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I am the tool of my own destruction.

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Mackenzie 10/07/19 Oh, look at that.
I had enough airline miles for a free flight.
-mocking smile-
This is going to be fun.
Just try not to blow up the plane, yea?
Mackenzie 10/07/19 Calm down, Lassie.
-proceeds to pull out phone-
-tapping and swiping away-
I'll be joining.
Mackenzie 10/07/19 Yes, I want that around here! You f-cking dramatic prick! This isn't a goddamn game. You think so little of me, that you would assume that Jasper and I abandon our people just because things get f-cking difficult?
-shakes head-
Jesus f-cking Christ.
You're not going alone.
Mackenzie 10/07/19 Don't be a f-cking ARSEHOLE.
-stretches fingers-
-shakes hand-
Reassess your bullsh-t.
Mackenzie 10/07/19 -clenches fist-
-stretches neck-
Richard, I'm not sorry.
You deserve this.
-moves to throw a mfing punch-
-for being a d-ck, of course-
Mackenzie 10/07/19 -settles a cold stare-
-takes a step forward-
We also agreed you wouldn't be going alone.
So you can f-ck off with that..
-waves hand-
I'm LeAvInG, bullsh-t.
Mackenzie 10/07/19 You realize that part of my job is looking out for my people, and you're telling me that you are trying to go to LA with no idea of what you are doing. That you are going to waltz around in a place that is very possibly a real danger with you... and you expect zero pushback?
-crosses arms-
D-ck, I'm going to need you to reassess.
Mackenzie 10/07/19 -smacks lips together-
-peers at-
I thought the plan was to find out who they are, and then go to LA.
Mackenzie 10/06/19 It's not like anyone is holding you hostage, Richard. Granted, likely best you weren't traveling during all that.. business. I'm still finding the b-stards in the tunnels.
-deep breath-
I can't do sh-t until this place is cleaned up. Do you even know their names?
Mackenzie 10/06/19 It's been a long month, okay?
Don't get judgy.
Do you even know where you are going?
Mackenzie 10/06/19 -squints-
The **** is in L.A.?
Ebola. That's what.
Virelai Tylwyth 10/04/19

All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

On the selected date they would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Mackenzie 09/23/19 "Richard, I swear..." she begins to murder mumble, an impressive combination of terrifying words with a hushed lilt.

"I'm not in the mood for games."
Mackenzie 09/23/19 "It's the twenty third." Her tone flat, she glances over her shoulder as she hears footsteps. With no way to discern who is truly who, she takes a step closer and lowers her voice. "Where the f-ck were you? You are really going to tell me that you missed all this?"
Mackenzie 09/23/19 "...It's been over a week," she mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Richard, do you need to get into rehab again? Are you using?"
Mackenzie 09/23/19 Mackenzie gives the man a sidelong glance, letting out a deep sigh. "Assume I have zero control over anything. Apparently we're in some alternative universe of 1945."
Jewel 09/05/19 Good.
Wish you luck on your sh^t, too.
-leans in-
Your constipation is showing on your face.
Jewel 09/04/19 Well..
I'm glad my welcome was perceived as it was intended.
Warm and thought driven.

Oh, one more thing..
Don't drink all the alcohol.
I'm going through some sh^t.

Jewel 09/04/19 WelcometoSineMetu..
-quickly spoke; seemingly exhausted-
-dramatically rotates wrist-
And blah, blah..


LillyEmperium 09/03/19 Welcome to the realm and out, there's a few crazy ladies around
Katherine Murray 09/03/19 -toddles by-
-blinks at-
-hands a severed fingie-
-smiles and toddles off-
Mackenzie 09/03/19 Amused, Mackenzie takes the man's hand, giving it a firm shake. But not too firm, nor strong. She is careful to maintain a certain amount of delicacy, and she silently thanks whatever powers that be for her most recent meal. It would surely be a sin to touch an unsuspecting man with an icy hand. "F-ck your kidney. I bet it wouldn't get me near the going rate."

Hand dropping back to her side, she tilts her head to the east before taking a step. "Come along. But um... just remember, it's communal so.. there's other people." She shrugs, feigning insult. "Unless you're chicken."
Mackenzie 09/02/19 "Cyanide is the worst," she quips. Then again, she wouldn't really know about that. Poison had never been her niche. Sighing heavily, Mackenzie reaches overhead and stretches. "First, I propose we get you cleaned up and rested. I have a place, if you're in the business of trusting near strangers."

Arms dropping, she would grin up at him. "Then, we go to Los Angeles. What do you say? A little adventure?" Pausing, it strikes her that this may seem odd. But... when she wants something, and sees potential? Sky is the limit, and adventure is f-cking out there.

