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I will get Al ported today, and possibly get the first post up, depends how productive I feel since I woke up at 3am haha
Okay, one last lore question: are angels/demons/spirits a thing in this universe?

Not really no. There have been several magi folk takes about them, but for the most part they don't exist.
Hmmm... would a storm witch who secretly practices blood magic be acceptable?

Sure. Though the blood magic would have to be rather basic and practiced very carefully. The Dark Shadow may have less than honourable intentions but even they steer clear of blood magic. The Guild... Well, oh don't wanna know what they do.

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Magic. Magi. The arcane arts. Whatever you want to call it, History has been littered with many tales and folklore regarding people gifted with magical prowess. And while many of these tales were just fabrications, some were most certainly true. Throughout history, Mankind has been split into two kinds: Those who possess magical talent, and those who do not.

Back before recorded history, when Mankind started to form the first primitive settlements and villages, the magi and non-magi got along to start with. Both relied on one another to survive. But as the non-magi began to grow in number, and the number of magi remained stagnant. The non-magi started to distrust the magi; the exact reason has been lost to time. What happened next was nothing less than attempted genocide. Over the next hundred or so years, the magi population was dwindled down and down, until eventually only a few scarce remnants remained, all hiding in secret.

In order to protect themselves the magi formed The Guild: a sort of proto-government designed to isolate themselves from the non-magi and ensure enforcement of the Magical Anonymity Mandate. The pact was designed to restrict the use of magic around non-magi, as well as do everything in their power to prevent the non-magi from discovering the existence of magic. The plan worked perfectly, and as time went on people began to forget about what magic was, until it became the first folk story in recorded history.

All was not peaceful in the world of the magi however. While the majority of the magical society was perfectly content with the self imposed isolation, a certain group of people had started to take a different, more radical view. The isolation had made them resent the non-magi. That resentment then turned into hatred and sparked the belief that the magi were far more superior to the non-magi. Eventually these misguided souls banded together and formed Corpus: The society to guide magi to dominate the world. The Guild knew that they couldn’t allow this kind of extremism to gain traction. So, the only option left to The Guild was to root these heretics out. The result was actually full scale war.

The war dragged on for almost a decade. Many lives were lost and friendships destroyed. It almost seemed as if the whole of Magi kind was on the brink of extinction. However, The Guild were able to pull themselves together under the leadership of Sawa Laur De Silva. With Corpus no longer terrorising the fragile state of Magi kind, The Guild grew stronger, eventually crowning Sawa as the first leader of The Guild. Over the next thousand years The Guild continued to enforce the Magical Anonymity Mandate.

As time moved on, four powerful lineages began to rise: De Silva, Leighton, Rushika, Louis. These four powerful families vied for power, each one rising to the top position, only to be toppled centuries later. By the 19th century however, the De Silva family had managed to solidify their position and since then, have single-handedly ran the Guild, creating in the process the single most powerful bloodline ever known. Our story takes place in 2016, where trouble has been brewing for the past few years and the world of the magi is in trouble once again.

Scholars have tried over and over again throughout the ages to pinpoint the exact reason or trait that makes the magi the way they are. There were investigations into many theory: were magi born under a certain star? (always a popular one), was it their physicality?, maybe it was because of some water they drank?

Regardless of whatever theory you want to believe the reasons and origins of magic have been lost. The only unifying symbol of Magi is the tattoo-like birthmark that they are each born with. The word birthmark is kind of a con however as a baby isn't born with this birthmark, it develops. Every birthmark starts as a small star shaped freckle which appears at birth. As they grow up and become stronger, the tattoo starts to form growing, expanding and becoming clearer, until their sixteenth birthday where it will be fully formed.

As for the types of magic that is another difficult subject. There have been many attempts to try and classify the fields of magic over history. Below is the most recent and widely accepted attempt:

Elemental: Your classical wind, fire, water etc magic. One of the most common fields and also the easiest to learn. Don't mistake that for being weak however, a large number of Guild leaders have been elementals. As for the types of elements… Let's just say the debate is still open on that one.

Example Classes: Pyromage, Hydromage, Aerotheurgist, Stormmage

Physical: A most bizarre field of magic. Physical magic is split into melee and ranged types. Melee physical users tend to be able to add extra kinetic energy to their punches, while ranged fighters can throw balls of energy capable of knocking people back. A very useful non lethal form of magic. Of course it can be lethal if the user intends it to be. As they grow, they also tend to be able to create physical shields of varying types to protect people from harm.

