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The Family Business

"You can sing? That's great. Sing for me. Anything."

In truth, Catherine didn't need the mood lighting. Or the singing. A simple light spell or two would probably have done the trick. No, she needed his help with the actual spell, and she had been taught that crossdressing men with unnecessarily large sticks are usually wizards. Usually. That was the key-word here. Usually. Her finely-tuned wizard-finding instincts fell flat this time, but damned if she couldn't put him to use.

Regardless of whether or not he did the stupid spinning thing she requested, mostly because it was not actually necessary, she sets the goblet down and crouches beside it. With a quick gesture and a whispered word, the golden candlelight flickered, waxed silver, then sickly green. The light grew darker, bent, congealed, oozing into the cup with an alien grace.

She shivers, exhaling slowly. The candles die down, and the chalice trembles. Once. Twice.

And then it turns into a large, mottled goose.

Catherine presses both palms to her face and sighs, even as the goose honks, flaps its wings, waddles onto her cot, and takes a seat. She takes a few steps back and flops almost bonelessly onto her fancy chair, shaking her head. "Ugh."

The Family Business

Real life kicked in and that caused my insomnia to kick in and I feel dizzy and awful, so sorry for delays. Prrrrobably posting tomorrow.

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Edited both my character sheets. Page four and page eight.

The Family Business

VILLAIN

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She idly tilts her head from side to side as he wakes, fixing him with her best royal expressionless stare. She continued staring all through his unpleasant little spiel, which she listened to intently but would later claim she paid no attention to if he ever asked. Nope. Didn't hear a word. Dweeb. As soon as she heard, 'I'll be your assistant,' she turned around and walked back to her tent, giving him the 'you're not really important but come hither' finger wiggle mom loved so much. The one where you waggle your fingers without turning around all condescending-like.

Gripping both flaps of her tent, she threw them open with a great big dramatic gesture, then rushed inside before gravity shut them on her and she ended up looking dumb(er). Him, though. He could open them himself. Her tent was small and sparsely decorated, with a cot in the back. She felt a shiver of revulsion just looking at it. The dungeon was going to full of these. There wouldn't even be room to stand. It would just be cots. And blood. Forever. A chest, closed, sits at the foot of the cot, and a tall, pointy-tipped wardrobe on wheels rests in the center, acting as both clothing repository and tent triangulator. A blanket laid in the dirt-- the cursed one? She had a chair, one chair, and a small desk with a golden gem-studded goblet on it.

Catherine pulls the chair out and takes a seat. There was a reason she only had one chair, and that was because mom's instructions forbade her from having the peasants uproot the entire castle and carry it to the dungeon, but she was going to pretend it was so she could sit and her guests would have to stand all inferior-like. She came alone, after all, with only a gaggle of comically incompetent demons to do the manual labor: carrying her stuff and carrying her. They were promptly dismissed afterwards and she just wasn't desperate enough to try demon-summoning a second time. Besides! She had a new mook now, and he surely would move her stuff for her. For sure. She mentally marks him as Lackey #1, then thinks better of it. Lackey #3. The first two spots would stay empty. Give him something to work for.

She was comfortable now, and, assuming he followed, spoke up. "I'm working on this--" she plucks the goblet from its resting-place-- "Right now. It's supposed to change whatever's put inside it into blood." She pauses, then adds, "And give whomever drinks it nightmare diarrhea. That part of the spell works. We'll probably need it for a puzzle or something later and I'm just thinking ahead."

The goblet makes a coughing noise, and she baps it with the back of her hand. "Need some mood lighting. Candles are in the chest. They're the unlabeled ones. The labeled ones aren't candles." The chest had an assortment of vials, pouches, beakers, and candles in it, almost all of them labeled with ominous things like 'MURDERWAX.' 'EYES OF SAD FROG.' 'TEARS.' In a mini-shelf in the chest are a handful of unlabeled, empty beakers and the candles she mentioned.

"Mood lighting! Chop chop. Face the sun. One arm up, other arm down and out. Quarter turn every minute or so. Oh, and I need you to crouch." Her commands flowed forth quickly, naturally, almost as if from someone very used to telling people what to do with very little consideration for how inconvenient that might be. The last bit was more for her tent's sake than for the spell's sake. "Oh, and can you sing? It'd help if you could sing."

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And mine's riiiiight here.

Sheet.

Name: Beth Green.
Age(15-25): 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Beth's not a midget, but it's obvious the height fairy was not kind to her. She stands a little over five feet, her wizarding cudgel strapped to her hip. She keeps her outfit simple and functional, and is in surprisingly good shape for a mage. Her hair and eyes are a dark, dark brown.
Personality: She has deep-seated self-esteem issues, and compensates for them by being noisy and argumentative. Loves picking fights. Cannot stop picking fights. She's prone to endless gloating when she's right and fuming and sulking when she loses. She is by nature an extremely jealous person, especially-- ESPECIALLY of that thrice-damned Ethan Urhart. Urhart. Seriously. More like Urfart. Urchump. Urrump. Urdump. Makes mules wish they could be as stubborn as her.
Equipment: Wizarding club-- a large brick of wood, not quite a wand and not quite a staff. It's engraved with runes and made of a surprisingly dense wood. Extremely shady.
History: She and Ethan both lived in the same village, and when the other kids would no longer put up with her, she ran into HIM. It was like a dream come true at first. She could pester him for hours and hours and he just put up with it. Hours! He only told on her like once or twice, too. By the time he had enough of her and started fighting back, it was too late. They were stuck. In truth, she doesn't know whether she heard of the academy first or him, but by the time she said he was stupid and worthless and should be honored to come along with her and he called her a dumb brat that wouldn't last two minutes without begging for his help, their destination was pretty much set.
Paired with: Ethan
Emotional bond description: HATE. There's some grudging respect in there, sure, but she wants what he has. Self control. Self esteem. Height. He's so cool it makes her want to kneecap him. And of course he got the super strength and the magic teleporting doodad. The cool powers. Not that she'd ever admit it. She goes out of her way to make trouble for him once in a while. To remind him she cares. But like. Bad-caring. Hate caring. It's complicated. He's infuriating.
Preferred element: Fire, minor affinity for earth.
Casting style: Medium-long offensive.
Familiar (Mage only): A crow.
Familiar species and description/pic:

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VILLAIN

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Catherine, too, had chosen to stay at home. Her new home, anyway. Whatever! Their new hole in the ground. There was still dirt inside it. Her present company was intolerable. And grimy. She hated everything.

And she was living in a tent. A tent! She had never known such indignity. The whole situation was unbelievable, really. Some of these bumpkins-- the other 'villains,' if you could call them that-- hadn't even brought tents. Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. It had occurred to her at some point a week before that she vastly overestimated her compatriots. Some of them were probably even peasants. Ew. There was so much dirt about that even she was dressed plainly, in a simple blue tunic. And pants. Maybe she was catching the poor. A brief moment of terror caught her, but she banished it right away. As if.

She sighed, shook her head, and poked her royal head out of her misery tent. They barely even had a chance to fight over who would have the bottom floor of the dungeon before the away team took off. It was obviously going to be her, but she wanted to firmly establish that fact with the rest of these bozos. These bozos, however, weren't here, and the first boy she saw was, well. He was taking a nap with what she could only assume was some kind of scaly rodent, and in clothes that, in her opinion, would look much better on her, to boot.

She pulled the flap aside and trudged out, posing and casting an imperious shadow over him. He had plebeian tastes when it came to snoozing spots. But his fashion sense was acceptable, and she was clearly going to have to lower her standards.

She nudges him with her foot. What was his name? Sha-something. "Hey. You're some kind of wizard, right?" Her eyes flicker toward the staff. "I'm bored and cursing stuff. You." She makes a deliberate show of pointing to him. "Are invited to be my assistant. All I've got right now is a cursed blanket that makes you breathe manually, and if you decline, I'm going to drop it on you."

She folds her arms and impatiently awaits his response.

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Name: Cordelia Glass
Age(15-25): 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall, graceful and slender, with a head of immaculate golden curls and bright blue eyes. Being a noble, she has an impressively large wardrobe full of frilly dresses and other fanciful things. It's clear she puts a lot of effort into maintaining her appearance. There's rarely-if-ever a hair out of place, and she never slouches. In public, anyway.
Personality: Kind, charming, gentle, patient, polite. The things the daughter of a duke must always be. She does her best, having been tutored for it. Even so, her patience is not infinite and she enjoys winning a little too much to be graceful about it -all- the time. As the second daughter to a cruel noble, she's very quick to obey anyone with the authority to order her around, however small the list. In private, she's, well. She's pretty lazy, preferring to sit and have her partner fetch things. Aside from that, she's very devout. And likes to tease people.
Equipment: Nada, plus whatever the school supplies.
History: The duke's second-eldest daughter. She was born 17th or 18th in line for the throne, a minor noble at best. She wasn't the son her parents wanted and she wasn't the firstborn, which diminished her value in their eyes. Instead of a nanny, they groomed a boy to look after her, an 'orphaned street-rat.' While she was given plenty of lavish fineries, her parents rarely if ever paid her any mind. She was, after all, well-behaved. Well-trained, really. She wasn't of any real use to them, and while they never outright said it, she knew she was a burden. Just one more dowry to pay. When she heard about the academy, she knew she had to go. Mom and dad weren't hard to persuade.
Paired with: Aegis
Emotional bond description: She regards Aegis as a kind of anchor. The good duke and duchess had, of course, intended for them to become friends, and it certainly didn't take long for that to happen. She liked him, anyway. It was like having her own personal servant, though she's come to regard him more highly over the years. When she misbehaved, he was the one blamed and beaten. Of course, flogging a child's friend in front of her works wonders when it comes to making her behave. She feels a curious-but-strong mixture of guilt, companionship, gratitude and resentment towards him.
Preferred element: Affinity for air and storm magic.
Casting style: Fast support.
Familiar(Mage only): One (1) bat.
Familiar species and description/pic:

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Other(optional): My ability to write pooped out like halfway through and I forced my way through the rest of it, so! That kind of happened. Tentative sheet. May be up for changes and additions later.

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I do! Unfortunately, I am not the night. The night is 2 AM, and I must sleep. Haha. If you still want to partner up, even with Stern's offer on the table, lemme know and I'll get back to you in about once-I-wake-up hours.

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Ah! I -think- I'm pairing up with Varionus (With the two-characters thing.), though if he wants to drop me or make a second character to pair with you is up to him. Or if you look for someone else. Not fair if I hog everyone, after all.

I kinda' figured we were done with the interest check once the OOC went up, so I moved my ad. And then got a hit right as I asked if Var wanted to partner up, soo. That kind of happened. I'm still perfectly willing to play two characters, but no hard feelings if Var picks you over me. I won't be jealous. Much.

Just putting that out there in case anyone else has as much trouble rejecting people as I do.

... Oh hey. My habit of refreshing the thread before I post pays off. Trouble sleeping?

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Sure thing. Have a good night.