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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Aunt Sue's Inn #10
Interacting With: His Guardian(?) Angel @Morose

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For a short while, Liam found some peace as he lay there, idly letting his hand drift over Sancho's fur, petting the small cat as he listened to it purr. Compared to everything going on outside, and everything that had happened throughout the day, the relative silence of the room was essentially a slice of heaven. Of course it wasn't to last, just as Liam began to settle into a comfortable sleep, he was jolted awake by the vision of the woman he'd seen before. His eyes did not focus on her though, but the wings which appeared behind her, the shadows spreading out.

Her words certainly didn't put him at ease, especially when he heard what she called him - Prophet. "What is the Rise of the Witnes-" He was cut off suddenly as her body would catch fire and Sutton appeared, screaming and burning. In an instant the polite Liam was thrown away as he jumped, letting slew a string of profanity, laced with the Australian accent he did not commonly have. "Ah! Fuck off y' skavvy cunt!" Shocking Sancho as the cat ran under the bed and hid, Liam sighed and ran a hand over his head, what the fuck was going on?

Figuring any chances he had of getting a decent amount of sleep to recover from the day were gone, he sighed and moved to sit up, carefully looking at the spots where both the strange woman and Sutton had appeared. Turning over to his laptop, he sat down before it and opened it up, switching on the computer as he began to trawl through the internet. He started by searching for the 'Rise of the Witnesses' - what was it? Well, nothing good. Spirits of the dead who had seen the supernatural coming back to seek revenge on those who didn't protect them? With everything that had happened so far, he didn't doubt it. Reaching out to his phone, he sighed and began to type a message to Amelia, not even connecting the fact he'd seen her in town, or thought he had.

To: Amelia
Amelia, it's Liam - I know you've been reporting on a whole lot of weird shit today, and you're probably sick and tired of all these things, but i've got one which you need to report on. The Rise of the Witnesses is going to happen soon, look it up, I know it sounds insane, but just, trust me okay?

Sighing as he sent off the text, Liam closed his phone, he half expected her to just dismiss him as having lost it, but tried not to think about it as he went back to his research. This time, he looked up 'Prophet' - it didn't take him long to find the details, hearing the word of god, seeing visions from him, guardian angels. It was all a lot for Liam to take in, he just about shut down. "Ah, Cunt."

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Darren Andrews

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Jade Cornish, @Morose Zachary Carpenter @BlueSky44

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Darren watched Jade as she took in what he was saying, he'd half expected her to just slap him in cuffs right then and there, but as she didn't make the move to do so, he let out a slight sigh of relief. Of course, there was the threat, and as she gave it to him, he shrugged his shoulders as he watched her. "If we're alive when this is over, you can put me in any cell you like, darlin'." He gave her a nod, sighing as he scratched at his chin, he thought back through what he knew, considering the way things were going he figured at least fifteen of the seals were broken, they were breaking damn quickly.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but as he did so the ground began to tremble. He staggered for a moment or two, looking around, while he knew earthquakes weren't exactly uncommon, he knew enough to know that was probably not good. Turning his gaze over to Jade, he shrugged his shoulders. "It was." He said, but did not bother with the details, as Zachary came over, he sighed. "You should both come with me." He gave them a nod, beginning to move off toward his car. If they were going to arrest him at any point, he figured it would be now.

Opening up the boot, he lifted up the hidden bottom to reveal the cache of weaponry in the back of his car, shotguns, rifles, handguns, grenades, stakes, bags of salt, ammunition, holy water, gasoline, the lot was there. "Both of you empty your guns and give me the magazines." He said plainly to them, pulling out a bag of salt rounds and setting it down. "Normal bullets don't work on the supernatural, and it's pretty rare that a special one can kill them either, but rock salt rounds tend to at least hurt them or keep them away - especially demons and spirits." He shifted the bullets over to them, signalling for the two to refill their magazines with them as he picked up his shotgun, starting to load a few buckshot rounds into it.

