Fantasy Silent Rapture

[SilverFlight]

Silent Rapture

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“Something's coming.” The shadows played across the man's long, lanky figure hidden under an old Burberry tan trench coat. His voice was laced with mild concern and he folded the newspaper in his hands, betraying his anxiousness.
“Something's always coming.” Said his partner flatly, who was dressed in a darker, more modern wool coat, collar turned up against the drizzly, cold night. He was flipping through pages of something on his iphone, wondering why the old friend beside him was still clinging to a dying media.
“It's different this time, and you know it. The signs are there but they're...wrong. Like someone has soaked them in blood or stuck them in front of a fun house mirror. Things are tainted...warped. We might need help or things could truly end this time.”
Iphone stopped swiping. “Since when do we need help?”
That earned a skeptical glance from Trench Coat. “Would you like the short list?”
“Okay fine, but we don't even know what this is. We don't know who we need. What sort of call would we put out?” He asked curtly.
Trench Coat considered this. “I'd say we make it as general as possible, open it to any spirit, hunter or exorcist that has their eyes open and isn't afraid of a little trouble.”
Iphone made a face. “That sounds like the sort of thing that could make everything worse.”
“Or,” Trench Coat began, “it might just help us save the world.”

There are things we can't see. Powerful things. For the most part they keep to themselves, content to let mortals go about their business. Now though, now something is happening. We've always been told stories about the end times. After all the stuff you hear on the news hey, maybe you're even hoping for it, but it's not supposed to be like this. Things are moving, but they're wrong. The angels are panicked. So worried in fact that they turned to much less conventional methods. They're asking for our help: We are the spirits, the demons, the monsters. We are Orisha, Oni, house gods and tricksters. We are the humans with their eyes open and their hands in the magic. We come from all corners of the globe, from every country and every culture. The call has been sent. Now it's time to answer.

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[SilverFlight]

There had been reports on the news recently: “BRUTAL CRIMINAL STILL AT LARGE”. The murders at every scene were expertly carried out. Quick. No fuss. The most valuable items in shops, mansions taken and spirited away without a trace. The police were baffled. Apparently, this thief didn’t care whether there were people in the places they hit, and somehow anyone who could have given even a clue was found dead. No one really thought to look beyond the image of a professional villain. No one that is, but those looking beyond what the eyes could see…

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. Roads glistened, spewing back warped imitations of the raucous neon that lined buildings and street signs.
This part of London was rather seedier than others, with litter collecting in corners with dead leaves and ripped and fading posters on walls and boarded windows, advertising an unknown indie band that left town weeks ago. Graffiti was sprawled on every available concrete surface and even through the rain the smell of petrol and piss permeated the air.

They’d been summoned here.

They weren’t given much, just a strange bracelet wrapped in what looked like old newspaper. Upon closer examination one would find it a page from a book. A poem book:



Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!...

And on it went like that. The bracelet had one simple, flat, metal tag, on which was the symbol of a stylized cat. The entrance token to a rave that was taking place that night.
There was no proper address to the place, just a long corridor made from the concrete sides of two buildings. The lights above were all black lights, throwing the specially-painted murals into bright contrast with the dark floor. The murals depicted the most bizarre creatures: felines with human faces, robed elephant-like creatures with no ears puffing on pipes, the smoke to detailed it looked like it was billowing off the walls. A skinny youth with greasy hair and a pock-marked face was checking the bracelets of the people at the entrance. They showed him the bracelets and in turn he handed them a tiny packet containing two pills.

Not far from the entrance, taking shelter under the overhang at the front of the corridor sat a small black cat. The cat watched the goings on with an irritated aloofness, seeming to scowl at the little packets that were being handed out.

The new drug was called Mistoffelees, or, Mist. The newest thing to hit London streets. Less than two months and it already had a reputation. There were more and more reports of spaced out teens sent home blitzed out of their minds. They could never remember where they had been, or where they had gotten the mysterious substance. This was also in the news.
The cat began to look up at the people passing by, almost as if it were looking for specific faces.

Lioness075 sox Remembrance Coldpopz monochromegalaxy

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Falarion
Location: Mysterious Rave
Tagged: SilverFlight

He sauntered along the street, the glow of the night life lighting up his young features. His relaxed and easygoing nature made most smile as they skirted around him. He kept a smile on his own face, a casual one that was doing as it should; it helped him keep those around him at ease and less likely to be suspicious of something being off. In this part of town, the last thing Falarion wanted was to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He had been mindful to not wear any jewelry, keep his clothing minimal and just enough to ensure he fit in, and he had wrapped up his staff neatly while it hung over his back to conceal its true nature from any prying eyes. He let his tail hang loose behind him, as his Glamour ensured anyone who could be frightened by such a thing was oblivious to its presence. The only downside to it was that he had to keep it close to his legs in order to avoid accidentally touching someone he passed. As it always was at night here, the crowd was tight and he did not want to start any scenes. It would not be the first time, but his curiosity was overwhelming him and he wanted to sate it sooner than later.

Not too long ago, he had received the mystery bracelet. He had no inkling of where it had come from and the poem had taken him some time to hunt down when he finally understood where to look for it. He had many books in his personal collection, but had been required to take a trip to the local library to uncover this one’s secrets. He was not much of one for poetry, but the best he could understand was that the bracelet had a connection to the latest crime spree. It was a notable criminal, no doubt about it, but he was just as baffled as the local police force. There were never any clues left behind and any potential witnesses were taken care of. If he were something of a necromancer and could speak to the dead, it owuld be another story. Alas, such things were highly improbable despite all that was probable.

Feeling the small bracelet around his wrist, Falarion turned it around a few times, mulling over the puzzle once more. Beyond having found where this rave would be, there was nothing else to follow and Falarion had the slightest feeling as if he were walking right into a trap. Falarion glanced up in time to see the path to the rave unfolding before him. Sighing, he dropped his arms and joined the few individuals leaving the streets to head in the same direction. The attire was of an eccentric type, with many grinning at each other because they had decided to wear glow-in-the-dark attire. Sure enough, the blacklights lit up their clothes and Falarion had to look away when his vision flashed. Blinking, he put a hand to his head and let out a low groan. He was absolutely going to have a headache before the night was over. He had made the mistake of attending a glow-in-the-dark rave once before and had been miserable afterwards. Learning the hard way, he knew his enhanced night vision was not suitable for blacklight raves. Alas, it was too late to turn away now and his curiosity grew when he saw others checking in up ahead.

While waiting in the small line, Falarion began to look around himself and peered at the variety of graffiti around him. The smoke art was fascinating in design and style, and he nearly left the line to admire it up close. He reconsidered when he realized he was next in line. He could hear faint music in the distance and a grin spread across his face. He began tapping his fingers along the side of his black, slightly torn jeans and hummed a distinct rave tone to himself. He had opted for his most typical rave attire tonight and was sporting a black button-up, but had purposefully unbuttoned it so that the first three buttons were loose. He had mindfully tousled his hair, using some gel to keep it upright while also fluffing it here and there. He always enjoyed the wild and rough appearance of his hair, which was mostly unkempt otherwise. He ran his other hand through his hair and immediately regretted it when some gel stuck to it. “Gross,” he muttered while trying to rub it off onto his jeans.

Just then, it was his turn and he sighed before he presented his clean hand with the bracelet on it. The teen nodded to him and then handed him the pill bag before moving on to the next person behind him. Shuffling a few steps ahead, Falarion warily eyed the pills before pocketing them. He had tried pills at another rave in the past and regretted the lack of memories that had resulted from such a mistake. He was mindful to never do such a thing again.

