The Man Emperor

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Tarak and Trajan

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Tarak starts to give a small smile to Amy once he listens to her small talk about them going to her for mental support when they are racked with trauma. He gives a small smile and wave to her as he says, "I'll remember that. Thanks". As he starts to leave and try to find a room for himself. Knowing full well that when him and their drunk crewmember locked eyes, it was like they both remembered something.

Tarak entered a vacant room and started doffing his power armor, waiting to see if the man would enter to talk to him.

Surely enough, there was a pair of uneasy footsteps as Trajan entered the place, looking at Tarak with eyes that spoke of an eerie familiarity. It was like he knew the guy, but just couldn't place who it was, or when they met, if ever. "So, um, hi.", he began, leaning at the door post, scratching his head. "We've never been formally introduced and I think we have met before... the name's Trajan. Trajan Salazar."

For some reason, he didn't mention that Pyke was his first surname. At least, not yet.

Tarak looked on as he was right on the money with the man entering. Right on cue really as Tarak looked on to find the man standing at his door. As the man slumped Tarak listened to him introduce himself as Trajan. Not a name Tarak has heard in a while, yet a name he has heard a few times, just one particular time comes to mind, when he was at the orphanage he grew up in there was a boy named Trajan who looked similar to this man. It probably is the hair, they both have such vibrant hair it is very easy to see.

Tarak looked on as he started taking off more of his armor, as the back of the suit opens up and allows him to start stepping out, Tarak introduces himself, "Hey Trajan, my name is Tarak Hunter." Tarak normally uses the name of his title as his surname, Monarch always said it would be smart to have a surname when attending important meeting for Clients, so he made one up for those occasions.

Trajan shakes Tarak's hand, and another wave of familiarity washed over. "Tarak... that rings a bell. The only Tarak I knew before this was the one that was in the orphanage I spent a year in before being adopted. He was... a good boy. The best one, actually. Always looking out for the ones younger than himself... heh. Shame that the place burned down before I could persuade my fosters to take him too..."

Tarak has fully came out of his suit as he now stands at his normal height, still taller than most men yet more reasonable, as it shows he had been wearing a full black padded suit underneath. He steps forward as he takes Trajan's hand and shakes it. Yet once their hands leave each other, Trajan seems to remember something, a boy from an orphanage that burnt down. Tarak looked on for a moment, processing what Trajan just said.

Tarak said as he looked at him, "Trajan...Pyke? Born on Galirus?" He watched Trajan's face, Tarak knew he looked very different from then, just like Trajan would. It has been over a decade, and a war just passed. But Tarak was interested, is this Trajan?

Trajan's eyes went into a flurry of surprise, as he did not expect what came next. "How did you...? You're not telepathic, are you?"

Tarak looked on as he got a good enough response to continue with this conversation. Giving a small chuckle Tarak says, "Naw, I don't deal with that magic. I was Born on Galirus". As Tarak gives Trajan a small smile, "I'm Tarak".

Trajan freezed, as this was quite a bit to take in. "Oh... my God... So the kid that used to sleep on my lap and steal candy for the others did not die in the fire, but is standing before me, is a big man, and leads a band of magicians..." A tear fell off his right eye before he hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve. Trajan held out his arms, an invitation for a hug. "Come here, you. It's been too long..."

Tarak just scoffs with a chuckle as he sees Trajan remembers him very well. He chuckles even more as he sees Trajan opens up his arms for a hug. Tarak obliges as he takes a few steps forward and hugs the man as he says, "Yeah it's been a bit". He chuckles as he continues, "It's been a decade and you look like hammered shit".

"The horrors of war have eroded my good looks, I see." Trajan snickered as he held Tarak tight. "I missed you so much... I think I'm going to cry. Damn it..."

