[IC] Occult Regulation Office: A Mature Wizarding World Anthology

[BrutalBx]

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“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures”

The drop of blood from the Caretakers inhuman amber eyes fell onto the table, the words he spoke aloud as he read from Shakespeare now lost to him as his mind was no longer his own. The old book, Julius Caesar fell to the floor in a thunderous bump which awoke Emory Corrigan from his slumber. He turned to look at the porcelain white naked body that lay next to him. She had not stirred yet and he did not intend to wake her. Isa needed her sleep. Slipping out of bed, he pulled himself into the pair of jeans he had left on the floor and a t-shirt before picking up his wand and heading out into the Dormum to find the source of the sound. If this was Bunny messing around with her inventions he swore he was going to Fiendfyre the whole fucking thing down. Making his way into the main common room, Corrigan was greeted by the sight of the Caretaker, covered in blood.

“Bollocks”

Jumping to action, the Welsh wizard hurried over to the Caretaker and placed his hands beneath the large man’s shoulders. “Come on, Caretaker. We need to get to the map. Don’t fight it, just let it happen and it’ll be over before you know it. I’m sorry I know it hurts”

Sound could not escape the Caretakers breathless lungs, his body shutting down from the pain that coursed through his veins like fire through a corridor. Once the pain reached his heart, that would be the end. With every second, his control waned. He could feel the strength of Master Corrigan carrying him towards the centre of the room. What happened next was always the same. His vision became blurred and he slipped into nothingness.

With a last ditch effort, Emory finally got the Caretaker to the other table and sat him on the chair. It was an old oak chair, the table top replaced with an enchanted map of the world. The blood from the Caretakers eyes dropped upon the map, which zoomed itself forward to America, then California and finally the city of San Jose. “…Winchester….” The unearthly voice whispered. The map reverted to world view as a few more drops hit the page, moving again to America but this time to a tiny town in Texas called Blue “…Candy Lady….” Reaching for his wand, Emory fired a simple light from its tip, a beacon to alert the other ORO members. They had work to do.

Vision returned to the Caretaker, his body quivering from the pain. What had just occurred was scrying. It was an awfully dark piece of magic. Salty tears began to flow down the scarred visage of the lonely creature, mixing with the blood that had already escaped, the sting in his eye dreadful to the last. He could feel master Emory wiping his face with a hankerschief, truly beneath his broken exterior he was a kind man. “Thank you, sir” As his vision cleared, the Caretaker could see more of his dearest Regulators filling the room. Embarrassment and shame took hold, he got to his feet and bowed his head. “Excuse me” He hurried off down one of the many dark passages of the Mysterium Dormum.

Emory looked at the gathering Regulators with the exhausted look that he had perfected. ”Alright ramblers, let’s get rambling. We got two hits”

[BlackPanther]

@BrutalBx[and all the peeps]

Athos

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In his room not much was to be seen but evidence of what he had done before passing out. Scribbles in a notebook where he kept details about various creatures. By the fresh ink he had apparently been dealing with unicorns.

Unicorns: friendly creatures though they tend to be skittish. However, that skittish side leaves when you try to ride one without its permission. While bruised, I was able to gain back the trust I had lost with sugar cubes and apologies. I am fairly certain they preferred the sugar cubes. Side note: Unicorns have a powerful kick.

Other then that the man himself was not visible underneath the mounds of bedding he had to compensate for the ever open window should his crows want to leave for a solo flight. The sleeping birds were the first to see the light. Both cawed before flying down to the lump that is known as Athos. Cawing commenced. Loud enough to echo, but not loud enough to cause the man to emerge from the comfy cocoon. The crows paused before they grabbed the cloth with their beaks and pulled it in unison. Athos' bare upper body was then exposed causing him to grumble before blinking open his eyes. "What....Oh light."

Athos slowly pulled himself out of bed and grabbed pants figuring this was important and he could grab a shirt before going on the mission. A yawn as he started making his way to the meeting location. Two large bruises in the shape of hoof marks were very much visible on his back as he walked. Both crows hopped after him then flew onto his shoulders when he reached the destination. "Two hits really? Where are they located?" the man who was just a few seconds ago a zombie was now wide awake.

[Vilhelm]

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Richard was already awake when the light came, the repetitive 'thud! thudthud! thudthudthump!' of the Dormum's resident cowboy doing his morning workout echoing out from his bedroom door as he put fist to punching bag. When he saw the signal flash under his door, he gave a soft sigh, pausing the workout long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow before launching into one last flurry of blows, grumbling under his breath as he did.
"This early...? Haven't even had breakfast... Just eat cereal on the way...."

