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  1. DoomSparkles

    The Fates that Bind

    After the carnage, Julius did a very simple thing as he observed the destruction. He pulled out a cigarette, lit up, and took a long drag. Sweat dripped down his brow as he leaned on his cane. The air around them seemed to calm around them eventually. The barrier around the town still stood intact, but he didn't know for how long he could hold it. He walked a few paces to one of the bodies, investigating it with cold, calculating eyes. The bodies were obviously of the undead nature, reanimated by angered spirits. But the bodies lacked true components, meaning that not all the spirits had found proper bodies to attach to and manifested with their sheer rage, drawing components from some sort of power source to summon themselves from the hellish realm they spawned from. At least...that was his hypothesis. The bodies they inhabited ranged from recently dead to dead for many decades, thus the heavy smell of death in the air. It reeked. Though it was something he had grown rather accustomed to. Still, he scrunched up his nose at the stench as he prodded at the body with the end of his cane. The battlefield was soaked with minimal blood, mostly just from the recently dead ones that still had a bit of residue left in them not taken care of by decay. The bodies of most of the creatures began to burn and blow away with a dark wind, sending dark hissing ashes back to the realms of dark magic they were summoned from, returning what was taken from it into the pool of magic that stabilized the world. He sat down with a grunt and took in another slow drag of his cigarette. His pure white eyes rest on a half-eaten skull as it stared at him, boney fingers outstretched towards him, jaw gaping with one of the eyes glowing with cinders. These people weren't as accustomed to this as he was, he should probably say something. He furrowed his brows, a frown pushing at his lips. Lilly was much better at this part. He wished he didn't have to leave her at home. Normally she haunted him everywhere, but it was too dangerous here for her. Julius turned his gaze out to the bodies that hadn't been burning. Seems not all of them were affected as well as others by the weapons. It was likely because they had physical bodies. No matter. It was as easy as a simple purge. He would have to have the others help him gather the bodies to do a mass cleanse. There was something else strange about the bodies though... Even those who burned away seemed to seep and slip away their energies into their weapons, leaving glowing auras around the swords and various weapons. Though there weren't very many of them there. Most of them were simply malevolent bodies with average weapons or none at all. He was almost certain they were cursed. He glared at them and instructed loudly for the others not to touch them. He pushed himself off the ground and turned towards Quin. He wasn't as worried about the others, they were bounty hunters after all. They should be used to the sight of death. He snuffed out the depleted fag on his shoe and made his way towards her, flicking out a handkerchief. He offered it out towards her. "This should help block out some of the smell," he offered. The cloth was doused in the scents of herbs and rosemary, bringing a much more pleasant scent than the current hell their noses were bombarded with now. "We need to gather the remaining bodies and cleanse them," he called out decisively. "I'll figure out what to do with the weapons in the meantime..." he seemed less sure what to do about them. It wasn't his area of expertise, normally he just destroyed bobbles and artifacts that caused issues, but THESE...they had a power source. They wouldn't be as easily purged. Though it might be possible to cleanse them as well. Dispell them perhaps of their evil magic. He continued to stare at the glowing sword below him with great care.
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    A Simple Supernatural Investigator...

