The Story of Embra~Detective/Vampire RP, Closed RP

“If I deem that you’re not prepared to cast on your own, then we’ll have you wear a restraint during the mission to negate you from doing so.” Such precautions were used during her own training years ago. While magical restraints were uncomfortable to wear, they did assist in containing a wearers magical abilities to an extent.

Having Lucas withdraw his hands from hers, Selena took a step back, both to give him space and to have a moment to gather her words. “May I remind you that this is a choice you made? That you told me you wanted to start over and attempt to follow through on a plan that was not just for your own good, but someone else's? Even if they aren’t aware, a whole family is relying on us to save them from a fate that could result in what we are now.” Her eyes closed as her head turned downwards, her hands clenched into fists. “I cannot allow that to happen to another family, Lucas.”

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Awaiting the arrival of Dasco’s representatives was a group of seven individuals, all of which were tasked in ensuring that their own sorceress in training, Anna, completed the exchange without issue. The eight sat inside a meeting room, located within The Animus, the embassy of the magic borne community of Embra. Two long tables stood in the center of the room with small couches situated on both sides. At the south end sat Anna and her colleagues from the Den, all dressed in business attire.

For Anna, this was the first time she was to be the negotiator and primary representative for the Wolves. Selena usually was tasked with being the figurehead of such exchanges with Anna present as an observer. However, just last night, Elizabeth had contacted her, informing her she would be the one in charge of the exchange today. Which brought her to where she was now, sitting on a velvet couch, surrounded by peers that she deemed more qualified for her role than she currently was, with a medium sized, leather crate sitting in front of her that she was tasked in delivering without issue. Nervously, she fiddled with the ends of her black dress as she attempted to imitate the confidence that Selena commonly held in such settings.

Misty

With Tom out the room, Rowlin relaxed a little, nearly sinking to the back of his seat. It's over...for now He wanted to close his eyes and pretend that this was a bad dream, but he knew it wasn't. Celestia addressed him, and this quickly forced him to sit back up, "Ah.." He blinked, "That can-" He bit his lower lip, "Actually yea,I can do that." He agreed. "I can certainly come in to work with you on this."He nodded at the thought. With the gesture, he shifted towards her, extending his arm so that she could inspect the restraints. "Y-Y-Yes actually." He shifted a bit further, even skidding his chair an inch closer.
"Only those entrusted may remove the restrictions. To anyone else, it simply wont budge." He lightly nudged the thought, "But, it's also important to remove them with caution, otherwise I can go into shock because of the intense restrictions holding back my heightened senses." He pondered for a second, "I-feel like I'm forgetting something. There wasn't many rules, given that these are intended to restrict me, not the other way around... o-oh.." He snapped his head back briefly. "Removing them, we should take some serious caution, like more than that- I don't feed with these things on, so gods forbid that removing these drive me through a hunger strike." He glimpsed up taking in a sharp breath, "Maybe taking these off can wait another century... by then I'll be dead." He assumed, given the sudden mayhem shocks.

Derrick followed Tom out the room, and down the hallway. He listened cautiously towards the halls, in case there were any stragglers. Thankfully, there wasn't so it was just a matter of making their way out the door along the back of the house.
Silently leading the stranger towards the door, he reached for the door and held it opened to allow Tom out. With that he closed it behind him, and quietly waited as the stranger had left. He wanted to speak up, but at this point- there was nothing to be said. With that, he was waiting a good while, until the stranger was out of view before returning into the house.

Celestia arched a brow at Rowlin as she folded her arms across her chest. “I can exercise as much caution as needed, Rowlin, but I cannot say if I’m deemed ‘entrusted’ to remove them. Is there a keyword of sorts that I need to say to cause them to unlock? Or perhaps a spell?” While Celestia had worked with magical restraints before, the ones she usually encountered were more recent models. Even in her past, the ones she had worn were brand new at the time and were meant for general use among magic borne. Rowlins, however, were ancient, outdated, and made specifically to contain him. Taking into consideration the fact that they were malfunctioning, any previous risks were now hazards for both him and anyone who would be removing them. As rowlin brought up the issue of his instincts returning due to a lack of feeding, Celestia simply shook her head, the stubbornness and defiance of a formal general materializing in her stance. “You already prolonged this long enough, and I don’t backpedal on my promises. We’ll find a way to safely satiate your hunger once we find a way to remove your restraints. Besides,” she glanced briefly towards Aika before looking back to Rowlin, “we need your knowledge and expertise.”

