Lady Luck

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Tartarean Strands: Chapter 1

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Date: D-Day of the Collide

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Nothing really to add to this round here. I will suggest to make sure to double check character sheets for personalities and such like usual try to use your skills. Those from PE: remember it's been less than a day for most of you since you found out Eve left, and at most like 5-6 days: so personalities and relations that are in the sheets back in the PE topic would still be in play. Might want to give a look and refresh yourselves. Other than that, keep moving forward. ^^ Not a big update, just mostly roll request answers below.

PE Fade Between Bart Mahendra Gio Constantin Kyra	DttS Fade Between Josephine Elizaveta William Faye	DtB Fade Between Mali Nancy Sophia Robert Riley	Soulless Fade Between Vlad Caesar Richard Mosi Lauren	Plains between River & Cave Evelina Faith Andromeda Gilbert Virginia

*Keeping this here for now for quick reference. Other ~Snaps~ will happen, so the list will change as needed.

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Mosi is trying to figure out a few things using her knowledge about the occult. Now, as far as the gardens go, she isn't getting hits on that in her mind. The name Proserpine though she is. Cult following back during the height of Rome Mythology, wine always draws a crowd. Thing is wine isn't what she is known for. Proserpine/Proserpina/Persephone (Rome/Rome/Greece) are most always known for the various abduction tales where she was taken from her mother and drug to the underworld. Tales vary but Hades couldn't find a woman so he went and got one and it is said that she spends part of the year in the underworld and part in the land of the living. (Reason behind seasons.)

Richard is trying to keep an eye out for things. This is probably a good thing to do in general in any area. Especially when you just start jumping and bumping around. Currently there isn't a lot that is sticking out to him anymore than anything else would be. Everything kind of stands out because it is all new but nothing is jumping out going "Hey! LOOK AT ME!" There is the faintest hint of sulfur in the air but it smells more like it is going away, like something was there but hasn't been in sometime. (Like when you open an old chest of clothing and smell the perfume your grandmother wore, before she died, twenty years before.) - Same goes for heading towards the water - everything seems calm for now.

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Nancy is trying to figure out what is going on with her cards because what she is seeing is a first. When it comes to Emendators, having a first after all this time is a rare thing and is bound to raise a lot of questions. As she touches she card, it simply stops moving. If she removes her finger it won't start up again. Seems like touching them just stopped everything. Nancy knows what the cards are trying to tell her, she just doesn't know that she knows yet. Yes, I know confusing but she is missing just a single bit of information and that she won't get well, until she gets it. Right now she is feeling she has gotten everything she can from the cards.

Robert, okay, I love Robert for trying to get a read on Nancy and figure out what her deal is. Thing is, Nancy is like the Riddler. She is a question, wrapped in an enigma, booby trapped inside pinata, set up at the end of a maze. And that's when she is being direct. What you can gain is that she isn't trying to do anything to harm anyone and while what she is doing might make no sense, it seems to have purpose and make sense to her.

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Tartarean Strands: Chapter 1

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Date: D-Day of the Collide

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And so the snapping is complete. There is much more to come. A few notes: Make sure to read carefully. Things are a tad confusing (both by design and just because of the large nature of this). Double check yourself when you are posting, we are all going to make mistakes so call them out if you see them or ask for clarification from each other if needed. No harm in double checking. (Seen just some small mistakes that can blown off by character stress but others could lead to trouble down the road.)

Also, check your characters. I found something the last round when I was typing up a reply. I had a gut reaction to a post and typed it up. Sat on it, and then when I went back to it later scraped it because I realized I was posting from ~me~ and not the ~character~. So this is a good time for all of us to check our character traits. Make sure our characters are responding and more than that thinking like the character would. (I think I have learned that if I have a gut reaction and want to speed out a reply that it is 99% of the time the WRONG thing to say.) So hoping people will learn from me and get back on track if you are off, or at least keep from getting off track.

