Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington Interacting With: The Fuzz
Scott gave the woman a half smile, half grimace. He hated dealing with the police and he made a mental note to make the guy at the bar pay. What happened at the bar, stayed at the bar - those were the rules and only someone asking to get killed interfered with them. Mercs frequented that establishment and none of them followed the law to a T. There was a certain understanding. "Why don't you come inside, officers?" Scott invited them, stepping aside from the door and heading into his apartment. He wasn't dumb. He wasn't going to insult the cops to their face.
"Now, a drunk did vomit all over me a few days ago," Scott admitted. "But I didn't touch him. I was - am, always am and always will be - a Green Beret," he then tapped his dog tags. "If this man thinks I had some sort of confrontation with him, it was verbal and civil. I ain't about to break the laws I risked my life to defend...You two want coffee or something?"
@17th Day Can you remove the spaces you put between the categories of the CS? Take a look at Novikova's to see what I mean - it'll shorten it up. I'll review his CS later tonight or tomorrow.
Location: Museum - Outside ---> Barracks Skills: N/A
Nora had stood there with shock, tears spilling down her face as she gasped for breath, looking at the charred remains of Neema. She had felt a kinship with Neema that she never had had with anyone in her own family - aside from perhaps with her brother, Ethan. To see her on the ground, a victim of fire...She was choking on her own tears, feeling her legs tremble and shake just as she was supposed to help Mosi. Hearing everyone say that it was time to go to the Barracks....Her mind couldn't comprehend it and she just shook her head slightly, staring with horror and shock. So much death...so much loss of life...Why had it been Neema and not her, Nora despaired.
To make matters worse, as she cried from shock, Mosi promptly vomited all over her. Some of it got into Nora's mouth and nose, and already being a person with a rather weak immune system in comparison to most, the taste and the pain was enough to get Nora to respond in turn. She had about nine seconds to decide where to puke and she turned, attempting to avoid puking over dear Neema and instead, she hit poor Mosi. She didn't bother apologizing - her Britishness didn't arise to attempt to smooth over the situation - and as she headed with the others to the Barracks, it was all a blur.
Such a senseless act....But why dear Neema? The question continued to plague Nora, sending her almost into a trance of sorts. She nodded slightly at the escort. Mosi would need the infirmary, for the branding. The branding that Neema could explain...
Walnut once again found her appreciation of Owen's magnificent contraption ruined by the pettiness of those around her. All of the chatter of the fainter in the giant's lap was breaking her concentration and she pursed her lips slightly. If they were going to fool around and begin the process of courtship, could they not do it quietly? Or if they had to be so noisy about it, sending comments back and forth, could they not find another venue? Surely it could wait the ride to the manor.
On the bright side, her irritation with the weak one and her 'rescuer' provided a sufficient distraction from Master Plum and his damned bird. Neither were weighing on Walnut's mind. It was truly remarkable, the power of irritation to calm an individual down. As the fainter got up and tried to take a seat, Walnut smirked with satisfaction seeing that her ideal prize had been claimed by another. It served her right. The idle chatter at least seemed to stop for the moment, as the fainter took the seat behind her, only for Walnut to observe the shivering disposition of Kindle.
"If you insist on either hyperventilating, shivering, or making suggestions at the man in front, would you at least do so quietly?" Walnut requested in a sharp voice. She dearly hoped that the last one to come, whom the giant had mentioned they were still short two and one had arrived since then, would decide to sit with the fainter. Yet given her conversation previously, Walnut wondered if the fainter would enjoy that.
Location: Headland: E. Main Street, D9 (inside Hordebuster) Skills: Survival, Scavenging
While the others were no doubt looking outside for places to scavenge for food and supplies, Jack was looking for something else - a sign. Every time they arrived at a new place, it was one of his top priorities, if not THE top priority. Another piece of evidence that Tatiana had been there. Another guarantee that they were on the right track. Another chance to let out a breath, to release a bit of tension in his shoulders or his jaw - to know that his wife and child were still out there...To know that they were alive and fighting. He clenched his hand for a moment, sending a silent prayer - not to a higher power but to Tatiana. New city. Be safe, solovey. I love ya. Sometimes, he could've sworn that after he sent a thought to her, he'd catch the scent of the soap she had always used. Sometimes.
