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Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Listening to my normal spotify playlist and uhhh

this song kinda just... suits the whole thing?

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Unknown Location, Nocturnia Underground

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As Ezra’s message popped up on the Doctors’ phone, he gave a bit of a grumble but sent off an ‘Okay’ to the Midnight Man.

The Doctor leaned back in his chair as he closed his eyes for a moment, his hands moving to briefly reach under his mask to rub his cheeks.
”Annoying to not meet the man himself, but we’ll see what a lackey can give us in terms of information.” He spoke to himself before he heard footsteps behind him. ”Another Rumor?”

There was silence from the hooded figure behind their Leader, the Doctors eyebrows furrowed when he wasn’t answered before he turned to face the figure. There was silence between each other before the Doctor moved the clasp his hands in front of his mask with narrowed eyes.
”You’ve seen him.”
The figure gave a small nod, moving to sign with their hands; it was a form of sign language, but not one that was known to many.
”The Canary?” He raised an eyebrow and straightened up slightly.

There was more hesitation before the Doctor gave a small sigh, moving to stand up slowly before he stepped towards the figure, towering over them by at least a head.
”You’ve done well. You can rest now.” He moved to put a hand gently on the figures shoulder before he walked off to his chambers.

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Abandoned Warehouse, Iron Gate

_Thursday

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The Doctors phone buzzed as he got the text that Alastor sent him, giving a small nod before he motioned for a couple of cult members to keep a watch on the entries after Alastor entered.

”You must be the Midnight Mans’ La- Friend.” He caught himself on saying ‘lackey’, ”I hope you- and by extension he- are able to help me with some… information.”

Alastor rolled his head a bit, glancing down at the Doctor through half-lidded eyes. ”Don't expect it to be free. What information are you looking for?”

The Doctor gave a small smile, ”I don’t expect anything for free; my friend.” He said, he crossed his arms carefully as he watched Alastor carefully, ”I’ve heard rumors of something important to me, and I need to find the truth.”

The Doctor moved his hand, a tendril of shadow moving quickly along the ground before shooting up beside Alastor; a slightly blurred picture of Webb.
”This one has been seen alongside your Midnight Man.” He allowed Alastor a bit of time to look at the picture before he continued talking. ”It’s important that I find him, he’s… Important to my group. We can’t have him running amock without anyone watching him.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow. ”...Alright. Say I had seen him. What would you do? Kid's got a right to freedom of movement.”

If this guy thought he was going to interfere with a job the boss gave the spider-kid, he'd have to think again. Carefully.

”I am not disagreeing with that fact.” The Doctor said as he narrowed his eyes slightly, of course it wasn’t seen under the mask. ”I just wish to harness his abilities and help him become stronger.”

A half truth, he wanted to harness Webbs abilities, but only to make himself stronger.
The shadows twisted around the man slightly, like ebbing water that was attracted to the man.
”I promise he will not be harmed if we find him.”

Alastor cupped his chin with a hand, pretending to consider it. ”Hm. An unknown shadow organization promising good intentions, and overall sending up a lot of red flags.”

He shrugged, backing up a couple feet towards the exit. ”Sorry, but I can't help you.”

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at Alastors’ actions and words, he bared his teeth- unseen under his mask of course - before he twisted a hand upwards.

The shadows resting around him suddenly jolted, twisting across the ground like angry pythons before suddenly erupting around Alastor; attempting to grapple him and hold him in place.

About thirty seconds before The Doctor's attack shot forth, Alastor raised an eyebrow at the yellow filaments exploding around him. So, it was a very easy matter to see the attack coming, and slide his body out of the way in the most perfect way.

Then, he aimed his revolver at The Doctor's chest.

”You might not know this, but I can see every way you're thinking to move. You won't be able to dodge this bullet. So I suggest you apologize for getting dust on my shoes, and I'll take my leave.”

The Doctor snarled towards Alastor as he dodged his attack, his shadows bubbled aggressively around him. He was weighing his choices; deal with this pest or let them go and try his luck with the Canaries.
”Take your leave then.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes under his mask, ”Just let your Midnight Man know that its’ not smart to anger the Black Web.”

Alastor tilted his head, gun still fixed on the Doctor. ”Likewise.”

The Doctor moved to unclip a walkie-talkie on his waist, bringing it up to his mask.
”Let him leave. We’ll get the Token elsewhere.” He spoke into it, keeping his eyes on Alastor.

”Smart move, doc.” Alastor said bluntly, before stepping back towards the exit, never taking his eyes off the Doctor. Then he hopped in a waiting vehicle outside and was gone.

