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James De Santa

"Could've sworn magic didn't exist two days ago. Now I have it?"

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a character in “Wishing Well”, as played by FamishedPants

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James De Santa




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Name: James De Santa

Age: 26

Nicknames: None preferred, but was called Jimmy by his father (Deceased).

Appearance: James is a well-built young man due to his habit of working out - something he picked up from his time training to become a police officer. This has given him a firm athletic build. He stands at a height of 5'8 and weighs about 172 pounds, which does not give him much of an intimidating stature. His hair is a chestnut brown, much like his eyes, and he keeps it very short.

James is never seen wearing any specific trend of clothing, and often opts for whatever fits the weather or situation. The only accessory he wears being a cheap necklace he got from his father during one of his birthdays, as a keepsake.

History: James' family is descended from witches that, at one point, were very powerful. However, as magic disappeared for the most part, so did their power, and eventually, they had to abandon practice in order to survive. Because of this, the fact that they were actually witches had long ago been lost to even themselves, and they are no longer any different from humans. Magic has been all but lost to them. Well, until now....

He grew up like most other people, having a nice, quiet childhood with his best friend (even to this day). He only had a single parent, as his mother died during childbirth. He always had an interest in becoming a detective due to his father leaving him a few Sherlocke Holmes books. Thus, when he was deciding upon an actual career, he decided to join the police force, in hopes of being promoted to Detective. However, his career died rather short when, after abruptly neglecting his work to care for his father (who had been diagnosed with lung cancer), he was fired. His father died shortly after. Unable to rejoin the police force, he instead became a Private Detective, and began his work that would lead up to current events.

So begins...

James De Santa's Story

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Astral was eating food like there was no tomorrow. He was hungry, and who could blame him? He had not eaten in over 400 years.

He seemed to be especially obsessed with hamburgers and pizza. He continued eating, surprising one of the detectives. The detective looked at his partner, and said "Right...so, you deal with this, I am going to ask around who's kid this is. Okay?"

Astral continued eating and drinking. "Hey. You think we can get some more of this?"

Astral was acting as if this was normal. That, or he was focused on his hunger. He had already eaten more then could possibly fit in his stomach, but it was as if nothing could fill this kid up. "So, who are you guys anyways? What are your names?"

He simply smiled and continued eating.

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The Pulse of Magic would be felt by all related to magic.

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James De Santa


Were you to ask him two hours ago about where he would be in the afternoon, he most certainly would not have said, "Feeding a boy I found in a well a year's worth of hamburgers" as his answer. He, however, found himself in just that position, and couldn't exactly figure out why. He recalled the day's events, remembering that the case he was currently on turned out very strange indeed, what with the boy he was looking for showing up out of the blue, and the kidnapper(s) nowhere to be found. That was certainly strange. Then came this boy, who after a strange display of light he couldn't pin the source to, appeared from inside a well, then requested to eat.

Maybe the strangest part was that this kid was eating copious amounts of hamburgers with no signs of stopping, nor slowing. He wasn't exaggerating when he said the amount of beef he intook was probably enough to feed a school, K through 8. Hopefully, he could find this boy's parents, lest this bill cost him every dime James had, which wasn't an enormous amount to begin with. Being a PI didn't earn you the big bucks, unfortunately.

"Right...so, you deal with this, I am going to ask around who's kid this is. Okay?" came his friend's voice. He might as well have said, "Here, lemme ditch you with this kid. Oh, and take the bill too." James sighed and nodded in defeat.

"Let me know what you find." he said, watching his friend and supposedly fellow PI leave him. James wondered how he got stuck with all the stuff like this every time, as he watched the boy eat yet another burger.

"Hey. You think we can get more of this?" the child asked.

"I'm not normally selfish," James began. "But I'm afraid that if you eat too much more that I won't be able to eat. So, no, I'm afraid not." he replied.

