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Post by Zen on Jul 12, 2017 22:09:43 GMT -5
Skyla
The woman's reaction worried her. "...How do I know you don't intend to hurt him? I understand he has a few enemies, but..."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 12, 2017 22:14:09 GMT -5
Celtchar
"Did he ever talk about his part in the war?" Celtchar said, seemingly ignoring Skyla's question.
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Post by Zen on Jul 12, 2017 22:19:49 GMT -5
Skyla
"Sometimes, Mister Blair would grow distant when he spoke of the war. Laughing at the mention of the Oshiro patriarch, the unusual amount of teenagers serving the club faction... But whenever he mentioned his own servant, those were memories he seemed to truly be fond of. He never said it directly, but I truly think he misses her..." She paused and turned to the woman. "But... you couldn't be...?"
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 13, 2017 0:45:14 GMT -5
Celtchar
"I was the lancer of spades yes." She said. "I actually came here looking for him. We were all re-summoned, and the council isn't a home for me. What do you need to go to them for?"
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Post by Zen on Jul 13, 2017 10:38:04 GMT -5
Skyla
"I... was told about a man named Cody Lazarus. Something terrible is about to happen, and I have to speak with him. Talking over the phone won't work, so I'm afraid I'll have to meet him personally. Perhaps, knowing I've come all this way, he'll at least listen."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 13, 2017 13:46:28 GMT -5
Celtchar
"Do you mind telling me what that terrible thing is?" She said quietly.
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Post by Zen on Jul 13, 2017 18:30:28 GMT -5
Skyla
"If you aren't coming with me, I'm afraid I can't tell you much. For your own safety. But on your way to wherever you're going... if you ever see a mage named Dante, draped in red... stay clear of him. No matter how weak he may seem, please, stay away. Don't follow him, and whatever you do, don't trust him or let him convince you to join him. Better to lay low than to try and stop him... This isn't something one servant can do alone."
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Post by Iaashadow on Jul 13, 2017 22:26:04 GMT -5
Celtchar
"I assume it isn't something one girl can do alone either." She said. "Well you have places to go, and you're not looking to trap me, so I'll be on my way." She opened up the cab door.
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Post by Zen on Jul 15, 2017 11:45:00 GMT -5
Kirin Oshiro
Some hours later.
It was just past mid-day, but outside of their hotel suite Kirin could only see a dull gray sky on the brink of another rainstorm. Within it swam a harshly lit red star, but there were more important things to attend to.
Kirin was seated in front of the piano. Hera, still unconscious, was rested upon the sofa. With his fiancée as an unwitting audience, he practiced a few new pieces to later play for her while she was awake. Although his fingers were hard at work developing muscle memory, his mind was on anything but the song.
Hera, you fool... You're the last thing keeping me alive in this damned world. I can't lose you, too. I won't allow it. Whatever that blasted summoning came to serve, you've no part of it. I'll be your husband, soon, and... There will be some decisions that I alone will have to make. This is one of them. I will fight if I have to, but you will stay away and survive. And that is an order. His fingers drifted away from the keys. Hera remained on the couch. Perfect. Too perfect for him.
With an exhausted sigh he stood up and faced the window. The red star was already fading. It almost seemed to be calling to him. I'm a hypocrite, aren't I...? The city's colors were faded. The streets were darkened with the tension. But the rooftops...
A man was sitting over the edge of the tallest roof in the slums, with little more than thugs and broken whiskey bottles below him. His face was obscured by the sheer distance between them, but Kirin recognized the way he held himself. The way the cigarette dangled between his fingers. And that accursed rifle at his side, by the tails of his coat. Kirin's eyes narrowed with rage. ...Him. With his beloved still in the room, he slipped out of the suite and began his hunt.
