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The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

I assumed that Ridahne would be alight with not talking and going to bed, but if that's not okay I can edit.

The Tree of Astra (LadyAnnaLee and Blackfridayrule)

Darin flopped on to the bed next to her sister and crammed a piece of bread into her mouth. She did swallow before she answered but it was a near miss, “Good. We leave Tasen the day after tomorrow.” She turned on to her side with smile at Ridahne, “I am looking forward to your wedding. I’m imagining something like what we had at The Farm, but let’s skip the fight at the end. I could do without an encore of that, that’s for sure.” She laughed a little before yawning, “We need to talk. I promised you I wouldn’t run and I’ve not been keeping that promise very well these last few days.” She held out a hand for Ridahne to take if she wanted, “I wanted to wait until with left Azurei so I wouldn’t take away any time you might have with Ajoran, but now I’m not sure I can wait that long.” Darin sighed, “Not tonight. I’m tired tonight and I’m cried out and I want to be coherent when we have this talk because it doesn’t really make sense to me anyways. But please, tomorrow or the next day, make sure we talk.”

After receiving Ridahne’s confirmation that they would talk and talk soon Darin drifted off to sleep. She was not visited by The Tree in her dreams which was alarming because Darin had been expecting it. The decision about Harai was a big one. She did wake up with a sense of Rest Well that The Seed-Bearer was sure came from The Tree, but The Tree hadn’t come. Darin could only think of two reasons for this. The first was that The Tree couldn’t come, that It no longer had the strength to come. That thought was enough to make Darin want to crawl back into bed. That meant she was running out of time. The second possible reason was that The Tree had thought Darin didn’t need Its help with Harai. Which was a confident booster, but Darin couldn’t be sure that was the correct reason at all. Honestly, though it made her sick to admit, the first was the most likely.

Darin forced herself to move pas that thought with a shake of her head. First things first, breakfast. Then she would write her letters to Ravi and her mother. Then she needed to deliver her letters to an Eija of Ridahne’s choice to be delivered. Then she needed to tell the Sota-Sol that she stole one of her Eija for letter delivery and asking about resupplying. Then she needed to deal with Harai. In that order. Maybe she would work in talking to Ridahne. Actually, that might be something to do before breakfast. Okay. Talk with Ridahne, breakfast, letters, letter delivery, talk to the Sota-Sol, Harai. In that order. Darin finished retying her hair and looked over to where Ridahne was getting ready for the day. Well, the only way to start the day was to start the day.

She cautiously asked, “Ridhane? Can we … do we have time to talk now? Or do you have things to do for the wedding?”

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Here I was coming to remind people that posts are due on the third only to find all the posts posted. That is super rad! All the posts are amazing! However, I am not going to post a post for The Detective until late on the third. I want to keep to the two week posting schedule at the beginning so it's easier to keep to it later. Still, if you want to post again and maybe get some character interaction going feel free! That would cool to read and do. I hope that all makes sense!

Lots of affection!

LadyAnnaLee!

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Argenti looked at the dead thing at his feet. It had been masquerading as a human. The low-level succubus would have even believed that it was human except for the fact that it had been employed as a high school teacher just so it could prey on younger students. As such it was in all reality one of the worse monsters that Argenti had the pleasure of dealing with. Even in his own head that sounded sarcastic, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It truly been a pleasure to deal with the thing. He had had it in a dark room for almost a week. At first it had begged to be let go. Then after the second day it had started to beg for death. Argenti was not an angel of justice or some other such nonsense. He was a sadistic demon who delighted in tormenting things that deserved it. There was just something so satisfying as breaking every bone in a monster’s body one at a time before slowly skinning it alive inch by bloody inch. IN the end Argent had killed the child rapist not because he was filling merciful, but because he was bored and needed to clean up. On second thought he didn’t want to be late to this meeting. He would have to clean up later and hope the human cops didn’t find it first. Argenti did take the time to wash up in the falling apart sink and change before leaving. He did want to be presentable.

As he was leaving, he heard a whisper, “A work of art, as always Argenti, a practical feast.”

Argenti paused to grin a not nice smile as the shadow that shouldn’t be on the ally wall, “Oliver. Did you gorge yourself on that thing’s pain without my permission?”

The shadow laughed, “Like you care. Al me feasting does is put them in more agony.”

Argenti shrugged, “True enough, but if I still did all the work.”