Please note as well - this is a long term thing. There are plot lines out there, a lot of them. They will all go through slow and fast points. There are also check points for me to watch for before moving on to things. So hang in there. This is laid out as a 9 Chapter RP, could end up being more or could up being less. All depending on game play. So the build will be slow. The character development I hope will be great (both psychologically and skill wise.) Characters are going to go through a lot! So brace for it, it might be painful but as with any good story, the greater the pain the bigger the pay off, ^_~. There will probably be a point where each character is loathed by others, parts where they are loved. (Just like life.) - Don't worry, we'll get through it. Anyways, back to post.

Oh! One more thing! These video? They aren't just there for mood. >.>

PE Fade Between Bart Mahendra Gio Constantin Kyra	DttS Fade Between Josephine Elizaveta William Faye	DtB Fade Between Mali Nancy Sophia Robert Riley	Soulless Fade Between Vlad Caesar Richard Mosi Lauren	Plains between River & Cave Ludwig Faith Andromeda Gilbert Virginia

*Keeping this here for now for quick reference. Other ~Snaps~ will happen, so the list will change as needed.

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Richard is trying to investigate what the hell is going on by looking around the ruins. As he looks he isn't sure what is going on. It does look like it is the ruins of a church but the thing is he isn't finding anything that tells him a denomination, the only thing he is able to find is the symbol of a flower but even that he isn't sure what kind of flower it is. It just doesn't look familiar to him.

Everything else seems to be stable for the time being. The sky is gray. The building, well what is left of it is gray. The waters surrounding the area seems to be not too deep and pretty much seems like you can see the bottom only a few inches to afoot deep. Shouldn't be hard to move through it to some solid ground. Air seems musty and still. It's quiet. Maybe it is a bit too quiet. Like when a parent has toddlers to deal with.

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Nancy, oh Nancy. Only Nancy would break out a deck of cards in the middle of all this. Thing is, a round of cards can reveal so many things. Though before we get to what cards she drew, let's look at the cards themselves. That deck she had? The one she has? Nope, not the same. This deck looks different. It has the same feel, she feels like they are the same, same connection to them, but looking at them the design is very different. Granted so is the place she is in versus the place she had been in. Maybe the cards changed appearance when she arrived just like the location did? Did that mean there was something different in the way the cards would read?

Drawing the first card, the one that represents the past, Nancy turned over The Tower. It represented unwanted change. Okay, that was pretty on the nose. Or maybe it wasn't. The cards themselves didn't always mean what the surface assumption. (As with most things.) The second card she turned over, which represented the present, was Justice. A card that mean cause and effect. Another surface meaning and another perhaps it was deeper than that considering who the other Emendators had met, not that she knew that. The final card she turned was, representing the future, Death. The card that could mean just change. It could mean death. Mortality, severe illness.

Thing was, that wasn't the end. As she had them laid out there in a row: three cards - representing past, present, and future, the started to move. The Tower (past) and Death (future) switch places, while Justice (present) remained in the center. Then the Death card (now representing the past) spun and inverted, changing it's meaning to delayed endings, long terminal illness, living unaware. Something was going on here. The cards switched again, going back to the way they were when she originally drew them, then they would change again. The cards were being far more interactive now than they ever had been.

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Tartarean Strands: Chapter 1

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Date: D-Day of the Collide

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Hello my darlings. Now that you are fully here, welcome to my world. In these lands you are not alone. Or perhaps you are. Perhaps you are more alone now than you ever have been. Strip away everything someone knows, everyone they know, everything they thought they knew and what is left? The very core of you. Will you actually embrace it? Let yourself feel it? Or will you just fall back and refuse to acknowledge it? Only time will tell. Eventually we all become the monster we swore we never would embrace.

Now that you are here, you need to be made aware of the instability of this world. World? Worlds? Hrm, hard to define. Well, no. I know what this place is. I have dwelled here since long before perhaps you even drew breath. It is my home. Defining it for you though? Oh, no Spoilers. First things first, Instability. Everyone is aware I like to shake things up. And now that all the starting guests have arrived, time to meet each other. Oh don't worry you won't meet everyone at once. Perhaps some of you will never meet. But for now...

