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Euphemia Magdalena

"The Widow Magdalena"

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a character in “The American Dream”, originally authored by Guest, as played by RolePlayGateway

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The Widow Magdalena
"Nemo" ~ Nightwish
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Name
Euphemia Magdalena (Nee: Klee)

Age
Two Hundred Thirty Eight years old

Gender
Female

Species
Vampire

Skills
Over the years I've acquired a number of skills to suite myself;

  • I'm a brilliant cook and homemaker, and have won the Bluffington bake sale for the past dozen years. Of course it's not really a competition, but still I raise the most money for the school.
  • I am musically inclined, I play Piano and sing. At one time in my life I worked as a lounge singer to pay my way, but that was Prohibition.


Sexuality
Bisexual

Goals
"In life? That was a very long time ago, In death all I want is to raise me daughters in the manner they are accustom to. Which as the time goes on is becoming more difficult."

History
"I was born in the year of our lord 1776, to Privet Jeremiah Klee (Clay) and his wife Catherine Hoy (Heu), in the small town in Berks County, Pennsylvania. My given name is Elizabeth Klee, and I was born human if you can believe it. I grew up like many girls of the time, a loving father and doting mother. Father was Privet in Capt. Soder’s company out of our hometown.

When I was sixteen I met, George Albert Hoy and was informed of our betrothal. He was three years older then I, and the son of a merchant. I was scared and young and I didn't know what to do, I barely knew George and had girlish dreams of romance and love. Alas we were married, and I bore him nine children John Albert, Mary Barbara, Elizabeth, George Jr, Jerimiah, Susanna (Read her story it’s crazy), Henry, Sarah, & Maria Christina. I was happy with him; he was a good man a sweet man.

Wail I was pregnant with my ninth child, a man came into my husband’s shop. A man whose name I have not spoken in two hundred years, so pardon me if I am vague about his identity. Something brought us together, a force I have only come to terms now as magic. The friendship between him and George grew and when our ninth child was born our little Maria Christina he was named her Godfather.

After I recovered from the birth, I began seeing him more and more first on friendly terms then to my shame, much more passionate circumstances. We began talking of leaving together, but I could not. I couldn’t leave my husband and children. He left town I have not seen nor heard of him since. Alas he left one final parting present, two identical twin girls my Lilly and Rose. I never told George of the affair but It has haunted my soul ever since.

Five years later; The Magistrate, Joshua Magdalena began taken an interest in me. My daughter Susannah saw something in the man’s eyes something evil and vile, she warned me not to spend company with him. I should have headed her warnings. He forced me to lay with him, or he’d tell George of my infidelity. I lay still as a rock as he ravished me, every moment praying it would be over when he pressed his lips to my neck and sunk in his sharp fangs, a piercing pain shivered across my body.

I don’t know what happened after that, I found myself in a large wooden box buried in the local cemetery. Joshua came for my, dug me up and explained what he had done. He was Vampire, and he made me one as well. Nearly a decade I spent subservient to his will, because I had nowhere else to go. My family believed me dead, my husband was remarried and happy, and the only other man I loved with all my heart had vanished without a trace. Sometimes at night I would watch my family from a far, watch them grow up.

One night though I watched Lilly and Rose sneak out and get in some trouble with some boys. They grabbed them down, and pulled up their skirts I in a true momma bear mentality stormed in saved my girls from ridicule. They laid there unconsense at my feet, and the thought came to me. Turn them, and have my girls for eternity. So I turned them, and in few days’ time they I dug them up and we left that town for the city where I got a job in a textile factory.
Over the centuries it has been the same routine, live a little in one place move to a new get a new job, and try to blend in. When I heard of Buffington, I knew at last there was a place where we didn’t have to leave in a few decades."


((Note: majority of names mentioned above are real people who lived in Pine Grove Mills Pa area, in the 1700’s.))

Miscellaneous
She loves her daughters, Rose and Lilly more then anything and would do anything to protect them. They have changed there names over the past few hundred years, and are known by a few allies.

So begins...