Tarak laughs a little as he says, "Eh seemed to have aged me like fine wine". Tarak felt as Trajan held onto him tighter as he hears the man's proclamation of crying. Tarak didn't feel the same, he's never cried, he never knew why, yet right now he didn't feel like he was going to cry or even shed a tear but he was happy Trajan was okay, "Hey, I'm happy to see you did good for yourself. Just found yourself in the bad end of a bloody war. It's still good to see you"

Trajan sniffed his sleeves, and then winked. "Well yeah, I became a sniper for the army, but I quit when I saw that the Ascendancy was using kids. Didn't think that those same kids will be my colleagues in the resistance."

"Yeah, things change when your government uses children in a war" Tarak said with a light chuckle. "Good to see you here, and good to see you still have that heart of yours. Knew many people who lost theirs when seeing stuff like that"

"To be fair, I was afraid I would lose it after shooting so many down.", Trajan confided. "Well, it's really good to see you again... we should drink to tha-... actually, no, I've had too much lately..."

Tarak laughs as he says with a pat on his back, "Yeah man you should sleep that off. Don't want the others having a hernia because you are drinking more". Tarak laughs as he throws his arm under the other mans arm and onto his back as he straightens him up slightly while he says, "Here, lets get you to your bed"

"Yeeeah... I should go sleep... now..." With Tarak's help, Trajan went off towards his own room, which was kind of a mess. As soon as he got there, he fell into his bed, and... well... there was snoring.

Tarak helped Trajan to his room, and once he plopped down, Trajan was out like a lightbulb. Tarak chuckled as he threw his blanket over him as he said, "Night".

As Tarak made his way to the cargo area, he needed to start getting his stuff into his room. He has plenty to still do before it is time to sleep.

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"Ugh." Alexander recoiled at the disgusting remarks that their captive threw at him, who seemed to be view being entangled in chains to be an erogenous affair. However, that did not change the fact that Alex really, really, really hated this kid, and tightened the chains in response to the madman's vomit inducing statements. "Don't think I won't punch that smug little face of yours, or bash your head in.", he growled at Daniel, phasing through him just to get behind the wiccan. "It would be my pleasure to do so." With that, he tightened the chains even more. He had just a bad mood today and all of this was making it worse.

Surely enough, though, a massive beast crashed through the wall, creating a plume of smoke. He heard his name being called, but knowing that he barely knew his half siblings, he ignored it, instead focusing his attention on Daniel, who was still in shackles.

"You're not going anywhere.", Alexander grumbled to the young wiccan as he began to forcibly drag him towards the front door. What happened next was completely unexpected, as his chains began to heat up in an instant. It quickly became too hot to bear, and Alexander dematerialized his chains, looking up at the Spectre, who was still floating around him like some guardian angel. The entity shrugged as it pointed towards Daniel, whose arm was glowing orange. Of course he was.

Alexander groaned in the pain of the heat, looking at Daniel with total annoyance. "One of these days, I'm going to attach a scythe on these chains." He would then momentarily turn to a ghost before reappearing with a brand new pair of chains, intending to wrap them anywhere on Daniel's body. If that failed, then Alexander will use his unarmed combat training to punch and kick Daniel to oblivion. There will be no escape!

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Raymond Salazar Vanburen

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This was the worst day ever.

One thing happened after another. Everyone in the family is turning to statues, they hired some experts, there were imposters, there was a tidal wave, and... there was a weird ass cult prowling inside the mansion of their late father. And they had dogs. Very big dogs. From hell. Oh right. Hellhounds. Screw those things.

"This is the weirdest family reunion I have ever seen.", Ray sighed as he looked on at the Hellhound with a seemingly unfazed expression. He was not one to be given over to rage, or to despair, at least for most of the time. It would even seem for a moment that he was trying to stare down the creature to submission, as he did not move an inch. Even when his clothes were dripping wet from the tidal wave from earlier, he was stalwart and true, immovable as the earth itself.

Earth...

