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The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Outside town hall where the crime scene was.

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Kosara started giggling happily, buckling her belt. Having gotten areaction from the old man was a small victory for her, a victory she enjoyed having. He was her only family left, so acting like a child around him every now and then, made her feel better about her life and loss in her life. And she knew he had lost as much as her if not more in his life, so she hoped her presence was proving good for him too. Yes they were family even if they were a generation or two distant. Frankly even if he wasn't a relative, she would still stay with him. He was a nice gramps after all and she wouldnt change him from nothing.

As they neared the townhall, they could see Jenna. Kosara smiled brightly right away at the sight of her friend, but the tugging sensation in her arm suggested right away that something not human was around. She didn't know what it was, could be anything. Sadly her gift or curse whatever it was didn't give her precise information on it's nature. Heck it was even quite the distant thing so all in all she suspected it was some distance away, maybe hiding in the shadows.

"Hey, Jenna, hop on." She called, gesturing to the back seats." Let's get going, we will send the old man to buy dinner after we arrive and get you settled for the night." Kosara said half laughing with a happy voice. Abe was going to go out anyhow to buy stuff for the tracking spell, so might as well have him grab some food for Jenna.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Vala wasn't finding the whole situation fun. Actually the entire place was a death trap, they were just some mince caught in the maze of dangers, waiting for htem to be swallowed by a snake waiting somewhere in the maze or something. Afterall there was a possibily compromised Titan which at least hasn't started to go berserk yet. Maybe it was the fact she rendered it ineffectual without serious start up operations like refueling and the like, but hse wouldn't scratch it from hte list of dangers just yet.

"Fine." she mumbled as she borded the Chimera with hte rest. At least the chimera rode better than some of the crafts she had been on in the past. Old shuttles, damaged land vehicles, generally non vit for service vehicles of any kind that she had to keep working, return to working order or anything else a rogue mechanic might have to do out in lawless space with any ancient barely working tech the outlaws, mercs and others unsavory elements of the imperium got. She even had to try to put an ork weapon in working condition once... she gave it up. It was impossible task.

As the treck in the Chimera continued, she used the chance to try to understand what the Skitarii were telling each other in binary. Not quite easy to make out among the noise in the chimera, but she got a few sets of binary here and there, traslating it in symbols as she went. Was a good side chore to do while tinkering with her gun. She had relaxed quite a lot in the Chimera actually and since she wasn't quite as tall as the psyker, she didn't get her head hit in the roof of it. When the vehicle stopped, she quickly prepared her gun, in case she had to use it.

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location:The Museum
Skills: None

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“You never know, I've seen thefts even more obvious get by unaccounted unless someone hindered them, but I do suppose you are right on this.” Mosi agreed with a smile as she followed after Akhmed. This was a mighty weird situation they found themselves in. She was looking forward the smithing event, but it didn't seem like it was a priority or even on the main course anymore. It appeared that it would have to be left for another time. That mentioned, she did find a mystery a great replacement event too.

“Anything weird happening lately in the museum?” Priscilla then asked, throwing looks about the place, still not seeing anything out the ordinary that would raise any kind of flags. Maybe some of the displays, but those just made her enjoy ancient arts and crafts, it wasn't causing her any possible out of normal vibes.” Maybe someone weird who was coming around a few times? Since it was a quick job it seems, they knew what they wanted and where to find it more likely?” She suggested, wondering if the mystery infiltrator may have hanged around for research.

Still while she was thinking about the current mystery, she couldn't help, but have random distractions thinking about other people and places too.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the BAD DICE ROLLS

There were plans and there were PLANS. Satilla clearly had one of the latter right now. As the fight progressed, she had a bear between her and anywhere she could or had to go. Not exactly optimal thing to get in the way of big burly animals that can tear your limbs with one swipe of their mighty paws, be they a ally even. She took a breath and quickly studied the situation, before making her move. Keystone was to her left, so she took the chance and dashed in his direction.

With decent move she hopped by his side, reaching to her bag in motion. From inside it a nervous meow was heard as she pulled one of the daggers she had. It was her own dagger, she then shifted slightly, turning to the side as her hand arched backwards, building the needed potential force for the throw. Sadly this is where the Ancient Cosmic Powers of bad luck struck her. It didn't take more than a fraction of a moment for her to realize the error of her ways.