As Derrick re-entered the house, small but quick footsteps rushed towards him before the short form of Viola crashed into his leg. “Dad, where’s Mama? And Aunt Aika, and Mr. Rowlin? Are you all coming downstairs now?” She asked anxiously with puppy dog eyes. Out of all of their children, Viola was still very much dependent on her parents, and was most likely to complain when their attention was not on her and her siblings.

Auransky

“And even if I get a handle on my fire, who’s to say that some other sort of magic won’t surface if I panic?” Lucas was already intimidated by learning to control his fire, and it would be his horrible luck that another element would surface under the influence of adrenaline.

“You don’t need to remind me of what I said,” Lucas started as he took back his hands, “but I’m also worried I might have bitten off more than I can chew. This is a huge-ass mission, and there’s so many things that could go wrong.” He was worried agreeing to the mission had been a big mistake with his lack of training, but he hadn’t been lying about wanting a fresh start. Just... maybe he should’ve picked a different project to mark the beginning of this fresh start. “They don’t deserve what happened to us. I’ll train, Sel, but I still have my concerns about this.”

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Hannah stepped into the meeting room, flanked by two vampires on her right and one on her left. Two came in after her, each carrying one end of a wooden crate. As they set the crate in the middle of one of the tables, she took off her coat and draped it over her forearm. Her gaze swept over the Wolves awaiting them, and she almost let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Selena was not among them. After her encounter with Selena yesterday, Hannah wasn’t sure she would have been able to face her sister, and if it had come out they were related... Her most precious secret would have been revealed to vampires and magic borne she didn’t fully trust. She moved to stand beside the crate and set her coat on the table. “Who is representing Ms. Volkov today?”

featherleg

(Anyone around to RP?)

Screen Name: Misty
First Name, Middle name{If you want!}, Last name: Ryland Cole Miller
Gender: Male
Age{15-45}: 25
Team: N/A; freelance agent within the VDA
Field of Work: Sector agent with a position in Research
Description: Ryland is of average height, with dark brown hair styled as a crew cut, dark brown eyes, a light beard and mustache, and a light skin tone. His lower earlobes are pierced once on each side, and he often wears contacts to correct his poor vision. He currently has no tattoos, though he has plenty of ideas for nerdy ones.
Personality: Ryland has been fascinated by the supernatural as long as he can remember - and it all started with an old family story about vampires that was told without any seriousness. He, however, took it to heart and became intrigued by the supernatural, spending most of his free time digging into different supernatural mythologies. As a result, the VDA was a natural fit for him. Beyond his nerdyness about the supernatural, Ryland is a generally good guy whose worldview about criminal justice tends to be more black and white, especially regarding the supernatural. To him, he can’t understand why it would be difficult to follow rules that would keep their supernatural identities a secret in a society that generally doesn’t know they exist.
Talents:
Generation: N/A
Bloodline: N/A
Flaws/Disadvantages:
Relationship Status: Single
Other: Ryland’s family has an interesting story about vampires that has been told and retold for centuries. The story says that there was a close group of siblings, and half of them were turned into vampires. It devastated the siblings who weren’t turned, and they feared it was part of a conspiracy to harm all the siblings. They lived in fear for much of their lives, and their children and grandchildren recall their parents being grateful they could live long lives and watch the children and grandchildren grow up.

(featherleg this is as good as it’s gonna get for now xD)

(I'm working backwards in replies! I hope that's okay with everyone <3 )

At first, Aika wasn’t sure of what to do with herself besides nod her head to his confirmation. Her hand rested still on the counter for support, the feeling of being stuck in hesitation creeping up on her. That was until he brought up the chills that plagued and haunted her. The mere notion of him remembering made her exhale a breath that perhaps was held far longer than she’d like to acknowledge. “Far more than I would like it to. The chills, I mean.” She said quietly as she assisted him with setting the table. “You made it bearable. Especially on the days where I couldn’t move on my own.”

