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Pahas-bel Shalafi

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DemiKara

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Full Name: Pahas-bel Shalafi

Title: Priel the Sickly

Monikers: Priel, the Mage’s Son

Birthdate: unknown

Age: ancient, appears mid 20s

Gender: male

Bloodtype: AB+

Species: Human

Race: Babylonian

Occupation: Mage, Scholar, Prince

Social Class: Upper

Orientation: Heterosexual

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Height: 5’4”

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Familial Relations:
Brothers: Kassen, Makai
Father: Shafiri

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Pahas-bel Shalafi's Story

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Pahas knew he should be searching out his wife, protecting her, but first he had to find her, and while she couldn't die, exactly, she sure as hell could go through bodies. It meant finding her much harder. So he was taking a break, a sachet on the table in front of him as he infused it with magic and nibbled on his slice of cake.

This place was amazing. He was kind of surprised Matumaini wasn't here. She had a killer sweet tooth. Given the sugary delight, he was nibbling on he couldn't exactly complain though. Beaming happily at the food, the mage admired the place, enjoying the scent. The sachet wasn't done yet, not powerful enough, and he sipped his herbal tea, unimpressed.

"Herbs are so...impotent." He grumbled. They took forever. He missed the old days when gods walked the earth and magic was stronger. Of course, largely, he missed the fact that he couldn't just go slay a dragon and use their heart for her spell, but Matumaini had made clear her feelings on these matters. Sentients were not to be harmed, unless they attempted harm first.

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Sometimes a treat was in order, and generally it was easier to bribe difficult people when sugar was involved; then again she suspect that Kasimir was still rather put out about the garlic in his coffee. It hadn't harmed him, but it had definitely made the vampire think twice about leaving his cups out where they could be tampered with. June was convinced though that eventually the pranks would wear thin and that they'd be right back where they started; at one another's throats due to the stress.

"Hmm.. I'll take a slice of the death by chocolate, and a americano, cream, 2 sugars, please." June said eyeing the decadent chocolate cake in the case. Chocolate was one thing that mortals had gotten right, and subsequently devised all means of wonderful things to do with it. The greeks and romans had always been ones for honey or wine, which while it wasn't bad, could get boring after awhile. Especially when one wasn't terribly creative with spices or uses.

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Pahas beamed. He did like chocolate. It was this wonderful invention that he adored and it was so much better. "Is death by chocolate good?" He called out, more than happy to talk to a complete stranger. He poked his cake, pleased with the taste. It was carrot with creme cheese frosting. He could only take so much sugar after all. He wasn't his wife.

Some inner instinct warned him and his hand shot out to grab the sachet before it took off. More amused than not, he tied it around his wrist, so he wouldn't lose track of it as it sought out Matu. "And what's an americano?" He hadn't tried coffee just yet. The tea was enough.

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June turned and blinked at the man, mildly confused. "Uh.. yes?" She said as she took her card back from the girl behind the counter. "It's chocolate..." She added still confused as to how someone hadn't yet tried chocolate. "I mean.. it's not too sweet, but very chocolately." June tried to explain briefly noting the man's discomfort. It didn't seem from asking her, who was by all means a stranger, about a piece of cake and coffee.

"And.. an americano is espresso, hot water, and sometimes cream, or sugar, or both." June commented as she turned to take the items from the girl behind the counter. "Why?" She asked noting that he obviously wasn't from around here. His facial shape, bearing and maybe if she were devious enough to look, aura didn't match most of the rest of the city.

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"I'm new to the area, and enjoying the sweets in honor of my wife." He shrugged and smiled. "Or her memory at least." Espresso. That was a type of coffee wasn't it? He'd try it later. Perhaps with a lot of sugar or honey it could be improved. "Chocolate is delicious. I'll have to try a slice of death by chocolate next time." It was not actual death it seemed. That was reassuring. He never knew with mortals.

"You wouldn't know where to find a magic shop would you? I was able to collect some of what I needed, but properly harvested herbs would likely work better." He had been a bit hasty in collecting what he had gotten. Of course, she might be one of the ones who believed magic didn't exist, but it wouldn't be the first time someone assumed him insane.

