Achronum

Of Blood and Magic

Lucan made to finally address Salem now that the dust had settled but a quiet chime caught his attention. He glanced at his phone and returned it to his pocket.

“Another time.” Lucan promised and he vanished as he ran from the room.

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“Come along boy. We have an appointment for you and you know my feelings on tardiness.” Varis quickly patted down each of his pockets, frowning until when he realized he forgot something and quickly turned tail to grab in. He shut the door to his room once he did, shooing Eris towards the front door He tried opening the pocket watch he retrieved, only to roll his eyes when it didn’t and slipped it into his pocket.

Varis barely waited for them to leave, nearly clipping the last person out as he locked the door and then set off towards the bus. He regretted not demanding a private car for the excursion. Why Ryner thought it was even passingly acceptable for the Nobles to ride with the commoners was beyond him.

“We’re going to have to deal with your fans.” Varis sighed as they approached the bus stop, a small group already waiting. As luck would have it. The bus pulled up only moments after they arrived and Varis had little issue cutting through the peons, glaring at the few who thought to try and cut him off. He lead the group onto the bus and grimaced at the lack of privacy the seating arrangement afforded. Now he had to choose where to sit the boy. Did he want air headed fans next to them or behind them?

“Sit.” Varis pointed at the seat behind them, ordering the Starag in his place. “Eris, you’ll set there.” Varis stood in the walkway, waiting for eris to sit in the first row next to the window. If Varis let the actor near these idiots without a buffer, he’d have a headache by the time they arrived. Maybe he could force the driver to leave the others behind…

That would only cause trouble with Ryner probably.

Of Blood and Magic

Interacting with: @WeepingLiberty

“I got pretty sick almost immediately after getting the invitation so I had to wait.” Damien shrugged. “And unlike these fancy pants rolling in the dough, we can’t just snap our fingers and get a life mage to us so I came in late. Never doin’ that again. Showin’ up next time if it kills me. Hey, do you think that town has something good or is there a place to chill with some snacks on campus?”

“Is that… a pineapple?” Damien asked, confused as he looked around excitedly. His tour with Lucan had been rushed and now he had the opportunity to explore the campus and everything! If Lucan wanted him for something, he had little doubt the vampire would be able to find him. At the thought of him, Damien looked around and let out a sigh of relief when he didn’t find nightmare fuel stalking him.

“So, uh, since you’re actually the first other mage I get to talk to here, is your vampire absolutely terrifying? Cause Ser Lucan insert-massive-title-here is scary as fuck.” Damien paused for a moment, thinking about how he showed him around and how Lucan took care and stayed―a slice of ham and a soda, pfft―and reconsidered. “Sometimes. Like, 65% of the time. Is that a normal thing?”

Of Blood and Magic

Interacting with: @Hero@Obscene Symphony

“Don’t dote on him.” Varis snapped as he took the cloth, wiping away the remaining blood. He used his phone to check and handed the cloth back. “Competent mages deserve praise and the child is anything but. Flinching during feeding and leaving our guest’s mage loitering in the entryway. Yes, I heard your half hearted apology. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume wolves raised you. Dispose of that and we’ll be on our way. And be thankful I don’t add more lines.” Varis dismissed the mage with a flick of his wrist.

“A pity about your mage. Here I hoped one of us would get something more refined.” Varis sighed irritably. “No matter, I suppose. Every mortal can be useful in someway, even if it is only when they die.” Varis strode past Eris and into the living room, conversation not stopping as he moved with the expectation that Eris would follow. “I was taken aback at how eagerly my Lady procured the boy’s adornments though. If I didn’t know better, I’d expect my Lady and the Queen had some sort of arraignment. These are hand made to order. I’d barely sent out the letter the night before.” He blinked briefly for a moment at the sight of Max in the living room.

“I had hoped another Mr. Alderman existed and you hadn’t be stuck with an Astorio chew toy. My condolences.” Varis continued past Max and into his room, leaving the door open behind him for Eris as he opened up the top dresser and moved a few items around to pull out the box. He unclipped the front, popped it open, examined the pieces critically for a few moments, and closed it again. “Absolutely perfect. Next will be replacing half his closet. The boy only has photocopies Of the same three outfits. Dressing him for dinner was a nightmare."

The Gifted - Concluded

James Kingston

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Location: Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A

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James gave Erg a flat stare. He fully intended to protest being kicked out until he did his job and got it running but the Grimlock thing wasn’t funny. Portals, time travel, magic cumberbunds, burning warehouses―all fine, no problem. He’s pretty sure someone could summon a straight up demon and at most he’d question that rational behind that decision but someone picking into his head crossed a line he hadn't realized existed.

