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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

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James Kingston




Location: The Carousel
Skills: N/A


James found himself content as the conversation moved around him, happy to listen and watch. Waverly’s face on the steps of the Hellfire manor tonight hadn’t ruined his mood tonight but as he sat listening to the remaining members of the Mutant Underground talk and drink in peace, minus the ever looming doom that seemed to swirl around Selene like a bad odor, he couldn’t help but consider the scars at the table, the spots where still others should be sitting and celebrating. Waverly, lost at the hands of an interdimensional mutant. Sapphire, sacrificed so that those she cared about could live in the face of certain death. Cayden, killed in the process of securing a cure. Leighton, Magik, Luna… James never felt the weight of those losses more than he did now, seeing their faces in gaps between people, where they should have been teasing, arguing, laughing all the same as they usually did.

James turned his attention away from the phantoms of the dead and returned to the now, where Selene was making everything decidedly less enjoyable to everyone but Casper and Harry. Selene was a dangerous thing, wrapped up in whatever pretty wrapping suited her fancy, like a time bomb hidden in a cartoon present. It didn’t help that she was a powerful sorcesses, wizard, vampire thingy? James would have to ask Max about titles and labels at some point but the fact of the matter was, James didn’t know shit about magic and Selene’s inherent need for chaos rivaled Max’s, making it difficult for him to predict what her goals were for this place when she treated the island like a dollhouse for her to play with however she found fun at the moment.

“We’ll find you a few zip ties if that happens.” James promised Selene, wholly uninterested in even entertaining the idea of her losing clothes.

James Kingston




Location: The Carousel
Skills: N/A


James had a few curt replies to Casper's off-handed check in but he instead chose to curl his arms a little tighter around Casper. James wasn't under any illusions- sharing was not caring unless someone also wanted to share James's knife in their guts. But that was for another time, not while the group was supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the party. He satisfied himself by gently knocking his head against Casper's back before turning his attention to Veil at the question.

"Would you mind grabbing water for Casper and me? It's been a long night." He asked Spark Plug at the offer, entirely unwillingly to move until Casper decided he'd had enough cuddling for a while. Thankfully, there was a show unfolding right in front of them as Selene made a beeline for her apparent daughter. Dinner, Dancing, drinks, and a show. Anytime Selene was involved, James knew it was going to turn into a shit show.
The Soft Haven Bounty House


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Late morning - Cloudy Skies



Aleka offered Ermes a slow blink and a long moment before he finally committed quill to paper. “Ermes de Luca, Creation Genasian, fisher turned delivery boy, some skill with a blade, and an unhealthy amount of paranoia.” Aleka noted as he dried the ink and handed off the book to Vivian, who accepted it with another brief curtsey and swept quickly upstairs. Aleka carefully arraigned everything neatly on his desk before standing.

“If I may have your attention everyone, it is time we discuss the Bounty House, how it operates, the steps to be formally accepted, and what expectations will be placed upon you when you enter into our employ. Please feel free to take a seat as the length of our conversation is determined by your ability to grasp the subject matter.” Aleka explained as he made his way across the room to the fire place. “First and foremost, let us discuss the purpose of the Bounty House. This organization is meant to create a marketplace for employers and laborers to more easily find prosperous relationships in an era where a significant number of the active workforce has been relocated to Dranir. Employers or contract holders list job requests for a small fee with us and we, in turn, offer these jobs to those who we believe are mostly likely to successfully complete the job to the client’s satisfaction.”

“The Bounty House doesn’t turn down a job listing so long as they can pay the fee. As such, job requests vary wildly in their description. The Bounty House, for the sake of ease, assigns these to two categories: Contract or Mercenary. Contract jobs are those that are either recurring seasonally, permanently, or for some reason will last for longer than a phase of a single moon. Apprenticeships, farmhands, and other physical laboring jobs usually fall into this category. These don’t necessarily pay well but they are consistent and usually include some degree of housing and education built into the contract as they are more lenient in accepting those who aren’t well versed in the trade. More importantly, these are the safer options for job requests.” Aleka glanced around the room, settling on Kyreth as he spoke before moving on.

“Mercenary jobs are short term, goal oriented jobs that end once an objective is completed. Caravan guards, deliveries, bandit hunting, and other such goal driven jobs fall into this category. These jobs are usually more dangerous than contract jobs and they only pay once the job is complete. Of course, this means a greater pay off at the end but it means supplies, travel, and lodging are typically on your own coin.” Aleka explained in his flat, monotone voice, barely moving an inch as he spoke. “It is important for you to understand that the success of this Bounty House rests on the success of those in its employ, of you all gathered here. As such, what is available for you is heavily curated by myself and the other administration of the House and I will have no issue denying you access to any job that I believe that you will fail at. The more successful you are in your jobs, the more we will trust you to handle, the greater the rewards you will reap.”