First was the fact she swung too fast. The dagger slipped from her hand going somewhere behind, probably towards the poor Thomas down the stairs, then there was the fact her rapid swing backwards, led to her feet somehow slipping and in the next moment she was looking up. With the mighty sound of crash, her back impacted the floor, sending ripples of impact energy through her torso, not to mention her head also hit the ground. She was dizzy, confused and the stars were dancing nicely in the air well at least before her skirt was covering her face, leaving her nice white linens to clear view.

If animals could speak, she would have received a rant from the good ol' Skittles about doing stupid shit and that they should name her Leeroy Jenkinsssssssssssssssssss.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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“Yes, I think I vill actually do that as much as time grants.” He said to his family and cracked his neck that currently felt a little bit stiff. Not that it would be a surprise all things considering. Fatigue had this insidious way of building up along the way when you least wanted it to. All that happened today was quite obvious, but the fact he felt tired was not something that can be avoided sadly. Hell they had even had a person die today in the absurd manner not even including soulless.” This has been one messed up day so far...” He mumbled and looked around, really thinking about the possibility of just walking back to their tent so he can go get some sleep.

“Yeah, I will head to the tent for now... I feel tired.” He smiled and said to his parents. With the performance done and over with, he wanted to just go and relax on the bed for a little while. Then he'd probably wash his feet... walking on embers and coal did kind of make his feet more or less leave black steps behind anywhere he walks bare feet, not surprising also. With that he headed off. Frozen waters, high action performances, other general nonsense... long day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location: Johnson Ave
Skills: Sneaking(x1), Athletics(x1)

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Amelia was continuing to move east on autopilot almost, heading towards Hill street. Frankly she was tired, thinking was hard and moving was even harder. She lost friends, she didn't know if Riley was alive and that was just without the crushing fatigue that was currently eroding on her willpower to keep moving as they did.

“Nothing, Ray... just tired is all...” She mumbled a reply as the man asked how she was. There was also the new woman – Sam. She looked like a good enough person as she did help them out. Another set of hands and legs was a good thing considering the situation. Amelia looked about, looking for some kind of shelter they could use. The kind of shelter that didn't have the chance to crumble on top of their heads, but frankly it wasn't looking like it was happen.” I don't think there will be anything good enough within at least 5 miles of Newnan... the quake was quite strong and... yeah. We need to walk a lot more till we are on the green...” She stated, looking about as she moved with decent pace, sort of quietly enough.” Let's walk as long as we can... which probably won't be long before it's dark.” She said and pointed forward towards Hill street.” Maybe there we can see something better...” She added, not really wanting to be the pessimist, but frankly she just didn't care anymore.

'Please, Riley, be alright!' She begged in her mind, hoping it was going to all be fine. The survivalist policies were against them now. If they had not completely ransacked this place they would have a better chance... No it didn't matter no one could predict the earth would rebel like that.' Focus... focus!' She thought, finding her mind wandering into subjects far away form the current goal of survival.

Rise of the Evos

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Amelia Payne

Location: The Park near her home, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nallore

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“T-t...thank you.” She said quietly to the store clerk as she was brought the new phone. Amelia quickly with really and clearly a lil nervously brought her wallet to see if she had the money, but then realized she didn't have the cash on hand. She rarely had much cash on hand as she didn't have much money to begin with so she mostly kept it in her cards. She pulled her card instead and quickly went through the process of playing with it. She was a ball of nerves cause she was the metaphorical elephant in a store about glass crafts... She could probably fry everything in here if hse wasn't careful. Luckily it wasn't happening. Thus as soon as she had her phone, she switched her card into it and turned it on. She felt a little happy and at least she wouldn't lose her job if they called her for overtime or something...

Then just as she was about to exit in the corner of her eyes she saw something and realized what it was as she turned towards it. It was Riley!!! Amelia froze in place, her eyes locked on the woman, her face displaying a mix of fear, excitement and nervousness. She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that others probably didn't see Riley otherwise they would be reacting to her. She herself didn't know what to see as she stood there staring, then realized that the clerk would probably think she was either up to something or wondering what she was doing. She wanted to say something, but couldn't... she was also nervous that it was Riley! She liked her songs a lot and was thinking about the musician since she saw her in those dream visions, but now didn't know what to do. Was Riley dangerous for her? Was she dangerous for Riley? What was happening, all she knew was that she was currently staring at the woman, before she suddenly looked around nervously and really slowly started walking towards the exit. She was no one... Riley probably wouldn't even speak to her! Yes, better just return home, lock herself alone and curl under the blanket!

