@Cio I was expecting something really weird to happen with Aava tbh, like she cuts her hair off and it turns into newts and fish eyes as it hits the ground lmao.
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legal name: weenie dumpsterboy
if any of you were on the warriorcats forums as kids please hmu, we're brothers in arms.
i prefer to RP casual but if you write more than a screenful at a time i probably can't keep up with you.
i work monday tuesday wednesday and saturday, play DnD on fridays and sometimes i'm just not around. if i’m afk for several days, i’m probably just working or depressed and you can always reach me by dm. i’ll pretty reliably check the site every night even if i don’t post anything.
usually i spend all day intrusively telling people about my plants. anyway please ask me about my plants i want to tell you about my plants
if any of you were on the warriorcats forums as kids please hmu, we're brothers in arms.
i prefer to RP casual but if you write more than a screenful at a time i probably can't keep up with you.
i work monday tuesday wednesday and saturday, play DnD on fridays and sometimes i'm just not around. if i’m afk for several days, i’m probably just working or depressed and you can always reach me by dm. i’ll pretty reliably check the site every night even if i don’t post anything.
usually i spend all day intrusively telling people about my plants. anyway please ask me about my plants i want to tell you about my plants
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@Eviledd1984@Cio
“Just a kid. Isn’t that cruel?” Lucifer remarked sympathetically, taking a long drag on his cigarillo. “When you’re so weathered and worn from this hellish world, there’s nothing like having someone who looks up to you. To take an inferior under your wing, so to speak; leadership is a quite possessive and empowering drug. But they take a part of you, too, don’t they? A part you never get back when you fail them.”
He turned and coughed softly, and returned his gaze with a placid look. “Understand something, Mister Nijimura. This is a place of the mortal and the supernatural, striking the natural balance these forces have maintained even before the veil broke. Everything that happens here is thousands of years in the making, though I suppose that might not mean much when it comes to mob justice.” He waved his hand as if to dismiss his own words, making swirls in the smoke lingering in the air. As he spoke, little cracks in his even composure seemed to surface; barely perceptible cracking and straining as he spoke, slightly jittery movements, indicating something unstable bubbling beneath the surface. “Blood for blood, as it’s always been. Revenge is as natural as birth and death, but nothing comes freely; I need you to swear something to me for this information.”
Evren blinked. "(Just like that, eh?)" he asked, setting the book from town on top of the pile beside him as if it had a perfect place in the mess. He stepped over the green clumps of hair on the floor and reached into the open toolbox to grab a little pair of springy pruning shears that may have looked like a strange dull blade to Aava next to a recognizable knife. "(Do you want any help? These might be a little easier to use.)"
Beck was cavalier in her dealings, not for a lack of concern but for a surplus of presumption. She had every confidence in her own skills; if it came down to it, she could fight Nessa and win. At least she believed she could. This sort of arrogance gave Beck a strange generosity, willing to help anyone who might need it and being unafraid of the repercussions.
She nodded in understanding and pushed herself off the wall. "It'll only be a few days, I have to get some work together. I still have business here but, yeah, I definitely need a change of scenery too." Beck agreed. "The VW is out this way; I guess I'll pull around to the front so you can go grab whatever you need to get going. How does that sound?"
Haddie said nothing, barely hearing Duckie at all as his attention was focused on his bag. Finally he withdrew a leather-bound book secured with twine, and flipped to a looseleaf lined paper with a traced image on it. "Did it look like this?" he asked, holding the paper out to the unsettled skeleton, gaze steely.
“Just a kid. Isn’t that cruel?” Lucifer remarked sympathetically, taking a long drag on his cigarillo. “When you’re so weathered and worn from this hellish world, there’s nothing like having someone who looks up to you. To take an inferior under your wing, so to speak; leadership is a quite possessive and empowering drug. But they take a part of you, too, don’t they? A part you never get back when you fail them.”
He turned and coughed softly, and returned his gaze with a placid look. “Understand something, Mister Nijimura. This is a place of the mortal and the supernatural, striking the natural balance these forces have maintained even before the veil broke. Everything that happens here is thousands of years in the making, though I suppose that might not mean much when it comes to mob justice.” He waved his hand as if to dismiss his own words, making swirls in the smoke lingering in the air. As he spoke, little cracks in his even composure seemed to surface; barely perceptible cracking and straining as he spoke, slightly jittery movements, indicating something unstable bubbling beneath the surface. “Blood for blood, as it’s always been. Revenge is as natural as birth and death, but nothing comes freely; I need you to swear something to me for this information.”
