Lord Wraith

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

_{There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true...
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_{Location Tír na nÓg - Milk Street}

Post #2.26: Half-Pint

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| _{Interacting with @Junkmail & @SepticGentleman}

Turning away in a huff, Ellara rolled her eyes as she stormed towards the bar before gathering the appropriate ingredients and glassware required to make the pair their drinks. Slamming the heavy wooden doors behind the bar, Ellara angrily tossed ice into the glasses as she cracked open a bottle and began to sloppily pour it into several shooters. She felt angry for no reason other than being in the presence of that woman again, as though she had known her for years and it was a feeling she couldn’t seem to get a grip on.

It was a feeling of irrational hatred that Ellara felt towards her that had seemed to manifest from absolutely nowhere. It was as though there was a voice in the back of her head, one constantly telling Ellara that this other woman, this Hexenblut, would be her downfall. She felt as though the woman had somehow become her arch nemesis, a natural enemy sworn to do battle with her until the end of time.

And it scared her.

Like most people, the Jager are not without our own prejudice, my only regret is that I was never able to explain them to you, Half-Pint.

Ellara suddenly froze, nearly dropping the drinks in her hands as her father’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Normally reliving the memory of her father wasn’t a shocking experience for Ellara, except that her father had never said that to her, not while he had been alive at least.

“Daddy?” She whispered looking around but there were no familiar faces in the bar, let alone the one she was so desperately searching for. Ellara couldn’t help but feel as though she was very quickly going mad, between the things she had been seeing for the past few months, to her Uncle trying to kidnap her and followed by her father’s voice haunting her from beyond the grave, Ellara was well overdue for a mental meltdown.

What we are is both a blessing and a curse,welcome to the Path, Half-Pint.

Looking around again, Ellara shook her head as she ignored the voice, instead putting her focus at the task at hand as she made her way back across the Nog’s busy floor. Placing the tray of drinks down, on the table, Ellara look towards the pair as she smirked.

“Hope Jägerbombs are alright. ‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ making you two anything else until I get some answers.” Ellara stated as she pulled out a car, turning it around before taking a seat as she straddled the back of it.

“Firstly, what the hell are the two of you up to? You’re here for a reason, hell I’d wager the pair of you aren’t even from Santa fuckin’ Celia, you don’t have the smell on you and your certainly don’t have the look or damn attitude.” Ellara asked eyeing the pair suspiciously before continuing with her next question.

“Secondly, what the fuck is a Hexenblut and why am I the only one who can see your creepy as fuck face?” She continued as Kayla’s empty sockets turned to look at her, even void of eyebrows her face plainly showed her annoyance.

“I deserve some fuckin’ answers, you two know a hell of a lot more than you’re letting on, after all you fuckin’ called me, Jäger first.”

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

_{You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...}

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H A R D C A M E T H E R A I N

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Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Clear Skies
Interaction(s): @Silver Carrot

This girl had no clue, she didn’t recognize any of them. Vinnie could hardly contain his glee as he eagerly snatched the receipt from the girl before leaning over the counter again.

“I thought you was real cute, figured maybe you’d like to do something when you’re not working. Get to know each other a little better.” Vinnie stated as he stifled a chuckle. “Let me start, my name is Vinnie.” He said extending a hand before a sudden cough caused him to turn his head back towards the group he had entered with.

“Ah, damn.” He muttered before looking up at Natalie again. “Give me a minute there, dollface, I’ll be right back.”

Excusing him, Vinnie walked back over to Monty who proceeded to quickly cuff the back of the younger man’s head.

“Idiot!” Monty scolded. “Don’t you think we’re jumping the gun a little?”

“Isn’t that what we came here to do?”

“Yeah,” Monty began, “Except without you trying to bang her!”

“I’m just being friendly!”

“You’re being fuckin’ creepy.” Bianca chimed in as Vinnie staggered back in mock hurt.

“I’m just warming her up, you’ll see, soon she’ll be putty in my hands.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Look,” Monty interjected. “We need to focus.” He stated as the group turned to listen. “You four, go around back, hang out by the staff entrance and get ready. Don’t make a fuckin’ scene though, be inconspicuous.”

