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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
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Once, there was a man who lived a life so mundane, it could only be true.
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Practically invisible to the world around him, life carries on while he felt perpetually stuck treading water just to keep his head
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afloat. Fortunately for the man, fate had different ideas and intervened with a heavy hand. Pushed into a corner, the man
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was driven to hide amongst dusty shelves and heavy tomes. In the silence, he could hear his name being whispered,
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over and over again, until his hand touched one particular opus. A worn book, bound in leather and tarnished steel. Though
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sealed, it opened for a price, and upon spreading its pages, the man's life was changed forever.
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Now, he is the Warlock they call...
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Practically invisible to the world around him, life carries on while he felt perpetually stuck treading water just to keep his head
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afloat. Fortunately for the man, fate had different ideas and intervened with a heavy hand. Pushed into a corner, the man
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was driven to hide amongst dusty shelves and heavy tomes. In the silence, he could hear his name being whispered,
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over and over again, until his hand touched one particular opus. A worn book, bound in leather and tarnished steel. Though
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sealed, it opened for a price, and upon spreading its pages, the man's life was changed forever.
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Now, he is the Warlock they call...
LOCATION: THE HAUNT - MILK STREET | URBAN GOTHIC #1.13: HAUNTED |
"Whether you realize it or not, you're learning to use your familiar. It's the first step any mage makes. Even as we speak, your senses are synchronizing to its own."
Galloway's words echoed in Archie's head again as the chill of the night air hit his face. Stepping into the alleyway, he looked around. This is where the camera had shown Treasure being grabbed, but the van left no tracks on the asphalt to follow. It could have been any other alley in the city as Archie looked around. The brick walls of the once-booming factory district were decorated with graffiti, at least what hadn't been painted over or cleaned off during the gentrification of Milk Street. Empty crates from liquor deliveries lined the immediate walls outside of the Haunt; the whole area was draped in a faint fog laced with the smell of the antique boiler system, which fought for dominance with its own distinct musty odour against the competing dank stench of urine and soggy cigarette ash.
"Marrok," Archie called softly, looking back and forth for any sign of the black dog.
"Marrok!" He repeated, his tone more insistent.
Do I even need to call out loud for you?
The pitter-patter of sharp claws against the black tar of the alley alerted Archie to Marrok's arrival. Red eyes eerily watched him through the fog while the wolf-like silhouette approached, his tongue hanging happily out of his mouth before coming to a seated position directly in front of Archie.
"I need your nose," Archie replied, kneeling beside his familiar, "How do I draw on your senses?" He asked the bagherst only for the dog to suddenly push his cold, wet nose against Archie's face.
In an instant, Marrok disappeared, and Archie staggered backwards. If he had thought the alley smelled awful before, he didn't know what he was expecting when using Marrok's senses. All at once, he was bombarded with layers of smell he couldn't even previously comprehend. Individual ingredients from the street meat a block away, dirt from the Lantern District, the distinct smell of a perfume made of lilac and gooseberries. And there in the middle of all of it was the fleeting scent of Treasure.
Treasure had worn the same perfume for as long as Archie could remember. He had even bought it on Harri's behalf for more than one last-minute Christmas gift run. It had gone under a few names over the years, the latest of which was 'Paradise Lost'.
It was a tropical fruity fragrance with juicy mango, cardamom, and sandalwood. Archie remembered reading the label at one point and inwardly scoffing at the description, saying the perfume was inspired by Brazilian beaches and music. Supposedly to remind both the wearer and those around them of bossa nova, endless horizons, and vibrant, fruity, beachy notes. It had been marketed for years as a 'desert island scent', as in if you could only have one, this should be it.
A message that Treasure took to heart.
Archie took a deep breath, following the scent to the end of the alley before suddenly losing it in the open street. All at once, everything suddenly became louder and stronger, his ears overloading with the sounds of the city, forcing Archie to beat a hasty retreat back into the alley before Marrok suddenly departed from him.
"It's too much-" Archie panted, "I, I can't," He cried, slamming a frustrated fist against the ground only for Marrok to whimper slightly, empathizing with the young warlock before gently nudging Archie with his soft face. Marrok rubbed his nose against Archie's pocket, the grimoire disguised as a phone within letting off a pulse against Archie's leg as he nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to use the book," He gritted his teeth, standing as he tried to force his way through the splitting headache that had made its home in the seat vacated by Marrok. Rubbing a hand between the dog's ears, Archie turned towards the side door he had entered the alley from.
