#aftermath rp

[felicitymeganoverwatchsmoak]

Felicity woke up several hours later in a hospital room.  She felt like she’d been hit by a bus. That was the best way she could describe it.  She winced slightly as she felt the incision where the doctor had sewn her up after she was stabbed.  She didn’t remember being stabbed, but that was what the doctor told her. They also said she’d been found bleeding out along the side of the road. “What the hell happened?” she wondered. 

As she lay back in the bed she sighed heavily. She was glad there wasn’t a mirror in the room. She could only imagine what she looked like.  She could remember back to slightly before the incident.  She remembered meeting an alternate version of Oliver Queen who thought they were married.  She’d remembered running off to find Dinah or Sara and talk to them. But the events surrounding the accident were still a blur.  “What had she done?”

She shook her head as she looked around the room for a hint as to what might have occurred.  

[aftermath-rp]

“forgiveness was never my strongest suit”

This is Maplestar, Dawnclan’s leader. She is a tough to please cat with many, many faults

[blaireducroix]

Making tribute...A new Leaf?

(( This is after some RP had about a week ago, just getting around to making a post about it.))

Blaire opened the door to the small apartment she had rented within the city. It wasn’t large by any means, more of an open concept loft then anything, it suit her though. It was in good condition, somewhat renovated and in a decent area of the city. The two windows on the two far walls had views of the docks and ocean below  and would let in a stream of healthy light...if they weren’t covered up with black satin curtains. Blaire liked it dark in the room, a lot of her decor was dark lately. The sheets on her queen sized bed were black silk, the furniture was a crimson red satin she had moved from the Du’Croix manor. The artwork was mainly abstract in nature with black, greys, and reds. In all the room had a very...gothic feel to it.

As the door closed behind her with a securing thud she just stood there a moment. Her leather satchel draped over her shoulder, her sword and knives resting at her hip. 

She just stood there...thinking. Contemplating. Plotting.

Her meeting with Monisha again did not go how she wanted, by no fault other than her own. Thinking over the words that were spoken, the promises made, she just stood there...until her thoughts overwhelmed her as she burst into a rage. The first to go was the bag. She sent it flying across the room with ease its contents of books, vials, parchment, and the lone gold pendant with the well cut large ruby laid inside scattering across the floor. She furiously undid her sword belt sending that flying too.

She let out screams of anger as she clenched her fist, shadows started to coalesce around her hand. The shadow of her figure given off by the candles in the room started to loose its form and turn into a blob. Her breathing became hard, seething filled with the hate she had swimming through her veins at the moment. She stalked around the room gripping at her head shaking it furiously as thoughts raced through her mind.

Why couldn’t she ever just stand up to Monisha. She wanted to be independent, make a life for herself that didn’t revolve around the servitude for another. She achieved murdering her parents and grandparents...at least in one life. She was starting to make outside connections, people she could consider actual friends, or at least acquaintances. Still, when it came to Monisha its like every beneficial step forward she has made, all the progress, just goes away and she feels like she is at square one, trying to prove herself useful in whatever way she can no matter what it gets her into. Hell, even running into Sybil North a few weeks ago had her doing the same thing. 

Again she screamed, the shadows morphing into even more hideous shapes, taking a life of their own almost. A shadowy smoke started to billow around her, the room itself becoming darker as it seemed like whatever light existed from the candles and fire place was being snuffed out.

Then a knock came to the door and everything disappeared and returned to normal. The candles burned brightly giving off the warm glow again in unison with the fireplace.

Blaires face went emotionless as in an instant she composed herself. She did an about face and opened the door to a woman dressed in all black work clothes a hand on a dagger hilt at her side. Blaire sighed knowing immediately who it was. “Davmir doesn’t trust me to live on my own yet apparently. Cassia, I am fine it has just been a long...frustrating day and i need to release some steam. I assure you.” The woman eased up a bit “Are you sure Lady Blaire? I swore i saw...smoke from under--....” Blaire put a hand up “Don’t alarm yourself, it was just your imagination. I am sure you work yourself too much and are tired. I won’t be leaving for the rest of the evening so take the night off.” Cassia relaxed fully now. “Of course Lady Blaire.” Blaire was about to shut the door when she stopped. “Can you do me favor. I have a list of items I need delivered from home, can you ensure it gets to one of the stewards and have them sent here as soon as possible?” Cassia nodded “Of course Lady Blaire.” Blaire walked to the counter in her apartment leaving the guard-of-sorts at the door. She took some parchment and quill of the floor and quickly jotted down a list of items. She walked back to the door “Thank you Cassia. And make sure you relay about the blood rubies I need the largest we have. I have some plans for them that I need as much surface area to work with and adjust. Thinking about picking up a new hobby to fill my time.” Cassia took the parchment and nodded “I will have it relayed as soon as i can Lady Blaire, if you need anything I am just down a floor.” Blaire nodded closing the door.