Example Classes: Warrior Mage, Kineticist, Shieldmage.

Deception: Remember when you thought someone was watching you, but you turn around to find no one there? Odds are there was someone there and you have fallen prey to deception magic. While not usually lethal in itself, deception magi excel at finding other ways to get people to hurt themselves. Afterall, why bloody up your expensive $1000 dress when you can just get your victim to kill themselves for you?

Example Classes: Shadowmage, Shrieker, Illusionist.

Manipulation: There has been a long debate over the existence of manipulation magic. And to some extent there still is. Manipulation magic is a hybrid of both deception and physical magics and most commonly manifests itself as telekinesis. The argument has always been around whether telekinesis was physical or deception. So it ended up getting its own place. Though more has been added over time to give it a more concrete basis.

Example Classes: Telekinetic, Windbreaker, Atomist.

The Forbidden Magics: Just as it says in the title this class hides all the magics that the world should not know. Most have been lost to time and very few people actually know how to cast anything remotely to do with forbidden arts. They are forbidden for a reason.

Example Classes: Necromancer, Chronomage, Bloodmage.

Today, The Guild has evolved into a global law enforcement group. The Guild is split up into several operational areas: The Americas, Europe, Africa etc and each area has its own leader, HQ and the like. For the most part these branches are autonomous, however one of the operational leaders is known as the Primus Magi and has the say over everything and anything in the magical world. Since the early 19th Century the Primus Magi has always been from the De Silva family. This has in turn created a powerful bloodline and now some people have resorted to changing the leadership title to Demi-God. And in some respects they aren't wrong.

Each of the region leaders are responsible for enforcing the will of the Primus Magi as well as keeping conformity to the Magical Anonymity Mandate. How they do so is generally upto them. Once every year all the leaders meet up at HQ for a big meeting, to talk and discuss issues in the realm of the magi. They also convene whenever it is time to crown a new Primus Magi.

The Guilds current HQ region is The Americas, moved from Europe in 1939 for obvious reasons. Since then it has been based out of New York in a deep underground campus. The current leader is Salem De Silva. Though more on her shortly.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Salem, daughter of the leader of The Guild. The law of The Guild had a bizarre inheritance rule where females inherited first, mostly because magic sewed to be stronger in females. Because of this, Salem was being groomed to become the Primus Magi after her father retired.

During her time in high school, Salem started to become friends with Aloysius Leighton, the young heir to the Leighton lineage who just so happened to be in the same year as Salem. Over time, these two ended up become something rival/couple. They would train in secret, though that training usually ended up in full scale fighting. Not that either of them minded. But it seemed that with connected power and punch, the pair grew closer together.

At age sixteen Aloysius intended to take The Guild entrance exam and join up. This wasn’t unusual, afterall it was expected that all of the great families heirs would be enlisted into The Guild. It was around this time however that Salem’s father had finally discovered the little romance between Salem and Aloysius. He was rightfully pretty angry at this. In the past, it was common for males to marry females from other families, produce a child and then use that child to take over and switch the lineage. While this had not happened in a long time, Salem’s father didn’t want to take the risk.

At the same time, the peace had to be kept, so killing Aloysius was off the table. Instead it was decided to reject his application to The Guild on ‘Mental Stability’ grounds and forbade Salem to see Aloysius again. Naturally this angered Aloysius mother and Aloysius himself became quite depressed, though it was more heartbreak than depression. Aloysius’s mother on the other hand could see what was going on. Trying to wiggle the Leighton name out of the spotlight, and she was having none of it. She was far too old, and unskilled for that matter, to be able to do something. That didn’t mean that Aloysius couldn’t though.

So, His mother pulled him out of school and began to ‘convince’ him to rise up against the De Silva’s and take power back for the Leighton lineage. From this moment on the Dark Shadow was born with Aloysius as its leader.

For the first couple of years, the Dark Shadow did nothing special. It never outright attacked The Guild and for the most part, both sides left each other alone. Aloysius was busy building the Dark Shadow up, trying to find members who were sympathetic of his cause. Meanwhile back at The Guild Salem was starting to consolidate and create her own power. While it would still be a few good years, if not longer for her father to retire, it was always good to start building your power ready for when ascension came.

