"You need to learn how to strut, Lando," Guin said simply, as she walked up to her favorite cherry red ferrari in the garage. She took the keys from the windshield where Tony had stashed them and got in, firing up the engine. She kept one hand on the wheel, her other arm in a cast that she just let rest in her lap. She then reached into the glovebox a moment later, taking her hand off the wheel, and she pulled out a pair of shades. Putting them on, Guin gave Lance a smile, waiting for him to get into the car as she turned the engine on.
"First, do you really think our parents are going to be able to stop us?" Guin pointed out. "Legend of Zelda and the rest are too focused on Sterns. Second, they don't know what they're getting into. And third, Dad freaking left me behind to go and get himself killed - so I'm going to England, whether or not you want to come along. So get in or go upstairs and tell Pepper, I don't care," Guin said. Her impulsive nature was guiding her towards this choice. As well as to a certain extent, teenage rebellion.
Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Robotics Lab ---> Main Area
"Thanks Cass," Guin said, as they scrambled into the robotics lab. She went up to the console and pressed her hand down, activating a handprint scanner before she punched in a quick passcode. One of the panels on the wall then rotated to reveal an Iron Man suit and Guin ran over to it, stepping up into the footholds. She was six inches shorter than her father, so the mechanism to "resize" activated as the legs were shortened to match. F.R.I.D.A.Y. was booted into the suit and she couldn't help but feel a bit bad for P.H.I.L. "P.H.I.L., help J.A.R.V.I.S. out some - get on data analysis," she told her A.I.
"Oh, and P.H.I.L.? Make sure F.R.I.D.A.Y. plays a banger, okay?"
"Yes, Ms. Stark. I am sending a banger to F.R.I.D.A.Y. now."
"Good, now look through security footage actually first, prioritize looking for Pietro - let me know the instant you find anything," Guin added to her A.I. She gave Cass a mock salute before she took off out of the lab, going through a hole in the wall one of the Sentinels had made, and she rejoined the fray in the main room. There was just one Sentinel left, thankfully, but she had this gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. Where the hell is Pietro?! she couldn't help but think.
She flew up above the remaining Sentinel and activated the unibeam, sending a powerful blast down. Even as she did damage to it, the tin can was still standing and it made her blood boil. She wanted to meet the engineers that were responsible for making that death machine. And likely kill them - seeing Muscles in all of that pain, with even more injuries...A bit of darkness blossomed in her heart at that sight. She wanted to strangle Jakobsen.
Folly Valeska
Location: Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area
Folly smiled approvingly - things were going well against the Sentinels. Seeing Palla Latchi hurt himself wasn't pleasant, but there was also just one machine left and he'd have to rest now, with his condition. Luckily, speedsters had a faster regenerative ability than most - though she had them all beat in that regard. She was the only one there that could take a lethal blow from a Sentinel and shrug it off. "I like the little blonde one," Folly mused, as Sara copied Pietro's speed and she ran off. She then jumped up at the one Guin had targeted, managing to do a bit of damage to it.
"Damn it, has anyone seen Ayita?!?!" Damon shouted again, having been pretty much ignored. His dragon went off course, missing the Sentinel completely, and the color drained from his face. That wasn't a good sign. The dragon was the hardest tattoo to control and for it to miss like that...he was worried that once the Sentinel was fallen, they might have another, bigger problem to deal with. "Dragon, come back!" he shouted, but the parasite resisted him, continuing to fly around the room.
Folly then landed, going over to Pietro. "Hoćeš li živeti?" she asked in Serbian.
"... Verovatno. Mislim ... Samo će malo uzeti malo ..." he responded, coughing a lot.
Folly nodded. "If you think you'll die, let me know....I'd rather it be by my hand than a Sentinel's."
"... Uh ... U redu ..."
Dean Kesseli
Location: OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)
Dean sighed. Richard hadn't played Get Help before and Charlie seemed to just be ignoring him. Add into the fact that Ayita was shooting down her friend's plans and Dean was getting a major headache from all of this. He wasn't even the one in charge of this little mutinous group and he was stressed from it all - he couldn't even begin to imagine what Mary's life was like, having to be put in these situations all of the time. "Honestly, we're all a bunch of freaking idiots, no point calling them names when we did the same exact thing," Dean muttered. He was getting sick of all of this.