Euphemia Magdalena's Story

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Euphemia had awakened early this morning, and started slaving away in her kitchen. It was a big day today, and she wanted to make it feel special that's why she was making a Cherry-Berry Pie for her girls this evening. Dear George always loved that and every year on his birthday she would make it for him. That's what today was, his birthday and even though it has been two hundred years since his death, she continues the tradition nonetheless. It kept sane, there was a time, (a long time ago now) when she would spend a year saving up the money to buy the ingredients. Now with supermarkets, it seems so much easier to just buy the raw ingredients in a days’ notice.

Like clockwork, Lilly and Rose came stumbling down the stairs wearing far too inappropriate clothes. β€œNo,” she said in a harsh tone, β€œYou are not leaving my house wearing that, your father would have had a fit if he saw you dressed so.”

Rose, looked at her mother and sighed her old fashion mind was never good at accepting new things. They had the old stove, for a century before she gave in a bought an electric one, and Rose wearing a tank top and short shorts was no different. β€œMother…” she whined, β€œPapa couldn’t imagine half the things we’ve seen over the century let alone tank tops.”

β€œIs that what you call them?” She asked, β€œRose honey didn’t I buy you that new blue dress last century though, couldn’t you wear that?”

β€œLast century, mother…” Rose sighed and the two stomped up stairs.

Euphemia turned back to her pie, and her β€œoutdated” kitchen, with its pink tiled walls and retro 1950’s feel about it. By nine, she had completely finished her pie and set it on the window to cool, her daughters coming back down in jeans and t-shirts. β€œBetter?” they chimed.

She smiled, β€œHow hard was that?” she asked and took two glasses from the cupboard and opened the fridge to a fresh β€œBox-O-Blood” sitting on the top shelf. As she turned her back, the quickly ran out the door hurrying to whatever business they thought was important. She sighed and placed the glasses on the table, there was a time when they would spend the day with their mother without a second thought, but times do change that’s for sure. She sat at the table in a huff, with the two glasses in front of her and proceeded to drink them without another thought entering her head.

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Euphemia sat up from her drinks and sighed deeply the box-o-blood sat torn apart on the kitchen table and she was feeling rather lonely at the moment, depressed really. She had to get out of this house, had to see people be among them. Go shopping or something, it would be good for her. She stood up and looked in the fridge, β€˜what do we need?’ she asked herself and made a list.
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • eggs
  • 1/2 lb of Beef
  • 1/2 lb of Pork
  • Blood, a defendant!


She took the list and placed it in her handbag and pulling out two rather long white gloves from it and put them on. If she was to walk in sunlight it had to be in a way without direct contact. She put on her long necked coat that she specially made for it stretched longer most and dropped just under her chine. Placing a pair of sunglasses on, she grabbed her keys and walked into the garage adjacent to the kitchen. She walked around the car to the driver’s side, it was a 1958's Chevy Impala, a classic and if she was in need of the money she would sell it, but she was far too fond of the car to ever sell it.

Driving down the street she noticed a hell of a lot commotion going on in The Butcher’s store. my goodness, drama? But I do need to pick up my weeks order. she thought and parked her car on the side of the road. Getting out of the car she noticed a figure in the door, from the back she didn’t recognize them someone new in town? A few people 'new' from the looks of it. she thought to herself as she exited the car. Walking up to the group, she remained quiet for a moment looking to The Butcher, she mused a politeful "Excuse me" to the crowd of people.

"I don't suppose it's a bad time to pick up my weekly order Mr. Metzger?"

((OOC: God that too too long, can't think have to play Skyrim.))

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Kris grinned, removing his cigar with his right hand and looking at Adam. "Yeah, these'd be my golems. I based 'em off an old family design, with a few modifications here 'n there, of course. Old world design called for mud and all that, but I figured I might as well work with something a bit cleaner if they're gonna be inside the shop instead of outside. Name's Kris, by the by. This little guy here," Kris said, gesturing towards the golem on his lap who had it's head tilted in curiosity at Adam. "This is Sweepy. First one I made when I got to Bluffington. He's about a year or two old now." Sweepy nodded, clicking excitedly and staring at Adam with his empty eye sockets.