There was one issue however: Salem wanted the second in command position, It was kind of a unspoken rule that the heir became second in command when they were of age. The current second; Rebecca Touson, refused to give up her place. She had fought hard to get where she was and she wasn’t about to give it up to some blue haired princess. Salem was very resourceful on the other hand, and she devised a plan that allowed her to take the seat from right under Rebecca’s nose. Speaking to her father, Salem managed to convince him to send Rebecca on a infiltration mission to the Dark Shadow. With Rebecca out of the picture, Salem could take her rightful place and all was good.

Except it wasn’t. Rebecca found out that it was Salem who had told her father to send her on this mission; to infiltrate the Dark Shadow, seduce Aloysius and get him to give up, or kill him, whichever was easier. Rebecca did her job, she managed to infiltrate, work her way up to second in command and then seduce Aloysius. That was where Rebecca put her own plan in motion. She convinced Aloysius to attack The Guild and kill Salem and her father. Her plan worked, and a week later Aloysius and the Dark Shadow launched an attack on The Guild Headquarters.

The attack was a mixed blessing. Aloysius was able to defeat Salem’s father but, Salem arrived and was on the warpath, and it looked like she was about to kill Aloysius during the retreat. Salem had managed to find out through some spies in the Dark Shadow that Rebecca was the one behind the attack plan. So during the chaos of Aloysius’s retreat order, Salem aimed her powers at Rebecca and not Aloysius, murdering her on the spot. From Aloysius’s point of view, it looked like the woman he loved died to save him.

This upset at the loss of another person he loved (Salem from her father and Rebecca from murder) caused Aloysius to deep underground and grieve. He believed that he was a cursed man and that he deserved nobody. Meanwhile, Salem had been confirmed into power and had started Operation: Retribution, an all out assault on every Dark Shadow hideout they could find. This eventually led to the Salem Witch Trials (More Here) and ultimately the destruction of the Dark Shadow. At the age of twenty two Salem had become the most successful Guild Leader in modern history, being both the youngest leader ever as well as crushing a major insurrection.

It has been several years since the fall of the Dark Shadow. Aloysius resurfaced just over a year ago and has been quietly trying to rebuild his organisation. Salem on the other hand is closely keeping an eye on the situation while trying to keep the peace within the Guild and with the Magi. Some say a second war is brewing but no one can be certain.

This is where you come in. Who will you be and where will you allegiances lie?

Hopefully you have made it this far, and if you have, great! Thank you. I hope you are interested in this RP. This universe has been a labour of love that i have been working on for the past 8 years on and off. Several times I have tried to use this concept and never truly worked out, something was always wrong. However this version (and the one previous) is the best iteration yet, so i encourage to come join in.

But first some housekeeping:
IC Rules
  • RP 101: No Godmodding. Simples. Shouldn’t have to repeat that one again.
  • Feel free to jump in and out with Posts. However please don’t start posting an entire pages worth of posts one after the other. If you are going to be having a long, quick flowing convo, Take it a Collab.
  • Ontop of this, please try to allow everyone else to post before you post again. This isn’t a strict rule so much as a guideline.
    Post length is minimum two paragraphs. Again, not a strict rule so don’t worry about it. If you are getting stuck you can always come and ask for help. I don’t bite. ( Ask @HaleyTheRandom & @SouffleGirl123 )
  • Post frequency is currently set at two weeks. We all have lives. If we speed up we speed up, but preferably I don’t wanna slow down any more than that.
  • There will be battles. There will be violence. People will die. If death comes for your character, take it in your stride. Death scenes can be one of those defining moments in the RP that takes a 'A' RP to a 'AAA' RP. You are more than welcome to make another character and jump right in again.

OOC Rules
  • Don’t be a dick. That’s it really. Keep drama at the door and all will be good. I won’t be held accountable to what happens to people who break this rule.
  • In the event of me sleeping, or just not being around, @HaleyTheRandom & @SouffleGirl123 are in charge, whichever one of them gets to you first.


