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Post by Amber on Aug 31, 2020 21:53:59 GMT -5
( Starchaser Sure I can definitely get something up here soon!) |
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Post by Amber on Aug 31, 2020 23:31:46 GMT -5
(Here you go, Starchaser. At the end there, I didn know if Mages needed some magic vessel or not, so I can go back and edit it if I need to.)
 Crispen Valdmiri  "Treat everyday with a smile so it doesn't know what you're planning on doing to it."- Wayne The Mischevious Grifter
"'Let's go to the party,' she said. 'It'll be fun,' she said. And yet, I end up as a serving boy again," the man grumbled as he entered the main room. He carried a fresh tray of champagne, which drew the eyes of some of the guests. A few were obviously already tipsy while others were ready to start having some fun. He offered the drinks as he passed, losing about half the tray in a matter of minutes. These people really liked their fancy alcohols. As he weaved through the thicket of people, an attractive couple waved him over. Grumble and complain as he might, being sent on serving duty had its perks. He made his way toward the pair, losing a few drinks on the way, before greeting them with an offering of drinks.
The man was a handsome Shifter. Crispen could tell by the way he held himself, how his eyes shifted around, and the way his ears slightly twisted at the subtle noises around them. He was a stiff, dark purple suit with golden buttons. His companion was a tall, Heavenly woman. A pair of cream-colored wings delicately hung behind her, while her platinum halo was placed on her upper arm. A lovely head of brown hair was kept in thick, lose curls, though the low-cut red dress caught his eyes for just a moment. As they each took a glass of champagne, Crispen offered a charming smile.
"You look stunning," he complimented. The woman grinned.
"Oh thank y-"
"Actually, ma'am, while you are a lovely sight yourself, I was talking to your friend there." He gestered to brown-eyed man with his head and gave him a wink. The man blushed slightly as his lady companion giggled. "Enjoy your drinks," he said with a bow before turning to complete his task. He knew how to make an impression.
As he made his way across the room, the man eyed Lysandra as she hung out at the bar, enjoying some food she snatched from passing staff. That should've been him enjoying the free hor d'oeuvres as he lounged about. Of course, there was a good reason why that wasn't him standing around. At least, so the void Elemental claimed. It was something about him being a half-Fae and a bad liar. Sure he couldn't lie well. Okay, he could really lie at all. As much as he pretended, he knew his half-Fae heritage made sure to make lying real diffcult. It didn't bother him too much. It just mean Crispen had to get creative at times. As more champagne was taken- he now only had a few glasses left -he scanned the room for possible targets. Lysandra was better at that kind of thing, but he knew how to steal things well from time to time.
He caught sight of a short, young woman, who was likely a mage. Black hair was curled and styled for the event, partly pulled back by some hair decoration. She wore a poofy dress, unlike the sleeker styles most women sought after. It was black, much like her hair, with hints of purple and blue shimmering throughout the skirt. Atop that, it had that fabric that reminded him of a meshed shower scrubby colored silver. The bejeweled bodice drew his eye. It should've been tacky. Instead, it looked refined and orante on her figure. Ths young woamn was pretty and, more importantly, rich-looking. Unfortunately, she was with a pale-looking fella, a Vampire to be exact. That would be a problem.
Crispen had sticky fingers. If he was careful, he knew how to make trades before anyone realized what was going on. However, in a room as crowded as that one, he wasn't nearly as stealthy in a crowded room as Lys. It was especially true to if that Vampire was going to stick around the Mage. The current question was how would he snatch that necklace of hers without being caught? What would Lys do? Make a scene by running into her and dropping the drinks? No, too obvious and it would draw too much attention. Offer them drinks and try to unclaps the necklace while she was distracted? Too risky. She would likely feel something like that. Just take it from her and run? Oh wait. That would be something he'd do. Oh well, he would just have to wing it.
As the half-Mage his way over to the woman, the man evaluated her richness for a moment. Crispen knew not to steal from nice people, just those who were rude or grumpy. Unless, of course, they were rich. In that case, they could replace whatever was stolen with somwthing new and shiny. That was the theory, anyway. So as he approched her, he just had to decide how rich she was. Judging by her fancy dress, it was expensive. The nice jewelry definitely wasn't cheap either. It seemed genuine. That wasn't even accounting for her hair and makeup, it was well-styled, which indictaed a professional job. Crispen knew those could get quite expensive. Yes, she was rich. That meant he wouldn't feel bad for stealing from her.
Now only a few feet away, the curly-haired man hesitated his approch. How was he going to snatch that necklace right off her? Winging it sounded liked a solid idea moments ago, now he wasn't so sure. Neither had noticed him pause, far as he knew at least. That gave him at least another minute to figure out something. With his free hand, Crispen rubbed his chin briefly. That usually helped stir up the brainstorming. It worked as an idea finally popped into his heasd. With a cool smile, he approched the pair with his tray of drinks.
"Can I offer you lovely folks some champagne?" He edged closer to the Mage, offering the tray forward for her. With his other hand, he began to reach for her arm and prepared to cast a freezing spell. If he worked fast enough, he could get the Vampire too, steal the necklace, and leave before anyone caught him. Of course, he would just have to hope the woman wasn't more powerful than him. Crispen had never been good at magic and his Fae blood weakened his abilities. With a quick movement, he grabbed the woman's wrist and began to whisper the words for the spell.
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 3:02:48 GMT -5
{ Amber As I've stated many times before, I literally don't know a thing about fashion beyond certain things just look good and others don't, so I have virtually no clue how to describe any of it. Beyond that though, I just really imagine Mages having the most extravagant, over-the-top sense of style out of all the Families. I mean, they wear cloaks on like a daily basis. Extra, much? (Plus I wanted a space-themed motif, I just love outer space. Mages in general have an astronomy aesthetic though)
Some Mages can do magic without a "conductor" of sorts, others can't. It's just generally harder and less controllable than when using a wand or other vessel of sorts. I imagined it was a rarer trait, but it would actually probably be more common in hybrids, since none of the other Families need any sort of tool to really work their magic. Unless you count halos for Heavenlys, but their abilities extend beyond just what the halo lets them do. So, I don't think it would be unreasonable for Crispen to not need a wand in this case.