    The lad pursed his lips softly and took another drink of his beverage. He tried his best not to think of those days with pedestrian intervention. They were messy and often lead to more headaches if not physical injuries for him. His pale orbs closed as he sighed softly, looking out towards the tall glass windows in his study. "Not any of the good sorts that's for certain... Only those looking for mischief and misfortune go towards abandoned areas for good reason. Though I'm not sure if any of the others should pose a problem if it remains in the isolated areas. There should be minimal outside interference. Though I've learned to always expect the unexpected. If something can go wrong it usually will," he reminded her with a tilt of his head, raising his cup in a gesture. He went back to his reading for a while, the silence quite comfortable to him. He rested his mind from the current threat of the town and honed his knowledge of the afterlife and supernatural even further. He had a few ideas what the beast could be, but until he could investigate the creature's lair closer, he couldn't be certain, and he never went into a creature's base of operation without some sort of plan. So, for now, the creature was free to roam the trees. It wasn't a great feeling, but even he had his limits. He was called back from his research when Lilly brought up her concerns over his health. He closed the book, knocking his place with his finger to give her his full attention. "I'll be fine Lil'," Julius assured, though he could tell she wasn't going to let him off the hook with just that. It had, after all, been 3 days since he had any proper rest. "I promise to get some sleep tonight," he added. Then with a small smile, "I...would also love for some chicken potstickers?" He knew that she would be complaining of his diet soon after, and he had worked up a bit of an appetite after scouring the town for clues. Despite her constant whining about how he wouldn't last a day without her, he knew she secretly loved being his little ghoulish housewife, and she did make his life much easier to manage. After dinner, he managed to fall asleep in his chair, the book curled up half open with his lap with the cat nestled beneath his chair. To be honest, he hardly used his bed but found himself transported to it on days Lilly found herself particularly in tune with her powers. ~*~ It was the later side of the morning when he found himself awakening. He changed his clothes, showered, and brought in his dishes from the previous night. He packed a light bag of necessities for his trip outside of town and made himself presentable. He did, after all, have "a date" as Lilly fawned over. She would hardly let him forget any sort of interaction with the outside world as she would any sort of meal he skipped. He rolled his eyes and ignored her as usual. It was nothing of the sort, simply an exchange of ideas and strategies on how to make fellows work under your word. But first, he wanted to check out the local Bazzarious Emporium. He swore they made the name as equally ridiculous as the place was. Still, he wished to make sure that the establishment hadn't stumbled upon anything they couldn't handle. Now and again these things could happen, and they could get out of hand rather quickly in the hands of normal people. They could reveal regular, kind-hearted people for their true nature and cause them to do terrible things. He had seen the true hearts of men and the many dark deeds they were willing to do for greed or revenge had they been given the power and opportunity to do so... Catching a ride with a carriage, he made his way towards the Emporium. He checked his watch, it was some time around noon; he had just shy of 3 hours remaining until he had to be at the cafe'. He doubted it would take that long to scout out any new artifacts, but reading the sign now, he recalled they normally opened rather late; he frowned. He was about to turn on his heel when his eye caught sight of the hanging sign of the store flipped to "open". Puzzled for a moment he shrugged, admitting perhaps the store keep had somethings to attend to earlier in the day and opened early. Counting this as luck, he shuffled down the stairs and through the oak door. It was then he realized the strange aura of the room. Something was...off. The sage was left burning and slumped lazily to full ashes on the front desk. The front desk left empty and unattended. The store was quiet save the ringing chimes of the bell above the door, sounding his rather soft entrance. His eyes scanned the empty store, squinting rather curiously at the feel of the room. The store had always left a strange impression with him, but not quite like this. "Lilly, see if you can find anyone here," he whispered softly to his companion, as he slipped through the clustered walkways, careful not to knock anything over. It was a rather small area, at least by walking distances, a few rooms at most with an employee area in the back room, shrouded with a curtain. It wasn't long before the two found the body of Izen. "Oh by the Light..." Julius grumbled with a roll of his eyes. Of course, it was this boy. He knew he recognized him from somewhere. He was a vast fan of the occult. Thus why he had recognized some of the symbols on his cane. He was a curious boy, bound to get into a bit of trouble with the lack of actual knowledge on how to handle arcane objects. It would shock him more if he wasn't dead. "I swear to the saints of the divine if I have to deal with another spirit haunting me I give up all hopes for my sanity..." He hopped over the counter and crouched down to his body, placing his fingers against his neck to check his pulse. He let out a sigh of relief, noting the boy was still alive. "We should call someone... Best do it before someone thinks I did it again." Honestly, how did he always end up in these situations? Catching sight of the amulet beside him, he carefully picked it up with a nearby pen, squinting at the tag and looking it over. It Seemed harmless, but then again most magic items did. He could tell the thing pulsed with necrotic magic, but only faintly, something of the more plague related perhaps. It was rather contained though within the piece, concentrated. Either way, it seemed to place the boy in a coma rather easily, so it was obviously pretty dangerous. It was rather crowded behind the counter, much like in front of it, but he managed to lay the boy on the ground more comfortably rather than in a jumbled mess. However, he had to rest the boy's head in his lap as he continued to snoop about the necklace. He peeked at the tag's price and arched a brow. That was a bit pricey for a simple bit of amber, it must have been sold with quite the story. Well, he supposed putting someone into a coma was quite the story for a necklace.
  3. DoomSparkles

