Morose

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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"I'm flattered," Beatrice quipped. She could handle being called a disagreeable cunt - although she found Thalia's mention of angry cunts interesting. Beatrice never would have described herself as an angry person. She was rude, blunt, emotionally disconnected, apathetic, closed off, guarded, and violent, yes... but angry? That wasn't the way she saw herself. She had to wonder if Thalia saw her that way now and she stared at her friend for a moment. When Thalia went off to get food, the comment was still bugging Beatrice slightly. Part of what was annoying her, of course, was the fact that it bothered her at all.

She had gotten too close to the one armed woman. She needed to fix that. Waiting until the area had cleared out slightly, Beatrice then went up to the food and fixed herself a plate. She mumbled a thanks to the people that had brought it, since that hadn't been required of them and it was decent of them to do. It was quite literally a hand out - not something a girl from Justice was raised to expect. Her eyes darted over towards where Thalia had went off to, before she spotted Alex sitting at a table by herself and Beatrice took her plate, sitting down across from him.

Beatrice figured Alex wouldn't mind sitting and eating in silence, so she started to eat her own food without a word.

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Jack Newnan

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Location: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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"Good to meet ya too, Alexandah," Jack replied, putting a name to the face. He then nodded in agreement with Ash. He really did hope that this worked out for them. They had lost Newnan and while they had been able to survive outside of its walls, it hadn't been easy. They had lost a lot of people - good people.

Jack then nodded at his wife, hearing her request that they grab some food for Jamie. "On it, solovey," he promised her, before excusing himself from Ash and Alex. He headed on over to his wife, only to hesitate for a moment as a stranger started to serve her and Jamie. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. His primal instincts were screaming back off pal, that's my wife and son! and the more rational, non-animal part of his brain was touched at the compassion. And still just a little bit wary about it. Almost subconsciously, Jack puffed up his chest a bit and stood up a little bit taller. If he really was an animal, he might have been ready to do a special dance to remind Tatiana that he was there.

There wasn't a lot of self reflection ultimately behind the spike in jealousy. He noticed it had started to become a pattern, but he had dismissed it as paranoia. Hopefully that was all that it was. He fixed himself a plate, grabbing a plastic spoon and fork, and he headed on over to where Tatiana was sitting. He stood there for a moment, glancing around the room to see if there would be any further challenges to his masculinity essentially. Jack then sat down next to his wife, putting his own plate on the coffee table in front of him.

"He seems nice," he said softly to her.

Let's Gush!

Happy Birthday, Darke Magyk!
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@KazAlkemi

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

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Gene Benaszewski

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Location: Elite Deck - Lauren's Rooms
Skills: N/A

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Gene groaned slightly. With the light streaming onto her face, she at first had mistaken it for someone from back home coming to wake her up. He was always rather punctual. Instead, as she pushed herself slowly up off of the ground, yawning and squinting, she remembered in an instant everything that had happened the day before. However, the smell of vomit reached her senses and Gene plugged her nose. "Wow, for a proper British lady and all, your puke smells nasty," Gene quipped. "Guess we aren't so different after all."

Lauren seemed to have the compassionate aspect of this down, asking Vera if she needed anything. Gene, however, couldn't help but think it would be a good idea to get a preemptive strike done on airing out the room. In her experience, vomit scent tended to linger and even though the damned sun's rays were able to get in to wake her up, that smell had nowhere to go. "Let's open a window or somethin' if we can - air out the place a bit," Gene suggested. "Fresh air might do her some good too."

She then walked over to the door, intending on opening it and catching a whiff of fresh air - and to see if she could flag someone down to bring Vera some food that would be easy on her stomach. Instead, she found her brother. "Oh, hello Georgie. Your special friend is having an excellent start to her day already."

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Elite Deck - Nora's Rooms --> Outside Lauren's Rooms
Skills: N/A

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Nora had woken before the sun rose - she figured perhaps it was nerves or worry that was preventing her from getting a proper night's sleep. Ordinarily, she would have gone to find Spot and sit down next to her dog, scratching away in her journal until morning's light. Even though she had tried to fall back asleep on the boat, sleep eluded her - primarily because of the absence of dreams. It was freeing, not to have a premonition visit her in her sleep... but after having spent so long with those dreams, night after night, she felt almost hollow to have not have had one.