Evren blinked. "(Just like that, eh?)" he asked, setting the book from town on top of the pile beside him as if it had a perfect place in the mess. He stepped over the green clumps of hair on the floor and reached into the open toolbox to grab a little pair of springy pruning shears that may have looked like a strange dull blade to Aava next to a recognizable knife. "(Do you want any help? These might be a little easier to use.)"
Beck was cavalier in her dealings, not for a lack of concern but for a surplus of presumption. She had every confidence in her own skills; if it came down to it, she could fight Nessa and win. At least she believed she could. This sort of arrogance gave Beck a strange generosity, willing to help anyone who might need it and being unafraid of the repercussions.
She nodded in understanding and pushed herself off the wall. "It'll only be a few days, I have to get some work together. I still have business here but, yeah, I definitely need a change of scenery too." Beck agreed. "The VW is out this way; I guess I'll pull around to the front so you can go grab whatever you need to get going. How does that sound?"
Haddie said nothing, barely hearing Duckie at all as his attention was focused on his bag. Finally he withdrew a leather-bound book secured with twine, and flipped to a looseleaf lined paper with a traced image on it. "Did it look like this?" he asked, holding the paper out to the unsettled skeleton, gaze steely.
I’ll probably add a bit more to Haddie, it feels a little lacking but I wanted to put everything up at once.
@Cio@Eviledd1984
Lucifer kept a calm countenance as if hearing the Näkki’s name didn’t phase him. He took a long look at the picture of the dead boy, seeming a touch sympathetic as he slid the sheet back across the table. “I have no problem with your organization, Mister Nijimura. The recent murders are very concerning to me; they’ve been… unusual. Mortals come and go, but it seems that the dead are more like us. I assume this dead Yakuza was of your nature.” He nodded as if he knew everything, assuming immediately that Hayato was one of the werewolf gangsters that had come into his town.
Lucifer winced at the mention of that man, the simple mention enough to crack his façade for just a moment. Recentering himself, he unconsciously traced his fingertips over the nearly-invisible healed scar left on his cheek. “I have nothing to hide from you or your men; I know who you’re speaking of, but I’m not inclined to surrender my claim simply because you ask. I’m sure if I had come here demanding you submit your most trusted men to my blade, we would have a disagreement.” He took a leather cigar case from his pocket and withdrew a plain-looking cigarillo. He lit it and took a puff, offering a reticent yet soft-eyed look. “Go on. Tell me about the boy. It was in the alley, hm?”
“It’s a bit far.” Evren responded, acknowledging that they had quite different concepts of things like scale and the ordinary. “Across the ocean, much further than Germany or Rome.”
The cabin was quite small, about twelve feet by twelve feet long on each side with a repurposed metal porch door facing out to the lake. The smell of lemon and vinegar seemed to permeate out from the perimeter of the room, where a few waterproof plastic bins were stacked next to a ladder leading up to a shallow loft. A toolbox was sat atop one bin, ajar. Beside the door was a pile of books in various states of deterioration strewn out from an overturned box.
“I live very quietly, these days. I read, mostly. I enjoy my peace and go to town when it suits me.” Evren replied, closing the scrapbook. “Are you… looking for something?”
“Yep, born and raised. Just never picked up much of an accent.” Beck replied, turning to properly face a very uncomfortable-looking Nessa. The ravenette was almost hypnotic, even in this weakened state. A thought formed in the back of her mind, a tiny wish to keep Hayato away from her. That guy was up to something weird, something very dangerous; she sensed something criminal and corrupt in his actions, perhaps he was even working with that creepy Progenitor. God, this town got worse the more she thought about it. “You can tag along with me, if you want.”
As soon as she blurted it out she had to laugh, if only to relieve her own embarrassment. “I do mean it, though. Just surprised myself.” She said, recovering. “Small state, not a lot of places to get lost unless you like camping. And no offense, but I don’t think you’ll get too far walking.”