    The Fates that Bind

    Julius' brow twitched with irritation as he clenched the dagger in hand at the man's confidence and greed. "You can hardly walk straight, why in the Light's name would I trust someone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a shotgun? These are lives I'm dealing with--weapons that could save lives. Now you listen here Mr. Murders-For-Coin, I don't give a fuck about you wasting your life away drinking in this piss house, but if you're going to come with me: you'd better sober the fuck up and start giving a damn about those around you because WE are the only ones protecting this town from absolute demolition and I don't have time to bicker with a drunkard! Do I make myself clear?" the male snapped with pure venom in his words. His hollowed pupilless eyes glaring deep into his very core. Julius' brow twitched with irritation as he clenched the dagger in hand at the man's confidence and greed. "You can hardly walk straight, why in the Light's name would I trust someone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a shotgun? These are lives I'm dealing with--weapons that could save lives. Now you listen here Mr. Murders-For-Coin, I don't give a fuck about you wasting your life away drinking in this piss house, but if you're going to come with me: you'd better sober the fuck up and start giving a damn about those around you because WE are the only ones protecting this town from absolute demolition and I don't have time to bicker with a drunkard! Do I make myself clear?" the male snapped with pure venom in his words. His hollowed pupilless eyes glaring deep into his very core. "Prove to me you have some use with a simple weapon, then I may give you the gun, until then--Ira gets the gun." He slammed the knife into the table in front of him. He ripped his gaze from him just as Ed immerged from the other room with the pokers, handing them out as he thought best. It was then he noticed Maddie. A frown pressed his lips as he crossed the room, his demeanor changing from enraged to something...less in his character. He pulled from his pocket a small napkin and unwrapped it in front of Maddie. "Here," he spoke as he lifted the silvered necklace for her to see. "This is to repay you for your kindness. My uncle gave me something like this when I was first starting... I was terrified of the things, but this will protect you from them. Simply speak the words: 'Light's guidance protect me' and you shall be safe so long as you hold that in your hand." The necklace was a simple charm of a lady dressed in robes sitting on a crescent moon. Julius pulled out from his shirt a similar necklace. "It has kept me safe for years to come." The moment was soon ruined as the door burst. "Tch," he scoffed under his breath and raised his voice to speak over the panic. "Renew the salt lines! Do not let them break or weaken or they may gain passage! Those able-bodied and armed protect those who cannot and stay inside the sanctuary! We will cleanse this town!" With this, he took up his cane and dashed out the door. "Take out as many as you can near the building. Those with range, pick off the reinforcements. Melee, you're with me, do try and keep up," he ordered as they filed out of the tavern. He drew a sword from his cane and swiftly ran forward, slashing at the sluggish ghouls and making them fall to their knees then fall apart with a clattering of armor and weapons. The outside looked much different with a swirling purple light engulfing the area in a dome. For those with keen eyes, they could see there could be no reinforcements due to this barrier, any of the ghouls who tried to even touch the twilight dome were burned and repelled backward. Julius had jumped directly into a cluster of almost 7 ghouls near the one of the tavern's unsalted windows, drawing the attention to himself. He kicked one backward as it drew too close, "Just focus on those who are here--RaAH!" He let out a grunt as he bashed his cane's sheath against one's head, sending it flying and rolling onto the ground, growling as the light left its eyes, the mouth left open in a savage snarl. "We purge this town--I can take care of the rest!" he called. This seemed an easier task than said. The town seemed flooded with the creatures in disheveled armor and glowing blades and eyes. Though they seemed much less...full of "life". Smoke hissed from their bodies now as if under a burning, holy light.
  4. DoomSparkles

    A Simple Supernatural Investigator...

