Catch up RPs pt. 19

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Setae • a year ago

Happy 20th birthday! Hope it was a good one.

(But jeez, dude, I’m 21. You’re making me feel extra old)

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RBDECEPTICON17  Setae • a year ago

I'm 20 as well, so I feel your pain, Mz Hyde.

And your 21, Astrid? Oh god you must feel ancient. 0_0

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Setae  RBDECEPTICON17 • a year ago • edited

Yes, now that you mention it. I have a tough time understanding the youth these days. I just want to shake my head at them and tell them how much worse we had it back in the 2000’s.

(Also, I had you pecked at 18 or something, what the hay?)

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Jekyll1886 • a year ago

((Helen Jekyll A continuation of the Other Hela RP.))

Helen Jekyll Jekyll1886 • 2 days ago

Hela absorbed the information with a look of mild annoyance, irritated she was only managing to learn this after already attempting to fight the vampire.

Her expression shifted, however, at the plan Lewis offered.

“...We are going to kill Ayato?”

The emphasis on the plural was paired with a skeptical lift of her eyebrow.

Jekyll1886 Helen Jekyll • 2 days ago

He shrugged.

"Until I vanish back to another dimension, it's not as if I've anything more exciting to do."

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

“Oh good, I was afraid you were offering assistance out of the kindness of your heart,” She said flatly with a snort, setting the decanter on the table where it’d be within easy reach for her, but not for her uninvited guest.

“You do realize that with this plan of yours, you and I would likely have to work near one another for... what could be quite a bit of time, don’t you?”

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

"And?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited

“And I don’t want to sleep in the presence of another who would have no qualms about smothering me while I was unconscious.” I know that I would be sorely tempted, given the chance. “How could you and I possibly trust one another to at the very least refrain from playing dirty, if we must attempt homicide?”

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited

"You assume this is going to take longer than a day. With any luck, he'll be nothing but a memory and I'll find my way back before that."

He thought to take out his pocket watch, but realized it was unlikely to reflect the hour with any accuracy in this dimension, so he refrained.

"What time is it, by the by?"

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

Hela shrugged and leaned her side against the table.

“Few hours after my breakfast and a few ‘till sundown—I don’t keep much track of it, but there’s a window upstairs if you’d like to check for yourself.”

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

"I may do."

He rose and looked briefly toward the kitchen before slipping past her and up the stairs.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited

The second story was, if such a thing was even possible, in worse condition than the downstairs. Little more than a dimly lit hall, it had four rooms in total lining the walls, two per left and right side.

One door to Weir’s left and forward a couple steps from the stairs, was slightly ajar, though the angle allowed him only the glimpse of wall darkened with stains, while the other door to his back remained closed. The two vampire-like souls of Alicia’s children were in the room behind, huddled close in a corner.

To his right while still on the steps, there was another pair of doors, both closed from view, though the one nearest had several locks positioned on the outside of the door that would keep things in. At the moment, however, none of the bolts were engaged.

The alternate Hela had paused a few moments to watch Lewis climb a majority of the stairs from her position at the table, then proceeded to follow him up with a seemingly disinterested air.

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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

Lewis headed for the room toward the front of the house, the one on his left and farther away as he walked along the upstairs hallway.

Before long, he'd found the window and peered out into the neighborhood beyond.

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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • a year ago

From the long, dreary shadows cast onto the street, it was evident that the sun was sitting somewhere low on the horizon behind the house.

The neighborhood itself was by no means a wealthy sort, though out of all the neglected and ill-kept houses within it, the building Hela and the two vampire children resided in was by far the worst.

As Weir peered out the window, a crooked little desk and chair sat behind him, covered in numerous oddities, along with quite a few gashes in its wood.

It was a vast collection of items, including a dirty jar filled to the brim with the varying currencies of fifty or so different dimensions, short stacks of papers and journals with everything from sketches of otherworldly organisms to nearly incomprehensible scrawling to what appeared to be blueprints for futuristic machines, and laying at the edge of it all, a Society of Arcane Sciences business card, slightly stained with blood.

Interestingly, the singular closed drawer of the desk seemed to contain some array of devices, both functioning and not, their presence betrayed by the energy they gave off.

Hela drew near and leaned against the doorway of the office, quirking her head as she settled in to watch Lewis.

“You really think you can track down and kill Ayato in less than a day?”

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Tairais • a year ago

(( chatterghosts I have finally somewhat dragged myself from the rubble!

