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7 yrs ago
Current I have work tonight, but I"ll get everyone's posts up after!
7 yrs ago
I'm sorry guys, it's the first week of classes and I have to make sure I don't get behind. I'm starting all of my homework early and can't post until the weekend.
7 yrs ago
I'm sorry guys, it's the first week of classes and I have to make sure I don't get behind. I'm starting all of my homework early and can't post until the weekend.
7 yrs ago
Acclimating to moving in with new roommates and setting up my new computer. Gonna be pretty busy the next few weeks, so I think posts are gonna be a little slow. <3
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7 yrs ago
Hang in guys... I'm taking my last final today and after that I'll be free as a bird.
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Wayne



The odd care and affection for Wayne passed from Johann's presence as the Wesen turned his focus to Alexis.
"Your abilities were quite useful. I'm glad to see your mother found you in time."

The telepathic communication let the slight amusement of Johann seep into the two smaller Wesens' minds, hinting that he found her excitement slightly adorable.
"A word of warning, Alexis: Magic always comes with a price. Today, perhaps you've gotten off without anything noticeable. But magic left untaught is fuel waiting to be ignited."

As the tentacle of the Tintenfische retracted fully into the pool, Wayne braced himself on his knee and rose to his full height, nodding at Alexis in approval. It was rare, if not unprecedented, that Johann would choose to negotiate with anything short of a Konig Wesen (Means King Wesen. Some species of Wesen are inherently more powerful than others, kinda like royalty but not as set in stone. Wayne is a Konig Wesen, as in Johann, while typically Hexenbiests are a tier under them, known as Hohes Wesen [High Wesen]). Yet something seemed to pique his interest regarding Alexis.

Please be careful...
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Wayne


Wayne watched with a small smirk as Alexis dispelled the magical defenses on the pearls. Spellcasters were so incredibly rare, and they were almost entirely devoted to the Hexenbiest order. To have one on his side... That opened up an entire new host of possibilities.

"Well done." Wayne took the pearls from her and eyed the woman up and down. Compliments weren't his forte, and if Sophie were to hear that he had given one to someone he had met that day, well, she just might have a stroke.

As far as Wayne could tell, the pearls were enchanted, however, they weren't setting off any alarms. Once they had returned to Johann's cave, Wayne motioned for Alexis to remain outside before entering the room, striding to the second platform in the room, careful not to approach the central stone ring on the bridge.

Without his enhanced vision, the Wesen wouldn't have been able to discern anything in the darkness. Johann's presence was... Absent. In previous encounters, Wayne had always been able to detect the Tintenfische's mind poking at his own, subtly intruding on his thoughts. Yet this time, the cavern was devoid of any life.

Frowning, Wayne cleared his throat. "Johann? Are you there?"

Silence greeted his question, echoing faintly on the stone walls of the cistern. The mystery tugged at the edges of his mind, pushing him to take a hesitant step forward. If Johann wasn't here, he might finally have a chance to look down into the cistern and see the Johann's lair.

Taking a deep breath, Wayne quickly strode forward, closing the gap between himself and the edge of the bridge. When he came to the end of it, he was standing directly above the center of the water, gazing down into the black abyss beneath him. Even with his glowing eyes, Wayne's gaze was unable to pierce the depths.

Frowning once more, Wayne turned to return to Alexis, but instead of seeing the exit, he was met with a looming wall of water before him. In his curiosity, he had neglected to hear the soft sounds of running water as the liquid surged upward from the cistern and blocked his escape path. Before he could even shout to Alexis' for help, the water surged forward, pushing him off of his feet.

Landing back first on the bridge, Wayne sputtered water out of his mouth before inhaling deeply, coughing out the water he had inhaled. Struggling to his feet, Wayne looked around the room, his heart dropping into his chest when he realized the water had climbed the walls and ceiling, surrounding the entire the room in a bubble of water.

In eerie unison, the water shifted forwards and threw forth aquatic tentacles from every angle, seizing Wayne and hoisting him into the air.

Through the haze, Wayne saw Alexis' struggling to get in, but the water filled the passageway and repulsed her, magically preventing entrance to the cistern.