    Julius rubbed at his temple, finding it hard to concentrate on his book with his head spinning. He could feel his body aching with the need for sleep, but he pushed it off once again. He was pinching the bridge of his nose when Lilly entered with his drink. A relieved smile of sorts traced over the pale boy's lips as he took the cup from her. "Thank you, Lilly," he said before taking a long drink from the mug. His restlessness showed in his eyes. No under eye coverage was going to fix those bags under his eyes. He hated sleep. He always felt so restless. Not to mention the fact he would sometimes drift into the astral plane when he was trying to sleep. Being so highly attuned to the other plan was such a pain in the ass. He constantly had to realign himself with this realm and keep his body chained within the physical realm or life got so much harder. The particular tome he was reading was one of many tomes of The Encylopedia of the Occult. There were almost 30 books in this collection alone, each detail different types of the supernatural. Julius had spent years combing through all of them, refining every inch of the books within the files of his brain in order to remember each and every creature, dare he ever come upon one. These books had been in his family for generations and were even lost at one time. They were recovered by his great uncle and kept safe until the time had come to pass them down unto him. Much of his youth he spent within these pages, and they had done him justice more than a few times. If it weren't for these books, he was certain he wouldn't have made it with the loss of his uncle. The draconic feline thumped down from her perch to pad across the floor towards her bowl of addiction. She happily lapped at the contents, flicking her tail in a swooshing motion. "It's your own fault she's such a firebug. She gets restless when you give her coffee...Besides, it gives you something to do," Julius pointed out with a quirk of his brow. Getting to her second point, he sighed and shook his head. "I have a feeling it might be hiding in that forest. Locals seem to stay away from it and from my walks, I can sense a high concentration of magic from that area... I'll check it out later on tomorrow morning. Once I figure out what it is I can pin down exactly how to deal with it. It certainly knows I'm here... Otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult to find. I wish it would stay in once place damn it..." he grumbled grouchily, sipping again from his beverage.
  5. DoomSparkles

    The Fates that Bind

    "Hn, good quality hm?" the lad repeated as he inspected the axe then let out an obviously discouraged sigh. "Maybe if your foes were still living... Steel's as good as a snapped walking stick right now. You might as well be throwing rocks at them. It won't do anything to these guys. We need something that's made of iron... I don't have much for you melee wise, but if Ed manages to find a fire poker or something, that would be more useful than your material-bound butterknives there," he gestured to Adrian's sword and Ira's axe. Julius began to stride towards the table where he laid out the items before, picking up the shotgun and a sack filled with strange, handcrafted rounds. "I Do however have These," he said as he tossed them over to Ira. "These rounds are filled with purifying crystals, they should eradicate them for a time, but they can form back. Iron and holy water is the only true way to harm them," he explained as he snatched up several tiny pouches of salt and vials of slightly illuminated water and placed a few into the palms of each of the three members before him. He reached into his pocket inside of his coat and pulled out a bit of rosemary, walking over to a candle and lighting the tip of it. As the plant burned into a small tray, he rubbed his thumb over his lips in thought. "I could make some makeshift bolts from some iron nails... Silver necklaces...--Silver!" He turned back to his briefcase and took out a wicked looking silver dagger. "It's not exactly a sword, but it'll keep you alive."
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    A Simple Supernatural Investigator...

    The lad climbed up a small bit of stairs into a 3-way hallway and turned to the right into an open walled living room with a medium sized bow and bay window, curtains surprisingly open. To the left of the room was the kitchen Lillyann was in, and there in the middle of the rooms lay a cat. Or...what looked similar to a cat. The cat's fur was riddled with sets of scales along its spined back and wrapping around the sides its paws giving her a suit of armor look with a fluffy lower half. Her wings wrapped around her back, flush against her sides as she lounged on the floor, her long sweeping tail also scaled at the top with a fluffy bottom and a tuff of fur at the tip like that of a lion. The cat was massive for a house-cat, and had large paws that sport sharp, dangerous talons. But the most striking feature of the creature was the crest formed in the forehead of the creature naturally forming a rune of protection. It cared about as much as Julius when it came to being in Lillyann's way, giving a toothy yawn before nestling back down on the wooden floors. "Strong," he replied curtly. Julius seemed to care little of the mess of books cluttering the tables and making their way stacked on the floor. He was far too tired to care. He'd been tracking through every inch of this town trying to pin point the point of interest this disruption was coming from and was having one hell of a time with it. He made his way across a large, open living room into another room on the far right with a map on a large wooden table. He picked up a marker and drew a huge "x" through the circled area of the city's map. With obvious frustration he ruffled his hair and glared at the city map. After a moment of contemplation, he circled the forest he sensed a presence from before and tossed the marker back down to the table. After shuffling through a few notes and making some new scribbles of his own, he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed out from his chair to wander back through the living room, into the hallways and up the stairs through the center hallway, followed suit by his cat. Opening one of the doors, he pushed through to what looked to be another study, though this one had a pulled down bed integrated into the wall, or what could constitute as a bed piled underneath more tomes and what looked to be shot guns and various trinkets.... He really needed to clean. Another drained sigh left his lips as he picked up a fairly aged looking book and flipped open to his page, settling down inside of a chair pushed in the corner, kicking off his shoes, and slouching deep into the chair, bundled up in his blanket. So help anything that pestered him today....besides the cat which curled up above him on a shelf.
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    A Simple Supernatural Investigator...

