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Samhain Intrigues

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Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

@Forett @FallenTrinity You both begin making your way to the High Road. Passing many Fae, high and low alike. Soldiers do not stop nor question you as they move from the gate onto the High Road. The great bridge spanning from the rim of Under the Mountain the Dark Tower in it's center. The Dark Tower itself is a massive collumn of stone black as Jessamine's scales but far more dull. The courtiers on the walk way move from your path in their finery and give speculative glances as they whisper to each other rather openly about possible reasons that The General and Thymund White are walking together towards the Dark Tower. Ranging from treason, to plots of murder, to possible lovers and nothing really interesting.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

@BelleBianca shook her head looking slightly peeved. "Fae cannot just simply snatch you from the cradle. Not anymore anyways. They have laws and breaking those laws isn't wise for the Fair Folk to do. As for advice? Don't make a fool of yourself. Accept nothing unless it is freely given and said to be freely given." Closing her book she looked at the young girl with a long sigh. "You have you're head in the clouds, child. Bring it down to earth before you make a deal you'll regret. You're an indentured servant, you can't be killed, but you can endure nightmares and the Fae can make your life harder than it needs to be."

@FallenreaperThe tiny sprite looked pleased as it hopped into the water. "Bubbles! Bubbles! Soap! Clean!" It squeaked as it splashed out the water, a trail of soapy water following in it's wake. The bubble in Noah's hand slowly swirled, condensing and turned a pastel violet. The bubble turning from a light weight to something more substantial. If popped the liquid would turn solid. A globe of soap smelling of lavender and lilacs. Apparently the little sprite giggled on it's lily pad as it poked bubbles about it. "Fun fun fun!"

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice sighed at the sound of the name 'Benny's Bar'. It really didn't sound like her kind of place, but after a series of days of strange things happen. A normal bar scene? No matter how out of her normal waters, it was normal life and something Alice craved and wanted. Enough that she would bear wearing pants, and going to a bar. "It can't be worse than doctors poking at me, vampire attacks, inquisitor attacks and jumping through windows, can it?" She quipped quietly her green eyes slightly brighter with the hope of not turning into a murderer.

Running her fingers through the black hair she smiled softly at Liza. "I'm sorry. I just, if I have to sit around in another room for another day... I think I might go crazy. Though at least you're place has color. I was about to raid the children's ward and start making the walls interesting." She admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. "I don't think I'll like the color white any time soon. It's horribly drab when you stare at it all day." Tracing a pattern on the floor with her foot, she looked up at Liza with shy, thanks filled eyes. "I owe you a lot- for this- for everything. If you wouldn't mind it, I'll come with you." Alice whispered softly.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice looked up shyly, hope kindled in her eyes. "I don't care how it tastes." She swore fervently. The mere thought of those lives, the image of Liam as he stood over her cooling body, it was not something she wanted. Not something she desired to cause and to prevent she would do anything. Alice was not a creature of violence after all. "I don't want to become like that man- be I this vampire or no!" The tailor sighed in relief as she rested her forehead on her knees. There was another way! Her heart soared with the knowledge, even if it was a low soaring. Her shop was still from her grasp.

Changing her focus to try and get her mind off the horrors that awaited in her future and that lurked in her past. "What is it you do?" She asked hesitantly. Hopefully she was not a surgeon, that would be problematic. Alice had grown a hatred of doctors and their ilk over the past day and night. Well, the day and night she was awake and aware. If they had only let her go home! Then this mess would never had happened, but even as she thought that Alice chastened herself. If she had not met Liza she would be lost on this unfamiliar path and without any hope but to become a monster.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Message Rat Headquarters

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Rhys looked over at the boy with a slightly raised brow. Schooling his face to that of a worried neighbor, the rogue's brows furrowed. Tom Meadow, the son of his fence. It was a shame he had been so overcome by some magyk. But it was extraordinary to Rhys, and curiosity was stirred. Someone had meddled with the boy's mind, and Rhys was very curious to find out how- and who. "I'll get him to move." The man flipped a quarter crown to the rat and moved over towards the boy. Concern was the mask he chose.

It was a curious thing indeed. For who was this Carlan and who was going to die? All of them? Perhaps the coronation was a trap? That would cover quite a few 'all of them'. But first he needed to get Tom back to his abode. To that lovely little room- that prison for all magyk. Laying a hand on the boy's shoulder, wary in case the lad lashed out. Rhys spoke quickly and forcefully. "Camouflage and Scream Screen about Tom Meadow be woven. Go you- Tom Meadow- where I Send, Tarry not until the End, Stay you where I Tell, Mark You This and Mark it Well. Go to my loft above your father's shop, within in the room of iron wrought. Close the door fast behind. Then sit and wait and bide your time. Only I can See you." He shielded the lad from sight, sound and set a Sending upon the boy. He would not be able to resist going exactly where Rhys said. Not that Rhys was going to let him go alone. This was a mystery and he was curious. Perhaps he could use this on the apprentice when he got his hands upon the lad.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice cringed slightly as the red eyes fell upon her. Her own green eyes dropping to study the floor, as she breathed a relieved sigh as Liza turned back to her drawing. "I didn't mean to offend." The tailor muttered into her legs. Yet it seemed that was all she was doing with the poor woman who had saved her. She offended humanity and those Inquisitor with her very existence, though she had no say in that. And then offended this woman with her questions and eagerness to return to her life. But a small seed of hope was planted at Liza's words.

