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STATUS: Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about! 1 yr ago
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1 yr ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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1 yr ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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4 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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Future Projects:
  • Star Wars: Rise of the Empire

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Most Recent Posts

In πŸ¦„ Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gene Benaszewski
Location: The Ferry - Sun Deck -> Elite Deck -> Second Deck
Skills: N/A
Gene rolled her eyes a bit as her ticket was checked going down, making sure that she kept pace with the Lord Major. It was hardly hard in her opinion, given how old the man was (or how young, perhaps?) She fell slightly behind him, mostly because she was curious to see how slowly she could walk and match his pace. George was fine, she knew that in her heart - and Vera seemed to be a clumsy walking disaster. She wouldn't be too terribly shocked if Vera eventually managed to sink the entire ship. "Has Vera always been so... Vera?" Gene wondered aloud.

Was she addressing Lord Major? Maybe. She was behind him as he sped through the checkpoints and stairs, becoming about one flight behind but she wasn't too concerned about it. One of her best friends had taught her that it was okay to take things slow. Mostly, however, Gene's attitude was because she herself wasn't too fussed at the moment. If she had been, she would have sped past the Lord Major and been flying down the flights of stairs at top speed.
Nora Kingston
Location: The Ferry Elite Deck - Second Deck -> Lower Deck -> Cargo
Skills: N/A
Nora had followed Lauren, presenting her ticket at the proper time and she couldn't help but continue to think about all of the tragedies that had befallen this Fellowship. They had experienced death - poor Neema, for instance... Nora's eyes watered ever so slightly at the thought. Lady Munn had fallen overboard and her notes had been stolen. It was as if the so called curse was real and present, conspiring against them from coming to the bottom of this mystery. The brand on her hand was a reminder of it, one that she would have for the rest of her life.

"Lady Munn - is there anything we can do for you?" Nora asked quietly. She wasn't one to talk unless she was spoken to, but this was important. Their friend had fallen into the Nile and had nearly been taken out by a lifeboat. However, she then learned that Mahendra had fallen into the Nile for a similar reason - clumsiness. She bit her lip slightly at that realization. Were they cursed or was the Fellowship just horribly uncoordinated?
In πŸ¦„ Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Virginia Crypt
Location: Carlisle
Skills: N/A
Virginia listened to his words, absorbing the information diligently. Some of those stories were dismissed as just myth and legend, but she was raised to always be open to them. More often than not, they contained some piece of truth. Some of them were made up, of course, yet there were always going to be frauds. This tale she felt in her soul to be true. The legend reminded her of Millicent in many ways. She wished to save her sisters from the men of this society - yet Virginia could not help but wonder if there was a cliff suitable for Millicent to fling herself and Emma off of, in order to escape a fate so cruel...

"Where is Bubastis? Does it still stand?" Virginia inquired as they walked. It was a bit disappointing to hear that not much was known about her after she became a goddess, but that was the way with myths. They always left Virginia wanting to learn more. Perhaps she could visit Bubastis if she had the opportunity. The name struck her as odd, but Europe was a strange place and she truthfully had little idea based on the name where it would be located.

Mary would have enjoyed this talk about myths and legends and gods, Virginia realized a bit sadly.
Maeve Brennan
Location: House Kirkpatrick
Skills: N/A
Maeve was a bit shocked by Millicent's outburst - yet she also felt incredibly disappointed by it. With the pride and fury in Millicent's voice, she had expected more than that. Insults and such were fun, but attacking Lady Kirkpatrick's dryness was terribly obvious. There weren't any points for creativity being afforded by Maeve to her. And certainly, Maeve could understand making sacrifices for another... but sacrifices were only worthy if they were effective. She hoped for her sister's sake, the sacrifice would be.