As Euphemia approached the group, Kris glanced towards her, laying his cigar gently into the ash tray. "Not at all, Ms. Magdalena! If you'd give me a moment or two to get my apron back on and wash up, I'll have it out in a bit. And please, just call me Kris. Mr. Metzger was my father." Kris replied, lifting Sweepy off of his lap and putting him on the ground, earning an irritated croak for doing so. Standing up quickly so the golem wouldn't get a chance to climb back up, Kris nodded curtly to the group and gestured inside with one thumb. "If y'all would be so kind as to excuse me for a minute or two, I've got some business to attend to. Shouldn't take me too long. Now, Ms. Magdalena, your order is for the half pound of beef and pork, correct?" Kris spoke in a rapid patter, walking towards the door of his shop as the golems inside scurried behind the counter, waiting for orders.

Outside, Sweepy grabbed the cigar Kris had left in the ashtray, holding it in one paw as he climbed back onto the seat. Leaning back in a strange parody of Kris, Sweepy let out a quiet croak and wedged the cigar under his upper jaw, resuming his observation of Adam. Inside, Kris began pointing at various golems and giving one word commands, sending them rushing around the store in search of various knives and other items. "You know, I was wondering when you'd be by to pick up your order, ma'am. I've had barely any customers today, it seems like. I'd blame my little critters runnin' around the store as putting people off meat, but I don't think that'd be the case in this town." Kris said over his shoulder as he tied his apron around his waist and washed his hands.

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"Well, it's nice to meet you all the same, Ms. O'Leary and it seems like that's a lovely store you have there." Adam answered the woman who addressed him, answering her offered hand with his own for a shake. It was then the woman who was watching him earlier addressed him, giving her name as well as extending her hand. As Adam stepped closer to her, he could feel a sudden warmth, as if it was coming off the fiery haired woman before him. "A phoenix? An odd form, but most certainly not a displeasing one." he then grasped her hand, bent down and kissed it gently as he looked into her eyes. "The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Deroove." he said with a small smile across his face as he lifted himself up again. The old Fext had met more then one phoenix in his life and while he was used to their more avionic forms, he knew that all of them had a fiery spirit to them and most of them enjoyed attention.

"You said a year?" Adam exclaimed, Kris' words finally reaching his ears as he strolled over to the smoking butcher. "And animal bones? What an interesting material. I actually saw a golem not much taller then Sweeper made of copper wiring back in '97. I've always been interested in the art, but I...."

"Excuse me? I don't suppose it's a bad time to pick up my weekly order Mr. Metzger?" another woman interjected, Kris springing up and addressing her as Ms. Magdalena. As the two entered Kris' shop, a feeling came over Adam. This woman's voice seemed familiar, like on he'd heard a long time ago. "Excuse me, everyone." Adam said, following the pair into the meat shop. While the woman was quite covered with a jacket and sunglasses obscuring her face, Adam had this gnawing feeling that they had met before.

"You know, I was wondering when you'd be by to pick up your order, ma'am. I've had barely any customers today, it seems like. I'd blame my little critters runnin' around the store as putting people off meat, but I don't think that'd be the case in this town." Kris said to the woman, the golems still noticeably running around the shop performing their duties.

"I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but Ms. Magdalena, was it? Have we met before?"





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Euphemia, smiled gently as she followed Kris into the shop taking of her glasses as she did so. She took a deep breath when entering, and smiled she loved them smell a hint of some dried blood that dripped under counter or under a fingernail it was enough to liberate her senses. β€œI sense one of your helpers missed a spot under the counter.” She told him; with a small smile she knew firsthand how hard it was to get rid of blood, that’s why all her furniture has plastic covers over them. Yes, that was why and not just because the last time she redecorated was 1958.