Jack nodded, listening to Ash's rundown on the area. He had to admit, he wanted to search the houses first anyways - for supplies but also for the chance that Tatiana was holed up in one of them. It had been what they had done in their month together before Newnan - go from house to house. It was where they had played Monopoly together, a game that he had only managed to play with one girlfriend without breaking up...It was just another little moment where he knew that she was the only one for him. If only he had fought harder to stay with her.
"Clearin' houses sounds good to me," Jack began, mulling it over. "Middle school...Odds are, it might be overrun, but it's worth a look. Think goin' to that one as a group, like with the Fire Depahment, would be best." He then glanced out of the truck, seeing if there was anything else he missed, only to spot...a nun with a sword? "Uh...Did anyone ask for a nun? Because she ain't for me," Jack said, staring outside.
Over the past year, Beatrice had lost her gun - it had been a bittersweet moment that would have been potentially catastrophic in her mind if she hadn't learned to shoot a bow during her time at Newnan. Now, the bear archery bow fit in her hand comfortable, the quiver of arrows at her side. All else failed, she also had a hammer on her. It wasn't too bad as equipment went, but there was another new change, compared to her situation years ago - she had people with her. She wouldn't have to come up with a creative way to use her salt and pepper packet as a weapon if her bow was taken away from her.
It was as nice as it was nerve wracking, learning to depend on other people. Despite Newnan functioning as a community, it had been relatively easy to remain closed off and emotionally distant to those around you. In the close quarters they functioned in now, it was so much harder. Her fingers flexed around the handle of her bow and she nodded at Thana, notching an arrow. "'Course. Maybe there'll be SpaghettiO's in there for you," she quipped to Thalia. She smirked slightly at the thought, before the smile faded and the stone cold neutral expression returned, as she looked at the cabin. She didn't want to admit it, but she needed to rest - they all needed to. It'd already been a long morning.
Killer Bea though. It was a nickname she could get used to.
Present Day - The Castle: December 22nd, 12,507 - 9:15 AM
@BlueSky44: Emperor Taj shook his head. "No...The Port Authority is going to seal off the building and monitor it, just in case one of the Port Witches attempts to return," he explained. Even though no one was left alive, there were still ghosts in the building from the battle. If they were lucky, they could travel there and see if one would Appear to them, that way they could question it. The more they knew about the events that had transpired, the better.
"The device was gone...I believe that we might be able to track it, but...Its nature is volatile - it will be some time to get a more specific location than a country," Taj added. He and Asha had been lucky the first time - they detected the device's presence in the Small Wet Country Across the Sea and with reports of Queen Meliscente's death, they had been almost certain it was there. "But Queen Valda...I think it is time we found your mother's ghost. Perhaps she knows who killed her." He doubted Queen Meliscente would appear. Castle Queens were notorious for being incredibly fickle about when they would Appear - even if it was to solve their own murder.
@BlueSky44: As Sylvi walks to Wizard Tower, the snow will practically form a layer on her head, though she would be used to the cold from where she grew up. Many residents of the Ramblings are either returning home after sheltering at the houses of extended family or leaving, checking on loved ones to ensure that they had survived the riots. Outside of the Ramblings is a depressing amount of new ghosts - Young Army members, some of which who do not even understand yet that they are dead.
As she approaches Wizard Tower, it's still on lockdown and largely sealed up. Yet as a Magyk user, she can request admittance - and see if the ExtraOrdinary Wizard grants it. One thing will stick out to her - one of the windows on the second floor appears considerably newer than the others, as if time had ceased to flow for it. The others seem ancient - yet this one is brand new.
@FantasyChic: (See Bruce's CS for a description of items in the home). The stillness of the home was broken, as not too shortly after Myth woke up, so did Medea. Medea shook her sister awake, Marya rolling over sleepily until Medea shoved her to the floor, waking her up. "So, did he tell you the full story? Or did he not mention anything more about his family?" Medea asked Myth as soon as she had found her, wearing plain clothes for sleepwear. Marya was right behind her, the twins' silver hair sticking up at angles as they hadn't brushed it yet.
"Did he actually sleep with you?" Marya then asked, smirking a bit. "I thought he was married to books..." Once more, Myth would note that their accent was from the Eastern SnowPlains - a country famous for their tension with the Land of Long Nights.