“Gods above, Aleka! You’re boring me to tears! Put some enthusiasm into this. It sounds like you’re reciting straight from a book.” Cerric interrupted, shooing Aleka away from his spot and taking his place. “Apologies everyone but I was about to fall asleep and I’m one of the administration! Where were we… Right!” Cerric continued with a snap of his fingers. “I have no doubt that a number of you are interested in mercenary jobs. We don’t find fresh inspiration digging up the dirt, don’t expand our aetheric finesse sweating in front of a forge, or other mundane activities. Heroes are forged at the ends of blades, infamy and fame fought for, won, and lost over the corpses of our enemies, and it is the pounding of the blood and the sweat in your eyes that carry tales, build renown, and rake in gold. It is adversity that builds strength, character, skill, and fortune but you have to live to see that happen.”

“Those interested in Contract jobs, we get to have a nice conversation about what you’re looking for, where your interest and skills may best suit you for success, and other such easy topics right from the comfort of my own office, full of tea and biscuits, and sweets.” Cerric sighed happily before a sharp smirk wormed its way across his face. “Those interested in fame and fortune get to go through a little test. We’ll accompany you on a safer job, watch how you handle it, and evaluate whether or not you should even be permitted to accept those jobs, let alone more dangerous, better paying ones. We’ll pay you of course; we don’t expect you to work for free after all, but your performance determines your future so be sure to be on your best behavior.” Cerric paused briefly, water rolling between his fingers as he twirled a conjured orb absently.

“Before Cerric continues, I’d like to take this moment to open the floor to questions.” Aleka interrupted as Cerric opened his mouth to speak again. He gave Aleka a disgruntled look but shut his mouth rather than protesting. “Once you’ve satisfied your curiosity, we’ll discuss what you are interested in, some of the finer details of each request type, and your pending acceptance into the House.”
James Kingston




Location: The Carousel
Skills: N/A


James shook his head at the turn in conversation before he rested his head on Casper’s shoulder from his perch on his lap. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he was tired-- he’d underestimated how much effort it was to get the festivities before the gala established and take care of a child (and a Casper) that seemed to have a sixth sense for when they’d finally fallen asleep. He wouldn’t want it any other way though; he already had a full photo album of Casper and the baby because they were so cute together. They'd already had him for three weeks… time flew when you were trying to figure out how to keep from killing a baby, he supposed.

"That was too easy. Max is going to marry Strange, fuck Captain America, and kill Magneto." James laughed. Max would immediately do anything for more magic and this would get him in Strange's world easy peasy. Then he'd have a round with America's ass which left Magneto to take the worst option. James didn't know anything about Strange to say if it was the best arraignment but it seemed the most likely for the subject.

Casper & James & Max & Ben



Location: The Tree
Skills: Mediumship, Summoning, Omega Level Healing, Magick





"So, um, not that I wasn't totally paying complete attention or anything but... I kinda forgot the entire plan, since my brain is freaking out that I now have a kid AND my dead bestie might now become my alive bestie?" Casper blurted, pacing back and forth slightly. Ben was sitting next to his own body with his legs crossed. "So... What is it you need me to do? I mean Ben is here, I can say hi to Ben, but I feel like you want something more? I've never done this before, you know, and I do not test well under pressure... I mean I never test well but.... Help?"

Caspers pacing and anxiety was starting to rub off on Max a little. He had already had some pre-resurrection jitters but now they were beginning to crawl up his skin thanks to Caspers own feelings. He held his hand out, placing it on his shoulder in an attempt to get him to slow down or simply stop pacing. "Calm down. You're making me anxious and we don't need an anxious spellcaster when we are about to attempt to raise the dead." Max took in a deep breath and held it for a count of five before finally letting it out slowly. "I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't already done countless times. I need you to find Ben's soul, and bring him forth to us. Manifest his entire soul. We can't have any missing pieces." He tried to sound cool, calm, and collected. Not wanting to show the dangerous undertone of he'll become evil and potentially murderous if you don't have a complete soul as it might make Casper freak out even more.

"How do I know what an entire soul is?" Casper asked, not calming down much despite Max's best efforts. People never really asked Casper to do anything delicate or thorough before - people never really asked him to do anything really. He just sorta tagged along, manifesting Ben on occasion when fights happened, but no one ever went up to Casper and gave him specific instructions on what to do. And the pressure was getting to him. "Can I practice on a rabbit, maybe? Can we bring back a bunny?"

