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

Working on a post now.

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

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Glancing over toward Aziza as she came up toward Vera as well, he gave simply a mild look of concern as he glanced back down toward Vera for a moment, he did find it particularly curious that she had just fainted, especially when, from a quick glance, she didn't seem to be particularly ill. Of course, Harry was not a medical professional, and the more intricate complications which could have arisen in the field of romance often eluded him, but he certainly still did not think the lady Munn had just fainted due to a fever or any particular illness. No, there had to have been more to this than it seemed.

However, Harry was not himself the kind to interfere, and even in retirement he was quite content, and infact defaulting on following the Lord-Major's orders, not taking a step closer even as Aziza stepped up and offered the small bottle. As she removed the cork, he was still close enough to catch a whiff though, recoiling for a moment. He'd had the kind of stuff before, or at least stuff which came across that strong, some of the men he'd served with had tried their hand at brewing in the field, in some vague attempt to enjoy a spot of booze before they went charging into their deaths. Most of the time, the result was undrinkable, but in certain cases it had come out strong enough to give one quite a kick up the ass, in the same way he imagined even a tiny amount of liquid in Aziza's bottle would do.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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William glanced briefly from person to person as they all offered to help Vera, from offers of strong booze to suggestions of a doctor or a bed to lay down in. At first he considered they might have been what was needed, but as he watched Vera more it continued to dawn on even him that something wasn't quite right. She was definitely not sick, or at least, not in the medical sense. She had looked ill when she came in, but as things had developed, he couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a normal kind of illness per-se, perhaps someone was making her ill. Had it been him? Was she really so disgusted to see him when he arrived that he had driven her to this sort of reaction?

No, surely it was something else, or perhaps she simply thought he was there to ruin her lovely moment with Peter. Yes, that had to be it, she was so upset or annoyed by his arrival, apparently ruining what was to be such a lovely day with her and Peter, now off to be courted and happily wed eventually by the fantastic British officer. It was enough to bring that ill feeling back to his stomach. It didn't occur to him at all that the sickness and the green tint to his skin that it brought was not any sort of illness, but envy, he still could not shake that intense and burning jealousy which he now held for Peter, and it made him furious.

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

Got a half-finished post but I need to head out for a few hours, I'll finish it off once I'm home, so it'll be done tonight.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Coventry Horrors
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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As he moved into the room, Liam raised an eyebrow at the mess. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd walked in on something like this, but usually a lack of weapons in the place meant there was some kind of issue. Grabbing his duffel bag, he began to pack all his things into it, weapons, holy water, all of the tools he usually took with him on a job before he noticed the note fall from above the door. Moving over, he picked it up, raising an eyebrow as he looked over it. Moving back to the bag, he continued packing it as he opened it up and looked inside, packing away his rifle (just for good measure) as he zipped up the bag, hauling it over his shoulders as he kept reading over the note, closing the door behind him.

Heading back down the stairs, he started to head back out of the lobby and outside to his bike, taking a seat ontop of it as he put his helmet on, checking over the note one last time before he set off. He was mildly concerned for where Aloise had gone, just not knowing where she was exactly, especially when she may have thought he was dead following the incident with the wardrobe, he couldn't help but have that nagging feeling in the back of his mind about her and her well-being. Sighing, he lowered the note when he finished reading through it, tucking the note away in his pocket as he reached down to start the ignition, getting ready to head off once he made his decision for sure of where to go.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Posting now, you got me just before I could. :P

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: The Police Station
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Making his way toward the exit of the station, Liam took a moment to look over the map he passed, noting the transport networks. Salem was where he'd have to go, when all of this lovely supernatural stuff was starting to kick up out of seemingly nowhere, quaint. Shaking his head, he sighed as he moved out of the station and started to head down the road back toward the hotel. He'd have to go up to the room again to grab his keys and things, but he didn't plan on sticking around long. Grabbing his phone, he started to dial Aloise, feeling that he should probably give her the heads up that he wasn't dead. He waited for her to pick up her phone, or for it to ring through to her voicemail before he spoke up.

"Hey, it's me, not dead, don't worry. I just got held captive by some dick in a labcoat who's probably a demon, but that's fine." He moved into the lobby as he said this, starting to head up the stairs toward their room. "Listen i've gotta go to Salem, had another vision and i'm pretty sure one of our killers is heading to Boston, so, just figured i'd give you the heads up. Kayloveyoubye." He said, hurrying through the last part as he hung up, moving into their room as he glanced around, unsure if she might have actually been there by now as he started to collect his things, grabbing his bike keys and his helmet and jacket, putting it on and restocking in holy water and ammo before he started to head out and back down.