@mnkee@KazAlkemi: Asha's face fell slightly, as Amarantha asked to trouble her for a moment, yet it was understandable. The Castle was going through a period of turmoil and transition - their leadership would need all of the help they could attain. Yet it did not change the fact that she both pitied and disliked the deputy hunter. She was a victim and also complicit in the system that stole children from their families. "Of course," Asha said, giving Amarantha a smile.
"What seems to be the matter?" she asked. She imagined it had to do something with the decimation of the Young Army. Asha could only hope that Amarantha would dissolve it - perhaps take a command position amongst the Palace Guard - or raise a real army for the Castle.
@LadyRunic: Boy 784 looked at Rhys quietly, mulling over all of his words. He was skinny and the clothes he wore were two sizes too big for him, with his shoes tragically two sizes too small. He was only thirteen years old and at the mention of a name, he nodded slightly. He didn't know his true name - hardly anyone in the Young Army ever did - but not even his friends had called him 784. They had all died in Do-or-Die exercises over the course of the last year, causing him to have nothing left for him in the Young Army, convincing him to escape.
"...My friends called me Badger..." he explained. He wanted to take off his shoes but he was afraid that Rhys would scold him, no matter how much his feet ached. Even with his dark russet skin, the scars from years of Do-or-Die exercises were plainly visible on him. His eyes were two different colors - one blue, one green.
@KazAlkemi: As Cuyler walks from the Traders' Dock to the Winking Duck Tavern, the snow falls heavily. Most of the violence from the previous evening is covered by the snowfall, the wind threatening the formation of a proper snowstorm. Yet even amidst all of this darkness and tragedy, small children of the Castle play in the streets - streets that the night before had been witness to horrific acts. There is always a sense of balance. Luckily, the walk is a quick one. Inside the Ramblings, there's a single woman standing at the ruins of the tavern.
"I didn't do this, Cuyler," she said plainly. Kneeling down amongst the ashes, red energy swirled around her hand - Chaos Magyk - and the ashes began to dance in a figure eight. She shook her head and the shape changed, becoming a lowercase omega. "And I did not kill your family," she added, the energy fading from her hand. Something began to move amongst the ashes and there was a cough, as somehow, impossibly.....Halvor was alive! An instant later and the woman was gone, leaving Cuyler and a supposed dead man alone in the ruined tavern.
"Go check on your apprentice, Arya," Rowland beckoned her, smiling a bit sadly. "Perhaps afterwards, we can see about assembling the Moot...It is difficult to find a problem that a room full of wizards cannot solve," he advised. The Moot had been started ages ago, in response to a stolen Wyrm egg - Wyrms were a nearly limitless source of Lapis Lazuli, a key element for Magyk and naturally abundant at the Castle as it turned out.
"I've never seen a Moot accomplish anything in less than a month - and that was to determine whose turn it was to bring tea," Arya pointed out, but she rose from her seat and ascended the stairs to the 21st floor. Atkin's room once had been her own, many years ago, and while she normally would have knocked, she found the door ajar and her apprentice surrounded by cats. She couldn't help but giggle slightly, feeling a bit more of the tension dissipate from her shoulders. "Somehow, I doubt you tried to," Arya mused. While normally she would have undid the Magyk for Atkin, it was a rather amusing result.
"Rowland is suggesting we hold a Moot...It's a gathering of the best wizards in the tower, in order to discuss the current situation and frame a solution...Yet I have another idea, if you would care to accompany me to the Manuscriptorium. I will not force you as...well, if I am correct in my thinking, I may need to perform a MindRead on Emperor Taj. It may very well be dangerous."
"The cats cannot come if you do choose to accompany me, unfortunately."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Infirmary
Myrus still remained unconscious, yet there were no further explosions. Becky looked at him, fretting over him as she administered yet another potion designed with Physik to heal him. At this rate, she was rapidly depleting her stores and would need to send someone to the Forest to speak with Russel, a physician she trusted more than others. At least Princess Luna seemed to be stable - and if Becky were to be honest with herself, Luna's life was more of a priority than Myrus'. She was next in line for the throne - the throne that Myrus could never inherit unless appointed as regent.