I tried to end this in a way that opens it up for more interactions with Crispen and Lys. Tied in Gabriel because this scenario actually made for a good opening, and let me alert Lilah of the other prophecy members being around, so she and Alex can go find them. Also wanted us to be able to continue without making Alex be doing nothing, so this is what I came up with. He can easily follow them when Moss is back since he's a vampire and all. Depends on what direction you want to take the interaction, cause I wasn't sure. I didn't intend for the conversation to be long, so I had thought perhaps Crispen tried approaching Lilah again after (for whatever reason)? Or maybe he decides to go off to tell Lys about the Infernal that helped her get in being in a prophecy or something? I don't really know, but I'm sure we can figure something out.
Also, I love Crispen, he seems so fun!
Also, also. Mages have the ability to sense the magic types (much like how shifters and vampires can smell it), so that's how Lilah knows Crispen is a hybrid too. Crispen could potentially have a weaker version of it if you wanted, perhaps having him take a while longer to distinguish the different, maybe that would even open up something for them to talk about at some point (both being muddled and all)? Just trying to throw ideas out.
OH. Muddled is a word I've been throwing around a bit. It's just a universal term to refer to hybrids, though I imagine each Family may have their own words to call it as well.
Yikes, I'm sorry this is so long. I just had a lot of ideas about the problematic siblings reunion and didn't want to do multiple posts on it because I'm lazy. I did try to cut out some stuff though. And I got really tired towards the end, so subpar post is subpar. }
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Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 1, 2020 8:42:03 GMT -5
( Amber Hey, imagine if the "Hey, I know you!" moment and the "trying to steal from the chosen" happen at the same time? Wendell could be like, "Hey, wait a minute! I helped you into that party, and now you're stealing from us?") ( Starchaser That's okay! I left it open to that decision on purpose! Also, sorry this one is short, like my last couple.) Wendell Benjamin White"Well, may we meet again soon, Gabriel!", said Wendell in farewell to Gabriel. He hoped they'd meet again soon. 8 years was a bit too long for Wendell's taste. He missed the days of the Academic Decathlon. Back when he could just study with Gabriel. Going back to Infernal Territory made him disappointed in their current level of technology. "I hope you find your sister, however complicated it may be."
He walked over to the tall, black haired man and immediately asked, "Listen. Have you or anybody you know been having strange dreams, foretelling the lost prophecy? Tell me, now. This is important." Usually, he wouldn't be so demanding, but this was important to him. Especially since he even was expecting strange, disgusted, horrified looks.
He pulled out the piece of paper with the prophecy on it, and pulled out a pencil, then sat at a very close table, holding all of his tools in one hand, then putting the paper on the table. "Wait. First, who are you? I need a name. Then tell me the answer to the first question." He was sure he simply looked like some sort of reporter, but he didn't care.
He was stressed, feeling like he needed to do this as quickly as possible. He was tapping his pencil, thinking what would happen if they failed. The world might not end, but it would be very dangerous. The reputation of all half-wraiths would be forever condemned. Same with his family's. It would make it a lot harder to find his sister.
The stress was just increasing and increasing, now showing a bit on his face. |
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 12:52:15 GMT -5
{ Brokenstar Okay, sorry this one's short. Zane is really not a conversationalist, and I'm not super inspired right now. }
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 1, 2020 13:09:55 GMT -5
( Starchaser I decided to add a little... dislike to the group, to make things more interesting. Also, it's fine! I couldn't think of much to write.) Wendell Benjamin White "Well, alright, I'll tell you." he replied, rather cross. "My name is Wendell Benjamin White, my strange looks are because I'm half-wraith, and I have been having strange dreams for the last three weeks, each time an ancestor of mine, Vincent O'Moore, kept telling me this prophecy." He showed Zane the side of the paper with the prophecy. "The lost prophecy. Now, tell me what I need to know. I must find the other prophecy members. So, tell me your name, then answer the first question." He didn't quite like Zane at the moment. Especially not from the generic strange looks he got. He even hoped that the tall, black-haired man would feel guilty about the way they looked at him. He decided to go passive aggressive, instead of commenting on Zane's height and skinniness, as that would probably lose him information. "You? Family? Or are you not an Alinski, so just people you traveled with? I can tell from your expression once I mentioned the prophecy that you know something. So to beat this curse, I need you to tell me." He almost threatened with magic, but that might get him mauled. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2020 13:37:08 GMT -5
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 13:41:36 GMT -5
{ xD I am so making a memes section on the extra page. }
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2020 13:51:03 GMT -5
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 13:59:34 GMT -5
{ Your wish is my command. I'll have to add some more to that section soon, cause I have a lot of ideas. }
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Post by Amber on Sept 1, 2020 14:41:08 GMT -5
( Starchaser Honestly, the way you described her dress/appearence was perfect. I can imagine it. I didn't know what you were referencing at first, but I have seen that before! It truly does fit this situation. Also, I'm not sure how old Gabriel is, so I just said he was in his late twenties. Is that accurate? Anyway, I like the idea of some half-Mages being able to do magic without a "conductor". It does make sense seeing, as you mentioned, how the other familes don't need something like that for their magic. Crispen, as I might've mentioned, is bad at magic mostly due to a combination of laziness and not being that strong in general. So maybe he does have this rareish talent, but it doesn't help him much due to his lack of skill. The open-endedness was good. I suppose I kind of made it open ended too. Maybe Lilah can spot him if you want, or they can go on their merry ways for now so Lilah can catch up with Alex. Though I also don't want to get the plot too far ahead with Moss gone. Anyway, I really love Crispen too. He is so much fun to write for. Brokenstar, I didn't consider that. It would be so funny if Lysandra tried to steal from someone near Wendell, not realize he's there, then have the "hey I know you" moment. That's great @shootforthestars. And accurate. Soon enough the poor guy's going to be left behind with the Alinskys for a bit once Clarisse goes off to do her thing.)