    Julius seemed to retain his usual demeanor once more, gathering himself collectively. His hands returned to clasp over the pommel of his cane, watching the boy pack up in his frenzy. His head nodded towards Izen as he bowed, returning his respectful goodbye. "It is possible... I doubt those brutes will be bothering you again any time soon," he replied. "At least not until that charm wears off..." he added under his breath. "What a dunce..." He thought to himself as he cast a leer at the department boy. His white orbs trailed to the hysterical girl beside him with a curious quirk of he brow. Was the sight truly that amusing? He found it rather saddening himself. "...I hate dogs," he sharply snipped. He let out a sigh and set out on his walk home once more. He had those tomes to get to if he were to finish them before the day's end. He motioned for the spectral girl to follow him. "If you're finished laughing yourself into a second death, we should be on our way, Lillyann," he replied coldly, the tired state of his body appearing clear in his tone. The boy was quite strange, he would give her that. Not many ogled quite like that young man did, or at least, not by any positive mannerism. Julius was a bit perplexed. Just how was it that he knew so much about the cane? He knew better than to assume he recognized only a few of the symbols, which could only mean he was likely a scholar of sorts of the ethereal plane or at the very least spirits. Perhaps they would meet again... Though call it a suspicion, he assumed he was more of a fan of the supernatural than a true scholar. He only prayed the boy wasn't as dense with dealing with the undead as he was with dealing with the living. He didn't need any further tedious work, such as saving him from snooping on one of his cases, on his plate. His cane tapped on the ground with each new step he took. The village still quite bustling with people in the streets and markets, and he was very much ready to seclude himself inside of his humble abode. Climbing up a set of stairs, he produced his key and unlocked the small home, stepping inside with a heavy sigh. He felt very drained, pinching his nose with his fingers as he shrugged off his coat and kicked the door closed behind him. He could not wait to curl up with Lillyann's coffee and a book in his favorite reading corner and spend the rest of the night. Hanging his coat, he began trudging his way towards his study, rubbing at his neck and folding up his sleeves more comfortably.
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    The Fates that Bind

    It wasn't the sudden tremor that caught him off guard, nor the icy looks from the tavern, but the cold breath that chilled his lips. Now? It was more sudden than he expected. His eyes scanned the bar who did he have? There were a few patrons in the bar, the two from before (now drunk beyond use he wagered), and the lass who always chat with the bartender. NOT what he hoped for, but it would have to do. He immediately stood and grabbed his cane instinctively. His vision snapped to the window, noticing the spirits begin to creep into the town. He reached down and slapped his case on the table. From within he pulled out a rather large bag of salt. It was just as he began digging around he noticed the woman flee from the tavern. "No you idiot! What do you plan to do against them!? Lights damned it--" He threw the bag at the bartender and snapped, "If you want this place still standing by the end of this you'll do as I say. Cover all the windows and doors in this building. Don't leave a single one unsalted. No matter what happens, Do Not break that line of salt. The safety of everyone in this building depends on it." With that said, he dashed for the door. Once outside, he was swarmed with the utter amount of walking spirits. Visible in their true forms to his eyes. He cringed and noticed they wield weapons. Strange... Perhaps they learned to withdraw the item's astral form...or these weapons could be cursed. Either way, it wasn't good. He quickly scanned for the girl and found her just as he was able to watch her astral form separate within the other dimension. "Oh no you fucking don't!" He spat as he took off after her. Within a few steps he was on her, and by proxy, the spirit next to her. He prepped his cane for a swift swing directly through the spirit's body, destroying it with a hazy hiss and a puff of smoke. He skid to a fault then turned, leaping up towards her. He removed his glove to reveal an unsettlingly pale hand. It was practically transparent. Then, his hand grabbed her. Yes, he grabbed her projection and threw her back down to her physical body. They landed with a firm slam to their feet on the ground, like falling from a bit of a jump. The spirits drew closer. They were losing time. He looked less than amused. "Hurry! Your gun isn't going to do a damn thing with that shit ammo," Julius growled and pulled her along with his still gloved hand, hardly giving her time to even think of what just happened. The duo raced back within the tavern where he swiftly slammed the door--which he hoped they had salted by now. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he strode towards his brief case. He began speaking as he rummaged around. "If Anyone else would like a one way trip Blasted into the astral dimension be my guest. The door is right over there and there are many volunteers willing to take you there to devour your souls before you even realize where you are," said the disgruntled man as he set out some strange items. "Those of you who wish to survive will do well to pay attention to what I say. These creatures are not your bed time story ghosts. They are Powerful, Vengeful spirits who will cut you down and use your soul as a tasty snack without so much as a blink of morality. Likely here for the same reason you are. Greed." He finished off his sentence with a cock of a shotgun before setting it down on the table. His eyes fell on a girl, terrified in the corner of the room. He hesitated and the irritation seemed to leave from his voice a bit. He went back to preparing things, setting bottles up and small sacks. "Don't worry. This town will be safe as long as everything goes according to plan. I'm a supernatural hunter. I specialize in spirits and the beyond." Julius calmly walked to the center of the tavern. Taking his cane in hand, he struck the ground with a firm strike, shooting bursts of light through the floor boards to each of the corners of the building. The outside flashed with a brilliant light. The spirits trailing on their heels must have gotten too close to his wards. He didn't even bother to look behind him as anything that tried to cross the barrier was erradicated, their swords and weapons dropping with a clank. The spirits paused as several other places within the shanty town began to glow with bubbles of light. Loud hisses and clanks of metal could be heard as the mass cleansing began and Julius' hard work began to pay off. Julius crossed the room and cleared out a section on the table. "I need anyone willing to fight to line their weapons up here so that I may inspect them. Ed, I need round up any salt and iron you can find. Can I trust you to do this? You there, Archer. What are your bolts made of? You, Tin-can, what is your sword made of? Miss, take these, they work much better than those will," he dumped a handful of specially crafted bullets into the hands of Quin. A patron spoke up with obvious confusion in his voice. "Wait-wait-wait... We're just going to let this KID boss US around!? Just Who are you anyways?" Julius blinked with a bit of confusion himself. "Ah... I suppose I didn't mention my name. I am Julius. The 19 year old who is saving your lives," he smirked with a little bit of pride.
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    The Ellwood Forest by Moonlight

