RPG
Introduction
Magic is something everybody dreams of but nobody seems to possess. The power to conjure something from nothing, to change a man into a toad, to curse one’s enemies and their progeny, to call down lightning from the sky and lay waste to a city — all powers claimed by wizards in myth, legend and epic fantasy tales. We are drawn to these tales, however, not just because of the power displayed in them. Wizards present a different kind of allure: the desire for power tempered with wisdom. Demons and monsters have powers, but great limitations and curses, too. Mages have the power of knowing when and how to use power. While this can be a limitation, it is a self-imposed one, betokening a discipline rare in this world.
This is a game about these kinds of mages, and the trials and temptations they face on the path of discipline and enlightenment. The allure of power constantly threatens to draw them from the path, away from wisdom. A mage is someone who has Awakened, whose soul has been freed of an ancient curse afflicting mortals. Most people’s souls are asleep, unaware of the raw power they can tap to remake their world. The truth has been hidden from them many lifetimes ago; all they know is a lie. Mages can see through the lie and enact humanity’s birthright: Magic.
We like to believe that we are thinking, rational beings, aware of the world around us to a greater degree than is possible for any animal. We fool ourselves. As mystics from cultures the world over have said from time immemorial, we are only sleeping, dreaming that we are awake. If this is true, then reality is not what we think it is. We see only that part of life that filters through to our dream. There is a greater world out there, full of things unseen and literally undreamt. To know it, we have but to Awaken. That is what a mage does — he Awakens and begins to consciously dream new things into existence.
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Mages live in the here and now, in this world, just down the street. Although their society resembles more the feudal states of the past, broken into balkanized regions that remain largely incommunicado with one another, they still travel and use cell phones and the Internet like most modern people. But they live in a world of secrets, where the hoarding of secrets is a form of currency. Disagreements between mentor and student, master and adept, turn into rifts as apprentices accuse masters of withholding necessary knowledge, and masters declare most apprentices unworthy of it. When a mage can no longer work with his mentor, he leaves and seeks his own sanctum and cabal, a group of mages to whom he can trust his own secrets — or so the theory goes. In practice, cabals can be contentious, backbiting groups fighting over the same old theme: the ownership of secrets.
Mages travel from their sanctums only when necessary, to seek magical power or new mysteries, or to forge the occasional (often temporary) alliance with another mage who has something they need. The entirety of the spiritual realm may be open for their exploration, but mages usually see little of our world beyond their own chosen ground.
Humanity at large is ignorant of this occult underground. Sorcerers and witches live down the street and sometimes shop at the same stores, but the public is ignorant of this amazing truth. Even were the existence of mages to become known, most people wouldn’t believe it, and those who did would see it as cause for alarm and fear rather than wonder and awe. Magic is afoot in the world, but most people resist it.
The sea of time grows murky as one approaches the distant past. Ruins, artifacts, cave paintings — all this evidence of history tells an incomplete tale. Even master mages cannot part the curtains of time so far back to see what truly occurred. The magical orders have a mythology about their beginnings, the legend of a fallen civilization and a war for the throne of reality. The names for that civilization are many, most of them lost over the years, but even the Sleeping know one of them and seek evidence of its truth: Atlantis.
Not alot is known beyond the stories and mysteries known to man, for all of the Arch magi have transcended to another realm, The Horizon, and few know other than them how to get there, for the tapestry has been so disorientated in the workings of the past that only those who are powerful enough to enter the void and deal with the gauntlet, can find themselves among those of legends.
For this story, it takes place in New York City, vast and nearly endless. Its your playground.
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Mages get 1 type to excel in, they can perform the others, but not to the extent of their main type. Unless they get extensive training on the others.
If you want to take more than 1 PM me with a role-play Sample and ill decide weather or not I will allow it.
Magic Types:
Death deals with Darkness, Decay, Ectoplasm, Enervation, Ghosts, and Soul Stealing.
Death is a gruesome and terrible Arcanum. With it, a mage can exert control over that most primal and frightening of mysteries. Ghosts and dead fall under the purview of this Arcanum, as does the health of the soul.
Fate deals with Blessings, Curses, Destiny, Fortune, Oaths, and Probability.
Understanding the Arcanum of Fate grants its practitioner the ability to manipulate the threads of Destiny, Creating good or ill Fortune, binding Oaths, Blessings and Curses.
Forces deal with Electricity, Gravity, Kinetic Energy, Light, Physics, Radiation, Sound, Weather.
This is the Arcanum associated with light, heat, energy and the animation of the universe, the patterns of power that make the worlds to move in their orbits, stars to burn, and the cohesion that binds the cosmos together. It is a primal, powerful Arcanum, well suited to those with assertive overlooks on the world and who are confident of their own preeminent place within it.
Life deals with Disease, Evolution, Healing, Metamorphosis, and Vigor.
Life is the Arcanum of vital animation, that elusive spark that separates biological matter from base materials. It encompasses everything from viruses amd bacteria to the most complex plants and animals. With the power on Life, a mage can cause or cure sickness, mend grievous injuries, and even create life forms from nothing.
Matter deals with Alchemy, Elemental Air, Elemental Earth, Elemental Water, Shaping, and Transmutation.
Matter is an Arcanum concerned with Lifeless material, the building blocks of the world.
Mind deals with Communications, Hallucinations, Mental Projection, Mind Control, and Telepathy.
This is the Arcanum used to connect with the Universal Consciousness shared by all beings possessed of thought; humans, animals, spirits and anything capable of of in any way distinguishing itself and its environment.
Prime deals with Hallows, Illusions, Magical Imbuement, Mana, Resonance, and Tass.
Prime is the light that burns without heat, the energy that defies description. It is the power that courses through all things in material existance and which serves as the skeleton on which all will-workers hang their magic.
Space deals with Conjuration, Scrying, Sympathy, Teleportation, and Wards.
Space is the art of connection, of the ties between things, the illusion of distance and the means by which one traverses all of reality with a single step.
Spirit deals with Exorcism, the Shadow Realm, Soul Retrieval, Spirits, and The Gauntlet
By setting out on the path of the Spirit Arcanum, a mage seeks to become an intermediary between Realms.
Time deals with Divination, Prophecy, and Temporal Acceleration / Deceleration.
Time is probably the most complex of the Gross Arcana, since it describes a phenomenon as yet incompletely understood by modern man. With it, a mage can redefine the way in which every other Arcanum interacts with the linear progression of events, and with great mastery can unravel the mysteries of choosing the manner in which things move in that flow.
Mind yourself that these are guidelines on what the types of magic can do, what you actually use it for is completely up to what you can imagine, though it does have to be within the lines of what each type can do.
Adopting a Shadow Name: Mages rarely use their given name among other will-workers. It presents a means of magical sympathy to enemies(its harder to work magic at a range against mages whose names you don't know), and a means for them to track down family or bank records. IF identity theft is a potential problem for most sleepers, its a dire problem for mages. For these reasons, sorcerers adopt a "shadow name", a moniker or call name by which others address them and which they use in their magical work.
Rules
Send me a PM of a role play post, before you post in OOC, it will help me clarify if its what I'm looking for or not, I will reply with an answer, and please stick to the rules posted below. yes even in the PM.
Rules, yeah the boring stuff
1. I will have no form of god-modding, this includes but is not limited to
a. Auto-hitting and forcing damage
b. Meta-gaming
c. Ignoring damage
2. Literacy please
3. No one liner posts... At least 500 words, more is acceptable to.
4. Swearing is fine, keep it tasteful though.
5. Romance is fine, anything to explicit take it to the Pm's.
6. I am your GM, I'm fair, any issues bring em to me.
7. Post at least in minimum once every 2 days. If you are going to be gone, let me know. If you are going to drop, tell me.
8. I have the full intention of this being a long term role-play, so when you get bored with things, do something to make it not so boring, but remember there are consequences for breaching certain rules, in game, that is if you break em.
10. I want you to have fun.
11. Post a character in OOC First, then once approved fill out a character sheet under the character tab, once i approve that you are welcome to do something in the IC, after my first post.
12. You may have as many characters as you can handle, AFTER I see what kind of RP-er you are.
13. OOC is to stay in the OOC. Don’t interrupt the In Character thread with it.
14. I'd prefer Real photos not anime/drawings, and please no celeb photos, I don't want any well known famous people used for your characters looks. Thanks.
Character Sheets; For OOC posting.
First Name: Your characters first name.
Last Name: Your characters last name.
Shadow name: A nickname in a since that you tell other mages instead of your real name.
Age: How old is your character?
Gender: >.> Well than this should be easy!..Right?
Weaponry: Feel free to be creative! However do try not to go to far over board.
Magic: What type of magic to you excel at?
Appearance: A description and image of your character. A pic also if you can manage it!
Personality: How does your character act within society?
Back story: What has happened to your character in the past? Here you can describe more about your characters reactions and feelings, plus an awesome story. Whatever you want.
Extra: Anything else we need to know.
I am also looking for those who are willing to play as normal humans, and if you want to be awoken into the mystic life, well you can figure it out.
Rules, yeah the boring stuff
1. I will have no form of god-modding, this includes but is not limited to
a. Auto-hitting and forcing damage
b. Meta-gaming
c. Ignoring damage
2. Literacy please
3. No one liner posts... At least 500 words, more is acceptable to.
4. Swearing is fine, keep it tasteful though.
5. Romance is fine, anything to explicit take it to the Pm's.
6. I am your GM, I'm fair, any issues bring em to me.
7. Post at least in minimum once every 2 days. If you are going to be gone, let me know. If you are going to drop, tell me.
8. I have the full intention of this being a long term role-play, so when you get bored with things, do something to make it not so boring, but remember there are consequences for breaching certain rules, in game, that is if you break em.
10. I want you to have fun.
11. Post a character in OOC First, then once approved fill out a character sheet under the character tab, once i approve that you are welcome to do something in the IC, after my first post.
12. You may have as many characters as you can handle, AFTER I see what kind of RP-er you are.
13. OOC is to stay in the OOC. Don’t interrupt the In Character thread with it.
14. I'd prefer Real photos not anime/drawings, and please no celeb photos, I don't want any well known famous people used for your characters looks. Thanks.
Character Sheets; For OOC posting.
First Name: Your characters first name.
Last Name: Your characters last name.
Shadow name: A nickname in a since that you tell other mages instead of your real name.
Age: How old is your character?
Gender: >.> Well than this should be easy!..Right?
Weaponry: Feel free to be creative! However do try not to go to far over board.
Magic: What type of magic to you excel at?
Appearance: A description and image of your character. A pic also if you can manage it!
Personality: How does your character act within society?
Back story: What has happened to your character in the past? Here you can describe more about your characters reactions and feelings, plus an awesome story. Whatever you want.
Extra: Anything else we need to know.
I am also looking for those who are willing to play as normal humans, and if you want to be awoken into the mystic life, well you can figure it out.
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OOC Notes
He offered you to sit, Scarlet, Giotto chuckled to himself, tucked warmly in her coat. His big, amber eyes were bright, sunlight from the front the window reflecting in his pools of color. He kept his gaze on the boy, as if studying his every move, even his thoughts. Oh, and he was reading his thoughts, he couldn’t help himself. After only a few seconds of reading him, his suspensions were confirmed. That there was, another mage. A fairly powerful one, to top. By the way, his shadow name is Exile, and I just ordered me a cup of cream, he added happily, relishing in his magic and cleverness, or should he say spy work? Huh?! Scarlet thought in a surprised manner, trying to keep her cool, but her eyes slightly narrowed. Was he a mage as well? Giotto made it quiet clear he had a... shadow name... It gave her a pit in her stomach. She had never met someone else like her, a for a moment it scared her because Gio told her stories about the ones out there that were bad.
Just sit, play it cool dear. Mind block, remember. Don’t let him read you. Giotto finally said, as cool as a cat could be.
Scarlet squeezed him a bit, as if saying ‘you suck’. Her mind went into defense mode, while her smile danced across her cheeks, looking at him in a friendly manner. She sat down in the chair across from this stranger, Exile was it? And wondered each second what she was doing now. She didn’t usually talk to random guys off the street, or accept offers to eat with them. And possibly another mage, if Gio was correct about his readings? That only made her more shy. After all, she thought of her self somewhat socially awkward, seeing as how her only best friend was a cat. Yet he was being nice, yes. Just focus on that. Eat, and give him a chance to speak. She would listen.
“My name is Scarlet,” she finally spoke up, situating herself in the chair she was in. She watched as the boy looked at her cat, commenting that he was beautiful. If that wasn’t going to feed Gio’s ego, nothing would. She chuckled, nodding in agreement. “And this here is Giotto, and he is an adorable cat, I love him,” she added, then turned her head now to the waitress that had returned with the guy’s food. And there it was, Giotto’s cream. Silly cat. He purred happily, stretching his paws to the table so that he could reach the bowl of cream that was now in front of him.
“And thanks for that, he loves anything diary related, not sure if that is a good thing or not.” She laughed a little more, though this time it seemed a little forced as if she was trying to not have a moment of awkward silence. His food smelled delicious, the scent making her stomach growl. Mmm. She was in the mood for soup and toast. The same waitress that had waited on the boy came back to the table after a few moments, noticing the addition to the group.
“Can I take your order?” She asked, pen and pad ready to write.
“Vegetable soup and some toast please,” Scarlet asked politely, then watched as she walked back to the grills. Her attention then looked back at the boy, who was actually an ease to her eyes, after constantly seeing ugly homeless men running about. Why was he being so generous? He must have rich parent or something, tipping her a 20 and now offering to buy her meal. Hopefully he didn’t expect anything out of her, because if he did, she would be off in a flash, and she was quick, very quick. But once again, he was being nice, there wasn’t anything to work out. One bad habit of hers was that she got caught up to deep her her thoughts, most of the time psyching herself out.
Giotto retracted from the cup, the fur around his mouth thick with the cream. He licked his lips, then his fur on his chest and legs. So are you going to say you know what he is? Or should I? he thought to her, still able to penetrate her thoughts even with her mind block on, because of their close bond.
Just sit, play it cool dear. Mind block, remember. Don’t let him read you. Giotto finally said, as cool as a cat could be.
Scarlet squeezed him a bit, as if saying ‘you suck’. Her mind went into defense mode, while her smile danced across her cheeks, looking at him in a friendly manner. She sat down in the chair across from this stranger, Exile was it? And wondered each second what she was doing now. She didn’t usually talk to random guys off the street, or accept offers to eat with them. And possibly another mage, if Gio was correct about his readings? That only made her more shy. After all, she thought of her self somewhat socially awkward, seeing as how her only best friend was a cat. Yet he was being nice, yes. Just focus on that. Eat, and give him a chance to speak. She would listen.
“My name is Scarlet,” she finally spoke up, situating herself in the chair she was in. She watched as the boy looked at her cat, commenting that he was beautiful. If that wasn’t going to feed Gio’s ego, nothing would. She chuckled, nodding in agreement. “And this here is Giotto, and he is an adorable cat, I love him,” she added, then turned her head now to the waitress that had returned with the guy’s food. And there it was, Giotto’s cream. Silly cat. He purred happily, stretching his paws to the table so that he could reach the bowl of cream that was now in front of him.
“And thanks for that, he loves anything diary related, not sure if that is a good thing or not.” She laughed a little more, though this time it seemed a little forced as if she was trying to not have a moment of awkward silence. His food smelled delicious, the scent making her stomach growl. Mmm. She was in the mood for soup and toast. The same waitress that had waited on the boy came back to the table after a few moments, noticing the addition to the group.
“Can I take your order?” She asked, pen and pad ready to write.
“Vegetable soup and some toast please,” Scarlet asked politely, then watched as she walked back to the grills. Her attention then looked back at the boy, who was actually an ease to her eyes, after constantly seeing ugly homeless men running about. Why was he being so generous? He must have rich parent or something, tipping her a 20 and now offering to buy her meal. Hopefully he didn’t expect anything out of her, because if he did, she would be off in a flash, and she was quick, very quick. But once again, he was being nice, there wasn’t anything to work out. One bad habit of hers was that she got caught up to deep her her thoughts, most of the time psyching herself out.
Giotto retracted from the cup, the fur around his mouth thick with the cream. He licked his lips, then his fur on his chest and legs. So are you going to say you know what he is? Or should I? he thought to her, still able to penetrate her thoughts even with her mind block on, because of their close bond.
OOC Notes
My name is Scarlet. It ran through his mind, almost echoing over and over, he didn't show it, but her voice gave it away. That was only a partial lie, though it did hold some truth to it, maybe a nickname. That seemed very possible with the hair and all, still even though she was lying she was also not doing it at the same time. How strange that would be to try and decipher. He took the left side of his sandwich and nibbled at it slightly, watching the girl, the waitress had come back and wanted to know what the girl had wanted. Vegetable soup and toast? It brought a smile to his face, such a strange want, I guess rain did bring the want of something warm and easier to eat, but his ideas didn't push in the same direction as Scarlet's.
He watched the cat also, still wondering where the thought of cream had come from, he hadn't really thought that she would follow him, yet he still ordered cream, even though he took his coffee black. It puzzled him, but then again he had premonitions in the past, he thought of doing something even if he hadn't needed to and it did pay off in the end. Was this like one of those moments. He had lost himself in thought and realized that he had been staring, he snapped back to reality and took a sip of his coffee.
"Scarlet, is it?" He smiled taking his eyes off of her a moment to look about the room, there wasn't any no smoking signs, so maybe this was one of those few places that it was still ok to smoke in, he retch for his pack, sifting through until he had found his pack, pulling it out and setting it on the table. Pilfering one for himself and eyeballing the pack and looking to Scarlet. He didn't have to say anything, she could figure it out that if she wanted one she was welcome to them. He took in a rather decent inhale as he looked about the room once more, seeing another person already smoking in the distance, good he wasn't the only one left. "I am Exile." He said it in a rather hush, hush voice. "Its a nickname that I picked up years ago that stuck, and yet here I am still using it many years later." He didn't need the explanation, but he felt he owed it to her, a nick name for a nick name. He looked her in the eyes, he realized that she had thought he wanted something, not through magic, just intuition, she was thinking that he was doing this for something, but he wasn't. His face stiffened a little and his eyes, glassed over just a moment, before they returned to normal. Time was 1:27 p.m. The technocratic bastards would be out and about the city soon, no problem though. If he stayed in one place less chance for them to find him, if he moved about, well he'd just have to stay high or low.
