LadyRunic

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Message Rat Headquarters

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Rhys suddenly altered his course, quickening his pace. His charming smile remained on his face as he passed a group of woman. Snatching a flower from a nearby flower box and planting it in one lovely girl's hair with a fond look. Giving a slight bow, he winked before continuing on his way. Steering around children with a special care, handing out flattering compliments to ladies both young and old. Tipping his head to men as he passed. Spreading good cheer and essentially becoming a forget face. One that would be thought of, but never with scorn. After all, who would suspect the Smiling Man?

It was at last he arrived to the place he desired. The hubbub around the coronation ceremony was a mess. People would be coming and going. Last minute errands would be run. Places, things and namely, people would be over looked. For Rhys had a plan. He needed the young ExtraOrdinary Wizard Apprentice to be lured to him. Perhaps Blaine would be better? Blaine was more experience, but the younger would be easy prey. He'd love to get both, but that would require careful planning and timing. Something he hadn't been working on. This was spur of thought and he needed to work quickly and efficiently. Younger, Older, then Ayra Ricewind herself! His green eyes gleamed as he looked upon the Message Rat that would begin his vengeance. "Speake Rattus Rattus." The wizard intoned, trying to keep the glee from his professional demeanor.

"Take this message to the ExtraOrdinary Wizardy's Apprentice. From An Admirer. The message is thus..." Rhys though hard on the wording he wanted to use. He wanted to lure the child into his clutches. "I have seen you're progress, and it is impressive. However, I believe I have something that would interest you grandly. A rare book of magyk that should only go to one who can appreciate such a thing. But I would like to pass it on in person, and toast to the next ExtraOrdinary Wizard. For I have faith you will achieve such, Apprentice. I invite you to join me for that toast. Send this messenger back, and I shall meet you in the Ramblings at-" Rhys mussed, not near his home. He named a street corner a bit away. Not too far away, which would work to get the reciever back to his home. And in his prisoner. "I hope to see you soon, ExtraOrdinary Apprentice. Long has it been since someone has impressed me." If he fell for it-? Good, but if he didn't then nothing lost.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin & Richard Laine

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Location Xavier Institute
{"Days to go by."}

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The paper crinkled and lowered as Richard looked over the top as Marygold explained the boy he had seen earlier. Then registering the name, the man completely lowered his morning reading. The latter- Cassandra- most likely wanted to run a knife through his heart. Not that he blamed her. In her shoes (and looking better in them than she did), Richard would do the same thing. Standing he ignored the raucous caw of his sister as she was jostled from her perch on his shoulder. "Pardon me. But Bruce Banner- The Hulk- has a son? A mutant gene carrying son?" Disbelief filled the former associate of the Brotherhood's voice as he crossed the lawn to the two woman with long strides. "Well, bloody hell. Good for him!" Richard chuckled a rich sound.

Ayita on the other hand knew not who this 'Bruce Banner' was. But apparently the boy she had spotted earlier was Lance Banner. Though the younger of the siblings did recognize the name Hulk. Swooping low over the grasses of the lawn as her balance was upset by her brother's sudden lurch to find out information, Ayita shouted a few choice words at him in the ways of raven and crows. Winging in a large arc, she gave a back wing as talons fastened onto Cassandra's shoulder. Careful not the prick the woman- the human did not have the healing abilities of her brother who was frowning at her. Clacking the deadly black beak, Ayita flipped her tail feathers in insult that the Adder well understood as a universal bird for the bird.

Richard inclined his head slightly two both woman as his younger sister landed on the SHIELD Agent. "A good morning to you both. Though it pales to your beauty." He gave a charming smiled to both former enemies. Though with the SHIELD agent that enmity might not be so former. "Sister, do not land so unexpectedly on people." He chastened the raven, as it hopped to his shoulder than the ground behind him with a bone splintering crack. Richard did not need to look back to know she had taken her human form, his shirt now strewn with raven feathers.

