Riven Wight

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Izzy gave a heavy exhale shaky with emotion, and her gaze darkened at his ridiculing comments.
She could not--would not--lose. For Trevor’s sake, if nothing else, she had to put aside the gut-wrenching feeling about killing someone. No matter what shred of humanity he had shown her on the school rooftop, Cerasus was not human. He was a monster. But she only knew one sure way of doing the job, anything else falling under nothing more than speculation.
She held her ground as Cerasus stalked toward her, watching his every move, every tense muscle that might indicate his first strike.
“I am not your servant!” she snarled, then closed the remaining space between them, ready to bob or lean around any blows he attempted before trying to land an uppercut.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria glanced up at the anger in Alex’s voice, but quickly returned her head to her hands and leaned back in the chair. She took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm her still ferreting heart, and listened to the vampire and warlock talk, hearing their voices more than their words. Ever so slowly, the frantic beating in her chest slowed, the fear and adrenaline that had flooded her waning sluggishly.
Noticing Alex’s movement, she looked to him as he spoke to her. She looked away with a shake of her head and entwined her fingers in her long, dark hair.
“Like... like you said,” she began softly. “I would’ve been hunted, anyway.” Such a difficult concept to fully grasp, her being hunted. The whole things was insanity, and all because she could see the supernatural. “It’s not your fault.” She took a deep breath. “So. What do we do now?” She glanced to the front door as if expecting Nyaira to come barging back in with an army behind her.

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Outside, Nyaira paused on the opposite side of the street and glared up at the building as if her gaze alone could send it crumbling into dust. Luc would not be happy. But at least she knew the blood-compass worked. If it could find the girl once, she was confident it would find her again. And next time, she would not come alone.
She patted her back pocket to make sure the compass-watch was still there, then moseyed down the street a few blocks before pulling out her phone to give Luc an update.

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Izzy shook her head slightly with a snort at there being “no sport” otherwise.
“Even if you hadn't bothered to even the odds, I wouldn’t be ‘abandoning our battle,’” she said with only slightly more confidence than she felt.
A battle they were going to have in the open. In broad daylight. When this realization dawned on her, without thinking about it, she looked from Cerasus toward where the road wove its way through the fields a good distance away. If someone was somewhere around, or drove by while they were fighting...
Cerasus’ voice drew her attention back him, and she swiftly mimicked his stance, only with closed fists, her body angled slightly. Her brows twitched downward in confusion when he reassured her. He smelt no humans? Did that mean he was somehow unaware of Trevor?
It took Izzy a moment to realize he was referring to her friend. Anger bubbled in her and crossed her face at him being called “rations.” But that meant Cerasus did know Trevor was there.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she growled warily. “And I swear, if you so much as contemplate using him as ‘rations...’” Her fists tightened, her gaze boring into him with a surprising fierceness.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

A cold, knowing smile spread over Nyaira’s face and glittered in her scornful eyes as Illyad paused. “If that’s what helps you sleep better at night, pitoyable sorcier.”
She smirked as Illyad finished, before her expression turned into a pout. “But this is such a lovely home. It’ll be such a disappointment to not come back here.” Her expression changed as quickly as ever, returning to a mocking calmness, and her tone once more taking on a bored air. “Consider your advisement taken into account.”
Nyaira strode nonchalantly toward the front door, Victoria’s gaze following her. The woman opened the door, then paused and looked toward Alex.
“Until we meet again, Alex, dear.” Her attention shifted to Victoria, who inhaled, but refused to look away as her instincts demanded. “Victoria.”
The way the woman said her name sent a shudder down Victoria’s spine. But then, Nyaira was gone, hurrying out the door and down the hall beyond.
Victoria went to the nearest chair and sank into it with a groan, placing her head in her hands. “I-I’d ask if this day could get any worse,” she muttered into her palms, “but then karma would probably find a way to make it a ‘yes.’”