"There are some things in this century I do wish would change." she said. "In my day, a woman didn't refer to a man that wasn't her husband by his christian name, It just wasn't done." she sighed, knowing those days were gone a long distant memory. "But alas, I suppose today just has me in a whirl." she shook her head. "Today, was my George's birthday and I had to make his favorite Cherry-Berry Pie, I know it's silly but I haven't broken the tradition in two hundred years. It just seem second nature now, and oh dear I am rambling aren't I?" she finished and took a deep breath, apologizing, "I am sorry like said it has been hectic for me today."

She herd the door open behind her and turned, to see a filmier man, how hadn't she noticed him before. "A..." she gasped, "Mr. Wicker?" she recognized the man from her human day. Her husband's good friend, and the man she broke her marriage vows with. She turned back to the counter, not today, not today, tomorrow but not today. she thought to herself as she waited for her order.

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~Lifaria~

Smiled a cheeky smile as the man - who was kissing her hand. She watched his eyes as he looked up at her, a glint of yellow growing in them as he spoke, then she spoke in return, "Hybrid, actually. I have the form of a human, but all the tricks and talents of a pheonix, plus some others" she'd grin, not many people considered attraction 'talent' but she always felt quite proud whenever she managed to woo somebody with her fire.

Lifaria watched as a lady and Kris entered the shop, Adam following behind - and Lifaria shortly after. She entered ther shop and slipped past the woman and Kris to lean herself against the wall opposite Kris' counter, watching over the bone gollums as the cluttered about and worked. Lifaria chuckled as she watched them, smiling with the pure joy she got from watching such cute creatures, "They're just like children. I never knew you were the fatherly type, Kris" she'd say, looking across to him with a hint of a teasing smirk.

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"Mr. Wicker?" as soon as the voice reached his ears, a chill traveled throughout his whole body. "No...No...I saw the gravestone. It can't be..." he thought to himself, but it was. He knew deep down that this was the same woman he had loved in secret all those years ago. The same woman he betrayed one of his best friend's trust for and the same woman whose grave site he had visited centuries ago after having left his life in shame.

There were so many thoughts and feelings speeding through his head all at once. Part of him wanted to pack up everything and leave Bluffington while another part wanted to hold onto her and never let go. But Adam knew better then to act on pure emotion, especially in a situation this important. So, he did his best to compose himself, dusting off his vest and tie. He swiftly put his hand into his front pant's pocket and pulled out two business cards, each holding his title and name as well as his current address and phone number. "Um, I just realized I left some important work at home. We should talk the craft sometime, Kris. Here's my card." Adam said as he placed the first card on the butcher's counter, then turned towards Ms. Magdelena and handed her the second. "And so we can talk at a more appropriate time, Ms... Magdalena." he whispered, unable or unwilling to look her in the eye as he left the butcher's shop and side stepped the crowd outside, intent on leaving the area as he continued down the street in an attempt to clear his head.

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Kris silently raised one eyebrow at the pair of Adam and Euphemia, glancing bemusedly between the two. "I suppose there's something between these two that I'm not exactly privy to. Probably best to keep their private business private." He thought, glancing down at his feet and counting the golems. "One, two, yadda yadda, nine. Nine of the boys. Who's missing?" Kris continued thinking, moving towards the back of the display containing the beef. Reaching in distractedly, Kris looked up at Lifaria with a slightly puzzled expression. "Unfortunately, I'm not too fatherly. One of the golems ain't in here and I cannot for the life of me figure out who it is. It seems like they're all here, sure, but there's just one in particular that ran off somewhere." Kris replied, gesturing with his free hand towards the various golems trying to hand him things.

He grabbed at the butcher paper Little man held in his paws, managing to knock it to the floor and irritate the golem, who picked it up and firmly placed it back into Kris's hands with a croak. Kris nodded silently and stood up, spreading the paper across the scale on the counter and laying meat on top of it, measuring out the appropriate amount. "Alright, so this is the beef, Ms. Magdalena. If you'll give me a second to tie it up I'll get the pork ready to go and you can go on about your day. And to answer your earlier comment; unfortunately, in spite of their enthusiasm, the boys don't quite have the reach to get every spot when they clean. I usually end up cleaning up after the end of the day anyway, but it keeps them busy to give things a once over. Now, where'd that twine end up?" Kris said, waving distractedly at Adam as he left and looking between the golems holding their items aloft and fidgeting.

