And thus my next post is late up!
The party is just beginning! This opens up the opportunity for interaction between player characters and player family leaders. You can use this time to take your character to the party only, and have them just be there for this round (like I have), or you can work with someone to have some interaction this round, up to you! My character is open for approaching if you want to end your post with coming up to him, then we'd work on something for the next one. Or you can ignore him, up to you guys.
Hunters I'm not sure what you wanna do, if you wanna attack already, infiltrate the party for info (Gloria doesn't exactly know everyone or have an exact number of guests attending so if you wanna get all gussied up too that's an option.
Oh and Doctor, Sebastian would be invited, of course.
If I forgot anything/wrote something dumb just let me know!
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Noon, October 16 - Anderson Manor, East Wellsburg Washington
"Be careful with that!" Gloria Anderson yelled, her voice echoing in the large foyer. "That table is worth more than your life!" She continued to yell at the men she hired to set up for the party, only half joking.
She glared down at them from her current position atop the grand staircase for a few more moments before continuing on into her daughter's room down the hallway. The party would be taking place at the Anderson Manor, built at the same time as the college. Situated in the woods near the campus, it is very secluded. A long driveway separates the manor from the road and the town as well. To even the richer families that will be gathered in the enormous building, it would be impressive. The Andersons are a very wealthy family, and that wealth goes a long way towards establishing them as a respectable family in the witch community. Of course wealth isn't everything, but it helps.
Gloria stopped at the closed door of her daughter's room and knocked lightly. Without waiting for an answer she pushed open the heavy oak door and walked in.
"Elizabeth, dear, where are you? You're supposed to be downstairs making sure those brutes don't scuff up the floors," She called out, glancing about the room.
"Mother can't I just have a moment to myself?" Elizabeth asked, walking out of her bathroom. "I'm getting myself ready for the party."
Gloria scurried over to her daughter and grabbed her slender face with both hands.
"You haven't even showered yet," Gloria stated with a frown as she inspected her daughter. "Don't lie to me. You were reading those books again, weren't you? Where do you even find them?" She questioned, glancing over at the window seat where a small leatherbound book sat.
Without waiting for an answer, Gloria let go of her daughter and waddled over to the window. She grabbed the book and made her way to the door.
"I'll have no more of this rebellion. Nothing magical belongs in this house."
"Except for you, of course," Elizabeth stated curtly. "And the thirty or so witches that'll be here tonight."
Anger swelled in Gloria's eyes, but she took a moment and then let the comment go.
"This night has to be perfect. Get ready and then get downstairs."
8 p.m. October 16 - East Wellsburg, Washington
"Do we seriously have to go to this thing?" Graham complained, glancing at his mother.
He wasn't one for parties, especially these formal ball things were people dressed nicely and ate tiny sandwiches and bickered about god knows what. He was glad to see his sister and to a lesser extent his mother, but having to go to this party almost made him wish they hadn't come at all.
"It is important for us to secure some allies outside of the family," His mother repeated for what seemed like the tenth time. "We have enough issues of our own. We don't need some outsiders coming in a messing things up even more. Some powerful families are attending this peace meeting, they could help us if we need it."
"This isn't going to make us friends, Mom. It's just gonna get us less potential enemies," He explained with a sigh as he attempted to tie his tie. "Ask any of them for help and they'll laugh in our faces. They think we're crazy. Even the fucking German guy acts cautious around me, like any second I'm gonna try to bleed him or somethin'. And its his job to talk to crazy witch kids."
His mother laughed and moved closer to help him with his tie. "You're overreacting. Less enemies is better than nothing anyway," She said with a smile, pulling his tie tight around his neck. "Besides, you just might have fun at this thing. Maybe you'll make some friends for once. And its also a chance for me to show off my handsome son."
Graham sighed and looked in the mirror as she walked out of the room. He wore an all black suit with a black tie. His tattoos reached about an inch or two over his collar. Overall he didn't look all that bad, despite his discomfort. He would even go as far as saying he looked intimidating.
...