"I'll meet you back at the car," He told Marrok before opening the door and nearly running straight into Boz who immediately stopped upon seeing Archie.
"Hey, Superstar," Boz called to Archie before grabbing hold of his arm, "Come here a second," He said, motioning with his head before pulling Archie into a secluded corridor away from Harri.
"Look, I wasn't able to reach Detective Wilcox tonight, but the officer took the plate, and they'll definitely run it the minute they get the go-ahead. In the meantime, the best thing you can do is take Harri home, get her some food, maybe some sugar to help with the shock, and get her to rest." Boz explained, "The first twenty-four hours in a missing persons case is the most critical, and we're almost out of time, so I don't want to keep getting anyone's hopes up."
"Boz-"
"Sugar coating isn't going to help; there's a hard road ahead from this point. Ideally, we recover the girl, she comes home safely," Boz lowered his voice further, "I know you don't watch the news, but abductions like this, they've been happening around the city and those found." He paused, composing himself.
"Those found, the bodies are barely recognizable. No one has been recovered alive yet." Boz warned, straightening up.
"Be supportive, but under no circumstances promise Harri that we'll find her sister." He shook his head, "I just wish the D.A. would do something. So many of these cases piling up, how many more dead do we need before we can justify a task force, or hell, even bring in the Vanguard?"
"Alright," Archie nodded, "I'll drop Harri off at her place, but you've got to call me the second you hear from your contact."
"Cross my heart," Boz replied, putting a hand to his chest. He suddenly hugged Archie before speaking again. "Take care of yourself too. Make sure you eat and sleep as well, and don't try to shoulder all of this. Treasure is her own person, so is Harriet; they're not for Mr. Hardwick to constantly care for."
"I'll do my best," Archie replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his hand before Boz gave him a playful wink.
"Do me one better, WWBD, what would Boz do?"
"Take advantage of her compromised emotional state and get to second base?" Archie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Ouch, and gross." Boz answered, "I don't know who you're thinking like, but definitely don't do that." He clapped Archie on the back, "Go get Harri and get out of here." He insisted as Archie nodded again before walking through the Haunt towards where Harri was sitting. She was absently stirring a drink, not particularly interested in the alcohol in front of her, the drink apparently on the house.
"I, I should get you home," Archie managed to say before Harri looked up at him, her eyes red, tears still welled in the corner. She shook her head at his statement before replying.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Harri said, looking straight into Archie's eyes, "Can I, can I stay with you?" She asked, "I really want to stay at your house tonight."
Archie looked back towards where Boz had been, noting that Carmilla was also now absent, before he turned his attention back to Harri.
"Uh, yeah," He answered.
NO!
His internal monologue screamed before Archie helped Harri to her feet. The pair departed the Haunt, driving in silence back across Milk Street. Marrok kept his head between the two front seats for the whole duration of the ride so he could rest it on Harri's lap. Once the trio had returned to Archie's apartment, Archie got Harri settled into his bedroom loft, making sure she was comfortable before returning with a snack in hand.
"Popcorn?" Archie asked, extending a bowl filled to the brim with freshly popped kernels.
"You still make popcorn every night?"
"It's my thinking food." He replied, turning on the television and selecting a movie.
"You know, we can watch other movies," Harri stated as Archie put on 'Pretty Woman'.
"Nonsense," He replied, "You have watched Pretty Woman every time you've been sick, sad, or otherwise upset for as long as I've known you." Archie explained as the opening music started in the background, "And if I know you, within five minutes-" He looked back at Harri, who was fast asleep already, the popcorn untouched.
"You'll be fast asleep."
No sooner had Harri's eyes closed than did Archie steal away from the loft back to the main floor of the apartment. He placed his phone on the desk, watching as it unfurled back into its native form, the pages of the heavy tome unfolding onto his desk while Archie opened a bag of red licorice twists beside the already half-devoured bowl of popcorn. Adjusting his glasses, Archie cracked his fingers excitedly before he flipped back to the last page he had read regarding the illumination spell.
Languages of all regions of the world covered the pages, their characters shifting to English as he worked, while Archie absorbed every piece of the ancient arcane texts. Hours passed, and night began to turn to dawn, the first rays of sun peeking through the frosted glass that made up the bulk of Archie's exterior facing wall. Too engrossed in the Grimoire, Archie failed to notice that Harri had stirred, descending the loft while sleepily rubbing her eyes.
