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[WoD] Heart of the Mountain

"That was a stainless steel non stick pan designed to get any mess clean." She says, her eyes narrowing as she begins thinking up ideas. "You'll have to repair it... and pay for the alarm fine that i'm doubtless going to get from the fire department. A few days working with no pay ought to do it." She says, looking at the boy. Well.. that actually turned out rather well.
 
Meila wasted no time retracing her steps down the mountain and back towards Lyre. Her body was numb despite the day slowly warming and her body trembled both from exposure and the mental stress of the morning. Reaching the foot of the mountain where she had entered, she peeked from the safety and cover of some bushes. She could hear the hustle and bustle in Lyre as the town woke up and set about its daily routine, far more active than when she had set out earlier that day.


"Oh no..." She uttered softly to herself, "The streets are full of peoples! How am I supposed to get to the safe place without them seeing me?" She asked herself, feeling more exposed and modest about her appearance than she had when she set out; more vulnerable too.


Earlier, fear drove her to brave the cold and march towards her destination without much of a care… Now, fear held her back. She wanted more than anything to get back to the fire-haired girl, but now she was afraid to move, frozen in position watching the townsfolk from afar.


"I… I need something to cover my body." Meila sighed sadly, "But I don"t have anything."


She started poking and prodding at the slushy snow and muddy ground. "Perhaps I could cover myself if mud?" Meila wondered as she continued to probe the ground. "No... NO! That's a stupid idea... I'm not a stupid person! But... I can't think of anything!" It was then she eyed a dumpster behind a building closest to her position. "Maybe they have something it that I can use? It seems like a big enough storage box! Yes... Maybe... I will have a peek."


Meila emerged from the bushes and tried to remain unseen as she approached the dumpster, hoping to find something of use within.
 
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  • @Aquafan


    "An eye, of some kind of monster?" Chrys wondered if this was some sort of magical creature or simply some kind of nightmarish imaginary being. The thing was, both could be very dangerous. She thought about it for a second and asked the intelligent dream-watcher before her. "What did you think it was?"


    (It's a Intelligence + Occult roll to identify it, I don't think you made that roll yet, but you passed the investigation one.)


 


Silva Mulier

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Silva raised an eyebrow at Anthony and crossed her tattooed arms, shaking her head. Once the owner, Rosette, appeared beside her, Silva chuckled lightly, as she found the female's reaction slightly amusing. When Rosette referred to payment, Silva raised her eyebrow once more. "Don't you think an actor like him could just afford to replace it for you? He's probably busy with other things anyway." Silva spoke to Rosette and shrugged, then turned back to Anthony. "Just wanted to make sure everything was alright and that no one was hurt. Your bike should only take a couple days, I'll work on it as often as I can." Silva nodded to Anthony then nodded to Rosette, a faint smile on her lips as she did so. She pulled out her braid and ran a hand through her now soaking wet hair, thanks to the sprinkler system in the bar, then chuckled. "You need some help cleaning up, Rosette?" Silva asked, looking around at the building, seeing that the interior was mostly damp. If it wasn't wiped down soon, the water would warp the wood and rust the metal she had in the bar.


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@ValkyrieRose @Xistund Mood: Amused Location: Crypt

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@NovaPheonix


"If you could get him to answer, that would be awesome. Hopefully he's turned up since yesterday, but I know Julia was worried about him." Michael said with a nod. All of this was true, except the part about him being worried about the kid. He knew Julia had a soft spot for Johnny, but he didn't share her...affections. He simply did what Julia told him to. Regarding the girl in the alley... "We just met an hour ago. some random chance or fluke, I guess. I think she wanted to talk to me when I was done, but she hasn't responded since I asked her that question." 'Michael' glanced back to the woman he had only recently met, replaying the encounter in perfect detail in his mind before returning his attention to Harry.


