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Me and Dino are trying to work on a collab, it's around halfway done. Should have it posted before the end of the week. We tagged vowel and quoll earlier this week asking if they need a way in with no response - has anyone heard from them?

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Spellchecked, formatted and good to go. Hope you like her!

Abigail Harlow

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<Name:/> Abigail Harlow
<Nickname(s):/> Abi, BBQU33N_95
<Gender:/> Female
<Age:/> 24
 
<Occupation:/> B.o.D Trainee/partner, working under Brooks Lockwood
<District:/> 12/17
 
<Height:/> 5’8”
<Weight:/> 125lbs

 
<Personality:/> Abigail maintains an bubbly personality which is powered by her constant restlessness. Admittedly, she is jaded and somewhat pessimistic and in some cases overly cautious, but she still makes a concerted effort to keep her spirits up and boost the morale of the people she cares about. Abigail is very intelligent but still needs to work on her cunning and instinct. She tends to overanalyse a situation and become paranoid, making up a myriad of possible outcomes.
 
Living in zone Beta has made her into a bit of a smarmy bitch who’s sometimes a little too eager to take the piss out of other people and doesn’t show as much empathy as she should, but that side of Abigail is tempered by a good heart and her determination to do what she thinks is the right thing to do.
 
 
<Biography:/> Abigail was born and raised in District 5. She was always one of those smart kids who got bored incredibly easily, to the point where her parents considered getting her checked for ADHD. As she put it, information retention was just incredibly easy for her - she remembered most of what she was taught and since she was disciplined to remain neat and tidy and organised, things that she needed to remember for later were always written down in notepads, highlighted and packed away carefully on bookshelves in her room. Her childhood was incredibly sheltered with a handful of upper-middle class friends and a couple crushes. Little Abigail initially thought she would find work in robotics, believing that there was a profitable niche in the market for medical robots to completely replace human doctors and nurses. Her future, though successful, seemed as dull as her education had been. She often related her early years to living in a gilded cage. She had everything anyone could ever hope for; a decent chance in life and the capability to go further, but she was never truly satisfied with what she was given. Something was always lacking. She was inescapably bored.
 
This boredom lead her to obsess over programming and robotic engineering as she poured all that pent-up frustration and restlessness into making and doing things to pass the time. Whenever coding an alarm clock just didn’t quite alleviate that feeling of restlessness, Abigail took to the gym. She especially enjoyed gymnastics and parkour, and made a handful of friends through her sporty endeavours. It was actually through her friends that she discovered her love for hacking - after a particularly messy teenage breakup, one of her BFFs tearfully asked Abigail to try and break into her recent ex’s social media accounts and find out who he’s been messaging, and it all snowballed from there. Abigail took courses in software development and used robotics engineering clubs as a bit of stress relief from the deadlines. She excelled, went through higher education, and then decided to rent out a dingy little flat in district 12.
 
Eyebrows were raised. Abigail played it out as if it was some sort of fucked-up gap year; she wanted to ‘truly experience what life had to offer’ and find her own way without the guidance (and plentiful bank account) of her family. In reality, Abigail was smart enough to realise that she could probably make twice as much money doing commission work and hacking into other people’s devices than working a fulltime job in the government as a security researcher. In this day and age, almost everything an individual does leaves a digital footprint - and Abigail was smart enough to connect the dots and tell her clients where their target is going to go based on their digital routine. She worked at this for around a year and a half, charging outrageous prices for relatively simple jobs and still managing to find desperate customers.
 
But eventually Abigail chickened out and retreated back beyond the wall, this time to put her skills to good use. With her intelligence (and her family’s influence) she began training for the BoD, hoping to become an agent and make a living by investigating crimes and assessing the security of law enforcement software. She underestimated what she was getting into when she requested to train under Brooks Lockwood in District 17, but nobody bothered to warn her beforehand. She’s been assigned to District 17 for 2 years now; whilst she’s still a bit wet behind the ears, she’s certainly starting to sober up and be exposed to the worst zone Beta has to offer.
 
<Other:/> All of Abigail’s hacking gadgets are immediately equipped with a remote self-destruct switch. Nothing fancy, it just causes the microchip/machine to short circuit. She’d rather sacrifice a smartphone than have her entire database hacked into.

