[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/155WnRW6/cdf5c79c18c5d9bd5a7dded92f24c26c.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgd52V9j/tumblr-p5nwsl-AWDd1r8vhq9o2-r1-540.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@LadyRunic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ed145b][b]Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 10:00 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][u][b][color=ed145b][i]The Manuscriptorium[/i][/color][/b][/u] - [@LadyRunic]

	Emma nodded, grabbing onto the ladder and tugging it to the end of the row of books. There was one book in the [b]Darke[/b] section he remembered the older scribes talking about - they used to pull it out whenever a new scribe had a headache and read what that could be a symptom of as a cruel prank. Eventually, he had raced up the ladder and retrieved it, coming down with the title: [i]Poisyns and Aylments[/i]. It was a rather old book, one that looked like it would fall apart if it was breathed on too thickly. Fortunately, Emma had put on a pair of gloves he kept in the pocket of his tunic. 

	Making his way back down with it, he looked at Skaoi for approval. "This, miss? It's wicked full of all sorts of [b]Darke[/b] stuff... If what you're lookin' for is in any tome, I'bets on this one," he explained. He rocked back on his heels slightly, filled with hyperactive energy. It was hard for young boys to be stuck behind a desk all day, the general task of a scribe. "I heard it sent Drusilla mad when she read it," he added, not sure how Skaoi would feel about that. 

	However, Skaoi for reasons unknown beyond those incapable of breaking the fourth wall, suddenly paled rapidly and fled from the Manuscriptorium, never to be heard from or seen in the Castle again. 

[u][b][color=ed145b][i]Wizard Way[/i][/color][/b][/u] - [@eclecticwitch]

	To the untrained eye, nothing would seem to be out of place on Wizard Way. However, Mona specializes in jewels and gems. She knows what should be there and what should not. Coming out of #13 Wizard Way, little stones are on the ground, making a trail of sorts towards the Palace. These stones are lapis lazuli - precious and powerful, they are said to enhance one's [b]Magyk[/b]. And as they hadn't been there a moment ago, it stands to reason that someone in the crowd was leaving them behind.

	Now, how would lapis lazuli get spilled like this? Why make a trail? 

[u][b][color=ed145b][i]Wizard Tower - Entrance Hall[/i][/color][/b][/u] - [@LadyRunic][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@KazAlkemi]

	[color=#a81a75]"Forgive me, but I did not realize that your wife was your property,"[/color] Runa snapped at Richard. She had been alive for eons, living a longer life than he could imagine. She was over six hundred years old before Richard had even been thought of - and now, this attitude after the pesky boy from before had acted with such misogyny? Her patience was running thin. [color=#a81a75]"And you are hardly old, Richard. In fact, you should be in a Midgardian's prime - unless you are suffering from some sort of diminished intellectual capacity. Or perhaps you are missing a kidney?"[/color]

	Yes, Runa had heard about the time when one of her husband's friends and Richard ended up fighting - and Richard came out of it missing a kidney. She was surprised that Thalia hadn't smacked him with the way Richard was talking to her right now - speaking as if Runa needed [i]his permission[/i] to ask Thalia to complete a task, and that [i]his permission[/i] was the only thing that mattered. 

	However, Thalia did do as Runa asked without a word to her husband. She sent Halley and Arnora to Asgard, before moving into the Great Hall to attend to the others. [i](Nally, we'll pick up for posting in Asgard once the clusterfuck at Wizard Tower is dissipated)[/i]. Runa then met Klara's eyes and she shook her head slightly. She wasn't going to tell Cuyler what had happened to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. If Klara wished to, then she could do so. 

[u][b][color=ed145b][i]Wizard Tower - the Great Hall[/i][/color][/b][/u] - [@BlueSky44][@KazAlkemi][@Nallore][@FantasyChic]

	As Thalia came inside from the Entrance Hall, she seemed to point at certain individuals in the room and they vanished. Truthfully, she had sent them to Asgard. There were too many people here at the moment - and besides, Runa had asked a favor of her and she owed the Goddess of Lies. It also helped that a crowded room wasn't the best for birthing a baby. She sent Antonije, Marya, Medea, Sylvi, Astrid, and Nova to Asgard [i](again, we will pick up with these guys in Asgard after the Wizard Tower stuff ends)[/i]. 

	Myrus nodded slightly, his knuckles white and his hands were shaking. There was a faint ruby red glow around them, as if his powers were about to activate again. Seeing Fleur... it terrified him. So many of the awful things in his life traced back to her and while he didn't know much about [b]Magyk[/b], she had just drained someone of power. He felt an aura of pure terror and horror coming off of her and he didn't even have the ability to read auras. [color=ff0000]"W-we should go..."[/color] Myrus stammered, looking at Valda. To borrow from [i]Harry Potter[/i], looking at Fleur was like looking at a boggart for Myrus.

	Meanwhile, Banner took a moment and he looked at Fleur. "Thank you," he said honestly. She had saved his adopted grandson, something he wouldn't have been able to do. [b]Magyk[/b] was more or less his achilles heel. He then returned his attention to Myth, glad that the silver woman had started to send people away. The less people here in the room, the better. "Can you get some towels, please?" Banner then asked Fleur. He didn't know who she was but she was helping to save people, making her a good guy in his book. 

	"Okay, Myth, you are lucky," Banner said. "You're going to be able to push soon," he told her encouragingly, hoping someone brought towels quickly. "Bruce, your job is to be her rock. This isn't going to be easy, so I want you encouraging her and helping me let her know when it's time to push."

[u][b][color=ed145b][i]Wizard Tower - the Courtyard[/i][/color][/b][/u] - [@BlueSky44][@KazAlkemi][@LadyRunic]

	Rainbrook paled at what Ahote had said - his mother had been [b]Vanished?[/b] Vanished objects went into non-being. No one who had ever been [b]Vanished[/b] was ever heard from again, since essentially the atoms and everything that made them up were evenly scattered across existence. "SHUT UP!" Rainbrook snapped, a slight pink tinge appearing in his eyes. His father wasn't the only one who had inherited powers from the Goddess of Water and Love. 

	Rainbrook, born Caspian Rincewind, had the ability to [b]Charmspeak.[/b] He never really used it, finding that it was dishonest but with the rage he was feeling at his mother's fate and this school boy talking about things he didn't understand... It was too much and Rainbrook was seeing red. His [b]Charmspeak[/b] ability would force Grimspound to shut up, at least for a moment. He then stalked off in the direction that Ahote had went, unable to see that the man had collapsed from the thick and hot tears pouring from his eyes. 

	He clenched his fist. He never had been one for fighting, but now he wanted something to pummel into a pulp. He had been sent here by his mother because she remembered him being there - remembered him helping out with the [b]Sickenesse[/b] - and now nothing was like what she had described. It was all wrong and she was dead because of it. His sister would never be born because of his failure. 

	Meanwhile, it seemed that Grimspound's injuries were more severe than they thought, as he promptly died without much ceremony.