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A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

Great. Could you tell me when you plan on converting my surroundings into an open-air foundry the next time, please ?

Balthazar had not the slightest idea whether this orb could actually read his thoughts, or if it would be willing to start some sort of silent chit-chat with him, but the mental complaint was directed at nothing as much as it was at the magic thing anyway

The demon looked around: The bike was trash! The cruiser was trash! Frankly speaking, the city could put this whole part of the damn street onto the schedule for reconstruction. That also was a pretty good argument for hauling his ass away from here, right ? Right! And Balthazar had already figured where to go next. If he had to stay below the radar, then at least he could make some good use of that time as well. The demon knew where to go, but he had to try the less populated streets as far as possible. Public transport likely was stopped due to the assault.

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The library customer card clashed gently against the scratched plastic surface of the RFID reader, a beep quick to confirm that its owner's request for elevated privileges had been acknowledged. The elevator in the Artificer's Library got moving. Superficially, this was a rather small library and book store specializing on all kinds of technical and technological topics, a geek's little heaven so to speak and there certainly were enough people fulfilling the cliché around. Yet there also was an entire level not open to the general public, but only to those who wouldn't freak out upon learning that some of the magical stuff was entirely true. This part's collection maybe was not the most exquisite one, but more than good enough for a start.

The challenge only was how to mount a search if one didn't even know what to look for except 'magical orb that talks and loves fire'. Maybe it was worth plugging in just that straight into this fancy A.I. search ? Balthazar's butt was already placed firmly on the poor stool and his fingers hovering above the keyboard ready to start typing, but then a brainwave hit him: First grabbing a potentially very precious thing that could have come from a high ranking bloodsucker that just died in a bomb blast, then surviving a pair of headhunters and then doing nothing better than providing a computer connected to a network with the information that he had the thing maybe was not the best idea!

He started the prompt anyway. If more police cruisers would show up within minutes, then at least he would have sort of a proof that his previous encounter had not been a coincidence and that he was indeed part of a manhunt due to that thing. The first results that showed up on the screen at least looked like the troopers would have plenty of time: Why did so many alleged artifacts throughout history have to be spherical ?

How about you just identify yourself, please. What or who are you, where do you come from and whose pocket did the blast rip you out off ?! Balthazar muttered to himself.

Summary

Balthazar tries to find out more about the orb at a library for the occult. He is aware of the risk this search might pose, but since some people already seem to know about him considers it worth proceeding anyway.

Chronicles of Minadra (High Fantasy RP Concept)

I'd be interested as well, would not have a character concept yet though.

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

Short question, but does the city have anything like a library for the occult ? Balthazar might be eager to try some reading about the orb. That is... assuming that he doesn't end up accidentally melting down the block or getting an arrow to the knee on the way there, however ;)

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

"Contract ?" Balthazar snapped at the one obviously either fake or now sort of 'off-duty' officer who'd been shouted at to get away. "Do I look like a shitty piece of paper or a PDF with a digital signature ?" The demon almost had to smirk about his own words. "It's said that paper ignites at 374 degrees or so, but I wonder about cop gear!"

Balthazar didn't bother to turn around, that would have cost too much time and given an opportunity for the other individual to use that firearm already pointed at him. He released a stream of fire against the wall, hoping that I'd bounce off and engulf the entire situation in flames. That, of course, inevitably included himself. Good thing his hair grew back very, very quickly. The smell of it sizzling away still was no less horrible to his own nostrils than it was to anybody else's.

Balthazar leapt away from the wall backwards for he expected both of them to open fire for as long as they could, even with their vision being potentially impaired a lot if not burnt away. Bullets hurt, he had no intent of catching a lot of them. His hands kept aiming at the duo to continue blasting them with a green-blue inferno. He realized that, even if he could manage to dispose of these guys quickly, he was also already doing a disturbingly good job at attracting more attention. Yet now he had already started that way, switching to his own pistol in the middle of it would be stupid.

Summary

Balthazar attempts to create an alloy out of fake cops, asphalt and concrete by means of heat treatment. Will he succeed, get badly hurt or even captured in the process ?

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

The demon took one hand of the steering handle to press it against his jacket around the breast region, just where he had put his phone and the other items. Had the damn battery decided to develop an issue and was in the processes of bulging, then exploding ? Yet as the contents of his inner pockets were pressed against his chest, Balthazar realized that the feeling of heat was not rectangular, but round. That sphere...

Only when the police cruisers rushed by, he felt the urge to pay attention to the rear view mirror and saw the remainders of the fireflies dissipate behind him... into rainwater ? That wasn't normal! The idea of tossing the orb into the ditch crossed his mind once more, but again he hesitated as it appeared to stabilize again. That thing had a knack for making itself more remarkable by the minute after all, hadn't it ?

Then the tire squal reached his ears. He would not even try to make a run for it on a somewhat clapped out bike that had to carry that much weight. Balthazar let go of the throttle and turned on the indiciator that he was going to stop on the roadside. He knew he had learned something from his last encounter with the cops and mentally prepared for retrieving all the stupid standard papers an officer could possibly expect from a driver during a routine check.

"Hello officer. Is there a problem ? Can I see your badge, please ?"

Stay cool, Balthazar thought. He was not responsible for the attack, the cop he had met before had not complained about any wrongdoing either. Maybe these state troopers would just do a routine inspection on anybody who was looking as if trying to get out quickly and did stick out of the crowd ? Also cars had tires, tires were made of rubber and rubber didn't like very high temperatures.

Summary

Balthazar notices the fireflies and grows a tad more concerned about the orb. He decides not to run away from the troopers, but to try playing the innocent.

