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I have begun work revising my old "Burning of Volstryggr RP". I hope to have it ready by the end of the month.
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I am feeling better so I hope to get working back on all my RPs
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Coffee and Music. With their powers combined, I am able to write.
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Burning of Volstryggr hmm? I might relaunch it if I get some free time. Would need to iron out a few things
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Time: Morning
Location: Sorrel's Place
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel, @Milkman - Finn
Mentions:
Jams:


Volfango completed the filling the plates on the table while giving Sorrel a sly smirk at her comment about his flirtatious tendencies. It also seemed that his words were having a profound effect on Finn, which he certainly wouldn't mind following up on. Alas, it was his belief that he owed Sorrel a proper date that didn't end in...well he should at least take her to dinner! A bit of wine n' dine was always nice after a long week. He collected all the dishes used to make the food and place them in the sink, giving them a quick rinse of hot water. He glanced over at Finn as he asked to live her for the time being.

"Volfango is honored by your offer." He spoke during the pause, the cheerfulness in his expression fading with what came next. A pan slipped out of his hands as Sorrel asked him a question he had been dreading since last night. There was something about being called a werewolf that caused his entire being to lock up, it simply made it too real. For the first time, the usually upbeat and talkative Voflango went stone-faced and silent as his hands absent-minded turned of the faucet. This expression persisted as Sorrel explained her reasoning for the question. Unfair? Yes, it certainly was. Though it was more he ran than HER abandoning him.

"Please excuse Volfango as he gets dressed." A faint smile accompanied the somber sound in his voice as he took a selection of the clothes Sorrel had purchased for them and stepped into the same room he had woken up in. Once inside, he pulled the chef haft from his head and untied the apron from around his waist. This new part of him wasn't going to just disappear. Volfango was afraid to accept this new identity and anything that might validate its existence. However, he was only going to get himself or others killed trying to pretend nothing was wrong. Volfango slipped into a pair of dark blue, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a faded sunset in the middle. Volfango's well-toned body was certainly not forgotten in this new outfit as he examined himself in the mirror. It was time for him to stop running away and face reality.

As he entered back into the living, he had just missed the first part of Finn's sentence as he made his way over to the table and took his seat. His story made him rather grateful that he had been blessed with such an understand and loving family. Volfango wouldn't trade any of his parents or siblings for anything in the world. It was like listening to a whole other kind of world. At least, it made him more comfortable to talk about what brought him here. Volfango could see it materialize in Finn's eyes, the kind of anger that burns an entire lifetime. That kind of brotherly love Volfango could understand very well, as he had no better friend in the world than his own brother. With what happened at the art gallery, it made him concerned for Finn about his brother's fate.

"Volfango is pleased to hear so." Once again, he didn't sound like his normal self. Now that Finn had finished he supposed it was his turn to answer, though for once in his life the words were hard to speak. He took a bite of his eggs, a drink of milk, and then sighed after swallowing it all "You asked Volfango where his maker was? Volfango does not know." Was maker the right word? His English was good but there was some concepts that still eluded him "This was forced upon Volfango by Volfango's old lover about three weeks ago." He vaguely remembered something about a princess or something similar "That is why Volfango arrived in Ember Grove." The memory was still fresh in his mind. Last night felt all too similar to that first night he turned, although he at least remembered parts this time.

It felt like a heavy weight was taken off his chest, though he still didn't like the feeling talking about it left him with. He was the charming and electric Volfango and not some sad, little puppy! "Volfango has a a place but he won't refuse spending a few nights here." His acting and modeling career had been going rather smoothly before it all happened, so he had a decent bank account to last him for awhile. He didn't want to admit that as he wanted, no needed, her help in understanding this world he had become a part of.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: @Tae - Marius
Mentions: @HowlsOfWinter - Veronika
Jams:




Helene placed a hand over heart and let loose a soft sigh, as if forgetting for a moment that people could lie. She came to her senses as she calmed down "You don't have to apologize, really." She offered a warm, half-smile choosing to believe the stranger. If her mother was indeed present in Ember Grove, than Helene doubt she could resist making an appearance. A momentary frown crossed her lips as she wondered what Mother would think of last night's endeavor. She might be proud that her daughter had a somewhat successful hunt but all the princess felt was shame and regret. Those feelings scared her so she immediately shifted her attention to Marius.