The Guild
Leader: @HaleyTheRandom - Salem Adelaide de Silva
Second in Command: [Vacant]
Lieutenant: [Vacant]
Captains: [Vacant],[Vacant]
Members: [Vacant],[Vacant],[Vacant]
Recruits: [Vacant],[Vacant]

Dark Shadow
Leader: @jakeb1993 - Aloysius Leighton
Second in Command: @PureHeroine - Lana Arlene Ryder
Lieutenant: @Cerces22 - Circe Masers
Captains: @SouffleGirl123 - Emily Waring | @HaleyTheRandom - Tiberius Nero Delamar
Members: [Vacant], [Vacant], [Vacant]
Recruits: @mmarage - Joseph Freiheit, [Vacant]

Character Sheet - Feel free to customise etc.
[h1][b][color=000000]Full Name Here[/color][/b][/h1]
Character Image Here
[/hr][i][color=000000]Character Quote[/color][/i][/hr]

[b]Alignment: (Either Guild or Dark Shadow)[/b]
[b]Rank within Organisation: (So from top to bottom: Leader, Second in Command, Lieutenant, Captain, Member, Recruit)[/b]

[b]Birthmark Shape (You can use an image if you don't want to describe it)[/b]
[b]Location of Birthmark[/b]
[b]Magical Abilities (Please don't go overboard here, most people have one, maybe two. Only The Guild Leader can have more)[/b]

[b]Place of Birth:[/b]
[b]Currently Residing:[/b]

[b]Relationship (Bold as needed):[/b]Best Friends - Good Friends - Friends - Well known - Warm - Acquaintances - Unknown - Cold - Dislikes - Hates - Enemies - Rival - Nemesis
[b]Characters opinion of them: (Why do they feel the way that they do)[/b]
@Bartimaeus okay, they are approved, you can move them across.

I am trying to work out who I am missing posts for this cycle. I now Sammi has one and I need to post Alana
Taylor Carson

Taylor carried on observing what was happening around him. It seemed as if everything was going smoothly. He caught something going onto between Aubree and some male. His eyes didn’t catch everything that happened. He stood up from his seat, taking a second glance across the room he noticed that Dakota had decided to bless them the room with her presence.

God Dakota. Why did she have to arrive? It wasn’t that Taylor hated her, but everyone knew that when Dakota and her friends were around, drama was soon to follow. Everyone but a select handful were ever seen with her, and everyone else was simply beneath her. Taylor knew he would have to keep a wide berth from her.

But then again. He would never speak to Dakota again. After tonight they would be lucky to bump into each other in town. So why not talk? Taylor waltzed over towards Dakota, looking over at the twins as he did, trying to make sure that they didn’t notice him. Afterall he didn’t want to get caught by everyone else and then left locked out of every single group.

Reaching Dakota, Taylor gave out a nervous smile. Clearly he was new to this. ”So what brought you here then?” He asked, his voice maybe slightly more sarcastic than he was actually trying to imply. He meant no ill will by it. ”I mean, none of your friends are going to turn up. I was surprised you came at all.”
Okay, Ima post something today to try and get everything moving again as we seem to have stalled
Aloysius, Emily & Lana

A collab between @jakeb1993, @SouffleGirl123 & @PureHeroine
Location: Dark Shadow HQ.
Date: 4th August 2017
Time: 9:00AM

Emily awoke later than most mornings she spent in another man’s bed but this was a different case entirely. It’s one thing to skip out on an awkward ‘next morning’ scenario and to get away with taking stuff with some stranger she’ll never see again than with the man who was essentially her boss. On top of that, Emily was in pain. Serious pain as the strain and bruises (particularly those around her throat and on her knuckles) was taking its toll between having time to set in and the lack of alcohol content to ease it. Emily shifted slightly, expelling a painful groan.

Aloysius usually woke up quite early. However a combination of lack of sleep from the two previous nights, had forced him to sleep in. Having Emily and her warm body so close was also a large contributing factor. He ended up waking up around the same time as Emily, awake enough to here her groans in pain. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her neck softly, trying to ease her pain. ”You feeling ok?”

Emily shuttered slightly as Aloysius wrapped his arms around her. No, this wasn't meant to happen. It was a night not a morning but still aching like crazy and finding more comfort than she’d be willing to admit she did none to stop it. ”The lil bitch really pulled a number on me,” she groaned. ”One of the many advantages of being drunk is its ability to numb the pain,”

”Did you have fun though?” Aloysius asked as he cuddled close to her. ”I know that I enjoyed last night. Even if you know… you were very rough” He would chuckle and pull her in closer to him. ”Even if you did almost give me that neck bruise on my own neck”

Emily relaxed in his arms for the time being, it was a temporary place of warmth and comfort but if he were expecting it to go past this moment he’d be out of luck. He wasn't expecting that, right? That was the major difference between her at Ty, she could never commit. ”I did warn you,” she replies in a hushed tone, ”When it comes to the bedroom I always take charge... and I like to play rough.”