The shadow melted of the wall to take a more three dimension vaguely humanoid shape, “Fair. You seem to be in a rush. Shall I clean up to pay for my meal?”

Argenti shrugged and his smile was just a tad less menacing, “Fair is fair.”

Oliver laughed, “We should both be on our way then. After all fair is fair.”

With that both demons parted ways, the shadow back into the room to clean up and probably sell the body to some other demon that would eat the flesh. Argenti wasn’t too worried that that Oliver wouldn’t do a decent job. The shadow would probably so a better job than the succubus would. This wasn’t the first time that they had come to an arrangement like this after all. Argenti was well versed in causing pain and that was what Oliver lived off of. Argenti hadn’t realized that Oliver was in The City or he might have called him before starting. It was very likely that Oliver hadn’t been there the whole time. He probably came upon it part way though and hadn’t wanted to be rude enough to interrupt. Argenti trusted Oliver about as much as Oliver trusted him, which was to say very little, but right now it was a mutual arrangement that had a very little chance of one of them ending up dead. So, for now it worked.

Right, right now Argenti needed to get to the place that this meeting was happening. He could step to Inferno and then step back to the hotel in question, but the rumor was that there would be a least one angel there and Argenti wanted to avoid any infighting in this group that The Detective had managed to collect right off the bat. It was a good cause, or at least a cause the succubus could get behind, he didn’t want to sabotage it right away. As such showing off the fact that he was a demon right out the gate was not the best idea, especially since he was a low-level demon at that. He didn’t want any angels to get it into their heads that smiting him was a good idea. So, he hurried though the rain in his dark jeans, green t-shirt, and black rain jacket.

He wasn’t the last one to arrive at the conference room, but he was one of the last. He had been wrong about one angel. He thought at least two of them were angels. There was also what he thought might be a demon of some sort and a witch. Then there was something that didn’t seem like a demon or an angel but did seem impossibly old. Plus, at the head of the table, was The Detective. This was not Argenti’s ideal crowd but there was breakfast. He snagged a donut that he could tell had some sort of red jelly in it covered in glaze that melted under his fingers to sit two seats down from the witch, He did not speak to anyone as he bit into his donut, raspberry it turned out. He wasn’t here to make friends. He was here to hear how this particular group of people were going to help each other deal with the Outcasts. Because they did need to be dealt with.

He did mutter under his breath, “Raspberry. Why couldn’t it be strawberry?”

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Hey! Hey! HEY! Guess what? THE STORY IS LIVE! We made it! How exciting is this!

I know I originally said I would post the first post on Sunday, but my weekend is shaping up to be super busy. Right now I have a slow moment, so I stole time to get this thing start. You'll notice that there's a hider hiding a date. You have to either post once by that date or let me or @Pascal know why you can't. You aren't limited to once, just don't hog the scene. I'm excited to see your first posts! Let's get this started!

Thank you for you hanging in there!

LadyAnnaLee!

PS. I will be posting an Argenti post sometime next weekend.

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The Detective sat at the head of the conference table in the hotel boardroom that they rented specially for this meeting. They had invited seven of the world’s most dangerous individuals to this meeting in a desperate attempt to save both The City and the world. They took another pull of their coffee as they checked the clock. It was only 9 AM. There was still an hour until the meeting at 10. They had wanted to be early. They didn’t know anything about the promptness of the people coming, but figured some would be early, some would-be right-on time, and some would be late. They just hoped none of them killed anybody until after they dealt with the Outcasts.

The Outcasts, pyromaniac Samael who willingly fell until there was no place left to fall, sadistic Eris whose methods upset even the Unseelie Court, and Bob, the timeless perfectionist who believe in absolute complete minimalism. Those were the ones that The Detective knew about. There could be more. They had found a way to block their usually snooping abilities. In fact, the Outcasts had found a way to block and or hinder most of their magic. Did they know what The Detective was, or did they just get lucky? There were no clear answers and in desperation The Detective put up a barrier. Nothing over a certain amount of magical power was getting out of The City. The world was safe from the Outcasts for now, but it meant that they couldn’t do anything more directly. So, in a desperate gamble The Detective had reached out to the Lesser Evils.