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Huxley had his eyes fixed quite particularly on the fine chandelier ahead, and it took a jab in the ribs from Elias for him to focus once more. When Huxley turned his attention back to them, Elias said, “I think we should find him. It’ll give us partial surprise, no?”

“He’ll feel that we’re here anyway, so we may as well just wait,” Huxley responded flatly. Then, he added, “And you’re not exactly in a position to wander around a giant castle.”

Elias stared at him for a moment, frowning uncertainly, before he let his gaze wander and climb along the mossy walls. “I suppose...” ))

Charricthran shrugged, eyes carving slices from their surroundings.

"Either way works, though ya best be prepared ta get wounded: Hannibal's a sight older, more experienced, brutal, yada yada, than Will, who could sometimes be best called 'brash'."

Not ta mention, I'm sure he's gonna love tha' I brought someone else ta finish up this deal, considerin' I could'a done it on my own dial. Least this way, everybody gets closure tha' wanted it.

His words felt as if they were prying their way past teeth, dripping to the ground like living water onto the could-be-living stone. Even the air was heavy, thick with the weight of damp and green life creeping, slithering across the walls that did little to hide the tang of copper in the back of his throat.

There were footsteps in the distance, echoing as a pin might drop in the otherwise-silence. Charricthran twitched, his eyes swiveled towards the sound of their own accord, but he did not move.

Either Hannibal would come to them, or Elias would go charging off again. Regardless of what happened, he had his role to play, and this time around it didn't include him getting his a*se handed to him on a silver platter decorated with garlic.

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chatterghosts  Tairais • a year ago

Elias swiveled his head, staring down at the empty space shoulder-down that still wasn’t fully reoriented, still felt a twitch wrong and hollow. “I shouldn’t have any trouble.”

Surprisingly, he made no move to run off.

And Huxley counted the seconds in silence, watching the limited outcomes in his head drop like flies.

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MillieGriffin • a year ago

(Tairais

Charricthran smothered a twinge of irritation towards himself at failing to understand what, exactly, Millie had needed.

Ah, well. Nothin' ta be done for it now, s'pose.

He glanced towards Richard again, shirt unbuttoned and lines drawn on his chest. The sight twisted itself into a dagger, slid against the soft skin of his arms as they struggled against restraints in a place cold and damp and he had to find Richard before this got out of hand-

Nope. nopenopenope.

"You have my apologies 's well- must've lost somethin' in translation, else I would've.. mentioned."

His voice slipped hollow, despite his smile, despite the twinkle of gratitude and relief that still hadn't left.

"I'll be by the fireplace if either o' ya need me. Don' wanna distract an' all. Richard'd be a sight miffed if I caused him ta have a scarred heart as well."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out calmly, all but falling into a chair the next room over, all but Falling into The Other underneath it's shadow, just barely hanging on to that real, tangible place he'd left behind.

Some things were better forgotten. For both of them.

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"Right, then," replied Lewis, disinfecting his hands and readying his scalpel. "'Tis time to give him the kindest cut of all."

He proceeded to make the surgical incisions, using further implements to hold back the flaps of tissue and thus keep Richard's heart accessible for Millie.

"There we are," he pronounced when all was in readiness for her.

He stepped back, allowing her more room.)

When Weir did the incision Millie has stayed just outside the door, but she could still hear the cracking of the ribcage as it was opened and pulled back. Every crack she heard twisted another knot in her stomach as she fought more memories from taking over. When he pronounced that he had fineshed Millie came up to the body meekly with a step stool, the sight before her when she stepped up to it made her head spin.

stop being weak! you can do this damnit! stop being so damn weak!

She grabbed the large syringe full of the cells, Lewis... Co... could you hold me back so I don't fall forward..." She uttered before leaning towards the heart. She did her best to keep her hands steady as she started to close up the holes by piping the cells on the edges and working her way in.

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Jekyll1886  MillieGriffin • a year ago

"Of course, dear."

Belatedly, he realized what he'd said, and prayed Millie didn't loathe the term as much as Hela and Rose did. He took solace that he'd uttered it in an avuncular tone, at least.

He supported the younger Griffin regardless, just as she'd requested.

((MillieGriffin ))

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MillieGriffin  Jekyll1886 • a year ago • edited

Millie had too much on her mind to acknowledge Weir's words of endearment as she worked maticulisly on the Swiss cheese heart.

just focus on the work, just focus on the work, just focus on the work, just focus on the work--

Gradually the holes started to get smaller and fewer until there were none left.