She had become accustomed to them - they were her normal. She had spent some time getting dressed and ready for the day, and then she simply sat in quiet contemplation until sunrise. Figuring that it was now a decent and acceptable time to get breakfast - she was starving - Nora gathered what she needed for the day, ensuring she had her ticket on her, and she locked her rooms behind her before heading down the hallway towards Lauren's rooms. She wanted to see if the other girls were up and would like to join her for breakfast - eating alone was never quite as fun as having company, she had realized.

"Oh, good morning," Nora said softly, surprised to see George in the hallway outside of Lauren's rooms.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Professor Walnut

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Walnut offered no verbal or nonverbal reply to either Dr. Swamp or Jasper. Instead, her eyes had widened with horror and she let out a bit of a started shriek. Walnut's heartbeat had accelerated tremendously and she was transfixed, staring at Master Plum as if he was the most loathsome and fear inducing creature she had ever seen. She couldn't move her eyes away from Plum if she tried, it was such a horrible vision before her. And while the moment passed and she managed to catch her breath, her hands were trembling but she had learned something crucial.

This pathetic man and seemingly part time monster was playing dead!

"Plum, I know that you are awake," Walnut finally said, though her hands still shook. She hesitated, before placing the key in Jasper's hand. "Why would you pretend to be asleep and allow your defender's tale to be misconstrued by this doctor?" Walnut asked, attempting to give a comforting tone but it quite honestly was more like scolding. "Perhaps I should not have attempted to help you at all," she then muttered. Taking another breath, Walnut attempted to calm her nerves as they were still incredibly shaken - and this time, it was genuine.

She forced her gaze towards Jasper, attempting to see who he believed. She had no doubt that he didn't really believe either of them at the moment. That was fine. She could work with that.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Highway to Hell Grimm
Skills: N/A

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Cecily hesitated for a moment, thinking over the two Brits that she knew. Her cousin, while very sweet, was naive and had her head in the clouds. Iris' family was well connected, as was her brother, but it was all very superficial and she doubted that Iris herself had any clout. She was just a silly kid chasing a dream. Keystone was a possibility - but the problem with him was trust. She had left Alicia's funeral with Natasha due to Natasha's concerns over Caesar's behavior. Keystone was Caesar's righthand man.

Could she trust him? They had spent a fun evening together, eating take out and watching television, that much was true. But that wasn't enough to trust someone, right? She knew that she trusted Roy. That was a certainty. She trusted Riley as well. That was also given. Who else did she trust? Sadly, the more prominent Marvel screenwriters came to mind. And of course, Stan Lee. Otherwise, everyone in this world could be a threat.

"Roy, super off topic but... Juno doesn't have hands in Marvel Studios, right?" Cecily asked, feeling a bit sick to her stomach at the thought. Were these madmen producing her favorite things in the world? The very idea seemed invasive and she shook her head slightly, before going back on topic. "I don't know if Keystone can be trusted... and my cousin, she's just a sweet kid. I don't think she has that kind of clout."

The Gifted - Concluded

@BlueSky44 Disgusting but approved. You can start posting for him now - he'll be down in the tunnels with Erg, Blink, and the others right now.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@FantasyChic@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192

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Washington D.C.: September 7th, 2020 - 3:00 PM

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@FantasyChic: Leighton rolled a perfect 20 for luck. A perfect freaking 20. As she enters the sewers, not only will she largely manage to get her ice manipulation ability under control, but she'll be able to hear voices in the distance. She's practically on top of the Morlock tunnels. There's two directions that she can go, but neither of them seem to get her closer to the voices. If anything, the voices seem to be coming... from through the wall of the sewer?

@FantasyChic: Reeva smiled slightly. The beginning of the list was more or less what she had expected. Her girls didn't have to tell her what Anastasia wanted - it was easy to see when she looked at her. However, it was the puppy that caused the smile. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that at the end of the day, they were just people. Anastasia was just a kid. And she wanted a puppy. "Purebred or mutt?" Reeva asked. "As for who to hit first... Just the Washington D.C. station in particular. Otherwise, it's dealer's choice."

@Nallore: "I think guy germs are the least of your problems right now," Havok said with a smirk, trying to keep the mood light. He knew that there was a good chance either the police or the Purifiers would end up at the clinic looking for them. But they didn't have any other choice. If Spark Plug didn't see a doctor, then she would die and he refused to let that happen.

"She has bullet wound," Colossus explained, as a nurse ran on over and got Spark Plug onto a gurney. "Do you know her medical history, blood type?" the nurse asked. Her name tag identified her as Caitlin S. as they wheeled Spark Plug over into a private room. A doctor was then sent for as well, but the clinic was always frantic and at the moment, Caitlin was their best shot.