The Hidden People

@Vowel Vagabond @Quoll Would you two like an interaction to work with? Me and Dino are working on a collab and we can probably get you both involved in the next couple of posts if you like.

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

EDIT: Sorry, I need to spellcheck this and proofread the sheet. I have a headache tonight and I don't want to be staring at the screen too long. I'll post the CS tomorrow.

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Me and DinoNuts have a couple of completed sheets, but we were waiting to see if the RP revived itself before posting. As soon as he's awake I'll have them posted for you.

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Abigail would never overtly admit it, but she was shit scared. She’d grown up giving this Celestial hell, throwing everything she can at him, and he was able to brush it off so easy. He ran a daycare of unruly and volatile supernatural children without even breaking a sweat. He has snorted, swallowed and injected more narcotics than Abigail thought was physically possible and always managed to sleep it off. In her mind, Parael was as close to invincible as Abigail was ever going to witness - and for the first time in her life her weird foster uncle was looking frightened. Defeated.
 
Naturally, it didn’t help with that horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Upon Parael’s request, Abigail sat down gingerly on the pile of nappies next to him, nervously cupping her hands together on her lap in such a way that the long, jet-black claws would not stab into her palms. It was quite a jarring sight to see something so unnatural and monstrous seem so worried, but in New Camden it was more common than you’d think. Abigail took a seat and she did what she was known to do, what she had always done and perhaps forever will do - she stared. She kept quiet and observed and listened to every single word.
 
To be perfectly honest, Abigail’s little trip ‘back home’ was a confusing time to remember, because Faerie was a confusing place and there were so many layers of magic in play that it made her head hurt just recalling the memories. But Faerie held a special place in her heart that was an odd mixture of the most magnificent and dangerous thing she had ever accomplished, and she cracked a familiar sharp-toothed grin at Parael’s little anecdote. It had the desired effect. For a brief moment the mummy and the museum lightning storm didn’t exist. She was safe in this basement. And then, slowly, Parael brought her back to the present and made her come to terms with what was really going on.
 
He told her that the safest option would be to submit to this Nemsemet mummy. Abigail stared at him.

Then Parael asked a much simpler request - one that Abigail could easily answer as her face split into that shit-eating grin again. “You mean arguably THE most valuable item you own, second only to Batman Number One?” asked Abigail and, god, she had that little smug lilt in her voice even through the raspiness of her changeling vocal chords that only Victor and Parael would’ve been able to hear. The smile faultered. “To be honest if it were any other day I’d have you looking for weeks, but uh…” she looked around and sighed. With a spritely hop, Abigail was up on her feet and wandering off to one of the more nondescript corners of Parael’s expansive basement. She went over to a filing cabinet full of old paperwork and grunted as she pushed it aside a little with her shoulder; there was something wedged in between the cabinet and a large metal flat-pack shelf stacked high with questionable magazines displaying scantily clad people on the front covers. Abigail made little grunts of effort as she tried to dislodge this thing, which was well and truly jammed into the gap. There was a soft ‘woosh’ of metal on leather which was promptly followed by a gout of flame and Abigail immediately dropped the Flaming Sword onto the ground and looked up at Parael with the cheeriest, most wholesome look of pride on her face. “You might’ve gone for the porno magazines, but you’d never touch paperwork if you could help it. It was the perfect hiding spot.”

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Posted - enjoy. I put the first half in a hider since it wasn't super important, but it might be worth reading the last paragraph so the rest of it makes sense. It was a collab between me and DinoNuts.

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What Abigail Did

Abigail’s eyes snapped open.
 
She was curled up as tightly as possible in the middle of her bed in her dressing gown, the sheets still tucked up. It was uncomfortably humid in the mobile home - it always was during the summer, the same way it was always too drafty in the winter. Opening all of the windows didn’t help and since Abigail was home alone, she had them all shut and bolted anyway...security measures. Something had woken her up. She tilted her head back a little to peer at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table and frowned when the neon green numbers flashed “4 : 1 7 A M” at her. She shut her eyes again, pressing her knees to her chest, pulling her arms in, and waited for sleep to settle in again.
 