The Doctor waited for a couple minutes once the car was gone to step outside himself, furrowing his brow before he pulled out his phone. "Get Mia Ready. She's needed for a mission."

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Security was tightened around Webb's place of lodging. Two guards would be posted outside his door throughout the night. This would ensure a higher level of safety while still maintaining Webb's privacy. And, as much as possible, they would try to keep a pair of eyes on him up until he reached Silverside. Once in Silverside, it would, alas, be the Canaries responsibility to care for their newest worker.

Webb of course, was really none the wiser; unless Ezra would specifically tell him that he needed to be watched.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Now now, why would y'all even have beef with Ezra? Matthias would probably only really get involved if Aden asks him for help, due to his current focuses elsewhere.

@ERode

Ezra has only done good for Webb so he likes the Midnight man xD

<Snipped quote by SporkoBug>

Bro just becomes an animeboy.

@LanaStorm

I can't imagine him non-spood; he'd just be smol.

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:c you wanna de-spood the spood???

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Wren is entirely ready to fuck shit up ahahah, he and Val have the biggest fusions in terms of their Wilds.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Ehlm City, Approaching the Central Spectral Woods

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Wren used the hours to show Ebony the basics of using a pistol, even offering one of his own to the kid; in case they needed to use it.
Occasionally the older male looked out the windows of the convoy to see the trees, instinctively glancing down to Mimi, who was curled on the ground, resting with their eyes closed; but they were tense.

Ferz understood why the other Wild would be tense, but he wasn't going to bring it up.

The drive spoke through to them that there was an obstacle, Wren tilted his head in slight confusion before the Convoy all but screamed to a halt.
"What in the-" Wren asked as he looked outside, furrowing his brow as he heard Savio call out. "Shit." He whispered before he looked around to listen to what everyone else thought to do.

Ebony gave a squeak when Val gave them his rifle, gripping it gently as to not drop the weapon. They hesitated with a bit of a nod when told not to use it unless they needed to.

Stalker gave a rumble as Val stepped towards him, baring his teeth with a snarl when they referred to as 'cute'; but his attention turned to the convoy as the door let out the scent he wasn't expecting.
"Traitor." He snarled loudly, turning away from Val and stepping towards the Convoy, "Do not think of fleeing; I will have Roose chase you down and snap your pathetic neck."

Mimi had lifted their head when the convoy jolted to a halt and listened to the words being spoken, before their feathers prickled aggressively at Stalkers voice.
"Stalker." They hissed, they looked to Wren and then to Ebony, "Little, stay here. These are dangerous." They said before they moved to slip from the truck.

Wren moved and grabbed her midsection just before he hind legs, stopping Mimi from moving for a moment; causing the raptor to give a small honk-like sound in confusion.
"I'm not letting you die." He said sternly, "They're not going to harm you while I'm here."
He moved quickly, slipping out from the convoy vehicle and placed Mimi back into the vehicle. "You stay." He said, almost an order.

When Wren came into view, as the man walked up to the front of the vehicle slowly, no weapons in hand; Stalker gave what sounded almost like a laugh. He found the wild-fused man laughable.
"Ferz, you poor fool; paired to one of the lost feeds?" He rumbled, his attention pulled from Mimi. "The King will find this humorous."

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

By the way @LanaStorm, did you want to catch one of the Canary NPCs in Smoke Risers? I'll leave it up to you whether the Blue Bloods might find them and take issue.

Also @SporkoBug didn't forget you, will give lil Webb his mission asap.

@Yankee

No rush of course <3

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Challenge: Stop making your Bug-based characters cute and adorable Sparky.
Impossible. I will never. I love them.

If you hugged Webb hard enough he'd probably squeak like a squeaky toy.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Thursday, November 3rd

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Harriet’s Orphanage; Hamlet

_{Mentions: Detective Kingsley @Estylwen}

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”Mamma!” Calem said as Harriet re-entered the Orphanage, she had to take a phone call from Nyk before she could see the kids again. The Feathered Woman scooped up her son happily and nuzzled her face into his gently, getting a wild fit of giggles from Calem as she did so.

”How is my little chick doing?” She said lovingly, even though she dropped him off merely 3 hours beforehand. She had to take care of some business before seeing the kids, having Von take Calem to the Orphanage instead.

Not that the little kid cared, he enjoyed time with ‘uncle’ Von!

”We finger painted!” The little one spoke softly, ”I drew dinosaurs! ROAAAAR!” Calem roared in his mothers ear, causing the woman to wince slightly; grimacing for a moment as she tried to regain hearing in her ear before she looked to her Son and smiled.
”Yeah? Which one did you draw? Maybe a Dikotaraptor? Or an Ankylosaurus? Oh what about a Plesiosaur?” He cooed as she carried him to a table, getting ready to look over everything he had been doing without her.

