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Post by desdemona on Jun 17, 2019 20:08:43 GMT -5
--kai nicollier ; informant
Even if this man did happen to go to the club once, there was no way Kai would remember him. His interactions with customers--even if they were flirtatious, custom to each guest--it was all gone by the time he got home. There was a real difference between Bartender Kai and Informant Kai, the latter being more genuine. The only time he kept track of customers were when they were idiots, when they were suspicious, and when they threatened him. He had to, because there have been more than one incident of a customer trying to follow him home. Or just trying to get him alone. Though Kai could easily blend into the shadows, he didn't like just leaving. And in his heart would be fear, no matter how strong he was now. All in all, he just didn't like being caught in that situation, so usually Ezra walked him home whether or not he was working--the bastard couldn't sleep, anyway. Men stayed away if the 'girl' was already 'taken'.
His features were schooled and showed no sign of surprise, though knowing this man was shifter bothered him specifically because he was a canine shifter. Animals not only sensed but smelled fear, whether or not Kai was actually afraid or it was just an instinctual reaction. And he wasn't telling the full truth, he was certainly lying about something, but Kai didn't really expect an answer in the first place. His question was odd, asking something like that to stranger, though it seemed this man didn't mind. Kai was, however, extremely amused that he altered the shadow into a wolf puppet. Hit the nail on the head. He smirked a little, but didn't laugh outright--this wasn't the time for that.
"Magic that is influenced by emotion is always interesting," he said, though things like flames rising or objects rattling and shattering in anger was usually what people meant. Granted, no one really appreciated someone who couldn't control their own magic. "Have you not used it frequently, not trained with it?" Kai was only so good with his because he spent so much time hiding.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 17, 2019 20:15:33 GMT -5
--Γ©milien fournier ; owner
"And they will trust you more if you give your real name since it would be a show of your loyalty," he said, even though she was displeased. But she knew he was right. If they somehow managed to find her real name, she would be done for, and Γmile was no gambler. He was a Fournier, not a Spade, and he didn't like risky decisions considering he could see the future. Anything risky meant it was not safe in his vision. Besides, a good employer tries to make sure his employees don't die, right? He wasn't Jeff Bezos, and he provided good health insurance.
"Excellent--the rest we will leave up to you. Where would you like us to drop you off?" he asked, pleased with this outcome. Though, going in, there was a good chance this would turn out well, so Γmilien wasn't really concerned in the first place.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 17, 2019 20:38:14 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
Ezra never felt the need to justify himself to someone, though he did hate making people uncomfortable, so if that was the issue he was quick to try and clear it up. ...Maybe he felt the need to justify himself sometimes. Here, however, wasn't the case, he just felt bad about seeing everything in this woman's past without her permission. He sighed and put his mug on the counter. "I know what you've done, Samar," he said, using her first name even though she never gave it. "I know you've killed, I know why you've killed. I know you now. It's why I brought you here." He stared sort of absently at his coffee, watching how the fluorescent light above him reflected on it. "I see your memories. I see everyone's memories--everything they can remember is constantly played whenever I look at people." And, because he was the way he was, "I'm sorry, I know it's invasive, but I can't stop it." It was a dark art magic power he'd been cursed with, and it was the reason behind most of his anxiety, his insecurity. "But I saw enough to know you weren't going to kill me, and that was enough." Dumbass, but alright. "And you can leave if you want, or you can stay, it's up to you."
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on Jun 18, 2019 1:09:37 GMT -5
Samar stared at him for a long time, letting it all sink in. She watched him carefully, pushing herself to her feet. This didnβt feel like a conversation she could have sitting down. She felt for her eyepatch, running her thumb gently across the stitch work, back and forth as she thought. Her line of work had brought her in the vicinity of those who possessed dark magic. Yet this one felt benign, because she could believe it wouldnβt hurt her, when in reality it could do just as much damage as anything else, probably more, than any physical power could inflict.
βPowers of the eyes can beβ¦ burdensome things,β she finally said, having reached a tenuous acceptance of the idea. She wondered if he looked through his eyes, would his magic still work? Would she see the memories he saw, or would her own sight take control and all she would look upon was her bare self?