"Well, Thalia...What kind of stuff are you still capable of doing?" he asked her. He could see that she had some sort of flaming hairball sort of deal going on, but her notion of ~should have talked to Jade~ was giving him an idea. "Since if you're still able to do time things....Then maybe we can talk to his fiancée or whatever, right? Unless...unless you saw something that'd suggest otherwise, Ally?"
Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington Interacting With: Olivia
Scott noticed the face she was giving him when he said Seattle - and given that she had to ask where they were, he was guessing that she wasn't from this part of the country. While it struck Olivia as weird, Scott didn't find it to be so. He had watched a girl get murdered across the country in one of his dreams. Alaska Airlines seemed to be sponsoring all of this craziness. "Got it, Blondie," he said with a smirk.
He didn't think she could do anything to him - could someone that wasn't actually there smack him? He doubted it. And if it was possible, at least she didn't look to be holding a ghostly gun to shoot him with. "And yeah, guess you can say I'm telekinetic," he answered, taking another sip of his water. "Guessing you got super sick, blew chunks, and then grew those chunks back?" he chuckled.
Location: Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 109: Andy's Bedroom ---> the Mill Skills: N/A
Fully dressed in an outfit that she actually loved - the pink dress was never quite her thing but she understood the need to fit in with the time period - Andromeda left her room and locked it behind her. Perhaps it was a carry over habit from her college days, when drunk students would stumble into whatever dorm room was unlocked and not bother to check that it was their own - or maybe a wariness that the Cards and the Watch might leave a prank in her room while she was out with Gil on a mission. She had no idea how long she'd be gone for and she didn't want to take any chances. Her room was her personal, private space - and she appreciated that. They could have easily gotten a large room and tossed in a bunch of sleeping bags for the Paradoxes and told them deal with it. They certainly didn't need to give them precious objects from their previous life either.
She arrived at the Mill a few minutes later, a bit of excitement and tension building in her stomach. Her curiosity about Evelina's whereabouts was largely replaced by an intense curiosity about where she'd be traveling to. While she spent fifteen months training with the Emendators and Belladonna, she hadn't gotten to experience everything yet - she had just scratched the tip of the iceberg. Everything was a brand new experience still and it put a smile on her face. Maybe one day she'd look back at this time with nostalgia - assuming she survived that long - as a time where life was lived to the fullest...and where each day brought something new and surprising and interesting. But she truly doubted it - every day at Ville au Camp, despite the repetition of the loop, was starkly different than the day before.
Cecily could appreciate the sentiment, but she wasn't actually Rogue. She wasn't part of the most ill fated mutant romance and she hadn't once absorbed the psyche of Ms. Marvel by accident. She didn't even know if she would qualify to be a Morlock. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd be able to survive Thanos' snap - but beyond that, Cecily didn't think there was anything special about her. The closest thing she had to a noted trait would be the ability to find herself getting deeper and deeper into whatever this mess was. Wallace had died so soon. And then Natasha after him - what was to say that she wouldn't be next herself? She wasn't a badass like Caesar - she wasn't famous like Riley.
She was...just Cecily. "I...I...I need t-t-to talk to Dr. Strange's fiancé first..." Cecily stammered. Her breathing was coming by a bit easier, after she admitted to Roy how terrified she was, but the fear was still there. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder every minute, expecting to see the nuzzle of a gun. "...Bye..." she squeaked as Roy hanged up the phone. She looked down at the phone, feeling completely lost even though she knew what she had to do. She needed to break this down into baby steps. Step one was to stand up off the ground. Step two was to find a way to get to the airport. Step three was to check for information from Lincoln. Step four to send that on to Roy.
But step one felt completely impossible and she gave herself another minute to just breath, holding her head in her hands.
The Bus - Hassenstadt, Latveria Region, Serbia: August 30th, 2020 - 1:00 P.M.
Please specify what level and what area your character is on
@FantasyChic: Raynor glanced over at Tempest and shrugged. This was his ninth year working in the field out of the academy. He had gone through Operations and maybe that was why he was so cocky as he walked from the Lounge into the Command Center. There was a glass barrier of sorts in the shape of a crescent, but it didn't do much to keep it separate from the Lounge beyond a Hey, this is a new area! sort of vibe. "Agent Abercrombie, you wanted to talk with me?" Raynor asked, his hands folded behind him. In this close proximity, Tinley would be able to notice his necklace. His thoughts were a bit more difficult to hear than they had been a moment ago.
