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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Esmeralda's shop

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Falling back into a chair, Rhys grimanced as Esmeralda sat particularly on him to hold a knife to his throat. While this would classify as interesting, the small trickle of wetness that ran down his throat from the small cut the blade left made his face take a stern countenance. Rhys drew the line when it was his blood that was spilled. Anything before that was fun and games. Amusements to the rogue. His hands gripped Esmeralda's waist as he smiled with a cruel and cold gleam in his so plain eyes.

"I came here for a reading, love." The Smiling Man pointed out to the witch. Despite the blade, despite her precarious position on him. "How is your holding a knife at my throat going to get me to tell you anything? You slit my throat and I won't breathe a word, not living anyways." Leaning in slightly, Rhys's tone took a seductive route. Dipping into a sing-song croon that caressed the woman's ear. "After all, how can I tell you about a son I know nothing about? I don't have much to do with any child save my own apprentice." His hand snapped up to attempt to knocked the knife from his throat, catching her wrists and pulling her against his chest as he kisses her cheek. "Perhaps if you explained, my dear instead of trying to put holes in me. I might be willing to help- for a fee of course. Coin makes troubled times easier."

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Infirmity

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Skaoi flinched at the horrid smell that filled the corridor, a foul stench she was not allowing in the infirmary. As the Young Army woman shouted 'Belladona' and began to look rather ill, Skaoi left the papers to take a step towards the collapsed servant. Alarm visible in her pale features, as she reached for Fyror only to be grabbed and nearly tackled by the young man who begged her to help his friend. Looking into the man and Princess Luna's faces that were as pale as her own and bordering on panic the Healer smacked the man's hands from her with the sternness of a matron. Which in some sense she was.

"Stop shaking me!" Her voice was soft but it cut to the problem as the physik turned to the Princess. "Fetch Becky, and bring me opium and brandy- whiskey- anything along those lines. A wash basin of boiling water and a cloth." The woman orderd sharply as she grabbed the Young Army woman, forced her mouth open and shoved two finger down her throat before pushing her at the man. "Shove your forefinger and middle finger down her throat and make her vomit. Keep it til nothing else comes up." Her order was fast and furious as she strdoe towards Fyror. Now she was not the quiet and meek woman, but a physik saving lives. meekness would come later. She would begin to pump the possibly dead man's chest as she leaned down after covering her mouth with her apron- ripped from her waist- to force breathe into his mouth while trying to limit her own risk. It would not do to die as well when she was needed. Checking for any potential pulse. It was risky, but she would force herself to throw up after several breathes.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

Location Cells

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Tilting his dark head towards his smaller sister, the assassin gave a sly smile to Bethany Bell. "Dear, do you think we really need our powers? They expect us to use them. The expect our powers to give us an edge." Holding up a hand to pause anyone's words in argument the Adder continued. "Case and point is that they do give us an edge, but not always. Rely on them too much and you will forget you- at your core- are no different than a human. You just have a little bit more." Noting his sister's head bob in agreement, he let her speak with her soft voice.

The door was solid and not about to fall from the hinges, Richard concurred. But he couldn't help but smile as the crack slightly grew upon inspection. "Everything is built with a flaw. No matter how hard people try otherwise." He studied Bethany as he rubbed his shoulder and moved to ram the door again. Using the side of his foot to strike the glass crack as to not break a toe. "Alarms, guards. Yeah, their a problem, but would you rather be stuck in here? I'll take my chances. Not the first time I've fought my way out of hell. Won't be the last." Giving a charming wink to Thalia, he ran his hand through his hair to comb it from his eyes. "Dean, Charlie. Give it a shot. We just need a gap. A small one." The older man commanded as he ran at the door again.

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Cells

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"These cells were built as cells," Ayita gave a skeptical look at her older brother who was bracing as he ran into the door with a solid thud. "They were meant to hold people. I can see Brother's point that we are still capable without our powers. What I do not get is why you are charging a door with a small crack in it." There was a sour note in her voice as she studied her brother's stagger away from the door, a victorious smile on his face. She ached and hurt, but she saw he had a point in at least trying.

Looking to the younger Thalia, Ayita considered her. "What if you were to make the glass young instead of aging it? Make it sand again or would that risk making the glass stronger?" People in Alaska were resourceful and most made their own amenities or did without. Especially the people of the brush who shunned civilization. Odd that she had not simply joined them. But there had been something that had drawn her to the herd and hunt, more than her powers. It had felt right. Like water flowing down hill. Shooting Bethany a look the usually quiet Laine felt her proverbial hackles rise in defense of her brother. "He knows what he is doing." Such was the younger Laine's faith.

