Brisbane. A town situated in just the right place on the world map. Don’t ask specifics I’m no Polymath, just your everyday migraine suffering Mindcaster. Growing up here as a kid I always knew I was different. You know the whole “mind reading” thing aside, it’s a lot easy to pass off as a sideshow freak and not be considered psycho. No, it was the whole “time freezes at Midnight” thing that almost landed my ass into Brisbane Hospital’s Psych Ward. Needless to say I’ve learned it was better to keep my mouth shut about the “Secret Hour” between 12:00 and 12:01.
There are others like me in this town, not Mindcasters. But, other kinds of Midnighters, though we seem few and far between. I’ve been in contact we a few Midnighters from a place called “Bixby” who’ve been very helpful in the way of information and tips, but reluctant to come help us out.
“Us” being us Brisbane Midnighters.
We’ve been holding our own well enough, but since our one and only Fire Bringer is too afraid to step outside during the Secret Hour holds us back from making any large dent in the seemingly infinite numbers of Darklings and Slithers. Plus who knows what else is out in the forest around my home.
Sometimes... actually most of the time I wish I wasn’t a Midnighter. I’m fairly certain we all feel that way at some point, it’s hard to keep secrets like this for so long. But, it’s even harder that we’re a group of people who were practically shoved together without care or thought as to the fact that we might not get along or even like each other. Occasionally, I believe the only thing that keeps us together is our shared extra hour of the day and the fact that only we know the true dangers of the dark. Nothing is more frightening than coming face to face with a shape changing Darkling that knows your deepest darkest fears. That would like nothing more than to rip your body and mind to shreds to sate their ever growing hunger.
Without the others our lives would be a lot more difficult.
Without the others our lives would be filled with a lot more fear.
Without the others we’d probably go insane with loneliness.
With numbers comes security. We’re a bigger threat if we’re in a group, I can sense the Darklings fears when we’re all in the same place at the same time.
Together we’re the nightmare of Nightmares.
Together we’re safe.
The Darklings do their best to keep us separated. But, it’s impossible. We are Midnighters and it’s our job to be the first line of defense against the Dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bells to Cafe Seville rings at an annoyingly high pitch that Aslynne can hear clearly over the sound of her music in her ears. Blaring Halestorm so loud her ears rang. A few paper flyers were rolled up in her gloved hand, the expensive leather riding gloves looked well worn and loved. Her white long sleeve blouse was tucked into her fawn colored riding breeches that were tucked into her shiny leather knee high boots. The black leather matching that of her gloves and belt she wore around her hips. Her hip length hair braided down her back, and her phone shoved into her back pocket where her purple headphones wrapped around to her front clearly hanging from her ears. Though, it was mid-summer she couldn’t allow any accidents to happen. Just the thought of skin to skin contact with someone made her feel sick to her stomach. Let alone what it actually did to her.
It was a little before noon so the shop was practically, but the hiss of Aslynne’s music could clearly be heard a foot or two away. Shoving her sunglasses up her nose with a finger (because even inside the shop was too bright) she walked up to the counter and leaned on it with a wicked grin as she caught Danielle’s attention. “Hey lovely, I have a favor to ask.” The sassy Mindcaster waved the colorful flyers in her hand. “I need a live-in stable hand and was wondering if I could tape up a flyer to the window or something. After my billy-goat ‘mysteriously’ disappeared with only its hooves and horns left behind, Sally quit.” Aslynne’s nose scrunched up in distaste but she was sure Danielle with catch her meaning.
Those damn Darklings ate her goat. Again. That was the sixth one this month. They were getting brave. Aslynne supposed that it was time to replace the hundred and something titanium stakes she had around her property all connected with a thin copper wire pushed close to the earth so nothing would trip on it. “Hey, anyway I could convince you to come down this Saturday and help me replace the wards? Daylight time of course.” Aslynne wasn’t so cruel as to ask Danielle to come out during the secret hour. She could “taste” the fear that permeated the entire shop, though Aslynne was determined that she’d one day get Danielle to come out. Aslynne had a Maglight with the Fire Bringer’s name all over it.
One might worry of Aslynne’s lack of hesitation over putting up flyers for a live-in worker instead of going through a proper agency. But, when you dealt with the deadly Darklings on a nightly basis a stranger living in your in-law apartment over your barn didn’t really worry you. Confident that she could handle any Daylighter problems that would or could come her way. Worst comes to worst she could totally mind wipe any attacker or incapacitate them with a single touch. The feel of someone’s mind rushing into your own and vice versa was not pleasant.
Her phone vibrated in her back pocket and she could taste the flavor of Professor Lee’s mind, like chai tea and pumpkin spice, with an aftertaste like a musty, dusty old book and for the third time that day she ignored it scrunching her nose in distaste. He had said something earlier this morning while she was at the college practicing on how not to go crazy in a crowd and giving him flyers to hand out that he might have someone for the job that he might be popping in. But, she wasn’t that interested in that right now.