As soon as Tuyen's Shadow had grown to match the Hellhound, Ray sprung into action. He had noticed that Alexander had been unsuccessful in trying to keep the wiccan boy in their custody, and he in response stomped his right foot on the ground, at which a crawling wave of stone began to creep towards Daniel's feet, intending to strike him with a pillar of rock that would emerge from the earthen floor, or at the very least throw him off balance. He then looked towards the Hellhound, and the Shadow that was matching it size for size. Concentrating, Ray would cause several rocks to be bored out of the floor, which he then sent flying towards the Hellhound at a high speed. These were no ordinary rocks either; they were rather sharp.

And then... he winced. This power hurts to use...

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

@The Man Emperor Hmmmm, he seems okay but I have a problem or two. Mostly with the part about him being trained by an Adept, I feel as if that part is tacked on so he can have some supernatural knowledge. Maaaaybe it would be better if he just read James library? idk not a whole lot of players are utilizing that so it could be a change of pace.

Also could you lower how much he can lift? I'm tryna go for useful but not spectacularly strong abilities.

@The Ghost Note

Alrightey done

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

Fixed it lel @The Ghost Note

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

Raymond Salazar Vanburen

Raymond Salazar Vanburen

"Be quiet, colonizer."

_______________________________________________ Raymond Salazar Vanburen He/Him | 33 | Hispanic American | 5’10” | 170 lbs _______________________________________________ Enduring _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Smile for the camera!" ___________________________________ [+] Expert Filmmaker/Journalist/Photographer ⫻ Having been good at films and investigation alike since his high school days, Ray has been a documentary film maker for the last ten years. It's how he makes money, though now that he is stuck in Araminta… well. Magic Knowledge /// Having read through James' library quite a bit, Ray is knowledgeable about the world of magic, though he is not a true expert. Comforter ⫻ Are you sad? Give this guy a ring. He'll listen to your rants for the next four hours and not complain about it.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm Chili." Raymond is known as a thrifty man, wearing the same outfit almost everyday. He often complains that excessively bright colors make someone look like a clown, and to this end, prefers wearing a knee length trench coat, with a black or grey shirt inside, a complimentary checkered blue scarf, and leather gloves. On his hands is a cane, which he would sometimes tip with sharp rocks if threatened. His hair is a light brown, accented by a forming beard that he often forgets to shave. Tattoos and piercings are simply not his thing, preferring his skin to be unadulterated by artificial additions. At times, he would wear glasses, though he usually goes around with shades.

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"Don't mind me. I'm watching."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Ray seeks to fix the turning-to-stone problem, so that he could go back to his life of vlogging and travel. After that… well, guess he wants to keep it that way.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Ray is something of an enigma, as he keeps up a nice exterior with that bright smile and optimistic attitude. However, beneath that wry smirk is a mind that is actively seeking the best ways to neutralize a foe, whether it is through using geokinesis to stop them from using magic, or making them keep shut with blackmail. He may appear as an eccentric man with a love for tea and a friendly face, but make no mistake; threatening him, or those around him will make him go all out.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual. What's with wanting to exchange fluids anyway?!

FEARS ⫻ Ray has an irrational fear of little holes. Ironically enough, he is also heavily claustrophobic. Plus, he fears that the curse of the stone will never leave the Vanburens, which means… he can't travel.

REPUTATION ⫻ Ray is generally well liked amongst the Vanburens, as he is faithful in being a regular in family reunions. While he isn't usually much of a talker, when he does speak, it would be obvious that Ray cares for everyone. Yes. Even Junior.

THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ He had a more or less stable relationship with James, though Ray does not think of him as the perfect overlord like many people do; he sees James as irrevocably flawed, and someone that did so many mistakes that there was no point in trying to right them all.

FLAWS ⫻ Ray often forgets about himself in his quest to make others feel better. It is like he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and won't let anyone help him with it.

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"Same old story. Unfaithful dad. I studied hard. I have magic. Boom."

