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The Witching Hours

The Witching Hours

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In a small town Witches and Wizards find they are the latest tourist attraction. People flock from far and wide to get love potions and readings. This is the story of these magical people.

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You've been expected.

Welcome to the town of Heathcrow, nestled away from any large city and busy road way the town is peaceful and quiet. It's inhabitants are a bit eccentric, filled with babble of witches and wizards taking residence in their small town. Heathcrow consists of one main street where all of the shops are, the residents built their homes around the street and since the place is so small walking across town takes little under an hour.

Once might not think that the town would make much of a mark on the map but the place is often filled with tourists. The town has a number of shops that deal with most things magical, such as an apothecary, a physic reading home, and a rune store. However the most famous shop in town is the old Heathcrow book store. Filled to the ceiling with books dealing with spells and potions. The store is also a gift shop for those looking for things that are more in the unique side. There is a small old fashioned hotel next to the book store and a few other shops such as a cafe, a chocolate shop, general store and a hardware store.

People flock to the town not only for their interesting shops and lovely hotel but for the people as well. It is said that if one needs help finding a precious heirloom the local witches will help for a small price, say one wants a love potion head on over to Heathcrow and they'll have it in a week.

The residents of Heathcrow enjoy the tourism and make a fine living off of it. It's no secret that real witches and wizards work among them. They live out of town however, needing space for their rituals and summer night dances. The Heathcrow witches and wizards all live in a home nestled away in the woods, the only access to it is from a small dirt road. The home is large and houses many people who call Heathcrow their home.

They live in peace, helping humans and using their gifts to earn their living. Each witch and wizard has a specific talent in which they specialize. Often when a talent is discovered the witch or wizard will abandon all other magic and focus on mastering their gift. Such talents include the ability to find lost things, or to influence how people feel, say a certain witch had an affinity with plants. The amounts of talent are endless.

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The Heathcrow home that houses witches and wizards is a large home surrounded by stone circles, each circle if for a different ritual or for a certain time of year. The house is a red brick home with a few small towers extending from the sides. There are many bedrooms each with its own bathroom. There is one large kitchen with a few fridges so that everyone might fit all their groceries. There is even a fridge for potion ingredients. The house has a library filled with books on every topic under the sun, they have a pond in the back of the house where they enjoy swimming during the summer.

There are a few families in the house but more often than not the witch or wizard is not related to anyone else in the house.

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Heathcrow is a small town and most of the witches and wizards have found jobs running the shops in town. Each shop is decorated and made to look like as flamboyant as the next. The place has old fashioned buildings and cobblestone walkways.

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Yes like most roleplays I do have a few rules, just to keep the peace.

1) Please only make a character if you know you are going to be active, I would like to keep this going.
2) A paragraph for your replies at least, I know that it's harder to be lengthy when you are speaking with other characters
3) You may have more than one character, but please try to make the other one the opposite gender
4) I encourage plotting ideas in the OOC and please check there often
5) Feel free to take the story into your own hands and make major plot twists
6) Have fun!

We do need these roles filled, but feel free to make characters outside of these roles.

Apothecary shop keep
Psychic readings Taken by SheogorathTheMadgod
Hotel Owner and manager Taken by Nami L'Chi
Hotel Owner 2 Taken by SlightlyInsane
Book store owner 1 Taken by Onuwa
Book store owner 2 Taken by PutAnotherX
Cafe owner Taken by peace_of_mind7
Chocolate shop Owner Taken by ieathippo
Flower Shop Owner Taken by Jynxii

Reservations last 48 hours, if you do not have a competed character the slot will open again.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santos Character Portrait: Blaize Harvey Character Portrait: Lily Fawun Character Portrait: Nasrin Reus Character Portrait: Rachel Annabelle Swann Character Portrait: Ryan Summers Character Portrait: Zachary "Garrett" Paladino
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Ryan delicately set the broken shards on the counter. She felt bad for having broken the cup and saucer. The blonde was careful not to cut herself on any of the glass which had scattered across the cafe floor or on the broken and jagged pieces she was picking up. Now was not the time to start bleeding everywhere.

As if on cue, Ryan heard the door open and a voice say, "Miau and good day." Turning, she saw the man in the mask from earlier that day and again her curiosity rose. Who was he exactly? Where was he from? Why did he wear that mask? Would he talk to her openly? Or would he seal himself away? Now it seemed was also not the time for questions as he abruptly slipped on something and fell onto the scattered glass. Oops, maybe she should have warned him about that.

