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"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

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"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

VV

Hospital Wing

_{@Wayward, @Qia}

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The administrator looking over their four gurneys watched with hawkish eyes. So far, there were an even amount of ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Before she addressed the rebellious spirit of A, she turned to VV.

“And you? Will you go or refuse me?”

VV glanced at D, seeing his reassuring smile. Would they really be okay if they went out and did this? Who knew how dangerous it would be. After all, there must have been a reason this powerful organization was sealed underground.

Vv's lips pursed, eyes narrowing in thought, before she finally gave a short, “Yes. I'll go.”

Pia, however, had taken a page from A's book.She had that scared, resolute look on her face. That refusal to move, to budge.

“I'm… I'm not going.”

The administrator stared at Pia for a long moment, before she shrugged, and stepped up to the woman. A small needle appeared in her hand, which swiftly found itself embedded in Pia's neck. Pia yelped, a hand rushing to the puncture site.

With a cold, grim smirk, the administrator withdrew the needle and took a step back. Pia stared in shock, not comprehending, before a look of horror shadowed her face. She began to convulse on the bed, little whimpers escaping her lips, before she stilled, eyes glazing over.

VV stared in shock. Her eyes blinked frantically at Pia, before turning to the administrator.

“What… what have you done?”

The administrator shrugged with that cold smile still on her face. “I don't need all of you. If I have to kill off the ones who refuse to comply, I will. Or I'll find other means to ensure compliance…”

The administrator gestured with her chin down the hall. Attendants came immediately, carting away Pia's gurney. Her lifeless body swaying against the movement.

Attendants, in their blue scrubs, also approached VV and D. VV immediately flinched at their touch, unsure of what to expect. But she relaxed when she realized they only meant to free them. The cuffs were removed from D and VV, and the administrator gestured with a hand.

“Come stand by me, Umbra's champions. I will clothe you, feed you, and give you all the tools you'll need to win.”

VV gave a look to D, before she crawled off her gurney and moved to stand by the administrator. Dressed as VV was in a hospital gown like the rest of them, a change of clothes would be welcome before venturing out into… well, whatever remained of the world.

The administrator turned to D specifically. “For you I have a special tool. Something that will fit nicely in your hands, and show off that strength you have. The Wilds won't stand a chance, I'm afraid.” She said with that cold, calculated grin.

Then she turned to A, still trapped on her gurney. “Your friends have done the sensible thing. Why don't you join them? Give up this senseless rebellion, and take up your destiny.”

The administrator turned to VV and D. “Why don't you convince her?”

VV pursed her lips, glancing at A. Her expression was a mixture of fear, before it softened. “A, we've done everything together, we can do this too. I just…” She ran a stressed hand through her short hair. “I don't want anything bad to happen to you… Come with us. It'll be okay, I promise.”

VV swallowed hard, staring intently at A, before she turned to D. “Back me up, D.”

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

The House on the Hill

Interactions: Jack (@Blizz), Linqian (@FernStone), Adora/Ruby (@Shin Ghost Note)

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”What you’re hearing there is Naomi Rodgers talking to me. I had to step in to keep her from attacking. That was right before the Wolfpack arrived. Britney can tell you she wasn’t up to anything great.”

Stormy

”Thank you. Naomi is entirely innocent regarding the death of Alizeé, as I am certain the House of Card’s spy knows, since she was clearly present.”

Jack

Luna pocketed her phone, keeping her mouth firmly shut. Layla was looking between the three of them, a bit at a loss for words.

Was she, in fact, wrong?

The doubt showed on Layla's porcelain face. Sure, she might have had mixed feelings regarding Stormy, and even more mixed emotions regarding Jack. But that was already two against one. And she knew she couldn't float on a word all by herself.

”A bunch more of us would be fucking dead if it wasn't for their healer. So step the fuck back.”

Linqian

Layla's jaw dropped a little, looking directly at Linqian. “You… really mean that, Jea-jie…?”

She was looking like a child that got admonished by a parent, and her cheeks flushed slightly. The doubt coloring her face increased, her brows furrowing.

”Layla is not Sycamore. She is associated with the Temple.”

Jack

Before her doubt got erased by rage as Jack mentally slapped her across her face. Her ears were practically ringing as she stared daggers at him.

"Heeey! Let's go outside so we can chill out! Okay? Okay!

Adora

Layla flinched as she felt Adora's hands on her. She resisted, wanting to take another step towards Jack, trying to raise her hands.

“I am Sycamore, you sonofabitch.” She growled, baring her teeth.

Before she let the Adoras have their way, and cart her angry face outside.

”Luna, how the fuck can you be all 'Not now' then be all for it?! You know exactly what you are doing, you shady bitch!"

Adora

Luna stared back cooly at the Adoras, before a glimmer of a grimace crossed her features. She turned away from the four of them as they left, instead taking up her station behind the bar again. Her hands were instantly busy with glasses, making another drink for herself.

She hummed to herself, before she addressed Ruby. ”Sorry about that. The girl's had it hard. I'm Luna but uh… I think you good folks already know all about me.”

"The fact that she's jumping up and down for someone that clearly doesn't fuck with them is just sad.”