To Cure a Curse

Rayadell leaned against the door jam, watching Calanon help set the table.
“It’s kind of you to include us in your breakfast,” she commented before Calanon excused himself, making Thea jump slightly. Though her voice displayed little emotion, she meant every word.
Thea gave Rayadell one of her smiles, then opened a jar of jam and began spreading it on each slice of bread. “Of course, hon. It’s the least we can do for your troubles.”
A few minutes after Calanon left, Merek entered the kitchen, Thea flitting around the area as she poured out a couple glasses of fresh cow’s milk and added them to the table.
“Mornin’!” Merek greeted rather cheerfully when he noticed Rayadell, then went to sit at one of the chairs with a plate in front of it as Rayadell nodded her return hello. “I swear, Thea. You’re going to make our guests want to stay just for the food.” He picked up a fork and began eating.
Thea, who had moved to her own seat, gently whacked his arm with a towel she had used to quickly wipe up the counters. “Wait for our guests.”
“It’s fine, I assure you.” Rayadell slowly went to one of the chairs, turning it so its back was to her side, and sat. She leaned her staff against the table.
Thea glanced over and Rayadell’s gaze snapped up when Calanon returned, Merek too interested in a sausage to do more than give a quick wave.
Rayadell ate the slowest at the table, only half listening to Thea and Merek’s idle chatter. Once everyone was mostly finished, Thea stood, cleared away the empty plates, and grabbed both the rolled-up map and a well-worn satchel from where they had been leaned against a wall.
“I’ve packed a few provisions for you. It’s not much, but it’ll help.” Thea handed the items to Calanon. “There’re also a few coins in there, should you need them.”

Mystery Inc: No Trace Left Behind { Angel & Siaya }

Full Name: Nathanial Joshua Jones

Nickname(s): Nate or, if you want to annoy him, “J. J.” “Fixit Felix” and “Mr. Fixit” were a couple he gained in high school, and some people still use them every once-in-a-while, though he’s still on the fence about those.

Mystery Inc. Relation: Fred’s third cousin.

Age: 25

Appearance: Nate is quite the looker, from his slightly curled, brownish-blond hair that’s always fashionably messy no matter what he tries to do with it, to his pale blue eyes. Though usually clean-shaven, he has been slacking with shaving lately, so has stubble growing on his face, giving him a handsomely-rugged sort of look that he finds he rather likes. Though not very muscular, he is by no means scrawny, and stands at about 5’10.”

Distinguishing Marks: His hands are rough, and he has various scars and healing scrapes on them and his arms from his work, various outdoorsy activities, and DIY projects gone awry. His nose is also slightly dented in the bridge, as if it was once broken, but you have to know what you’re looking for to really notice it. Lastly, he has a small, pale scar on his right temple from when he was a teenager and an invention of his broke down and a scrap of metal from it assaulted him.

Clothes Wear: Outside work or other more messy projects, he’s never seen without a denim jacket, even in the dead of summer. During those summer months, or working on something, he usually keeps the sleeves rolled up. Usually he wears a simple t-shirt under his jacket, a pair of jeans, and either leather cowboy boots or some sort of hiking boots.

Accessories/Items: He keeps a Swiss army knife in his pocket, a loaded toolbox in the back of his truck, and has learned to keep a fair-sized first-aid kit in his glove compartment.

Occupation: Mechanic and handyman, with a tad bit of a side in plumbing.

Abilities and Weaknesses: Abilities: The man can fix just about anything. It’s just something he’s always been capable of doing, even before he started studying for it, and breezed through various certifications on the matter. He knows how to handle himself in a fight, having encountered a fair amount of them. Weaknesses: Computers. He’s pretty sure the things are against him, and go out of their way to make his life miserable. Especially since they’ve been getting installed in cars as of late. He’s quite horrible at first impressions, awkward around girls, and quite the klutz when he’s not fixing or building something.

Personality: Though he grew up being more of a loner, rarely venturing outside his own little shell, he eventually became a bit more social toward the end of high school. Now, he always speaks his mind, which has gotten him into his fair share of fights and arguments. He’s quite confident in what he can do, but is still pretty bad at talking to women as anything more than “one of the guys.” Regardless, he still tries to be fairly chivalrous. Despite all that, he tends to be extremely laid-back, light-hearted, and rarely takes things too seriously, and is an expert procrastinator who is quite frequently late to, well, everything. The only thing that’s kept him from being fired because of that are his mad skills. He is a bit messy, tends to go into things outside his expertise half-cocked, and is quite the go-getter, even to a fault.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: He tends to roll up the sleeves of his jacket when he’s thinking. Often fingers the stubble on his chin. Tags: Always gives people odd nicknames, sometimes even multiples to a single person until he settles on the perfect one. Interesting and rather unusual exclamations of surprise.