If June looked to his aura, she may notice the sheer age of it, if she saw past the half hearted shield meant to make him seem younger, aura wise, and weaker magic-wise.

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Outside the shop a woman in a worn but heavy leather outfit. Her dull amulet caught the light the embossed symbol on it gleaming. The local badge on her hip proclaiming 'Containment Specialist' let her walk around with the weapons at her hip. She entered the shop with two etched hand-cannons and a host of throwing daggers from some strange mineral. The counter help

Finally let out of lockdown after long hours staring at a TV she very much needed mental stimulation. She'd had not much else than playing emergency alerts as they'd not let her bring interesting reading. Long hours of being in that dour stone fortress was enough to drive one mad. All she'd had in headquarters were a supply of MREs. The furnace got a little low running on nothing but cardboard and cafeteria food. Not really one for eating meat the sugary shop otherwise suited her husk's sense of taste quite well. Certainly one of the first things she'd repaired as one got tired eating through a world full of blandness to keep the husks moving.

She clinked over to the counter with an attendant human there the boots of Photu's husk thumping against the floor. The attendant greeted the 'Officer' but Photu hadn't paid attention to the mundane creature, "I'd like a dozen brookies, and the dark cherry cheesecake. To go."

The attendant balked, "Yes, the whole cheesecake. And a bottle of the concentrated cold-brew coffee with some sugar." She placed a credit chit on the counter to pay while the attendant worked.

Photu looked up at the two with a husk's hollow gaze and tipped her hat at them. One-way mirrored bits around her reinforced hat gleamed despite an inner dark. She hadn't a reason to look closely but if interesting creatures were here eating cake she didn't think they were trouble.

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June nearly choked on her coffee and looked at the stranger oddly. "A what?" She asked reaching for a napkin to blot the coffee off of her face and jacket. "And why do you think I'd know the answer to that question?" June said as she flopped down in the booth across from him uninvited. "Magic isn't really something that, for lack of better word, happens." She added before taking a large forkful of her cake. There was no way she was telling him where to find Laura's shop, that was a recipe for chaos, especially considering what had happened recently with Nadya.

Eying the woman ordering a whole cheesecake and other sweet accouterments with great suspect, June returned to her new companion. "I haven't seen any such thing in this city ever... at least not since I moved here 20 years ago."

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"A slice of death by chocolate. The cake you just ordered." His brow furrowed. "Did I say it wrong?" He had a faint accent, but he could have sworn he had said it like she had. Ah well. "And I've been asking everyone who feels the least bit other, truth told." He shrugged and smiled. "I'll scry for one a shop, I suppose." He preferred rune work, but that required tools and he hadn't exactly woken with tools handy. It looked like his resting place had been ransacked truth told. He offered June a polite smile. "A moment." He said and turned to Photu.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you know of any magic shops in town?" There had to be one somewhere. The planet was still brimming with magic, humming in his very bones. And he knew magic intimately, better than almost anyone he knew. Father excluded of course, but then again, knowing something better than his father would have been tricky...not including knowing his wife much better than his father ever would.

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Photu looked at the man and smiled, "Energy engineer, mmm? Well, my little pile of secrets, I trust you're here to put the world back together the walls have grey eyes now. I hope you're the good kind of sapper or at least wait until after lunch. Though you'd get more leeway from the grey eyes in our walls than I ever would."

She removes a brookie to eat from a box first to arrive, "I get most of my resources with an intermediary through those black piles of sand walking around. They're in the boarded-up building on main street that feels like it's the first step all the way down. They don't have much for green energy though. Just old fossils delivered by pathologists and they'll build you sky for good puzzles."

"Though, have you ever been to Lutetia City? I hear Lumiena Square has a well stocked store for your kind of engineering. Careful of the man-sized ticks.", She added.

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"What? No.. why do you ask?" June said pulling her attention back to man. There was something distinctly odd about him, and she wasn't willing to bet her lunch, even though it was mostly sugar, on what it was. It was unsettling, and June wasn't sure she wanted to look into why just yet, it was bound to ruin perfectly good cake.