βIβll stay,β she said simply. βI think youβre a good person and I donβt trust anyone, but I can feel something in the proximity of that to you. I suppose I have to, since youβve seen some of the most intimate parts of me.β Samar sighed, letting her hand drop as she gave the eyepatch a final sweep. "I have nothing to do today. I made sure of that. So what else is there but to be here?β With that, she sank back into the couch, spreading her arms wide in a shrug.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 18, 2019 13:14:39 GMT -5
she wouldnt know its dark magic bc he hasnt told her he can manipulate memories which he Hates that he can do but thats what magic it dark, evil, yadda ]]
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on Jun 18, 2019 18:35:50 GMT -5
[Oh Yeet I thought anything to do with the mind/other peopleβs heads was just outright considered dark magic. I donβt have time to edit the post rn so that portion can just be ignored from here.]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 18, 2019 18:45:03 GMT -5
no ur good
and only if it can be used malevolently ]]
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on Jun 18, 2019 20:58:23 GMT -5
[ok Iβll keep that in mind for next time!]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 18, 2019 21:21:30 GMT -5
if it sounds evil it probably is lmao ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 18, 2019 21:29:06 GMT -5
ezra bishara ; bodyguard
He wanted to make a noncommittal noise when she said he was a good person, because, God, he didn't believe he was. And he still hadn't told her the other part of his power, the terrible part, as if seeing everything he did wasn't already abhorrent. Ezra just drank more of his coffee, trying to calm himself at the thought that at least he didn't threaten Samar. However, the hand that was picking at the eyepatch seemed to show unease--like a tell when someone was nervous or lying. A habit. He couldn't ignore that if he tried.
"Oh, then, if you need anything, please tell me. I may have to go out later to check on my... employer," he said, not wanting to name Kai outright, though calling him his boss felt weird considering their slightly more than platonic relationship. He found it odd Kai still trusted him, even bared to ask for his company, when he knew what Ezra saw. Once, Ezra had asked him if he wanted the memories gone, and Kai had grown extremely angry. They may be terrible memories, but they made me what I am now, he had said, and then, Even if you took them away, I would still be scared of people, I just wouldn't know why. And Kai hated not knowing, not being in control, especially of himself. Ezra felt bad after that, guilty, since he should have thought of that and it was selfish of him, as a person without that kind of trauma, to assume getting rid of those would be good.
"I just want to make sure you're comfortable."
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Post by desdemona on Jun 18, 2019 21:29:40 GMT -5
today on bisexual disasters: ezra and his self hatred ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 20, 2019 15:18:17 GMT -5
am still alive ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 22, 2019 0:43:17 GMT -5
(Hey there, sorry. Hope yβall are well. I had to have a medical procedure. Iβve been trying to get through the molasses of anesthesia for the past few days. Iβm okay. I mean, mostly. My stomach is not great, but the docs are working on fixing that. As is, I should be on tomorrow...later today...whichever it is, if this sleep will kick away the last of the slowness for me. At least I sound lucid now. I was talking about a trained vulture to the nurse if you can believe it. Last night I fell asleep in the middle of talking to my partner. Smh.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 22, 2019 1:02:01 GMT -5
oh damn are you allergic to it? i love anesthesia its doctor prescribed sleepy time ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 22, 2019 2:33:27 GMT -5
(Sorry for lack of activity! Went on a world building kick and it honestly hasn't died down much. I've been working on this for a couple of days, though between breaks.)
Elwyn chewed the inside of her cheek. Giving her real name was dangerous, but lying about it could also prove fatal. If they found out she lied about her name, they would snoop around and could find out about the job. However if she was careful enough...Was she really willing to risk it? Perhaps there was a way around it, completely change her appearance but give her real name? That was make it harder to track her. Ultimately it would be something she had to think over, but a plan was brewing in her head.
"Downtown would be fine." It was probably the safest bet, being dropped off in Fouriner territory. Less likely to be seen by the Spades, or more importantly, the Ver Tahesh. People would still be watching, after all how many people owned a black mercedes? However the other two factions knowing about the meeting would probably be slim.