"If i'm right, and unfortunately in this case I usually am, something called 'The Rise of the Witnesses' is going to happen soon, we're going to need a book, and some more things, and after that..." He closed the boot as the other two took their ammunition shifting his shotgun over his shoulder. "...I'm goin' to need a gun." He said as he glanced around before beginning to move off, assuming the two would be with him - toward Forgotten Relics.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Post is in the works, figuring out what's the most Australian way Liam can react to finding out he's a prophet :P

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Jackson Tanner

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Location: Cargo Bay -> Outside

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Moving outside of Genevieve's shuttle, Jackson picked his coat back up off the railing and placed it on, letting out a sigh as his eyes looked over the cargo bay, drifting over toward the open ramp, and Anisa who he could just see outside. He didn't need the comm which reached him then, seeing her there with a pair of weapons in her hand was enough to make him think she could have used a hand. He figured the others wouldn't be too far behind, most of the crew rushed to help whenever they were able, or whenever a fight was brewing, particularly.

Moving to the stairs, Jackson reached down and wrapped his fingers neatly around the grip of his gun, he hoped this time not exactly to use it. If he was going to end up in a firefight with Patience's people, he'd have preferred it to wait until they were at least able to high-tail it off-world otherwise. But then again, dealing with Patience just never seemed to go the way that everyone wanted it to. As he came down the stairs, Jackson could hear clearly enough what was going on, Patience was always like this, looking to get more money that wasn't hers. In a better scenario he'd probably have just shot Brutus then and there.

"Well ain't this just a mighty fine shindig?" He asked as he adjusted the grip on his pistol, bringing it up and aiming it toward the head of one of Brutus' thugs as he stepped down the ramp to stand alongside Anisa, figuring just more of the crew would be along shortly as he kept his gaze on Brutus, keeping his target in his view however, ready to pull the trigger at any point. "I'm thinkin' these boys must'a got lost on the way back to Patience, don't y'think, Captain?" He smirked, cocking his weapon as he kept it aimed at the thug's head.

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Gregory Quinn

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Location: Conference Room

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Letting out something of an irritated sigh as he arrived in the Conference room to find it empty, Quinn moved to the head of the table, pulling back a seat and settling down into it. His hands clasped together in his lap, and for a short while he remained still where he was, in utter silence, before finally he reached over to a comm, requesting a cup of tea from an unfortunate bridge ensign with less important matters. He shooed the man off as he brought Quinn his drink, just a minute or two before Carla wandered in.

Watching Carla as she came in, Quinn let the hardness of his face shift into a more soft demeanour for the first time of the day, taking a sip of his tea before settling the cup down onto the table. Much as Carla had assumed earlier, Quinn was in need of a target, he'd been without something to engage him for far too long, he was getting antsy, jittery even, he needed some sort of release and scaring the wits out of whatever officer happened to wander by with an un-ironed uniform just was not doing it for him any more. He sighed at her question, settling back into his seat as he picked up the tea cup again, taking another much longer drink.

"Need to know." He commented plainly, in a rather eerily 'reading-your-thoughts' moment, setting the cup back down before he'd continue to speak. "Either the Alliance doesn't have specifics, or they won't give it to me, Independent ship on Whitefall - we go there, bomb it to pieces and pick up the remains as usual." He commented in an almost trivial manner, a look on his face as if he was bored by the idea, more than anything.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Luke Teth

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Location: Cockpit -> Engine Room

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Glancing over his shoulder in the middle of his pre-flight checks, Luke let a smirk split his lips as he saw Kayala come in and drop a comb on Stehrr's console. "Oh yeah, he'll love that." He thought to himself, letting the comb rest where it was. He figured Stehrr wouldn't be particularly pleased when he saw it, he wasn't a fan of well, grooming in general, so no doubt he'd scorn the gift despite any thought, love or good intention that had gone into it. Luke figured if he'd never been able to get the Wookiee to brush his fur, no one would.

For half a moment, Luke froze as he felt the barrel of a blaster to his head, groaning. "Please, let that be a blaster." He smirked however as he heard Sutton's voice to go along with it, turning around in his chair to face her as she plotted the course, kicking his feet up onto the divider between his and Stehrr's seats as he watched Sutton. "Headin' off as soon as Gol gets the hyperdrive fixed, no time for explorin'." He winked toward her, arms crossing over his chest as if to accentuate the finality of the decision.

It was at that point that Stehrr noticed the comb, flailing his arms and beginning to make his distaste known. Luke chuckled as he listened to the furry lug, apart from HK he was the only one on the ship who had any idea what Stehrr was saying, although unlike the droid, Luke was relatively selective with when he chose to be helpful as a translator. "Don't worry, you big baby, i'll tell her." Luke teased the Wookiee in an amused manner, turning back toward the console as he looked away from Sutton, picking up the PA and clearing his throat as he spoke into it.

