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Anyone's welcome to interact with Lucan if they'd like - he's sort of just meandering about at the moment with nothing much to do so anyone can feel free to chat to him. :)

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Jeremy Bennet

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Location: Noelle Morgan's Home

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Jeremy paused his search for a moment as he heard the TV downstairs come on. He heard the news, it wasn't the clearest but the house was quiet enough that it came up to him. He scoffed, it seemed even the mediocre reporters in Justice were dramatic pricks with no real respect for the dead. Although, despite the almost mocking tone of the newscaster, the story itself was interesting enough. So, Peyton Glencross and Danica Graves were half sisters, that explained things a bit better. Gave her a reason to look into Peyton's death, and perhaps to stick her nose in a little too far - far enough to get herself killed.

And it was the exact same thing Jeremy was sticking his nose in. Well, he'd been shot at, blown up, beaten up and chased by some pretty bad folks over the years, he figured these guys weren't going to be any worse. Or maybe, he just wanted them to come after him.

Kneeling down, he scratched at his chin as he spotted the picture on the floor, picking it up with his free hand as he looked over it. He recognized them both in an instant, he didn't think either Peyton or Danica would be a face he'd forget after the events the two had been through - and how closely Jeremy had been following them. Flipping over the photo for good measure, and simply to be thorough, he tucked it into his pocket, standing to look into the folder it'd come out of.

He stared at the paper for a good long while, he figured this folder hadn't been one of Noelle's, rather, he assumed it had belonged to her father. Unfortunately, Robert was always royally shit at marking or making clear any of his notes. While that was a good thing, if the wrong people got their hands on his things, it was always a giant pain in the ass for him. He racked his brain for a while, trying to make sense of the cubes, searching through his thoughts for anything that could have related. Eventually, he sighed, picking up the paper and folding it up. Grabbing his journal, he tucked it in between some of the pages, before continuing his search of the room, he didn't expect much - but he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything.

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Lucas Walsh

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Location: Heading to the U.N.

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Smiling as he watched her approach him, he felt her arms wrap around his waist and shifted to set a hand on the small of her back, enjoying the proximity for a moment before she grabbed his keys and tossed them up, leaving his grasp as he chuckled, catching the keys in his left hand. Moving to the door, he followed her out and closed it behind them, taking a moment to lock up before he turned to continue following her down and outside.

As they got outside, he peered toward the crime scene, finally able to get a decent look of it now that the police had mostly cleared away. His curiosity was finally sated, at least somewhat as he looked over the tape, the chalk marking on the pavement, and the stained blood around the concrete. It would've been a gruesome scene, but Lucas had always been the type to fancy a murder mystery, never one to shy away from the gruesome, he'd probably just seen one too many movies as a kid.

His thoughts returned to the present as he heard Risa's phone ring, glancing over to her as he moved over to his car with her, unlocking it as it became aware to him who was on the phone. "Kerro äiti sanoin hei." He commented in her native tongue, more out of habit from hearing her speak it than anything. Lucas had made a hell of an effort to learn the difficult language when they first got together - and although he wasn't perfect, he knew more than enough to get by. Yawning as he clicked his seat belt on and turned on the engine, he pulled away form the curb and began to drive down the street, getting caught up in the morning traffic before long. "We can stop there after we go to the U.N, with this traffic it'll probably be time for lunch by then." He chuckled softly, settling in as the traffic moved at a slow but steady pace.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: Tristan's Quarters -> The Infirmary

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Tom was more or less used to Tristan's threats by now, and he usually chose to ignore them. He figured as much as the self-entitled tower lead may have barked, he couldn't bite. Tom had worked hard since first taking his contract, and he doubted the GTC would be in a particular hurry to dismiss him over some mean words to Debute. He moved out of the office without any words, and without any real sign of backing down as Tristan snapped back at him, moving to the elevator and sighing as he sent it down to the security offices.

He'd gotten about three steps out the elevator before the security alarm went off, from the infirmary this time. Tom sighed again, getting a pair of his officers into the elevator and heading back up to the infirmary. He had his hand resting idly on his pistol grip as he moved out of the elevator, Tryke was there, along with Crisna, a few other medical techs, and Tristan - on a gurney. Tom glanced over him briefly, he could see he'd taken quite a hit to his head.