He was staring again while thinking. "Sorry. I get lost in thought every 5 or so minutes." He made himself look a little embarrassed, looking over to the cat, who seemed to know what he was saying, that pinch returning to his head. He rubbed his hair back showing his full face, and looking back at the girl. "So is there someone who's missing you right now? Like a family waiting for you to come home before they can take off on plans and what not?" Dumb, dumb, dumb. Yeah but what good was it if he couldn't get her to talk, he would reveal what he could about his past, though that wasn't going to be much in the end, most of it was too magical. He still felt strange, so he put up his mind shields to keep anyone who was able to get in out, he felt someone there, but they got shut out before he could focus on who. Oh well, they hadn't learned much in that short time. He didn't really think of his past, though the information on the surface like the name he used, what he was, and how old he was was simple enough to get off surface thoughts, but people really had to dig deeper for the other things, and that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon.
He continued to smoke and sip at his coffee, and to nibble at the sandwich while he watched the cat, man was that cat happy, and the girl hadn't seemed to unsure of herself, but those were just the surface thoughts. The waitress came by and dropped off the soup and toast, it brought a smile to his face, as he laid the change out for the waitress to take as payment and tip.
"Thanks." He said to the waitress as she slid the soup and plate to Scarlett. He watched her that moment. What was she going for first, soup or toast. He let the idea roll in his mind, taking in the entropic forces of the idea. She was going to go for the toast first. In reality he didn't know but, it was a pretty good game for the moment. He took another sip of coffee and smiled. What was she going to go for first, and why did she still look like she was gonna run at any moment?
He watched the cat also, still wondering where the thought of cream had come from, he hadn't really thought that she would follow him, yet he still ordered cream, even though he took his coffee black. It puzzled him, but then again he had premonitions in the past, he thought of doing something even if he hadn't needed to and it did pay off in the end. Was this like one of those moments. He had lost himself in thought and realized that he had been staring, he snapped back to reality and took a sip of his coffee.
"Scarlet, is it?" He smiled taking his eyes off of her a moment to look about the room, there wasn't any no smoking signs, so maybe this was one of those few places that it was still ok to smoke in, he retch for his pack, sifting through until he had found his pack, pulling it out and setting it on the table. Pilfering one for himself and eyeballing the pack and looking to Scarlet. He didn't have to say anything, she could figure it out that if she wanted one she was welcome to them. He took in a rather decent inhale as he looked about the room once more, seeing another person already smoking in the distance, good he wasn't the only one left. "I am Exile." He said it in a rather hush, hush voice. "Its a nickname that I picked up years ago that stuck, and yet here I am still using it many years later." He didn't need the explanation, but he felt he owed it to her, a nick name for a nick name. He looked her in the eyes, he realized that she had thought he wanted something, not through magic, just intuition, she was thinking that he was doing this for something, but he wasn't. His face stiffened a little and his eyes, glassed over just a moment, before they returned to normal. Time was 1:27 p.m. The technocratic bastards would be out and about the city soon, no problem though. If he stayed in one place less chance for them to find him, if he moved about, well he'd just have to stay high or low.
He was staring again while thinking. "Sorry. I get lost in thought every 5 or so minutes." He made himself look a little embarrassed, looking over to the cat, who seemed to know what he was saying, that pinch returning to his head. He rubbed his hair back showing his full face, and looking back at the girl. "So is there someone who's missing you right now? Like a family waiting for you to come home before they can take off on plans and what not?" Dumb, dumb, dumb. Yeah but what good was it if he couldn't get her to talk, he would reveal what he could about his past, though that wasn't going to be much in the end, most of it was too magical. He still felt strange, so he put up his mind shields to keep anyone who was able to get in out, he felt someone there, but they got shut out before he could focus on who. Oh well, they hadn't learned much in that short time. He didn't really think of his past, though the information on the surface like the name he used, what he was, and how old he was was simple enough to get off surface thoughts, but people really had to dig deeper for the other things, and that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon.
He continued to smoke and sip at his coffee, and to nibble at the sandwich while he watched the cat, man was that cat happy, and the girl hadn't seemed to unsure of herself, but those were just the surface thoughts. The waitress came by and dropped off the soup and toast, it brought a smile to his face, as he laid the change out for the waitress to take as payment and tip.
"Thanks." He said to the waitress as she slid the soup and plate to Scarlett. He watched her that moment. What was she going for first, soup or toast. He let the idea roll in his mind, taking in the entropic forces of the idea. She was going to go for the toast first. In reality he didn't know but, it was a pretty good game for the moment. He took another sip of coffee and smiled. What was she going to go for first, and why did she still look like she was gonna run at any moment?
OOC Notes
I told you his name was Exile, now do you believe me? He is a mage, I can just feel it. Besides, I can’t read his thoughts anymore. He must have put up his own shield... complete giveaway, Giotto’s thoughts entered through Scarlet’s mind, though they were a little fuzzy through her mind shield. Scarlet knew to take what Giotto would say with a grain of salt because he usually was over protective of her, and assumed the worst in most situations. He licked up what was left of the cream in the bowl, yet he kept his eyes focused on the boy across the table. Once finished, he jumped fully on the table. Giotto’s tail whipped behind him playfully. Normally pets weren’t allowed inside cafes, especially on the table. Giotto was working on taking care of that. It was easy to manipulate the staff, after years of practice. He used his self-empowerment to calm the atmosphere- so that no one would care if he was there or not.
Once on the table, he padded closer to the stranger. He wanted to get a good scent of him, but before he made it to Exile’s hand, Scarlet scooped him up from behind and retracted him back to her lap.
“Sorry about that, he likes to climb things,” Scarlet chimed, knowing inside that Gio would be frustrated with her, but she didn’t want her cat getting close to strangers. As well, making a scene, even if the people around were calm. It was at this point that their waitress returned with her soup and toast. Her stomach growled as if spiting her, having been hungry for quite some time. The smell of the cooked vegetables and hint of garlic from the toast was the best thing she had smelled in a while. Her diet usually consisted of cheap food from China Town, or some street carts. Not the healthiest of choices, so this particular meal was a real treat. Hmmm, soup or toast? She had an inclination to take a bite of the toast first, yet as she picked up a triangle slice, she decided it would be better dunked in the soup. A little bit of both. The moment the two tastes hit her tongue, she smiled placidly.
With a small mouth full, she then was ready to take on his questions to keep the conversation going. “No family, Exile. I’ve been out on the streets for a while now, never lived in a steady home,” she paused, sipping on some of the warm soup, then kept going,” This little fellow is all I have, but I can’t complain. Being a free spirit fits in my lifestyle...” There wasn’t much she could add to that without giving slight hints of her magic.
”Can’t deny a free smoke, hm Scarlet?” Giotto rang in a quiet muffle, his thoughts still barely audible with her mind block up. She nodded indiscreetly, as if giving him a que to fetch her one. Seeing as how Exile already witnessed her cat’s genius out on the streets, he wouldn’t be too surprised at Gio’s ability to fetch and return. Scarlet let her grip go loose around the cat’s side, allowing him once again to sit up on the table. He lowered his tiny jaw, picking up one of the smokes out of his pack carefully, then bringing it back to Scarlet within seconds. “Good boy, Gio!” she smiled, putting on the act that she was decently impressed with his dexterity, though in reality it was child’s play for the cat.
She understood what he meant completely by getting lost in thought everyone few minutes or so. She did the same, which was what was happening now. What was he thinking about? She tried to stretch her magic to read his emotions, or so if she could get anything out of him, but it was blocked. Of course, Gio had mentioned it earlier, but could it really be? Another mage? The coincidence of something like that happened didn’t seem possible in such a big city, but then again, Giotto had always mentioned that their types seemed to attract to each other, subconsciously hunt out others. Maybe she was meant to meet him so that their ideas could be exchanged.
“So I know your name is Exile. Tell me more. Is anyone missing you?” she figured she would ask the same question, seeing as it forward enough. Whatever they talked about, she didn’t mind it much, for he was pleasing to the eyes. She smiled in a friendly matter, tucking the cigarette behind her ear that Giotto and picked up.
Once on the table, he padded closer to the stranger. He wanted to get a good scent of him, but before he made it to Exile’s hand, Scarlet scooped him up from behind and retracted him back to her lap.
“Sorry about that, he likes to climb things,” Scarlet chimed, knowing inside that Gio would be frustrated with her, but she didn’t want her cat getting close to strangers. As well, making a scene, even if the people around were calm. It was at this point that their waitress returned with her soup and toast. Her stomach growled as if spiting her, having been hungry for quite some time. The smell of the cooked vegetables and hint of garlic from the toast was the best thing she had smelled in a while. Her diet usually consisted of cheap food from China Town, or some street carts. Not the healthiest of choices, so this particular meal was a real treat. Hmmm, soup or toast? She had an inclination to take a bite of the toast first, yet as she picked up a triangle slice, she decided it would be better dunked in the soup. A little bit of both. The moment the two tastes hit her tongue, she smiled placidly.
With a small mouth full, she then was ready to take on his questions to keep the conversation going. “No family, Exile. I’ve been out on the streets for a while now, never lived in a steady home,” she paused, sipping on some of the warm soup, then kept going,” This little fellow is all I have, but I can’t complain. Being a free spirit fits in my lifestyle...” There wasn’t much she could add to that without giving slight hints of her magic.
”Can’t deny a free smoke, hm Scarlet?” Giotto rang in a quiet muffle, his thoughts still barely audible with her mind block up. She nodded indiscreetly, as if giving him a que to fetch her one. Seeing as how Exile already witnessed her cat’s genius out on the streets, he wouldn’t be too surprised at Gio’s ability to fetch and return. Scarlet let her grip go loose around the cat’s side, allowing him once again to sit up on the table. He lowered his tiny jaw, picking up one of the smokes out of his pack carefully, then bringing it back to Scarlet within seconds. “Good boy, Gio!” she smiled, putting on the act that she was decently impressed with his dexterity, though in reality it was child’s play for the cat.
She understood what he meant completely by getting lost in thought everyone few minutes or so. She did the same, which was what was happening now. What was he thinking about? She tried to stretch her magic to read his emotions, or so if she could get anything out of him, but it was blocked. Of course, Gio had mentioned it earlier, but could it really be? Another mage? The coincidence of something like that happened didn’t seem possible in such a big city, but then again, Giotto had always mentioned that their types seemed to attract to each other, subconsciously hunt out others. Maybe she was meant to meet him so that their ideas could be exchanged.
“So I know your name is Exile. Tell me more. Is anyone missing you?” she figured she would ask the same question, seeing as it forward enough. Whatever they talked about, she didn’t mind it much, for he was pleasing to the eyes. She smiled in a friendly matter, tucking the cigarette behind her ear that Giotto and picked up.
OOC Notes
Exile watched Scarlet as the thought went through her mind about what one she wanted, she went for the toast, making Exile smile a little, but it faded into a smirk when he realized that she was going to dip it into the soup. He hadn't thought of that option. The cat jumping on the table catching his attention as he let out a small huff of smoke that he had held for a moment while he thought. He watched that cat intently as he walked forward, why did this cat seem to be studying him, the thought was broken as she scooped him up in her arms. That made him look out into the area around him for a moment. There was a resonance of Calmness throughout the room, he had expected someone to come up and say something about the cat but no one had and now that he focused on it, there was something up, something in the air as he sat there with the girl and cat. He went for another bite of his sandwich, looking across the table and listening to the small explanation of why the cat was on the table.
He watched the cat climb out of her arms and walk towards the pack of smokes on the table. dip its head down and come away with a smoke, he jumped slightly at the sudden compliment to the cat, even though it wasn't loud or anything he wasn't expecting it. He watched the cat go back and Scarlet retrieve the cig and tuck it behind her ear. This made him look at his own cig and realize that it was almost out. He took the last drag on it and put it out in the ashtray nearby. The sudden question caught him a little off guard. He had asked a question and got an answer so it just seemed fair to return the favor. Quid Pro Quo. He took a sip of coffee and shook his head as he set the mug down and leaned in a little more.
"I had a family once," His voice was a little low, almost as if he didn't want to talk about it. "Its a grim background really. Dad was a drunk, and mom was, well, lets say she slept around. When he found out he lost it, went completely berserk over it, ended up killing her on the spot. Cops got him later in life, I ended up in an Orphanage, till a year ago or so." He went for another cigarette, reaching out to the pack and drawing one out and putting it to his lips, a look of deep thought in his eyes. "Other than that I've stayed with the orphanage, and worked as an errand boy to those around the city, that needed help, anything really, from running packages to writing papers or letters, it seems to be a good method to get a little cash on hand." He took another drag and went for his sandwich again, which was depleting it seemed, he was down to a quarter of the sandwich left, had he really eaten that much already, he smiled as he looked to the girl across from him.
He looked at her a little more serious. "I do want to know something though, there has been this little aura about you since you introduced yourself." He didn't want to spook her. "But it seems that you have wanted to turn tail and run on the slightest of discomforts. I was wondering why that was." Well that and why everyone was so calm about him, it was unnerving slightly. He focused his thoughts on her, trying to get something off of her, but there wasn't anything really there, something was in place. He pushed a little harder, forcing himself into her thoughts, but retreated when he found there was a shield in place. No doubt about it now.
He smiled at her and finished off his sandwich, taking the last drink of his coffee, and returning to his smoke again, and her. "How long?"
He watched the cat climb out of her arms and walk towards the pack of smokes on the table. dip its head down and come away with a smoke, he jumped slightly at the sudden compliment to the cat, even though it wasn't loud or anything he wasn't expecting it. He watched the cat go back and Scarlet retrieve the cig and tuck it behind her ear. This made him look at his own cig and realize that it was almost out. He took the last drag on it and put it out in the ashtray nearby. The sudden question caught him a little off guard. He had asked a question and got an answer so it just seemed fair to return the favor. Quid Pro Quo. He took a sip of coffee and shook his head as he set the mug down and leaned in a little more.
"I had a family once," His voice was a little low, almost as if he didn't want to talk about it. "Its a grim background really. Dad was a drunk, and mom was, well, lets say she slept around. When he found out he lost it, went completely berserk over it, ended up killing her on the spot. Cops got him later in life, I ended up in an Orphanage, till a year ago or so." He went for another cigarette, reaching out to the pack and drawing one out and putting it to his lips, a look of deep thought in his eyes. "Other than that I've stayed with the orphanage, and worked as an errand boy to those around the city, that needed help, anything really, from running packages to writing papers or letters, it seems to be a good method to get a little cash on hand." He took another drag and went for his sandwich again, which was depleting it seemed, he was down to a quarter of the sandwich left, had he really eaten that much already, he smiled as he looked to the girl across from him.
He looked at her a little more serious. "I do want to know something though, there has been this little aura about you since you introduced yourself." He didn't want to spook her. "But it seems that you have wanted to turn tail and run on the slightest of discomforts. I was wondering why that was." Well that and why everyone was so calm about him, it was unnerving slightly. He focused his thoughts on her, trying to get something off of her, but there wasn't anything really there, something was in place. He pushed a little harder, forcing himself into her thoughts, but retreated when he found there was a shield in place. No doubt about it now.
He smiled at her and finished off his sandwich, taking the last drink of his coffee, and returning to his smoke again, and her. "How long?"
OOC Notes
Scarlet continued to take small bites of her toast, dipping it in the steaming soup every now and then. She prided herself on being a good listener, so she intently took in each word he said when he began to share some of his life. All of it seemed rather tragic, but in a way she assumed everyone’s life was depressing. She didn’t have parents, he didn’t have parents, thousands didn’t have parents. So he was an orphan like her, in a way? Already she was beginning to like this guy, they shared common interests. She ran her fingers through her locks of red hair, dark brown eyes gazing at him with all seriousness. Her feet tapped quietly against the tile floors of the cafe.
He is the only one not in complete relaxation. Look around, even the owner behind the register seems to be on the brink of falling asleep! How much more proof do you need, Scarlet? Giotto thought in a frustrated tone. He wasn’t able to tell if Scarlet had believed him or not, which she did, she just liked pushing Gio’s buttons. Shh, my friend... I know he is, I know, she answered him back, sensing that he was wanting her to respond to him. She rubbed behind Giotto’s ears, listening to him purr happily at the feeling and her answer.
The longer she listened to him talk, the more she realized he was flipping the conversation back to herself. He could tell she was on angst, she she tried to relax her muscles, to match everyone else in the room. It was too late though, for he confronted her on the one exact thing she feared. --How long-- he said.... What did he mean by that? He had to know. This sent panic in her eyes. Her secret might be out, and this boy knows it now. Is that a good thing, a bad thing? A small gasp escaped her lips, eyes jumping from Exile then back down to Giotto then back to the boy in front of her. He seemed so relaxed about it, so low key as he sipped his coffee and took a drag. At least he was reacting like that instead of creating a scene. Gio had told her stories of those that used their mage powers for evil, those who worked for the Technocratic Union. She had to be careful with everything she said now, for if he worked for them, her way of life was gone forever.
