Introduction
Welcome dear friends to Ashweld, some might call it a small town where nothing happens but clearly they haven't been looking close enough. Should one take the time to look around they might notice a few hints of magic here and there. A dead flower alive and blooming the next day, small statues and figures that seem to smile and wink back at you and books that whisper their secrets.
There is magic here in this small town, not everyone is born with it of course but those with the gift have lived their for generations. Ashweld is one of the few remaining magical towns in the world. Magic has all but left this world it seems, and so now those who remain keep their gifts to themselves and their fellows. While there is no real rule that magic must be kept a secret; it is regarded as general knowledge and those who like to share their gift with mortals are often shunned and sent away on their own. The magical community is a strong one and those who are a part of it are sure to find help no matter the problem.
Ashweld is a small country town hidden away in the wilderness, the closest city to it is about 2 hours away, its a coastal tourist place called Clearcliff. While there is no magic there Ashweld does sometimes get a few stragglers from the city. Ashweld quite clearly is self sufficient and they get most of their town funds from the logging business up in the mountains. For the rest the town prefers to have no real business with anything outside its boarders. The folks there feel they have all they need and travel is often looked down upon.
There is a main street that runs through the town that holds most of the shops and interesting places for one to go, as well as a few parts and even a large green house. Most of the homes are modest and nestled away among large pines and oaks. There is greenery everywhere and the townsfolk pride themselves on the quaint appearance.
These are the shops that I would like filled if you have any other ideas for shops and occupations feel free to post them in the OOC. I of course look like someone for each shop but if you desperately want to be a part of a shop that already has all its spots filled I'm sure we can work something out.
Bookstore owner 1: Damien Greyson (Telekinesis) - Taken by Simple_Imperfections
Book store owner 2: Aurora Springfield (Inter-dimensional Travel) - Taken by lizardheartstring
Assistant: Nikita Vraisi (Telekinesis and ability to see spirits.) - Taken by FearofSleep
Flower shop owner: Jannay Arden Polanco (Chlorokinesis) - Taken by toajojo
Assistant: Young Hyun "Daniel" Kim (Healing) - Taken by Chrian Blaire
Apothecary shop keep: Reed Gallagher (Paper Charms) - Taken by blueplastic
Cafe owner: Matthew Robinett (Illusion) - Taken by Mataulvr
Cafe server: Tessa Vane (Ink Manipulation) - Taken by MaliceInWonderland
Psychic shop owner: Character Name (Power) - Open
Sheriff:Clay McCoy (Communication with Dogs) - Taken Mataulvr
Deputy: Character Name (Power) - Reserved by Lostsoulsbleed
Antique store owner: Diana Greyson (Pain Inducement) - Taken by Simple_Imperfections
Art Gallery Owner: Character Name (Power) - Reserved by Braysl
Assistant: Character Name (Power) - Open
Pub Owner: Gerald Strike (Pyrokinesis) - Taken by lizardheartstring
Server 1: Character Name (Power) - Reserved by MoonlightWraith
Server 2: Thomas Kirk (Madness Inducement/Intoxicant Manipulation) - Taken by almostinsane
Bartender: Katherine Bliss Roberge (manipulate emotions) Taken by Lostsoulsbleed
Clothing Store Owner: Charlotte Weaver (Weave Power into Clothes) - Taken by Mackamp
Alright friends thanks for reading all of that, if you are interested in playing as a character I've got a sheet down below for you. Feel free to spice it up if you want, its rather boring but does the job. Reservations last 24 hours. Please only make a character if you a genuinely interesting in doing this for a while with me. I'd love to have this going for a while.
Now here comes the part that everyone loves I'm sure: The Rules...
First one being no anime pictures, just use photographs, gifs are alright and if you want to use a face claim feel free.
I'd like a minimum of a paragraph for each post, feel free to write as much as you like! Sky is the limit.
The OOC is a friendly place and I'd love to see lots of planning and talking!
Feel free to take the story into your own hands, of course no killing any characters (unless with permission of course but I don't really see that happening) If you want a huge plot twist then do a huge plot twist!
As for your characters powers, try to keep it fairly magical as well as give them a certain affinity for a specific genre. Their magic will not branch out of that genre however.
Lastly and the most important yet cheesy rule of them all is have fun.
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"She could just be family you have never met. What you should do is talk to her and try to figure it out." Timothy said and Tessa bit her lip. It was such an odd thing to say. 'Oh hey, you might be related to me but I have no idea who you are' she didn't know how to make that conversation any less awkward and then she thought, what if Cecila was ....odd like her. She really didn't know how to start that conversation. "But you're situation only needs one card. If you want you can pick one." She reached out and touched one of the cards and sat her hands back in her lap. She knew the drill, she sighed. She didn't know why but she had a bad feeling about this.
"This is not how I thought this day would go at all..."
