Fantasy Coven Wars IC

[Tarmagon]

Not very subtle, is it?
Jasper parked a block away from what he had discovered was the local witches bar. The rain had slackened a bit, but was still a steady reminder of the dreary nature of the day. As he started to get out of the truck, Jasper paused, then reached under his coat, unclipping the pistol holsters from his belt. Flipping up the cushion of the passenger side of the seat, Jasper placed his weapons into the small gun safe concealed there, then activated the Wards. He rather doubted any mundane law enforcement would show up at a witches wake, but best not to take any chances. The firearms were legal, and his permits valid, but the police frowned on firearms in a place that served drinks.

That task accomplished, Jasper stepped out into the rain, locking the truck behind him, and started the short walk to the bar. A tasteful sign hanging over the entrance to a cozy looking bar announced 'The Bubbling Cauldron' .

"Not very subtle, is it?" Jasper thought to himself as he entered the bar. He could feel Wards here, though he couldn't read them. Probably minor 'keep away' castings to keep curious tourists from disturbing the covens when they wanted time to themselves. Hanging his duster and hat on the rack beside the door, Jasper walked up to the bar where he could see a somberly dressed woman polishing glasses.

"Can you make a Green Fairy?" he asked politely. "If so I would like one, but if not, then I'll just have a Guinness."

NilNul

 

[NilNul]

Stasya Svoboda, Mador Priestess
The water-witch politely smiled and placed away her half-warded wine-glass, turning her emerald eyes toward the stranger. "One moment Sir... Interesting choice, i have to admit..."
Reaching under the counter, she pulled out a peculiar looking glass, an ornate, seemingly impractical spoon with way too many holes in it, and a sugar-bowl full of cubes. Turning around, she picked a shining green bottle from the shelf displaying all lovely drinks of the "cauldron".

With a polite movement, she placed the dusty bottle on the counter, and hiding a bit of embarrassment quickly wiped it away with a piece of cloth.
"A rare drink in these lonesome parts, Mister. Are you...." The Mador Priestess took a glance at her patron, noting that he does not certainly look like a teenager who just watched ´Euro-trip´ "French, by any chance?".

In practiced order, the easterner opened up the new bottle, and poured the emerald green liquid to fill the bottom-groove of the glass. As she placed the the spoon with a sugar-cube on top of the glass, she took out a glass bottle from a freezer, uncorking it and quietly starting to pour it over the sugar-cube spoon.

"Not that i could tell, but only good old Aloïs was the only one i remember ordering this drink all the time...." The witch silently grinned to herself, as she continued pouring the near-frozen water. "He always claimed only Old-worlders could appreciate this drink, despite drinking american absinthe all the time..."

Tarmagon

 

[Tarmagon]

No my lady, I'm not French Jasper smiled as he saw the proper impliments come from behind the bar. This woman obviously knew what she was about.

"No my lady, I'm not French," Jasper replied. "I was only there in passing. My parents were from Deutschland. And I cannot tell you how pleased I am to meet a true mistress of mixology."

She was taking her time, making the drink properly without rushing. So many bartenders rushed these days, and that changed the end flavor of the drink. It used been years since anyone had done this properly, and he was looking forward to sampling her handiwork.

"You have a steady hand, " he remarked. "And while I have never met anyone by that name, it sounds as though he had excellent taste in drinks. That someone such as he would frequent your establishment says nothing but good things. And, since I imagine that I will be appearing here now and then, my name is Jasper. May I know the name of the skilled bartender whose work I look forward to sampling? "

NilNul

 

[NilNul]

Stasya Svoboda, Mador Priestess



The bartender smiled at the compliment as she finished the slow pouring of water over the sugarcube, and stirs the now cloudy drink with the absinthe spoon. Quietly finishing her preparations, she presented the finished drink with a faint glint of pride in her eye.

"Wonderful to meet you, Jasper. You can call me Stasya, and thank you for the compliment. Oh, you are not just passing through, mister?"

Glancing discreetly at the stranger before her, she... well, she could not `sense` anything overly magical, but... He did come past the passive wards of the place...

"Well, always a pleasure to meet a new soul. What might have made a traveller like you stay near this lovely city? Work? Holiday? Or maybe...-"

While not overly paranoid, (As she purposefully refused to think about the warded glasses she had compulsively casted just a moment ago) the... appearance of peculiar strangers in interesting times is always a good omen...

"- Just here to watch the local fauna, perhaps?~ Hopefully not to hunt. Not without a license at least from the local authorities...".

The politely dressed bartender smiled as she started to fix up another green fairy, this time for herself.

 

[Tarmagon]

Just the local flora
"My current interests are just the local flora, " Jasper replied. "And a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Stasya. Please, call me Jasper. Mister makes me think of my father. "

Taking up the glass, Jasper took a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship Stasya hat put into the drink before taking a sip. Most people didn't care for the flavor of anise, but Jasper had developed a liking for it over the centuries, and the complex flavors of anise and the fennel washed over him like an old friend, tempered and enhanced by the sweetness of the icy water.