    Alimar blinked, wiggling his ears a bit as he listened. When nothing came of it he shrugged and dug inside of his bag. He pulled out a little bottle and poured out a salve of some sort. He rubbed it all over his skin, rubbing it on his cheeks, arms, legs, anywhere exposed. When finished, he finished getting dressed and tugged on his boots. Emerging from the little enclosement, he slowly poked his head out to see the two peaceful laying around. A brow arched from the young elf. Weren't they just freaking out about the elves? Just then, something hit him. Other creatures didn't meditate like him, so he read. Did that mean humans mediate? He pursed his lips, obviously stumped. He crept closer, he wasn't sure if he was invisible or not anymore but he was quiet anyway. He squat down next to her and watched her as she dozed. His hand slowly waved in front of her face. She...didn't respond. Confused, he looked back at Sir... Who was making some sort of loud noise. That...was normal, yes? He wasn't sure. Alimar crossed his arms and tilt his head to the side. They should probably head out soon. The elves would come eventually, sticking around this little area where their trail lead to wasn't the greatest idea. But without his magic or Roshia, they were stuck walking on foot. Without any supervision, he was left to do whatever he wished. His soft foot falls slipped across back towards the tent, where he grabbed his things and began his hike up into the waterfall's top. He spot a shady tree with a nice view up above and her meditation might take a while. He at least wanted to get an idea of where he was and where they should go now. His head still hurts and his body felt drained. They probably wouldn't get too far without mounts today... Perhaps he should call Roshia after all.
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    K-Drama: Cyberpunk edition

    She was correct about that. He couldn't understand what she was going on about. He was just a boring cripple. He wasn't even that smart. His brother was the real smart one, he wanted to be a neurologist and this school brought him that much closer to it. He was glad that he was able to get into such a great university with the partnership they got, and a full ride at that. He just couldn't believe it. It seemed too good to be true, but here he stood--well not stood, figuratively he supposed. He snapped out of his thoughts as she introduced herself. "Ah, my name is--well, I suppose you already knew my name from my card, but it's Kayleb. Kayleb Chuu. I live here in the dorms with my brother, Gabe. Are you...finishing up moving in?" he asked, gesturing to her box.
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    The Ellwood Forest by Moonlight

