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*thinks about going through the ooc to catch up*
*ooc is over 1000 now*

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No worries! I really liked the post still ^^


Thank you! I edited it accordingly, so feel free to take a look and let me know if it's out of sorts with your own history and lore. From my own headcanon, Yukiko was able to tell Maggie was a Witch from the moment they met, having literal centuries of experience with the Other, and also because Maggie is still fairly young and inexperienced at masking her potential. Because Maggie isn't 'out' yet to the general public, I like to think that Yuki respects her privacy and rarely remarks upon her magic?

@MiddleEarthRoze if there's any problems with my post regarding Maggies perception of Stefanis character, please let me know! I felt like, since Stefani is still practically a fledgling (and likely can't cast any glamours yet?) Maggie, whose Mother would have taught her about different creature characteristics, would have worked out Stefanis vampyric nature fairly quickly? Or maybe Yuki might have quietly explained it to her? If this thinking's cool with you both?
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Loved the post! But to my knowledge Maggie is unaware of what Yuki is!


Oh whoops! I'll need to edit that! Sorry!


Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi

Location: 30B Faraday Heights
Interacting With: @Write Yukiko


From where she stood, leaning back against the kitchen counter, mug of coffee in her hand, Maggie watched, silently, as Stefanie retreated to her room, her departure noted upon by Yuki with a despondent sigh. Maggies detached observation followed Yuki for a few minutes, watching as the woman reached up towards the top of their fridge to collect a pair of mittens that for whatever reason had been shoved atop the appliance. As Yuki declared her possession of Stefanis mittens to the closed door of the girls room, dangling the offending outerwear demonstratively, Maggie felt a small smile curve onto the corners of her lips.

All of a sudden she was thinking back to when she had first approached Faraday Heights, those few months ago, drawn in by the energy of 'different' and yet 'the same' that ran throughout the entire place like a river, guided by a small advertisement in the window of the corner-shop down the way. Yuki, from the start, had been somehow instantly young and instantly old, somehow wise beyond her years and silently understanding of Maggie, and Maggies identity, from the first moment they had shook hands and one of Yukis eyebrows rose in an elegant arch. It had felt unfair to Maggie at first, that somehow this woman knew what she was, what she had been born into, and had looked upon it with a benign indifference, but conceded no identity of her own. After a while however, Maggie had simply gotten used to the great secret that was Yukiko Abe, and was content to accept her flatmate for how she appeared, amiable and willing to share her flat and wine.

Stefani, had been something different from the beginning. In contrast to Yuki, who maintained an odd but seamless balance between youth and maturity, Stefani had always been painfully young. Maggie, who had never had much luck with teenagers even when she herself had been one, hadn't known what to think of her at first, mind too heavy and guilty with the instinctive dichotomy of her Mothers lessons of wards and spells to stave off Vampires. But the cloud had cleared, eventually. Stefani, as temper-driven as she could be sometimes, was truly a bright and clever child, who made a point of staying out of Maggies space. And Maggie could see it, somewhat, whatever Yuki saw in the child, that side of her that Stefani only showed to the woman, in the relaxed arch of her spine and the lightness to her step. Maggie would wonder sometimes, distantly, if one day Stefani might trust her like that, and always concluded that, she wouldn't blame her if the girl never did. There was hurt in those eyes, and pain, and fear and anger, trust was never offered freely from anyone who had eyes like that. And Maggie rarely went searching for something like that anyway.

As Yuki wound a thick scarf around her neck, Maggie padded out of the kitchen, mug still clutched in her hands, approaching Yuki carefully. As she passed the woman, Maggie uttered a simple request, "If you happen to see any while you're out, could you get some almond milk please?" Lifting her eyes to Yukis face, she added "I'll pay you back" and with a small nod, quietly excused herself from the room, not waiting for Yukis response. Taking another sip of coffee, Maggie walked down the hallway towards her bedroom, wincing slightly as she passed Stefanis room, as the sudden muffled blare of loud music erupted from behind the door. Making it to the quieter, dimmer sanctuary of her bedroom, Maggie closed the door behind her firmly, before moving over towards her desk. Her computer, still on standby from last night, lit up as she touched the on button, fans booting on at a low hum as she typed in her password with one dainty hand.

Maggie settled down into her desk chair slowly, as if hesitant, as she looked at the computer screen, and the browser tabs she had left open from her last visit.

Bringing her legs up to cross in her lap, Maggie rested her chin in her hands, directing a accusatory stare at the screen. Finally, after a few short seconds, she released a thin huff of a sigh from her lips, before leaning forward in her seat, a hand coming down to the desk to take control of the wireless mouse. The cursor swept across the screen, coming to rest on the sub>>sub menu option that had so captured her interest last night Recently amended research articles. With a short click Maggie brought up the link, and continued her journey through the numerous offerings of the Circle of Sorcery website.

I've been a bit busy today, but I'll have a post up for sure some time tonight.

As for all the talk about shipping I may kinda ship Katie with Maggie, I don't have any solid ships yet though


Not to be nudging and winking but this was exactly what I was thinking lol
@EsmetheGreat Just to clarify we're not allowing Vervain/Verbena ^^


well then string of garlic it is
@McHaggis

OOH and also I had another thought: I figured that Stef may have had some trouble living with Maggie for the beginning, considering how delicious human she'll smell, so I was wondering if Witches would have access to some form of magic or herb that makes them less appetising to Vampires? Vervain came to mind, actually. If you don't want this sounding to Vampire-Diary sounding, it also goes by Verbena. XD


That'd be garlic innit? ( ་ ⍸ ་ )

Verbena sounds like it'd be useful, Maggie isn't super great at making potions/herbal mixtures, so she might need to find a supplier

Made an ic post! now for bed!