“Solve et coagula?” Haddie repeated, not sure he heard that right, but if he did, he knew what that meant. He wiped the symbols off of his arms like it was no big deal. “I don’t know the guy, but I know the magic. That’s alchemy, but to use it directly for necromancy…”
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, before swinging his bag to the ground and kneeling to dig through its contents. “They’d have to be very strong. Very strong.”
Lucifer kept a calm countenance as if hearing the Näkki’s name didn’t phase him. He took a long look at the picture of the dead boy, seeming a touch sympathetic as he slid the sheet back across the table. “I have no problem with your organization, Mister Nijimura. The recent murders are very concerning to me; they’ve been… unusual. Mortals come and go, but it seems that the dead are more like us. I assume this dead Yakuza was of your nature.” He nodded as if he knew everything, assuming immediately that Hayato was one of the werewolf gangsters that had come into his town.
Lucifer winced at the mention of that man, the simple mention enough to crack his façade for just a moment. Recentering himself, he unconsciously traced his fingertips over the nearly-invisible healed scar left on his cheek. “I have nothing to hide from you or your men; I know who you’re speaking of, but I’m not inclined to surrender my claim simply because you ask. I’m sure if I had come here demanding you submit your most trusted men to my blade, we would have a disagreement.” He took a leather cigar case from his pocket and withdrew a plain-looking cigarillo. He lit it and took a puff, offering a reticent yet soft-eyed look. “Go on. Tell me about the boy. It was in the alley, hm?”
“It’s a bit far.” Evren responded, acknowledging that they had quite different concepts of things like scale and the ordinary. “Across the ocean, much further than Germany or Rome.”
The cabin was quite small, about twelve feet by twelve feet long on each side with a repurposed metal porch door facing out to the lake. The smell of lemon and vinegar seemed to permeate out from the perimeter of the room, where a few waterproof plastic bins were stacked next to a ladder leading up to a shallow loft. A toolbox was sat atop one bin, ajar. Beside the door was a pile of books in various states of deterioration strewn out from an overturned box.
“I live very quietly, these days. I read, mostly. I enjoy my peace and go to town when it suits me.” Evren replied, closing the scrapbook. “Are you… looking for something?”
“Yep, born and raised. Just never picked up much of an accent.” Beck replied, turning to properly face a very uncomfortable-looking Nessa. The ravenette was almost hypnotic, even in this weakened state. A thought formed in the back of her mind, a tiny wish to keep Hayato away from her. That guy was up to something weird, something very dangerous; she sensed something criminal and corrupt in his actions, perhaps he was even working with that creepy Progenitor. God, this town got worse the more she thought about it. “You can tag along with me, if you want.”
As soon as she blurted it out she had to laugh, if only to relieve her own embarrassment. “I do mean it, though. Just surprised myself.” She said, recovering. “Small state, not a lot of places to get lost unless you like camping. And no offense, but I don’t think you’ll get too far walking.”
“Solve et coagula?” Haddie repeated, not sure he heard that right, but if he did, he knew what that meant. He wiped the symbols off of his arms like it was no big deal. “I don’t know the guy, but I know the magic. That’s alchemy, but to use it directly for necromancy…”
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, before swinging his bag to the ground and kneeling to dig through its contents. “They’d have to be very strong. Very strong.”
@Eviledd1984 so the pictures Hayato is showing Lucifer are photoshopped or something, right? Just so i know what i’m looking at
@Eviledd1984 good to go :D and it's formatted this time lol.
@Eviledd1984 OH my bad! I thought it was the other way around. I'll fix that.
I'm also adding a little more to Haddie's reply, I have some... ideas >:D
I'm also adding a little more to Haddie's reply, I have some... ideas >:D
will add formatting at some point tomorrow 😅
But first I added Beck’s reply, forgot to paste it last night.
But first I added Beck’s reply, forgot to paste it last night.
@Eviledd1984@Cio
Although Lucifer had remarkable control over his abilities, for public appearances he often chose to forego them except in emergencies. It could be disconcerting to the average mortal to see a man disappear completely into a shadowy corner of the room.