He really wanted to get more information on Harry, but this would technically be enough, while he waited for Johnny to pick up, he watched the man's peripherals to try to read his aura. After abount 30 seconds of what would look like an inquisitive stare to Harry, 'Michael' raised an eyebrow and looked away. The man definitely had a supernatural aspect to him, though 'Michael' could not tell what it was. Harry's aura wasn't just difficult, it was impossible to read, almost like the space around him was rejecting the very idea of being read, forcing 'Michael' to look away. This piqued his interest, though he decided he would hold off on saying anything to Harry--hopefully Harry didn't know about the attempt, though he wouldn't be surprised if he had.
 
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Rosette looked at the place... it was, indeed, rather damp. "If someone rich like him pays for it there's no value to be had in it." She said. "For the wealthy you can destroy a place completely and shall out enough money to be fine. But no, making them WORK to repay it... that's worth more." She says with a smile. She had wanted her father to work to make up for all the shit he had done to her, but had been content with the payment she had forced out of him. Similar situation really: you break it, you pay for it.


"Help will be appreciated, though." She says, pausing for a moment. "I guess if everyone helps dry everything off we'll be done relatively shortly. If anything received water damage, let me know."
 
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  • Anthony sighed a bit as he looked around the mess he made, sometimes he felt like all he was good for was destroying things. He debated using some magic to try to fix the place up. Would he get in trouble if he did that? The two people in the bar where not human or so his magey senses where tingling around them. He decided ageist it though. He still was unsure if he fully trusted them, and if they went hostile on him he would rather keep what he could do a secret. "Just like Mizoguchi" He muttered to himself, if he was just going to be the clumsy dumb actor who messes up to them he could use that as a weapon.


 
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  • @Aquafan


    He wanted to go with them, mainly due to family time he didn't normally have, but once his phone started ringing, he knew he wasn't going to be able to go with them at all, but rather raised his hand and gave a sort of half-smile.


    "A-ah, Harry! I'll catch up with you both later, alright?"


    That was all he said as he picked up his phone and started off the other direction out of the alleyway and into the street. He did pick up the first chance he was able to, and listened in for a while, though most of the voices were faint, so he hung up the phone, checked the number, then called back so as to disturb whomever it was that called him, whether it was a wrong number (not likely), or just an accident. Either way, he waited until it was picked up to say anything.


    "You know, it's one thing to call and leave a message, but it's another to call and I have to hang up instead. I would suggest not doing that again, Chryssi. Also, What was it that was so important that you needed to call me in the first place?"


 
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Roxane shook her head at chryses question, disappointed herself that her limited knowledge did not extend to such a thing, then again it was too intwined to be anything other then a part of her dream. Dreams can bounce to limbo or reflect emotions and memorys. "I'm not claiming to be an expert, but I AM fairly certain she imagined it. If it helps, I could describe it, it is reptilian, powerful," she felt as if she where looking at it again, she then layed her golden like eyes helplessly on chrys, with a frown. "That is all, Its nothing I am familiar with," She then stood from her position, and eyed the bed thoughtfully, however there was nothing left here. She heard a phone ring, reaching her hand down into her coat pockets, only to realize it was not her own.

I will have to make a mental check on the spear later she thought as a side note to herself.​
 
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  • @Aquafan


    "I'm attempting an investigation on this little girl who might be gifted..." She spoke directly to him, getting straight to the point rather than being polite or dancing around the subject out of respect for him. "I found her wandering around in the middle of the night. She has a focus pendant and a book that...I honestly can't make heads or tails of. Me and a volunteer ran some dream interpretation and I think we should be keeping an eye on this one. I was going to present her to the council, but then she uh...left." She sighed, sounding embarrassed to admit it to him. "Either way, I have two operatives who I can send to search the city for her, unless you have a better idea?"


 
Meila reached the dumpster and to her relief had gone unnoticed on her approach. She studied the large metal container from either side before taking hold of the lid and pushing back against the wall of the building with a loud *clang*. Peering inside, Meila gagged slightly at the smells that assaulted her as she started sifting through the rubbish.


