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Hey guys! I'm Aces Away, you can call me Ace or Aces!

I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.

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Chasa listened to Simon with sort of detached interest, mulling over his words and solidifying her and Darnies's thought of him being a Fae of the Hunt. She kept her arms crossed at her chest and leaned against the mossy cavern wall as the Fae finally began his actions. The snap was louder than expected, but she tilted her head at the Hunter's minute response. Then, his attention found it's way to her. His words were cold and barbed, they aimed for the weakest of points and attempted to sink their hooks into you, pull you out and leave you unraveled before him. The only problem was she was the last one they would work on.

When he finished, she laughed. It was oddly blank, just as her face had become. She leaned into the element she was made of and took comfort in the lack of emotion.

"Dear Hunter," She began, staring directly into his eyes over Simon's shoulder as she knelt down, her stance still wide and perfectly balanced. "You seem to be under the assumption that some Creatures don't exist purely to serve." It was said with the tone of a teacher that had to give a student a hard lesson about life. "A shield benefits from its owner; in return for getting dented and dirty in way of protecting, the shield is then hammered back into shape and polished. It does not weather in nature, as the owner keeps it by his side in shelter. It keeps place at one's side in court and in battle, and it serves its purpose until it no longer can," She tilted her head and shrugs. "at which point it is melted back down and reforged, or it finds its final resting place in the ground with its master. Regardless, a much better life than a hunk of ore that didn't know purpose or life, weathered to sediment and swept away by the current, don't you think?"


"Wow," Darnies said, looking at Bo with sad eyes. "You don't even know that normal weed can't get you high anymore, that's sad." He nodded to Vie and she disappeared into the Garden, heading for a small shed-like building on the other side of the pond. He looked at his red raw arms and realized he had begun bleeding again and groaned dramatically. He snatched up a branch of flowers from a shrub whose petals began reddish purple at the base but bled yellow as it reached the tips. He slipped his arms directly into the shallow pond, pressing the flowers against the cuts under the water. He couldn't heal himself, that was always a gift meant for use on others, but that didn't mean he didn't know medicinal properties both scientific and magical. It may be said that Witch Hazel was named with the middle english word wych, but that's just because the Mundane world needed to rationalize everything, it came from his people and the Supernatural world knew it.

The blood stopped flowing and the redness died down, making him look more like a sunburn victim that got a ton of paper cuts than someone that stood in the middle of a glass and fire tornado. He counted it as a plus. He let the branch drop to the bottom of the pond and pulled his arms out must as Vie returned with a tray, two blunts rolled with a dark red filling, and two that were almost unnaturally green inside. She handed the red-filled ones to the vampires and set the tray to her left as she sat down next to Darnies and they each picked up one of the green ones.

"You didn't have to roll them for us, Vie." Darnies said, though his smile was grateful.

"I looked out the window and you were shoulder deep in pond water, Little Earth, it only made sense." She assured, smiling back.

"Thanks," He replied as he lit up. "Anyway, Baby Bite, I use a mix of blood and potion instead of water every other watering period, and then Vie continues to imbue it with leftover bottles of my magic when I can't be here." He blows out a cloud of smoke and turns his head to Neirie.

"Hey, not tryina push you or anything, but..." He laid back in the soft moss. "my wards...they, well let's just say they alerted me in a way they don't often do. Is there like," He waved a hand vaguely. "a specific task you came to Gravette for or something?"
Darnies was very curious just how old the younger vampire had been when she was bit, and how long it has been since. He knew she felt fresh against the wards back at the bar but that could mean any number of years depending on what strain of vamp she was. Watching her bounce around as she took in the Garden made his heart hurt, just a bit. He wondered how she managed such a youthful exuberance, and if maybe he would have looked that excited about things if he still had his Coven with him. When she asked about staying behind, he had to restrain a smile.

