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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Home

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Of all the things he had been expecting... Rhys stared blanking in the air. Letting Esmeralda's presence by pass his interest for the time. Of all the answers. Queste. That had not been one of them. His green eyes brightened with potential hope that he would take the Queste and return alive to take the Wizard Tower for his own. Let that woman who had stolen his place as the ExtraOrdinary Wizard tremble in fear. This was a chance. This was a opening. Running a hand over his jaw, he studied the word with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"A Queste is something taken by the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's apprentice. Usually in search of knowledge, and something they do not always come back from." Uncrossing his legs, his lips thinned as he stared out his window. "It means I must go to the Wizard Tower and take a stone from the Questing pot. If it is marked or no, then I will embark for this knowledge." He couldn't let it by pass him. If the stone was marked, no Wizard would get in his way. A power play. If they did... Well, the Sickenesse was a problem. What if he could solve it? Would they risk their own health? Pointing sharply at Esmeralda, he gave her a stern look. "Til I return you will look over my son, and the Meadows will deliver their rent to my son until my return. If I do not. Then everything in this room is his." Pulling a cloak from the wall, he also slid a sword onto his belt and several knives onto his person. "Think of me what you will, Esmeralda, but that is my son. I will to it."

Gripping the woman he pressed his lips to hers and smiled wickedly as he tucked the map his had acquired from the unknown benefactor into his breast pocket. Stepping away and turning to slip form the door as he made his way to the Wizard Tower. "Amd hell to anyone who get in my way." He would seek out Erin before he left to make sure that one Wizard would see to his son's proper training and not whatever Esmeralda had in mind. This was a chance for him to prove himself and bring Blaise and his apprentice, former, tumbling down. To be the savior to the Wizard Tower and take the position of Extra Ordinary Wizard for himself.

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Skaoi Silverveil

Location: Below attic[/center]

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Looking utterly confused, Skaoi gave a sharp squeal as Myrus shoved away from her embrace and ran down the hall. The pale healer would have followed, but there was one of those 'nifflers' that was circling her with far too much interest for her comfort. Trying to dodge about the small creature without hurting it she found herself at odds with the little vermin! "Shoo! Shoo! I'm not some shiny treasure nor do I have anything for you!" The Phsik pleaded with the greedy little thing, flapping her hands and skirt uselessly at the small creature. While she was thankful to the Queen for her intervention on the matter. She did worry that this new iron spin Valda had developed would spell trouble in her future.

Though the rest of the commands did trouble her. A servant? For her? "Oh! Your Majesty, please! I am unsuited to having a servant, as busy as I am. My apologies Lady Lyra, but whatever would I do with you? I have the Sickenesse to heal and there's the usual bout of illness and accidents-!" Skaoi stumbled and stuttered over her protests about having a servant, though she had in fact had them in the Eastern Snow Plains. She just didn't want to let onto that fact and raise more questions! Blushing as she came unto who she was speaking against, the woman looked down and dipped a curtsy. Perhaps this was a spy planted upon a possible spy? Well then! She would make sure that Lady Lyra found nothing out that wasn't already known! "As you will it, Your Majesty." She whispered, her eyes wide at the fact she had spoken so boldly in her flustered panic between the niffler, Prince Myrus and Lady Lyra who was now her servant. Hurrying after Princess Luna and her brother. Hesitantly edging about the foreign Prince who was causing her such distress.

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Grimspound

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Location: Aricie

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Grimspound frowned at the house as the windows brust in a shower of glass, the dirt and dust whirling down the hall and deeper into the Port Witches former home. "Well, that is one way to say 'welcome'." The scholar and peddler noted with some amusement. Grimspound was a jack of all trades and masters of certain ones. He enjoyed picking up a new thing from time to time. Though Minerva's words gave him reason to think harder upon what was going on. This was no simple sightseeing trip. This was a hunt after something. Something that had his instincts on alert and his eyes peering into the dark, while he kept a lazy and friendly smirk upon his face. This was all troublesome, and he delighted in it. A mystery was always fun. Though Minerva's words made him wonder what the tiny woman knew about him!

"There's a name Stephen Strange, though I doubt I am one to talk. Nera Hawthorn, I presume?" He noted with interest and a bit of jab about his own name- or the one he used. Though he was taking a light tone to this matter, his nerves were singing with delight and anticipation. Eagerness at the seriousness of the situation. It had been some time since something caught his interest so... completely. That Minerva was so at ease was not the least supportive but he supposed as she was invited here, she had right to be so.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Hades Cabin

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Athanasia brushed a bit more of the annoying dust off herself. It really wasn't too much of a damage to her clothes, being sensible enough to have made them out of reasonable material. Though she smiled sweetly at Alannah's suggestion. While she was generally agreeable to most things, Athanasia made it a point to train almost exclusively, with exception, with Ryland and Arthur. It wasn't that she disliked the other campers or thought less of them. She just enjoyed the time spent with the two people who mattered most to her at the camp, and only she was allowed to hurt those who were hers. Possessive? Perhaps, but she saw nothing wrong with that. Then again it wasn't always sunshine and roses when you have two over protective figures. Rolling her eyes at Arthur's smile, she gave a soft one herself. "I shall be sure to take you up on that at some point." It wasn't a lie, she would take Alannah's offer at some point though it most likely would be a rare thing.

