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Current *Dusts off the desk* Right, back to it then.
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I should probably dust this profile off and clean the place up a bit...
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It can do! I have a magical SoL going at the moment and it has an overarching plot weaved in
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In SoL, the 'goals' become the drama and interpersonal connections/histories players make with each other. Plus setting in in places like a school/college for example give you a timeline to work with.
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I could make one... But that means running it haha...

Bio



Thirty - Male - UK - GMT





Name: Jake. or just call me Hedge.
Age: 30
D.O.B: 08/08/1993
Personality Type:
ISFJ-T Turbulent Defender
Personality Role:
Sentinel
Personality Strategy:
Constant Improvement
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"You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others."
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About
Been at this game for a good while now. Starting RPing at the tender age of 15 back when Bebo was a thing. A year later I found myself forum Roleplaying and haven't really looked back since. Over these past ten years I have done practically every kind of RP you could imagine from Nation RPs and Arena RPs to 1x1s and Large group RPs. My last RP hobby was fighting RPs, which I have now decided to leave behind in order to pursue more SoL style Rps.

Outside of RP I am an aspiring writer, despite being terrible with words, as well as an avid gamer. If I am not on discord with the Guild or RPing in some way, I am probably on either my PlayStation or on Steam. Moved into D&D and ended up starting a podcast that has been an interesting journey.





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Welcome to Westpoint High! The one and only high school in the fictional town of Westpoint Ridge. Founded in the 1890's on the site of a former goldmine, the town has steadily grown into a nice little slice of American town living. At least that is what the brochures said. In reality the town has been on the decline since the 2008 finical crisis. Most of the towns infrastructure hasn't been updated, and public services, including the school has been underfunded.


Westpoint Ridge is the fictional setting for our High School RP. Based in Washington state it is perfectly situated to have everything you could ever want for a location: A coastline with a small dock, forests and hill surrounding the town and mountains only a short drive away. Plus it is only a couple hours from Seattle, so city amenities is just a short trip away!

Founded in the late 1890's by the Fray family, Westpoint Ridge was built on the remains of an old gold mine that has been raided clean of resources, leaving just an empty husk behind. Work began on filling the large mine shafts and converting the old workers barracks into actual habitable spaces. Decades of investment allowed the town to grow and expand beyond it's original gold mine boundaries, stretching just a little more to the west until it hit the coast and began to set up its own fishing industry.

This expansion would eventually halt in the mid 90s as government funding and private equity began to focus on building up large urban centres as the demands for city living rose. The town was hit pretty hard by the financial crisis of 2008 and as a result never truly recovered. Home values plummeted and crime rose, locking in a vicious cycle of deprecation that so far hasn't been broken. Afterall, what is the point in resurfacing the main street if it just going to get wrecked again several months later? The once wonderful small town appeal of Westpoint Ridge fell apart and now everyone is stuck in their own personal hell. Still, the town spirit has endured, somewhat. There are those that just want to make their lot in life and make simple living, even if that means ignoring the mould on the walls and the peeling paint on the exterior walls.


Westpoint High is the only high school in the town, and as such is full to the brim with students. Westpoint is stuck in that limbo state of having enough students for a school and a quarter, but no one has the funds, or the willpower to build a second High School, so everyone is lumped together. Add into that the meagre school budget, and the fact the school has been in deficit with it's building and ground maintenance for the past 15 years at least, and what you get is a school falling apart at the seams.

The school can provide the basics, but that is about it. You can get an education here, but it is not going to be anything special. Classes on offer tend to be anything that doesn't require any extra equipment due to costs. The schools science and arts classes are the most visibly hit by the restriction, with just the bare minimum legally required being offered. Extra-curricular activities tend to follow the same rule here as well. Sports are still offered mostly through donated equipment and the thought that winning certain leagues might confer cash prizes or grants.

Most students at the school are apathetic and aren't particularly interested in their studies or further education. Why bother studying when no one can afford college? And even if they could afford it, which college would accept people like them? No, 99% of the population are doomed to stay here in Westpoint Ridge, forever. So might as well enjoy your teen years while you can, before you slip into a life of mind numbing day to day survival, paycheck to paycheck.


Okay, onto the boring but important things basic rules firstly!

  • Standard Guild Rules - The usual stuff
  • IC and OOC are different things - Please be able to differentiate between them.
  • If you have any issues please bring them to Me or the Co-GM. Please bear in mind that we live in different timezones and might not reply right away. We do have lives.
  • If there is going to be any reason you can’t post, do keep us updated. I don’t need reasons, just an indication of when you will return.


In terms of posting, I don't want to have hard and fast deadlines, and have them as set in stone. I tend to find what happens is you get a rush of posts at the start of a new cycle, and then a dip at the end as everyone gets exhausted and bored and inspiration leaves everyone. Ideally I would like people to be posting every two weeks, but unlike a deadline, this isn't a hard rule that I am going to be enforcing. Instead we are going to be simply controlling posting by moving time forward at a gradual pace. If people can't post then they can become background characters for a while until they can post. I want this to be more of a collaborative experience when deciding what scenes we want to write for and between our characters. That way everyone is much more invested in what is going on, and we don't just have a bunch if isolated storylines going off at the same time.

For Post length, I know the SoL is famous for 10+ page google doc collabs that take about a month to put together but leave you with an epic novella to read full of juicy drama and secrets to read. But I would like to try a differing approach that is a little less intimidating to newcomers. Please collab, it is easier for writing out dialogue, however, please try to keep it to 2 google docs pages per post - even if you have to post multiple posts over the course of the next few weeks. We won't be moving forward with any scenes until we are happy to, and hopefully smaller posts delivered more often will keep everyone engaged enough, and the creative juices flowing that we don't notice the passage of time!



For character sheets, if you have a sheet template you like, or have prepared earlier that fits the high school setting, then please use/modify that. If you want to jazz your sheet up with Aesthetics and banners, please do that. I have a character sheet below that anyone can use if they need one. Character acceptance is not based on how amazingly you make your sheet look pretty. It is based on the content of said sheet.

Character Sheet - Kindly created by @HaleyTheRandom - Orignal Post


We have a discord you can join too! Discord Invite
Gonna throw in interest here.

Cheers!


Awesome! If you check slightly further up there is a discord link if you want to get to plotting and chatting :)
@Liv @Alise

Got a discord link here!

discord.gg/spsVqRKTn8

Anyone else who is interested feel free to join
Please Note: The final OOC post will have Aesthetics and more. This is simply just a starting point!

Welcome to Westpoint High! The one and only high school in the fictional town of Westpoint Ridge. Founded in the 1890's on the site of a former goldmine, the town has steadily grown into a nice little slice of American town living. At least that is what the brochures said. In reality the town has been on the decline since the 2008 finical crisis. Most of the towns infrastructure hasn't been updated, and public services, including the school has been underfunded.

Hello Everyone! Welcome to this my High School Slice of Life RP! Nothing like a bit of teen drama to read in the morning! This RP is set in the fictional town of Westpoint Ridge, which gives us a nice clean slate to make our town. I want this to be collaborative experience. Think of what a run down, small town might have and pitch it to the group. Given that this is a Slice of Life RP, much of the plot will come from out characters and their interactions / relationships. Please bear this in mind as we go into this RP! I am more than happy to help and facilitate conversations between players and create everything we need to make this RP awesome!

In terms of posting, I know that many players like to make collabs for posts, however, I also don't want to put pressure on players that are new or not used to that style. So we are happy to work with players to ease them in. I don't want to impose posting deadlines as it tends to disrupt the flow of the RP and drains the creativity out of people. It would be nice if everyone could post at least once every three weeks so that we try to maintain a consistent flow. If you can't post and need to take a break, do please let us know, and we can figure something out! Please don't go on posting several replies back to back and move the scene forward without everyone else!

Once enough people have submitted some interest, I will create the OOC and a discord for us to use and collab with!

Rules!
  • Standard Guild Rules - The usual stuff
  • IC and OOC are different things - Please be able to differentiate between them.
  • If you have any issues please bring them to Me or the Co-GM. Please bear in mind that we live in different timezones and might not reply right away. We do have lives.
  • If there is going to be any reason you can’t post, do keep us updated. I don’t need reasons, just an indication of when you will return.


Character Sheet - Kindly created by @HaleyTheRandom - Orignal Post


A collab between @Hedgehawk, @HaleyTheRandom & @SouffleGirl123 - Staring Carlisle Aston, Lilith Montgomery & Miles Price


Carlisle had been really nervous asking Miles and Lilith to go along with this plan that he, Mary and Violet had devised. The big issue was he needed a trap to get Amanda in and Lilith, Miles and Himself were the bait. He had texted the duo to meet him in the coven dining room, he had also asked Mary to be ready on standby just in case things were to go south. He knew convincing Lilith would be hard, and normally Miles would be down for it, but with Lilith being pregnant, it's going to be a tough ask.

