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Mali Anson

Location: Zoie's Farm
Skills: N/A



Mali flinched at the barn's sudden collapse. She had been looking away when the event occurred and the noise surprised her, even if she had been thinking about it, would have assumed it was due to happen soon anyways. But she didn't know what to do. She'd barely known Marc, only really exchanged a few sentences with him at most, but it was still very well possible that he had just died. And Zoie was right there in front of her crying, and there was nothing she could do about it. When it came down to it, she didn't really know this woman. She didn't know how to comfort her. There it was again. All she could do was stand there and watch these things happen.

Although Zoie sat down by her brother, it didn't feel right for her to take a seat next to either of them. And she didn't really feel like sitting at all, So she stood in front of the porch, leaning back against the guard rail. If Marc was really in that building, they'd find out soon enough. As dreadful as it would be to have confirmation of his passing, a question occurred to her. If he really wasn't in there, but Relic's phone call produced no results, where the hell was he? Something far worse could have happened to him and none of them would be any the wiser. Or he could have been playing them the whole time and none of them had ever caught on. She quickly squashed the idea.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Halsey's shop



Harry eyed the woman. Before he was relatively neutral on her, but now he didn't trust her. Not one bit. This was an object that was obviously prized. It wasn't like some old antique shoved in the corner of an attic. Apparently it had been in her family for years, likely generations. She happened to carry the key on a necklace she wore at all times on her. And she was just going to give it away to a complete stranger. She had some ulterior motive for this. And she was likely involved in the case. More than she let on.

"Thank you," he said as he took the key. With all that in mind, if this ended up being an important clue, he wasn't going to pass up having it on hand. And if it wasn't he could always just give it back. It may be playing into whatever she had planned, but he had to take the opportunities presented to him. With a bit of fiddling he got the case unlocked and opened. Gingerly he took the little item out of its case to better inspect it.


Atkin Bowman

Location: The Long Walk


Atkin didn't particularly enjoy being designated as the errand boy, but he was the youngest here, and the apprentice. It was something he expected to be made to do. And as far as errands went, it was pretty minor but relatively important. So there was no real reason for him to begrudge being sent away except that he was just in a really bad mood. But this was the kind of situation where if he did grumble, Bryon would wallop him on the back of the head and tell him to stop dragging his arse.

So that's what he did. Wordlessly, he went over to the bell and gave it a ring. In the meantime he dug up a coin from one of his pockets to pay the rodent when it decided to show up. It may have been a time of crisis, but that probably wasn't going to stop them from demanding payment for the message.

"Speak rattus rattus," he commanded when the messenger rat showed up. "This message is going to the Port Authority. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard requests a report on the status of the Port Witch Coven's home. What was the outcome of the battle between the Wendron Witches and the Port Witches?" Short, simple, to the point. He gave the message rat the bit of cash and sent it away to complete its task. He was already fairly certain of the outcome, so the status report wasn't of much interest to him.

What was of interest was the fact that Luna and Valda had managed to end up right outside the Palace. The Wendron Witches had failed, but did the Young Army actually pull through and do something useful for once? Atkin's ears perked up, and his body language immediately changed. It didn't read like somebody who wanted to sit and skulk for the rest of the night, but of somebody who was about to act, and not a thing was going to stop him.

"I'm going to go outside and check up on them," he said, already making his way out of the Long Walk. Atkin's stride was fast, but even he had the mind to not run around through the Palace halls. Well at least not without good reason, which he could reasonably argue he did now, but the Royals were evidently not in mortal peril anymore (Myrus notwithstanding), so he just had to walk as quickly as he could out to the landing.


"It was my honor, your Highness," The woman was quick to respond to Luna's thanks. Truth be told, it wouldn't have been her prerogative to try hunting down the princess. When she first saw her disappear at the coronation, she was almost certain that she'd remain missing for quite some time as the Palace tried to track her down and retrieve her. The fact that she had made it back within 12 hours, let alone that she was one of the ones that allowed it to come to past was a miracle.

But then came the tricky part. The princess asked who she was. Her master would greatly prefer if she had maintained absolutely secrecy in this mission, letting nobody know of her presence, but that had gone out of the window halfway through. But it could also be an issue of how exactly to answer the girl to not accidentally end up disturbing her in her fragile state or giving away more than was absolutely necessary.

