Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: N/A

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Well, she was right about the person on the other side being Marc. Kinda curious how he knew to call here though. Did he have some sort of checklist of places Zoie was likely to hide out and just started calling them until he got something? Or did he actually know that the bar was directly connected to the Queensguard facilities through sewer tunnels? Well it probably didn't matter either way, there were more important things to be concerned about right now.

Like the fact that Zoie evidently had no plan in place for if things went to shit at the party, but not so bad that they made it out with their lives. Or that apparently news of the murders had already gotten out, and was probably all over the tv. But then again, maybe it wasn't. This was Justice after all. And even if it was at a fancy party, a few more murders might not cause anyone to bat an eyelash.

But how much faith did she have in this... what was it called again? She had just heard the name less than 12 hours ago. Why couldn't she easily pull it off the top of her head? But she doubted that even if they were inclined to help Zoie out, that at best, it'd be getting involved with a tar baby, and she was already elbow deep in Juno as it stood.

Maybe Relic actually thought ahead and set something up in case something like this had happened. If that were the case, it'd explain how he was able to sleep so soundly and for so much longer than anyone else in the building. Other than just being a teenage boy. But, as much as she didn't want to just rudely wake him up, Mali also didn't want to sit around all day, waiting for him to decide to come to before any hidden plans could come to light. Or even just to take a gander at the files he'd managed to snag during the party.

Mali got up out of her chair proper and walked over to Relic's snoozing form. She firmly, but gently placed her good hand on his shoulder and started to shake him vigorously.

"Hey, it's time to wake up. You can't lie around in bed all day." If that wasn't enough to get him awake, she'd have to resort to more dramatic measures he wouldn't like. This was his chance to get woken up normally, hopefully his body would take it.

Oh. They were named Hera. How could she have forgotten? Or was she remembering that correctly?

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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As Harry walked, he couldn't help but continue to have his mind drawn to the newly sewn up wound on his leg. It wasn't even about the pain, although there was a throbbing ache that surged with what felt like every beat of his heart. It was that every step (specifically at the part where his right leg was at the farthest point back, just before it pushed forward to begin the next step) felt like it was pulling the stitches taut, and it was a really off sensation.

"Harry Kingsfield, Private Investigations," he introduced himself once Ms. Halsey spoke up, the sound being enough to draw his attention away from the pulling sensation of his injured leg. "I've been hired by the Walkers to locate their missing daughter, and have reason to believe that the underlying causes for her disappearance are tied to the underlying history of Red Lake. I've been told that you're quite knowledgeable on that subject. If you'd be willing to donate your time, I'm sure it could be a great boon to my investigation."

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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Atkin had no clue how he was supposed to react to this entire situation. First the guy's explanation was a fairy tale. Not just a fairy tale, but one that he didn't even go through the effort to actually connect to the situation at hand? What, was some divine half-breed supposed to be the root cause of all this? Were one of them supposed to be the one who actually did the kidnapping of Princess Luna? Was this just the work of some crazy cultists? He had no clue what exactly he meant to communicate with that.

He had to know that even if a story like that had some basis in truth, a story continually retold, especially orally down generations, was going to end up warping into something entirely different. Hell, he had seen that happen in the span of mere minutes earlier that day. And he was *this* close to telling Buyler exactly how he felt about him wasting all their time when a dragon showed up.

An actual dragon.

So this was just his life now, wasn't it? Wrestling little furry men, throwing pillows in the face of the Queen and having to deal with actual dragons. Oh yeah, also some old Queste that had a 98% kill rate or something. Marvelous. At least he got to learn what the Darke Week was, even if he still wasn't sure what exactly Darke Magyk was. Rowland only made vague allusions to it. Maybe it was like what witches did.