His last uppercut set the punching bag rocking wildly on its stand, threatening to tip over as he turned to the door. Grabbing his wand, he flicked it towards the teetering stand on his way out- The stand righting itself just as he shut the door behind him and made his way towards the map room. Thankfully, he wasn't too late, passing by the caretaker on his way out and giving the man a passing, soft pat to the shoulder. He'd seen the scrying before- And he didn't envy the poor soul his suffering.

He stepped into the room proper just in time to hear Emory's declaration, perking a brow as he started to unwind the tape that bound his knuckles from the morning's training.
"Two hits, huh? We taking these one at a time, or are we splitting off?"
Glancing towards the map, he frowned.
"And if one of them's back home, I'm volunteering. The burgers out here just aren't the same."
This was a regular grumbling of his.

[RumikoOhara]

(Bunny)

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Bunny heard the summons as she was tweaking the actuators of her Skyboard project in an effort to improve the lateral control of the dangerous and radical new method of flying which when it did work had revealed a level of speed and control no broom could match. So she swept the special feathers she had been using back into a lock box before extinguishing the lights and heading to the meeting where she was sure a bored Florian would be chomping at the bit to get out and do something other than wait.

She thought it odd that she’d been teamed up with him at first but had adapted to the situation over time learning that he was dark because of his previous environment of Durmstrang and Russian descent; his father didn’t help much either. She knew at times she was maddening to him because of her bubbly upbeat nature and borderline ADD/OCD the latter she didn’t agree with but knew that those who didn’t understand the creative mind attributed to them most often.

She thought Florian was a cute enough guy and could see his brooding features as attractive to people seeking a lover but she didn’t work that way at least not in the present sense. Bunny didn’t have time for relationships or intimate entanglements focusing on her experiments while she was young and knowing that as soon as she gave in to her carnal desires that she’d become a mommy and then all thought of experimentation would be gone.

It was with such thoughts swirling around in her head that Miss Moon entered the meeting room and took her seat

[Shadow007]

~*~ Isadora ~*~

Despite the fact that Emory was trying to let her rest, Isadora was quickly alerted to the action in the Dormum, she quickly slipped on another of Emory's shirts, some panties, and a pair of her own blue jeans before hurrying to see what the action was about.

When she arrived, she saw that Emory, Athos, Bunny, and Richard were present, the caretaker had already scurried off to some sanctuary deep within the old Victorian style house. She swallowed heavily as she weakly greeted the other members before going over to Emory's side to see the map. "We have missions." She whispered softly, turning to look at her partner. "Do we have a plan of action about who will be leading the teams?" She asked, as she awkwardly adjusted the too large t-shirt against her body. She felt a little silly that she had rushed down here so quickly when most of the other members were not even present yet.

Isa glanced at the map once again, while she was familiar with most of the states and cities in America, she had honestly never heard of the town of Blue, Texas. "... Candy Lady?" She repeated with a hint of wonder. "I have to admit that this case has already peaked my interest." While she knew that some vile sort of work was ahead of her, she did have to wonder how on earth something like candy could be involved. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear as she started staring off into thoughts of her own. Perhaps she was more tired than she had previously realized.

[Zahir]

Tariq

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Tariq sat there in the timber chair cushioned with cotton wool and crimson material. He tapped the pencil onto the wooden work surface... tap... tap... tap... it kept growing into more frequent, rapid, louder as he at that point stood up the chair nearly jerking the furniture back wards and slamming his palms on the desk. He sniggered a little with frustration. Raising his left hand to his brow, he pressed his index along with middle finger to the centre of his forehead. Rubbing it hard and forming a slightly irritated red spot. "All....night. I swear..." deeply. "Just..." couldn't talk he got himself so wined up.

The lights turned on causing Tariq to look to his left then his right.Nodding his head, he set down the pencil he was tapping. Stood up straight and made himself look reasonably decent for he still had the clothes he was wearing the night before. He sighed and grabbed onto the white under shirt and looked at it as he then headed out of his room. He didn't care at the moment he was to busy and annoyed about thinking of the thing he stayed up half of the night for he couldn't dare think of how he was dressed or what he was wearing.His hair being a slight mess as you could tell it was only done by fingers....fingers combing the locks to make it look decent.