Ruby

That was the last thing Layla heard before one of the Adora's shut the door, and the four of them were outside.

Layla was gritting her teeth, teetering between rage and grief, hands clenched tight. Before her eyes squeezed shut, and she tried to hide her face from the Adoras watching, feeling the heat behind her eyes turning into unbidden, bitter and emotional tears.

"You can let go of me, I'm good.” She said in a tight, wobbly voice, desperately trying to keep the tears out of her tone.

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@WhiteAngel25 It's perfect! Your post was amazing to read!

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

The clues look great, Lexi!

If anyone is having any issues with the clues and puzzles, feel free to reach out to Lexi or I in DM's or the OOC.

Vertigo has also let me know they should have their CS ready by this wendesday. :)

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

@Silver Carrot No worries, thanks for playing with us.

It's now my turn to post, I'll aim to have something up today or tomorrow.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

”Layla is not Sycamore."

Gonna make little Layla cry with that one. Nice post.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Do I wanna know? o.o;

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

The House on the Hill

Interactions: Todd (@Aeolian), Ruby (@Shin Ghost Note)

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"It's good to see you too, Aislin,"

Todd

Aislin grinned warmly, happy to have reunited with a friend. As Greenwood situated themselves and started talking with the gathered group, Aislin went fishing in her backpack. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small wooden case that had the faint smell of kush on it. To any savvy toker, they'd realize it was a discreet one-hooter.

“Want some?” She asked, shaking it in her hand lightly like it was a pile of candy.

Don't mention them. Tell the coven and they kill us all. Hold your tongue. The only threats are Father Wolf, 8th Street and the Wolfpack. We can talk later.

Anya

A muscle ticked in Luna's jaw as she stared at Anya.

Wasn't planning on it.

Not that she would assume Anya could read the thought back, but she thought it anyway. A part of her would be more intrigued by the thought of Anya actually being able to transfer thoughts, if she wasn't so annoyed.

Those sons of bitches that took her Mother would get it, one way or another. They were obsessed with Sycamore more than she was, and she was love-sick. There was no doubt in her mind they had been harassing Clancy. But a photo would have made it one-hundred percent assured.

Harassing. Hah. If harassing entailed murderous intentions. That was just how Dollhouse operated.

"If not... then the Sycamore Tree Coven has some blanks I'd like filled. Tell me about ya'll. Your names. What you can do. What you have done."

Ruby

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Layla stood there silently, feeling the weight of Luna's hands on her shoulders, trying to count her breaths. Ruby had told her they'd talk later. That this could wait.

All she could think of was the nonsensical-ness of a face pristine by magic, even though it was a gunshot to the brain that caused the death. How strange it was to see a face that appeared to be sleeping, but you knew, deep down, they would never be getting up off that metal table. How cruel it was to hear the brokenness of an apparition as they said their final goodbyes. An apparition that knew only hate, strength, and domination, but was broken, absolutely broken at their other half, their human counter part, taken from them.

The unfairness of it.

The lack of accountability as Greenwood pranced in here, despite being monsters. Especially Naomi. The lack of concern. The narcissism.

Did Alizée not matter?

Was everyone just going to brush her death under the rug, without pushing for justice by the ones who were truly responsible?

Layla gritted her teeth, shrugging Luna's hand off her shoulders.

"I can't believe you. All of you.”

Her eyes narrowed at Ruby.“You're harboring a member that's directly responsible for getting our Coven into a fight with the Wolfpack, and causing one of our members to die. And you're acting like that’s ‘no big deal’, like ‘we can talk about it later’, like I'll hush up like a good little bitch and let you just walk this one off!”

Luna’s eyes widened, before her face settled into a neutral mask.

Layla continued. “I may not have been there, but I've got the memories of an apparition who’s life was destroyed after what you did. I know how Naomi egged her on, how Alizée was getting ready to leave, before Naomi fired her up and served her up to Wolfpack on a silver platter!”

She jerked her chin toward Luna, and growled, “Play what you have, spy.”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “I don't-”

Layla stamped her foot, her face twisting to glare at Luna head on. Luna stared back for a long moment, before she shrugged, pulled out her phone, scrolled, and played an audio file. Distorted, like she had taken it from a distance. The voice playing was none other than Naomi.

"You motherfuckers think you can do all this shit, try to fuckin' kill our friend, then try to kill us for trying to stop you from killing our friend, and then just up and leave.”

Recording of Naomi

Luna moved her finger on her screen, and cut a little further into the recording.

"I'm not sure if she's a part of your Coven, but you guys really need to get her on a leash because, trust, there are lots of people in St. Portwell who would have done a lot worse to her.”

Recording of Naomi

Layla fumed, staring hard at Ruby while the recording played. As it finished, she waved her arm at Luna’s phone. “Naomi said it herself. Alizée was getting ready to leave. She knew Alizée was easy to anger, she knew Wolfpack was on the way. She knew everyone needed to leave, else suffer. And what did she do?!”

Layla curled her little hands into fists. “It's her fault Alizée is dead. Naomi goes, or I refuse to acknowledge this alliance.”

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

@Izurich Okay, that's perfect then! I'll add her to the Coven list today.