As he started towards the entrance, Falarion hesitated. He had just begun to scan the area behind him once more, mostly curious to see who would be joining him tonight, when he noticed a surprisingly calm, black cat sitting nearby. It was so out of place to him that he stopped mid-step and someone bumped into him from behind. Apologizing, Falarion stepped out of the way and then eyed the cat once more. He knew it was not normal for a person to approach a supposedly stray cat, but he also could always say he was a cat person and play it off coolly. Looking over the various patrons around him, Falarion suddenly felt uneasy as he realized that he was the only person no longer in motion here. If he hesitated any longer, someone would notice something was amiss. Yet, here was a cat and the very first line of his poem had mentioned a mystery cat. Was this the mystery cat he sought?

 

[Remembrance]

Elias AlaniElias stood. Quite simply. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Elias had just beaten bad traffic and had made it to his drop-off, but he didn’t know what to even do now. He could see people lining up for something akin to one of his old frat mystery parties but what he could see was far beyond the risk that those frat parties took. Elias’ eyes took a long look at the young man ushering people in and as he could see, the young man was passing out something. The drugs. Elias snickered. The man was right. He thought back to his interrogated target with a sense of fleeting reminiscence. I should send him a fruit basket. Just to say sorry. However his thoughts on his interrogated target wasn’t his biggest worry, instead he had a mysterious rave that he needs to attend. But Elias had some time, he could wait a little bit. Plus the line is exceptionally long.

This morning, Elias had just woken up and found a bracelet. As of yet, he can’t remember where he got it nor how he got it. Or even how it was in his house. But once he read the message, he got the gist of it.

“A fucking cat?” He yelled through the phone, speaking to the most finest mythologist and theologist in his catalogue.
“That’s what it looks like, maybe?” The professor responded with a sense of regret for answering the phone. “Why do you even need me? It kind of just tells you everything about it.”
“I suppose your right, but I figured I’d just check in with you, considering you are probably the best person to check with.”
“Well what do you need with me? Do you need find another artifact? I mean, I’m kind of done with all of that after our previous incident.” The professor sighs with discontent but continues. “If your looking for whoever gave this to you, I’d say to check out the slums or a place with big crime rates.”
“Thanks doc!”
“Yeah. You can thank me by never calling this number again.”
“No thank you..” Elias hangs up almost abruptly as he set down the phone. He knew he’d have a long day ahead of him so he took a quick sip of coffee and got to work. Heading to the slums huh? I better look the part.

Elias exited his house wearing the most drab and boring colors and clothes. From grey to just plain black. Everything about him screamed uneventful, even his hair that of which he decided not to put up and just let flow down. However he held a secret on his back. A sheathe specifically designed for Perseus’ curved sword. The sheathe was attached to the back of his shirt, which made it droop downwards but he made it work eventually. The jacket he wore was also specially designed for use with a sheathed sword, it was baggy in the back thus hiding most of the outline of the sword. Elias didn’t have glamour, it’s not in his style nor capabilities to use magic. He doesn’t have the time nor patience to attempt to master it. He has one spell he can do however. Shoot pure 7% alcoholic beer out of his right pointer finger. A party drink he learned from his boss after his boss found out Elias’ heritage and consciousness of the ‘other’ world. It’s pretty useless unless he wants to become the talk of town and the best bartender to be alive.

The next 8 hours would be spent cruising around and paying or otherwise beating information out of people about the bracelet and the name it mentions: Macavity. He went through 59 hobos, prostitutes, and just normal ass people before he got an answer. Apparently it was his lucky 60th.

“So you’ll tell me?” Elias’ hand held tightly around the man’s neck, with the man being held about a foot off the floor and against the alleyway’s wall. This was only a minute after Elias had gut punched him and then broke his fingers. This brutality was necessary in a sense although he didn’t like it; he needed the man’s adrenaline to be pumping so that he’d be somewhat out of the moment. That made it easier for Elias to remain under the radar when the only people who could identify him were too busy in pain or in the zone to remember his face.
“Yeah yeah man, just please not anymore!” The man pleaded as he sucked in the pain that permeated through his hand.
“Of course. Granted you tell me what I desire.” Just keep going; you got this Elias, don’t be nervous. This is the million dollar question. “Who is Macavity and what the fuck is this bracelet?”
“I don’t know about the bracelet but I heard some shit about Macavity! Apparently there’s some rave being held in like 4 hours. About a mile down the street.” The man pointed with his broken hand to the direction where the street was headed. “There’s some crazy shit happening there man, I’m not getting involved with that shit.” The man breathed heavily as he couldn’t steady himself.
Is he nervous? Well that makes the two of us. “Well, looks like that’s it.” Elias loosened his grip on the man’s neck ever so slightly. “But if I ever see you around these parts again, you’ll be sorry.” He dropped the man to the floor, grabbing the hand with no broken fingers. And then Elias broke those. Sorry dude, I really am. After that, he got into his car and sped off, worried about the man communicating to the authorities. However Elias had a good feeling that the man wouldn’t be going to any authorities, not now anyway.

Everything was good in a weird way now. He had an idea of where to go and knows drugs are involved. Back to the present, Elias begins to hate his now standing position. The smell of piss and garbage made him gag and the general filth around him made him feel disgusted just standing next to it. The street lights and porch lights of the surrounding area gave him some comfort but not nearly enough to feel safe. Sword. Sword. Elias reached over his back and felt his sword. It was still there. That made him feel better about the situation but he was still a little nervous. As he saw the line dwindle ever so slightly, he decided to get in line while he there was some semblance of an end. This might be the worst idea I’ve ever come up with.

After 5 minutes, the line reduced to just the alleyway and he reached the most beautiful part of his journey. This art.. it’s gorgeous. For the first time, in this entire adventure of his, he had smiled and cherished something. But he couldn’t stay focused on it for too long as he ended up bumping into somebody who had just stopped. Elias almost began swearing because of his lost focus but the oddly out of place man just apologized. Elias continued but wondered what the man would be stopping for. He took a quick glance at the man then up to where he was looking.

A cat. A fucking cat! He yelled in his thoughts, remembering what the professor said. Elias had no choice, he had to know more. Why one man out of many chose to look at the cat and why the cat was there in the first place. Elias opened up his phone and went to the alarms section in his Settings app, he then played the standard phone ring tune. He muttered some swear word under his breathe as he took a peak at his phone and then left the line to hold the phone up to his ear. “Yes?” While Elias answered the fake phone, his attention was directed towards the cat with slight glances and peeks. A cat is capable of scaling walls and even the most dangerous heights made by man. It’s the best thief in terms of movement. Maybe that has something to do with this bracelet mystery. Elias also kept his attention on the man that had stopped, wondering why he and not many others were and weren’t taking in why a cat would be perched there. Just staring. Why do I do this to myself?
SilverFlight Lioness075

 

[Coldpopz]

You were a fire.
And in a flare of bold violets and cool summer tones, you blinded me, yet I basked in your warmth all the same. But you were also fleeting, in a constant struggle between chance and fate. I never realized that to love you, I had to burn away a piece of myself.
And like a sunset that seems to last forever, you left me in darkness, suddenly and eerily.
But you were a fire, and your struggle to reach destiny was blown out by the winds of chance.
I’m left to the storm, now.