"Lady Kirkpatrick might be able ter 'elp you more than a marriage could - might be useful informashun for ya," Maeve told Millicent quietly, before she got down from the carriage and walked after her employer. She didn't dare look up to see the body of Calum on the roof. The fantasies that perhaps they could have had something romantic between them had to be forgotten and buried. She needed to remember that she was here for Roisin, not to find true love or anything like that.

At any rate, she was back on the clock so to speak. She had her own job to take care of.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@KazAlkemi
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 8:00 PM
@KazAlkemi@Nallore@LadyRunic: ~feel free to proceed, dice have ruled that you are all in the clear~

@LadyRunic: ~will update here once Rhys is posted for~

@mnkee@BlueSky44: Out in the courtyard, the wizard called Rainbrook was sitting in the middle, pouring over some notes in a journal. He looked to be a little pale and sickly, looking around nervously and then at his hands. They seemed to be turning transparent, as if he was slowly fading away. Tristan would be able to spot him from where he was and as for Thalia and Zekarra, they'd be able to spot Rainbrook through one of the windows in the corridor.

@LadyRunic@mnkee: Navi looked up at Lyra, rolling her eyes at her. She was the daughter of some of the Young Army Commanders and thanks to the diverse background of the Young Army, she knew plenty when it came to death. It was celebrated in some places. "Lots of people celebrate death, silly!" Navi said, twirling around with her fairy wings again. "There's entire feast days! I love the feast days! So much food, music, celebration, honoring those who died for the army! It's fantastic!"

However, she then looked at Lyra and wrinkled her nose. "I bet a wolverine would eat you!" she giggled.

@FantasyChic: Wanda nodded, giving Fleur a smile. She really did enjoy her company. "You strike me as very confident and capable - not very many are," she lamented. In her own time, Wanda was one of the more formidable users of magic. There were so many who only scratched the surface of what was possible, so it was refreshing to see someone like Fleur. As they continued to walk down the Witch's Road, time would seem to hold still.

Eventually, the path darkened considerably. "Our first task," Wanda murmured. She held out her hand and red energy seemed to swirl around it, illuminating ghouls that looked like gelatinous blobs. "Between the two of us, we should make quick work of these."


Arya Rincewind
Location: The Palace - the Library
Arya took a breath and Rowland was about to intervene, but she raised her hand and cut him off. "Rowland, I can handle this," she told him calmly. Arya had not grown up in the most stable of environments. Her parents constantly fought, screaming at each other whenever her father came home drunk. Her mother taught Arya to become perfect - to always be calm and rational and to avoid emotional outbursts. Rowland hesitated for a moment, nodding at Arya as he left the room and went to search for his sister.

Arya then looked at Cuyler, her mind whizzing as she thought of a thousand possible things she could say to him. However, his words broke her heart and it was taking all of her strength to not explode. She took a shaky breath, her hands quivering slightly until she neatly folded them and forced them to stay still. If she could control her body, then she could control her feelings and emotions. "I made a vow to the Castle, Cuyler," Arya said, breaking the silence. "To protect it from harm no matter the cost; to sacrifice personal pleasure and luxury so that it may thrive; to give up myself, body, spirit, and soul if so required."

"I never put you second, Cuyler," she told him. Her hands felt cold. "I place myself second because it is my duty!" She took a breath, setting aside the books she had been studying. "Do you think so little of me that I would somehow would treat you differently from this increased status - that you are the son of what you call a god?"

"I love you for you, Cuyler - not because of who your family is or because of what power you wield or what line of nobility you are from. If such things matter to you, then I suppose you would be horrified to know that I am the daughter of a failed Sub-Wizard - a drunkard - and a prideful Alchemist."

She passed back and forth slightly across the room, thinking still. She normally liked to have time to prepare her thoughts and collect them. Instead, this was all raw. Her heart ached and she was a least moderately upset that they were in a library of all places having this conversation. They were supposed to be a place of solace and refuge. "I really hope you find what you're looking for, Cuyler."

