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Ember Grove - Reboot

Time:Evening
Location:Home
Mentions:@Tae Marius

”Silly girl.”

Millie's head shot up, unburying her face from her hands in an instant as his voice filled the kitchen. The blood drained from her face and she could swear her heart had stopped beating at that moment. She had not expected him to be home already. How much had he seen? His reaction to the spell's removal had been a moment she had lived in her dreams countless times yet she had never even given a thought to what could happen if he caught her in the act. Dread filled her and made her skin prickle as if an icy chill had come over her, numbing her brain. She could not bring herself to look at him as he approached. She heard the sound of something tumbling into the trash and knew what it had been without having to glance over. Her body stiffened and she gripped her knees. It might have been possible to convince herself it was just a nightmare until the moment he took her chin and forced her to look into his eyes as he asked her if she had been casting spells.

Then it became all too real.

She felt the urge to swallow but would not dare to do so. Her adrenaline began to surge so fast she thought she would vomit, but she could not bring herself to move. Even all these weeks of love could not erase the truth buried underneath him: this man was quite literally a cold-blooded killer. It felt as if her fear was a being who knelt in front of her in Marius's very spot, choking her tighter and tighter with his every word, foreshadowing her incoming doom.

Millie caught a glimpse of his fangs as his head descended toward her and she shut her eyes tightly, trying to force her eyelids down with every force of her being as her body scrunched up as if she could retreat inward and phase through the cabinet.

Then a simple kiss, much like any other he had bestowed her, reached her lips. Millie's eyes fluttered open as he pulled away.

” There, that should be sufficient punishment. Now don’t do it again.”

Millie stared at him without any ability to compute what was happening. It felt impossible to read him. Was he not angry with her? Was he furious and plotting something worse? Tears spilled down her cheeks as guilt broke through her wall of fantasy she had built up for so long. How could she have done this? Her voice was barely above a whisper as she let words finally tumble from her lips. "I-... I'm so so sorry... I was just scared. I-I needed to escape. I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. I thought if I took it off you'd hate me and maybe you do so if you want to kill me I understand. " Again, she shut her eyes to brace the worst.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time:Evening
Location:University Art Exhibition
Mentions:@masterducky@Helo@Milkman
Interactions:@Potter

Angel could not even say she was surprised when she watched Remy climb onto the back of the wolf. A surge of fear went through her but the wolf did nothing to hurt her so it quickly eased up. She sighed and decided it would be safer for Remy to be on an intimidating werewolf rather than running around this chaos. Sudden warmth caressed her skin and she whirled to watch fireballs zoom through the air as if to confirm her thoughts. This is actually insane. When had it turned into a supernatural zoo? Angel had no idea where all these freakshows were coming from but she had to admit if they all had a common enemy, she was glad they were here.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

She decided to take a quick assessment of the room to see what she was dealing with. The fedora-hat man was apparently a hunter, which was strange as she usually recognized most of them in town. Angel guessed he was apart of the Holy Saviors or some other off-brand knock-off hunter group. There was no need to assess him for more than a few seconds. Then she found the source of the fireballs. "What the fuck?"Angel uttered out loud without realizing it, making a few heads turn as they were running for the exit.

The dark-haired pyromaniac was the spitting image of the woman in the painting that she had glanced at while doing her rounds around the exhibit. It had been gaining quite a cult following, gathering the biggest crowd. There was no dispute. This was the same woman. If that was the case, then this girl had escaped somehow. This meant she could possibly know the way back. She was about to make her way over when she heard someone yell.

“Quick, shoot that damn wolf!”

The "damn wolf" the speaker was referring to was the one holding a certain Remy on his back so Angel ignored her impulse to run to the dark-haired woman immediately and first rammed herself into the gun-wielding vampire who she discovered as a vampire. Though she certainly did not trust the wolf, she was not risking Remy, and he was also useful for now. The vampire held his ground and quickly bit into Angel's shoulder ferociously. She cried out in pain as his bite sunk deep into her skin, radiating sharp pain through her upper body. The pain only pushed her fury as she got to work stabbing the back of the vampire before he could retaliate with his superior strength against her. Angel did not bat an eye nor display the slightest hint of remorse as the body slunk to the floor. Angel kicked the vampire aside without mercy.

Not caring to even cover her wound as blood trickled down her upper arm, she made her way like a bat out of hell towards Shay and grabbed her by the wrist, "How did you escape Sanguine Moon?! Do you know how to get back there? Tell me!" Angel's voice rose an octave as she assailed the poor witch with demands.

Ember Grove - Reboot

This is...a lot...and a little overwhelming, but by the gods I adore what I'm seeing.

I am definitely interested in joining, but want to dive deeper in the morning before I commit to anything. This RP looks incredible and I would love to be a part of it.

I'd definitely go Sinclair Foundation for my character 🙂.