Impala stared at the handwritten words. The yellow crust that passed itself off as paper almost matched the color of her room, but there wasn't much difference between how frail the two were. She snapped the leather-bound journal shut and rose, tossing it alongside her pen that had been freshly clicked off. The darkness outside was her signal to go; a welcome one at that. It helped keep her mind off...

She glanced at the journal with a tightened jaw.

Her eyes tore away as she pinned some blonde hair behind her ear and yanked a duffle bag out from under the bed. The undone zipper released a smell of brass and oil, as permeating as a carcass' odor. Yet the woman crouched beside it, plunging her hands in and digging through the contents. As far as prohibitions went, everything inside was highly illegal, but the snap of Impala's M&P9 sounded almost defiant. She slid the handgun into its holster and then pulled a shotgun from the bag, the matte finish like a glove to her practiced hand. Its harness slipped over her torso as the dead weight of worry hung heavily in her head. The apocalypse kicking off early; it sounded like bullshit to her. Every shred of the call looked like a badly assembled trap, and Impala's judgment warned her- no, screamed at her not to walk into it. But on the off-chance this was real, how could she pass up the chance to stop it? And if she was right about this being a trap, well, at least she'd have a shot at killing the bastard who brought her here. With an air of finality, Impala covered up her arsenal with a thick, black jacket.

[Thirty minutes later...]

Impala stepped in front of the rave building, blending into the crowd like dark clouds rolling over a windy night. On her way over, she'd spotted a couple girls littering the street corner, too high for their own good. Only a block away, Impala found another pair she assumed to be dead. Everything smelled worse in this city.

The pitter-patter of rain fell on her hood, neon signs emblazing her in an aura of fluorescent pinks. But in the tunnel ahead, something caught her eye. She watched a head of golden hair, bright enough to be dyed but too smooth and natural for that. And the man's posture, out of place but calculated as if he was looking for someone. Friends don't typically meet in the brunt of traffic. Just as the red flags couldn't get more obvious, another stepped into the picture. Young, good skin, definitely more comfortable than the other, though still wearing the slumped shoulders of nervouness like dead weights. And then, for a moment, the two strangers stared at the same thing.

Impala showed her bracelet to the bouncer and glanced at the pills she was handed, eyes glazed innocuously. She stuffed the bag into her pocket and turned right, finding herself a nice corner she could use her peripherals in. Usually, at least one or two bad apples hear a call go out, and one concerning the apocalypse was bound to draw a few more assholes than that. If this wasn't a trap, it could still very well turn into a brawl. The blonde leaned against the wall and took out her phone, scrolling through nothing while keeping the pair in the corner of her eye.

Health: 100%

Status: Investigating
Location: London, Rave
Interacting With:
- Falarion
-Elias Alais
Mentioned:
Lioness075
Remembrance

 

[Goonfire]

‘Thank you Foogle...’

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the dark alleys of this particularly seedy district of London. ‘Ambrose’, as he was now called, was en route to this rave party after a few hours of preparation. He wasn’t familiar with many human events, but thankfully he could read and figure out how to use a computer. Using financial resources granted by his underworld superiors, he went shopping and ended up decked out for a rave. An unbuttoned print shirt and a holographic mesh tank top seemed appropriate, considering the videos he saw showed members of both sexes wearing less. Elaborate snake tattoos twisted symmetrically around his arms, terminating on the more distal ends with their heads resting on the backs of his hands.

Skulking in the shadows, Ambrose eventually found his way to the venue for this drug-fueled nightmare. He emerged from the darkness to make the last leg of his trek. Stopping mere meters away from the front door, his eyes snapped up to the cat staring down, then casually glanced between it and the bracelet. He wasn’t the only observant one, as another two fellows were gazing at the cat with zero subtlety. His eyes drifted down to their wrists, which also had matching cat bracelets. Moreover, a woman caught his eye. Like the one male, it was too obvious she wasn’t here for the psychedelics and dancing. She was the one Ambrose followed. If the other two men were truly here for similar reasons, then they could likely see through his glamour as he passed by and issued a sly wink with a blood-red eye.

Upon entering, the psychopomp pocketed the pills and shadowed the out-of-place blonde, keeping his distance in case she noticed him and errantly deemed him hostile. The whole time, the heat from the sheer number of bodies present waylaid him, causing sweat to quickly creep over his brow; the underworld was cold, quiet, and dark, unlike this hell of EDM and blacklights.

Coldpopz Remembrance Lioness075

 

[sox]

"Another old-fashioned, yeah?"

Joy nudged her lipstick-stained glass towards the bartender with the slightest of smiles, deciding that another drink was in order for the events that were to transpire. The alcohol did not serve the purpose of soothing nerves, but rather aided in the process of maintaining human interaction on a more personable level, a boost she felt would help that evening more than ever. Most onlookers would deem her a drunkard due to her routine visits to the dingy, hole-in-the-wall pub only frequented by those aware of its existence.

In all honesty, she didn't really give a damn.

"Anything for my favorite regular," chimed the bartender, an older woman who had welcomed Joy when she first arrived in the city several years ago. Having no acquaintances in the foreign metropolis, Joy took to meandering the polluted streets in search of a den of sorts and stumbled across the pub by sheer chance. Despite its grimy exterior and musty atmosphere, the sunny personalities it harbored kept the wraith grounded in her world of charcoal clouds and served as a reminder of why she keeps holding out hope for a future not in her destiny. If they noticed the sudden drop in temperature whenever she stepped through the wooden double doors, they kept it to themselves. "What's on your mind, love? You got 'anticipation' written all over your pretty little face."

Joy smoothed her fingers over the bracelet around her bony wrist, the gleaming metal cool to the touch as the feline emblem caught the light. It hadn't been long since it came to her; the curious thing had sneaked its way into her pocket after a night on the town, and she didn't really question it. These types of odd occurrences were right up the wraith's alley, and if it led her down the rabbit hole then so be it.

The memory of an oddly eerie cat portait she had witnessed the previous night on a stroll floated into her mind. A smile tugged at her cherry lips. "I have a date tonight," she murmured in response, reminiscing of how she had stared at the graffiti of the dark creature in amusement.

A low whistle reached her ears. "Now that's a change, isn't it? Our resident hermit is gettin' some action," the bartender joked as she slid the glass back across the counter. "Good luck, love. If he's a creep, I'll add him to the hit list for ya." With a chuckle and a salute, Joy was left to down her drink in solitude before hopping off the creaky bar stool in favor of exploring what her new friend had to offer. It was absolutely dreadful outside; a light smog filtered through the dilapidated buildings, the streetlights casting an eerie glow around the occasional pedestrians in sight. The air reeked of sewage and carcinogens, more strongly than it used to, and Joy wrinkled her nose in distaste at the foul odor. There wasn't much life left in these parts, with society as a whole falling victim to the manipulation of big industries and the everyday man relying on all sorts of substances to function. She didn't know if she liked it that way or not.

Joy wracked her brain to remember which turns she had taken to find the odd feline artwork the previous night. Bouncing from alley to alley, several miles passed by before she slowed to a halt, guiding her to a nondescript entrance to what seemed like one of those functions she typically steered clear of. A single young man looked her up and down in appraisal before jerking his chin towards her arm.