She fished out a few cardboard boxes, a handful of rags and some plastic bags along with a few heavier bags full of spoiled food and other assorted things that had been disposed of. Meila then eyed some clothes that had been discarded and fished them out. She looked them over, folding and turning them in her hands. It was a discarded pair of men's utility coveralls, brown and a little on the large and stinky side, but enough to cover her body.


"Well... This will have to do I guess." Meila sighed, both annoyed and relieved. "But how… do I put these on?" She muttered before figuring out how the zipper worked.


With the zipper undone, Meila slipped her legs and arms into the coveralls and flapped her arms a little; the suit was clearly intended for a man at least a foot taller than her and the sleeves and legs completely enveloped her body. With little reluctance, she did the zipper back up and although the coveralls were quite baggy, they at least did the job and remained somewhat secure around her neck, preventing it from slipping down.


"O-Okay... So I have something to wear, but now I need to remember where that girl lives." She told herself as she began marching out from behind the building and onto the main street in an awkward goose-stepping fashion.
 



  • Anthony saw the woman coming in and was starting to feel like a trapped animal with all these paranormal creatures. He wished he was better at telling exactly who was what it would make fighting monsters so much easier, if things where a bit different he would have tried to get into mind magic. Though since he was who he was, he was mistrusting of people who could delve into someone's mind. It was just creepy to him, people jumping into someone's privet thoughts or changing how they thought. It was not just right, well it was magic so he guessed it was right gah now he's getting distracted by thoughts of stupid mind readers and such. He did what he always did in situations where he was thinking too much, he took a breath and tried to regain his Zen. "I should get going, sorry about the pan, I'll get it fixed for you as soon as I can, but I should check out the gyms you mentioned." He was now trapped with three women of unknown origins, that leads him to believe that ether it was just a coincidence that four supernatural beings entered a bar, 'Oh good my life is becoming the set up for a joke.' Or the three where working together and he was trapped. He would rather a fight not brake out in the tiny kitchen where he could not get a full swing of his swords. He stepped out of the kitchen, reaching in and putting some extra money on the table. "Sorry for the trouble." Ok he was at least in the bar area, if a fight broke out he would at least be able to move around more freely. He started to head out to the door trying to keep himself alert if one of them follows him out.


 
"If you don't show up for work tonight i'm sending a massive bill to your company in your name, and i'm going to say it was for booze and multiple hookers." Rosette warns, and she'd do it to. She didn't care if the man left at this moment, she would doubtless be able to find him later should something arise.


Turning to the new woman, she looked at her. "is there something i can help you with?!" She says, now a bt more agitated. She hated nosy people. nosy people needed to be dealt with. "As you can see, we've had a little incident so if you could return later."
 


Silva Mulier

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Silva raised her eyebrow at Anthony's behaviour but shrugged and backed up from the kitchen, allowing him to leave. He smelled of fear and worry, but she didn't want to make matters worse so she hung back at the bar. She grabbed a nearby washcloth and began wiping down the tables, ignoring the greetings of the new arrival. She was aware of the female, but Silva didn't do anything to indicate as much. She watched Anthony leave and thought she'd meet up with him later, ask him how he was doing, and a couple of other things. She wiped down the tables within her vicinity and proceeded to wipe down tables, clearing the water from the surfaces.


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@Xistund @ValkyrieRose @NovaPheonix Mood: Concerned Location: Crypt

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  • @Aquafan


    "Hmm... that is quite the conundrum..." Even now, he leaned against the wall of the buildings while pondering what it was that he was to do. This made less and less sense as time went on... and he liked it. Finally deciding on an action, he pushed himself off the wall and started walking, no longer appearing as a pushover, but rather as a leader as his strides became longer and he kept his head held high. "Keep the volunteer with you. I'll speak to a few Guardians to find her. They may have a better time finding her than any of us will, although if those were the 'operatives' you spoke of, then great idea! Send them." Even now, he looked up at the street sign, and continued onwards towards the bakery. It almost seemed as if he had two lives to live, one that only his son knew the gravity of, and one that the world saw him as, but there were other things he wished to speak of, while he was on the phone.