@PapaOso

We'd love to have you. Join the discord when you can and I can help perhaps make things simpler for you :)

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time:Evening
Location:Home
Mentions:@Tae Marius

Flames engulfing a house with ravenous hunger on par with starved hyenas
Smoke billowing into the sky for all the world to see
A scream of ear-deafening despair

There was not much Emelie could do to escape these flashes but it was always that scream that rescued her from them. The hot air caressing her skin felt the same as it had at that moment. She leaned her palms on the counter-top, watching as tendrils of smoke emerged from the pot as the soup heated on the stove. Her hair was tied up in an overly neat bun and a frilly white apron laid over her blue dress. She lowered the heat and took a few steps away from the stove to move to the fridge. The container she pulled out from the back of the freezer did not contain ice cream like one might have hoped. After pulling a glove onto her right hand, she opened the container and took out a small, cold heart.

She gripped the heart of a frog in her gloved hand soon enough just as tightly as she held on to everything else in her life. In her other hand, she clasped a small bracelet, one of the many trinkets and gifts Marius showered her with. All she had to do now was cast the spell. These were the gifts she had given Marius nightly: dinner and a love spell. With each spell, she could feel a hole in her heart grow with the same force the love hit Marius. His words, his gifts, and his hugs all slowly filled the void less and less yet it felt like stopping would only break her heart into a million pieces. The feeling was like a vice on her heart, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring continuous pain.

Would it be from the dark magic? Or would it be from the fact she had to force this on him?

This was a cold, ruthless member of a vampire mafia. Had he really had ever loved anyone? He could never truly love her. Each time she cast the spell and the man went over heels for her, it was a reminder of that. Their life together was just a hopeless dream that she was too scared to wake up from. Millie had been casting these spells as if she had been taking sleeping pills to keep herself in this dream.

She deserved to be happy. After everything, there had to be someone that stayed at her side. Everyone she had dared let herself grow close to would always disappear even after she gave them everything. Marius seemed happier like this: not hurting anyone and just spending his days in the blissful glow of love. This was better than the violent life he had lived. He lived a life with a girl who would do anything and everything for him.

This is our peace.

Her mind went through the same circles nightly, trying to rationalize a way to run away from the guilt.

Teardrops fell on to the items in her hands, puddling in small clear pearls on top of the heart. "Why am I always hesitating?" She whispered under her own breath. Who was to say this did not count as real? What was real love anyway? If it made them both happier, why was it wrong?

That was when a voice from the past echoed in her mind. "Love is when you are willing to put others before yourself."

Millie bit down on her lip. She had tried so hard to forget that voice and yet here he was, surfacing in her mind to make things harder just as he had always done. Putting the other person hadn't worked out the time she had gotten that advice.

Maybe I'm just unworthy of love.

Glancing down at her shaking hands, she finally threw the heart on the ground and slid back against the island counter to sit on the floor, still clutching the bracelet. There was only maybe another half hour before the spell would wear off on Marius. There was no denying the pain this was bringing her and would ultimately be brought to the man she loved if she continued this selfish charade. The chance he'd just kill her when he found out was there and perhaps that was for the best.

Ember Grove - Reboot

For those looking to make characters here is what is welcomed:

1. Night order vampires --> Lawful Good Vampires
2. Circle of Ancients witches --> Lawful Neutral witches
3. Sanguine Moon vampires --> Neutral Evil vampires
4. Sinclair Foundation --> Chaotic Neutral vampires (Mafia)
5. Vollmund Kinder --> Neutral good werewolves
6. Holy Savior Hunters only --> Religious witch hunters

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Ember Grove - Reboot

Time:Evening
Location:University Art Exhibition
Mentions:@FunnyGuy
Interactions:@Milkman@masterducky@Tae

"You have no idea."

This boy seemed much more perceptive than the rest of the room, catching on to the sadness of the subjects and even to the perverted tastes of Alexander Drake. She had sighed with her response, folding her arms and rubbing them. Her mind threatened to reel her back into flashes of iron bars and blood on concrete but ironically Alexander's voice was the one to firmly grip her back to reality. He was leaving. Good riddance.

She glanced his way to watch him exit. This could be her chance here. She stepped forward as she heard Finn speaking dimly in corner of her mind only to halt as she noticed men entering the room. Her eyes were locked on the men as two stayed near the entranceway. She had been right to be paranoid. Something was very wrong. A feeling of dread overcame her. If she wanted to pursue her vengeance, she had to potentially leave these people to die. The men were dressed casually and to most everyone else, they'd probably assume it was nothing. Angel knew it wasn't. She had recognized the face of one of them from her time in Sanguine Moon's blood farm.

“Fuck." Angel muttered aloud and blinked, remembering Finn was there. She turned to him, his previous words echoing in her mind as she finally digested them and felt the corners of her lip twitch before her instinct to pull away could truly kick in. Someone really wanted to hang out with her? Her cheeks flushed. She usually was confident and a massive flirt, but the whole situation caught her so off guard that she felt like her stomach was going to plop out of her mouth on top of the handsome boy trying to spend time with her.

"Those men are weird!" A voice interrupted before she could reply.