"So when do you want me to start? I would need a few days to get everything in order, however I can easily start within a week." She would need a disguise of some kind, get her history straight, and have all her identification together. It would all have to be done at a reasonable time. Then there was the matter of finding a way to even join the cult. That would be a challenge itself, a challenge she didn't look forward to dealing with.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 22, 2019 14:33:52 GMT -5
no problem! dont feel obligated
ill reply later today! ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 22, 2019 23:53:48 GMT -5
why must i lie ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 23, 2019 21:00:51 GMT -5
good evening everyone! ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 23, 2019 22:31:26 GMT -5
oh damn are you allergic to it? i love anesthesia its doctor prescribed sleepy time ]] (Hi again. Luckily not allergic, but I have two medical conditions...at least two medical conditions...that make any medication go weird. I mean, I'm allergic to Ibuprofen. Find me in that 0.3% side effects club. Anesthesia just stays in my system longer which is okay, since I can't drive anyway, but it's a bit like being slightly drunk for awhile. Since I have low copays, I guess I just get to enjoy all the fun drugs so that's not too bad. Just always annoying if it goes on for awhile b/c I do actually have responsibilities lol. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot. There's some stuff with Vincent I had to edit for this story, if only because his other story self is just...not within suggested board boundaries. Sanitize the Vincent. The other character is easier to work out, but her motivations are a bit fuzzy still. I'll try to reply with Isaac and then get around to finishing those two up to help fill out the chessboard. Then maybe I'll have a better idea, with other RPer commentary, on deciding where I want to move Harlow. Whereas Jeanne is still open so I might work on a setting post for her to meet "uncle-friend meme" accountant.)
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Post by collided on Jun 23, 2019 22:55:47 GMT -5
Isaac Garcia : Animal Magic : Bowery: Mentions Kai Nicollier
Isaac was glad, at least, the other guy wasnβt afraid of him anymore. The shadow puppet thing had startled him, but that was kind of a silly nonsense thing, right? It wasnβt harmful. It was also kind of funny the guy had guessed the wolf, but he didnβt think heβd meant to. Unless he was a mind-reader, but probably not since he hadnβt known what was up, right? Anyway, he didnβt want to be someone that made people afraid. The exact opposite. Maybe his need to be likeable was an issue, but this also meant he ended up in odd cafe conversations and that was fine. It was a good distraction. The thoughts were mostly gone now. The taste was gone, the smell, all of it. If anything, he had to figure his bond dog must have happily gone to sleep in the sunshine, content after a meal. It was still somewhat revolting, but it also wasnβt his business anymore. Now he could actually enjoy his...what was this? Lunch? Lunch-dinner? Something. He had lost so much time today, he knew that at least. At least he hadnβt had to call in sick.
He sort of picked up what was maybe a subtle insult, but he wasnβt sure if it was meant like that. He decided to just take it on pure curiosity. He liked learning new things. Spent too much time on Wikipedia. He felt like rambling. He knew he probably shouldnβt. It was just another sign he couldnβt control himself. Random guy didnβt want to know everything. Random guy, however, was useful to talk to because heβd never see him again so it didnβt matter.
βI guess you could call it interesting. Most people arenβt so polite. I didnβt really get any training, no. Iβve tried to self-teach, yeah? If you can believe it, itβs not usually a problem. Even with intense emotions. Today was just a cluster--β He glanced sidelong at the other people in this establishment and kept the rest to himself. βAnyway, I guess thatβs an excuse. I need to learn more.β
He internally questioned his need to continue talking, since everything was fine now, but somehow it didnβt feel fine. Hell, he even wanted to tell someone about the dog and the fact it was eating someoneβs thumb, but who? Nobody was really safe in this city. He didnβt like thinking like that, but it was true. Heβd probably get fired if his boss knew the full extent of everything. People didnβt like being spied on, even if it was unintentional and mostly through a dogβs nose. He also just didnβt really have any other qualifications. This was all he had found he was actually good at.
βI can keep to myself if Iβm bothering you though,β he told other guy. βI mean, Iβm sure youβve got stuff to do. I probably should head out soon too.β
He looked down at the remainder of his food and mostly full coffee cup. It was a to-go cup. He had meant to leave. He could just, you know, leave now. He didnβt feel compelled to go somewhere else, a sense like he should go to where the dog was. He could just go back to his apartment now. He didnβt need to stay. He just...felt bad still, but he wasnβt sure why. I mean, the news had been pretty dire, but that didnβt involve him. He could just go home. Check to see if the shelter had contacted him about another foster job. That might be nice. He just hated his coworkers continued to mostly see him as competition, even if they sometimes involved him in things, because his power actually had something to do with the job. When he talked to his family, he lied about how great everything was. He didnβt actually, you know, know many people. Well, of the people he had met, most of them hadnβt met his idea of how people should be. He doubted shadow puppet guy was any better, but telling the truth for a moment felt nice. Well, half-truths. Closer to actual truth.
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Post by collided on Jun 23, 2019 23:44:56 GMT -5
(Apologies for triple posting lol, but here's the character concepts. Harlow and Lisa would be somewhat in competition but not exactly opposed to each other, since Lisa doesn't come across as murderous traitor type [but legitimately terrifying Harlow c'mon]. Also fun fact, but Vincent would be personally offended by Kai using snake iconography when he doesn't have snake-like powers which is ridiculous but Vincent is weird as hell. Think maybe Amos from The Expanse, but as a villain.