Putting two and two together, Joy flashed the bracelet dangling around her wrist and was greeted with some pills pressed into her palm and an open door to flashing lights and throngs of young souls looking for a hit---definitely not her scene, but she had a purpose tonight and she didn't plan on leaving until she was content. "I'll be damned," she breathed as her eyes lit up. Stepping through the entrance, Joy instantly noticed that the venue was not home to exclusively humans, simply by the shift in energy present in the air.

Now that caught her interest. It had been a while since she was last asked to work with others, which could only mean that whatever task she was summoned for, whatever role she was being assigned, was bigger than herself or anyone else. The tiny fireball in her heart swelled a bit at the thought as she stationed herself along the wall not far from the entrance, choosing to observe her surroundings until her presence was acknowledged.

SilverFlight

 

[SilverFlight]

The cat eyed Falarion back, gleaming yellow eyes almost a match for the bright neon that decorated the walls. It watched him approach and at first seemed about to step back, but it stayed where it was, an ear tilted to the side. One could have sworn the cat had just given him an up and down look. Then Elias appeared and the cat's gaze flicked to him, then it squinted and then it nearly rolled its eyes. Remembering itself, the cat quickly arched its back against a steel pillar and purred, offering the onlookers an inconspicuous meow as more young people walked past.
There was a woman that walked by them ( Coldpopz ), the cat watched her pass. As she did she would feel something prick the palm of her hand. Each of them felt the same sensation and a symbol flashed over their skin and was gone.

Spoiler: The symbol

The connection they felt to one another would be immediate. It was almost as if a thread had been tied to each one, drawing them together. They would all know one another as allies in the mission.
A voice echoed through their minds:
Don't enter the mist...and don't get caught.

The cat stood, flicked its tail and turned to dash under a wood fence.

The foyer was oddly quiet, soundproof walls kept the noise of the party to a low minimum. Most were just walking through, but it seemed like the perfect place to hold a quiet conversation where very few people would take notice. There were peeling posters, their whites and blues illuminated by the black light, depicting men and women, faces shrouded in their hoodies, or with mouths open, cheeks streaked with neon paint.
Behind a counter, painted black and littered with stickers, a bored-looking young woman appeared from a doorway, short cropped hair spiked, the shadow on her lids almost as black at the desk. She pulled off her leather jacket and hung it on a peg, sitting down on a stool behind the counter, supposedly there to check coats and hand out glow sticks from a basket beside her. She ignored most of the people passing through, scrolling through something on her phone. There was a name tag pinned to a rather elegant pinstriped vest that read "Harry". It was only when Impala and Ambrose walked past that she glanced up, eyes tracking them for just a moment before she looked back down at her phone.

Lioness075 Remembrance monochromegalaxy sox Coldpopz Goonfire

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Falarion
Location: Mysterious Rave
Tagged: SilverFlight , Remembrance , Coldpopz , Goonfire , sox

It did not take long for Falarion to notice he was no longer the only being staking out this area. Well, his version of staking it out was way more obvious than the others, but considering everyone else in the area was either in line or entering the rave, it was not difficult for him to notice some lingering. The man he had accidentally bumped into had turned around instead of entering the rave. Now he stood off to the side, supposedly taking a call from someone, but Falarion could see the man peering curiously at the same cat. Falarion was relieved to know he was at least not the only person dragged into this odd adventure. Hardly attempting to conceal himself or blend in with the crowd, Falarion turned away from the man to see a young woman leaning against a wall nearby. Instead of pretending to take a call, she appeared to be tapping away on her phone. She could very well just be aimlessly playing on her phone, but Falarion knew she too was waiting for something to happen. Everyone here was either here for the rave or here for the mysterious cat adventure. Though, Falarion figured those of whom were here for the mysterious cat adventure were also here for the rave indirectly.

When Falarion finally looked back at the cat, he got the sensation of being judged and could not resist a wide grin. He really wanted to say something out loud, but now a small crowd had gathered to enter the rave and others were staking out around him. He did not need to make himself stand out any more than he had already done. Suddenly, an odd itching sensation engulfed the back of his hand and Falarion cried out in alarm. He shook out his hand, ruining any chances of not drawing attention, and then worriedly glanced at it to see an owl appear and then vanish nearly as quickly. Perplexed, he shook his hand again and then glanced around the alleyway to see if the others had reacted the same. Just as he looked at the man and then young woman, Falarion realized he now was feeling as if they were tied to one another. It was the oddest sensation, almost as if experiencing déjà vu. Falarion frowned at this, the expression odd considering how often he was grinning or smiling instead. He had the feeling that he had just jumped down a rabbit hole without entirely meaning to. He hoped someone else had been considerate enough to bring rope.

Sighing, Falarion decided that if they were now fated to journey together or whatever this exactly was, it would be best to get introductions out of the way. Sadly, the closest connection he felt was with the man he had bumped into earlier. He seemed like the type to be unnecessarily annoyed by such a mistake, but Falarion would have to greet him sooner or later. Best to get it over with while he could start off the introductions. Taking a deep breath, Falarion changed his expression back to a relaxed grin and forced himself to relax overall. He then sauntered over to the man 'on' the phone and held out a hand.

"Good evening, I believe I am not alone in my curiosity about this cat situation," Falarion said while ensuring he held out his hand that had the bracelet on it. He glanced pointedly at the cat, but then realized that the cat had vanished. "Odd," He said before returning his gaze to the man. "Anyways, my name is Falarion and I believe we, among others, will be embarking on some kind of adventure, I suppose, soon," he added before smiling again.

 

[Goonfire]

Although oddly apprehensive to make his next move, Ambrose’s train of thought was interrupted as a faint pain briefly kissed this hand. Upon becoming aware of his allies’ presence, his suspicions were confirmed; a few of the people he anticipated would be allies, were. Grouping up with the others, he fastened one of the buttons of his shirt, relieved that he could stop pretending to be here for the party.

“I suppose we all got the memo,” he stated gruffly, without the slightest hint of uncertainty. “Falarion? Got it. You seem nice enough; just don’t try killing demons with kindness, and you’ll be okay.” Ambrose was taking mental notes and commenting as each person spoke.
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It soon came time for death to introduce himself. “Someone must’ve cast a spell on us. At least they cut out the guesswork... Anyway, I’m Charun, but you’ll know me as Ambrose until I’m free of this flesh.” Displeased as he may sound, he was actually warming up to the shell his colleagues made. His original form was terrifying, but this body was easier on the eyes, not that he would openly admit it.

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[Coldpopz]

Something sharp pinched Impala's hand. Her austere posture broke for a moment as she felt the invisible string that wound her to the others, and from the way their heads subtly flicked towards each other, she guessed they did, too. For someone as suspicious as her, trust snaked its way into her mind almost forcibly. Even with the cryptic message that lingered like a bad song she couldn't get out of her head, and the cat that retreated too conveniently for coincidence, something about all this just felt so... right. Considering the freezing rain and horrible stench, the irony left a tang in her mouth.

Though, Impala's shoulders remained hunched defensively, chin tucked underneath her hood. To the extent she could control, only coldness spilled from her eyes as those first few seconds passed. No matter what the group felt, what they were supposed to do, each of them still held a responsibility to keep their world a secret. And in this place that welcomed eavesdropping passerby, particularly of the younger variety, Impala planned on keeping her lips as tight as possible. In the most painfully calculated fashion, she stumbled towards the others like the drunk and high teenagers pouring out of the rave. "Hey guys," she slurred in an embarrassing accent. "Glad you made it, this party's gonna be lit."