Turning to Vie, he whispered to her, "Make sure you give her some of the O negative strain, it'll chill her out a bit," before turning back to her. "You can stay in the Garden, I'll have Chasa come stay with you once she drops the Hunter behind the Fall. Something tells me you'd love to sample some of our product and Vie knows how everything effects each creature, so she'll chill with ya too." Chasa looked ready to object to leaving his side, but he quickly turned to Simon as the Fae spoke up. The thought of this being a learning experience put an odd taste in his mouth, but he couldn't argue with the Fae; obviously the younger vampire never had a bad enough encounter to make her wary, this might help her realize the severity. "Come in after you've spent some time out here. It tends to be something you have to gather yourself together for so you wont go into a Frenzy, yeah?" The last thing he needed was a rabid baby vampire tearing through his safe haven.

He quickly ushered Simon behind the fountain and watched as Chasa set the Hunter down. He then went all the way to the back of the cavern where the light didn't reach, and took a deep, shaky breath as he went to open the chest there. He fumbled with the lock, breath catching in his throat.

"DarnDarn..." Chasa called softly from the front.

"I'm ok," he replied, closing his eyes and willing his hands to still. He pressed his magic into the padlock and sighed as it popped open. Darnies should have brought tools with him. Hell, he should have asked Akseli if he had any spare brass knuckles, that would have been a start. But there was something...poetic, almost, about them using the tools and chains he was pulling out. Chasa was stiff as a board next to Simon as she listened to the manacles clink and crash together. He knew she didn't like these items any more than he did, what with his residual emotions regarding them no doubt seeping into her during her creation.

He came back into the light with the manacles and a rolled up leather case, stained with long-dried blood.

His, of course. And the blood of every other Witch the Brant family had ever tortured and killed. He held the case out to Simon and quickly dropped it into the Fae's hands.

"Don't worry, all the tools you're getting are iridium, they won't burn you." The just keep them the fuck away from me went unsaid, but he's sure the Fae got the message. He held the chains up next, but his hands couldn't seem to let go of them, despite the redness it caused his hands and the smoke rising from the point of contact. Chasa took that moment to come over, gently placing her hands over his and making him jump. He must have been zoning out, because his skin was redder, and the hot needle feeling had made it all the way up his arm. He had gotten lost staring at the filed and scratched surface of the manacles where all of the binding runes had sat, before he couldn't take it one day early on in their stay at the garden. He had spent the whole day filing off the evil things so there was no trace of what they could even have been.

"DarnDarn, let me," Chasa spoke up, taking the damned things from his rigid grip and chaining the Hunter up with an efficiency that told the others she had done this before. Of course, she and Darnies hadn't tortured or imprisoned Hunters down here before, but that doesn't mean they never have. She finished the last bolt and got up, turning to the two men. "Darn-"

"I changed my mind, you stay here with Simon and I'll go entertain Baby Vamp, I need to...chill." and he was gone, leaving Fae and Golem to stare at each other.

"Sorry," Chasa spoke up, tilting her head at the tools in the Fae's hands. "Lots of bad memories." That was all the explanation she'd give him, as any Creature older than a few years would be fairly aware of just what that entailed, especially if Simon had figured out just what Darnies was.

"Sooooooo," she clapped her hands together, the sound booming even over the sound of the water behind them. "Torture time? Darnies will come back inside to heal him up if you think you went too far."


"Hey Baby Vamp, Neirie, change of plans! Do you smoke? I need a very big blunt and I haven't had a chance to sell my newest Blood Strain, so y'all would make great taste testers!" He was totally cheery. No racing heart or fuzzy head as the memories ate at him whole, definitely not.

The look Vie gave him said he couldn't even lie to himself.
They led everyone to the edge of town and then into the woods surrounding it, not a hard task given how small Gravette was. Another few minute walk through the woods and Darnies and Chasa stopped suddenly, and the Witch pulled his hand from his pocket to rest them against an old, random tree with a soft hum. The bottom of the trunk began to shimmer before disappearing completely, leaving a large, dark hole that filled half the trunk bottom and its roots.

"I'll go in first," Darnies said, sitting down at the edge and holding the top of the entrance with the hand not holding his cane, like he was at a waterpark going down a slide. "Chasa will follow up the rear once y'all are through." And with that, he used the leverage he had to push himself down, disappearing down the tunnel with the sound of rustling leaves.

When he appeared at the bottom, coming to soft stop, he wiped off his clothes and stood off to the side, waiting for the others.