Tessa picked a card just like Timothy knew she would. HE collected the other cards and moved the card Tessa picked to the middle of the table. "Remember. I do not predict the future. I only help guide you to a better tomorrow." He said that every time he did a card reading. Some believed he predicted the future, but that isn't the case. He just helps people understand their situation to make a better decision. He flipped the card over and it was tarot card number eight. Strength. He chuckled a little because it was saying the same thing he said. "Mind of Matter. Actually think about the circumstance. Conquer fears. Control Impulses. Don't lose patience." Timothy looked up from the card at Tessa. "In summary. Think. Conquer. Control. Don't let this situation spin anyway you want. Take control and figure out your problem." He took the card and shuffled it back into the tarot card deck.
Suddenly, the bell chimed again, and a woman with brown hair and intense hawk-like eyes marched into the flower shop. Perhaps the lady's face was just in its natural placid position, but Aurora could tell that there was something serious on her mind. Something much more serious than buying a basket of flowers for Gerald Strike.
"Y'know what...I'll deliver the flowers myself," the redhead stuttered, grabbing the basket and pulling the green note back before Jannay could lay a finger on it. "I'm sure you two will be busy, and I'm in a rush anyway..."
Gracefully pivoting back in the opposite direction, Aurora waved to the flower shop employees before exiting the premises. "So long, Jannay!" she thanked her friend with a nod, "And it was a pleasure to meet you, Daniel!" She then gave them both a small wave, opened the door, and returned to the streets.
The flowers fluttered in the wind, but still respectfully remained in the basket's interior. Jannay's shop was the best, because no matter what you bought, the products were always in good quality. And these daisies were perhaps the best Aurora had ever seen. She walked down the sidewalk in undiluted rapture, even skipping once or twice, until she came to exterior of the Black Bottle pub.
She tugged on the front door a few times, sighing. It was still closed. A little surprising, as it was already lunch time, but not out of expected tolerances. As though she were a thief, the girl slowly gazed left and right, making sure there was nobody there to watch what she was about to do. Suddenly, Aurora disappeared, and popped back five seconds later inside Strike's dark and up-to-date establishment.
The basket went on the bar table first. Then Aurora stuffed the piece of paper into the flower arrangement. She looked around for a couple of moments, but didn't bother to steal anything. As much as she tried, she wasn't really the drinking type. Alcohol didn't give her the same satisfaction as other young adults her age.
When Aurora left the Black Bottle, she pulled out her smartphone, and started to construct a text meant for Damien...
To: Damien
From: Aurora
Heading back to bookstore now. Didja miss me? Srry I took so long...
Hitting send, Aurora mosied back to work. But as soon as one quest had been completed, another one came to distract her. There was an alleyway right beside her. Quiet, dark, unbothered. In other words, perfect.
Again, she checked left and right before bolting into the backstreet, her red lips curling up into a sly-looking smile. Although Aurora wasn't planning anything deceptive - no, she was simply trying something new.
She took a deep breath, stood as stiff as a board, and hastily began to move her hands apart from each other, as if she were trying to rip the air in front of her like wrapping paper on a present. Much to her chagrin, however, absolutely nothing happened. She shrugged, her eyes seeded to the ground. If only she were young again...perhaps it would work....
Strike returned Damien's small nod with a valiant nod of his own, his trademark scowl still scribbled over his eyes and lips and everything inbetween. For a second, his face lifted into an expression of surprise. He hadn't been inside the bookstore in a while. It was much more cluttered than he had remembered.
Tapping his fingers to his forearms, Gerald checked the time on his wristwatch. It was clearly past afternoon, something he hadn't been expecting. He shrugged - it was a stupid move to pair up with Thomas at this time, and he couldn't afford to keep the business unopened any longer. After all, time was money, and for a broke twenty-something like him, money equaled existence.
And so, with the gait of a cunning cat, Strike noiselessly exited the building, not even bothering to tell Thomas that he was leaving the bookstore without him. Hands in the front pockets of his father's raggedy black motorcycle jacket, he strode down the street, coming to the glass-coated entrance of the Black Bottle in a matter of seconds.
He put his key in the door and turned it, the cool refreshing air from inside the pub flooding out into the town. As expected, an old man with tattered clothes slept on the bench by the front door. This homeless man's name was Eugene, and although his skin was withered and wrinkled, his charm remained fresh and youthful. (Especially when he had one to many drinks inside his corpulent stomach.)
Strike grabbed the cane that was nestled on the side of the wooden bench, and with it, tapped the old man's kneecap. He shuddered, his long snore abruptly cutting short as he stared at the young man with intrigue.
"Pub's open, friend." Strike said. Eugene's receding eyebrows raised. "Oh...well goody goody..."