They weren’t really a group but there were rumors and whispered about all of them all over the supernatural community. Seven creatures of no particular morals save one that they all shared: the oldest human posing as a CEO that killed to steal a creature’s memories, a thing older than the planet who horded gold like a child horded candy, a succubus that didn’t sleep with anyone and smiled while covered in blood, an proprietor of a magical bed and breakfast that didn’t seem to truly exist, the angel that fell with no regrets and took the defense of Innocents just a step to far, the Egyptian matriarch who’d do anything and everything for family, the witch addicted to social media. Some lived in the city and were easy to get into contact with, a phone call, a message on social media, an in-person visit, a summons, a few even came to them. None of them would hurt Innocents and learning what the Outcasts were was enough to get them to agree. They just hoped it didn’t come back to bite them.

The Detective looked at the clock. There were still 55 minutes. They pushed up from the table to look out the window. The sky was overcast and grey. It wasn’t raining yet, but the forecast said it might. Omens were a thing in certain magical systems and rain at the beginning of an endeavor was rarely a good sign. They shook their head. Now was not the time to be worrying. Their guests would be arriving soon, and they needed to appear put together. They didn’t feel put together and had to resit the urge to fiddle with one of the countless boxes of breakfast pastries or the containers of coffee that cluttered the table. The barrier drained a lot of The Detective’s energy. They wouldn’t be able to help with the Outcasts as much as they would like. At least the enemy wasn’t going anywhere.

They forced themselves to take a deep breath, ”Breathe. Focus. You can do this. They haven’t won yet. They haven’t won yet and never will.”

Posts Due

July 3rd, 2022

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@DawningAurora

Yep! I would love to see what you have to offer! Feel free to post a sheet in the OoC or reach at to me or @Pascal if you have any questions. Thanks for your interest!

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Consent is paramount. Without consent it shouldn’t happen.

Argenti

Name: Argenti, the Lesser Lust

Age: Two Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty Eight Years (2358) give or take a decade

Race: Succubus, from the Latin “to lie under.” As such Argenti prefers to identify as a succubus rather than an incubus. Many have called him an incubus, and he doesn’t mind that, but he is, what do the kids nowadays say, a bottom, so that makes Argenti a succubus.

Appearance: Argenti is just shy of 6 feet at 5 feet 11 inches. He’s fit but not muscular. It’s clear he enjoys things like ice cream and carbs, but it also clear that he works out just enough to burn those calories off. Argenti is on the pretty side of average and seems very androgynous. He’s not turning heads, but he’s not bad to look at either. No one would wake up and regret waking up next to him. Age wise he appears anywhere from 16 to 21. It’s not magic or anything, he just has one of those faces. His dark hair is somewhere between wavy and straight and falls to his shoulders. He usually wears it in a ponytail. Argenti is a jeans and t-shirt type fellow unless he’s crossdressing. When he does cross-dress it’s either just enough to make people wonder if he is a girl or a boy, or he goes full on drag queen and looks amazing doing it. The most shocking thing about him that people cannot seem to forget is his stunning silver eyes.

Personality: Argenti is crazy! There is no other way to say it. He is fanatical about consent and if he finds out someone is ignoring another’s consent, he will start planning violence, the extent of which depends on what type of consent is being ignored. Taking someone’s things without permission usually gets broken bones. Touching without permission means you lose fingers. Sexual activities lead to physical injuries up to and including death. Rapists get killed. Child rapists get tortured and broken and then they get killed. Argenti enjoys these acts of violence and does them all with a dark smile on his face. Bloodlust is probably the appropriate word. On the flip side if you don’t ignore consent, he is perfect friendly to you in a way that is almost but not quite annoying. Argenti is bubbly and cheerful so much it seems almost fake. Then you see him react to consent being ignored and you realize you prefer the bright mask that hides the dark smile. On another note Argenti is asexual homoromantic. He is willing to have sex with his partner if both of them are completely sober, his partner has brought him a significant bribe like expensive chocolate or a new knife set, and it’s an important occasion. He will not top and will only bottom and to Argenti it’s more about indulging his partner than anything he gets out of it.

Background: Given the fact that Argenti is a low level sex demon he was summoned by various mundane magical users to fulfill their sexual fantasies. What he wanted was not considered at all. He did not enjoy having his say ignored at all. Then one day his summoner left a flaw in the containment circle that meant once Argenti had been penetrated Argenti was free to kill him. So, he did. And boy did that open this succubus’s eyes. He was always supposed to be a demon of lust but always hated it. Now he knew the meaning of bloodlust and he liked it. Argenti wanted more.

