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I have a rough draft for my final due this week and the final is due next week. My replies will be slow for a bit. Bare with me.
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I won't be joining this one. Hmu for your next rp @Punished GN.
@GN FOREVER Can Ki run out? Like if a Nomad uses too much in a day, will it deplete? Or is it a forever running battery? And is it possible for objects to block a Nomad's ability to sense Ki?
I'm always up for a GN rp.


Georgie didn't have the energy nor the will to be bothered by Sabrina's passive aggressiveness. Had she been in her shoes, she would've left her at home and went about her own business. She didn't ask for anyone to come looking for her and drag her out of bed. She looked down pointedly at Sabrina's hand on her wrist. She didn't appreciate the hold and wiggled her arm halfheartedly to get her to let go. Seemed like Sabrina was determined not to let her go. Not after stating that the wiccans were coming. She went along with Sabrina dragging her out of the room in a hurry.

"Considering how far the wiccans most likely live from here, I'm sure we have plenty of time to get gone," she said, yanking her wrist out of Sabrina's hand. She kept up as fast as she could on clumsy drunken feet following a six foot four woman on a mission. They got the garage and Georgie made a feet from the door, closer to the car, when an orange bolt of lightning crashed outside the garage revealing the Triple Goddess and all her ugly glory.

"Christ!" she yelled, nearly jumping out of her skin. She scrambled to the front of the car, using it as a shield.

"GIVE ME MY BROTHER, THE GODDESS COMMANDS YOU!"


Georgie crouched down, the car protecting her from the wind. Sabrina hit and crashed into the wall.

"Brina!" she yelled over the howling wind.

Blood trickled down out of Sabrina's mouth. Georgie kept low, waiting to rush to her side, but she didn't know if the goddess would attack them again.

"If you release my brother," The Triple Goddess said. "I will spare you and leave Araminta in peace. Even releasing my grasp on the cult."

That was a bad deal. Georgie couldn't five fucks about the cult. They made their bed. And as far as she was aware, the goddess had nothing to do with the curse. Whether the goddess stayed or went, if Georgie couldn't leave without turning into stone then her life was still on hold and her goals further from her grasp.

"If you don't; I will make your last moments on this earth as painful as possible. Then I will kill your family and destroy everything you know and love," She paused again, before she added, with every voice speaking at once. "Make your ch-"

How this goddess managed to get anyone to join her cult with threats like that, further proved her point that the cult were full of idiots that didn't know their heads from their asses. With the goddess distracted by something outside, Georgie rushed to Sabrina's side. Everyone else came out of no where, but she wasn't going to complain about there being more hands to handle the goddess.

"Back in the house," she said, holding Sabrina's arms as she stood.

"We got this, just get out of here!" Justin said.

“Let me help you out before-” Oscar started.

At the same time Georgie said, "Help her to the ca-"

Both were interrupted by the goddess pelting the garage with ice. Oscar's rock wall did a good job of protecting them, but she could see him straining. It might not hold. They're all going to die here for this damn skull, but she couldn't let the goddess have it.

"Oscar, make sure she gets to the hospital," she said, the she let go of Sabrina and conjured a portal into the Garden on the floor right beneath her own feet. She sank into her flowers, closing the portal behind her. She instantly got a headache from opening and close the portal so fast, but that's a small price to pay to keep the skull from getting to the goddess. She hoped everyone outside would handle it or she'll be coming back to corpses.
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Georgie didn't much care for whatever Sabrina had to say. She can spew whatever nonsense about not hating her and loving her all she wants, but she doesn't believe for a moment that it's true. There's only one thing she said that got Georgie off the floor.

If we just pull together, we can solve this and never have to deal with this again. So... just open the door and come with me. We need you."

She could careless if they needed her, but she needed this curse gone to get back to her life. She used the bed to drag herself off the floor. It took her a moment to stumble to the door, but she opened it for Sabrina. Bits of vomit stained her nightgown and covered her mouth.

"It wasn't locked."

She kept it short, letting her into the dark room, before going to the en suite bathroom. The bright lights gave her a headache, but pushed forward to the shower and turned it on. Cold water hit her scalp and drenched her hair. It woke her up, giving her the energy she needed to get her arse moving. She turned it off, wrapped a towel around her hair, then brushed her teeth and washed her face at the sink. Once refreshed, she undressed in her room, no qualms about being mostly naked in front of Sabrina. She changed back into her black sweater with roses on the sleeves, a black skirt, and wool tights.

"Where are we bloody going and what's the plan?" she asked, putting on her snow boots and winter coat. She grabbed a comb from the sink, combing out the kinks and wet curls. She pulled her hair up into bun on top of her head and hoped she didn't get a cold from wet hair in the winter.
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Or rather, Georgie almost fell asleep. A loud pounding on her door startled her. She sat up, heart pounding and breathless. Were they being attacked again? Though, she suspected the wiccan would blow another hole through the mansion and wouldn't bother knocking on the door.

"Georgie, can we talk?" Sabrina called through the door.