The Black Bottle wasn't lavish, but it wasn't entirely crass. Everything pigmented a black, chestnut, or timid shade of white, the pub was filled with both circular tables and cushy window-side booths that broadcasted the happenings of the bustling streets outside. A long table littered with stools, glasses, and multicolored bottles stood at the very end of the room, an entranceway leading to Strike's upstairs apartment hidden close by. Candles with flickering flames were scattered here and there, as well as a stone-assembled fireplace on the west side of the building. So maybe the pub wasn't entirely grand, but it sure produced a warm, friendly atmosphere that even the most condemning of residents could easily grow comfortable in.
It didn't take long for Strike to notice the arrangement of daisies sitting on the bar's long table. "The hell..." he muttered, approaching the basket in suspicion. There was a green piece of paper next to the blossoms - clearly it had fallen out of the wooden basket a while ago. He picked it up, straightened it out, and read it to himself...
Gerry,
It's been a year since the events of you-know-what, and I just thought I'd give these daisies to you as a sign of gratitude. Forgive me, but...I feel as though I can never truly repay you. So I thought I'd just take your advice a second time. After all, a man once told me that if you "follow the daisies, surely good fortune will find you."
Thanks again for the freedom. I've enjoyed every second of it.
~ A
His lips curling up into a warm smile, Strike shook his head. He'd have to thank her later.
He crumpled the note into his back pocket, and placed the flowers on the floor in a safe spot where they wouldn't be crushed. Approaching the window, Gerald turned the sign on the door, showing cursive letters that read "we are now OPEN." He then put his leather jacket behind the bar, exposing a black tie over a grey-collared, button-down shirt. Finally, he grabbed a white rag and scrubbed down the bar's smooth surace, waiting for customers, or at least his employees, to show up.
Matt was feeling flustered once again. He sat down with Damien and noticed his friend was looking just as nervous as he. He had never known Damien to be a nervous man. He felt his hands being held by Damien and looked down at their interlaced fingers with a clueless expression. Matt was used to their flirting and teasing but Damien had never reached out and held his hand like this. It was different than how a friend might do it. His cheeks were bright red, he listened quietly as Damien went about asking him on a date to the BBQ in the coming weeks.
"You want to go?" Matt looked at him with wide bright eyes and he was about to speak again when Charlotte entered the cafe and grabbed a few premade foods much to his releif and left money on the counter. He swallowed, suddenly his throat was feeling quite different and he had to cough before he wished Charlotte a good day, when she left he turned his attention back to Damien. "Sure... I'd love to be your date Damien." He grinned then and squeezed Damien's hands. "I think that sounds like a lot of fun."
***
Clay climbed onto the Roof with Bo and the settled on the edge of the building. Clay let his feet dangle and he looked on over at Diana and grinned as she told him that she had ordered pizza. "You are a woman after my heart. Clay was a flirt with everyone. He loved women and that fact would always remain true. Women came in all sorts of interesting shapes and sizes and there was always someone new to interest him. Some might call him fickle, while Clay considered himself a cultured connoisseur. "The shop must be quiet today... He gazed down at the quiet streets below them and felt Bo wander around behind him and lean up against him and settle down for a nap. Grinning his patted his friends rump and leaned back against him as well.
He suddenly felt the small buzz of his phone in his pocket and he pulled it out and saw a message from Mimi.
[To: Clay]
[Hey, I'm heading to the Bottle tonight if you wanna come, we're meeting at 9. Hope to see you there, ya lesbian.]
Grinning he quickly replied:
[To:Sidechick1 AKA Mimi]
[I will be there you goof. I want a dance.]
Closing his phone he realized he did make plans with Nikita but perhaps he could swing seeing both women. He glanced over at Diana and nudged her. "So what's new and exciting beautiful?"
"You want to go?" Matt looked at him with wide bright eyes and he was about to speak again when Charlotte entered the cafe and grabbed a few premade foods much to his releif and left money on the counter. He swallowed, suddenly his throat was feeling quite different and he had to cough before he wished Charlotte a good day, when she left he turned his attention back to Damien. "Sure... I'd love to be your date Damien." He grinned then and squeezed Damien's hands. "I think that sounds like a lot of fun."
***
Clay climbed onto the Roof with Bo and the settled on the edge of the building. Clay let his feet dangle and he looked on over at Diana and grinned as she told him that she had ordered pizza. "You are a woman after my heart. Clay was a flirt with everyone. He loved women and that fact would always remain true. Women came in all sorts of interesting shapes and sizes and there was always someone new to interest him. Some might call him fickle, while Clay considered himself a cultured connoisseur. "The shop must be quiet today... He gazed down at the quiet streets below them and felt Bo wander around behind him and lean up against him and settle down for a nap. Grinning his patted his friends rump and leaned back against him as well.
He suddenly felt the small buzz of his phone in his pocket and he pulled it out and saw a message from Mimi.
[To: Clay]
[Hey, I'm heading to the Bottle tonight if you wanna come, we're meeting at 9. Hope to see you there, ya lesbian.]
Grinning he quickly replied:
[To:Sidechick1 AKA Mimi]
[I will be there you goof. I want a dance.]