Graham sighed once more as the car pulled up in front of the Anderson's house. If you could even called it a house. It was far larger than any house he had stepped in before. The long driveway formed a circle at the front of the house, surrounding a fountain and bordered by beautiful landscaping. The front door was framed by a grand entry way complete with large glass windows and white columns supporting the overhead. Through the windows you could see a large crystal chandelier illuminating the foyer. He looked to his sister, who was seated beside him. She gazed at the building with awe, taking in the opulence of the property.
Graham got out of the black car at the same time the second Bishop car was arriving. The night just got better and better. He watched as his brother, uncle, and grandfather climbed out. They were all dressed nicely as well, and this was probably the first time Graham had seen Tyler in a suit. Then again this was the first time Graham had seen himself in a suit as well.
The Bishops entered the party together, only slightly later than they were expected. This wasn't an attempt at being fashionably late, they were simply dysfunctional. But if someone else thought otherwise, then it was just a minor, accidental, victory for them.
Gloria Anderson met them at the door in her expensive looking dress that seemed a size or two too small. Though maybe Graham was just imagining that. He had met her before, upon his arrival to the university. She was just as fake as she was now. Graham just smiled and then slipped away when he could, making a bee line for the alcohol.
He glanced back to see his mother and sister giving him dirty looks. His mother was upset at his rudeness and his sister was upset he didn't take her with him.
"Be careful with that!" Gloria Anderson yelled, her voice echoing in the large foyer. "That table is worth more than your life!" She continued to yell at the men she hired to set up for the party, only half joking.
She glared down at them from her current position atop the grand staircase for a few more moments before continuing on into her daughter's room down the hallway. The party would be taking place at the Anderson Manor, built at the same time as the college. Situated in the woods near the campus, it is very secluded. A long driveway separates the manor from the road and the town as well. To even the richer families that will be gathered in the enormous building, it would be impressive. The Andersons are a very wealthy family, and that wealth goes a long way towards establishing them as a respectable family in the witch community. Of course wealth isn't everything, but it helps.
Gloria stopped at the closed door of her daughter's room and knocked lightly. Without waiting for an answer she pushed open the heavy oak door and walked in.
"Elizabeth, dear, where are you? You're supposed to be downstairs making sure those brutes don't scuff up the floors," She called out, glancing about the room.
"Mother can't I just have a moment to myself?" Elizabeth asked, walking out of her bathroom. "I'm getting myself ready for the party."
Gloria scurried over to her daughter and grabbed her slender face with both hands.
"You haven't even showered yet," Gloria stated with a frown as she inspected her daughter. "Don't lie to me. You were reading those books again, weren't you? Where do you even find them?" She questioned, glancing over at the window seat where a small leatherbound book sat.
Without waiting for an answer, Gloria let go of her daughter and waddled over to the window. She grabbed the book and made her way to the door.
"I'll have no more of this rebellion. Nothing magical belongs in this house."
"Except for you, of course," Elizabeth stated curtly. "And the thirty or so witches that'll be here tonight."
Anger swelled in Gloria's eyes, but she took a moment and then let the comment go.
"This night has to be perfect. Get ready and then get downstairs."
8 p.m. October 16 - East Wellsburg, Washington
"Do we seriously have to go to this thing?" Graham complained, glancing at his mother.
He wasn't one for parties, especially these formal ball things were people dressed nicely and ate tiny sandwiches and bickered about god knows what. He was glad to see his sister and to a lesser extent his mother, but having to go to this party almost made him wish they hadn't come at all.
"It is important for us to secure some allies outside of the family," His mother repeated for what seemed like the tenth time. "We have enough issues of our own. We don't need some outsiders coming in a messing things up even more. Some powerful families are attending this peace meeting, they could help us if we need it."
"This isn't going to make us friends, Mom. It's just gonna get us less potential enemies," He explained with a sigh as he attempted to tie his tie. "Ask any of them for help and they'll laugh in our faces. They think we're crazy. Even the fucking German guy acts cautious around me, like any second I'm gonna try to bleed him or somethin'. And its his job to talk to crazy witch kids."
His mother laughed and moved closer to help him with his tie. "You're overreacting. Less enemies is better than nothing anyway," She said with a smile, pulling his tie tight around his neck. "Besides, you just might have fun at this thing. Maybe you'll make some friends for once. And its also a chance for me to show off my handsome son."