For a while Argenti just killed anyone he could. He perfected the quick kill and the slow death. In his mind’s eyes humans were all despicable people and all deserved to die. The rush that Argenti got from watching a human breath their last breath was exquisite. Then he was captured by an angel named John. Argenti thought that was the end and fought. But instead of killing him or even torturing him John taught him and showed him the good in people, a boy sharing his last apple with another child, a man defending a woman’s honor, warriors dying to keep people safe. John couldn’t get Argenti to give up the bloodlust, and honestly didn’t want to, he just wanted to aim Argenti in the right direction. The angel asked the demon if he was really mad at humans, or just mad at the ones ignoring his choice.

Once Argenti answered that honestly John showed him the evils of humankind. There were people who thought power and force and money meant they could ignore other people’s will. Argenti thought and his bloodlust went from being all consuming to a sharp blade aimed at people who ignored the choices of others, who ignored consent. John left, his mission complete, and now Argenti travels the world defending those that do their best to give against those who simply take. It’s not as easy as just killing, but knowing the person is heading straight to hell makes it all the sweeter.

Argenti was in the middle of hunting down a child trafficking ring somewhere in Asia when he felt the pull of the summons. He was forced to follow the pull and was about to do his level best to kill person who for some stupid reason didn’t summon him with a containment circle when the person introduced themselves as The Detective. This cause Argenti to pause as they quickly explained the Outcasts. Well, then. Argenti supposed that he could help out, but after words The Detective was helping him find all of the ways to summon him and destroy them.

Skills and Abilities: Argenti is a skilled crossdresser and a fashionable dresser. He is also skilled in free running and parkour. His knife skills are impeccable. On the magical side Argenti can travel to and from the demonic realm and the mundane realm as easy as stepping from one to the next. He uses this to travel across the realms in a blink of an eye. He also has a mild hypnosis ability that he can use to encourage people to follow him. He can’t make them follow him, but he can make it seem like a really good idea. Argenti uses this ability to lure is victims away to somewhere private. He can also judge levels of attraction on physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual levels. He uses this to determine how well consent is being respected. He also possesses what he calls the Gift as John was the one to give him this ability: Argenti can identify rapists on sight. He does not need sleep.

Weakness: Since Argenti likes to be up close and personal with his kills he is a very lousy shot. His hypnosis ability is low and easily broken. Argenti ability to judge attraction levels does not tell him for sure if consent is being followed so he has to use his best guess and he does not always get it right. If he spots a rapist killing them becomes paramount to the point of distraction from the original goal. This is not a side effect of the Gift, it’s psychological. Holy water burns and churches, of any dominations are almost a strict no go. He can and will go into a church to pursue someone he spotted with the Gift, but it’s no fun. Though he is a magical creature he cannot actually use much magic. Argenti also has no demonic form. He always looks human. He does need food. Financially Argenti is almost always broke. Hunting child traffickers take money!

Equipment: A smart phone. An id that says he legal to get into bars and clubs. An id that says he’s underage to trap the worst possible kind of monsters. A flask filled with whiskey that he doesn’t actually drink. A thing of cigarettes he doesn’t actually smoke. A joint he does smoke even though it does nothing for him. An amulet that came from John that has no magical properties whatsoever that is the exact same shade as his eyes that is the reason why John say he picked it up. A sleeve of cookies. A key to who knows what. A pair of cheap shades. Like five bucks in emergency cash. An impressive set of knives kept wicked sharp and in easy reach.

Quips:
• Argenti is ridiculously fond of chocolate
• Argenti is addicted to caffeine but is not a coffee snob. He is one of those people that goes in the coffee shop and orders like 20 shots of espresso and then drinks it all in one long gulp only to be back in two hours with the exact same order. He will tip well so there is that.
• Argenti likes the colors of the dawning. John always said that was his favorite time of day.

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@Dragonfly 9

Yep! Go ahead!

To everyone. We are now short a Sloth. Does anyone know anyone that might be willing to play Sloth or is anyone willing to double up? We can play short if we have to, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

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Hello Everybody!

We sent out PMs to everyone letting them know the acceptance status of their characters! You should have it in your inbox now. If you have any questions about the status of your sheets feel free to reach out to me or @Pascal. I will begin working on a opening post here shortly, but it will not be posted until probably Sunday. Let's do this!