Let the introductions begin. Below I am sure you have already scanned the list before reading this. It does draw your attention and now you have skipped back to read just what the hell. What the hell is this: Find your characters on the list below, check their location. Some of you have changed places. Some of you have not. Find who is where. Somewhere between your last post and your next you will flicker to the new location. No warning besides what is in the posts below. A toss of the dice, a flip of the coin, a spin of the wheel, a ~snaps her fingers~. Welcome to Thunderdome.

PE Fade Between Bart Mahendra Gio Constantin Kyra	DttS Fade Between Josephine Elizaveta William Faye	DtB Fade Between Mali Nancy Sophia Robert Riley	Soulless Fade Between Vlad Caesar Richard Mosi Lauren	Plains between River & Cave Evelina Faith Andromeda Gilbert Virginia

*Quick Note: From this post - all characters snap at once. So if someone is vanishing from your area, they will just flash out in the blink of an eye. New ones will appear in the blink of an eye. Check your locations, correct your headers. Go back through the previous posts if you are unsure what your location looks like.

When you bip - your character is only aware of the character listed for their zone. They won't know who just bipped out.

Also! Your characters will not know this is coming. They cannot sense it. Don't waste the rolls trying to get them to try to figure it out. Even a perfect roll they wouldn't know. Don't metagame saying they can sense something. They just haven't been there long enough to be able to feel it or sense it.

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Now, Andromeda is thinking back on the things she has learned before everything happened and since they arrived. There is a lot of contradicting things and even those that aren't she is having a hard time putting together. Chalk it up to the scenery suddenly changing again, or a bad roll. You can blame me, my dice are rather fickle from time to time.

As the scenery changes and Gio checks to make sure they are going in the same direction he swears they are. Where he felt the pull for Nancy and Evelina seems steady even though their surroundings changed. Perhaps they just were in an in-between. Like the core of a portal when they landed and now that they have chosen a direction it has shown what that direction truly looks like. Masking the two areas with one that mirrors itself? Does take out the visual aspect of a choice or a destination.

Bart is keeping an eye and an ear out for things. Granted alertness isn't near as keen as the ability that Sophia has but it isn't bad for general things. He is pretty sure that nothing is coming at them right then. The area looks nasty enough but it doesn't look like or sound like anything is headed towards them.

Thing is, doesn't matter what any of them thought. Suddenly as they are walking Andromeda, Gilbert and Sophia vanish from sight. Where they were standing Mahendra and Constantin appear there standing. Kyra appears as well, sitting on the ground with an overly large wolf resting his head in her lap.

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Looking over towards Faye as she spoke, the Baron grinned at her as he popped his cigar back into his mouth and rolled it around between his lips. It wet the dried leaf holding the tobacco in place and he chuckled darkly. "Oh Bebe' what humanity messes up fills this grand universe," he said as he pulled the cigar from his lips and the smoke trailed up thickly around him. "Do you have eternity to share with me? Give me eternity and I will share more than you've dreamt," he added coyly. Faye thinking on these questions and what she has seen so far and what she has read she knows there is a lot of conflicting reading. Some say booze and tobacco could sate him, if he is one. If he is another the only thing he cares about are souls. Even others could just mean he is a general trickster. Others still could mean he is simply a welcoming guide to those that have died.

Oh Josephine was flirting with death as it were and it got the mans attention. Quickly turning his head as he walked. An arm slipped out and slithered over Josephines shoulder, pulling her close to him. his serpent gliding over his arm to his wrist. Its tongue flicking out, tasting the skin on the back of her hand. "Oh I am sure you could Mon Cher. Nothing delights me more than hearing a woman scream." His eyes darted over to Nancy and his grin grew wicked as his eyes flickered with a fire and the smell of something burning wafted to her nostrils alone. Nancy would sense that he is very much like her but there is something vastly different from him than her. It stings when she uses her skill on him, like salt on a wound.

