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Priscilla Harker



Location: Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: N/A




All happened too fast. Way too fast! One moment she was speaking out and the next she had a gun aimed at her head! All her body went into overdrive to react to the sudden situation, but it was simply too late already and her body didn't react in time. They say that before death life flashes by your eyes... In a way that was what Mosi experienced, she forgot how to breath as that singular moment lasted for eternity. Many a thing flashed though her mind before the bullet was releashed, good decisions, bad decisions... a singular regret about stuff not yet realized... She had yet to learn so many of the occult. Then there was another regret in that moment, she wished she could have stabbed that bastard in the balls if she was to die...

Then the force slammed into her head, throwing her back. Her eyes were unmoving, unfocused, her head was clear of thoughts aside the force that pushed her back. The sky filled all her view as she just slammed backwards onto the deck. There was no breathing, her heartbeat was uneven, but rapid for a moment. She was sure she should be dead...' The sky is... pretty.' Was her singular thought as her back and head finally hit the floor.

Mosi stood there unmoving..., unblinking and not breathing for a good few long moments... It was a lot for her head to process. When a body convinced itself that it should be dead, it might even do so, or so she believed anyways, but as she was there still as dead, suddenly she gasped. A fast and deep breath was heard as she inhaled with all the capabilities and capacity of her lungs. Following that was a rapid breathing as she could barely keep her breath, before she rolled to the side and an arm reached to her head. She was alive. She shouted, an angry yet joyful scream that was as she pulled up onto her knees, eyes starting to focus as she looked madly about like a wounded beast.

"R...R....Re...Reddish!" She screamed in fury not finding the man anywhere." COME BACK HERE YOU WEAK TEA DRINKING SON OF A WHORE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN! DAMN COWARD, RETURN AND FIGHT AS A MAN, DARING TO PULL A SNEAK ATTACK, YOU BALLLESS COWARD, I WILL TURN YOU INTO AN EUNUCH IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN AND THEN FEED YOU YOUR VERY BALLS!" Mosi shouted as her fist hit the deck, still trying to regain her breath." Damn you, your parents, your grandparents, uncles, cousins, aunts, great grandparents, and all your other relatives to the ninth generation! I HOPE YOUR CHILDREN SUFFER BALDNESS FOR ETERNITY YOU DICKLESS BASTARD!" She continued for a while more and took a more focused deep breath." I WILL FUCKING TURN YOU INTO A WOMAN IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN DAMMIT! To shoot me in the head when I was honestly concerned if you had any last tasks that needed fulfilled after you vanish! So much for my honest desire to help unworthy imperial bastards! Even if I die, I will haunt you to suffer in hell!" She hollered some more and took yet another deep breath then her eyes fell on the actress and she finally stopped shouting at the no longer existing soldier.


Constantin Kolev


Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


As clueless about the resolution of the situation as he was, there was indeed a need to act. People continued to do their thing and all of them were more or less good and useful actions or ideas to different degrees until one of the women he didn't know spoke out. God bless her pretty blond hair, but her sudden powerful proclamation about the meaning of what had to happen seemed to put it to focus to all of them and give a pretty good goal for everyone in the church to complete! Constantin was impressed and while he was not really a fan of people outside the circus, but should what the woman said really be the solution, he was honestly up for giving her a not bad for an outsider evaluation!

Axes were at play and screaming was heard, creature to be affected. Knifes at work and so many other wonderful actions were taking in attempts to keep the thing attached to the alter so Veta can deal with it once and for all. Since they all were doing their best, there wasn't room for doubt. It appeared to his eyes that the entire group in the church were pitting their eggs in the basket that was this specific plan. He was not going to be left behind! As Veta moved to start the ritual, a rather unpleasant situation arose. One of the creature's hands grasped the British woman that they all had chased all the way here for some unknown to them reason! A man called out something about 'Tir, Tyre', or something like that and charged only to fall somewhat short of executing his attack well.

There was a goal to be had here. Keep Veta protected, keep thing to altar and if possible help that woman before she actually dies from being suffocated or have her neck crushed by this smokey bastard. Taking a look of the field of battle, he stood by the alter roughly between Veta and the beast still, but this time the most effective use was to make the beast not able to escape! Damage him or stab him and pin him down. With a sword in hand, enthusiastic expression on his face and a song at heart he swung at the beast in attempt to damage and weaken it as to keep it locked at the altar! Who knows it might just drop the woman!



Priscilla Harker



Location: Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: Occult(Mostly researched European and North American Occultism)




Mosi watched with quite a bit of concern and fascination as the woman was indeed vanishing into thin air. Slowly seemingly at first, but then rapidly. It was like someone was actually erasing her from a drawing! This was indeed a horrifying magical experience, depending on what was going to transpire with the woman after she vanishes from here. Would she just appear elsewhere or was she really simply just vanishing? That was a question that she didn't have an answer to. The soldier dude seemed to REALLY want to go get bullets, not a bad idea, if it wasn't for the situation of one of them vanishing. Then the acress decided to advise her to go with him to get supplies and just as Mosi was about to reply to that suggestion, she stopped just before she was about to make a sound, eyes locked on the man.

"So much for that plan of yours."Mosi replied as she noticed the distinct signs of the man following suit to Vera who stuffed a journal looking thing into Josephine's arms before she vanished completely and the man looked like he was about to vanish any moment as well." Good luck, got any words before you vanish as well?" She said to him, knowing he would vanish soon. She didn't have a proof that they would appear elsewhere, but there wasn't a proof against it either. So she choose to believe they were being transported rather than simply erased. Even if they were thrown to the world of the dead, it would be better than simply spotting to exist. In either case she couldn't think of any reason for them to be vanishing.

