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{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

My Were Alpha is mostly done. I just need to write up the personality and bio sections today after work. Than review and submit

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

@ArenaSnow@Themerlinhawk Well, I think I'll start working on the Were Alpha.

I have a question though... Would the Alpha be able to both partially morph and completely morph fast. Or does it have to be either/or.

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

I am really tempted to claim the Were Alpha. There don't seem to be many werewolf applications, shame.

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

My opening post is up. Hope it's okay I left a door of sorts for character interaction. But I could totally move on on my own from there if there are no takers

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

"Baby girl, we don't need to do this anymore." Mihaela tried to complain, pushing up from the couch that her daughter had made her lie on.

"Yes, we do!" Ro insisted pinning her adoptive mother to the couch again with a hand on her chest. Her eyes softened as she peered in Mihaela's. "You know we do. You need one last treatment, before this is gone. So lie still and let me do what you thought me to do." She paused. "For Mum."

Mihaela sighed. Ro always knew how to get to her. Of course she would do anything for Emily. She would do anything for both her girls. She nodded and lied back, relaxing. She wasn't opposed to Ro's healing. It was just that when people get diagnosed with terminal cancer, their mindset swiftly shifts to accommodate such a definitive news. When she was diagnosed herself she hadn't even considered Ro's powers as an option. Although why in the world not, she couldn't fathom. Thank goodness their little girl was so perceptive and had caught on that something was up with her. She didn't want to think what would have happened to Emily if she were to die.

"It's going to be okay now." Ro whispered and pressed her palm a little more firmly against Mihaela's chest.

The older woman opened her eyes wondering what had brought on those words and felt wetness on her cheeks. Oh, I see. She lifted a hand to brush away the tears, but her daughter's hand was already there.

"I won't lose you, not to this." Ro lowered her head and placed a soft kiss on Mihaela's forehead.

"Thanks, baby girl." The older woman answered around the emotional lump in her throat.

Ro pulled back with a smile on her face. "Plus, it was high time I returned the favor." She winked.

"Cheek." Mihaela laughed.

There was a short knock on the door. "I'm coming in now." A voice announced and a woman entered the room without waiting for invitation. Emily squared her daughter with a look. "So is she better now?"

Mihaela looked alarmed at Ro who raised her hands in surrender. "Hey, she found out all on her own. I had nothing to do with it."

"Don't you go blaming the girl!" Emily admonished, turning angry eyes at her wife. "You should have told me."

Mihaela looked crestfallen. "I didn’t..." She didn't manage to finish as a pair of lips silenced her own.

Ro watched without averting her gaze. She actually loved seeing her moms’ displays of affection. Well, not that she wanted to see, or imagine for that matter, something rated. But this. This was love pure and simple. It was adorable and endearingly beautiful.

"We'll talk about this later." Emily whispered once she'd released Mihaela's lips. "Now..." She turned to her daughter once again. "You didn't answer me, lass. Is my wife better now?"

Ro grinned and Emily squinted her eyes. Here it comes. She thought.

"How can anyone improve on perfection?" Ro deadpanned.

Emily shook her head and sighed. She cast an accusing look at Mihaela. "This is your fault you know."

"I take full responsibility of our daughter's marvelous sense of humor." Mihaela said with a straight face.

Emily groaned and shook her head. Ro relented and went to hug her mother. "I took it all away. She'll be fine now, I promise." She kissed her mum on the cheek.

"Thanks, little rose." Emily squeezed her daughter tight. "Now about this move to New York." Emily stepped away from her daughter's embrace.

Ro sighed. They'd talked about this. The Guild had summoned her to New York. Something was brewing there and the leaders had deemed her particular talents would be of better use there, than in Ireland where things were calm on the magical front for the moment.

"Mum, we've talked about this. You know I have to go."

"Oh, I know you have to go. I just don't have to be happy about it." Emily countered. "I know you two can't tell me everything Guild related, but I can gather well enough on my own it's going to be dangerous."