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The Fox • a year ago

( HONK HONK Jekyll1886 Here we are! Took me awhile, some dinner, and the caring of pups, but here we are! Let's pick up where we lat were.( For those curious, this is the continuation of From Hell to Rehab. ) )

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Richard swallowed and shuffled back, trying to detangle himself from the situation. He turned to hide his face as a pained, remorseful grimace twisted his features. He hid this, leaning into his elbow and resting it on a knee.

Desirae came down beside him and tried to get him to unfold himself.

" [ Richard? Richard please...

You don't have to be scared anymore! What ever it is, it doesn't matter anymore. Just be honest... ] "

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Helen Jekyll • a year ago • edited

((Continuation of the Red Death Rp! Pyrogue))

“All done, Mr. Hollis?” asked Helen after a time, lifting her gaze from her work to look up at Ezekiel inquisitively.

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

“I am.”

He handed the sheets of paper back to Helen.

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago

“Thank you.”

She accepted the pages and proceeded to read over his responses, her brow furrowed in quiet thought.

“Most of your answers are sufficient, though I would like you to go into more detail with question number four, regarding the build of the individual, and... your response to the final question, number thirty-two on the subject of whether the individual approached you with in group or not, is unclear.”

Helen took a copy of both the first and last page of the questionnaire she’d given Ezekiel, placing them before him.

“If you could adjust both of those responses, that would be marvelous.”

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

He picked up the pen again and adjusted his answers accordingly.

4. What was the individual’s general build/weight? (Thin, heavyset, muscular, etc.)

Average build. A little muscle maybe, but it was hard to tell beneath their cloak.

32. Was the individual alone, or did they work in a group?

Not that I could tell. However, he didn’t appear to know much about the Red Death virus, or about virology in general. I can only assume he possessed it without knowing its potential, or that he may have been representing someone else. He wasn’t working with anyone at that moment, however. At least, not that I could see.

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago

Helen accepted the papers from him once again and glanced over the new responses, nodding briefly.

“These are better, thank you.”

She gathered all of the pages with his answers and tucked them neatly into a folder, putting it all away.

“Well then, it seem we’re drawing near to the end of our conversation, Mr. Hollis... If you’ve nothing left to say, I’ve decided on the course of disciplinary action to take, regarding this incident with the Red Death.”

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

He could almost feel his heart stop beating. "A-and?" he stuttered.

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago

Helen paused for a moment, her gaze meeting with his.

“Due to your negligence, despite being spoken with on the matters of safety prior to this event, and the potentially fatal risk it placed on those around you, your status as a member of the Society of Arcane Sciences will be revoked, and you will need to vacate the premises by... nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“You will be permitted to take all of your equipment and belongings with you, but I ask that you leave any potentially lethal materials behind, where they can be contained properly. I’ll see if I can send a specialist down to assist you in deciding on what to leave and what to take.”

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

For a moment, he didn’t register the meaning of what Helen had said. Surely he wouldn’t have to leave—everything at the Society was just so...amazing! There was no way he’d be able to leave it all behind, to forget all of this? He’d hardly been here more than a few weeks!

“I... I...”

He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes.

“Okay.”

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago

“You have to understand, Mr. Hollis, that in this organization, we take safety very seriously,” Helen told him, her tone sympathetic but unwavering, “At the end of the day, it’s what separates the rogue scientists from the mad ones.”

She gestured briefly to the door.

“You may be excused, if you wish.”

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

He stood up from the chair and started to walk toward the door.

“Would I still be allowed to help with the cure distribution by the Thames?” he asked quietly.

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago • edited

“That is a good question, Mr. Hollis, though I’m afriad I’m not certain of its answer,” She admitted, rising from her chair with several folders and papers tucked in her arm, “I shall have to ask Dr. Weir, or Millie, as they likely have a better understanding of the care needed for such a task than I.”

Helen stepped past Ezekiel to open the door, stepping out into the hallway with the question on her lips, only to pause when she found nobody waiting outside her office.

“Oh, it appears that Dr. Weir and Millie have already left,” She relayed with a note of surprise, turning back to Ezekiel.

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

Ez looked at the empty space where Lewis and Millie had been. “Well, it would make sense for them to leave — so they can distribute the cure quickly. I suppose I wait here,” he said.

((I just finished reading The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein..... have you read it? The ending got me.))

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Helen Jekyll  Pyrogue • a year ago

“That would be sensible, yes,” She agreed with a nod, then, appearing slightly puzzled, glanced to Ezekiel.

“What would you be waiting here for?”