”I gathered. This was nice… Rough… but nice. We should do it again at some point in the future. Nothing committed like, just casual” God he had missed this. He had missed waking up next to Ty in the morning and teasing him about his hair, or making him giggle by kissing his body. ”I mean, only if you can’t get a guy for the night”

Emily turns in his arms to face Al, shifting back a bit. Was he really trying to make this a thing? ”Are you trying to replace me with Ty?” she asks. She wasn't sure what to say to such an offer. She kept it to a one time basis, even ‘casual’ translated to a form of commitment for her but, in saying that, she kind of liked the idea of having somewhere to get her fill if things go awry. She was stumped, to say the least.

”Honestly?....” Right now Aloysius was too comfortable to really lie. ”Sort of I guess. Me and him had a very casual, sex whenever you like arrangement. It was really good. And we were free to see other people” He would then look at Emily’s eyes before going down to her neck and eyeing her bruise. ”Did you get the name of the woman that hurt you? You plan on fighting her again?” He asked her.

Emily was stumped, completely unsure what to think of all this ”Let’s… let’s just see what happens…” she replies. At his next question Emily sighs. “Her name? No… I never caught that actually. I guess if I see her again I might? We’ll have to see what comes. I not gonna stop bar hopping though,” she replies

”You know, I could just build a bar here. You would never have to leave this place again. No fights, just lots of drinks” He would smile ”Next time you fight, how about you record it so I can watch?”

”What’s the fun in that?” she asks, looking him in the eyes, ”No randoms to screw and I enjoy the bar fights anyway. Besides, I could make a bar out of my jacket pockets if I really wanted to. Why does this even mean anything to you?”. What was Al’s deal anyway? Was he really trying to commit her? At the next question she chuckles, “I’ll see what I can do,”

”I don't know. I am just lost. I guess. Ty was amazing. I will miss our nights together. I guess I am trying to rebound slightly. Sorry for using you” Aloysius confessed aloud. ”It was amazing though. Maybe we should get up?”

Emily shrugs “That’s the state half of the drunken bastards I sleep with are in. They’re just people I’ll never see again… or not my boss for that matter. It was good though I’m not sure about amazing,” she teases in a way she was hoping would leave him wondering how serious she was. She loved playing mind games with people, kept them guessing. ”Getting up is probably a good idea,” she then muses.

On the way to the door Emily slipped on Al’s shirts lying on the ground, making a mental note to return it later. She then slipped out of Aloysius’ room, closing the door behind her.

Lana had received a text earlier from Aloysius to meet him at headquarters, the message didn't say what it was about or what time she needed to be there by, just that she needed to be there as soon as possible. So there she was, making her way to HQ. She wasn't particularly happy about it, since it was her day off and she had better things she could be doing with her time, but she didn't have a choice.

When she got there she was expecting to see Al waiting in the meeting room, but he was nowhere in sight. Lana made her way around the building, going from room to room looking for him. Finally she found herself on the top floor, where his bed room was located. It was the last place she had yet to look. Just as she was heading there the door open and out slipped Emily.

The first thing she noticed about the red head was the bruises, specifically the rather nasty ones around her neck. "Holy shit Emily, what happened to you? Who did this?" She asked, genuine concern and panic lacing her voice. That's when she noticed something else about Emily's appearance; she was wearing one of Aloysius' shirts. It was then that she realized she had just seen the woman slipping out of his room.

Then all sense went out the window. Lana was furious. Naturally she assumed it was Al who had hurt Em, given where they were and the fact that not two days ago he had made an attempt to kill her. Without a second thought, Lana went marching right up to Al's bedroom door and hit it with a blast, sending it flying off its hinges and into the opposite wall, where it would then break into several pieces upon impact.

"You disgusting, loathsome piece of shit! How fucking dare you lay a hand on her?! Was trying to kill her once not good enough for you?!" These and many more obscenities came flowing from her mouth as she stormed her way across the room to where Al was and landed one of her infamous telekinetic punches across his face.

Aloysius was caught off guard by the sudden decimating of his bedroom door. He had only just gotten half dressed, his shirt the last thing to put on. Shock was his main emotion. ”Lana!?” He said with surprise, but he didn’t have time to say anything else. Lana stormed up to him and threw a punch at midair. His eye widened as remembered what that move was. Without warning, he felt a force smack into his face, sending him flying across the room and into the far wall with a crash, eliciting a large yelp of pain as he did.
”What...what the hell!?”