"My name is Anya, your Highness." At the very least, the girl deserved to know her name. Trying to squirm her way out of telling either of these two girls what they wanted likely would not end well. And the last thing anyone would want would be to end up on the personal bad side of the royal family they lived under. In the back of her head it also occurred to her that giving away her name in the presence of a witch, even if she was the new Queen could end up coming to bite her in the rear end, but it was unlikely to ever come into play, she told herself. But they had made it to the Palace landing. All she needed to do now was see them off into the Palace, slip out, and report back with how the mission had gone.
Mali Anson

Location: Zoie's Farm
Skills: Athletics, Perception



Mali ran back around to the front of the barn where Relic and Zoie were. Perhaps if she was braver, more foolhardy or less conscionable she might have just run into that barn right then. But even after all that, she didn't want to run into a burning building barefoot and in a very expensive, likely highly flammable dress. Even if it could potentially save a life. But the thing was that she didn't know if it was. She didn't even know for sure if Marc was in there. There was just too many unknowns in this whole situation. By the time she had actually reached them, she had worked up a bit of a sweat and a shortage of breath. In part due to the exertion, but also the weather and the flames nearby.

"I couldn't see Tinder anywhere around the barn, and I couldn't spot him if he was in the barn. Didn't hear anything other than the fire. I don'y know where he is." Mali paused, looking around for something that would give her some idea of what to do from here. Something that would be able to help locate Tinder. Or would get the fire department here sooner. "Hey, you talked to him on the phone earlier, right Zoie? Did he happen to say what he was going to be doing today?" A long shot, but maybe that phone call held the clue that would let them piece together what had happened to the FBI agent.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Halsey's shop



Halsey kept apologizing for her lack of knowledge. It was a detail Harry couldn't stop himself from picking up. He doubted that it was all that significant a fact, but it was still kind of annoying, especially since he was half sure that she had uttered that exact same phrase just a few minutes prior. But the rest of the information appeared to be rather spot on. Seemed that everything in this town tied into this so called satanic cult and by extension the Ryders, Johnsons and a few other key families.

Now left to his own devices, Harry idly looked around the room. Given what kind of store this woman ran, he wasn't all too surprised by the furnishings. That thing though. Call it intuition, but he was pretty sure it was one of the keys to that legend that Halsey had mentioned. Realizing that he hadn't recording the last section of the conversation, the PI picked up his notebook and quickly scribbled down the thing about the mines. Speaking of which, it made sense to him why they'd pick a place like that. It's detached from the main town. If a cult wants to conduct itself in secret a mine at night was the obvious place.

Done with catching up on his note taking, Harry approached the display case and sketched out the object. He needed a record of it if he were going to try asking others about this. His artistry skills were nowhere near professional, but since it was mostly a runic kind of symbol, he could get something down that looked close enough. He flipped over to a blank page before picking up the case to get a better look at the thing. Part of him wanted to open it up and handle it directly, but he was cautious enough to realize that was a bad idea. It'd be all too easy to accidentally ruin it since he didn't know what it actually was. The fact that it was in a case was evidence enough that it was relatively fragile/
Cyne

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Having just barely avoided the castle wall trying to kill her, perhaps it was a rather poor idea for Cyne to stick around right where she was. But damn it, she had decided to stay and see what would become of Keystone, Thomas and Satilla, and she was going to see it through. Even if she couldn't actually well see the other two behind the big, burly figure of the cook/monk/whatever else he was. It was then that she noticed the remained structure of the tower begin to collapse on itself.

The gust of wind the came from the event was far more powerful than she would have expected, and the resulting spray of dirt, flecks of stone, snow and shrubbery were enough to make her instinctively shield her face and eyes with her arm. It was only after she felt the wind settle that she lowered her arm to see the final result of the last several days. She blinked three times before she truly worked through what she'd seen. They'd all made it out. The healer had only just gotten out by the skin of her teeth and they were all covered in disgusting bodily fluid, but they were no worse for wear than at the end of the battle. At least, that was the case as far as she could tell. She dearly hoped it was.


Atkin Bowman

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

Location: The Long Walk


Valda did the thing he would have done in her situation, and he couldn't begrudge that at all. If Gordy had been kidnapped by some loony witches and he knew how to Transport like, he would have zapped off to go find him as well. Hell, he probably would have done so well before she had. Sure, someone could bring up the inherent danger of potentially teleporting directly into a battle or in the middle of a witch den, but he wouldn't have particularly cared.