Outside, Sweepy watched Fox and the rest who chose to stay outside quietly, though with slightly more trepidation than might be warranted in Fox's case. The cigar, extinguished and now bent and slightly chewed looking, stayed wedged under his upper jaw, wiggling slightly as he looked around. Becoming apparently somewhat bored with the situation at hand, with people coming and going and carrying on conversations that didn't praise him or tell him what to do, Sweepy grabbed the cigar with one paw and gently dropped it in the ashtray before launching himself off the seat, waddling with intent towards the book store or someplace similar, where people who would inevitably tell him to do something would be.

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~Lifaria~

Lif gestured with her free hand toward the door, "Last I saw, the little guy was out there" she'd say to Kris, reaching down to pet one of the bone gollums - she was sure Kris wouldn't mind if she distracted them from work, so long as she didn't set anything ablaze. Again. Lifaria watched the two, the man named Adam and the woman, and a small smile crept over her face. She sensed there was drama, a past between the two.

"You know you could turn this place into a steakhouse, so to speak" Lif said, scooping up one fo the gollums into her arms, cradelling it in a warm embrace as she looked around the store, "You've got the meats for it already, these little guys would make great waiters.." she'd say, scratching the end of the one in her arms, which purred happily back at her, "..and I could cook" she'd continue, smirking softly. She knew Kris would probably decline, but she thought it'd be worth trying to persuade him. Working would give her plenty of oppertunity to show off her firey-skill, and she would be able to meet more people.

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The world started to stand still as Euphemia watched the events in the shop unfold. She felt a strange sensation as Mr. Wicker placed his card in her hand, like she wanted to slap him for everything he put her though. All the torment and angst that she endored for the last two hundred years was rooted in what they did when last together. It was a privet matter, and Euphemia was never on to air her dirty laundry for neighbors to see. She smiled softly towards Kris, "Oh no worries, take your time." she said looking about the shop, smiling gently at the girl behind the counter. As the two made small talk, she looked about the store minding her own business, two hundred years and the gossip was swept right out of her.

"I wouldn't worry about it so much." she said, referring to her first comment. "Honestly, its just too much of a hassle to find ever drip that falls where it likes. Besides..." she smiled, "It's such an alluring smell."

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Kris groaned, staring out the window and into the street. "Aw christ, that probably means..." Kris said with a sigh, getting cut off by an impatient croak from Little man, who had his arms crossed over what passed for his chest. "Yes, I figured as much as soon as Miss Deroove said she saw him outside, Little man. Guess I know what I'm doing after I get done in here." Kris said exasperatedly, reaching down and grabbing the twine and a pair of scissors from the golems. He wrapped the meat distractedly, occasionally glancing up and into the street, hoping against hope that Sweepy hadn't wandered off. He nodded at Euphemia, smiling slightly in spite of himself. "Glad you enjoy the smell so much then. If a health inspector wandered in I doubt he'd have the same opinion, even in this town." Kris replied, pushing the wrapped and tied package of meat off to one side.

"I dunno if I'd be able to swing turning this place into some kinda steakhouse, Miss Deroove. That'd be a pretty hefty investment on my part, not to mention having to rearrange the shop and get everything set up and locked down. Can't quite have people eatin' not ten feet from a working alchemy lab now. 'Sides, I would probably have to hire you on to cook what with your little firey tricks you do. I don't think I could afford buyin' the equipment to cook as well as someone to operate it. Lord knows I couldn't cook and make sure the boys did their jobs. I have a hard enough time doing that now." Kris said, spreading paper and repeating the weighing-and-wrapping process for the pork. "Alllllllright, Miss Magdalena, this'd be your order. Anything else I can get you 'fore I have to run into the street and track down one of my little helpers?" Kris said, gesturing to the neatly wrapped packages of meat with one hand as he grabbed the card Adam left on the counter with the other.