The blonde set the pieces that were in her hand on the counter and without thinking rushed to his side. Someone who had almost just face planted into glass was more important than the easily replaceable cup she'd broken. Ryan stepped swiftly over the glass and was successful in not falling over as the cat man had. She knelt beside him and saw how bloody his hands were.

"Are you alright?" she asked impulsively, though it was a stupid question. He was bleeding and probably had a shard or two stuck in his hands- obviously he was far from alright. Ryan quickly helped him off of the glass and looked for the source of his fall. To her surprise, it was Angelo's medallion. She glanced at the masked man to make sure he wouldn't die in the few seconds it would take her to return the medallion to the cafe's owner.

As she picked up the medallion the door opened again. The young woman looked up to see a small army. Blaize, Lily, and Nasrin stood in the door way. A gasping Rachel was right beside them. She then turned and disappeared, probably in shock from the scene. Today was turning out to be very interesting.

Still focused on returning the medallion to its owner, Ryan stood and again crossed the room to Angelo. "Found it," she said and handed it over to him before again crossing the cafe to the fallen masked stranger. Unsure of what to say to him other than another rhetorical question, she took his hands and looked at his bloody palms. A memory of his flashed through her mind.

Where am I? What happened? It's horribly dark... Or is that light?... The taste of blood, blood in my mouth, pain around it... Throbbing, why is my ear throbbing?... Touch my ear, part of it is missing... Blood, why is there blood in my mouth?

The memory was jumbled and confusing to her and the only correlation she could find was that both this incident and the current one involved him being injured and bleeding. It was either this relationship between the two or he was currently thinking about it. Either way, it surprised her quite a bit and she froze for a second, forgetting that she was holding the hands of someone who was bleeding.

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Character Portrait: Angelo Santos Character Portrait: Blaize Harvey Character Portrait: Lily Fawun Character Portrait: Nasrin Reus Character Portrait: Rachel Annabelle Swann Character Portrait: Ryan Summers Character Portrait: Zachary "Garrett" Paladino
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"Thanks, Ryan," Angelo said with a forced smile. "And I'm sorry that this happened." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration before releasing a stressed sigh. "I'll get a wet floor sigh on that immediately." He wasn't quick enough because as he turned his back to retrieve the sign, he heard the frightening crush of glass and the yelp of someone in pain. He turned back abruptly, eyes bulging at the sight of a man's hand bleeding. He reacted quickly, running to the injured stranger's side. This was a lawsuit waiting to happening.

"Sir, I am so sorry," Angelo said, ignoring the fact that man was wearing a rather peculiar mask. That wasn't important. What was important was that this guy was in pain and probably going to sue Angelo for everything he had "I will personally fix that for you...that looks like it's going to need stitches." He looked over his shoulder, seeing that he had drawn attention to himself. His customers were staring in curiosity at the injured man, and that worried Angelo. In the corner of his eye a glint of gold sparkled. He moved his gaze to his father's medallion. "Oh shit," he muttered, grabbing the charm from Ryan's hands and placing it back around his neck. This was even more his fault now, and he wouldn't be surprised he spotted a legal document on his desk by the end of the day. He ignored the crowd of customers, finding them distracting enough.

"Allan," Angelo summoned one of his employees. "I want a wet floor sign out here yesterday, go, and bring the first aid kit in the back."

Upon hearing the footfalls of his employee, Angelo glanced up from his perch. The group was there and Rachel was freaking out about the blood, which he replied with a shake of his head and a tiny chuckle whilst Ryan seemed to be in a trance of her own. He furrowed his brows before placing his hand on her shoulder. "You okay there? I'm going to need your help with fixing this guy up."

Allan rushed back with the kit, a clean dish cloth, and a lemon. Raising a brow, Angelo looked up at him as he held the sour fruit.

"I thought he might need something to bite into while you take out the glass, boss," Allan shrugged.

"And you bring me a sour fruit of all the fruits in that kitchen..." Angelo said, exasperated. "It will have to do. Ryan, put this in his mouth while I try to ease the glass out."

The young chef dug into the various medical supply, pulling out the tweezers and the alcohol before he got to work. He attempted to ease the first shard of glass out of the man's palm with the tweezers, but his hands were shaking. Blood was gushing onto the floor and all he could think was: Please don't sue. Please don't sue. Please don't sue! He took a deep breath and tried to pluck the glass free, but his shaky fingers were making his even more nervous. With a grunt, he abandoned the tweezers and settled for using his magic. Now that he had his medallion, he was in full control of his abilities...well, sort of. He was still a bit rusty when levitation was concerned, but what was the worst that could happen. His tongue poked pass his lips as he stared intently at the glass in the stranger's hand, willing the shards to come out. Slowly, the glass quivered as the wizard focused, then they eased their way free, floating in mid-air. Angelo guided them to ease to a pile on the floor, but something within him glitched and instead they flew upward, lodging themselves into the ceiling.