She walked across the room and plopped into the crimson satin chair that sat in front of the fireplace. “No trust in this family...” She rubbed her temples as she closed her eyes. She sat in silence for quite a long period of time before speaking to herself. “I need to spill the truth to Monisha. I will get her the rubies she wants, but I need to stop avoiding it and just rolling over to her every command. I am capable, I know I am. Varyem, Verlai, Pleo, Renlarian, they all see potential in me that I don’t see. Instead of living up to it I just roll over and act like a clueless schoolgirl who has no idea what the fuck i want to do. No More. I am Blaire Asimara Du’Croix. I am the ruler of the Du’Croix clan. I have noble blood coursing through my veins. I need to stop acting like scared, naieve girl i was and starting acting like the woman i know i should be...”

For the rest of the evening as the sun slowly set, the dull orange peaking through the cracks in the black satin shades over her window, Blaire sat in front of the fire in silence. Thinking, plotting, contemplating. Her hands steeped together and smokey shadows dancing between her fingers as she controlled it.

((@monishadangelo @misspleo @huntress-verlai (dont know why it wont link T.T) @renlavaye @varyem-rhaine (again...dont know why it wont link >.>) all for mentions))

[aftermath-rp]

Mudtuft! A young warrior you’ll see in birchclan! Apps are opening soon (May 31st), so keep an eye out!

[classification-newt-scamander]

Aftermath

Closed RP with @regretismyconstantcompanion

Seeing Hogwarts for the first time in years brought back bittersweet memories of his expulsion and heart felt nostalgia of being a student sneaking out of the castle and into the forbidden forest hunting all manner of creature he was lucky enough to come by.

It was a shame he was now back under unfavourable circumstances.

The aftermath of Paris was just beginning to make headline news around the world, soon the entire globe would see the British Ministry painted by two different pen strokes. They either attacked innocent bystanders under the pretence of upholding the law or they intervened at Grindelwald’s illegal rally encouraging the suppression of muggles by any means necessary and innocent Aurors were incinerated in retaliation.

Needless to say the journey home had been sombre.

Leta had sacrificed herself, she had died fighting for a world that had rejected her very essence in order to save them.

Newt had been forced to wrench Theseus from the fight and his brother had crumbled in his arms; his heart had scattered into pieces and barely spoken a word since.

Jacob had been sat quietly next to Tina with unspilled tears in his eyes, reeling with loss and rejection. Queenie had been persuaded by Grindelwald's charms and was now lost in his network of followers, being a natural legilimens she was valuable, which meant getting her back was going to be next to impossible.

Meanwhile Newt was once again battling his own failures, he had failed Credence, he should have tracked him down sooner. Then perhaps Paris would never have happened. Leta would be alive, Jacob and Queenie would have been happy in New York. Newt could have prevented all this pain.

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A quiet sniffle and gently pawing brought Newt back to the present and away from his pitiful thoughts. Teddy had been at the battle in Paris and suffered his own war wounds, Newt had scooped him up and managed to heal his superficial scraps.

Really, Newt should have predicted that with a coliseum full of people wearing their best, Teddy would have gone hunting for every shiny object his beady eyes could see. Grindelwald had apparently been no exception to this rule and Newt discovered the blood pact in his pouch as he spelled him better.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's lack of physical intervention all clicked into place

Everyone knew the rumours that Grindelwald and Dumbledore had been close once, not that Newt cared, he never put stock in gossip but their was no denying a blood pact made between two of the most powerful wizards in living memory. The necklace was identical to a trinket Dumbledore himself owned.

With this knowledge Newt had asked Nicolas Flamel to send an owl to Albus stating they needed to meet immediately, under the guise of relaying the events of Paris just in case the owl was intercepted. Teddy had unintentionally given them a silver lining and perhaps with both halves of the necklace Dumbledore could find away of breaking the pact.

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There was an unspoken tension rippling between the group as they waited for Albus, together they had been through so much in an incredibly short space of time, they all demanded answers to questions that seemed too painful to speak of right now. The battle was still raw.

Emerging from the fog, Albus came towards them and Newt met Dumbledore half way. What they needed to talk of required some privacy.

Nevertheless news of Leta had already travelled to Hogwarts, Newt confirmed she had passed away and distracted Albus with the pendant instead, if he spoke of Leta aloud Newt would become visibly upset. No one had had the chance to morn, now was not the time.

Watching his plan worked as Dumbledore's face went from bewilderment to blossoming delight was satisfying. Newt felt pleased he had managed to do something right, even if getting hold of the pendant was a happy accident. He explained that Teddy had swiped the pact and Grindelwald was none the wiser.

"Do you think you can destroy it?" He asked, if anyone could find a way it would be Albus. If they could break the pact, Dumbledore would be able to move against Grindelwald freely.

[timetofloat]

Aftermath(Closed RP)

Closed RP with @shotbled​

Jennifer was staring down blankly at the object that she was holding in her hands...not noticing how her hands started to shake nor the fact that tears started to drip down her cheeks. 