Blinking his eyes went to Mosi as he kept walking, pulling Josephine closer to him in the process. "I would say yes but alas, you will not be with us long little one." His eyes went up and he inhaled deeply before looking back to Nancy and then to Mosi and his grin grew even more, and a grunting chuckle left his lips. "Perhaps I will see you again. Good luck." With that Nancy, Mosi, Richard, Lauren, and Mahendra vanished. Veta and William appearing where they had been standing. "New guests, how wonderful. Our party is getting much more intimate."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Tartarean Strands: Chapter 1

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Date: D-Day of the Collide

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The path has been chosen. Whether or not that is a wise choice has yet to be seen but the lady known as Judgement is now gone as it appears is half the path. You only have one direction to move now. The other direction now is nothing but a void. It is like seeing the end of the universe and truly knowing now what one would mean if they were to say there was nothing there. Impossible to describe but knowing it as soon as you laid eyes on it. The choice was Punishment, Purgatory. Though she way she spoke it could end up being something else depending on how one looked at it. Again, only time would tell.

As the group begins to walk, the road is simple enough and it seems that you are moving towards the tree and birds but the closer you come, the less these things are truly there. They seem to fade away. The fields on either side gave way to something else: to mountains on one side and water in the distance on the other. Greens and blues gave away to darker oranges and reds and blacks. Until they were standing between both, some distance between either, no telling which direction was which anymore. The smell of sulfur was strong in the air and the shadows seemed to move. The nothing void was no longer there as they stood now on red dusty ground. (Gilbert and Gio: Refer to Emendator Chat for more information.)

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Unfortunately for Nancy she really isn't able to glean anything about the man, though she is feeling something. Something will click in her mind to try. (Refer to Emendator Chat for more information.) A sinister smile comes to the mans lips as he chuckled towards Nancy and her words in a language few understood these days. "Oh Mon Cher you do have a fire in you, I like that in a woman," he laughed as he cast his eyes towards Richard. Turning his attention back towards Nancy he rubbed his chin slightly, a waft of smoke coming from his cigar. "Tis difficult to strike fear in the hearts of the folly I have found." There was a knowing look from the man as he popped his cigar between his teeth and puffed on it. "I am not sure Bebe', there may not be enough payment to travel with some of these." He seemed to be eying a few in the group as he pulled the cigar from his lips and let the smoke huff from his nostrils.

There was a pop of his brow as she mentioned wanting to know his name. "Where are my manners," he began as he took his hat off and gave a flourished brow. "A name, yes, so many to chose from for those like us. I believe Nancy will do fine for you. I would hate to out a fellow trickster." He winked to Nancy as he righted himself, spinning his hat before plopping it back on his head. "Baron? Papa? Ioa Guédé? Do take your pick."

Turning his attention to the starlet he breathed slowly. "Oh you so remind me of a young woman I once knew. Misjudged and misunderstood. You could do nicely," he said towards Josephine. He seemed to at least be somewhat interested in the actress and she was handling herself well when it came to the etiquette department. She at least was not ruffling the feather in his cap as it were.

As far as where they are, Faye isn't having a lot of luck determining that but once she starts hearing the names the man is giving, combined with his look, at the knowledge she has of the occult in her own homelands she is starting to put things together. Haitian Voodoo is one of the stronger occults in the Americas. He is carrying himself as one of their spirits known as an Ioa yet it is hard to put her finger on which one. Baron and Papa usually are two different titles, like a king versus count. Is he one or the other is hard to say. Or perhaps he is both and it is the practitioners that have divided a single entity up into two?

Mosi isn't having any luck though. As far as she can tell there is nothing save a soul that would be acceptable. Figuring he is after one thing and one thing alone. From what Richard can gather, all he knows right now is that the man doesn't seem like he is going to attack them and the snake is happy to slither over the mans shoulders. The snake looks rather heavy but doesn't seem to be hindering the man. Mahendra is lucky enough to watch the others and be able to mimic their body movements right now so he doesn't at least appear to be scared shitless right now.