One arm slung itself over Elias' shoulders, accompanied by a kissy face that she clearly hated. "Hey cutie~"
The blonde looked across his chest and at her palm. Nothing there. 'What the fuck stung me?'

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"What the hell?" A sharp pinch emanating from the center of her palm caught Joy's attention as she shrunk into the shadows, white hot rage rising up in her heart at the thought of someone targeting her in this shit-hole of a party. Upon further investigation, however, she rapidly drew the conclusion that there was no perpetrator behind the pinch and promptly brought that anger back down to a simmer that could be looked over for the time being. Her eyes snapped towards the direction of the door. One glance was all it took for her to understand what had just occurred.

Her teammates were right outside.

A keen sense of awareness drew her towards the door, but Joy made sure to pace herself so as not to draw attention to the cause at hand. One girl in particular stood out in the doorway; she was definitely human, and was doing a rather good job at blending in with the scene. Joy observed with a slight tilt of her head. She harbored a deep curiosity about whether acting a calculated way and putting up a facade came more naturally to humans than it did to the supernatural. It had been far too long to remember from her own days as a human. Perhaps she'd ask the girl one day. She probably wouldn't.
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Joy shoved a path to the haphazard bar set up in the corner, unapologetic in the way her elbows may or may not have been utilized in the process. "Please tell me you have something better than beer!" she hollered above the music to the eerily young man tossing cans to the crowd left and right. None of them bothered to check what was handed to them before cracking it open. Joy ached to be that carefree.

The man cracked a toothy smile. "Made this batch myself. Thank me later!" he yelled back, pouring a conspicuously neon green beverage from a neighboring beverage dispenser into a disposable cup and handing it to her.

Joy accepted the cup and raised it to the air in gratitude, earning her a belated "Don't die!" in response. After chugging half the obnoxiously saccharine drink, she finally deemed it an appropriate time to approach her new ally. Adding a little wobble to her step and a faux twinkle to her eyes, she made her way across the room.

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[Remembrance]

Elias AlaniElias watched the cat that perched high with great content, even if he had to stake out for an hour, he’d be alright with it. Oh but that is a terrible lie. He hated this moment, all the time he’s wasting by standing out of his location of interest and just staring at a damn cat. Even after all the work he put into finding the damn place, it’s spent watching a bright-haired man stare at a cat. Dammit Elias, why do you waste your time with this stuff? Elias shook his self-deprecating thoughts away, he had to optimistic about this situation, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about the current situation by standing around. Elias sighed, lowering the phone from his ear. And as he did, he felt something.

A sharp prick. Elias dropped his phone, his pricked hand held by his other hand. He only mumbled swear words under his breathe as he attempted to find why his hand felt like it was being pricked. Elias’ search wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, he found a symbol pop up and it disappeared only shortly after he found it. Elias sighed once more, not only did he drop his phone and possibly break it but he’s also now tangled up in some business he didn’t think he’d be apart of. That’s when he felt something even more annoying. Being apart of a team. The feeling was terrible, he felt connected in the worst ways to a small assortment of people. Elias didn’t quite know who he’d have to work with but his first guess was Mr. Stand-In-The-Middle-Of-A-Moving-Line.

As the bright-haired fella neared Elias, he could smell something. A stench so familiar it was intoxicating. A monster. The man approaching him was a monster and the stench that emanated off of him was strong. This is one hell of a monster. Just where is he from? Elias had no time to even ponder on this monster’s origins, he had already missed most of what the thing had already said and could only recall the monster talking about an adventure. Yeah right, an adventure. Best not be one with you in it. Elias saw as the monster put it’s hand out, Elias just put his up almost like pardoning the thing. “Ah no need for handshakes.” Great, talking to a monster. “My name is Eli, it’s nice to meet you.” Elias refused to say more than what he needed to, he had given a name that’s just the shorter version of Elias and couldn’t even remember the monster’s name. It wouldn’t have mattered though cause either way, Elias wouldn’t have even tried to pronounce or speak a inkling of the thing’s name.

And as Elias was just getting used to the first monster’s stench, another came and closed in. This one stank a little less and Elias oddly felt familiar with it, like he had encountered it once before. Elias sighed once more as he listened to the slightly more familiar monster say it’s name. Elias groaned in his thoughts, annoyed and pissed off that the first people he’s actually encountered at this party are monsters, it’s sickening and all he’s really pulling through for is the moment he could plunge a sword through to the two of them. Elias like many times before sighed, he looked away from the two and attempted to find the cat that he had spent so much time looking at. To only find out that it was gone. So much time spent looking at that damn thing and now it’s gone!! Oh you have to be fucking with me. Elias kept his enraged feelings in his head as he saw a girl begin approach this collective in the corner of his eye.

A few things raised a red flag as the blonde-haired girl slung her arm over Ezekiel. The first was her posture and attitude. It doesn’t match up, it didn’t matter if she was on drugs or extremely tired, no girl her age nor of her attitude would be slumped over like a beetle. Second was again, her posture. Girls her age are typically pretty straight-postured and don’t let themselves be seen so disgustingly. Although all that topped Elias off was subjective at best, it was still enough to be suspicious with her. Elias shrugged the blonde-haired girl’s arm off of him, not needing to be as familiar as she seemingly wanted them to be.

Elias was now a few feet away from the group, he didn’t want this, he never wanted to be paired with two monsters, let alone a young woman being untrue to people. And only as if it couldn’t have been any worse, a woman he felt the strange but familiar team-ly connection with was probably drunk. I damn better not be the only normal person among this collection. Elias began to question his luck, at least half of the people he was supposed to team with were monsters and seemed pretty incompetent. Elias took a deep breath in and then spoke. “Before we all begin talking and questioning each other, let’s move into the foyer over there.” Elias pointed with his eyes as he continued. “That way we can talk in some relative peace.”

Elias began walking towards the foyer door and as he did, he looked up to the nightly sky thinking; Why Gods? Why must you set me on this path? As Elias approached the door, he showed the bracelet to the young man, caring little for the drugs he was passing out and entered the foyer.
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[Lioness075]

Name: Falarion
Location: Foyer of Mysterious Rave
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When someone else approached and greeted Falarion instead, he hesitantly withdrew his hand after noticing the man before him was not keen on taking it anyways. Hearing the other stranger's response, Falarion furrowed his brows in confusion. "Kill demons with kindness?" He asked with an overly perplexed expression. He could not understand that particular phrase with demons inserted into it. There was only one way to kill a demon and it was most certainly not with kindness. As he mulled over the confusing phrasing, Falarion began to realize it was possible the man was being sarcastic. If there was one thing Falarion had failed to understand over the millennia, it was sarcasm. It continued to sail over his head every time someone tried it on him. He just could not comprehend the style of communication and he felt uncomfortable whenever someone attempted it around him.

Before he could say more, or the man before him could finally react, the other man introduced himself as Charun. The name seemed familiar to Falarion, but he felt as if it were on the tip of his tongue and could not quite recall where the man's identity was from. It was something faintly religious, he was certain of that, but it went over his head just like the sarcasm. Sighing, he simply nodded at the man's introduction and then blinked when the man mentioned eventually being, 'free of this flesh'. The man was certainly one of the more peculiar of the group and Falarion was mindful to keep an eye on him from here on out. His monkey tail lashed about behind him in frustration at the knowledge on the tip of his tongue, but his Glamour continued to keep his tail hidden from those around him.