"Don't trust her..." Myrus mumbled, tossing and turning. Becky put a cool compress on his head.
"Myrus Marcellus, calm down!" she insisted. She didn't wish to raise her voice towards a patient but she had no idea what was wrong with him. Queen Meliscente had been a rather private person and Becky hadn't worked for the previous ruler. She didn't know what sort of trouble to anticipate in the family history. "Princess Luna...Do you by any chance know your family history?" Becky then asked.
"...Golds..."
The Badlands: Port Witch Coven Safe House/Antonije's Observatory
*The Port Witch Coven is where it says Simon's observatory, up in the slate quarries*
Fleur, Witch Mother
Constance, Adult Witch
Bernice, Adult Witch
Three unnamed adult witches
Marya Magnisky, Young Witch - missing
Medea Magnisky, Young Witch - missing
Jezebel, young witch
Nine unnamed young witches between the ages of 4 and 17
Two unnamed young warlocks between the ages of 4 and 17
italics indicates only the GM can control this NPC
"...Here's Brucey?!" Antonije mocked, staring at Bruce incredulously. "And here I thought you couldn't get any lamer," Antonije muttered underneath his breath. He was about to tell Bruce where Fleur was, having seen his abilities before and not wanting to push the demigod too much, but he located her relatively quickly all on his own. Jezebel panicked seeing the man in person, running towards the back room and it seemed only Constance and Bernice were brave enough to stand with the Witch Mother.
"Antonije, shut him down," Constance instructed. As much as she regretted that Antonije wasn't a warlock, he had been born with a gift. It was different than that of his sisters - a shame that she couldn't have collected the set - but he was still no less valuable. She wished that Antonije would adore her and the Cover - but she would settle for bitter resentment and mild obligation.
"...Fine," Antonije said reluctantly. He stared at Bruce and Bruce would feel a mild probing effect, but it was clear that Antonije wasn't really trying and Bruce would be able to resist easily.
"Antonije, now!" Constance snapped. She knew who Bruce was and didn't want him to stick around for tea. They couldn't afford another tragedy.
Jenna's eyes widened as soon as she found that Sig-Bitch owned a mine in the 1780's. Her thoughts flickered back to the mine that she had 'pretended' to be lost in. It had had strange markings and carvings on the wall. "Wait, I know where Riley is!" Jenna exclaimed. She shot a quick text to Abe ~Riley in Silver Mine~ and then looked at her cousin. She just nodded absentmindedly at Heather - yes, they were looking into it, but Jenna had figured it all out. "Come on, we can talk more about helping each other out on the way there," Jenna said, before she ran out of the library and considered running home to get her car.
She looked behind her, wanting to see who would emerge to follow her. Even if no one did, she'd still make her way to the mine. Riley had to be there. It made sense - those strange symbols. And her gut told her that if she investigated the sequence of events, it would turn out that Riley had to have been moved there after she sent Finley and Declan there on a wild goose chase. And if the demon was worried about werewolves, it was the perfect place to hide.
"It isn't anything important Ellie, do not worry," he responded in English, before he nodded along with her suggestion of getting out of there. "We probably have over stayed our welcome here, that is for sure, come along," he said before he went straight out the door, gathering the files and such that they had grabbed along the way, making sure they weren't missing anything.
Ellie raised an eyebrow, hardly convinced by Erik's dismissal. If it was so unimportant, then why destroy the file? She made a mental note to ask Charles about it later - maybe if she promised to try reading an English book, he'd be willing to pry the information out of Erik's mind for her. She let the subject drop for now, flipping off Carolina as they left. The woman rubbed her the wrong way and the young mutant followed Erik out the door. "Où allons-nous?" Ellie asked, curious if they were going back to the mansion already or not.
He just shook his head as he started heading down the hallway, away from the other two, when he noticed something strange. This time as they made their way down the hallway, he noticed that the cameras seemed to be on, and were watching them. He glanced slightly at Ellie, "We need to hurry," he whispered to her as he picked up the pace of walking down the hallway, they had yet to run into anyone though.
