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Rise of the Evos

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Amelia Payne

Location: Her home, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Landlord

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“Of course...” Amelia replied a lil nervously and moved to grab the bottle of mineral water from the fridge. Technically speaking this was the first time she had a friend over since she moved to this place. Back with her family she had friends coming over every now and then mostly to watch movies, play games and read comics together and generally do nerdy stuff. Since she moved here she had less experience with the whole socializing thing... aside a few anime/manga cons. Those were fun as long as she kept her face hidden in a cosplay mask of some kind or another and kept to herself. She did get to enjoy talking with people about random things though.

“I... don't know.” She quietly replied as she brought over the glass of water and placed it on the coffee table by Riley.” I've not exactly had many people over lately.” Amelia laughed nervously and sat on the sofa too. She threw a few concerned at the wall that was dividing her from the guy who was harassing her, but since she reassured herself the wall was there indeed she felt better and she wasn't alone so she cannot really display fear like that right?” Say Riley, have you met any others like us out there? Aside that man at the restaurant?” She asked, trying to pick up a random topic to talk about.

“I've not exactly been keen on searching the others from the visions and the dreams.” She admitted.” Been afraid someone might get hurt... Hell I nearly killed someone one night too because of this power... I cannot control it a lot of the time so I've kept myself isolated mostly.”

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Claire Winters

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

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“Anyways, till we meet again, maybe in our dreams.” Claire added with a smile and simply started walking away towards the exit again now that she had given Quinn her contact number so they can maybe talk at a later date. She had the feeling the other woman will call her sooner or later. Given they were all tied into this mess without exit in sight, it made for a good reason to be curious and wanting to hear from the others in the same situation as you. That away at least you knew who you could talk about it with... and whom to be careful of depending on the situation.

With that done she turned to Olivia again.” Well for now let me escort you back to the office.” She stated with confident expression. She seemed to wait a few moments before she finally held out her hand in calling manner.” Come here, I've got only one umbrella and I'm not letting you get all wet again while I stay nice and dry.” She stated with voice clearly indicating she wasn't taking NO as an answer here to this situation.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

will post today... just had some personal health issues to deal with for the last week or so.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: Sneaking, Athletics

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“Thank you, Ray.” Amelia replied to him, relaxing as much as she can on the couch. While she wanted to get to sleep, she also couldn't quite fall asleep right away. She noticed the lumberjack guy decided to keep heading to his own way which she could respect to a degree. He didn't know them, they were armed and it was obvious that given how injured Ray, Sam and Amelia were something had went down. So she just said a silent prayer in her mind for good luck to him and returned to her focus on Medic and Ray. Ray's wounds were more or less the stabs from when Meg died.

She was finally ready to relax enough as the Radio came to life and they were trying to connect with any other possible survivors out there. Her mind once more went to Riley as the static could be heard. Did Riley make it out? She hoped so. How glad she would be if she could hear the other's voice. If the singer was fine, then the struggle could be worth it after all. The uncertainty of the situation was crushing her, she didn't want to allow herself to give up hope though. She felt that if she gave up hope that she'd see Riley again, it would truly happen. She couldn't allow it.

Then she heard a faint voice through the static and she rose her head a lil to look at the radio. She didn't speak though, she was quiet and listening with both ears and eyes opened wide trying to hear anything from the other side. There was Froggy on the other end, but who else was with him? Was he alone? That wasn't likely, she could only hope that a lot of the others made it out.

🦄 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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Constantin had returned to his tent more or less right after dealing with the last annoyance in the face of Thalken. Then it was the quick bath via the good use of 2 warm buckets of water and some soap. Finally after all that was done he had hopped into his bed, letting all the annoyances during the day to slip away from him as he himself slipped into the warm embrace of the blessed slumber that washed away all of reality and brought him to the endless possibilities of the fields of dreams.

The dreams were good. There were dancing maidens in white, jolly songs, endless forest parties going on and all in all it was great. More likely than not it was all fault of those old folk stories his mother used to tell him when he was little. About things like samodivas, vilys and all the rest of the fair folk of legend. It also stood for a wonder why one of the samodivas looked like Veta... granted she was not alone a fair portion of the circus folk were one way or another into his dreams. For example Vlad was covered in ash and taking care of the rest of the people as a domovoy.

As the jolly dream was coming to an end it was finally the time to wake up. At first his presence of mind was easy. He was happy and joyful at having had such a pleasant dream filled with people dancing and having fun. He could recall nice things of the dream for the moment. It was all good, this was going to be a fine day after all... Then his father burst into the tent shouting that he heard Sophia scream her lungs out that Veta was missing. It took exactly a moment before he jumped on his legs.” You've got to be kidding... VETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” He screamed in anger. That woman had danced to her own tune again and caused problems to all and probably got herself into even more problems than what she caused them.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Abe's house

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"Best way to track down hellhounds is to track down people who made contracts that are about to run out." Kosara replied vaguely before she had a sudden inspiration strike her." Let's get some better backstory on the mayor and any of his ancestors and also any other cases of deaths among people of prominence in the area." She stated and looked at Abe." If there's one person who made a deal it's not unusual to be others or perhaps whole families. If we check for things such as deaths by accidents for the last while, something might crop up. Since demons are involved, we might get a better look at the situation if we figure out who were the contractees of history. Demons like their divisions of territory to a degree. Chances are good if many deals are made in an area they are all from the same demon. We figure the demon's name we get some leaverage... especially if we do locate a demon killing knife."