“By how long, do you mean, how long have I known the truth?” she asked, trying to be as vague as possible so that she didn’t have to give him a complete answer. “I just met you, and I am eating with you. Of course any girl alone in New York has to be ready to run, jump on the fly... danger is everywhere... but then again, I am sure you know that...” she added, raising an eye brow towards him. Did he know that she knew he was a mage? Or course. Was he on to her own secrets? Giotto nuzzled back into her lap, tugging his tiny claws on to her jacket as if wanting to leave. He was her protector, he saw Scarlet as the sparkle in his eyes, the reason to keep living this life as a cat. If she were to get hurt, or tricked, he would never forgive himself. His way of keeping her safe was to keep their circle small. Her and him. His tail whipped behind his back, irking in worry that Exile knew she was a mage. He should have known that eventually her mind shield would be a clear give away, just as Exile’s shield was a giveaway as well. Silly mistakes lead to things like this. Of course it was a small world, how did either of them know that the boy who tipped them heavily turned out to be one of the rare mages roaming around the city.
Scarlet scooted her bowl away. There was still a decent amount left, but she was no longer hungry. The thought of her secret now out to someone besides Giotto was drilling in her mind. She felt she could trust him, she had an intuition of the sorts, but then again... all mages had their tricks up their sleeves.
He is the only one not in complete relaxation. Look around, even the owner behind the register seems to be on the brink of falling asleep! How much more proof do you need, Scarlet? Giotto thought in a frustrated tone. He wasn’t able to tell if Scarlet had believed him or not, which she did, she just liked pushing Gio’s buttons. Shh, my friend... I know he is, I know, she answered him back, sensing that he was wanting her to respond to him. She rubbed behind Giotto’s ears, listening to him purr happily at the feeling and her answer.
The longer she listened to him talk, the more she realized he was flipping the conversation back to herself. He could tell she was on angst, she she tried to relax her muscles, to match everyone else in the room. It was too late though, for he confronted her on the one exact thing she feared. --How long-- he said.... What did he mean by that? He had to know. This sent panic in her eyes. Her secret might be out, and this boy knows it now. Is that a good thing, a bad thing? A small gasp escaped her lips, eyes jumping from Exile then back down to Giotto then back to the boy in front of her. He seemed so relaxed about it, so low key as he sipped his coffee and took a drag. At least he was reacting like that instead of creating a scene. Gio had told her stories of those that used their mage powers for evil, those who worked for the Technocratic Union. She had to be careful with everything she said now, for if he worked for them, her way of life was gone forever.
“By how long, do you mean, how long have I known the truth?” she asked, trying to be as vague as possible so that she didn’t have to give him a complete answer. “I just met you, and I am eating with you. Of course any girl alone in New York has to be ready to run, jump on the fly... danger is everywhere... but then again, I am sure you know that...” she added, raising an eye brow towards him. Did he know that she knew he was a mage? Or course. Was he on to her own secrets? Giotto nuzzled back into her lap, tugging his tiny claws on to her jacket as if wanting to leave. He was her protector, he saw Scarlet as the sparkle in his eyes, the reason to keep living this life as a cat. If she were to get hurt, or tricked, he would never forgive himself. His way of keeping her safe was to keep their circle small. Her and him. His tail whipped behind his back, irking in worry that Exile knew she was a mage. He should have known that eventually her mind shield would be a clear give away, just as Exile’s shield was a giveaway as well. Silly mistakes lead to things like this. Of course it was a small world, how did either of them know that the boy who tipped them heavily turned out to be one of the rare mages roaming around the city.
Scarlet scooted her bowl away. There was still a decent amount left, but she was no longer hungry. The thought of her secret now out to someone besides Giotto was drilling in her mind. She felt she could trust him, she had an intuition of the sorts, but then again... all mages had their tricks up their sleeves.
OOC Notes
"I can understand your skepticism, Scarlet." He watcher as she pushed the bowl of soup away, she had to be still hungry. Life on the streets weren't exactly filling in all aspects. He watched as the Gio padded at her coat. "That cat is very interesting, like he knows whats happening," He looked about the room and smiled. "He seems to have a calming resonance." He looked at the cat, then back at the girl. "He has to be..." He lowered his voice still leaned forward. "A magical companion, maybe a familiar." He looked at the girl, she hadn't seemed to notice his shield breaking attempt earlier.
He thought for a moment and grabbed his pack, sifting through it. "I take it you are still a little new to this whole truth thing. So if I may, I can explain a few things to you." He paused a moment, thinking about the Union. She didn't seem to be a member, she had a mystical creature with her, so that wasn't scientific at all. " And a few people that you may need to be warned about." He pulled out a camera, making sure not to point it at her, for that could be taken as am offense. He shifted through his photo's getting to the men in suites and their other common garbs. He handed the camera to Scarlet. "These are some people that you need to watch out for," His voice still low almost a whisper. "They are known as the Technocrats, shortened name that I call 'em. They're the Technocratic Union."
He continued with describing the bases they set up as common pharmaceutical companies and such, all the businesses that where high on the food chain were usually controlled by the Technocrats. He paused a moment to look about the room. "Can we kill the calmness please, its really unnerving to me, people have a will. And that will is what makes them people. This is just....inhuman." He thought about his words, they might come off as harsh, but it needed to be done. "Magic like this can call to the Technos, and I don't wanna deal with them again today."
His face stiffened a moment, that was a little too much to say right there. Too late now, if he decided to rewind time, it would be like a beacon for the technos and he didn't feel the need to do that anyway. "What kind of understanding do you have on the metaphysics? I can teach you a little if you need." He looked about the room, thinking about dispelling the effect himself. "But if we were to do that, maybe we could go somewhere where people wouldn't be crammed together so much. That would give us a little more secrecy, I know of a few places to do so." He looked at her and eyeballed the cat. Why was that thing so interesting?
What are you? He pushed the thought into the cats mind, pressing it through any barriers that may be there, it was a little much but he had to know, he killed his mind shield, figuring that there were other ways to keep people or things from getting the information that they wanted if they tried.
He looked back to Scarlet, wondering how she would want to do this if at all. It was a lot to take in and the fact was that she didn't truly know him. and they had just met and all, so it was up to her truly. "Deal or no?" He smiled. "I'll even let ya in on a little secret that no one knows if it makes you any more curious."
He thought for a moment and grabbed his pack, sifting through it. "I take it you are still a little new to this whole truth thing. So if I may, I can explain a few things to you." He paused a moment, thinking about the Union. She didn't seem to be a member, she had a mystical creature with her, so that wasn't scientific at all. " And a few people that you may need to be warned about." He pulled out a camera, making sure not to point it at her, for that could be taken as am offense. He shifted through his photo's getting to the men in suites and their other common garbs. He handed the camera to Scarlet. "These are some people that you need to watch out for," His voice still low almost a whisper. "They are known as the Technocrats, shortened name that I call 'em. They're the Technocratic Union."
He continued with describing the bases they set up as common pharmaceutical companies and such, all the businesses that where high on the food chain were usually controlled by the Technocrats. He paused a moment to look about the room. "Can we kill the calmness please, its really unnerving to me, people have a will. And that will is what makes them people. This is just....inhuman." He thought about his words, they might come off as harsh, but it needed to be done. "Magic like this can call to the Technos, and I don't wanna deal with them again today."
His face stiffened a moment, that was a little too much to say right there. Too late now, if he decided to rewind time, it would be like a beacon for the technos and he didn't feel the need to do that anyway. "What kind of understanding do you have on the metaphysics? I can teach you a little if you need." He looked about the room, thinking about dispelling the effect himself. "But if we were to do that, maybe we could go somewhere where people wouldn't be crammed together so much. That would give us a little more secrecy, I know of a few places to do so." He looked at her and eyeballed the cat. Why was that thing so interesting?
What are you? He pushed the thought into the cats mind, pressing it through any barriers that may be there, it was a little much but he had to know, he killed his mind shield, figuring that there were other ways to keep people or things from getting the information that they wanted if they tried.
He looked back to Scarlet, wondering how she would want to do this if at all. It was a lot to take in and the fact was that she didn't truly know him. and they had just met and all, so it was up to her truly. "Deal or no?" He smiled. "I'll even let ya in on a little secret that no one knows if it makes you any more curious."
OOC Notes
“Mum can we get coffee?” Tal asked, her big blue eyes looking up. She tugged on her mothers sleeve, feeling a bit agitated after a day in school. Yet again the other children had chosen to exclude her from group activities, despite the fact that she had obviously wanted to be included. She did not like the new teachers, at the new school at all, they paid her little attention, seeming to want nothing more than to be left alone. Her long white blond hair fell across her face and she flicked it off with a jerked angry motion. She looked up at her mother and knew she was thinking about it, she thought that the only concession her part was that she wasn’t allowed caffeine and she could deal with that. The idea of a hot chocolate with marshmallows just seemed to good a treat to pass up, even if it would mean a rushed dinner.
“I don’t know Tarla, I need to get ready for work and cook dinner.” She sighed looking down on the angelic face of her daughter. “Fine but no caffeine, you know how I feel about you having it.” She pulled the whip of a girl in for a hug, keeping her arm wrapped around her hip in a gesture of warmth. Truthfully she was glad of the idea, she needed to talk to Tal about her visit to the headmasters that afternoon, it had not gone as well as planned. She had popped in to ask how she had been doing, like many nervous mothers did in the first few weeks of term and the meeting had done nothing to calm her. Alin had so hoped that things would go better with a new school, that she would make friends and feel less excluded. She didn’t know what to do about it, in truth neither party’s had any interest in one another, but being normal was what they all strove for, she just didn’t understand.
“Ok, come on, I’v been told this place does really good ones.” She smiled merrily, trying not to take notice of how people looked at them on the street. Secretly she always feared one of her mum’s customers would come up to them one day and talk to them; if anyone saw them with such low lives… She shuddered in her rain mac. Around her feet puddles began to swell and she loved the look of them, glistening and full like the moon. She hummed an old tune that he gnana had taught her as a child, and soon enough her mothers melodic voice chimed in alongside hers as they walked alongside the park they often passed through. She could feel how tightly her mother pressed her to her side, eyes ever watchful for attack, sometimes she worried if Tom put to many ideas in her head, but then it was for the best, she did come at late hours of the night.
“Do you want to order or shall I come in?” She asked lightly, knowing that Tarla always like to play the big girl who could do everything, it was a small act of trust she could afford. She smiled at the frantic shaking of her child’s head, nodding her own in response. They moved through the last of the crowd with ease, her brow furrowing at the way people were slightly avoiding the shop. She shook her head, telling herself it was nonsense, she needed to focus on the issue at hand, not drift off with some silly idea. She allowed herself to be dragged in by her hand, the bright glow of happiness engulfing her, at least Tarla wasn’t embarrassed of her. However as soon as they entered the café she felt her mind quiet. Without quite knowing it she moved to the table, nodding for Tarla to go on while she thought some more about how she would talk about the lack of friends without being hurtful.
“Ok’ mum, Black coffee it is.” She smiled uncaring, though her eyes wandered to the cat a few tables away. She padded through the space with grace that was unimaginable for ungainly frame, feeling content to be with people who understood her once more. She moved to the counter, popping her head over with an inquisitive look. She hit the bell, trying not to frown at the fact that no one had come to serve her, it had happened before when she was younger, but none the less she found it very rude to ignore even a young customer so. The sound of the bell cut through the room oddly, as though the place had truly been to quiet, where there should have been the busy drone of conversation, it was almost hushed. She smiled at the man behind the counter, ordering a black coffee and hot chocolate with ease, digging into her pocket for the change needed.
“I don’t know Tarla, I need to get ready for work and cook dinner.” She sighed looking down on the angelic face of her daughter. “Fine but no caffeine, you know how I feel about you having it.” She pulled the whip of a girl in for a hug, keeping her arm wrapped around her hip in a gesture of warmth. Truthfully she was glad of the idea, she needed to talk to Tal about her visit to the headmasters that afternoon, it had not gone as well as planned. She had popped in to ask how she had been doing, like many nervous mothers did in the first few weeks of term and the meeting had done nothing to calm her. Alin had so hoped that things would go better with a new school, that she would make friends and feel less excluded. She didn’t know what to do about it, in truth neither party’s had any interest in one another, but being normal was what they all strove for, she just didn’t understand.
“Ok, come on, I’v been told this place does really good ones.” She smiled merrily, trying not to take notice of how people looked at them on the street. Secretly she always feared one of her mum’s customers would come up to them one day and talk to them; if anyone saw them with such low lives… She shuddered in her rain mac. Around her feet puddles began to swell and she loved the look of them, glistening and full like the moon. She hummed an old tune that he gnana had taught her as a child, and soon enough her mothers melodic voice chimed in alongside hers as they walked alongside the park they often passed through. She could feel how tightly her mother pressed her to her side, eyes ever watchful for attack, sometimes she worried if Tom put to many ideas in her head, but then it was for the best, she did come at late hours of the night.
“Do you want to order or shall I come in?” She asked lightly, knowing that Tarla always like to play the big girl who could do everything, it was a small act of trust she could afford. She smiled at the frantic shaking of her child’s head, nodding her own in response. They moved through the last of the crowd with ease, her brow furrowing at the way people were slightly avoiding the shop. She shook her head, telling herself it was nonsense, she needed to focus on the issue at hand, not drift off with some silly idea. She allowed herself to be dragged in by her hand, the bright glow of happiness engulfing her, at least Tarla wasn’t embarrassed of her. However as soon as they entered the café she felt her mind quiet. Without quite knowing it she moved to the table, nodding for Tarla to go on while she thought some more about how she would talk about the lack of friends without being hurtful.
“Ok’ mum, Black coffee it is.” She smiled uncaring, though her eyes wandered to the cat a few tables away. She padded through the space with grace that was unimaginable for ungainly frame, feeling content to be with people who understood her once more. She moved to the counter, popping her head over with an inquisitive look. She hit the bell, trying not to frown at the fact that no one had come to serve her, it had happened before when she was younger, but none the less she found it very rude to ignore even a young customer so. The sound of the bell cut through the room oddly, as though the place had truly been to quiet, where there should have been the busy drone of conversation, it was almost hushed. She smiled at the man behind the counter, ordering a black coffee and hot chocolate with ease, digging into her pocket for the change needed.
OOC Notes
The chill in the room was captivating. Ever since Scarlet became aware of her abilities, everything seemed different. Things were so much stronger under different lights, moods. She would be able to hold her composer as long as her mind shield was on. Yet, Exile was really prying in on her secrets, at an extremely fast rate, which was throwing her off a bit. Even Giotto was at risk now for being figured out. She coughed, patting her chest as if clearing her throat, getting ready to speak to him. There was a slight hint of hesitance in her quiet voice, while her dark eyes fixated on his. “I may be new, but I have survived, I know a lot..” she spoke, thinking about how Giotto was the one who taught her so much, but she wasn’t going to answer his questions on her cat. If he wanted to believe Gio was just a magical companion, that was okay with her. It was better than the truth for now. “But, I am very interested in you explaining a few things, though... it could never hurt to have more, knowledge... on what it is I can do,” she added, nodding in acceptance of his offer.
She smiled as Exile pulled out a camera. He was being so helpful, it was rather intriguing. She studied each photo, taking a mental snapshot of each face that flashed across the screen. She wanted to trust him, but Giotto wouldn’t like that too much. Especially since Exile was raining down on Gio’s parade, with the room’s peaceful trance. Technocrats or not, we are safe here, Scarlet, Giotto thought to Scarlet, pushing as far as he could into her mind, reassuring her that he wasn’t doing harm by using his powers.
Giotto was indeed a daring cat. If one needed a flashback into his past, this was no better of a time to share. After all, he was a human at heart. He, Pierre Corbin III, was a very respected mage in a past life, across the world from Italy. The day he passed away, he vowed to everyone he knew that was close to him, that he would be able to carry on his spirit to another life. An after life, reincarnation. To a mage, this seemed very possible, yet only if one had the strength and concentration to do so. Rarely had it been done without mistake, and well, Pierre had to add to the list. He carried on into his new life as a cat, born from an stray in New York City. From the day he was born as a kitten, he was special. He had an eerie cream colored fur, never getting dirty even when jumping around the streets. As he developed into his first cat years, he remembered who he first was. To this day he still doesn't understand why this was his fate to become a cat. Yet he persevered, and from then on he practiced his skills, re-trained his brian. The magic of mind and it’s workings came smoothly once again. When he found Scarlet it all fell into place. He wasn’t alone anymore because he found someone who could talk to him and that he could train, with his secrets and his ways of the past. To relate this whole story back to Giotto’s current situation, it would be one thing: Around Scartlet’s presence, he tended to use his powers, to protect her. He could never get caught by the Technocrat in his disguise, and since Scarlet wasn’t abusing her magic, she would be safe, too. Plus she was already becoming fairly talented in the way of illusions. Therefore, he did minor things like he was doing now, aka, manipulating the emotion in the cafe, making those relax around, go drowsy. It was a risk, for those to notice something strange going on, but it was something he had to do if he wanted to be able to stay inside the cafe, where clearly no pets were allowed. Was it inhuman? Not in Giotto’s opinion, he wasn’t hurting anyone.
Scarlet could notice the unease in Exile’s face though. With her right arm she scooped up Giotto from under her stomach, throwing him over her shoulder. “I’ll make it stop,” she said, petting Gio behind the year. He was clearly upset, but listened to anything that Scarlet asked of him. Slowly he began to let up on his magic, retracting the spell in slow bursts. Scarlet pulled her soup back towards her again, dipping her silver spoon into the bowl. “It is a deal. I know a few safe places to go to, as well. Whose do you want to visit first?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow towards Exile and then slurping her soup into her mouth.
Giotto could feel something then, pushing into his mind. He had no mind block up, instead decided on a diversion to be safe. As soon as he heard Exile penetrate his thoughts, he stopped thinking of his inner self. He had to convince this boy for now that he was a normal cat. What are you? Exile said to him, his voice alive in sound, truth. Gio let out a warning hiss, clearing his mind of any thoughts at all, except instead filled every thought of Scarlet. He clouded his mind, all while rubbing his head against Scarlet’s shoulder, then started to lick his paws.