Carlisle was sitting on the same chair he was at all the way back in early September, as he awaited to see if Lilith or Miles would show up. He had asked Violet to not be involved as to be honest, Carlisle could barely stand her and having her around would just make this much harder than it needed to be.

It took a bit of convincing but somehow Miles managed to encourage Lilith to come along to the meeting with him. In truth Miles was unsure if that was the right call to make but that was a potential problem for future Miles. Instead he loaded Lilith into his car, muttering about the fact he'll have to trade it in for a 7 seater in the near future but absolutely refuses to get a minivan, and took off for the coven house. He'd made an effort in recent days to be more careful when he drove with Lilith in the car. Not that he'd become the perfect road rule follower but he'd ease at the curves while shooting his girlfriend glances here and there.

After parking the car and slipping out of it the pair wandered up to the coven household hand in hand. He'd enter the mansion then hold the door open for Lilith to step through before making his way to the dining room. "Afternoon, Car," Miles would greet his friend as he dragged out a chair for Lil before taking the spot next to the head of the table, strategically sitting between the pair.

Carlisle gave off a meek smile as they entered. He was happy to see Lilith again, even if the pair hadn't really talked after the party a few weeks ago. Carlisle had been extremely busy dealing with coven things. Plus he didn't really know how much Lilith could deal with him, and he didn't want to get shouted at and chewed out.

"Thank you both for coming. I promise I won't keep you for long. I know you have alot more important things to do"

That’s a very polite way of putting it, Lilith thought, taking her place beside Miles. Resting her hands on her ever growing stomach, she couldn’t help but notice how there was another presence near - just not in the room with them. It didn’t take long for her to decipher that it was Mary somewhere close by. Rather that was because she was here on Coven business or because Carlisle had called her here to plead his case, only time would tell.

”So what’s up,” the brunette asked, clearly having no time for sugar coated words or beating around the bush.

Hearing the directness of Lilith, Carlisle could feel his stomach sink. This was going to be tricky. He pulled the edge of his collar as he figured out how he was going to explain all of this. He then took a breath before starting again.

"So well, I am not sure how much you know, so let's start from the top. Turns out I have an older sister. And she wanted to kill me and take control of the Coven herself. Well now she has gotten involved with mother, and my mother wants all three of us dead" Carlisle started. He sighed as he rubbed his arm.

"However, Violet has had a change of heart and now wants to help us deal with mother. The only issue is that we need to make a trap for her. And we need to be bait"

Miles shot Lilith a small glance as she sat down before retraining his eyes to Carlisle as he spoke. "Absolutely not,” Miles replies almost instantly. The word fell from his mouth before he really processed that that was his first thought. He taps the table a couple of times before speaking again. "You and me, sure. I’ll go be bait but we’re not sending LiLi in there with us.” He shoots her another glance, sure that speaking for her might land him in hot water later. Miles had decided that he was making himself president of the ‘attempt to keep Lilith from doing stupid things’ club. He knew the irony in that considering he was by far the more reckless of the two of them but he also knew Lilith would be deadset on being as independent as possible for as long as possible. "I don’t know if you noticed, Car, but she’s pregnant. I can’t be letting her put herself at risk like that right now.”

Lilith watched as Carlisle fumbled with the collar of his shirt for the hundredth time, unable to ignore the waves of nervousness that projected off of him. She listened quietly as he spoke, a mixture of emotions flashing across her face. How many people knew of Carlisle's sister? Why was she not one of the first to know? What sort of plan did Amanda have? How was Carlisle planning to go against it? What was his sister like?

She tried to think of a way to respond before Miles had done it for her. The young woman shot him a look of ‘hell no’ in response to putting himself at risk. Most people's assumption would be that she was glaring at him because he had spoken for her, but Lilith had actually enjoyed Miles being the mouthpiece for the pair of them over the last few weeks. On the other hand, she was mildly upset with Carlisle already. The young woman had gotten a lot better at rationalizing her emotions and trying to not respond to situations as quickly. That still didn’t help the disappointed expression she looked at Carlisle with.

”No,” she responded cooly to them both. ”I won’t have any members of my family puttin’ themselves in harm's way. If my situation was different, we’d be having a completely different conversation, but I digress.” Sighing and rolling her eyes, she continued. ”I know I said to call on me for help with Coven matters - and I’m glad that you did - but I’m also disappointed that the thing you’re asking for my help with is putting all of us in danger. Including you. Just because I’m mad at ‘chya doesn’t mean I don’t care if you’re runnin’ around tryin’ to get yourself killed. Besides, we don’t know your sister. I know your mother, and that’s going to be one hell of a fight. Who’s to say your sister isn’t on Amanda’s side?”

"We don't. I don't trust her. I have a plan, but Mary is convinced she will be okay. It was Mary that kicked all of this off. She just wants me to run with it, cause you know. It's my problem and I am supposed to be in charge now, even if it doesn't feel like it." It felt nice but also awkward talking to Lilith again. After he moved out he went out of his way to give her and Miles the space they needed to adjust to their new lives. He had taken on pretty much all of the Coven responsibilities for the whole council, and while he might complain about it from time to time, he knew that at least he was helping take the load off in some way.

"I didn't want to put you two in danger, but My mother wants us all dead. I can't do it alone. This is the plan: we have a little birthday party in a couple of weeks, just us three. Violet and Amanda will strike. Violet will attack me to make it look real and while that happens, Lilith will spring a crystal trap we would have prepared to trap mother forever. It's a stronger version of my mental prison spell, and it doesn't require any upkeep on my end. But I need the power of a second abjurer to seal it, otherwise it always breaks." At speaking of his lack of ability to do it on his own, there was a sense of both sadness and frustration at himself for not being good enough to do it on his own.

Miles couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips as Carlisle brought up his mother. He should’ve known she’d get involved with Violet somehow. As much as he wanted to say it changed things it didn’t. Not one bit. His hand closest to Lilith finds its way onto her stomach until it finds her hand. He slips his over hers before responding. "Well we’re gonna have to make a new plan then, aren’t we? Have Lil hid outside or abjure from afar or, even better, not there at all. I’ll come with you-” he shoots Lilith a stern look before turning back to Carlisle, "-but I’m not letting you put her and our kids in danger like that.”

Wrapping Miles’s fingers through her own, Lilith began to rub the back of his hand with her thumb. This plan was sounding more and more sketchy by the second. ”I don’t care who came up with it, or why - I don’t think it’s a smart plan,” she stated sternly. Returning Miles’s look with one of her own, she couldn’t fight it as the anger seeped into her words. ”I’m not letting you put yourself in harms way either,” the young woman retorted. ”I might be pregnant, but my opinion still counts, but there’s no way I’m letting you use yourself as bait in a plan where part of it is to be attacked by Amanda. You’ll be right where she wants you. She might have disdain for Carlisle because she views him as a disappointment - but she just outright hates you, Miles. I’m not okay with any of this.”

Miles gave a sigh. Lilith was right, she usually was. "We just need a different plan then.” he mutters, squeezing Lilith’s fingers gently. "Why don’t we just kill her? I mean, if she’s going to try and kill us anyway we just return the favour.”

"I don't know if I can do it" Carlisle responds meekly. He hated his mother, but she was still his mother. "Violet wants to kill her too, but Mary thinks trapping her will be a better idea. According to her divination the plan will work so long as I get some help" The color had escaped parts of Carlisle's face as he spoke, clearly he wasn't comfortable with outright murdering his mother.

”I know it’s a big ask for… permission to kill your mother, but none of us are asking you to actually do it yourself, Car. On one hand, isn’t being trapped in a tiny cage for the rest of your life, all lonely and goin’ batshit crazy and even worse fate?”

Miles looked between his two friends. He knew it was a hard thing he was asking of Carlisle, even if the man didn’t have the same connection to his mother and he and Lilith had with theirs, but he couldn’t help but think it was necessary. "You know what my ma is like, Car. She’s gonna wanna go with the safest option that spares everyone, I just don’t know if it’s worth all that. You don’t have to be there, we can work around that.” He turns to Lilith as he runs his thumb down the back of her hand. He then purses his lips before saying, "Honestly, babe, I don’t think you should be there for it either.” He then turns to face the wall before him, not facing Lilith nor Carlisle as he presents his final conclusion, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s gonna have to be me.”