Graham sighed and looked in the mirror as she walked out of the room. He wore an all black suit with a black tie. His tattoos reached about an inch or two over his collar. Overall he didn't look all that bad, despite his discomfort. He would even go as far as saying he looked intimidating.
...
Graham sighed once more as the car pulled up in front of the Anderson's house. If you could even called it a house. It was far larger than any house he had stepped in before. The long driveway formed a circle at the front of the house, surrounding a fountain and bordered by beautiful landscaping. The front door was framed by a grand entry way complete with large glass windows and white columns supporting the overhead. Through the windows you could see a large crystal chandelier illuminating the foyer. He looked to his sister, who was seated beside him. She gazed at the building with awe, taking in the opulence of the property.
Graham got out of the black car at the same time the second Bishop car was arriving. The night just got better and better. He watched as his brother, uncle, and grandfather climbed out. They were all dressed nicely as well, and this was probably the first time Graham had seen Tyler in a suit. Then again this was the first time Graham had seen himself in a suit as well.
The Bishops entered the party together, only slightly later than they were expected. This wasn't an attempt at being fashionably late, they were simply dysfunctional. But if someone else thought otherwise, then it was just a minor, accidental, victory for them.
Gloria Anderson met them at the door in her expensive looking dress that seemed a size or two too small. Though maybe Graham was just imagining that. He had met her before, upon his arrival to the university. She was just as fake as she was now. Graham just smiled and then slipped away when he could, making a bee line for the alcohol.
He glanced back to see his mother and sister giving him dirty looks. His mother was upset at his rudeness and his sister was upset he didn't take her with him.
Oh, looks like everyone has posted! I'll be working on my next post, introducing the party and all that, and we should be able to finally have some interaction!
Doctor Belasco said
Any reciprocation?
Ah, right. He'd definitely distrust Sebastian, naturally. But he'd be interested in what he has to offer. I'd expect some sort of banter between the two, as Graham gets tired of what he perceives to be questionable interest on 'Bastian's part.
Ichthys said
I know that this RP is already rolling, but I'm wondering if you'd let me join. I read the first post and saw nothing about being closed or anything, so I felt compelled to ask on the current status of the RP.
Oops, I should put that in there! Sorry bout that! I'll let you and Syblyx know when we open up again. :)
@All: Lovin' the posts and the discussion! I'm trying to work in some more detail for the setting/plot/etc. If any of you have any questions about specifics that may have come up while writing your post or reading others' posts about the world, magic, whatever, let me know. I want to clear up any confusion you guys might have. As an example of this, "Vague College Land" has been renamed to "East Wellsburg". How exciting!
@Doctor: Love 'Bastian's thoughts on Graham :P
@ToskaO: Graham and Adelaide will know each other for sure, the details of their relationship I'd like your thoughts on. But he'd have gotten some work done by her most likely, so they'd at least recognize each other.
Looking good everyone! :)
Midnight, October 15 - Anderson University, East Wellsburg Washington
Pale moonlight blanketed the dark college campus. The air was cold, clear, and quiet. On any other night, the place would be buzzing with life. People walking, cars rolling by, lights on. But this was not just any night, this was the night of the Emergence. Thousands of students stood outside, huddled together for warmth, staring up at the sky. The stars were returning.
It began exactly at the stroke of midnight. In the black canvas of a sky, just to the right of the moon, a bright dot winked into existence. Somehow the silence grew even quieter at that moment, as if every living thing was holding their breath at once. There was a pause between the appearance of the first star and the second, but eventually another spot broke through the darkness. As each new star appeared, the pause between each appearance grew shorter. Soon two would appear at the same time, then three, then four.
They filled the sky, brilliant white sparks, countless in number. For a long time, everyone stayed silent. They took in their new, temporary sky. It was more beautiful than any of those young enough to not have seen them before had imagined and more splendid than any of those old enough to have seen them before had remembered.
Eventually, the silence broke and the parties began. College kids will party for anything, and this wasn't just anything.
Graham, like everyone else, stared up at the sky with the wonder of a child. His eyes were wide as the Emergence put on its show. He was three years old the last time this happened, and he didn't remember it at all. It was nothing like what he had dreamed of, what he had imagined his entire life. It was so much more. The sky was an endless sea of stars, each one seemingly brighter than the last. Graham watched in awe for what felt like hours.