Walking down the stairs. Tariq was shaking a little mainly his hands. Wasn't nervous at all. Just shaking. He looked at his hands and when he focused he could calm them down and even stop the shaking. He met up with the others. Stuffing his right hand right into the green forest dress pants he was wearing. A light coloured brown belt that looks worn down and cracked with the white dress shirt tucked in neatly.All the buttons except the top two of the dress shirt were buttoned. He played with his shirt collar a bit with his left hand as he looked around at the others. Plastered on his face was a sleepless night. Tariq groaned while combing his fingers through his hair now "Goodmorning, everyone." acceptable tone of voice though his thick accent made him sound either serious or grumpy.

[Sadie]

Zara

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Footsteps. Slamming of doors. Car horns blaring. Screaming. Laughing.

These were the normal occurrences of Zara's nightly dreams. Or, more accurately, nightmares. What the young woman hid during the day only resurrected itself when her eyes turned heavy and gave way to sleep. However, she had grown numb to the terror behind her lids. It was also growing increasingly frustrating to never get a good night's sleep. Which was the present situation when all of the lights blared in her room.

With a groan, she dragged the blanket over her eyes and waved her fingers towards the lights, effectively turning them back off. The bloody damn things only stayed off long enough for her to start drifting back into sleep. With a more notable groan, Zara kicked the blankets off and sat up in her bed. "Fine! I'm up!" She rolled her eyes and stood, catching a faint glimpse of her wild bed hair in her floor-length mirror. With a raised brow, she took a step back and surveyed herself. She took in the plaid pajama pants and black tank top, which was all overshadowed by her floppy purple curls which looked as though she had been electrocuted. Rubbing her left cheek with her palm, she rolled her eyes and grabbed a thick black robe and her slippers. No use getting dressed when she didn't even know where they were going yet.

The girl dragged her feet along the floor to the meeting room, catching little whispers along the way. She could hear some of her associates still snoring away while others were tediously working on who knows what. Well, she could find out what, but she had already been lectured yesterday on keeping her mind to herself. She yawned loudly as she reached the meeting room. Her right brow raised even more at the small group that was already in attendance; however her mind was particularly interested on Isadora's current attire. Allowing herself just a little peek, she dipped her toe into the woman's mind just enough to satisfy her curiosity. When she got what she had came for, she smirked at Isadora before glancing at Emory. She lightly tapped her index finger against her nose. "Well. And a dandy morning to you as well."

[Fat Boy Kyle]

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ᛗᛖᛁᛋᛏᛖᚱ ᛞᛖᚱ ᛒᚱᛁᛖᚠᛖ

Mysterium Dormum

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“No, no, no. Not quite right, just a little extra touch of- hmm” Arthur mumbled quietly to himself as he toiled over his latest project. His desk was littered in ancient transcripts and tombs, odd ingredients, and a few cups of ‘failed attempts’. Realising that he was letting himself become frustrated, Arthur allowed himself a moments rest and fell softly backwards into his vintage leather chesterfield chair. Although old, with worn red leather and the odd stain, the chair was still rather comfortable and was practically Arthur’s second bed. He sat there for a good minute or so, letting his mind drift off and refresh itself, before slowly letting his eyes fall down to his charcoal waistcoat. ”Damn it.” he sighed, spotting a small stain on his clothing. Without thinking twice he grabbed his old wand from his desk and, with a small flick, removed the intrusive liquid from his visage. He didn’t use his old wand very often, but his current experiment required more delicateness that a staff like Namor would allow.

Frustration began to rise in him again, forcing him back to his feet and his brew. Pinches of rare and odd ingredients were grounded and sprinkled into the cup, with flicks of the wand manipulating the way that the components reacted in the mix. It was a precise procedure which left beads of sweat forming on Arthur’s brow. Several more minutes of witchcraft ensued before he was ready to once again try out the latest concoction. Taking the cup by his left hand, Arthur slowly raised it to his mouth. The subtle aromas quickly found their way up his nose and reminded him of hazel and butterscotch; and by extension his childhood. Then the liquid breached the cups edge and poured into his mouth, washing over his tongue. The flavour was smooth and delicate, with hints of nut, spice and something sweet.

”Mmmm. I think I’ve done it.” Arthur beamed, ”I’ve replicated the famous Coffee of the Moon Mountain! Fools thought they could keep their ancient recipe guarded for eternity but they were wrong! Should have ensured their ancestors tombs didn't contain the secrets!” He may have continued his victorious rambling were it not for the beacon calling him and the other regulators to the Map Room; instead he quickly pushed all his notes into a draw, grabbed his staff, and headed to the others.

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"Morning everyone" Arthur said with a smile a nod as he entered the room and took a place beside Emory at the table. His face soon dropped though, because as his eyes gazed down towards the map and the dots of the caretakers blood, his previously cheery mood quickly eroded into a more serious one. He knew straight away that the caretaker had been scrying, and he knew how much pain that the poor soul went through each time. His eyes quickly darted around the room, between each young face, looking for the caretaker but he had already left. He would need to check up on him later.