" I have to be there. If there is anyone who can protect everyone it is me. It's what I do. I can counterspell my mother and cast enough barriers to protect anyone else there" Carlisle said, trying to power through his emotions. He wasn't comfortable with it, but he would have to power through. "I will do it. I will kill her. I have to. It's my family. It's my problem. You two don't have to be there. You can be away from everything in safety somewhere"

”I understand everyone’s concern,” Lilith began, trying to choose her words wisely. ”And I’m not saying that I want to be there, but I’m also an abjurer, Carlisle. My shields may not be as strong, but they project. And if I’m not mistaken, I do have the strongest defensive spells. I want to help. Being there is no worse than sitting at home and stressing myself sick over the whole situation.”

Miles bit his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment. He already didn't like this idea but even less so did he like the thought of Lilith being involved. ”Li… please.” he begs gently, turning to the woman ever so slowly. "You're right, Amanda straight up hates me. If I know the way that woman works, and unfortunately I do, she works more to torture those around her. If we're both in that room and she's aggressive I don't think I'm the one she's aiming to kill. It's the people I love most and by walking in with her you're presenting most of my family on a silver platter.” he tries to meet her eyes before continuing. "I can't let you put yourself in danger like that. Especially now. The doc said you're meant to be taking it easy, not rushing into battle.”

The man turns to Carlisle with a sigh. "I'm not asking you to do it. I know it's a lot, man.” Miles once again bit into his bottom lip with his teeth. He was sure he hadn't thought so much in his life, at least not in recent years. "Would Violet help?”

”Violet doesn't want to break her cover, she wouldn't turn against Amanda incase she comes back” Carlisle said with a sigh. He didn't want Lilith to be in the line of fire, but she was right, she was a bloody good abjurer. ”I can cast barrier around Lilith, and I have been working on a stronger version. If she wants to be there I will make sure she is safe.”

”I said no, Carlisle. You're a good abjurer, sure, but I've seen your spells fail too. And wear you down too much. I just- it's not a risk I want to take.” He squeezes Lilith’s hand once more. He knew he was risking trouble talking about her as if she was fragile and breakable. Lilith was a tough woman, she always had been, but right now she was more fragile than ever. He knew she was still strong but he'd also seen how much the pregnancy beat her around between the fatigue and the morning sickness. What if she needed to vomit halfway through a spell? Not to mention the 3 kids were the most fragile of them all.

He turns to face Lilith again. "You know as well as me that in any other situation I wouldn't care. You're a strong woman, Li. I know that. But you gotta save a lot of your energy for them. You're capable of surviving danger but they're not. I just-” he expells a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just don't see a situation where you're completely safe.”

Lilith’s facial expression told on her once again, going from sour to disappointed in mere seconds. ”No, I get it,” she sighed. ”My duty right now is to be a human incubator.” Her eyes shifted from Miles to Carlisle and back again. ”I’m not trying to be a bitch,” the young woman continued, her voice as soft as she could manage. ”But I don’t understand why I was talked into coming here if I was going to just be told I couldn’t help anyway.” With a roll of her eyes, the brunette finished saying her piece. ”A Montgomery witch reduced to… this.” Waving her hands vaguely, she sighed again. ”Cordeila is laughing her ass off right now.”

Carlisle ran his hand across his forehead as he listened to Lilith. ”I am not doubting your ability at all. Far from it. I need you here. Just. Well… I am not going to go behind Miles back to do that.” Carlisle let out a soft but frustrated sigh, he was being asked to balance a really big responsibility, and while he was trying to take Mary’s advice about asking others to help with things and trying not to just do it all on his own, he remembered why he didn't like asking people for help. Miles and Lilith both meant well. Carlisle himself was apprehensive about putting the duo in danger. He could protect them, but against his mother, that was all he could do. He couldn't attack. He needed someone else for that. ”Mary is confident that we should succeed as long as we all go in on this. And I can't think of many chances where her divination is wrong. I am sorry that I have called you into this. I didn't want to put anyone in danger, but I will look after you. I promise”

Miles gave a deep sigh as Lilith spoke. He expected this, at least he should have. ”I'm not saying you can't do anything, Li. I just didn't expect Carlisle's request to put us in a firing line like that. I just-” he gives another sigh, clearly defeated. "What would you have us do?” he asks vaguely, unsure himself who he was asking.

”I’m not trying to be difficult,” Lilith reiterated. ”But if it’s not me, can you guys at least have someone there that has more defensive powers to aid you?” Brow furrowing, she looked at Miles. ”I’m not mad at either of you, I’m just worried. And if I’m not there, I can’t guarantee any of you are going to be fine.”

"So who would we want there? Your ma's abjuration, right? What if she came? Unless you can think of a way that guarantees you'll be safe.”

”Mom would be a good choice,” Lilith began, trying to strategize and come up with a plan. ”She can help Car abjurate, and she also has necromancy like gramps and I. If all else fails, she can just fry Amanda from the inside out.” Her eyes shifted to Carlisle, realizing what she had said only after it was out in the open. ”No offense, dude.” Running her spare hand through her hair, the young woman huffed. ”There’s one loop hole that I’ve thought of, and that’s Astral Projecting myself into the battle - but my astral form still takes damage, and I haven’t tried going into any other dimensions since being pregnant. So I guess if the sidelines is where you want me, that’s where I’ll be.”

Carlisle listened and gave his own huff. He was going to have to prove his point. He got up from the table and walked over to the kitchen, coming back a moment later with a blue leatherbound book that was covered in golden circles and symbols. Both Miles and Lilith had seen Carlisle's Grimoire before, but he rarely used it. Flicking through its pages he looked at the various incantations and motions he had scribbled down. ”I can make you both invulnerable. I am not making this shit up. I can”

Stepping back he began to perform an spell unknown to the others, creating a large cube in the entrance between the dining room and the hallway. The cube flickered the colors of the rainbow, shimmering between each of the colors. ”Ironically it took getting Claire’s memories to help me figure out the piece I was missing. I call it a prismatic cube. A force field magnitudes stronger than the Tanner barrier. It is resistant to every field of magic and even an antimagic field won't shut it down. With you two in there. No one can touch you”

"This Astral projection- does it taking damage hurt you?” he asks Lilith earnestly, fiddling with her fingertips. "You know I wanna fight alongside you, I just want you to be safe. Especially now.” It was soon after Carlisle came back with his own solution. It was in that moment Miles was reminded how powerless he was in comparison to his friends. While he wasn't the weakest magic user he knew in the trio he was. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd have any cooler tricks up his sleeve had he been trained as an enchantment magi rather than a warlock. "But can we touch them? Honestly I'd really like to clock Amanda in the face- uh no offense Car.”

””None taken. I can move the cube if you want to walk upto mother and smack her in the face. But I can do this. No need to Astral Project. Worse case scenario was can Astral Teleport you into the Astral plane where you would both be safe” Carlisle rubbed the back of his head ”If you do see a guy there, with white hair, glasses. Calls himself Charon, you haven’t heard of me”

”Projecting is…. complicated,” Lilith tried to explain to Miles as Carlisle slipped out of the room. ”I assume the kids' consciousness would stay here. But any damage that my Astral form takes, I would to - it just wouldn’t affect me until I came back to the human realm - and then it would hit all at once. So in a way, it could just be worse.” Sitting there looking at Miles, she was struggling for words once again. What sort of situation had they landed themselves in this time? It was a redundant question. Lilith knew full well what was being asked of them both, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much more weight Miles could carry on his shoulders.

She watched and listened quietly as Carlisle explained another part of his plan. ”My only worry is what happens with the spell if something happens to you. If Violet is lying and doesn’t fake her attack, will the barrier still stay up with you under fire?”

”Well, in theory the cube exists even if I was killed as it is a transfer of energy rather than me constantly projecting it. So once it is up you are safe enough. Only issue is that I can’t stand inside it. Otherwise it shatters” Carlisle laughs nervously. ”If Violet betrays us I will counterspell as best I can to give you time to get out and retreat. I need you Lilith, but at the same time, I am not going to put your future children in too much risk. If I can’t protect you both, I will find a way to get you out of the area.”

Miles purses his lips as Carlisle and Lilith conversed for a moment. He wasn't so keen on the astral projection plan, he was sure all attacks impacting her at once would be worse for both her and the babies in the long run. ”If you can't protect us both, you save her. Okay? No arguments. No ifs and buts- from either of you- you get Lilith out of there as fast as you can. Mental prison her or something until you can get her somewhere safe.” Miles instructs.

He didn't like the risks, not at all, but what risks were they posing by staying idle? Surely Amanda may try to kill them in their sleep or of the likes. Miles was never a strategy man. Hell, if this situation were different he'd have happily run in guns blazing to Carlisle's plan but there was so much to consider now it was near nauseating. Is this how all council family members felt? He couldn't help but recognise if it came to it Miles could do little to protect Lilith despite stall for time by disarming someone temporarily, taking attacks meant for her and grabbing the woman and running. He'd have to rely on others for that.