Dominika Novikova
Location: the Lounge (Level Two) --> Cargo Hold (Level One) Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive)
"I wouldn't protest," Novikova whispered back to Maria, smirking slightly. She rolled her eyes at Sami, but the shades she wore all of the time prevented anyone from seeing. Only Maria was close enough to look behind the lenses and see the distinct eye rolls and sarcastic glances of the one and only Dominika Novikova. As the others went to go get geared up, Novikova considered going after Sparky, but she figured that her friend wanted some alone time. And as Tinley announced that she wanted to speak to Raynor in the Command Center - an area right next to the Lounge without much of a barrier - Novikova decided to clear the area.
She went down the spiral staircase, heading to the cargo hold. There were grey bins filled with just about any weapon that an agent could want, but it wasn't the weapons that Novikova was after. Or at least, not entirely. She grabbed the kit of drones, figuring those would be useful for any sorts of infiltration, as well as a multipurpose toolkit. They combined easily into a sleek black backpack of sorts that she slung over her shoulder. She grabbed a comm device and put it in her ear, the wiring wrapping around to make it secure.
However, the one thing she wanted above all else looked entirely unremarkable. It was a watch, something Agent Fitz had drawn up based on the watch Agent Stark used to use - only this one was weaponized. It had scanning capabilities, infrared sensors, and could deliver a shock to an enemy if in close quarters. However, when Novikova tapped it twice, a solid holographic shield emerged with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. Shield combat had been something she managed to pick up, but she was more hoping this invention would keep her from getting shot. "Thank you, Agent Fitz," she mumbled, tapping the watch twice again and the shield collapsed.
There was then another announcement over the intercom - "We are currently flying over the woods outside of Hassenstadt. If you look to your left, you'll see the so called Mt. Doom. Anyone need to throw some jewelry inside? No? Get ready, we're landing in a secure location in ten."
Location: Headland: E. Main Street (E7) Skills: Athletics, Survival, Russian
He had dreamed about his reunion with Tatiana regularly, using it as a piece of hope to center himself. He never had imagined it quite less like this - but her kiss stirred things in him all the same and he nodded. She wasn't the same person he had married about a year ago - but at the same time, he wasn't the same person she had married anymore. He didn't hesitate to nod in affirmation. Hell, he wouldn't bat an eye at torturing the sons of bitches that kidnapped Jamie. He watched and waited as Tatiana struck, his heart clenching for a moment as he heard the sound of a baby crying - it had to be Jamie.
With his baby right there, he wasn't going to risk firing off his gun - and he only had four bullets left. Jumping over the roof of the car with all of the fabulousness of a Disney prince, he went for the man that had Tatiana pinned to the ground. It was one hell of a struggle, with Jack barely managing to get a hold of him, but his wife and child were one hell of a strong motivator. Eventually, Jack managed to get his arms around the man, despite the fight he was putting up, and he lifted him off of his wife. However, lifting a struggling man was by no means an easy feat and the two of them stumbled backwards, creating a Car-Jack-Foe sandwich against the orange vehicle. He wasn't able to shove him off or anything quite yet, but at least he was off of Tatiana.
"Prinesite yemu nozh, solovey!1"
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quincy: Inside House (D13) Skills: N/A
Beatrice kept in her dominatrix pose throughout the gritty and messy ordeal, watching Thalia carefully. She knew that she'd pull through this - Thalia was strong. She was a Gonzalez, whatever that was supposed to mean, Beatrice honestly didn't know but it seemed to be important. Once the job was done, Beatrice got off of Thalia and off of the table, doing a few light stretches on her legs. She then pushed a bit of stray hair out of her face, raising an eyebrow as Thana went off - only to return with a can of O's.