The mention of drinkable spirits did get the mans attention though and he looked over towards Lauren. "Oh child, now that is something we can deal in. Such things can be scarce in these parts and it has been a long time since I had a good stiff one," he seemed to purr. There was a grin on his face as he pulled his staff up and nodded. "If she can brew a proper spirit, we have a short term deal." Looking over towards Nancy he looked back at her pendant. "That we can talk about more later."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Andromeda is trying to figure out what she can about the woman, thinking back on the occult. While the occult itself doesn't lend a grand amount of information, the history from which occult is built on can. Lady Justice, seen so many times on the steps of court houses was, from what Andromeda can recall quickly, based off Iustitia from the Romans. A Goddess of Justice. Though formally called a goddess with her own temple and cult shrine in Rome, it appears that she was from the onset viewed more as an artistic symbolic personification rather than as an actual deity with religious significance. Thing is, for each and every Roman Goddess there has to be an equal Goddess with the Greeks, doesn't there? That question was about to be answered.

The womans head turned, seeming to look at Andromeda even though she was blindfolded. "I am known by many names. Justice. Iustitia." Her voice even and calm, almost distant but as ethereal as it had been when she first spoke. "By others I was known as Dike Astraea, but even before that I was known by another name." She seemed to look towards Gilbert and then to Gio. "So very long ago I was known as The Dice." She let the words hang in the air as her head turned back towards Andromeda.

"Now, I am Judgement." There was a pause as she took a step forward, using the scythe almost like a cane. "Yet one cannot judge the living, and while you hover between life and death, it is not your time to be judged. So the choice is yours but heed my words. Peace and Punishment are two sides of the same coin. Paradise and Purgatory can be the same place if only viewed by two different souls." Another step, and another. Her wrist seemed to go limp and the blade of scythe landed in the ground below, cutting it as she walked. The world around them to the direction of so called peace hazed away until it was just a void. "Perhaps we will meet again." That was all she said as she stepped into the field on the other side and fluttered out of sight just as she had come into view.

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Now there is truly nothing to get a read off of this man with what Nancy is using as far as skills go. But that isn't all bad because her own history is going to tell her plenty. This is no gatekeeper of Erebus. This is Minos, Rhadamanthus, or Aeacus. Not that she knows what they look like but this man, she will feel a kindred spirit with him even if that similarity between them spans more than just an ocean.

The man steps forward as Nancy held out the pendant to her. His eyes darting to the others that were speaking. "Don't you be disrespectin' me little man. Don't ya derogate, or deride! Yer in my world now, not yer world," he seemed to warn as he eyed the man and the woman. His thick Caribbean accent going darker. Shaking his head he chuckled a bit as he looked towards Nancy once again. "Children, what can ya do?" he asked her, as if it was a father knowing understanding the frustrations of a mother when she was at the end of her rope. "Besides pitch them to the abyss and see how long the scream lasts," he added with a wink before taking the pendant in the palm of his hand and running his fingers over it.

"Oh I imagine it is Bebe` and yes, it could make a very good trade, the question is, what are you wantin' fer it Mon Cher?" he asked Nancy as a toothy grin started to pull at one corner of his mouth. It slowly grew until he gave a full toothed chuckle. "The more you want from me the more I need. A pin fer an eye, a candy fer a tooth. A soul fer a prize," he said with a nod. "Sadly though, yours is not up for grabs but these others, perhaps could hold some value. Again, it all depends on what you want and if I can pull a rabbit from my hat. As it were."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Lola Holler

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Location: The Game Room
Why?: It's Time For A Special Appearance

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The room was dark, until a single light came on and a very familiar face was seen. Her smile was bright and she waved over enthusiastically. "Hey y'all! Bet ya thought I was gone! HA! Well I am! Dead, done, doner, donest, six feet under, kicked the bucket, pushing up daisies, lost the ghost, is talking of Jesus, can I get a Hallelujah? Amen sister!" she said throwing up her hands. "So, you are asking, why the hell am I here? Well, we're gonna play a game and it ain't fucking monopoly! Which sucks because I rock at that game, I always play the shoe. Kick the bucket, shoe, get it? Damn I'm hilarious."