Scarlet was beginning to feel full off of her soup, not used to eating so much in a single sitting. She sat down her spoon, then looked around the room, then back to Exile. “So what is your secret?” she asked curiously, with a hushed tone, making occasional eye contact with him, but mostly gazing around the crowd now. A woman and a little girl had just into the cafe. Their whitish blond hair was very prominent, each catching Scarlet’s attention momentarily. She loved hair that stood out, like her own vibrant red. The little girl walked to the ordering counter, getting some coffee. Scarlet then turned back to face Exile, ready to hear what he was about to say.
Giotto on the other hand could feel more eyes on him, even without looking around the room. Already the calm spell he had released was wearing off, all thanks to Exile for being paranoid. He had the boy’s eyes on him... and now... His yellow eyes widened slightly in a cute, cat-like manner as he turned his head to span the room. A small girl, one at the counter, had seen him. He narrowed his gaze at the girl, studying her, taking in her presence. Something was off about her, like hidden potential. This was not the time to worry about more strangers though, Exile was his main attention grabber.
((super tired, sorry if this doesn’t make sense-- passing outtttt -_-’’))
She smiled as Exile pulled out a camera. He was being so helpful, it was rather intriguing. She studied each photo, taking a mental snapshot of each face that flashed across the screen. She wanted to trust him, but Giotto wouldn’t like that too much. Especially since Exile was raining down on Gio’s parade, with the room’s peaceful trance. Technocrats or not, we are safe here, Scarlet, Giotto thought to Scarlet, pushing as far as he could into her mind, reassuring her that he wasn’t doing harm by using his powers.
Giotto was indeed a daring cat. If one needed a flashback into his past, this was no better of a time to share. After all, he was a human at heart. He, Pierre Corbin III, was a very respected mage in a past life, across the world from Italy. The day he passed away, he vowed to everyone he knew that was close to him, that he would be able to carry on his spirit to another life. An after life, reincarnation. To a mage, this seemed very possible, yet only if one had the strength and concentration to do so. Rarely had it been done without mistake, and well, Pierre had to add to the list. He carried on into his new life as a cat, born from an stray in New York City. From the day he was born as a kitten, he was special. He had an eerie cream colored fur, never getting dirty even when jumping around the streets. As he developed into his first cat years, he remembered who he first was. To this day he still doesn't understand why this was his fate to become a cat. Yet he persevered, and from then on he practiced his skills, re-trained his brian. The magic of mind and it’s workings came smoothly once again. When he found Scarlet it all fell into place. He wasn’t alone anymore because he found someone who could talk to him and that he could train, with his secrets and his ways of the past. To relate this whole story back to Giotto’s current situation, it would be one thing: Around Scartlet’s presence, he tended to use his powers, to protect her. He could never get caught by the Technocrat in his disguise, and since Scarlet wasn’t abusing her magic, she would be safe, too. Plus she was already becoming fairly talented in the way of illusions. Therefore, he did minor things like he was doing now, aka, manipulating the emotion in the cafe, making those relax around, go drowsy. It was a risk, for those to notice something strange going on, but it was something he had to do if he wanted to be able to stay inside the cafe, where clearly no pets were allowed. Was it inhuman? Not in Giotto’s opinion, he wasn’t hurting anyone.
Scarlet could notice the unease in Exile’s face though. With her right arm she scooped up Giotto from under her stomach, throwing him over her shoulder. “I’ll make it stop,” she said, petting Gio behind the year. He was clearly upset, but listened to anything that Scarlet asked of him. Slowly he began to let up on his magic, retracting the spell in slow bursts. Scarlet pulled her soup back towards her again, dipping her silver spoon into the bowl. “It is a deal. I know a few safe places to go to, as well. Whose do you want to visit first?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow towards Exile and then slurping her soup into her mouth.
Giotto could feel something then, pushing into his mind. He had no mind block up, instead decided on a diversion to be safe. As soon as he heard Exile penetrate his thoughts, he stopped thinking of his inner self. He had to convince this boy for now that he was a normal cat. What are you? Exile said to him, his voice alive in sound, truth. Gio let out a warning hiss, clearing his mind of any thoughts at all, except instead filled every thought of Scarlet. He clouded his mind, all while rubbing his head against Scarlet’s shoulder, then started to lick his paws.
Scarlet was beginning to feel full off of her soup, not used to eating so much in a single sitting. She sat down her spoon, then looked around the room, then back to Exile. “So what is your secret?” she asked curiously, with a hushed tone, making occasional eye contact with him, but mostly gazing around the crowd now. A woman and a little girl had just into the cafe. Their whitish blond hair was very prominent, each catching Scarlet’s attention momentarily. She loved hair that stood out, like her own vibrant red. The little girl walked to the ordering counter, getting some coffee. Scarlet then turned back to face Exile, ready to hear what he was about to say.
Giotto on the other hand could feel more eyes on him, even without looking around the room. Already the calm spell he had released was wearing off, all thanks to Exile for being paranoid. He had the boy’s eyes on him... and now... His yellow eyes widened slightly in a cute, cat-like manner as he turned his head to span the room. A small girl, one at the counter, had seen him. He narrowed his gaze at the girl, studying her, taking in her presence. Something was off about her, like hidden potential. This was not the time to worry about more strangers though, Exile was his main attention grabber.
((super tired, sorry if this doesn’t make sense-- passing outtttt -_-’’))
OOC Notes
"Quid pro Quo, Liebe." He looked across the table at the girl. She had asked him about his secrets. Which meant really that she wanted to know what he knew, what he studied and what he could comprehend on the matter. His attention was drawn back to the two women ordering the coffee and such, why did he know the older one? Where had he seen her before? He didn't stare too long but enough to show that she had peeked his interest slightly. He dug out a small piece of paper and a pen from his bag. "This is something I can show you now, it may help a little, just a bit of understanding before we indulge ourselves in more intimate matter." He smiled a little devilishly, not knowing on how Scarlet would take that last part, but magic to mages was another form of intimacy, you don't share yourself with someone if you don't know how they'd react to it. His voice was slightly hushed when he spoke, he drew a five point star on the paper.
" Listen up carefully. In the Atlantean configuration, the subtle Arcana form the points while the gross Arcana form the lines between them. Imagine the pentagram as a clock face with the points marking the twelve, three, five, seven and nine o'clock. Drawing the pentagram you begin at the top, at twelve o'clock, making a line from twelve to five. This is the creation or invocation cycle, associated with magic that brings things into existence or that nurtures existing things. It goes like this: Prime marks the twelve o'clock, and forces marks the line from twelve to five. Fate marks five o'clock, and Time marks the line from five to nine. Mind marks nine o'clock, and Space marks the line from nine to three. Spirit marks the three o'clock , and Life marks the line from three to seven. Death marks seven o'clock, and Matter marks the line from seven to twelve. You still with me?" He looked up from his paper and his rough drawing of what he was trying to get out to the girl. He looked back down and began to explain something else. "If you were to start at seven o'clock, and draw backward to three o'clock and so forth, you would draw the banishing cycle, which is associated with magic that removes things from existence or that harms existing things."
He scooted the paper over to Scarlet to let her take it in, if she could take all that out of date BS that he learned along time ago. He thought it was BS but it had helped him many times understanding a little more on how things worked. He looked back at the white haired woman again trying to figure where he had seen her before. His eyes bled from the hazel to a dull yellow for a moment as he tried to read her through a Life scan, it didn't tell him much other than the fact that she had a small magical definition somewhere in her life, nothing like what happens when your Avatar awakes, but this was a Sleeper who could perform small feats none the less, he turned to face Scarlet again, catching the cat and her in his sight, they both were ablaze with a white light, which meant that both were awakened. The cat had to be a magical companion, his eyes bled back to his normal hazel. He sipped on his coffee which was now cold, he raised a hand for the waitress and got her a moment later, asking for a refill. He lit up another smoke as he waited, looking to Scarlet, wondering how she'd take all the 'new' knowledge.
"And before I share anything else, I'd like to know what you can do." He waved his hand a moment. "That is why I wondered if you had a place you could go." He smiled again, warmly.
" Listen up carefully. In the Atlantean configuration, the subtle Arcana form the points while the gross Arcana form the lines between them. Imagine the pentagram as a clock face with the points marking the twelve, three, five, seven and nine o'clock. Drawing the pentagram you begin at the top, at twelve o'clock, making a line from twelve to five. This is the creation or invocation cycle, associated with magic that brings things into existence or that nurtures existing things. It goes like this: Prime marks the twelve o'clock, and forces marks the line from twelve to five. Fate marks five o'clock, and Time marks the line from five to nine. Mind marks nine o'clock, and Space marks the line from nine to three. Spirit marks the three o'clock , and Life marks the line from three to seven. Death marks seven o'clock, and Matter marks the line from seven to twelve. You still with me?" He looked up from his paper and his rough drawing of what he was trying to get out to the girl. He looked back down and began to explain something else. "If you were to start at seven o'clock, and draw backward to three o'clock and so forth, you would draw the banishing cycle, which is associated with magic that removes things from existence or that harms existing things."
He scooted the paper over to Scarlet to let her take it in, if she could take all that out of date BS that he learned along time ago. He thought it was BS but it had helped him many times understanding a little more on how things worked. He looked back at the white haired woman again trying to figure where he had seen her before. His eyes bled from the hazel to a dull yellow for a moment as he tried to read her through a Life scan, it didn't tell him much other than the fact that she had a small magical definition somewhere in her life, nothing like what happens when your Avatar awakes, but this was a Sleeper who could perform small feats none the less, he turned to face Scarlet again, catching the cat and her in his sight, they both were ablaze with a white light, which meant that both were awakened. The cat had to be a magical companion, his eyes bled back to his normal hazel. He sipped on his coffee which was now cold, he raised a hand for the waitress and got her a moment later, asking for a refill. He lit up another smoke as he waited, looking to Scarlet, wondering how she'd take all the 'new' knowledge.
"And before I share anything else, I'd like to know what you can do." He waved his hand a moment. "That is why I wondered if you had a place you could go." He smiled again, warmly.
OOC Notes
Scarlet held on to Giotto a bit tighter, biting the bottom of her lip once Exile began to draw what he was explaining out on the piece of paper. All of it seemed rather heavy in concept, not to mention some of it sounded new. She looked down at Gio, raising an eyebrow. Why hadn’t he mentioned a lot of this information to her yet? Sure, she just recently found out about herself. She had the feeling Gio probably wanted to teach her at a very slow rate, as too not stress her out. Scarlet shook her head, trying to stay focused on what Exile was explaining. She couldn’t help but wonder how this symbol related to her. She was taught by stories, words, Gio trying to make sense of New York, and his past life. Now that Exile was showing Scarlet a more technical explanation on a magical symbol, it was leaving her with a blank expression. “What the hell are you talking about?” Scarlet said back, her voice not in a whisper. She picked the paper up off the table, looking at it more closely before setting it back down. “This sounds complicated,” she laughed, rubbing her temple.
Scarlet waited a few seconds for him to answer her, but upon glancing up at him, she saw he gaze was instead looking at the woman and child who had just entered. Her bottom lip dropped slightly when she watched his eyes glaze over from hazel to yellow.
So much for being inconspicuous... Scarlet thought secretly, almost smiling. His head turned back to face her, Scarlet flustered to be caught mid smile. She hid it the best she could, the curves of her lips dropping to sly smirk. “You want to know what I can do? Oh, this will be fun!” She took the pen from his hand gently, flashing a grin when she lent in. She then flipped over the piece of paper he drew on to the blank side. Scarlet began to write down the address of an abandoned school across the bridge in Jersey. The area around the school was covered in so much bush and overgrown weeds that the entire outside football field was a gold mine for her practices. “It is over the Manhattan Bridge into Brooklyn,” she continued to describe, tapping the pen on the table. “I can show you where it is whenever.”
Giotto’s fur rose a little off his back out of the anxiety he was beginning to feel. She disclosed one of their secret training locations. To trust this boy, or not? That was the question. He would have to settle this by the strike system. Three mistakes and he was out of the picture. Scarlet believed him too quickly. Even if he was a dependable guy, that was just a fortunate situation. Trusting someone with the wrong intentions, mage wise, could get you killed.
Scarlet waited a few seconds for him to answer her, but upon glancing up at him, she saw he gaze was instead looking at the woman and child who had just entered. Her bottom lip dropped slightly when she watched his eyes glaze over from hazel to yellow.
So much for being inconspicuous... Scarlet thought secretly, almost smiling. His head turned back to face her, Scarlet flustered to be caught mid smile. She hid it the best she could, the curves of her lips dropping to sly smirk. “You want to know what I can do? Oh, this will be fun!” She took the pen from his hand gently, flashing a grin when she lent in. She then flipped over the piece of paper he drew on to the blank side. Scarlet began to write down the address of an abandoned school across the bridge in Jersey. The area around the school was covered in so much bush and overgrown weeds that the entire outside football field was a gold mine for her practices. “It is over the Manhattan Bridge into Brooklyn,” she continued to describe, tapping the pen on the table. “I can show you where it is whenever.”
Giotto’s fur rose a little off his back out of the anxiety he was beginning to feel. She disclosed one of their secret training locations. To trust this boy, or not? That was the question. He would have to settle this by the strike system. Three mistakes and he was out of the picture. Scarlet believed him too quickly. Even if he was a dependable guy, that was just a fortunate situation. Trusting someone with the wrong intentions, mage wise, could get you killed.
OOC Notes
“People just don’t learn, the ban came in ages ago and I still get people walking in and lighting up. The signs up on the door..!” The man behind the bar muttered while making her drinks, looking over to the table with the redhead. Talaitha was glad the cat was hidden from view in this direction now, but the cigarette was impossible to miss. She tilted her head, letting her lavender mess of hair fall across her face for a moment; she wanted to say hi to the cat and the couple seemed interesting. A small smile slipped across her face, bright eyes fixing on the man before her as she held out the necessary change. The warmth of the glasses filled her palms, picking up the hot beverages with care; she wondered for a moment if she should speak up and decided she would.
Alin sat for silent for some time, posture relaxing in the warmth of the room and easy relaxing atmosphere. Her fingers automatically ran through her short white strands, watching her daughter with hawk like intensity, ever worried for her safety in the city. After awhile she felt the touch of eyes on her, freezing her easy languid motions abruptly. Glancing about the caught the look of a yellow eyed man and shuddered, feeling that something was wrong, like he was doing more than looking. Most of the time this did not faze her, patrons to her club had met her with her daughter before and given her odd looks; undressing her with their eyes, this was different though, he was trying to find something she couldn’t see. Her long slender fingers dipped into her bag, pale tips brushing against the hard leather sheath of her knife; a comfort to her on many dark nights.
“Sir, they are old friends of mine, would you like me to go over? I don’t want you to have to come away from the counter for such a little reason. I’l tell him to put it out.” She let a flash of her pearly teeth show in her wide smile, for a moment looking pointed before returning to normal. The man looked down at her with a look of subtle confusion, wondering if there was something odd about her, she seemed so young when she put out no effort to seem cleaver; her lavender hair making her seem like any other girl about to turn into her teen years. Her intense blue eyes watched him with a predatory edge and soon he nodded just to get her to stop looking. She turned away with a calculated swing, carrying the utterly full glasses with poise becoming of an older woman, not wanting to conform to the idea that children were clumsy. She moved through the tables smoothly, heading strait for the couple rather than her mother. Now she felt nervous, they may just tell her to go away, making her lie to the man obvious.
“Hey, um… The man behind the counter wants you to put out your cigarette, it’s a non-smoking café, I thought I’d come tell you to make it easy.” She stood beside their table her drinks held evenly at her side, she glanced over to her mother who looked a little alarmed but took no notice, her mother looked alarmed at anything that took her away form her side. “He can’t see your cat though miss, as long as he stays in front of you he should be fine. Um, can I say hi to him?” She looked up at Scarlet with such joy and admiration in her eyes; the cat was so beautiful to her mind, almost glowing in its almond coat. Still she kept looking up at Scarlet just to be on the safe side, not wanting to be impolite and just reach out to touch the gorgeous thing. Her mind fluttered for a moment, trying to figure out what was odd about these to new people, the seemed so different, down to the very energy they gave off.
Alin tensed in her chair, watching her daughter head strait for the man who had been watching her; heat beat speeding up as she shot out of her chair. She stood still, hovering for a moment in indecision; ever watchful over her cherished daughter. The hairs on the back of her neck stood strait, the cool damp air billowing past her as a customer left the small café, door clicking quietly in the returning buzz of the shop. Taking her hand out of her bag, she moved through the tables that separated her from her daughter, as she moved her hips swayed with a sinuous grace nothing like her dancing but enough to warrant unwanted attention from the other customers sitting down. She was glad of her lose baggy harem trousers and soft lose cami; hiding most of her body from view in their thick swathe of fabric. She came beside her just after she heard the last bells of her daughter’s harmonious voice chime, placing her hand over Talaitha’s shoulder.
“Hello, I’m sorry if Tarla has disturbed you. She has a tendency to be a little too independent sometimes, I’m sure she meant nothing by doing so.” Alin’s smile was warm with an undertone of sharpness, worried that the strangers would be unhappy to have her daughter talking to them. “My name is Alin and this is my daughter Tarla.” Her hand smoothed over her daughter’s hair, moving her a little closer to her body for protection. Though she had no fear of women, men were a big threat in her mind and she did not like his enquiring look before, now even less. She bobbed her head to Scarlet and Exhile, a polite gesture that had come from her time with her gypsy family, in her ears belled piercings tinkled lightly. Her hand reached out with delicacy, wrist up and took her drink from her child’s hand, bringing to her mouth for a warm sip. She waited patiently, knowing it would be impolite just to drag either of them away from the new people, especially when she could see Tarla was so eager to look at the cat closer.
Alin sat for silent for some time, posture relaxing in the warmth of the room and easy relaxing atmosphere. Her fingers automatically ran through her short white strands, watching her daughter with hawk like intensity, ever worried for her safety in the city. After awhile she felt the touch of eyes on her, freezing her easy languid motions abruptly. Glancing about the caught the look of a yellow eyed man and shuddered, feeling that something was wrong, like he was doing more than looking. Most of the time this did not faze her, patrons to her club had met her with her daughter before and given her odd looks; undressing her with their eyes, this was different though, he was trying to find something she couldn’t see. Her long slender fingers dipped into her bag, pale tips brushing against the hard leather sheath of her knife; a comfort to her on many dark nights.