"Got it," Beatrice acknowledged Thana. It made sense and she'd take the job seriously. Manny was an emotional mess at best and Alex was missing a limb. Thalia hadn't even woken up yet, but she also joined the limbless category. She walked away from Thalia for a moment, retrieving her bow from where she had left it, before she came back over and looked at the three left with her. "Anyone who makes any idiotic choices will become target practice," she then said simply. She never had quite been put in the leadership role before, but it seemed like something Thana would have said. Beatrice was used to either being the lone wolf or being a pack member - never the pack leader.
"Excuse me, but you are going to die in there," a little girl with a cute yellow dress informed the two teens. The older - a towheaded boy with shadowed blue eyes - just scoffed at the girl, motioning for his girlfriend to follow him inside. She was dressed in a faded and worn witch's cloak, likely purchased at a secondhand store, and her hands were covered in various rings. All of them had been promised to her by a traveler to contain genuine Magyk and serve any budding witch well - but none of them were real.
"Are you sure it's still here?" Anathema - called Annie by her friends - asked with curiosity. Her ginger curls seemed to provide just about the only light in the shadowed halls. Terrence - the boyfriend - nodded, snickering at her.
"Are you scared, Annie?" he asked, striking a match and lighting a torch. Her eyes were brown, yet they had started to turn blue - ever so slowly. His own eyes had turned blue about two months back, having previously been a boring black, as if his pupils were filled with dead beetles. Anathema punched his shoulder, nearly causing him to drop the torch.
"I told you, I'm not scared Terr," Anathema interjected. "So where did it happen - the fighting?"
"From what my mom told me, everywhere," Terrence replied. His mother was the head of the Port Authority and never really struck that proper work-life balance. She hadn't even realized that Terrence had been regularly sneaking out in the middle of the night, practicing Magyk and attempting to summon from the Other in the old Port Witch Coven house. He'd taken to keeping his hair long, long enough to hang over his eyes and help to obscure their new shade of blue that resulted.
"Hey, check it out!" Anathema said, pointing at something that seemed to be stirring upstairs. She ran up the rickety staircase, some of the wood rotten from the blood and about to fall off. The insects weren't helping at all, doing a number on the place. No one would purchase the home due to the history and it had become a property of the Port Authority.
"Good eye, Annie," Terrence said with a grin, hugging her from behind and giving her a kiss as they entered what had been Malekith's room. There were blood stains all over the place, but most of the implements Malekith had owned were removed and sold at auction. "This is where the Wendron Witch Mother died," he whispered in her ear.
"Say more horrible things," Anathema replied with a grin. Her eye was drawn to something like dust on the floor. She broke out of her boyfriend's arms and knelt down, running her hands over the dust. It had a strange quality to it - it moved like sand, yet she could feel energy and life coursing through it.
"I think I figured out how she died - Jadis," Terrence explained. Anathema didn't look over at him, just running her hands through the sand. She didn't hear a single word that he said, all of it turning into just noise as she continued to play with the strange substance. "Annie? Are you even listening to me?" Terrence asked, stepping forward and resting an arm on her shoulder.
Anathema turned and gave him a smile. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispered, before she gathered up the sand on her palm and blew it at him. As if it was deadly acid, Terrence began to dissolve before her eyes, until he too was reduced to sand. Anathema picked him up, scooping his remains into her hands as she started to play with them, her eyes glowing pink. She too then disintegrated into nothing, the sand swirling around the room before it burst out the window and headed into the night air.
"They never listen..."
Langatóftir - Four Years Ago...
Nestled within the mountains, there was the village of Langatóftir. To the west and down the slope was the sea, allowing many to travel and become traders, selling their wares to various countries - yet the Small Wet Country Across the Sea above all else. To the east, the mountains climbed ever higher until they sloped down into a valley, revealing the seat of the throne of the Land of Long Nights - the city of Fljotshverfi. But Langatóftir's more practical neighbor is Skogarstrond, practically its twin if such a thing were possible for settlements.
And while it's proximity to open waters on its western side has been a blessing for those who wish to become traders, today it is a curse. Two hours after the sun has reached its peak in the sky, the Fjándmaðrvǫllr arrive. They hold no legends and no stories, none recognizing their work behind the destruction of nine villages in the Land of Long Nights. If it were not for their own sense of pride, they would not even have a name to rally underneath.
"Herrer, du vet hva du skal gjøre," the leader, Grimhild, said simply. "Ikke la noen historier gå."
