Pundii

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I'll be posting this afternoon

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers

Still here! Just been busy going into finals season, trying to decide if I'm sticking with my old CS or going with a new one.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers

I suppose I'll step in to take my old role as Lord of Sliabh, if you'll have me.

Silver Falls

@Mike73@Nallore@FantasyChic@Morose@Zoey White@S0up

Just a small update guys, I've been pretty ill over the past week so I've unfortunately not really had the time I'd like to focus on posting. As such, I'm going to be suspending timers for the moment until the next update, when they will reset. Ideally I'll be posting towards the start of next week at the latest.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Morose

Oops, sorry, was sick as a dog and sort of rushing to get the post out before my timer. I'll edit once I'm home.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Darren Andrews

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds, Main Tent
Interacting With: Everyone in the Circus Tent, Aloise Zamora @Morose

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Darren swore as he saw his bullets miss the mullo. He had hoped that one would hit, but the creature moved far, far quicker than the man had anticipated. He watched as Aloise began to fire as well, and as the creature suddenly leapt over to Eudora and attempted to choke her, before choosing to end the life of the strong man instead. That's when he saw it turn towards him, and his heart sank for a second. "Aw, son of a bitch..." He muttered under his breath, watching as the Mullo began to charge towards him.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Darren could see everyone burst into action as the mullo began its charge, and he went mostly on instinct before the creature reached him. He dropped his gun, not even bothering to shoot at it as he grabbed for his iron knife instead, holding it ready as he stared down the creature. "Alright, c'mere you..." He kept a firm grip on his knife, ready to go to town on the Mullo the second it got to him or grabbed hold of him. He'd cut the hands right off if he had to.

That was until he saw the flash of movement before his eyes. The Mullo wasn't charging for him anymore. He saw as it went for Lilith, her hands wrapping around the woman's neck, but he saw something else as well, Darren's eyes not following the Mullo, but the knife Lilith had thrown...

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James Murphy

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Location: Coventry Circus Grounds
Interacting With: Everyone in the Circus Tent

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James was somewhat taken aback by the Mullo's sudden burst of speed and action, having not expected anything of the sort from a creature he thought was essentially taken straight out of 'The Ring'. As it killed the strongman, he stared and did very little, but he was taken aback as it started to charge towards Darren then. While he had decided against his own gun, and many of the others around seemed to be focusing on knives, James certainly did not have such clear thoughts right then, reaching down for his belt as he wrapped his fingers around his handgun.

Drawing it, James levelled the weapon with the charging mullo, about to pull back on the trigger when he saw the creature change direction. He watched as it jumped toward Lilith, climbing atop her and starting to choke her now. James took only a few moments, adjusting his aim as he took a few careful shots at the mullo, hoping to at least get it off the woman.

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Gheit el Idda

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Harry remained silent as he watched Aziza. Feeling her step closer and set her head on his chest, he lowered his rifle to the ground with one hand still on it, gently wrapping the other around her as he held her for a few moments, remaining silent - so as to not say the wrong thing. When she moved to pull away, he nodded his head and shifted his weapon back into both hands, settling the weight of it as he watched her. "Take all the time you need..." He uttered quietly, moving back towards the entry-way, giving her the privacy she needed to pack up her things, and to change, when she brought it up.

He dared not even take a glance over his shoulder after she uttered that she needed to change, finding himself instead staring rather intently at the door, considering there were no real areas she might be able to gain some proper privacy. The faint aura of awkwardness that came with the situation however, was vaguely amusing, and despite the awful situation the two of them were in at that moment, he had to fight to hold back a laugh at the embarrassing situation they had both suddenly ended up in, during a far more trying time.

He barely even heard her coming towards him until he saw her figure slip past him. He took a moment, looking over her new outfit, and found himself awestruck yet again. It didn't matter what Aziza wore, every time he saw her in a different outfit, and indeed, just every time he saw her, he was again taken aback by her incredible beauty. He had been about to speak up in a reply when he felt her lips press against his, the sergeant not hesitating for a moment as he leaned back into it, closing his eyes as he savoured the kiss for a few long moments. "That's already more than enough thanks, Aziza..." He smiled with a chuckle, attempting, at least slightly, to lighten the mood.

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William Drake

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Location: The Egyptian Museum

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The look on Vera's face as William entered was not lost on the man, and he made his way towards the stacks, intending to conduct his research, and ideally slip away and be done before either of them would make any major scene for the displeasure of the other women in Vera's office. He was pleased to get by without any words said towards him, believing the ladies were content to ignore his transgression as he began to search for the information he desired in the stacks.