"Perhaps you'll be better served with a woman of high standing and nobility to befit your powers and need to control those you love." A tear fell from her eyes and slid down her face.
Myrus Silvers
Location: The Palace Boat Launch
Myrus gave Luna a slight smile. He didn't really know what he had in mind with Luna exactly, but then as he looked out into the water, an idea came to him. Maybe if Luna liked the idea, they could talk to Valda about it and put it into action. Their lives were all about politics - as much as they ruled the Castle, they were essentially servants to it and its people. "It's nice to meet you, Lennox," Myrus said with a smile, acting more and more like his old self.

He had studied a lot of the legends of the Land of Long Nights, in search of an escape and comfort. But what had his dream always been? It was to sail the open sea, to discover new and exciting things, to feel his blood pump in his veins. Myrus didn't want to rule the Castle or to be eventually married off to some adjacent kingdom as a result of a treaty. He didn't want that for his sisters either. It had taken him a bit to realize it, but Valda had likely been better off in the woods with the witches.

"Amarantha, could I have a moment alone with my sister?" Myrus asked. He didn't want to tell anyone else of his plans. And then, whether Amarantha moved away or not, he leaned in and whispered in Luna's ear. "Let's run away... We can board a ship and leave the Castle far behind. Me, you, and Valda," he proposed. His voice was so quiet that only Luna would be able to hear him - not Amarantha or Lennox or anyone else.

"You don't have to answer now, just... just think about it, okay?"
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Wizard Tower - the Great Hall
Antonije slowly came to his senses, finding himself standing outside of the barricaded door. He blinked a bit, incredibly confused as to what had happened. Using his telepathy, he quickly tapped into Sylvi's mind and reviewed her memories of what had happened. He couldn't help but turn bright red, witnessing the way he had been behaving. It was almost carnal, animalistic... Sorry... he whispered into her mind, moving things out of the way so she could leave the closet.

Marya and Medea looked at Bruce and Lance defiantly. One could practically see a realization on how to get away with this dawn on Marya's face as she smirked at her adoptive grandfather and adoptive father. "What pranks?" Marya asked, doing her best to sound pitiful as she purposefully coughed. "We can't do anything. We're too sick." She then sniffed loudly for added effect, trying her best not to giggle throughout this little stunt. "Also what do you mean by serious trouble? Constance would lock us underneath a cabinet or something so... you kinda have to learn to beat that."

Runa looked at Myth, a bit perplexed by her words. "People need to stop taking Forseti so seriously... We hardly ever come down and smite people. If it happens, it was most likely some sort of accident," she clarified. Forseti was the son of Baldur and was known as a God of Justice and Retribution. Some people thought he was responsible for Reconciliation as well, a fact that made Runa laugh whenever it came up. Her brother had a vengeful streak.

"So really, why are you marrying my nerd of a brother?" Astrid asked Myth, using some 21st century slang she had picked up from her father, Lance.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Bee
Pym Technologies: October 22nd, 2020 - 6:28 P.M.
Seven weeks. Four Days. Two Hours. Twenty Eight Minutes. Eight Seconds.

That was how long it had been since the team, now under the new codename of the Secret Warriors, had been a whole unit. The war between HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. was at a stalemate, with each side holding onto key facilities and largely keeping the public unaware of the conflict. Yet there was a price to all of the constant fighting and secrecy - the agents they had lost were still trapped in the quantum realm. Theresa Sparks and Raynor Blake had been listed as missing at first.

Death certificates were issued three weeks ago. Director Fury spoke at their joint funeral. Theresa had had family and friends in attendance - but the same was not true for Raynor. No matter how hard S.H.I.E.L.D. staff tried, no one was able to reach his family. His empty casket was buried along with the agents lost to HYDRA who were unclaimed - Sparky was buried in Florida.