Havok thought for a moment. "A+," he said and the nurse nodded, getting a blood transfusion ready to go. "You're lucky, we have some on hand."

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Veil

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Location: MCU Truck
Skills: N/A

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"I know - this isn't a mission we're going to have an easy time returning from," Veil admitted quietly. The Mutant Underground didn't have a lot of resources in terms of lawyers and whatnot. It also didn't help that in general, the public had a unfavorable view of mutants and that wasn't the greatest for juries in trials. Sure, they were founded by Professor Charles Xavier but they didn't get a lot of help from the X-Men. However, she could think of one or two people they might be able to call, but it was a long shot.

"Don't give them any information on the Underground," Veil muttered to her friend under her breath. The cops came forward and put cuffs and collars on them. If they tried to use their powers, they'd be shocked. A truck pulled out with MCU labeled on the side - the Mutant Containment Unit of the local police.

Veil and Sapphire were then loaded into the truck, their cuffs hooked up to shackles binding them to the metal posts.

"Hope neither of the freaks control metal," one of the guards mused. He had a huge gun and was staring at the girls.

"Nah, these muties aren't that strong - y'know the girls can't do stuff like that."

"Really?" the other asked, curious. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah man! Why do you think it's the X-Men and not the X-Women?"

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Sunshine

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Location: the Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A

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Visual

To let you guys get an idea of what this place looks like better than I could describe it

"Oh," Blink said, a little surprised at that. She had assumed that they were a family - two gay dads and an adopted mutant daughter. Mutants on the run tended to make little family sub units like that from time to time, but of course it wasn't always the case. "Well even if you aren't an actual family - you have some nice aesthetics going on," she joked.

Erg then chuckled slightly at Max's joke. The leader of the Morlocks really liked these guys - they were making a good impression on him. "Puh-lease, you guys wish you were my dads. I'm kind of a big deal," Sunshine said, talking with her mouth full. She didn't even really pause to breathe, with Erg watching her intently like this was some sort of sport.

"I do not doubt that," he told Sunshine with a smile, before Erg returned his attention to the adults. "We can do some blackouts," Erg said, before he nodded at Blink. Blink then walked over to fetch someone, eventually coming back with the Morlock named Glow. "Glow, think you can give us some light while he checks things out?"

Glow nodded, holding out her hands and little orbs of light began to appear. They scattered around the Morlock tunnels, lighting the area while Erg went and shut off the generators, allowing James to get to work.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: First Sub Basement - Hallway --> Operating Theater --> First Floor - Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A

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Guin raised an eyebrow, looking at the scene in front of her. Richard was on the floor with Dean stuck to him - and Dean was unconscious and covered in ice. And somehow, Richard thought he was in a position to boss her around? "I don't think I'm the one in danger of dying right now, Richard," Guin pointed out to him. Sure, she had a slight head wound but she felt fine and she had been able to land a decent shot on Dean. "Also, I don't take orders from you," she added.

She glanced back at Beast, nodding a bit at his words. "I got them," she replied, before she essentially dragged the Richard/Dean combo into medical and then into the operating theater. "You're going to have to lift them - my upper body strength is good, but not that good." However, her face paled slightly as he mentioned that they didn't have any blood on hand for Lance. She could think of one person off the top of her head that was the same blood type - Lance's father. She took out her phone and sent a text message to both Banner and her own father: Lance needs blood transfusion ASAP. Come to Mansion NOW.

"Okay, blood is on the way. I'm going to go help with the chaos upstairs," Guin told Beast. She didn't wait for an answer, but she did flip Richard the middle finger as she left medical and headed up the stairs. Almost immediately, she could hear the sound of rain in the formal sitting room, as well as shouting. There seemed to be fights breaking out all over the Mansion and surprisingly, Guin was calm. It was as if she had hit her terror threshold and had decided alright, we'll deal with this one asshole at a time. It also helped that she had taken five inhibitors - all they had on hand - from medical with her.

Entering the formal sitting room, she glanced around to see who all was there. Pietro, Neil, Sara, Storm, and Mira were all accounted for. At least Storm managed to keep her from getting completely soaked, that was a plus - and from that, she deduced that Storm and Mira were not controlled. The others were. "You guys had a party without me? Lame." Sara definitely would need an inhibitor. So would Pietro. And Neil. That would leave two to handle the rest of the Mansion.