[Sarcelle Renard]

Kieran

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The scratching of a quill carving its way across paper was the only true sign of life in the otherwise dreary room. The equally dreary writer sat cross legged in his black desk chair, looking half undead as he diligently recorded the notes from his most recent attempts at replicating the Wolfsbane Potion. His desk, which was illuminated by one highly overworked and underappreciated lamp, was a complete mess when compared to the rest of the room. Stacks of thick reference books were piled precariously on and around it, all of them absolute slogs to read through even by Kieran’s standards, and the desk was littered with a great variety of clutter.

The werewolf’s half lidded eyes widened as he finally noticed that his wand was glowing, a signal from one of the other Regulators to get his off his tail so that he could be briefed on a case. A yawn escaped Kieran as he stretched, raising one arm over his head, which must have been quite an odd sight as his other was still quite busy with its writing. But alas, his notes, the mess that they were, would have to wait for another time. The quill found its usual place just outside of its holder, adding a few more dribbles of ink to its impromptu work of art on the desk, as its owner got up and ran a hand through his dark hair.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed Kieran’s suspicions that he was by no means decent enough to meet with the others, as he was clad in only boxers and a t-shirt, much to his slight annoyance. After a few minutes of rummaging and grumbling, the mage was satisfied with his apparel now that he was donning a dark pair of jeans, a fresh white t-shirt, and a black sports jacket. Personally, walking around in his skivvies wouldn’t cause Kieran to lose any sleep, but he had a suspicion that Twycross would take such an act as him growing comfortable with the others and would likely not let him live it down. So here he was, running a quick hand through his hair in a vain attempt to rein in its unruliness, wondering how it had managed to get so messy when the only sleep he had gotten was from the few hours he had dozed off at his desk.

The door closed behind him with only a soft click. Habit was a mighty powerful thing, and for Kieran, it had become habit to not draw too much attention to himself. So he made his way through the Mysterium Domum’s halls quietly, his footsteps just barely audible. ‘I’m definitely going to need a pick-me-up before we leave,’ he noted to himself, stifling the urge to yawn yet again. Much to his chagrin, he would likely have to resort to plain old coffee, as his last batch of Wideye Potion had some rather… remarkable side effects. He had tried altering the recipe to make the concoction suitable for more recreational use, but was left with a monstrosity that left his voice sounding like he had inhaled a copious amount of helium. Needless to say, he had confined himself to his room until the effects passed.

The Map Room was already filling up by the time Kieran arrived. Some were already conversing amongst themselves, so the werewolf took the opportunity to discreetly take position leaning against a wall, waiting wordlessly for the rest of his colleagues to arrive.

[Lauder]

Nickie

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A peaceful sleep awoke by the sounds of chatter she could hear outside of her room, a very sloppily organized room at that with clothes hanging about on the floor and general bits of clutter scattered around the room. Nickie kicked the sheets of her as a smile came across her face, a new day was something she rather enjoyed. With a start, she jumped up and immediately went for a small device on the side of her bed, a phone as Muggles called it. The phone, while very small, worked in the presence of others wizards to her surprise and enthusiasm as she desperately wanted to listen to her favorite form of music. She found that music was a great way to start any day, so she plugged in her headphones and went to town on listening to some electro-swing.

As she listened to her music, she officially got out of bed, dancing and swaying around her room as she made her way to her dresser. There she picked out a relatively clean pair of clothes; bra, panties, jeans, a white t-shirt, and a dark grey hoodie that she could always be seen wearing. She continued like this, getting some of her make-up ready - which was primarily eye-liner - as well as partially brushing her blue-infused hair. At the height of the next song she finally exited her room, phone in hand with the music blasting into her ears.

Nickie made her way to the map room, knowing that was where everyone was heading as it was just a morning routine at this point. The girl walked in, singing and swaying, not really paying heed to the fact that many of her peers were there doing actual serious work, or at least starting to. That is the course Nickie always takes as a care-free, fun-loving person who simply does not have time to think if such things. From there she looked at the map to see two cases, a fairly peculiar sight for the group. A smile came across her face as she studied the map, knowing full well that this would only be a fun day given the circumstances. However, that smile turned into a shit-eating grin the moment Nickie laid eyes on Isadora.