Lilith wasn’t trying to be cocky, but she knew the extent of her powers, as well as their limitations. Things had slowed down a little magically as of late, but that didn’t mean that she still couldn’t help her friends. Regardless of the fact she knew that she could protect them both, the young woman couldn’t help but notice the look on Miles’s face. Listening to him speak her face grew red hot, unable to describe the exact emotion she was feeling at the time. Lil knew it was futile to try and argue against him, and she didn’t need to speak to let him know she felt the same way. Even still -

”If Miles says no, then the answer is no,” she stated firmly, gripping on to his hand for dear life. ”I don’t want to say no, but at this point it seems like me bein’ there would be more of a distraction than it would be a help.” Watching their confused faces, she sighed. ”I can astral project there and shield you from the outside of the house. Amanda wouldn’t know I was there. Or the most responsible thing to do would be to go home and make you both potions to use.” Silence filled the air as they all tried to think of what to say next. ”If I get word that anything has happened to either of you, I’m kicking both your asses,” she tried to joke. ”And after this is all over, we’re throwing you a proper party Carlisle.”

Carlisle listened to them both and quietly nodded. In reality he didn't want either of them there with him. He would prefer that the pair stayed at home on the ranch than risk their lives, but Mary had been adamant that the divination magic stated Carlisle needed help. Though that was to capture Amanda, not kill her. ”In that case I want you both to stay away. I am not going to be responsible for splitting you up. Miles stays with you. Me and Violet will deal with this. Just. On that day. Please stay at the ranch. Don't go out anywhere. I don't want you becoming targets”

As Lilith gripped his hand tighter, Miles couldn’t help but look down at their hands clasped together. He watched as Lilith’s knuckles became a whiter shade of pale. He rubbed her fingers with the palm of his other hand as she talked. As Lilith mentioned not wanting to say no he opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. It wasn’t that he wanted to take away Lilith’s choice, he was just concerned. But he knew she knew that better than anyone, she could feel it coming off of him. In truth Miles had been finding it almost too easy to slip into that protective role. He forces a laugh at her joke. ”I think you’ll find a way to kick our asses regardless,” he jokes, giving her hand a small squeeze.

That was when Carlisle spoke up. For as much as Miles wanted to follow his instructions and pour his energy into caring for Lil, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t also concerned for Carlisle. ”Honestly, man, I can’t let you do this alone. What if Violet’s working against you? Or even if she’s on neutral ground your mum is powerful, I can’t let you face her alone.”

Lilith's expression softened as she looked at Miles. ”I hate to say it, but I agree. I'd like for you to have some sort of protection, Car. At least we'll all know Miles has your back. I'd recommend finding a third person somewhere - my mom, Serena, literally anyone else you think you might be able to trust.”

Carlisle sighed as everyone replied. Tapping his fingers against the table. ”I am not going to be responsible for the fact that your kids might end up fatherless. No. I agree that I need to find someone else. I will look around and possibly ask your mother a Lilith and maybe Lucas and his skills would help. Heck, you are right I could ask Serena, or even Kolby” Carlisle visibly shuddered at the thought of having to ask Kolby for help.

Miles sighs as he looks over at his friend. Why was he so resistant to all attempts to help? ”I'm tough, Car. We're gonna make sure that that's not going to happen. You give me the time and the place and I'll be there. Someone's gotta make sure Kolby attacks the right person,” he replies, finishing in a half joke. ”Just- we need to make a final decision.”

Finally - something that Lilith was good at and could actually accomplish at the moment. She couldn't make the decision for Miles or Carlisle either one, but she could look at it from a diplomatic and well rounded problem solving sort of view. ”As if you both don't know I already have fail safes for Miles in place,” she half joked, waving her hand dismissively. Lilith continued speaking without missing a beat. ”If the plan is to stage your birthday party, it would make sense to invite people that it looks like might normally be there. The whole town knows you and Kolby have beef. You can play some of the connections off by saying it's your right to build bonds as a Coven Leader - but no one is going to believe you invited Kolby or any likes of him to anythin’. Ever.”

”Fine, fine. I won't invite Kolby. Sadly I am not exactly liked by most of my coven mates, so convincing people to show might be an issue. I could make it a open party a bit like at we had in September” Carlisle said with a shrug. Having it open would mean anyone could turn up and it would boost numbers if things went bad. It just meant more people in the firing line.

”It’s your decision,” the brunette responded, shrugging her shoulders once more. ”Just keep in mind that more people means more that you can’t control. Meaning that we’re leaving more room for error.”

”More people makes it more believable, but it also means that more people could get hurt. I don't think anyone could want to help my mother, but I get it.” Carlisle gave a small smile. He was grateful that his friends were hearing him out and not just leaving him on his own. He did want to protect them though, and putting them in danger never sat well with him.

Miles bit his tongue on the first thought that floated to his head. Would more people actually be believable? It was no lie that Carlisle was at odds with a lot of people in the coven, and somewhat distant from more. He toyed with Lilith's fingers as he thought through his words, more out of habit than anything else. ”What about Willow?” he asks. ”I think a party of you, me and her is somewhat believable. We'll just say Lilith is sick or something, maybe keep my ma around for good measure?” he suggests.

Carlisle shifted in his seat somewhat as Miles mentions Willow. ”It could do, but I don't want to put her in the firing line for the same reason I don't want you or Lilith in danger” Carlisle ran his hand along the table while he thought a bit more. ”I can make it an open party. If we get anyone else we will just have to keep them to the side, plus if things go south, at least we will have witnesses that it is all self defense”

”Would your mum attack us in front of an audience though?” Miles points out. ”She's not that stupid is she?”

”Depends if she thinks the odds are in her favor or not. She knows that I am not well liked, I am guessing she is banking on no one trying to help me, and she can get you both in the crossfire” Carlisle said with a shrug of his shoulder. He didn't know exactly how ballsy his mother was feeling now. She was normally fearless of anyone, so he was pretty confident she would attack regardless.

Miles didn't like that answer, not at all. Less of what it'd mean for this whole planned event but just the weeks to come. He squeezed Lilith’s fingers as his stomach dropped. In the past month Miles had felt more weight drop on his shoulders than he ever had before and this now just felt like one more. ”So what's to stop her attacking now?” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. ”What's to stop her from breaking into the Ranch or your townhouse?” Miles swore could feel himself become pale as his mind flicked through all the possibilities. He wasn't used to this, being so deep in fear, thoughts and worries. He missed not having those burdens though they seemed to plague him now. He bit the inside of his cheek waiting for some form of reassurance.

”Honestly nothing. If it's any help, I seem to be the more important target. She thinks she can install my sister by removing me. The ranch would be safe as she wouldn't want to risk a direct confrontation with the rest of the Montgomery clan” Carlisle calmly remarked.

Miles sighs, dragging his free hand against the grain of the wooden table. His other hand loosened it's grasp around Lilith's fingers. Maybe Carlisle was right, she might just get him and leave Lil and him alone. The idea of Amanda claiming the life of his friend wasn't particularly comforting but at least his family were safe. A thought crossed his mind, causing him to tighten his grip around Lilith's hand once more. ”And while she's so bold- what's the chance she goes after my ma?” Miles hated how much of a golden opportunity this sounded. He knew Amanda hated his mother, he couldn't help but wonder if his father coming back might ignite all of that. Not to mention her now living alone made her too easy a target.

”I couldn't rule it out… If I am being honest. She is more unhinged than ever. I think she sees my sister as a second chance to secure the family legacy and make up for her past mistakes. Really it should only concern me and her, but I am sure she will drag everyone else in with it” Carlisle let out a soft sigh. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of putting anyone else in danger himself.

Lilith remained silent, listening to the conversation around her as she watched Miles toy with her fingers. They had sat and discussed so many variations of this plan that she was lost on what path they had decided. ”The best thing would be for Mary to come and stay at the Ranch. I can’t force her into anythin’, but the offer still stands. It’s not a well known thing, but the house has extra protection - Amanda would have a hell of a time getting in there.” Silence fell over the room again while she tried to sort her thoughts. ”If you’re inviting the whole Coven, I’m not staying home. I’m not putting everyone at risk for some wack plan.” Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, trying to read their expressions. ”Pregnant or not, I am a Council member, and I will not sit idly by while the whole Coven is put at risk for our issues.”