But, regardless, the most important thing to deal with was the dragon and the guy that decided to roll in riding it. Apparently this was a Tyme Dragon too. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Was there like Space Dragons too? Who cared. Everyone seemed to be more or less frozen in place, aside from Puck. Fuck it. Since nobody else seemed willing to make the first move, he would. His day had been fucked up enough already, that even if he made it worse, it wouldn't affect too much.

"Afternoon," he called out to the dragon and its rider, waving to them. If they were hellbent on killing everyone here, they could have easily done as the illusion had and just torched the place from the skies. So at the very least they wanted something and were willing to talk about it.

"Care t' introduce yourself?" Although his word choice was casual and friendly, his tone was not. The most apt term would most likely be "cautious neutrality." They certainly outgunned any one of the people here, aside from potentially Asha, but he had no idea what the upper limits of either of their abilities were, nor did he care to try finding out. And he didn't know what they wanted either. They could be here to help or hinder. And until they revealed their motives all he could do was hope for the best, but be ready for the worst, and that carried over to his actions.

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Magyk was such a troublesome thing. A woman clad entirely in black held aloft a small, well-worn Counter Charm in her hand and once more, spoke aloud the words inscribed there-on. She had managed to remain hidden so far, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was bound to get caught. It was fortunate that this time, she managed to form the words in her mouth in just the right way that caused the Charm to briefly vibrate in her hand as a hole formed in the ward ahead. She couldn't see it, but experience had taught her such was the case. She just needed to move forward while the breach remained.

Now that she had infiltrated the Coven's magical defenses, it was a dawdle to get to where she needed to. As terrible a power as Magyk could be, it didn't allow Witches and Wizards to be omniscient. And she found that their defenses made them complacent. Confident that whatever they had set up would surely protect them. As long as she stuck to the shadows, she could get to where she needed to be. Thanks to that witch, she knew just where to go as well. The others had already arrived, so the ability to complete the job cleanly was likely out the window.

These suspicions were confirmed when she actually made her way into the room itself to find the coven mother and her consort already there with the princess. She didn't speak, but let her shoulders sag a bit in disappointment. It looked like she wouldn't just be able to leave this as an extraction. She'd need to get her hands a bit dirty.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Cairo, Egypt->Ville Au Camp: Garage
Skills: The Watch: Act I (Time Portals)

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And like that, they had stepped out from Cairo and back into Ville Au Camp right in front of the door that he and Bart and left through merely minutes beforehand. The door behind them was still open, but it only lead into a mostly empty garage. Without looking, Gio reached behind him and shut it. It was something he had grown accustomed to doing after taking people out for the first time. It was just easier to deal with, and in cases of going to/from a hub like Ville Au Camp, meant that there were fewer doors left open at any given time. He hated when he walked into a room or hallway and there were doors just haphazardly open everywhere. It was so untidy.

That aside, it appeared as if Bart had finally stumbled upon his Paradox power, and it was one that could be quite the lifesaver. Even better, it didn't seem like a kind of healing that didn't carry with it some kind of nasty side effect or hidden cost. For instance, he remembered one Paradox whose healing abilities operated by accelerating the body's natural ability to heal, but if it was abused, the growth would spiral out of control into a hyper-reactive form of cancer. It wasn't pretty.

"Seeing as you've recovered," Gio interjected, as he removed himself from Alicia's side, a great smile spreading across his face from ear to ear, "you are in perfect condition to be reminded once again about how you are to conduct yourself while in Ville Au Camp."

"Bartholomew, you're free to leave. The festivities should still be in progress, if winding down. Go on, enjoy yourself before you can tire of the loop. You don't want to listen to this anyways."

"Now Signorina, you know better than this. I know you know. And you know I know you know exactly what you shouldn't be doing while you're the guide of the Camp. Not only did you recklessly run off simply to satisfy your own curiosities, but you didn't even have anyone with you and foolishly gotten yourself injured. What of the Destruere still lurked around the area and killed you too? Or if your injury drew unwanted attention to yourself, and you ended up on the wrong side of a knife or worse?"