"This is your Captain with a few brief announcements before we get underway... First off, Kayala - Stehrr would like you to know how thankful he is for the gift, he thinks the comb will just make his coat perfect for the Tatooine summer. And you all failed the mutiny test, Sutton's no longer the second mate, Gol gets tha-" He paused for a moment as he heard the loud bang echoing through the halls, sighing as he spoke again. "Nevermind, Sutton's still my second." He switched off the PA then and moved to stand, wandering down the hall.

"Gol! What're you doin' to my ship?" He asked as he got to the engine room again, looking through the slight smoke which had puffed up from the fried wires, his gaze focusing on the Iradonian as he stood by the entrance, setting his hands on his hips as he waited for some sort of explanation as to what was going on. No getting away with that easily enough.

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HK-86

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Location: Engine Room

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"Commentary: It seems you've just proven yourself quite wrong." HK would point out to Gol in his usual, rather blunt sort of humour as the bang rang out through the ship. Moving a few steps closer, HK peered over her shoulder down onto the Hyperdrive. It took him a moment or two to actually assess the damage, but he did so rather quickly. HK had grown quite accustomed to the ship's dialect, and was able to listen to it clearly enough when something was wrong.

Taking a step back, HK's gaze turned toward the Captain as he came into the Engine room demanding to know what had occurred. His gaze shifted toward Gol for a moment, certain she would be a bit on the spot over what had happened, before he decided to cut in with his explanation. "Explanation: It would appear the motivator you were given was faulty, Master - deliberately sabotaged so as to further damage the hyperdrive. Replacement parts will likely cost more than just the credits from your Pazaak endeavours." The conclusion was one HK had come to relatively quickly, but it was the second time the Raven had experienced something like this. It was almost to be expected, the sore loser who had lost the part didn't want Luke having the last laugh, so how better to ruin that than with a faulty starship part?

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Kordath Targon

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Location: Command Post

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Kordath set his gaze on Jesmand as she spoke with the lower officer, a smile splitting his lips as he remained where he was, hands neatly clasped behind his back as he waited patiently, holding no desire to barge into her conversation. Considering the demeanour of the man she spoke to, Kordath figured that this was perhaps not the best time to speak to Jesmand, but then again - it seemed there was almost never a 'good' time to speak to her. She seemed in a perpetually foul mood.

However, he of course would have to speak to her as she approached him. Giving her a nod, he turned on his heel to head out the door with her, back down the hall. "Commodore, you look radiant as always - I trust you got my report? The smugglers will probably be on their way to Ancorhead within the hour." He explained, getting straight to business as he moved through the halls with her, he assumed toward the landing pad, where her personal shuttle would be waiting for them. Kordath was keen to get underway.

"If we are to destroy them it would be best to wait, in my personal opinion - if they are smuggling in rebels, then prisoners could have quite the amount of information." He suggested with a polite, strangely fatherly smile. It was at times eerie just how polite Kordath could be. For a secret agent of sorts, who could slip a vibroblade into your spine perhaps a million different ways, he almost always had a smile on his face and a spring in his step. It was almost loathsome.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tom Fisher

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Location: The Infirmary

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Watching as Tristan began to work on removing his IV's and sitting up, Tom let out a quiet sigh. He figured the man was going to be intent on leaving the infirmary, after all he wasn't the kind to stick around, especially when he was under some kind of charge. Tom didn't see this whole scenario going well, between the man's arrogance, and possibly his fear of being found out for what he may have done, he could have been liable to make a rather terrible decision.

Tom kept his eyes on Tristan as their gaze met, he could see the challenge in Tristan's eyes, almost daring him to try and stop him. He almost felt sorry for Crisna, he didn't want to make a mess of the infirmary, but he had a feeling Tristan would be deadset on it. Reaching up as Tristan took a step closer, Tom set his hand firmly on the man's shoulder, watching him closely as he cleared his throat, eyes focused on the man with an intent look.