Sweepy, waddling slightly less urgently now that he'd managed to get out of Kris's line of sight, glanced around. To his left he saw a shop he'd only been in once or twice with Kris, one filled with cakes and cookies and things Sweepy didn't quite know. There were a few people inside standing around, one behind a counter like Kris and a few in front of it, two of whom the golem didn't recognise but one he had seen a few times before, with some kind of dog head. Croaking curiously, Sweepy drifted towards the window in front of the shop, staring in at the people waiting in line to buy things from the lady behind the counter.

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By the time Adam had gotten home, he was consumed with questions and he needed them answered. Slamming the front door behind him and closing all of the blinds, he entered his office and scanned the bookshelf to the left of the door until he came upon a book entitled Divination and the Art of Sight. He pulled it off the shelf, dust from the cover quickly being brushed aside as he placed it on his desk. He needed a particular spell. A spell that could show him the past and he remembered it was in this book. Adam then pulled over an old looking chest from the corner of the room, opening it to reveal various oddities and trinkets inside. Among the objects was an ornate metal feather and something wrapped in rags, both he grabbed and placed on the nearby wooden desk. He then sat down at the desk and opened one of it's drawers, placing an ink bottle and some paper in front of himself. Placing the feather next to the empty bottle, Adam removed the other object's wrapping revealing an obsidian knife. The blade shined even with the small amount of light in the room and both the blade and wooden handle felt as cold as ice in Adam's hand.

"It's been a long time." Adam spoke gently as if he were talking to the blade. He then held the knife in his left hand and grabbed the blade with his right, squeezing tightly as he slowly pulled the knife from his grasp. The blood slowly began to gather at the wound and eventually spilled from it, Adam catching the blood in the glass bottle. It had indeed been a long time since Adam had bled, but the stinging in his palm was still only the second most painful experience he had today.

Not allowing the pain to take any time from him, Adam opened his book to a bookmarked page and with the feather and a dip in the now full flask, drew an arcane symbol on the lower right hand corner along with a name; Elizabeth Klee. He knew what he was doing was dangerous. He was cutting a lot of corners for this spell, but he knew his mind would not let him have peace until he knew the truth, until he saw it with his own eyes. "Da mihi visus prae oculis. Fac videre mihi contigit uisionem. Tu locutus es. Da mihi super oculos, ipse iste." Adam read aloud from the text on the worn pages of the book. As soon as he finished the last words, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as the room around him began to fade from view. Adam was then barraged with images and noise. Places and moments that weren't his own from centuries past, but some he recognized. And then the images slowed and eventually stopped as he found himself in the middle of a dimly lit room. He was facing a bed where a man was on top of a woman. He couldn't make out either of their faces, but he knew the woman was Elizabeth. This was her past after all. This made it all the more horrifying when the man showed his fangs , lurched his head back and then bit her neck. Adam was visibly shaken with tears in his eyes as the setting disappeared and more of the past showed itself to the Fext. It was too much for him to take in however and he lost consciousness in the sea of color and sound, unable to hold his composure any longer as his mind drifted off.

(OOC: Translation for this is "Give me sight beyond sight. Allow my eyes the vision to see what has occurred. I implore you. Give me the eyes of Janus himself.")

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"No, you didn't. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I've been holding up the line for long enough." Howard said, taking the to-go box from the counter. "Honestly, I'm not used to any of this stuff. I'm just a guy. No magical bells and whistles to speak of." he tapped the white box now in his hands as he talked, trying to focus his thoughts. Howard never thought of himself as anything other then human. Sure, he didn't remember anything before age 16, but the doctors Adam had him see told him this was just trauma induced amnesia and honestly, if it was that bad, he definitely didn't want to remember it. But still, there was an odd feeling he got in certain situations. It was a comfortable feeling, a warmth he felt when the wind was blowing all around him and while it was a good feeling, it had a bit of sadness to it also.

