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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: The Wizard's Tower

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Myth was feeling a bit overloaded with everything going on, so she was thankful that her husband took control and transported them all over to the tower, with their things. She played with the puppy a bit more before she stood up and inched her way over to get ready. She had a dress picked out and it fit beautifully with what she had in mind. The dress itself was white with light tan fur on it. It was big enough to fit her and her bump, but enough to still give her a figure. She chose this dress because it crossed both her worlds. Her past and her village and her new future life with Bruce.

She was working on her hair as Runa, Halley, and Astrid were helping her. "I have given it some thought. I would take Bruce's input, but I was thinking of naming him after my father, Halden. Sort of to preserve his legacy since he can't be here with me today." Myth had been holding it together, but she knew her father would have loved to see her getting married. Granted, she wasn't sure how he would take her marrying a literal god, but the fact she was happy and would have a son would have made him proud.

She began to cry as she wiped her tears away quickly. "Gods, I don't want to ruin my face. Happy tears, I assure you. Or I am going insane, not sure which yet."

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Witch's Road

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Fleur had spent some time along the Witch's Road. It was a useful gift as it allowed her to view and communicate with the past. If she were to solve the mystery, it was her best lead. It always left her feeling cold, granted she was never really dressed for the weather. Still, she felt another presence almost instantly as she manifested along the road.

The witch herself appeared dressed in scarlet. Fleur felt she looked intimidating and powerful, but red was not her color. "I could say the very same thing, granted I did not expect anyone right away. I am Fleur La Mallificum, Witch Messiah in my time. I have come here to investigate a recent event in my home where two Magyk users were killed but did not leave behind a ghost. I do not suppose any of what I am saying makes sense, but I am here to investigate. I believe this may lead to a Sicknesse that is plaguing my home currently. Anyone who uses Magyk gets more ill. But where are my manners? Who am I speaking to?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: The Playground -> Cargo Hold Trainng Ground
Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat

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Before she could stop her, Novikova stormed off and Tinley couldn't blame her. Her friend was stuck in the Quantum realm and everyone around her was talking about attacking a bank. Granted, Tinley knew the importance of this mission. It would significantly impair HYDRA's funding. What really irked her was that Kennedy had a head start. They would now have to go in quicker, meaning more room for errors.

"They're right Agent Renroir, your skills are invaluable. It would take the average person significantly longer to find that information, back door open or not. See if you can gather all relevant details and send them my, Hawkeye's and Cassandra's way. We'll get together in a bit and go over our plan of attack. If anyone needs me, I have a lot to vent out in the training area."

She left the group and changed into workout gear and attacked a training dummy. She was angry at how stupid she was to miss a mole. She was also angry at losing Sparky and Raynor to the Quantum Realm. And she felt guilty about Novikova. The last mission was horrendous, the next one had to be better.

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Tempest Renroir

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Location: The Playground
Skills: N/A

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Tempest had never been complimented so many times before. She kind of liked it! She wiped an imaginary tear from her eye, [color==841536]"Golly gee, guys, you sure know how to make a gal feel needed. I'll have that information for you quickly. I'm going to root around some more and see if I can find anything else. Also, I'd like to keep an eye on it as I said. I'm going to attempt to track it on my phone so if these plans change, it will message me. Hopefully, we'll attack before then."[/color]

With that, Tempest got to work sending the info to the relevant parties and keeping an eye on Creed's plans, should they change due to Kennedy's influence. The amount of backstabbing that seemed to go around these parts worried her a bit, but most of the team seemed capable of dealing with it. Hell, they had a mind reader/influencer and someone who could read heartbeats. If another mole wanted to come through, they would have a hell of a time.

The Gifted - Concluded

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Leighton Brooks

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Location: Target
Skills N/A

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Leighton playfully flipped her hair, "I don't know. The glasses kind of peg you as a geek, and the band-aids aren't helping your case, but I could be wrong. I'm Leighton, by the way." She checked the racks, not really interested in buying anything here. She almost forgot why she was here and that she was in a....Target. "So, do you live around here? I'm only visiting myself."

She pulled out her phone to check the time. She had time to kill since she had been forcibly kicked out of the boutique. She had to remember to call her family's lawyer later and get that place sued. The sheer audacity that had to peg her as a freak. She wanted to go back there and say more, but she knew the police would be there soon and she didn't want to get tangled with the law.

Plus she had this kind of cute guy to shamelessly flirt with before she got back to important matters.

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

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Elite Deck Lounge -> Elite Deck Outside
Skills: N/A

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Josephine would have been happy to have it end there. Mahendra seemed to be getting help from someone who also jumped overboard (why everyone felt the need to go into the water was beyond her). What worried her more was the break-ins. If Vera was burgled, then she must have been as well. She had valuable things in her cabin! Stuff she didn't want others to see before it was ready. She was eager to come along, but she did not want to go alone. It wasn't so much out of fear (she was not some damsel in distress, after all), but she was also eager to continue her evening with Mr. Reddish.

