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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

Kind * Rule-Breaker * Moral * Curious * Determined * Stubborn

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Location: Palace: Lawn->The Long Walk

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If he wasn't going to insist that they all go indoors because of the weather before, when Arya suddenly wasn't able to maintain her Spell, he would have. He had half a mind to physically push his teacher into the Palace, but Rowland saved him the trouble by pulling rank. Good thing too, because knowing how the rest of the day had been going, he probably would have ended up bungling getting Arya somewhere out of the elements.

Walking inside behind Arya, he couldn't help but brood/marvel over just how awful this one day had been. It seemed like literally every single aspect of Castle life had taken a marked turn for the worse, and there was nothing he'd been able to do the entire time but stand back, watch and make them even worse. All he could do was hope that the Physik would be able to help Myrus and that the bloody Young Army of all people would successfully return Princess Luna. As he stood by the fire shivering his balls off, he saw Cuyler place his smelly furs on Arya in a move he probably thought was smooth. But Atkin was so bummed out he couldn't even bring himself to glare at the guy. At least tomorrow couldn't be this bad, right?

Right?

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The woman flinched at the sudden gunfire, the loud noise momentarily setting off the body's WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT reaction, only for her to figure out rather quickly that neither she nor the princess had taken a bullet, so there was no need for immediate alarm. In fact, from the looks of things, she decided to join in on harming that dark wizard, which was fine by her. But more importantly, she needed to get back to the Castle as soon as possible.

She wasn't going to argue over the moral justification of just taking a boat because everyone there ran off scared, the woman merely boarded the vessel. She didn't know the first thing about sailing a boat, so she'd just leave it to the one who looked like she did. Instead, she opted to find some place that seemed relatively blocked off from the wind and held the princess tightly to herself. The poor lass was hanging in there, but she wanted to keep her conditioning from worsening any further. She wasn't a doctor, but sharing body heat seemed like the best route to go from here. She didn't think to bring anything like a heavy cloak, so it was the best she could do until they could get to the Castle.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars), Athletics, Perception

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As she drove, Mali kept tabs on Zoie in her peripheral vision. She seemed really tense at the moment, but no fucking duh. Her house was probably on fire, only someone with deep seated personal issues towards their residence or some kind of insurance scam set-up would be happy to know that the place they sleep is likely in flames. It was kind of amazing how the size of the smoke cloud seemed to grow perpetually larger, as if it could reach the point where the entirety of the sky was consumed by the charcoal colored gas.

Of course that notion was dispelled when she managed to actually reach the farm and see that the barn was on fire rather than the house (thank goodness). But there were still a lot of unanswered questions and immediate concerns. Like what the fuck were they going to do about this fire. It had long since past the point of being able to be contained by just a couple of people with no firefighting experience, and although right now it was constrained just to the barn, gust of wind at the wrong time could lead to the situation growing even worse.

"You've got a house phone, right Zoie? Should probably use it to call 911." Mali roughly parked the car and undid her seatbelt, not bothering to turn off the car. "I'm going to see if I can find Tinder." Relic's first guess was the barn, and she really hoped that wasn't the case. But just in case, then it was pertinent to check there first. If he'd gotten trapped in a burning barn, he wouldn't be able to afford the time required to suss out the rest of the farm first. Cursing the fact that she had to go barefoot and had to make the dash in a dress, Mali ran as fast as she could to the barn.

"MARC," she yelled out between cupped hands. She desperately hoped for an answer of some kind. She also looked for a potential way into the barn that would be relatively safe if she actually had to take the plunge. As much as she didn't want the FBI agent to bite it, she wasn't overly keen on running headfirst into fire either.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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None of this was particularly surprising. Had he been asked to answer his own question and just make something up from what he'd just learned, he'd probably come up with something like that. But even if it was the logical conclusion to that story thread, that didn't mean he could afford to blow it off. So down it went into the notebook as well. Looking at it now, he was starting to run out of available pages. He'd need to pick up a new one soon.

"There's nothing more of the history of Red Lake?" Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Nothing of interest at all happened in the hundreds of years since those initial events?" It was very possible she just didn't know any more than what she had told him, which would be disappointing. For an expert her pool of knowledge was rather limited. Although, there wasn't much competition in the field of the history of a small town like Red Lake. But if there was more to Red Lake's history, even if it wasn't directly related to the case, he wanted to know.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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Atkin had no idea who this "Uncle Marcellus" was, or why she had so much faith that he would know anything about this mutant business, but he must be some hot shit to know about stuff that neither Arya nor Rowland were aware of. After all, they were the current and previous ExtraOrdinary Wizard, and the latter had been traveling the world in his spare time. If he would have guessed anyone to know something about anything, it would be one of those two. What kind of person would be knowledgeable about a subject that was in the blind spot of those two?