"I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing, Debute, but right now the evidence doesn't help that." He began, a serious tone to his voice, almost warning, as he watched the smaller man. "That's why it's best if you just stay here until the investigation turns up nothing, it'll only make it go faster, sir." Tom never referred to Tristan as 'sir' - perhaps he thought using the title would lull Tristan into some odd sense of security, or perhaps it was some kind of threat. Either way, it was likely he wasn't giving the man such a title out of respect, that just wasn't his way.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Lady Amalthea

The post is coming tonight, just got back from the bar and was about to start working on it :P

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Lucas Walsh

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Location: The U.N.

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As they got outside and over toward the first responders, Lucas let out something of a sigh of relief to finally be out of the building and, hopefully, away from danger. He didn't even notice anything that may have been wrong until he felt her grip on his hand wavering. Lucas turned his gaze toward her then, eyes widening as he saw the blood on her back, and saw as she began to sink to her knees. In an instant, Lucas was forced back into action, arms thrusting down to catch her as she picked her up again, eyes darting to the first responders.

They all had issues, but right then Lucas could not have cared any less about that, his highest priority was Risa, and he wasn't about to wait in line with her when she may have very well had one hell of a risk on her hand. His eyes settled on the woman barking at some others who she referred to as 'morons' - figuring she was as good as any, he hurried over. Risa was held as comfortably as he could hold her in his arms, and the look on his face was intent.

"My girlfriend and I just got out of the building, she's fainted and I think she's lost a lot of blood." He explained, gently laying Risa down on a stretcher as it was brought over, eyes drifting up to the doctor he'd approached. He watched her with a gaze that said many things, in a way it was expectant, waiting for her to do something, in another way it was pleading, begging her to do something for Risa - this scenario had only gotten worse, and just as he'd thought the two of them out of it, they'd been dragged back into the thick of it.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen

Considering the scenario i'm fine if you post with a little incomplete coding. Just get working what you can and when you're able to get on the PC fix it up with the rest. ^^

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Jake's -> Aunt Sue's Inn #10
Interacting With: No one

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Liam remained where he was in relative shock for a few long moments. He might've already seen a fair bit today, from a literal demon melting before his eyes to a bunch of visions he still couldn't explain. But Liam now realised he'd perhaps only hoped such things were happening in the town center, and there alone - that otherwise people in the town were going to be safe. Sutton here was clear proof of how wrong he was. Moving toward the body, he let out a sad sigh as he knelt down, looking her over.

The burn marks on her hands were sitll there, but now they were of course the least of her issues, Liam couldn't explain whatever had happened, part of him wanted to chalk it up to an accident, a faulty stove, gas leak or something of the like. But Liam knew well enough already to guess that this was not caused by something natural. This was one more thing to add to the list of things Liam was done with for the day, he was tired of everything, of these visions and what-not, he couldn't explain it and he didn't want to.

Standing up again slowly, he watched Sutton's body and sighed as he made his way out and down the street, he didn't bother to go and report it to the police in the town center, he knew her body would be found soon enough and although he felt bad, he had no intent of going back there. He made his way back to the Inn, moving up to his room and sighing contentedly as he lay on his bed, Sancho jumping up and settling on his chest, here at least, things seemed a little normal, he could rest.

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Darren Andrews

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Jade Cornish @Morose

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Darren watched from a little distance as everything seemed to go down at once, he watched as the Qareen dropped dead, that at least was good, and then as the doctor was charmed, bleeding from his eyes as Darren raised an eyebrow. That was not exactly a normal thing to have happened, clearly there was a witch about. Yet another thing to keep in mind as he slowly moved a little closer, watching as Jade moved to handcuff Chase a short while before he collapsed over the body of the Qareen.

He reached the group just in time to hear Jade speak up. It was honestly refreshing to hear her finally start to accept the reality of the situation. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to admit, or to believe, that the world was quite possibly coming to its swift and violent end at the hand of supernatural forces, but Jade took it like a champ. Holstering his weapon again, Darren cleared his throat and shook his head toward her, speaking up.

"Not technically, not yet anyway - there are seals being broken though deliberately, so once 66 of them are broken, then, yeah, apocalypse." He didn't particularly bother with seeming very FBI-ey at that point, he figured now that she had actually started to understand what was going on, he could drop the act a least a bit and not have her instantly assume he was an insane person or arrest him. At least he hoped she wouldn't do that, it was always such a pain in the ass to get arrested.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose

Shall be posting once I get home from work! ^^