The cavern was beautiful. It was well lit by luminescent crystals and covered in green. Flowers and other plants seemed randomly interspersed, but Darnies knew they were always put near another plant that wouldn't interact with their magical properties. Moss hung from the ceiling and a small waterfall could be seen to the right of the entrance, leading into a shallow pond. Overall, it was beautiful.

"Hello, Little Earth," A voice announced behind him, and he tilted his head a bit to see the owner. A woman with faded green skin and rich brown hair, twisting gray horns standing atop. Vines made up her clothes and even came seemingly straight from her body, wrapping around it. Her tree-trunk brown eyes shone with life.

"Vie! Good to see you, how's everything going." He replied, a large grin spreading on his face.

"Very well, I've harvested several plants already, and have not had to deal with any invasive species. Many other plants are close to harvest."

"That's great!" He replied as the others finally appeared at the bottom. Just before Chasa, Josip was sent down, and his limp body rolled a few times before coming to a stop. Chasa then appeared at the entrance, crouched down to see what had happened.

"Should I not have tossed him down?" She asked, head tilted like a confused puppy. "It's a pretty simple trip down..."

Darnies laughed, looking at the Hunter with glee. "Nah Chasa, you were perfect, it's exactly what he needed." He replied. Then, he turned to Vie and led her forward to meet the others. "Everyone, this is Violet, Violet this is...ah..."

"Simon, Neirie, and..." Chasa frowned. "I don't think we got your name yet," She said to Bonnie. "We've been a bit busy." she explained for Vie's sake.

"Pleasure to meet you all." Vie said honestly. "Are you here to buy-"

"Nope! No, Vie," Darnies interrupted before cocking his head. "Or, well, maybe later. Right now we're here to interrogate a Hunter in peace."

Her features darkened a bit in understanding. "The cavern behind the waterfall is open and it keeps him from seeing the whole Garden." She supplied with a glare towards the Hunter.

Darnies could understand, of course, as the way he had met the Forest Nymph was less than pleasant. He and Chasa had been hiding in a small patch of forest for the night to get to sleep when smoke had woken their senses. Violet had crashed through the trees, half burned and screaming in terror. A Hunter broke through the small clearing just a second after her, homemade flamethrower poised to fire again.

"Chasa, take care of him please." Darnies had said, carefully grabbing the wounded creature while pulling a salve out of his threadbare bag. As he applied the salve, Chasa towered over the Hunter, raising a judgmental eyebrow as he tried to use the weapon on her. He would, of course, need more than that to effect her clay-birthed form.

That was the last Hunter they had killed before coming to Gravette. Vie had actually been the one to sense this place, and they spent a few months making into a thriving environment. When they decided to move into Gravette, Vie chose to stay behind and make it her new Domain, taking care of everything when Darnies couldn't.

Darnies looked to the other Beings, the first ones to ever see their Garden.

"Alright, through the waterfall then." He announced as Chasa picked Josip back up.

Location: Woodworking Club Room


Micha spent his time on the way to the other club wincing and rubbing at his ears. All these clubs were extremely loud, or rather...lively, much unlike theirs. He hasn't been around so much noise in years, and it was starting to get to him. All the chaotic energy of the school was making him extra testy, only for it to be increased upon their meeting the Club President, especially after he had apparently stopped the club to meditate.

Then he had to talk shit about Micha's energy, and honestly if his day wasn't going the way it was, Micha wouldn't have cared, but it wasn't exactly going well, or even any semblance of positive.

"Look man, I'm sorry not everyone has time to meditate their problems away or whatever, but if you're gonna be rude to guests then I'll make the fucking door myself." He was scowling, brows pulled close together and arms crossed in front of his chest. He had stepped in front of Siera and Haruka, protective instincts not caring that he didn't really even know him.
The crossbow was new, Chasa thought as the older vampire brought it out. Her real attention still remained on Josip and DarnDarn. Luckily, the Hunter was doing the opposite of aggravating her charge now. Darnies's blade slowly lowered the longer the Hunter rambled on, ad she could see his shoulder begin to hunch with boredom, his head ticked to the side in confusion. It was hilarious that the Hunter believed Darnies to be drawing his attention for self centered reasons, because quite the opposite was true; there were families in this bar, little werepups and ankle biters that really did bite your ankles. There was a pregnant Succubus in the back corner with her Human wife, arms tight around each other. Darnies has in fact always taken it upon himself to protect this bar and the patrons within, and hearing Josip wax poetic with vile words set off his protective instincts so intensely that his Old Magic bled out. They'd have to look into that later.