"So, who are you guys anyways? What are your names?" came the first bit of non-food-related voice from the boy's mouth. Truthfully, James was a bit relieved to hear something new.

"Well," he replied. "My name is James De Santa. My partner is... well, I'll let him tell you when he gets back. For now, how about you tell me about yourself. How about your name? And do you know where you live?" he asked, focusing his attention fully upon the boy. "If you do, I can drive you home."

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#, as written by merthur

A barely noticeable flick of her fingers and the top of the sugar packet ripped off. Except she wasn't even holding the little white square, it was floating lowly on the table, close enough that she could drop it if anyone came near enough to see and they wouldn't actually notice it had ever been floating. It may have been a bit more difficult to explain why her eyes were golden though, but no one had ever actually caught her before. She was careful, unlike the rest of her 'sisters' who had acted foolishly against darkness or humans, and gotten themselves killed. Or consumed, which was a terrifying concept to her. It wasn't like she was afraid of either things though, humans did not frighten her in the slightest, but she did not feel the need to act irrationally and get herself killed for really no reason at all.

Now a flick of her wrist, and the packet lifted and dumped it's contents into the mug of coffee in front of her. Some of the white crystals escaped over the rim and landed on the table instead, and she brushed them away before grabbing a few more packets and opening them up the old-fashioned way, adding those to the cup too before stirring the steaming liquid. There was a man and a boy in the corner of the restaurant, but it wasn't the man for once that she found interesting. The boy seemed to have some sort of aura around him, something she and other witches would be able to see- and anyone in tune with nature -, that she hadn't ever seen before. It intrigued her, and so she stayed in the cafe instead of taking her cup and leaving as per usual.

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#, as written by Turbocs
Earlier that day...
Cecilia stood in the nursery greenhouse, having just arrived for the day. The forecast showed that it was going to be sunny and warm, the perfect weather for the plants that stocked the nursery. In fact, Cecilia was surrounded by the content feeling that seemed to accompany healthy plants. Glancing down to the end of the aisle, the woman could see her son, Peter, playing happily. He was pushing himself around on his little scooter, smiling broadly. Turning back to her task of restocking the shelves, she gave a satisfied sigh. This day was looking out to be a very good day - the weather was good, Peter wasn't fussing, and she had already had a few customers straggling in despite the usually slow early hour.

Suddenly, a bolt of energy seemed to shoot through her. It felt like an electric shock, and she stiffened and fell towards the ground. As quickly as it started, the pain subsided. Sitting up, Cecilia looked around. People were looking towards her strangely, but that didn't concern her. Where as the rest of the people did not seem to have felt what she had, her son had fallen to the floor. Rushing over, she could see the same stiffness and pain that she had felt only seconds before.

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One of the customers who had been in the store had been kind enough to drive them to the hospital. After the strange pain Cecilia and her son had felt, and the strange feeling that had lingered, there wasn't anything else to do but talk to the doctor. Strangely enough, the doctor had said there was nothing wrong with either of them. Cecilia drove down the street, pondering the strange events of the morning. She knew that something momentous had occurred but was not sure what.

Taking a deep breath, Cecilia made a decision. There was really only one way to put this out of her mind. She pulled into the nearby parking lot of the towns coffee shop. "Peter, how about you and mommy visit the nice coffee ladies and then go for a nice trip to the park." Peter, recognizing 'park' as one of his favorite places, gurgled happily. Getting out of the car and lifting her son onto her hip, Cecilia made her way into the shop.

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Astral looked at the man. "Astral. Astral Morningwood. And you would not believe me even if I told you..."

He looked over at the waitress as she gave some customers their steaks, as well as giving them some forks and knives. She immediately walked back into the back.

"You are a detective right? Well, I guess you might believe me now. Let me ask you something. The entire time you were here, did you hear anyone order a steak?"

The customers started to stand up, picking up their knives. As the partner came back, one of them stabbed him through the heart. All of their eyes were pure black, and they seemed focused on Astral and the detective. A shadowy figure appeared behind the counter.