She had offered to get Eddie’s things from the room he was staying, she knew it was too painful for her friends especially Richie at the moment. She was holding Eddie’s spare inhaler she found on his nightstand. She had dreams about the bathtub and someone being impaled for years...but it wasn’t clear just blurred but after recent events Jennifer felt like she had failed, it was her fault and she could have saved them. 

Before Eddie had died Jennifer had rushed over to Richie’s side after Eddie thought he had killed Pennywise. But then everything had happened so fast, in one moment Eddie was next to her and the next moment he was impaled, his blood splattered on both her and Richie...all she could remember though in that moment was her screaming as Richie clutched onto her tightly. 

[darsacarrington]

A Rough Dough

There is nothing more grounding than losing hour upon hour at the bake house. When I did the long thinking about what skills I had up for grabs I was shocked to find I was one of only a handful of men who knew how to make bread. Bread is a backbone for a humble diet. As a boy I normally ate a whole loaf of bread between all three of my meals. It was a filler, and, it stuck with me years later.

Getting the last of the loves into the oven I seal it up and check a near by time piece. Just because a round of bread was in the oven, it doesn’t mean I get to slack off. We have to start up the loves for dinner while the lunch bread is baking. It’s a constant process, but it’s utterly rewarding when I see the men get in line for food and they have something warm and comforting.

Going over to a mixing bowl I start getting the mix together. Only out of the corner of my eye I see something that is a minor Light send. Boar. Four large boars are being carried in. They’re all going to the butcher, they’ll be cut up and I can almost taste the pork fat in whatever dishes we come up with next.

Robar was leading the group until he saw me. The man looked to be getting a bit of color to his face, all of us are starting to get color to our faces. Even me. His steps were unyielding as he made his way to the back house. The other workers knew not to bother him too much, and he knew well to not get close so the area can stay sanitized.

“I just finished seeing Valentine.” He nodded to the boars but he didn’t look happy.

Val is a hard person to figure out. I know I fucked her life over. I did. I own that. I am doing what I can to save her now. This means sending Ro to try to offer her direction in her powers. She told me she was walking away, that she wanted to be normal. If she wants that I can make it happen.

“How’s she doing?” I asked measuring out some flour and adding it to a sifter, I put in some salt as well and start to tap it into the larger bowl that had water, sugar, and yeast. Okay sure, I am worried about her. It’s all those instincts I have to keep smaller people safe. Even her, even if I know she could easily become a monster.

Robar let out one of those breaths that just screams ‘shit’s not good’. His dark eyes moved from my hands to my eyes. “She’s being plagued by the entity. it’s getting to her in her dreams I think... She kept touching her neck.”

And just like that I’m reminded that things like this done just end... When it comes to gods you can’t just be rid of them. Zirnos, or whatever the fuck his name is, It’s name is, it’s not going to rest. Val is along and she doesn’t have the backup to fight against it.

“I’m going to go see her.” But I don’t stop from my task. “Tomorrow... It’s a hell of a day and I’ll get someone to replace me here. If you’re right, we... we need to help her.”

“She threatened to kill me.” Robar said in his normal blatant tone. “She hates us still, she...” He was recoiling as if something up setted him. “She thinks she’s in love with you.”

I know. I know how Val feels. It’s been the only card I had to guide her into a better life. She knows I don’t love her. It’s my partial saving grace. Still I know it’s her main motivation to be here with us.

Starting to mix the dough in the bowl I turn it out to the counter and start to knead it. “I know mate. It’s going to take time, maybe years, but I’m fucking giving her the time... You did make sure to pay her.”

Ro blanched and reached into his robe and pulled out the small bag of Alliance gold. “I was lost in conversation with her.”

“Fucking hell mate.” I shook my head and then gestured to where my jacket was. “I’ll give it to her tomorrow. She’s, strong but needs a softer hand.”

“I was trying to assist. I mentioned I had seen her ‘god’ and she needed to know she could conquer it.” Robar said his voice in a defending tone. “She is still not seeing the horrors Colton tried to do. She sees him in a good light.”

Letting out a breath I nodded. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow. She’s not going to hurt me...”

The dough was almost to the right consistancy for it’s first rising, but I was becoming lost in the repetition of the movement. Baking was one of those sacred places for me as a kid. It’s a skill that has now paid off. I just need to hope my time and ditication with Valentine will end up the same way. She could end up being a fabulous void user. Doing something more than be in a cult leader’s shadow.

I’m a man who lost to hope. I need to hope or I fall into a dark place. Valentine is one of the people I hope for. Her life has been horrible, and it’s all I want for her to have somewhere safe so she can heal. First we will have to deal with the entity tormenting her. None of my people deserve to lose sleep to a whisper in the night.

(( Mentions: @kat-lockhart (For Valentine and Colton) ))

[crowfalled]

just ducky