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P.I.C.S. Presents Paranormal Occurrences

JASON

Once Jason was done chuckling with his boyish charm, amused by his own antics, he made his greetings with the others and and began looking around. He only half caught the conversation behind him as he went around the reception desk to study it. Cockroaches scuttled out from beneath it, disturbed by his footsteps, disappearing into the darkness that clung in each and every corner of the room. The wooden surface of the table was half rotting and most electricals had been taken long ago. An old blocky spin-dial phone still sat upon the desk covered in dust and cobwebs causing him to raise the question.

”How old is this place and how long has it been abandoned?”

After blowing the dust from the old relic he lift the chunky earpiece and put it near the side of his head saying ”hello” as he did. His face dropped as the smile vanished rom his lips. Wide eyed he stood completely still for a solid moment until eyes from the others eventually fell on his still form. He pulled the phone away from his head. ”Guys..” He stammered, holding out the ear piece.
”It.. it’s for you.”

Then unable to contain it any more a thin smile tugged at his lips.
”The voices are saying that you should have seen the looks on your faces when we scared ya!” another self amused chuckle followed, dampened by the seriousness he had interrupted. He put the phone down and continued to study the desk.
Beneath the desk was a draw, and as he grabbed the handle to open it the wooden knob crumbled off.

”Damn.” he muttered, kneeling down and trying to find enough grip on the flat surface to drag it open. ”what secrets are you hiding from me?” he asked the draw curiously.

He was happy to be out of view from the others, so they could not see the serious puzzled concern take hold of his face. He had heard something in that phone. Was it just interference with the old lines. A static caused by the movement of cables, maybe something deteriorating. He pushed it from his mind.
He was too sober to be hearing things so the solution was to NOT be sober. Giving up on the draw he stood up and called out.

”Heading back to the mothership for a min, just gotta get some things and set the parking cameras.”

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An eager grin rushed across Jason’s face. Nora knew it as the one he got when faced with an exciting challenge. Jason took her hand, the motion comfortable and natural, and crouched down as moved steadily towards his friends, watching his every step. He took the lead and slowed right down as they came to the end of their cover. Listening intently and breathing slowly. He looked back to Nora, hands still held, mischief painted on his face.

The Hourglass Order

Patience

If that was to be Vyrik’s first lesson then he felt he would likely fail. He had tried, for a small moment to display some control and patience after being told so, but he just couldn’t. It was like the wind was in his bones and the boy just couldn’t keep still. His excitement was palpable and a little contagious.

He wanted everyone to show him their greatest tricks and then explain how they did it. He wanted to know what people were reading. He wanted to practice language with the Eskandish. He wanted Zeno Mozaru to teach him something, something fun. And questions, he had so many questions and a few stories too, none of which were boastful and were usually humorous at his expense.

The Eskand Marlijn seemed nice, happy to answer a few questions about her homeland but Vyrik showed a protective fondness towards Yimu, trying to make sure she was ok.

Even in those few moments that he found stillness, like when he was supposed to be sleeping, he sent his hearing out far, listening to things happening in the far distance. Using his magic late into the night until it exhausted him to sleep.

Sleep was a generous thing to call it. His restless slumber was filled with visions and emotions seemingly not of his own, unpleasant, unexplainable but also unrecallable in the morning light.
He awoke groggily, eyes filled with sleep, movements slow and staggered, pulled by a single focus. Drawn like a zombie risen from the dead he groaned and followed the pull that had arisen him, the smell of oh such pleasant food.

Stepping down the creaky steps he couldn’t believe his eyes at the spread that lay before him. It was beyond anything he had ever eaten before. In fact breakfast took his full attention and he barely noticed the others starting to leave. He was absolutely horrified to discover he had no time to eat. Instead of getting ready with his last minute he just grabbed two handfuls of various foods and ran out the door after the others.

TLDR

Brushed over the previous night with no specific interactions.
Troubled sleep - slept in.
Ran out to face the new day unprepared.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

As all watched on eagerly to see how the situation would unfold, it’s climax came on suddenly and was quite underwhelming. With a simple word spoken by the elderly man a searing bright light flashed before him as though a portal to the sun had been opened. The harmless light faded as quickly as it had appeared taking with it the holy man.

What followed next was chaos. The two hooded shorter minions who were still standing on the upper level advanced to the railings. With a ‘Woosh’ of their cloaks each was suddenly holding an ornate, brightly decorated crossbow. One after another the two started unleashing bolts in a timed continuous rhythm.

Click. Twang. Whistle. Thud. Click. Twang. Whistle. Thud.

It was soon clear that the targets were the Imps, as silver bolts dug into the tables and floor around them, pierced through leathery wings or tore through their inky dark flesh splattering black blood throughout the tavern.

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Oh, editing my post to include noticing the cop car.

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Nora Mays

Nora and Jason had been packing as much as they could into her Jeep. She almost felt sorry for Kason living this way, but she knew him to well, this was his way of life. She then realized she got a text from Darcy. Aweh man.. No playtime. What a drag. Nora said, meant to teasingly flirt with Jason and as a joke to how Darcy was prompt with a text after a brief intimate moment With Jason."Darcy and the gangs already there, they are waiting for us so we can scope this place out. Lets not keep her waiting yeah?"

After packing everything they could, Nora tossed the Mothership's keys to Jason."Now don't be looking at my ass while you follow me. She called back, smacking the back hatch of her Jeep before getting and and starting it up, now pulling off with Darcy's directions on GPS. After a few minutes they wer pulling up to Darcy's Car outside the main gate.
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‘Let’s not keep her waiting any longer than we already have.’ Jason thought to himself.