Ah, as he gave his name the memories associated with it came back to her as did the few stories that Catherine had told her about him. Though her mother spoke only a little of him, it was strange that she had even taken that much interest in one of her agents. It wasn't like her to display even the slightest bit of attachment to those who served under her. As Marius bowed, Helene returned a curtsy even though she was the one of a higher position, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at his compliment. She wasn't used to hearing such things from people beside her Aunt and Mother "Helene Sinclaire, even though you seem to have already known that." A small giggle slipped from her, it was a strange relief to not have to hide who she was.

His next question made her freeze and tense up until he revealed later that he had no intention of reporting her position back to her mother. Her bottom lip trembled a little as she tried to piece together a proper answer, hands clasping nervously together "I-I really appreciate the offer." Her rose-colored eyes drifted to the ground "You have to promise...not to laugh." While her mother knew her love of music, she had never really expressed what her dreams were with it. It seemed almost pointless to talk about it "I came to Ember Grove t-to see the outside world and...and..." It was her dream and she shouldn't be afraid of it any longer. Her hands tightened into fist and were raised against her chest as a strong, honest look shone in her eyes "...to sing and make music for people to enjoy! All over the world!" There was just something about Marius that made her comfortable enough to share.


Interactions: @Not Fungus, @Guy0fV4lor, @Phonic, @Vocab
Mentions: None



Ryom listened to the ramblings of the last member of their small group to speak as he walked away, but didn't turn his head around to look. His desperate attempt to rationalize the situation followed by his breakdown annoyed him to high hell. The idea that this could be any kind of permanent situation would not be entertained in the slightest. He would never accept it. The most important person to him was likely dying, waiting for her only son to come to her side. To hold her hand and tell her its going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. He was going to make it home no matter what.

While he wasn't completely calmed down, his blood was still burning as he stepped down the cobbled path. However, it was impossible not to notice the burden of the humid, enveloping heat making the costume he had been wearing for the convention almost unbearable. The heat was getting to him so much that he couldn't even think of who he was supposed to be anyway, only that Tae had loved the show the character came from. Any further thoughts were thrown to the side as a heavily-armored man rounded the corner of a building, making him stop dead in his tracks. Here he thought that Tae had gone all out on their cosplay outfits. On a more serious note, the man looked like he certainly meant business and his attire didn't suggest it was merely for show.

Ryom had grown up what most would consider the rough parts of town. Living in a place like that, you almost had to develop a sense for danger. Between the uniform and authoritative tone, he made a guess that whoever it was some kind of law enforcement. Royal Army? Off-limits? Where the hell did they end up? This certainly didn't look good for him, or the others that arrived here just like he did. He didn't have time to be throw in some dungeon or whatever kind of prison system they had in this weird place. "We were on our way home when there was this large flash of light! The next thing we know we're here! My mother...she's very ill right now and I have to get back to her, sir!" He added an additional flair of fear and hysteria to his voice. He had gained quite a bit of practice with his acting from run-ins with the police to dealing with crowds during performances. The muscles in his legs began to tense, waiting to see how the knight-looking guy reacted.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Mentions:@princess - Angel, @Potter - Shay
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A small percentage of his attention was diverted to the strange couple that had entered and now was seated behind them. Their looks from before and the unusual silence that followed them as they sat down produced a number of varying theories about their presence at the diner. If he had the time and ability, he could investigate further and perhaps gain a promising lead or valuable information from them. Alas, the first and only time he had tried a spell to make copies of himself had catastrophic consequences that he would not like to repeat. There was some magic that even he would not touch, at least for the time being. No, had plenty to work with Ylva and Emelie right here. Lucius would simply note their appearance for later if he happened to run into them again.