    After finishing washing his clothes, setting them out to dry, and bathing, Alimar walked across the rocks to a peaceful little area where the water trickled down just gentle enough to stand under for long periods of time. He calmly folded his legs and settled down within the water's strong embrace. The elf stayed like this for quite some time, attempting to continue meditating and reflecting upon what just happened. Zafira's song waft in the distance and calmed his aching muscles. He wondered how long it would be before she realized no one was going to be coming for some time. Perhaps another hour or so passed before the elf stirred from his meditation and rose from the water. His head felt much better and his muscles obeyed him much better now. He sighed and rolled all of his joints, popping them back into place before heading out towards his clothes. It seemed they were still wet. Not surprising, he guessed. He wasn't quite sure how long he was "out". He walked towards his bag and dug around for a moment, a shiver from the cold air hit him and he quickly found a second set of clothing. It was very similar to his first. It seemed most of the elves' attire--or at least this one's did not like to cover much of their torso. The brown top left an open chest with a large V going down to his mid torso. It was sleeveless with stitching on the sides, making the top very complimenting to his body. The almost black bottoms were a bit baggier and were tied up with some scarves and sashes. He still wore his bags and belts, but his shoes--accidentally wet--changed to something similar to a tall hiking boot. He soon got to work, pulling the clothing over himself to stave off the cold. He at least got his pants covering all bases before he heard a rustling in the near bushes, perking his ears.
  12. DoomSparkles

    K-Drama: Cyberpunk edition

    Kayleb looked back with confusion. It was that girl from earlier. He blinked and turned his chair around to face her. Eyeing the card, his brilliant blue eyes lit with excitement as he snatched it from her hands. "Ooooooh my God thank you," he said with the biggest sigh of relief he could manage through his mask. He hugged the key to his chest and listened as she went on. He furrowed his brows with confusion. The key only worked with his finger print. It wouldn't open any doors otherwise. He looked over the card then back to her. "Why would you need to borrow it...? This card isn't exactly useful to anyone unless I'm having an attack," he asked, rather confused about the whole situation. She wanted to know more about him? He was interesting? Perhaps she wanted to know why he was in a chair. That's probably what she meant. He doubt she knew him from anywhere, or at least he couldn't remember ever seeing her. She seemed very awkward. He could relate to that. "D-don't worry about bumping into me, it happens. Not exactly very tall in this thing." He gave an obvious gesture to his chair. He didn't seem disfigured. In fact, he appeared very normal besides the mask that muffled his words a bit. Although his legs seemed very still and dead. If one were to ask him, he would reply they felt like they went to sleep and never woke back up.
  13. DoomSparkles

    The Ellwood Forest by Moonlight

    He could tell that she wanted to ask questions, but just as her mouth opened to ask one, Sir returned with barking mad syndrome, each one feeling like a drum in his ear. He stated trying to get up before he quickly sat his elven ass back down with a wince. Ooooo were his muscles tight. The albino took a deep breath before relaxing back in his seat. He was relieved to hear Roshia wouldn't be notified and visibly relaxed more. "Thank you..." he replied. He watched the two bicker back and forth a bit before she turned to talk to him. "Well, you see, they are my parents. So, they don't exactly want me to die an avoidable death--let alone leave the village. It isn't that they don't care about me--it's just...having a child who is of my state well...would.." he trailed off as Sir seemed to remember something very important. "What? Why? I ran for hours--we shouldn't be anywhere near--" he was swiftly ignored and stuffed away inside of the make shift tent. Aaaaaaaaand he was being ignored. "I'm telling you they aren't that close--they can't be, they're only on horseback and the golem's stride--" he shut up as her finger touched his forehead, turning his pointy ears red. It was at that moment...Alimar knew, nothing he was saying was getting through. Well this was a strange feeling to say the least. He could see...his hand in front of him fine. He didn't feel any different, but he could tell by the silvery glowing aura around him that he was no longer...visible? At least that's what he gathered as she whispered magic words to him. He let a soft sigh escape his lips. This seemed like it would take a while. He felt gross. Not because of the magic, but because he was covered in sweat, a bit of blood, and well, bits of plant life were in places it probably shouldn't be. All and all, he needed a bath...and since he was the king of not getting caught AND invisible right now....it wasn't long before he eventually made his way out of the tent. After gaining access to outside the tent, he shade his face from the sun and shrugged a little bag over his shoulder. Trekking his way over towards the water falls, he made his way within a small cove, just out of sight of the duo. His muscles were killing him. The rushing water from the falls were exactly what he needed. He should probably wash his clothes too... And so began the process of him slowly stripping his clothes. He first scrubbed them at the base of the falls. It didn't take long really and soon they were laying out on the rock beside the waterfall, a few rocks up. And so the invisible elf enjoyed a pleasant shower in the falls. He even brought his own soap. He ran his fingers through his white coloured locks and closed his eyes, sighing as the water pounded his sore shoulders. He couldn't hear a damn thing, but he didn't really care. All he cared about was the painful sensation in body leaving as it was massaged out of his body by the roaring waters. The bubbles ran over his shoulders and pecs down his lightly freckled torso and down through the water, sending little bubbles floating along down. Surprisingly, the male wasn't as scrawny as most would imagine an elf. He was lean, but he wasn't bulky by any means of the word but still toned just enough to see the definition.
  14. DoomSparkles