Crispen Valdmiri "Treat everyday with a smile so it doesn't know what you're planning on doing to it." - Wayne The Mischevious Grifter
The woman was about to say something as Crispen began to mutter a spell. If he was lucky, it would last for a good minute. Long enough to snatch the necklace, but not long enough to raise suspicion. That was the idea, at least. He briefly glanced at the woman, who was quickly processing what was going on. He began to whisper faster, the effects of the spell hopefully reacting appropriately. It wasn't a short process, especially for something as complicated as a freezing spell. He didn't know if that was due to being only half-mage or not. Maybe it was quicker and easier for full-blooded mages.
There was sudden shift in the room. The warm, even lighting was replaced by darkness. The chatter and music that filled the air was gone, a crackling fire talking their place. The full room was now a mostly-deserted backyard, with a stone patio and garden. Crispen looked around taking everything in. The woman he tried to steal from was there too. They had been teleported. Crispen supressed a yelp as he jumped back, letting go of the mage's arm. The tray of drinks wobbled around, but with some snappy movements, he was able to save the champagne from falling. No one noticed their arrival, which was something good. The man recollected himself, only to be snapped at by the woman. Now that was right unfair. He wasn't doing anything nefarious. He just wanted that necklace of hers. Crispen cleared his throat and offered a half-smile.
"What did I want? That is an excellent question with a perfectly reasonable answer. So...um...the truth is-" His words were cut off by a voice behind him. Crispen was turned on his heels and faced with a man in his late twenties. He was not happy.
"Hey, a suggestion, how about you don't go trying to mess with my little sister?" The half-fae's blood froze as his own words rang in his ears. Until you know for certain, pretend everyone you fancy has an older brother bigger and scarier than you. Appearently, that didn't just apply to flirting with people. Crispen opened his mouth to reply and defend himself, but was interrupted by the newcomer's sister. The man ignored her and continued to keep his attention on the half-fae. The mage knew of him and Lysandra. He was aware of their thieving exploits and now that Crispen got a chance to really look at him, the man did seem vaguely familiar.
"Well, I was not aware of my misguided pick on account I am quite the oppertunist. Well no one was hurt and I will apologize for-" Crispen was interrupted again! This time, it was the woman who spoke up. She was not fond of the way her older, slightly scary brother had treated her. Of course, the other Mage still ignored her! Crispen glanced at the black-haired woman, giving a sympathetic look. His hazel eyes snapped back to the man as he mentioned a very important and familiar name. Not only did he try to steal from an appearently important family, but they just happened to be the Lancasters. Well, he had heard the name in passing before, that meant the must've been real important.
"That certianly does put things into perspective, friend. I hadn't realized she was one of-"
"I am not a Lancaster," the woman bitterly interjected. Those folks really liked interrupting him. Instead of ignoring ber, this time the mage stepped forward. Crispen carefully moved to the side as the man grabbed his sister's arm and dragged her further away. Lys would tell him to run and report to her 'bout what he just witnessed. However, he knew he wouldn't get a wink if sleep if he didn't stick around for a few minutes to make sure everything turned out okay. Placing the champagne tray on a shallow wall that seprated the patio from the garden, Crispen carefully edged closer to the pair, pointed ears perked up to listen to their words. They were arguing. The woman was mostly being scolded by her brother. Unfairly it even seemed. The man grumpled about complications then said something about...the half-mage didn't quite catch it.
Drawing in a shallow breath, the man moved in closer. He could hear them more clearly now. The chattered along, talking about something real important. Unfortunately, Crispen still didn't know what they were talking about. Strange happenings, important books going missing, odd dreams, a propehecy- he called it the prophecy, ehich meant it was also important -and a half-wraith that was a part of it all, appearently. Was that the same man who helped Lysandra in? He supposed that didn't matter at the moment. The world was changing, and fast.
As the hushed conversation continued, the man found himself nodding in agreement with the woman. If her family went around ignoring her all her life, she had every right to spill her frustrations. "Nobody forced you to leave, Lilah. You made that choice on your own," the man replied, darkly.
"Nobody wanted me to stay either," the mage- Lilah was her name -pointed out. Crispen's eyes widened and a sense of awkwardness came over him. It was always uncomfortable watching a family argument. The half-fae watched as Lilah turned and left. He lingered for a few moments, waiting for her brother to leave as well. Once everything was clear, the man collected his tray of drinks- only two were left now -and headed back inside.
Crispen searched for Lysandra and found her still at her spot by the bar. As he approched, she caught sight of him and greeted him with a glare. The half-fae offered a friendly smile as he joined her. "'Ello, Lys. Enjoying the party?"
"What just hppened?" She hissed beneath her breath. "There was a small commotion and I almost swear I saw a small flash or hint of light or something. Please tell me you weren't involved."
Still smiling, the man sheepishly shrugged. The woman groaned, though tried to keep her composure. "I tried to steal a necklace from this pretty mage, but things didn't go as planned. She teleported us to the backyard and I was confronted. Her brother was there, and he knows about us. Oh, and then they have a private conversation, which I listened to, and they were saying some really weird things. There was something about-"
"You really didn't think that through," Lysandra interrupted. How rude. "You think we should leave, or try our luck and stick around for a little longer? How badly did it go?"
"What is it with you people and interrupting me tonight? Anyway, he only seemed mad because I tried stealing from a Lancaster, not because I was actually stealing. As long as we don't run into him again, I think we'll be fine. If it helps, he only seems to be a few years older than me. He was also grumpy. Anyway, they mentioned something about a prophecy and things got all serious like."
