Achronum

Of Blood And Magic

@WeepingLiberty Sounds cool to me!

Of Blood And Magic

Alrighty so can we work on getting this RP active again? Is there a way we can set a day limit for people to wait? Like after 3 days, if the person you are in direct contact with isn't responding go ahead and post again to keep it moving? I know its kinda rude but I like this RP and want it to keep going!

@WeepingLiberty @Ellion

Of Blood And Magic

@WeepingLiberty I took some liberties with the bathrooms, so if I was wrong let me know and I'll fix. Also with phones, kinda assumed we had reception because it was mentioned the technology exists but not sure if we are out of range?

Of Blood And Magic

Alexander flung the door to his home for the foreseeable future open. Finally! Third one's the charm! Or is this the fourth? So focused getting there, he didn't double check the address. The first door he opened revealed a vampire and mage engaged in some rather intimate activities, at which Alexander stopped, stuttered a hasty apology, and back pedaled faster than light itself. The second one, well next door actually, had been locked. A fact his forehead ruefully discovered as he walked face first into a door he expected to swing wide open. At least the walking petri dish was the only witness to that particular event. Kanalie would never let him live it down!

Inside, the fire mage threw a critical look around. A full kitchen- which prior experiance screamed STAY OUT . Fire and all that-, spacious dining/living room combination with his assorted luggage piled up in, and two closed doors. A sigh of relief sprang past his lips as he poked his head into the bedrooms. Seperate bathrooms. Thank whatever entity arranged that! Alexander decided he liked the left one and flicked on the lights. A beautiful bed, a large bookcase, and a desk with a chair, which quickly adorned the vest and tie he slid off, screamed wealth more than his bedroom at home stuffed full of his things did. Maybe this wouldn't be as awful as he had first imagin- His jaw dropped as he stepped into the bathroom. Marbled tile, a beautiful full length tub, and a marble counter top. Thank the heavans someone cared about cleanliness and comfort around here! Hosing down the vampire may not actually suck! The red head whipped around. Where was Light anyway?

Alexander dashed back into the living room. No putrid pile of blood sucker here. He slipped quietly into the other bedroom and bathroom. Nothing. Damn it! Had he really not followed?

"This is fucking rediculous." Alexander muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair, "How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this? I literally don't understand. Not even a bit. I mean... Actually you know what? No. Nope. I'm done. He has to get here before sunrise either way. I'll deal with it then." Shelving the issue for later, the mage decided to have a nice relaxing bath, call home, and then hunt down Kanalie, probably not in that order."

Whistling, he scrounged through his luggage and yanked out toiletries. Toothpaste, floss, brush, comb, deodorant, his favorite bath bomb, and... Alexander frowned. Where was it? He flipped the bag and shook it out onto the floor. A few bits of jewelry, shirts, and socks littered the floor until a heavy thump made him stop the mess. He grinned, scooping up his favorite mouthwash. Cinnamon flavored! He kept a small horde of them at home as well since he enjoyed them so much.

Abandoning the mess, Alexander snagged his mp3 player and his bath supplies before slipping back to his bathroom. The fire mage's phone forced his hand when it finally ran out of memory, mostly due to his refusal to clear out old music, to switch to a secondary music device. He shut the door with his foot, dumped his treasures on the counter, and powered up the mp3 player. He started slipping his shirt over his head before he froze. Something seemed... off. A chill ran down his spine. He slid his shirt back on and looked around. Nothing looked off. 'Just nerves from a new place.' Alexander thought to himself.

He locked the door just in case. The loud click made him feel a little better. He ghosted over the shuffle butto- There it was. A flutter. Soft. Quiet. There it was again, accompanied by a quick, muted tap tap tap. Sweat started to form on his brow as he slowly looked at the bath tub. A shadow scuttled across the edge. Alexander slowly turned and stepped back until he felt the cold of the handle pressing against him. The monstrosity stopped. Then turned. It steady eyes met his. Alexander softly unlocked the door but it echoed in the room. His face paled as its wings sprang open. It's eyes bored into him, taunting him, daring him to move. Alexander swallowed loudly.

BANG! The door practically flew off the hinges as Alexander tore out of the bathroom, the beetle launching itself after the boy. He threw himself screaming out of the bedroom, whipped through the the apartment and slammed the door behind him, breathing hard and shaking. So much for relaxing. Shit. And he had no clue where Kanalie was. Didn't even write down her address. Damn, he was an ass. He should have made sure she was okay before he left but Alexander was so confused and off balance as it was and... ugh! He pulled out his phone and place it to his ear as it dialed his best friend. Hopefully, she wasn't too busy too pick up...

@KiwiBaer @The One

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Okay so there are a list of things I never imagined reading and eating it fresh was pretty close to the top.