Closing his phone he realized he did make plans with Nikita but perhaps he could swing seeing both women. He glanced over at Diana and nudged her. "So what's new and exciting beautiful?"
Damien was happy Matt agreed to go to the BBQ with him. He was worried that Matthew didn't like him the way Damien liked him. But now he felt better. He let out a sigh of relief, squeezing his friend's hands back. "I'm so happy you said yes. I was worried you wouldn't." Damien should have known better, but it was a fear of groceries. His nervous grin turned into a smile. His eyes gazed the clock and then back at his friend. Damien did need lunch before he went back over to the book store. The last thing he needed was an empty stomach. Just then his phone buzzed. "Hold on a moment." He pulled out his phone and saw the text from Aurora. Matt saw no reason to respond. He would see her in about twenty minutes. Pocketing the phone, he brought his attention back to Matt. "If this is your lunch. Can I enjoy it with you?" Matt didn't like eating alone.
Diana looked at Clay and put the phone away. The pizza should be here soon considering the brunette never tolerated late food. It had twenty minutes to be at her door or she didn't pay. The pizza place knew that hence why she got her pizza faster than most people. Call it special treatment or appeasement. Diana still got her pizza before everyone else. She was a top priority. "So what's new and exciting beautiful? She shrugged. Nothing really ever goes on with her. "I said more than two words to a person that I didn't know." That was a big deal considering she didn't even like talking to people she didn't know. "And I didn't hurt him." Also another accomplishment. "What about you?"
Today seemed to be one of those days where you were overly sentimental, Thomas decided. He and Nikitia had found themselves in the back of the bookshop, Thomas producing drinks out of thin air, or oxygen, nitrogten, carbon dioxide, etc. if you prefer, and Nikitia paying for drinks. Thomas produced a drink for himself and added a five on the growing pile on the table. He texted Strike a bit ago with, Serving drinks. Saving us the cost of buying them with my talent.
"People are hypocrites. They see one habit they don't like or hear one word they think is "vulgar" and they flip out. And they think they're open-minded? Fuckers want a villain. I just fit the pattern."
He took a large gulp of his drink and sighed.
"Is needing a beer or a shot of whiskey in the morning really that different than a cup of coffee?"
"People are hypocrites. They see one habit they don't like or hear one word they think is "vulgar" and they flip out. And they think they're open-minded? Fuckers want a villain. I just fit the pattern."
He took a large gulp of his drink and sighed.
"Is needing a beer or a shot of whiskey in the morning really that different than a cup of coffee?"
The room smelled of rancid water and rosemary. A combination that either you grow to love or can turn your stomach like; a dead animal run over on the road.“ Dammit!!” beating her fist into her work table. “This passage is impossible to decipher!” repeating the Latin over and over again “Ex plumis NUTRIX, Ex plumis NUTRIX, Ex plumis NUTRIX!!!” exhausted she laid her head on the table. Her brain physical hurt from the last few hours of work. Slowly rising, she capped her varies herbs, organs, roots, feathers and flowers. She washed the workbench down with distilled water, infused with chamomile and mint (like Mrs. Gossamer had taught her). “Come on Hobart.” Hobart stretched in his wicker basket and lazily followed Charlotte across the catwalk that connected her to Bronson Lace and her loft.
Grabbing her bag and water she headed for the door.“I hope Red is working. He always makes me feel better." The day proved to be much warmer than she expected. It was amazingly beautiful and with each passing step she began to feel more like herself again. Rounding the corner, she saw Clay and D-man's sister on the roof, off in the distant. She didn't know why it bugged her so much to see them together and the closer she got the more mischievous she felt. When she got right in front of the antique shop, she looked up, and without a second thought she yelled,“Hey Clay, don't stay up there too long, you wouldn't want to get sunburned, would you? It is awful hot; I'm going to cool off at the lake, if you're interested?” With that she continued walking, past the apothecary shop and through the park to the lake. All the time thinking, “I can't believe you just did that."
Nikita let out a weary sigh and took a large swig of her drink, it was one of the beers she'd brought, as a matter of fact. Gradually, she started getting a slight a slight buzz. She had lost count of how many drinks she consumed, and having a high alcohol tolerance, it took quite a bit of the stuff to give her a buzz. Once she felt that all too familiar sensation, the brunette knew she'd already drunk a considerable amount.
Her attention then shifted towards Thomas as he began to speak.
"People are hypocrites. They see one habit they don't like or hear one word they think is "vulgar" and they flip out. And they think they're open-minded? Fuckers want a villain. I just fit the pattern." After a drink, he sighed and continued, "Is needing a beer or a shot of whiskey in the morning really that different than a cup of coffee?"