Short Bio: With his parents frequently out of town on various business trips, he often ended up spending time with Fred, who was only a couple years older than him. Nate and Fred attended school together for as long as he can remember. When his parents died in a car crash when he was about twelve, he went to live with Fred and his family.
He discovered his talent for fixing and building things early on, building impossibly impressive structures with Lincoln Logs, Tinker Toys, and anything else he could get his hands on to create some new contraption or another. This skill only grew, and he would often use it to ease work just as much to cause trouble… or both, when his invention to make something easier went wrong.
Though not one for reading, he did start to look more into various building manuals, wanting to expand his abilities that much further. Though he inherited a large fortune from his rather successful parents, even when he came of age, he paid it little stock, letting it grow and remain mostly untouched. Ignoring it, it seemed only natural for him to take on some sort of mechanic’s job, cars being one of his favorite things to take apart and put back together. So, not wanting to stay in Coolsville, as soon as he was able, he found himself a job a couple states away and made himself a new home in a small town where he quickly made a reputation for himself, and, if you ever need anything fixed, it was well known you go to him. However, he still kept in frequent touch with Fred, who was a brother to him.
When he first received news that the members of Mystery Inc. had vanished, for the first time in his life, he tossed his normal procrastinating self aside for a short while and set things up to take a couple months off to investigate everything himself. Alas, it took him nearly a month to get everything settled to be capable of returning to Coolsville, by which time the news headlines were flooded with the prison break.

Mystery Inc: No Trace Left Behind { Angel & Siaya }

Tribute Song

Theme Song

You read right: Mystery Inc. has disappeared. They’re simply gone. Vanished. Poof. It has mystified the authorities, and sent Coolsville into a panic. If they were kidnapped, then who did it? Did that mean that there was a villain running amok yet again, one who could come after anyone? If they had not been kidnapped, then had they abandoned the town, left it to deal with the strange and unusual? Did they no longer think the citizens worth the trouble?

Despite the many rumors that have begun to float around the town, two family members of those of Mystery Inc. refuse to believe they just up and left. It was impossible. The iconic five loved their job. There was no way they would leave. So, in their disbelief, wherever they were, our two worried, wannabe heroes dropped everything to find the truth. To prove that Mystery Inc. had not abandoned the town they so loved. And to prove the same to themselves as well.

And now, it has been announced that two villians have escaped custody: Scrappy Doo, and Dr. Jonathan Jacobo. The circumstances behind their escape are still unknown. The guards remember seeing nothing, and even the video cameras and other sensors of the prison picked up nothing. A simple glitch where the prisoners were there one second and gone the next was the only evidence.

Coincidence, or a dastardly scheme?

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

One moment, Victoria was looking at Illyad and Alex, and the next she was stumbling forward with a raspy inhale and Illyad’s back to her, Nyaira’s fangs bore in a snarl just beyond him. It took her a moment to realize what must have happened, a hand moving to rub the sore skin of her neck.
She startled slightly away when Alex all but appeared by her side. She nodded to his question. “Are you okay?” she returned, giving him a quick once-over, relief slowly settling in her chest at seeing him apparently unharmed.
Nyaira’s snarl slowly faded into an enraged glower as she regarded Illyad with a murderous glare. She had been so focused on accomplishing her mission, she had failed to consider who she would find the girl with.
Nyaira waved her hand breezily at Illyad’s insult, though her expression remained stiff. “Can’t blame a woman for trying,” she said, her voice as airy as her motion. Her expression changed to one of dangerous calm. “But if I don’t walk out of here with her,” she spared Victoria a glance, and took a slight step forward.
Victoria stepped closer to Alex and reached to grip his hand.
Nyaira looked back to Illyad “It won’t be just me you have to face. I found her once. No matter where you hide next, we will find her,” she enunciated each word darkly. “And I can’t guarantee there won’t be any… casualties.”

Schooled in Magic

@OfWindAndRain
Seriously, no worries. Just wanted to see how you're doing. :-)

I'm sorry to hear that. Ugh, calculus. I've never been capable of standing any form of math, so I kinda feel your pain. You can get through it, though! I could bring out the pom-poms and do a horribly coordinated cheer for you if you think that might help your mood.

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Izzy watched him warily as, instead of beginning the fight, he continued to speak, trying to not let his words get to her. Her brows furrowed and she looked at him disbelievingly at setting the rules. Blood would be spilled, but to him, that meant nothing. It was just another day in his life, a chance to play.
She gasped and staggered back when he hopped forward, placing a couple feet between them, his gaze enough to make her stomach do an uncomfortable flip. She could not bring herself to meet it for long.
Something tells me turning into a tree won’t do me much good, she thought bitterly at not having the same limitations on her vampiric abilities.
She inhaled and held her breath as he continued. She nodded stiffly when he finished, but stopped mid-action. “How do I know the moment I show any kind of promise, you won’t break your word?”