Ellie glanced up at the cameras, pulling a marble from her pocket and speeding it up, but she missed and cursed under her breath. If she could flawlessly shatter things in Charles' home, why would her aim just suddenly be off? Kicking herself, she nodded and walked faster with Erik. He was old enough to be her father - maybe her grandfather even - and she figured that he knew what he was doing in this situation. The torn up file still bothered her, however.
Soon, before they could exit the hallway, the pair of them were met with guards, and a lot of them. There were several of them, and they instantly fired shots at them with guns. Erik let out a bit of a sigh, before he blocked all of the bullets fired their way, stopping them in midair, all except for one that is. He hadn't noticed a group appear behind them, and one of them fired off a shot. Hearing it, he turned and the bullet entered his right arm, causing his focus to break and the bullets he had stopped to drop from the air.
"Connards!" Ellie screamed at the guards. As Erik's focus stopped, Ellie's eyes flashed red as she held her hand out, palm flat, and the next round of bullets came to a stop. "You didn't show us mercy - so I won't show you any, mes amis," Ellie said flatly, her eyes still bright red as she reversed the velocities on the bullets and sent them speeding back towards the guards that had shot of them. Half of them were killed almost instantly. "Erik, ce n'est pas grave?" she asked hopefully.
"I am alright Ellie, do not worry, just a simple gunshot wound, nothing to worry about, it isn't too serious," he said as he grabbed her arm and took off into the air, before landing on the other side of the group who was still standing. He stopped the next round of bullets as he used them to shatter the glass doors and he raced over to their car. "Get in, now Ellie!" he said as he got into the drivers seat and started the car.
Ellie jumped into the car, flipping off the guards before she used her powers to speed the car up. It wasn't going as fast as she wanted it to, but it still was giving them a bit of a head start on any pursuit and made the entire acceleration process a lot quicker. "We should get ya some medical attention, mon ami."
"We have bigger things to worry about right now," he responded as suddenly there were sirens blaring behind him as he weaved the car in and out of traffic. "Looks like we have some company..." he said as he flipped a parked car and it landed in front of the nearest chase car.
Ellie sighed, flipping on the radio before she stood up in her seat. She had a fairly decent sense of balance and she got an idea, looking at the chase cars. Her eyes flashed red as she accelerated the front half of two cars, and then she flexed her mental muscles, manipulating the back halves to a sudden stop and near change in direction. The force caused two of the cars to rip apart and Ellie let out a victory screech. "I win, Erik! I got two, you only got one connard! Hahahaha!"
"It isn't a contest Ellie, we need to lose the rest of them before we head back to the mansion," he said, before he flipped a few other cars into the paths of the police vehicles. "So we might be racing around for a while..."
"Anythin' can be a contest if ya make it one," Ellie argued, using her powers to cause the cars chasing them to speed up backwards. She pouted slightly when they didn't hit anything. "Ya know, someone that was super fast would be so convenient right now...."
"That it would be when you think about it. And nothing should be a contest like this, especially since we are running for our lives at this point, give me a moment..." he said, before he slowed down the car and went down a few side streets, before he pulled into an alleyway and stopped the car, he was waiting to see if they were caught or something.
Ellie turned off the radio, thinking that having it blasting probably wouldn't help. "I think killin' idiots who fired at us without provocation can be a contest," Ellie argued. She sat down in her seat, just waiting to see if anyone would come after them. She had been having a lot of fun, messing with the cars like that. There was something that just felt good about it.
They were hardly stopped for a few moments, before a cop car found them, but this time, he wasn't planning on letting them go. He held up his left hand, before he proceeded to crush the car, shutting the siren off and smashing the radio inside. He didn't let go until the car was in somewhat of a ball, killing the two inside of it. After another few moments, he started up the car and started driving towards the mansion again, not saying anything.
She gave him a smile, watching as the destruction remained in the rearview mirror. This is what the world deserved. This is what humanity wanted to do to them - so why shouldn't they give them a taste of their own medicine? An eye for an eye, after all. "This is progress, mon ami." She gave Erik another smile. Unlike Charles, Ellie was certain that Erik was the real deal - a leader willing to take risks and fight for what was right, not just sit around with a trust fund in a mansion.
"It does not matter Ellie... There is more important things to do... Preferably with the information we just got, hopefully the random files you grabbed have something useful in them, along with the rest that we found already..." he said in response, just driving towards the mansion still.
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