Emily was left just as clueless as Al as Lana went from just neutrally looking over Emily to blast open the door and racing into the room, fists flying. ”Wait… what?” was all Emily could utter, unable to move but just watch from the doorway as Lana starts ripping the man a new one.

"Don't play innocent with me you son of a bitch!" Lana sent another one of her punches to his gut, before stepping aside, lifting him into the air, and throwing him out the now doorless doorway. Out of which she would soon follow. Al would have landed right by Emily's feet. Lana would then walk over and physically grab him by the hair and yank him to his feet, holding his head up so he could see Emily in all her bruised and battered glory. "You think shit like this is okay?! Then let's see how you like it!" This time she would hit him with a kick to the abdomen, with the same technique as her first two punches.

Aloysius was still clueless as to what was going on right now. Lana had stormed in and had laid down so much hurt in a short amount of time he was practically stunned. Before he could even attempt to get up Lana smashed a attack into his gut, winding him and causing him to cough heavily. ”Fu….ck….Stop” It was too late, Lana had lifted him off the ground and threw with enough force to send him out of the room and landing at Emily’s feet. ”Emily…..tell….her He called out, only to be lifted up by his hair, letting out a small whimper of pain. More heavy coughs followed after the kick to the abdomen hit, causing his body to buck heavily and recoil.

Soon enough Aloysius was thrown at Emily’s feet and she took a small step back, still trying to process what was going on. It wasn't until Lana was holding the man up to Emily she caught wind of it. Aloysius prodded Emily to tell her but the time Emily took trying to process everything the man was thrown to the ground. ”Lana, calm down!” she yells, more to make sure it got through to her then of anger, ”He didn't do anything to me! I got into a bar fight last night, lil bitch who I fought got me good, that’s all,” she explains, trying to keep her eyes on Lana other than the poor man being flung around the room.

Lana was preparing to beat Aloysius down even more when suddenly Emily yelled out to her to calm down, which immediately caught her attention. She was still firmly holding Al by the hair as she looked over at the red head. She didn't want him trying to scamper off like a coward while she was distracted. That is, until she heard Em explain that she was wrong, that it wasn't Al who had hurt her, and that the bruises were a result of a bar fight.

She wasn't immediately convinced though, and suspected Emily might just be covering for him, until she realized that wasn't in her nature at all. Even so, it would take a while for the anger to simmer down enough for her finally release her grip on him. "Then why the hell were you...Oh...shit." It's like a switch had suddenly been flicked in her head, and everything was making sense. She glanced down to the partially beaten man on the ground for a second, and there was a small glimmer of guilt in her eyes.

"Wait, you and Al? Seriously? I didn't think you would ever be that desperate, Em." Lana scoffed as she turned her gaze back to the redhead, any sense of guilt or remorse she had been feeling completely gone.

Emily started off with shrugging in response, ”I’ve done worse,” she replied. Was that true? Likely not if she really thought about it, she’s never really had a boss to do before this anyway but despite that fact Emily wondered if it were really that bad. ”Besides, he’s having trouble getting over Ty and Salem. I had services to offer to help him out so I did. No biggie. He actually meet up with Salem the other night. Wait, yeah, last night he even told me he kissed her, which is like the worse time to tell a woman that. Luckily for him, unlike most women, I couldn't really give a shit about that but it was Salem,” she rambles. She showed no remorse for what happened that night, it’s what she did and Aloysius was a perfectly fine candidate.

Lana's rage was bubbling up at just the mention of Salem's name, but the fact that Aloysius had met with her and even kissed her, was more than enough to flick that switch in her mind once again. "Fraternizing with the enemy now?! And this, not even a week after Ty is gone?! And you had the nerve to accuse me of trying to replace him?! Yet here you are, jumping from one person to the next, as if he meant nothing to you!"

From her hand Lana would produce a telekinetic whip, constructed from her psychic energy. A new skill she had picked up after the power boost from the auction, and something neither of them would have witnessed her use before. The weapon would be confusing to look at. The outline was visible but the center was completely transparent, as though it was there but it wasn’t. Al wouldn't get much of a chance to look at it though, before she hit him across the chest with it several times.

Just like her punches and kicks, her whip would have a knock back effect, depending on how hard she hit with it. The first few hits were mild lashings, but the final blow would have enough force to send him flying across the room into another wall. "You are a pathetic excuse for a leader!"