An unearthly wail echoed from the water around him as the tentacles snaked forwards, attempting to seize the pearls from Wayne's grasp. Fighting desperately against the liquid, Wayne fully Woged and screeched at the water, causing a visible ripple to run through the liquid as his magical cry repulsed the ocean's grasp.

The water released his form and dropped him onto the bridge, knocking the wind from his lungs. Shifting around their injured prey, the aquatic tentacles began to prepare for a second attack. The instant before they reached the Wesen, a deep, powerful blue light filled the room, banishing the ocean's spell in an instant. The water surged back into the cistern, wailing as it went.

Silence filled the room as Wayne struggled to breathe, leaving him alone in the soft lighting. Wayne looked to the exit to locate Alexis, but a gentle voice interrupted him.

"Give me the pearls, Wayne."


For the first time, Wayne witnessed part of Johann's body as an enormous, black tentacle snaked upwards out of the water and pulled Wayne to his feet, leaving itself open to receive the pearls.

Shuddering, Wayne gently placed the pearls onto the flesh of the titan. "W-what was that?"

After receiving the pearls, Johann retracted his tentacle into the water, taking with it the sense of impending danger.

"The pearls belong to the sea, and they have been separated for many years. They were anxious to be reunited."


Instead of the typical prowess and prestige that Johann possessed, Wayne detected a sympathetic, gentle tone, as if the larger Wesen was grateful and caring. Shaking his head, Wayne looked over his shoulder, searching for the woman. [color-teal]"Alexis?"
@Wick I'm working late tonight but I'll post after I get off!
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Wayne


The moment before Alexis crossed the threshold of the room, Wayne's arm shot out and grasped her forearm, freezing her before her foot could touch the ground. His eyes flicked between Alexis' face and the floor, gently easing her backwards out of the room.

Wayne gently pressed his lips to Alexis' ear and spoke in voice softer than a whisper, tickling her skin with his breath. "Wards." Pulling back, the Wesen lifted a finger to his lips to demonstrate that she should speak as quietly as he was. Leaning back in, he continued.

"These pearls belong to some kind of spell caster," Wayne said, eyeing the prize. "I don't know how many there are, or what they do, but my guess is, if you speak to loud, touch the ground, or try to move the pearls without disabling them, you'll be roasted like an armored knight in a lightning storm."

After staring on for a moment, Wayne bit his lip and turned, looking Alexis up and down with curiosity in his eyes. After briefly considering how stable she was, he leaned in once more, whispering in her ear. "Almost every ward erected by a magician for personal use is fairly easy to dismantle. Direct manipulation of magical energies is incredibly rare, and almost no species outside of Hexenbiests are capable of casting at will. Therefore, if one were to be... Magically inclined, it wouldn't be too hard to dismantle them on her first try."
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Wayne


Alexis' internalized racism grated across Wayne's nerves, causing a small scowl to form on his lips before he intentionally dispelled it; Hexenbiests were among the most hated by the Grimm, as their magic and cruelty were both powerful and unprecedented. No other populous race had such an affinity for combat magic. However, it still irritated the Wesen as she rambled on about hatred based on heritage alone.

"Unfortunately, Hexenbiests aren't entirely gratuitous when it comes to sharing information about themselves," Wayne commented, glanced down at the woman beside him. "I'm uncertain of when your mother was turned, or if that had any effect on your heritage. My guess is that the fact that you have been previously unaware of your heritage has impacted your ability to Woge or access your abilities. Typically, one only Woges during any feat of physical, mental, or magical exertion, as well as during emotionally charged moments. Grimm's can see through our human disguises... Elias has either been blinded to your true identity, or for some reason, he is incapable of viewing your true form."

Unless he has been aware of your true identity this entire time... The thought troubled Wayne, however, he kept it to himself. Such a situation would be highly improbable.

"As for your headaches whenever magic is used on you, there's two explanations- Agh!" Wayne continued, grunting in frustration as a rather large Bauerschwein jostled into him, resulting in the larger Wesen to turn to Wayne with a sneer.