Pulling a hair brush from her pocket she grinned brightly and held it up like a mic. "We don't have a lot of cash, check one two, check," she said while tapping the top of the brush. Grinning and giggling she continued. "So, let me welcome to you The Dice Game! With my special guest, you know her, you love her, you hate her. She is the master of mayhem, the dealer of death, the master to my blaster! LADY LUCK! Give the woman a round of applause!"

Sitting back in a cushioned chair, Lady Luck smirked ever so slightly. "Darling you do make everything colorful don't you. Shall we proceed?" she asked in a droll voice and Lola giggled.

"Ain't she Miss Swank? On to the game. Over here we have six doors! Why you may ask, well it ain't to find the best neighborhood sitcom, I will tell you that. Behind each of these little doors, here, where are my fucking doors! You! Stage hand! Give me some lights on them doors!" Lola said waiving her hands around.

"Oh shit, sorry girl!" Jim's voice rang into the scene as he flipped on the lights and six very colorful doors were lit up like Christmas.

"Well ain't that just fucking aces! See, they're so pretty! Now, behind each of these doors we have a prize! What is the prize? Well right now you got that little ballerina over there. She ain't seen pops since she delivered that ragamuffin kid of hers. Now, we alls know she been through some shit. That back of hers like pulled taffy now stretched over bones but it works for her. Well that back ain't the only thing that has changed, her mind ain't exactly what it used to be. She's stronger, faster, more Russian!"

A light shone into an empty set of bleacher seats, minus one person. The face of the Circus! A heavy mustached man with a broad grin and many a sharp knife! He smiled brightly in his heavy fur coat and overly loud clothing. It was the original Bazhooli!

"We have 6, count them 6 mother fucking choices. All of which could lead down one road or another. This is like one of them damn pick your own adventure books you know? Remember them things? Damn they were fun! Well! That's what we are doing, our Lady Of The Luck over there is gonna toss her dice and we will get to see what happens! Show me whats behind the first door!"

Jim ran over to the door and opened it wide. "Oh, well look at that shit. The first door shows a big Nope hanging there. Oh Tatiana ain't gonna have anything to do with this. That would suck! Show me what's behind our next door!" Jim opened another. "Oh snap, a bucket of water. Bitch fucking faints! Now wouldn't that be something? Give me another Jim! Ain't he cute?" A knob turned and Jim pulled another open. "Aww, look at them hearts. Tatiana rushed the Frog man and gives him lots of hugs. Well we know Lady Luck ain't gonna roll that. Moving on! Next!" Bazhooli threw a knife and it popped the door open as Jim jumped out of the way. The door slowly coming open.

"God damn it man!" Jim muttered.

"That was fun! Oooo! Look at that angry emoji! Tatiana is pissed and we are all getting the Molly Grue feels! How could you! Come to me now! When I am this!" Oh yeah, Lola was over acting but it was how Lola was. "Next!" Jim crawled over and opened the next door, staying low. "A dust buster? What the fuck is that? And a Mop? OH! I get it! Cleaning up ashes, mopping the floor with him! She's gonna pull an Ash! In other words, dun dun dun, sucker punch!" She was giggling like a maniac by this time. "And the final door!" Jim eyed Bazhooli before crawling over and kicking in the last door. "Bubbles? Ohhh.... Old Tati resurfaces! HA! Like that will happen. Okay, we have our doors, close them.

The doors auto closed and Jim growled. "They were automatics?"

"Well duh, you could have just pushed the little red button!"

"What red button!" Jim yelled as he dusted himself off, standing there looking around like she was nuts. She was.

Feeling around, Lola laughed as she pulled out a little remote control. "This one! Oh, too late now. Lady Luck! Roll them dice! Determine the fates! Show us your power! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Pushing a button the doors randomized!

Lady Luck smiled and palmed a since dice in her hand, holding it up, it was an old bronze six sided dice. Blowing on it, she held it up and tossed it on a felt lined billiards table. The dice tumbled over itself time and time again, spinning up on one side. Then falling over.... Lola leaned in. Fucking Aces!"