Archie, meanwhile, stood, hand outstretched, while dark circles weighed down his eyes before speaking in a tongue that Harri didn't recognize, his hand flourishing before his fingers snapped and a blazing orb erupted seemingly from his palm.
"Holy $#!%!" Archie exclaimed, looking at the smouldering scorch mark on the block wall.
"I'm a wizard, Harri!"
Galloway's words echoed in Archie's head again as the chill of the night air hit his face. Stepping into the alleyway, he looked around. This is where the camera had shown Treasure being grabbed, but the van left no tracks on the asphalt to follow. It could have been any other alley in the city as Archie looked around. The brick walls of the once-booming factory district were decorated with graffiti, at least what hadn't been painted over or cleaned off during the gentrification of Milk Street. Empty crates from liquor deliveries lined the immediate walls outside of the Haunt; the whole area was draped in a faint fog laced with the smell of the antique boiler system, which fought for dominance with its own distinct musty odour against the competing dank stench of urine and soggy cigarette ash.
"Marrok," Archie called softly, looking back and forth for any sign of the black dog.
"Marrok!" He repeated, his tone more insistent.
Do I even need to call out loud for you?
The pitter-patter of sharp claws against the black tar of the alley alerted Archie to Marrok's arrival. Red eyes eerily watched him through the fog while the wolf-like silhouette approached, his tongue hanging happily out of his mouth before coming to a seated position directly in front of Archie.
"I need your nose," Archie replied, kneeling beside his familiar, "How do I draw on your senses?" He asked the bagherst only for the dog to suddenly push his cold, wet nose against Archie's face.
In an instant, Marrok disappeared, and Archie staggered backwards. If he had thought the alley smelled awful before, he didn't know what he was expecting when using Marrok's senses. All at once, he was bombarded with layers of smell he couldn't even previously comprehend. Individual ingredients from the street meat a block away, dirt from the Lantern District, the distinct smell of a perfume made of lilac and gooseberries. And there in the middle of all of it was the fleeting scent of Treasure.
Treasure had worn the same perfume for as long as Archie could remember. He had even bought it on Harri's behalf for more than one last-minute Christmas gift run. It had gone under a few names over the years, the latest of which was 'Paradise Lost'.
It was a tropical fruity fragrance with juicy mango, cardamom, and sandalwood. Archie remembered reading the label at one point and inwardly scoffing at the description, saying the perfume was inspired by Brazilian beaches and music. Supposedly to remind both the wearer and those around them of bossa nova, endless horizons, and vibrant, fruity, beachy notes. It had been marketed for years as a 'desert island scent', as in if you could only have one, this should be it.
A message that Treasure took to heart.
Archie took a deep breath, following the scent to the end of the alley before suddenly losing it in the open street. All at once, everything suddenly became louder and stronger, his ears overloading with the sounds of the city, forcing Archie to beat a hasty retreat back into the alley before Marrok suddenly departed from him.
"It's too much-" Archie panted, "I, I can't," He cried, slamming a frustrated fist against the ground only for Marrok to whimper slightly, empathizing with the young warlock before gently nudging Archie with his soft face. Marrok rubbed his nose against Archie's pocket, the grimoire disguised as a phone within letting off a pulse against Archie's leg as he nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to use the book," He gritted his teeth, standing as he tried to force his way through the splitting headache that had made its home in the seat vacated by Marrok. Rubbing a hand between the dog's ears, Archie turned towards the side door he had entered the alley from.
"I'll meet you back at the car," He told Marrok before opening the door and nearly running straight into Boz who immediately stopped upon seeing Archie.
"Hey, Superstar," Boz called to Archie before grabbing hold of his arm, "Come here a second," He said, motioning with his head before pulling Archie into a secluded corridor away from Harri.
"Look, I wasn't able to reach Detective Wilcox tonight, but the officer took the plate, and they'll definitely run it the minute they get the go-ahead. In the meantime, the best thing you can do is take Harri home, get her some food, maybe some sugar to help with the shock, and get her to rest." Boz explained, "The first twenty-four hours in a missing persons case is the most critical, and we're almost out of time, so I don't want to keep getting anyone's hopes up."
"Boz-"
"Sugar coating isn't going to help; there's a hard road ahead from this point. Ideally, we recover the girl, she comes home safely," Boz lowered his voice further, "I know you don't watch the news, but abductions like this, they've been happening around the city and those found." He paused, composing himself.