Howard then remembered the text he had received moments ago and picked up the pace, pulling out his wallet and placing a fifty dollar bill on the counter top as he had no time for the awkward exchange of change. "Keep the change and since I don't have time to be subtle..." Howard's sentence trailed off as he picked through his pockets for a pen and one of Adam's business cards. He flipped it over to it's blank side and wrote his cell phone number on the card, sliding it across the counter towards Aubrey as he continued his sentence. "If you maybe wanna hang out sometime." he said, rubbing the back of his head with nervousness as he left the sweets shop, cake in hand ready to head home.

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The walk home was longer then expected as Howard had gotten lost along the way. But, after circling the block for ten minutes and seeing the same tree fifteen times, he eventually found his new home. "Adam, I'm home! I even brought some cake." Howard said aloud figuring his friend would hear him and respond, but nothing happened. He gently placed the box on the kitchen table as he looked around the house, seeing no sign of Adam, until he reached his office minutes later. "Jesus Christ..."

Adam was passed out, lifeless on the floor surrounded by dozens of pages as well as a small pool of blood near his right hand. Confused and scared, Howard rushed over to Adam and lifted him up, sprinting over to the living room and placing him on the couch. He then gave Adam another look over. Noticing the hand wound, he grabbed some gauze from the bathroom drawer and wrapped his hand to stop the bleeding. It wasn't a serious amount, but it still worried the young man. This had only been the second time he had seen Adam bleed ever. The first was when he accidentally cut his hand on a broken glass cup, but this was different. It was too deep to be on accident. Howard decided after making sure Adam was still breathing to check the office for clues. Near the puddle of blood was a small, glass knife as well as the papers from before he saw. As he looked closer, he saw they had words he could barely make out because of how frantically they were written. The ones that worried him the most were the only sentences he could make out on any of the pages. They were written dozens if not hundreds of times and on multiple pages, each one more messy then the last, like a deranged madman had wrote them.

You left her. You left her. You left her....
It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault...
Coward. Coward. Coward. Coward...

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β€œThat’s all, thank you” Euphemia said softly as she dug though her purse for her wallet. β€œI suppose it’s the same price as last week, then.” She said pulling out a crisp fifty, as it seemed to be the smallest bill she had. β€œOh dear, I suppose this is too much though isn't it?” she said handing it to him, studying Kris' face she noticed something different yet familiar about his facial structure. He looked a great deal like her George, but that was impossible and not something she should bring up.

She waited patiently for her change, or his response. "Or" she mused. "I'll be in next week anyway, I could pre buy my order next week couldn't I?" she asked unsure if he would allow that.


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Needless to say, Howard was in a state of shock. He didn't know what to do about Adam. He'd always been so in control, so stable that seeing him this weak was kind of disturbing for Howard. But, Adam had saved Howard's life, and now Howard had to do the same. So he gathered his composure and after making sure Adam wasn't getting any worse, ran out of the house and into town, to look for help.

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When Howard returned to the downtown, he ran into the first place he saw on instinct. Inside was a well dressed woman and a man with a beard behind the counter. He was exhausted from the running and took a few deep breathes, looking around the room as he did so. After the second breath however, he noticed the card in the woman's hand and recognized it as Adam's.

"Look..." Howard spat through another pant, trying to get his words out. "I know you just met him, but Adam needs help and I don't... I don't know this magic stuff and he's out cold but..." the pressure was mounting on Howard as he struggled to get each word out, rubbing his face to help himself concentrate. "He looks stable, but I don't know how long that will last, so please. Someone in this town has to be able to help."

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Kris nodded, gesturing towards the cash register. "You could pre-buy next week's order, sure. It'd come out to a total of... Eh, I dunno. Probably about thirty bucks with this week and next week's orders combined, assumin' you got the same stuff and all like usual. Might throw in a bologna sample from a recipe I've been tinkering with next week, if it's done in time. Lemme get you all rung up, and we can get you out of here and I can get Sweepy back from Miss Deroove, who has undoubtedly caught him by now and is probably spoilin' him rotten." Kris replied, moving to the register and punching various keys, with Little man shadowing him and impatiently glancing between Kris's calves and the door.