It was fascinating to watch the little Bunny's reaction to Ylva's words, something lurked in the shadows of the light cast by her genuine joy. Where the light shined, the creature made sure to keep its distance. However, it did not fool the old warlock's eyes. Was the creature roaming free or was it on a leash awaiting its owner's command? Lucius smiled back at her thumbs up, it was so childish and pure "I can see that!" He responded before continuing eating himself, nearly done with his platter. There were some that co-existed with their own creature, their inner demon, but as for Lucius? Both the demon and the angel that guided his conscience festered in the same shallow grave.

Lucius nodded in response to Ylva "I appreciate it." There was a brief expression of relief on Luke's face, knowing that he did not have to reveal any of the fabricated traumatic memories. He turned his head to Emelie as her dainty hand landed on his broad shroud, trying to comfort him. His shoulder had purposefully tensed initially before slowly relaxing. His lips were curled into a wide smile as if he couldn't help himself from doing so "That's really kind of you, Millie, but I'm okay! I promise!" It wasn't as though Lucius couldn't fake the emotions demanded of the act. He had observed enough suffering and despair to drawn plenty of inspiration from. Lucius had to admit that she could play the game well for someone of her apparent age. However, she was playing several steps behind.

Lucius showed explicit interest as Ylva spoke about her home as he slowly fed the last of the food into his mouth. Storyteller? Perhaps not, but what Ylva said was more than enough to give him a rather good idea of what she was. There was a very off-chance that she was a vampire, but she was almost certainly a werewolf judging by her description of her hometown. "Come on, I bet you have some great stories. It still sounds like an place that would be amazing to visit." Norway was dominantly their territory with its vast wilderness. There was a few notable covens in the country but none that truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. He was rather missing his firearm with its silver bullets right now. It was far easier to take one of her kind down that way then with silver-tipped blades.

At this point, Lucius was finished with his breakfast and coffee. That being said, even he was going to be sick of playing this wretched role if they were going to be out on the town "Well, I'm ready to pay and leave whenever you two are!" He said contently as he placed his silverware on the plate after taking the last bite of bacon. Perhaps it was time to give Emelie a little hint of what she was dealing with "Interficiam velum de magia, et vide cor." The words slipped almost silently out of his mouth as he smiled brightly, like a master ventriloquist manipulating their dummy. This particular spell was one of his own creation, its effects allowing the caster to see the aura of one gifted with magic. However, under his friendly smiled Lucius was tightly clenching his teeth as his blood felt like it was boiling. A small side-effect. He glanced carefully over at Emelie and was not surprised at at all to see the faint flames of magic that enveloped her. It was a surprise, however, to see that one of the women that sat behind him also had a similar veil. Lucius released the spell once he had seen them both, his jaw loosening as the effects slowly faded.


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Old habits were digging themselves deep as Ryom tried to simultaneously deal with what was happening around him and thinking of ways to get back home. Like a trapped dog, he wanted to bite and claw his way out but that was not the way to do this. Ryom took several deep breaths, slowly releasing the grip on his phone. Ryom shook his head and laughed once as Micheal said where his name and where he was from. It wasn't that he didn't believe him, it just meant this was way worse than he thought. He looked up at him then down at the water "Thanks." He gritted his teeth as he accepted the water before taking a large gulp. After he was done, he handed it back to Michael "And no. I'm not" What the hell was he supposed to do? Florida!?! None of this made sense at all.

His attention shifted to Momiji as she spoke up, his eyebrows furrowing at her tone as he straightened back up. Perfect. His eyes darted to the bokken, even though it was wrapped up he had seen it enough times to identify it. Perhaps she was a stuck-up, rich girl that liked to believe she was above everyone else. Perhaps they were simply misunderstanding each other. He didn't have time nor the patience to figure it out "Ryom Sung-Tae. Seoul, South Korea." He uttered, his muscles in his face tightening with each word. There wasn't time to argue right now when he had to get back from wherever this was. Think, Ryom. Think! Absentmindedly, he began to bounce his right leg. Fuck. He kept on muttering quietly to himself, the pain in his hand numbing out.