    "Please, put me on speaker when you get the chance. It would be quite the hassle to keep your guest uninformed while you hold a conversation. If they were able to consult with you, then they are more than able to speak to me as well. They'll meet me soon anyway. But do give me a description of this girl as well, please? I could save calling in many favors if I happen to see her. Also... have that journal at the ready. I fear that the events of Wonderland are not what's at the bottom of the Rabbit Hole." He sighed, and looked up and around the street he was walking on, trying to figure out what was going on, and the longest way to get to the bakery while also going along more... unsavory paths and alleyways. Every movement he made was calculated, but whimsical, almost as if he were dancing while walking the alleyways (which he was, but there was a rhyme and reason for it). He was glad that whatever background noise he had wasn't enough to cause him to speak up, but also not enough to identify where he was, especially with his ramblings and turning, causing a sound akin to wind each time he did. Now, it was time for his greatest act... one that he performed perfectly from years of practice. "Speaking of Rabbit Holes... My Father kicked me out again, can you believe it?! He just up and threatened me with a ladle! I nearly cried, Chryssi! Actual tears! Oh, am I on speakerphone finally? Hello there, esteemed dream interpreter. I have a dream for you to interpret, or do you need some sort of object to see it directly? Rather strange way to see a dream, don't you think? Either way... Welcome to the circle. Chryssi here will shed some light as to the proper greeting methods when I arrive. Just remember: The mask goes ON your face, upside down, and then you give yourself a little whirl, okay? May just save your life one day." With one phone on his ear, he pulled out another to tap at the screen, and send a little text to his son, though he didn't care if anyone intercepted and read it. It wouldn't be incriminating, but his son would know what he meant.


    [Txt: Fruit of Looms] Ah, sorry I wasn't able to meet up with you... (:'() But... we could head to lunch! (*U*)(:3)(>u>) I heard of this place with a flower motif, it's really good ( :P ) Like... really really good. (o'v'o) Anyway, you should come! (^.^) Love you~ (<3)(<3)(<3)(<3)(<3)(<3)(<3)


 



  • @Aquafan @Sigyn


    Chrys switched the phone to speaker so her new agent could hear the conversation. She then described Meila as best she could and told Roxane to go out looking for her as the man had asked. "Hurry up and find her, she's probably just lost somewhere in the city."


 
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riding a Bicycle to Work, having a bit of trouble due to the time she spent finishing the current day's class albeit, with a barely passing grade on the assignment, the delivery girl known as 'Tigerseye Yin'. probably on the cheapest of phone packages, sent a simple text to Harry. "i'm sorry, Classes Ran late." the message would read. the toned and lithe firm figure of 5'5", roughly in her twenties, clad in a light green worn hooded sweatshirt with a zipper that tended to stick, a light blue pair of relaxed fit jeans that had faded quite a good deal and even had a few patches, and a pair of sneakers that have seen at least 2 years of wear and tear,


the tomboyish figure, clearly somebody who lived in the bad part of town and worked an honest job doing deliveries for a Harry Hang's Chinese restaurant had finally after a good while taking precautions to avoid being hit and getting injured, because her safety was more important than risking an injury from a potential reckless driver to get there a bit earlier. she knew she was going to hear the lecture again. but college classes were expensive and could she really make it to her shift on time? she was unaware of the fact she would have to work twice as hard during this shift, but well, she was coming because she needed the work and well, she would have came earlier if her classes didn't take so long. so she had to make up part of her shift anyway. the only discernable feature of this seemingly insignificant individual, were her eyes, which bore an ambery hued golden color that resembled the color of a tigerseye.
 
A few minutes into her trek, Meila paused for a moment to roll up the long legs and sleeves of the jumpsuit she had procured from the trash. She sighed softly and gazed around at her surroundings afterwards, feeling the eyes of many a stranger falling upon her. She felt out of place, highly uncomfortable and vulnerable as she observed the gawking faces and without knowing what else to do, she offered an awkward wave along with a nervous giggle before continuing on her way at a rapid pace.