Maggie Spencer-Adeyemi

Location: 30B Faraday Heights

Interacting with @Write (Yukiko) and @MiddleEarthRoze (Stefani)


Upon the off-white expanse of her ceiling there were five cracks, three of which had only come to be after she had arrived at 30B and taken residence in this banal square of a room. The largest crack, running from the corner looking over the frame of the doorway and zig-zagging clear across to the other side, ran a length of thick vines down the breadth of it, that branched out freely towards the top of her wardrobe situated in the far right-hand corner. The other two cracks that had appeared in the room since her appearance housed spindlier leaves, that hung down like thin curtains, changing length at will to either touch the floor or huddle towards the ceiling. All three collections of flora, perpetually swaying softly in an nonexistent breeze, would sprout flowers of any random variety, the breed changing and shifting depending on any variable, from the time of day to the mood and energy of the rooms occupant.

Maggie, from her vantage point laid atop her iron wrought bed, drifted her gaze from where she had been counting the cracks in her ceiling, and gazed upon the vines, who fluttered and preened in their decoration for the day. Hibiscus, Maggie mused inwardly, a hand idly playing with the thick helmet of her hair, commonly grown in Asia and bloom in the sun. She turned her head to rest against her right shoulder, peering at the window, covered by a set of floor-length blinds, and no doubt concealing the harrowing, chilling weather of London in January outside. A small smile curved into the corner of Maggies lips, her plants always seemed to have a sense of humor, or at least some vague sense of irony.

With a soft sigh, Maggie drew the hand, that had been toying with the wiry curls of her hair, down her face, blinking several times up at her ceiling again, and thought, again, that she should get out of bed.

She had checked her phone, charging on her bedside table, as soon as she had woken, the automatic weather updates declaring the weather, an accompanying update from the BBC news site affirming the storm brewing, and explaining the basis behind it. Maggie hummed thoughtfully as she recalled the news report, burrowing deeper into her plush duvet as the wind gave another heavy howl outside. This business with the Fae had little to do with her, and typically she never spent too many a thought on them. Really...since this international outing, this explosion of creatures uprising, demanding rights and protection, in the face of all of it Maggie had really just got on with it, she went to lectures, she went to work, she woke up, she went to sleep.

"The key thing you need to do sweetheart, is stay the same." her Mother advised, striving around the entirety of the living room, a mumble of a spell from closed lips and magic dancing between her fingers, "Do what you've always done, don't panic, don't avoid questions and just give mundane answers." Evelyn stopped in the centre of the room, tall and imposing, before making a sudden line towards the balcony doors, startling an idling Yukiko out of the way. Maggie watched as her Mother ran a singing hand in an X across each tall pane, the glass pulsing as she inscribed a new ward. "Act confused as if it's completely ridiculous that they're asking you these sort of things, make them trust you, don't trust them" Evelyn commanded, peering out the window at the sky before turning back to address her Daughter firmly, speaking in a tone that left no room for argument.

"You can't give them any chances Maggie, you can't trust them. They've drowned us, and burned us and hung us, and that type of hate, that anger and fear, it doesn't go away. But you'll be fine, you can hide, trust in me and trust in the Coven, you'll be fine. They've been hunting us for centuries, we've learned how to adapt."


Maggie lifted a hand out from her duvet, reaching for her phone and unlocking it, the screen snapping on to the trending news report she'd been reading previously. This 'Helsing' manifesto was nothing new anymore, everyday a new story, a new expose, a new smear campaign blazed across a homepage, a global trending hashtag, evangelical sites...

Maggie released a slow sigh into her duvet, the sound muffled by the plush fabric, and placed her phone on her bedside table again, slowly shifting the warmth of the duvet off her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, bare toes brushing the cold bare wooden boards of her floor as she stretched for a few long seconds, running a hand through her hair. Idly running a hand in greeting through the draping vines that hung from her ceiling, Maggie made for her desk chair, picking up the thick woolen jumper that lay on the chair and pulling it over her head. Padding across the floorboards she approached her door, noting the muffled voices out in the main room, and opened the door, closing it behind her.

Maggie stood still outside her room for a few seconds, giving a small hum in greeting to the wall of creeping vines that arched around her doorway and stretched into the living room/kitchen. After the vines gave a short quiver in response, Maggie moved the short distance down the hallway, rounding the corner into the main room and surveyed that mornings happenings.

She spied Yuki, hunched in front of the television, dressed for the day and poised in delicate but obvious anger, when Maggie peered over at the screen and saw the news she could guess why. Tugging slightly on the hem of her jumper, Maggie drifted pointedly towards the ensuite kitchen, giving a small nod to Stefanie before weaving around her, padding over towards the coffee machine. Lifting one of the mugs hanging on the small wooden mug tree next to the machine, Maggie poured herself a cup of warm coffee, turning around to pan her eyes around the room, leaning back against the counter as she lifted the mug to her lips and took a sip.

Just wanted to add, if anyone wants any help with rp-ing London life look no further Up until late 2014 I've lived in London all my life, Lewisham crew brrap brap.

Google is pretty good for info but if you like hit me up!
@EsmetheGreat

How you feel about 30B? Yuki's roommateless at the moment as far as I know. Across from Cara who is in 30A I believe.

Also all relationships have been added for my two so far:





That sounds brilliant! Yuki and Maggie seem like they would have very similarly cautious manners and would work around each other's space quite well. I think they'd definitely get on in this aspect. I'll edit Maggies cs later!

How do you feel they would have come to live together? Maggie's been in London attending uni for about two years now but I feel she could have tried living further into the city first or even at one of her Fathers propertys, but then maybe moved to Edgeton and Faraday Heights because of the concentrated Other population there.

And like, if Yuki had two rooms available that would have been perfect, one room for Maggie, one room for the plants.
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