James bopped his head in time with the rock in his headphones, Halestorm drowning out Casper and Max's anxious energy. Ben's corpse was an absolute mess, the violent lacerations and bullet wounds suggesting he was in deep shit when he died, and the more he sifted through the remains, the less optimistic he felt about this. There wasn't anything physically blocking the process but between his insides being as shook up as alcohol in a shaker and the degree of decay, it was going to be a hard sell and that wasn't even involving the danger he could potentially be putting himself in here.

James peeled off his gloves once he was satisfied and popped one of his ear buds out, "Gunna be honest here guys, this is gunna be rough. Ben's insides are a disaster so before we can even start, I need some references for where everything is supposed to be. There is an argument for scooping everything out and growing it from scratch but one, I've never done that much and two, I'd feel more comfortable with a base line. Max, you think you can hunt some down or do you think you can make some that are accurate? And then…" James hesitated, seeing how Casper was already a little nervous. They could cross the details of the danger later. "A defibulator, just in case."

"Like.... Like book references?" Casper asked, uncertain as to what exactly James needed. "Or... another dead body of a person who has a pocket dimension in their stomach that sprouts tentacles?" Casper then clarified. "Or just any sort of dead body?" Casper asked. He was feeling more confused and anxious the longer this went on. He didn't want to hurt Ben. He really didn't.

"Casper, calm down - it's going to be fine," Ben said. "Just breathe and trust James. He knows what he's doing. And I guess Max does too."

As Casper continued to panic, Max was already hard at work trying to make something that could aid James with what he wanted. He waved his hand, magic flowing out of them and settling nearby James until it solidified into a game of Operation. Casper still rambling about getting more bodies for James. Without knowing it, Max spoke in unison with Ben though his tone was different, more as if he was trying to convince himself and Casper at the same time. "Casper calm down. It's going to be fine. Everything is fine. Now…let me concentrate a bit please" He puffed out air from the corner of his mouth. Blowing away a tuft of hair from his face.

His hands trembled slightly as he held them out, trying once more to create a 3D model for James to use as reference. His tongue poked out the side as he concentrated on what he was making. A model being created before him showcasing all of the organs in the order they lay encased inside a plastic body. Max let out an exasperated sigh as he saw they weren't removable as he'd hoped. "That help?"

“Yeah, it will. Think you can pull off that defibrillator too?” James asked as he pulled out his other earbud and tucked them away in his pocket. Casper was an anxious mess and James couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like they were resurrecting some random person they yanked out of the grave. This was Ben, a person who had been at Casper's side just as long as he’d been in the grave, and even ignoring the ever growing pile of unknowns about this, Casper’s life was going to change one way or another from this. His best friend would be able to leave, have a chance at a whole new life, in a way Casper probably hadn’t ever considered. James stepped away from the body and gently snagged Casper’s arm, reeling them in until their noses touched.

“Hey, handsome.” James spoke softly as he unabashedly admired the color of Casper’s eyes. “Talk to me, baby. What you thinking right now?”

Casper's eyes were watering. He stilled slightly at James touch, his jittering pacing coming to a halt. He breathed in, before looking back in James' eyes. "What if I kill Ben?" Casper whispered. "What if I destroy his soul or.... or I don't know, break him or something? And it's all my fault?" There was a part of him that was terrified of the change this would bring, of no longer always having Ben around, but the fear at the front of his mind was that everything would go horribly wrong. People always joked about Max breaking everything he touched, but Casper had a similar sort of problem - his father used to shout at him that he could never do anything right. And here he was, being asked to help with something that had to go perfectly - and Casper didn't think he was good enough for the job.

"It's my resurrection and you're making it all about you," Ben muttered bitterly under his breath.

Max watched as James and Casper shared a tender moment. He couldn't help but overhear what Casper was saying. His words resonated within him. He knew how Casper was feeling right now, because it was exactly how Max was feeling at this very moment. Even James, who continuously praised Max's powers, viewed Max like a mistake waiting to happen. Everyone did. And he couldn't fault them either, he'd had blowouts before. Spouts of uncontrollable power. For all his confidence, it was mostly bluster and hoped that he could actually achieve what he wanted. Yet here he was, trying to do something only the elite had ever accomplished. A resurrection.

Max wanted to say something to Casper. To lift his spirits and calm his nerves. Something that told him he wasn't a mistake or a fuck up or even just a junkie flatscan with a stretchy brother. But it wasn't his place to speak. James was there for him, just like Harry was there for Veil, and Marrow was for Sunshine. His heart ached for a moment as he felt alone for the first time in a long while. But he pushed the thoughts down, suppressing them as he focused on James' request. He tried to think of where to start, and when he'd finally thought he had it he snapped his fingers in a fit of excitement. His magic sprung to life and created a perfect defibrillator right before him.