What she hadn't accounted for was the piercing cry of the man (though she did block her ears again due to his warning). In the next few moments, it was as if time slowed down and she saw Vera stumble back and clip the railing and fall over. She was not the speedy type (plus, heels), but she unblocked her ears and ran over to the edge of the ship. "Vera! Oh my goodness! Help! We have a woman overboard. Women and children first and all that! Quickly, someone save her!"

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Faye Masterson

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Location:Main Deck
Skills: N/A

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No one had addressed her personally, but she overheard that someone was tending to the man who fell and she felt relief. She didn't want to imagine what it was like. The water was probably so cold or uncomfortable. Who knew what was in those waters also. She was content to go back to her own room and forget this evening. Tomorrow would be a new day and she could get to work on researching for their destination.

And then she heard that scream. That same scream she heard before. What man could possess vocal chords that strong to unleash such hell was beyond her, but then she heard more cries. And this time, it was from the other end. Someone else had fallen over? And a woman no less! She quickly walked over to where she heard the shout and the screams. "We have another one overboard? IS she ok? Can she swim? She addressed no one in particular, but she was getting more worried now. Three people in the water over the span of a few minutes? This did not bode well.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Ramada Inn -> Car Rental Place
Skills:N/A

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Priya lightly brushed her nose where the bruise was. "I have make-up for it already, I just didn't bother. There's no reason for it. I think it makes me look tougher and that can be used to my advantage. Or at least garner some sympathy." She followed Riley past the desk and nodded her head in passing to the receptionist. Riley was rather friendly with her. It could be a Midwestern thing vs her New York upbringing, or perhaps Riley had a thing for her. Maybe it was even the hero's complex. Who knew?

Inside the car rental place, they walked over to a busy looking man doing a crossword. She overheard him as Riley spoke to him about their car. She was eager to get back on the road. "I believe the word you are looking for is resurrection." She waited for the man to acknowledge them and proceed with their car, all the while she debated on whether to call her partner or not. He would be meeting up soon.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: On the Open Sea - Main Deck -> Kitchen
Skills: Language -English

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Colette felt a bit of a coolness from Monsieur Kildragon when he addressed her. She assumed he would be as willing to look into the matter as her, but his mind seemed elsewhere. She had anticipated including him in her quest to locate Millicent and look into the matter of why everyone seemed to want to find her, but perhaps she would go about it alone if this was how he intended to act. He saved her life after all, she was thankful, but weren't manners a thing? At least pretend, as so many upper class often did.

She took the man's arm once offered and followed him into the kitchen. It was quaint, about what one expected from a ship of this size. She sat at the table. Truth be told, she hadn't eaten all day. Add on the fact she was propelled off her previous ship and then rescued only to enter a sparring match with the captain. She was VERY hungry. Did she abandon manners and lie or tell the truth in the hopes of being fed rather well.

"I am quite hungry. I have not eaten all day and recent events have left me even more so. Whatever you have will suffice, I do not wish to take what resources you have for you and yours." In truth, her hunger won over courtly manners. She wasn't even at court anyway!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Debutante Blush

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Location: Balcony -> Front State Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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In truth, the upstairs seemed to be grander than the floor below. That could be because she had climbed an awful lot of steps and she was now delirious. Be that as it may, she was thankful the trek was nearing its end. Her questions to the woman had not gone unanswered, but the answers themselves left her wanting a touch more. What was it with this place and the locked lips? She knew in her time around that servants were often loose with regards to their masters. Mainly to each other, of course, but often if there was someone who wished to know more, they were quite open.

The woman returned her own question back at her and Blush had to admit, it quite annoyed and pleased her. "No, I suppose not. One is entitled to one's secrets, I suppose. Can't blame a girl for trying though, can you love? Though I would argue that your master would not allow anyone wandering about if that chap Jesper has anything to say about it, given the fact he was rather cross with us when we first entered. To be expected, I am sure, having a large number of strangers greet you at the door."

She was growing quite bored now. She wished something happened. Where was a rocket chair when one needed it? "So, we are up here now. Why was I to be brought up here then?"

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Faith REALLY wanted to investigate Peter's grave. Regardless of who else wished to see it, she knew in her gut that it was a good lead. The girls were odd, to be sure, but she doubted anything would come from investigating them. As far as she knew, they were just part of the recently admitted circus. "I really want to investigate the grave, Bart. I have a feeling it is really important. I know the others want to as well, but more eyes the better right? And if it doesn't pan out, we can then investigate those spooky girls. Ok?"

Faith was about to address Andromeda, but Bart's decision to not check out the grave caused her to leave. Faith had no problem with the girl, despite the fact that she desperately needed the sun (though it was probably too late for that now). "Well shoot, there she goes. Whatever, she can meet us up later if she wants. I went to you Bart because out of everyone here you are the one I trust the most. Or rather, the one I know I can work with without wanting to strangle them. Up to you, but I think the grave is a sure thing."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: Outside

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Allison had followed Ayita outside to meet the mysterious guest. She had never met the previous Xmen before (at least, those outside of the current residence) but she knew of them. She knew who Storm was before Mary even had to introduce. "Yes, I know who she is. It is an honor to meet you Storm. Or do you prefer Ms. Munroe? Sorry, I am a bit surprised to see you." It was not as much as meeting THE Tony Start, but they were celebrities in their own way, especially to other mutants.