He glanced up again, and saw Silvia standing and holding her arm out toward Crisna, he figured it wouldn't have been a long shot to guess that she had something to do with Tristan's injury, what was on his mind however - was what had prompted it. He had his suspicion, but he didn't want to act on a gut feeling alone, he let his two officers secure the elevator, they'd just keep anyone who wasn't supposed to be there out as Tom moved to shut off the alarm.

Clearing his throat, he slipped on his professional face, Tom was admittedly having a rough day, he hadn't exactly had a moments rest yet, and things seemed to only be getting more and more complicated by the minute. Reaching down with his free hand, he grasped his pair of cuffs, pulling them from his belt and holding them up for all to see. "These are going to be linking someone's wrist and their gurney in a few minutes." He commented, making himself clear as he glanced between Silvia and Tristan. "Can someone give me a little clarification on what just happened?"

Around The World

Chalk me up as curious, this looks like it could be fun!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Town Meeting
Interacting With: The Possessed Vivian, @Morose Mitsukuri Katsumi @BlueSky44

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The Sheriff's exclamation is what got Liam's attention initially. Turning around, his eyes widened at the sight of Vivian, taking a half-step back as he stared at her in shock. His mind started going into overdrive, trying to piece together what he was looking at. The peeling skin, the overall grotesque nature of the woman's body, and most importantly - the black eyes. Trawling through his mind, he couldn't quite come up with anything, but he did recall his vision from before, the black eyes, they were the same - but this wasn't the same woman, he could tell that, even with her skin falling off.

The Japanese woman came up, tossing vials of water, at first Liam was confused, but then it dawned on him. The combination of everything brought back up something he'd read across a fair few books, though he'd always been skeptical about it - she was a demon. And if that were the case, the woman had to be throwing holy water, why was she carrying holy water? Liam figured that this would be a question better saved for later, and his thoughts were quickly distracted by the sound of gunfire as he jumped suddenly, watching as the hunter took a pair of shots to the leg.

Liam froze again, shock filling him for a moment as he still struggled to take it all in - he struggled even more as he saw the Reverend approach, saw him drop to his knees, and saw his throat slit. Some of the other journalists were filming, trying to get something of a story, that couldn't be further from Liam's mind, even as he gathered his wits again, he wasn't trying to film a snuff film, this was something that could stay off the air. Besides, these days - people needed a little less fear in their lives.

Then the black eyes focused on him, and the woman waved in his direction before speaking. For a moment he panicked, his mind went into overdrive over things he could use to fight her. Holy water was the obvious one, the hunter had tried to use it and missed - he could see she had more vials, but if he tried to get it he figured the demon wouldn't exactly just let him. Didn't salt do something? No, that just kept them away, and he didn't have any on him. He resigned himself to the fact he didn't have anything he could use to fight. Evidently, some others did though.

Liam's attention was drawn then to two other figures, and older male, puffing on a pipe and approaching, a knife in hand and bleeding palms, he seemed intent on engaging the demon, and Liam figured she would focus on him. If not him, there was the other man who'd asked a question, he sounded like he was speaking in tongues, but he seemed intent on whatever he was doing, this day was only getting stranger. Hoping that the demon's focus was taken by the others, Liam hurried to the hunter, kneeling over her and looking down at her wound. He didn't have anything he could use to help her wound, so he looked up to her. "I-i'll get help for you soon!" He insisted, reaching out to snatch a pair of holy water vials.

Liam didn't have a clue what he was doing, he was certain at this point it was adrenaline driving his actions more than anything, but he figured he had to do something, he couldn't have just joined the many bystanders running away, he had to help at least those few willing to stick around and fight. Moving closer to the demon from behind, he took a deep breath and opened the vials, getting close enough to thrust his hands out and send the water flying from the vials toward her, staggering back quickly afterward, god, he hoped that'd do it.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

I'll hopefully have a post up in the next few hours :)

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Lucan Gully

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Location: The Tournament
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Lucan was usually busy on days like these. His skill with the blade was rather well-known, and Samson enjoyed having Lucan enter tournaments and fights to represent the crown. Although, Lucan figured that he would likely have a reprieve from the tournament today, considering its specific purpose. Part of him regretted that, he did enjoy tournaments, and he enjoyed a good fight - missing out was a shame. On the other hand, he didn't exactly feel like knocking his younger brother to the dirt, if the two ended up dueling each other. For once on a day like this, it seemed Lucan would have some relaxation. His gaze still watched over the royals as it usually did, but he did not stand over them now.