Ro and Mihaela shared a look. Emily wasn't wrong. In all probability there was going to be danger. But that's why they were transferring her to New York. With her aura manipulation abilities Ro could heal all maladies. Not just the physical variety. But those of the mind and the sole. She could calm people's minds and hearts and in doing so give them the chance to make decisions with a level head and a clear conscience. She'd pulled a lot of people from the brink. Ones that were teetering on the verge of joining Dark Shadow for all the wrong reasons. She'd also helped a lot of Guild members with their wavering hearts, members on the verge of revealing secrets that could prove dangerous. It was what had earned her the Captain rank within the Guild. She was a sort of councilor that helped Guild members deal with the burdens of their magical existence and the need to hide what they really were and what they were capable of. And this renewed attrition with the reemerging vestiges of the Corpus was not helping at all.

"Just promise me you'll be careful." Emily pleaded quietly. "No cheek this time, please." She added, before her daughter could respond.

Ro and Mihaela smirked. Emily knew them both so well. "I'll be careful, Mum. I promise."

"Well then, now that that's settled, you should go and finish packing. I'm afraid you're a little too big for me to pack your luggage for you, little rose." Emily petted her daughter's cheek.

---

As soon as it became known that Ro was to transfer to New York, real estate agent members of the Guild had provided her with options for long term lodgings. Ro's only condition had been for something close to a large park and far from the hustle and bustle. She was assured her conditions would be met and she would be greeted at the airport by a member of the Guild to help her get settled in.

Ro was sitting comfortably in her chair in business class awaiting for takeoff. It was her favorite part of flying. That and when the plane was turning. She loved that tingly feeling she got in her stomach. The rush of adrenalin when the plane gathered speed for lift off, her body pressed firmly to the back of the chair. It was exhilarating.

About seven hours later she'd landed at JFK Airport, gone through passport check and baggage claim and was heading over to the area where she was supposed to meet with her welcoming committee.

The Sunday Group

@jasonwolf If those work for you, sure I don't think they would work for Malone, though

Something more along these lines:

The Sunday Group

Something to maybe get us into the mood, I don't know

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

@FrankenDaughter I was actually planning on revealing some of the things we discussed in my opening IC post. I just wanted to know if the GMs were okay with her Relations sheet, before I posted.@jakeb1993 @codex

Ink On Your Soul - Reboot (Members Needed!)

@KahleenCuthald Awwww, shucks *blush* Thanks I try. I'm happy with our pairing as well. We seem to have clicked indeed I'll try to post tomorrow, during lunch break, or after work.

Epic City: Starburst

Regan's phone buzzed and made her jump. She was nervous as hell. It was the final day of Teagan's testing. The PART officer took the offender in her palm and unlocked the screen to discover a new message from Martha.

'Your shift must be over by now, sweetie, why don't you come on over and be a nervous wreck together with us while we wait? And when she's done you can go and get her and bring yourselves back here to celebrate.' The text read.

Regan couldn't help but grin. Only two weeks or so had passed since the snapper debacle but Martha had already adopted her as a sort of honorary daughter. The older woman was ecstatic about her relationship with Teagan and would grasp any opportunity to spend time with the two of them. And Megan was a constant presence, of course. The girl had also taken a liking to her, especially after Regan had introduced her to her father. Megan had been over the moon to meet a published writer. To make a long story short, Regan had been completely and utterly accepted into Teagan's family and the thought warmed her heart like nothing else. Just like Martha's utter belief that her daughter would pass the tests. Not that Regan doubted it. She was just nervous because of how she felt for Teagan. She wasn't nervous for her, rather with her.

'I'll be right over.' She typed in her reply with a smile on her face. The butterfly tornado in her belly, calming for a nanosecond.

A twenty-something minute drive later she found herself in the comforting embrace of Martha.

"Oh, sweetie, you're just like her. Getting nervous over tests and exams." Teagan's mother wrapped Regan's face in her palms, smiling benignly at her. "Quite the pair the two of you are." She winked at her with mirth in her eyes. "Now come. Megan needs a new victim to practice her drawing. I'm afraid she’s bored with Rory and me." She announced entering the living room.

Megan caught the tail end of her sentence and protested vigorously. "Not true, Mama Bear! It's just that to improve I need..."