He exited his apartment and walked out onto the sidewalk in new clothes; grey trousers, a tight violet sweater, nice Italian shoes. It was forgivingly cloudy today, otherwise he’d need a parasol or some other protection from midmorning sun. Being out in the day still wasn’t pleasant for the shadowmancer.
The crime scene in the alley was long cleaned up, and he passed it on his way down the road. It seemed like the blood had been power-washed away after evidence was collected, but he could still smell something ferric in the air. At least now there wasn’t such a mess. He suspected that had something to do with this business call, though he wasn’t sure quite how; he silently wished he’d taken a closer look at the crime scene before the police came, not knowing something made his skin crawl. Or maybe that was just the daylight.
Lucifer crossed the threshold into the Iron Butterfly and glanced about the place, taking in his surroundings but acting mildly unimpressed. Redhaven was his town, certainly, but he let others think they controlled little parts of it from time to time. In his eyes, this was no exception, and he was exceptionally happy to play along while he waited to reclaim what was his. Across the room he saw a door marked LOUNGE, and thought that a good place to find his caller.
He pushed the door open, and sure enough he saw two Yakuza whispering at a booth. He smiled mischievously, wishing he'd been a moment earlier so he could have listened in on their secret exchange. Lucifer pressed on, casually sitting across from Hayato and leaning his cheek to his palm, staring at the intense man with a wry grin. "Sudeni nonde?"(Drinking already?) he asked, a bit too coy. He brushed errant strands of blond hair out of his face and he sat up a bit straighter. "My Japanese is very bad, I'm only kidding you. Your associate asked for my presence, mister..."
“(We’re a long way from your lake, Aava.)” Evren attempted to explain. When they passed the stream the sound of water grew only more apparent, though it was much more subtle than the babbling brook behind them. The forest thinned some as they walked, with many more young thin trees than old wide-trunked ones, and the ground became rocky and uneven with scattered patches of grass and soft moss. “(My home is just ahead; I think I have something there that will clarify things.)”
They trudged up one last low hill before the landscape truly revealed itself; among the young trees was a one-room cabin with no windows, made of sturdy old logs. Approaching the structure one could see that the hill sloped down to the small sandy bay of a lake, with wild vegetation growing around the water. Through the trees one could see that this inlet was part of a large pond that wrapped around a distant Appalachian ridge like a crescent moon, surrounded by forest at all sides.
Evren retreated into his home, which smelled profoundly of vinegar and lemon, and began searching through a large disorganized scrapbook of things. He held it open on a faded Mercator projection with several old pen markings across Europe and Canada, and gestured for Aava to look. “(Here, this is a map of the world. Your lake is in Finland, right here,)” he pointed to southern Finland, which had been circled at a previous date, “(But we aren’t in Finland now. We’re in the Americas, in Massachusetts. Right here.)” he traced a line across the Atlantic ocean that landed squarely in New England. He offered an understanding look, knowing this must be troubling to hear for the first time.
Haddie rolled his eyes. “Hadrian Abner. That’s my name, and yes, I’m a necromancer.” He pushed his mallen streaked hair out of his face and shrugged his bag off one arm. Keeping an icy gaze on Duckie, he withdrew a soft charcoal pen from a pocket on his bag. “If you don’t have a master, you could be invaluable for someone like me. How about we make a little deal? I’m sure there’s something you want from the living world.”
With the charcoal pen he drew strange symbols on his arms; 🜔 ♂ on his right beneath the tattoos on his wrist and the astrological symbol for Gemini on his left. He seemed fascinated, if a little intimidated by the being before him, but was above all wanting control over whatever power he had.
“I ran into him around dawn at the edge of town. He was after another vampire, I had to fire a warning shot and call the cops. I don’t know what he’s up to but I don’t like it.” Beck remarked, relaxing her stance to lean against a brick wall. It seemed like the long day was already catching up to her; just past midnight she was chasing new bloods, and things had only gotten more intense since dawn. She was pale and worn, just a bit sweaty from all the hustle and bustle, yet still entirely fiery. “I’m getting out of town for a few days. Sick of this place; too much blood, you know what I mean? I’m visiting my folks in Boston.”
Although Lucifer had remarkable control over his abilities, for public appearances he often chose to forego them except in emergencies. It could be disconcerting to the average mortal to see a man disappear completely into a shadowy corner of the room.