In a flash, two more were on them. "Is it a reunion or something? Is everyone going to come? Nice to meet you both as well." She wasn't sure if Remy was referring to them as babies, but she would let it go due to the man's extreme handsomeness and for the fact Rogue kind of scared her. In a good way.

She hadn't paid much attention to Ayita until she noticed the woman playing with...kittens? Ayita was not one to showcase extreme emotion, but the very fact she was holding a cat, let along fawning over it (in her own way) made Allison feel mushy inside. "Aww look at the preciousness! They are so cute!"

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Sara Grey

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Location: Library - Ground Floor

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Sara chuckled lightly. "Yeah, they are a bit weird. Then again, couples tend to be weird." She moved over to her original seat and sat down, looking over at Neil now that she got him to open up more, even just a little bit. "I obviously wouldn't make you showcase if you didn't want to, but you got serious talent there. I think others would appreciate it, but that's just my two cents."

She noticed that the others hadn't come back yet. "They've been gone a bit. Hopefully it isn't for anything bad. Want to go find them or stick around and plot against them in the campaign?" she asked with a sly grin. She had almost forgotten they were in the middle of a game before everyone ran off to different ends.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Millicent Clarke - Major NPC

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Millicent Clarke

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Character Summary

Name: Millicent Clarke
Darke Name:

• Tnecillim
• Etaceh
• Aivirt

Age: Immortal
Birthday: December 14
Gender: Female
Position: Former Prostitute/Assassin, Current Bearer of Hecate

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Appearance

Height: 5'7''
Weight: 122 lbs
Build: Slim and Curvy
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown, Long, Straight
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ear piercing on both ears.

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Psychology

Captivating * Deceitful

Personality:
Millicent knows what she wants and is not afraid to pursue those, even if it means stepping over others. Living a life that bent towards the will of others, most notably men, she had learned to captivate those around her and have them do her bidding for a change. She rarely holds friends and is not easy to trust. Her word should be taken with a grain of salt, but it is so compelling.

Since bearing Hecate, Millicent has not changed much. Knowing she is powerful, she enjoys playing around with others, whether it is through words or actions matters little to her. She is not afraid of telling others how she feels. She holds some heart for the depraved, especially women having been one before. She is out for entertainment and living a long life can lead t extreme boredom.

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History

Millicent doesn't remember much of her mother and father. The bits and pieces that were shared with her were that they were a wealthy family who enjoyed the life of luxury and all it brought with it. They hosted parties, belittled their servants, and were prominent figures in the upper-class social circles. Unbeknownst to most, they rose through the ranks with their group The Monarchs. Though they didn't take part in the acts themselves, they employed The Monarchs to blackmail and, if the need arose, assassinate their targets. It was amazing that they were never caught, but money bought tongues as well as hands. However, they got too big for their britches and betrayed The Monarchs. Never shedding blood of an innocent, their target was a high member of the court who did nothing wrong. The political turmoil from that kill sent a huge wave throughout the city. Hoping to strike big from it, the family tried to mosey in, until The Monarchs got involved and took their pay in blood.

That left Millicent, only 5 years old at the time. Seeing as Millicent was innocent and not part of her family, the Monarchs didn't know what to do with her. One member suggested taking her in and training her in their ways. Not only would they get a young member to mold, but it would be an even bigger slap to the face of the family that betrayed them. However, they couldn't raise a little girl on their own while still doing their jobs. They had to find a suitable home for her. It couldn't be with an upper-class family, for fear they would recognize her. That is when they found Miss Constance. Miss Constance was a Madame in charge of a brothel. She had few ladies working for her. The Monarchs issued their plea to help them. Miss Constance took a liking to the young girl who reminded her of her lost daughter and took her in.

Miss Constance did her best in riding Millicent, giving her an education, the ability to read as well as write, horseback riding, and other subjects to give her a better chance. Miss Constance didn't want the life she led to be an influence, so she made it known to Millicent she was allowed to choose what she wanted. Millicent was caught between two sides. The Monarchs wanted her to become a member of their ranks and Miss Constance, a mother unlike any she had, wanted her to have a life of her own choosing. Millicent decided to have the best of both worlds.

Though against it, at first, Miss Constance soon saw the way men were attracted to Millicent and paid handsomely for her service, especially those of a higher standing. Millicent also made it known to The Monarchs that her profession allowed for to get into places otherwise off-limits to her and that would make it easier to carry out her contracts. Soon, Millicent donned the black mask of Lady Butterfly and set out to work to make a name for herself in the life she chose. Miss Constance need not know.

Since her travels, Millicent lost her life and became a spirit. Under this, she charged after the mysterious flask that contained her essence. Drinking from the flask, she met Hecate and was imbued with her spirit, transforming the former assassin into a godlike being, able to perform amazing feats. She has since traveled the world, seeing time pass and taking matters into her own hands, more or less, when she sees fit.

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Abilities

• Mystiokinesis
• Necromancy
• Mist Control
• Umbrakinesis
• Daggers
• Acrobatics