However, the longer they remained in this silent ghetto the more he began to feel uneasy. It didn't matter where or when they were right now, a place like this is not somewhere you want to be lingering for too long. That much he knew "We need to find someone, anyone, and ask what the hell is going on right now. I don't have time to wait around." With that, he began to walk down one of the small streets through the houses not waiting on the others to give him a response. Time was running out. Or maybe time was stopped? This could be the end of the world for all he knew! That wouldn't stop him from pressing forward. They got here somehow so there had to be a way back. He wouldn't accept anything else. He would find a way back, no matter what. Whatever the cost.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: @Tae - Marius
Mentions: @HowlsOfWinter - Veronika
Jams: "I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now."



Helene played with her eyes softly shut as the emotions flowed from her into each stroke of her bow against the strings of the violin, unaware of the attention she had garnered. Alas, the piece was nearing its end and with it came a fiery, aggressive series of notes as her fingers expertly kept up with the rambunctious tempo. Her face twisted in a series of expressions as it came to a close, freeing emotions that might otherwise fester inside her heart and soul. Helene was so lost in this finale that she did not hear Marius approach until she had just finished. The clapping startled her causing her to let out a small gasp as her eyes flicked open.

At first she was embarrassed for being surprised so, but then the familiar stranger's words sent a shiver down her spine "I-I have no idea where mother is. She's not in town, is she?" There was something about his voice and image that she seemed to vaguely remember "W-wait, I feel like I've seen you before. Who are you?" Helene curiously asked, setting her violin in its case as she stood up though the man still stood over her. He hadn't hesitated in calling her out so he had to know her right? Suddenly the memory of last night was pushed to the back burner as she worried her time here might be running short.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Mentions:@princess - Angel, @Potter - Shay
Jams:



Lucius glanced over his shoulders at the two people that entered the diner, their steps and movements in general carried a certain weight that betrayed their causal looks. The red-head seems disinterested in everyone else in the establishment...no, rather no one prompted her to react. The woman next to her, however, scanned the room with tension in her shoulders until she saw whatever she needed to see...or lack thereof...and continued along with the red-head. If Lucius hadn't already engaged in a conversation, he might have tried to make an impression. A portion of egg and a piece of jellied toast made its way to his mouth, its flavor was acceptable but nothing that he hadn't ever tasted before. Even so, he feigned contentment so as to not drawn any more attention to his true behavior.

Mentally he sighed as Emelie asked him about his meal. It was a rather cute trick to hide the spell casting with the tea cup, but while he might be old his hearing was quite perceptive. After all, its far easier to deal with witch or warlock when you can hear the spell they are casting. He had wished his hearing was as good as it was now when he was trudging through the thick woods of Germania. Credit where it was due, the Gauls understood how to set ambushes and use fear to their advantage "It really hits the spot y'know? I'm not sure how it compares to Ylva's though. How about yours, Millie? Those pancakes look pretty good." He continued to eat after a light chuckle. While he admitted her previous trick was a tad clever, staring him down trying to pull anything out was not. Disappointing. His attention, however, was grabbed by Ylva speaking about his state of health. It seemed the guard dog wished to bark.

The edges of his lips trembled as he kept eye contact with Ylva, the smile on his face appearing to weaken "Sorry, its just..." Somberness once again crept into this voice, hesitation settling in as if there was something he didn't want to talk about "Its just that I remembered something that happened to me recently..." He took a deep breath, trying to pick up the pieces of his smile but it lacked the brightness he had started with, as if having him to try and explain why caused him to recall that fictitious event even more. He tried to shake off whatever trauma that had been brought up "I'm alright, really! I can't wait to finish my food so we can see the town. I hope you'll tell us a story of where you come from, Ylva!" What should have been an emotional roller-coaster, would appear as nothing to Emelie's spell and he hoped she would read it as such. There was one truth, he was eager to finish his breakfast and see what more he could learn.