That was until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. He didn't have to turn to know who it was, but he did anyway after a brief sigh. Seeing Vera storming towards him, determination and venom in her eyes, William braced himself for the lecture he was likely to be given, attempting to prepare some reasonable excuse for why he had returned. Then of course, she tripped. His arms flying out, William caught hold of Vera's shoulders, but not before she collapsed into his chest, his efforts merely holding her there and stopping her from falling as he looked down at her. He could have said something snarky, something to rile her up like he usually did, but he thought better of it, instead, he watched her with a genuine sort of concern. "Are you alright, Vera?"

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working on a post now, been bedridden the past few days so apologies for its lateness.

Silver Falls

@Morose

Day 7 hun, need a post soon.

@Zoey White

Olson got no reply over the radio, so she'll have to wait and see if she's getting any backup.

Silver Falls

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@Mike73@Nallore@FantasyChic@Morose@Zoey White@S0up

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The Lumber Mill: Mariana's search turns up little in terms of what she's looking for, strangely enough, there are no traces of sulfur or any indication of demonic possession. What she does notice is that the still-open eyes of some of the workers are bloodshot and reddened, however by all accounts appearances seem to suggest the workers attacked eachother for seemingly no reason. Outside while searching the truck, Olson manages to spot a faint glimmer of metal under the driver's seat, however before she can investigate it, she hears footsteps behind her. Luckily, the officer is quicky enough to duck out of the way as a fire axe slams down past where her head had been, lodging itself into the passenger seat. Standing on the other end of it is a mill worker, eyes crazed and mouth frothing as he yanks the axe free.

Outside the Community Center: Before long, the only individuals left outside are the men in suits and the two girls. The men cast a few long looks over in their direction, expressionless faces revealing nothing as they quietly watch the girls. After a few moments, they seem to forget the girls are even there, beginning to climb into the Escalade, hidden behind its black windows as the car begins to drive off, back towards town. The girls are left with little to take from the situation, but progressively, the strange smell fades, and they are both left with a strange, significant hunger for whatever food they can get their hands on.

August Street: Jennifer's time at home is quiet for a while, she's able to get herself some food, sit down and relax without any incident. For a time, Jennifer is able to relax as if nothing outside was going on, as if Lucy Taylor had never been murdered and the dark happenings had skipped over Silver Falls entirely. This doesn't last long however. First, she hears a loud crash outside on the street, moments later, the TV cuts off and the lights in her home go out as the power goes out. If she peers out in the street she can see a white sedan has crashed into the power poles, the man in the front seat falling out as he wrestled with a young woman who'd been in the passenger seat, the two choking and punching at eachother, despite their severe injuries from the crash.

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Donald Baker

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Location: Silver Falls Community Center

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The hall itself was quiet, aside from the bits and pieces of Donald and Scarlett's conversation, Richard could hear next to nothing in the eerily quiet community center, now as silent as the grave. The area off to the side where Donald and Scarlett stood was far different, considering the young ladies insistence on hearing her own voice. Donald nodded professionally as she spoke, jotting down occasional notes as she spoke, but clearly not taking down everything she said. His eyes were intently focused on her as she spoke, a fool could have mistaken it for staring, but each flick of his eyes was done with deep intention, reading the woman as she spoke.

Donald had learn to read people in the FBI, in a way it was exactly his job. Normally he figured anyone so eager to connect herself with the deceased was likely to have some hand in the murder, but he knew in his heart this wasn't the case with Scarlett, though he knew as well that she was not one to be trusted from how she spoke and held herself. He nodded as Scarlett finished her small testimony, making a few mental notes. Tacoma could have led this to being something drug-related, but Donald's previous experience her made him consider otherwise, there was far, far more to this investigation, but he didn't know what.

The fact of Scarlett's relations was curious to Donald, but he knew better than to make connections on such a vague and distant relation. Still, a serial killer's great-grandaughter was not something to be treated lightly. "Just one more question, miss Cromwell, and it's somewhat of an odd one..." He paused, as if to consider the question before he spoke it. "Was Lucy, or anyone she may have known for that matter, connected with... Supernatural dealings, lets say?" He queried, unaware of the irony in who he asked this question to. The question did carry down the hall to Richard's ears however, whether or not he would make anything of it...