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BIONICLE

I'm still here, holiday season just was busy. Still interested but wasn't sure also if character was fully accepted yet so never did post anything.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Arkay

Scorn could only watch as Aria went through some form of fit. Part of her was concerned while the other was unsure what to make of what was going on, none off her scenarios was what she expected. Unsure how to help she just watched as he went through the process. When he opened a few buttons on his shirt, she could help but lick her lips, it was a habit, and she couldn't deny he wasn't bad looking as much as she wanted to deep down hate him for being an adult. Her other half wanted to pounce tear flesh from meat but she was use to that urge and subdued it with ease. Her eyes focused on his chest however when she noticed the maroon light that pulsed from it. Eventually it stopped and he had let out a final cough that let out maroon smoke and purple embers.

"So like Lovecraft right?" she replied looking over the bar at him for a second before hoping over it and sitting next to him. It wasn't like the place was busy, she hadn't noticed anyone else enter since the college students left. She sat cross-legged on the ground slightly away from but closer then they had been with a bar between them.

"Aren't parents a bitch like that," she mumbled unsure why she was explaining herself but she continued ",No idea on my parents. Left me for who knows why, and let me suffer." She remained silent for a second before shooting a smile and then shifted subjects. "

Since you let me in on your secret I'll let you in on mine. I'm what they call a wendigo," she added.

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Well I think I found a better image for Scorn's Wendingo form. I'll get a Scorn post up hopefully tomorrow.

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@Silent Observer

"So how are your sons?" Tholo asked Bran. Bran was one of the few wolves he knew who had children. His first son was rather old, coming from a previous soulmate match up. Unfortunately she passed away, though how Bran never said. From what Tholo knew, he was a doctor somewhere out on the west coast, bonded to a fae. His youngest was from the current marriage he held with his soulmate he had now, a rare miracle to see a birth from a were due to the complications and challenges it had.

"Ah well Charles is doing fine, he recently announced that his was going to have his first child within a years time," Bran said happily always happy to speak about family. His mood shifted however as he went from speaking about family to more serious matter

"Speaking of foreign wolves earlier, Adam is out helping the Boston pack track down one." Bran's youngest was known most as simply as the Enforcer. While they were perhaps now know to the world, old habits were hard to kick and sometimes it took one of their own to find another. While today most of the time they tried to cooperate with the law and hand over any troublemakers of their kind to the legal system, some needed to be dealt with swiftly and would just be a waste of time. Bran had to usually stay in Montana, running the packs around the country was a full time job as well as many other practical matters he had to attend to. His son Adam however had no qualms with tracking down rogues and distributing justice that was needed.

"From the information we have this rogue came in about two weeks ago into the Boston territory. The Boston Pack sent over a neutral party to ask what the loner was doing but never heard back. Found the corpse about a day or two afterwards with the rogue seemingly gone but he didn't leave the area until a week after arriving and in that time he attack two other wolves, one won't be able to see properly again through their left eye and the other died to their wounds. We have our witches trying to do tracking spells but this is a crafty wolf."

Witches and weres had become relatively close through the centuries, suffering during the early sixteenth century to trials and hunts, they had bonded over common problems and helped each other out, usually having one or two witches a pack under their protection while paying them for help when they needed it.

Tholo nodded in understanding, though his mind thought more on his original question then Bran's talk. Family, it was an odd word on his tongue. He hadn't known family besides Bran for centuries and he tended to be a loner enough that these visits weren't common. He had ancestors alive in the modern day but his first and only time contacting them had gone over poorly and he had stayed away ever since. They seemed to not want anything with him so he didn't bother with them again.

@Arkay

She looked up at Aria, giving only the faintest of smiles. She could at least appreciate that he seemed to be an adventurous soul, something that most adults seemed to lack."I'm afraid to disappoint you but I merely came in for a drink, no jobs though the mention of hunting is an exhilarating one. I haven't had a good hunt in a long time though I got in trouble for that one," She said then debated whether to tell him why he knew his name. She slightly began to laugh at the second portion of his question on why she was there.

"Well you wouldn't have to look exactly far to find my supposed lover-boy," she said after getting control of herself and showing her wrist to him ",Seems you are written all over me." She wondered how he would react to such news. Her mind went through as many possible scenarios that could happen, mostly the worst cases but he wasn't what she was expecting so perhaps it would go the other way and not be so bad.