Adding further to his confusion of those in his ever-growing party, Falarion took a step back when the young woman joined the group in a tipsy manner. He did not understand the need for such pretense, but she put on a show about it and even went so far as to touch the man he had originally approached. Falarion tried and failed to hide a faint grin at this. He had a feeling the man would not appreciate that and perhaps this would bring about a humorous reaction from the man. Though, Falarion was rather disappointed in the young woman's acting skills, but he decided against voicing it. Perhaps she would feel better thinking that she was doing a better job of acting than she truly was. The way she spoke definitely brought her youth to light and Falarion realized belatedly that he appeared young himself. He was possibly acting too mature for his age and might make the others suspicious of him without meaning to. He most certainly was not about to act drunk for anyone, though. He doubted he would do any better at the acting than the young woman was doing anyways.

At the very least, the one useful thing Falarion got out of the interactions was the name of the man he had originally introduced himself to. Eli. The name had a religious tone to it and Falarion had to wonder if everyone present was somehow affiliated with some religion much like himself. It was coincidence enough that they had all happened upon this mystery as a group. There was surely more connecting them than the odd sensation earlier and the strong connection they all shared now.

Before Falarion could finally speak up again, Eli made the collective decision to urge everyone to move indoors for now. It was a logical decision, as they had likely drawn some attention to themselves at this point and Falarion tried his best to avoid spotlight situations. Shrugging, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and followed the man into the foyer. Once inside, Falarion almost immediately relaxed in his posture. If he had to guess, the walls in here were soundproof to some degree, which led to a nice muted interior before the chaos beyond. Falarion had to resist the urge to stay here the entire time, as he knew they were bound to enter the actual rave eventually. It could appear odd to the others for one of the younger members of the group to be hesitant to enter a rave, after all.

Glancing about, Falarion noticed a young woman helping take guests' coats and jackets, though she seemed more focused on her phone than anything else. Confident he could get away with it, he gave her a once over and was almost immediately smiling. She was beautiful in an individualistic kind of way and he admired her outgoing appearance of confidence and well, boredom. He felt as if she were almost out of place in here. She did not seem like she belonged here so much as somewhere else where she could be achieving much more. Though, Falarion had a tendency to think highly of everyone until proven wrong, so he could just as easily be wrong. Although, Falarion did recognize this as an opportunity to act more his age and have some fun. He did realize that by doing this, he would likely lose favor with Eli based on his reaction to the young woman earlier. Yet, Falarion felt as if he may in turn gain favor with the younger members of his group. Either way, he would have his fun and it would certainly help him relax overall.

Dropping his shoulders and loosening his stance, Falarion grinned as he sauntered over to the young woman behind the counter. Once he had neared her, he calmly took off his button-down, which had been unbuttoned this entire time. In a flourish, he swung it around himself and all but flexed his bicep when he held it out to the young woman. Still grinning, Falarion said, "I'm sorry, but it suddenly got so hot in here that I just had to take this off." He even winked at her after he said this while he waited for her reaction and response. He felt as if Eli was glaring at him from behind, knowing the man would not at all approve of this. At the very least, it could prove to be an ideal ice-breaker for the others to relax around him.

 

[SilverFlight]

The girl behind the counter watched the group filter in. Her eyes moved to their hands, as if she could see the mark that had appeared so briefly on their skin, plain as day. She didn't look impressed with them. The only one her eyes lingered on was Falarion. Then, they widened in surprise as he began to approach. She watched him take the shirt off with a flourish, delivering possibly one of the worst contrived lines a human could ever concoct.
'Harry' stood there in stunned silence for a moment, before a quick blink drew her back into the unfortunate reality. Her eyes flicked quickly from Falarion to the others in a desperate attempt to understand his motivation, then, she looked up and shot the ceiling a murderous glare, as if it was at fault for her current situation and had done her a personal wrong. When she looked back at Falarion her face had become a perfect customer service mask.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to keep your shirt on inside the building."
Then she leaned in a little closer and her expression changed into something else: her dark eyes flashed a jewel-bright green and she smiled, giving off the impression of a cat with a cornered mouse. Her hand came forward and slipped into his ever so gently. He could feel something press into his palm.
"If you don't want to die here," she began, her voice a sultry purr. "You should focus more on the task at hand."

At that moment the doors into the rave opened and a man stepped out, accompanied by the loud roar of the EDM mixes playing on the army of speakers around the stage.
He was massive, with a bald head sporting strange looping tattoos. On the back of his neck was the inked image of a snarling cat. He was oddly dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt stretched tight over his muscles, and a dinner jacket, worn and dusty with the sleeves recklessly torn off the body. There was a faint blue tinge to the skin around his eyes and mouth and he moved slowly with his gaze staring straight ahead of him.
He didn't look at the small group as he spoke.
"Take the Mist before you go in. I wanna see the empty bags."
It was a strange order to be sure. If they looked to the girl behind the counter for guidance they would find her already gone without a trace.

In Falarion's palm there was a crumpled piece of paper, on which was the fragment of another poem:

If the area window was found ajar
And the basement looked like a field of war,
If a tile or two came loose on the roof,
Which presently ceased to be waterproof,
If the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chests,
And you couldn't find one of your winter vests,
Or after supper one of the girls
Suddenly missed her Woolworth pearls:

Then the family would say: "It's that horrible cat!"

The man grinned and waited in front of the doors, barring their way until they obliged, or found a way to convince him that they had.
Behind him, the noise from the rave still poured through. Something was preventing the door from closing completely. There, wedged in the tiny space on the floor between the metal guards of the doors...was a pearl.

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[Goonfire]

Ambrose was mildly entertained by the flirt pestering the unamused woman. It wasn’t everyday he had the luxury of watching scenes that didn’t involve sorrow and death. The chuckle was short-lived as she gave some instructions that fell a bit short of intimidating the psychopomp.

The hulking bouncer, however, came a bit closer to doing the job. Ambrose cursed those twins under his breath for not making him a whole seven feet tall as requested. The cat tattoo gave the hint this wouldn’t go horribly—or so he thought—so he whipped out the tiny bag and opened it. His tongue deliver snaked out of his mouth as he made eye contact with the bouncer. The pills slid free, only to skate down the surface of the sensory organ and down into his gullet. His Adam’s apple raised noticeably, indicating he swallowed them fearlessly. “Ah... Better?” he breathed, awaiting the next bizarre set of instructions.

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[Remembrance]

Elias AlaniElias rolled his eyes in disappointment as he saw the bright-haired monster take his shirt off and present it to the nice young lady at the front desk. I’m working with idiots aren’t I.. Elias took a deep breathe in, then out. He had to relax himself, it didn’t matter that these people were bad at what they were doing, he had focus on the fact that were the only people he could rely on on this odd situation. Even though relying on monster was something Elias never thought he’d have to do, it might be necessary for what’s to come. Elias looked around at the group then at the bright haired monster, seeing his shirt taking-off moment be ruined by a woman dedicated to her job. But as Elias was just about to chuckle, he paused, seeing the lady lean in with an almost different expression. No. An almost different face.

Just what is this place? A large collective of monsters waiting to be slaughtered? Elias had no idea whether or not the woman at the desk was a monster and he couldn’t rule out the idea of magic but it was clear that this place was either more dangerous or insane than Elias thought it was. Another deep breathe in, then out. He had to stay focused at the task at hand. He had to figure out what this was place and now, how to enter it. A hulking man, presumably a bouncer came out of a set of doors that led to the rave. The bouncer asked for them to take something called ‘Mist’ but the bouncer barely even looked at the group when he spoke. Is the man even awake? Elias decided not to ponder on that thought any further, this place was more than enough reason for somebody like that to be here.