In other news, @The One if you haven't posted something by tomorrow around this time, I'm probably going to post again and dip back to @Ellion and @KiwiBaer if you don't mind just so I can keep rping here :) Also as long as they don't mind >.>

Of Blood And Magic

@The One Come back and play wif us! Don't hate us D:

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

Aspasia's eyebrow rose as Pax whirled around and slammed the drink on the counter. She cast a glance over the little metal creature. Myr they were, if she recalled correctly. She snatched up the bottle and, ignoring the shot glass, drank directly from the bottle. Damn, that wasn't half bad. Her eyes glinted excitedly as Pax crowded the little metal creature and whispered threats. Rooting for his anger, her fingers twitched towards her axes just in case. As the tension built between them, a feral grin unfurled as the Orzhov made his own demands and she... sat back with a huff as they seemed to drink happily together. Damn.

A woman, dressed in red and black, slipped up to the bar. Taking another swig, Aspasia rolled her eyes as it came to light she was another member of the church here. She seemed interesting at first too. Aspasia turned her attention to the little myr.

"That tends to be the opinion on wurms. However, thoughts change when they're on your side. Ever fought on the back of one while the Roil is whipping the winds around you? Best rush you'll ever have!" She chuckled and emptied the bottle and slammed it back on the table, "I prefer Hydras. Much angrier honestly." She stood to leave but stopped as the Orzhov male spoke up, "When did you get that? The coat over your armor. How long ago was it you got that?"

"Not sure. Don't really keep track of that. They over stayed their welcome in the forests so I found them and stuck my axes in their heads." She shrugged and leaned back on the counter, "Didn't steal it if that's what you're wondering nor is it for sale." She eyed the man carefully. She spent plenty of time avoiding the Guilds of this plane. She wasn't exactly comfortable with a member of one speaking directly to her.

@Protoman @Hylozoist

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

The bustle and hustle of the city was an irritant to most, a blessing to some, and impossible for others. Today though, the throng split like water as a tall dark skinned woman stomped through the streets. Wearing animal pelts and leather and sporting two off white wicked looking double headed axes on her waist, the woman practically screamed fury. Her anger palpable, Aspasia cut a swift course through the hustle and bustle that impeded so many. A few brave souls stepped behind her, zipping out of her wake as soon as they could.

Damn it! Damn it all! she though furiously. First she got blindsided, unsatisfying beat the shit out the elfs that did, and planeswalked to the wrong part of this city. Shit. Aspasia grumbled as she stomped over the bridged onto the messa and bee lined for the tavern. She picked out twigs and leaves strewn through her hair and clothing. A few people glanced at the multiple cuts that adorned her arms. Wouldn't be snickering if they got caught in the damned Roil. she grumbled inwardly. Zendikar and all its splendor. She really did need another mana stone from there though.

She flung the door open with a bang and stomped inside, glancing as the bard spun her tale and scowled. Aspasia still hadn't returned to Theros. In fact, she adamantly avoided it. No need to involve herself with a malicious god again. A small twinge ran through her stomach as if to say "That's not why you won't go back." And it's true but she wasn't going to think about that. Her friends were probably upstairs at the gambling tables. She'd be there soon, whipping their butts easily. But first, a drink. Or seven. She slumped down next to the curious little thing in robes, rags, something or another. She'd learned prying wasn't really her thing.

"Oye, Pax! Get me a few shots of anything that'll make me drunker than an Akran in celebration! Pay from that damn weasel good enough to last me a long time. And after that assignment, shit I need something hard." She frowned slightly as green mist tricked from her hand up her arms, closing the nicks and cuts. "Also, damned weasel failed to tell me about the Mul Daya involved and that apparently the Joraga nation had an interest in those beasts! I got so pissed when a damned Mul Daya archer fucking appears, practically teleports!, into existance, shoots me in the leg and her head gets taken off by a Joraga warrior resulting in my wolves deciding Joraga tasted more delicious than a dead corpse. So I said screw it. Y'all wanna play with big dangerous creatures for fun, I asked. Fine have a hydra or two. A wurm for good measure. And then the gods would have it, the Roil role right on in. Like Morgis himself came up and decided AGAIN it was time to die. So damn done! Ran a wurm right under the tree a branch of the Mul Daya and a seven headed hydra ate the closest Joraga clan for good measure. No one is touching those birds for a long long time. Showed them exactly why they call me Nature's Wrath."

She frowned the rest of the people inside. What she really needed was a good fight to stretch her muscles but beating those bastards upstairs would help quite a bit. Last trip to Innistrad taught her some interesting tricks. Trappers were such devilish people, especially when they suprised you as a werewolf. Good thing their hides made such nice clothing. She absently rubbed the fur on her armor.

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept second floor is always open to the general public for gambling tables yes? If so, I'm going to write my character as a frequent enough patron of the place for that reason with a small group of people, if you are good with it ^.^

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept so quick question as I work on my post. Do your doors open inwards or outwards?