Raymond was born in Araminta, the only child of James Vanburen and Felicita Salazar, an expatriate from Cuba. James and Felicita didn’t seem to last long after that (oh wow, who would have guessed?!), and the two broke their relationship rather amicably. Ray would see his father on weekends, coming along with his mother to the Vanburen estate just to see how many other children that the haremizer had progenitated over the decades. He was just a young child back then, though, and did not understand the circumstances they were all in. He thought of them as friends and playmates at the time, and of course, they were. What he did not learn at the time, however, was that they were all half siblings of his; the products of dozens of failed marriages and affairs.

As he grew up, he would see that his father was an incredibly flawed man, and though he carried the Vanburen name, Ray didn’t tell anyone about it unless they asked, as he thought that it was extremely unfortunate to be someone from such a messed up family. Either way, he then took on journalism in college. In the end, he finished with decent marks; though Ray did not have flying honors, he was still quite good at both. He went around the world, filming documentaries and expanding his rock collection.

He would awaken his abstraction during that fateful day, when an explosion of unknown origin occurred in the place where he was staying in. Ray had been filming there with a team when the quake struck, destroying the building they were in and burying him and some others under debris.

There he was, trapped under rocks and metal, dealing with a diminishing air supply. He prayed and cried, as if there was one feeling that all humans shared, it was the fear of death before achieving something great. Hours passed, and he felt his air tightening as the oxygen in the little enclosed space he was in was running out.

And then it happened. A tattoo of golden light appeared on his wrist, and the power of instinct awoke within him. With a simple gesture, Ray threw off all the debris that was keeping him and his friends trapped. They had passed out, but he had not. This was not a coincidence.

Ray would keep his abilities a secret as he went back to Araminta, keeping a more or less regular job for his education. At least, until his siblings went back to the city, saying that they're turning to stone...

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"This rocks..."

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Terrakinesis; an ability that he gained after getting trapped under debris after an explosion. The Awakened tattoo appears as a globe on his wrist.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Ray has the ability to control and shape any earth derived materials around himself. Thus, metal, stone, earth, and mud are fair game. He is able to control them as long as he could see it, and could wield up to 500 kilograms of materiel at a single given time. Wielding his powers also requires hand gestures and lower body movements. In combat, he will always have shoes and gloves made from earthen materials, which allow him to rapidly slide on the ground, crawl on inert surfaces like a lizard, and make improvised cuffs with his gloves. (In other words, basically an Earthbender)

AURA SENSING ⫻ Ray is capable of seeing the auras of people that are currently stepping on earth based materials within ten meters.

LIMITS ⫻ Emotional-Fields interfere with the ability to a degree, and he has a hard time using his ability on the Extra-Normal. He can hit them with a rock just fine, but can't seem to bind them in stone regardless of how hard he tries. The ability has a range of around ten meters, and he has a weight limit of around 500kg. The act of lifting up stone and moving it is incredibly taxing, so he finds it draining when he uses his ability.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ When Ray uses his abstraction, he finds himself weighed down and this really hurts him in confrontations against faster foes. The act of bending earth also causes nasty cracks to form on his skin, and they could get easily infected if they aren't treated.

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"I am watching you."

Anyyyything else?

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher

Finbarr yelped a little bit as Samuel had pointed out that he still had a remnant of the furball stuck in his mouth, looking away from watchful eyes as he pulled out the last pieces of cat with his gloved hand. Wincing at his feline form's antics, Finbarr sighed as he discreetly shoved the bundle of fur into his pockets before looking back at the meeting at hand. If anything, the group had begun to swing towards choosing the short route, as the reasons for such seemed to be quite compelling; not only did they need to get to the planet as soon as possible, but also, it was quite possible that the rebels on Plenty would be unable to secure the Realist for long before the Ascendancy began to smash resistance on that world. The longer it took for the Xing… Xiang… whatever it is called to get to the place, the more negative repercussions that the planet's population could endure at the hands of their detestable enemy.

Finbarr shuddered at the mention of Admiral Laguna, as he had also served under her, though given that everyone in here was more or less in the same unit, they would have known that Admiral more or less. She was cruel and capricious; and as Ashton said, being captured by that bloody lady was a fate worse than death. A bullet to the head is a very preferable alternative to being tortured to the edge of death by that Admiral.