But something had woken her up. Abigail waited a little longer. Okay, yes, she didn’t have to sleep as much as a human but she only went to bed a few hours ago. Her alarm was set for 10 so she could pick Victor up from Parael’s house. She couldn’t remember her dream but she knew it wasn’t a nightmare because she still felt human - she hadn’t changed her appearance in her sleep. So what was it? Did she need to pee? Did something go bump in the night? Did Victor come home?
 
Abigail sighed through her nostrils. She rolled off the bed and hopped up to her feet, stretching and cracking her knuckles as she crept barefoot through the carpeted hall. She had the general sense of unease that you’d usually get when you’re home alone and something’s a bit off. She gently, imperceptibly, opened the door to Victor’s bedroom and listened intently. There were no snores and no rustles for a while so she poked her head in. The room was empty, the bed still made from the day before; Victor wasn’t home.
 
After she gave the house a quick once-over, Abigail determined that there really wasn’t anyone else in the house except for her. That still didn’t put her mind at ease and she still felt restless, fidgety, and worked up for no particular reason at all. There wasn’t much else she could do at home to calm down. This was a regular occurrence anyway. Abigail went back to her room and got dressed, pulled on her sneakers, then grabbed an old donut box from the back of the fridge.
 
Allard Park was as normal as it had ever been. Deer and hedgehogs wandered around a few feet away from her, the hoots of owls accompanied the sound of all the night insects, the screeches of bats, the weird nattering noises of hobgoblins and pixies. Everything was okay here. It didn’t put her mind at ease. She kept looking around and she could feel herself becoming skinnier as she kept inexorably distorting and reforming, trying to appear as human as physically possible...maybe it wasn’t a brilliant idea to walk into a forest full of monsters at night when Abigail was feeling so...so...she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Emotions were hard to get a solid understanding of, they always had been.
 
Abigail placed the old donut box in the fork of a large and gnarled oak and flicked it open. Inside were a collection of sweets, small pastries, and a one of those disposable ketchup pots filled with honey. There were also little sprigs of dried herbs and flowers pushed in the gaps. Whenever she had a moment or two to herself, Abigail enjoyed making little offerings for the faeries in the park and usually leaves them near Violet’s tree so she can distribute them out evenly. It always did good to keep on the good side of the Fae and Abigail knew that all too well. It especially helped if you bribed them when you had a feeling something bad was going to happen. She watched a small winged figure buzz down and land near the profiteroles, eyeing them greedily. “Aren’t you gonna wait for Violet?” asked Abigail placidly, receiving a feral hiss in return. Abigail shrugged her shoulders and wandered off as the pixie dug into the treat with gusto.
 
Abigail was wandering the streets of New Camden aimlessly. She didn’t want to go home just yet and considered watching the sunrise - dawn couldn’t be too far away now. Maybe she’d be able to sleep better when she managed to drag Victor back home and let him sleep off whatever cocktail of drugs and alcohol he managed to stuff down his throat this time...or maybe she could just nap in Parael’s playroom. She found it difficult to make up her mind with this nagging sensation eating away at her train of thought. It had gotten worse, as if whatever it was managed t-
 
She literally reeled at the feeling. Never, not once, not EVER had she experienced such an immense sense of darkness. Demonic energy was different, more familiar. This was just...wrong. Evil. Bad. And incredibly dark. And it was immediately followed by an immense sense of fear, then panic, as her fight-or-flight instincts kicked in and she twisted around to look at the point of origin that this blast of power came from. The museum was making some really weird lights, she could see it from down the street.
 
And then...some man came running out of the museum, looking terrified. He hopped onto a motorcycle and roared down the street as Abigail moved out of the way hastily. Her eyes narrowed and she looked back at the museum, which was starting to do some even weirder shit. Abigail panicked again, but she couldn’t will herself to move. She sat down on the pavement.
 
She wasn’t a stranger to magical mishaps. Hell, she was a magical mishap if you thought about it enough. She’d seen more demons than most and even witnessed their power from time to time, but Victor was always there, he was always in between her and whatever godawful situation lay before them. But this? Whatever happened in there? Abigail was on her own.
 
She didn’t have to be, though.