"Yes, yes, diversity, I know. I'm just teasing you, baby girl." Martha interrupted her, smiling. "I've got your diversity right here." She said and shoved Regan forward.

Regan smiled, approached the girl and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How are you doing, Megs?" She signed. She'd been learning the language from Teagan and Megan for the past two weeks and was pleased with her progress.

"Your signing is improving." Megan praised her. "I'm a little nervous, but sketching helps." The girl shrugged and blushed a little. She made it a point to sign slowly when speaking with Regan so that the older woman could understand and learn.

Regan nodded. "Let's see if it'll help me." She set across Megan and posed. "Sketch away."

"She'll be fine, you know." Megan assured.

"Yes, I know. I just..." Regan didn't finish. She couldn't explain it.

"I understand." Megan signed and Regan smiled.

---

Teagan was waiting for her final test in the women's locker room of the ECPD's training facilities. She was trying to keep calm and failing miserably. The only thing that had kept her going was Regan's attempt the night before to encourage her, while looking green with nerves herself. It was an adorable sight that had Teagan flushing a little at the memory.

A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.

"Hayes, you're up." One of the female instructors popped her head in to announce.

Teagan nodded and stood up. All that was left was the hand to hand test. They'd told her it would be a threefold one. One on one, against multiple opponents, and against multiple opponents of superior strength where she would be allowed to use her environment and anything she found as weapon. She exited the locker room and headed for the gym where the tests were being held. Entering she took in the set up. There were the instructors that would act as attackers, and the ones that would be evaluating her performance. The gym's floor was matted with safety pads, like the ones you would find in a martial arts dojo. Teagan couldn't contain a grimace at the memory of the numerous tumbles she'd taken during her training with Regan. True, the mats absorbed much of the inertia of a fall, but you still needed to know how to fall correctly, or you could get really hurt. And Teagan had bruises upon her bruises.

"Candidate Heyes." The same female that had popped her head in the locker room called to Teagan. "Whenever you are ready." She gestured with her hand in invitation for Teagan to join her on the mat.

A grueling three hour testing session later she was finally done. She'd done well. She was satisfied with her performance. She'd hardly had any problems with the one on one and the multiple attacker simulations. The third scenario had been the real challenge, but she'd come out of it alright. She'd managed to subdue three of the attackers before the evaluators deemed she would have needed backup. Which apparently had been enough for her to pass. Now all that was left was paperwork and soon she would be officially an ECPD officer. She was ecstatic!

Her hands shook slightly when she dialed Regan's number to share the good news. She heard the dial tone and waited. The answer came with lightning speed. "I passed!" She blurted before Regan could say a thing.

"I'm coming." The PART officer answered with glee in her voice.

---

Regan made it to the ECPD training facilities in record time. She parked and launched herself at the waiting there Teagan.

"I don't know why I was so nervous." She mumbled in Teagan's shoulder. "I never doubted you'd pass." She said lifting her head to look up at Teagan.

"Ye were probably channeling me." Teagan grinned, playful glimmers dancing in her eyes. Now that the stress from the testing had passed she was back to her old cheeky self. "So..." She drawled. "Do I get a prize?" Teagan asked wiggling her eyebrows playfully.

Regan locked eyes with the older woman. And then focused on Teagan's lips. The tiny scar there, always calling to her. She leaned in, her gaze shifting again to Teagan's eyes. "Most certainly." She whispered millimeters from Teagan's lips. The ex-firefighter swayed gently, pulled towards Regan and was abruptly brought off balance when Regan stepped back. "But first we need to celebrate the occasion with your family." She stated, grinning from ear to ear.

Teagan took a second to curb the wild arousal that had surged through her body and squared Regan with a playful look of her own. "Ye know yer gonna pay fer that, right, Murphy." She threatened.

"Promises, promises." Regan laughed and opened the door of the car for Teagan.

The firefighter entered the vehicle without another word, allowing her arousal to simmer until she would unleash it with the full force of her pent up desires. Oh, she had plans alright! But first, she had good news to share with her family.