Luminous had been imprisoned in the Raft, along with Baron von Strucker. Agent Abercrombie tried her very best in the interrogation, but the HYDRA leader hadn't given too much information that S.H.I.E.L.D. could work with. He did however allude to the fact that HYDRA had two more enhanced in the field - the Fenris twins - and that there were still those in S.H.I.E.L.D. loyal to HYDRA and its cause. Tempest had managed to find that most of HYDRA's financial activity seems to now be focused in Germany.

Colonel Rhodes spent a few days in recovery with the team, before he went to stay with his friend, Tony Stark. Every time Sami was mentioned, he seemed a bit freaked out almost, but he never explained what was going on with him. On the bright side, Cass and Harry ended up giving the Playground some much needed upgrades once it was secured, giving the team a place to call home again.
"Dominika - it's good to see you," Hank Pym, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. and owner of the distinguished Pym Industries, greeted her as she came into the room. Her hair was an even darker brown this time and she wore a thick pair of shades. She took them off however, wearing blue contacts - not only did they help with disguises for this unauthorized project she was undertaking, but they blocked out her powers.

"How's Hope?" Novikova asked, pulling two flash drives from her pocket. One of them was labelled as P.H.I.L., Gen III and the other contained the plans for Project Ultron. Although the project was technically Stark Industries property, the idea itself didn't belong to the Starks. Hank Pym had come up with it ages ago and Howard Stark had stolen it from him, claiming credit - and with a final insult, Howard shut the project down. Hank's work would never see the light of day. There had been a brief period in which Howard's son, Tony, had been working on it again with his friend, Banner, but they hadn't managed to get it to work.

"She's good - still with that idiot," Hank mused, taking the devices from Novikova. "Did anyone see you?"

"The Starks were all out for the day," she answered smoothly. "Head of Security - Hogan - was with them as well. I think the CEO too. No one important was home - certainly not the Avengers, they all moved upstate."

"Good, good...Now, how familiar are you with a device owned by the X-Men called Cerebro?"

"We studied it at the academy in one of my courses," Novikova responded calmly. She knew what Hank was getting at, but she decided she'd let him have his moment. He was a legend in her field of work and when she came across this idea of his, she couldn't pass it up. It was a concrete way to save their people from a fate worse than death. The rest of S.H.I.E.L.D. was too busy fighting HYDRA to care or even wonder if it was possible they could have survived.

"I think that we can exploit your mutation to get a message through to them - and if you can get me the coordinates before the probability fields change alignment, we can use Ultron for its true purpose. The damned Starks wasted it, claiming it could be a peacekeeping protocol...But the original idea behind Ultron was in order to probe the quantum realm - to tunnel into it and collect data and information about the microverse."

"Assuming the probability fields don't collapse when we observe them," Novikova pointed out. Quantum things had a nasty habit of vanishing as soon as they were seen. The entire realm was a universe filled with ghostly action, violating the laws of locality and every scientific principle that had been established in classical physics.

"My hypothesis is that if you yourself are on that quantum scale, your observations will not cause the collapse of any wavefunction," Pym argued. "Your friends are Schrodinger's cat - we just need to send another cat in to find them."

"Einstein would be rolling in his grave..." Novikova said, eyeing the helmet like device Hank had built. She then nodded and sat down, putting it on her head. "Let's do this, then."
The Quantum Realm: October 24th, 2020 - 1:00 P.M.
It was hard to really keep track of time in the Quantum Realm. Had they been there for weeks? Months? Years? The Wasp had been trapped in the Quantum Realm since the late 70's and she had had no idea that about fifty years had gone by. The world had forgotten her and continued to move on, while she was forced to stay still. She taught Raynor and Sparky how to survive in the Quantum Realm, their minds adapting over time so that way they could function and survive. Did they have food, water, shelter? Not really. But somehow, they managed to survive anyways - the realm sustaining them just as it imprisoned them.

"We need to move," the Wasp told her companions. She frowned. Janet always seemed to have a special sort of sixth sense, telling her when one of the creatures inhabiting the Quantum Realm was near. "Come on, now," the Wasp added.