Ayita gave a nod to both woman before turning back to the manor. Perhaps Allison would know something more about things, Richard was occupied with his groveling with forgiveness. However, a hand seizing her fingers stopped her for a barest second. Amber eyes met the worried blue-green of her brothers, as Ayita nodded wordlessly. Reaching up the once captured hand patted Richard's cheek, her body to lay her own cheek on against his shoulder. "I will not wander far, Brother. Not alone. Marygold, Cassandra." Nodding, the shifter turned once more and bounded away to find her friend. Richard watched the retreating form for a second longer, before turning a charming smile back to the two women. Though worry still gnawed at him, she wandered from the manor from time to time. On wing, hoof, or paw. But it was some relief to know she would not no go alone at least. Less of a chance for her to go missing once more. Though by worse accords.

Samhain Intrigues

@Red Mage Both Fae and human are available. Though if you play Fae you will be one of the 'Hands' of either Seelie or UnSeelie Court. Essentially a steward, general or something of that sort.

Samhain Intrigues

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Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

@Forett Thymund would be walking through the Lower Quarter where he notices a figure heading towards one of the higher bridges in the Lower Quarter that lead to the High Road and thus the Dark Tower. The true court of the UnSeelie Fae and the seat of the High King when he was in residence. Thymund would also know this as one of Falk's Hands. General Kaeleer Savant. And someone his mate- Jessamine Darkwing- had been keeping a eye on and a keen ear out for. Though she never really stated as to why, other than it was never in desire. He wasn't of Jessamine's type after all. Highly valuing any information about the General Savant. A pop fizzles under Thymund's muzzle as a piece of parchment whirls out of shadow. "I require your presence in the Dark Tower's Grand Hall, if you would. -Falk"

[@Fallen Trinity] A message had been delivered to you. Message in as so much as a command from Falk to come to the Dark Tower could be considered a message. There was always the option of refusal, if refusal was desperately needed. But refusal was not something one lightly gave the King of the UnSeelie and for good reason. However, Kaeleer might recognize a familiar face in the crowds of the Lower Quarter. The slums and essentially rowdier part of Under the Mountain. Thymund White. He who was mated to Jessamine Darkwing. A being that often kept a eye on Kaeleer when he was in the City of Sky- Versailles. A woman of some beauty and who kept staring at him oddly. Kaeleer would know Thymund as a 'man' of integrity and part of Falk's unofficial third hand.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

@Belle The elderly woman was kindly woman. Willowy and thin. She had aged elegantly, but there was a tremor in her hands and a weakness to her breathe. Giving Elsa a raised brow the woman, clucked her tongue slightly. "You should not give your name out so lightly, Elsa." Her admonishment was well meant but her tone was kind. Shaking her head at the young woman's foolishness, the woman clucked her tongue again. "Names are something special here and they hold power to the Fae and those within their realms. You may call me Bianca, and no that is not my actual name, but it is merely a childhood nickname. Something I chose when the Lord of Horse spirited me away from the battlefield. Blessing upon Arik for that." The woman smiled at the memory before continuing her work.

Elsa might note that while Bianca might be taking notes as she might have thought but was writing in some strange language. The elderly woman however continued talking, her hand continuing to jot down the strange words. "And you are very correct. This is not a place to assume anything. The Fae Under The Mountain are vicious creatures. Unlike the Seasonal Courts. Where you were supposed to go I gather, but the High Lord had business here. It's just as well, I suppose." Giving Elsa a stern look the woman eyed her dress with distaste. "You wish to know what you are to do here as though you've not a clue?" Blotting away some of the ink from the book, the knobby fingers set the pen in the inkwell that was sitting next to her. "Did you think of nothing? Pay no attention to the tales of the Fae? Just willy-nilly make a deal with them." Shaking her head the woman tutted. "You were brought here to pay the debt for the favor you asked for."