"But I guess I can make one request for you Mr. Kelly and that is what is the meaning of this rune," she added pointing that the rune with her other hand that was between the first and last name that wrapped around her wrist. It seemed to be partially glowing as she had brought her wrist closer to him.

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So what up everyone?

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@Silent Observer

{Meanwhile with Tholo, a Last Minute Decision to travel to an Old Friend}
After a several hour anxiety filled flight, Tholo stood at the door of his destination. After his nap in the basement he made a decision of seeking advice from long time friend Bran, the head of all werewolves in North America, it was thanks to him they had come back so well after the events in Europe that had them nearly hanging by a thread to existence. It was Bran who had pretty much smacked the sense into him and made him stop pitying himself when he first came to America as well as after his second soulmate's death. The age gap was immense, Bran perhaps being the oldest werewolf in existence yet they shared similar life stories that not only were they friends but some could describe them like brothers if it wasn't the difference in appearance.

"Tholo! This is a surprise," said Bran who gestured for Tholo to enter.

"It was a last minute choice," Tholo answered.

"Well I guess this isn't just for a simple visit," Bran said leading them to the living area of the house ",Katarina is currently out on a business trip so you won't have to worry about being ribbed." Katarina was Bran's soulmate, a were like him but instead of a wolf she was a coyote. Due to her Indian heritage, Tholo was the one to joke that she had some connection to the old stories from Indians about the mischief maker Coyote and whenever he visited now she usually tried to do some form of trick on him.

"So what is it you need?" Bran asked sitting down.

"Advice as well as a request," Tholo said sitting across from his friend and began the tale of his current dilemma with Trixy and their run ins.

"I'm unsure if I'm ready and each time she pushes away it makes me more unsure," he finally finished ",I don't want the same fate to happen a third time."

"Tholo, you must stop living in the past," Bran said ",What you went through is painful, no less painful then what you describe she has gone through. You both have lost those that you loved but don't let the hinder what you could have. You both need to, I doubt they either of your soulmates would of wanted you to live lives if coldness and be alone forever. They'd want you to move on eventually." Tholo let Bran's words sink in. Maybe he did need to let go more, not fear the future and just live in the present.

"I need you to see if you can find anything on one of us," Tholo finally answered after awhile ",You know that after my past events I did some odd jobs for some sense of retribution. One was helping a vampire who I recently found out was killed after I had given some information to him for two packs."

"Hmm yes the French packs were very hostile during that time due to the trials. Stubborn, and easy to agitated and very territorial. Dangerous dealing with them, this vampire of yours was taking a risk but I assume he must of had his reasons," Bran said rubbing his temples and gave an audible sigh ",I'll see what I can do but you know that time as well as I do. We had no records of packs and even now I'm trying to help figure out what packs are left, which ones were wiped out entirely, and even those that had split for them in Europe. It isn't easy, with no records its all by word of mouth and finding wolves around over a few centuries old is not easy."

Tholo nodded."I know but just if you could try, it would help."

@Arkay

Scorn watched the bartender walk away the itch and pain subsiding again. To keep her thoughts from wandering to what was disturbing her she looked at the college students with slight annoyance. They weren't children anymore, they were becoming the impure adults she hated. Innocence they once had was gone and they were part of the grim truth the world revolved around. They way they looked at her made her assumptions true in her mind.

Matters didn't improve when one after several drinks tried to hit on her. The conversation ended poorly for the young man when he was on the ground on agony after she had broken his nose after one to many comments and rude remarks. Blood from his nose was on her hand and she licked it off and then gave the groaning man a smile that would of made many scared out of their wits."Maybe you tempt me now, I wonder what your heart would taste like. Younger is always much tastier then older."

He left her be after that and seemingly just returned to his friends, nursing his wounded nose as best he could before they would take him to a doctor to fix it. Scorn returned to waiting for Aria to return, knowing that perhaps what he was expecting wouldn't be what she was asking, and he probably be disappointed but at least that could be good, less likely chance of him hitting on her which would make her break his nose the same way she had done with the college student.

She looked at the name on her arm, focusing on trying to figure out what he was. Perhaps the rune between the first and last name could help her out. Only problem was she had no knowledge on runes and their meanings.

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@Arkay

"I guess that will be fine," she said with a hint of disappointment.