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Neil Spellman

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Location: First Floor - Formal Sitting Room
Skills: Telekinesis

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Neil couldn't really hear what the others were saying, forcing him to rely on facial expressions. Storm looked a bit sad or crestfallen as she bent over Mira, before she zapped the girl with lightning. There was a good chance that Mira had been killed or at least severely injured. Sara must have switched over the powers she was copying - and Storm then soaked them all in rain, saying something that Neil couldn't understand.

"I can't hear you," Neil muttered. He almost didn't notice Guin when she showed up - how long had she been there for? At any rate, he saw her and realized she would be easy pickings. Compared to Mira and Storm, her powers were nothing. And as long as he avoided making skin contact with her, he wouldn't have to worry about them at all. Glancing at her left knee, Neil figured that would cause maximum pain and maximum inconvenience. He just needed to get the little drug addict out of the way.

Twisting his hands as he started to use his powers on her, Neil then blinked in confusion. Quicksilver wasn't standing next to him and Sara anymore. And Guin was gone as well. "What the?" Neil mumbled, even though he wouldn't be able to hear any responses. It was all just loud ringing still.

🦄 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 felt sick to her stomach, having to act like some feeble and helpless creature. There was a name in the Crypt Family for those pathetic monsters who clung to pastels and manipulated those around them, betraying everything honorable, virtuous, and macabre: Deborah. Or as it was often shortened by the younger family members: Debbie. She never again wanted to have to put on this sort of facade again. She would have rather pretended to be something more respectful, such as an axe murderer or an apothecary.

"Y-y-yes, I-I am afraid that I am," Virginia squeaked. "I would hate to bother you gentlemen but... I am in need of a ride - as far as you can get me towards Gretna Green. I would be most thankful for any assistance and p-p-perhaps we could arrange some sort of payment?" she looked up at them slightly, hoping that she looked pitiful and that her eyes seemed to be round and vulnerable. If they did end up wanting more promiscuous favors upon arrival, then she could very well no longer daydream about playing the role of an axe murderer.

She just wanted to help dear Millicent and poor Veta if at all possible.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: House Kirkpatrick - Study (Main Floor)
Skills: N/A

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Maeve chuckled slightly at Millicent's realization she had had not caught her name. "Aye, cos I didn't give it," she replied curtly. Leading Millicent into the study on the main floor, Maeve started searching through the room. She located a drawer and opened it up, sifting about until she found ink, quill, and paper. Studies always tended to have this sort of thing on hand somewhere and Maeve straightened up, setting down the objects so that way Millicent might use them. Maeve would be of little use with that sort of thing anyways.

"Name's Neasa O'Connor, miss," Maeve then explained. She kept wavering between feeling pity for Millicent and feeling annoyance for her. On one hand, it was obvious that she was not comfortable in the company of the others. And on the other hand, Millicent's problems were her own - they weren't Maeve's problems so that meant she didn't have to care about them. There would be nothing gained by helping this little woman, especially since Roisin's future in Rome was secured. Why help others without any sort of reward, anyways? It was dumb in Maeve's opinion.

"'ere yer are - should be everythin' yer need ter write wi'."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Andromeda Aldrich

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Location: Ville au Camp - Carnival Set Up -> the Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Thankfully for Andromeda, her new line of thought - determining whether or not the two Emendators were sexist - was actually proving to be a sufficient distraction from the unease the Carnival gave her. She had almost convinced herself that she was wrong, until Giouse mentioned that nothing of interest would come up for her in these conversations. Did these people know so little about her? She had dedicated her life to studying the strange and unusual - and she had been killed at a Circus, where some of those present had abilities. How would she find nothing of interest, good or bad, here?

"Black coffee, please," Andromeda replied, when asked what she wanted to drink. However, her mind then soon was focused on Ben and Ruthie. He had brought Ruthie back to life and then she had gained these abilities. It was pretty much the same thing with the Paradoxes, wasn't it? Eve had brought them back to life and then they developed powers. It was how Andromeda could now probably passably change her name to Storm or Plaguebearer.

But while Gilbert was wondering if Ben could bring Peter back to life, Andromeda had another thought. If Eve was gone... could Ben be the next Dice? Was that even possible, for an Emendator to just... transfer over to someone else? She bit her lip slightly, thinking it over. "How'd you get your abilities, Ben?" Andy then asked softly.