"Yeah," Nikita agreed, "I fuckin' hate how some people are so sensitive with that shit. Like hey, life's fuckin' short, stop being a little pissbaby over stupid stuff you consider vulgar. That bullshit doesn't even fucking matter in the whole "grand scheme of things," y'know? People need to stop acting like special snowflakes." She blurted, downing the rest of her bottle's contents then slamming it on the table before them. "Jesus christ, I hate people." Mumbled Nikita, now having become remarkably frustrated. She exhaled irritably, and fought the urge to punch something or send an object flying. Instead she just clenched a fist, and ignored the slight pain as her nails imprinted tiny crescents into her palms.
(Sorry if some of this is kinda awkward to read, I'm pretty damn tired.)
Her attention then shifted towards Thomas as he began to speak.
"People are hypocrites. They see one habit they don't like or hear one word they think is "vulgar" and they flip out. And they think they're open-minded? Fuckers want a villain. I just fit the pattern." After a drink, he sighed and continued, "Is needing a beer or a shot of whiskey in the morning really that different than a cup of coffee?"
"Yeah," Nikita agreed, "I fuckin' hate how some people are so sensitive with that shit. Like hey, life's fuckin' short, stop being a little pissbaby over stupid stuff you consider vulgar. That bullshit doesn't even fucking matter in the whole "grand scheme of things," y'know? People need to stop acting like special snowflakes." She blurted, downing the rest of her bottle's contents then slamming it on the table before them. "Jesus christ, I hate people." Mumbled Nikita, now having become remarkably frustrated. She exhaled irritably, and fought the urge to punch something or send an object flying. Instead she just clenched a fist, and ignored the slight pain as her nails imprinted tiny crescents into her palms.
(Sorry if some of this is kinda awkward to read, I'm pretty damn tired.)
A whirlwind of thoughts clouding up her mind, Aurora lumbered down the sidewalk, the bookstore in sight. During her walk, she had repeatedly checked her phone, waiting for Damien's response to her text message. None came, however, and she started to grow worried. Was he disappointed in her? Did he not care? Did he not need her help? Now she wouldn't know the answer to those questions, because he didn't text back.
"Typical boy," Aurora mused, reassuring herself that she was just making up unnecessary problems in her tiny, idiotic head.
Reaching her workplace, she pushed the bookstore door open with haste. She wasn't expecting to see Nikita and Thomas Kirk sitting in the back, both getting lost in an ecstasy of alcohol. Frozen, she stared, her eyes widening in surprise, intrigue, and embarassment.
"Uuuuuummm....okay." She had no idea what was going on, or why Thomas Kirk was there, or why Damien had disappeared, but she tried to go with the flow.
"Sorry I'm intruding on your...uh...session," Aurora said, her cheeks glowing red for the second time that day. She scurried up to the front counter, her back turned to Nikita and Tom, and just arranged books and things, keeping far away from their conversation.
"Yeah," Nikita agreed nursing her own drink. He nodded along with her as she continued., "I fuckin' hate how some people are so sensitive with that shit, y'know? Like hey, life's fuckin' short, stop being a little pissbaby over stupid stuff you consider vulgar. That bullshit doesn't even fucking matter in the whole "grand scheme of things," y'know? People need to stop acting like special snowflakes." She blurted, downing the rest of her bottle's contents then slamming it on the table before them. "Jesus christ, I hate people."
He watched her pensively. He noticed the way her nails raked across her skin, but he didn't say anything. He had punched walls more times than he could count when he felt particularly frustrated, not to mention clenching his fists until they bled.
"Sorry I'm intruding on your...uh...session," came a voice at the door. Thomas looked up and noticed it was Aurora. He shrugged at her. He never had the heart to snap at her or anything. She was a kind soul.
"I've noticed that people follow a pattern. I've watched it ever since my dad died. They smile and do not understand. And they stop acting nice when you don't play along with their predictable little imaginations."
He finished his drink.
"At least you're not fake," he told her, a compliment in his view.
He watched her pensively. He noticed the way her nails raked across her skin, but he didn't say anything. He had punched walls more times than he could count when he felt particularly frustrated, not to mention clenching his fists until they bled.
"Sorry I'm intruding on your...uh...session," came a voice at the door. Thomas looked up and noticed it was Aurora. He shrugged at her. He never had the heart to snap at her or anything. She was a kind soul.
"I've noticed that people follow a pattern. I've watched it ever since my dad died. They smile and do not understand. And they stop acting nice when you don't play along with their predictable little imaginations."
He finished his drink.
"At least you're not fake," he told her, a compliment in his view.
Strike wasn't expecting the pub to be so lackadaisical in nature. It was still barren and bland. Only Eugene sat in one of the sleek black booths by the window, all by his lonesome as he wistfully gazed out the tinted window, a shotglass twirling in his hands. He had on his usual whimsical stare, the stare that Strike understood as him longing for his eventful past, whatever it had been like. The way he glared out into the unknown like a lost puppy, Strike couldn't help but feel his pain. Or rather, feel like he was in the old man's ruddy shoes himself.