 
...Which is why Abigail sprinted in through the open doorway to Parael’s daycare, half-human, half-changeling, eyes jet black and claws already piercing the ends of her sneakers. She basically ignored Rusty and Stella in the kitchen and made a beeline towards a pair of dress shoes poking out of the ball pit in the corner of the playroom. Victor was sprawled out across the entirety of the pit, his torso submerged in brightly coloured plastic spheres. In his left hand an almost burnt-out cigarette smoldered lazily in the gloom; his right hand’s fingertips brushed the sippy cup of what appeared to be whiskey and his head was tilted back, mouth open, snoring lightly. Abigail shook his shoulder. Hard.
 
It took a solid few shakes for Victor to finally awaken from his stupor, absolutely oblivious to the yelling and banging caused by Rusty and co from before. Slowly fluttering his heavy eyelids open, Victor stared at Abigail with a stare of someone who has no idea what’s going on. Eyes barely open, waiting to hear Abigail speak before making his move, unsure if he’s in trouble or not.
 
“The museum just let loose a massive blast of dark energy. There’s lightning coming out the windows. Some hairy guy took off on a bike shortly afterwards and he’s in the fucking kitchen.” Abigail spoke quickly and urgently, with little to no traces of fear in her voice. It was slightly raspy as the panic sent her into full changeling form, absolutely ruining her sneakers with wide holes in the leather for those talons. She looked around quickly and went “I didn’t want to go home. Didn’t you feel it? It was still out there when I went in but I think the wards are blocking it.”

Victor continued to stare at her in his sleepy state. After what felt like a solid minute Victor moaned a “Mhm…” at her, nodding slowly trying to convey his understanding. “Five minutes.” was all he could muster before closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the edge of the ball pit he had spent the last few hours in.
 
“We don’t HAVE five minutes,” snarled Abigail as she gripped his shoulder a little too tightly and shook even harder so his head banged off the edge of the ball pit a few times. “Everything’s gone from fine to fucked and I’m pretty sure that guy on the bike had something to do with it and instead of reacting you’re just lying there like a motherfucking potato because you’re too drunk to even process what I’m FUCKING saying to you.” She spat out every word in rapid succession and then grabbed the sippy cup and took a massive swig, glaring down at her carer.
 
Victor let out a groan before wafting a hand in the direction of Abigail. “Alright-.. Argh! Alright! Geez. Help me up.” he’d mutter, eyes still closed as he holds the same hand out for her to help him out of what now felt like a booby-trap. Abigail grumpily complied. Once up on his feet, Victor took his time, his surroundings slowly settling in as he arched and twisted his back awake. With a pat and scratch on Abigails head, he casually strutted towards the main hall “Go uh… go find Parry.” he’d nod her off before making his way to the kitchen to stare at Rusty attempt to use a rotary phone, “You uh… you need help there big guy?”
 
Abigail was somewhat placated by the head-scratches but muttered “You’re not taking this seriously” as Victor tottered past her towards the kitchen. She didn’t need to look for Parael. If he wasn’t there soaking up the party vibes, he was down in the basement with a needle in his forearm. She didn’t need to run anymore now Victor was (somewhat) dealing with It, whatever It happened to be.
 
Parael was flinging nappies onto an old car engine in his frantic bid to find...something. Mummy? What mummy? Was that what happened? “...Uncle Parry?” Abigail called out tentatively as she approached the celestial. No point changing back into a human, too much effort and probably not safe by now, so she stood over him as a pale monster-girl-hybrid with the expression of a scared child seeping onto her features now that the initial rage was subsiding. “What’s going on?”

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Working on a collab post now, hopefully we'll get something sorted.

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Woah, things are moving pretty quickly. @HeySeuss I got a few questions to help me write my post.

1: I think I asked this earlier, but is Nemsemet's magic powerful enough to be sensed from a long distance? Abigail's not super precise but detecting a massive blast of dark energy might change her mood a bit.

1.5: and since it looks like anyone who gets word of Nemsemet's existence is stuck in town, would that principle apply to detecting aforementioned big fuckoff blast of dark magic?

2: what time is it? What's the date? This is more for the fluff of the post like talking about the weather and all that, but since Abigail's a student I'll need to figure out if she's still going to school before shit hit the fan.

3: with that in mind, when did the party start? I get the feeling Abigail might not even be in Parael's house at the moment, she probably went with Victor then fucked off when everyone got too high for her liking.