“What we are attempting here is nothing short of a miracle. There is an element of risk to all parties involved, not just Ben, but if we want this to succeed, we have to accept that and put our energy into figuring this out. All three of us have fucked up and fucked up bad in the past. A demon took Magik’s soul because I couldn’t keep her alive. I still have nightmares about how death felt, how her soul was taken, how Sunshine grieved afterwards because I failed to save someone important to her. But it doesn’t mean I’ll fail here. If anything, it makes me more determined to succeed because Ben deserves a second chance to live.” James whispered back, barely even breaking eye contact to blink. “You won’t fuck this up, Casper. It doesn’t matter what anyone else has told you, it doesn’t matter what your bitch ass father told you, because I know you better than all of them. And I know not only are you loving and intelligent as hell but powerful and determined too. If you put your all into this, pour every bit of care for Ben into making this work, then I have no doubt that you’ll do perfectly. I have always believed in you even when you’ve doubted yourself and that isn’t stopping now because you are fucking amazing and no one is stopping my man from getting his best friend back.

If Casper hadn't been on the verge of tears before, he definitely was now. He didn't try to stop the tears from flowing though, letting them fall as he hugged James tightly. Somehow, his amazing soulmate always knew the right thing to say. "Okay," Casper sniffled. "You're also, like, really hot right now and should give this speech again later," Casper whispered. "Alright, let's fucking do this!" he exclaimed, stepping away from James and rubbing his hands together. "We're gonna bring back Ben! And then we're gonna go get wasted to celebrate!"

Max listened in to James' little rallying speech. He had to give him credit, he gave damn good motivational speeches. But as he began to mention Magik and how he'd failed her, a knot formed in his stomach. He hadn't failed Magik, hell Magik hadn't even died. From their perspective she had passed on and been claimed by a demon into the afterlife. In reality she had just been taken across the pond to go fight in some superhero team over there. Now wasn't the time to mention it, he didn't need to ruin the foundations James had already laid down to get Casper where he was now. But he would need to pull James aside later to let him know of just how perfect he actually is.

Max clapped his hands in an attempt to get their attention, shaking off some of the nerves and concerns he had himself. "Alright. Well if everyone's ready then we have to start with James. Because before we can do anything we need Ben's body in working order. That'll be step one." He had no full idea what he was doing, but he knew this needed to happen. They needed this win.

James snorted at Casper's enthusiasm as he turned his attention to Max. No one was getting wasted after this because no one had any idea how someone resurrected would react and frankly, James was 99.9% sure they were going to need to keep an eye on Ben. "Let me get the organs in shape first and then we'll get started." He said, pulling on a new set of gloves. James scrunched his nose as he opened bags of organs, checking and double checking with Max's statue as he did. Once he was satisfied with everything's placement, he looked at Max and Casper.

Both were eager to get this started and he could only imagine Ben was as well. Honestly, James wasn't even sure this was possible; this was a fucking corpse, not a living, breathing creature, and James hadn't ever tried to restore something that wasn't alive. And not to mention the little caveat that typically vitals between who he was healing and himself aligned but how would that happen with a God damned cadaver? He's had brushes with death before and each one left him shaking, terrified, and with his heart on the verge of stopping. Hopefully, Max and Casper could figure out how to use the defibrillator if it came to that.

James peeled off his gloves and dropped them in the trash, taking a steadying breath before placing his hands directly on Ben's corpse. It was an unpleasant experience but James shoved that down, closed his eyes, and focused. It was different that a living being. There was normally breath, a pulse, some warmth even if it was fading, but the emptiness started early. The familiar sinking felt distant, syncing up to something still, cold, and quiet, as he pushed and pushed, trying to get something, anything, to respond but it was like trying to push a mountain. There was no one to heal, no processes to coax along, nothing that suggested this was possible.

He couldn't breath. His lungs burned, screaming for air, even as he felt his heart slow down further and further and further. The familiar roar of blood in his ears dwindled further and further and further until there was nothing, nothing, nothing tethering him to the here and now. The clutch of emptiness reached into his chest, a cold and lonely feeling, and flashes of memories flickered in his eyes: Luna gasping surrounded by glass, Magik still and unmoving on concrete, Casper bleeding out a floor covered in confetti and glitter. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't feel his heartbeat, couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't…

He sucked in a breath as he felt a familiar connection and he chased it, pushing everything he had into that feeling. He felt flesh and muscle and bone shift and grow, sluggish at first but as he rode the high of living, it came faster and faster and faster. Dulled, pale skin darkened to a healthy hue and gashes and rot closed and healed. When he opened his eyes, the steady thump of Ben's heart under his hand gave the illusion the boy on the table was sleeping. "Well, fuck. Step 1 complete, I guess. James laughed, breathless and lightheaded after the ordeal.