But before Strike could succumb to the brooding emotions Eugene's loneliness produced, he decided to shoot out a few texts to his colleagues. He pulled his phone from out of his pocket, his brow furrowing as his eyes skimmed across Tom's text message that had been sent rather recently.
From: Tom
Serving drinks. Saving us the cost of buying them with my talent.
Gerald scoffed at the screen and quickly replied.
To: Tom
From: Strike
Very funny. Get your ass over here or you're not getting paid today.
He then scrolled down through his contacts until he found Kat's name.
To: Kat
From: Strike
You sick or something? Still waiting for you and Tom at work.
On a less sarcastic and critical note, he then decided to text Aurora and thank her.
To: Rory
From: Strike
Wonder who left me the present at work today...
It only took ten seconds until his phone vibrated. If she was at the bookstore where she worked, it clearly wasn't busy.
From: Rory
Glad you liked it! :) I thought youd think it was stupid
His lips curled ever so slightly
To: Rory
From: Strike
It was stupid, but in a good way. Thank you. I can't believe you even remembered about that.
She replied, but it took her a minute instead of a couple of seconds.
From: Rory
How could I forget??? Its more than just redemption to me, Gerry. Anyways, I have to tell you something. Its about my power...I think its more than just a gateway.
Strike stared at the screen for a moment, bewildered. He looked around. Still nobody in the pub except Eugene.
To: Rory
From: Strike
What do you mean?
Now it took her two minutes to reply.
From: Rory
Well yknow how we met in like a dream? I think subspace is connected to stuff like that. Dreams, ideas, thoughts...even my emotions. Not only is it an add-on to reality, but its parallel to it. And I think people are connected to those add-ons too. You and me and everyone else. There are millions of us. I could tell you more, and Im going to tell you more soon. But...yeah. KK imma go now. Ttyl.
Aurora slammed the phone down on the counter near the register and stretched, a long puff of air expelling itself from her lips, which were starting to grow dry and chapped. The bookstore was dead, Nikita, Thomas Kirk, and gallons of alcohol were conversing in their private, slightly angsty discussion, and Aurora was all alone. And all of a sudden, all of the pessimistic, unworthy feelings she had tried to supress with meds daily - the roller-coaster affect of her mood swings - they painfully started to bubble up inside of her like boiling hot water inside a metal pan. She needed some air. And quickly. This bookstore was just too dark...
She grabbed a stool and the fantasy novel she had been reading before, and noiselessly slipped outside. She placed the stool by the front door, it's green paint chipping as per usual. The sunny weather had been refreshing before, but now it just felt dense and muggy. The cloudless sky above her was in it's pre-sunset phase; not dark, but a dull, turquoise shade of blue. A very boring hue. Sighing, she opened up her book and began to flick through the pages.
Thirty pages in, and she wasn't entertained at all. She felt nothing. She was nothing. Aurora wanted to throw the shitty piece of crap-literature on the ground, and eventually she did. What was she doing here? Why was she in Ashweld? She had millions of fantasies at her fingertips, and yet none of them felt whole and real enough than the one she had left behind. She stared long and hard at the golden ring around her finger, tears lining the back of her eyes. Had she been selfish, or right? She only wanted escape and freedom, but now that she had it, she was lost. Undefined. Incomplete. Spinning in circles. Even a town filled with superpowered people like her couldn't quell her need to forgive him. He'd shown her love, even if it was set up, and she had shown him fire...
Suddenly, she slapped herself. LITERALLY slapped herself. No - she needed to control her unstable emotions. This was just her mental disease speaking to her. She had been put in a cage. A stupid gilded cage. But every time she repeated those words in her head, the more they formed into a sugarcoated lie.
Having enough, she stood up, deciding that she'd visit subspace for a while to take her idiotic mind off of idiotic things. But as she looked left and right for the third time that day, she realized that no one was around. It was so desolate, so quiet, so dry, that the world felt like a ghost town. Aurora wouldn't be surprised if a tumbleweed passed through the streets. Maybe it was just an uneventful day...
Maybe it was time to try again.
She looked down at her feet, exhaled, and spread her arms out shoulder-width apart. The girl would get it right this time. She had to. Aurora pulled the air in front of her open again, this time relaxing instead of tensing up. Nothing. She pulled harder. Still nothing. Even harder. Again, nothing. And then when she stretched her fingers apart, moving her feet away from each other as she stomped onto the dirty cement, she felt something. A slight tug. A door.
She tried not to gasp or exert more energy in surprise through her toil. This was just like fishing - if she yanked the line too hard, she was sure to lose the the prize. And this wasn't just some casual fishing she was doing, this was the fishing freaking championships. However, she was losing her catch just by remaining lax, so she pulled harder. It came closer. Harder. Even closer. HARDER. She almost had it...