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

It took the policeman one or two more attempts to actually obtain Balthazar's attention. At least the sunglasses were still on, otherwise that flashlight might have revealed something rather discomforting perhaps. Still, the demon's eyes hurt from all that light. Damn those modern, high-powered flashlights!

"Yes, yes... I am fine." Balthazar replied more absent-mindedly than he intended as his focus had already shifted towards the circular metal thing that had just bumped against his foot. The policeman did not appear to have noticed it yet, but the way it glistened in the light of fire and sun coming into the parking lot automatically gave it a touch of preciousness in Balthazar's dark eyes.

The officer turned away, his attention drawn to countless other things in the area that, luckily, no longer included a bloodsucker divided into two parts. The demon picked up the ring, then pulled out his cellphone, accepted the call with a single touch he didn't even look at, raised the device up to his ear and could only listen to silence. It was only an odd "Hello ?" later that he realized that there was no call. Confusedly, Balthazar then pulled the mysterious orb out of his jacket next and put the phone back in.

"You dirty little thing!" he murmured to himself while staring at the object. The second object that was as the ring had already found its way into another pocket. Was it even clever to pick up all that trash ? Could have just dumped them into the next bin...

A less then gentle nudge on the kickstarter later and Balthazar's motorcycle hummed away under its sole occupant. The demon bent a few traffic rules on the way out of the city quarter as he figured that nobody cared while inside a disaster zone. He also turned his head more often than usual for a quick look behind: Was there anybody with a full auto weapon following ?

Synopsis

Balthazar is a good boy who doesn't leave any garbage behind, yet is also concerned about vampires with too much ammo on his way out of the scene.

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

Will try and get my reply done tomorrow at the latest.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Valthyr

_{Location: In the woods
Interacting with: Ivor (@Beard Dad)
Mentions: Sya (@PrinceAlexus), Ayel (@Dezuel), Flynn (@The Muse)}

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At first, the giant wolf jerked and twisted his fur-clad head to try and see who had actually dared to grab him like that, but after the first surge of adrenaline (and anger) was over, he realized that there was only one who might have pulled that kind of thing off anyway. It didn't make Valthyr dislike it any less, but at least this Ivor guy had had the gratitude of telling about where they were headed to. At some point the wolf even started putting his feet back on the ground to help the giant support him.

And yet he still growled when released, showing off the set of teeth that could have snapped off a man's arm in one or two bites. Everybody had already seen him naked, so no hesitance to shift back to human for some talking due to that. The real reason why the druid waited for a few moments was because he'd lose all the protective fluff!

"You blithering..." What kind of word should he even throw at Ivor ? 'Idiot' sounded a bit too harsh now that he had had the entire, slow stroll towards the forest worth of time to try and think himself into the other man's position. Still it had to be something harsh because the sheer amount of blunders was just pretty obvious! "...anomalous... mountain!" The words were gurgled again at first, then slowly returned to normal. Sadly though, the freezing cold now crept in just as quickly and made his next words accompanied by mild shuddering.

"Do you even realize what you've done ? Do you really think I'd be such an idiot to sink my teeth into this malicious retard ? I merely wanted to cuddle him so he'd go away and stop pestering us, but now that I couldn't do that he will think that I wanted to kill him and yes, I am sure he will try and talk to the prince himself about this, his 'bestest friend'. He already tried that yesterday while it was me who helped protect this place from some blight born creature while looking for the killer of this elderly soldier!"

Valthyr could feel the temperature sapping his warmth. That happening to his feet for a day was one thing, but to his entire body was something entirely different and a lot, lot worse. Was it even more cold today than before ?

"Who thinks will make Sya's chair once I am in jail for something I didn't do just because the big mistake of carrying the idea of 'nobility' -- Valthyr committed to a quite vitriolic gesture at this point -- over to this place was made ? While it was meant to be the shattering of old, worn-out traditions that didn't age well otherwise, of course! I find that rather disappointing, you don't ? And now this Ayel has all the time to throw insults at Sya as well by the way because neither you nor I are left to just force him to stop by means he will understand. Great!"

By now, the decrease of a certain environmental parameter had reached Valthyr's reproductive organs which made him try and shield them by crossing his flat hands in front of them. He had not really been shouting before, but from this point onwards it became increasingly difficult to even just understand him through all the shaky movements.

"You could have had at least the idea of taking my clothes along with me, then I would not have to do the woodcutting completely naked and have the most infernal cold afterwards. Not to mention that walking around naked in town will make me a laughing stock at best and a complete idiot on average. Now will you at least just wait for me to get that tree over there down ? Yes you could probably just tear it down but what am I going to do with a piece of shattered trunk ?"

Presenting his rear end towards Ivor for the lack of alternatives, Valthyr tried to get to work the best he could. His hand ploughed through the snow in search of anything that felt like a rock, but his fingers were turning numb so quickly that first few items he dug up were nothing but dirt falling apart. He then finally found a small rock and slammed it into the tree's bark. Never before had he cared less about a permit to do what he'd do now. The carvings started to glow in a dim, violet hue almost as quickly as he made them. He formed a circle around the tree's stem, but at an angle.

Then there was nothing left to do but wait. Very impatiently. The druid sat down onto the ground were some loose bushwork still clang to life, then tried to make himself as small and huddled up as possible. "Do me a favor and give me back that fur that Ayel tossed at me. I disapprove of you repaying your life debts by grabbing me throughly enough that I think you owe me something!"

Meanwhile, the first suspicious sounds could be heard from the tree. Beneath the carvings, the wood appeared to deteriorate in a very thin layer across the trunk.

"Just wait, it'll slide off and topple over by itself at some point. Can talk about that kind of magic later if you wish..."

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

I will try and give it some rework tomorrow.

@Fetzen

Done. Better now ? @POOHEAD189

A Hard Rain - Urban Fantasy RP

I will try and give it some rework tomorrow.