"Get inside. It's time."
The cold voice of his older brother broke the enchantment the stars seemed to place on him. He looked down from the new sky and then turned to his brother. Tyler stood in the doorway of the small apartment Graham had been living in while at school. He wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans, as well as a look of disdain on his face. Graham mirrored that look as he walked up the small steps to the porch. The tension between the two was clear as Graham pushed his way past him into the building.
The feeling of wonder that had filled him a few moments ago was replaced with anger and apprehension. His heart was beating quickly and his stomach was full of butterflies as he walked into the living room. The average sized room was full of people Graham thought he would never see together again. His mother, his younger sister Jenna, his uncle and his grandfather who was the current leader of the Bishop family. Along with his brother and himself, there was no one in the room who wasn't on bad terms with at least one other. His uncle was on bad terms with everyone. But they were all here for two things, Graham and his sister's emergence and the peace conference, so they decided to put their differences aside for just a few days.
Also in the room were two strangers. They sat on the couch, their faces blank and their eyes empty. They would be the sacrifices. They would be Graham and Jenna's offerings to the stars. Both were people who needed something, something only magic could achieve, and they were willing to die for it. Graham doesn't know how his mother had found these people, and he didn't want to know. The less he knew about the one he was about to kill, the better.
The entire process was a lot less ritualistic than he imagined it would be. He simply had the man he was going to kill move onto a plastic tarp, made him kneel, asked if he had any last words, and then slid the moderately sized knife across the man's throat. And like that it was over. And like that it began.
His sister had a much more difficult time, as she was much younger and a very sweet girl at heart. But she eventually did it too. Their innate magic presented itself almost instantly, as if the stars were letting them know they accepted their offerings. Graham fell through the floor and landed with a thud in the basement, while the glass of water Jenna had been drinking froze solid in her grip. It was official now, they were witches.
The next thing they did was practice their family's magic. They had been learning stuff like this most of their lives, but now it all seemed different. It would actually do something now. They were to practice by giving their sacrifices what they had wanted. The one Graham had killed wanted the man who had killed his wife and gotten away with it, a corrupt cop, to die. Apparently his hatred was strong enough to make him give up his own life, or maybe he just nothing left to live for. This spell wouldn't work on a witch, as they'd have protections against such a thing in place, but the cop wasn't a witch.
Graham set up his spell with care. He took the same knife he used earlier to kill a snake, first removing the head and then running the blade down the length of the body. He spoke the words and drew the circle on the ground using the snake's blood, and then placed three candles around the circle. Then he took the blade to his hand, slitting his palm open and then holding his clenched fist over the circle, allowing the blood to drip down into it. He chanted and imagined the police officer's face in his mind. The wicks of the candles lit as he finished, signifying it was done.
And just like that he killed two people that night, yet he had never felt more alive.
Pale moonlight blanketed the dark college campus. The air was cold, clear, and quiet. On any other night, the place would be buzzing with life. People walking, cars rolling by, lights on. But this was not just any night, this was the night of the Emergence. Thousands of students stood outside, huddled together for warmth, staring up at the sky. The stars were returning.
It began exactly at the stroke of midnight. In the black canvas of a sky, just to the right of the moon, a bright dot winked into existence. Somehow the silence grew even quieter at that moment, as if every living thing was holding their breath at once. There was a pause between the appearance of the first star and the second, but eventually another spot broke through the darkness. As each new star appeared, the pause between each appearance grew shorter. Soon two would appear at the same time, then three, then four.
They filled the sky, brilliant white sparks, countless in number. For a long time, everyone stayed silent. They took in their new, temporary sky. It was more beautiful than any of those young enough to not have seen them before had imagined and more splendid than any of those old enough to have seen them before had remembered.
Eventually, the silence broke and the parties began. College kids will party for anything, and this wasn't just anything.
Graham, like everyone else, stared up at the sky with the wonder of a child. His eyes were wide as the Emergence put on its show. He was three years old the last time this happened, and he didn't remember it at all. It was nothing like what he had dreamed of, what he had imagined his entire life. It was so much more. The sky was an endless sea of stars, each one seemingly brighter than the last. Graham watched in awe for what felt like hours.