"This dude is like...crazy crazy, huh?" Darnies spoke up as the man fainted. "Last time i heard a monologue like that, Aharon had seen me get thrown through my first window."

"I still do not like that it's a recurring theme with you young one," Aharon spoke up from beside him, having come over at the sound of his name. He knelt down and scanned a hand over the man's body while Simon contained his own emotional blow up at Bonnie. "The Human is fine, I don't even need to heal him. I could heal you though." He made the offer knowing the young Witch wouldn't accept, he never does.

"Thanks man, but I'm not a fan of the way Angel Grace feels, no offense."

"None taken," The Seraphim answered. "You're Earthen energy reacts to my own Celestial, it is nothing to feel offended over." He went back to his stool at the bar, picking up his book and giving Akseli an exasperated glare when his Charge offered him a shot glass. With a grin Akseli then pulled out the frsh steeped tea he had hidden behind his back and gave that to the Angel, who took it gratefully.

Simon's attention had returned to the Hunter, throwing out ways to deal with him with an almost cold joy. Well, he was a Fae, and obviously by the smoking and bar-inhabiting, he wasn't one from the forests. He was probably Wild or nomadic.

"Actually," Chasa cut in, bending down and throwing the body over her shoulder like it was nothing. "We have a good place for that."

"Yeah, and I'd love to leave the torture-interrogation to you, that shit makes me queasy." Of course, the reason for that is because he himself had been chained up and tortured and now he has panic attacks whenever he's too close to the subject of it, but he wasn't about to tell strangers that. "Baby Vamp, Ms. Mysterious, you're also welcome to join us, as we all seem to have some questions. Shall we?" and him and Chasa began walking out the door and down the alleyway, Darnies twirling his fingers a bit and making Josip invisible to any but their group, who had already perceived him.
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Location: Writing Club Room


Micha took everything in with a rueful air, nodding to Kevin when the boy asked after him. He closed his eyes and listened to Seira start her history lesson after introductions had subsided, only to be startled alert by the door slamming open as another Writing Club recruit shot through, giving an analysis of the club as enthusiastic as his own had been before the door itself finally gave up its ghost and came down to the floor with a harsh rattle as it settled.

While he and Haruka had a similar distaste for the club, it seemed, their opinions diverged from there. He was not a fan of how she spoke to Seira and shittalked the place. He had made it clear that he didn't want to be in the school at all, Haruka was showing specific distaste for the club based off the way the room looked and he wasn't a fan of that at all. Him and Boaz had been extremely productive in some of the places they had found shelter in, and those were far shoddier than the sort of dusty Writing Club room. Call him biased, but it wasn't that bad.

The thoughts had been lazily drifting through his head as Seira turned attention back to her and he tuned back in when he heard her pull out the blackboard, and enjoyed listening to Jing's little additions as she steadfastly ignored them. The scratch of chalk continued for a few moments before stopping, and Micha took that as his time to stand up, giving a short stretch of his back before looking at what she had been writing.

Well, she wasn't wrong... it would kill two birds with one stone to reach out to the Woodworking Club for both relations and a first request already at hand. Something tells him none of the other clubs would be surprised by such a request on the first day if they knew where the Writing Club was situated.

"Okay..." Micha muttered. He spoke up to Seira for her to know and anyone else that was listening so they didn't mix ideas. "Hey I'll hit up the Woodworking club and see about maybe getting us a new door, or at least someone's reject that can hang straight on a door hinge," he paused for a second before rolling his eyes. "though I've been told I don't have the most welcoming personality so someone should come with." the people who told him that were abusive rich assholes, but he can't say they were all too wrong.