"Those found, the bodies are barely recognizable. No one has been recovered alive yet." Boz warned, straightening up.
"Be supportive, but under no circumstances promise Harri that we'll find her sister." He shook his head, "I just wish the D.A. would do something. So many of these cases piling up, how many more dead do we need before we can justify a task force, or hell, even bring in the Vanguard?"
"Alright," Archie nodded, "I'll drop Harri off at her place, but you've got to call me the second you hear from your contact."
"Cross my heart," Boz replied, putting a hand to his chest. He suddenly hugged Archie before speaking again. "Take care of yourself too. Make sure you eat and sleep as well, and don't try to shoulder all of this. Treasure is her own person, so is Harriet; they're not for Mr. Hardwick to constantly care for."
"I'll do my best," Archie replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his hand before Boz gave him a playful wink.
"Do me one better, WWBD, what would Boz do?"
"Take advantage of her compromised emotional state and get to second base?" Archie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Ouch, and gross." Boz answered, "I don't know who you're thinking like, but definitely don't do that." He clapped Archie on the back, "Go get Harri and get out of here." He insisted as Archie nodded again before walking through the Haunt towards where Harri was sitting. She was absently stirring a drink, not particularly interested in the alcohol in front of her, the drink apparently on the house.
"I, I should get you home," Archie managed to say before Harri looked up at him, her eyes red, tears still welled in the corner. She shook her head at his statement before replying.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Harri said, looking straight into Archie's eyes, "Can I, can I stay with you?" She asked, "I really want to stay at your house tonight."
Archie looked back towards where Boz had been, noting that Carmilla was also now absent, before he turned his attention back to Harri.
"Uh, yeah," He answered.
NO!
His internal monologue screamed before Archie helped Harri to her feet. The pair departed the Haunt, driving in silence back across Milk Street. Marrok kept his head between the two front seats for the whole duration of the ride so he could rest it on Harri's lap. Once the trio had returned to Archie's apartment, Archie got Harri settled into his bedroom loft, making sure she was comfortable before returning with a snack in hand.
"Popcorn?" Archie asked, extending a bowl filled to the brim with freshly popped kernels.
"You still make popcorn every night?"
"It's my thinking food." He replied, turning on the television and selecting a movie.
"You know, we can watch other movies," Harri stated as Archie put on 'Pretty Woman'.
"Nonsense," He replied, "You have watched Pretty Woman every time you've been sick, sad, or otherwise upset for as long as I've known you." Archie explained as the opening music started in the background, "And if I know you, within five minutes-" He looked back at Harri, who was fast asleep already, the popcorn untouched.
"You'll be fast asleep."
No sooner had Harri's eyes closed than did Archie steal away from the loft back to the main floor of the apartment. He placed his phone on the desk, watching as it unfurled back into its native form, the pages of the heavy tome unfolding onto his desk while Archie opened a bag of red licorice twists beside the already half-devoured bowl of popcorn. Adjusting his glasses, Archie cracked his fingers excitedly before he flipped back to the last page he had read regarding the illumination spell.
Languages of all regions of the world covered the pages, their characters shifting to English as he worked, while Archie absorbed every piece of the ancient arcane texts. Hours passed, and night began to turn to dawn, the first rays of sun peeking through the frosted glass that made up the bulk of Archie's exterior facing wall. Too engrossed in the Grimoire, Archie failed to notice that Harri had stirred, descending the loft while sleepily rubbing her eyes.
Archie, meanwhile, stood, hand outstretched, while dark circles weighed down his eyes before speaking in a tongue that Harri didn't recognize, his hand flourishing before his fingers snapped and a blazing orb erupted seemingly from his palm.
"Holy $#!%!" Archie exclaimed, looking at the smouldering scorch mark on the block wall.
"I'm a wizard, Harri!"
Once, there was a woman who lived a life so bewitching that it could only be true.
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Born to a man cursed with six other daughters. She was the seventh daughter, an omen of terrible things to come. Feared by her
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parents and siblings, she was sold to put their selfish minds at ease. Forced to live a life of shame and sin, she was passed about
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until she eventually took her own life. A seventh daughter, unwed and dead by suicide? But fate intervened, and she was pulled from
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the grave by a goetist named Canidia, who rebirthed the woman into the world as a Striga and trained her in the arcane arts.
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Now she is the Bruxa they call...