And then suddenly, without warning, without expectations, without delay, a force pelted her so hard, that she fumbled to the ground. It sounded like a miniature explosion, but it felt like a whirlwind, sucking her in. She removed the strands of stringy red hair away from her face, and looked up at her creation. There, standing two feet in front of her, was a field. Or rather, a field inside of a circular, vibrating portal outlined in a blue mystical light. Her breath stolen, Aurora stared in awe. She had done it. She had opened a door outside of subspace. She had proven that universes were connected to reality, like she had theorized.
She put her right hand through the swirling vortex, and as if on cue, a bird perched in one of the far-off treetops flew closer, situating itself on her pale white fingertips. This wasn't some ordinary bird. It was blue, but it wasn't a bluejay. No, it's color was that of the sky. It had the figure of a raven, but instead of being the symbol of night, it was the essence of day.
And when the bluebird flew from her fingers straight into the world of Ashweld, that's when Aurora felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was as if the life had instantly been drained from her, her knees going wobbly, her ears popping, then ringing. Her head about to explode. She collapsed right there, lifelessly unconscious while a slick, black shadow slinked through her portal, multiplying itself like a sped-up amoeba until it came in a dozen large shades of coal-like smoke, and sped through all parts of the town. It was an unnatural wind with no intentions of being tamed.
Aurora had not simply created a portal.
She had created a monster.
Charlotte's book, " Binary Star ", was genuinely a good read, but she was distracted. It wasn't like her to be so forward. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and for the last few months she felt drawn to the Sheriff....felt connected, like there was some energy source that was pulling her towards him. Of course, she knew that was crazy and obviously he didn't feel that same draw or he would have said something to her, right?
Nikita's dolefully tired eyes flicked towards Thomas and the alcohol, then towards Aurora as she entered the bookstore and gazed at the two of them in surprise. Her anger vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a mixture of panic, curiosity, and confusion.
"Sorry I'm intruding on your...uh...session." Her coworker said, hastening to the front counter, obviously a bit flustered from seeing Nikita and Thomas sitting in the back, shooting the shit over gallons of alcohol.
Nikita raised an eyebrow. Session?
The brunette was curious as to what she'd meant, as her coworker's words only somewhat registered due to her blissful intoxication. However, she wasn't curious enough to leave her seat and confront Aurora.
Shortly after her concern with the bookstore's co-owner dwindled, Nikita's attention span and energy did the same. Regardless, she listened to Tom as he spoke, but had lost all drive to reply. Still, she thanked him for what she supposed was a compliment and said he was pretty cool himself.
The bookstore was then still and quiet for a moment as Nikita stared into space, her consciousness gradually fading while she grew wearier and wearier by the second. She glanced over at the other beer she'd brought and snatched the bottle off the table, uncapped it and took a swig.
It was a lighter, crisp beer with a slight twang of citrus. It was one of Nikita's favorites, although there were better beers.
While downing another gulp, she noticed Aurora get somewhat restless and quickly slink out of the store. Curiosity returning, and her boredom winning over her fatigue, she stood, beer in hand, and quietly shambled over to the door. Nikita paced around and watched, dreariness slowly coming back, until she witnessed Aurora try to sort of.. pull the air apart.
Nikita vaguely knew of the ginger's power. She knew that it was some form of interdimensional travel, but didn't know where exactly she went or the other specifics of it. So, as Nikita saw her attempting to pull the air apart she assumed that was how she traveled.
That is, until Aurora fell to the ground in a burst of wind, which sounded like a damn explosion. Nikita flinched from behind the glass door, taken aback by the sudden noise. Awed, she stared at the circular portal that stood before her coworker, who seemed to be as wonderstruck as she was.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes, then downed another drink of her beer. She wondered what in the hell was going on, as a strange bird fluttered into Ashweld. It had the body of a raven, but was nearly the same color as the daytime sky.
Suddenly, shivers ran down her spine as an odd, shadowy black figure slipped through the portal and began multiplying itself, scattering all over the small town. Nikita rushed outside while Aurora lay collapsed on the ground. She panicked.
Did.. Did that really just happen? Did I really just fucking see that?
A whirlwind of questions raced through her head as she paced around the outside of the bookstore. Was she that drunk? Had she been seeing things? What was that shadowy thing?
"What the fuck.." She breathed. Nikita was far too tipsy to think or do anything helpful, so instead she remained in the front of the store, wishing she had a harder drink.
"Sorry I'm intruding on your...uh...session." Her coworker said, hastening to the front counter, obviously a bit flustered from seeing Nikita and Thomas sitting in the back, shooting the shit over gallons of alcohol.
Nikita raised an eyebrow. Session?
The brunette was curious as to what she'd meant, as her coworker's words only somewhat registered due to her blissful intoxication. However, she wasn't curious enough to leave her seat and confront Aurora.
Shortly after her concern with the bookstore's co-owner dwindled, Nikita's attention span and energy did the same. Regardless, she listened to Tom as he spoke, but had lost all drive to reply. Still, she thanked him for what she supposed was a compliment and said he was pretty cool himself.