“I’ll get my job done, don’t you worry. I’ll be leaving yeah but I can’t leave you around in the dark. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as everything is fixed. And I expect a call back if something goes dark. James demanded before turning back to Casper. “You’re gonna have to one up a manhunt if you want to get that far but if you’re still here when I’m done or we meet up at the Underground sometime, I’m definitely taking another stab at that. Explain to me how I can get a concussion up and running but a balck eye and head pains escape me.” James grumbled. “And maybe at some point we can have that conversation over breakfast or something? I think I could use an Irish coffee after the past 48 hours.”

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Requiem

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Location: Frost International HQ
Skills: N/A

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“We’re honored Ms. Frost.” Requiem replied pleasantly, considering his options. The most likely scenario was she already lifted it form their minds and she was waiting to see if they were foolish enough to try and deceive her. On the other hand, and a best case scenario, she may not have and instead discovered Requiem’s intricate plans for educating the carnival child. In both cases, maintaining an appropriate vagueness was likely the key to survival in this endeavor.

“I wouldn’t dare presume someone of your caliber wasn’t already aware of our business but if discussion is needed to be had, may I suggest we move away from here? Tis always best assumed an equal but opposite force in play and something that finds its equal in you madam would be truly terrifying indeed. Requiem requested. "It is far more difficult to find something misplaced when too many eyes are watching.

Talrae Reborn

“Welcome, welcome!” Anu shouted across the room at Kira as the rest of the inn, Nerile included, gave the swordswoman odd looks for a few moments until she reached the Last Genesis table. A few whispers, “Who the fuck?” and “Damn game got another one.”, ran through the small crowd but disappeared quickly in the general din of people mourning and celebrating.

Willow, on the other hand, drank deeply from the tankard she ordered and slammed it down with a pleased sigh. It wasn’t bad, obviously a bit weak, but it would do. She dug into her stew, the stress of the day driving her to eat. As Kira announced her approached, she sighed internally at who was proclaiming. She really hoped it was Kira but apparently the alter ego had made her appearance. Another headache but one she’d gladly suffer a thousand times over right now. At least Kira was still here.

“But for now, you’re stuck in a mortal form and that form still needs rest and nourishment.” Willow gently reminded the girl. She’d dealt with the “demoness” before and this sounded like she was ready to charge off on the next adventure. “Cece found the guild hall where quest info and such is. Maybe you should do some reconnaissance, make a plan for tomorrow, and then come back for rest so that weak shell doesn’t give out trying to contain your power for too long.”

The red player at the bar pushed away once he drained his drink and made his way upstairs as quickly as possible. A few people muttered, talking about reporting him to the Council. Another NPC, Drash, made his way from the back and took over for Nerile, who immediately slipped into the back after a sharp nod and a muted whisper.

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The man at the desk, tagged Aluet, looked up at Cecilia’s question, his fountain pen hovering over a long page in foreigh script. He gave her a quizzical look over the rim of his glasses.

“I take it you’re new to the island. The Guild Hall is staffed from 6am to 11pm daily but is always open to travellers in need of respite.” Aleut explained seriously but he smiled slightly with his next question. “Welcome to the Foglands, Madam. How can we be of assistance tonight?”

Next to Aluet, a woman named Adsilah, recoiled slightly as Prome made his demand. Visible only to Prome, his dashboard opened automatically and displayed a series of Open Quests with one suddenly turning bold.

Quest information Request
Hidden Knowledge: Subclass
See Warrior Dracion or Shaman Rania for information on Subclasses

Someone cleared their throat from behind Prome and Cecelia. Dracion, a hand held on Rania’s shoulder clearly restraining her from intervening, stared at Prome with an evaluating glare.

“What’s all this hollering about, boy?” The man demanded, his voice deep and gravelly. “You may be new here to the Foglands but you’d best learn quick we don’t care for bothrian bothering our people. Plus, I don’t think I much like this talk of destruction on this island.”

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

James Kingston

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Location: Inside the Quinjet
Skills: N/A

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James’s incorporeal lip twitched as he got his way. Sure, resorting to sophomoric methods wasn’t a particularly proud moment but the job got done. Either way, being separated from his body wasn't an experience he ever wanted to repeat.

James blinked his eyes open a few moments later, stretching with what limited capacity he had since he was still apparently stuck in Clarke's ice. Slouching like that, even for a just a little bit, was killer on the spine. James glanced around, noting what people were up to and decided for now it was probably best to wait and see how things played. He was surrounded by enemies at this point. He’d have to wait for the right moment to slip away. And he fully intended to do so.

He had a favor to return now.

Of Blood and Magic

”My way it is.” With a frown bordering on a grimace, a few moments past and massive slabs of the Arena floor flew up behind the remaining students, acting like moving platforms that forced them out of the Arena and then sealed off the entryways behind them. ”Damn brats.” Dracion muttered irritably.