Raynor was looking a little weaker with each day that passed in the Quantum Realm. He wasn't human - his body was adapting differently. It seemed that humans took to the Quantum Realm better than Asgardians did, as his complexion was like ash. "Come on, Lana," he mumbled to Sparky. He had gotten into a habit of calling her the name at times. He rubbed his wrists, hoping that they wouldn't need to fight. He felt so tired, as if all of his cells were on the point of complete exhaustion, but he wasn't going to tell the others that he was dying.

They had other things to worry about. He gave Sparky a slight smile. "You can zap things."
The Playground - Location Classified: October 24th, 2020 - 1:00 P.M.
Hawkeye was off-site for the day, having a meeting with Fury and other members of S.H.I.E.L.D. leadership in regards to new intel that Agent Renoir had managed to obtain for them. He had asked Agent Abercrombie and Agent Reed to look after the base while he was gone and ensure that no one was going out without a buddy. HYDRA was still a threat, even with their diminished funds, and he didn't want to lose another teammate.

Novikova was in the shooting range, her newly dyed dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wasn't wearing her glasses since it was just her in the room and she held out her hand. Instead of having various pistols by her, Novikova had small little metal rods. She had discovered that not only could she control earth, but she could bend and manipulate metal as well. It was harder considerably and gave her massive headaches, but sometimes it was nice to focus on something entirely.

She tried to summon the rod into her hand, but instead it rolled and fell off of the table. "I should have expected that..." she said with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was in bio-engineering and research. After Tinley had gone through Secondary Terringenesis, and especially given Harry's loss of his hand, she was attempting to study the crystals. She had had them crushed up into a fine powder and kept it inside of a glove box, in order to prevent anyone from coming into contact with them. Slipping her hands into the gloves, she reached into the small fridge and unlocked it, taking out the little jar of fine terrigen powder. "Alright, let's try something new with you today..." Bonnie mumbled, measuring out a little bit.

Putting the main jar back into the fridge, she placed the sample she had taken into the antechamber and shut it. Walking around to the outside opening, she opened the antechamber up and grabbed the powder, before placing the small sample on a microscope slide and she slid it underneath what looked like a glorified microscope. "Raman, come on baby, work with me here..."
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@Bee

Skills
  • Flynn - Fire Manipulation (add to powers), change species to Mutant
  • Novikova - Metal Bending (add to powers)
  • Sparky - Quantum Mechanics (specialty skill) and Norwegian (general skill)
  • Bonnie - Jack of All Trades (Medicine) and Enhanced Surgery (both specialty skills)
  • Raynor - Survival and Knowledge of the Quantum Realm (both general skills)
  • Cass - Enhanced Condition (add to powers)
  • Maria - Regenerative Healing Factor (add to powers)
  • Tempest - Regenerative Healing Factor (add to powers)
  • Tinley - Force Field Generation (add to powers)
  • Niah - Blind Sight (add to powers)
  • Victoria - send me a PM, you need to let me know what you want!
  • Harry - Weapons Design and Materials Engineering (both to specialty skills)

Ages

  • Cass has a birthday! Change her age to 28
  • Maria has a birthday! Change her age to 21
  • Niah has a birthday! Change her age to 23
In The Gifted - Concluded → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192
Washington D.C.: September 7th, 2020 - 2:00 PM
@FantasyChic: Luke grinned at her. "Alright, coffee it is - I s'pose that's an alright substitute, though tea would be better," he told her. His lips were turning a bit blue and he shivered, the temperature dropping severely around the two of them. He looked a bit awkward as he rubbed his hands together for warmth. "Must be a cold spot here or something..."