@Fallenreaper The little sprite peered up at Noah curiously. Tilting it's little head, the once exicted orb looked terribly confused. "Why leaving? Does not need to wash?" The chiming and giggling voice was toned down and the little sprite skimmed over to perch on the ledge of the pool. The tiny feet brushing back and forth in the water. It's body was generally gender less save the delicate grace about it that might hint on it being female. "Does need help? Scented oils? Lotions? Flowers? Feathers?" The little sprite offered, holding a giant bubble as big as it was and offering it to Noah with a very proud smile. "Bubbles! Bubbles to help the human!"

Samhain Intrigues

@Red Mage Follow the link above and toss me a CS!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice had no doubt the hunter would have killed her. No doubt that something was terribly wrong. Vampire. The word shook her to the core. A monster of myth and legend. Vampire was what that bastard Enduro had cursed upon the poor tailor who only wished to run her shop in peace. Her eyes filled with tears as she though of that well worn and golden room, of her lovely little shop and the many designs she needed to work on. The Timeless Tailor. She couldn't leave it. She couldn't! It was her life, her living, her everything!

She bit her lip. The hospital would wonder where she went. A crazed man- who she could and would spin off to be someone appearing as Enduro had broken the window and frightened her into running. That would satisfy them and the police. Attacked twice in a row? That was serious and her running had saved her life. She hated lying but it was a trait that ran in her family unfortunately. She had run from the man and gotten horribly lost and confused in the city. Finding her way home after loosing the attacker, unable to call or solicit help. Alice fabricated the lie and promised herself she would return to her shop soon.

"I need to return to my shop soon. Tell the hospital what happened, the police." She whispered, following after the woman. Her feet aching from the harsh cement. She was not used to going barefooted. "I work as a tailor and- If you'd like I could maybe make you something for your help?" Alice offered timidly, though it was very much meant well.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen works for me.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked at the woman sheepishly. She probably should have fought, Alice thought. This woman was right on that account, but then Alice reasoned her fighting wasn't something that would be overly effective. "I came from the hospital?" She squeaked slightly in protest. If she could fight halfway decently then perhaps the tailor wouldn't be in the hospital in the first place. "If I had another choice of gown, I would have worn that." Alice offered weakly from behind her hands.

Though the tailor about had another heart attack as the woman identified her as a vampire. "I-I am? He said I was. Am I?" She whispered in confusion. Her large green eyes looked horrified at the corpse. "I stick out-? The sore thumbs mostly due to the gown?" She offered the excuse. But the words did ring true. She did stick out horribly, Alice glared down at the down. As the woman- Liza- stepped between Alice and the corpse, the tailor's face fell. She had been eyeing all the blood. "Alice. Alice Lynch?" She offered weakly. "I'm a tailor?"

"Do you know what's going on-?" She whispered, terrified still. Biting her lip, the raven headed woman ducked her head shyly. "A-Are you going to kill me too-? Or drink my blood-? Or anything of that sort?" Her green eyes flickered over Liza's face with a worrisome look. She really was on the short list of 'catching a break'. And Alice really wanted that break.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice shrank back against the wall, flinching as a shredding noise cut through the end. Was that what death sounded like? It didn't hurt either. But there was the problem a bolt going through her heart surely would hurt. No two ways about that. Opening one emerald eyes as keen ears picked up the splash of water. Alice soon was staring with a mixture of desire and horror. For that was not water, but blood. The delightful scent filling her senses.

As the man fell at her feet, the tailor flinched back from the corpse. The three slash marks showing how he had died. Though staring at the corpse Alice found it wasteful that that blood was just spilling out onto the street. Surely she could make better use of it... Unaware or perhaps uncaring of the fangs that now sprouted from her, the tailor eyed the corpse hungrily. Waste not, want not they said and surely this applied. Though her thoughts were paused at a voice. Looking towards the speaker. Alice flinched a step back from the corpse of the man, having been so intent on the possibility of feeding earlier. "w-who-?" Who had saved her? Why? "No, I am not." She whispered covering her mouth with horror at what she had been contemplating and about to do.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister ThirteenNot a problem!