More importantly, when were they going to go inside, he was freezing his ass off. Hell, he was even agreeing with Brother Grimm over there. It was already well below freezing and it sure as hell wasn't going to get any warmer tonight, especially with the snow starting to fall from overhead.

"Not to rush everyone, but yeah let's get inside already. Certainly wouldn't hurt Myrus to be healed out from the elements," Atkin chimed in as he shoved his hands into the crooks of his armpits in an attempt to keep them from freezing solid. The bit of fire from Arya also helped, but if the snow escalated into a full-on storm, he doubted if it'd be able to be maintained. Extraordinary Magyk or no, water had a funny way of putting out flames.

If the adults ended up dragging their feet for much longer with their insistence on staying out on the Lawn for no discernible reason, he'd just have to march back to the Tower himself. It's not like he wanted to just leave everyone, but at the same time, he didn't want to come down with a cold, or something worse like pneumonia just because nobody actually felt like moving from where they stood when they didn't have to.

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"My mission is to return her to the Palace. I'm not going to change my mind on that any time soon." The woman didn't need a gun pointed at her to grab Luna and head back to the Castle. That's what'd she'd been trying to get accomplished this entire time. Speaking of the princess. Oh. She was in rough shape. The poor lass. Although the vast majority of her feelings towards the girl was that of sympathy and pity, a part of her was a bit relieved she had fallen unconscious, if simply how easily that reduced the complexity of the situation. She didn't have to worry about trying to gain the princess' trust enough to come with her. Even though she wasn't one of the witches, she wouldn't blame Luna for being too scared or cautious to just take her word that she only wanted to get her back to the Palace.

The woman approached Luna's unconscious body and tried to pick her up. One of her hands was full with the club, and a human body wasn't exactly the easiest thing to handle, so in the process of getting her up, the princess' head slipped and hit the ground. Ouch. She just had to hope that either it was nothing, or that the Palace Physician would be able to handle one more issue. With her mark now in hand, the woman walked towards the armed woman.

But her work wasn't quite done. She didn't have a lot of time to dedicate towards this, but the Young Army woman. She couldn't just leave her to this wicked man. Not only did he hang around the witches who'd just kidnapped the princess, he was really skeezy going on about fictional debts and acting like he was a gentleman when he was just scum. Especially with that spell he was trying. It was so gross and rapey. So as she passed the two of them she pulled her club up and swung it down hard on the back of Rhys' head. It got him good. Not quite enough to knock him out, but he wasn't able to finish his spell, and it would give her an opening to escape. Hopefully.

"Let's go. Time is of the essence."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars)

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"Oh I'm sorry,"[/color] Mali said in response to Relic's assertion that Zoie and her were 'fucked up.' "I should have taken your sensibilities into account when picking the radio station. Would you have preferred Industrial, Noise or No Wave?" While none of these genres were "her thing," she could bear listening to them if she had to, but she certainly wouldn't want to listen to that kind of experimental music while on a drive. It was the kind of thing you had to be in a certain mood for. And perhaps she was hedging her bets, but Mali had purposefully picked out genres she highly doubted would be found anywhere on a radio, even in California.

But her joking went out the window as soon as she saw the smoke and heard the command. Her expression harden, the steering wheel was firmly gripped with both hands (as best as a hand covered in plaster can grip) and the pedal got its figurative shit kicked in. She was just glad that since they were outside the city now they didn't have to worry about traffic getting in the way. She just hoped that they wouldn't get pulled over by a cop before she could get to the house. Oh, getting pulled over would be bad. Really bad. Knowing Zoie she might insist on not pulling over. That would lead to a high speed chase, and she had already had more than enough legal problems already.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Ville Au Camp: Room 202
Skills: Dance

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Gio woke up at the same time as he always did. Even taking the body's tendency to want to follow a given schedule once programmed, or his own innate time sensing capabilities, the mere fact that he had grown quite accustomed to living the same day over and over again meant that he had plenty of time to get really good at maintaining his routine. After all, he had the same amount of time to get everything done and he knew exactly how long every step of the process took and even how much additional time various alterations would add.