"I've not got many hunter friends here. Most of my friends are back in Europe... well those that still live anyhow." She replied with a shrug and took a well deserved rest on a chair nearby."I will call some of the handlers I've gotten to know across the years. At least someone should have one of those knives. I will throw the call out there and hopefully some will reply to it." The writer added and looked around." Better throw in some protection for our bedrooms..." She added and stood up, heading towards her own. She had some markers that could be used to draw smaller traps and the like. She was going to have to grab some proper spray paint later though.

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

Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the GOOD DICE ROLLS, flaming youngsters and the less than interesting self mutilating dwarf.

Everything was working more or less great right now. Satilla couldn't believe it had all happened down quite as well right at the end. With the hooded figure dealt with, most of hte enemies charred and only 2 left, they were almost done. Actually she suddenly shook her head remembering one more entity that could prove a danger. THe one that had taken out Kyra... the centipide thing was still down there, she was going to have to mention it when they were done with this floor.

She took a deep breath as Thomas was dealt with. Having stuffed the potion into his mouth, it was all good. He should live... Now the next more intent target was Nor the dwarf! Satilla couldn't quite figure out how a person could stab himself twice with his own weapon, but stranger things had happened right? She quickly leaned away from Thomas and turned towards Nor." Hold tight, I will help you." She said with a reassuring smile and taking a pair of potions she quickly started to apply the first one externally over the wound." This should help..." She added and prepared the second one. Nor had his own potions that he could use, but using them like this was also a decent choice. It should clear the wound and affect the whole problem in a beneficial way.

"Don't move too much until the wounds start to close up. Can't risk for any blood vessels to open up wide again." She explained and quickly poured the second potion over his wounds. She really hoped it would all work out for the best. Even held a lingering hope that Kyra could still be brought back in some way. A ressurection if you will...

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location:Garden City
Skills: None

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The trek to the destination where they would dine took a lil longer than what Mosi thought it would because of the traffic, but eventually they arrived there and only to be greeted by a rather concidental surprise of sorts she was not expecting. The people they left at the museum were there too. Seemed like it was the Neema woman who was Aton's aunt from her understanding that was actually the one to prepare teh meal for them? Mosi had smiled as Aton offered a hand to help her leave the cab and she gladly took it." Thank you." She told him with a smile now that she was outside. Akhmed quickly followed suite with Josephine, which caused Mosi to smirk in amused manner looking at hte lovebirds.

She then threw a quick look about, it was a nice place they had here. Could be great to live, but she wasn't sure that she'd find a place this nice at good prices. After all the best spots were usually well filled with people, that and she preferred to actually live somewhere closer to the actual city streets... the natural state of this place so to say. For example one of the side alleys like the one Rosheen lived at. Yeah Mosi was going to start planning for searching a place to live somewhere around like that. The hotel was nice and all but in the end of the day it was a hotel and she was paying for every day there, so the sooner she was to find a place to stay out of the hotel, the better.

"Likewise, miss." Mosi replied to Lauren when the woman greeted them. Mosi didn't know her name but it was probably a good idea to learn it. Also the names of all the others, but everything at it's time. She tipped her hat at Lauren as the other woman movied away and looked back at Josephine and Akhmed. After all she was with them right now so it was probably good manners to keep with them until their host returned. That aside, she was begining to wonder if it was something beyond coincidence that she appeared to meet all these people time and time again. She wasn't going to complain even if it was. This was probably a good indication that she'd better make friends with them!

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

Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the GOOD DICE ROLLS, flaming youngsters and... THE BEARFALL

Satilla had let a sigh of relief when Sana looked like she was finally going to make it. The healer was glad, but then there were other things that were redirecting her attention from her joy to a whole slew of unexpected events. First of all was the fact that Thomas had decided to just turn into the human torch and probably with the help of his magic released such a burst of fire that it charred stuff around him. She couldn't believe he would do something like that, didn't his magic hurt him too? She was just about to rush in his direction now that Sana was healed enough. She also had to deal with the dwarf, but one thing at a tim...e...” Wha...”

Then it happened. Keystone seemed to have snapped and Cyneburg was somehow tied to it or dragged to it or pulled and spun into it. Because the crazy cook/monk person just spun a god damned bear around and threw it into the air straight at the hooded douchebag. Satilla blinked a few times in disbelief. If just last night they had told her she'd see a flying bear hurled by a man, she was going to tell people they are drunk and need to sleep it off, but now she had seen nearly anything.” OHH!!” She pulled herself together in realization as she snapped to reality and dashed to Thamos... Why was he burning him clothing like that she wondered before she studied him. He was not in a good condition so there was no choice.