Turning on her heel she looped her arm through Arthur's as they walked towards the open aired dining pavilion, only half listening to her half-brother's complaints about the talking skull. A bit of accident she had created when her powers came upon her one dark night. Shadows and bones were hers to command, and it was positively fun to get a jolt out of people by appearing when they least expected it. Her poor mother had long gotten used to such antics. For the rest of the population? It was always amusing to the girl to charm people after giving them a good jump start. Such a perfect individual! She could blend in quiet well and be forgotten in the background then to speak up with some knowledgeable comment or other. Her dark eyes studied the skies above the peaceful, as it could be, camp. "Do not worry so much about Chatter, brother. He will not be waking you again, or me for that matter." The sly smile on Athanasia's lips was nothing short of trouble as she giggled. "Surely you could stuff your ears with the Stygian iron? I doubt you could hear then!"

The dining pavilion itself was thick with people, and the smell of food swept with the breezes from it. Practically hauling Arthur behind her, Athanasia made a beeline for the tables as she noted a familiar blonde head among the others. Food being secondary on her list. Tackling Ryland, son of Zeus's, waist in a giant hug. Thanking abandoning Arthur to do so. "Ryland!" Athanasia beamed up at the hero who had brought her to Camp Half-Blood to begin with. Grinning with sweet, and false, innocence at Brynn she chirped a quick 'good morning' and 'lovely hair!' to the older half-blood.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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The set of Eyrien Warlord Princes hesitated as Fatima laid the Queen's claim to the man. That he was hers made them pause, that they may cross the Queen and thus Faeril? Made them take that step away from the killing edge. Faeril would never forgive them if they insulted the Hayllian woman enough that she would leave. Rustling their wings, the brothers exchanged looks as the Queen declared that Belor would join her. The Warlord Prince nodded slightly and trailed after the two strangers, pausing just in the doorway. Effectively blocking the exit. Gen wouldn't forgive his brothers if they didn't keep track of their friend and all these people. Forget Gen! Fae would throw a hissy-fit when she found more strangers in her house.

Fatima would find that Faeril's pulse was indeed weakened and that reviving her would do little good, it would be better than to just to let the Healer and Black Widow rest. Something Artemis would also come to realize if she examined the Eyrien woman. Vaclav would note that while the others had moved off to observe the collapsed woman, Denar had remained behind. Not quite observing the Warlord but not leaving him alone. Quietly nursing a mug of coffee, as he tried to look unobtrusive.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Ayita Dyrkin

Location First Floor -> Outside

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Ayita watched as the man who organized this entire thing got in the car. It seemed there were some issues between him and his companion. Possibly his mate from what she overheard. Though it went out of her mind when lips touched her forehead. So did all thought, wolfish or otherwise. Blinking amber eyes Ayita felt herself blush and growled a crooning note as she pressed tightly against Damon's side.

It was nice? Perhaps more so. But she was quite content to remain here. Safe in the range of another teeth and claws to defend her. Watching the dark car speed off she let her fighting stance go and slumped against Damon. Exhausted from the day and her wounds. Let the other decide their course, she needed to rest and then she would deal with it all.

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Richard Laine

Location Outside OMEN building

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It was with some relief that Richard slipped his gun into one of his holsters. He had been expecting a fight honestly. Giving a nod to Thalia he smiled warmly. "See? There was a reason we brought you with use, Dragon lady. Aside from your beauty being wasted down in those cells." Casting a charming grin at Thalia, Richard was doing his utter best to calm himself. He wanted blood, but now wasn't the time to date that crueler side of him.

Looking over at Allison he clapped the young mutant in the shoulder with a friendly nod. "Not a bad job, Pink. Not a bad job at all." Hearing Guin and the Lancd beat arguing, he chuckled. It was good to see the young Stark back to her old self. Or as much as she could be. He'd be keeping am eye on the lass just in case.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@AngelofOctober Shoot disregard me! I post that to the wrong Rp. I read Bloods Jewels instead of XMen.. you'll have to check that with Bluestae. (Sorry Blue!)

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@AngelofOctober By that I mean I dont want Character sheets that are halfways done. Ask all the questions you like. Send me a broad idea, and fill in details to resubmit for a final okay. Just not something that's a half baked idea and has gaping plot holes you can keep changing and thus have change your character

Blood's Jewels

@Arkitekt That would be lovely! If your still interested. I've been crazy, busy with the holidays myself.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Home

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Considering his options Rhys did have little choice. Esmeralda would stay an ally so long as his son by her was in danger. Who was he to get in the way of it? And more so, would it not be foolish of him to take advantage of it? Running a over his chin, he studied the witch carefully.

"Speak properly, woman. You well know how." Rhys quipped as he moved about to pull various supplements from his cabinets. "Shall we get to it then?" The rogue offered with a aloof tone.