Either way, they were going to their respective quarters now. It seemed that they all had personal rooms, except for Ashton and Flame, who had opted to go into one room together. Of course they did.

Finn, who was at a sleepy mood right now, shapeshifted into a cat and then curled up, napping on the bed. His armor had been set on the wall, while the two hilts that projected his plasma swords were both lying prone on the table. If one did not know that he was a shapeshifter, it would be assumed that only a pet was home…

Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye

Trajan spared Narvia a smile as, even in his drunken state, he was still good to children… Or pre-adolescents/adolescents, by the looks of it. He covered his mouth, as he slowly realized that his breath was probably reeking of alcohol, and speaking from experience, that was not a particularly nice smell. "Sorry about… that.", Trajan said to Narvia as he stood up and nearly toppled over anyway. "Life has been sad."
He went back towards his quarters, watching as the magical teenagers went to their chosen quarters. He was both glad and sorrowful at their arrival; glad that the resistance was going to get help from some of the most powerful individuals in all of human space, and distressed that people this young had been forced to fight in a terrible war, and had chosen to relive it, for the sake of revenge. He remembered his adoptive siblings, what it would have been like if they were sent to war after being injected with Kaisoken magic. It would be the worst thing ever.

Either way, now that he thinks about it, seeing that tall one felt… weird. It was if he had seen him before. Maybe they already met. "I should ask that giant's name…"

With that, he set off, looking for that tall kid from earlier. They looked at each other weirdly earlier… Maybe...

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Astrad Lungren

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Location: Asgard

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Astrad raised both eyebrows at Amelia, as she seemed to think that he was... uh... something. That's not what I meant.", he said to her, rolling his eyes at Amelia, as he too was not too interested on romance; at least, not yet. Astrad was the workaholic type, rarely taking a rest due to being utterly devoted to the cause of their organization. "I literally just asking you if you liked chocolates... you know what, never mind, I'm keeping all of these stuff for myself." He did not like it when people misconstrued his words, especially when said words seemed to have a very obvious meaning, at least for him.

The goddess, or, as it would seem, the alien with magic, led them to a river. The water was crystal pure, so much unlike many rivers on Earth that had been sullied by pollution and turned to glorified sludge pools. It would seem that Nanna had always been prepared for this kind of occasion, as towels were already set in place, probably for any weary travelers that would come across Asgard.

"I'm not that young...", Astrad stammered at the goddess. "Nor too old... whatever..."

The Swede set himself down on the river just like Amelia had done, though was pretty embarrassed. Flustered, he tried to erect a wall of ice to keep prying eyes away, but the wall melted as soon as he had put it up, making him feel even worse. Frustrated at whatever caused his cryogenic powers to fail, he just sank back into the waters of the river, just enough so that only his head remained visible.

Nathaniel De Costa

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Location: Ellis Island, New York City

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Having been blanked out for a few moments by Angstrom's attack, Nathaniel looked at his hands, checking if they were alright. It would seem so, though his eye did hurt quite a bit' probably because the other billionaire playboy had punched him in the face with an armored suit that turns small and big. Scoffing at the man's remark, Nathaniel stood up, albeit with a bit of difficulty, and a pinch annoyance from seeing him zip around like a little insect. "I was only getting started, Angstrom.", he stated as energy once again spiraled out of his hand, forming into a blue breach portal.

Not all was well though, as Angstrom managed to land another hit, as small as he was, shooting Breacher with something between the eyes. For a moment, his head swam with intense pain before losing consciousness altogether, tumbling backwards through the portal to fall on the field below them. It could have been way worse, as he was merely incapacitated for the time being...