”Ma’am.” Dale stopped her, Harriet tensed and stared angrily at the man before Von stepped over to gently take Calem from her. Harriet instinctively protested, giving a glare towards her own workers before Dale spoke again, ”Work matters, it’s important.”
Harriet relaxed on her grip on Calem and looked to her son softly, she was hurt to leave him again so soon. ”Mamma’s just got to do some paperwork, okay?” She said, feigning a smile before she followed Dale up the stairway towards her office.

Once the door was closed behind them, Harriet put a claw against Dale’s throat as her eye glimmered with anger.
”What’s so important that you interrupt time with my boy? Someone better be dead or missing-” She snarled before Dale motioned to the window.

The glass was cut.
Fuck.
”Did they take anything?” She asked as she stepped towards the window, looking around the room to see if she could see anything out of place.
”Negative, Everything seems fine.” Dale said calmly, ”But someone had intruded here.”

Harriets’ ears twitched before she looked at her computer for a moment, she hesitated before she turned it on.
”Aabaria,” She spoke, her computer screen lighting up bright green before a small glimmering blue orb spun in the center of the screen.
”Good morning Ms Talon;
I hope you are doing well? You did not speak to me last night when you logged in.” Said the AI assistant.

Harriets’ blood ran cold and she narrowed her eyes, gripping her nice wooden desk to the point her sharp nails almost broke through the lacquer finish. ”That bastard.” She hissed under her breath.
She knew he was after her, so of course he’d try something devious; gods, why was he so cowardly as to not try and take her on, head to head? Was he gathering information to try and pull her further down?
Information on her physical abilities? Her past? On Calem?

”You left open the email to T.Rex, were you planning on emailing them back, Ma’am?”
”The email from-” She moved to read the email herself, her eyes narrowing before widening slightly and she leaned back in her chair.

”Ms Talon?” Dale’s voice cut into her mind, Harriet looked at him for a moment before she breathed out slowly, closing her eyes as she tried to pull herself together. She was a rush of emotions; mainly anger and grief why did he have to bring that up again? Why was he bothering to annoy her, why now of all things!

”Ms Talon. You’re needed downstairs.” Vons’ voice came through a walkie talkie on her desk, he sounded scared.
Shit, What now?
Harriet almost shot up from her chair, heading downstairs and moved to a side room where Von was waiting outside of, motioning for her to come inside.

Calem sat there, snivelling to himself as tears streamed down his face.
”Baby!” She spoke as she moved to scoop him out of the plush chair he was in and moved to sit down to have him against her, rubbing his head softly before she shot a glare towards Von. ”Speak, now.”

Von shuffled slightly, looking around to try and find the words.
”I broke da toy.” Calem said with a sniffle, ”Da train that Unkle emoo gave me.”
Harriet looked puzzled, the train was made of solid metal, how did Calem break it?
”Another boy tried to take it from him, they played tug of war over it and then Calem just… Bent it in half; like it was butter.” Von spoke.
Harriets’ breathing hitched, she looked to Calem, cradled in her arms and sobbing into her shirt.

How would he-
Did he have-
No. Surely not.
No, please no.

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Safe House, Elysium Heights

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We should get a cat.
Since when did you want a cat?
I feel like you need company in your sad, boring life.
My life isn’t sad or Boring! I’m a rockstar, I have shit cut out for me!
You’re currently hiding from one of the many mafia of this lovely city.
Sometimes famous people get into bad spots. We’ll be fine.

He was finished with talking to Bard while lying upside down in his bed. Of course, an armed guard was there, watching the door mainly; but he could feel the eyes on him still.
Yes, as a rockstar he’d be used to having eyes on him; but not like this.

“Right. Breakfast.” He said as he pulled himself from the bed, wearing a singlet and long boxes - his usual sleepwear was nude, but he wasn’t going to do that here. Who knew if there were camera’s everywhere?

And admittedly Glade didn’t really trust Ezra to not hold onto that footage in case he needed to blackmail him.

He sighed as he stepped into the kitchen, the heavy booted footsteps still following him. Of course.
Maybe if he thought of them more as a buddy bodyguard he’d feel less anxious about it, but they were almost emotionless; no emotion or humour to them.

He had tried to make a joke with them last night, when they gave no response Glade replied with “I guess the Midnight Man doesn’t pay for humor.” with rolled eyes.