The mere sight of Isa was a dead give away, wearing an oversized shirt that she clearly didn't own at all. ”Ooooohhh,” she started, rather immaturely, ”Isa was gettin’ frisky last night!” The remark was, as expected of Nickie, said in only a kind and joking manner even if she did laugh at her comment afterwards. Stopping her music, Nickie only continued to give Isadora that grin, being overall friendly as of the morning. Though, there was always more serious matters at hand which wasn't something she always liked, but she had to deal with it. Clearing her throat and forcing her grin to go away, she looked down at the map.

”Oh, goodie, Texas! Home of the great steaks and as our good man ‘Dick’s Sporting Goods,” likes to say, the good burgers,” Nickie stated, her smile returning to her face. Her eyes flicked from person to person before she stepped back from the map and made her way over to her partner, standing slightly behind him.

[Angel Eyes]

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[jetipster]

Dr Felix Twycross

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Felix groaned as the humming grew louder and louder, the vibration attuned to his own body’s pattern triggering a whole nervous response. The vibrating wand rattling between his glasses and a goblet on the bedside table, the flashing at its tip refracting around the room. He swatted at the elegant rod of willow wood with an indistinguishable mumble along the lines of ‘5 more minutes…’ The wand responded by rolling out of reach and merely made more noise, the vibration increasing to give him actual earache. “Fine…” the mediwizard mumbled sitting up in his large bed, the vibration continuing. “I said FINE!” he snapped at his wand, triggering it to finally fall silent. He wished he’d never asked bloody Bunny to enchant his wand to make sure he didn’t miss another briefing. But as he rubbed his eyes he registered his gratitude towards the artificer when his gaze rested on the goblet containing the dregs of his sleeping draft, the changes to his wand the only way to ensure he woke from his now nightmare-less sleep.

He slipping into his bathroom he splashed his face and grabbed his dressing gown off the back of the door. Wrapping it around himself to warm against the chill, goosebumps creeping up his arms, he hurried down to their main meeting room. As he slipped into the room he sensed the sheer weight of tiredness in the room and clenched his fists. He had spoken to everyone about the importance of sleep before – it was fucking obvious. Not only was it his job to look out for the general health of everyone under this roof, but he didn’t want a sleep deprived moron watching his back when confronted by a gaggle of hags. He’d been there before and only he had gotten out alive. Maybe he needed to draw a bloody graph showing death against hours of sleep to get through to these people. There was a fine line between needing to be ready to save the world, dealing with deep personal troubles and actually functioning as a powerful wizard or witch. He made a mental note to speak to the other long serving members about it once their missions were resolved.

He nodded at the room as he entered, noting that most of the team were already here, moving to stand close to Arthur and Kieran, and away from the semi-naked Athos. He hadn’t come to terms with his feelings that he’d learnt to bury long ago, although he had noticed the bruising on his bare back as he’d entered and knew he’d have to deal with those before they deployed. His attention to detail quickly took in the tired look of the werewolf, thankful that there wasn’t going to be any hilariously high-pitched small talk and the pleasant aroma drifting from the older man beside him. ‘Oh please tell me he’s cracked it because I bloody love the stuff’ – he would have to quiz the runic expert about it later.

Felix’s grey-green eyes drifted to the outline of the United States of America on the table before him. It was always the sign of a tricky job if the vast powers of MACUSA were turning to them. He combed through his hair with his fingers before removing his glasses to polish them on his dressing gown. He rarely joined in briefing conversations, he was just deployed to either a mission where medical expertise or, more often than he’d care to admit, an autopsy was needed or to the mission that carried the highest risk and where his defensive and healing powers would most likely be required. He sighed as his glasses were placed back on his nose and peered at the map whilst the others asked questions around him.

[Xilaw]

FLORIAN SABINOV

Song for the mood

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Getting up early. Having a cup of coffee. Daily workout followed by a decent breakfast. Finally resting his head on his hands above his workdesk that was right in front of his room door, reading one of his carefully selected tomes that rested on a large wood-encased bookshelf twice his height and as wide as the medium-sized room itself. The woodmarks now clearly visible from old age, with the hint of a dark green dye that once covered it whole still partially visible on the sides of that large piece of furniture that was collecting dust for decades. Another casual morning rifed with routines. Florian loves routines. He isn't necessarily plagued with OCDs which was clearly visible from the numerous spider webs that took form in each of the corners of his room, but he likes some sort of order nonethless. His room was fairly simple and somewhat clean, if you take away the need to brush away all the grime and soot that have taken a strong foothold around his room walls.