"I hope she is home..." Meila whispered to herself as she retraced her steps back towards the bakery; a mental note she had made subconsciously on her way to find James that morning. "I don't know what I will do if she is not... But what if she is mad? I just ran away without saying goodbye... Though... she would not have let me go if I did... But, I don't think that would have been bad... I would not have hurt that man if that happened... No... I made him dead..."


Meila continue to walk, her eyes trained at the ground, trying not to make any eye contact with other strange people walking by. As she passed by one particular shop front, a strange smell caught her attention and she couldn't help but peer in through the window. Glancing through the glass, she noticed some weird looking people with eyes that looked like they had just got out of bed, though on a second glance, she compared their eyes to those of dragons; slightly oblique and dark obsidian in colour. She watched as they served up food that they had prepared and was baffled.


"What is this?" She exclaimed in disbelief, "Are they cooking... worms, maggots... and something that looks the inside of my chamber pot? How can this be? It smells yummy!" Meila continued watching through the window of what was a Chinese restaurant as they continued to serve up various plates of noodles, rice and dishes consisting of various meats and sauces, before realising that she was being watched again. "No, no! Keep focused! I need to keep going!"


Meila hurried off once more in the direction she remembered the bakery being in, walking by various signs and shapes that she vaguely recalled but had made note of and soon she found herself smelling the wondrous breads as she had the night before, as she stood out front of the bakery.


"I-I found it! I am here!" She squealed, unable to hide the joy she was feeling in returning. "The safe place of the fire haired girl! I... I want to go in… but I am scared... What will I say?" She asked herself, looking at her reflection in the shiny glass; she was greeted again by the reflection of one the was foreign to her, the one that she knew to be her true appearance. "I wish it was not like this... I hate this... I feel sick looking at this..." She growled bitterly as she gestured towards her reflection and without another thought, she pushed through the glass door and entered the bakery.


@Aquafan
 
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Roxane jumped a little as she heard the loud speaker coming from the phone, clearly chrys had forgotten to turn off the speaker. It was some very happy guy, roxane found it strange how he could say everything in such a happy tone. "right," she said in response to him saying 'keep your mask upside down,' she was wondering what this ment, as well as if she had time to interpret another dream. "I'll see what i can do," she said in a loud voice, hoping he could hear her. She looked to chryssi questioningly, mouthing 'who is he?'.

She sighed, and looked up gratefully as chryssi finally gave her the order to go and find the girl. "I will gladly do it, hmm," she practically knew what the girl looked like from being in the dream, "I'll figure it out," that was when she bowed slightly in respect to her mage master, before turning feet and heading towards the door in the back. She walked outside, and noticed someones shadow, her eyes immediatly went in alert. stealthily and slowly, she walked along the path of the allyway, her back against the corner of the bakery, eyeing to the side. only to find herself face to face with a girl, a familiar looking girl. She stood out from her hiding spot, and tried to look peaceful, putting her hands up, not wanting to scare the girl. " oi... hey... hello, something tells me i know you?" she said. Hoping her random appearance wouldn't creep out the girl. "My name is Roxane, whats yours?" yes yes a good start.
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(i apologize for the shortness, i don't have time >.<... )


@NovaPheonix @Karalexia @sygin
 
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Anthony could feel the woman do something and as freaked out as he was before he wanted nothing to do with the woman. He let his power flow out trying to slow her down. He could feel the magic rushing though him but weather he was distracted or the woman was more powerful then he, the spell backfired and instead of slowing down her it slowed down everyone in the area. It may have to do, at least people may not see the flash of his blade if he needed to use it. "I don't know what your are doing but stop it before I make you." He slung the sports bag off his shoulder ready to grab what was in it. He would have to fix what he did but he wanted to deal with one threat at a time.
 