"You ran into an Lancaster? How lovely. I don't know much about them, but it sounds like you tried to steal from the son, Gabriel. By the sound of it, I think we can stick around for a while yet, but we also shouldn't over stay our welcome. Now, why don't you finish serving those drinks before people get suspicious." Crispen nodded before giving her a friendly squeeze on the arm. She patted his shoulder in return just as he left again.
As he weaved through the guests, the final two glasses were plucked from his tray. He didn't worry about that too much, he was going back to the kitchens to get more anyway. Halfway there, he paused as he caught sight of a familair face. The mage, Lilah, searching the room for somone, probably her vampiric companion. A little guilt prickled in his chest as he glanced at her. Grabbing her wrist and trying to cast a spell like that was a bad call on his part for many reasons. She seemed to be on edge, though that was to be expected after an argument with family. Although Crispen wanted to apologize, he avoided her. Perhaps there would be time for that later.
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 16:44:37 GMT -5
{ Brokenstar Cool, I'm down for a little tension. Zane's kinda mellow though, so it'd probably be more of an apathetic neutral feeling on his part.
@shootforthestars Amber
Stealing giving titles to my characters from Amber. }
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 1, 2020 18:08:27 GMT -5
{ Amber Well, I'm glad it made sense at least. I just feel like the words I choose aren't always so true to the picture I wanted to paint, but oh well. I don't know why, but the scenario just reminded me of that one, even though I guess they aren't that similar. I think I decided on 26 for Gabriel, but I'd have to check the front page again. I might get a form up for him someday, but that's a big might. Am lazy.
I thought it was a cool bit of worldbuilding and way to regulate the Mage abilities. Also, even with him having weaker abilities, I think it makes sense for Crispen to be able to use magic without a conductor, for the reasons you pointed out.
I decided to let Lilah talk with Crispen a bit more, mostly because I don't really know what to do with her with Moss being gone, and also because I enjoy his character. Sorry it's a little short, but hopefully they can interact more directly now.
Oh, it would actually be funny with who Lys picked as their next target happened to be yet another member of the prophecy. Then they would all just be confused as to why they keep running into each other. }
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 1, 2020 18:36:57 GMT -5
(Starchaser Yeah, like the rest, a bit short.)Wendell Benjamin WhiteHe was incredibly frustrated that Zane felt the need to introduce him, like he was a 7 year old kid, Zane was their dad, and Clarisse was Zane's old school friend. "Yes, well, I have been having dreams. Though Zane here can explain them to you for me.", he replied to Zane's introduction in a very passive-aggressive tone.
He showed her the piece of paper, ignoring his own invitation for Zane to talk for him. The annoyed, passive-aggressive tone had completely left his voice. "I've had dreams where I saw my ancestor, Vincent O'Moore, in which he told me this prophecy, on here." The scorn in his voice returned as he said, "Dad here told me that you have information."
"Now, please, if we're going to fulfill this, ignore my appearance, and just tell me the information you have." He automatically added in the remark on his appearance, not caring what affect it'd have on Clarisse. "Any dreams from you or anyone you know?" |
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Post by Amber on Sept 1, 2020 18:58:16 GMT -5
(Okay, it's storming over here and there's a chance my power could go put for hours again, so if I say something for the rest of the night, you know why.
Edit: I'll also refrain from replying with Avani until Shoot has a chnace ti get her stuff up.)
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Post by Amber on Sept 1, 2020 22:33:23 GMT -5
( Starchaser That's fair and I can completely relate. Anyway, even if the situations may not be all that similar, there was still scheming. Alright, sounds good. Even if it's not the exact age, it's close enough. Also, relatable. Laziness prevails for these things. Yay for worldbuilding. That's always a plus. Also, sounds good. I think making him unskilled/disinterested in magic helps with keeping his abilities in check, though they would already be weakened. Speaking of, I need to actually think of Fae abilities to give him.Also, that works. Honestly, I'm liking their interactions so far. I'm writing stuff for Crispen that I didn't originally have in mind for him, but I think it really works with his character. Pft, maybe she goes after Alex or Clarisse next, but then looks up/to the side/whoever and sees Wendell, who sees her and it's just an awkward moment as the target realizes what's happening.)
Crispen Valdmiri "Treat everyday with a smile so it doesn't know what you're planning on doing to it." - Wayne The Mischevious Grifter
One empty tray that once held drinks was replaced by another covered in tiny desserts. People snatched a few off as he passed, as was customary at that point. Crispen winked, smiled, and complimented people while he made his way through the crowd. The concern he had about that so-called Gabriel Lancaster had mostly faded. If nothing happened to him or Lys now, then it was unlikely anything was going to happen that night. As the man rounded the egde of the room, he paused to offer some treats to a few guests. They took him up on his offer before dispersing elsewhere. He smiled to himself, satisfied with his work. Then someone ran into him. With a steady hand beneath the tray, Crispen turned on his heels to see who had ran into him.
"Sorry," a familiar, feminine voice apologized. It was Lilah. Before he could say a word, the young woman asked if he was looking to steal from her again. Now that was a right unfair accusation. He only tried to steal from her once and failed. He wouldn't attempt it again. Besides, he was just minding himself when she ran into him. He looked down at the woman- she was about a foot shorter than he -and watched her for a moment. "Never mind," she continued before explaining how it was a bad night to be stealing from her. She paused for a moment, before pointing out he was a half-mage. It wasn't always the most obvious fact, especially because his appearence would peg him as a mage. For the most part, at least. She did get the Infernal part right, which didn't surprise him. Even being a half-mage allowed him to detect the family someone may be from. It wasn't as good a that of a full-blooded mage, but it had helped him out from time to time.