”You can be the one to have that conversation with her,” Miles replies with a light chuckle as Lilith discusses having his mother move into the Ranch. Miles' face seemed to suddenly harden as Lilith announced that she was going to join the group. He didn't have to tell her that was one of the last things he wanted to hear; he knew she knew that. Soon a sigh escapes the man. ”I'm not talking you out if this one… am I?” he asks, looking back at her. In truth Miles knew Lilith had skills that would serve the group well through this whole escapade but he couldn't shake the nervousness that came with the thought of her being there. If Amanda Aston was really out to torture him or his mother, Miles knew Lilith was her first target.

The brunette shook her head, a disappointed look appearing on her face. She didn’t want to hurt or stress Miles anymore than she already was, nor did she want to over insinuate her importance. However in Lilith’s mind, her sitting at home just didn’t make sense in either scenario. Carlisle had a target on his back - none of them could deny that - but they also couldn’t deny that Lilith and her children were the ones Amanda was truly after. Killing off Carlisle and reinstating her long lost daughter only did Amanda so much good when Lilith was about to give birth to so called ‘super babies’.

”No,” she responded quietly. ”You can’t.” She could have sworn as soon as she said the words that Miles aged five more years. ”I promise I’ll be careful, and I won’t put myself in harm's way - but you can’t seriously just both ask me to stay at home.”

”Wasn't really asking,” Miles mutters, running his free hand through his black hair. He knew regardless of what he said or did, Lilith would do what she wanted. ”By being there you're putting yourself in harm's way. Even without the whole hating me thing she knows you're carrying superbabies, I don't think that's something she'll take kindly to.” He sighs once more. ”Just get someone to turn you invisible or shapeshift you or something. And have some way to get out fast. Li, I can't-” he seems unable to finish his sentence, expelling a breath instead.

”I was fine with not being there until Carlisle decided to open it to the general public,” Lilith tried to explain, now feeling a little defensive. ”It’s not like you’d stay at the Ranch if I asked you to either, Miles. Believe me when I say that I understand the gravity of the whole situation, but you can’t ask me to be okay with putting everyone we know in danger. You, Carlisle and a few others that we all trust - I was willing to swallow that pill. But putting you both in a situation where we have no idea how everyone would react? Not to be a bitch - but am I the only one here who remembers that half the Coven basically hates Carlisle?” Despite her emotional state, Lilith managed to keep her tone level and full of concern. She didn’t want Miles to feel like she was mad at him, but she had and would always have responsibilities to the Coven - rather Miles and the babies were here or not.

Miles huffed at Lilith's response claiming he wouldn't stick back either. She wasn't wrong but their situations were vastly different, weren't they? ”You know I wouldn't be pushing this any other time, Lilith.” Miles argues back, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. This whole situation was frustrating. He swore he'd age 10 years in the past hour alone. ”Half the Coven might hate Carlisle but most of ‘em like me just fine,” he claims in turn. Miles was over this whole meeting and he knew it showed between his sour attitude and his scowls.

”I know you wanna be some big strong warrior and in any other situation I'd be all for it but you've got other things to consider right now. Namely them-” he nods toward her stomach. ”Just-” he gives an exaggerated sight. ”Just if you come, promise me you'll do everything- I mean everything to stay alive.”

Lilith heard what Miles had to say - right up until the point she felt like she was being mocked. She didn’t have the desire to be a big strong warrior, she just wanted people to remember that she was a Montgomery witch. Over the years with their numbers dwindling and Claire being Claire - it was easy to see why some people doubted Lilith due to her last name alone, but she had worked hard to clear it. She didn’t want to run into battle with guns blazing, but she was tired of being written off as weak and fragile - tired of feeling like people had forgotten what she was capable of.

”Fine,” she nearly snapped. ”If what you want is for me to be locked up with potions and paper work for the rest of my life, then that’s where I’ll be,” the young woman stated, getting up from her chair. ”I have other things to consider, but you just get to run out there and get yourself potentially killed and I get to say nothing. Cool. Great. Fine. If what you two want to do is make me feel like I’m stuck in the fucking fifties, than you’ve succeded. Figure it out yourselves.” Pushing the chair back under the table Lilith stormed off to find Mary.

”That's not what I meant and you damn well know it, Lilith!” Miles growls after his girlfriend as she starts walking off. When she leaves the room the young man gives a frustrated growl, resting his head in his hands.

Carlisle was about to say something and protest about what Lilith was saying. But given her tone and the way Miles was reacting, he simply stayed quiet and keep his head down.

Miles eyes glanced at his friend as another sigh expels from his lips. John would have his ass for this one. In truth he didn't mean for it to fly so off the rails. He knew even while pregnant Lilith was far from breakable but the thought of putting her and their unborn children at risk unlocked a kind of concerned fear in Miles he'd never felt before, and he was quickly learning how things went south when that fear won. He tapped his fingertips on the table.

”I- I don't want her behind a desk forever. Hell, even for now. If it was werewolves or something I wouldn't care but Amanda- I know Amanda's aiming right for her,” Miles was looking at Carlisle as he untangled the thoughts at the forefront of his mind but even he was unsure.if he was actually talking to Carlisle.

”It's my fault. I should not have asked either of you to get involved and just solved this myself” Carlsie remarked as he stood up from his chair. ”You should probably catch up with her”

”Nah, man. I'm glad you asked for help. This isn't something you can’t do alone.” Miles gives a sigh, swinging himself around to face Carlisle. ”It's better I give her a moment to cool off. We'll be fine, it's just all getting to us. I feel like I've been hit by a truck the past few weeks and I don't think she feels any better.”

”You need to unwind a bit. I know it's not easy. But you two are going to be together for a very very long time, I know this isn't helping, but you are going to have to bridge it together” He didn't want to sound rude, but Carlisle knew that this relationship was going to take some work.

Miles couldn't help the dry laugh that came out of him at Carlisle insistence he unwinds. ”With what time? I get out of bed and John puts me to work until I go to my actual job and if there's daylight back when I get home I'm on the fields again.” As Carlisle keeps talking Miles shakes his head slightly. Carlisle was always a little too clueless and overdramatic for his own good sometimes. ”Couples fight, Carlisle. If you haven't figured that out with Willow you will soon. It isn't relationship over because we had a spat.”

”Thankfully me and Willow don't really argue or fight. We just vibe with each other. I get you can have arguments. But I am pretty much the reason for this one.” Carlisle took a moment to look around the room and then back at Miles. ”Look, I appreciate you both doing this. I know that you don't want Lilith to get hurt and neither do I, but she is capable and strong. Fairly sure she could floor the two of us… “ Carlisle gave off a nervous laugh. ”Go catch up with her, make sure she doesn't stress too much. I need to get back to work and continue unpicking all the crap my mother left behind”




Polstjärnan Magical Academy

No one can really pinpoint the time since magic came into existence. Some are convinced that magic has always existed. That it was the catalyst that created our universe and that is why it is buried deep into the fabric of reality. Regardless of how magical essence came to become a thing, select humans have been able to access this deeper layer of reality, bubbling away beneath the surface. These humans became mages, and have spent their whole lives trying to understand the nature of reality through their new perspective. The mages quickly realised that they couldn't reveal the existence of magic to the wider world. They had tried several times before. But for those that could not see magic, it was something that they couldn't quite comprehend, and in some cases, felt threatened by.

This pertained the need to be able to train Mages in secret while also giving them the space to be able to be able to learn without threatening or endangering the mundane. The solution was quite simple in retrospect. Their were many realities beyond the one seen on earth, and since mages could create doorways between them using their magic, it made sense to hide them away in pocket realities. This worked for a while, but it was always seen as an inconvenience.

In the late 1950's a new idea was trialled. A island archipelago in the sea between Sweden and Finland was purchased and a whole new town was built: Polstjärnan (Meaning Polaris or North Star in Swedish). The town then had a magical academy built on its outskirts. In order to protect the magic users in the town


A @Hedgehawk & @SouffleGirl123 post
Featuring Miles Price, Aloysius Leighton




Still in his work attire Miles once again arrived at Husker's bar. Once upon a time it’d be his prime spot for getting drunk and finding an overnight lover but these days it seemed more apt for meetings. Aloysius had left a number with his mother in case she ‘wanted to get in contact’. At the time the pair both scoffed at the man, Miles never expected he’d be the one to use it first. He’d moved into the Montgomery household a couple of days ago and figured it was better to tie off as many loose threads and unknowns as possible so he could focus more single-mindedly on Lilith and their unborn children. So here he was, at the bar already with a drink in hand awaiting the man who did none for him par contributing in his creation. A queasy feeling swept over him. Miles was very rarely nervous, he could probably count all the times he was on one hand but this was one of those times. He took another sip of beer, already ready for this to be over.

