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I am merely a typist, ready and able to fill a need in a storyline no matter how long or short.
One post? One thousand posts? Somewhere in between?
Whether male or female, good or evil, whatever species or genre.
I'm there.

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Shivering Bay


Located on the coast of South Carolina this sleepy little town is a getaway for those that actually know it exists on the map. There are no signs pointing to Shivering Bay from the highways and backcountry roads, most directions having to be drawn on a local map to anyone trying to find it. From the ocean it looks like just another fishing town, getting by with what the citizens catch from the depths. But in reality it's so much more.

The known world is filled with modernized magic; cafes using fairy dust to add more pep to coffee and construction companies hiring werewolves to demolish old buildings just to name a few. Much of the day-to-day magic is minimal and used in constructive ways, many in the population forgetting the great powers of old. But in Shivering Bay those that prefer the ways of their ancestors take shelter, growing their powers and practicing their magic as if they anticipate the global peace to snap at any moment.

The air changed in Shivering Bay the day a stranger arrived, observed closely like any other visitor would be. Yet a larger question is posed as the days progress; Why are the usually peaceful but cautious people of Shivering Bay starting to act strange?



Late. Late again.

Hayley was going to be late for her own funeral at the rate she was going. The meeting had been written down on her mental calendar but damn the tunnel vision she got while working on things. The stairs were nearly given a sacrifice from her face a few times with how much she was rushing, thankfully catching the handrail before she ate it.

It was the increasingly louder screams that hurried her down to the basement levels, fearing the worst but hoping it was just rowdy second years. The red coat came away, left on the last landing before she came to the double doors, the inexplicably cold doorknobs to the double doors were a telltale sign. Heart dropping into her stomach she rammed her shoulder against the door, forcing it open and stumbling into the testing floor chamber.

The chaos ensuing was taken in, all of it far beyond any of her expectations. This place was supposed to be safe. In quick observation she saw the one going after Reitz, two after Isaacs and Hartwell, and two tearing into the general populace. Snap decision made she started to barrel through the panicked crowd to the middle of the room, grabbing people by whatever limb she could get her hands on to throw them towards the door she just came through.

No words were said, there was no point trying to yell above all the noise of those being ripped apart or being down right cowards. All she had was determination, drawing the energy rifle up from it's sling, the attached lantern dangling off the back of her belt. There was only two people's lives she was concerned with and they were the founding fathers. The Consortium leader should be able to hold his own, atleast that was her deductive reasoning.

The high pitched whine of the energy charging up rung in her ears, the glow of her lantern casting blue all around her. Her aim was set on one of the two, waiting for that edge of a full charge to fire as the panicked people ran into her which only made Hayley plant her feet even more.

The second it was ready she pulled the trigger, praying to whatever gods existed that it worked.
So @Karos & @Azlum that leaves you with....


@karos I'll take the part in yellow.
@justTypical Gonna give him one more night, if I don't see anything by midday tomorrow I'll post up.

Don't worry, the big bad wraiths won't get cutesy wootsey Benny Wenny
@catchamber

Bring it.
@catchamber

The cop trying to find victims in reality, being kidnapped is always fun.
@catchamber

My god... I'm itching to write up a cop. You have no idea.
Sign me up! Please! This is my favorite genre!
Bump.
My plate is empty... I seem to have already eaten up everything posted about this...

My interest grows.
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