    The Fates that Bind

    Just as fast the feeling was gone. He took another long drag, watching the long flames lick up the sides of the small hole. Memories danced in his pearl eyes, which he quickly stashed away. He'd burned many bodies before. Some more pleasantly than others. He blew out a large cloud of smoke and stared up at the sky, watching the two clouds intertwine. The smell of burning flesh was awful, and he kept his distance as to not get the smell on him. He would shower anyways, but it never hurt to have caution. After the bodies had been consumed, he filled the hole again. He walked casually towards the keeper and nod towards him. The keeper seemed to be the only one who never looked too strangely at him. Him and maybe Maddie. She was a simple, curious gal, nice and friendly. He liked her, but not in that manner of the word. It wasn't as though he was sweet on her, but she was nice to him, and that was rare. He would try his best to see no harm came to her. He could only hope she would listen to him whenever he gave her the trinket in his pocket, wrapped in a small napkin. He was... bad at talking to people in a casual sense. He could talk his way out of near any situation, but when it came to talk about normal things he just froze up. Julius wiped his forehead with a cloth and carefully made his way back to the tavern, rehearsing his lines in his head. Perhaps he would be stepping out of line. Was it strange to give someone something to protect themselves with? Would she even take the gift seriously? Normally he kept his distance from people, and for good reason, but it seemed like such a shame for something to happen to someone so...full of light and happiness. Or maybe she was putting up a front for him. He was just a customer,and she was trying to make a living. What did he know. He sighed softly and looked up to the darkened sky just outside the tavern. It might rain soon... He knew better though. He had seen the increase of spirits around the town and heard the whispers of the fallen. This town was to be attacked soon, and he would need to be prepared to defend it. What he didn't know was who was behind it and just how many. He'd stocked up on supplies and traps, leaving small hidden wards around the town to dispel any evil magics attempting to bring harm to those inside the buildings and ward away malevolent spirits. The town was small, so he had enough supplies, set up everything within a day or two. What he couldn't understand was why this place drew so many shady people. Greed he supposed. It was a good fuel for both those dead and alive to cause trouble with. Julius quietly reentered the bar and took his seat at his usual table. He laid out a hand drawn map, hoping to distract himself by studying the town below more to find the source. He had a strong guess it had to do this hidden treasures but he needed to find the source to shut it down.
  15. DoomSparkles

    The Ellwood Forest by Moonlight

    He laughed softly. For some reason it felt like Zafira was wishing that tea was turning into wine as she poured it with the heavy stuff he laid down there. He gratefully drank more. "It wasn't a bad life. Everyone was very nice to me, and growing up I got anything I could ever ask for. I remember asking for an entire encyclopedia set on herbs--and by the next day I was on the second volume. I--" he realized she was giving him the strangest look. He smiled coyly. "I'm a fast reader... My room filled with so many books they had to get me my own library, where I spent most of my times." He laughed at her words. "This is true, books only contain the words and emotions of people. I cannot fully make their knowledge my own unless I experience what they have. Infact, because of this, I had tutors from all around the world come and teach me whatever I could think of. Music, art, history, languages, combat--I was very spoiled. But... In exchange, I wasn't even made publicly announced, and I would never be able to take over my family name." He gripped his cup sadly. He watched her silliness and cheered up a bit. He chuckled and took a deep breath, looking up to her with a crooked grin. "Do you truly want the answer to that or were you asking to be nice? If the latter, fret not. I've had a long time to think about this. It's what I want. Don't worry though, elves have much longer lives than mortals. If anything, I will probably live as long as one of you Shelmen--humans I mean. Sorry...habit."
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