Achronum

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Alexander tilted his head as a moon prince- hm, who is that? Not sure we've met yet. Not that Alexander has been around long, just shy of seven months- zipped in and... Did he just? Alexander blinked as he just slipped away with the bubble. Just like that. No magic. No sneaking. Just upsie dasey and off he went. No concern for the sun princes. No concern for the shadows. Just get the bubble. If he could, Alexander would have been howling. He leaned forward as laughter racked his lungs. And kept leaning until thump, he hit the ground hard. And what better way to celebrate falling off a building than playing with the rather large shadow pulling itself out of the ground.

An insect wing on a twisted human body and appendages, hundreds of tiny human eyes on a fly's face, and ooze dripping off its feelers. Alexander rolled left and right as he dodged the dripping substance, small holes burned into the ground where it landed. He shrieked as he rolled into a pile of dirt and vanished into his hat. He reappeared behind the creature, a card held between each finger. His eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into an angry pout. The nasty, sadistic side of Alexander reared it's ugly head and he realized he found a wonderful waltzing partner.

Two pink flashes of light and the feelers hit the ground, dissolving away. White gloves pulled the wailing creature close and they waltzed, the shadow stumbling along with the Prince of Tricks. Everytime the shadow got its footing, Alexander slammed it into the building before continuing on mercilessly. He snickered mentally each time the shadow tried to wriggle from his grip. With a final flourish and a short bow, the shadow erupted and painted the building wall.

'Honestly, has no one ever taught you manners?' He though irritably. His irritation caused him to slip the thought into each of the other princes' mind, his control not perfect by far. He still wasn't used to being able to communicate so easily. 'Hate the man, not the suit. You never dirty a gentleman's suit.' Alexander clicked his tongue as he plucked a white hankerchef out and dabbed ooze and dirt off himself. He tossed the soiled cloth to the ground and frowned. What was he doing...

He bopped himself on the forehead. Smokey the Bubble Thief! He bolted after him. He quickly realized he wasn't going to catch up so reached out for his mind and sent a quick 'Slow down Smokey!' The Prince of Tricks boasted an impressive magic reserve but seriously lacked in every physical attribute. Against a fast and agile prince like Smokey, he would just be eating dirt.

He vanished and appeared ahead of the prince, clearing out lesser shadows that started gathering. Quickly establishing a safe zone inside a circle of cards, he gestured for the bubble carrying prince to enter so he could close it off. They needed to establish a more secure area, preferably in the air, and a line of mental communication but this would work for now.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

When he caravan master sat, Skylar sighed with relief and quickly followed suit. His legs ached, his hand burned still, and his eyes felt like lead. He rubbed the back of his neck, easily out a crick he'd managed to work into it somehow. He looked up at the caravan master.

"You ferried people up this way into a slaughter house? Jeez man that's pretty brutal." Skylar sighed, resting his head on his hand. "But why did they let us live and leave if they killed everyone that came up here?" After hearing why they needed Regina, he wanted to go back but he wasn't in any condition. One more spell and he'd probably pass out from exhaustion.

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He looked left, right, and left again. Nothing looked familiar. This part of the city was a maze to him. Especially when a bird snatches your phone right out of your hands. And then when you chase it. And then when it decides to fly up a rather large building. This had to be a joke. Karma really. Probably the universe repaying him for the rubber cockroach he left in his teacher's lunch. He snickered to himself. The detention was so worth it. The karma, still to be seen.

Thankfully, it seemed he was in a busier part of town. Soft music played, the lights soft and comforting as plenty of people chattered at little restaurants and cafes that peppered the streets. Everyone seemed relaxed, happy. A street magician caught his eye and Alexander meandered over, thoughts of home and a late dinner forgotten as he applauded the tricks. Then the air shivered.

It started off as the music faded. The lights turned cold. Some flickered before shutting off. The music swelled, now a cacophany, before stopping abruptly. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They zipped through his mind before fading into the background, seeming to sink into the cracks in the floor and the walls, seeping into the dark spaces between bodies, dripping into the shadows. Alexander sighed. He was tired from the show and still had plenty of homework. Guess he'll just have to distract the teacher with another prank, again. Ideas start moving but he shook them off. He pulled off his hat and tossed it into the air.

A magician's top hat fell instead and he caught it, black smoke tendrils wrapping around his body before exploding pink. He brushed off his suit, put on his hat, and drew a deck of shimmering pink cards as two black blobs materialized in the air. They boiled and writhed before the left formed, a multitude of gnashing teeth, mouths, and eyes lunching at the Prince of Tricks. He smirked and flicked a card out that expanded instantly. A heavy thud as the shadow rammed the new barrier, he flicked out three cards rapidly as the other, rapidly growing orb. An ear piercing screech made him flinch as he called back his barrier, the distraction costing him a small cut of his cheek as the first shadow bit the Prince. He shove a card into the beast before swatting it away and snapping. The shadows exploded in a shower of pink, their remains scattered across the pavement.