@Aquafan


Meila jumped with a start as she was confronted by a girl, almost tripping over her own feet as she stumbled backwards to put some distance between them. Meila studied the girl with frantic eyes, darting from left to right, head to toe and over again. She noted the girls non-hostile demeanour and calmed slightly but was visibly shaking.


"You... Who? R-Roxane?" Meila asked as to confirm what was said, with a timid and squeaky tone that gave away her current mental state and stress. "Y-Y-You know me? I d-don't know you... I-I would remember if I met you..." She stuttered nervously, though confident in her affirmation. "M-My name? M-Meila... I am called Meila" She answered Roxane's question, not wanting to make her angry and not wanting trouble so close to safety.


Meila edged her way along the wall slowly towards the door, hoping that the girl would not try to stop her as her heart pounded in her chest and butterflies danced in her stomach with nervousness. Sweat beaded upon Meila's forehead, despite the cool morning air and her legs were like jelly and barely functioning as she continued closer towards the entrance.


"I-I have come to see th-the one that lives here..." She spoke softly, "Fire-haired girl... I don't know h-her name... She has nice voice and is k-kind, th-though..." Meila stuttered some more, feeling the butterflies travelling downwards towards her lower regions, on the verge of wetting herself under nervous duress. "P-Please just let me go in... O-Okay?"





Meila slowly pushed the door open to the bakery and stepped slowly inside, backwards from Roxane. Upon entering she called out loudly, "H-Hello? Miss fire haired person? Are you in?"
 
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  • @Karalexia @Unknown1


    "I'm here. I'm here..." Chrys made her way out the door to greet Meila with her long scarf after leaving the phone. She tried to pull her into a hug, or at the very least keep her as close as possible so she didn't wander away this time. She whispered to Roxane while she was on her way out, "Inform the council, if you please." She gave a smile to both of them.


 
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@NovaPheonix


Yin, in the reciprocation to the playful punch in the air to the shoulder, would perform a playful inner forearm block. extending her arm and twisting her forearm upward to block the punch. just as playfully as the punch. it was a non verbal way of stating her acceptance of the condition. she then nodded and bowed. "i know. Lemme at them" she was a bit of a tomboy but she wasn't suicidal. Yin really wanted to spar the next wierdo that came in, her feisty side was quite potent, but the better wisdom of her employer would probably berate her for recklessly fighting and biting more than she can chew. in fact, she had a nasty habit of taking on more than she can handle.
 



  • @NovaPheonix @Karalexia @Unknown1


    Well, sounded like there was something big going on over there. Now, he just had to get there sooner. It wasn't far, but it certainly wasn't close. He still had a little bit left to go, and those important knew that there was something going on. Personal, and private, he made his way towards the bakery, but still taking his time with a swing in his step. Closer and closer, he was getting there. He was almost there. Maybe a couple of minutes, but that was just because of how he was walking. At least nothing was really following him, or trying to follow him. He made sure of that.


    Still, he continued on, until he arrived at the Bakery's back door, and entered through that. He would wait inside, like he just came in, or was in there for a while, just standing by the phone until the others either noticed him, or returned to that particular room.


 
@Xistund @NovaPheonix


Rosette turned as she watched the two leave. Taking a towel in her hand, she begins drying off her table. "Those two are hitting it off." She thought to herself. She hadn't liked the woman's odd, creepy manner, especially since she din't seem to have bought anything off of her. She wasn't a fan of deadbeats


The more she watched out of the corner of her eye, the more she realized that something was off. She watched as a bird flew past... and it suddenly turned down, like a dvd that had it's speed reduced. She watched, facisinated, as the the thing suddenly sped up after a short while... and it wasn't just the bird. People were walking slower, after crossing a certain threshold. ...the two that had left the bar seemed unfazed. Her eyes shine with delight... finally, something intresting. "Silva, could you go make sure that Anthony recieves his proper change?" She asks, handing her a dollar.


Her hand moving to her phone, she begins to type a message to the Prince. "This is Rosette. I've come across someone...intresting. An actor, actually. I would like permission to ghoul." She typesm adding a picture of him.
 
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