WORM: Parahumans Manchvegas [CANCELLED]

Ray Clayton - Madjick / Kotov Yurievich - Blitzkrieg

Madjick almost immediately scoffed Myrtle Gardner Wallflower expressed her concern about his wellbeing, as he was obviously in pain, what with the blood trickling down the side of his head and the fact that he was being carried by someone who was no less than four inches shorter than his good self. "I'm going to be fiiiiiiine.", he said, looking at Kotov, who was rolling his eyes at the sorcerous cape's antics. "It takes much more than that to take me down. Or to keep me down. I'm not sure what it should be..."

"You always get me so worried when you stay out too long, friend.", Kotov said with an air of concern in his voice. "Aaaaand, yeah, I sound like your mom..."

Ray snickered. "That's soooo sweet." After a second of silence, the man looked at Myrtle, and then stuck his tongue out in a joking manner. "Oh my, Kotie. You didn't tell me that you had a girl..."

"Dude, we just met a few hours ago..."

"WELL!", Madjick said with more enthusiasm than one would think to come from someone who got bashed on the head with a stone covered sword. "That's how it usually starts! Maybe I should join the PRT after all..."

Kotov sighed in apparent disappointment on his friend. Ray was always a teaser, and... well, that was how showed affection. "Well, the streets are not safe to be alone in this late. Someone got eaten last night, and... my mom makes the best jasmine tea in the entire city."

In other words... "wanna come"?

WORM: Parahumans Manchvegas [CANCELLED]

Ray Clayton - Madjick

Just as it had seemed that Wallflower was going to leave the alleyway without being seen by anyone; the nearby power line crackled to life. An azure streak, one that had been very familiar to the people of Manchester ever since the day that Shockwire had announced himself as a hero within the Protectorate, writhed through the wiring like a snake of lightning, travelling in such a blinding speed that it was almost as if it was a shooting star. Madjick stood up and leaned on the wall of the building on the left side of the alley, as the lightpost's shining glare began to intensify from the streak's passing.

For a moment, there was a humanoid shape emerging out of the light post, a lightning elemental that quickly assumed flesh as it was no other than Kotov, the man that Wallflower had met literally this night, and by the looks of it, the good friend of Madjick, or, Ray Clayton.

Madjick coughed as Kotov knelt over him, checking him for injuries and what not. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get here..."

"What did I tell you about preserving stamina, Ray?", Kotov said to him as he put his hands and arms under Madjick's body, before hoisting him up to carry him in a manner that could be likened to... hmmm... a bridal carry. "It's already past midnight, and you know that is when the Void Dragon prowls the alleyways. That thing already has eaten three people in the last two months..."

"My head still hurts. That blood covered knight with the flaming sword was one crazy lad."

"Yeah, yeah- hey. You."

Kotov frowned at the figure that was walking away, trying to remember if it was familiar person. It didn't take him long to recognize her, though, as the green cape was something that he had just seen not so long ago. "Myrtle Gardner, what a pleasant surprise..." It would be a rather awkward sight, though, seeing as he was carrying his friend...

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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Alexander looked down at the man that he had captured through his chains, scoffing as Justin bashed his face with a broken table leg. That was probably expensive wood, and it was a shame that the altercation that these imposters have caused in this house has cost them what was probably an antique chair and table. Either way, Alex had come all the way here, seeking to avoid being turned to stone, just for this kind of idiotic mess to happen. Coughing, he forcibly took the imposter's hands and bound them with his eldritch chains, as they needed to extort information out of this bad boy, and they could ill afford to take away their chance of knowing what, or who, is behind an apparent conspiracy.

"I could phase through you and let these chains be inside your internal organs...", Alexander whispered to the imposter, eyes burning with a metaphorical fire as he hated that his clothes got wet, and that there could very well be a plot to kill everyone inside this house, with the two shapeshifters being the distraction, perhaps. "Start talking."

Unfortunately, there was a scream. A blood curdling, daemonic scream that shuddered its way through the entire mansion, and perhaps, beyond. Alexander was almost unnerved, but if the Spectre was right, everyone in here has their own magical abilities. Surely they can defend themselves from a bunch of magic thugs?