Picking up the dice she looked at it and held it up. "Show me what's behind door number two!"

"Push the damn button Lola!" Jim yelled.

"Oh yeah!" she laughed before pushing the button and the newly randomized door number two opened. "Well fuck, ain't that some shit. Stay tuned! Because you will get to see what you won! Lady Luck, thank ya! Now, take us back to our regularly scheduled program! Up next? Tatiana reacts to seeing the Frog man for the first time in nearly 10 months! What will happen? Only the dice know and well all of us here at the studio! Toodles bitches!" she waved as the screen faded to black.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Back By Popular Demand

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Hello there my darlings, it has been such a long time. Too long in my mind. I do have to give my minion in training a bit of applause. Sigil is remarkable at dealing out deaths for me. I was on vacation and just refused to be bothered. A trip back in time enjoying the Inquisition. So wonderful but I have returned and it seems I am just in time for a death must be dealt this evening and I am just itching to take a crack at it. I wouldn't want to get rusty now would I? And I do have to set a good example to my biggest fan as I know she is watching. Hello Morose darling, how I have missed you.

To Business! Come with me and we shall go watch. How I do love a good death. Not all deaths are good but this one I believe shall be. Death as sacrifice is always welcome. So many times death comes out of no where and it seems for no reason. Just a loss with no rhyme or reason. Yet when death comes calling and one is spared, now that is sweet on the tongue and soothes the heart. What you didn't think I was just pure cruelty did you? I know, I can be but not always. Not this time. This death is special. It is personal sacrifice for the greater good and I am honored to be dealing it. It is why I chose to deal it myself instead of allowing another.

Over in the swamps of Georgia, two women. You see them don't you. One lovely blonde and another, a cute brunette. Two women, alone seemingly in the wilderness. The sweltering repressive heat of a Georgia spring setting in. And a walker on the road. Usually one is not an issue but watch. They both are moving up the road and towards the walker. It is only one and they have been doing this for five years. Maybe not together but they have been surviving. Yet, sometimes even the best can be caught with their guard down. It isn't as if they are unaware of the danger. They know it well but it has been a long day already and traveling through the swamps is never fun. It wasn't enjoyable even before the outbreak. The humidity alone is hell on the hair.

Oh my! Erica doesn't see the walker is moving faster now. Fueled by that hunger, that only thing beyond the mechanical remains of brain function. Like a rabid animal it speeds up. Preslee could take the shot but at what cost? Is it worth hitting her traveling mate right now? No, just one walker. Make a move. Oh god, move quick! The walker is nearly to Erica. It is. It grabs Erica and starts to pull her in for the bite. It is hungry, a hunger that never goes away, it never ceases, all it wants is to eat the fresh flesh off her bones and dine on the warmth it can never feel.

Preslee strikes. Tackling it, pulling it away from Erica before it has a chance. But it is wet and slimy. It must have been in the swamp for days or perhaps even months before now. It is slippery and hard to hold. Even as one tries to grab it. See her hands go either right through it or slip off it of. Oh no... Her jugular... So much blood. This is never pretty. The bright crimson against the swampy muck olive drab. It shines like silver against black velvet. Preslee isn't going out without a fight though it seems. She manages, with those gasping breaths to finally plunge her knife into it's skull. The Walker is no longer an issue but poor thing. Her life for Ericas. Sadness comes but there is at least peace when death comes knocking. I doubt Erica will ever forget, and I do hope she remembers to put Erica to final rest so she too does not rise again. RIP dear Preslee. You will forever be a hero to one.

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🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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"You must NEVER go back."