Casper started to panic, able to tell when his true love was in horrible shape. He had almost screamed for them to stop when James took in a sudden breath, and Ben's corpse started to look not nearly as decayed as when they had begun. He looked more alive than Casper could have even remembered. Ben (the ghost, not the corpse) was tearing up slightly - Casper hadn't even known it was possible for ghosts to cry.

"This is going to work...It's going to work!"

"Is that me then? That's me then, right?" Casper stammered, feeling hope swelling up in his heart, so much hope it could've broken his chest. Casper didn't know how he was going to do this, and as much as he had been completely terrified less than ten minutes ago, James' speech and James' victory over death had inspired him. Somehow, while Casper didn't know what needed to be done, he could feel it - he had always been more emotionally intelligent than intellectually intelligent anyways. He focused on every memory he had with Ben - the good, the bad, and the ugly. He focused on his best friend, on how much he couldn't wait to have Ben back, on how good it would feel to finally make right what had happened all those years ago.

Blue energy started swirling around not only just Casper, whose eyes were like two glowing orbs at this point, but the living corpse of Ben Hargreeves. The corpse began to float ever so slightly off the ground. Ben's ghost was suddenly visible to everyone, as Ben was drawn into his own corpse, merging with it, the blue light growing more and more intense until no one was really sure where Ben ended and the living corpse began.

"Max, you're it!!!!!" Casper shouted. The blue spiritual energy was humming loudly, a vibration they could all feel inside their skulls.

Max stood by, dumbfounded as he watched James not only mend a broken corpse, but as his lover began to radiate a brilliant blue energy that resonated with the body of Ben. He could feel the immense power humming through him as Caspers words finally sunk in. Ben's body was placed in the center of the space, his head pointed towards an array of candles that were unlit above his head like the canopy of a tree. More candles spread out towards his feet, farther apart and in waving lines acting as the tree's root system while Ben's body made up the trunk. Max stood by Ben's left side, worry filling him as he was afraid he'd mess this all up.

Casper and James had played their parts better than could ever be hoped, and now it all fell to Max to bring it home. A shaky breath escaped him as he summoned his soul staff and began to infuse it with magic. He raised it up high, slamming it down into Ben's center hoe Pixie had instructed him. At first nothing happened. The room was silent save for the humming of Caspers powers and the now raspy inhale of Max as he worried he'd messed it all up. He closed his eyes, letting out a smooth and calmed inhale. Imagining how his powers would flow through him and into Ben, tethering his body to his soul. He thought of the symbolism and why he'd chosen this space, Pixie's space, to perform the ritual. A hollowed tree in complete privacy as if made for this exact thing.

Max thought of Yggdrasil, the sacred tree of the Norse and its other moniker The Tree of Life. A symbol of Life, Death, and Rebirth and whose roots extended through the realms. As he focused on his powers, and how they would meld with the space around him, all the candles began to light in a golden hue before flickering to match the same blue of Caspers powers. It started with one candle, then another, as the canopy of the makeshift World Tree began to come into light, flowing towards Ben's body who now radiated with Casper and Max's powers before the light extended and moved into the roots of the candles below his feet. Rebirth. Max let out another long and steady breath now laced with cosmic magic as it flowed between two lungs and into Ben's giving him the breath of life.

James had often wondered when he met God, what would he feel? Now in the presence of the love of his life and his best friend, James imagined it would feel much like this. Watching death and life bend at the command of mere mortals was both humbling and exhilarating, both awe inspiring and terrifying. He nearly teared up as, despite all Casper’s hesitations and doubts, the blue of Casper’s power engulfed him and Ben alike, bringing soul and body into one. Confidence looked amazing on his man and not the facade he put on in the morning and wore like armor. Casper looked like he realized he was powerful and James never wanted Casper to doubt it again.

And Max. Honestly, while their daily lives drifted a little further since Genosha, James never stopped thinking of Max as his best friend. They’d gotten into this mess together and they’d get out of it together too. James held firm to that belief even when Max drifted to the Hellfire Club and he was so god damn glad he did. Seeing Max in front of him, slowing down, keeping his panic under control, refocusing and bringing his full range of skill to bear was a goddamn masterpiece, a far cry from the startled boy who thought no one saw him accidentally make a pillow with his crush’s face on it. He almost started crying, pride and love and plain wonder wetting his eyes, but they had a mission. He could cry later.

They’d played their parts: a body to live, a soul to bind, and the magic to do it. James reached out, gently touching Ben’s hand where he still floated in a halo of light. “Ben?” James called softly, unsure how he’d adjust to a permanent physical form so connecting just in case something went wrong.