"Well... seems like it's going to be just us any moment now." She said to Josephine and now that two of them were gone, the idea of stocking up wasn't that bad either." Guess we should go arm up or stock up on supplies ourselves now that it will be just two of us." Mosi mentioned and looked about the ship." Might want to also check if there are any of the crew who might be awake and aware..."


Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)-> H6 (In Front of W)
Skills: N/A




“Well... in either case we could probably at least take a stroll around the beach area where this party thing will be taking place?” She asked of Riley now with a small smile. Closest they could get to a romantic outing really. Though she still honestly wasn't a hundred percent convinced there weren't dangers to crawl out from the ocean. That would have to be dealt with whenever it happens though. She subconsciously changed the supposed 'if' in that sentence with 'when'. Better be sure and expecting it than caught unaware and unprepared!

Speaking of being caught unprepared, she snapped to attention as she heard someone speaking to them and looked at the source to find who it was. Well quite honest, Amelia wasn't thinking anyone quite heard her, but guess she wasn't as quiet as she thought she was or that guy had good hearing to hear her in between the noise of people moving and the like. Well what was being said was not a bad thing though. She slightly twitched at the mentioning of Shears. Ahmm... undeserved irrational negative opinion aside, that might actually be good for Riley. Amelia was pretty sure that Riley would love to sing more and if there was ever a problem, she could back out from it.

When they got outside, the thing she saw was yet another thing she didn't expect to see. It was a... tram? Yeah that sounded about right and the priest man was there along with Daytona who drove. People quickly started to pile in into the vehicle in quite the hurry and she couldn't blame them really. It was leading to a party, so it was going to be an experience they couldn't wait to get faster to. With a smile she went to an unused bench and hurriedly hopped on, looking at Riley.” This feels like a tour ride...” She mumbled, but her impression could have been affected by media prior to the whole apocalypse business.
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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Rave liked to think of herself as somewhat optimistic person, but reality was trying really hard to mess up with her right about now. Having managed to fall flat on the floor once because of her leg numbed and stiff leg, the pain of which was really unpleasant and uncomfortable, she hoped that she wouldn't feel the cold floor so soon once again. Well luck was a fickle mistress and just as she was attempting to take another step, the cosmic dice rolls of luck decided it was time for her to have a close meet up with the floor once more!

In just a moment between her trying to take a step and her realizing what was happening, her entire body just lurched to the side and as the injured leg gave out she just fell on the floor once more, hitting hard to the side. Her hind areas were starting to hurt from falling this often. She laid down, breathing heavily as she was gritting her teeth to keep the pain and frustration from escaping her lips. The Ferret realizing that the pocket of the coat wasn't the most safe of locations right about now, had already vacated the premises, instead choosing to sit by her, tilting it's head and then do a lap around her before sitting on her torso instead as she was laying there. It was dark and she had no idea about it, but felt it as it hopped onto her chest.

"It's been a bad couple of days..." She mumbled to herself, breathing deeply, trying to gather her focus and strength in attempt to stand up once more. One more attempt and she swore silently to herself that she was going to crawl her way out of here if she had to..." Maybe the place's cursed... people seem to be dying in this Manor like flies." She whispered quietly as her eyes stared into the darkness." Alright now one more time. Three times is the charm..."

@HeMandaddy Ey I finished the character sheet. I think!


EDIT1: moved some of the headers a lil about ot make it more presentable.
@HeMandaddy Alrighty going to get it done by the end of the day. Probably... at latest it would be tomorrow.
And after lurking about for a day or two, I've decided to indeed say that I'm very interested in this RP! If you would have me, I would gladly draw up a CS in short notice! ^_^?


Constantin Kolev


Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


The situation was rapidly unfolding before their eyes as everyone had kinda sprung into action like a MOSTLY well oiled machine. Some people used their well trained skills, others simply acted out of logic and deduction, utilizing regular actions, but in the end everyone tried something to help out with the situation. Honestly part of the vision he saw wasn't too hard. Getting the beast to the alter was probably going to be the easy part and somehow or another, maybe God was on their side, or maybe it was some other kind of fickle entity that controlled their fate, but indeed getting the beast to the alter proved to be easy! It happened fast and with rather utmost precision! it was almost a miracle.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the beast was more or less dragged and hurled with force to the alter! The firewalker reacted like lightning as he reached over, pulling the Grand Duchess out of the way the beast traveled, keeping her behind himself, while he faced the creature. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if this smoky bastard hit someone with it's seemingly big torso. Especially so if it was Veta, her protection was of utmost importance to him here!" Vell part one completed... now how to do holy prayer to get flames to vhite..." He mumbled, proving to his mind that indeed this was the greater mystery here. No one quite seemed to be attempting to do anything about that right now. Well they were busy getting the beast to alter so that's a nice reason to not having attempted to get the flames white.

He had nothing on that front. Hell his entire head was blanking out as he was trying to think of the prayer and white flames and the like. He knew flames, but it was dancing on flames and embers. This was way out of his domain here. He had no idea what it meant or how to proceed with it... Nada. Still blankness on the vision aside, he had a thing that was at least focusing enough and he could always rely on! Protecting Veta. Now that the beast was pushed to the alter, they were the closest to it along with that other woman that Veta was searching for. Thus he focused on protecting Veta still! Leave the thinking on the weird theological stuff on the people who could do it.

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