"Ja, heks Messias," one of the men responded, before the raiders descended upon the unsuspecting village. Unlike movies and films where such attacks are romanticized, it is anything but kind and romantic. Driven on with supernatural strength, as if the gods had meddled in the outcome of the fight, every warrior Langatóftir could produce fell to the blades of the raiders.
The women and children were not so lucky. Those with the more merciful fate were simply killed. Others were defiled prior to this, with each attempt to stop it falling upon deaf ears. The Fjándmaðrvǫllr were thorough, ushered on by their leader. Her piercing pink eyes surveyed the scene, as she instructed her men to grab the valuables and torch every building once it had been cleared - regardless if some person was still inside.
By the time the Fjándmaðrvǫllr withdrew, holding some of the women as pleasure slaves, the village had been desolated. Unbeknownst to them, Cuyler Eysteinsson had survived. Others returned to the village days later, in order to trade, only to find it reduced to ruins. One of these was the brother of Ravyndra Locke, a traveling bard by the name of Myth the Muse.
Eventually, as word reached the crown, King Alvis came to the conclusion that Reykjarholl, a village known to be a respite for the dredges of the Land of Long Night's society, had been responsible for the raid. All abled body men in the settlement were beheaded. And the Fjándmaðrvǫllr remained as less than legend.
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 9:00 AM
No one will be getting a character specific update here this time. I trust you all so you are allowed free reign on how you wish to start your morning. If you have any questions, please reach out to ask. General details have been included below for events of interest. Character specific updates will resume next update.
It was the dawn of a new silver age for the Small Wet Country Across the Sea, with the Castle finally experiencing some much needed stability. After Nera Hawthorn had been exposed as the murderer of Queen Meliscente, ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya had helped Queen Valda to spread the word about the horrific deeds. The scribes of the Manuscriptorium wrote pamphlets on it, and while public opinion about Queen Valda is hardly the best, they no longer think she committed matricide.
Instead, the most common criticism of the new Queen of the Castle is that she is wild, young, and inexperienced - the polar opposite of Queen Meliscente in every way imaginable aside from eye and hair color. Perhaps surprisingly, only the Alchemists seem to have no quarrel at all with Valda, proclaiming her to be a breath of fresh air in these dark times - especially with all the Magyks coughing up blood left and right lately...
The Port Witch Coven - now reformed as the One True Coven - continues to be a formidable threat to the Castle. More and more witches and warlocks are joining its ranks, claiming that Fleur is the messiah that witchcraft needs now, more than ever. Some gossip that this mysterious Sickenesse can be only cured by the so called Witch Messiah and will be used for some deadly purpose. Others whisper in low light about the return of the Supreme - and of course, those from the Land of Long Nights look to the heavens, hoping that Nova will come down and cure their loved ones of their ailment, while cursing Halley for this chaos.
Today is a special day, however. At sunset (estimated to be 8:30 PM by Mavis Moll, Senior Alchemie Apprentice to Selesia Rincewind), there will be an open wedding at Wizard Tower, between Myth the Muse and Bruce Banner. The ceremony will be one traditional to the Land of Long Nights and Norse legend, including an exchange of ancestral swords - and a sacrifice to Thor, the God of Thunder. All who wish to attend should be in the Wizard Tower promenade at the end of Wizard Way no later than 8:15 PM. Members of the wedding party should plan to arrive at least two hours prior to the wedding. Bruce's sisters, parents, grandparents, aunt, and great-uncle will arrive before noon and meet the Banner family at their home on Alchemie Way before the ceremony.
Tristan is expected to spend the day in the company of Princess Luna, with the Queen Valda having an appointment with the CHS for approximately noon. It's a routine appointment - more or less a royal check up on one of the Castle's key institutions. Wizard Tower had already been inspected the week prior and the Grand Chamber of Physik and Alchemie has been scheduled for an inspection the following week.
As for the Eastern SnowPlains, news has reached Empress Astris of Prince Tristan's intent to marry Princess Luna. For Princess Luna to accept his proposal would be aligning the Small Wet Country with the Land of Long Nights in the brewing war - yet to reject it would be, in essence, affirming the side of the Eastern SnowPlains and pledging to follow them in battle. Emperor Taj has cautioned Valda to not make this choice lightly - and that while Luna's heart should be considered, so should the wellbeing of her people. The longer an answer can be delayed, the better...Hopefully, by then, tensions will have calmed down.