“Inconwhat?”
“Just act casual.” Monty ordered as the gangbangers nodded, standing there before Monty spoke again. “Well fuckin’ go!”

“You!” He turned and look at Bianca, “Go park the car ‘round back, pop the trunk and have it ready.”

“What about me, Monty?” Vinnie asked as Monty turned back to the young man.

“Just go get your fuckin’ food.” He muttered, “But don’t creep her out!” He added as Vinnie began to walk back towards the counter, his receipt held proudly in front of him.

“And save me a fuckin’ frickle!”

Smiling eagerly towards Natalie, Vinny approached the counter again as he leaned over it, ignoring the customer as he looked up at her again.

“Any chance you can sneak out like five minutes early,” He glanced up, looking at her name badge. “Natalie?”

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

<Snipped quote by DocRock>

Sounds bad!

@JunkMail

The Meme Machine has returned.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Since I spoke with Junk(and by extension yourself Lord Wraith) over Discord, I should have the edits to my next draft hopefully done in the next hour or two. Just got home from a NASA press conference, so yeah. Fun times.

@DocRock

Sounds good!

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Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Everly Srisati and Nicole Hanson with Riley Sheridan

^{A Collaborative Post with @chukklehed and @Dusksong}

_{Location Outside the Woven Roast - Valley Edge, Santa Celia}

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"Busy enough to keep the store open," Nicole replied to Riley, a small grin crossing her face as she spoke.

"Most of what I sell people consider luxuries though, and with the city the way it's been..." Riley lifted his head to look at the girl as her voice trailed off, nodding his own head as turned the laptop screen towards her.

“Oh, trust me, I know what the city’s been like.” Riley replied as he motioned towards the screen beside him. “I used to work for the city’s police department, specifically forensics until I got too close to the truth, the real truth.” He continued, the images on the screen depicted the recent string of murders along with what scans he had managed to retain from the book before it had been stolen.

“There are forces at work in this city that are being covered up daily by our elected leaders and those sworn to protect the streets.” Riley explained before pausing as he looked at Nicole.

“Heh, Sorry,” He muttered quickly, “I sometimes forget that not everyone is used to the more gruesome side of life.” He apologized before scrolling down to his notes.

“Anyways, not to bore you but I’ve been looking into the possibility that maybe these murders aren’t the work of a human-” His voice trailed off as another woman suddenly entered the coffee shop. Her head turned in their direction, as she addressed Nicole while Riley quietly buried his face back in his computer. As she finished her order, he heard the woman address him specifically as he looked up again.

“And feel free to continue your conversation. I’ll probably head out soon.”

“Oh,” Riley replied as he turned his head to respond. “Don’t rush on my account, this isn’t private or anything like that. Just ranting about the city and how it seems to sit on a Hellmouth some days.” He said with a short laugh.

“Right.” Everly paused. “Well, I’m Everly. Nice to meet you… ”

“Riley,” The male responded, “Riley Sheridan.”

“Riley. So, what about the city in particular were you two talking about?” Everly had her own thoughts about what those particulars might be, but she never had much to complain about in her daylight hours. Schoolwork and mundane things, perhaps, and she hoped that would be enough to carry her through this conversation. Usually, her time at the Woven Roast had been given to either studying or hearing out Nicole.

“Just how there’s an awful lot of things that happen in this city that shouldn’t be able to be explained by mundane logic. For example,” He paused, turning his laptop towards Everly, pausing slightly,

“I hope you’re not too squeamish,” Riley warned with a small grin before scrolling the page back up.

“This recent spree of murders, the police are adamant that they’re looking for a person. But these bodies had their throats ripped out, then were drained of blood.” Riley stated as he reached into his bag producing a folder of copied documents. “The autopsy however was forged to say the throats were slashed, the exsanguination left completely out of the official reports.”

Coming around the counter with Everly’s drink in hand, Nicole clicked her tongue. ”I can’t say I know a lot about running a city, but I’ve seen one or two strange happenings around myself. Nothing like that, though.” She placed the insulated cup down near the other girl, then turned to walk back to the counter.