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We have rules and we have them for a reason yet some always believe that the rules do not apply to them. That they are special and deserve a different chance than the rest of those that have come before them. It is foolish. It is ego. It brings about more ends than perhaps anything outside of religion on this planet. It is sad but it is true. There is a price to pay and it is a heavy one. Now don't look at me. I wasn't the one that broke the rules and I wasn't the one that dealt the punishment. The world did that. The balance was thrown off and balance must be restored. It has been restored. How? Well, let's see.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Front Porch Kitchen House -> Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters
Skills: Empathy

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Alicia perked a brow, she wasn't expecting that. The way the girl just dropped the way she did, it was like someone had just taken her out. Sniper style. Yet she knew that wasn't it. Alicia might not have been the most verbally supportive person on the planet but she did have something that most didn't. Empathy. True empathy. She could read people like a book on their emotions. She knew how they were feeling better than they did. She didn't have any of those mental filters a person had when they were trying to deny what they were feeling. When Alicia used her Empathy she felt their emotions in their truest form.

And Sophia was overwhelmed. Completely and totally overwhelmed. "Well shit, bitch just got hit by a lot," Alicia said as she looked down at her. Thankfully Gio was picking her up and not just leaving her there. Glancing over towards James she pointed back into the Kitchen house. "Under the sink is a jar of cotton. Grab it would ya? Shove it in her ears and nose." she asked of him before answering his question. She didn't say anything but she did nod her head in confirmation. "Sense overlord, smells, tastes, that's what knocked her out." Alicia was quick to explain to Gio but then she stopped.

She wanted to say something more.but because she had opened herself up fully with her Empathy to make sure that Sophia would be okay she got hit by something else suddenly. It was sadness, complete and utter sadness. And pain. Turning her head snapped and turned, looking North towards the Barn and the edge of the property. "Dios mío," she said under her breath. "They're back..." she said before she tore off the front porch of the kitchen house, down the road that connected the Kitchen House with the Servants Quarters. She was running as if a life depended on it.

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1 - My god

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Evelina Lucas

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Location: Ville au Camp - Woods heading towards Abandoned House
Skills: Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History

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Evelina walked with purpose but made sure not to tread too quickly as she listened to what Andromeda had to say. It made sense to her but then again so did many things. Many of which she wished she didn't understand. Ignorance was truly bliss in some circumstances. Nodding she held out her pipe in case the new Paradox wished to have a puff. Some found it relaxing, she did after all these years and it wasn't like she had to worry about lung cancer.

"That is a good memory, a good feeling. Make that your anchor. If you feel things bubbling to the surface, focus on that. For now, we need to get it under control and then we can teach you how to harness it. There will be times when there is nothing you can do and it will just erupt but for the most part this seems to be an ability that you will have much greater control over than say I do with my dice. Like Alicia and her dreams I hope. Something that is mostly under control. It would make your life here far easier."

Taking a deep breath Evelina looked up and felt a tug in her mind. It wasn't a tug for the dice but there was something else, as if new memories were trying to make their way in to her mind. This happened from time to time with all Emendators. They had a download of all of human history. It was like with a computer, all the files were there but they had to know where to locate the file or have a reason to open it to realize what just happened. The easiest way for this to happen was to be asked, or to know someone involved with what was happening just at that moment.

Evelina froze where she was and for the briefest moment a look of terror came across her features. The same look had come to her face when Drem had been taken. Shaking her head she refused to believe what she had just seen and her feet quickened. Turning slightly and walking towards the road again. Coming out of the woods onto the dirt road as Alicia came to a sliding halt, kicking dust up as she gasped.

"Mmm... couldn't stop it... Only could get him back..." George said as he stumbled down the road and fell to his knees. Peter was in his arms, his face and chest were sliced open, looking like he had been mauled to pieces by a ravenous beast. Peters blue eyes flashed as he dropped his cane and blood splattered out of his mouth. Then his body went limp.

Evelinas lips thinned. She hadn't rolled for this, the dice didn't speak to her and ask her to. Yet not every death was in her hands. There were powers even greater than her out there, greater than all of them. "Destruere..." she said from behind her tense lips. It wasn't a question. Now that she knew the scene flooded to her mind. All the Emendators would know. The attack happened in an Alleyway of Cairo, the Destruere had shown themselves and claimed another of their own.