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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose@Nallore

Well, you guys figured it out!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

After this long? I'm starting to think he might have plot armour. That, or he slept with LLA.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

If that's the case, let's be honest, she's already dead. :P

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Coventry Horrors -> The road to Salem
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Chuckling softly as he finished the note, Liam folded it up and tucked it away into his jacket, zipping it up as he flicked down the visor on his helmet. Reaching down, he kicked up the stand of his bike and started down the road, leaving similar skid marks as he left the parking lot, heading out of the lot and out toward the highway. He thought about Aloise's note, this probably was a dumb idea. Leaving alone to track down a killer at the train station in Salem, and only leaving a voicemail for Aloise to know where he was. By all accounts it was a terrible idea, but it was the only idea that Liam had at that point, and he doubted he had the time to go searching for Aloise before he went off, no, he needed to act now.

Reaching the road out of town, he started to hit the accelerator more, ducking between a few cars at the busier exit of town as he made his way out an onto the highway in the direction of Salem. His mind did occasionally wander towards Aloise, whether or not she was safe, exactly what she was doing, all these thoughts filled his mind repeatedly, but for now he forced himself to brush them aside. When it came down to it, Aloise was a hell of a lot better at looking after herself than Liam was, she'd been at this all a hell of a lot longer and even before that she was a marine, worrying about her was really doing him less good than anything. Sighing, he shook his head, and just continued his drive, working on getting to Salem as soon as he could.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

Yeah when I said a few hours later I totally meant I was gonna fall asleep at my desk, whoops.

Post coming now! (I'm a travesty)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Gonna get a post together soon as i'm home from work in a couple hours. ^^

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

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Standing alongside Aziza and the Lord-Major as they went back and forth deciding how best to help Vera. The medic was supposedly on their way, but the more Harry looked down at Vera, the less he figured the medic would actually have been needed. Chances were, he expected the medic to arrive, say everything was fine, and move on. Still, he supposed it was worth having someone look into it, someone didn't just faint for no reason, even if the actual reason was far more say, psychological, than medical. Sighing, he shook his head as he looked down to Vera, turning his gaze back toward Aziza as Lauren moved to give Vera a whiff of the spirits.

Harry's attention was momentarily piqued as he turned his gaze over toward Haakon and Josephine. He only heard their discussion in passing, frankly not paying much attention as they spoke towards each other. He did not say anything just yet, though he appreciated as he looked around that no one outside of their little cadre seemed to have noticed the ongoing discussion. He wasn't sure why they would discuss it so openly, when it came to the disclosure agreement or otherwise, having seemingly random people open to hearing suggestions of a 'curse' or 'visions' - even Harry wasn't exactly too keen on talking about it privately, or to himself. He shook the thought from his mind however, turning his gaze back down to Vera as he waited.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Although William noticed that the green colour to Vera's skin had disappeared (and now presently had begun to occupy his own face), his look of concern didn't falter as he looked down at the woman, watching as Lauren moved closer to wave the bottle under her nose. He'd had such a treatment before, mostly on the journey over to Egypt from the States. Travelling with a number of raucous American treasure hunters like himself had been considerably more stress on his liver than William had initially hoped for when he came to Cairo. If anything, treatment like this - which had usually resulted in a rapidly over-turned stomach - was one of the reasons he'd split from the gentlemen he'd befriended on his trip over.

Alas, Vera was not under this kind of stress due to an intake of alcohol, or at least, he assumed she was not, unless of course her and Peter had decided to slip off for a bit of a champagne breakfast to celebrate his proposal. Considering his sense of frustration and envy at that time, he certainly wouldn't have ruled out that as a possibility. He did try to shake the thought from his mind however, the less stress which entered his mind at that point, the better. Sighing, he shook his head and just looked back down to Vera, waiting for her to recover from her current malady.

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

Working on a post now.

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

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Glancing over toward Aziza as she came up toward Vera as well, he gave simply a mild look of concern as he glanced back down toward Vera for a moment, he did find it particularly curious that she had just fainted, especially when, from a quick glance, she didn't seem to be particularly ill. Of course, Harry was not a medical professional, and the more intricate complications which could have arisen in the field of romance often eluded him, but he certainly still did not think the lady Munn had just fainted due to a fever or any particular illness. No, there had to have been more to this than it seemed.

However, Harry was not himself the kind to interfere, and even in retirement he was quite content, and infact defaulting on following the Lord-Major's orders, not taking a step closer even as Aziza stepped up and offered the small bottle. As she removed the cork, he was still close enough to catch a whiff though, recoiling for a moment. He'd had the kind of stuff before, or at least stuff which came across that strong, some of the men he'd served with had tried their hand at brewing in the field, in some vague attempt to enjoy a spot of booze before they went charging into their deaths. Most of the time, the result was undrinkable, but in certain cases it had come out strong enough to give one quite a kick up the ass, in the same way he imagined even a tiny amount of liquid in Aziza's bottle would do.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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William glanced briefly from person to person as they all offered to help Vera, from offers of strong booze to suggestions of a doctor or a bed to lay down in. At first he considered they might have been what was needed, but as he watched Vera more it continued to dawn on even him that something wasn't quite right. She was definitely not sick, or at least, not in the medical sense. She had looked ill when she came in, but as things had developed, he couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a normal kind of illness per-se, perhaps someone was making her ill. Had it been him? Was she really so disgusted to see him when he arrived that he had driven her to this sort of reaction?

No, surely it was something else, or perhaps she simply thought he was there to ruin her lovely moment with Peter. Yes, that had to be it, she was so upset or annoyed by his arrival, apparently ruining what was to be such a lovely day with her and Peter, now off to be courted and happily wed eventually by the fantastic British officer. It was enough to bring that ill feeling back to his stomach. It didn't occur to him at all that the sickness and the green tint to his skin that it brought was not any sort of illness, but envy, he still could not shake that intense and burning jealousy which he now held for Peter, and it made him furious.