((Apologies for the delay! Life suddenly became hectic.

I haven’t read it before, but it sounds interesting!))

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Pyrogue  Helen Jekyll • a year ago

((I definitely recommend it! It links back to Mary Shelley’s life too, so it’s partly historical and partly fictional.))

He looked up.

“I... I need to pack, and work out what I’m taking with me. And where I’ll be staying once I leave.”

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MillieGriffin • a year ago

Continuation/reposting of Just a Normal Day/Mz. Hyde's Birthday. Turn order is MillieGriffin, Mz.Hyde , Tairais , and Millie's up.))

(MillieGriffin Tairais

2 days ago

"Well that was eventful..." Millie commented after seeing the areal battle that just happened over them. She did feel a little bad for the Nasir that broke his arm but her mind went back to the cheater she just beamed with her rock.

"We have our pray to get first."

They pushed through the overgrowth where Millie threw the rock, there they found what they were after.

An unconscious Nasir laid sprawled on the ground, in they're open left palm was a long nerrows tube and next to the fingertips of there right hand was another dart.

"Ah!" Millie smirked at the sight of the body, "And caught red handed no less." She said as she picked took the dart and the straw out of they're hands. As she carefully examined the dart between her thumb and forefinger an idea illuminated in her mind.

"I wonder, can these pierce stone?"

Mz.Hyde MillieGriffin

10 days ago

Who knows? Test it out on that boulder right there!

* She points at a nearby boulder.*

Tairais MillieGriffin

7 days ago

Charricthran had been busy at work while the others had been occupied in the forest: Of the many, many contestants that had entered the arena, roughly a quarter of them had been taken out by their fellows,and several more had been picked off by Charricthran in the aftermath of those fights.

It was a close call in certain instances- he had been ambushed while ambushing a particularly notorious fighter by the name of Amitiel, who was known for their martial arts prowess.

The three fellows behind him were less so renown, almost clumsy by comparison. Regardless, the two or so minutes needed to finish them off drained his concentration, and had allowed Amitien to notice the disturbance and turn his ambush back on himself.

It was fortunate, then, that Amitien recognized and immediately underestimated him. He had long since shed his feathered visage, and was small and thin in comparison to the Nasir. Many of them were proud almost to the point of being arrogant- they never expected someone one to three feet shorter than, and much less muscled than them to overcome them so easily.

It was only ever the seasoned and less prideful fighters that learned that those hollow bones of theirs really could be such a nuisance sometimes.

Charricthran stepped under the fifth punch thrown at him (three dodged, one taken for the sake of pursuing this opening), then bunched himself under Amitien's center of gravity and lunged.

There was a satisfying 'SMACK' as Amitien flew into a boulder some yards away, where he could just make out the outlines of two familiar figures between the gaps in the leaves.

With Amitien out of the way, Charricthran estimated that approximately a quarter of the original fighters remained. The battle so far had lasted nineteen minutes and forty-four seconds.

A perfectly normal length battle, then. Good- it meant the crowds would be entertained without being bored.

He slipped once more into the shadows, lest Millie throw a rock at him next.

~*~

Not two seconds after Mz. Hyde pointed at the boulder than a seven foot tall Nasir went flying into it with a loud 'SMACK', refusing to rise after they stirred once with a low groan.

The forest fell silent once more, the distant roar of combat like the sound of buzzing bees.)

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Millie sighed as she walked over and gingerly flung the unconscious Nasir away from the rock, they tumbled though the air like a ragdoll, landing in the distance.

"Now that our target is clear..." She pronounced as she walked back to her previous spot.

She loaded one of the darts into the pipe and after an extremely deep inhale, shot it into the stone. With a loud *CRACK* the dart splintered into hundreds of tiny pieces against the bolder.

"Well Hell..." Millie thought out loud, "guess we have to go with plan B." She took a moment to try to think what plan B could be as her eyes wondered to a large tree... then to Mz. Hyde's threaded needle and suddenly an idea sparked.

"Alright Mz. Hyde," she said in a low tone, "you ready your thread, while I uproot that tree. That guiant is going to have ine nasty fall." She grinned.

(Mz.Hyde)

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Mz.Hyde Mod  MillieGriffin • a year ago

Got it, let's see....rock giant rock giant....what does well against a rock giant?

* She thinks as she searches through her thread.*

Ah-ha! Acid!

* She threads the needle and the metal begins to glow a sickly green.*

Ok, I'm ready.

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MillieGriffin  Mz.Hyde • a year ago

(Tairais)

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