As she watched the bartender make the drink she picked at her mind on what he could be. The brief moment she had got a good glimpse at his eyes, she tossed out beast. There was something more alien to them, not like the fae, pixies, or other more magical supernaturals but something out of this world was the best way to describe what she noticed. Yet she doubted he actually came off the world so she was stuck trying to figure out what he was by simply crossing out things she had a good knowledge that he couldn't of been.

Her thoughts were broken however when he came back at that annoying feeling on her arm flamed back up again. It had been find moments before when he had gone to make her request but now it was back with vengeance it felt. Before she could process and make a connection he asked her about her face paint which she was always delighted to talk about."Oh this, well anymore maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I've perfected it after a few years of doing it," she said ",I thought going tattoo but sometimes I do like what is underneath and really I can't sit that long for such a procedure." She nearly swallowed her drink whole afterwards, though it wasn't the hottest thing she had ever had, it hit the spot like she wanted. He then had asked if she had any other requests, which made her mind go back to her arm and begin trying to string things together as the gears in her head turned. She looked at the name on her wrist before speaking again.

"Well I guess there is one thing besides another drink," Scorn finally said dropping her guard ever so slightly when she asked her next question ",Your name would be Aria would it? Aria Kelly?" She hoped he said no, begged it internally because she wasn't certain how to react if he said yes.

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Happy new year everyone. I'll have a post up today for both Tholo and Scorn. Would of been sooner but family matters and that stuff.

EIT:
Tholo taking longer then expected so will be up probably a little later.

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Despite her annoyance and hostility towards others around her at times, she had to play nice with some people and that included bartenders if she wanted her lovely drinks. At least the bartender of the bar she had wandered into seemed to be a supernatural as well going by his scent, though what she couldn't say. She had never come across something like him, he was different, which gave him more points to her, it got her curious, cautious still to be around him or him getting to close to her personal space but curious in finding out what he was. She eyed him for a second before giving her answer.

"Bloody Mary with a shot of Naga Chili Vodka if you have it, I want my insides to burn," she said, scratching her arm a bit as it felt like pins and needles were poking it. She couldn't help but notice the fact that it only got more annoying as the bartender had come closer, what was his game? Looking to score? She doubted it, by his looks plenty would want to eye for his attention, she on the other hand didn't feel the need to settle down nor wanted to, getting close only meant they could hurt you later. She had friends but kept them at a distance so when they turned on her it would mean little.

"What the hell do you clean this place with?" she finally asked aloud as she looked at her arm to see if she was developing some form of rash or something because whatever was going on was starting to drive her nuts, more then she usually was, of course when she looked down her eyes stopped on the name and her agitation and annoyance turn to shock and what she saw. She never remembered the thing on her arm, the thing everyone waited for most there life. For her it had been forgotten ages ago, better left out of sight, out of mind.

No it couldn't be, she thought to herself ,No. They'll only hurt her, not little Ada, I need to keep her safe.

Of course whoever in the bar who had the matching name that belong to her wouldn't have Scorn written on their wrist. That was her name now but her original name would still be written on them which made her go pale under the black and white paint on her face. She fought control of her emotions unless she wanted to throw a fit in the bar, perhaps it would at least drive whoever was connected to her away and then she could stop worrying about but then she might not get her drink.

Her head looked around uncertain on who it could be. She acted like prey and predator feeling backed into a corner now. Scorn had prepared for everything but this to protect her other half, the little girl that was shattered all those years ago, kept deep within to protect her from the cruelty of the world.

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Scorn was back outside in the world heading down the street unsure where she would go. Despite her distrust with people her age and above she couldn't stay inside all the time, especially with her overly hyperactive nature and occasional short attention span. She had to keep herself busy and going to a bar seemed like a good idea now that she was full and wouldn't be craving a live meal. She decided to go somewhere new, and hoped that the crowd wouldn't be large. She would just get her drink and find a spot where no one would bother her, if they did well, that would be their death wish.

She entered the bar, and sat herself all the way down on one end of the bar where no one else was. She couldn't help but notice her arm itching, with a slight sting to it as she had entered but she tuned it out as best she could as she waited for the bartender to stop talking with whoever and just order her drink. At least it seemed it wasn't to crowded, less people to worry about bothering her and let her enjoy her drink on her own.