Lilah finished speaking with a suggestion of using a sigil. Crispen almost laughed, but that was probably the last thing she wanted. He knew enough about them to be disinterested in using one, though he held his tongue for the moment and instead thought about her words. It was a lot of tune changing in a matter of about a minute. She went from being annoyed by his presence, to grumbling about a rough night, before noting his half-nloodedness and finally giving him a suggestion. After a moment, Crispen offered a friendly smile and one of the desserts from his tray.
"First, I would like to point out that you did run into me. But, that was in the past and I have decided to forgive you for such a lowly mistake. Though I suppose it does even out because I tried to rob you earlier. I'm sorry for that, by the way. Trying to cast a spell on you was a bad call. Partly 'cause it was rude, but mostly because you probably would've broken it before I had a chance to take anything. Then there was your vampire friend, and you saw my face, and there were people around who could've caught sight of you just standin' there, and...I really didn't think that through. Lys was right," he hummed, rubbing his pointed chin.
"Anyway, that's in the past too. And I can tell you that I don't care for that necklace. I was just trying to nab something and just happened to see you. Besides, my sis is better at this sort of thing than I. Though I serve as a fantastic distraction. To answer your question, I'm half a mage and half a fae." He paused and pulled his curly, red hair away from one side of his face to reveal a pointed ear. He got it to stick out some, making it a bit more prominent. It was usually the ears that gave him away, so he kept them closer to his head to avoid detection. It worked for the most part.
"Thanks for the suggestion on the sigil. Only, I don't need no magic when I have pure, raw charm. And talent. And accessories. Lots and lots of accessories. They make up for my lack of magical skill. Though I suppose it wouldn't kill me to consider it," he mumbled in slight agreement. Silence settled over the pair, briefly. Even despite her questions and interest in his magic, Lilah still seemed bothered and a title solem. His mind flashed over to the conversation with her brother. That was rough to hear, and it sounded like he was only interested in her because she could prove something important. That's what he assumed, anyway.
"Uh, hey. Are you alright? I, erm, heard the conversation with your brother back there. Fae hearing and all. Also, I got closer to hear more. Sorry... Anyway things don't sound great and you seem...sad. Now I won't pretend I know what it's like to be in your position or that I've had your expierences, whatever they are, but I do know family can be...diffcult. And complicated. And annoying. I don't know where I'm going with this, but do you want to vent or...something? To me, a stranger." He thought about it for a moment and frowned slightly. "Hm, that does sound weird, doesn't it? Whatever. You think doing something like that would help?"
Crispen did feel a little guilty about the trouble he caused. Perhaps if he had targeted someone else, the mage wouldn't have teleported away and spoken to her brother. Even if that confrontation was unavoidable, the least he could do was listen if she wanted to talk, even if it would make him uncomfortable.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 1:42:05 GMT -5
Starchaser Here you go! I enjoyed writing petty Clarisse for a change so I hope you enjoy reading about her. She’s so much like her mom sometimes it kills me. XD Poor Zane. The meme just becomes more and more accurate. Amber Can I just say that your formatting is freaking beautiful?!?! I loveeeee Avani’s! You did such a good job. Honestly, now I feel like Clari’s is plain. XD Brokenstar I enjoy the mix up of emotions Wendell is bringing to the table. It’s a nice change from the happy and wholesome intersections that I’ve been writing for a hot second. Also, I tried to balance the post to where everyone was involved at some point. I didn’t realize that I like three people depending on Clari to respond. )
 Clarisse Alinsky “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
The Chosen Werewolf ✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
Many things happened at once when she left the side of the important Infernal and found a home with her new friend, Avani. The music began again, this time with an aggressive tilt as if the evening itself could predict that something big was about to happen. If she was less inclined to keep one eye open and one ear pointed in the direction of her prey, Clarisse would had missed the way the throng of partygoers seemed to squeeze into them and Avani’s words reached an excited high. She smiled reassuringly at the angel, “No one is in trouble, Avani. At least, not yet.”
She didn’t know why the words didn’t hit as hard as she was wanting. Maybe she understood that she was right about trouble around the corner; the air recked of it. Emotions were too high and Clarisse couldn’t figure out why. She waited patiently for Avani to finish her story of how she got into the party, slightly impressed that she managed to get past the guards without explicit invitation from another guest, but she supposed that she didn’t help much on that front. Sure, she got Avani to the front door, but it was this Rollan that happened to arrive at the right time and place. Maybe Rafe was watching over them.
Even though the world was waiting, Clari made a point of shaking her shoulders and giving the female an old fashioned, tooth filled wolfish smile, “Wow, wow! You look fabulous!”
Be more confident, Cylee! You look fabulous! The memory, potent despite the length of time it had sat in her brain unremembered, sobered her chipper mood and made her lips twitch. Clarisse tried not to let the emotion show in her eyes, but when Avani hit the topic on the nose, she leaned forward and made a grab for the angel’s shoulder.
Eyes glimmering now, she said, “Avani, I think I love you right now. Are you a shifter? Can you use Belua to read my mind? That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about! I had never seen the necklace before I danced with Azar - oh, that’s the male I was with - and I wouldn’t have noticed it at all. Really. But the voice from my dreams just told me to take it. He said it a few times so I figured it was connected to us somehow.”
Her lips formed the words of an excited curse, one that her mother would have taken her to the back room to punish her for. She withdrew slightly, brain already working in overdrive. She waved off Avani’s concern when she started to pace back and forth. Her legs and feet had adapted fairly quickly to the tight fitting dress and the small contact point of her black heels.
“Azar isn’t my friend; we just met. Besides, I’m probably just another political connection for him anyway, you know? Don’t feel too bad for him when he steal - I mean, borrow - that pretty little thing off his neck.” Clarisse bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. “But how? How, indeed. Rafe’s third freaking eye, I wish it wasn’t just us having to figure this out. I’m not the sharpest knife in the kit, but I’m not dull either. We need more brainpower!”
