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[color=781E03][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=781E03][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Nobody [/center][hr]
Founder’s Day.

A day in which Salem, Massachusetts welcomes in all it’s citizens to the heart of the city for festivities, fun, and a fireworks show. Washington Square is the perfect area for pop-up shops, food trucks, and other booths for services. An area that lies in the middle of museums and sculptures that properly describe the history of Salem, be it supernatural suspicions or the pilgrimage, this area is shared, today, by all races and species that Salem houses. Despite all reasons in how Founder’s Day came to be, people loved the day off for an excuse to drink, party, and gather. For Ambrosia, it is a time to reminisce of past years and a time to scope out suspicious new supernaturals that may have lurked into the dark streets of Salem within the past year.

A mostly cloudy day with only few glimpses of sunlight to beam upon the lively city is the first thing any vampire would take note of prior to going out during daytime hours. Ambrosia, dressed in her usual, everyday style, sporting an open-shoulder, mid-length dress with tan heels to match. Though she kept the jewelry to a minimum, it is still clear that she is of the richer people. It was a long walk from the master bedroom of the dark, victorian mansion that housed many members of the coven, to the expensive vehicle in which Ambrosia would be chauffeured in. Greeted out front along the stone driveway by Mr. Edwards, a youthful individual that was almost as notably vampiric as Ambrosia herself, despite all signs of black magic within her, was all apart of a daily pattern. He routinely opened and closed the door for her before proceeding to drive her to whatever destination she was required to be present at, but today, it would be to the heart of the city.

Mr. Edwards, dressed to impress with his usual suit and tie, broke the silence during the car ride over,”You look very stunning today, Mrs. Sanguis.” His English accent is very prominent, though he’s lived in Salem for several decades now, he probably still sports it for character.

Ambrosia let out a soft smile as she looked to him,[color=781E03]”Thank you, Mr. Edwards. You look very dashing yourself.”[/color] Although he gave a similar compliment everyday, the thought went very far and it was always heart-warming to start the day off with a compliment.

“You seem rather quiet today — is something troubling you?” He questioned with concern in his voice.

Although there was suspicion in the community for a coming evil, Ambrosia lied and brushed it off,[color=781E03]”Just lost in thought, I guess. Thank you for your concern.”[/color]

With each passing business, statue, and sculpture, it would always stir up distant memories for Ambrosia. While normally not journeying into the heart of Salem to save for unnecessary social interactions and questions of her identity, well-being, and wealth, she figured that this day was better than any other to see what the people of Salem were up to. The car ride was rather long from backed up traffic to find parking, but the drive was a comfortable length to allow scattered thoughts to come together.

Ambrosia was dropped off along the curb of a not-so-busy area in order for her to gradually adjust to the heavy crowd of people that lurked up and down the streets. While she enjoys being by herself, she awaited for Mr. Edwards to find parking before being accompanied into the square. Ambrosia stood in a shaded area, fiddling with her enchanted ring in hopes that the daylight will be sparingly generous on her skin today. With each passing person, Ambrosia began to get in a mode of examination, properly eying those that would seem a bit off than the regular citizen of Salem — though these days, Salem had such a diverse range of peculiar citizens. Curious if anyone had sensed her presence yet, she felt no fear in thought of any form of aggressive event due to the public that seemed to cast a safe setting for any individual to face their rival.

Despite the comfortable setting, she still jumped when Mr. Edwards startled her by interlocking his arm with hers. He chuckled towards her before leading the way to one of the many entrances of Washington Square, but with each passing step, something seemed off.

It wasn’t until they made their first step within the grounds before the feeling of an uncomfortable sting raced into Ambrosia’s mind, causing her to feel her power weaken by a substantial amount. With a subdued wince, Ambrosia stopped in her tracks as many passed the two. Mr. Edwards spoke up in worry,”Is everything alright, Mrs. Sanguis?”

As Ambrosia looked around and took a short moment to gather herself and readjust to the sudden change in atmosphere, she turned to Mr. Edwards calmly,[color=781E03]”Something isn't quite right here.”[/color] While taking time to analyze the feeling and the given situation, she pulled Mr. Edwards in another direction,[color=781E03]”Come sit with me on this bench here.”[/color]

Mr. Edwards became worried of her suspicions,”What’s happening?”

[color=781E03]”I’ve felt this feeling before,”[/color] Ambrosia explained, her eyes darting to each passing individual as well as anyone that would look their way,[color=781E03] “I believe someone is trying to draw me out, or anyone of us for that matter."[/color]

“Of us?” Mr. Edwards echoed,”What do you mean?”

[color=781E03]”Someone has placed a holy seal on these grounds.”[/color] Ambrosia had no clear suspect for whoever conjured this, but the feeling was apparent and incredibly obnoxious. 

”You’re right, I did feel strange upon entering the grounds. Do you wish to leave, Mrs. Sanguis?” Mr. Edwards was the only person that was aware of Ambrosia’s condition when it came to her tainted well-being. Although all supernaturals will be effected by this holy sigil, Ambrosia experiences a much stronger effect instead of just a wiff of holiness in the air.

[color=781E03]”No.”[/color] Ambrosia replied to him, [color=781E03]”That will create suspicion. I can endure this and make a casual leave to avoid any conflict that somebody may stir up, but we are also unaware of the motive behind this. This is Salem, after all, and many of the citizens are worried for their safety when it comes to supernatural horror stories. This could just be a scared citizen seeking peace of mind by creating a shield to fend off any possible dangers. So — we will wait and take this opportunity to see if any other individual has a similar reaction.”[/color]