“Sir, they are old friends of mine, would you like me to go over? I don’t want you to have to come away from the counter for such a little reason. I’l tell him to put it out.” She let a flash of her pearly teeth show in her wide smile, for a moment looking pointed before returning to normal. The man looked down at her with a look of subtle confusion, wondering if there was something odd about her, she seemed so young when she put out no effort to seem cleaver; her lavender hair making her seem like any other girl about to turn into her teen years. Her intense blue eyes watched him with a predatory edge and soon he nodded just to get her to stop looking. She turned away with a calculated swing, carrying the utterly full glasses with poise becoming of an older woman, not wanting to conform to the idea that children were clumsy. She moved through the tables smoothly, heading strait for the couple rather than her mother. Now she felt nervous, they may just tell her to go away, making her lie to the man obvious.
“Hey, um… The man behind the counter wants you to put out your cigarette, it’s a non-smoking café, I thought I’d come tell you to make it easy.” She stood beside their table her drinks held evenly at her side, she glanced over to her mother who looked a little alarmed but took no notice, her mother looked alarmed at anything that took her away form her side. “He can’t see your cat though miss, as long as he stays in front of you he should be fine. Um, can I say hi to him?” She looked up at Scarlet with such joy and admiration in her eyes; the cat was so beautiful to her mind, almost glowing in its almond coat. Still she kept looking up at Scarlet just to be on the safe side, not wanting to be impolite and just reach out to touch the gorgeous thing. Her mind fluttered for a moment, trying to figure out what was odd about these to new people, the seemed so different, down to the very energy they gave off.
Alin tensed in her chair, watching her daughter head strait for the man who had been watching her; heat beat speeding up as she shot out of her chair. She stood still, hovering for a moment in indecision; ever watchful over her cherished daughter. The hairs on the back of her neck stood strait, the cool damp air billowing past her as a customer left the small café, door clicking quietly in the returning buzz of the shop. Taking her hand out of her bag, she moved through the tables that separated her from her daughter, as she moved her hips swayed with a sinuous grace nothing like her dancing but enough to warrant unwanted attention from the other customers sitting down. She was glad of her lose baggy harem trousers and soft lose cami; hiding most of her body from view in their thick swathe of fabric. She came beside her just after she heard the last bells of her daughter’s harmonious voice chime, placing her hand over Talaitha’s shoulder.
“Hello, I’m sorry if Tarla has disturbed you. She has a tendency to be a little too independent sometimes, I’m sure she meant nothing by doing so.” Alin’s smile was warm with an undertone of sharpness, worried that the strangers would be unhappy to have her daughter talking to them. “My name is Alin and this is my daughter Tarla.” Her hand smoothed over her daughter’s hair, moving her a little closer to her body for protection. Though she had no fear of women, men were a big threat in her mind and she did not like his enquiring look before, now even less. She bobbed her head to Scarlet and Exhile, a polite gesture that had come from her time with her gypsy family, in her ears belled piercings tinkled lightly. Her hand reached out with delicacy, wrist up and took her drink from her child’s hand, bringing to her mouth for a warm sip. She waited patiently, knowing it would be impolite just to drag either of them away from the new people, especially when she could see Tarla was so eager to look at the cat closer.
OOC Notes
Scarlet looked back away from Exile, toward the little girl once again at the counter ordering some coffee. She was thrown back a bit when she realized both the little girl and the man behind the counter were staring at the two. And by the looks of the employee, he didn’t look to happy. With a little shoveling, Scarlet skimmed through the tops of the man’s thoughts. It was because of the smoking. Hah. “Maybe you should put that out, we are getting some glares,” she muttered in joking tone, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea from the start to light up inside. Luckily all Scarlet did was put the smoke he offered her behind her ear, so it was really Exile getting the evil glares. She let out a sigh, pushing her almost empty soup bowl toward Exile as if suggesting for him to put it out in the liquid.
A tiny sound from Scarlet’s left made her jump slightly, her head whipping around to see the girl that was at the counter. Of course, the man must have sent her to tell them to put out his.... Yup, the girl just said to put out the cigarette. A small giggle escaped her lips, smiling gently at the girl now by them. Then she had asked to see Giotto. Ah, so he wasn’t very hidden in coat after all, if this girl noticed him. Giotto peaked his head out of her coat at the sound of his name. His bright yellow eyes eclipsed his tiny frame. The little stinker knew he was a cutie, and relished in the admiration of others when complimented. He purred softly, nodding his head in a way as if urging Scarlet to let the little girl see him better.
“Oh, um..” Scarlet mumbled, unsure of letting a stranger pet her cat. She was protective over him just as much as he was protective over her. Yet this girl couldn’t be more than 11 or 12, what harm could it be to let her interact with him? Before she could answer, Scarlet saw what looked to be the young girl’s mother walking towards them from across the room. It was clear they were related, with the vibrant white hair the two shared. Was it her mother? She was very beautiful, and looked fairly youthful herself. The woman had rested her hand on Tarla’s shoulder, then looked at her and Exile. After listening to her speak, the question of if that she was the girl’s mother was answered. She was indeed her mom, named Alin. And Tarla, the girl.
“Well sure Tarla, you can see my cat. His name is Giotto, or Gio for short. He is a sweetheart,” Scarlet said while she smiled gently, drawing back her coat so that Giotto was fully exposed. Giotto climbed from her lap down to the booth seat. His paws reached forward, stretching out his back in a sleepy manner before sitting back on his hind legs. Something is unique about this little girl, Tarla is it?... I am sensing a stronger light from her than the others around. It is interesting... it might not mean anything though, he thought, connecting his words through Scarlet’s mind. Scarlet tilted her head to the side a bit, wondering what Giotto was feeling. Ah, it didn’t matter. Most likely nothing.
Giotto rubbed his head against the little girls hand, purring in a friendly manner. His eyes looked up at the girl, then travelled to the mother, who seemed a bit on edge. Of course, they were talking to complete strangers so who wouldn’t be a little guarded, especially when taking care of a child.
Scarlet meanwhile looked back up over to Exile. She wondered what he was thinking, but didn’t feel like it would be polite to try and breech his mind. Instead, she let her mind shield go down, in order to channel some of her thoughts toward the man. Exile, can you hear me? she thought, eyes narrowing in a sly manner as if enjoying the secret they shared. If he responded, then they could have a whole conversation without anyone seeing them talk. Scarlet flashed a bright white smile towards him, followed by a slight wink and then turned back to the mother and daughter. “Tarla, he loves being scratched under the chin, why don’t you pet him there?” she invited, trying to be as friendly as possible.
A tiny sound from Scarlet’s left made her jump slightly, her head whipping around to see the girl that was at the counter. Of course, the man must have sent her to tell them to put out his.... Yup, the girl just said to put out the cigarette. A small giggle escaped her lips, smiling gently at the girl now by them. Then she had asked to see Giotto. Ah, so he wasn’t very hidden in coat after all, if this girl noticed him. Giotto peaked his head out of her coat at the sound of his name. His bright yellow eyes eclipsed his tiny frame. The little stinker knew he was a cutie, and relished in the admiration of others when complimented. He purred softly, nodding his head in a way as if urging Scarlet to let the little girl see him better.
“Oh, um..” Scarlet mumbled, unsure of letting a stranger pet her cat. She was protective over him just as much as he was protective over her. Yet this girl couldn’t be more than 11 or 12, what harm could it be to let her interact with him? Before she could answer, Scarlet saw what looked to be the young girl’s mother walking towards them from across the room. It was clear they were related, with the vibrant white hair the two shared. Was it her mother? She was very beautiful, and looked fairly youthful herself. The woman had rested her hand on Tarla’s shoulder, then looked at her and Exile. After listening to her speak, the question of if that she was the girl’s mother was answered. She was indeed her mom, named Alin. And Tarla, the girl.
“Well sure Tarla, you can see my cat. His name is Giotto, or Gio for short. He is a sweetheart,” Scarlet said while she smiled gently, drawing back her coat so that Giotto was fully exposed. Giotto climbed from her lap down to the booth seat. His paws reached forward, stretching out his back in a sleepy manner before sitting back on his hind legs. Something is unique about this little girl, Tarla is it?... I am sensing a stronger light from her than the others around. It is interesting... it might not mean anything though, he thought, connecting his words through Scarlet’s mind. Scarlet tilted her head to the side a bit, wondering what Giotto was feeling. Ah, it didn’t matter. Most likely nothing.
Giotto rubbed his head against the little girls hand, purring in a friendly manner. His eyes looked up at the girl, then travelled to the mother, who seemed a bit on edge. Of course, they were talking to complete strangers so who wouldn’t be a little guarded, especially when taking care of a child.
Scarlet meanwhile looked back up over to Exile. She wondered what he was thinking, but didn’t feel like it would be polite to try and breech his mind. Instead, she let her mind shield go down, in order to channel some of her thoughts toward the man. Exile, can you hear me? she thought, eyes narrowing in a sly manner as if enjoying the secret they shared. If he responded, then they could have a whole conversation without anyone seeing them talk. Scarlet flashed a bright white smile towards him, followed by a slight wink and then turned back to the mother and daughter. “Tarla, he loves being scratched under the chin, why don’t you pet him there?” she invited, trying to be as friendly as possible.
OOC Notes
The fear that played on this girl's mind was amusing, he admitted it to himself that she looked good being very skeptical about the unknown, especially him, she had a right to be. His eyes shifted back and forth repeatedly as if he were searching for something while he smoked his cig. He had forgotten completely that the calm atmosphere had been lifted, and the approach of the young girl had thrown him off a bit. He had seen a small shocked look cross Scarlet's face and heard the young one speak about the no smoking policy. Hadn't he seen a smoking allowed sign on the door earlier? Why had it taken till now to figure out that it wasn't allowed here. His eyes shifted uneasily from the girl to Scarlet, the feeling of a gaze at his back, why hadn't he felt that earlier? He watched as Scarlett slid the bowl of soup to him, as if saying put it out there. He didn't feel comfortable at all now that someone had confronted him, he was unstable at moments, and this had thrown his momentum off course. He damn near jumped out of his skin when another voice had spoke up about something, he didn't really hear much of it. .....Alin...... Tarla.. What were these words? Names? his eyes still a little shifting a little faster back and forth. Was the backlash happening now?
He heard something at that point, something calling out to him, Can you hear me? Of course he could, his glance going to Scarlet as she gave him a playful wink. His eyes were a little more dialated that normal. "I, I...I have to go." He stood up a little to fast for himself, bumping into the older woman. "I'm sorry." He rushed himself out the door sending a thought back to Scarlet. I can, I have something important that I have forgotten about, meet me later at your training zone. I don't want you to get involved in this little episode.
He rushed out the door hastily heading to his own grounds, a place where the Paradox backlash from earlier could take affect without harming those around him. He leaned against the wall, the world spinning slightly and growing darker. Wait this out....thats all he thought about, wait it out.
He slid down the wall in his sanctum, a place where magical crafting could be done without the backlashes of attracting paradox spirits, they were a pain, but they were a lesser evil that would come if magic was used near where a sleeper could see it. Sleepers, regular humans. Exile had used some vulgar acts of weaving earlier in the week, but he had thought that it had bled off already, but it hadn't it had waited til now to rear its ugly head.
He sat there leaned against the wall as the room around his dulled into a shadowy play of darkness, the windows still seemed to let the light through but it was if the light were being engulfed as soon as they entered the small area he used for a living space. His head hurt, it felt as is his mind were going to explode, though he knew it wouldn't, is still didn't feel all that great. His arm twitched slightly under the weight of his hand, and he looked down at it wondering what could be happening, he had been through a Quiet before, but this just seemed like a minor setback to what he had seen before, his body twitched unnecessarily, but nothing bad so far, perception failure, colors dimmed, he looked at his arm again as he felt pain beginning to well up inside it, it felt as if a dam had suddenly blocked off his flow of energies as energy started flowing from his arm at first and then spreading outward, engulfing his entire body, he tried to scream but nothing came out, it was all too much that even a normal reaction wouldn't escape, though his mind easily connected to the one person that he had met today, someone that he knew how to get through the defenses that were no longer up, his mind screamed in agony for a moment before he noticed what was happening and he cut her off. He was left writhing on the ground as the quintessential energies that he had stored up erupted from his body very violently and very quickly. He lay there in a heap on the floor, not really wanting to move, it hurt too much, and it would hurt more if he tried to move. His head still hurt along with the rest of him, but somehow, he managed to focus his thoughts on healing, making himself feel better, his avatar could work with that, the last thoughts he had was heal. He closed his eyes and the world went black, but he knew that he would awaken again. Sorry went out to the mind of the girl that he had probably scared to death for a moment, he was sorry.....Scarlet.
He heard something at that point, something calling out to him, Can you hear me? Of course he could, his glance going to Scarlet as she gave him a playful wink. His eyes were a little more dialated that normal. "I, I...I have to go." He stood up a little to fast for himself, bumping into the older woman. "I'm sorry." He rushed himself out the door sending a thought back to Scarlet. I can, I have something important that I have forgotten about, meet me later at your training zone. I don't want you to get involved in this little episode.
He rushed out the door hastily heading to his own grounds, a place where the Paradox backlash from earlier could take affect without harming those around him. He leaned against the wall, the world spinning slightly and growing darker. Wait this out....thats all he thought about, wait it out.
He slid down the wall in his sanctum, a place where magical crafting could be done without the backlashes of attracting paradox spirits, they were a pain, but they were a lesser evil that would come if magic was used near where a sleeper could see it. Sleepers, regular humans. Exile had used some vulgar acts of weaving earlier in the week, but he had thought that it had bled off already, but it hadn't it had waited til now to rear its ugly head.
He sat there leaned against the wall as the room around his dulled into a shadowy play of darkness, the windows still seemed to let the light through but it was if the light were being engulfed as soon as they entered the small area he used for a living space. His head hurt, it felt as is his mind were going to explode, though he knew it wouldn't, is still didn't feel all that great. His arm twitched slightly under the weight of his hand, and he looked down at it wondering what could be happening, he had been through a Quiet before, but this just seemed like a minor setback to what he had seen before, his body twitched unnecessarily, but nothing bad so far, perception failure, colors dimmed, he looked at his arm again as he felt pain beginning to well up inside it, it felt as if a dam had suddenly blocked off his flow of energies as energy started flowing from his arm at first and then spreading outward, engulfing his entire body, he tried to scream but nothing came out, it was all too much that even a normal reaction wouldn't escape, though his mind easily connected to the one person that he had met today, someone that he knew how to get through the defenses that were no longer up, his mind screamed in agony for a moment before he noticed what was happening and he cut her off. He was left writhing on the ground as the quintessential energies that he had stored up erupted from his body very violently and very quickly. He lay there in a heap on the floor, not really wanting to move, it hurt too much, and it would hurt more if he tried to move. His head still hurt along with the rest of him, but somehow, he managed to focus his thoughts on healing, making himself feel better, his avatar could work with that, the last thoughts he had was heal. He closed his eyes and the world went black, but he knew that he would awaken again. Sorry went out to the mind of the girl that he had probably scared to death for a moment, he was sorry.....Scarlet.
OOC Notes
She ran her hand over the cat’s fine pelt, letting the fine short strands of hair flick deliciously between her fingers. She let out a content sigh, crouching down so her head was level with the cats, muscles bunching under her long skirt. She completely ignored any further talk, her bright blue eyes watching the cats with intensity far beyond her short years. She bowed her head lightly, as one might do to an elder, eyelids fluttering closed for just a moment to long as she contemplated odd energy she felt from the pair. Then she was back, smile dazzling on her young face and eyes back to their usual state. Tarla looked up at her mother, head tilted to one side, wondering if she had indeed missed anything.
Alin moved forward, effectively blocking her daughter from view when Exhale got up; her whole body tensing in anticipation. Her face turning hard as she looked down at him, despite being shorter by a few inches, hand twitching at her side. She gasped when he touched her, knocking her shoulder back in his rush to leave, fear that he was going to say or do something unpleasant. She used the shove to hide the change in her stance, one foot sliding back to support a lunge if it was necessary; she struggled to keep in a normal position. Then he was gone, though she watched him go; eyes trained in the door fir a few moments longer than required.
“Hello Giotto, you have old eyes like my mum; full of light and shadows.” When she spoke it was not like a human baby talking a pet, but someone who interested her and deserved respect. “My name is Talaitha Fonso.” All the while she stayed level with the animal, trying to figure out what was different about it. She tilted her head from one side to the other for some time, lavender hair flipping to cover her face, long strands falling to cover her features completely. She looked up at Scarlet, nodding at what she said, before reaching to scratch beneath the chin of the fascinating creature. The short hairs tickled her fingers, wriggling beneath her nails and brushing untouched skin. She wondered if the had cats like him in their family, cats that traveled the road; sleek animals surviving on almost nothing.
“May I ask your name, I didn’t quite catch it.” Alin moved to the opposite chair, taking it soon after the chills along her spine had begun to ease. “Can I ask a question? If that would be all right of course?” She spoke with an even softness, now watching the woman before her. She struck her as someone who worked hard for the very little she had, it was something to be admired in a person and she did not look down on the fact that it made her a bit scruffy. She had lived on the road, it was a hard life, hoping the next town would pay well, possibly give them a night in the inn for food and a good wash. Most of the time it did not go so well, but they were a happy people, never wanting for what they needed; at least not for long when you had people with such quick hands. She placed her palms carefully on the table, attempting not to let her eyes flick down to rest on her daughters form.