There had been several occasions where Aika had found herself curled in the corner of his bed, waiting for him to return from school. The hours of shivering alone. The confusion it brought every time as she wasn’t aware as to why her body temperature would drop so low. The failed attempts to try to stay warm, and the instant relief of Dalton finally appearing in his room, worry and concern held in his eyes as he rushed to her side. The chills and severity had gotten worse over the years, but despite that, he was always there to keep her warm.

Perhaps he didn’t remember all of that. Not right now. Not right away. But it was enough to make Aika feel that they were starting somewhere, wherever that may be.
“Thanks for looking out for me, Dalt. And...sorry for falling asleep on you.”

Rosestar

“You don’t need to be a smart ass about it. Aren’t you supposed to reassure me that I made the right decision? Isn’t that in the job description for being a sister?” More than anything, Lucas needed reassurance right now. If he didn’t have the confidence that he could do his training, training would go well. “I trust you as my teacher. I have less trust in myself, but I also don’t know how the hell to control my powers.” And that was why he was here with Selena - to learn to control his powers. “Then let’s fricking do this.”

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Hannah was careful to keep her expression neutral as Anna mentioned Selena, and while there was a small part of her that was curious about what could be more important than this trade, there was a much larger part of her that did not care and was grateful her sister wasn’t involved. “My name is Hannah Grey, and,” and if you haven’t yet figured it out, “I represent Sovereign Dasco Val of the Embrian Court. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Anna.” She stepped to the side as the two of the Embrian Court’s vampires repositioned the wooden crate so that it was between the two parties as well. “Neither I nor my associates have any objections to this exchange,” she said as she stepped back toward the table, resting one hand on it. “We are ready to proceed to the negotiations.”

featherleg

((GAH, This has been sitting on my iPad for a while. It’s been mostly done, but it’s gone through a ton of revisions… x.x As you read through this, it might be evident as why the revisions were necessary X.X BUT, I will post with Derrick in the morning. Postíng should be more frequent now that I’ve mostly survived the storm of deadlines))

Rowlin listened to Celestia weigh her reasoning to the cause. She had a point- of course she did… His head slightly dropped at the thought. “Yea…” He softly replied to her stance. “You’ve never backpedaled on your promises.” His shoulders dropped as he shifted to the side of the chair, feeling like he was on the edge of a cliff with his feet dangling across the abyss before him.
And yet, something about this situation brought him a tiny laugh, like a child who had just been singled out for their wrong doing and was now receiving scolding and yet-in panic they giggle, as he was now. His gaze softened as he rose his head up to meet Celestia’s gaze.

“I’m not worried about what comes after removing them… maybe I’m just afraid of what life without them, could be like.” He confessed the idea.

He fell silent, reaching for his pocket to pull out a set of keys, but amongst the few keys there was a dark green item, it almost looked like an air tag (a tracker), but upon closer inspection the small square item clipped to his keys was made out of pure crystal. He held onto the crystal tag specifically, then hovered another hand over the crystal tag too, focusing intently on the tag itself. The crystal tag began to dim green, at the same time the gauntlets around his wrists also sparked-reacting to the use of magic. Rowlin flinched in reaction to the sparks, shocking him- in the past light shocks were irritating but now it felt just as painful as a strong current. “I guess… We need to ask the source himself…” He had bitten his tongue in pain. With the hand that was hovering over the crystal spawned an item that was out of character-and maybe so familiar.

A letter-likely more as indicated by the very thick filled envelope, cautiously wrapped with a dark blue string. The type of material making the envelope, and its contents inside indicated it was much older then it appeared. 

“A while back I received a message from a source in South America, initially I assumed it was a suggestion to study down there-It became a summer consideration-“ He reached out towards Celestia with the massively large enveloped letter to hand her. “-Then I received a message that had me immediately drop what I was doing, and fly down to South America.”
His gaze grew distant as his hands were relieved of the letter, yet in a way-feeling like he had lost something, again… “I-I thought I collected all there was but I guess there’s more letters yet to be collected?” His voice had drastically softened. “I haven’t opened it… just like I was tasked to never open them first…”

The letter was turned downside, with the folds in view ready to open-but should the letter be turned where a bow was set with the dark blue string, despite the aesthetics what awaited on the other side was the attention getter. On the other side was distinct writing, one from the past long written and speaking from a different time.

The top of the envelope had writing on it as follows;
“My regrets”

The style of the writing was that of a former advisor, and yet the words written words were out of place. Upon untying the bow, and opening the envelope, there was written papers, maps, sketches of landmarks, and a crafted key wrapped within a crimson cloth.