@FantasyChic: "Anastasia," Reeve Payge, the Black Queen, greeted. She was sitting down on a couch, looking out her window at the gorgeous Washington D.C. skyline. One of her girls - the Frost Triplets - had gone and fetched Anastasia for this special assignment. There were a good dozen or so who lived at this compound full time, yet Reeva was the only member of Hellfire Club leadership who was there all of the time. Emma had her own school to run, Shaw had a company, and Magneto had a terrorist organization that all took up way too much of their time. "Sit down. We have much to discuss..."
Veil
Location: Apartment Complex - Balcony
Skills: N/A
Veil nodded in agreement with Sapphire. "We can't lead them back into the tunnels. If we go for the cars now, there's a chance they'll follow us," she told her team. It was still rather chilly and frigid outside thanks to Sapphire's powers and Veil shivered a bit, hoping to warm up once they got back to the Underground Station. As far as missions went, this one had been more or less typical. They hadn't had a great victory, but they had helped people escape to safety - and that was what the Mutant Underground was all about at the end of the day.

"I don't think the car has snow chains on it - but it is a four wheel drive," Veil then told Sapphire. Colossus knew more about the cars, since he tended to be the one driving between the two of them. Veil wasn't exactly an experienced or licensed driver. Havok and Colossus then ran over to the girls, with the five mutants together once more. All of the purifiers were on them, the remaining guns and weapons drawn and aimed up at them all on the balcony.

"I swear, they never run out of ammo..."
Sunshine
Location: Millennium Plaza - the Sewer
Skills: Survival
If her nickname hadn't been Sunshine, she might have given Grey a case of the measles for that comment. So many people liked to take advantage of the codename and assume that it had to do something with her disposition - it didn't. If she ever woke up feeling cheery and bright, then she most likely had a concussion and would need to be taken to a mutant friendly clinic in the area. "Since my mother abandoned me," Sunshine answered James.

She lead them deeper into the sewers, seemingly knowing her way around. However, after about five or ten minutes, Sunshine stopped and frowned. It looked like they had gone back to where they had started, somehow walking in circles. "That's not possible..." she said, peering around. For a split second, she saw shadows on the walls. She balled up her hands into fists, little wisps of green smoke coming off of them.

"Someone's here with us," she explained to James and Grey. This had never happened before.
In πŸ§šπŸ»β€β™€οΈ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Beatrice Decker
Location: the Bus
Skills: N/A
Beatrice overheard Manny's hope that this wasn't yet another military dictatorship - and she had to hold her tongue. It seemed to be exactly that from what she could tell. The military ran things - if you didn't like it, you left. No one had a right to be in the community and no one's liberties were held above group survival from what she had gathered. It was all about the collective. Newnan had been near that in some ways - but entirely the opposite in others. For instance, she doubted that this place would have taken in Dick. He was a bit of an acquired taste. Some of the things he had said and done... from what Beatrice had herself seen and what she had been told... were a bit hard to swallow. Of course, in Justice, they would have been commonplace and no one would have batted an eye.

Speaking of military, Ash had responded to her news and Beatrice nodded slightly in acknowledgement of his thanks. He referred to our people and staying together - something that didn't sit right with Beatrice. If they were going to integrate into this society, forming cliques inside of it wouldn't help matters. It would just create an us v them mentality - which while Beatrice was fine with on a personal level, she didn't think it was best for the old men and amputees. Creating unneeded division could get them removed from a shelter that would keep them alive.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Beatrice told Ash quietly, before she turned her attention to the man who came onto the bus.
Jack Newnan
Location: the Bus
Skills: N/A
Jack looked at his wife for a moment, before he nodded at her. Times had changed. They had to change with it too.

Jack was a bit wary at first when he saw a Catholic priest board the Bus, but when the man said he could do other services and mentioned Hebrew... His eyes drifted towards Jamie once again. He needed to talk to Tatiana, to ask her if she wanted to raise their son to be Jewish or if she would prefer for him to be agnostic or atheistic or spiritual or Christian or whatever. Regardless of the choice, it needed to be something that the two of them agreed on as parents. They were a team.