Vincent Dalgaard; Viper, Hell Kite 28; he/him; poison supplier; death - Charming, reads people well. Apathetic and pessimistic. He does what he does for money, but he isnβt greedy. Not ambitious either. Unsure about anything besides his own survival. - 6β exactly. Leanly muscular. Short, light brown hair. Narrow hazel eyes. Pale beige skin. He has an angular look to him, all sharp edges. - Venom Magic: Vincent is capable of producing his own mammalian venom. He is immune to it. He can somewhat alter results, but symptoms are generally similar: edema at the wound sight, heightened sensitivity to any other pain for days, hallucinations, loss of consciousness, and increased bleeding at wound. Damage based on dose can range from an allergic reaction to excruciating, incapacitating pain to death. The venom seems to come from his teeth or nails (claws). Creating it elsewhere is a hassle. Fournier associate. @ collided
Elisabetta βLisaβ Corvi; Dreamwalker 41; she/her; healer; the tower - Empathetic, caring, thoughtful. She wants control. Ambitious and hides it poorly. Adrenaline seeker. - Short at 4β11β. Petite and willowy, almost fragile. Curly, dark brown hair, going gray and white. Blue eyes. Heart-shaped face. Skin is often fawn-colored from Italian tan. - Mind/Sleep Magic: She is capable of entering the minds of those in dream states, coma, catatonia, and so on (altered mental states). She can influence and coerce people, but has chosen not to try force. Force may be possible at a price. In the βinnerworldβ she is capable of making her own dreamscape or changing one; she could instead use the one sheβs in. Her ability has the odd side effect of helping those with altered mental states, if used properly. Ver Tahesh faction member. @ collided
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Post by desdemona on Jun 24, 2019 0:05:56 GMT -5
ill look at this later or tomorrow, im.... involved in minecraft rn ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 24, 2019 0:07:57 GMT -5
i LIED im a good boy ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 24, 2019 0:19:39 GMT -5
ok! vincent needs a little bit of a restriction, like on how much he can make and elizabeth needs a bane for her dark magic, like when she uses the force ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 24, 2019 14:58:58 GMT -5
i will reply later, after pt! ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 24, 2019 18:12:13 GMT -5
Γ©milien fournier ; owner
Downtown was an interesting choice, but that would also make the amount of expensive cars rise and they would blend in better. He liked her thinking. Γmile nodded towards the front seat and they turned down a main road towards Fournier territory. "Within the week would be perfect," he said, tuning back to Elywn with a smile.
Once they got downtown, they pulled off at a safe spot to let her out. The doors we unlocked; they had been the entire time. "I look forward to hearing from you, Stardust. Good luck," Γmilien said, pleased with this business transaction.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 25, 2019 0:11:28 GMT -5
kai nicollier ; prince of calais
It was almost odd how quickly the man calmed, and Kai certainly didn't think it was because of his presence. He wondered exactly what happened, what made this day so terrible. It was more complicated than just shifting, as it often was with magic. He wondered if the complicated part made it dark magic, though Kai struggled to think of a way that would work, what the immoral part of the power would be. Well, there was one immoral think he thought of, and something he always wondered about animal shifters, but he honestly wasn't sure that made it dark magic. Even the legality of it was debated in part of the world because 'they aren't always human', though that wasn't an excuse in Kai's book. It was weird. He didn't want to think of it, or of that and the man in front of him. He had a different idea he wanted to bring up.
"You're not bothering me--if anything, I bothered you in the first place," he said, leaning back in the comfy living room chair he sat in. The cafΓ© was set up casually, with many couches and upholstered chairs; it was a nice place to hand out--they even had a place for D&D--but Kai never stuck around long. Just enough to have his coffee and croissant, the former long gone, and then he was headed back to his apartment. Being around people... was not something he enjoyed, even considering his official job. But he was protected by a counter and an Ezra, he was getting paid, and he got information from drunks. He wasn't Kai. At least, that was the rationalization, because otherwise he couldn't really explain it.
"Have you considered what you could do as a spy?" Kai asked, knowing there was no way this guy was already one considering he just admitted to little training and he almost went werewolf in the middle of the cafΓ©.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 25, 2019 21:00:15 GMT -5
hey guys! ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 25, 2019 22:04:12 GMT -5
(Hello. How are you?)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 25, 2019 22:54:09 GMT -5
im good! excited for study abroad! ]]
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