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Born to a man cursed with six other daughters. She was the seventh daughter, an omen of terrible things to come. Feared by her
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parents and siblings, she was sold to put their selfish minds at ease. Forced to live a life of shame and sin, she was passed about
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until she eventually took her own life. A seventh daughter, unwed and dead by suicide? But fate intervened, and she was pulled from
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the grave by a goetist named Canidia, who rebirthed the woman into the world as a Striga and trained her in the arcane arts.
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Now she is the Bruxa they call...
LOCATION: THE HAUNT - MILK STREET |
Walking away from Archie and his friends, Carmilla felt her features soften, her expression notably less vamp-like and flirtatious, instead, replaced by sincerity and longing. She looked back over her shoulder, her signature sultry smile slowly fading into a slight pout as she watched Archie earnestly head towards the side alley.
Anxiously tapping her long, ballerina nails against the countertop, Carmilla took a quick look around to ensure no one was watching her before reaching under the bar rail and pulling a compact mirror from her stowed clutch. Beside the small leather handbag lay her absent conduit. Carmilla had hidden the wand earlier when Archie had eyed it, seeing through the minores sahar, or glamour charm, she had cast.
Re-holstering the ebony rod, Carmilla excused herself from the bar, taking the necessary cautions to avoid Boz before heading towards the same side door that Archie had left through. Looking behind her as she approached, Carmilla scanned every angle to see if anyone was watching; her keen huntress eyes rarely missed a single detail. But even if her eyes did deceive her, Carmilla's other senses were just as attuned to the hunt. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smells around her, tasting them before being satisfied that no living bodies were either near or hidden from her sight.
With a quick flick of her wrists, Carmilla's physical form disappeared, replaced by a dense fog that moved through the damaged seal around the exit before ascending the exterior brick face of the one-time bottling factory. Re-compiling herself atop the roof of the Haunt, Carmilla leered over the edge, watching Archie below before pulling the compact she had wedged into the front of her skin-tight pants' waistline in lieu of struggling to fit it into the nearly non-functional pockets.
She opened the mirror, staring at her own reflection before speaking.
"Garim, Pitruvyah!" She hissed towards the mirror, its surface shimmering as a silhouette, separate from her own, suddenly appeared.
"You said to call if I had an update," Carmilla stated into the pocket mirror. The shadowy visage nodded slightly, prompting her to continue.
"Auber's successor has the Grimoire. It's only a matter of time now." Carmilla explained.
"Then, until it is time, you will continue with your task."
"Look, Uncle, I'm not one of your little meragēls; you said if I did this, my debt was paid, and I was free. I'm not in the business of hurting little boys."
"Little boy? Do you think we are ignorant of the way you have approached the target? Hurting them, no, that's not your business, but you do love to fall for the mark, don't you?" A monotone voice replied from within the small reflective pane.
"He's in trouble. I know you said not to intervene-"
"Then don't."
"It's not that simple. If I don't, someone might die."
"Spilled blood has never mattered to you before." The voice stated. "Why would another red mark in your ledger matter now?"
"This one is different."
"We know you and Auber have a complicated history. Do not to misplace your feelings for the deceased onto the living." A shadow fell across the mirror as the mysterious figure suddenly came closer to the mirror's surface, darkness obstructing the upper half of their face. "Under no circumstances are you to intervene until necessary. Oh, and, Carmilla-"
Their chin was visible from under the shroud, a small smirk appearing above a cleft chin.
"Try not to complicate the relationship with the fledgling." The figure ordered, "Or you'll find yourself... further indebted."
The silhouette disappeared in the mirror as Carmilla shut the compact angrily in her hands. She could feel herself fuming as she looked from the Haunt's roof towards the skyline of Calder City in the distance. Directing her attention to Archie below, she watched as his efforts to track the mysterious van came to no avail. The defeated man returned inside the club while Carmilla was left standing outside by herself.
Her eyes flashed violet, Carmilla scanning the ground below as the scent of Treasure's blood became illuminated to her. Damn Uncle and his Club, she was going to help; there was more at stake in Calder City than Mayhew. Her nostrils flared, the tip of her nose becoming pointed and upturned while her eyes narrowed and her brow became more pointed. Her canines suddenly elongated before an additional pair of fangs covered her lateral incisors. The trail wasn't yet stale, but it was far from fresh. Still, Carmilla could track the scent of Treasure's blood anywhere the van had gone.
She could only hope she wasn't going to be too late.