“Come on, Thomas.” She called, pulling a potion and shoving it into his mouth, not wanting to risk the healing not doing enough. She seemed to have shoved enough to chip one of his teeth, but better that than dying. Beside a better healer than her should be ableto fix it... maybe.” Man it out... You will get a 'I'm sorry' kiss on the cheek later... you hear me? There more potions!” She called, hoping that he'd hear it and pull himself together and start chugging potions of his own accord too.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken & Constantin

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent
Skills: Nope

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Of all things to happen when they had just about finished dealing with the fallen canvas was to see someone who was not from the circus. That alone Constantin could deal with, it wasn't that he was feeling intense anger or hatred towards outsiders. He felt distrust, so the man's presence alone was not enough to enrage him. He was standing up on his legs now, but he seemed kind of shaky. Did he get too much to drink or something? "Hey you alright?" He asked. Then it all happened. Something hot and horrible hit his face. The stench struck his nose moment later. The man had just puked at him... right at his very face. Constantin's mind just went blank for a moment. For which time today had this damned happened!? He just switched to full hatred mode for a moment. Then he bend his body slightly, putting the strength in his left leg before delivering a powerful kick at the man. A kick containing as much power as he can muster. And oh the power that that one kick did muster...

With Thalken still nursing a horrid hangover, his usual quick wit and surefootedness was, needless to say, far from quick and far from sure. Before Thalken had adequate time to react, Constantin's foot made direct contact with his stomach, effectively sending him flying backwards. Yes, flying. More so, seeing as he had already vomited himself out, what remained in his digestive tract had to come out the only other way possible: out the back end. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's just a flying Thalken who crapped himself. Mind you, when he said that he needed to atone for his sins, this is not what he had in mind.

Thalken hit the ground with a dull,---squishy---thud.

"Проклет да е..." Constantin cursed, pulling off his shirt and wiping his face with it, to get all the damned puke off it. He was going to have a bath of some kind right now... no way he was getting anywhere near a bed like this. He took a step towards the man whom he kicked, but stopped himself when the smell hit him. "Bah..." He made a sound of annoyance and disdain. Of all things that could have happened today... all those happened and this happened. This was officially the worst day since forever.

"Get someone to drag this one's ass out of here." Constantin shouted in clear growing irritation and anger. Frankly he had felt a whole of a lot better after he kicked Thalken strong enough to send him flying, but it didn't fix his mood completely. "Pour a bucket of vater or tvo on him or something..." He added before turning to move away from the fallen Thalken least he kicks him once more to completely fix his mood!

The fall rattled Thalken's already pounding head, and the world spun for a moment or two before coming back into focus. Had he not already emptied the contents of his stomach, he probably would have vomited again or--pooped again. He winced slightly as Constantin's loud, rumbling voice egged on his impending migraine. Any bit of harsh intensity that normally pervaded his features had since melted away to reveal sheer weariness. But truth be told, he had been weary well before the alcohol had ever taken its hold on him. His hellish life had made him weary.

Speaking of hell, this was an absolute nightmare! Yet he felt too weary to truly entertain the thought of how mortifying this whole situation was. He knew that he would never live this down, but perhaps in a way he didn't want to. To live. "Just kill me now, and put me out of my misery," he grumbled in a raspy voice as he stared distantly at the ceiling. He seemed to shrink within himself, shutting out the world, until he was eventually gifted the small mercy of passing out cold.

Constantin just let out a really angry grunt before he walked away without even giving Thalken a final look. Moving as a stormy cloud he just stormed away towards the tent of his family. He was hoping his mother had already did her usual way of action and put water to be heating up. It was a long day and night after all. He just wished to get a bucket of warm water to clean up for … he didn't even want to recall the number. Today was truly not his day and he was not happy about it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(E11)
Skills: Sneaking, Athletics

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“Hi.” She greeted after Ray had introduced her and then continued speaking.” You've been in the woods for a really long time then.” Amelia said with a friendly voice.” Must have been hard.” She added with a nod.” Thank you for the gesture, but as the others said it's fine to keep them. You found them after all, we aren't marauders or thieves.” She finally said and nodded to the rest as they said that it would be for the best to get inside.” I'm heading in...” She said quietly and staggered inside in tired manner, barely keeping hold of her bat and entered the sturdy building.

On the inside she saw Medic and Sam, she smiled at them before her gaze passed across the place, studying the interior. She wanted to locate a place to rest as soon as possible and what would you know there was a broken down old couch of sorts and some sleeping bags lined up. She took a few steps and then slowly staggered to the couch, sitting down.

The couch started creaking the moment she did so. Springs and wood, it felt like a really old furniture like the ones her grandparents had. She never liked going to her grandparents, but the furniture always creaked in unnerving ways.” Too tired...” She mumbled and looked at Medic.” I will take some sleep... wake me if something happens.” Amelia mumbled and laid down on the couch, having it creaking ever more, but she didn't care. She just wanted to stay like this without moving on something soft." I don't want to move for at least a year..." She whispered to herself, feeling the( relative) comfort heal her tired soul.