Aloysius was equally nervous if not more so than Miles. Their last interaction had not gone well at all, and Salem had well and truly made him look like a fool. She was doing everything in her power to make sure he couldn’t get a single bit of happiness. Thankfully she had left for New York, but Aloysius still felt out of place. Seeing that message from Miles confused him: was the man getting in touch just to let off some more anger at him. The fact they had chosen a bar was both a good and bad omen.

Entering the bar, Aloysius took a second to look around, pulling at the collar of his long overcoat as he scanned for Miles, see him over at the bar, Aloysius moved in, sitting on the stool next to him, debating whether or not to order a beer. ”Hey, Some places never change.” Aloysius remarked.

Miles felt himself tense up as the anger that had visited him each time his father was in his vicinity washed over him. He was curious as to whether it was still around, or as to if it would ever go away. Maybe it never would. Regardless, this time he made like a true Price and pushed it down. Miles held a lot of repressed rage for a lot of reasons but he never expected the thing to piss him off most this year to be the resemblance he held to his father. No matter how this whole situation went, even if it ended on the worst of terms and the man disappeared into the abyss for this whole situation to become only a memory of a weird thing that happened that one time Miles would have to hold the knowledge of that resemblance forever. As the man speaks, Miles gives a small huff. ”Is that so?” he asks gruffly, seems like suppression could only hold in so much. ”’Spose I haven’t seen anything change ‘round here except more housing. Think they tried to open a second Mickey D’s but it was kinda pointless.”

Aloysius tensed up slightly at Miles' reply. He clearly was suppressing something. Still, at least he hadn’t been punched in the face. Maybe he had brought him to flog him infront of everyone. Still Aloysius needed to act like an adult. He ordered a Gin and Tonic and looked over to Miles as he awaited his order. ”I must admit, getting a message from you was something I did not expect. Your mother maybe, but not you. How is she doing?”

Miles sighed as his mother was mentioned, swirling his beer in its glass bottle. His eyes were yet to actually look at the man next to him and they still failed to. Instead they flickered from the beer bottle to the TV. ”I think she’s struggling with this whole thing more than she’d ever admit but that's my ma for you. I would say you know what she’s like but I don’t know if you do.” Miles shrugs as he takes another sip of his drink. In all truth that line wasn’t as much of an attack as an admittance Miles was unsure what she was like before he came along, or before his memories started at that but he knew there was a chance Aloysius may take it the wrong way.

”Mary is a strong soul. She is capable of bearing so much. I know that me arriving considering everything else is going on is far from ideal. But if I am being honest, I don’t really have anywhere or anyone I can go to.” It was a sad admission from Aloysius, but it was true. His sister was no longer interested in him, and there was no way he was going to stay within Salem's clutches. ”So why did you get in touch? I am curious. If not a little scared at what your intentions are” Aloysius proclaimed as his hand clasped around the newly presented gin and tonic glass.

The smallest of smiles played on the younger man’s lips at Aloysius’ first statement. ”Stronger than you’ll ever know. Honestly I don’t know the half of it and probably never will.” he replies. There were times he was convinced she could hold the whole world on her shoulders and still live her day to day with such grace and there were times he was convinced that was exactly what she was doing. Miles paid no mind to the second half of that statement, he’d get back to that soon enough. At the man’s question Miles raised an eyebrow, finally giving into the temptation to turn and look over the man. For a moment his soul felt ignited once more with every little resemblance the man held to him, Miles was sure he looked much more like his father than his mother and he hated that. Getting his emotions under wraps once more, he sips his beer again. ”My attention needs to be elsewhere real soon, guess I’m just trying to wrap up some loose ends while I can. Get some answers, y’know. I read a handful of your letters. Ma read every single one but 300 is a lot. I mean, I know you never got responses cus she never got them but why didn’t you stop writing. I mean, it woulda been pretty fair to assume she was ignoring them on purpose.”

Aloysius let out a sigh, taking a stiff drink as he looked back at Miles. "It's going to sound cheesy. But your mother meant the world to me. She still does, even if things have changed. She is all I have left of my life that hasn't completely gone into free fall" Aloysius knew his answer was very selfish in his regard, but he really wasn't lying. Mary had been the one thing he wanted to protect all along.

”How does not replying to your letters for 25 years then attacking you on sight count as ‘not going into free fall?” he asks curiously before taking another drink. Aloysius was right. It sounded cheesy, completely cheesy. Miles obviously got it from somewhere but hearing it about his mother almost felt odd. ”I mean you had nowhere to be so you could start all over. You didn’t have to come here, you still chose to. You coulda set yourself up anywhere, you obviously had the money. You actively chose here. So why did you really come?”

"Because when someone doesn't reply to your letters for 25 years you start to wonder if something else had happened. I wanted to come here. Make sure that everyone knew the truth. As it was clear Amanda had been hiding it. I also wanted to see you. Selfish of me I know. But I wanted nothing more to see you grow up. But more than that, I wanted you to be safe." Aloysius was clearly not as adept at hiding his emotions as others. He clearly looked hurt as he spoke about wanting to see Miles. Being separated from them both was the most painful experience in his life.

Miles sighs, taking another sip of his beer. ”Well she’s alive and doing- well she’s alive and here I am grown up. Ta-da, all done. But you’ve seen that a few times already. What do you want from us Al? What do you want from me and what do you want from her?” For a few reasons Miles was glad he got to Al before his mum did. She was indeed a strong woman but Miles did want to scope out the man beforehand. He supposed it was a way of pretending he was doing his part of protecting her even if he knew it was equivalent of him being 5 years old attacking box dragons with a plastic sword to protect her in his world of fantasy once again. Unlike Aloysius, Miles seemed an expert in keeping a straight and blank face, only the slightest clues shining through his eyes.

"I haven't quite figured that out yet in all honesty. I know realistically it is far too much to ask anyone to let me into their lives given the extreme length of time…" Aloysius would then take a deep drink and finish off his gin and tonic, shaking his head as he looked away "Despite how much I really want it. It's selfish of me to be able to ask for that"

Miles gave a sigh, playing with the glass bottle in his hands. ”Ma said something to me last week that I guess kinda stuck. That as much as you wanted to be here it doesn’t change the fact that you were never around to be my dad as it’s unfair for you to expect that. She kinda has a point, y’know,” Miles replies before downing the rest of his beer. ”You really left a mess behind with us, y’know that right? Even more so for her than me. By coming here and justifying you’re kinda taking away the crutch we had in having someone to blame.”

"I get that. It is far easier for everyone to blame someone that just admit that life is grey and complicated" Aloysius sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Right now Miles I don't know what I want. Or even need. This is the first time in like 25 years I have actually had the freedom to go somewhere. It's strange" Aloysius rubbed his shoulder before looking over at Miles. "I know I left shit behind, caused alot of damage. None of it was intentional. I was doing it to keep everyone safe. I wanted to be a part of both your lives. That's why I kept writing letters."

”Not that I’d get myself in that position of my girlfriend being clueless about what I am, cus funnily enough as soon as I knew I was magi she was the first person I told, but if something like this happened I’d walk through the nine hells to get back to her. Would rather die trying than waste away waiting for permission or whatever to go home. But that’s just me I guess.”

Aloysius buried his head on the bar. Clearly he was either upset or frustrated "And what would that have achieved? Yeah I could have broken away from Salem. But in doing so I would have revealed where you and Mary were when I came running back. Then you both would have been killed. In all honesty, I didn't think I would be under guard for this long. Normally Salem would get bored and just walk away. Not this time though"

Miles sighs, not completely sure how to respond. ”I at least woulda warned her about who I was, at least then they'd have a clue. We always assumed you were just living the high life in England or Korea." Miles flags down the bartender, ordering another beer. ”Woulda at least saved a few of my current problems honestly." Miles fell back into silence for a moment, playing with the empty beer bottle in his hands. ”How many times have you done this? Do I have siblings floating around somewhere?"

Aloysius shook his head "No, no one else. I had things before your mother, but after her. No. I wouldn't have dreamt of it" Aloysius replied. He knew that Miles had a low opinion of him, and this conversation was just helping dig that grave deeper and deeper. "I had planned to tell your mother about the real me before you were born. Amanda put a stop to that. She pressured me into having her child and then when I said no, called Salem on me. I intended to get somewhere safe and then send a letter explaining everything. Obviously that letter never arrived to your mother"

Miles took his new beer bottle and held it toward the bartender thankfully before taking a drink. ”Y'ever think that maybe my ma moved on? 25 years is a long time." Miles was somewhat toying with Al at this point, he knew what he was doing by bringing this possibility up. In truth he'd never seen his mother in love, if he thought about it hard enough he was sure he'd never seen her go on a date.