A pleasantly warming sensation spread across her lower back, like the burning heat of a distant fire. The wing tattoo that was intricately drawn there glowed in the dark of the night before large, leathery wings unfurled from just above her waist. Feeling them mesh and meld with her back, Carmilla gave her wings a test flap before leaping off the rooftop and allowing her new extremities to carry her into the night sky.
Anxiously tapping her long, ballerina nails against the countertop, Carmilla took a quick look around to ensure no one was watching her before reaching under the bar rail and pulling a compact mirror from her stowed clutch. Beside the small leather handbag lay her absent conduit. Carmilla had hidden the wand earlier when Archie had eyed it, seeing through the minores sahar, or glamour charm, she had cast.
Re-holstering the ebony rod, Carmilla excused herself from the bar, taking the necessary cautions to avoid Boz before heading towards the same side door that Archie had left through. Looking behind her as she approached, Carmilla scanned every angle to see if anyone was watching; her keen huntress eyes rarely missed a single detail. But even if her eyes did deceive her, Carmilla's other senses were just as attuned to the hunt. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smells around her, tasting them before being satisfied that no living bodies were either near or hidden from her sight.
With a quick flick of her wrists, Carmilla's physical form disappeared, replaced by a dense fog that moved through the damaged seal around the exit before ascending the exterior brick face of the one-time bottling factory. Re-compiling herself atop the roof of the Haunt, Carmilla leered over the edge, watching Archie below before pulling the compact she had wedged into the front of her skin-tight pants' waistline in lieu of struggling to fit it into the nearly non-functional pockets.
She opened the mirror, staring at her own reflection before speaking.
"Garim, Pitruvyah!" She hissed towards the mirror, its surface shimmering as a silhouette, separate from her own, suddenly appeared.
"You said to call if I had an update," Carmilla stated into the pocket mirror. The shadowy visage nodded slightly, prompting her to continue.
"Auber's successor has the Grimoire. It's only a matter of time now." Carmilla explained.
"Then, until it is time, you will continue with your task."
"Look, Uncle, I'm not one of your little meragēls; you said if I did this, my debt was paid, and I was free. I'm not in the business of hurting little boys."
"Little boy? Do you think we are ignorant of the way you have approached the target? Hurting them, no, that's not your business, but you do love to fall for the mark, don't you?" A monotone voice replied from within the small reflective pane.
"He's in trouble. I know you said not to intervene-"
"Then don't."
"It's not that simple. If I don't, someone might die."
"Spilled blood has never mattered to you before." The voice stated. "Why would another red mark in your ledger matter now?"
"This one is different."
"We know you and Auber have a complicated history. Do not to misplace your feelings for the deceased onto the living." A shadow fell across the mirror as the mysterious figure suddenly came closer to the mirror's surface, darkness obstructing the upper half of their face. "Under no circumstances are you to intervene until necessary. Oh, and, Carmilla-"
Their chin was visible from under the shroud, a small smirk appearing above a cleft chin.
"Try not to complicate the relationship with the fledgling." The figure ordered, "Or you'll find yourself... further indebted."
The silhouette disappeared in the mirror as Carmilla shut the compact angrily in her hands. She could feel herself fuming as she looked from the Haunt's roof towards the skyline of Calder City in the distance. Directing her attention to Archie below, she watched as his efforts to track the mysterious van came to no avail. The defeated man returned inside the club while Carmilla was left standing outside by herself.
Her eyes flashed violet, Carmilla scanning the ground below as the scent of Treasure's blood became illuminated to her. Damn Uncle and his Club, she was going to help; there was more at stake in Calder City than Mayhew. Her nostrils flared, the tip of her nose becoming pointed and upturned while her eyes narrowed and her brow became more pointed. Her canines suddenly elongated before an additional pair of fangs covered her lateral incisors. The trail wasn't yet stale, but it was far from fresh. Still, Carmilla could track the scent of Treasure's blood anywhere the van had gone.
She could only hope she wasn't going to be too late.
A pleasantly warming sensation spread across her lower back, like the burning heat of a distant fire. The wing tattoo that was intricately drawn there glowed in the dark of the night before large, leathery wings unfurled from just above her waist. Feeling them mesh and meld with her back, Carmilla gave her wings a test flap before leaping off the rooftop and allowing her new extremities to carry her into the night sky.
Question for the class. If you could initiate a crossover between two characters who haven't met yet, what would you pick? Bonus points if neither character is yours.