Lucan had found a quieter spot over to the side. He'd spoken briefly with his family during the feast, even his mother - who at the very least put on a facade of motherly pride at seeing him in such a position, though even Lucan knew it was false. She probably hated him. That was even worse than his father - at the very least he made his disdain known, his mother tended to keep it to herself, or behind closed doors. He sighed as he shook the thought from his head - he preferred to think that she still held at least some love for him. He had yet to speak to any of the Hylands, some of his family appeared to be getting friendly with them, his father had spoken at length with the Lady Julia, and his siblings had spoken with the younger Hyland lords and ladies.

Despite urging himself to do so, Lucan had not spoken to, or attempted to speak to any of the Hylands, he didn't feel it awkward, or uncomfortable, not exactly - he just had no idea what he would say, more-so to the ones who already knew him than the ones who didn't. Lucan sighed again as he watched the contenders step forward, he knew most of them, most were at least somewhat decent with the blade, but he figured some had a better advantage than others. He couldn't help but wonder how much each had had to drink, Samson had the wine flowing since the beginning of the feast, and many seemed to have indulged throughout, he figured by now he was one of the most sober men there.

Again he was brought back to the thought - it was a shame he could not enter, but in the event he won, it would be rather awkward, it would require a re-do, the lord-commander of the kingsguard certainly could not marry the princess, he would have been an unnecessary and pointless entry into the rather important tourney.

Arthur Gully

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Location: The Tournament
Interacting With: Amara @smarty0114

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Arthur sighed as he settled into his seat beside his wife. He had never been particularly big on tournaments, he had only ever entered a few in his younger years, and he found little enjoyment in watching the events. In his day, Arthur himself had been quite the swordsman, and he could still hold his own - but age took a toll on everyone, he wasn't as quick as he used to be. His martial skill came mostly from the mind - Arthur knew how to lead men, whether a small band or a large army, he was an enemy to be feared on the battlefield. He was pleased at least, that he seemed to have handed down some of his skill with the blade to his sons, however.

Ithobal was a better leader and sailor, he had more of his father's head for battle, but he was certainly not without his own ability with the blade. He'd been trained well throughout his years, both by Arthur himself, and Tybalt - the master-at-arms. Arthur was confident in the boys abilities, he certainly had a fair chance in the tournament. At the same time however, Arthur felt a pang of regret at his eldest son's poor decisions. Lucan had been holding a blade since he was young, he knew how to use it marvelously and that was a fact well-known throughout Lhivoria.

Arthur spotted Lucan, toward the side of the tournament, standing closer to the Hyland seats than their own. "If that boy knew what was best we'd have won the tournament already." Arthur muttered in a lower voice toward his wife. Arthur knew well what his wife thought of their son, how she called him a traitor, a betrayer. While Arthur may not have gone to those extremes, he did to a degree agree with her, and he certainly understood her views. He was more than aware of her hatred for the Ainsworths, he'd once gone as far as to promise her their heads, but at the same time he understood the value of keeping in their good graces, in waiting until the time was right. Having Lucan where he was, it was good for their family - kept them with the Ainsworths' support.

As another servant came along offering wine, Arthur shooed him away, he hadn't had a drop of wine that day, nor did he plan on it - Arthur rarely drank away from the safety and privacy of his office in the Serpent's Roost, or at the table with his wife. In another's castle he would never even touch it. He sucked in another breath, and looked from the contenders up toward the royal booth, waiting for the tournament to begin.

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Alrighty, post is up, i'll put together the Gully stuff for you soon, @MissCapnCrunch!

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Lucan Gully

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Location: The Feast
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Lucan watched closely as his family approached the royals, his brother and his father anyway. He wasn't surprised that his mother wasn't with them, she had always hated Samson, and every one of the Ainsworths by association. To a degree, that did make Lucan feel guilty, he understood his mothers ill feelings toward him as one of those sworn to protect her greatest enemies, how could he not? His thoughts were interrupted by another families approach, the Hylands. Much to the opposite of his own family, he noticed that their Lord was missing, Lucan had met the man before a few times, he was an individual to be respected.