”Ha,” he said with an amused laugh and playful lift of his eyebrows,
”With an ass that good how could I not?” he teased flirtatiously as he climbed into his van. His devilish grin sticking to his face long after their trip had began.

It wasn’t too long until they were pulling up to the open gates. Jumping out the van Jason quickly jogged over and caught up with Nora who had her phone out. He guessed she was going to message the others to let them know they were here.

”Hey, wanna have some fun. Let’s see if we can sneak up on ‘em? C’mon. Who knows, might even catch Darcy and Baxter at it.” he added with a shrug and a little laugh.

He turned away from the car to look over the building. It sure looked like a haunted building might. Old and decrepit, full of history. Large. A half moon hung behind it offering an eerie light and flickering shadows.

”So, you ready? Feeling scared yet?” there was a warmth to his jests and his eyes always lingered on hers for just that little moment extra than required.

With the rain settled, it was no night like the ones they shared out on the ocean in another country under a star lit sky, but it was still a nice night for adventure.

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@xXSINXx

”For what?” Jason asked in light reply to the apology. His eyes searched for hers as he looked down on her and his hands naturally found her hips. A suspenseful still moment hung in the air between them, gathering on their warm breaths entwining between them in the cool air. For the slightest moment it felt as though his grip was going to tighten on her waist and pull her in, but instead he let go and stepped aside to the side door of his camper van. (His current home.)
Opening it up he quickly went to work of getting everything ready.

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Nora Mays

After they got out of Darcy's Trans Am, Nora pressed the butting on her keys to unlock her Trailcat. As she climbs in and starts the engine she looks at Jason. Seems like Baxter and Darcy have a thing going." She said jokingly with a smile as she pulls off."You know... You look good with your hair up, Not very often i see that, so where did you park the Ol' Mothership anyways?" The sum had sarted going down and yet it still rained moderately."I feel like this ia the one honestly, tonight were gonna catch something phenomenal."

@xXSINXx

Jason ran a hand over his hair, unable to properly take a compliment he just smiled his well practiced white toothed charming grin in reply. The soft smile failing to reach his eyes however as they found hers. Something somber sitting in his thoughts behind them. He rest his elbow on the windowsill and looked out into the rain.

”It’s a nice night.”

He said softly as he gave the directions to his van and then added with a sigh.

”I really hope we do, this is fun and all but if we don’t get something soon, you know. We can’t keep just playing forever. I know Josh was right into this...
I just, I’m not really convinced yet.”

Just then they drove past the restaurant Jason was heading too earlier, Betty’s. He let out a soft little chuckle. His hand found Nora’s knee just for enough time to give it a squeeze. He spoke again, forcing some positivity into his voice, trying to lighten the mood.

”Hey, it’s gonna be a great night. Can’t wait to check this place out, doesn’t quite feel the same knowing we are allowed to be there though. Might have to come up with something else illegal to do.”

He half jest before asking,

”If we’re all bunkering down in mothership for the weekend is it ok if I clear some of my stuff out at your place to make some room?”

The Hourglass Order

What unbelievable luck, it almost startled him to hear his name, but as usual, things always seemed to work out for Vyrik.
Somehow despite everything he had been through he still wasn’t late. That caused a proud smile to tug upon his lips.
He looked up and pulled back his hood to greet the teacher and each of his other classmates. He kept it to simple introductions and light pleasantries. A few words of choppy Eskandish for the noble girl and some fluent if not common tongue Revidian for the boy.
He guessed himself to be the oldest of hos fellow students but doubted that would give him any advantage when it came to magic. He was however excited to see a fellow Revidian and a girl from Eskand but already felt like he would probably get along better with the one called Yimu. Still, two pretty girls in a group of four wasn’t something the the young adolescent would complain about. As much as he wanted to start talking to them all he was also super eager to get moving onto the next part of his adventure.

Vyrik hadn’t opened the note he was given earlier, yet still, coupled with Zeno Zander Mozaru’s greeting words, it left him with an sense of unease. How had that person known who he was, or even found him. Why couldn’t Vyrik hear his footsteps. Why was this Zeno even worried about him. These were thoughts he pushed aside to ponder on later. Tucking the parchment into his belt he followed along.

Curiously he opened his mouth and let his questions spill out.

”So, what do we call you? Master? Teacher? Zeno? What are you going to teach us? Where will we be sleeping and eating? What’s your specialty? How long have you been teaching here?”

TLDR

Non noteworthy introductions
Questions the Zeno

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Jason had taken the joint from the ashtray and it hung loose between his lips unlit as Nora opened the door.
“Get in ‘ere.
He said said playfully without opening his mouth too far as he hugged Nora and half dragged her into the car. Ensuring much body on wet body contact was made as possible.
“and you’re always late.” he teased, a running jest about her missing the waves.
”I still can’t believe you two know each other. Small world.”

With that he shuffled a bit getting comfy in his seat as Darcy played with his hair. Finally settled he light up his joint. He took a few small puffs to get it going then held one large long inhale, letting the smoke slowly seep out in whisky tendrils between his lips.

Dyl arrived halfway through and Jason could do little but nod and smile at the guy until he had exhaled all the smoke. He passed the joint on and pat Dyl on the shoulder. ”Good to see ya again.”

While the others talked about and looked at equipment, Jason’s got hold of one of the joints and attended to a message he received. When it was concluded and he had sent a reply he turned his attention back to the group, twisting to see everyone, pausing to first admire his hair in the rear view mirror.

”Nice. So, when do you plan for this mad-house stakeout to happen? And wanna use my van?” he asks eagerly, focusing on Darcy’s blue eyes as he talks.