Skaoi and others skilled in Physik will likely have their hands full. If it isn't the infirmary at the Palace as it was before, it's now the sick bay at Wizard Tower. It's become overcrowded, forcing a tent to be set up on the Palace lawns - the only large green space with access to the river - in order to serve as a supplement facility for others with the Sickenesse.
Arya:
First Symptoms: March 29th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Valda:
First Symptoms: April 22nd
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Atkin:
First Symptoms: March 12th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Fleur:
First Symptoms: March 14th
Current Stage: One
Symptoms: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Only those with a Physik skill or who make a successful check will be aware of these stages. Message the GM for a check if needed~
Stage One: Minor fatigue, headaches. All around feeling awful but can still function more or less normally. Some Physik remedies can help ameliorate symptoms temporarily. -1 on all physical checks.
Stage Two: Significant fatigue, abdominal aching, nose bleeds, bloody stools. You can get by if you live a sedentary life, but people can tell there's something wrong pretty immediately. -3 on physical checks, -1 on Mental Checks.
Stage Three: Skin turns pale or grey, eyes turn black, veins turn dark. All symptoms of stage two exacerbated. Most have to remain in bed at this point or risk worsening their health further. -5 on Physical rolls, -3 on Mental.
Stage Four: Comatose. All symptoms of stage three are still present. Stage four always advances to stage five within one week.
Stage Five: Death.
Date listed is when initial symptoms began~
Blaise Rowland - February 21st - Stage One
Marya and Medea Magnisky - May 2nd - Stage One
Bernice - February 21st - Stage One
Jarvis Yule - April 17th - Stage Two
Constance Langdon - May 2nd - Stage Two
Asha the Magykal - April 28th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest in the Big Wild Land)
Badger (Rhys' Apprentice) - April 30th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest in Rhys' Home)
Date listed is when initial symptoms began~
Ordinary Wizard - March 30th - Stage Four (Comatose, housed at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Apprentice - February 14th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Apprentice - February 25th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - March 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 10th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 2nd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 3rd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 2nd - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - April 10th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - February 5th - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Ordinary Wizard - May 1st - Stage Three (Confined to Bed Rest at Wizard Tower Sick Bay)
Young Witch, Age 16 - February 9th - Stage Two
Young Witch, Age 12 - February 14th - Stage Two
Young Witch, Age 14 - February 5th - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - April 19th - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - February 2nd - Stage Two
Ordinary Apprentice - February 3rd - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - April 22nd - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 8th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 26th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - April 4th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - February 11th - Stage Two
Ordinary Wizard - March 27th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - March 31st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - May 2nd - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 21st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 1st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 12th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 18th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 25th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - May 1st - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - February 23rd - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - March 6th - Stage One
Ordinary Wizard - April 16th - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - May 3rd - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - March 17th - Stage One
Ordinary Apprentice - May 1st - Stage One
Young Warlock, Age 6 - February 2nd - Stage One
Young Witch, Age 12 - February 27th - Stage One
Young Witch, Age 9 - May 4th - Stage One
Adult Witch - February 3rd - Stage One
Date listed is date of death~
Death of a One True Coven Witch - February 7th
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - April 30th
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - March 31st
Death of an Ordinary Wizard - April 12th
Arya Rincewind
Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor
Arya had finished getting dressed for the day, preferring to start her morning with tasks that did not involve Magyk. To her, it was like trying to walk around without using one's left hand at all. Sure, it was an easy task in theory - but in practice, it was incredibly difficult. Especially since she hadn't let anyone know that she too was feeling ill - to have the ExtraOrdinary Wizard crumble in these times...No, it wouldn't do. She had to put the wellbeing of the Castle before herself.
Standing in the kitchen, she stared at the kettle on the stove. She had been using Magyk to brew herself a cup of tea since she was nine years old and Rowland taught her how to manipulate various appliances. "Come on, it's just a cup of tea..." she muttered to herself. Her head was pounding slightly and she hoped the steam would allow her to alleviate her symptoms some. Atkin she was certain would laugh at her, seeing her debating risking her health further to use a Charm to make herself some peppermint tea for breakfast.