'Tsk, that's what I get for being hasty afterall.' He though, mildly annoyed as he rubbed the cut. The red stain quickly faded from the white glove. 'At least clean up is easy.' He glanced around, noticing no shadows, and vanished into his hat to appear fifty feet up, an expanded card laid out as a platform. He took in the city. The distortion field was huge. He sighed again. It was going to be a long night.

He glanced down and frowned. A large number of shadows seemed to be headed in the same direction. Never a good sign. He followed in the air, jumping from platform to platform form as he created and recalled them. He should probably put a damper on their numbers, throw in a little chaos for the beasts, but he was afraid it would disrupt their migration. And he needed more information before assaulting them. He knew he should wait for the other Moon Princes but he would find them when he had more on the phenomenon.

Then he rolled his eyes. Should have guessed. The Petal Prince was at the end of the yellow brick road. He dispatched them with ease it seemed so Alexander waited for the other Moon Princes and watched. The sun prince summoned vines and roses in a spectacular display. Alexander clapped politely. Despite their differences, the magic was visually appealing. He watched as a civilian trapped in the field stopped dead in his tracks before the prince and watched him warily as he caught his breath. Interesting. A human who didn't bolt when they saw a boy wielding a magic sword, obliterating monsters. He watched as another prince-in a sailor outfit no less- encased the human in a bubble. Must be a shield or ward of some sort.

'You should consider just removing him from the field you know. Don't bystanders just distract you lot? He projected the though into the sailor prince's mind. He drew a card, the 4 of spades, and flipped it idly through his fingers. He should be ready just in case though remained waiting for the other Princes.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Again Skylar flinched. He seemed lost for a second before looking up for the scroll. His face fell and he took a shuddering breath.

"My family was targeted by cultists down South. Almost every single Altzan can cast magic from the second they can read. Our blood at base contains a potent reserve of magical energy, making it one of the best spell catalysts available." He chuckled darkly, "So they attack us. Hunted and caught us one by one to use in their rituals. We fought back. Oh we nearly had them beat out of our towns too. But some of us turned. They got greedy, conspired with the cultists, and destroyed us from the inside." His mouth was set in a hard line and fury twisted his face.

"My mother" he spat the word, "was the matriarch of our family. One of the best battle mages of our time. She turned too. Found out when I woke up to a burning house and my little brother on the altar, insides opened and drained of all his blood. I tried my best to kill her but I just can't cast battle magics, let alone at her skill." Tears started to well up in his eyes and his voice dropped to little more than a whisper.

"As to back there. Magic, despite our attempts to manipulate and catagorize it, constantly changes and fluxutates, changing the rules and effects as it wishes if the will isn't strong enough. Magic often innately enhances emotional responses and creates a feedback, furthering one's experiance of the emotions." He pursed his lips and looked down, "In cases of extreme stress or trauma, it often forces you to relive the event and substitutes that reality for the current one. You see, hear, feel, taste, smell everything that happened again and again. The cultist triggered the memories and I saw her instead. I aw my brother Alexander on the altar before her. I smelled the fire and death. So I tried to change it. Thankfully, killing the cultist made me remember she didn't die and brought me back. Who knows what else I would have cast and who I would have caught in the crossfire. I had a few elixirs to hold it at bay but they broke when the caravan threw us to the ground and without supplies, I can't remember more."

Skylar leaned a little heavier on Jameson, struggling just to keep his eyes open. Hopefully, they would find a relatively safe place soon.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@Oliver Sorry was at work most of the day and I don't have access to my stuff during it. Promise we'really till here ^.^

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"So now that you aren't part of the band of evil and horror," Skylar gestured back towards the mansion wearily. "What exactly was going on? I mean you know, what exactly would that ritual do?" Skylar didn't particularly want to know but he needed something to keep him awake and alert. In reality, he just wanted to pass out but this wasn't the place nor the time.

Still fading in and out, he opened the pack and pulled out a random scroll. Reating always helped him focus. He slung his bag on his back, gently placed a hand on Jameson's should wither an apologetic smile, and started to read using Jameson to guide him over the awful terran. PLus, who knows what new magics he might find!

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@January

1 - Yeah, I'd love to work on some collabs! PMS so we don't over spam this chat yeah?

I s2g, if you don't get in here before the GM closes apps I will find you and I will eat your deodorant.

@January

2 - This is the oddest threat I'be ever had the pleasure of reading.

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I'll join home ec @January since he does actually cook and such at home to help his mother, it would make sense for him to be in it to learn a little more.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"So we took stuff. In my opinion, we should just blow it up." Skylar said after listening to the voice from the house. "I mean if anyone here can do that. Fire is really not my department." He clutched the bag tightly in his arms. Worse comes to worse he could try and seal it as best as he could and hope it was enough. Times like these made him wish he'd suffer through combat magic. It just made him too sick.

Now they just had to find Raven and Ivan. At night. In the fog. In the woods. This night certainly wasn't getting any better.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Sooooo... we just blow everything we stole up right? Just launch it into the sun? Like 10/10 would recommend to stop a ritual.