“Also, can I get a coffee? Black, please?” Aslynne had to get the taste of Seer out of her mouth.
@Dark Light@Kaalee@sk0m
There are others like me in this town, not Mindcasters. But, other kinds of Midnighters, though we seem few and far between. I’ve been in contact we a few Midnighters from a place called “Bixby” who’ve been very helpful in the way of information and tips, but reluctant to come help us out.
“Us” being us Brisbane Midnighters.
We’ve been holding our own well enough, but since our one and only Fire Bringer is too afraid to step outside during the Secret Hour holds us back from making any large dent in the seemingly infinite numbers of Darklings and Slithers. Plus who knows what else is out in the forest around my home.
Sometimes... actually most of the time I wish I wasn’t a Midnighter. I’m fairly certain we all feel that way at some point, it’s hard to keep secrets like this for so long. But, it’s even harder that we’re a group of people who were practically shoved together without care or thought as to the fact that we might not get along or even like each other. Occasionally, I believe the only thing that keeps us together is our shared extra hour of the day and the fact that only we know the true dangers of the dark. Nothing is more frightening than coming face to face with a shape changing Darkling that knows your deepest darkest fears. That would like nothing more than to rip your body and mind to shreds to sate their ever growing hunger.
Without the others our lives would be a lot more difficult.
Without the others our lives would be filled with a lot more fear.
Without the others we’d probably go insane with loneliness.
With numbers comes security. We’re a bigger threat if we’re in a group, I can sense the Darklings fears when we’re all in the same place at the same time.
Together we’re the nightmare of Nightmares.
Together we’re safe.
The Darklings do their best to keep us separated. But, it’s impossible. We are Midnighters and it’s our job to be the first line of defense against the Dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bells to Cafe Seville rings at an annoyingly high pitch that Aslynne can hear clearly over the sound of her music in her ears. Blaring Halestorm so loud her ears rang. A few paper flyers were rolled up in her gloved hand, the expensive leather riding gloves looked well worn and loved. Her white long sleeve blouse was tucked into her fawn colored riding breeches that were tucked into her shiny leather knee high boots. The black leather matching that of her gloves and belt she wore around her hips. Her hip length hair braided down her back, and her phone shoved into her back pocket where her purple headphones wrapped around to her front clearly hanging from her ears. Though, it was mid-summer she couldn’t allow any accidents to happen. Just the thought of skin to skin contact with someone made her feel sick to her stomach. Let alone what it actually did to her.
It was a little before noon so the shop was practically, but the hiss of Aslynne’s music could clearly be heard a foot or two away. Shoving her sunglasses up her nose with a finger (because even inside the shop was too bright) she walked up to the counter and leaned on it with a wicked grin as she caught Danielle’s attention. “Hey lovely, I have a favor to ask.” The sassy Mindcaster waved the colorful flyers in her hand. “I need a live-in stable hand and was wondering if I could tape up a flyer to the window or something. After my billy-goat ‘mysteriously’ disappeared with only its hooves and horns left behind, Sally quit.” Aslynne’s nose scrunched up in distaste but she was sure Danielle with catch her meaning.
Those damn Darklings ate her goat. Again. That was the sixth one this month. They were getting brave. Aslynne supposed that it was time to replace the hundred and something titanium stakes she had around her property all connected with a thin copper wire pushed close to the earth so nothing would trip on it. “Hey, anyway I could convince you to come down this Saturday and help me replace the wards? Daylight time of course.” Aslynne wasn’t so cruel as to ask Danielle to come out during the secret hour. She could “taste” the fear that permeated the entire shop, though Aslynne was determined that she’d one day get Danielle to come out. Aslynne had a Maglight with the Fire Bringer’s name all over it.
One might worry of Aslynne’s lack of hesitation over putting up flyers for a live-in worker instead of going through a proper agency. But, when you dealt with the deadly Darklings on a nightly basis a stranger living in your in-law apartment over your barn didn’t really worry you. Confident that she could handle any Daylighter problems that would or could come her way. Worst comes to worst she could totally mind wipe any attacker or incapacitate them with a single touch. The feel of someone’s mind rushing into your own and vice versa was not pleasant.
Her phone vibrated in her back pocket and she could taste the flavor of Professor Lee’s mind, like chai tea and pumpkin spice, with an aftertaste like a musty, dusty old book and for the third time that day she ignored it scrunching her nose in distaste. He had said something earlier this morning while she was at the college practicing on how not to go crazy in a crowd and giving him flyers to hand out that he might have someone for the job that he might be popping in. But, she wasn’t that interested in that right now.
“Also, can I get a coffee? Black, please?” Aslynne had to get the taste of Seer out of her mouth.
@Dark Light@Kaalee@sk0m