“You’re a young woman and you have your head stuck on the right way, would you mind… I mean you only have to if you absolutely want to, but it would be a great help and well… Tarla is trying to further her studies and the tutor I have come along when I work has just taken ill, I wouldn’t usually ask a stranger; but Tarla took to you quite well. Would you mind tutoring her for an hour tonight?” She paused after the long gush of words, eyes calculating. “I will pay you for your time of course and it would be a great help. I’m sure Gio wouldn’t mind some cream or milk to keep him happy.” She turned her head to one side, she believed that if this new girl got out of hand it would be no problem for her crafty daughter to get away and her grandmother was only down the hall.
“You mean you like them?” Tarla’s shock could not have been more apparent, eyes widening as she shot up on her feet. “Oh please stay, it would be so nice, I’l be extra good and work really hard. If they came back now they could have dinner with us and..” She stopped feeling her mothers finger on her lips, quick as a snake; bringing a smile to her face none the less as they both waited for the woman’s response. She would not be surprised if their offer was turned down, but the fact that her mother had even suggested it bought hope into Tarla’s heart that one day her family would be normal.
(sorry if it makes no sense, im more than a little tired!)
Alin moved forward, effectively blocking her daughter from view when Exhale got up; her whole body tensing in anticipation. Her face turning hard as she looked down at him, despite being shorter by a few inches, hand twitching at her side. She gasped when he touched her, knocking her shoulder back in his rush to leave, fear that he was going to say or do something unpleasant. She used the shove to hide the change in her stance, one foot sliding back to support a lunge if it was necessary; she struggled to keep in a normal position. Then he was gone, though she watched him go; eyes trained in the door fir a few moments longer than required.
“Hello Giotto, you have old eyes like my mum; full of light and shadows.” When she spoke it was not like a human baby talking a pet, but someone who interested her and deserved respect. “My name is Talaitha Fonso.” All the while she stayed level with the animal, trying to figure out what was different about it. She tilted her head from one side to the other for some time, lavender hair flipping to cover her face, long strands falling to cover her features completely. She looked up at Scarlet, nodding at what she said, before reaching to scratch beneath the chin of the fascinating creature. The short hairs tickled her fingers, wriggling beneath her nails and brushing untouched skin. She wondered if the had cats like him in their family, cats that traveled the road; sleek animals surviving on almost nothing.
“May I ask your name, I didn’t quite catch it.” Alin moved to the opposite chair, taking it soon after the chills along her spine had begun to ease. “Can I ask a question? If that would be all right of course?” She spoke with an even softness, now watching the woman before her. She struck her as someone who worked hard for the very little she had, it was something to be admired in a person and she did not look down on the fact that it made her a bit scruffy. She had lived on the road, it was a hard life, hoping the next town would pay well, possibly give them a night in the inn for food and a good wash. Most of the time it did not go so well, but they were a happy people, never wanting for what they needed; at least not for long when you had people with such quick hands. She placed her palms carefully on the table, attempting not to let her eyes flick down to rest on her daughters form.
“You’re a young woman and you have your head stuck on the right way, would you mind… I mean you only have to if you absolutely want to, but it would be a great help and well… Tarla is trying to further her studies and the tutor I have come along when I work has just taken ill, I wouldn’t usually ask a stranger; but Tarla took to you quite well. Would you mind tutoring her for an hour tonight?” She paused after the long gush of words, eyes calculating. “I will pay you for your time of course and it would be a great help. I’m sure Gio wouldn’t mind some cream or milk to keep him happy.” She turned her head to one side, she believed that if this new girl got out of hand it would be no problem for her crafty daughter to get away and her grandmother was only down the hall.
“You mean you like them?” Tarla’s shock could not have been more apparent, eyes widening as she shot up on her feet. “Oh please stay, it would be so nice, I’l be extra good and work really hard. If they came back now they could have dinner with us and..” She stopped feeling her mothers finger on her lips, quick as a snake; bringing a smile to her face none the less as they both waited for the woman’s response. She would not be surprised if their offer was turned down, but the fact that her mother had even suggested it bought hope into Tarla’s heart that one day her family would be normal.
(sorry if it makes no sense, im more than a little tired!)
OOC Notes
Wearing dark blue jeans and a black hoodie, Erion walked into the same establishment, just as Exile was exiting, nearly bumping into him as he flew by. Blowing him off as just another rude kid, he continued inside, not even giving it a second thought.
He scanned the customers for a moment before walking over to a table near the back exit and sitting across from a man that could have been his polar opposite.
Where Erion was fairly tall, olive skinned and muscular, his companion was short, pale, and a bit on the scrawny side. Their demeanors were similar ,however; both were calm and rather nonchalant, a sign that this was not a first for either of them.
"Scavenger, I assume?" Erion said, considering extending his hand, but deciding against it.
"And you must be Erebos. " The man replied, with a light smile. "It's nice to finally meet you. Before you ask why I chose to meet in such a public place, I'll tell you now: Technos have been tailing me quite a bit for the last week or so... It took me quite a while to lose them. At times like this, I find it best to blend into a crowd."
"Mmm." Erion responded. " I trust your judgement. You've been in this line of work for longer than I've been alive. Those Technocrats, though... they seem to get ballsier every day. It was the same way in Chicago. I cant help wishing that your generation had simply wiped them all out before the became such a big problem."
Scavenger chuckled lightly. "Yet another mess my generation left behind for yours to clean up, right?"
" One of many.." Erion said, politely waving away a server. "Soo... not that I'm not enjoying the conversation, but... what news do you have for me?"
"Well... two important things have come to my attention." Scavenger said, leaning in closer after taking a sip of coffee from his cup. "I don't know if you've heard this yet, but... as of late, it seems that a fair number of high class mages have taken high ranking positions among the Technos... I've even heard rumors suggesting that it was a group of mages who founded the technocrats to begin with, although that part is neither here nor there. What's important is that some of the strongest in the world of mages have teamed up with our enemies, and that the man you're looking for, was apparently leading the charge, so to speak."
"What?!" Erion said, quite a bit louder than he had intended to. He took a moment to regain his composure before continuing. "Are you sure about this? Absolutely certain?"
"I trust my sources, Erebos. I make a living trading information... you cant make mistakes in my line of work. I'm certain."
"You're right... My apologies. I should have second guessed you like that." Erion replied, rubbing his forehead with his left hand as if he had just gotten a headache. "I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around the information, I guess."
He stood up from his chair and walked over to his informant, producing a roll of hundreds from his pocket and nonchalantly slipping it into his hand. "My thanks for a job well, done. I'm sorry... I'd like to sit and chat for a while, but I have a few things I need to attend to. "
"No need to explain." Scavenger said with another half smile. He stood up as well, after safely tucking the cash away. "We have a business relationship... we're not best friends or anything, youngster. "
"Hm... I guess you're right about that." Erion replied, attempting a smile in return, although he failed miserably. "In any case, be careful out there. If you learn anything new, or if you need a temporary hideout from the Technos, you can find my shop in the phone book under the name David Grey. "
"Will do." The older man replied, turning to walk away.
"Oh... and you should be careful yourself, youngster. The things I hear about that uncle of yours.. none of them are pleasant." He continued without turning back to look.
You have no idea. Erion thought as he made his way back toward the exit, his expression going dark.
Frustrated and lost in his thoughts, the ideas of shielding his mind and masking his presence didn't even occur to him, much less the thought that other mages might be around. He didn't even realize that he had built up a charge until he touched the metal on the door and shocked the crap out of himself. Hoping no one noticed the blue sparks, he made his way back outside as discreetly as possible.
He scanned the customers for a moment before walking over to a table near the back exit and sitting across from a man that could have been his polar opposite.
Where Erion was fairly tall, olive skinned and muscular, his companion was short, pale, and a bit on the scrawny side. Their demeanors were similar ,however; both were calm and rather nonchalant, a sign that this was not a first for either of them.
"Scavenger, I assume?" Erion said, considering extending his hand, but deciding against it.
"And you must be Erebos. " The man replied, with a light smile. "It's nice to finally meet you. Before you ask why I chose to meet in such a public place, I'll tell you now: Technos have been tailing me quite a bit for the last week or so... It took me quite a while to lose them. At times like this, I find it best to blend into a crowd."
"Mmm." Erion responded. " I trust your judgement. You've been in this line of work for longer than I've been alive. Those Technocrats, though... they seem to get ballsier every day. It was the same way in Chicago. I cant help wishing that your generation had simply wiped them all out before the became such a big problem."
Scavenger chuckled lightly. "Yet another mess my generation left behind for yours to clean up, right?"
" One of many.." Erion said, politely waving away a server. "Soo... not that I'm not enjoying the conversation, but... what news do you have for me?"
"Well... two important things have come to my attention." Scavenger said, leaning in closer after taking a sip of coffee from his cup. "I don't know if you've heard this yet, but... as of late, it seems that a fair number of high class mages have taken high ranking positions among the Technos... I've even heard rumors suggesting that it was a group of mages who founded the technocrats to begin with, although that part is neither here nor there. What's important is that some of the strongest in the world of mages have teamed up with our enemies, and that the man you're looking for, was apparently leading the charge, so to speak."
"What?!" Erion said, quite a bit louder than he had intended to. He took a moment to regain his composure before continuing. "Are you sure about this? Absolutely certain?"
"I trust my sources, Erebos. I make a living trading information... you cant make mistakes in my line of work. I'm certain."
"You're right... My apologies. I should have second guessed you like that." Erion replied, rubbing his forehead with his left hand as if he had just gotten a headache. "I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around the information, I guess."
He stood up from his chair and walked over to his informant, producing a roll of hundreds from his pocket and nonchalantly slipping it into his hand. "My thanks for a job well, done. I'm sorry... I'd like to sit and chat for a while, but I have a few things I need to attend to. "
"No need to explain." Scavenger said with another half smile. He stood up as well, after safely tucking the cash away. "We have a business relationship... we're not best friends or anything, youngster. "
"Hm... I guess you're right about that." Erion replied, attempting a smile in return, although he failed miserably. "In any case, be careful out there. If you learn anything new, or if you need a temporary hideout from the Technos, you can find my shop in the phone book under the name David Grey. "
"Will do." The older man replied, turning to walk away.
"Oh... and you should be careful yourself, youngster. The things I hear about that uncle of yours.. none of them are pleasant." He continued without turning back to look.
You have no idea. Erion thought as he made his way back toward the exit, his expression going dark.
Frustrated and lost in his thoughts, the ideas of shielding his mind and masking his presence didn't even occur to him, much less the thought that other mages might be around. He didn't even realize that he had built up a charge until he touched the metal on the door and shocked the crap out of himself. Hoping no one noticed the blue sparks, he made his way back outside as discreetly as possible.
OOC Notes
The moment the young girl’s hand touched his fur, he relaxed his hind muscles. She was tickling along his back, causing him to purr under the soft weight of her hand. Gio watched as she knelt towards his level, her blue eyes locking with his for an oddly long time. Her gaze interested him, for it was almost as if she was treating him more like a human than a pet. The cat had ran into many kids on the street and not one bowed their head at him like she was doing. He pressed his paws down, arching his head up to where it nuzzled against her arm, a natural habit for any cat that was being massaged and enjoyed it. Usually he was hesitant around strangers but he felt okay to be himself around her. She was too innocent to do any harm.
Scarlet watched Exile with worried eyes as he stated he had to leave, wondering if it was at all her fault for his sudden exit. Her eyes fixated on his form as he got up from the table in a clumsy sway, bumping into Alin and then making a run for the outside. Scarlet sighed, but then froze as she heard his words travel through her mind. She was confused by almost everything he was saying besides the whole going to her training zone. If that was what she needed to do to find out what the hell just happened to him, then she would go there. Right she thought in response him, nodding her head in decision.
Giotto looked up at Scarlet briefly, having overheard the whole conversation between Exile and her. Something seems wrong with him, I am sensing potential pain in his near future, he directed towards Scarlet, whipping his tail in a way that it would brush against her arm. His focus then directed back to Talaitha, who was now beginning to talk to him. Hm, very intuitive she was if she was already able to feel his aged soul through his eyes. Yes, she had to be on the verge of figuring out her avatar any day now if she was already so wise for a human. The girl again reached to touch him, this time tickling under his chin as Scarlet had suggested her to do. It was his favorite spot, so this was a nice treat.
Scarlet shifted her head to Alin, then stretched her arm out as if offering her to sit down in where Exile’s seat used to be. “You can call me Scarlet, Alin.” She said in response, then grew quiet as she listened to Alin began to ask her a favor. As the seconds passed she realized it was about a tutoring position for her daughter. Her eyes diverted between the two girls with hesitance. Scarlet sunk deeper into her chair, the corner of her lip twitching. She hated school and the authority behind it. And even if Scarlet was interested in school, she herself was a drop out and never meshed with the school system. She would be a horrible teacher, just horrible. Giotto even began to laughing secretly to Scarlet, knowing that if there was anything this girl disliked, it was obligations, commitments. Scarlet sighed, placing her hand on Giotto’s back.
“I appreciate the offer, Alin. Your daughter seems like a very smart child,” she bit her lip, pushing a few loose strands of hair behind her pale white skin. There was already an expression of guilt on her face because she hated disappointing people. Besides, she had plans later. She was to meet up with Exile, so tonight wouldn’t have been a plausible chance to tutor either. He wanted to see her safe getaway, so to speak. A place where she often practiced spells and shields with Giotto. “I am afraid I would be an awful tutor though.” Scarlet reached forward, brushing the cheek of the young girl in a friendly manner, prepping to compliment her. “And I’m sure you are probably smarter than me in the school category. Plus I have some business to take care of tonight.” She knew that as soon as she would get quiet, Tarla would be showing her reaction, which would most likely me that of sadness.
Giotto, mind doing the room relaxation spell again? I don’t want them to be upset with me, Scarlet swiftly thought to Giotto, who immediately began leaking some of the effects from earlier once again. It spread like an invisible cloud of smoke, wrapping its blanket of warmth around the relaxed. It wasn’t too heavy, but enough to where Scarlet would feel more comfortable. It was a minute after this when Scarlet felt a piercing noise in her head. The intense headache caused her to wince in her seat, outwardly trying her best to conceal the shock. It sounded almost like a scream, but it couldn’t have been, could it? Giotto did say he predicted some sort of pain for Exile, and they did just connect thoughts with her. Was she hearing him in pain? This day was getting more complex by the minute, but altogether turning out to be a fun adventure.
Scarlet relaxed her face once more, trying to erase any sign of disturbance. She wouldn’t be a proper tutor for the girl, but she still felt these two were some very interesting people. She wasn’t quite ready to part her ways with them for good. “But how about this, Tarla... I am in central park everyday basically. If you want, Giotto and I will be there tomorrow doing some fun routines for the public. It is how him and I make a living! He can do some pretty amazing tricks. If your mom doesn’t mind, you all should definitely come and see the show!” She smiled, nodding her head in a confident urge. She couldn’t leave this cafe knowing she upset this cute child. Scarlet did know she had to exit soon though, to see if she could find Exile and see what was going on. Her foot tapped against the floor, nervous habits sinking in.
Scarlet watched Exile with worried eyes as he stated he had to leave, wondering if it was at all her fault for his sudden exit. Her eyes fixated on his form as he got up from the table in a clumsy sway, bumping into Alin and then making a run for the outside. Scarlet sighed, but then froze as she heard his words travel through her mind. She was confused by almost everything he was saying besides the whole going to her training zone. If that was what she needed to do to find out what the hell just happened to him, then she would go there. Right she thought in response him, nodding her head in decision.
Giotto looked up at Scarlet briefly, having overheard the whole conversation between Exile and her. Something seems wrong with him, I am sensing potential pain in his near future, he directed towards Scarlet, whipping his tail in a way that it would brush against her arm. His focus then directed back to Talaitha, who was now beginning to talk to him. Hm, very intuitive she was if she was already able to feel his aged soul through his eyes. Yes, she had to be on the verge of figuring out her avatar any day now if she was already so wise for a human. The girl again reached to touch him, this time tickling under his chin as Scarlet had suggested her to do. It was his favorite spot, so this was a nice treat.
Scarlet shifted her head to Alin, then stretched her arm out as if offering her to sit down in where Exile’s seat used to be. “You can call me Scarlet, Alin.” She said in response, then grew quiet as she listened to Alin began to ask her a favor. As the seconds passed she realized it was about a tutoring position for her daughter. Her eyes diverted between the two girls with hesitance. Scarlet sunk deeper into her chair, the corner of her lip twitching. She hated school and the authority behind it. And even if Scarlet was interested in school, she herself was a drop out and never meshed with the school system. She would be a horrible teacher, just horrible. Giotto even began to laughing secretly to Scarlet, knowing that if there was anything this girl disliked, it was obligations, commitments. Scarlet sighed, placing her hand on Giotto’s back.
“I appreciate the offer, Alin. Your daughter seems like a very smart child,” she bit her lip, pushing a few loose strands of hair behind her pale white skin. There was already an expression of guilt on her face because she hated disappointing people. Besides, she had plans later. She was to meet up with Exile, so tonight wouldn’t have been a plausible chance to tutor either. He wanted to see her safe getaway, so to speak. A place where she often practiced spells and shields with Giotto. “I am afraid I would be an awful tutor though.” Scarlet reached forward, brushing the cheek of the young girl in a friendly manner, prepping to compliment her. “And I’m sure you are probably smarter than me in the school category. Plus I have some business to take care of tonight.” She knew that as soon as she would get quiet, Tarla would be showing her reaction, which would most likely me that of sadness.
Giotto, mind doing the room relaxation spell again? I don’t want them to be upset with me, Scarlet swiftly thought to Giotto, who immediately began leaking some of the effects from earlier once again. It spread like an invisible cloud of smoke, wrapping its blanket of warmth around the relaxed. It wasn’t too heavy, but enough to where Scarlet would feel more comfortable. It was a minute after this when Scarlet felt a piercing noise in her head. The intense headache caused her to wince in her seat, outwardly trying her best to conceal the shock. It sounded almost like a scream, but it couldn’t have been, could it? Giotto did say he predicted some sort of pain for Exile, and they did just connect thoughts with her. Was she hearing him in pain? This day was getting more complex by the minute, but altogether turning out to be a fun adventure.