Lucan's views on the Hylands were rather varied to those of most of his family, the Gully and the Hyland families didn't exactly trust each other, and Lucan knew that was partly, if not entirely his own fault. As the thought crossed his mind he awkwardly shifted where he stood, the scale mail of his armour rattling slightly as his palm rested idly on the pommel of his blade. A few of the Hylands moved off, and as Lucan watched them leave he caught the eye of his mother, staring at him. He could almost feel the disdain from there, a deep pit opening in his stomach as a wretched feeling filled him. It was getting harder to breathe, everything at once was building up, stifling the man.

"Pardon me a moment, your grace - i'm going to get a report on the perimeter." A lie, but a much-needed one. Taking a step away from the royals, he trusted the few guards around and in the alcoves above to keep watch over them as he took a few steps off toward the entrance. Although it had been crowded with people moments before, many had moved inside to the feast proper, and Lucan was able to get some fresh air. Lucan began to sympathize with his father's own disdain for gatherings such as these, but he figured the two held different reasons for such.

He turned finally to head back into the feast, when a door to his left opened, the Lady Julia and her son Edwin stepping out a few moments after each other. He watched as they moved back into the hall, before peering into the empty room. He could not for a moment guess what they had been discussing, but for once Lucan considered perhaps there was some merit to distrusting the Hylands. Shifting his gaze back over to Julia as she moved over to his own family, he saw the growing collection of the two families - a collection he had no desire to join just yet. Wandering back in, he sighed as he moved about the rim of the feast, staying quiet as he settled somewhere away from the crowds, eyes shifting between his family, conversing with the Hylands, and the royals he was sworn to guard.

Arthur Gully

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Location: The Feast
Interacting With: Amara, @smarty0114 Myriam, @Ferris Ithobal, @Tmitche23 Julia, Emmaline, @HushedWhispers Juliana @Harley Q

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Following his brief conversation with the royals, Arthur watched as his two sons moved away to wherever, wandering away himself to return to his own observations. He stood near the center of the hall, and even without his guards most of the nobility kept a reasonable distance between them and himself. His eyes flashed over those present from both families. Catarina and Amelia sat together conversing, there were times Arthur pitied Catarina - she was still young, still innocent, far unlike the viper her older sister had become. Amelia knew how to play the game well, and she'd earned her position as his adviser.

He turned his gaze to his eldest son, standing near the entrance with his armour and sword. Lucan may have given up his position as heir, a position he was fit for, in Arthur's eyes - but he was still an expert swordsman, a master with a blade and the Lord-Commander of the kingsguard. Arthur could not scoff at such a position, it was well-earned, and a high one indeed. Ithobal caught his eye next, chatting with Juliana. For a long time, Ithobal had been purely a disappointment to his father, and Arthur still often treated it as such, but he had to admit - the boy tried. Ithobal was making an effort to take on his role as heir, and it did show, just as well, he was an excellent sailor, and leader of men.

His own wife, and his eldest daughter Myriam soon came into view as well as they joined Ithobal. Arthur had a complicated relationship with Myriam, on one hand, she was less ladylike than her sisters, more boyish, her interests lying elsewhere than they should have. She barely understood the game and how to play it, and she could often appear awkward. On the other hand, she was kind, compassionate, perhaps the most genuine of all the Gully's. As these thoughts crossed his mind, a smile never came to Arthur's face, he never showed such compassion - and few knew it. In fact, only his wife, Amara, knew the truth behind Arthur. He was incredibly proud of his children, all of them.

Sucking in a deep breath, Arthur clasped his hands behind his back once more and began to move toward the group which was forming, coming up behind his wife as he gently shifted a hand to rest it on the small of her back, bowing his head somewhat to the Hyland ladies across from them. "Lady Julia, Lady Emmaline - it has been too long." His gaze shifted toward Juliana then, offering a similar nod. "If i'm not mistaken - you must be the Lady Juliana? Lord Arthur Gully, a pleasure." He introduced himself, watching the three ladies with a plain and neutral expression, as to be expected.

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Working on a post now, then Lucan and Arthur should more or less be ready.

@MissCapnCrunch For usual tournament style, i'd assume Jousting, along with a swordfight, with/without dulled swords depending on how hardcore Samson feels like being.

I'll also send you a family tree for the Gully's with everyone's position once i'm done with my post. :)