But today was different. He didn't know why, but he felt good this morning. Maybe he had actually been looking forward to training the Paradoxes more than he had thought just the night before. Maybe actually being able to pull off a prank or two for the first time in "weeks," and from it he got some form of catharsis. Maybe he had just gotten some really good sleep.

Who knew, the why of the situation didn't matter right then. Gio was feeling himself, and he let it be known to the rest of the empty room. When he sat up, it began with him tapping his foot in time with the beginning of a song he could only hear in his head. And then he leapt up from his bed. He danced through the entirety of his morning routine. After getting ready, the emendator stood in front of the door. In an instant the goofy cheeriness in his face quieted to a neutral expression and he straightened his posture. The new Paradoxes would get enough silliness from Nancy for now. He had to be one of the stern faces for the kids. At least for now. But even so, he couldn't stop himself from whistling the tune as he strolled out of his room.

As Gio stepped out of the room, he contemplated where he should go first. Ah, he knew just the place. He would set up the the old arena. That would be a great training experience for the hoplites. He hustled up the stairs to the 4th floor of the Camp Main House. Up there, he turned the corner to the massive outdoor field, the grass cleared to reveal bare earth in a circle large enough to do most physical activities you could care to do.

Occasionally men would run up to him and ask him what they should be doing for their current patrol, and he'd direct them off to perform some menial, but important task. The whole field had been set up with practice shields and spears. Everyone was going to drill phalanx formation again. It got dreadfully dull, but it was also highly important to have down.

It was then that Mikanos informed him that the enemy was upon them. Wait, that wasn't right. There was no way that the Cretans would be attacking here and now. And then, there was a noise of in the distance. Well not so much a singular sound, but a distant cacophony. Like a swarm of locusts coming to overtake a crop. Then Thucydidas turned to look up and see the first lob of arrows arc downward upon them.

Giosue woke up and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long time since he'd had that dream. 12,493 nights to be specific. He had thought he'd been rid of that one. Perhaps the lack of food over the course of the day did this. In the darkness he blinked once and then twice before rolling back over in bed. He could only hope he'd be able to return to sleep once again.

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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

If Cyne were more like the wild animals she spent much of her time in the guise of, she would have left this location long, long ago. The sixth sense of danger would have indicated that the area anywhere near this tower was a highly dangerous area. Sticking around was just an invitation to die. Hells, even without any animalistic instincts, she already knew as such and even the precise variety of danger that was latent to the tower. The earthquakes were a surprise however.

But she couldn't bear to flee. In fact, she had to turn back to see the scene inside now that the gross part was over. Part of her was concerned about the fate of her comrades, but a more significant portion just had to see what happened for herself. And it was a good thing she turned back when she did, because just then the tower decided it'd throw an entire wall at her. She didn't have much time to react, but she managed to spot an opportunity in the falling blocks. A hole that should be just large enough. The druid took a large step to the right and stood as straight as she could. When the snow and debris cleared, Cyne stood perfectly unharmed surrounded on all sides by stone and rubble.

Nor on the other hand couldn't run any faster if he tried. Now he hated cowards as much as the next guy. Well way more than the next guy in all likelihood. If you couldn't take a bit of danger, what good were you? Might as well be a sheep rather than a person. Worse than that actually. At least with a sheep you could get some economic value out of it. A coward would only cost you in opportunities, which was the worst kind of cost aside from taxes.

But there was a difference between running with your tail tucked between your legs, and being smart enough to not stay in an obvious danger zone. If some big greenskin is swinging a pollaxe at your head, you don't stand in the way of it. And when a tower was swinging itself at you, you get out of the bloody way. That earth shaking was a real bad sign. As he ran, he kept looking back to make sure the building didn't get any funny ideas. Now it thought it could get one over on old Nor, chucking some of its Eastern wall at him. But he was a lot sharper than to get fooled by some shoddily crafted stone. Nor dove to the side, avoiding the bit of debris and got back up to his feet. The thing was just about toast. After the thing finished collapsing he would return to check on the others. For now he'd keep running.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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The Ryders, at least their ancestors were part of this cult? Interesting. Harry made a note to investigate his clients further if he had the time for it. Although he doubted that Riley's parents did anything that would directly lead to the abduction of their daughter, he couldn't quite put it out of the question now. Why they would hire him to find her if they had was an unknown, but also getting ahead of himself. Here he was learning about the History of Red Lake, and he needed to focus on that goal.