Scarlet relaxed her face once more, trying to erase any sign of disturbance. She wouldn’t be a proper tutor for the girl, but she still felt these two were some very interesting people. She wasn’t quite ready to part her ways with them for good. “But how about this, Tarla... I am in central park everyday basically. If you want, Giotto and I will be there tomorrow doing some fun routines for the public. It is how him and I make a living! He can do some pretty amazing tricks. If your mom doesn’t mind, you all should definitely come and see the show!” She smiled, nodding her head in a confident urge. She couldn’t leave this cafe knowing she upset this cute child. Scarlet did know she had to exit soon though, to see if she could find Exile and see what was going on. Her foot tapped against the floor, nervous habits sinking in.
OOC Notes
Erion's home was a two story brick building, in the middle of a sea of similar structures. The bottom floor, he used for his business, and dozens of his wares were on display there. Necklaces, bracelets, rings, and other jewelry hung from their shelves; swords, daggers, gigantic warhammers and axes, spears, and just about any other type of weapon you could think of hung from or leaned against walls, or sat neatly on their decorative stands. That stuff was typical merchandise, mostly there to satisfy the curiosity of the "normal" people who happened to wander in. Of course, all his good merchandise, the enchanted jewelry, weaponry, clothing, and tomes were stored in a hidden section of the wall, invisible to the eyes of normal humans and mages alike due to a warding glyph he had created years ago.
The top half of his building was the large apartment he called home. This was where he found himself a couple of hours later. He was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, seated cross legged in the middle of his living room on the hardwood floor. With all the lights out, the room was pitch black. His back was straight, his eyes were closed, and his hands sat on his lap, and even though the room was cool, sweat dripped from every pore on his body.
The news of his uncle's involvement with the Technocrats had left his mind in a state of turmoil, and he had felt a cold rage brewing inside him. Even after an hour and a half of meditation, he could still feel traces of that anger. Granted, he had always been something of a hothead, but he had become very adept at controlling it. Or so he had thought, at least. Lately, his fuse seemed to grow shorter and shorter by the day, and it was beginning to concern him. It just seemed unnatural somehow.
Finally deciding that he was as calm as he cold be at the time, Erion reached out with his mind, drawing in the ether around him. He had tested the limits of his strength daily sine he was a young boy. Back then, he could only draw in a tiny trickle of that invisible river of power, but now, as a man he could summon enough power to wipe out a city block if he felt so inclined.
Not that he flaunted his power or anything. He lived in a world where knowledge was the greatest weapon an enemy could use against you. He didn't enjoy killing, but anyone who had forced him to use his magic hadn't lived to share any details of his abilities with anyone else. All the world of mages knew about him was that he was an enchanter, and he intended to keep it that way. That was also the reason the entire property was warded with glyphs to mask his presence from any prying eyes. No form of energy sensing, clairvoyance, or clairaudience he knew of could reach him within the confines of his home.
Filled to the brim with the power of the storms, his unruly black hair stood on end as he called out to the wind and clouds. Clouds from all over the city gathered above his neighborhood, growing larger and darker, blocking out the light of the moon. It wasn't the size or strength of a natural storm, but it was a storm nonetheless, and he rose from the floor, making his way to the door that lead to his small balcony to greet it. He hoped that the icy rain would help cool his head.
The top half of his building was the large apartment he called home. This was where he found himself a couple of hours later. He was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, seated cross legged in the middle of his living room on the hardwood floor. With all the lights out, the room was pitch black. His back was straight, his eyes were closed, and his hands sat on his lap, and even though the room was cool, sweat dripped from every pore on his body.
The news of his uncle's involvement with the Technocrats had left his mind in a state of turmoil, and he had felt a cold rage brewing inside him. Even after an hour and a half of meditation, he could still feel traces of that anger. Granted, he had always been something of a hothead, but he had become very adept at controlling it. Or so he had thought, at least. Lately, his fuse seemed to grow shorter and shorter by the day, and it was beginning to concern him. It just seemed unnatural somehow.
Finally deciding that he was as calm as he cold be at the time, Erion reached out with his mind, drawing in the ether around him. He had tested the limits of his strength daily sine he was a young boy. Back then, he could only draw in a tiny trickle of that invisible river of power, but now, as a man he could summon enough power to wipe out a city block if he felt so inclined.
Not that he flaunted his power or anything. He lived in a world where knowledge was the greatest weapon an enemy could use against you. He didn't enjoy killing, but anyone who had forced him to use his magic hadn't lived to share any details of his abilities with anyone else. All the world of mages knew about him was that he was an enchanter, and he intended to keep it that way. That was also the reason the entire property was warded with glyphs to mask his presence from any prying eyes. No form of energy sensing, clairvoyance, or clairaudience he knew of could reach him within the confines of his home.
Filled to the brim with the power of the storms, his unruly black hair stood on end as he called out to the wind and clouds. Clouds from all over the city gathered above his neighborhood, growing larger and darker, blocking out the light of the moon. It wasn't the size or strength of a natural storm, but it was a storm nonetheless, and he rose from the floor, making his way to the door that lead to his small balcony to greet it. He hoped that the icy rain would help cool his head.
OOC Notes
“That’s quite all right, I didn’t think you would say yes anyway; but better ask and know, than never ask and always wonder.” Alin smiled taking a sip of her luke warm coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. “I didn’t want you for your school training anyway, not that I suppose that will make any difference to your decision, you have business to attend.” She brushed a hand lightly along her daughter’s back, not wanting her to make Scarlet uncomfortable for refusing. She ran her fingers through the pale lavender hair, humming an almost silent tune to fill the small silence that had filled the room. In a casual gesture she looked down at her watch, looking at the time, knowing that she had plenty of time before she needed to be at work.
“Oh shot.” She muttered standing up. “Chickie I need to run, I must have lost track time, too relaxed in here.” She smiled tightly; worried she might be late. “Here take a taxi home, you have your.. thing don’t you? Ok well keep it in your pocket so you can reach it, you know what I think about people.” She handed over a small fold of notes, giving her a severe glance. She knew her daughter knew only to well what she meant, Alin wanted her daughter to carry a bladed weapon with her wherever she went for protection. She did not trust many people of the city, especially when it came to her daughter; she hated to leave her so suddenly. “I’m so sorry to leave so suddenly, it was a pleasure to meet you and we might pop down and try to find you tomorrow… Ok Tarla, you play safe and don’t be a pain, finish your hot chocolate and go home!”
“Ok mum.” Talaitha spoke with her head off in a cloud. Be safe mum she thought to her mother, causing Alin to pause, glancing back into her eyes. “It would be nice to come see you and Gio, he seems so intelligent; like he’s talking I just don’t understand. I bet he does some amazing tricks.” She sat down opposite the pair, her eyes staying locked on the cat; after all she loved cats more than anything else. She laughed slightly at herself, hurrying with her drink now it was becoming cold. Her long slender legs cloud not quite get her feet to touch the floor, so she let her legs swing beneath the table, relishing each small brush against the ground; despite the fact she hated how tall she was.
“Soo, where do you live? Can I come visit you some time? We are over the park and down three streets…. It’s not that nice, but I have gnana to keep me company.” She tilted her head, slipping into a more childish state of mind now she was away from her mother. Her mother’s fear for her could often be a bit restrictive, making her act even older than she already felt, though most of the time she did not mind, knowing in other ways she was more free than most children her age. She took large gulps of drink, finishing it as quickly as possible, leaving a dark smear around her mouth. She dragged the sleeve of her shirt over mouth, hoping this would dispel the chocolate stain.
“Anyway I should go home, mum worries so much about me, she’s sure to call once she gets to work.” She stood slowly. “It’s rare for mum to ask a stranger to our home, it’s good that she’s being better about it. Do you want to catch a lift part way with me? Or is my cab going the wrong way?” She brushed her hands over her clothes, glad for once that she looked almost normal in the croud of people that were filling into the café in the post work frenzy. “Good bye Gio, it has been very nice to meet you.” She gave the cat another deep nod, reaching out a hand to scratch under his chin. She stood waiting for Scarlet’s answer, eyes fixed to the little cats; head tilted to one side.
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Alin walked through the crowded streets, her white hair whipping around her head, making her vision hazy. She hoped that Talaitha would be ok left with the stranger, but she had little choice, she was late as it was and would have to run to get into her changing rooms on time. She hated being late, priding herself on always being on time and helping out the other girls, making sure everyone was ready for the stage. Above her clouds gathered, but she didn’t stop, knowing she had little time; none to get out her jacket. She pushed her muscles into the movement of her run, dashing forward to shelter and a place she could retrieve her coat; if she was ill when she got into work it would be worse than being late.
She paused beneath the balcony, pawing through her bag to find her small rain mac. To her left she heard foot steps, causing her body to still, tensing for anything that might go wrong. Her hand snaked into her side pocket, taking a grip on her knife; shivering at the idea that anyone had been following her despite the many layers she had on. She had dressed to look as unsexy as possible, wanting nothing to draw attention to her or her daughter. She often passed her clients in the street, it was rare for anyone to notice her. The footsteps passed by her, their patter lost in fall of water as she stood shielded in the opening to a metal workshop. She laughed to herself, so tense over such a little thing.
“I need to get a grip, not everyone in this world wants to hurt everyone else.. or at least not me.” She smiled to herself, pulling off her heavy layers of clothing, hoping that the rain and dark would shield her from any unwanted looks. She dumped her thick jumpers on the floor by her feet, stretching in her thin camisole, glad to be out of the necessary disguise for just a few moments. Her slender form was lit by the light inside the shop, touching on her strong features and slender, well-muscled side; but only for a short moment. She slid her waterproof mac over her shoulders, laughing at the glaring red of it the only shade the shop had left to offer. She pulled the hood up over her bright eyes, hiding her face in shadow as she picked up her discarded clothes, tucking them into her bag.
“I knew it was you.” Came a voice from the dark as she left her little shelter. “Your Candy from that Black Viper club.. I go all the time, you’re so pretty.” A large figure loomed over her, making her heart beat quickly in her chest. She stood frozen for a few moments, trying to look through the darkness into the face of the man. Was this the man that had been stalking all the girls? She shuddered, moving away quickly breath coming quick as her tried to put her hand into her bag. She cursed herself briefly, she had both popered and zipped her bag, giving her no way to her knife. She took a few small steps back, glad of her flat shoes as she shook silently, watching the man advanced on her.
“I’m sorry sir, you must be mistaken. I don’t know the club, just on my way home from work.” She tried to sound cheerful, wanting to seem unthreatening. She took three more steps back, hand reached out behind her to touch the glace of the shop. If worst came to worst she would shatter the glace and hope that it had an alarm. No sooner had she thought about smashing the (Erions) window, than she felt a large hit fall against her face. She had not time to move with the blow like she had been taught, flying a few feet through the air and smashing back into the pavement, far away from the window. She clutched a hand to her face, groping for her bag with the other, she would be fine if only she had a knife in her hand. She flinched at the pop of the popers, frantic as she looked up to find him looming over her.
(sorry went a little ott... havnt edited yet, just wanted to get it up first O.o)
“Oh shot.” She muttered standing up. “Chickie I need to run, I must have lost track time, too relaxed in here.” She smiled tightly; worried she might be late. “Here take a taxi home, you have your.. thing don’t you? Ok well keep it in your pocket so you can reach it, you know what I think about people.” She handed over a small fold of notes, giving her a severe glance. She knew her daughter knew only to well what she meant, Alin wanted her daughter to carry a bladed weapon with her wherever she went for protection. She did not trust many people of the city, especially when it came to her daughter; she hated to leave her so suddenly. “I’m so sorry to leave so suddenly, it was a pleasure to meet you and we might pop down and try to find you tomorrow… Ok Tarla, you play safe and don’t be a pain, finish your hot chocolate and go home!”
“Ok mum.” Talaitha spoke with her head off in a cloud. Be safe mum she thought to her mother, causing Alin to pause, glancing back into her eyes. “It would be nice to come see you and Gio, he seems so intelligent; like he’s talking I just don’t understand. I bet he does some amazing tricks.” She sat down opposite the pair, her eyes staying locked on the cat; after all she loved cats more than anything else. She laughed slightly at herself, hurrying with her drink now it was becoming cold. Her long slender legs cloud not quite get her feet to touch the floor, so she let her legs swing beneath the table, relishing each small brush against the ground; despite the fact she hated how tall she was.
“Soo, where do you live? Can I come visit you some time? We are over the park and down three streets…. It’s not that nice, but I have gnana to keep me company.” She tilted her head, slipping into a more childish state of mind now she was away from her mother. Her mother’s fear for her could often be a bit restrictive, making her act even older than she already felt, though most of the time she did not mind, knowing in other ways she was more free than most children her age. She took large gulps of drink, finishing it as quickly as possible, leaving a dark smear around her mouth. She dragged the sleeve of her shirt over mouth, hoping this would dispel the chocolate stain.
“Anyway I should go home, mum worries so much about me, she’s sure to call once she gets to work.” She stood slowly. “It’s rare for mum to ask a stranger to our home, it’s good that she’s being better about it. Do you want to catch a lift part way with me? Or is my cab going the wrong way?” She brushed her hands over her clothes, glad for once that she looked almost normal in the croud of people that were filling into the café in the post work frenzy. “Good bye Gio, it has been very nice to meet you.” She gave the cat another deep nod, reaching out a hand to scratch under his chin. She stood waiting for Scarlet’s answer, eyes fixed to the little cats; head tilted to one side.
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Alin walked through the crowded streets, her white hair whipping around her head, making her vision hazy. She hoped that Talaitha would be ok left with the stranger, but she had little choice, she was late as it was and would have to run to get into her changing rooms on time. She hated being late, priding herself on always being on time and helping out the other girls, making sure everyone was ready for the stage. Above her clouds gathered, but she didn’t stop, knowing she had little time; none to get out her jacket. She pushed her muscles into the movement of her run, dashing forward to shelter and a place she could retrieve her coat; if she was ill when she got into work it would be worse than being late.
She paused beneath the balcony, pawing through her bag to find her small rain mac. To her left she heard foot steps, causing her body to still, tensing for anything that might go wrong. Her hand snaked into her side pocket, taking a grip on her knife; shivering at the idea that anyone had been following her despite the many layers she had on. She had dressed to look as unsexy as possible, wanting nothing to draw attention to her or her daughter. She often passed her clients in the street, it was rare for anyone to notice her. The footsteps passed by her, their patter lost in fall of water as she stood shielded in the opening to a metal workshop. She laughed to herself, so tense over such a little thing.
“I need to get a grip, not everyone in this world wants to hurt everyone else.. or at least not me.” She smiled to herself, pulling off her heavy layers of clothing, hoping that the rain and dark would shield her from any unwanted looks. She dumped her thick jumpers on the floor by her feet, stretching in her thin camisole, glad to be out of the necessary disguise for just a few moments. Her slender form was lit by the light inside the shop, touching on her strong features and slender, well-muscled side; but only for a short moment. She slid her waterproof mac over her shoulders, laughing at the glaring red of it the only shade the shop had left to offer. She pulled the hood up over her bright eyes, hiding her face in shadow as she picked up her discarded clothes, tucking them into her bag.
“I knew it was you.” Came a voice from the dark as she left her little shelter. “Your Candy from that Black Viper club.. I go all the time, you’re so pretty.” A large figure loomed over her, making her heart beat quickly in her chest. She stood frozen for a few moments, trying to look through the darkness into the face of the man. Was this the man that had been stalking all the girls? She shuddered, moving away quickly breath coming quick as her tried to put her hand into her bag. She cursed herself briefly, she had both popered and zipped her bag, giving her no way to her knife. She took a few small steps back, glad of her flat shoes as she shook silently, watching the man advanced on her.
“I’m sorry sir, you must be mistaken. I don’t know the club, just on my way home from work.” She tried to sound cheerful, wanting to seem unthreatening. She took three more steps back, hand reached out behind her to touch the glace of the shop. If worst came to worst she would shatter the glace and hope that it had an alarm. No sooner had she thought about smashing the (Erions) window, than she felt a large hit fall against her face. She had not time to move with the blow like she had been taught, flying a few feet through the air and smashing back into the pavement, far away from the window. She clutched a hand to her face, groping for her bag with the other, she would be fine if only she had a knife in her hand. She flinched at the pop of the popers, frantic as she looked up to find him looming over her.
(sorry went a little ott... havnt edited yet, just wanted to get it up first O.o)
OOC Notes
After a few minutes standing in the cool rain, Erion found that his mood had indeed improved. A slight smile spread across his face as the water ran down his head, weighing down his hair, and straightening it,making it hang almost to his shoulders. Storms always seemed to have a calming effect on him, not matter how large and destructive they may be. He had never questioned it, assuming it was natural, considering his affinity for them.
It wasn't long, however, before something disrupted his calm.
He took notice of the woman first. She was perhaps a few years older than he was, tall, and even in the dim lighting, he could tell that she was quite attractive. He had never seen hair like her's before... He wondered if white hair like that was a natural occurrence. He had seen stranger things, after all. She was walking in the direction of his building, and seemed to be in quite a hurry.
His attention stayed on her only for a moment, though. He had been with a few women over the years, although they never amounted to anything serious. Lately he had given up on both lust and romance altogether, seeing them as distractions from his goal. No matter how beautiful the woman was, distractions were the last thing he could afford.
He was bout to turn and walk inside when he noticed the man as well. As he was a bit of one himself, Erion had always had a sixth sense about predators, and that man definitely set off his asshole alarm. The way he moved, the way he carefully kept out of the woman's view... he was definitely a hunter stalking prey. This wasn't going to end well.
"Not my problem..." He told himself, although he stayed outside instead of going back in as he had planned, standing there with his arms crossed.