"As the senior Paradox, you are supposed to be an example to the new arrivals on how they are supposed to compose themselves, but on the first day you go and break some of the most important rules. Rules that I might add are there to help protect both you and the timeline. What are the other Paradoxes supposed to gather from behavior like that? Furthermore, I might add..." And he went on like that for 10 minutes, 23 seconds longer. "Now Signorina Gonzalez, that'll be enough from me tonight, but I believe Evelina would still like a word with you." All tuckered out from the death, funeral, pranking and scolding that had gone one today, Gio stretched a few times before making his way back to his room. Tonight he would pass on his usual role in the night. He'd rather sleep. Lord knows he'd need the energy to deal with training a new batch of Paradoxes.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: N/A

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"Yeah, some." Mali replied, closing her fist once more. Man she wish she had pockets right now. Yeah, she could just stuff it in her bra, but the card she had already stuck in there had been poking into her chest the whole night. She wasn't keen to add a hard ball to that party, even if it was priceless and potentially the key to everything moving forward. No, she'd only stash it away like that when she needed to, like when they had to leave this bar.

"Wish I could've had some more, but what're ya gonna do?" Mali felt like she should say more to Zoie. After all, who knew when the next chance they'd get to talk with some amount of privacy would arise? But were they really alone? After all Trisha could be listening in right then. Or Relic could be pretending to be asleep. Or the walls might be rather thin, so even if people weren't trying to listen in on their conversation, everything would be broadcast to anyone there. Or perhaps she was just coming up with excuses to avoid potentially saying something bad.

Luckily for her desire to do nothing on this particular front, Trisha decided to enter the room right about then, interrupting her internal conversation and in a way, proving her kind of right. Well less a conversation and more sitting in a pool of her own doubts and watching them swirl around her. But what if she had said something very private, thinking that she was secure in this room, and the bar owner had happened to come in to hear it? She'd probably have to just die of embarrassment.

Mali half got out of her seat to grab the phone with her free hand and hand it off to Zoie like a relay. It was faster this way. As she passed it off, she couldn't help but wonder who it could possibly be. Her first thought was the FBI agent, Tinder. But what if this was actually bad news. Like Zoie's new boss (or even worse, Zatara's boss) calling in to ask where she was, and why she didn't talk to the cops last night. Or something even worse. She really hoped that it wasn't even worse.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyne

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Well, she'd successfully made it out of the tower, but that didn't mean her work was done. At the very least she needed to see who else were able to make it out of the tower. As much as she wanted to help anyone not able to get out, she didn't really have that ability. Even if they stumbled and fell right on the opposite side of the room, the amount of time it would take her her to see this, make her way all the way over there, try to help and then get all the way back out would probably be too much and only serve to get herself killed as well.

The swallow dove down, arcing its trajectory to end up at the front of the castle, somewhere just outside the entrance. If she were like some of the less patient druids that she knew, she'd try to shift back while still in the middle of the air and try to stick the landing in their "human" shape. But she'd stay in her small bird shape until she really needed to revert. Which would be soon. The cold was getting to her already, with how little mass the shape carried. But for the time being, having eyes on the side of her head proved to have its benefits. As it landed, she was already in position to see inside the tower to see a few people had already almost made their way out. Hopefully the rest would follow soon after.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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It's said that no plan is foolproof. Even the greatest of minds is incapable of sheer depths of stupidity possessed by human beings. Atkin has seen plenty instances of this when he would wander off, following his fancy. Often times the perpetrators of great stupidity were high or drunk. Sometimes they were highly emotional or unstable. But a great deal of the time, they were just idiots. Hell, you could even ask eighty percent of them and they would admit that knew beforehand that what they had done was a bad idea that would only end badly, but they did it anyways.