She went and grabbed the kettle, filling it with water before she set it in the fireplace. She had seen Atkin do this a million times - it couldn't be that difficult, could it? Grabbing the tin of tea leaves, she looked at them and the pot, before she dumped them all in. Wiping a bit of sweat that had formed on her forehead off, she then took the flint and tried to spark a flame. Nothing happened. She tried again and again, feeling the exertion of even the modest activity and still...nothing.
"Hotep-Ra's anus," Arya muttered under her breath. Fueled by her own frustrations, she tried to strike it again, this time getting a spark that caught the kindling - and allowed the heating of the tea water to begin. "How on earth do people live like this..." she muttered, shaking her head slightly, only to feel exhausted and sit down in the purple armchair to collect her thoughts for a moment.
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Attic
Myrus took a shaky breath, sitting on a dusty old crate in the attic. It was one of the few places where no one ever came looking for him. Up against the small window, there was an old servant's bed and he had more or less claimed it as his own. Ever since it had happened, he had felt lost and confused - adrift at sea. The nightmares were cruel and violent, yet nothing compared to the knowledge that every time he touched something, there was a chance that it might explode.
He tentatively picked up the book in front of him. He had gotten it from Larry's Dead Languages on Wizard Way in a rummage sale. Wearing cheap clothing and a cloak, no one realized he was Myrus Marcellus Silvers, the only son of the late Queen Meliscente. He became just another boy in the crowd and he found solace in that. His hands continued to shake as he read from the page. While the Castle did not have much of a religious presence, he had become a believer in the legends of the Land of Long Nights - of gods who could intervene in the affairs of man.
Maybe, if he prayed enough, they might fix him.
"Hail Thor, slayer of giants and trolls, defender of Midgard...
Darkness gathers on the horizon and troubling times lay ahead. I call to you for strength to face these challenges...
Mighty Thor, as you defend Midgard, so too shall I aid you in its defense standing up for the Earth and its people.
As you stride into Jotunheim to challenge the giants, may I have the courage to go forth and challenge those I oppose...
As you uncover deception and illusion in your travels, may I have the bravery to confront those who seek to harm with treachery...
And as you take great risk to fight for Midgard, may I persevere in the face of opposition for the sake of doing what is right.
So be it..."
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - the Basement
Antonije had begrudgingly adjusted to having less freedom than he had been accustomed to - as horrible as Constance had been to him, she more or less neglected him for a good portion of the year. He was able to live on his own, as well as come and go as he pleased. And while it was certainly lonely, Antonije was hardly a huge fan of people. Most people, in his experience, would stop at nothing and spare no one to get what they wanted. The world was filthy and cruel - so why be part of it?
However, as he looked at the warm sleeping creature in his arms, there was the hint of a smile on his face. He wondered what Тетка would say - though he had a feeling that Myth knew that Sylvi had spent the night with him. And that it wasn't by any means the first time. He pulled her a little closer to him, closing his eyes as he kissed her forehead softly. It was easy to see why she was born to rule a country - and his Silvija probably was the only person in the world pure enough to rule.
Silvija, wake up~ he prodded her mentally. However, Antonije didn't release his grip on her or even move to allow her to get dressed for the day. They had time before they'd need to get ready for Тетка's wedding - though, he guessed it was Bruce's wedding too. Kind of.
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Jenna continued to walk into the mine, a bit surprised at first by the high density of spirits. Yet, when she thought about it for a moment, it really was to be expected. Mines were dangerous places - even now, she had to be careful to watch her step or she'd end up actually spraining her ankle for real this time. Was it really that out of the question for loads of people to die here and remain behind to haunt the grounds? The symbols stopping and the voice singing sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn't about to stop.
"Who's there?" Jenna called out, walking in the direction of the voice. She assumed that Lydia would be right behind her, but she wouldn't blame her cousin if she left. She hadn't known Riley, so she had no reason to be in the mine at the moment. Jenna did - this was her first case in her mind and Riley made it personal. "What can you tell me about Asmodeus or Sigfried?" she asked, reciting the names of the two demons. "My name is Jenna....Jenna Rydzynski, I won't hurt you."
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