When the woman stopped underneath his balcony to escape the rain he had caused, he knew exactly what would happen.
He heard an exchange of words, although his ears couldn't pick up the entire conversation at that distance. And then, a dew moments later, he heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh, making him flinch.
"Damn it... this is not my problem!" He told himself again, and, again, he turned to walk away. "I don't have time for this..."
Then, something peculiar happened. Like an old war veteran with post-traumatic stress disorder, he had a flashback of that time, years ago, when his uncle tried to kill him. For a moment, he could feel the blows as they landed on his then-fragile body. He felt the flames burn his skin. He felt his bones crack as he was slammed into the walls. And in that moment, one of the mental chains he used to keep his emotions in check snapped.
With a feral growl, he vaulted over the edge of the balcony, infusing himself with the force of the wind as he descended, landing soundlessly behind the man. As he approached the woman on the ground, with that greedy, demented grin of his, Erion approached him as well. The man reached out to grab at the woman, but found that he couldn't move any farther. He turned his head around to find Erion, with a death grip on the collar of his shirt.
"What the hell?" The man said, right before Erion literally tossed him away. He flew about ten feet, crashing into the side of a nearby parked car, and setting off its alarm before he slid to the ground.
"Guess what?" Erion said, slowly advancing on his prey. Once he reached him, he used his left hand to lift him up to where he could look into his eyes.
"It's not nice to hit women!" Erion continued, using his right hand to slap the man repeatedly across the face, bloodying his mouth and nose. Then, literally dragging him across the wet ground, over to the woman. "Now apologize!"
"Wha? I-I-I I'm-" The man stuttered, receiving a smack to the back of his head. "I'm sorry!"
"Good." Erion said, lifting the man to his feet, before forcefully turning him around and kicking him in the butt, causing him to crash to the ground again. "Now get the hell out of my neighborhood! And if I ever see you again, I swear to whatever god you worship, that I'll personally cut off what little manhood you have left and feed it to you!"
Once the woman's assailant had limped off into the distance, he walked over to her and offered her a hand. "I'm uh.. sorry you had to see that. I think I went a little overboard."
He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he ha just done before continuing. "Are you okay?"
It wasn't long, however, before something disrupted his calm.
He took notice of the woman first. She was perhaps a few years older than he was, tall, and even in the dim lighting, he could tell that she was quite attractive. He had never seen hair like her's before... He wondered if white hair like that was a natural occurrence. He had seen stranger things, after all. She was walking in the direction of his building, and seemed to be in quite a hurry.
His attention stayed on her only for a moment, though. He had been with a few women over the years, although they never amounted to anything serious. Lately he had given up on both lust and romance altogether, seeing them as distractions from his goal. No matter how beautiful the woman was, distractions were the last thing he could afford.
He was bout to turn and walk inside when he noticed the man as well. As he was a bit of one himself, Erion had always had a sixth sense about predators, and that man definitely set off his asshole alarm. The way he moved, the way he carefully kept out of the woman's view... he was definitely a hunter stalking prey. This wasn't going to end well.
"Not my problem..." He told himself, although he stayed outside instead of going back in as he had planned, standing there with his arms crossed.
When the woman stopped underneath his balcony to escape the rain he had caused, he knew exactly what would happen.
He heard an exchange of words, although his ears couldn't pick up the entire conversation at that distance. And then, a dew moments later, he heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh, making him flinch.
"Damn it... this is not my problem!" He told himself again, and, again, he turned to walk away. "I don't have time for this..."
Then, something peculiar happened. Like an old war veteran with post-traumatic stress disorder, he had a flashback of that time, years ago, when his uncle tried to kill him. For a moment, he could feel the blows as they landed on his then-fragile body. He felt the flames burn his skin. He felt his bones crack as he was slammed into the walls. And in that moment, one of the mental chains he used to keep his emotions in check snapped.
With a feral growl, he vaulted over the edge of the balcony, infusing himself with the force of the wind as he descended, landing soundlessly behind the man. As he approached the woman on the ground, with that greedy, demented grin of his, Erion approached him as well. The man reached out to grab at the woman, but found that he couldn't move any farther. He turned his head around to find Erion, with a death grip on the collar of his shirt.
"What the hell?" The man said, right before Erion literally tossed him away. He flew about ten feet, crashing into the side of a nearby parked car, and setting off its alarm before he slid to the ground.
"Guess what?" Erion said, slowly advancing on his prey. Once he reached him, he used his left hand to lift him up to where he could look into his eyes.
"It's not nice to hit women!" Erion continued, using his right hand to slap the man repeatedly across the face, bloodying his mouth and nose. Then, literally dragging him across the wet ground, over to the woman. "Now apologize!"
"Wha? I-I-I I'm-" The man stuttered, receiving a smack to the back of his head. "I'm sorry!"
"Good." Erion said, lifting the man to his feet, before forcefully turning him around and kicking him in the butt, causing him to crash to the ground again. "Now get the hell out of my neighborhood! And if I ever see you again, I swear to whatever god you worship, that I'll personally cut off what little manhood you have left and feed it to you!"
Once the woman's assailant had limped off into the distance, he walked over to her and offered her a hand. "I'm uh.. sorry you had to see that. I think I went a little overboard."
He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he ha just done before continuing. "Are you okay?"
OOC Notes
Exile awoke on the floor of his little sanctum, a bit confused, he tried to move and grimaced at the pain that it brought, deciding that moving at the moment was a bad idea. The good thing was, was that his sanctum had a Demense activated at all times, which allowed him to use magic without causing scryers to pick up on his weaving. Healing magic wasn't his most advanced area, but he had a basic understanding to kill pain. He focused his mind into a calm state and focused his mind on healing the best he could. He laid there a moment while he collected his thoughts and just allowed his mind to do what it needed to. In the midst of his healing process, he felt a weird edge of fear, but it soon passed, where had it come from though? He didn't mind it, he just let himself heal for the time being.
A few moments he felt like he was able to move without wincing, but not enough to completely feel uninjured. He stiffly walked about his room, trying to relax his muscles and get them into moving again. He looked about, seeing the little library he had, and his vast archives of newspaper clippings and such. He had kept all of the relative news articles of the Technos and other paranormal activities that had surfaced over time, just in case another case had emerged. That and the man that had taught him of everything had said to do so.
He looked out the window, noticing that it had only been a few hours since he had passed out, he wondered what everyone was up to now. He thought of Scarlet, and with that came Alin and Tarla. He hadn't known much about them but they came into mind. Where had he seen Alin from before. He looked into the distance, noticing a storm growing off in the distance. He liked storms, they were calming. He walked away from the window, and decided on a change of cloths, new khaki pants and a black shirt, doubled with a matching black hoodie, this one with a pair of white angel wings on the back. He hadn't really liked fashion but for some reason, he had brought the extra money for this hoodie. Along with that he packed a poncho in his bag just in case, it rained cats and dogs again. He liked rain, but he hated being really wet. He walked out the door, locking it on the way out.
He walked the streets, blending the best as he could with the crowd, that wasn't hard and that was how he kept from being found. Old habits, "look like the others, and you won't be found." It echoed through his mind, the famous words of his mentor. He made his way across town, the rain picking up as he walked through the side of town where the storm had picked up. His eyes wandering the streets. A man had walked around the corner, in a limp, and it made Exile wonder. He passed the man acting as if he didn't care, looking down the street, where he had come from seeing off in the distance a woman down on the ground and a man offering her a hand. The woman on the ground looked familiar, but he didn't have much time before he bumped into someone on the street. "Ah, sorry, lost in....." Exile cut off as the man pushed him back and continued walking on, cursing under his breath. People round here weren't that friendly, and they sure as hell didn't like people they didn't know. He had tripped backwards catching himself, before he fell, and watched the man walk away. He had stopped, so he had more of a time to look at the woman and man down the street. He headed that way, pulling his hood up to keep the rain off, and to hide his face a little.
A few moments he felt like he was able to move without wincing, but not enough to completely feel uninjured. He stiffly walked about his room, trying to relax his muscles and get them into moving again. He looked about, seeing the little library he had, and his vast archives of newspaper clippings and such. He had kept all of the relative news articles of the Technos and other paranormal activities that had surfaced over time, just in case another case had emerged. That and the man that had taught him of everything had said to do so.
He looked out the window, noticing that it had only been a few hours since he had passed out, he wondered what everyone was up to now. He thought of Scarlet, and with that came Alin and Tarla. He hadn't known much about them but they came into mind. Where had he seen Alin from before. He looked into the distance, noticing a storm growing off in the distance. He liked storms, they were calming. He walked away from the window, and decided on a change of cloths, new khaki pants and a black shirt, doubled with a matching black hoodie, this one with a pair of white angel wings on the back. He hadn't really liked fashion but for some reason, he had brought the extra money for this hoodie. Along with that he packed a poncho in his bag just in case, it rained cats and dogs again. He liked rain, but he hated being really wet. He walked out the door, locking it on the way out.
He walked the streets, blending the best as he could with the crowd, that wasn't hard and that was how he kept from being found. Old habits, "look like the others, and you won't be found." It echoed through his mind, the famous words of his mentor. He made his way across town, the rain picking up as he walked through the side of town where the storm had picked up. His eyes wandering the streets. A man had walked around the corner, in a limp, and it made Exile wonder. He passed the man acting as if he didn't care, looking down the street, where he had come from seeing off in the distance a woman down on the ground and a man offering her a hand. The woman on the ground looked familiar, but he didn't have much time before he bumped into someone on the street. "Ah, sorry, lost in....." Exile cut off as the man pushed him back and continued walking on, cursing under his breath. People round here weren't that friendly, and they sure as hell didn't like people they didn't know. He had tripped backwards catching himself, before he fell, and watched the man walk away. He had stopped, so he had more of a time to look at the woman and man down the street. He headed that way, pulling his hood up to keep the rain off, and to hide his face a little.
OOC Notes
Her fingers fumbled at the zip, trying desperately to get into her bag; everything would be all right as long as she had a knife in her hand. She didn’t even look up at the man advancing on her, so focused on getting into her bag. When she heard the wet thud of his feet, only three paces from where she lay, she looked up, abject terror on her face. Instead of feeling the crush of his boot against her, she saw he was frozen, unable to move forwards under the grip of yet another man. Her bright blue eyes shone briefly, was he their to help her, or did he just want her for herself? She cradled one side of her face, letting her lids shut out one single tear of pain, unseen in under the fall of rain. Her other hand continued to burry through the thick press of her jumpers, searching for the elusive touch of her knife. She feared men, knowing that they could be violent and unyielding when it came to women and she had no thought of not defending herself.
All to quickly she watched the other man play with her stalker like a toy, he was strong and she was unsure as to whether that was a good thing for her. The sound of the car alarm ripped through her, making her jerk where she sat sprawled. Water soaked through her jeans, seeping up from the floor and down from the rain, unable to force herself to stand. All she could think about was her little daughter, she had to make everything ok and then go home. At last her hand felt the solid touch of her oak covered switchblade. Her hand slid out of her bag, clicking open the illegal 8-inch blade, old and warn from practice. Now, despite the fact her clothes were socked, sticking to her skin; she felt in control once more. Her eyes flicking up to the two men, noting the first one was apologising to her. She spat at his feet, knife perfectly balanced in her hand; hatred flowing through her veins at her attacker.
“Uh, thank you.” She blushed, reaching up to take the hand with her empty hand. “You may have been a little rough, but I can’t defend myself in that way.” She pulled herself up using his hand, aware that she wanted to keep a safe distance. She moved out of his personal space quickly, glad that he let her go. She spun the knife in her palm, watching him closely; he didn’t seem to want to hurt her, but she had thought it before. With a final flick of her wrist she closed the knife with a click, deciding that the man was trust worthy enough not to see the way she played with knives so eagerly. She cringed at the lingering pain that laced over her body and face, eyes closing briefly, tilting her head into the cool droplets of rain. Her body ached from both her pain and the fading rush of adrenaline, wet even on the inside of her mac, water seeping along the inside from the puddle she landed in.
“I’m fine, I just wont be able to work for a couple of days.” She chuckled to herself “No one wants to see this.” She pointed at the rapid swelling over the left side of her face, a small smile on her lips; people were so vain and she hated it. She slid her knife into her pocket, offering him a hand in thanks. Up off the floor she could now see that he was only a few years younger than herself, with looks good enough that he could get places he wanted. She sighed, people like that could go anywhere, and while she waited for her daughter to come of age so she could go home. Not that she begrudged her daughter the time she had, but she hated living in the big city, paying her way by dancing like a whore in one of the dingy clubs. She shook herself, she never thought like that, it must have been the knock; taking away her senses.
Behind her she heard footsteps, spinning around her knife once more in her hand; though the blade was concealed. Her eyes slitted against the rain, she moved to the side of her shining dark knight, slightly behind as ever. She did not want or need a stranger behind her, no matter how much he had helped her, she had no trust for men. She saw a figure she recognised and immediately her adrenaline shot up, the creepy guy from the café, he had kept looking at her even though her daughter was right there. She had a good eye for body shapes, it was all you could see when you were up on stage and you had to keep an eye out for rough customers. She did not like how he had looked at her, or that he seemed to want to hide that he was here this time. Unconsciously she reached out, tugging lightly at the newer man’s shirt.
(sorry i didnt wait echo.... emergency friend time tomorrow and i dont know if il be able to post again till that's over in a couple of days! sorry)
All to quickly she watched the other man play with her stalker like a toy, he was strong and she was unsure as to whether that was a good thing for her. The sound of the car alarm ripped through her, making her jerk where she sat sprawled. Water soaked through her jeans, seeping up from the floor and down from the rain, unable to force herself to stand. All she could think about was her little daughter, she had to make everything ok and then go home. At last her hand felt the solid touch of her oak covered switchblade. Her hand slid out of her bag, clicking open the illegal 8-inch blade, old and warn from practice. Now, despite the fact her clothes were socked, sticking to her skin; she felt in control once more. Her eyes flicking up to the two men, noting the first one was apologising to her. She spat at his feet, knife perfectly balanced in her hand; hatred flowing through her veins at her attacker.
“Uh, thank you.” She blushed, reaching up to take the hand with her empty hand. “You may have been a little rough, but I can’t defend myself in that way.” She pulled herself up using his hand, aware that she wanted to keep a safe distance. She moved out of his personal space quickly, glad that he let her go. She spun the knife in her palm, watching him closely; he didn’t seem to want to hurt her, but she had thought it before. With a final flick of her wrist she closed the knife with a click, deciding that the man was trust worthy enough not to see the way she played with knives so eagerly. She cringed at the lingering pain that laced over her body and face, eyes closing briefly, tilting her head into the cool droplets of rain. Her body ached from both her pain and the fading rush of adrenaline, wet even on the inside of her mac, water seeping along the inside from the puddle she landed in.
“I’m fine, I just wont be able to work for a couple of days.” She chuckled to herself “No one wants to see this.” She pointed at the rapid swelling over the left side of her face, a small smile on her lips; people were so vain and she hated it. She slid her knife into her pocket, offering him a hand in thanks. Up off the floor she could now see that he was only a few years younger than herself, with looks good enough that he could get places he wanted. She sighed, people like that could go anywhere, and while she waited for her daughter to come of age so she could go home. Not that she begrudged her daughter the time she had, but she hated living in the big city, paying her way by dancing like a whore in one of the dingy clubs. She shook herself, she never thought like that, it must have been the knock; taking away her senses.
Behind her she heard footsteps, spinning around her knife once more in her hand; though the blade was concealed. Her eyes slitted against the rain, she moved to the side of her shining dark knight, slightly behind as ever. She did not want or need a stranger behind her, no matter how much he had helped her, she had no trust for men. She saw a figure she recognised and immediately her adrenaline shot up, the creepy guy from the café, he had kept looking at her even though her daughter was right there. She had a good eye for body shapes, it was all you could see when you were up on stage and you had to keep an eye out for rough customers. She did not like how he had looked at her, or that he seemed to want to hide that he was here this time. Unconsciously she reached out, tugging lightly at the newer man’s shirt.
(sorry i didnt wait echo.... emergency friend time tomorrow and i dont know if il be able to post again till that's over in a couple of days! sorry)
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ok yea that was uhh a day after my bday.... WTH lol pooooooooost :P
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now im the one waiting lol how long is the question though lol.
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lol I cant believe that is the last thing in the occ still... AND YOU STILL HAVE TO POST~ GRRRRR YOU TOLD ME LAST NIGHT YOU WOULDDD
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man i feel like an idiot, such a long time and yet little happened.......well at least i have more time to post now lol, cause things have finally cooled off for the time being.
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Okay! New post is up. I apologize that it took so long for me to get something up. I'll spare you the details, but my life has been a bit on the... crappy side the last few weeks. Anyway, I'm looking forward to continuing the story. Hope everyone's still game.
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alright lol now to wait on echored then we can get it on the way. Kuro ur free to post whenever too lol.
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sorry its taken me so long to write, im having a bit of block... but on the upside
tadaaaa you have a bit for tarla! enjoy, i hope its not to appalling!
tadaaaa you have a bit for tarla! enjoy, i hope its not to appalling!
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Sorry guys... haven't any time to post lately. I'll work on it tonight
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no i wll will will do this, shut up laptop...... you will obey :) have no fear fellow rpers!
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heh.... I just need talithia to do or say something so that this scene can move on. If you dont want me to wait, I can just pretend she is still like.. shaking and stuff?
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im kinda waiting for Kuroyami... but i can put up a post if you like? i dont need to wait.... but he said he was back :S
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the rp is still going on just had most of the players gone lol, so yea continue and glad to see you guys back.
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Ok what the hell lol, ummm like 3 days since someone said tomorrow....whats up people lol?
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Ok what the hell lol, ummm like 3 days since someone said tomorrow....whats up people lol?
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im finally back with the reall world, my first day to write is tomorrow.. im totally psyched to be back, love you guys!
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i'm finally back online, so if we wanna continue this, i'm definitely game.