Still, this might have been the dumbest thing he'd ever seen anyone try to do, and he couldn't help but wonder if the warlock Malekith had actually been concealing a death wish, and this was just his way of ending it all. But say he wasn't suicidal. What exactly did he expect to do? He was heavily outnumbered and could see the illusion hadn't really affected the people primarily responsible for the situation he was in. The people around had expressed a vested interest in killing him, and he just goes to undercut any security he might have possessed.

On top of that, the choice of subject was even more bizarre. Malekith had been around to see how much Magyk Asha gave off when she did the Calling, or when she and Arya probed his mind. And of all the people on the courtyard to attack, he chose her. It was like being stuck in a cave, naked and armed only with a pointed stick trapped with a leopard, a lion, a couple of rhinos and a dragon. And choosing to attack the dragon. The fact that he got away with only being killed by his own attack was lucky for the now deceased warlock as far as Atkin was concerned.

Speaking of which, Atkin nearly facepalmed when Arya stepped in his line of sight and Wylie covered the body up. He had probably personally seen more death and cadavers than any of the Wizards hanging around the scene. The streets were pretty dangerous, but open bloodshed was still a rarity. It was his penchant for poking around places people aren't supposed to be that caused him to accidentally run into the hiding places of stashed murder victims.

And he was almost certain Valda had seen more than the average amount of destruction of human life. As much as the Wendron Witches liked to protest how they were the "good" witches, they were still witches. Not to mention that just a scant few hours ago, she had killed Princess Snaera as well. Neither of them were full grown adults, but they weren't toddlers to be coddled, dammit.

It was funny how much this day wanted him to punch somebody. He'd only just managed to calm down a few minutes ago, and here was yet another thing going horrifically wrong driving the apprentice up the wall. It was likely that whoever was behind all this bullshit had decided "you know what? Let's fuck up the Prince's mind as well. Why not?" Luckily, he still seemed fine, but it was very likely that wasn't the case. That, combined with the increasingly apparent freakish nature half that people here were exhibiting, he was just about ready to blow again.

"Darke week?" Atkin inquired, cocking a brow. He had heard a mention or two of Darke Magyk from Arya, but he'd never been able to gather what exactly it was. Presumably this week was the place where his questions on that subject would be answered. However, given the context, he couldn't imagine it would be anything pleasant. Probably it was a collection of all the nasty spells and charms that were forbidden to wizards for various reasons, but again, he couldn't be sure.

The briefly raised mystery of what the hell Darke Week was was quickly dispelled by the lap dog claiming he had a guess as to what could have kidnapped Luna in front of the entire Castle. He seriously doubted the guy would really have anything substantial, but he might. The curiousness of it all was just enough to stop the apprentice from shooting daggers out of his eyes at the older boy.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Clinic

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Harry stuffed the cash back in his wallet as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to go through. Hydrogen Peroxide burned quite badly when applied to even minor paper cuts, and this certainly was far beyond a minor paper cut. If there was any solace to be had, it was that compared to something like the hands, calves were very low resolution part of the body, meaning fewer and less sensitive nerve endings, meaning less pain than potentially could be had.

He took a hold of his seat and took a deep breath, but that still wasn't enough to properly ready himself for what lay in wait. The peroxide was way, way worse than any other wound he'd used for it beforehand, and he had to sharply exhale in response. Yet, it was all over a lot faster than he'd been expecting. In comparison to cleaning the wound, the actual stitching was rather tame. Yeah, it felt weird to feel string running through his flesh and each pass through had a sharp sting, but it wasn't unbearable.

"Will do," Harry confirmed as he left the clinic. Now patched up, the PI was left to his own devices once more. He briefly wondered if he should head over to the shop now, or return back to the Bed and Breakfast quickly to get a set of clothes that weren't dyed with blood. But the bodily fluid had long since seeped into his shoe, so that ship had sailed. And enough of his time had been wasted today to various things. No, he resolved that he'd head on over directly to Mrs. Halsey's shop. He could change into clean clothes later, when they weren't in danger of being immediately ruined anyways.