He wasn't sure how much time he had exactly to get to the station before the train showed up and he missed her, but worse came to worst he figured he might just have to head on to Boston. It wasn't often that Liam ever felt particularly compelled to follow up on one of his visions, but this one just wasn't like the usual vision, he just had that kind of a gut feeling he wouldn't have been able to shake otherwise.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Post incoming. ^^

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

Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Moving back over toward the table with Aziza, Harry smiled toward the newcomers, giving them a nod as he moved to sit down with Aziza. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the man approach the major and speak up. He could only catch a word here and there, enough to get the jist, at the very least, but he said nothing of it. For now, Harry kept his silence overall, sitting politely as he ate and occasionally glanced over to Aziza and then to Vera as the attention was brought toward her. Harry was not the most astute in the romantic field, but even he could tell there was clearly a bit more to the situation with Miss Munn, the Lord-Captain, and the American.

Watching as she moved off toward the buffet, he turned his gaze back toward the Lord-Captain, idly listening to the man as Harry continued to eat, he certainly did seem considerably more excited by the fact she had accepted his offer, so excited that it seemed the man was oblivious to what everyone else at that table seemed to have noticed - just how offput, or even ill Vera seemed. To Harry, that was what was most interesting of all. Harry was facing away from Vera when she fell, not noticing when she fell, only having his attention brought to it as the others at the table stood and hurried over. Turning in his chair, he raised an eyebrow and moved over, but only moved to stand alongside the Lord Major, who seemed particularly miffed at the people crowding his niece, who clearly was in need of some air.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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As he sat at the table, William found his ill feeling return the second his eyes lay upon Vera and Peter again, seeing as they both sat across form him, he leaned against the table somewhat and forced himself not to be sick with every movement Peter made. Although William had previously held no particular distaste towards Peter, aside from the fact that he was the kind of Brit who had clearly been born with an ornate piece of silverware embedded where the sun doesn't shine, but he expected that from most Brits he met. No, up until that point he had only had something of a slight sort of distrust towards Peter. Now, for reasons that were still unknown to William, that had developed to full-blown loathing.

He still didn't get why, why should he care that Vera was now supposedly welcoming the advances of another? He wasn't competing, he didn't even have any particular feelings for her, or so he insisted. No, he was sure if he wished he could steal her away from Peter in an instant. After all, what did he have? Only money, manners, a good family, a decent position, he was a war hero, had known her considerably longer, had the backing of her uncle, reasonable good looks (though not as good as William's, of course), and, of course, a rocking cane. However, surely none of that would have stood up to William's immeasurable charm, which, if he so desired, which he definitely did not, he could easily use to woo Vera back into his arms, and away from the wretched Brit.

As these thoughts went through his mind, and as he heard Peter brag to the Lord-Major, William had not quite noticed the white-knuckled grip he'd developed on the fork in his hand, pressure threatening to snap the metal of it at any moment. That of course came when he watched Peter move off, and his lips touched Vera's cheek. It still didn't make sense to William, and if anything that only served to make him more angry as the pressure in his grip intensified and the head of the fork snapped off, the metal leaving something of a scratch in his hand and snapping him out of the seething rage he was developing.

Focusing into reality again, he set down the broken fork and rubbed at his sore hand, glancing back up just as he heard Vera speak again, and he saw her fall. Hurrying over, his trance had meant that he was certainly not the first one there. He'd been about to descend to her side and brush the others away when the Lord-Major approached and ordered them to step away. Forcing himself not to do as the others had done, he stood up beside Vera, peering down at her with unmistakable worry on his face.

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

I am finally free of exams, so post is coming in the next couple of hours. ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: The Police Station
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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Liam had not actually expected that simply pushing his body against the chains would work, however, with enough force and a reasonable effort, he fell face-first onto the floor, groaning softly as he glanced around, back to the wall where he'd been held. "Jesus, i've been working out." He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet again, moving out through the hole in the wall and into the station proper. He glanced around curiously, taking it all in as he now kept a firm grip on his handgun, keeping both an ear and an eye out for the nerd, who he figured may not be pleased with his escape. Hopefully, at the very least if he was still around, he hadn't heard the chains.

Looking at the cops, he raised an eyebrow, it was strange to see them in such a trance, but he'd seen enough movies to realize the trance could end at any time. Carefully, he made his way toward the closest exit and outside, being careful to avoid stepping in the crosshairs of any of the cops' as they stood there, he'd have preferred not to be accidently shot if they suddenly woke up after all. Once he found a door, Liam knew he'd be out of there, his first stop would be the train station, he could call Aloise on the way to let her know he was still alive.