thoughts about how pretty Allison was like this - with the gun aimed at the mutant hating agents. He didn't know if he had ever seen anyone prettier before in his life and he wasn't aware of the fact that the bleeding had slowed in his wound. No, he just knew he was in pain and that while he was conscious, his eyes felt like they would close at any second. "Go Allison go..." he mumbled, thinking that he was trying to get up but in reality, his hands were just twitching slightly.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Newnan

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Location: Headland: E. Main Street (E7 - Station Wagon Back Seat Driver's Side)
Skills: Russian

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Jack had major Baby Vision and it probably was for the best that Tatiana ended up taking the lead. He then looked at Ash, taking in his request for a moment. But it was almost like it was background noise - not quite, he could focus on him, but his attention was really on Jamie. He then nodded at Ash, trying to make himself focus. There was a protective and almost jealous stirring he felt as Ash told Jamie that as long as he was around, he'd be fine. But Jack was the father, not Ash.

It was a good thing that Jamie was far too adorable and Jack was way too happy for him to be angry with Ash. "Sorry, Ash, my head is....wow, my head is," Jack explained, not really finishing his sentence. "Скажи дада Джейми," Jack whispered, asking his baby to say dada, Jamie! in Russian. He figured that Tatiana had to be speaking Russian and English to the little guy. Maybe Russian more so than English and it'd cause the little guy to be able to respond to him. Of course, the worry about a tornado coming to get them was filling his mind as well - but also, he couldn't help but fawn over his baby. He was more beautiful than Jack could have imagined.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Quincy: Inside House (D8)
Skills: N/A

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Beatrice glanced at Manny. As much as she enjoyed casual flirting...She knew that Thalia was just making quips and didn't much feel like continuing to participate. She had played the role of dominatrix and hadn't even received payment for it. "We can't move until Navy returns," Beatrice told Manny. "Our best move is to fortify here and wait until she returns. If she isn't back by morning, we reevaluate." As they worked together, putting blankets and mattresses in order to fortify, Beatrice was thinking. If they were down Navy - which she doubted, it was too early to be worried yet - then this group would have a lot of dead weight in it for a while.

This used to be the time where she'd slip out in the middle of the night and never return - when the benefits of being in a group were outweighed by the detriments. She had returned to her earlier position, continuing to just think in silence for a moment, before Thalia's antics while high caught her attention. She hated drug addicts and had a strong aversion to drugs. Ryan perhaps had been the only friend of hers that she had turned a blind eye to those vices. "Don't call me sweetie," Beatrice told Thalia, picking up the can that Thana had found for Thalia and she set it next to Thalia's face.

"Alex, toss me a water?" she then asked. It was way too damn hot in there.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Professor Walnut

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Walnut looked at Titian for a moment, considering his words. There was something dark and sinister that she felt for a moment, at the notion that the snow would not just overwhelm one's person but drown them. Altogether, there were worse ways to meet one's end. The irritating woman from earlier had experienced one of them, shot into the sky by her own chair and then smashed into the ground below. Walnut had little doubt that the woman would have greatly preferred to be drowned by snow as an alternative demise.

As they entered the ballroom, Walnut followed after Titian as he opened the door, she noticed the palpable drop in temperature. Was that its intended purpose - to force couples to dance closely? She felt the cold as if it crawled up her skin, her pale and delicate features easily revealing her body's response to just about any change in temperature. "Curious...for a family of such apparent wealth to have a room without a fireplace for warmth," Walnut mused. "Perhaps this is where the cold and not the snow truly drowns you..."

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: The Ferry - Main Deck (Lounge) --> the Stairs --> the Second Deck
Skills: N/A

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"As am I," Nora told Lady Munn, once Vera explained that her room was on the elite deck. "Of course, I do not mind at all...There is no reason why we should not eat with the others." Of course, she was hopeful that Mosi would be absent from the meal. She had half a mind to turn her head the other way should Mosi fall overboard. After her callous treatment of Neema's death...Somethings were just unforgivable and despite Nora's calm and collected nature, Mosi had managed to inspire true anger and spite in her.

She made her way into the queue along with Lady Munn, noting the way Lady Munn looked down - perhaps content or ashamed. There were others in the line as well and Nora was thankful that it was moving quickly. She wanted to see to her rooms before heading to dinner. There was always just something relaxing about seeing where one would sleep before evening truly fell - a learned behavior that Nora could not truthfully explain. Once up to the second deck, Nora then made her way for the next queue and check point, wishing to move to the elite deck quickly.

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Gene Benaszewski

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Location: The Ferry - Second Deck ---> Cabins
Skills: N/A

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Gene could hardly contain her glee at that particular bit of phrasing, once their tickets were checked and they headed up to the second deck. "Oh, I am more than certain that you are her personal hand," Gene snickered, looking at her brother. She knew that time wasn't on his side, but she couldn't help but tease him playfully about his crush. It was cute, seeing him attracted to another person. There wasn't much that she could do about the time factor - well, there was one thing but the odds of that happening were close to zero. "Come on then," she added once more.

Gene had spent enough of her life wandering around to typically have a good sense as to where exactly she was going. She glanced at her ticket once more, before she set off to her room, dragging her brother along with her. They had a lot to discuss before dinner and she didn't want to miss what was typically the best meal of the trip - or so she had been told. "I hope they'll have pudding..." she then mused, half to her brother and half to herself.

Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Olivia

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"Yeah, like you'd be the first medical examiner in history to commit murder - and last I checked, medical examiners don't get access to each other's information that quickly and easily," Scott said. The more he talked to Olivia, the less he trusted her. Everything she said seemed to be a purely circumstantial alibi. And the more they talked, the less he wanted to go anywhere near any location that she suggested. "And what does any fucked up killer have to gain? Your healing factor is all the more reason to suspect you - you'll win any fight since you can out heal them."

He stared at her for a moment, before getting himself yet another glass of water. He was perpetually thirsty and he preferred to glare at her while drinking water, as if that would somehow get her out of his head and out of his apartment. When she accused him of being the killer, Scott shrugged a bit, setting down the glass before he could drink any water. His liver was thankful it wasn't more booze. "Bitch, I might be," he agreed. "And trust me, if I was the killer, I'd start with the twink."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Carlisle (F8 --> borderline between F8 and F7)
Skills: Nakai, Pavati

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She noted slightly Mary's continued difficulties with her ryne, as the Soulless continued to come closer and closer. They seemed to be huddling around Mary and Virginia assumed it was due to her open wound. Rynes craved blood - something that Virginia could understand. Having cut herself once by accident in the laboratory - a minor wound - she had tasted the coppery blood that came from the minor cut. Some enjoyed wine - why was it then so strange to think that a ryne would crave blood? To each their own.

She kept her mind focused and moved towards a ryne, attempting to prevent a hoarde from forming around Mary as the rynes detected the fresh blood. With her axe, she swung and tried to relieve it of its head, only for the ryne to dodge. Trying again, it was once more a failure and she could not announce the elimination of another threat. It was worrisome, how close the rynes were and with Mary's wound, especially given the fact that Mary's own ryne was proving a formidable threat Virginia assumed, as it had not yet fallen to Mary's blade.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage (K22)
Skills: N/A

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Maeve hated to part from her child, yet she knew that it was for the best. This was no place for Roisin and she trusted the Father to take good care of her daughter. His reassurances did help and Maeve did not feel the need to inform him that if any danger came to Roisin, she would have to confess later on to brutally killing the man responsible for Roisin's safety. Looking at her daughter, Maeve gave Roisin a smile before she began to sign to her: I love you so much, my little rose. I am so excited for you - you are going to love Rome and one day, you can tell Mommy all about it. Be brave and strong, okay love? This isn't goodbye forever - just for now.

She then gave Roisin a quick hug, before readying herself with her shillelagh. The rynes didn't seem to be blocking off all methods of escape, but if there was a question as to whether the Father and Roisin could safely leave, Maeve would use her trained skills and call for the mist to provide them cover. For now, she was ready to stand and fight with the others - as well as attempt to keep her mind from how much more attractive Calum was with this almost dark and intoxicating confidence.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - the Gate
Skills: N/A

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Andromeda nodded, giving Samson a slight smile as well. She felt an odd twinge in her stomach, realizing that these were essentially carnies about to set up a carnival. She had died at a circus - one that was billed not all too differently from this. As much as she had thought she had moved past her previous life, she still could not help but see connections and similarities. It was worrisome. The last time she had had trouble…the Destruere showed up. What was to prevent that from happening now?

“It’s nice to meet you as well, sir.” With James coming over and then his hushed words, Andromeda felt a pang of guilt for a moment. Had the Destruere taken Alicia? Was her ties to her previous timeline continuing to interfere and cause trouble? No, it couldn’t be that….or could it be? She hardly knew how the world worked. She wasn’t even a proper toddler yet, age wise. She still didn’t know what she wanted to do, as the vehicles passed by.

“…I might catch up with you,” she finally said, trying to take a deep breath and not freak out, yet she couldn’t help but feel her thoughts drawn to the final hours of her life - of trying to track down that demon and set a trap for it at the circus, only for time itself to shatter and her life force to be used as a pathetic excuse for a battery…

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
Skills: N/A

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Cecily's blood ran ice cold as he nodded, laughing as he confirmed that he had a branding. She was about to scream the equivalent of STRANGER DANGER! when he revealed the brand and she felt the wind knocked back into her body. It wasn't a male symbol. He wasn't a member of the servant class or whatever they were to the higher up female members. She noted the repetition of his surname - and figured that his family must have founded the town way back then. Either that or they found out their was a town with their surname and decided that they just had to move there.

"Do they know about you?" Cecily then asked, looking at him. "...I don't want another person to die because of me..." she then said quietly, turning her gaze as she looked down. She had told Natasha to get out. She had warned her. And Natasha died anyways. It didn't matter that it was natural causes - it was Cecily's fault that she ended up dying on the ground barely across the border, rather than being in a nice hospital somewhere where a doctor could see to her immediately. "If you aren't already in this mess...then I don't want you here, regardless as to who you promised to do a favor for."

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: the Silver Mine

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Jenna came out on the other side, scrambling to her feet as she brushed a bit of dust/dirt/powdery substance off of her knees. She glanced around, noticing that the demonic child was gone and there were three paths presented to her. She didn't like a small demonic child laughing and telling her to pick a path. That was playing by the demon's rules and she was confident that was about the opposite of what she was supposed to do. She then smiled slightly as Lydia came with her.

"Well...We could pick a path, but that's just playing by this thing's rules. And I am certain that if we want to find Riley, we're not going to want to play along too much," Jenna reasoned. "I've also watched enough horror movies to know....that if you're coming with me, we should stay together. And most people will choose the right or the center when presented with options so...."

Jenna then picked the left path, heading down it.