Elias had no choice, he basically being stared down even though the bouncer seemed to barely have a sense of sight. But before he took the pill, he saw something. A pearl wedged between the doors. It’s not uncommon for things to be lost between or under doors but this thing was special. It’s not like it called to him but it had a certain effect on him. I’ll have to go and grab that when I can. Elias now with his observations done, had nothing to do but take the pill. He took his third deep breathe then put the pill in his mouth. He supposedly swallowed, held his hands up to show he wasn’t hiding it then walked towards the bouncer.

Elias now approaching the bouncer had to get the pearl and show his secret. So Elias reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, he ‘accidentally’ dropped it however, it Lansing somewhat close to the pearl. Elias wasn’t afraid of the bouncer catching him, the bouncer wasn’t even looking in his direction so he figured it wouldn’t be easy to see what he was up to. As Elias picked up his phone, he reached his hand over to grab the pearl then stood up. “Sorry.” He said, moving past the bouncer. Elias turned around, pocketing the pearl then spitting the pill he had supposedly swallowed out onto the palm of his hand. He dropped it to the ground, mentally patting himself on the back for the best trick he had thought of. His trick wasn’t complicated, all he did was push the pill down under his tongue then swallow. It’s not hard, he’s done it before. Elias had to hope that they would be able to replicate his trick, otherwise he may have to be working with drugged up monsters and idiots.
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[Coldpopz]

Even as Impala's facade continued, she drilled into Falarion's back with a narrow-eyed glare. All this work to blend in and he took off his shirt in rainy weather so he could flirt with the coat taker. If the man weren't out of arms' length, Impala would've already been strangling him. Though, it was only the first of many analyses for her teammates; sharing some sort of bond didn't mean they were free of strengths and weaknesses. That included her. One way or another, those traits would surface when shit hit the fan.

The rest of the party hadn't given her enough to go on, except for one. Maybe the most problematic of the bunch so far... Eli. She recognized that look in his eye, a probing stare that riddled its targets with judgment- all the wrong kinds of judgment at that. It wasn't the honed focus of a soldier, identifying which factors were important. No, it was the indiscriminate, pointless opinion-making of a civilian mixed with glints of narcissism, and just to top it off, the attitude of an angry brat who didn't like being here. Would he really lay himself on the line for any of them? She doubted it. Conversely, 'Eli' could think whatever he wanted of Impala. Arrogant? Sure. Abrasive? Sure. It was his nature and irrelevant because he was likely too afraid say it to her face anyway. However, she'd have to tone him down if his pompousness became a problem. No matter what, the fate of the world would not hinge on his ability to play nice.

Ambrose seemed fine. Composed. Looks can be deceiving, but Impala doubted that was the case here.

Luckily, they had both bought some much needed time. Impala's hand slipped into her pocket and thumbed the bag of pills. A crisp feeling traveled through her fingers as the drugs slid out and she produced empty plastic for the bouncer, moving past him casually.

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Falarion was beyond amused by the young woman's reaction and was already hurriedly trying to think of how to follow up, but stopped when she responded. It was a simple response, though her reaction had said way more about how she felt. Slightly disheartened by the lack of encouragement from her or his group, Falarion slipped his shirt back on. He muttered under his breath, "This is going to be a long adventure with you lot." Just as he was finishing with the last button on his shirt, Falarion felt a sudden intense gaze on him. He glanced up worriedly just in time to see the young woman reaching for one of his hands. He hesitantly let her take one while he felt her sneakily pass off something to him. Her change in tone alone hinted to him that this was not going to be just a jaunty and fun adventure here. There was danger afoot and Falarion was determined to get to the bottom of it! Once he managed to convince his group members that they could relax a little.

Before Falarion could get a good look at what was in his palm, the loud sound of music hit him all at once and he muttered a curse while trying to resist the urge to cover up his ears. He was determined to appear as humanly as possible in this group, especially since he got the feeling that while some were 'special' like he was, not everyone was more than just a human. He was well aware that most humans felt on edge around beings like himself. As he took in the sight of the looming man now joining them, Falarion could not help but gape at him. This man was enormous and he looked like he might have eaten some of his patrons. As slowly and sluggish as the man appeared, Falarion was not keen on attempting to grapple with a man of his proportions. Falarion did not doubt his own strength and capabilities in a fight, but he also did not enjoy getting needlessly injured. Hearing the man say they had to take the pills and show empty bags, Falarion scowled. He was most certainly not taking any mystery drugs, especially not some drugs called, 'The Mist'. Sighing, he went over a couple ideas in his head for circumnavigating this preposterous demand while his group members attempted some sleights of their own. Falarion was far from impressed overall, especially when Charun simply took the pills as told. Falarion raised an eyebrow at this and took note of that just in case he would require some assistance once inside. Falarion doubted the pills would help anyone keep a level head. Falarion was certain at this point that the man was...off somehow. He just was not sure of how yet.

While Elias and the edgy young woman in their group attempted their own tricks, Falarion looked back down at what the young woman had given him. He let out yet another sigh when he realized it was a poem. Again. Even after reading it twice, Falarion was still drawing a blank to its meaning. Grumbling, he pocketed it for later and decided he would share the poem with the group after they all got inside. Shifting his attention back to the big bouncer, Falarion considered his options again and then grinned as he opted for a little trick of the senses. Approaching the bouncer after Impala, Falarion smiled eagerly and then pulled out his bag of pills for the man to see. He then opened it and tossed the pills in to the air before he supposedly caught them in his mouth and swallowed. His Glamour had hidden the quick sleight of hand trick, though. The moment before the two pills entered his mouth, his invisible monkey's tail had shot up from behind him and wrapped around the pills in one deft movement. As he lowered his tail, he went to move past the bouncer, intending to drop the pills once he got inside the rave officially.

 

[SilverFlight]

The bouncer watched them critically, but what each of them did, it was enough to satisfy him. He stepped aside and permitted them entrance.
The noise from the rave was fully audible now, and drowned out all words. Lights of all colours flashed in their faces and up on stage a DJ warped the music to a pulsing beat. There was a haze in the air from the many smoke machines positioned about the hall and the wall were spattered with neon paint that gleamed in the black lights.
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As soon as Elias touched the pearl he felt a gentle aura surround him. It was a pure aura, a good one and his hand tickled where the symbol had etched itself onto his skin.
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The pills Charun took seemed to have no effect...for now.
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Not far beyond where the first lay, there was another pearl, and another, seemingly leading on through the scattered crowd, though miraculously, no a single one was disturbed by the multitude of Docs, Convers and Nikes that filled the dance floor.

The bar was illuminated by blue-white overhead lights and there were two guys serving drinks. Beyond that the the dance floor was a dark, seething mass of bodies. Small patches of colour flashing against the black as an element of clothing, white or close to it, reflected the black light.
Between the bar and the concentrated mass that was on the central part of the floor there was one person that stood out: Her dark skin was smooth and flawless, her hair a wild mass of perfect curls. If one had to guess at her background one might say Egyptian. She wore ripped jean shorts under a violet half-skirt that cascaded down one hip. The t-shirt was a deep blue and cut to reveal her midriff, bellybutton pierced with a gold ring. The shirt bore the eye of Horus in gold and above that eye, were her own, a deep, jewel-bright green.
The way she danced was no like the others, who jerked and swayed without much style or grace. This girl danced as if she had been dancing all of her life. She moved with purpose, grace and fluidity, and was catching more than one eye from the patrons at the bar, however, when she stopped dancing, she looked straight at the small group that had just been permitted to enter.
What she didn't see was that behind her, someone had begun to approach: a bull of a man, the look on his face told them that his intentions were not good.
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((Feel free to control the bar tenders, this shady man and some of the crowd, please do not write for the girl.))

