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-Zeiss Calavan-

Zeiss couldn't help but laugh at the man's words, her eyes shimmering with gold speckles from the lights above them; this vampire certainly was being quite the charmer. Perhaps in was in their nature to have such a demeanor. She was glad to find a man who would try to woo her, words were a very strong force indeed.

Her profession spoke volumes on that front.

Taking a sip of her drink, she allowed the warmth of the alcohol to ripple through her body. She shifted her shoulders and played with her hair a bit.

"Well, my dear sir, just as the stars dance brightly in the sky, I am also a shining pioneer. Someone who has begun to unravel an unknown magic, knowledge possibly only known by the Gods themselves. Allow me to indulge in myself for you; I like to show off my assets."

Taking a napkin from the table, she took out her pen and started writing. At her skill level, it only took a short second to write down the long inscription in a circle across the surface and evoke the words from within herself:

‘er pao Runum Ansuz Eihwas Pethro Uruz spyrr Uruz Algiz opendi nam er Ehwaz Isa’

Her left shoulder glowed with a blue light and the rune below her thin jacket revealed itself as the magic ran through her arm into the thin paper. The napkin stopped its motion, unmoved by the air and the elements within the bar.

"And so here is my 'interest' in full display. Fun at parties. As long as I hold onto this, the material is unmoved by anything. Be it time, or-"

Taking a knife in her free hand, she shoved it with all her with all her might into the thin sheet of paper, and presented him with a bent piece of metal.

"Be it force."

-Zeiss Calavan-

Zeiss had been soaking in the atmosphere of the bar; it felt very homely, with the warm air caused by the bodies within and the low but vibrant energy that surrounded its patrons. The jukebox gave it a rustic that made the atmosphere that much more comforting; a nice change of pace from the EDM night clubs she came across around the center of the Rebel Section.

She heard a man addresssing someone, and turned to find to find he was addressing her. The man reminded her of licorice; his straw-like black hair, the creases across his sharp cheekbones, his lanky but firm silhouette, and the way his lips pursed into a fang.

It's been a while since I've tango'd with a vampire, she thought while giving the man a warm smile.

"I'll have a Matador cocktail," she said, turning curtly in her stool to face the bar side to catch the tender's attention, "So tell me, what brings a devilish man like yourself to my side this evening?"
Alright, Zeiss' is out and about, added a few things after the initial post to cement her location as much as I wanted to.
-Zeiss Calavan-

Zeiss awoke to the sounds of lightning striking in the distance, groaning as she took her time looking at her clock, then out the window; it was about sundown. She turned to see the amount of papers littering the floor of her apartment and the fact her not taking got worse as it approaching the bed. Muttering to herself to be more organized, pushed herself off the ground and started picking them up. She must’ve worked until morning again, given the spilled coffee in the dining room and the scribbling on the wall, but it’s not as though she had some time schedule to follow. Most of her delivery requests would be done by the following morning.

Stepping into the shower to wash away the bags under her eyes, Zeiss wondered what there was to do today. The war outside was raging on as violently as ever, not that she ever partook in the fighting. Most of her assignments came down writing down the more complicated scriptures other warlocks and witches had trouble with so that they could be busy fighting while she did more of the literary work. Made sense, her scriptures were the best there was and it was somewhat difficult to replicate.

When are people going to learn how to write better scripture; it’s a language, not hocus pocus. Well, if I put it that way, it sound more like a science than sorcery, she thought as pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

Since she didn’t feel like going to the workshop today, it was a good time to try out a bar. Because of the diversity within this central hub, many of the little places she walked by were always bustling with Lycans, vampires, and even magicfolk like herself. The bar she had set her eyes on were somewhere near the northern part of the city; maybe a cool breeze will sweep her way. She expected mostly Lycan to be on that part of town, given how close it would be to their former territory, but she never knew what she might find; something always surprised her when she leaves her little workshop in her new environment. Pacing to her dresser, she put on her gold earrings, a red tube top, blue jeans and a black silk jacket; nothing too fancy, just something that’ll make people dart their eyes for a second. She equipped her copper watch and took a black leather handbag, placing a few of her essentials into it (phone, money, dagger), including a pad and paper; never know where inspiration might take her. Fitting into some black platform shoes, she whisked off to her destination.

As she walked, she heard the whisperings of those around her; not to her, but of information. Once the Rebellion finally decided to do something, the news tended to spread like wildfire. Initially it was somewhat annoying having none of the attention on her, but she got used to everyone's hurried voices going on about the latest news; it seems as though quite a few warlocks had engaged in battle against something fierce.

Not that it was any matter to her.

She arrived at her destination and looked around.
Alright, edited the sheet and thinking I'll just make an introductory post at some point.
Yeah don't worry about the whole approval thing; if it need changing, it needs changing.

As for the IC post; yeah, no idea what Zeiss would be doing at the battlefield. The closest thing she would do is organize a Raid on the Wastelands, but otherwise she's in her workshop toiling away or out at a bar scribbling down notes.
Gotcha, also, what are the ways one can replenish their mana?
Cool, I'll add her equipment once I place this in the Character Section
I studied runes for two hours i'm obviously a professional


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