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Sweat beat down Ryom's face as his eyes opened with his cell phone in hand, ready to dial the number for a taxi or an uber or whatever would get him to the hospital the fastest. Heavy breathing was soon silenced as he took a look at his surroundings while his mind tried its best to comprehend what it was seeing. He quickly wiped his eyes once more and rubbed them, as if trying to clean the sleep from his eyes. Nothing changed. It had to be some sick, practical joke right? The buildings were all some prop-up displays meant to create some kind of illusion. They had to be. However, it didn't explain the complete silence of what should be the busy downtown area of Seoul.

Ryom turned his head to the sound of another voice, one belonging that at least had a body. His question sent a shiver down Ryom's spine, but he didn't dare to answer. Instead, Ryom picked up a loose rock off the ground and tossed it as hard as he could down one of the streets. The small rock skipped along until it was finally stopped by a wooden barrel in its path. He could felt his heart begin to beat faster as he silently walked up to the closest building and placed his hand against it, the texture was all too real. Without warning, Ryom gritted his teeth and pulled back before launching a punch into the building's wall. The skin on his knuckless slit open as he reeled back his fist "FUCK!" Ryom yelled, the pain assuring him that this was not just some fever dream either.

He didn't have time for whatever game this was. His mother needed him and he couldn't waste any more time. He kept muttering curse words as he held his right hand in his other, pacing around as he tried to think about what to do next "Oh, didn't you know? We're in goddamn Disney World!" He snapped at Michael before groaning in pain once more as his hand began to throb. Think Ryom, think! He looked back at Michael and saw there were two others. "Name and last place you remember being. Now!" He spoke harshly at the other three. He desperately wanted them to assure him he was still at the convention center and he had taken some wrong turn. The adrenaline was kicking as he waited for their reply. Ryom let his other hand go to look at his phone. No service. His grip around the phone tightened, uncaring if he snapped it right there. Hold on mom, I'm coming. Please....hold on.



Time: Morning
Location: Sorrel's Place
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel, @Milkman - Finn
Mentions:
Jams:



The absurdity of the situation of the situation did well to divert his mind and attention away from last night. He would rather pretend it didn't happen at all. Nothing else happened except a wonderful date that went exactly as planned with the lovely Sorrel. And Finn? Well it wouldn't be the wildest night he had ever had before. Keep talking. Do not let the mind rest "Grazie! Volfango aims to please!" He said out loud with a grin at Finn's remark. Volfango was rather proud of his modest culinary skills as he often had to make his younger siblings dinner because their parents were often busy. The other guest was very easy on the eyes, however he was a guest of Sorrel's and it would be rather impolite to flirt under her roof.

His eyes watched Sorrel as she moved further into the apartment, working the cooking station with dexterous precision. As her cheeks turned red, Volfango couldn't help but smile knowing that the other two heads were spinning. He perked up as he heard the hastily spoken word "Do not stress, beautiful Sorrel! It is natural to wish to see Volfango in all his glory!" He boasted from the kitchen as he began finishing up "Volfango, however, will wear such a considerate gift with pride." He took brief glances at the two as he cooked, not wanting to serve anything less than his best!

He nodded firmly, twirling a butter knife in his hand "Then Volfango shall make them fit for a queen!" It was impossible for Volfango to imagine himself as that huge creature last night, full of rage and power. The power. It was almost intoxicating and he could feel its remnants in his fingertips as he made the last parts of the breakfast. Everything Volfango knew about the world was slowly collapsing around him, was it his fate to be some uncontrollable beast? How did he know for sure that he wouldn't turn on friends and family? The encroaching thought that slipped through his web of distractions caused him to nearly miss Sorrel's question "Voflango would love to down a glass of milk." He answered back as he finished at last with his magnificent breakfast.