She hit a balled fist to an open palm as she said it decisively. The only problem was that they hadn’t found any of the others and they were running out of -
The familiar scent of pine trees and snow capped mountains made her turn her head, smile already on her lips, “Zane! I was wondering where you- what happened to your shirt?” But the massive stain was not the only unusual sight for her eyes.
Just by his scent alone, no by the sound of the hybrid’s voice, Clarisse recognized him. He had been one of the screamers. The shrill sound of pain and heartbreak echoed in her head as she looked into his unique eyes. Her chest felt giddy that they had found another prophecy members. Much like Avani, he had come to her with very little of her own work. Really... the universe must have desperately wanted them to meet.
But his demeanor off put her. By nature, she was more easy going than most shifters, tending to ebb in flow when it came to personalities and first impressions. As her yellowed eyes roamed over his form, up and down and across, and her nose twitched to take in every last detail about him, Clarisse found her stubborn side rearing it’s ugly, ugly head. From the uncomfortable stress odor that drifted from her companion and the way Zane tensed his shoulders back, he had already rubbed Zane the wrong way.
And that made her petty. No one expect her Alpha’s came up demanding anything from her that she didn’t want to give. No one messed with her pack mates.
Maybe it was childish, but Clarisse left her lips pull back in a sardonic grin, sharp canines vividly exposed, “A pleasure, Wendell. My name is Clarisse Alinsky, but please, don’t call me Clari. Only my friends call me that.”
It was a bad tendency of hers... to get aggressive and even possessive when her things were being threatened. Of course, she didn’t think of Zane as an item of hers, but she had staked a claim on him that day in the snow. Whether he knew it or not, she had sacrificed to obtain him from the grim reaper. In a way, all of her pack mates were hers and she was theirs. It was a mutual jealously, one that every werewolf understood. She witnessed the jealousy before, but it never been as potent when her mother had wept bitterly over the loss of a pack mate.
”Rafe, can’t have him! He’s ours! We need him! Rafe, can’t take him away from those he gave him very self to!”
She had the distinct urge to tell him to take his prophecy and go bother someone else with it (maybe his attitude would improve), but she was shaken off the train of thought when Zane leaned in close. Instantly, her mood mellowed. Still, she frowned down at the stain and said, “Nah, I’ve seen him before. I don’t know if I could ever unhear his screams from the dreams. Thanks for bringing him over though; I appreciate the secrecy.”
Clari looped her arm through Zane’s, the earlier aggression lingering and turning into a desire to be near her pack. It took her a second of mulling over the answers to his question before she answered reluctantly. If the fate of the world was riding on her getting along with the guys poor attitude than she would go it. It didn’t mean she couldn’t poke fun though.
”You screamed a lot in my dreams, you know. I remember your face pretty clearly just like everyone else...” Clarisse paused with a blink. “Who’s Dad?”
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 2, 2020 8:21:09 GMT -5
(@shootforthestars I envisioned that that would be how the other characters act around him. Though honestly, this is kind of an excuse to tag you.)Wendell Benjamin WhiteHe facepalmed. "I was calling Zane dad to make fun of him for introducing me, when I'm perfectly capable of it myself!" He was very frustrated right now. "I guess all shifters are equally frustrating!" he cried out, hands in the air in exasperation. First Zane, and now this? "Also, I wouldn't dream of calling you Clari." , he said, hoping she might get that he was saying he'd never be her friend.
"Okay. So you've had the dreams." He looked at the angel. He wasn't completely free of family boundaries, and he was very stressed and frustrated, so a bit of disgust tainted his voice as he said, "And who's this?", as he thought, I wish I had simply just reread my book. If he had done that, perhaps he wouldn't have been in this situation.
"So, we need to find the others. I've already got a friend of mine trying to find the Lancaster. He's a Lancaster, so it'll be easier for him." He felt urgency, and hoped that one person would be friendly to him, not caring that he was causing the antagonistic emotions. That would certainly help to fulfill the prophecy. he thought. |
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Post by Amber on Sept 2, 2020 14:28:50 GMT -5
(@shootforthestars Ah, thanks! I had a lot of fun working on it and I love it for Avani.)
 Avani Roshan  "Someome has to care. Too few people care these days."- Lift The Chosen Angel
Avani nodded, then hesitated. "Vhat do you mean by not yet? Do you know vho vill be in trouble? Shouldn't ve help zem?" She paused for a moment and noticed a slight mischevious glint in the shifter's eye. "Or are you suggesting ve are ze trouble?" Clarisse didn't have much of chance to answer as the angel excitedly launched into the story of how she got in. The werewolf seemed to listened with interest, nodding along as Avani explained everything. When the musclar woman finished her story, Clarisse flashed a smile, put her hands on the angel's shoulders, and gave her a shake. Avani moved with her as she complimented her clothing. The angel lightly giggled.
"Vell, it certianly vorks for somezing put togezer last minute," Avani replied with her characteristic grin. She didn't linger on the topic for long. Almost immediately after, the angel launched into a frantic explanation of the necklace and its mysterious importance. While Clarisse listened intently, she stared wide-eyed, her yellow gaze shining with interest. Once Avani was done, there was a brief silence between the pair before the werewolf began her own excited account. Appearently, the angel hadn't been the only one who noticed the necklace.
Clarisse let out an energetic curse, one that would've gotten Avani's father to blush, as the angel reddened and beamed at her friend's words. "Zat's vonderful, zen! Maybe once we get the necklace, perhaps it'll draw ze ozers to us. Or maybe ve'll figure out vhy it's important to ze prophecy." The possibilities were hopeful. Perhaps they wouldn't have to wander the city in hopes of finding a few other people. Maybe the necklace would somehow allow them to find Clarisse and Avani. Or it'd let them track the others. Whatever the case may be, the angel was looking forward to finding out. Unfortunately, in order to achieve that, they would need to take the necklace.