"Come on, buddy - open those gorgeous gorgeous eyes for us," Casper asked, the blue fading from around him and around Ben. He could feel it deep inside - that Ben was no longer in the Void, that he had found his way back to the living. A stupid grin spread across Casper's face. Sure, it was a little weird that Ben was more or less a teenager (Casper hadn't questioned it when Ben's ghost seemed to age in the afterlife) - but he was just so happy to have his best friend back. The fears and worries that had been eating away at him were absent, at least for the moment.

Ben coughed and opened his eyes. It had been an intense rush of sensation, like stabbing himself with all the adrenaline a hospital could supply while competing in the Olympics and belting out a song all at once. Every bit of his being felt fried beyond recognition. He had forgotten too the sounds of his own body - the feeling of having blood pumping through his veins, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the little tingles going up through his body that began at his toes.

Ben started coughing profusely. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, only to find that he couldn't really. His mouth was as dry as a desert - maybe even drier. Ben held up his left hand, and folded down his pinky and thumb. He tapped his index finger to his chin. He knew Casper didn't know sign language, but maybe either Max or James did? Ben was in desperate need of some water.

It took a moment, mostly due to shock, but Max had recognized the motion Ben was making. He took enough ASL in school to get a few words, nothing that he'd consider himself fluent in. One of the few sentences he even knew how to sign was The boy is drinking water. The sign brought a smile to his face, a stupid dopey smile. "What? The McDonald's wasn't enough?" he teased as he twirled his wrist counterclockwise and a large glass of water appeared in his hand. "It's good to see you buddy. Like, actually see you." Max offered the glass of water towards Ben, giving James a bit of a look as he saw his hand on Ben.

He wished he could know what he was feeling. How his vitals were, or even his mental state. He desperately wished to know the full outcome, but all he would know for now is that to an extent it worked. Ben didn't seem like a homicidal mutant with a missing soul so far. He realized they were starting to crowd around Ben a bit. "Um, Should we give him some space? Let him drink and breathe before we all tackle him into a group hug he so desperately deserves?"

James let out a sigh of relief. They'd actually managed to bring someone back from the fucking dead. When Max first explained it, he could barely wrap his head around the idea but here they fucking did it. He let Max figure out what Ben needed bit shook his head at Max's suggestions. "I'm going to stay in contact with him until I'm sure he can stand and function fine. I'm still not 100% convinced we succeeded with a perfect success."

Ben gulped down the water desperately, only to cough. His throat felt like it was full of sand. His body had been reanimated, but that didn't wash the taste of death out of his mouth. Everything felt stunningly vivid and yet sliding out of focus, like looking through 3D glasses at the movies and then suddenly taking them away. The weight of his head felt weird and unnatural as he turned to look at James, trying to reassure them all that he was fine, that he felt great - only for Ben to suddenly lurch and begin to vomit up maggots. Most of the maggots were dead, likely killed by the embalming fluid used. Other gunk was coming up with the maggots, litering the floor of Arbor Magna.

"Oh my god, this is so gross..." Casper murmured, feeling a little queasy himself. He was naturally a bit squeamish, especially when it came to his best friend VOMITING MAGGOTS! Casper closed his eyes, doing all he could to not puke himself. "How nasty was the water you gave him, Maxie?" Casper then asked. It was unclear whether Casper genuinely believed that it was Max's fault or not.

The vomiting ceased and finally Ben spoke. His voice was soft and broken, sounding like a smoker on their deathbed - but it was him all the same. "Ugh... McDonalds..."

The room was filled with the dim glow of blue light from the candles. No flames, only mystic light that remained after the ritual had ended. There was a bit of nervousness in the air as everyone seemed to wonder just how successful it had all actually gone. While Ben seemed to be doing fine, he suddenly lurched forward and began to vomit up dead maggots and other things. Max's stomach dropped immensely and then tried to bounce back up with such force that he himself thought he might vomit. The lights suddenly flickered and ceased, illuminating the blue glow from the room. "Ben. That. Smells…rancid" Max tried not to look, afraid he may throw up. "Listen I heard ghosts liked McDonalds ok?"
James Kingston




Location: Renegade’s Apartment
Skills: N/A


James was hoping the answers Casper offered would be reassuring but they made him more worried if anything. He doubted anyone would have any reasonable answer to the moral delimenia of resurrection but he’d hoped that because they were already dead, the souls of the people they were dragging back into a corpse would get off scotch free if anything went wrong. But when could it ever be consequence free for any of them, dead or alive. James sighed at the thought and instead focused on the now, where Casper’s mother was staring at them with hopefully something that wasn’t horror. James offered her a sheepish smile.