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 15, 2017 21:24:28 GMT -5
Kael Sebastian
"GYAH!" A young man with chestnut hair flew across the room hitting one of it's many walls before collapsing gracelessly onto the floor. Kael Sebastian sat up with a groan and began to halfheartedly straighten his impossibly wrinkled dress shirt with limited success. A stern-faced man with a graying red beard walked up to him waving a lightly colored wooden wand in a similar fashion to how a conductor would wave his baton. Unfortunately for Kael, the older man was not conducting an orchestra. Panting, he rolled out of the way of another round of ignis spells. He had to think fast if he wanted to keep this shirt in one piece.
"Victa virga."
The older man yelped, dropping the wand he held. Kael seized the opportunity laid before him. "Ignis!" A ball of flame knocked the instructor across the room in much the same way his own spell had to Kael previously. The energy from the blast shattered the protective barrier he had placed around himself at the beginning of their little practice match.
"Good work, Kael. Although, it would have been better if you had actually followed my instructions."
Kael sheepishly helped his fiery old teacher to his feet. "I told you direct attacks aren't my forte..."
"Hmm... how strange then that you show such promise in fire elementals." The elder gentleman looked Kael up and down. "Very strange..."
Kael shrugged and then proceeded to clean up the space. A deep sigh and the distinct thud of a door closing were the only indications Kael had of his instructor leaving.
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Post by Zen on Jul 16, 2017 17:55:36 GMT -5
Cody Lazarus
His base of operations was a jagged tower constructed of dark steel. It loomed over Reverie, its many decks housing and sending out squadrons of combat drones tasked with defending the village. Cody's jet landed near its base and was immediately placed under maintenance. The loud clicking of interlocked gears signified the beginning of his elevator's ascent.
"Dante Alighieri... That's what the hologram called himself."
"By the off chance it may be the work of some sort of servant, shall I run a search on the name?"
"Not necessary, Gestalt. I already know who he is. Dante Alighieri was the Italian poet who wrote the Divine Comedy. He was a frail man who dressed in red pajamas and spent nine years writing stories about a girl he met exactly once when he was nine. But... he doesn't come across as someone who would know the first thing about magecraft, let alone summoning servants."
The Divine Comedy was quite the story, though... it wouldn't surprise me if he had sources he didn't publicly disclose.
"It's just a story, Roger... The man probably made it all up. There's no way you'd be able to cross into the land of the dead and come back to tell the tale. Ruler would never allow something like that. Hell, I'm not even sure there is a heaven or hell, aside from maybe Sanctum... Still, though, it bothers me."
EVENT
Zain Krauss, younger brother of the family head Johannes Krauss, is walking home alone after confirming the safety of his brother and the rest of his immediate family in the Mage's Association Headquarters. Masked figures draped in red shawls are beginning to follow him, clinging to the shadows. They carry wands and tomes with them.
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Post by MS on Jul 16, 2017 20:58:51 GMT -5
Sybil L.
The dim, crimson light flickered in the hazy, midday skies of London. Sybil found herself partly walking towards the fading star, but really her steps were aimless. It was a habit of hers, to wander off to nowhere in particular when the mind was at unease. Perhaps with each step she could walk away her worries. It worked once before. Sybil let out a long sigh. Mother Ivestria was probably wondering where she was. Then again, so was Sybil. She's been at this for hours now, and this was a foreign city. She wasn't currently in a spot with any recognizable attractions either.
Sybil looked up. The scarlet star continued to hang in the sky, seemingly mocking her now. Dante Alighieri… Who was he really, to be able to summon a Servant outside of the Sanctum Wars, which have been stopped two years ago? The old poet’s words repeated themselves again and again in her mind. ’I have traveled places no man ever dared.’ The Divine Comedy. Could it be? But, if he was a Servant, that would mean it had to have happened... She shook her head. No mortal, even one as powerful as a Servant, could possibly be that powerful, right? She paused at that. Mere teenagers destroyed the cycle. Her fists clenched. She took a deep breath. And another. Her hand wrapped around her pendant. Maybe this is all in His plan. It will work out in the end. She had to keep faith in that.