But then the woman with the cheesecake started talking to the man, and she did have to agree that the man did appear to be a pile of secrets; a thinly disguised one at that. Because while he was so busy inquiring about a magic shop, she took a look beneath the hastily constructed facade of his and frowned.

Perhaps it was time to talk to the Council at large...

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He laughed. "Energy engineer. I like that! And I wouldn't call myself a pile of secrets. I'm fairly open." You just had to ask. He found most people never did. "And I think of myself as a good man. I know my wife wouldn't have me any other way, after all, and she can kick my ass, so I try not to upset her." The sweet star that she was, he would never hurt her feelings, not if he could help it. Even if she was missing, he wouldn't chance it. She would find out. She always found out.

"Lutetia City, huh? Well, my broader scrying put her in Wing City, but I'll keep that in mind. It's not too much trouble to hop a shuttle." He didn't drive. He didn't know how. He also missed horses. They, at least, made sense. He then turned his attention to June, uncertain. "I asked, because you said 'a what' and I thought I might have named the desert wrong." He admitted, uncertain. "I apologize, I'm messing all of this up aren't I? I never was good at speaking with strangers." He had picked up some form his wife, but Pahas tended to be much more introverted than extroverted, and had to channel his wife to even speak with these people. But they were no help. Damn.

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Box in one arm she put her chit back in a pocket once the food was paid for. She didn't really mind carting it around and the man seemed interesting enough to keep tabs on as the SCP foundation tended to watch the errant mages in new locales anyway. A free arm settles her hat while the little mi-go stood up in the compact space to make sure seals protecting it were secure. The quiet flow of the husk's own blood dances on the inside surface for a moment before Photu returns to animate the husk's face.

Photu smiled her voice soft and casual, "Well there's a disjoined part of the city where interested parties can trade outside prying eyes. You're not wrong asking for stores to my caring. It's just too unsafe from hostile armies for such stores to be above ground in this city. They won't mind me bringing a good buyer as well though I hope you're not a good mark. They otherwise likely have at least some of many such things you want. I wouldn't know enough to identify half of what you might need."

A distant sense of who she was speaking to crept across the neural ganglion played inside the front of the hat. She picked bits of thought out of it wondering at the power covered so badly by thin sheets tinted glass ahead of it. The other woman's aura made movements thought less human she opines. The ganglion was more of a passive eye it didn't pierce anything though one could see it was watching. The hat was conspicuously dark inside cloaked to third eyes as it was since Photu used the guns at her hip to protect her obvious void.

Photu eyed June, "You would be 'her'? Your husband's an odd one."

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"Husband? Him? Oh hell no..." June replied to Photu shaking her head furiously. There had only been one man she'd even entertained a relationship with, an he was now married to someone much more suitable. "You're ruining perfectly good cake..." She sulked, as she finished the last bite. Sooner or later she'd have her answers, but couldn't she just go once without having her lunch interrupted? June now began to see why some officers were a bit testy when it came to food, it seemed to be a luxury they didn't often have time to enjoy.

"However.." She started to say now that the cake was finished, "You sir are quite the pile of secrets indeed. What are you hiding behind such a thin facade mage?" June stated bluntly a bit miffed that her sugary sugar frosted chocolate bomb had been ruined by the pair and their questions. "You cowgirl I know are SCP, and I might point out your organization doesn't know everything or tell you everything."

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"She is not my wife!" He protested. "My wife is..." He sighed, his eyes gaining a far of look, his cheeks pinking. "She's...well, this lovely woman is not her." He assured them. "Not even close." He was trying not to be insulting about it, but he really did find his wife to be as perfect a woman as could be. The duo had never really left the honeymoon stage to the disgust of his brother's and her foster family. "My wife is...well, she's missing for now, and I'm searching for her."