 

[Goonfire]

In the deepest reaches of the underworld, the gods expressed their great displeasure with the representative they had sent. “I cannot believe that idiot just did that,” Thánatos complained as the other spirits and gods of death watched from their shadowy realm’s reflecting pond.

“Leave it to Charun to do something stupid out of sheer pride,” Hypnos added, resting his head in one hand before picking himself up to yawn.

A third, more mature-sounding voice echoed from the darkness; it was Viduus, as the glint of his war fork indicated. “In that form, his power is repressed to mere superhuman levels; nowhere close to angelic or godlike. Should he find himself poisoned to death, he will simply return here for due process.”

The mighty Dīs Pater growled from his throne, in a voice that unsettled stone, “The Dii Inferi rule it completely just to keep Charun’s powers sealed if his mortal vessel perishes from a decision he makes. No other psychopomp may intervene in his affairs unless I send them.” The hulking god’s pair of glowing white eyes settled on Vanth, implying that order was at least partially a warning directed at her.

“I can feel you all looking at me,” Vanth said rather casually, her own tranquil gaze fixed on the window into the human realm. “He will persevere, one way or another. As asinine and proud as he may be, these other slouches will come to keep him in-check, and he, in turn, will keep them safe and on the right track, if only by brute force.” Her stare finally flickered up to the others, her head cocking to the side slightly. “We did not send him because of his wisdom, if you recall. We sent him because he is hardheaded and resilient, both mentally and physically.”

“We will hold you to that statement,” a chorus of otherworldly voices echoed as a plethora of glowing eyes pierced through the darkness. The dii inferi had spoken.
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Ambrose shrugged, thinking he would simply get high now. In his opinion, he was merely carrying through with an ‘honorable’ act, as though that fishy bouncer had challenged his integrity. He proceeded into the rave, the sheer chaos of hundreds of unskilled, gyrating mortals causing great stress. ‘Where is the art in this shit?’ he thought as he jostled through the crowd gruffly, following this trail of pearls, a few of which he accidentally stepped on.

This... Egyptian girl stood out from the crowd; Ambrose didn’t need a keen eye to notice her or the big bastard approaching. He keenly slipped around her. With his head turned out of the bouncer’s view, he quickly relayed a message to her: “Hulk, six o’clock”. Knowing what he did about the Egyptian pantheon, there would likely be a mutual appreciation if the Etruscan could get her out of harm’s way. He then passed her, keeping the strapping sod in his peripheral vision.

 

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The dark energy emanating from the situation in front of her did not escape Joy's notice as she slipped past throngs of sweaty bodies and reaching hands, directly towards her new allies. The woman was entrancing to say the least, her fluidity reminding her of a time several centuries ago in a small village hours away from her hometown. The air of those times danced along with the music in a way far less forced than the vibrating humidity of her current surroundings, guiding her figure with ease as she joined the celebrating crowd under the hot summer sun. There was nothing mechanical about it, nothing to will into fruition beyond her own sheer bliss of becoming one with the wave flowing through her, one which she allowed to consume her being and take her away one last time.

A sharp elbow to her upper arm jerked Joy back to the present, which had dropped significantly in temperature as the growing ball of despair and mourning in her chest made itself known yet again. She had been standing still, staring unflinchingly at the Egyptian woman a mere few yards ahead. While she had initially decided to remain apathetic to the situation unfolding on the dance floor, Joy pinned her sudden change of heart on a deliberate, calculated show of sportsmanship, and not the nostalgia burning through her veins.

It didn't take her longer than a moment to stumble into the leering man's path.

"Whoa, hey! Watch it, big guy," the wraith slurred, holding out her cup in front of her to balance the shift in inertia. "You almost knocked my fucking drink out of my hand."

The absolute unit of a man gazed down at her, irritation and confusion clouding his eyes. "You did that to yourself, lady. Get out of my way," he barked impatiently, eyes flicking back towards the elegantly dancing girl.

As he attempted to step forward, Joy stood up straight and placed her unoccupied hand on the center of his chest, not giving him a moment's notice before channeling the frigid hurricane of misery in her heart and sending it outwards from her palm. She dedicated no more than 3 seconds to barraging the man's state of mind through her icy touch before she melted back into the crowd, tossing back the rest of her drink and allowing the human heat around her to bring some semblance of warmth back into her turbulent core. For what it was worth, the unsightly man seemed fixed in the position Joy has left him, eyes locked on something hidden from everyone but himself.

The wraith took a deep breath at the sight, forcing a smile onto her face. It wasn't a walk in the park for her to transfer energy that quickly without making a mess of things or raising a brow from any onlookers. She attributed her success to her sudden motivation to protect the Egyptian girl and moved on, knowing full well that she didn't get that lucky very often and shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Falarion
Location: Mysterious Rave
Tagged: SilverFlight , Remembrance , Coldpopz , Goonfire , sox

Once they officially entered the rave, Falarion began blinking rapidly and resisted the urge to rub his temples. He was no doubt going to have a tension headache to keep him company for the night. Sighing, he forced himself to look around the rave and see if there would perhaps be a less cryptic sign of what they should do next. He really was not too keen on poetry himself and would have much preferred a hands-on puzzle to solve for this, but he had little choice now in the matter. Having been oblivious to the first pearl, Falarion did not notice the others laying on the ground and instead looked up in time to see the gorgeous Egyptian girl dancing. She easily stood apart from the crowd and Falarion found himself drawn to her imperceptibly. Almost immediately after he had noticed her, the girl suddenly stopped dancing and was watching his group.

Falarion figured this was as good a time as any to lay on the charm and he gave her one of his classic, smooth smiles before he began expertly weaving through the pulsing crowd. Just as he had begun to near her, he glanced at her again to see the large man approaching her and Falarion's smile tightened. It was clear to anyone reading the man's expression that he was out to cause trouble and given his trajectory, Falarion was determined to intercept him. Before he got his chance to do so, though, one of the guys from his group, whose name Falarion still had not gotten, made a move first. Falarion nearly tripped over someone in his hastened approach and cursed while he regained his footing. Once he did, he looked up to see another member of his group halting the giant man with surprising ease. She was one of the girls that kept acting like she was drunk and Falarion had to wonder if either of the girls realized how ridiculous they appeared to everyone else.

Finally breaking free of the dancing crowd, Falarion stood up tall and did his best to appear nonchalant while he joined the Egyptian girl's side. She was absolutely an eye candy and Falarion struggled to look away from her, but forced himself to. He knew better than to stare for too long at anyone. Eyeing the frozen hulk, Falarion crossed his arms and then shouted over the music, "And here I thought I was going to be the knight in shining armor. I guess I got beat to the punch, or touch." Now looking sideways at the girl with a wide smile, Falarion held out his hand and shouted, "Name's Falarion. You easily outshine everyone here with how you dance. I'd love to learn some moves from you, if you're up for sharing."