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Skaoi Silverveil

Location: Below attic[/center]

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Skaoi had been patiently awaiting the descent of the Royals. Debating about what her plan would be since she did not wish for her whereabouts to be known. Nor would she answer the questions that Young Army leader would ask. No matter what! It was a risk, one that could spell worse things for her family.

So when the queen appeared hustling the young prince along, Skaoi smiled softly. Glad to see the Young royal was unharmed. However her smile faltered as he screamed about how she wasn't guilty! About how her wouldn't allow it. A twinge if guilt crept into Skaoi's heart as she darted forward. Pulling Prince Myrus into a gentle and firm hug. Both to comfort him and to attempt to block his powers. "It is alright, Highness. I do not plan on going anywhere." Liar, she called herself, 0retty liar. You will flee if your life is in danger.

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Grimspound

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Location: Aricie

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"Well if that isn't a fair warning, then I shall be called a wyrm." Grimspound noted. He wasn't shaken per se but he was a bit unnerved. Spirits were never really his study as of yet. Then again he had never run into a Spirit Seer before. That alone gave him a bit of hope.

Though Minerva's notion that they did have a invitation to the house was slightly amusing. "And what fine print came with that invitation, my dear?" There was always fine print, and he had caught up no few people in his. Though, the man was fair about it. It wasn't his fault if people didn't pay attention!

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Ayita Dyrkin

Location First Floor -> Outside

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Ayita trudged up the stairs with a wolfish sigh. If she was honest with herself, the woman-wolf ached within and without. Her body was a mass of bruises and pain from the bullets. Her heart a mass of worry over her 'pack'. Richard had almost died, something that had truly shaken the shifter. Allison had been captured along side them because she had failed to protect her friend. Damon, the final member of her personal pack was missing and thus alone and in danger. The primal thoughts that badgered her and snapped at her, wanting to tear into herself for the weakness she was showing, only made her feel worse. There was no place for weakness in this form. Strength was the defense and the offense. Weakness meant the pack would eat you and be glad about it. Worry was something that was common place, but she still didn't like it.

Jarred from the primal thoughts her body shifted to a wary stance as she examined the three humans before her. Two of them were mutants but they wore the skins of humans. Baring gleaming fangs, she slowly covered them as Thalia seemed to know these people. Relief that at least these weren't new enemies, she let loose a sigh before giving a startled yelp as she found herself on the first floor. Ignoring her brother's worried look at her, she bared her fangs in warning at the all too familiar Scarlet Witch. Oh, she remembered the woman well. Pricking her ears forward she studied the Brotherhood leader as well for a long moment before slipped from the room to open skies and free air. Flying wouldn't be wise, but Ayita needed the open spaces of the world.

The Quinjet was there she noted with a note of approval as she sniffed the wind as it stirred about her dark fur. The wolf also noted a figure get out of a dark car. The man she studied for a long second with inhuman eyes as she bared her fangs in a dark snarl as her brother joined her, pronouncing him as the man who had caused all of this. Bristling her fur, the wolf crouched sending a stray nudging mind-to-mind to Allison to notify her of the strangers before catching another scent. Perking her ears she turned her head to the Quinjet and her form shifted to that of human before once more to a black raven that took of with a beat of wings. Wings that ached and burn and demanded she stop using them. Ayita obliged as she shifted back in mid air near about tackling Damon to the ground as she wrapped the man in a bone crushing hug. Not her usual, but they had made it through a hell that she had been certain was going to lead to nothing but death. "Pack- Damon- One is well. Safe." Sheer relief that he was alright as was Allison and her brother was alive. Her eyes were far from human and ached with pain and weariness reflected the primal thoughts that rolled and struggled against her human nature. Pressing her lips to the Host's cheek absently, she turned her attention back to their enemy as she stepped away and prepared to shift and run the foe down. With how she was feeling, she hoped they wouldn't.

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Richard Laine

Location Cells

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Richard sighed in relief as Pietro got his powers back and they found themselves all with their 'rescue party'. Though considering his former boss and the Scarlett Witch joined that party, Richard wasn't sure if he wanted to be rescued any more. Giving a polite and slightly stiff and wary nod to Magneto, he turned his gaze to Guin and Mira. Gripping the latter's shoulder in a friendly grasp, he moved by her and brushed a few strands of hair from Guin's face. Assuring himself the young Stark was fine physically if not mentally. Satisfied he turned to look at Mary with a hardness in his eyes. "There's a few OMEN agents in the cells below. I don't know if their dead or not, and I don't care." He noted with a venomous croon as he passed Marygold. Jamming his hands into his pockets and feeling the earbuds in there he looked after the form of the Dire wolf that bounded from human contact and to the outside.

Following after his wayward sister with the intent of dragging her back under cover, the former assassin smirked at the Quinjet. A smirk that turned into a deadly mask as he spied Jakobsen. Gripping the wolf's ruff he smiled with a cold cruelty. "That sister is the one who did this. Though he pretends not to. Jakobsen. No, you can't bite him." He command was directed towards the crouching beast as he checked the ammo in his glock. He would love to take Jakobsen out, but not yet. He would give the man one last chance for Allison's sake. If their little fore-teller said to kill him, Richard was going to claim first dibs.

Blood's Jewels

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