The color drained from Angel's face as she turned and saw Remy. The word "no" was chanted so many times in her mind she felt like it was going to explode. "Remy! Why are you here!? You can't be here right now!" Angel cried, thoroughly stressed out. She should have known from the crayon fiasco that it was Remy's work. Angel tried to wrack her brain to start working correctly. They did not have much time. She glanced around as her eyes caught sight of a fire alarm.

A woman's voice then interrupted this time, appreciating Angel's dress. She looked over. It was the lady who had been talking to Alexander. She had assumed this was another vampire. She was calling her out now. What did this mean? She grinned at her simply, keeping her cool best she could. The woman started addressing the blonde boy with her which made her feel even more uneasy. Angel followed Finn's gaze. The men were coming toward them.

Finn started to claim that he had superpowers to Remy while Angel took her shoulders. "Remy. Go to that fire alarm over there and pull down that lever with all your might. After, get on that skateboard and make a run for the door. You need to get help. Find Sean or Valentin."

This was really happening here and now. Angel felt her heart sink as screams filled the room. It was soon replaced by a sense of fury that seemed to set her very being on fire. She ravaged through her purse for a dagger. There was not a day in her life that she left the house without a chemical-v soaked dagger. She removed it out of a bag and glanced back at the blonde. It became clear quite fast that he was more than capable of handling himself. Of course, he was a werewolf. Her luck.

She quickly went to work cutting a slit in the lace of her dress to increase her mobility. She kicked off her heels as well. Her head tossed back and forth a few times until she locked onto a target in the chaos of the crowd. A vampire had taken hold of a woman and was going to town on her neck. Angel moved across the floor as fast as her vampire foes and jabbed her dagger into the back of the vampire, sinking it in viciously. She waited a few seconds before yanking it out and watching the limp body hit the ground with a thud. She comfortingly rubbed the lady's shoulder as she hysterically cried, pointing her to a corner to hide in.

When Angel glanced back over in the direction of the boy, she did not find him. However, she did notice a gigantic wolf sinking their teeth into vampires. She had no idea how to feel about the situation. She had never spent much time seeking out werewolves, but Operation Humanity had taught them all about their man-eating tendencies. It seemed like he had been out to protect Remy and the other humans here, so she was going to put aside her opinion for now. Angel had been glancing toward Remy every so often to make sure she was okay.

"Everyone! Get behind me and Cujo here!" Angel yelled. Like it or not, the werewolf was probably the difference between life and death. The room was chaotic and people were all rushing around the door. It was too late for that and they were in the way of Remy getting out of here. Some of them thankfully started to listen and ran to stand behind her. She fixed her grip on her dagger and began to set her sights on her next victim. As long as she breathed, no one was dying here.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time:Evening
Location:University Art Exhibition
Mentions:@Helo@Tae@FunnyGuy
Interactions:@Milkman

It was funny how alcohol could make the most boring event much more entertaining. On her search to find Alexander, she had picked up on a lot of interesting individuals. She was halfway through her third glass of wine when she noticed some guy tipping at fedora. She bit her lip to restraint a burst of laughter, clutching her glass with both hands. Though, he was quite a catch despite the poor fashion choice so she winked at him while passing on her way, just for fun. Angel tended to enjoy chaos especially when she was inebriated. However, she was not drunk enough to completely forget how pissed off this whole thing made her. She was going to need more. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she paused. What if this was poisoned or something? If this guy was a mad-man enough to paint his victims and display them proudly, who knew what he would put in the drinks or even the food?

As if on cue, her eyes finally caught sight of him. There was no way she could forget the face of this man and she was sure it was him, dressed to the nines and talking to some other rich woman. The beautiful woman glanced her way and Angel averted hers quickly to avoid eye contact. She went to glance back towards the area after counting to ten in her mind when a voice startled her. She inhaled sharply, a little of her wine spilling on the floor as she whirled to look at him.

”So, you like the artwork? My personal favorite so far is the one with the mustache. ”

Angel quickly composed herself. Putting her hand on hip, she met the eyes of the young blonde man, she smiled at him as she replied bluntly, "No I hate it." The few who had spoken to her tonight had been shocked to hear her harsh criticism toward the paintings. Her intent had been for the distaste to catch on. "Literally the worst. However..." She tapped the mustache that was so clearly a new addition. She had overheard people talking about how they witnessed some kid draw on it with a crayon, "This is and only this is art."

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall
Interactions:@Potter

Malachi watched her curtsy thoughtfully. The girl inquired his name and took his hand, to which he gently held and moved upward while taking her by her waist with his other hand. "Hagmer." If anyone thought that Malachi wouldn't come prepared with at least eleven random names, they thought wrong. He carefully followed her gaze to see who she looked at. Another female elf and a fairy were her choices. His gaze locked on her ear for only a split second before he met her eyes. This was all he needed to look at for the moment. Without care to be nearly as charming with the question, he stated questioningly, "Name? And what brings you here?"

He wasn't interested in formalities. She was either friend or foe. Until he knew she was an ally, he wouldn't waste unnecessary breath. Dancing made him feel uncomfortable and he wanted this all over with already. This whole ball was just for them to pass information around then get out. Besides, he found the less information he gave out, the more the other person spoke in hopes of uncovering the mystery.