"Do you need a lot of blood?" Alice asked after a time, hoping the answer would be a no. Hoping this woman would agree to help Alice find willing blood that did not need to come from a human host. She didn't want to leave a trail of heart break and ruined lives behind her like Liam had with her. She took her joy from beautiful things, not ruined shells. Well, unless she was restoring them to their glory. "I don't want to hurt anyone." Alice whispered in a defensive tone. Her voice meek beside that. She already owed this woman a debt, and by this hell she was living, she'd repay it.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice nodded absently. Her green eyes watching the movements of the pencil on the sketch pad. Picking up the clothes she slipped into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click behind her. A few minutes later, Alice emerged again. Picking at the jeans she frowned slightly. Not happy with the pants, but bearing with it. The tailor enjoyed her skirts and dresses. Another thing this life had stolen from her! But that uncharitable thought was cast aside as she peeked at Liza from under the black strands of hair. "Thank you." She whispered softly as she moved to stand next to the desk and watch the woman draw.

Her jaw worked several more times before she talked again. "Work?" Her eyes widened slightly as she winced away from Liza. Surgeon. The word slid about her memories. The next words came out before she could help herself. "You're one too aren't you?" Of course she was, thought Alice, but the worming worry of Liam's words. Sitting back on the bed, she drew her knees up to her chest with a uncertain look. "Will you feed from me as well-?" Her eyes stared at the clock with a lonesome expression.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice drank happily, her green eyes hooding as she felt the red quench her thirst. It was horrifying, drinking human blood. But Alice saw no other option. Her loss of her life, her freedom, her shop... Alice thought about it slowly as she drank. The one to blame was the one who turned her, and while Alice was a passive person she was no saint. She wanted vengeance for the wrong that monster had done to her. Needles, and horrid clothing was the least she could do. Gasping as she released the blood bag and balled it up tightly. Wedging it down in the trash bin as the woman had dictated, she looked back at her savior.

"I- What was your name?" Her voice was soft and apologetic as she blushed at her own lack of manners. Normally she would have had her manners first and foremost, but she just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. "I'm sorry, my manners. I should have remembered them." She whispered, wiping the spare blood from the corner of her mouth and licking it from her finger before giving her finger a horrified look and brushing it off on the hospital gown. "I=I think I'll take that shower." She whispered, rubbing her arms at what she had down. Not waiting for an answer Alice fled into the afore mentioned bathroom. Once in there it was several minutes before Alice turned on the shower. She had been so focused on getting back to her shop. Now it wasn't an option. Revenge was out of her reach. It also didn't help that she was unable to do anything. Her idle mind and hands left her with imagination that stretched to cover her real life and that scared her. It showed her, her shop closed and everything she worked for destroyed. It showed her hunted and never picking up the needle again. It showed her dead at the hands of doctors, police, Liam and those cloaked men. Her tears came along with her fear. This is why she threw herself in her work. It helped to ease the pain of her family's scorn and it was her passion. Her life. Now she had no access to it and the world looked completely alien. It was a good while later when she finally shut it off, stepping out of the restroom with a look of utter defeat. Her black hair lank and lifeless as she felt. Standing and looking around absently, Alice chewed her lip in uncertainty of what to do.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location The Institue
{"I deserved that."}

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Richard winced mentally at Cassandra and Marygold's dismissal. He had made some mistakes sure, but he was trying to make things right. Perhaps go about it by being his charming self wasn't the best option. "If it makes you feel better dear, go right ahead. I won't say I don't deserve it." He admitted to the SHIELD agent. Listening to the two chat about the escape of Magneto and the threat of OMEN. The world was a mess, and Richard gave a sharp hiss under his breathe. He wanted Ayita back in his sights, the only reason he wasn't quite literally wound about her neck was the fact she was in the manor and thus safe. Well, as safe as a mutant could be in the Institute. If the school was attacked, mobbed or something. Richard rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"And before you say it, Agent. I very well know my presence here isn't a help." His voice was bitter and there was a twinge of anger in his voice. If he could he would lodge a bullet or bit of poison in Jakobsen or hunt down the OMEN members. But that would leave Ayita open to Magneto and Richard knew what he would do in the man's shoes. But Magneto wasn't him, and the metal mutant held grudges. The Adder didn't want his sister to bear more pain for his sins, especially at the hands of that man. Making a note to himself, the hired gun- formerly at least- decided to talk to the Professor and older teachers about going off to kill Jakobsen if it became necessary.

~Nyte Bloods~

Her green eyes cringed as the woman mentioned the inquistors. Murdering thugs that had saved her life. Though Alice was considering if that wasn't more of a curse than a rescue. Now her beloved shop was out of grasp and they had decided to hunt her. Declaring her a monster. Well it's not like this was their fault. Though Alice did hold them slightly responsible. For if they had turned up sooner, she wouldn't have been in this mess. Shaking her head the tailor looked to the woman as the refrigerator closed.

And her mind stopped. Her eyes widened as she gasped, and fought not to inhale again. "W-why-?" She pleaded, she did not like the urge coursing through her to devour the bag. Alice liked it even less as it urged her to then sink her fangs into the woman. For would she not also contain the delicious red rivers of life? Snatching the bag with desperate fingers, even as she eyes showed reluctance. Her fangs did not hesitate to bite into the blood bag. Sucking the red from it with a delicacy that had not been afforded her when Liam had fed. That's right, Alice thought, it was just a giant juice box. Only the juice was the human kind and the iron twinged liquid flowed far too easily down her throat for the tailor's liking. But she still fed from it, needing it more than she wanted to admit.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen lol. No problem. Happens to the best of us. I'll have a post tomorrow. I'm dozing off an illness right now So my typing isn't to par.