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[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

Sure thing.
Honestly, the timing is actually pretty good. There's some pretty heavy family shit going on now for me, so I'm going to be MIA for about a week anyway.

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

I know we're allowed custom avatars now, but I don't want to change mine.

I've grown rather fond of Pinkie the Wondercorn. (That's Wonderful Unicorn in one word. Clever, no?)

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

She wasn't wrong.
When Ray looked at this house the hairs on his arms stood on end and an icy shiver ran up and down his back, like slender fingertips tracing the length of his spine. It was creepy as hell, and he couldn't imagine anyone buying it, let alone standing too long to look at it. Children probably avoided it like the plague, crossing the street in an effort to escape it's spooky gaze.
But...but no, it was more than that.
"This house feels haunted," he said in a low voice, anxiety gripping his throat with unease, and it only got worse with what he said next. He swallowed hard and forced the words out.
"We have to go inside. They could have been here, and even if they weren't...this place...it's...it's dangerous." His instincts were screaming at him, telling him that this place came bundled with a big ol' side order of harm. It was practically dripping with blackness, and all the negative emotions that came with it. Hate, anger, jealousy, grief and misery. Powerful emotions, the kind that overwhelm and smother, the kind Ray had become familiar with over the last six years.
"We have to," he said again to himself as he took a deep breath and took the first nerve-wracking step towards the door.

What Are You Listening To?

The Hunt - Grand Magus

Awesome old school heavy metal

I follow the hunt!

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

There was a warmth that came through her and into him when she linked her arm to his. Not a physical sensation, but something that filled him from the very insides. Ray had to wonder whether she really believed it when he said that he had never stopped loving her, the doubt gnawed at him like a dog with a slab of meat. But she told him that she loved him as well, but Ray wasn't too sure if he should consider anything said after a life threatening night of near death and blood soaked carnage and to a badly injured man covered from head to waist in dried vampire blood as gospel.
Does she love him like a brother, or a dog? She always did love animals and they loved her too. That damnable cat of hers had no love for Ray though, what if they were in it together?
Gah! It just made him want to give up and cry, and that made him angry, and being angry just made his body ache more, and that was only making him angrier!
Suffice it say, that despite the warmth of her touch, he was in a foul mood. If there was any saving grace to being so moody, it was that it might just boost his power enough if this fruitless search came to a fight.
When this is over...I'm going on a long vacation, only I think I'll just forget to come back.
The gloomy clouds had descended on him completely by now, and it was all he could to robotically utter back a, "Heheh. Yeah, I guess it is."
Ray was beginning to wish they would find some acolytes, he was itching to hurt somebody.

The Mutant Devision (Midna & Gelatinous Cube)

Adrian waved off a begging hobo who reeked of alcohol. Anything to keep him from drawing comparisons.
They arrived at the shelter, an old run down looking thing, a typical structure in a typical neighbourhood. The only thing setting Adrian apart from them was his suit, and the job...and the house...and then, well damn. Seemed like he was doing a lot better than he thought he was. He hadn't expected to find perspective on this mission but here it was.
"Alright, Agent," he started, his voice a tone softer than it had been, "Pop quiz. What are you going to do when you see this guy?"
Perhaps she would give him a satisfactory answer and it would keep his brief moment of clarity just a bit less brief, but he wasn't counting on it.
I cannot wait to finish work and get a drink...plus, I'm starving!

What Are You Listening To?

Razorblade Sigh - Gamma Ray

That awkward moment where RPG is your new Facebook....

Not awkward at all. The guild is far superior to Facebook.
Let's hope it stays that way.

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

Mine's derpier than yours!

[Gelatinous Cube] Ballad of the Mages {Ladybella}

That was the big difference between Ray and Kyra. Where she saw a worthwhile investment, a fixer-upper so to speak, Ray just saw a complete dump. Better to knock it down and build something newer and better.
Of course, there was no way he could live in such a place, at least not while it had electricity. He had known a Wizard once who could power his whole house on residual magic energies. Of course, he had been immensely powerful and far, far old than Ray. He had guessed a century, give or take twenty years, yet he still looked to be in his early sixties. Wizards and Witches had longer life spans than regular people, living at least two full centuries naturally if they didn't overextend themselves. It seemed like such a long damn time to him, and when you got down to the root of it all that was what frightened him the most.
Not the uncertainty, not the misery, not the resentment of the people around him, but the fact that he would have to live with it for that long. It made him envy regular people, everyday men and women working nine to five. They didn't need to watch their back for errant Warlocks or vengeful Vamp Lords, they didn't have to live without electricity for fear of blowing up a house and most of them had never killed a man in cold blood.

She sighed as she looked at him, and it just about cut him to the bone. Maybe he was just sensitive from the nerves and the pain, but he couldn't hope to fulfill any of her suburban fantasies. Whatever the future held for them it would not be normal.
He couldn't let these thoughts consume him though, not right now.
He focused himself and stretched out his right hand, and with it his magical senses. Call it a magical sonar...sort of. More like a drone, a small projectile of energy that could search every room and find magical residue.
It only took about thirty seconds and it came back negative.
"Nothing here, probably just a lot of mould and mildew. Let's go."