"Hello Astral. It isn't nice to hide from me".

He vanished, and the waitress came out with a shotgun, raising it to fire at the detective.

(Well that escalated quickly. Writers block can do that to me).

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"Astral. Astral Morningwood. And you would not believe me even if I told you..." answered the boy, who began looking around the establishment as he continued. "You are a detective right? Well, I guess you might believe me now. Let me ask you something. The entire time you were here, did you hear anyone order a steak?"

"..." That was not something he was actively listening to, but come to think of it, he hadn't heard any order from the people who just received one. There was this woman who had ordered tea, if he recalled correctly, and someone ordered a chicken sandwhich. But no, there was nothing about steak in his memories. Though... now he wanted one. Or did. His appetite suddenly changed as he saw his best friend approaching, only to be stabbed by one of the people now holding a steakknife.

"NO! WE DIDNT EVEN NAME HIM YET WTF!" shouted James, who could only watch his friend fall limp and lifeless to the floor, the men staring at James and the boy without so much as a second glance to his recently deceased friend and partner. He wasn't entirely sure what the hell to think -- there was too much to think at once. He was sad, angry, confused and frightened all at once. James wasn't entirely sure that this was even happening for a moment, but even still, his hand dropped to his side as he retrieved his firearm hidden underneath his shirt. His friend was just brutally murdered in front of him, and they locked their eyes on James and the boy next, so something was obviously up with him and this whole situation. The colorless pupils said as much to him, but so did the figure that appeared seemingly from nowhere.

"Hello Astral. It isn't nice to hide from me". it teased before suddenly disappearing and being replaced by a shotgun-wielding waitress.

"Astral, get down!" James ordered as, without further provocation necessary, he fired a shot towards the waitress while pushing his one piece of the puzzle forcefully down so that he wouldn't be hit by the lead that was sure to begin flying, and joined as well as he kept his head down.

Just what was happening? Today, James had just been talking with his best friend, now he's dead on the floor just a few feet away, surrounded by knife-wielding murderers and a waitress who probably wanted to show them what buckshot looks like fired from close range into their faces. Either way, with his position and small weapon, things didn't seem to be good or understandable for James De Santa.

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#, as written by merthur
The young witch in the corner of the room felt the presence before she saw it, but she couldn't detect where it was coming from. It wasn't until she witnessed the man being stabbed that she found them, and by then it wasn't entirely hard to since they were the ones with the black eyes. For a moment she scolded herself for not practicing magic more, but she knew enough easy spells that might get her and at least most of the humans out of here alive. Provided that they only had one shotgun stashed around here, and she didn't pass out first from using her powers.

She rose and ducked behind her seat, glad that she had chosen a booth at the end of the row. Opening up her back to the enemy would be a bad idea, and if she had sat further down in the row she would have had to expose it to run back where she was now. Never before had she actually killed a human, though she had killed plenty of supernaturals and fortunately, this lady was probably already dead inside or would be seriously messed up when whatever was in her came out. So she wouldn't feel too terrible about what was about to happen.

Unfortunately, when she flicked her wrist to perform the spell, she couldn't get a direct line to the shotgun. Another few shots went off, and she heard the sound of the gun being opened up to probably have more bullets loaded. Spying a bench nearby that was thrown over, she decided it was worth the risk and quickly skittered over, ducking behind it with the two males. She paid them no attention though, concentrating on the shotgun as she mumbled something under her breath and then flicked her wrist once more. Out of nowhere a chair flew towards the lady, smacking her down hard. Charlie was fairly sure she was dead and was about to get the hell out of the place when the men with the black-pupils appeared again.