Inside the staging rooms, the only light was from the fluorescent bulbs above.

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Many of the morning’s last periods were still in session, although a few may have released early considering the traffic on the walkways. Dame Patel must have been one of them since she was making her way briskly towards the Arena as she chatted glowingly with Nasir who continued to toss his pineapple up and down. Nasir seemed to make his farewells and he took a hard left off the grounds, wrapping his arm around a student’s shoulder as he went. The girl stumbled as he launched into some discussion and resignation flashed over her face as she waved to the group she was with.

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Varis finished off his sentence before acknowledging the other vampire, careful to put the pen in its stand. He arched an eyebrow at Eris, rolling his eyes at the comment. Had he over indulged? Probably. Was he going to admit that? Absolutely not.

“We’ll see if the boy noticed as well.” Varis replied instead of dealing with it. He capped his inks, carefully settling them back into his desk so nothing happened. Knowing the by, he’d likely spill it all over Varis’s work and he wasn’t willing to risk that. “For a Starag, he’s incredibly unperceptive. It’s quite exhausting.” Varis sighed.

“I’d offer you a seat but we should be on our way soon. I saw you enjoyed your tussle with the Countess and the Turned boy earlier. I also noticed you hid your aptitude from the Academy.” Varis mentioned. “I found it amusing. Especially with that star stuck thing hovering around you. And then the Astorio demonstrated the boy’s choice of sparring partner as pathetic as I expected. Not my preferred method but effective nonetheless.” Varis finished making sure everything was put away neatly and finished folding the letter to Eris’s acquaintance.

“I finished the invitation to your tailor. I’ll have it expedited with this morning’s mail. It should arrive in a few days.” Varis informed the movie star. He turned his full attention to the vampire leaning against his door frame, eyes crystal clear. “Did you manage to hint down your mage? Or did it manage to wiggle away from you already?”

Talrae (Sword Art Online Inspired RP)

@AXIS It has! It's currently running actually: roleplayerguild.com/topics/177760-tal…

The Gifted - Concluded

James Kingston

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Location: Morlock Tunnel
Skills: Healing Factor

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“Thank you.” James nodded his head at Jack after he pulled him through the portal. “Didn’t need to add a murder on top of destriction of property, you know?” He reached over to Casper after noticing his hand pressed firmly against his head and tried to heal him twice more, growing more frustrated with each attempt. He probably barely managed to stop the bleeding with the fourth attempt. At least he did that. James was starting to wonder if he’d hallucinated the ability the entire time.

“Well, fuck me..” James sighed in irritation. “Maybe I’ll be more helpful once I finish the electrical stuff. Never was much good at distancing myself once I had a project. And we didn’t even get the heat shrink tubing.” James let out a groan as he surveyed the set up again. Down a generator and insulation. Wonder if Blink would pop him in just to pick it up…

“No, that is Bad Idea number one. He muttered to himself before turning to everyone returning from the Warehouse. “Could use some help getting this all fixed if anyone’s up to it. Makes it all the easier.” He said.. He moved over to the generator and gave it a look over, glancing up as Max was finished with whatever he was saying. “Oye Max. You’ve been enlisted in helping me fix this crap since someone shut down my tubing.” James said loudly, jerking his head towards the generator.

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Requiem

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Location: Frost International HQ
Skills: N/A

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Requiem sometimes wanted to command the monkey to dance in a busy street. The second Jinx opened that aggravating mouth, Requiem was half tempted to back hand him into the next century. When it possible trouble with someone with a power like Emma Frost, tone was important. Requiem would give the boy credit for the half truth, he quite liked it if he was being honest, but that tone really got under his skin.

”Jinx is quite right, Ms.Frost.” Requiem agreed, although far more kindly. “Time is money in this world. I’d prefer to be done sooner rather than later. I have plans this evening for this one. And although he’d just decided, Requiem started outlining a thorough discussion of proper etiquette when speaking to someone above your station.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

James Kingston

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Location: Outside the Quinjet
Skills: N/A

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Oh ho. So someone at least could hear him. James chuckled at it, watching the rest of the team scramble for ideas as the Hulk put one dent after another in the Jet. He hummed as he did, drawing great satisfaction as Bautista suggested using him and Mystique as bargaining tools. What an outstanding move. He clapped his ghostly hands together. Using your teammates as fodder. At least someone had a few brain cells left!

James swam around the whole Diggby pity party with a shrug and left, swimming down to find Runa. She was his only connection to the rest of the world so she could only blame herself for this. He settled next to her and watched the Hulk.

“I see why the higher ups want him to finish his research.” James said absently. “Did you know they want to use my body and the unconscious Agent Darkholme as bargaining chips? Two helpless victims forced into the hands of a big green ape. Great plan honestly, you should absolutely support it because I would, but it doesn’t look so great on paper.” James commented.