[center][color=FF6347][h1]Charlotte Wardwell[/h1][/color]
[color=FF6347]Time[/color]: Afternoon
[color=FF6347]Location[/color]: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University)
[color=FF6347]Interaction[/color]: Dante [@FunnyGuy]
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...Wait, the guy broke into her house and was [b]arresting[/b] her?! Sure the whole recording on a phone was convenient, but why didn't he just say it in the first place? Wait, could he even talk? She had no idea, but she began to feel a bit of ire bubbling up at the fact her telekinesis idea probably wouldn't work on some actual warlock. But who was the Circle? That wasn't enough of a name, as the term 'Circle' was (she supposed) not too uncommon among covens perhaps. Yet she hadn't read up on any covens in the area, though admittedly her mother had just sent an email about it yesterday. Plus there was the whole-...wait, [b]OH NO[/b]!!! 

[i][color=lightblue]'Well, zee' girl is not resisting at least. Though to hear of zee circle again eez bringing back memories! Not all zee best, not all zee worst, but memories nonetheless!'[/color][/i]

[i][color=yellow]'THAT HARLOT MAEVE'S FILTHY ILK! I SHOULD'ST HAVE ENDED HER RIGHTLY THOSE CENTURIES AGO!!! LET ME AT THIS FOUL KNAVE AND SHOW HER PEOPLE WHAT FOR-'[/color][/i]

[i][color=orange]'Don't scream you idiot, or frankly get us in even more trouble by trying to fight. Idiot didn't put up defenses or anything, just let herself sit there and be salted like...eh, some kind of preserved meat?'[/color][/i]

[color=FF6347][i]'I am not some slab of magical slab of jerky! Besides, if he was just some intruder I could have handled it! But apparently this guy is a warlock! Besides, who's this 'Maeve', and any advice on how to get out of this?'[/i][/color]

[color=brown][i]'Just go along with it for now sweetie, you're already basically captured at this point. Don't listen to the shouting, however, because SOMEONE decided to fight the Circle some hundreds of years ago after they got dumped-'[/i][/color]

[i][color=yellow]'[b]CEASE THINE ILL-SPEAKING OF MINE LIFE CHOICES THIS VERY INSTANT![/b]'[/color][/i]

Well, that was one way to ruin her stay here so far. Arrested by the local coven for turning her attacker into red paste and char on the cement and nearby walls. Curse the magical legal system! She had a right to protect herself! Viva la Revolution-!

[color=FF6347]"Pfphbt!!!"[/color] 

She made a noise as part of a handful of salt hit her mouth in some part, before the witch went about trying to spit out the offending amount of sodium chloride with a light frustration. However, even she had to admit she was fitting feeling like a 'salty blanket burrito' right now for sure. 

[color=FF6347]"Wait, are you trying to turn me into human jerky for transport, or is this some cool magic-dampening ritual for criminals? I mean, either way you just had to put on the message on or ask and I'd come along anyways. At least instead of knocking me off the couch and getting salt in the carpet. 

...Can I pet your dog along the way at least though? Or grab a cup of hot coco for the road? Both?"[/color]

As she spoke, Charlotte did her best to sit up on the ground again with her blanket. A hand came up to brush some salt off of her face, before rubbing her eyes a bit to wake herself back up a bit more. As much as she'd flopped around like an idiot, which was embarrassing enough for a witch of her family and especially for many of the past lives in her head as it was, she also wasn't a total idiot. Just surprised and tired and trying to calm down from a potential near-death experience and the fear of being arrested by the...local...coven...ok so maybe being a bit sleepy and still coming-to had helped in her not freaking out as much to that realization. 

Either way, she wasn't resisting being escorted along. That would just make things worse. Albeit one of her past lives seemed to have a bit of audible frustration towards this "Circle of Ancients". She could ask about that later, however, though she'd need to sober up some more along the way. A cup of travel coco and/or petting a cute dog if possible would help her calm down enough for that perhaps. 

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[center][color=FF1493][h1]Valya Karaznov[/h1][/color]
[color=FF1493]Time[/color]: 5pm
[color=FF1493]Location[/color]: Alexei’s
[color=FF1493]Interaction/Mentions[/color]: Vivian [@Pink Khione], Finn [@Milkman] Ylva [@13org][/center] 

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Valya simply gave a light nod to the woman, whom she assumed was the bartender, before walking over to take a seat. The crowd seemed well enough for a local hole in the wall like this, but she didn't mind either way. Besides, a young 'pup' like that breaking down a door and the bartender having to call to get money to repair a door was almost right out of a human movie. Or comedy skit. Either way it was entertaining enough to make her smirk as she glanced at it all once more before taking her seat near the Nordic-blooded woman who seemed a hair taller than her. Seemed friendly enough, raising a drink in invitation at that, though as she got closer Valya paused for a moment...only for her smirk to perk up on either side of her mouth just a bit more before finally letting out a low chuckle. 

[color=FF1493]"Heh, been a while since I last had a glass of Akavit. Of course last time I did was with a good friend in Sweden, right before they got married I believe. Was a wonderful wedding outdoors, though most of us were nursing a hangover admittedly. Even the groom and the priest! Haha!"[/color]

A light peal of laughter rang out of the wine-haired woman's mouth, before she settled down once more and let her arms casually cross as she leaned forward on the counter before her. She then looked over to Ylva again, a look of amusement on her face as she regarded the other woman with a curious glint in her eyes. 

[color=FF1493]"I'm always traveling, of course, so safe to say I've had my fair share of coincidences and spirits both. I am far from a local here, however, though with the 'dog eat dog' world out there I've learned that sharing a drink with others is one way to try to make friends in a new area."[/color]

She let the phrase 'dog eat dog' draw out slightly, not hiding it as she tried to drop her own hint. It was almost hilarious she'd run into some of her kind at a bar and the scene of a bar fight, both equal parts fitting as well as interesting. Of course there was a lot going on these days to be worried about, so she had to make clear she was a traveler who had come into the area. Less chances of stepping on the toes of locals initially that way, though she'd be going about her business as she pleased regardless. Still, to see someone of a strong stock here was very curious indeed...every so slightly reminiscent of a part of her own life so very very long ago.