Perhaps this negligence of room hygiene is due to the fact that he grew up with the constant presence of personal servants, his family being fairly rich and powerful in the wizarding world. He had no knowledge in forcing a brush to do it's work alone with a quick swing of his wand, either, focusing primarily on his specialty - Dark Arts. Durmstrang Institute has always had somewhat an unconventional approach to learning, directing it's interests primarily at offensive magic. Utility magic was taught, but not nearly to the extent of that studied at schools like Hogwarts.

As he immersed himself deeply into the study of various curses and their varying effects on certain mythical beings, his wand that laid on that same workdesk just left of him, for convenience since he is left-handed, brightly glowed signalling him that his presence is requested down bellow. Although he is always up for a new case, he's still a stubborn man at times and refused to head down immediately, favoring reading the book to the end. Just twenty three pages away from reaching the back cover, he read through the conclusion part rather quickly. As he finished he swiftly propelled himself off the chair and slam shut the old book, accumulated dust escaping it's pages on all sides. Already dressed from earlier in an all black outfit, fitting for his interests he thought, he left the room in a slight hurry, down the stairs and into the room where most of the residents have already gathered. As it seemed clear to him, the map showed two cases, an unusually low number, he mumbled to himself, but being in a bit of a dryspell in recent days he saw it as a relief. "Finally." - he proclaimed under his breath, loud enough for others to hear. Only after establishing the fact that there was a job to do did he then raise his head and twist his view around the room to see who's actually there with not much to add.

[RumikoOhara]

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Bunny saw Florian enter and noticed once more the shoulders and chest of his clothing dusted lightly by his old musty tomes.

{“What is it about Dark Wizards and their love of such dusty old things?”} she thought as she pondered the up and coming mission.

She had already chosen the Winchester House as it was one of the nine strange places known to the Muggles that she wanted to eventually visit and here was her chance. She had read several websites and one book about the San Jose Mystery House. She knew it had a reported 161 rooms, had 40 bedrooms, 2 ballrooms (one completed and one unfinished) as well as 47 fireplaces, over 10,000 panes of glass, 17 chimney with the possibility that if a Wizard or a Witch had been involved so many more as to be mind boggling. She couldn’t wait to see the obsession with the number 13 that was reflected in the windows and wall panels. It was as if the mad muggle woman who’d had it built understood sympathetic magic, pattern laying and possibly the Spiritual world beyond the veil.

[Heretic]

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Natalia rolled over just in time to notice she was being summoned. The young woman sighed as she turned around again just to rest for a minute longer. She closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to reduce her fatigue, as if it was somehow supposed to help. But the longer she stayed in bed, the more relaxed she became. Eventually, close to within a matter of minutes, she fell asleep again after 3 or 4 hours of being awake due to invading thoughts of the horrible dream she'd had. And now it was back again...

She was once more paralyzed. In this dream, Natalia couldn't move nor see the voice that repeatedly kept mocking her. It's as if she was meant to go through such torture and she was powerless to stop it. The voice eventually became so loud that she had to find a way to stop it. And somehow, she did just that.

"No!"

Natalia opened her eyes, her loud breathing now the only sound she heard. Beads of sweat mixed with the streak of her tears gave the woman somewhat of a rough appearance, and when she realized she was running late, she immediately kicked off the covers and hurried out of bed.

To get ready to meet the others, Natalia put on a black, long-sleeve shirt underneath a pair of denim overalls. She put on some plain, white sneakers before running to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. She attempted to fix her hair, but giving up after mere seconds, decided to just brush her teeth instead. A few minutes later, she was hurrying off to the map room, her eyes still red from crying and her hand feeling rather empty compared to the usual cup she had every morning full of herbal tea.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, attempting to draw as little attention to herself as possible as she walked through the door. It's been a while since she'd had a nightmare and she didn't want to have to play the patient as one or two other members took on the role of the psychologist. Their attempts were appreciated, but not necessary. Not when her problems couldn't be helped.

[BrutalBx]

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Interacting with Everyone

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As the room began to fill out with his fellow Regulators, Emory glanced down towards the scry map again. He watched as the Caretakers darkening blood spread out to the blank page next to it and began to scribble the information that had been passed on via the possession. It was extremely dark magic, the act of scrying. It entailed full possession of a beings mind, a far more painful type of hex than many of its siblings. Blood magic was dangerous and volatile and the Welshman was unsure why it was insisted by those in charge that it was used. The Caretaker had suffered through it for as long as he had been a part of the Office, it was something that darkened the hearts of those that witnessed it. Athos had been the first to arrive, questioning where the scry map had signified their cases would be.