Avani sighed. "And ve can't just ask him for it or explain ze situation? I'm sure he'd understand, right? I mean ze vorld depends on us getting zat necklace, even zough ve may not know its importance yet. Anyvay, vhile ve may not have ze ozers, ve do have some people who could help. Vhat about your friends from earlier? Ze black-haired man and ze red-haired man? Maybe zey could help us vith somezing. Zere's also Lucrecia. Oh, I'm not sure if you saw her, but she's a brown-haired vren shifder. Anyvay..."
The angel trailed off as a new pair of people joined them. One was the black-haired man she was just talking about, another came as a surprise. Half of his body looked like it belonged to a mage, elemental, or shifter. The other half. After getting over her surprise, Avani smiled widely at both and offered a friendly wave. Before she could say anything, Zane- the other werewolf now had a name! -introduced the newcomer as Wendell. Clarisse greeted him, though she seemed...on edge? Unfortunately, Wendell also seemed a bit grumpy. Worry nipped at her stomach. Hopefully the two of them would get along.
The angel let in a soft breath. That didn't deterr Avani. She continued to smile, getting excited when the dreams were brought up. They distracted her from the snappy comments and negativity in the air. The woman opened her mouth to introduce herself, only to shut it as he turned his attentjon to her. Avani's smile faltered slightly. Why did he sound so grumpy and, even, mean? What happened that caused him to be such a grump, and how could Avani help him feel better?
The angel pushed the thoughrs from her mind. One thing at a time. After a moment, she finally found her words. "I'm Avani, Avani Roshan. It's nice to meet you, Vendell! Clarisse and I have been having strange dreams too. Ve met here to find ze ozer chosen and, vell, ve found you! Or, razer, Zane found you. But you did get in contact vith someone who may know out Mage. Zat is a great start!"
Avani paused, mind buzzing with excitement. When would they meet the mage? Would the remaining three chosen be at the party too? Had Avani already seen them, or even interacted with them? What were they like? Who were they? Questions swarmed in her mind, it was nearly overwhelming. The angel took a moment to collect herself, letting her mind ease up by changing her display. The dragons she had been using were replaced by an energetic pegasus, gracefully racing through the air. It flew through golden clouds, avoiding guests and the decorations of the room. Now relaxed some, the angel looked back at the three who stood around her. She smiled at them again before turning to Wendell. She was careful not to bump into them or accidently flare her wings. There wasn't much space to move around in the corner.
"I'm not sure if you've had visions of a stone, but I have," she began. "In my dreams, I've seen a silver necklace vith an orange stone. Clarisse's ancestor told her about it as she vhile she vas vith a demon named Azar. Ve need to get it, but ve don't know how. Maybe you have some ideas?"
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 2, 2020 15:01:36 GMT -5
{ Amber We're a pretty relatable group, I think, haha. This isn't a very good response (yay for no inspiration), which is shame because I quite like Cris and his posts.
Sounds good. Also, I posted a few Fae ability ideas on the discussion page back when we were talking about Wendell's powers, if any of those interest you. I didn't have very many though, cause I still need to research more.
Yeah, I think they could be an interesting dynamic to explore. It's always fun to explore side characters. Also understandable, cause Zane didn't turn out at all like I thought he would, but it also makes complete sense for his character, I think. All these side plots/characters are so good, I wish we could just indulge them all. Honestly though, it's not too hard to occasionally weave in some side characters, especially since most of the stones are scattered around the main kingdom.
It'd be funny if she just made direct eye contact with them while also stealing their stuff. Even though that totally doesn't fit Lys, I just find it amusing to think about.
Note: Some additional worldbuilding because I haven't explained it much, similar to sigils. Anaeida is a primordial deity in Mage religion, and creator of the world. Her "dream" is basically all of the world and yeah. }
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 2, 2020 15:26:36 GMT -5
Wendell Benjamin WhiteWhen he heard Avani speak, he brightened a little. A bit of happiness pierced his voice as he said, "Finally! Someone who will give me the information in a timely manner and will be at least friendly to me!" He was a bit annoyed at her reaction to his appearance, but he excused it for her, though did remark, for the other two, mostly, "By the way, you're all going to have to get used to the way I look."
"Hello, nice to meet you, Avani." he said, politeness in his voice, as he extended his wraith hand to Avani, partially just to mess with her. It was his way of getting back at her for her reaction to how he looked.
He let out a frustrated grunt when he heard about the others' dreams. "Seems to me like I was given the least information. All that was told to me was the prophecy and who that ancestor was. Perhaps he knew I'd read about it." He was very upset at this point with Vincent O'Moore for giving him so little information.
"Yes. He is a highschool friend of mine. Gabriel Lancaster. I wonder where he is..." He hoped that by then, Gabriel had found them. He was still incredibly anxious. "We currently have 3 of the chosen. We need to wait for Gabriel, and find the other 2. We need to do it quickly, as well. Every second counts!"
He was tapping his right foot rapidly, becoming more and more impatient. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 15:33:50 GMT -5
I’m going to wait to reply until Star does that way Star doesn’t get left behind.  ) |
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 2, 2020 17:17:38 GMT -5
{ Brokenstar I already have so many meme ideas for Wendell.
@shootforthestars I LOVE petty Clarisse. I can already tell I'm going to be disappointed having only Zane in this interaction because he is so NOT petty, but I want to make a petty response. I probably did push a little, so Zane may be somewhat OOC in this, but idk. Like me some conflict.
Poor Zane's just trying to make sure everything goes smoothly, and he gets hostility from literally every side. I almost don't need to have Caspian be such a jerk since Wendell seems to stir up a lot of negativity, though I suppose they're definitely different types of antagonistic.