He exited his apartment and walked out onto the sidewalk in new clothes; grey trousers, a tight violet sweater, nice Italian shoes. It was forgivingly cloudy today, otherwise he’d need a parasol or some other protection from midmorning sun. Being out in the day still wasn’t pleasant for the shadowmancer.
The crime scene in the alley was long cleaned up, and he passed it on his way down the road. It seemed like the blood had been power-washed away after evidence was collected, but he could still smell something ferric in the air. At least now there wasn’t such a mess. He suspected that had something to do with this business call, though he wasn’t sure quite how; he silently wished he’d taken a closer look at the crime scene before the police came, not knowing something made his skin crawl. Or maybe that was just the daylight.
Lucifer crossed the threshold into the Iron Butterfly and glanced about the place, taking in his surroundings but acting mildly unimpressed. Redhaven was his town, certainly, but he let others think they controlled little parts of it from time to time. In his eyes, this was no exception, and he was exceptionally happy to play along while he waited to reclaim what was his. Across the room he saw a door marked LOUNGE, and thought that a good place to find his caller.
He pushed the door open, and sure enough he saw two Yakuza whispering at a booth. He smiled mischievously, wishing he'd been a moment earlier so he could have listened in on their secret exchange. Lucifer pressed on, casually sitting across from Hayato and leaning his cheek to his palm, staring at the intense man with a wry grin. "Sudeni nonde?"(Drinking already?) he asked, a bit too coy. He brushed errant strands of blond hair out of his face and he sat up a bit straighter. "My Japanese is very bad, I'm only kidding you. Your associate asked for my presence, mister..."
“(We’re a long way from your lake, Aava.)” Evren attempted to explain. When they passed the stream the sound of water grew only more apparent, though it was much more subtle than the babbling brook behind them. The forest thinned some as they walked, with many more young thin trees than old wide-trunked ones, and the ground became rocky and uneven with scattered patches of grass and soft moss. “(My home is just ahead; I think I have something there that will clarify things.)”
They trudged up one last low hill before the landscape truly revealed itself; among the young trees was a one-room cabin with no windows, made of sturdy old logs. Approaching the structure one could see that the hill sloped down to the small sandy bay of a lake, with wild vegetation growing around the water. Through the trees one could see that this inlet was part of a large pond that wrapped around a distant Appalachian ridge like a crescent moon, surrounded by forest at all sides.
Evren retreated into his home, which smelled profoundly of vinegar and lemon, and began searching through a large disorganized scrapbook of things. He held it open on a faded Mercator projection with several old pen markings across Europe and Canada, and gestured for Aava to look. “(Here, this is a map of the world. Your lake is in Finland, right here,)” he pointed to southern Finland, which had been circled at a previous date, “(But we aren’t in Finland now. We’re in the Americas, in Massachusetts. Right here.)” he traced a line across the Atlantic ocean that landed squarely in New England. He offered an understanding look, knowing this must be troubling to hear for the first time.
Haddie rolled his eyes. “Hadrian Abner. That’s my name, and yes, I’m a necromancer.” He pushed his mallen streaked hair out of his face and shrugged his bag off one arm. Keeping an icy gaze on Duckie, he withdrew a soft charcoal pen from a pocket on his bag. “If you don’t have a master, you could be invaluable for someone like me. How about we make a little deal? I’m sure there’s something you want from the living world.”
With the charcoal pen he drew strange symbols on his arms; 🜔 ♂ on his right beneath the tattoos on his wrist and the astrological symbol for Gemini on his left. He seemed fascinated, if a little intimidated by the being before him, but was above all wanting control over whatever power he had.
“I ran into him around dawn at the edge of town. He was after another vampire, I had to fire a warning shot and call the cops. I don’t know what he’s up to but I don’t like it.” Beck remarked, relaxing her stance to lean against a brick wall. It seemed like the long day was already catching up to her; just past midnight she was chasing new bloods, and things had only gotten more intense since dawn. She was pale and worn, just a bit sweaty from all the hustle and bustle, yet still entirely fiery. “I’m getting out of town for a few days. Sick of this place; too much blood, you know what I mean? I’m visiting my folks in Boston.”
@Eviledd1984 maybe they can interact again later ;D the RP is still young.
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