”Both stateside, California and Texas”

Richard had been the next one to speak up, eyeing the map himself. ”We’ll split up into two groups, we can cover more ground so to speak that way” Swiftly following Gloves was Bunny, who for once didn’t seem overly chipper, that was a plus. Emory liked her, she was good to have around and kept spirits up when they were down but that didn’t stop her constant clattering around an annoyance.

Isa had done nothing to hide the fact that she had spent the night in Emory’s bed. Then it was no secret they had a physical relationship. Even Emory himself was unsure of what exactly was going on. Was it a comfort thing? A lot of sense had left the world for Emory and his memory had been giving him a fair bit of trouble lately. Blocks of time gone, like smoke in a strong wind disappearing before your eyes. A day apart might help him clear his head…maybe. Hearing the slight joyish tone of her voice, Emory knew what had to be done.

”I’ll take a team to Cali, Isa you go to Texas”. That girl did love her sweets.

Tariq and Zara were the next two to enter the map room. Emory had known Tariq the longest here, they were sorted into slytherin together and grew up at Hogwarts very much in arms reach of one another, not that it mattered, friends they were not. Zara was an interesting creature, beautiful and strange with such hints of sadness. She reminded him of Daisy, far too much than he was willing to share, the pain was still roar, it always would be.

Before long, Arthur, Kieran and Nickie joined the table. Three very different and distinct personalities. Arthur was the longest serving Regulator left in the office other than Emory, so usually it was those two that took on leadership roles, although depending on the case others were brought on point as well. He wad probably Emory’s closest friend. Nickie had been one of them for two years but she hadn’t really seen the type of things some of the others hand, she was in a way, an innocent. Kieran had his own demons, specifically one of the wolfie variety but he had been nothing but a godsend during his days as a Regulator.

Felix, Florian and Natalia were the final Regulators to enter the room. Felix was another one that Emory had known since his school days, he was a good friend of Daisy’s rather than Emory’s but he was a good guy non the less. Florian was someone he held a respect for, the dark arts were dangerous to be around yet Florian took it in stride. Natalia got shit done, which meant she was ok in Emory’s book. With all the Regulators now in place, Emory, being the first responder to the scry, had to take point as per their rules.

Picking up the now finished document of blood, Emory began. ”OK so, according to the scry we have two cases. In California, the famous Winchester Mystery House which has been plagued by so called hauntings has turned up a few bodies recently, all deaths unexplained. A friend of ours in their law enforcement is saying each body is lacking a soul. Fun stuff. Second job is Texas, child deaths, they seem ritualistic in nature, There’s a local legend of a Candy Lady which seems to be connected. Right then, we’ll split up and do our things. Isa will lead the Texas group which will be her, the Pink Elephent Squad, Kieran, Natalia, Arthur and Sebastian. Nickie, Gloves, Bunny, Florian and Zara are with me. You have an hour, get your gear, say your goodbyes and I’ll start apparating the house. Die well everyone”

“Die well” had become the motto of the ORO. Life expectancy for a Regulator was generally two to three years, so most who come in can only hope for a glorious death worth a damn. In reality, many die badly, in pain, alone and in the dark.

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Tariq walked into the room dressed nicely as he looked round but, he felt eyes on him. His eyes darted right back to the exact eyes he knew were looking at him. Both made eye contact as he stared into Emory's eyes. With a very dark glare of hatred....maybe hurt? Tariq and Emory always have seemed off with each other.Maybe because it's just, they don't like each other? Who knows. People are strange sometimes. Tariq breathed in deeply as he let his eyes wander away from Emory's. Nodding his head and listening half interested in what the other male was saying about the cases.

Once released. Tariq was the first to leave the room. He never got really close to anybody. Even partners he was assigned too. He never cared enough it seemed to try and get close to anybody. Confused and beaten down by his father's hand. Tariq just never cared to feel that again. He didn't want to be hurt but by doing so he was hurting himself much more then he realised.

Getting to his room he combed his hair with his fingers once more. Coughing into his left forearm. He got dressed into something clean. Blue dress pants that were a nice fit, with black dress shoes, a white tucked in under shirt, a matching blue dress coat and fedora. With a red tie. He always liked dressing differently then the others. It made him feel unique.
Tariq grabbed his wand and put it in its holster that was latched onto the black braided belt he put on. For a moment he looked at the holster and the wand and took the wand out. He watched the wand and looked at it. Such a lovely wand he thought as he then put it back into its causing.
He then walked over to his desk slowly looking down at the papers. He picked them up and sighed reading them. Hand written notes. He just let his eyes scan over them as he seemed to have a pain to his eyes. They were his notes. Written by him. Signed by him.He then opened up a drawer and slides them inside as he closed it. Tariq then looked around. He knew he was going to get the case Emory wasn't on for he only has been on two cases the whole three and a half years he's been working here.