The first letter at the top of the stack was full of writing at a glance structured like a letter…

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To the Hakuryuu circle,

I take it you were not expecting to hear from the long forgotten? Perhaps, neither have I, but it appears as lady fate has made her presence. I take it that times have since changed, perhaps for the better if this letter has made its way to the ones whom have been entrusted to care for advisor S(ukaizen) Willow at a much later time. Should you be receiving this letter, rather then hearing it from myself then I take it the worst has come to fruition… nonetheless I am proud to have served for the Hakuryuu as has my circle whom followed me into every battle knowing fully well the burden our people the Solai (Solej) brought upon the world.

I write this out of order, from the expected format of my previous, and most likely upcoming letters.
The Solej or as outsiders have come to know, Solai have caused many atrocities that cannot and shall never be forgiven. Despite this unfortunate circumstance, the Solej have taken it upon themselves to uphold this wrong by stepping out of their boundary known once as sole-healers to combat the Solai whom have lost their ways.

If this letter has reached whom its intended recipient then my worst fears have to fruition. I take it the restraints placed upon advisor-My brother are reaching the end of its lifespan and this letter further ponders the fact that the one person least expected to survive has outlived us all. With that in mind, I take it you are looking for a solution to remove them?
Of course… it is only natural to assume provided the conditions of my request to relay this letter some time much later.

The conditions for removal are simple…assuming the three whom been entrusted are still of the living.

Celestia Akiyama | Derrick S. Hendrix | Lady Aika Hakuryuu

Should these three still be amongst the living, they must be assembled to complete the ritual as preparations have been prepared prior to assure the process of release goes as intended. When the three involved are present, each must provide a drop of sange, in the presence of my brother-more so on the restrictions which mask what he truly is.

Upon removal, shall the mask of old be no more…

However…

[The writing appeared to stop, on this page but there was more writing on the next page and its style was quickly different then before]

I find myself unable to write this further in a professional manor, something which is expected of us however… this hurts me to write….

The restrictions are not intended to be removed, the fact that I am writing this let alone the idea of this being read-it sickens me to the core. How I hope this letter never reaches the rays of light but should it see the dawns of day, then my worst fears have come to pass.

My brother must have awakened, with it the memories-all suppressed by our mother to assure he live away from this hell, this horror, and at last eventually pass like that of a human.

Regardless, I assume this letter has been retrieved by a favor entrusted through a secret.
Now maybe I’m thinking too far into this but there is a method to remove these. I set it ahead of time to respond to the sange, blood as it is called, that belongs to the three individuals whom been working with my brother, as noted in the previous page. Each must willingly provide a drip of their blood onto the restrictions, while Rowlin’s wrists rest in a crossed position. Afterwards, Rowlin too must provide a drip of his own sange to untangle the webs which bind him.

Heed caution, as simple as this sounds it is just as deadly and can kill my brother on the spot should one of the three noted above carry hesitation in their heart. I don’t anticipate forgiveness, not one of us Solej expect forgiveness, nor shall the same be expected of Rowlin; hate and vengeance are to be expected-and another cause for these restrictions to never come off. Until you decide whether to free him from these restrictions, bear in mind that those restrictions will soon end their life cycle, and when they do, they will take his life in a painful manor. If you feel another method be necessary to take his life, I ask … it be done painless or at most immediately.

I-I don’t like the idea of ending his life however he wasn’t meant to outlive these restraints, and our elders passed an initiative to end our existence as a means to uphold our burden. ….
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Lastly, whichever route is decided, I leave that to fate. However, I do include a key and map to my personal quarters which have more detailed accounts to the events prior to the war, and continuous ongoing logs throughout the war. I assumed that if this letter never see the eyes of day, then this growing archive too be buried in the past. Yet, assuming it is being read-then it is only sufficient I provide what my people are working to erase….

Sincerely,
Vincent W(illow). Sukaizen

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(Things are going, for me anyway. I started a new job last week that doesn’t have crazy hours, but it’s not forensics :c but we’ll get there one day.)

(Admin work for a floor and textile cleaning company.)

(It’s a lot of color coding floor plans and calculating square footages. Not too hard, but time consuming.)

(Thanks!)

(Very good! :3 )