He made no secret of that. "And I'm not hiding anything, except, perhaps my age." His cheeks reddened again. "I'm afraid I only recently woke. It was a rather long nap, given that we're now on a completely different way of counting the years." A nap was one way of putting it, though not entirely accurate. "I was triggered awake by a spell, an alarm that would wake me should certain protections need replenishing, and my descendants fail to do so." He shrugged. "My wife and brothers joined me in the stasis, but when I woke, she was gone though my brother's remained."

His love had always been a wildcard. "I promise, I'm not hiding anything. It's just rather rude to through your aura about willy nilly."

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Amused the rough-skinned cowgirl Photu smirks at June, "Ah, My mistake. Though I have *no* idea what organization you're referring to. I and my current employer both work on a need to know basis and that's just how we like it. Sorry for ruining your cake, Ma'am. At least you get to have cake and questions. Most of the time it's just questions."

At both she continued, "It seems we're all out from under our respective rocks for a moment out from under the thumb. Apparently miss chocolate death knows of the circuitous compartmentalized knowledge I may or may not had to endure with MRE during the last few rumbling days. It could be worse. This blasted earthquake was likely what woke you up wherever your sarcophagus is sat I bet."

It occurred to Photu that moment the irony of finishing the installation of a working tongue in her husk's head just to end up experiencing cardboard-tasting MREs.

Photu shrugged the thought away, "Anyway, some markets just happen to be somewhere that regularly acquires noxious goods. People do let me in to a lot of places to contain hazardous things you energy engineers zot together. I don't ask the questions of how they get there."

Though the eyes still barely moved the warm face is sincere at Pahas as Photu extended the free hand, "If we're not keeping secrets then I was planning on following you around anyway good sir. Though now to keep troubles out of you than the reverse, I think. There's a lot of those around here right now, yet. You can call me Photu if you like."

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June sighed and took a sip of her coffee, "Either way... watch yourself around here. Like Photu here says, not everyone is friendly." She added as she glanced at her watch as it buzzed and frowned. "Well! My time here is up! Enjoy your cake." She said as she slid out of the booth. She had more pressing issues at hand, and couldn't stay away for too long before they sent someone like Kasimir or Agathon looking for her.

Both could be so dour and unpleasant to deal with.

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“A pleasure Photu.” He returned, smiling. “I’m Pahas-bel Shalafi, though please, just Pahas.” He was simply used to giving his full name. “And I have no clue what organization either of you is speaking of. It is possible though, that the earthquake effected the enchantments.” Though not his own. His father was out and about, and he could feel that in her bones. He shook her hand, curious at the gesture, but having seen it earlier. “And I won’t be going to the shops just yet. My charm will work well enough, for now.” Though it may fail. He lifted his wrist to show that even now the charm tied to his tugged at him, trying to lead the way.

“First cake. My wife would be upset if I left it uneaten.” He grinned, and then smiled to June. “And I will watch myself. I’m sure I’ll be fine, but the world is an unusual place, it seems.” Still, it seemed like she was leaving. How sad. Anyone who had cake for lunch couldn't be a bad person.

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Photu nods at Pahas, "A pleasure to meet you as well then Pahas. Your full name is at least easier to pronounce than mine."

She raises a half eaten brookie at June, "Have a pleasant day's shadow then, Miss. They're not good at it but come to think of it I hear one of the dust-piles is trying to follow one rather like you around. She might be driven out of the city at present though. A hurting unit."

Photu nibbles the brookie setting it down while the two say their goodbyes to gather a small pocket watch from her hip. A large electrum pocketwatch clad in fine angular patterns of wrought iron retrieved by the albert attached to her belt. The button on the top released the cover but the ticking inside came at odd times. The inside was a moving torsion of symbols and language at angles painful to more common eyes. She examined the immediate area through her pocket watch but the slithering force that probed at things nearby didn't see much important.

She just pondered it idly, "No obvious trace of such a trail here but generalist objects of study tend to miss subtle inferences."

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He smiled to her. "A trail? Ah, the charm isn't quite looking for a trail of her. It's a locator. Sort of an active scrying device." He admitted and shrugged. "Though I would use it on my own, without company Photu. I will not subject my wife to someone I do not know if I can trust." He said simply. "Not when circumstances have likely changed." Her form for one. His wife was never the best at remaining alive. He had no doubt that her soul was in yet another new body. It had happened in the past. He'd have to encourage her memories to return, he had no doubt. He had in the past.