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Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

Faeril's leathery wings rustled in her discomfort as her sharp tongue sprung forth. "Save your debts and your charms for forming a Court. Then pitting that Court against Dorothea and whatever wiles she has at hand." The words were not unkindly said, but there was that ever so sharp nerve that had been trod upon. Faeril was risking so much for this Queen, for this hope of a new and better future for her dear friends and herself. Taking in a breathe and letting it out slowly, the Black Widow-Healer's eyes opened to study the woman before her. It amused her that Fatima had been so adamant about fixing her cooking never mind the insult it could have dealt. Luckily for them both, the Eyrien knew she was no cook save with her potions and spells.

"Forgive me. My tongue is sharp and often causes harm when my temper is unleashed." The reason for that temper being unleashed were the three empty and lonely teacups that were not in use. Set out as if waiting for the giant hands of the Saroth brothers to pluck them up. Studying the absent places with bitter blue eyes, Faeril gave a sigh. "They will return soon, and we will hash out a plan." It was not often Faeril allowed herself to get close to someone, but Gen and his brothers had been her siblings in all the ways that mattered. Protectors, friends, and the ever consistent threats they could carry out only because she let them. That refreshing knowledge she could pit herself against them and not come out hurt because of it. Knowing that while her tongue lashed and wounded, it wouldn't- couldn't drive them away.

She had tried when she first had come into the idea that romance was something she would like to try.

@nohbdies The Healer blinked in surprise at the odd accent. "M'lady." She repeated for a moment before shaking her head. While witches- especially those who dabbled with Courts were called by the males 'Lady' respectfully, the odd twist Vaclav put to it made her blush and shake her head as her husband stiffened and glowered dangerously at the Warlord. Threatened by the attention to his wife, and with the current times there was good reason for that. Laying a possessive hand about his wife's waist the man answered Vaclav with a low and carefully neutral voice. "We do. Though it's a small room, there's room enough for two." The husband's eyes passed over Artemis with a speculative look, while his wife hurried off to deal with another customer.

The old Eyrien woman smiled at Artemis as the Healer sat down, her bony fingers plucking at the needle absently as she mended a old, worn tunic. The shawl about her shoulders was thick, but still the woman shivered even so close to the fire. "Ah, so comes another. Seeking, questioning, gently touching." The voice was soft and as gentle as a breeze, yet there was a certain broken cadence to the old woman's words. "Gently, wandering, leading the many paths. But I shall not follow, not yet."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

Location Cells

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Richard groaned as his chest stopped bleeding and the wound vanished. The pain between whenever Thalia started her little thing and finished was well worth the absent of a hole in his chest and blood on his good clothes. Giving a chuckle of relief the man hefted himself to his feet. Slowly testing out his joints. Seeing what worked and didn't. "Ah, my dear. You are ever the exquisite woman. Kudos." The Adder grinned as he studied his cage in irritation.

"Do not underestimate me, Dean." The man growled as he studied the cell, looking for the weak spots. There were always some. Nothing was perfect after all. "Even more to join us. How lovely." Richard chuckled slightly, with a tip of his head to Lance and Guin's speedy man. Kneeling at the base of the door he studied the small crack in the glass. "We are going to need a bit more than ramming, but there is a ray of hope." The man commented with a sly smirk. His fingers tracing the lines. Standing he waved to Dean and Charlie to him as he walked to the back of the cell. "Ram the door. En trio."

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Cells

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Ayita looked over at Lance and Pietro as the two of them were tossed in, though she remained curled against the wall. Conserving her energy against the time when her powers had returned. "Brother?" The woman's head snapped up as Richard knelt down. Her amber eyes narrowing as she studied his actions. It worried her when he smiled like that. It was the smile of a stoat who had saw a plump chicken. If she had the ears of the fox, they would be perked in interest and alert worry.

At the news of a chance of escape, Ayita shifted and sat up straighter. Looking at her older brother with a singular agreement, she pulled herself to study the door he proclaim a fault. There was nothing she could see, but he had said there was something. "What do you plan Brother?" She murmured more to herself, looking pleased yet disturbed with her kin. He was a odd one on his good days.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: His home

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She was beautiful as ever, the rogue wizard noted. If only she was not so willful and troublesome. "A kidnapped son? Have you alerted the guards, madam?" Rhys tried his best to have his voice and fact adopt a alarmed look, when in truth he could care less about Esmeralda and her offspring. The boy was most likely trampled or lost from the riots or Sickenesse. He would not be the first victim and not one he cared about. Tredding carefully closer to the woman, Rhys held back a croon of delight. "Such a horrible thing as to happen. The Castle has fallen upon hard times."