Interactions: @Rithas, club as a whole
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Everyone, see discord soon for a #worldbuilding thread because it'll help yall follow the plot soon too!

Location: Writing Club Room

Interactions: @Rithas and Others, indirectly


Micha listened to the roughshod opening to his new daily life and restrained himself from using his foot to lean back the chair; he had tried that when he first arrived this morning and the legs had given a frankly terrifying creak and wobble. He watched a bit dispationetly, foot up on the chair and arms crossed at their wrists on his knee. A glance at his desk in front of him had him suitably distracted with trying to figure out what the hell 'The Capitalizards want your granny's paycheck' meant.

He was so focused he almost missed as the first person stood, giving her idea and introducing herself as Yvonne, soon followed by Naoko; the pink haired girl to his right from where he was sat in the fourth seat down from the front. She was an odd sort of bubbly-nervous that he wasn't sure he was fond of. She seemed enthusiastic of Yvonne's idea, though didn't give one of her own. When the girl settled herself back down he raised his hand up off his arm a bit.

"I'm Micha, I'm not really in the market to give a shit about parading our usefulness to the people here, I'd rather be sent home anyways." he introduced instead of throwing in his own idea. Then the thought crossed his mind and he looked up to the chick that seems to have everything together. "We do get kicked out if we fuck up this competition thing, yeah?"

As he asked the last part, his stupid brain decided to forget about the ominous creaks and he used his planted foot to push the chair back just a bit and-

SNAP

THUD


His shoulder met the floor as the chair gave out beneath him, falling to peices and throwing him off. He pushed up from the floor and gave an aggrieved sigh, thinking of Boaz and the fact that he doesn't even know if he can contact him from this hellscape.

"Please tell me we can fuckin' go home." He grumbled quietly as he returned to his spot and sat down on the floor after clearing the pieces out of the way. This effectively cut his vision off from everyone, and theirs to him as the desk was suddenly the same height as his face.

'This is fine.'
Silence reigned over the bar as Josip's speech unraveled. There was no scraping of utensils against plates, no card shuffling or tiles clacking, no glasses clinking nor feet tapping. Just absolute silence as fear and worry permeated the air.

Had anyone's sights been on Darnies's booth instead of the man still outside the bar proper, they would see his form hunched angrily as he stared blankly at the table before him. The air around him seemed to thicken and gain weight, feeling almost oppressive. But it also felt alive, almost like you could be suffocating for an eternity under the air yet never find the release of death. It radiated out from him slowly, but soon the whole bar could feel the weight of his energy as he stood and made his way slowly to the doorway with heavy clacks of his cane.

Chasa watched him pass her and followed up his rear, ever the stalwart support he needs, and ever ready to be his shield despite him not needing one. Her body vibrated with his energy and was responding in turn, her gray eyes shifting to a natural green and her tattoo shimmering in its place on her chest. It was nothing compared to Darnies, however. When the Witch looked to the Hunter his eyes, normally such a dark brown, were alight with a bright green glow. Lightning seemed to dance across his pupils and cast shadows across his face, which was disturbingly blank. The skin below his eye seemed to crack and dissolve, exposing a tattoo that was no longer thought to exist. The wards shimmered between him and the man like a wall of glass casting rainbow light.

"Well, you certainly seem to have us all figured out," He began, head tilted to the side like he was entertaining an unruly child rather than a man over twice his age. There was a strange echo beginning in his voice as the air around him continued to vibrate and spark. "Obviously, formalities have been dropped. That's not the fastest a human has thrown himself into a lion's den but you most certainly were attempting to contest that record, hm?" The latch of his cane was flipped and he quickly slid the blade out; electricity sparked off the metal as it passed the threshold and wards, the energy making the blade hum with life as it was slowly leveled to Josip's chest.

"As we have dropped formalities, I don't believe I'll give you any other chance," His voice warped again, now no longer seeming to be just his; several voices spilled out of a single mouth as the voices of Witches long since gone joined in a chorus. "You have no welcome here, you have no prey here and you have no safety here. Should you choose to stay and continue these baiting harassment attempts you will find yourself dealt with swiftly and with extreme prejudice, as you seem to hold so much prejudice of your own already."
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