”It isn’t like that!” Aloysius managed to splash out before getting hit in the chest by something he couldn’t quite see. He could sense it. Really sense it. But alas, whatever it was evaded him. It didn’t really matter as the strikes continued, breaking the skin and leaving some nasty gashes. To make it worse, the strikes were knocking him backwards, and the final strike sent him right back into another wall, causing him to slump down again. His back felt like it was breaking, pain pulsating down his spine as it started to stiffen. Lying there Aloysius began to breath heavy, his rather fragile body struggling to cope with onslaught heading his way. ”We met to discuss Rebecca and Circe”

Lana diffused the whip, she was done with that for now. Instead she picked Al up and pinned him to the wall, applying pressure around his throat, just enough to restrict his breathing a little. "You went there without anyone else's knowledge, not even mine! I'm meant to be your second in command for fucks sake, we are meant to trust each other! What if it had been a trap?! How can you be that fucking stupid Al?! And what the fuck does Circe have to do with any of this?! What, you're ratting out your own people now?! Don't forget you're the one who sent that psycho out in the first place! You know what she's capable of, so whatever she did, is on you!"

She would eventually close the distance between them, getting close enough that their faces were just inches apart. In her hand she constructed a telekinetic blade, and ran said blade from his temple down the side of his face to his jaw, applying enough pressure to just split the skin. "You need to get your shit together Al, start acting like a leader again. Or soon enough you'll find there will be no one left to follow you. And if I ever find out you've gone behind our backs and met with that blue haired bitch again, I'll cut you up so bad, not even your own mother would recognize you. Do I make myself clear?"

As Lana pulled the blade down the side of his face, he could feel a warm, burning sensation following the blade. ”I knew it wasn't a trap… I called the meeting… I asked to meet her Ok. But I get it ok. No more meetings with her. It won't happen again” Al would try and breath and struggled to draw any sort of meaningful breath.

Emily didn't know what to make of any of this, or how to react. She just stood in the doorway, which Lana handing Al’s ass to him. If she were a reasonable person Emily could have told Lana to stop but Emily wasn't all that reasonable, nor did she might seeing Al getting beaten to pulp by his second in command. Eventually Lana dragged the blade along Al’s face and left him in a much worse state than before. She walked over to Lana and put her hand on Lana’s shoulder. ”As much as I’m loving seeing Al beaten worse than last night it might be time to leave him. Or not, if you want to knock him out go for it but I think your moral compass isn’t as corrupt as mine,” Honestly, Emily didn't care too much what outcome Lana decided in this but she did pity Al a bit.

"Good." Lana would release the pressure from Aloysius neck and remove the force that was holding him to the wall, the blade in her hand would also disappear. Seeing as Al was no longer strong enough to hold himself up, she would have to kneel down in front of him to say what she wanted to say next, which is something she wanted only him to hear. Before she said anything, however, she would use her hand to cup his chin and hold his face up so she could look into his eyes. Then she spoke to him in what was quite possibly the calmest tone she had that whole morning.

"This might surprise you Al, but there was a time I actually respected you. Maybe even liked you. Maybe even cared for you. Now all I get is a feeling of disgust whenever I see your face. You're pathetic. But you never know, if you truly try hard enough, you might win my respect back at least." With that she let go of his chin, letting his face drop again, before finally standing up to her full height.

By that time Emily had walked over to join them, suggesting that perhaps Lana leave him as he was, but also letting her know she wouldn't stop her if she pressed on. The green haired women considered it for a moment, but then shook her head. "No, I think Aloysius has learned his lesson." She replied, her eyes harsh as she glared down at him and her tone cold and condescending. "Bet you're wishing you never called me in for a meeting now, hm? It was a good talk at least. Hopefully we won't have to revisit this conversation again though. Because next time, I won't be so nice." With those final words, Lana turned and walked away.

Emily was still rather stunned, with all of this. Her hand brushed the bruise on her throat. Although it was ill-advised Emily had never really had anyone look out for her, not like that. She concluded the woman was a friend now and before long Lana had stormed off. Emily looked at the bruised and bloodied body of her boss and overnight lover. She tugged off the shirt he gave her and tossed it at him. ”Clean yourself up, you look like shit,” she instructs before turning and, unashamedly, walking through the Dark Shadows headquarters and back to her room in just her bra and crumpled jeans.
@Dirty Pretty Lies That is a massive shame and I am really sorry to see you go :(

@Everyone else. How are we coming along with the next set of posts?
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