Before he could speak a word in his garbled English, the Bauerschwein locked eyes with the Avian Wesen. Instantly, he dropped his gaze, mumbling a soft, congested apology before moving away, disappearing into the drift of traffic. His large form was easily discernible through the crowd, however, Wayne took no interest in him, returning his gaze to Alexis and continuing their conversation without skipping a beat.

"Either you were being assaulted by a young, unlearned Hexenbiest, which I find highly unlikely, as they aren't typically allowed to roam beyond their Coven's walls until they are highly competent," Wayne said. "Or you have an affinity for resisting magic. Unless you are Grimm, a Hexenbiest can often probe your mind undetected. Only skilled hunters, other magic-capable beings, and Grimms are capable of detecting them. Whether you are fully Hexenbiest, fully human, or some form of hybrid, you have developed an affinity for magic."

Sorry, I was pretty busy because my family throws a giant New Years party where like 30-50 people spend the night at our house (it gets hella crowded). I'll get a post up tomorrow when I can get to my computer!
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Wayne


Wayne decided to heed her outburst and paused for a moment, considering his options. After glancing around to make sure they had no unwanted audience, he sighed and met her gaze, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. If she was going to be with him, he couldn't afford her to be emotional. She needed a cold, precise warrior with lethal accuracy, not a conflicted soul tormented by her heritage.

"Elias is a Western Grimm," Wayne began, making sure she was looking into his iridescent eyes. "They are more understanding than their Eastern brethren - you know that - and he has proven himself to being willing to cooperate with Wesenkind. From what I have heard of his family, they have been known to even partner with Wesen from time to time. The only reason Elias would have to hate you is if you were to become as vile as most Hexenbiests choose to act; unlike the Eastern Grimms, the West doesn't operate off of racism, but justice."

Pulling away from Alexis, Wayne strode off into the streets, quickly moving through the crowd, not glancing back to see if Alexis was behind him.

The pair navigated the streets of the underground city until they came to a massive gate that could easily have allowed passage for twenty men broad. Traffic slowly milled through the entrance to the aquatic district, slowing the duo's pace to a crawl. The crossing of the quarter mile tunnel took almost ten minutes, a period of time filled only with shambling, chatter, and claustrophobia.

The recent revelation of Alexis' bloodline brought an odd sense of peace to Wayne. She was no longer in any immediate danger in the underground. If anyone discovered them, while it would be quite odd, they wouldn't desire to interrupt anyone traveling with a Hexenbiest. While some were disliked for their cruelty and dark magic, the vast majority of the the Hexenbiest species were respected and feared among the commonfolk of Wesenkind. Akin to Barons, most Hexenbiests wanted for little and garnered the loyalty of those under their rule. They would be left alone, allowing for the freedom of dialogue between the pair.

"We're in a safe environment, Alexis," Wayne said, glancing over at his companion. "If you have any questions, now would be the time, and I would be the person to ask."
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Wayne


Wayne silently observed the situation unfolding, his brow furrowed in worry. How hadn't he sensed her magic? How had he not sensed her Wesen nature? Granted, she was an anomaly, the first of her kind, a mutated hybrid of Hexenbiest transfusion and Human, however, it was still quite odd he hadn't been able to notice her. The Wesen had detected she was not a trueblood Grimm, however, that didn't reveal her true nature.

As Alexis burst out in anger and confusion, Wayne was taken aback. Wouldn't she want to know what had happened? Who she was? Then again, she was a Grimm, at least by tradition, and to discover oneself to be a Hexenbiest was a curse most foul indeed. While they were remarkably powerful magic users, they were immensely vile, and even Wayne had a distaste for them.

The instant Alexis left the house, dread sunk into Wayne's stomach. If she was going to go out in that manner, there was every chance they would be stuck in the lion's den with no escape as every Wesen hunter her. There was no way for them to become aware of her dual heritage.

Slipping out of the house after her, Wayne quickly slid past her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Pivoting his foot for support, he hurled the girl into a small alleyway and forced her to collide against the wall with enough force to banish the wind from her lungs.

"What the hell are you doing?" His voice was harsh and commanding, reprimanding her for her actions. Yes, she had most likely received traumatic news, however, that didn't excuse her getting both of them killed.
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