Riots, the coronation mess, the Sickenesse, all of it... It was ill omens for Queen Valda's reign. Quietly Rhys wondered how long she would keep a hold of the throne. How long the family last, or was this the beginning of the end? A part of Rhys was worried about the windows being closed and the door locked, but at the end of the day he was a match for the woman- if he didn't outright outclass her. Pulling his hands out of his pocket, he looked towards the door with false worry. "Perhaps you should put off the reading until your son has been located? Tis a perilous time we live in."

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Infirmity

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Pulling a small bag of herbs from her pocket, Skaoi dumped the contents into a small dish and slowly began to go about her work. Her patients were not going to get to stage four- and death- if she could help it. Yet even as she hoped for that, she felt as though it would come to pass and another scar would lie upon her heart. Looking at the tossing figure of Becky, Skaoi hesitated on waking her. Remembering sometimes others came out of such things swinging or bawling. Neither of which Skaoi felt up to dealing with. The small and pale Physician was on her last dredges of patience and energy for dealing with those who were not classified as 'patients'.

Still, she gently shook Becky's shoulder as she passed the woman's bed. Cringing back on instinct- which turned into a full blown yelp and jump away as the woman sat bolt upright screaming. All the Eastern Snow Plains woman could make out was something about flaming squrriels eating hair. "I-I'm terribly sorry, please forgive me. You were tossing in a nightmare and I thought it best to wake you." Skaoi stammered as she stumbled back to the door and exit. Deciding it was best to begin her research again as Becky was apparently awake.

Fumbling with the handle, the woman opened it and bustled out to be confronted with a small crowd. Giving a terrified squeak as she recognized Princess Luna (of whom she nearly ran into), the Young Army Leader, and a handsome, yet foolish looking fellow. Giving a clumsy sweep of her skirts in a curtsy as the pages of her notes fluttered to the floor. "Your Highness, please forgive me. I didn't see you there. I didn't know you were there. I-I- oh, dear. I beg your pardon." The physician scrambled for the notes, her head ducked down to try and hide flaming cheeks. Oh, why was there suddenly a crowd here?!

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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: His home

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Rhys looked about him at the adoring crowds and the lack of resistance as he approached the Wizard's Tower. He truly thought it would be harder than this, but then again- wedddings. They did have a habit of making people weak about the knees and eager for the joy in life. Rose coloured lenses over everything, and all that rubbish. If Rhys were to marry it would be for advantage, not that he was planning on getting married. The thought of that made the Rouge Wizard want to go scrub himself. Celebratory? Oh that would not suit him at all.

A shop caught his eye, as the plain man walked past. Esmeralda... Oh, she wasn't any sort of perfect. Though she was a decent hand at divination and better in the bed. Still- something, anything that might help the boy. Giving a shrug, he moved into the door, looking about at the all too familiar interior. It appeared her tastes still ran true. While their parting and tryst had been short lived and a single night ended in a string of curses- both literal and not- Rhys felt he was comfortable enough in his disguise to enter. After all, who was the better wizard here? She did paltry divinations. He ruled the roost, and strutted about to prove it. His hands in his trousers pockets, his shoulders slumped as he tried to look dejected. A plain average face. A man love lorn and lost. Wanting some hope in his future. Or so the Wizard tried to appear.

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Infirmity

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Skaoi looked over the patients as she scratched out notes in her careful penmanship, a trait honed in her youth. While she could do little to actually heal them with physik skills or her own powers, Skaoi was able to heed the lesson that was written on the pages of her notes. This disease was targeting magykal users some how. No one who did not have magyk had been infect, or rather at risk. Her frown was something of a stern grimace as she studied the figurative writing on the wall. A writing in the blood and lives of magykal users it appeared.

Tucking a blanket about Becky's shoulders, the pale woman sighed in the sad fact that magykal activity would be stopped most likely for a time. A troublesome thing, but one she saw as necessary. Burning Fever, Sleeping Death. She needed to look into it more, but how? Skaoi feared to leave her patient, to return to corpses. To return to folk trapped within their own dreams and bodies... It unnerved her. Setting about tending to the ill, she quickly jotted down the new discoveries for Becky to look over when the woman woke.

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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

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