Harry did his best to quickly fix up his appearance as best he could, dirtied and wrinkled as they were (the lack of a tie only contributed further to not looking as professional as he would've liked) before stepping into his car and leaving the Clinic, making sure to drive gingerly. He didn't want to break any stitches immediately after having them installed. His insurance provider definitely wouldn't be happy with that.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: N/A

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Mali emerged from the bathroom to find that no, neither Zoie nor Relic had gotten up yet. Well, since she was awake, she could leave the room and try talking to Trisha or something. But she'd rather not. Not just because the bar was seedy as Hell itself and that the last time she was here like 20 people died in a drive-by (thinking about it more, death didn't just follow her around at parties since moving. Most of the people who'd lived in the Rose Building also bit the big one too. Maybe Death just decided to stalk her since coming to Justice, wantonly killing whoever it saw fit.), but she didn't exactly feel like doing all that much right then.

She'd been awake for what? Half an hour and already she felt like curling up to sleep again. But Mali knew that even if she did that, she wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep. Her body just wasn't geared to go back to sleep after waking up so recently. So she simply contented herself with taking another seat at the table and idly stared at the bone figurine in her hand. She rolled it around in the palm of her hand as she let her mind wander.

It only took a brief amount of time before it ended up falling onto Zoie, and her stomach twisted, as if threatening to send her breakfast back where it had come from if she didn't change the subject of her thoughts to something else. The kicker was that she had a very hard time wresting her thoughts to something else.

Mali didn't get it. In all sorts of media, infatuation or lovesickness always got portrayed as this wonderful feeling that made the heart sigh. Yet anytime she'd had it, it was the exact opposite. The physical sensation was awful, the emotional one even worse and it was always kind of a relief when she could focus on something else. It was like getting punched in the gut by your brain for committing a thought crime and to add insult to injury decided to also throw in a good helping of dread and anxiety. And yet, sometimes it could pay off. Or, she could actually be into a psychopath, and she wasn't sure which was the more likely outcome. But in the meantime, she'd just need to power through her personal issues as usual.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Cairo, Egypt
Skills: The Watch: Act I (Time Portals)

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In his head, Giosue noted that Bart dropped the topic when he didn't receive any answers. He could think of a few reasons for this. The kid realized that he wasn't going to get answers just from demanding them and wizened up a bit. He lacked the testicular fortitude to continue pressing the issue. He decided to try figuring out the answers for himself rather than trying to be spoon fed every important bit of information he could come across about his new job. These all carried with them their own set of character judgments, some more positive than others, but he'd leave the analysis there and give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being.

One other thing about Bart he picked up was squeamishness from simply seeing a significant, but not all that extreme leg wound. And a calf wound at that. Those with soft stomachs usually ended up having a really tough time initially. The things that you happened to see just going through history eyes open, not even looking for them were far, far worse. Bad times ahead for poor Bart. If he got really unlucky, his power would end up being something like making heads explode.

It would be a problem if that was actually his power and if manifested uncontrolled.

Feeling Alicia suddenly lurch from dizziness, he put in more strength in his grip to support her ability to stand. He didn't want to have to carry her directly into Ville au Camp like a partygoer that had had too much fun that night, but he would if he had to. Or he'd have Bart do it. Although... Gio gave the Paradox another look over. He wasn't all that sure he'd be able to carry her. Didn't seem like the most physically empowered of men. Maybe one of the skills that was thrust upon him was weight lifting. But that was all auxiliary thoughts. The primary goal was to as Alicia so eloquently put it: get the fuck out of here.

Not bothering with looking for a doorway or similar such gateway this time (traveling through time and space being somewhat more uncomfortable and jarring was something Bart could deal with), Gio dug into his pocket with his free hand. He produced the Watch and promptly opened up a time portal on a nearby wall. Once the way out was open, he'd help his injured mark and naive ward make their way back to Camp.