"Well yeah. I had considered it. Alot actually. Was one of the things that kept me up at night y'know. Everyone always looked at me as a bad person. Always judged me, always speaking about me behind my back. Your mother was never like that. I know she didn't know who I was. But it was such a breath of fresh air." Aloysius would order another drink, casually looking at Miles, trying to get a read on the younger Miles intentions. Was he trying to get under Als skin?

”And maybe that wouldn't be the way she acted if she knew who you were?" Miles spits back, looking up at the man. He knew that wouldn't be the case. There were very few people his mother lacked sympathy for, even for Al's shortcomings she'd find some good in him but he was banking on Al not knowing that. Maybe that's why her and Claire were always so close, Mary would be a reminder of kindness and Claire would make sure the other woman wasn't getting herself into dangerous territory. At this point Miles wasn’t quite sure what he wanted anymore. He wasn't sure how this would go. He wanted answers but he honestly wasn't sure what answers. Maybe he just enjoyed toying with the man.

It was clear that Aloysius was hurt by Miles remark. He wasn't wrong. But alot of Aloysius's mental state relied on him believing that at least one person didn't hate him. "I would like to think she wouldn't. Everyone else does. Even your leader chewed me out after the dinner. Was dressing me down about being lucky I wasn't getting kicked out" Aloysius took his new drink and took an opening sip "I am sure you want to ask something. So just ask. Don't hold back"

”I dunno," Miles mumbles, finding a sudden interest in his beer bottle. He had questions, so many questions, but in the heat of the moment and his emotions he couldn't catch any of them. ”I guess I just want to know you really did hurt knowing what you did. And not because my ma screamed at you or hit you in the face or whatever. I want to know you spent 25 years understanding the state you put us in. To be honest, Al, she can give you all the speeches under the sun and I don't think she'd truly tell you what she went through to keep me alive. Y'know she used to send me to Korean lessons? Every Saturday or Sunday for 15 years she shuttled me to and from Seattle to pay the little we had so I could learn what she thought was your heritage. "Miles Price", she'd say," Miles tries his best to mimic her voice. "You can hate your father all you want but this is still part of who you are, it's important you learn this." She wanted me to be so much in spite of you." His voice drops as he raises his bottle to his lips, "And it turns out we're not even Korean."

I took a lightning bolt from Salem, at maximum power. The whole state of New York power grid shot into a single shot. It was excruciatingly painful. But that was nothing compared to knowing what I had left behind. I would rather get hit by that bolt again. I am sure Salem would be happy to oblige" Aloysius finished his drink and placed down his glass. "My biggest regret was being away from you and Mary. Even though it protected you. It destroyed me not being here"

”Not like it didn't destroy us either." Miles grumbles, taking another swig of his beer bottle. ”You say you wanna make it up to us but how do you plan on doing that?"

"Well I originally planned to use my wealth to make sure you and Mary were at the very least set up for the rest of your life. I am guessing by the fact the house is exactly the same as how I left it, the money I kept sending each month was taken by Amanda." Aloysius shook his head as he carried on " But your mother is stubborn, and wouldn't accept it even if I offered it. So I don't quite know how I am going to make it all up. I guess by being here incase either of you need anything"

It seemed there was only so much Mary had changed through the years, the woman was still as stubborn as a mule. It was a trait Miles had undoubtedly inherited from her. ”And what could either of us possibly need from you?" the man asks venomously. Who did Aloysius think he was pretending he'd be needed. Miles and his ma did fine for 25 years without him. What could the man add now?

Aloysius could hear the venom in his voice. It was clear that Miles clearly didn't want his help. He didn't want him around. "Look if you don't want me around, I can leave. You just have to say. I can take a train to somewhere and be out of your hair." Aloysius wasn't happy about bringing it up, mostly because he was sure that Miles would simply tell him to get lost.

”Honestly, Al? I want you to leave my ma alone." Maybe this is the reason he dragged Al out, the reason he got to the man first.

Aloysius let out a long, drawn out, depressed sigh. It was clear the words had stung him. Shuffling in his seat he pushed his glass away. " If that's what you really want Miles. I can do that. It's going to hurt to do it"

Miles could see his words stung the man but he honestly couldn't care less. Part of Miles knew it wasn't his place to be making calls like this for his mother but he had made her life hard enough, he wanted to do something to make it easier. In a way Miles was a little scared she might fall for him again. Miles wasn't against his mother finding love but he was against her finding it with his estranged father. ”And you've hurt her more than enough for a lifetime. Call this karma," he shoots back before taking another sip from the bottle.

Aloysius looked down "Don't you think I know that, I know how much pain I caused and how much I fucked up. But you have I understand Miles. I did it to protect you and Mary. I didn't do it because I wanted an affair, or I wanted to cause harm to Mary. I am sorry I am not this big evil bad guy that you want me to be"

Miles narrows his eyes at the man. ”Oh please," he snaps. ”Don't pretend you're completely innocent in this. You may not be as guilty as we thought but your hands are still stained red. You're not this perfect victim. Well I'm sorry I can't suddenly decide to be your son after 25 years of abandonment and I'm sorry my ma doesn't love you anymore." Miles throws back, his voice becoming increasingly louder at every word. He finished his line with a slam of the beer bottle on the table.

"Really now?" Aloysius states as Miles began to raise his voice. "I am far from perfect and it was my past that ripped Mary and you from me, but that didn't mean I never stopped loving or caring Miles." Aloysius hit back. He wanted to build bridges with Miles, but also he wasn't going to let himself be entirely stepped over. "I never expected you to just suddenly want to be my son again, and I never expected Mary to just take me back. It would have been nice. But I am a realist. I knew it was going to be a long term thing. You are just getting mad because I am guessing you blamed alot of your failures on the fact you had a deadbeat dad. But now you have seen said dad, that theory no longer fits, and you can't make peace with yourself"

”Well congratulations, dad," Miles replies sarcastically. ”What do you want? A medal? A trophy that says 'World's number one dad'? Good job caring about your son. You must be the best of men." Miles huffs, folding his arms over his chest as he looked his father squarely in the eyes. Nothing the man was saying seemed to help calm him. Quite the opposite actually. Miles could feel himself ignite, he swore he was redder. ”No, Aloysius, last I checked you were absent in my life. As much as you wanted to be here and wrote letters or whatever you were absent. Last I checked, that covers the definition of a deadbeat dad right there!"

"And it's not like I did by choice Miles. I get that I did wrong but maybe, just maybe, I could have a little bit of understanding, rather than just being mentally tortured by you by thinking I am being strung along." Aloysius huffed. Miles was starting to grate on him. Miles was just not trying to understand Aloysius at all. " I can't believe I let myself think that you invited me here to actually get to understand me and maybe lay down some foundations"

”Just be grateful that I didn't bring you here to knock you out." Miles growls, knocking back the last of his drink. ”I feel like I'm really coming to understand you. The real you who sits up on his damn high horse thinking he's above other's experiences. I never said I was here to build foundations."

"Knock me out? Really. So that's the kind of person you really are?" Aloysius retorted. This was going nowhere now. He gave a deep sigh to center himself before speaking, trying not to let the anger get the better for him. "I don't sit on a high horse. I admit that I did terrible things, but I didn't do them for shitty reasons, I did them for noble ones. I did them for you. As I said, growing up without you was the single most devastating and painful thing in my life"

”You wanna go, old man?" Miles growls at his first response. That was when Al kept speaking. Miles couldn't help but curiously cock his head. ”"So are you not on that high horse or do you still think you're a noble person?" Miles shoots back. This time his works were more menacing, almost waiting for a mistake to be made.

"I might be an old man, but I could floor you with a flick of my wrist" Aloysius sighed, trying not to go for the bait. "I am far from noble Miles. I have done terrible things in my past. Stuff I have to love with every single day of my life. Some days are easier than others. But leaving to protect you and Mary was a good decision. No matter how much I wanted to escape and drive back.

”And I can disarm you with a single word, looks like were at a stalemate," Miles threatens, lowering his voice as he leans in. Miles could feel his eyes sting as hot tears threatened to rise to the surface. He was unsure if they were angry tears or sad tears for a life lost. Maybe even frustrated tears. He pushed them back, stoic as ever. ”Well I've should get back to the Ranch before Lilith starts to worry. But I am my mothers son, I'm not her but she's given me some of her heart. I'm not forgiving you or whatever but I'll give you this. Do you have any questions for me?" Miles knew he was exploring dangerous territory putting himself out there like this but he had there was part of him who couldn't leave the man without something. Maybe it was curiosity or kindness that forced those words. He'd never know.