"My compliments, " he said, nodding his appreciation to Stasya. "I had all but despaired of ever finding anyone who could make this properly. Perhaps my steps were directed here for just this purpose. After the events at the Ball, I find myself in need of something positive. "

NilNul

 

[Yennie]

Jason

the wolf

WARNING: Mentions sex and blood and murder wew

Jason felt ill - though he was not immediately sure of the cause. It could be the overwhelming stench of death that always permeated cemeteries, and why he preferred to stay far from them. Or it could be the chill wind that crackled with a threatening energy, ready to snap as the emotions of the Aeris coven witches ran high - the environment itself feeding off their vengeful angry energy.
And then it could be the overwhelming sense of guilt he felt. It was black and ugly, curling in the pit of his stomach as it threatened to bubble up and spill forth from his mouth in the form of the truth. As Juniper spoke his mind drifted back to those fateful moments.

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"Your truth will be revealed. You can't always protect them - the one you serve."

Circe had said that. Her clear eyes bore into his own, resignation and understanding of her fate evident in her gaze. She made no attempt to stop him, simply stood there like a willing sacrifice.
She had known.
That had stopped him cold in his tracks at first. How do you murder someone who was expecting it? Perhaps even welcoming it? She obviously knew what the outcome of his actions would be and that frightened him. If she was willing to accept it then what did that mean for Wynter? Or himself?

"I am not afraid, nor will I ever be. If you are going to do it, just get it over with."

Her voice was strong, unwavering. She did not fear him that much was clear. In fact in that moment he feared her. Jason visibly flinched at her words, taking a step back. Could he really do this?

She had smiled then, not unkindly, at his hesitation. Circe knew he was put to the task, but not by who since he believed she would have said Wynter's name. Jason had averted his eyes from her gaze then but he could not put off the deed any further. The magic lacing his right hand was burning intensely and it wasn't long before that hand had shifted into a furred claw. It was a defensive mechanism for his kind, to shift when enduring extreme pain as their healing factor was much stronger in feral form. Unfortunately no matter how his body rebelled he could do nothing but what he set out to do.
Jason's gaze returned back to Circe, startled to find her arms spread wide. Beckoning. Welcoming.

"I... understand you believe you have to do this. It's alright...."

Her eyes shone with unshed tears, a soft smile on her face. Even at this point she still felt sympathy for him. She was trying to make it easier for him to murder her. Jason was astounded by this woman's compassion, wondering all over again why she had to die. But to wonder that was to betray Wynter. And to betray Wynter was death itself for him so Jason cleared him mind of those dangerous thoughts and growled. He stalked forward, claw raised to strike before Circe could utter any more words. A swift push forward and the metallic scent hit his nostrils as red sprayed. She gasped as her body jolted.
He did not look at her face again.
Not even as her body crumpled to the ground, her heart left behind in his furred grasp.
His eyes were blown wide as he stared at the fleshy thing, the heat from it searing his palm worse than the magic did.
For a moment he had the strange thought that this must be what holding 'goodness' felt like. But he pushed that away as he turned, leaving her where she lay and exiting the room.

Wynter would know to come to him then - she always knew when he needed her.
Only this time, for the first time, he was afraid.

She had smiled with grim satisfaction when she saw the heart. He'd held it out numbly to her, not speaking even when she prompted him. Sensing something was wrong with her wolf, Wynter had gone to great lengths to ease him eventually drawing him from his stupor.
When they got home he was closer to himself though he knew he would never be the same.

That night Wynter had practically thrown herself at him, stripping him naked and pushing him onto the bed as soon as they stepped into the bedroom. She had been a dominating force, taking complete control of their lovemaking. And he had let her, grateful that she understood what he needed. She was all soothing touches, warm lips and invitingly open thighs. She straddled his hips, resting her weight in his lap and pulled him close. Wynter had whispered "Jason, you've made me so happy..." hot and breathless into his ear and something inside him snapped. He'd never climaxed quite so powerfully in his life.
Jason lay cradled in her arms for the remainder of the night, reveling in how much he loved her. How far he would go to hear those words again.
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Now they stood at the back of the ceremony. He had felt odd about attending, feeling it to be rather disrespectful but Wynter assured him that not making an appearance was as good as an admission to guilt so there they were. He'd missed most of Juniper's speech which was just as well since Wynter was already pulling him out of the door. He unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, physical contact grounding him even more lately. He felt strange to be honest. It seemed to be the same for her today for she didn't even care about getting wet as the walked to their car. When they got in she made a joke about wearing black to funerals. Jason could sense that she was nervous, sliding a hand over to rest on a warm thigh. He caressed her there, not sexually but in comfort. "That would help. The whole thing just felt hella weird to be honest." Frowning, he said in response to her first comment. His frown deepened as she continued. Imaging her death caused him physical pain and he did not like her bringing it up.
"Don't talk like that in front of me." He snapped. He removed his hand from her thigh and brought it to the steering wheel to drive. Jason knew she was only joking but it made him feel awful.

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