The bookstore was then still and quiet for a moment as Nikita stared into space, her consciousness gradually fading while she grew wearier and wearier by the second. She glanced over at the other beer she'd brought and snatched the bottle off the table, uncapped it and took a swig.
It was a lighter, crisp beer with a slight twang of citrus. It was one of Nikita's favorites, although there were better beers.
While downing another gulp, she noticed Aurora get somewhat restless and quickly slink out of the store. Curiosity returning, and her boredom winning over her fatigue, she stood, beer in hand, and quietly shambled over to the door. Nikita paced around and watched, dreariness slowly coming back, until she witnessed Aurora try to sort of.. pull the air apart.
Nikita vaguely knew of the ginger's power. She knew that it was some form of interdimensional travel, but didn't know where exactly she went or the other specifics of it. So, as Nikita saw her attempting to pull the air apart she assumed that was how she traveled.
That is, until Aurora fell to the ground in a burst of wind, which sounded like a damn explosion. Nikita flinched from behind the glass door, taken aback by the sudden noise. Awed, she stared at the circular portal that stood before her coworker, who seemed to be as wonderstruck as she was.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes, then downed another drink of her beer. She wondered what in the hell was going on, as a strange bird fluttered into Ashweld. It had the body of a raven, but was nearly the same color as the daytime sky.
Suddenly, shivers ran down her spine as an odd, shadowy black figure slipped through the portal and began multiplying itself, scattering all over the small town. Nikita rushed outside while Aurora lay collapsed on the ground. She panicked.
Did.. Did that really just happen? Did I really just fucking see that?
A whirlwind of questions raced through her head as she paced around the outside of the bookstore. Was she that drunk? Had she been seeing things? What was that shadowy thing?
"What the fuck.." She breathed. Nikita was far too tipsy to think or do anything helpful, so instead she remained in the front of the store, wishing she had a harder drink.
There was a lull as the alcohol finally took effect in Nikita's case and Tom felt his phone ring. He opened it up and read the message from Strike. He frowned indignantly at what he read.
To: Tom
From: Strike
Very funny. Get your ass over here or you're not getting paid today.
Strike knew his powers. The man should know that he really was earning money by literally conjuring drinks they didn't have to order from their suppliers out of thin air. Still, swallowing his anger, he sighed and followed his friend outside, preparing a reassuring reply when he saw something.
Okay. He was barely even tipsy. He wasn't at the stage of seeing hallucinations yet. He saw Nikitia's dazed look and he pressed a hand on her shoulder to ease the effects of the alcohol somewhat. He grimaced.
"This isn't good."
He prepared a text for Strike.
To: Strike
From: Tom
Major accident with Aurora's powers. Aurora unconscious, Nicky a bit buzzed. Shadowy creatures running all over the place. Call the sheriff. He might believe you more than he would me.
He bent down to check Aurora's body.
"Nothing physically wrong. Fuck."
Magic was a drag sometimes.
To: Tom
From: Strike
Very funny. Get your ass over here or you're not getting paid today.
Strike knew his powers. The man should know that he really was earning money by literally conjuring drinks they didn't have to order from their suppliers out of thin air. Still, swallowing his anger, he sighed and followed his friend outside, preparing a reassuring reply when he saw something.
Okay. He was barely even tipsy. He wasn't at the stage of seeing hallucinations yet. He saw Nikitia's dazed look and he pressed a hand on her shoulder to ease the effects of the alcohol somewhat. He grimaced.
"This isn't good."
He prepared a text for Strike.
To: Strike
From: Tom
Major accident with Aurora's powers. Aurora unconscious, Nicky a bit buzzed. Shadowy creatures running all over the place. Call the sheriff. He might believe you more than he would me.
He bent down to check Aurora's body.
"Nothing physically wrong. Fuck."
Magic was a drag sometimes.
The exquisitely beautiful day was just beginning to lose its luster. A few hours from now the mid-day sun would fade to dusk on the horizon. Charlotte was still contemplating what a fool she made of herself; when an eerie wind flipped the pages of the book, wakening her from her daze. Shuttering she grabbed her sweater from her bag. This was no ordinary sweater. Her nanny, Mrs. Gossamer, wove it for her and told her to keep it with her always, that the sweater would protect her in more than one way. (Charlotte was not born with a power, but because of her gift of enchantment, her intuition was elevated beyond normal). Thumbing through her book, half heartly.... "O.K. he has 30 more minutes and if he doesn't show up I'm leaving.....and I'm going to ignore my damn intuition from now on and him!!" rereading a line, then thumbing threw her book again; she pulled her sweater up around her neck, the unnatural wind making Charlotte feel uneasy. Suddenly the ground shook with a shockingly loud explosion, and Charlotte immediately leaped to her feet and stared in the direction of the sound, the direction of Ashweld. "What the hell was that?" Charlotte couldn't see anything for the trees; slung her bag on her back and with caution, ran towards towne.
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