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Claire Winters

Location: Cafe near ME Office, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Olivia@Nallore

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As Olivia placed her finger in the hot coffee, Claire had the natural instinct to reach out and stop her, but she realized it was the other showing her powers. Not that it wouldn't hurt, but she supposed it was the only way to show her powers of healing aka hurt herself first. What Claire wasn't looking forward was the feeling and thoughts of pain that filled her mind, originating from Olivia. The cop couldn't help herself from wincing as she clenched the same hand that Olivia used to display her powers.

As soon as Olivia pulled her hand away from the coffee and it healed, Claire reached over and touched it, smiling, before her face turned into one hell of a grimace. She was not pleased.” Do not do that needlessly anymore...” She let out a really coldly calm soft voice, before sighing.” Seriously, Olivia... I just read and partially felt the emotions... Do not do that anymore without need. I believed you for it even without demostration... Otherwise I will start taking you for masochist...” She smiled and said jokingly, before raising a hand and calling to the person at person behind the counter.” One cold water, please. Thank you.” She said with an attractive smile.

“So... ever met some of the others in person?” She asked, smiling at Olivia, waiting for the cold water to be delivered.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: café

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"Hehe, don't eat too fast, gramps. It's bad for the health." She smirked, amused when Abe was hurrying with his meal so they can go grab Jenna. Not that she was at a place to comment, she had eaten her sandwich at a near lightnight fast speed. The whole thing was eaten in just under 10 bites. What can she do, she usually ate fast food fast! Bad habit from her highschool days." Sure, let's go, I want to have Jenna with us as soon as possible, don't want her to be outside at night on her own, due obvious reasons." She added and quickly hopped after hte older man.

She skipped in quite the agility to the car and hopped inside as swift as teh wind." Ohh yeah..." She realized in the last moment and hurried to pull her phone, about to text to Jenna.

"We are coming to pick you up.
-Kosara

"Alright I just texted Jenna that we are going to arrive to her soon." She smiled to Abe." Feel free to drive as wild as a retired nun, gramps..." She poked at him, clealry using irony and sarcasm in joking manner to sort of tell him to drive fast.

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location:The Museum
Skills: None

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While Akhmed was dealing with the curator, explaining things to him, at first Mosi was still thinking about Rosheen, before she snapped out of it and quickly focused on the task at hand, looking about the place, before hopping to follow after him right away.” Right, after you.” She smiled as Akhmed gestured to her to follow him towards the museum exhibits.” I've never thought about it, but at the end of the day, when it's empty and light is waning, museums do indeed look like a completely different places after all.” She mused to herself

While they moved, she took the moment to look about the place. Focusing on details she saw earlier on her visit, she didn't find anything out of the ordinary, out of place or anything missing quite yet. So far so good, though what they passed by for now was a tiny fraction of the whole museum and it would take a good while to check everything, but so far on the move nothing seemed different.

“Nothing unusual so far...” She mentioned to her current companion.” Had anything like this happen before, Akhmed?” Mosi asked, wondering if he had other break ins in the past. She wouldn't be overly surprised actually. All these ancient artifacts were prime material for the black markets, she suspected, given the metaphorical explosion in interest about ancient Egypt.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Chambala

Chambala's expression was dead calm, but damn if inside her she wasn't laughing so strong she'd crack a rib right now. Calieo just gave them a display worthy of a bard tale, going on about happy go round poem about a cluthz that somehow saves a princess and get's her hand in marriage through sheer bumbling about and overpowered luck. She then smiled and in move as she followed afte rthe weird woman, moved to pick the helmet. She had followed where it went and she had a use for the metal in this helmet even if it was old and rusty. Wiht a file or fine stone she could scrape the rust and turn it into part of her training equipment in the forest... or teh scarecrow actually could use it quite well. It was a thing worthy of being tied to a wooden and strat doll.

"Anyhow fire's a double edged sword... though the fact you can make it at will is good." Chambala said ot Denise." It's going to be useful when we prepare to camp later. It will save us time from getting the firepit up and running." She smiled, returning to her blissful enjoyment of nature and the old helmet, wondering who's it was.

"I can make this into one fine trap actually too..." She mumbled to herself." Bind it to a doll of leaves, branches and rope, then make it ignite everything it touches... mmm.. maybe better to have the rusty metal shatter violently though, but scraches from rust kill slowly and make hte prey not good to eat..." She mumbled to herself, pondeirng hte question.

"So wish they didn't blow that bridge..." She sighed and shook her head, realizing how much problems she had now because someone had decided to be a douchebag. She was a forest dweller, these wars had nothing to do with her dammit. She lived alone, didn't hinder anyone and generally was benefiting the civilized people with forest produce such as pelts, forest herbs, fruits and all other manner of foraging finds.