"So what happened after Avery Johnson's death?" There were probably more questions he could have asked about the situation, but none of them sprang to mind at the moment. If he thought of anything specific while she continued on with the story, he'd make a note to write it down and ask her at the next convenient stopping point. But for now it would be better to move on and see if anything in particular stuck out to him. Maybe it would all be mundane drama, but he had a gut feeling that there would only be more occult occurrences going forward.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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While it was a relief that he didn't have to spend any more time covered in velvet, his newly returned appearance was the last thing on his mind at the moment. There was a lot of shit to take in at once and nobody seemed to have a solid view of the big picture. But there was one thing that fixated in the boy's head. He was going to punch whoever was behind this in the face.

There was no way that entirely unrelated parties kidnapped Luna, reinstated the Queste, and were plotting to kill all the most important figures in the Castle. This was all plotted by one person or one group of people. He had no idea what their greater motives were for this or what they planned to do after tearing everything down, but he didn't really give two shits. They were evil, and couldn't be allowed to just run around doing whatever they thought, thinking they could get away with every heinous action their ego told them they could do. Not to mention that they'd pissed him off in at least 3 different ways, and they deserved a good fist to the face. Probably a right cunt to be around in general.

As far as the whole "Mutant" term thrown around, he was pretty sure they were an old gang of witches from generations ago. They should all be dead these days, and what Myrus had done was not Magyk, even witch magyk. So he didn't know why Thalia thought that the prince had suddenly become a witch. Maybe the term meant something else from where she was from. Apparently where Cuyler was from they were worshiped as gods, but also apparently they also believed fairy tales as fact, so he didn't put much stock into anything he had said to Myrus.

"Can we take Myrus to a Physician or return to the Tower? We aren't getting anything done just standing around here on the lawn. Maybe the Pyramid Library has something on mutants." Not to mention that every moment spent standing around contemplating the situation was another moment that the bastard behind the events of the day could get farther along in their schemes. To top it all off, standing around was boring as sin and just made him want to storm off on his own to try figuring out what's really going on.

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Well there went her warning to the new woman about Magyk attacks. It seemed like that window was seeing more use as an exit today than the door. But more importantly, her target had left through that window, and the sooner she could track her down and secure her, the better. It certainly wouldn't be in her best interest to hang around to witness a battle between Coven Mothers.

Except, there wasn't a battle. The Wendron Mother tried invoking some eldritch prophecy, which would normally be a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But what happened next. That image branded itself in her mind, and she doubted that she'd ever completely forget. The sight of somebody just dissolving away shook her to her very core, and in fear, her body reacted. She threw her hands up to the last remaining person in the room, Fleur. There was a surge from deep within her chest, a power she had grown familiar with, but dreaded its appearance. But something went awry. She had acted in such a panic that Fleur was completely unaffected. Instead, the body of the other witch convulsed once, but remained still.

Confronted with the failure of he desperation attack, being left alone with a coven mother and her quarry having left the house, the woman's next course of action was clear. She sprinted from her spot and dove right out of the window. She hit the ground more smoothly than anybody else had in recent memory, rolling up to her feet. The Young Army woman was in a rather compromising position by the man who had tried to knock her club out of her hand magykally (a situation she would rectify in the near future if time allowed), but everyone seemed no worse for wear. Perhaps she would be able to retrieve Luna from the Coven house without having to kill anyone after all.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars), Knowledge (90s Hip Hop)

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Everything was going well until Mali actually got to the part where she needed to pull out onto the street. She was immediately confronted with a full street, people sitting directly in front of the way out of the alleyway, and nobody looking like they were going to give the courtesy of letting her pull in. The bodybuilder sighed as her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She had anticipated fucked traffic, but so soon?

To distract herself, Mali switched on the radio. Hopefully some tunes would keep her spirits lightened enough to make it through this most vexing of tribulations. Apparently the last person who drove this thing was very intent on not listening to anything. The radio was set to AM and set far away from any working frequency. The first thing she happened to come across there was some Catholic channel.

Hail Mary, Mother of God. Gross, no. That was enough looking around the AM channels for anything good. She switched over to FM and surprisingly enough was on a usable channel, much to her delight it seemed to be an R&B or Hip Hop "oldies" station (the songs weren't that old, were they?). And it was playing her jam. She turned that shit up, and as if the stars had decided to align in her favor for once, traffic opened up, allowing her to start making her way to Zoie's place. As she drove, she kept her good hand on the wheel, the casted, broken one for dancing/gesturing emphatically as she sang along, looking and pointing at Zoie as if the song were directed at her, but if anything, she was just because she was the closest available target. If she wasn't there, then Mali would've been singing at random passerbys and drivers.