Getting out of the room closing and locking the door. Tariq made his way down stairs as he got to the map room again. He was already to go out on the mission. Though he stayed in a dark corner this time. Not making eye contact with anybody or trying to do anything. He just kind of stared at the people who were in there.

[Lauder]

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Listening intently to Emory, the girl waited until he was finished until she got moving with the usual spring in her step. It was a lovely thought to be heading back to the states, and especially to a place that she had never really been before. Most of her childhood had been in New York and Llvermorny, not having the chance to truly travel around and explore the states even if she did have to memorize them, along with their stereotypes. The thoughts, exited her her mind as she walked into her room. There she grabbed her essentials; her stubborn wand and some Floo powder for an emergency, that was about it as she did not have much else in the way of essentials. With that, she was all ready to go as far as essentials went, of course she could pack up some booze, but those were only for after the job was done.

Returning to the map room, she noticed Tariq sitting in a dark corner of the room which she only shrugged off for the time. Nickie began her normal of duties of dancing while listening to some electro-swing, entertaining herself for a few seconds before her phone decided to go on the fritz as per the norm. ”Bloody hell, not now!,” she cried as she retrieved the phone from her pocket, futilely fiddling with it. A sigh escaped her mouth before her hand held her wand up to her face, ”Did you cause this? Jealous that I am not giving you attention?” The interrogation of the wand only resulted in silence, but Nickie knew, or rather imagined what it was saying.

With a huff of disappointment, Nickie seated herself and proceeded to essentially pout at the fact that her music had essentially been ripped away from her. Though she did know of one way to entertain herself, a cheeky smile coming to her face. ”Wingardium Leviosa,” Nickie stated, swishing and flicking her wand in the direction of Tariq, most specifically his hat. The fedora could be seen lifting from the man’s head and continuing to go upwards then towards Nickie herself. The girl could hardly contain her laughter as she felt the need to steal the man’s hat, only for her own entertainment of course. After all, how could she not want a fedora, it was the most hipster looking hat after all, and listening to electro-swing made her feel like a dirty hipster.

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Giving a dirty look at the young lady talking on the mobile. He exhaled out in a minor annoyance as she rambled on concerning something he wasn't attending to at all. Especially her taste in music. He zoned himself out as he closed his eyes and felt at ease up against the wall. He didn't appear interest in anything that was occurring round him at the instant.
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Opening his eyes slightly he at that time heard the expressions "Wingardium Leviosa!" out of the female's mouth, they sprung at him and his hat lifted up. He watched it as it floated towards her and he just groaned a little. Watching it as it was on somebody else's head.Possible OCD? Mhm....maybe. He has never really checked it out to much. Though in quality he most likely has some form of it. His heart started to race slightly as he seemed to get a bit annoyed at her actions. His breathing now shaky. He stood there up straight now and walked towards her. His hand extended in one motion. "Give me my hat back. Please. . ." He asked in the most politely demanding way he could. His voice was gentle and smooth as he spoke though hints of upset irritation was lingering in the tone. His eyes set right onto hers as he kept eye contact. His eyes just seemed very serious as they kept staring directly at her. Staying in that position he was waiting for an answer or her to just give the hat right back. Either one whichever came first.

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Athos nodded as Emory responded to him. Two state side missions how exciting. The rest of the group filed in and asked their respective questions and got their responses. He stifled a yawn and flinched when Snape lightly nipped his ear. A sigh as he held an arm just so and the white bird nestled into it before rolling to expose the bird's belly...causing for Athos to do the subconcious reaction of giving Snape a belly rub. Sirius appeared to be dozing on Athos' shoulder with his head beneath his wing.

Athos was doing just fine until Felix walked in. He stiffened and tried not to look at the man. His eyes slowly moved to sneak a glance and then quickly refocused on Emory. They had an hour and then the house was going to be in the states. Felix would probably want to fix his back so he could be fully functioning....damn those moments were always awkward. He should have grabbed a shirt. Then again it did give him an excuse to be close to Felix. jesus what am I a Highschool girl with a crush.....kinda

As soon as he had the chance he left the room. Athos made his way to his room and set down on bird and nudged the other off of him before starting to gather his supplies. He was blushing (thankfully his blushing was his ears turning red) from his encounter with Felix and the thought of having his back dealt with. He shook his head and aggresivly ran a hand through his hair. I really need to get over this...no way does he like me back. I'm like a crazy cat lady but with birds the door to his room was unlocked and slightly ajar.