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#, as written by Turbocs
Cecilia entered the diner just in time to get cut-off from any escape by the 'nice coffee lady' with a shotgun and her black-eyed henchmen. As the gun was raised, Cecilia instinctively ducked behind one of the hefty chairs in the diner, trying to create some kind of protection. The scene quickly went down hill. A man was stabbed in the chest, there was blood everywhere. A figure appeared, calling out to some strange young boy. A man, probably some kind of policeman, began firing off shots. And then the chair she had been sheltering behind flew off, as if drawn by some invisible string, to flatten the lady with a shotgun. Peter, upset by the noise, was crying. If she thought it would do any good, she would have been as well.

Looking frantically around for another barrier to hide behind, or escape avenue, Cecilia came up short. On her right was a woman who seemed to have barricaded herself in. In front of her, between the doors and escape, was a couple of the black-eyed men and the downed form of the shotgun-waitress. Despite the fact that she had just been nailed in the head with a solid block of chair, the waitress's arms seemed to be twitching, as if puppet strings were still being tugged. On her left was the man who seemed to have the only weapon on the civilian side as well as the strange child.

Quickly, Cecilia made her decision. Holding Peter tight to her, she dove to stand next to the detective and Astral. "Are you two okay? What are we supposed to do?" She asked, her voice surprisingly even despite her rising panic. In the crisis, she directed her queries towards the one who seemed to have the authority... or at least the firepower... which was the detective.

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All of a sudden, one of the possessed was on the floor with his arm cut. Astral was standing there, weilding a sword. To explain what just happened. Astral took out his wand, and in front of everyone magically turned it into a sword and unpossessed one of the ptraons. that patron was also unconscious though. They passed out when you saved them.

"I know how to handle my own" he pointed out, as another patron attacked him with a knife. He blocked it with his sword, and cut the man's hand, unpossessing him as he fell to the floor. "They only need to be wounded to be unpossessed!"

(Sorry, Writers Block, Field Trip, and two Essays)

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James De Santa


So James De Santa attempted so very hard to wrap his mind around the situation. So much effort and so much confusion had led him to a dead end in his mind. There was no real logic about these events. They defied what he believed to be real, and they almost literally shot every theory he could make about the scenario down within an instant. There was no way this was some joke. No, you can't fake a death that realistically without people who are there to witness it noticing. If his friend's neck wasn't really slit, then James wouldn't have tasted blood in his mouth from the spray, but cornstarch or something like that. The movies didn't really kill people, so the blood was never real. This blood was. Among his other theories was that he was dreaming - which still seemed like the most obvious conclusion - but he took cover rather hard and although it did not make him cry or wince, he still felt a pain on his back from basically slamming into the thing. He wasn't dreaming either.

But then... what was going on? A chair flew across the room and hit the shotgun-toting woman in the face, presumably knocking her unconscious. After that, people started grouping up around him. That was rather odd. Well, I guess it's good they don't think I'm the one at fault here. He thought, knowing that people can easily get confused in tense situations like this. One even asked him something.

"Are you two okay? What are we supposed to do?" came her query.

He peeked over his cover before then replying to her in a hurried voice, not bothering to answer the first question at this point. "If I knew how to throw chairs like that, I'd suggest that but... " his voice trailed off for but a moment. "I'm not sure. I have no clue what's going on. I'd rather not kill someone...." he went to look away to see if he could think of something, but then Astrid began moving on his own. He pulled a wand from his butt out of nowhere and made it a sword, magically. It was... unreal. But he continued.

He knocked one of the men unconscious, and then another who had attacked him saying something along the lines of hurting them will subdue them. Not one to argue about their weakness with a boy who had magically summoned a sword and/or ancient hidden samurai ninja skills, James quickly popped up. "I have no fucking clue what is going on, but whatever! I'm done with this!" he exclaimed as he took two shots at the first possessed person he saw towards their legs. One shot missed by an inch, but the other nailed him straight in the middle of the leg. It was possible he just crippled this man, but in contrast to blowing his brains out, James thought it to be a decent compromise. "Really... would rather know what all this shit is when we're done!" he said as he then turned on the offensive with a means of non-lethally taking these people out.