”You’re welcome to stay in as long as you want, but I’m afraid I won’t be great company today. I have a couple of special orders I need to finish up.” Picking up the belt again, she resumed the process of trying to convince it to keep its shape without making the entire piece rigid. It needed to prefer one form strongly enough that it would hold up a set of pants, without constricting too tightly if something solid pushed against it.

“That’s alright. Don’t stop on my account,” Everly said, thanking Nicole for the coffee before turning back to the documents Riley had handed her. So he was a reporter, or someone involved in law enforcement in some way. Either one spelled bad news for her, but thankfully Riley seemed to be focused on blood rather than currency.

“Sounds like someone wants to keep it under wraps.” Everly shuffled the papers, handing them back. “So, what are you planning on doing about it?”

“Nothing until I can prove anything,” Riley respond, “But to do that I’m going to need to find my book, the book had proof that these things, these creatures exist. It was full of documented first hand encounters.” He explained before pausing as he tapped the side of his head.

“But I just can’t remember anything, it’s like my memory was taken from me.” He said. “I went to see someone about it, but he wasn’t able to do anything.” Riley continued before holding up a hand. “Gave me this pretty baller ring though.”
“I can’t explain it, but it just feels… good.”

Everly nodded. So Riley was a superstitious amnesiac—or was he? He might very well be telling the truth about everything and just be the unfortunate individual bearing the brunt of someone else’s ire, but in that case Everly wanted very little to do with him. Dealing with someone who could alter memories, or someone who seemed to thrive off blood and murder, wasn’t part of her modus operandi. Her powers allowed her movement and observation, and while she could probably help in some way or the other, her powers hardly gave her the ability to fend off someone capable of what Riley had described, much less take them down.

Then there was the matter of whether or not Riley was gifted in the way she was. From the way he so casually and openly discussed the strange things happening around him, Everly figured he was just normal person. She herself lived in caution, constantly checking her actions and making sure nothing was revealed, and she couldn’t imagine anyone failing to do the same.

“‘Good’ is good, but a bit strange.” Might as well test him a little, Everly figured. “It’s not like the ring is magical, right?”

“Could be.” Riley chuckled, “Wouldn’t surprise me any if it was, the guy who gave it to me, Mayhew, one name, like Madonna, anyways, he’s got a whole shop full of oddities. Between the ring and the book, I’d bet at least one thing in there is haunted, cursed or at the very least enchanted.”

He took a long deep swig of his coffee, tasting the various earthy textures before speaking again. “I mean, this is all of course saying you believe in the arcane or unexplained.” Riley noted, finishing his cup before placing it down. “I know not everyone rightly does, but soon I think this whole city is going to have their eyes opened.”

Suddenly a strange sensation emanated from the ring as Riley closed his eyes briefly his eyelids fluttering for a few seconds before opening again. A nagging sensation tugged at the back of his head as Riley felt compelled to leave. Looking at the time in the corner of his laptop screen, Riley pulled a couple of crumbled singles out of his pocket, placing them under his mug quickly as he nodded his appreciation towards Nicole.

“Great as always, Nic!” Riley stated as he extended a hand to Everly, “And it was a pleasure to meet you, hopefully I didn’t bore you too much but I really should be off.”

“Not at all, and it was nice meeting you as well,” Everly said, shaking Riley’s hand. “I’ll probably head out too then. Leave Nicole to focus on her work.” She glanced at Nicole. “Thanks, loved the brew, Nicole.”

Nicole looked up from her work and beamed a smile at both of them, waving lightly. ”Bye! Come again any time, I tend to get lonely sitting here by myself.”

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Also, it wasn't Christmas, but 75 IC posts by New Years is still awesome guys!

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

@AWACS Originally we were waiting for Hillan to respond in the Discord chat but I'm going to make an executive decision and accept you as neither Junk or I had any issues with your latest sheet. Feel free to move Andrea to the roster tab and start posting in the IC.