"It is Voflango's delight to present the gorgerous Sorrel and the handsome Finn with a breakfast guaranteed to blow the mind. Volfango made sure to give Finn extra sausage and ham." He gestured to the finished dishes with flair, no hint of doubt in his voice.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Jams:



Once again, Ylva referred to the event with a kind of indifference to the whole thing and without a sign of fear in her eyes. Emelie on the other hand hadn't heard anything, yet showed more concern over the possibility of a simple robbery. He could chalk up to a difference in their personalities, but he definitely believed that Ylva was a supernatural of some kind with enough power, or pride, to not be affected "That's kind of what I've heard as well. It's a shock for sure." He replied with a momentary shiver, lightly shaking his head at such tragedy. Lucius of all people should know that not everyone is who they seem so he naturally has to be wary of anyone he comes into contact with for a extended period of time. He had no safe haven. No one in the world to turn to. It might sound sad but it stopped bothering him after the first few centuries, the rotting feelings replaced by an ever increasing determination in his mission.

His teeth clamped down as Ylva mentioned his preference for dark coffee, a signal that his lapse hadn't gone unnoticed. He let out a kind of embarrassed laugh "Yeah, I almost kinda need it. My dad used to drink it a lot. He refused to acknowledge any other kind of coffee." Bright, blue eyes met with Ylva's as he lightheartedly spoke. It was likely to win her over, but he always had back-up plans in case anything ever went wrong when he was out "Ylva?" Lucius purposefully butchered the pronunciation a bit, before continuing "Now that's a cool name. Nice to meet you too!" That name at least confirmed the foreigner identity.

"I have lived in Ember Grove all my life so if there's anything either of you need, I'd be happy to help."

Now that was quite interesting to hear. This entire conversation Lucius had been monitoring and listening carefully to what Emelie was saying to figure out who he was talking with. How does someone who lived their entire life in the town not know of a major tragedy like what happened last night? News typically travels fast in towns like this so the idea that she didn't hear about it from anyone presented the old warlock with more questions. Emelie, or Millie, had the kind of personality that should earn her at least a few friends in this town if what she was saying was true about living here her entire life. It was possible that she was simply a sheltered girl or perhaps she had lied about living here. Her offer, then, gave him the chance to investigate further.

"That's very kind of.." He had started saying with a smile before he looked off to the side, pausing for a second in thought before speaking again albeit without a smile and a kind of humble look on his face "I would...actually appreciate it if you could. If you're free after this, perhaps you could show me a few places?" His presented energy dipped with the first sentence, a not-so-hidden look of pain in his eyes covered by his friendly demeanor. A smile returned to his lips as did his energy when he ask the question to Millie as his adopted personality continued to evolve to meet the challenges and reactions of those he was engaging with.

Lucius turned his head as nose caught wind of savory aroma of bacon, and the light, buttery scent of pancakes "Looks like our food is coming just as Ylva is finishing hers." He mentioned as the waitress returned with their orders, placing them on the table with a smile. It would be far simpler to cast a spell to determine what manner of supernaturals the two women were, if any, but that required time, space, and resources he didn't have. Any witch worth their salt would be astounded by what he carried on his person normally, so for just today he left most of it behind. At least what they would consider "dangerous" and "taboo". Lucius took his silverware out from the folded napkin and began cutting his eggs "I hope this is as good as that sandwich!".

Lucius needed a lead from this whole farce and while Ylva was almost certainly a supernatural, it was far too much of risk to pursue right now. Her strong indifference to the incident and personality made him believe she would be a greater hassle to manipulate than Emelie, though even then he needed to be careful. Lucius had used a similar avatar during the first 'World War' to sabotage some of the supply lines of the Central Powers. It was amusing to see the faces of weathered soldiers as a seemingly young girl dispatched their friends one by one. One must be ready for change and the unexpected in any form in which it might appear.

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