Angelo looked up, sighing, "Damn it. Okay, better there than in his hand." He looked up at the man, "This is going to sting more than the glass did, so brace yourself." Quickly, he uncapped the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it over the wound to cleanse it before pressing the dishrag against the palm. He dug through the kit searching for gauze, but found none. Suddenly he was panicking. "Allan, where the hell is the gauze?"

"Oh, I used the last of it last week when I cut my arm."

Angelo pinched the bridge of nose in frustration. "And when were you going to inform me? I could have bought more."

Allan scratched the back of his head like the idiot that he was. "Well, I was going to, but Cassie wanted to go out and--"

"Allan! I need gauze, not a play by play on your love life. There is a man on the floor bleeding right now!"

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Zachary "Garrett" Paladio
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A long pained whimper escaped the Fortunamancer as he hunched over his glass-riddled hands. His breath came in short panicked bursts as he stared blankly at the small, jagged shards making a pincushion out of his fingers and palms. A decent metaphor except someone had replaced the dainty little pins with dark wine glass. A dull, red throbbing pang accompanied the rhythmic twitch of his fingers, which felt the touch of the cold restaurant air on meat and flesh. Flesh and meat that had no business feeling the coolness of open air. He tried not to think about the pain. He had learned not to think about the pain a while back. It helped. Maybe.

He barely heard her when she appeared and knelt beside him.

“Are you alright?” she asked. He stared at her. It helped keep too keep the edge off the pain.

“No,” he croaked.

Just as suddenly a man burst onto the scene. He said…something. Zachary really wasn’t listening. He just stared at her behind his cat-mask. Which she was gently prying off to put something in his mouth. Something yellow.
Her fingers brushed the jagged scarlines at his lips. He wanted them to stay there but they didn’t. Half of his face, peered at her, half-awestruck, half-delirious. She reminded him of Vegas. Of her. She was…something. And so was she. They were both something. Something nice. She placed something in his mouth. Sour. A streak of a pain stung his fingers for a second. He shuddered. He felt the shard lodged into his hands. He looked down. That was a lot of blood on the floor. Couldn’t have been all his. Couldn’t.

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He ran out of breath screaming. His pain tasted like lemons.

He hated lemons.

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Ryan glanced at Angelo as he handed her the lemon. Looking back at the masked man, she felt sorry for him and for what she was about to do. While she had no problem walking up to complete strangers and engaging them in conversation, she did have a problem with touching people or their things without permission. But right now it was either move his mask and stuff the lemon in his mouth or have him screaming bloody murder.

"I'm sorry about this," she told him quickly while Angelo was trying to find some sort of gauze. She fumbled a bit with the edge of the mask before lifting the lower half out enough for her to put the lemon in his mouth. But first she needed to locate his mouth. Holding the lemon in her left hand and lifting the mask with her right, Ryan tried not to touch the stranger for both her and his comfort. Unfortunately that was easier said than done.

As she moved to put the lemon in his mouth her fingers brushed against the corners of his lips, which felt scarred and jagged. Blood, so much pain, my mouth is aching... She opened his mouth wider to accommodate the lemon, finding that his lips were slightly dry. Not lemons... Ryan had just placed the lemon in his mouth when he started to scream. Panicked, she froze and mumbled incoherently. Had she done something wrong?

The stranger peered at her and then looked down at his hands, still screaming before the sound slowly died along with his breath. Ryan moved her hands from his head to his bleeding palms and held the undersides of his hands, trying to keep them steady. "Angelo!" she managed to get out before being pulled into a mix of the man's thoughts and memories.

There were bright lights everywhere, calling him to them. Lucky him, he would win it all- What the he-? A knife, a knife, pain, Sarah! Where was Sarah? The ball goes, the roulette wheel spins. His eyes follow it precisely, he can see everything clearly without a mask on. The ball stops. Darn it, not again. Where's the luck now? Please no, please not the knife. The face of a smiling woman, young and beautiful. She laughs before kissing him on the cheek. Why is it dark? Why is there blood in my mouth?

Ryan snapped out of it and looked around frantically. She needed Angelo to get the glass out his hands before he bled too much and before she got pulled back into the memories and panicked thoughts. It was unlike anything that she had dealt with before. Usually it was only thoughts or only memories, never a mix of both. It made her dizzy and she looked back at Zachary, wondering who he was and what had happened to him. She had pieces, but she couldn't even begin to imagine what had left the scars on his lips and caused him to wear this mask.

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