A familiar voice, one she didn't want to hear any time soon since she yelled at her before. Sabrina's never yelled at her before. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, it hurt and shocked her and made her cry. She's not a little girl anymore. There's no one she can cry to when she's sad or scared. She hasn't had a shoulder since she moved to London a decade ago. No one was there for her when she needed them, so she doesn't need anyone now.

"What's there to talk about? I hate it here. Everyone hates me. Leave me 'lone!" she yelled, accent thick in her drunken slur.

She leaned down for her house shoe. A wave of dizziness came over her from her sudden position change. She fell off the bed, creating a loud thud.

"Ow," she groaned.

The fall didn't stop her from her mission. She grabbed the shoe and lobbed it at the door.

"S'en aller!" she tried to yell again, but her words were cut off by her vomiting up all she's drank in the last thirty minutes. She head hurt, her stomach hurt. Drinking on an empty stomach was a mistake and she didn't make mistakes. She retched over and over, holding her stomach. She didn't have the strength to make it off the floor to bathroom, so she sat there and suffered. This was the worst night of her life.


Georgie went to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and took out a bottle of sweet white wine. Not her drink of choice. In London, beers and harder drinks are the norm in pubs. On the rare occasions her ex got her out of the house, she'd knock back a few and get trashed, but that wasn't her goal tonight. She needed something to take the edge off the day and a wine to keep her warm, but won't knock her on her arse will do the trick. She popped open the bottle with the wine opener, then poured it into her thermos. It mixed with the tea and that might be an awful combination, but she's had worse swell. Lucien wasn't known for his taste in pubs.

A little less than half the bottle was left, so she took it with her in case she needed a refill, then she made her way down the ruined hallway, passed wrecked living room, then stopped when she got the library. Should she go to her room and drink herself to sleep or should she study all she can about whatever monsters James came across during his life? She decided to go to bed. She cared about the situation earlier, but her efforts were futile. They're all going to get themselves killed. Whatever. No skin off her nose. She took a large gulp of her tea and wine concoction. The sweet alcoholic taste of wine mixed with the Earl Grey tea wasn't the best combination, but not the worst she's had. Not like she cares.

She went upstairs to the East Wing where her room was, happy it's on the opposite end of the mansion to the living room. She downed another gulp of tea and wine and kicked off her boots. The liquor warmed her and made her slightly tipsy. She hasn't eaten in hours, so the wine hit harder than it usually would. She changed into her flannel floral nightgown, then laid down in bed, wrapped in her covers. She pressed her face into the pillow and cried. She wants to go home. She wants her life back. She hates it here. Everything was fine, then James did something to wreck everything. Even in death, he's a piece of shit. Crying and drinking hit her hard. She fell asleep before she realized it.


Georgie took a sip of her tea and pretended that Sabrina yelling at her for the first time in ever didn't rattle her. Not much shook her resolve and made her want to break down, but she held it together. She sat up straighter and schooled her face, completely stoic. No more smiles or little smirks. She's over this.

"I doubt you can take on more than one of them," what's his face said.

"I'm sure I didn't ask you to be concerned for my wellbeing. I'll handle myself," she said.

And if she died trying, then so be it. The claustrophobicness of their situation had been weighting on her for weeks. James's death still heavy in her heart. Her schooling on hold, because she can't continue her program overseas. Too much going wrong when everything had gone right, for the most part, for about decade now. She didn't know how to handle it and she didn't want to. Not even Patty calling her full name bothered her right now. It's about time for her to have a mental breakdown anyway. A good cry to settle her emotions and relieve her of some of the stress from her circumstances.

“Well this family already has one mistake. I wouldn’t want to make another,” Tinsel said.

Georgie couldn't even take joy in her obvious display of nerves. She'll think about this later and laugh about it to herself. Probably bring it up to jab her with, but for now, she settled on keeping her response short.

"We're all mistakes, Tinsel."

She set her thermos on the floor beside her chair, then stood and reached for the skull Arabelle handed over. She almost cracked a smile at Arabelle's huffiness towards Tinsel, but she kept her expression schooled. She never had much opinion about Arabelle. She did her work well and didn't annoy her. She could respect someone, outside the family, that also didn't like Tinsel. Most of the town kissed that woman's arse on the regular. Quite peculiar and disgusting.

“What is this Garden, anyways? Is it what you call your abstraction?” Arabelle asked. Her voice quiet to keep it between the two of them.

"Yes. It's my own personal dimension where I control and manipulate everything in it." She took the skull and opened a portal to the Garden big enough for the skull to fit inside. She let Arabelle have a little look inside, then tossed the skull in where the soil absorbed it, losing it in the fields.

Even with a portal that small, it strained her like trying to pull something heavy. She quickly closed it and sat down for a bit of a breather and drank more of her tea. It took a few minutes for her to feel normal. With her part of the plan complete, there was no other reason for her to stick around.

"I assume you all know how to keep mum about where the skull is?" She sounded it skeptical. Too many people know where it is, so someone was bound to fuck it up somehow. "Though, I'm sure some of you would be happy to get rid of me, I digress. I'll be in my room if you need me."

She slid opened the door into the kitchen, then turned back.

"Don't need me for any reason. If any of you die on this mission, I don't want to hear about it." And with that, she officially took her leave.

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