"I do have some questions. Why did you actually call me here? Because I don't think you called me here to have a go at me" Aloysius decided to ask. He didn't know what answer he was going to get. But this might be the only way to get closer to Miles.

To be honest Miles was slightly taken aback with this question being the man's first. He was expecting more along the lines of Al asking if the pair had a chance of getting closer, if Miles would ever call him son or his mother would ever not shutter and shake in his presence. ”Honestly? The other week made my life a whole lot more complicated for a lot of reasons." Miles gives a sigh fidgeting with the empty glass bottle. ”To put things simply, my girlfriend’s pregnant, I guess I'm trying to wrap up and sever as many loose ends as possible so I can focus on looking after her."

" Ah, well. I remember finding out about the pregnancy. Mary had to stop me from trying to just to attack Salem and try and stop her getting near your girlfriend" Aloyisus mentioned. He wasn't quite sure what to ask next, but settled on another question. "So, your girlfriend… Do You love her?"

Of course Aloysius knew. Why did everyone seem to know? Miles didn't press that though, instead he simply gave another sigh, rubbing his eye. Al's next question surprised him more. What was the man playing at? He wanted questions about his life, not so much this but he obliged regardless. ”Lilith and I have- a precarious history," he replies, carefully thinking through every word. ”But of course I love her. More than anything."

Hearing the final sentence, Aloysius smiled rather proudly. Seeing Miles admit he loved someone somehow made Aloysius feel happy. "It's good to see passionate. I want you to be everything I never was" Aloysius said with a sigh.

”And that's exactly what I plan on being," Miles replies almost instantly. ”I don't really know how to be a dad, honestly don't really have anyone to ask about that, but I can at least try and be better." He takes a moment, his eyes drifting back to the TV. ”Look, I know you were only there for the start of it but what was ma's pregnancy like? I've tried asking her but she gets weirdly guarded about it. I guess I just wanna know what to expect."

" It was sweet. Mary wouldn't slow down. So I had to get creative to get her to unwind and actually rest up. So nothing really changed." Aloyisus let out a soft sigh and then carried on asking questions of his own. "I know the answer, but I have to ask. Did you ever consider trying to locate me?"

Sweet was far from the way Mary seemed to describe it in her short form answers blowing off his questions but he knew Aloysius missed a lot, maybe it all got bad after he left. Still, he couldn't stop himself from mumbling, ”Sweet for her or sweet for you?" more to himself. Not slowing down indeed sounded exactly like her. At his next question Miles gives another sigh. ”For the most part? No. I guess I kinda just accepted you weren't here. But there was a time when I was in college I got curious and did try to find you. Turns out Johnathon Park's a pretty common name in England. I know ma tried, as much as she didn't want me to know. Overheard Claire talking her out of getting plane tickets to London and Seoul to try and find you when I was like 5 or something. I don't know what she would have done when she did."

Aloysius gave a nod as Miles responded. It was a perfectly acceptable response. Aloysius decided to try and ratchet up the intensity of his questions, pushing himself into questions that Aloysius didn’t exactly want the answers to, but needed to ask anyway. ”Okay, So what do you know of the Magi rebellion at the end of the millennium? How much do you actually know about the real me, I guess is what I am asking.”

”Very little, honestly. Magi 101 didn't really hold my attention much despite how entertaining Ty is, didn't think it needed to. I know the main players and that it happened. I've read a handful of letters, that you think your ma primed you for it. Why, is there something I should know despite the fact Salem probably wants me more dead."

Aloysius was half way through ordering a drink when he heard a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. He almost froze. Spinning back to Miles with a slightly concerned look on his face. ”Ty… as in Tiberius DeLamar?” Aloysius asked, hoping to god that Miles had misspoken in some way.

Miles' brow furrowed at the man's response. Did he know Ty personally? The information Ty gave seemed textbook, he never weighed in with his own stories or thoughts, never mentioned Al as if he was any more than a figure in a story. Miles' generation made bets on where he fought, honestly Miles thought he sided with the guild. ”You know him?" he asked.

" More than know him." Aloysius remarked as he grabbed his fresh drink and downed the whole thing in one. " We have a complicated history from when I was younger" Aloysius finished. Placing the glass back on the counter, he looked back over at Miles. "Is he doing okay?"

Miles raised an eyebrow in response. "Fine I guess. He was on the council until Serena stepped up. I guess he's why ma thought I and Lil's and my babies are fine in the magi's eyes." Miles continues to toy at his bottle for a moment. ”Why, is he your ex-boyfriend or something?" he jokes

Aloysius didn't quite know how to respond to Miles joking comment. Mostly because actually it was true. With a rub if his head, Aloysius decided to tell the truth. " Actually yeah he was. Back in the war. Well kind of. We were never official. More casual. I wanted more. He didn't. Was my second in command during it all. Always thought Salem killed him in the final battle since he went quiet in the aftermath."

A simple ”Oh," was all that escaped the man's lips. It was honestly an unexpected answer but Miles wasn't sure if he was more shocked at his mother and Ty sharing a connection in his father, especially that sort of connection as Ty and his mother were two very different people, or that Ty was indeed in the Dark Shadows. ”Yet you're not chasing Ty around like a lost puppy. The magi war was only a couple of years before I was born, right? Ty wouldn't have been much longer ago than my ma."

"Ty was an interesting person, but over the time of the war it became clear that while I saw him as a friend, he was more interested in going drinking with Emily than me." Aloyisus sighed, he didn't expect to dredge up old feelings tonight. "Yeah the war was a few years before I met your mother. As I said before. Mary was different. We clicked. We had genuine connection. Unlike Salem and Ty where it kinda felt like I was trying and they weren't."

Miles pursed his lips, unsure who this was quickly becoming more awkward for. There was only so much about his parents’ love life he could handle hearing. ”Of course you dated Salem too," he mutters. Picking around his fingernails nervously.

"Salem was my first love actually. It was us breaking up that actually led to the starting of the Magi war. In a nutshell, the Magi elders decided that it would not be wise for two great families to date and eventually have children. Super babies and all that. So they asked Salem's father to split us up. I guess that was the point not where my mother started getting her tendrils into me. Enchantment magic is the worst at times" Aloysius remarked. He hadn't actually spoken about the past for a long time. Lola, his sister, simply shut him up whenever he mentioned it as she couldn't give a damn about family history.

”And here I am, making crossbreed superbabies.” Miles muses, his eyes catching the bottles on the bar, the TV on the wall, the bartender rushing around doing her job. Anything but Al. He then picks up on another line Aloysius said. ”Enchantment magic-” Miles never knew his father was magi, not until last week. All his mother had told him was that his dad was a warlock, that his power type wasn’t important as he likely inherited enchantment from her side of the family as if it wasn’t a random draw most times. ”Are magi powers hereditary?”

Aloysius listened to Miles question and then nodded. "There are certain powers that are more likely to appear in certain families. Our family gets Aero and Hydromancy alongside the world's most powerful enchanters sprinkled in" He was curious to know how much Miles knew about his Magi powers and Magi society. Maybe it was a way for the pair to bond?

Miles simply nods, he wasn’t sure if he’d call himself powerful. He didn’t bother telling Al about his powerset, he didn’t ask. ”And what are you?”

"Aeromancy. I am the strongest Aeromancer in the world. In theory. In practice, well I am a little rusty" Aloysius mentioned, he wanted to be direct and ask Miles precisely what his power was, but he didn't also want to be too direct about it.

”Aren’t you meant to be in your prime at your age or something?” Miles asks, resettling his gaze on the man.

"Yeah I am. Thing is, I haven't really used my power in a while. I could still wipe the floor with anyone else, but I couldn't push it to the same level as Salem could" Aloysius sighed and looked down at the bar.

Miles sighed, he’d gotten all the answers he’d wanted and he didn’t want Lil worrying when he returned home later than expected. ”Well, If you’re done I should get back home to Lilith. Can’t have her worrying too hard with the babies I guess. Reckon it’ll almost be as hard as getting my ma to slow down.” He starts slipping off of his seat.

"Sadly there isn't any magic that makes raising babies any easier. Well. I suppose you could enchant them to calm them down" Aloysius remarked as he saw Miles turn on the stool. "Look after yourself. I don't think Salem is going to come after you now. The fact she has left I think pretty much means you are all safe. I know you won't accept it, but if you need anything, you can just ask."

”I have a hunch Lilith wouldn’t be a fan of enchantment on the babies. What would you know anyway? Have you been around many babies?” At Aloysius’ last words Miles huff, fishing his keys out of his pocket. ”Yeah, probably not. And Aloysius? I meant what I said about ma. Leave her alone. The poor woman’s been through enough already.”
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