Honestly, I imagine Wendell's going to make a lot of people on edge. I mean, Avani's such a sweetheart, but he's already bashing her because of the whole Heavenly/Infernal problem. And since he got off on a bad foot with Zane, Clarisse isn't feeling it. Caspian is a total arrogant jerk, so I'm sure he'll make everyone irritated. It's going to be very interesting to see how he and Lilah interact, considering Gabriel is one of the few people Wendell seems to like, but Lilah's family has only ever treated her badly so she might not be too pleased about that.
Amber I have to second what Shoot said. All of your layouts are so gorgeous <3 }
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 18:44:52 GMT -5
Starchaser Oh, I do too. XD I feel like I have to use her sparingly because Clari doesn't like the ~~negative vibes~~ too much, but she's not afraid to tell it how it is. Honestly, I agree that we can have conflict in different ways with the two dudes. From what I'm understanding, Caspian is gonna be more snotty nosed about his jerkiness which Clari might actually find amusing in a way. She just really doesn't like the direct aggression especially when it's aimed at her babiess. If Wendell had literally come up to her like that when she was alone, she probably would have have a completely different reaction. BUT HE GOT ZANE AND AVANI INVOLVED Also, that meme is SOOO PERFECT  Amber Sorry there isn't a whole lot for Avani in here! I really didn't have much I could come up with so feel free to do anything with what Clarisse has said! Brokenstar My dude, Wendell making waves but actually progressing the plot by introducing them to the other members. XD)
Clarisse Alinsky “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
The Chosen Werewolf ✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
Zane's presence at her side was a comfort and she found herself squeezing into him as she smiled up at him, no ire to be found her eyes over the ruined shirt, "Don't worry about it. It happens." She tired to quiet the talking in her ears as she took the drink with a grateful mutter and tipped it back instantly. The bubbly wine was different from the hard liquor that she was used to in Shifter territory and she frowned at the lack of potency. She was going to need more than that stuff if she was going to survive the night.
The werewolf swirled the deep liquid in her glass as she directed her attention away from the building mistrust of the male in front of her, "Nope. Not at all. I guess Avani spoiled me; here I was thinking that everyone was gonna be happy like her. Rafe, was I wrong." She finished her drink quickly and passed the empty glass to a waiter that drifted by them. Deep in thought, she lightly ran a thumb over the skin on Zane's forearm in a form of comfort.
Anxiety had begun to roll off of him like a tide and Clarisse hated it. Even for a trained shifter, it was hard to disguise one's scent from others and the negative emotions tended to smell stronger than the positive ones. Fear, anger, disappointment, anxiety... She was sure Zane could smell the ire on her as well. But for a non-shifter and for someone who didn't seem to care, a non-verbal cue like that meant absolutely nothing at all.
She was slightly surprised when his voice came very close to her ear only to be stopped. Clarisse tilted her head up to catch it, but it was gone as soon as it came. Instead, Zane was once again defending himself against the newcomer. Rafe's third freaking eye and all his consorts! I wanted to know what he was gonna say!
Her jaw feathered and she looked Wendell in the eyes, "Zane, you don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong. Someone just woke up on the wrong side of the hill apparently."
He fell quiet again and so she listened to the shift in his tone when the resident ray of sunshine introduced herself and tried to get the conversation going back in a more productive manner. She appreciated Avani very much in the moment and realized that her anger was extending for the angel as well. Apparently she had already adopted the angel into the fold...
At the tapping of his foot, Clarisse narrowed her eyes and resisted the urge to lift her top lip in the start of a snarl. She was distracted by the way Zane rolled his shoulders and began to pull away from. Mood instantly shifting to one of confusion and sadness, her metaphorical ears went flat against her head, "Zane, you don't have to leave. He's being a jerk, but - " She words dropped off when she realized she was trying to convince him to stay more for her own benefit than is. Nodding them in understanding, she started to return the smile and ask for another drink soon when he leaned in.
Clarisse ducked her head down and angled her ear to where her skin caught his breath. Worry lines craved into her forehead but she nodded and returned the whisper. "Yeah, sure. Meet me by the bar in an hour? We can talk about - well, we can talk then."
She bit her lip and pulled away. The selfish desire for him to stay made her bite down on her bottom lip. If she wasn't careful, she would follow him away, desperate to escape the oppressive environment. Why had the tone shifted so much, so quickly?
The Alinsky heir watched him walk away before turning back to the other two with a glare aimed at Wendell's face. Clarisse barely noticed that she had said Lancaster, too blinded by her anger. She did snarl then, but it was kind disguised by a poisonous sweetness. "Well, I hope that makes you happy." The larger than life shifter made a broad sweeping stroke towards the ballroom doors with a sneer. "Well, after you if you're so impatient. Let's go find the others!"
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Sept 2, 2020 18:45:10 GMT -5
Wendell Benjamin WhiteAfter seeing Zane leave, he was half glad. He didn't really like Zane (obviously), but it made him realize what his attitude was doing to the group. He tried to calm himself down and said through gritted teeth and head in his hands, "Sorry, sorry, just this whole thing is stressing me out." He hadn't completely calmed down, and he was usually aggravating, anyways, but it certainly helped.
"We should find the vampire next, as they'll be easier to find." The truth was, he wanted to find the other infernal to discuss stygian, and share the book he'd just read. He hoped that soon he could find another book soon. "So we should get started now." He still sounded like he was taking charge, as well as annoyed, but less so.
His foot was still tapping. "Or we could find Gabriel and ask him if he found the mage. So which should we do? We have to hurry!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 18:46:15 GMT -5
Just missed that reply, but I think mine should still work. ) |
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Post by Starchaser on Sept 2, 2020 19:10:05 GMT -5
{ I'll go ahead and let Amber get an Avani response up before I do anything else. I partially had Zane go off because I figured we'd have Lilah in the mix soon, but since Moss is still gone, I might have to throw Gabriel at them for a while and let Lilah chill with Crispen. }
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