Ezra was right, there was left over Noc Noc Burger for breakfast; and Glade still wasn’t going to complain over free food. He reheated it before sitting back on the couch and stared at the wall before his phone buzzed.
Hey, dis u? A text read before a link came through to a video, it was Nickle’s News. Asterion himself was talking about the events of the night before. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Asterion let out, he texted back the other number.
Don’t you fucking dare. You owe me so much shit man.

What Glade didn’t notice was a small Raven sitting outside the windows, watching him quietly. It tilted its head before fanning its wings out and flew back over the city.

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Webbs House, Xavier Tower, Jeweled Bank

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Webb barely acknowledged Ezra’s text when it came through, he had fallen asleep in his cozy bed-nest once he managed to get up and get some food before settling down again.

The spiderling slowly stirred from within the blankets before he poked his head out; his eyes adjusting to the light as he gave a small hiss before moving to yawn; his mandibles stretching out of his widened mouth before flexing back to their place before he accidentally bit at them or anything.

Ezra said Bugs. He thought to himself, moving to untangled himself from the blankets before tumbling off the bed and onto the ground with a grunt. That hurt his tailbone; hopefully his spinnerets weren’t damaged at all. He didn’t want to have to wait for that to heal over.

Webb listened as he laid on the ground, he focused on the smallest movements, trying to see if he could hear any movement from anything tiny. Mm, too clean here. He thought to himself as he pulled himself up off the ground finally.

Where notebook, need call number friend. Webb spoke as he moved to find his old clothes, he was never good at writing; but he had gotten people to write numbers down for if he needed to contact them.
And he had one friend in mind. He typed in the number carefully, Webb didn’t want to call a stranger after all.

”Hello, This is Viv; who am I speaking to?” A femme voice came from over the phone.
“It Webb! Have Phone, Save numbers.” Webb said quickly, there was a crash on the other side of the phone before the voice swore for a moment and swore in a language that Webb didn’t understand.
The Spiderling waited for a response before saying anything else.
”You have a phone? Shit that’s big news. What’s up? Are you in trouble?” Viv replied.
“Have job. Need bugs for mo… Watching.” Webb couldn’t think of the word ‘monitoring’ currently.

Again, Viv was quiet, but only for a moment. ”Please swing by, we’ll talk it out at mind, alright?” She asked, Webb nodded before pausing; remembering she couldn’t see him.
“Will swing, be soon.”
He hung up the phone before moving to put clothes on.

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Viv made sure to keep one of her screen doors open, she knew that when she said ‘swing around’ the spiderling would take that literally.
She couldn’t expect too much from the guy, he is mostly just a humanoid spider with less grotesque features; but he still mentally seemed to function like a spider deep down.

Webb flicked through her window and slammed into the comfy couch she had, Viv let out a squeak as he did so but relaxed as she got the calculations correct.
”You have to be careful!” Viv spoke in a language that Webb could use fluently, it helped mitigate any misinterpretations. ”You’re lucky I thought about this.”

Webb mumbled a curse in the language before he pulled himself from the couch and shook his body.
”You said swing by! I swung!” Webb argued at her, Viv gave a pause and breathed out slowly as to not get angry with her friend.
To be fair, he had a cute face so he was hard to stay angry at.

Well; if you thought the look of a little peacock spider was cute - Which luckily for Webb, Viv did.
”Right, what did you need?” Viv asked as she helped him settle into the couch properly and made sure he wasn’t injured in any way.
”Bugs!”
Viv gave a sigh, ”yes, but what bugs?” She elaborated gently.
”I need Bugs to Monitor the Silver Canary for Ezra - The Midnight Man. He’s paying me to do this; and the Canaries said they’ll give me a job!” Webb practically beamed, he was very proud of himself, getting two new friends like this.

Viv stared at Webb before she moved to stand up slowly, ”I need coffee before I can properly take this in. Can I get you a drink?”
”Warm water and a straw?”
Viv smiled, ”Of course.”

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Viv

Vivianne Scale

23 | Female | Entomologist - Webbs' Friend

Description: Vivianne (Viv to most people) is a young academic success; she became an Entomologist very young in her career, and is often looked down on it because of her age.
She's kind and caring, not one to resort to action or violence to solve a problem unless its' really needed. She often wonders how she survived being in Nocturnia with this demeanor, but she's not complaining.
She came across Webb a few days after he first woke up; starved and confused. With her instinctive affinity to creepy crawlies, she took Webb in to her little studio apartment (Filled with Terrariums and bug raising supplies) and got him on his feet.

Gyft:
Entomo-language; She's able to understand and talk to all walks of the invertebrate life of Insects and Arachnids; and they can understand her. However, not all Bugs really want to carry an important conversation unless it's about food.