Still, the red star was as ominous as ever, even if it was slowly fading away. However, at the very corner of her peripheral vision, Sybil spotted a different bit of red pass by in the shadows of an alleyway. The very same red that he wore. She quietly followed, taking care to not get noticed.
She needed answers.
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Post by MS on Jul 16, 2017 22:16:19 GMT -5
Lester Makar
Lester tucked his phone away in his pocket. All the videos of the little magic show last night somehow ‘mysteriously’ disappeared. It took off far more than Les expected but, well, it was all dust in the wind now. A shame, really. Something so life changing as magecraft was so easily covered up for so long, and still is. Such was life in a world so filled with skeptics and indifference, he supposed. However, something new and interesting did pop up on the internet. Many photos of a strange crimson star started to appear, seen from around the world. Of course, Les didn't need to see any photos; he could just look up and see for himself. The star glistened like a ruby in the light. It truly was quite stunning. And yes, it was quite magical as well. In more ways than one, he was certain. There was a certain power that the star had that he couldn't quite explain. He felt as if it was… drawing him in. Yet at the same time it was repelling him. Truly intriguing.
That wasn't the only strange happenstance so far today. Lester could’ve sworn he saw something fly in and out of the clouds, something that wasn't quite a bird or a plane. Instead, he thought he saw a person. At this point, Les wouldn't reject the possibility of there being ‘superheroes’ or some kind of equivalent of some sort. After all, wizards and witches were scattered across the world hidden in plain sight. What else could possibly exist? Cryptids, ghosts, monsters? Heaven, hell? Demons, angels, gods...
God?
Lester decided not to dwell on such things. Not now, at least. He turned into an alleyway, making his way towards one of his many bases. Or he was, until another something unusual caught his eye. Figures draped in red were traversing the alleyways as well, though they didn't notice him. Either that or they didn't care. In any case, it seemed they were trying to sneak around. However, red wasn't the stealthiest of colors. But that wasn't the important part. For a brief moment Les saw a pointed object sticking out of the sleeve of one of the figures. A wand. How suspicious. Just the excitement I needed! With a flick of his wrist Les disappeared from view and started following the cloaked figures. They were up to something, and he definitely did not want to miss it.
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Post by Zen on Jul 17, 2017 19:07:30 GMT -5
EVENT
A pair of hooded mages gained ground, running from one shadow to the next.
"You're sure about this...?" The younger of them muttered. "He isn't the inheritor of the Krauss family crest. I've researched him-- despite looking more aged, Zain is the younger brother."
"That's not important. So long as he has their blood, it will work. But it must be flowing at the time of the ritual. I'm sure I needn't remind you not to use lethal force..."
"I'll be sure to tone it down a bit."
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 17, 2017 20:08:23 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
...It's cold.
So... cold.
Am I dead?
Is this the end?
Hera's eyes fluttered open, greeted by pale light and dark skies. Nope. Someone just left the window open.
With a grunt of pain, Hera sat up from the vaguely familiar couch on which she had evidently been laid. Overdid it. Again. She walked toward the window with the intent to close it when something strange captured her attention. A man. Specifically a man sitting on the highest roof in the slums of London who just so happened to be smoking a cigarette. Well that's certainly strange.
Hera slowly came to realize three things. One, she was in her hotel room. Two, she had a killer headache. Three, Kirin... wasn't there. The first two things were quite normal and might even be expected considering her job, but Kirin... He was always there when she woke up. Though, to be fair, he was quite frequently the reason why she woke up. Still... not having him there was... disturbing. Where could he be?
Frantically pulling on a jacket and shoes, Hera quickly raced out the door. I need to find Kirin. Quickly. If only I hadn't preformed that ancient anti-tracking spell... The streets of London were cool and damp beneath her well worn boots as she trudged down random streets hoping to glimpse Kirin's ebony hair or amethyst eyes or even his favorite coat. In her search for her fiancé, Hera couldn't help but notice the multitude of men and women wearing red hoods. Damn it, Kirin! What did you get yourself into this time?
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