Witch Cat

Six Letters

Goy! Hell is Jolly, Kristoff Lenin!

I L U V D K

Guess the next user's kink.

Do you mean my selfies?

Catsup>

Ban the Person above you

Banned for trying to make me watch you die!

Take a Letter, Leave a Letter

Cons!

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

one day all members of this rp will be viewing the page. we almost had all 10. but it was for naught.
I can dream.

@AdobeFlash

I'm just waiting for Jason to point out some faults in my IC. Hopefully my brain isn't too fired after finals to be able to make decent IC posts now.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

<Snipped quote by Witch Cat>

what if the evil mage is a FURRY!
It all makes sense...
So, it looks as if the offense team all hate each other. I mean, Jacques hates everyone, and Atlas considers Mithias an acquaintance, but otherwise there is going to be some quarreling

But the recon team is made up of NERDS with characters who don't HATE EACH OTHER

@AdobeFlash

No, Adobe, please, the joke was Coal is a furry.
Ignoring that, Coal may have a slight distaste for some of his own team-mates. Only because he assumes they think badly of him.
(ALSO SCREW U #NERDS4LYFE)

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

This is the only hat Max could find.

@Polyphemus

The bad guy will be shivering in his (or her) boots when he (again, she. Let's remember Elsa was a thing) finds out a guy in a weeb-y hat is after him. Luckily, Coal was sensible enough to use magic instead of bundling up in his fursuit.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

*Grumble grumble* I wanted to make the 50th post in the IC *grumble grumble*

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

During all the talk, and befriending, Coal was just sitting by his lonesome on the floor (Well he was trying to hover, but it proved too tiring and so just gave up). Silent as ever, he sat with his knees up to his chest, while a blade that protruded from his sleeve was etching runes on the floor. “Weave the circle, tightly sewn,” he hummed, continuing the little song as he ventured deeper into his own thoughts.

”Stupid me, why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, Coal winced internally (if that’s even possible) at his own harshness, ”Just had to lose my goddamn temper and make a giant fool of myself. Everyone now thinks of me as a little brat.” Coal lifted his eyes for a second and glanced at everyone else, no one was paying Coal any attention, no one was tight lipped or had their face screwed in disgust, why would he ever need to feel worried that he was hated?

”They’re not looking at me because they want to forget me.”

“Oh.”

His eyes dropped down again.

He could have wandered into their minds again, seen what they really think. ”Don’t bother,” his inner voice sighed again, ”They probably are pitying me anyway, I don’t need their pity.” he brooded from the dark corner. ”No stupid, stop! Look as if you’re fine.", his tried putting on his best poker face, again, he felt too empty to even try now. He just glanced with his thousand mile stare at the floor, at least his runes were coming in nicely. Chipping harder at the floor proved to help distract Coal from his worryingly low self-esteem and the verbal abuse of his own mind.

“That is where the rest of you will come in though. Max, Lenya, Glory, Coal, and Azai.”, Coal’s head immediately perked up, his eyes darting at his soon-to-be teammates. He hasn’t said a word to any of them, save Lenya (then again it was less than a 100 words), and now he had to trust his life in their hands and vice versa. ”It’s just gathering intel,” he tried reassuring himself, ”No way you can screw this up.”

Rising up from his seat on the floor, and hiding the blade again, he pretended to cough, hoping to get their attention for just a split second. “I’ll just, uhh, meet you guys at the location. I need to grab something.” he said in a confused mix of mutterings and mumbles, vanishing without a word. Leaving behind only a few arcane runes, and a very messy blotch of soot in place of where he stood. Not even a day here and he already made gashes in the floor, and a huge mess.

The door to Coal’s little hut banged open, and Coal walked out of a flash of smoke. Everything was in it’s place, and Cerberus was staring judgingly at Coal from below.

“Oh hi, Cer-”

“You were terrible.”

“Terrible? What do you-”

“You snapped at two of your co-workers, spilled perfectly good doughnuts, and sat in the corner like a loner. Not a very good first impression.”

“Wait, how do you-”

“I came with you, while invisible of course, and you were just-”

“Let me get a goddamn word out, Cerberus!”, Coal felt a flare of anger rising up inside him, but it died out as soon as it came, leaving behind only emptiness. Coal let out a sigh, and continued, “Yes, fine. I acted badly but now’s not the time to lecture me, I’m being sent on my first mission and I’m really trying not to be negative right now. So, are you coming with or would you rather sit here and act smug?”

“I’m coming of course. Someone needs to keep you in check,” Cerberus purred as he appeared onto Coal’s shoulder, wrapping himself around Coal’s shoulders like a nightmarish fur-scarf. “Where are you going for this mission?”

“Some place near-by, apparently some ice-mage has been doing something nasty and I just need to find clues and stuff,” Coal for once kept talking. Blabbering about his day and the mission as he looked for and found his enchanted bag.
Made of leather, very fashionable, roomy, and nicked easily from some snobbish girl, Coal was sure she had more bags. Coal thinks she may have been French also.

Digging into it’s contents, Coal pulled out a paint brush, a magic paint brush to be exact. Everything out of that bag was magic anyway. “Yah, and this Glory girl looks to be straight out of a black-and-white photo,” Coal continued while Cerberus listened, and Coal drew runes on his skin that disappears as soon as it was drawn. Cerberus didn’t mind that Coal tended to blabber so much around familiar people, he genuinely liked the kid. Being listened to seemed to make him happy, so Cerberus listened.

“Alright then,” Coal looked at himself and his handiwork using his (probably stolen) phone, the dozen or so runes that littered his skin were completely vanished. “Clever, huh?”, Cerberus nodded in agreement, “If my clothes can’t fight off the chill, these runes will,” he added as his finger traced all of his cheek and arms. Not a single bump or drop of ink, and miraculously, he felt proud of himself.

“Ready?”

"Ready." Coal willed his door to open, a swirling vortex of blue appeared in the door frame, and a chilling wind howled from it. With a clear mind, and taking deep breaths, Coal walked through the door. A woosh of air blew his hair back as he found himself standing knee-deep in soft snow. Falling like angel-dust from the sky, pure-white snow coated everything. From the beaten up cobble paths, to the frozen solids homes, giving everything this gingerbread house feel, and Coal stood out in it like a sore thumb.

Sitting cross-legged and slowly sinking into the snow, Coal waited for the others to arrive. There were icicles forming on him already as he drew little snowmen and the ice rune Isa in the soft snow.

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

<Snipped quote by R31GN>

I'm just going to start calling you Judge Judy. You hurt my feelings >:^( But I can't wait to see how horrible we screw up when confronting this Mage dude. I bet money somebody accidentally gets stabbed. Accidents happen. Knife related accidents. Flaming knife related accidents.

On the other hand, it is time for Small Talk Part Two: Waiting Room Edition

@AdobeFlash

And Coal will just stare blankly at the side, watching all of you die, whispering in a double voice, "That's what you get for calling me boy". And the Shamanlan twist is, Coal was the mage all along!