Wraithblade6

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

*cough*

The World of Blood Compact

Hm, yeah would you mind putting it in the chars tab for us Remipa?

HCL V: insert witty title here

Ilyndriel blinked. His voice was a little frightening, not to mention the rest of him, but he seemed sincere. "Oh, that's good then. Well, if you want to come inside, follow me. I'll show you to my friends." She smiled, then turned around and started walking back into the mountain, supposedly even Khaine could fit into the caves. "My friends are Isaac and Asura. I just met them not too long ago, but they're nice..." The little girl led the giant dreadlord down the hall as she rambled on.

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

<Snipped quote by jasonwolf>
Jaklo:I'll shoot u stop hitting on her
Atlas:If I hit her she would probably die

@AdobeFlash

lol. We should have her actually fall in love with Mithias, and then we get an endless cycle of pain for all the characters involved.

The World of Blood Compact

@The Grey Dust Remipa gave a synopsis of the virus' function a few pages back in the OC. I'll have to find it as well.

Assuuione (A Multiverse RP)- Open for Business!

Mithias began to follow Claire in, wondering if he was ever going to find out what they all were doing here. So far, he heard Artorius mention some kind of terrorist group. It was probably better to stay silent and listen for any new information. There was a lot to discover about how these humans here were surviving and what the several "heroes" sent by Lydia were doing for them. Mithias passed the others, a bullet hole glistening with blood could be seen in the back of his jacket.

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

A jump in heart rate and a deep inhale tipped Mithias off that he was unnerving the sheep, well, at least one sheep. Glory greeted him kindly nonetheless, albeit with an increased tempo in her speech. He returned her bow to her and kept a respectable distance as he listened with a polite smile. Hm, perhaps the shades themselves were intimidating. Anyone with telepathic perception might have been able to tell that he was considering switching to a new silver colored, mirrored lenses that looked less dark and evil, but had left them at home in favor of a more bland and traditional (traditional being 1985) style, thinking that would be more expected by the populace... But, unfortunately his mind was an impenetrable void of blackness and no one would be the wiser.

"That is so kind of you, dear Glory. I do appreciate flowers. They may not be quite food, but their delicious scent reminds me of drinking fresh, cool water from a meadow stream in the heat of the day. I remember such a time, long before in my life. The memory is crystal as I envision being surrounded by greenery in the morning dew. I could drink that scent. I would remember it forever."

His little speech was already entrancing as she felt herself surprisingly soothed. Just listening to him felt like calming, she had been talking to a childhood friend, innocently interested in their story. That was way too powerful.

Mithias went on casually. "Don't be concerned. Most of us are a little frazzled today. Just take it slow and enjoy the moment. Ah! Atlas, my friend." His attention thankfully shifted to the other vampire.

"Hmm, it's hard to believe you never healed yourself of that scar. There was powerful dark magic in use that day. That wound could have killed you." He looked at the book cover. "Oh? And what is this? The stars and the... grave? Where did you find this?"

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

lol So I'm Walter? Heh. I kinda like it.

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

"Astute." Mithias replied and offered his hand again, this time empty, to help Drake up. With his enhanced senses and sight for prey, the vampire knew exactly how tired and dehydrated the 18 year old was. He could feel the pulse of every beat of his heart, taste the ashes in the air around him, and catch every blink of the boy's eyes as he tried to peer out of his mental fog as he came up to stand.

And yet it was pleasant that the child did not fear him. To Mithias, Drake was only that, a child. As such, he was an improper choice for feeding and would remain shielded by innocence.

Well dressed in modern garb, with his thick black hair tied back and shades over his wild eyes, Mithias smiled and continued to act like a mere mortal, moving more slowly than he otherwise would have, casually, so as not to incite alarm. He continued politely. "You were out for the entirety of five minutes, and yes, there is a meeting today." Inwardly, Mithias smirked. Only a youngling would completely forget what day it was and what this meeting was about. It had been on the schedule... Nonetheless, he skipped chiding Drake. "Everyone else is upstairs in Seph's office. I... see you've been practicing fire magic. Perhaps you would be so kind as to share some of your insight on that subject afterward?" Mithias folded his hands behind him and walked with Drake to where they both should already have been.

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

@dragonmancer

Amid the hubbub of meeting and socializing, and as the hour had grown too late for anyone to expect any more arrivals, no one had thought to check the entryway on the first floor. The room was empty, save for a man lying on the floor exhausted with a hood over his eyes, yet the sounds of conversation and smells of morning food wafted in from the rest of the building. The air was warm, comfortable as set by the heating system, and inviting. Several moments passed, yet the man continued to lay there almost stubbornly.

Mithias listened as the young man's breathing quieted to near silence, yet the vampire could still hear it matching the slight rise and fall of Drake's chest. Quietly, and slowly, the vampire approached the person lying on the floor. One soft footstep after another in dress shoes, stealthy, like a cat intentionally avoiding alerting its prey. The floorboards betrayed his closeness with a creak, and the vampire came to stand just behind Drake's head.

As the light dimmed around him with Mithias' form blocking the window, Drake would become aware of someone standing there, looming over him impolitely. Just as Drake would have moved, would have thrown up his hood and protested at the lack of consideration, a hand appeared above Drake in his visual field. It was a very pale skinned hand, a man's hand, with the nails longer and sharper than they should have been. It was attached to an arm that bore a white sleeve with a sparkling silver cufflink and a silvery-grey suit jacket that extended above where Drake could see. In that hand was delicately held... a muffin.