He smiled. "You'll have to tell me more of what you do." He suggested gently. "Or how to get in contact with you. Like I said, my wife...and the magic in the plants will only last so long, no matter how I feed it."

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She closes the wrought iron cover with a small thunk satisfied enough at the man's prowess, "Mmm, Well my tool isn't built to see that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll have to invoke something to build one."

Wrought iron wreathed pocket watch released it retracts back to her belt. With a shrug she adds, "I am what it says on the badge. It's my job to contain the problems mankind creates after perturbing reality. Someone has to protect mankind from things beyond the limits of this plane though I admit I'm sometimes asked to shuffle coils. I'm compensated very well to align with those goals. I am not of a kind that shirks their contracts."

A cigarette pack appears when extracting an item from her jacket. After opening the box one sees the sticks inside are actually brass with small stoppers common to very small scroll cases. She offers one to Pahas explaining, "Can you scribe Aklo or at least copy it? You can summon me if you like. I and my employers prefer to stay on good terms with men carrying around a nice two liter mind. Though it does take a bit of time for power to build unless you provide a suitable...canvas."

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He smiled and accepted the scroll. A moment of concentration and a murmur of ancient words from his lips, and a duplicate of the scroll was in his hand. He returned the original. "Copying things isn't difficult." He said simply. It was something he could do in his sleep, truth told. The mage shrugged. "and thank you for the compliment, I think." He finished off his cake and put the dish to the side. He had a wife to find. He stood and pocketed the small scroll, fully intending on burning it later, though he didn't say so.

The mage stretched, the illusion on his clothes to make him blend in with the clothing around him wavering a moment before it solidified. He wasn't exactly from this era after all. But between illusions and translation spells, he'd be fine.

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The mage would find calling cards of creatures like Photu were things unstitched in time. They might be burnt, cut, or defaced, but they'd always be back to whom accepted them. Whether in a drawer they owned or happening to be in a dusty drawer untouched by anything but time for the last twenty years the contact paper would always come back. The copy, as far as any could discern, indeed ensured by its created image to perfection in every way. Of course now there were two perfect instances of that scroll each following the mage.

Photu smiled as she took the scroll back and put it in her pocket. A moment later she knew it would have excised itself. She nodded, "When you need me you can summon me. Or just contact me from there. I'll keep an eye out for anything relevant to your wife."

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Oh they might come back, but the moment he noticed, he'd destroy the spell work involved with prejudice. He didn't tolerate other mages flitting about his life, especially ones he didn't know very well. "Of course, thank you. Her name is Matumaini and she is..mm..a shape changer." He said simply, leaving it at that.

"If you hear any word of her, just call out my name. I'll hear. I always do." The taboo on his family's name was a convenient spell. Of course, it meant father would hear too, but that was the price they paid. "It was a pleasure meeting you Photu. Have a good eve." He murmured and stepped out of the shop. He had business to attend to after all, and it was the serious sort of business he hated to leave undone.

His wife may not yet know his father was out. It was important she be warned.

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Nadya turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Catherine, having heard the comment. There was a knock on the door a moment later and the teen crossed her arms and looked entirely too smug. She knew exactly who was on the other side of the door, though he was being incredibly polite. "Should I go ahead and get the door? Though it's not my house...."

On the other side of the door stood Pahas, dressed in jeans and dark blue sweater, his hair sticking up wildly. a wide smile on his face. Still, he knew better than to enter into another's territory. And just because Matu had called for him didn't mean that this was her home. Who knew what his clever wife looked like this time?

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"No, you wait here." Catherine said as she crossed over to open the door. "The wards.. work in a certain way." She added without much explanation, meaning that only those who she'd listed as allowed to pass could enter without invitation. Catherine didn't want to explain how things were done, or really open either of them up to something less than friendly.

Opening the door, she looked Pahas up and down with an appraising glance before speaking. "You might as well come in." Catherine said plainly.