"Y'know the Queen's a witch too," Atkin interjected at Arya's assertion that a witch is a witch. "If I were a Wendron Witch and I'd just taken out the Port Witches, last thing I'd want to do is attack the Castle like that. Far as I'd be concerned, my coven already owns the place. It's like when your mate gets a new place. You don't start trashing the place immediately after he moves in. Nah, it's gotta be the port witches. It's showin' off power and dominance. 'We're the big lads in town now, so you better do what we say.'"

It was something he'd seen once or twice before. One gang takes out another and then they make a big show about it. Same deal. At least he hoped so. Even the witches wouldn't be stupid enough to seriously try taking over the Castle now by force, would they? The Young Army's crawling the streets, Wizard Tower has all it's magical wards up, the Guards are on high alert and the Port Witches had just had a big slap fight with the Wendron Witches, this would be the worst possible time to try an invasion. But what did he know?

The woman's eyes widened when Valda suddenly appeared before her but made no move to stop her from doing whatever it was. Magyk was something she only knew enough about to work with or around it as required. The Reverse was far beyond her depth, but it seemed to do the princess quite well, for she woke up for the first time in a worryingly long amount of time.

"My queen, would you like to take the princess back to the Palace?" She didn't let go of Luna, for she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to stand on her own once more. But if the queen was able to Transport herself and her sister back to the Castle, all would be fine for the woman. But if not, then things got even trickier, having to escort not one, but two members of the Royal Family back to the Palace without any further harm coming to either.

"Jadis is the Wendron Mother, right? If so," the woman looked away from everyone else, at the ground as the images of Jadis' gruesome death flashed in her mind. "She's... no longer of this world." Her gaze returned to Valda. "I saw her die. I don't know what Magyk caused her demise, but she... dissolved from within into nothing. I don't know how to describe it." She hoped Valda wouldn't take the news too badly. She'd had quite a rough day as well, this news would only make it worse.
Mali Anson

Location: Zoie's Farm
Skills: Athletics, Perception



Alright, no answer from inside. Don't panic. Don't panic. There could be a million reasons why there wasn't an answer. He could be in the house, or somewhere else where he wouldn't be able to hear her shout. For all she knew, although the limo was here it could be entirely possible that he wasn't even on the estate. He could have gotten another ride and left the place, sent a text message to Zoie and she just didn't have the connection to see it. Then he'd show up later and get a slap in the face for worrying everyone. Don't panic. He could even be just on the other side of the building and simply couldn't hear her over the very loud fire.

But he could still be in that building. Mali was still not dressed to be rushing into a burning building, and fire was indeed scary, so she still wasn't going to charge headfirst into that building unless all the other sensible options were eliminated first. Don't panic. Mali ran around the building staying as close as she could to the building while remaining a safe distance away from the flames. She was looking for anything: Marc himself, perhaps an open window that let her see into the barn that wasn't entirely blocked by fire, something other than just a burning building.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Halsey's shop



Harry put down his notebook and pen when he heard that last story. What the hell. A haunted silver mine was nothing unusual. Any spent mine lent itself towards having ghost stories surrounding it. It would have been more odd had it not been rumored to be haunted, even by just the local kids. But some sort of Elder God or great demon sleeping under the lake that needed five artifacts to awaken? That was way too specific to not set off every single red flag in his head.

"First, I'd like to know more about this silver mine. Is there more to that story?" As much as every fiber of his being screamed that he should dig deeper into that last story, there was a small, but unignorable part of him that said that there was more to be done. He couldn't quite say why, or even think so at the moment, but he knew that the silver mine also played into this whole mess. It was a wordless feeling, but one he had to pursue. But he wasn't going to leave this building until he could get every bit of information possibly from this woman.
Nor

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Why any of these humans thought it was a good idea to stay put was beyond him. Just because you were outside the building didn't mean you were safe. The bloody thing could still fall on your head, and it had tried to do that to him just a few seconds ago. You couldn't be sure until you'd actually moved yourself to either a safe distance or until the whole thing completely collapsed, or fell apart as much as it would. Perhaps that remaining floor would stay where it was, but he wasn't going to give it the chance to take another potshot on his arse if he could help it.

Not that it was making things easy. It felt like every other step some miscellaneous chunk of the tower happened to fall right in front of his foot, so he'd have to alter his course so as to not trip over it. And then the altered course put a tree directly in his path so he had to maneuver around that. But around the tree was a great, big, thorny bush. He might have been in full plate, but that just meant that any vines that did get through would be that much harder to remove. And so on. He did manage to get some more distance in the chaos. Perhaps a bit more and he'd be more or less out of the danger zone.
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