For my money, I might like to see Archie and Eve. In particular I'd like to see how Eve's power interacts with Archie's book/phone and mag'ik that brushes against her. Also I'd love to see how Archie's awkward ass handles Eve's rather forward personality.
For all intents and purposes, mag'ik is not magic and purposefully so, so that selfishly I don't have to worry about how it interacts with the more 'supernatural' leaning powers.
Magic to me is still a separate unexplained phenomena that originates from this world while mag'ik is extradimensional.
That said, I am looking forward to Brett and Dusk crossing paths one day. There's something about those two that I think will produce an interesting dynamic.
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It is kinda all around I am liking, but I will shout out some.
I am liking what @Memoria is doing with Marth and also liking what @Natty, @BrutalBx, and @Eddie Brock are doing with their characters.
I need to read and catch up with the IC to see where I want Yulian to get involved, since I do want him to interact with the cast. I do have a plot in mind for Yulian, I just have been showing how his normal life is about(minus the shockwave at the gym) and then throwing a wrench in that life with his brother showing up and stuff happening.
Sep seems to be the lightning rod for plots, so if you haven't, I'd give Dusk a read and see what our hardboiled detective is up to first.
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Practically invisible to the world around him, life carries on while he felt perpetually stuck treading water just to keep his head
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afloat. Fortunately for the man, fate had different ideas and intervened with a heavy hand. Pushed into a corner, the man
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was driven to hide amongst dusty shelves and heavy tomes. In the silence, he could hear his name being whispered,
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LOCATION: THE HAUNT - MILK STREET | URBAN GOTHIC #1.14: HARRI |
INTERACTIONS: NONE | PREVIOUSLY: HAUNTED |
"You're a Gray?" Harri exclaimed, looking from the fresh burn mark back to the overly eager young man. Dark circles hung under his eyes from a clear lack of sleep, and his dishevelled clothing was still the same outfit from the previous night.
I have been enjoying people's posts and wanting to see more.
Must be something specific you're enjoying, though. Something that you want to get Yulian involved in, or even a plot you want to pursue with Yulian?
I really appreciate the weight that Scott is carrying about having to take a life @Captain Uni. I'm glad you're choosing to tackle it rather than glaze right past it.
We're 11 posts away from 100 posts.
Who/what is everyone enjoying reading? @Eddie Brock with Dani is definitely one of my favourite characters, but @Hound55 writing Qing's dad, Bo, is rapidly catching up. In terms of side characters, he's very enjoyable with the way he plays up a language barrier and is always trying to set Qing up with the pretty girls.
Overarching plots, @Sep is killing it with linking Dusk and the missing Grays plots to a wide number of players, while @BrutalBX and the King's Blood plot have also been a lot of fun to follow along. @Natty's world-building with Harbourlight just makes me envious. I didn't think of it first for the Haunt, and Joanie and her little gang are always a treat to read.
Honestly, there's a lot to gush about an IC this strong. @Stormyx and @Melissa are also hitting it out of the park with their characters and their plots. It's always fun when Eve shows up in a post since you never know which voice is going to be talking.
I desperately want more of @Supermaxx and Solomon. Both @DocTachyon and @Captain Uni are also writing unforgettable characters, with Rock and Ace appearing in a wide number of posts and being some of our more prolific capes.
I am really looking forward to Archie coming into his own and actually getting to write some team ups with these characters.
Who/what is everyone enjoying reading? @Eddie Brock with Dani is definitely one of my favourite characters, but @Hound55 writing Qing's dad, Bo, is rapidly catching up. In terms of side characters, he's very enjoyable with the way he plays up a language barrier and is always trying to set Qing up with the pretty girls.
Overarching plots, @Sep is killing it with linking Dusk and the missing Grays plots to a wide number of players, while @BrutalBX and the King's Blood plot have also been a lot of fun to follow along. @Natty's world-building with Harbourlight just makes me envious. I didn't think of it first for the Haunt, and Joanie and her little gang are always a treat to read.
Honestly, there's a lot to gush about an IC this strong. @Stormyx and @Melissa are also hitting it out of the park with their characters and their plots. It's always fun when Eve shows up in a post since you never know which voice is going to be talking.
I desperately want more of @Supermaxx and Solomon. Both @DocTachyon and @Captain Uni are also writing unforgettable characters, with Rock and Ace appearing in a wide number of posts and being some of our more prolific capes.
I am really looking forward to Archie coming into his own and actually getting to write some team ups with these characters.
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