Just as he was about to read the actual total ($27.85) to Euphemia, Howard burst into the shop, stuttering something about magic and Adam being stable. Piecing together what he could, Kris pointed towards Howard with his right hand as he pulled the receipt with his left. "Son, I've no doubt we could find someone or some thing out there able to help that Adam fellow, but you've gotta calm down a bit. Gonna give yourself a heart attack, runnin' like a man possessed and all. Now, did you see any kind of chalk circle on the floor, or empty flasks, or anything alchemical like that? If this is just an experiment gone wrong I might be able to whip somethin' up, but otherwise we're gonna need a witch." Kris said calmly, walking back to Euphemia and handing her the receipt. On the floor, Little man began tugging at Kris's pants, trying to pull him towards the door but doing little other than shaking his pants leg.

In the bakery, Sweepy rested calmly in Lifaria's arms. She wasn't telling him to do anything, but for some reason seemed to be rewarding him and praising him anyway. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sweepy merely leaned back and gave out the occasional contented croak. Normally, by this point, his "brother", Little man, would have come dragging Kris to him and ratting him out, ending his little adventure before he actually got anywhere, but this time it seemed that either Kris and Little man didn't notice he was gone, or Kris was busy helping the lady who came in every week. Never mind any of that, though. Sweepy was getting cake, in spite of the fact that he didn't have any real way of eating or ingesting said cake.

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Euphemia looked at Kris watching his lips move all the while hearing the pieces not the whole of what he was saying.. She was more caught up in his resemblance to George it was quite remarkable. Twenty seven and eighty five, it was more than the Fair price. She waited for him to continue when suddenly a blond haired man entered the shop. He was clearly an acquaintance of Adam.

"I know little of magic, just a strong enough head to keep away from it."

She exclaimed in a frightened stance. It seemed almost unreal, just seeing a man she believed was dead was a amazing to say the least, but now to discover that same man could die now. To find him only to loss him was an anomaly Euphemia was all to filmier with. Looking at the boy, she felt something twinge inside her soul. "I can drive you," she offered, pointing to her car parked outside. "I dare say it will be much faster then running."

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Everything seemed to be moving so fast for Howard, but he slowed himself down and took some more deep breathes as per the man's advice. With each breathe his heart rate seemed to decrease more and more until he was finally calm enough to speak. "I don't think this was an experiment. Adam would have told me if it was. He was trying to see something.." Howard paced for a moment trying to remember everything he could about the area and state he found Adam in. "There was some blood and this book on his desk. The page it was turned to said something about divination, but I'm not sure what that is. And then there were these notes..." Howard had only spoke for a few moments until the woman in the shop interrupted him and offered to help him, claiming to know something about magic. Not having time to check the validity of what she was saying, Howard shook his head in confirmation as she pointed to her car outside.

"Thank you so much. And sir, if you find anyone who can help. Send them to the house. The address should be on the card he gave you." and with that he followed the woman to her car and the two drove back to the house. As the pulled into the driveway, Howard quickly left the car and entered the faded yellow home he shared with his long time friend, assuming the woman would follow him. He maneuvered through the kitchen and entered the living room, the seemingly cursed undead still lifeless on the couch where Howard had left him. "He's still alive. I can tell that much, but he won't wake up. It's like a coma or something. I found him in his office, if you need to check that out." Howard said in a solemn tone, motioning towards Adam's office as he looked over his friend once again, hoping this woman could help.

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Euphemia, walked into the house feeling like it had been ages since she moved (apologies didn't realize anyone posted.) into the small yellow house. It was quaint, and a part of her didn't want to intrude but the sun was still high in the sky and she really did need to get out of it. As she entered the room, she saw Adam and her heart sank a little. The first thought in her mid was "how" the second, well to be perfectly frank her mind was still trying to get around the How. Even after see him in the shop moments before, the how was important, the man she knew all those years ago he wouldn't... could he have... known about this world they were currently in. The occult everything, she hadn't at the time in fact it was a sin for her to even think of anything that she now views as normal.

"I um..." she stammered not sure what to say. Feeling like a lifetime was passing before her eyes, she thought back to the first time she met him, in the little storefront her husband owned.

"My God, he's such a foolish man." she mused moving to the sofa.