“Uh, you’re a grandparent now. Surprise?” James laughed awkwardly. “Hi Miranda, hey Jack. So I’m really sorry to ask this last minute but is there any way you can watch Danny for a little bit? Veil and Spark Plug contacted us while we were leaving the hospital and apparently, they found a way to bring people back and they need us and I don’t know what that entails but we haven’t had a chance to get anything besides what’s in the bag which should tide you over for a while and then we’ll come pick him up and get all the other stuff we need so hopefully it takes an hour tops but I have absolutely no information so it might take more time but I’m just going to put my foot down on more than one person right now if this doesn’t have horrible consequences like everything else we do and then I’ll just stop it permanently but that-” James shut his mouth with an audible click as he realized he was just going to go on and on until someone interjected.

“But, uh, we’d really appreciate it if you could? I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
James Kingston




Location: Outside the Hospital -> The Apartment Complex
Skills: N/A


“Thanks for handling that, babes.” James thanked Casper, offering him a soft smile and a kiss. “Yeah, let’s head home and figure out what’s going on. If she isn’t, we can still hear them out while we wait for her and get Danny settled in.” James suggested as they headed away from the hospital. He could still feel the lingering dread in the way the shaking hadn’t fully gone away but it was far enough that he could ignore it and focus on the looming matter at hand.

“Resurrection, huh?” James muttered to himself. Bringing someone back from the dead certainly didn’t seem like it was outside of the realm of possibility anymore. The more mutants they met, the more it seemed nothing was impossible anymore. His next comment was directed to Casper. “I don’t know how I feel about it. Like, I guess I should be jumping at the chance, right? How many people have died that didn’t deserve it? This last attack, at the hands of the purifiers, even all the infighting between mutants… But how do we decide who gets to come back? Not to mention, what are the consequences? Can a soul be hurt? Can we fuck it up, you know?” James asked,mostly in a rhetorical sense but frankly, Casper actually worked with ghosts. He might have some of the answers.
The Soft Haven Bounty House


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Mid morning - Clear Skies



“Considering we have met but just this day, my interest solely stems from the well-being of my and my Lord’s pockets.” Cerric laughed with a shrug and a wave of his hand. “Though I would be lying if I didn’t find your connections interesting, Ms. Aurelios, but everyone has their reasons for seeking out work in unconventional places. However, my Lord has an intense fascination with the aetheric and I would be remiss in my duties if I did not bring to his attention five aetherborn who found themselves on our doorstep. Don’t worry- our individual interests take second seat to the interest of the Bounty House so we will refrain from prying too deeply into your personal matters if they do not present an insurmountable conflict.”

Aleka’s quill paused as he stared at Cerric following his explanation. “And what connections may she have, Cerric?”

“We can discuss that later but there is nothing sinister at play, if that is your concern. If at all, she’s clearly the most reputable of them all.” Cerric explained quickly. Aleka seemed mollified for the moment and continued to write.

“Eila Aurelios, Physical Animas, skilled in athletic manipulation with additional proficiencies.” Aleka blotted the ink as he waved her away and gestured Ermes over. “Come here. Once we’re done, I will discuss the finer details of employment with the Bounty House with everyone.”
James Kingston




Location: Outside the Hospital
Skills: N/A


It took James longer than he liked to shake off whatever came over him at the voices in his head. There were plenty of responses he’d wanted to give-reassure Ben that yes, this was in fact their child or chuckle at Casper’s concerns for their clothes or really anything acknowledging he’d heard him-but instead, his heart rate shot up, everything in him tense, shifting a little lower to curl over the baby, and he found himself searching for any sign that someone was messing with them. Anytime someone was in his head, he somehow fucking forgot where and who he was and he was really god damned tired of it. He didn’t want to lose this again.

But there wasn’t any immediate threat. Casper wasn’t panicking at the voices so that was a good sign. James took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as much as he could, and tried to piece what was going on. Viel and Callie’s words were blurred by adrenaline and his own head chanting danger, danger, danger over and over again like a fucked up mantra but Casper’s follow up question put everything into reasonable perspective. Of course, that’s if your definition of reasonable includes one of the most leveled headed people you know to ask for help bringing people back from the dead. Casper was clearly starting to reach his threshold for the unexpected today and honestly, so was James. They were taking like a week off from everyone.

“Okay well, we can ask her to help or if you think it’d be too much for her, we can ask Veil and Callie to watch them? Or we can ask them to go pick up all the things we need while we do all this. Either way, we should talk to them and we can sift through their plans once we have all the information.” James replied, focusing on the logical decision of the moment rather than the slowly disappointing panic. “For now can you let them know we’ll meet them at the apartment and not to contact me via telepathy anymore? I think that’s going to be off the list for the foreseeable future.” James admitted, rocking Daniel gently.
The Soft Haven Bounty House


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Mid morning - Clear Skies



Delight sprawled plainly across Cerric’s face as more and more people began to volley their inquiries at him. “A wonderful bouquet of curiosities you’ve handed me and yet sadly, I am ill prepared to answer them. Let’s start with what I can answer and then we’ll drag in our favorite scribe to shore up the gaps in my knowledge. Aetherborn are divided into three categories: Primordial, Animas, and Genesian. Primordial aetherborn manipulate ambient aether to create elemental effects, Animas aetherborn manipulate others’ aether to affect the mind or body, and genesian aetherborn infuse their own aether into objects or aetheric constructs! A brief overview but were we to delve into the depths of aetheric theory, I’m afraid I’d have to enroll you in the Royal Academy.” He ticked off questions on his fingers as he answered.