The news of quarantine... Admittedly, that probably was something that Newnan could have benefited from. He wondered how many personality issues would have just been caught in quarantine. The mention of illness reminded him for a moment of that one kid with the horrible, chronic asthma - what had his name been, Blue? Cyan? Sky? It was something like that, that's all Jack knew. And then... a school. He smiled slightly, remembering his mother. She had always been so supportive of education. Jamie would be able to get a proper education here.

Hell, maybe Jack would be able to put security work behind him and pick up a U.S. history textbook instead. He started to full on grin at the news of a doctor for Jamie. There was everything here that the world before had had. It was a paradise. "Jack Newnan," Jack said once the Preacher got to him.

"Beatrice Decker," Bea said once it was her turn in a cool and calm voice.
In πŸ¦„ Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Highway to Hell Grimm
Skills: N/A
Cecily thought over Roy's suggestion for a moment. It would clear a lot of things up. Natasha saw a chance to get revenge on her bosses by setting the paranoid temporary medical examiner down the wrong path - a path that would lead to Juno. Cecily would then arrest or try to expose the organization, potentially putting some of them away if she was really lucky for a crime that they hadn't committed. Alicia and Lorna's deaths were ideal choices, too - it involved a paranoid ex-Federale. "That would explain it - Natasha probably saw how paranoid I am, too... That I would be willing to just decide it was Juno and not double check," Cecily said softly.

She felt a bit ashamed at how irrational she had been. She had allowed emotions to interfere with her work - a work that was governed purely by logic. "Maybe Natasha's death wasn't natural causes then... Someone in Juno knew she had betrayed them... So they went to eliminate her," Cecily proposed. "Killing her is causing us to look closer into everything she did, even uncovering the fact that she lied... and thus making it so her betrayal of them wouldn't work..."

Cecily wasn't sure if that sounded sane or not. She was basically thinking as she talked now. "But if someone from Juno killed her... Then they had to have been at Alicia's funeral. It had to have been a Gonzalez... or a close friend..."
In πŸ¦„ Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Walnut had all but forgotten about that blasted bird. She frowned ever so slightly at the thought of the creature. Some things just didn't deserve to keep on living and the winged rodent fell into that category. Birds were the scorn of civilized people everywhere. One might even argue they were responsible for the Storms that created Rutas Ma in her opinion. She was almost disappointed when the bird dispatched itself without the need for her assistance. "Consider it done," she then told Swamp. "Mr. Titian is more than prepared for this task," she said, though she moved towards the opposite exit to the one she had entered through and positioned herself so that way she could easily prevent anyone from entering that way - or leaving.

Her eyes darted over towards Titian and she gave him a slight nod, before she looked back at Dr. Swamp and the patient. She was quiet, allowing him to do his work. She hated it herself when she was interrupted - it clouded the mind and made strokes of brilliance harder to come by. Nothing of what he was doing seemed to her to be out of the ordinary, though she wondered if the patient would make any protests. For now, she was content to wait and see how she might be of assistance when the time came.
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Leda Storm
Location: The Canoe Lake
Leda was sitting in the sand, looking out at the lake. Her goal was to be able to run on water before she left Camp Half-Blood. Sometimes, she could have sworn that she was close to it - at other times, she felt terrified at the prospect. Was it all inside her head? Probably. Her shoes were off and sitting next to her, as she curled her toes into the sand and just took in her surroundings. She wasn't normally one to slow down and take things in, but she had found it necessary to center and focus herself that morning.

She usually felt a little bit existential after she did maintenance on some of the shrines. So many minor gods were forgotten and dismissed in favor of Zeus' family - it was sickening. Even now, with the camp expanded and more gods being represented with cabins, there were still hundreds that were forgotten and ignored. As the daughter of the messenger of the gods, Leda had found a sort of sense of duty in making sure that none of them were forgotten if she could help it. "Alright, enough existentialism," Leda admonished herself, cleaning off her feet and putting her shoes back on.

It was time for a run.
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