"I promise, I'm not a serial killer."
Virelai Tylwyth 09/02/19 Wandering through the dungeons, Yule came across a cell occupied by a man. She hesitated a moment, he seemed to be awake at least and she could use the practice. Normally, she probably wouldn't have said anything, but he didn't seem to belong there. "Excuse me..." She spoke quietly, not quite asking for permission but to pardon her intrusion.

Digging around in her jacket pocket, she pulled out a pair of silver picks and reached forward with her gloved hands to work on the lock. It took her a few tries, but at last, the latch on the padlock popped open and she reached up to pull the door open. She ducked her head and stepped back, letting the shadows of the halls fall more fully over her to hide the blood and dirt she was covered in.

"You should be able to find your way out now." She said, turning in the direction that led not out, but deeper into the dungeon. "Be careful not to get snagged. And good luck."

You managed to break out Richard LaMonte.
Mackenzie 09/02/19 "Richard," she would murmur, committing name to memory as she listens to his cynical rhetoric. Taking a deep breath, she makes the executive decision not to let him in on just who and what she is just yet. A gentle shrug is all she can offer without these key pieces of information. "I don't exactly see a long line of people offering to help you, otherwise. From what you've told me, all you have gotten so far is Welcome to the Realm."

She's never been one to mince words, something he can hopefully handle. "You have two choices. Become the inmate that runs the asylum, or drink the kool-aid."
Mackenzie 09/02/19 Pursing her lips, Mackenzie would stare up at the peculiar stranger. As little as she does know, she has come to learn far more than what she would consider average in a very short time. Taking a deep breath, she tosses her own cigarette aside. "Alright, buddy," she sighs out. "First of all, destroying yourself isn't going to help you figure your sh-t out."

Sights falling to the cigarette betwixt his fingers, she considers thieving it away. "My name is Mackenzie. My friends call me Mack. What'd'ya say we actually get to the bottom of this sh-t? This is hardly the craziest thing I've heard all day."
Mackenzie 09/01/19 A soft snort would sound off, accompanied by an amused shake of her head. Existential crisis, indeed. If this is his first, she is highly impressed. "Better off. The sh-t will kill you."

Yet, all amusement is gone as he continues, and Mackenzie finds herself staring at him, questioning his entire predicament. "Are you telling me that you just escaped some sort of facility, and have now chosen to stand here talking to a stranger?" Perhaps she should be a bit more tactful, something she sadly is not practiced in. "..Where are you from?"
Elowen Jocosta 09/01/19 -takes hand-
-pulls along towards bar-
"One drink. Promise."
-Mischevious smile-
Elowen Jocosta 09/01/19 -purses lips-
"Nice to meet you Richard. Sounds pretty rough. I can't help much with the Jesus thing but I can definitely help with shots."
-touches shoulder-
"Let's go have a drink and maybe we can figure out this whole vanishing thing."
Mackenzie 09/01/19 If she were a different person, a peppier one, she might just throw in some cheerleading joke. Welcome to the Realm had never been her favorite go-to line. Mackenzie preferred far more demented things, but this particular one is a bit different. Without thought, she offers her pack to him.

"You look a little young for a midlife crisis," she jests, a slow, easy grin forming upon her features. A quiet tsk sounds off, and Mackenzie shakes her head. "I think we all have that experience, to some degree. Lord knows, sometimes I wonder if I live in a mental institution, rather than a communal home." A glance upward to his face, and she would mutter a single correction to the inevitable thought: "Not a cult.

"The Realm thing is bullsh-t. It happens to all of us, honestly. There's nothing special about anything. This is just the normal world we've all lived in for as long as we can remember. Care to unload on a stranger?"
Elowen Jocosta 09/01/19 -snorts-
-shakes head-
-lets hand fall-
"I'm not looking to steal your virtue. But, please dont let your head explode. Maybe I can help you out. You seem like you might need someone to talk to. Let's start with a name. Do you at least know your name?"
-smiles softly-
Mackenzie 08/31/19 Mackenzie easily accepts the lighter with one hand, pulling out her pack of Kings with the other. A brow raised at his question, a mild look of amusement etched into her features, she lights up before offering back his source of fire. "No. Am I supposed to?"

A quiet laugh and a puff of smoke later, and she gives only a shrug. "People are f-cking weird." She would leave out the part where she, too, is odd. "You look positively disturbed."
Elowen Jocosta 08/31/19 -spots an unfamiliar person-
-walks up to-
-places hand on his chest-
"Hello there."
Mackenzie 08/31/19 Stepping up next to the strange man, Mackenzie casually glances sideways at him before removing an earbud. "Got a light?"
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