“As for you, young lady, I frankly just learned the name of the plants shortly before we completed the Bounty House. Lord Mystralath is an avid collector of aetheric flora and shipped a small portion of his collection here. A poorly laid stone on the bridge led to one of our porters stumbling and some of the Lord’s collection found itself at a loss for wings as it flew over the edge and dove into the water. A week later and the Lord could only marvel as this mirage coral seemed to take a liking to its new habitat.” Cerric shrugged, ticking off another finger. “Not quite as exciting as the Rancor of Morn Og but far more real.”

“Cerric! Where in the hells did Katya go stumbling off this time?” A woman called down the stairs, irritation laced in her words.

“She answered the call of the unknown, of the adventure in her blood, as she does every night, Aeowyn.” Cerric shouted back up the stairs, receiving a slew of curses in response. Cerric grimaced at the foul language. “My apologies. Aeowyn is many things but the picture of grace is far from one of them. Unless she wants something from you but then she’s more of a terrifying shadow.”

Meanwhile, Aleka was studiously ignoring the situation and turning his head as if mulling over a puzzle as Kyerth spoke. The silence between him and Kyreth stretched until finally Aleka spoke. “Kyreth Bertasson. Notable skills are mending fences and roofs, willing to learn, fine with small jobs. I think you’d likely do best with a steady contract or apprenticeship so we’ll look at what options we have available after I conclude all this.” Aleka stated as he wrote in his book. “Unless your traveling companion is against it, at which point we’ll need to have a different conversation.”

“Aleka! Would you be so kind as to enlighten us to the meaning of Asvari? Such a pretty word I’d have no difficulty remembering but after having traveled the entrity of Othard, never have I encountered it. Is it a Verazian phrase?” Cerric interjected before Aleka could demand another person to his desk.

“It is what we call the Tainted.” Aleka nodded, waving at Lilann and Kyreth. “‘Tainted’ is a term derived from religious persecution. Othardian Gods call them blasphemers, heretics, and traitors but we hold no faith with Azaiza and her court. Veraz was founded by a collection of exiles. We would be doing them, and our God, a disservice to turn our backs on your Tainted and so we offered them a new name when some sought succor on Virazian soil.”

A slow clap echoed through the room. While Aleka was elaborating, a halfling woman descended the stairs silent as a ghost. No taller than 4ft, she lounged in plain but sturdy traveling clothes. A cloak had been thrown across her shoulders and it draped down to conceal her left side. She wore her hair long, tucked neatly behind long tipped ears that reveal some touch of elven ancestry, and her features were twisted into a sarcastic sneer. A fan drifted nearby, waving on its own accord to offer her a cooling breeze.

“The only succor they need is six feet of piss soaked dirt.” Aeowyn scoffed as she pushed herself upright, barely making noise as she crossed the room to Cerric, who seemed unphased by the halfling’s declaration. “What horse shit are you feeding these shit stains? They aren’t your moronic customers that you have to woo to purchase your second rate goods so let Aleka do his gods damned job and go finish balancing our accounts.” She stopped her way across the room, ignoring the rest of the group as she tapped one of the doors and it flew open. She threw a short farewell to Cerric over her shoulder and the door slammed shut.

“Next.” Aleka gestured for Eila or Ermes to take their place in front of his desk.

“Aeowyn Silventria, everybody. Don’t cross her and she won’t make your bedsheets crawl down your throat in the middle of the night.” Cerric said cheerily, picking up a little bell on one of the side tables next to the couch and ringing it. Footsteps could be heard of the stairs from far up the Bounty House before an older human woman, gray and black hair tucked neatly into a cloth around her head, came down in Mystralath finery.

“Good morning, Mr. Liadon. How may I be of assistance?” She inquired after offering him a curtsy.

“Vivian, darling that you are, would you be so kind as to collect Aleka’s records book for Lord Mystralath’s perusal once he has finished adding them all? I’m certain our Lord will be quite interested in our newest additions and I would loathe to make him wait to satiate his curiosity.” Vivan offered another curtsy and stood patiently at Aleka’s desk, a polite smile firmly fixed in place as she waited.
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