"Get inside. It's time."
The cold voice of his older brother broke the enchantment the stars seemed to place on him. He looked down from the new sky and then turned to his brother. Tyler stood in the doorway of the small apartment Graham had been living in while at school. He wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans, as well as a look of disdain on his face. Graham mirrored that look as he walked up the small steps to the porch. The tension between the two was clear as Graham pushed his way past him into the building.
The feeling of wonder that had filled him a few moments ago was replaced with anger and apprehension. His heart was beating quickly and his stomach was full of butterflies as he walked into the living room. The average sized room was full of people Graham thought he would never see together again. His mother, his younger sister Jenna, his uncle and his grandfather who was the current leader of the Bishop family. Along with his brother and himself, there was no one in the room who wasn't on bad terms with at least one other. His uncle was on bad terms with everyone. But they were all here for two things, Graham and his sister's emergence and the peace conference, so they decided to put their differences aside for just a few days.
Also in the room were two strangers. They sat on the couch, their faces blank and their eyes empty. They would be the sacrifices. They would be Graham and Jenna's offerings to the stars. Both were people who needed something, something only magic could achieve, and they were willing to die for it. Graham doesn't know how his mother had found these people, and he didn't want to know. The less he knew about the one he was about to kill, the better.
The entire process was a lot less ritualistic than he imagined it would be. He simply had the man he was going to kill move onto a plastic tarp, made him kneel, asked if he had any last words, and then slid the moderately sized knife across the man's throat. And like that it was over. And like that it began.
His sister had a much more difficult time, as she was much younger and a very sweet girl at heart. But she eventually did it too. Their innate magic presented itself almost instantly, as if the stars were letting them know they accepted their offerings. Graham fell through the floor and landed with a thud in the basement, while the glass of water Jenna had been drinking froze solid in her grip. It was official now, they were witches.
The next thing they did was practice their family's magic. They had been learning stuff like this most of their lives, but now it all seemed different. It would actually do something now. They were to practice by giving their sacrifices what they had wanted. The one Graham had killed wanted the man who had killed his wife and gotten away with it, a corrupt cop, to die. Apparently his hatred was strong enough to make him give up his own life, or maybe he just nothing left to live for. This spell wouldn't work on a witch, as they'd have protections against such a thing in place, but the cop wasn't a witch.
Graham set up his spell with care. He took the same knife he used earlier to kill a snake, first removing the head and then running the blade down the length of the body. He spoke the words and drew the circle on the ground using the snake's blood, and then placed three candles around the circle. Then he took the blade to his hand, slitting his palm open and then holding his clenched fist over the circle, allowing the blood to drip down into it. He chanted and imagined the police officer's face in his mind. The wicks of the candles lit as he finished, signifying it was done.
And just like that he killed two people that night, yet he had never felt more alive.
It'll be on the second night. On the first night, the stars emerge at midnight. So most characters will have time to kill someone in the time between the Emergence's beginning and the party. Though anyone can choose to not emerge yet, which could be interesting as well.
EDIT: Alright IC is up! First posts can be introductions, what your character did the night of the Emergence, etc. The party will begin next round of posts. If anyone is having trouble with a first post let me know and I'll see if I can help you out!
This should be good :)
EDIT: Alright IC is up! First posts can be introductions, what your character did the night of the Emergence, etc. The party will begin next round of posts. If anyone is having trouble with a first post let me know and I'll see if I can help you out!
This should be good :)
@Doctor: I think a few. The peace conference/ball isn't that big yet. Not all families in the world are a part of it. A couple NPC families can be introduced though.
@defineunique: No, we're all full at the moment.
EDIT: I apologize, but I'm gonna have to postpone one more day. Some things popped up and I am unable to complete the IC post tonight. I hope you all understand.
@defineunique: No, we're all full at the moment.
EDIT: I apologize, but I'm gonna have to postpone one more day. Some things popped up and I am unable to complete the IC post tonight. I hope you all understand.
Yeah, the leaders (and any other members of the family that show up to the peace meetings) are all controlled by their representative player. They will only be necessary for the first few posts, but can continue on if someone wants.
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