Realistic or Modern It's Witchin' Hour (NOW ACCEPTING HUMANS/HUNTERS/WEREWOLVES)

[apolla]

Lissa

Lissa hadn't meant to be late.

Not that the 19 year old needed to worry about being on time to a high school bonfire, considering she hadn't attended school in well over a year herself. But she'd wanted to be there early, and stay for as long as she could, considering the sense of dread that had filled her body when she'd heard about it. Premonitions were real, very real, and she didn't know if the bonfire would end badly but she needed to go find out.

Although a part of her wanted to keep to herself, she felt as though she could give back through some of these visions. She'd never gotten the chance as an adult to meet her grandmother, which killed her inside. She wanted to know the woman who'd passed on her witch heritage to Lissa, but thanks to her mother, Lissa would never get that chance. Instead, she was stuck with these visions that may or may not come true, and the heartwrenching decision whether or not to do anything about them.

Well, she couldn't not do anything. That just wasn't who she felt her grandmother would want her to be.

Upon moving into the woman's house, Lissa had immediately discovered old journals and books and papers and scoured through them, trying to piece together the mystery woman. From what she understood, the woman had a great understanding and handle on her powers. A helper, and a seer just like Lissa. She'd doubled as a fortune teller for tourists, although what they didn't know was that her premonitions were true.

Tessa had been well-liked and respected in the town. Visiting her gravesite had brought tears to Lissa's eyes, as someone else had placed flowers there. Placing her own single lily, she'd said a quick prayer and left. Ever since then, she'd been just trying to learn more about her own powers. Her visions recently had been quite dark, and she couldn't help but be fearful for the town that she'd come to call home.

Arriving at the bonfire with recently dyed black hair, she crunched over the dry ground until she found a cooler full of beer. Cracking one open, she wrinkled her nose at the smell; she wasn't a beer drinker. Not much of a drinker at all, really. But for the sake of blending in, she could carry it around.

Turning, she tried to get a reading on others there. She could sense energy but not auras; that had never been her strongest ability. The energy here was mixed for sure, confusing her. Taking one step away from the cooler, she suddenly doubled over, the beer can dropping on the ground.

"Not here..." She ground out, trying to ignore the cramps taking over her body. Everything went white, then dark, and although she could see trees she knew that they weren't the trees she'd just been looking at.

Finally able to stand, vision-Lissa stepped forward until she saw it: a body, hanging from some sort of thread or rope, mauled beyond recognition. As the smell hit her nostrils, she retched, covering her mouth with her hands. Just as she turned to flee, she spotted the message, written in blood.

Then it faded, and the real-world Lissa lay on the ground as she came to.

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Lissa hadn't meant to be late.

Not that the 19 year old needed to worry about being on time to a high school bonfire, considering she hadn't attended school in well over a year herself. But she'd wanted to be there early, and stay for as long as she could, considering the sense of dread that had filled her body when she'd heard about it. Premonitions were real, very real, and she didn't know if the bonfire would end badly but she needed to go find out.

Although a part of her wanted to keep to herself, she felt as though she could give back through some of these visions. She'd never gotten the chance as an adult to meet her grandmother, which killed her inside. She wanted to know the woman who'd passed on her witch heritage to Lissa, but thanks to her mother, Lissa would never get that chance. Instead, she was stuck with these visions that may or may not come true, and the heartwrenching decision whether or not to do anything about them.

Well, she couldn't not do anything. That just wasn't who she felt her grandmother would want her to be.

Upon moving into the woman's house, Lissa had immediately discovered old journals and books and papers and scoured through them, trying to piece together the mystery woman. From what she understood, the woman had a great understanding and handle on her powers. A helper, and a seer just like Lissa. She'd doubled as a fortune teller for tourists, although what they didn't know was that her premonitions were true.

Tessa had been well-liked and respected in the town. Visiting her gravesite had brought tears to Lissa's eyes, as someone else had placed flowers there. Placing her own single lily, she'd said a quick prayer and left. Ever since then, she'd been just trying to learn more about her own powers. Her visions recently had been quite dark, and she couldn't help but be fearful for the town that she'd come to call home.

Arriving at the bonfire with recently dyed black hair, she crunched over the dry ground until she found a cooler full of beer. Cracking one open, she wrinkled her nose at the smell; she wasn't a beer drinker. Not much of a drinker at all, really. But for the sake of blending in, she could carry it around.

Turning, she tried to get a reading on others there. She could sense energy but not auras; that had never been her strongest ability. The energy here was mixed for sure, confusing her. Taking one step away from the cooler, she suddenly doubled over, the beer can dropping on the ground.

"Not here..." She ground out, trying to ignore the cramps taking over her body. Everything went white, then dark, and although she could see trees she knew that they weren't the trees she'd just been looking at.

Finally able to stand, vision-Lissa stepped forward until she saw it: a body, hanging from some sort of thread or rope, mauled beyond recognition. As the smell hit her nostrils, she retched, covering her mouth with her hands. Just as she turned to flee, she spotted the message, written in blood.

Then it faded, and the real-world Lissa lay on the ground as she came to.

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Location: Bonfire
Interaction: Jack19XK (Joseph)
Mention: dimensional (Leoric) apolla (Lissa)
Activity: Having vision​

Mica was trying to ignore her headache and the pain was intensifying through her whole head. When Joseph reached his hand out she backed away, “No, please no.” She was becoming disoriented on where she was and her head pain become splitting and then she knew it was happening. She needed to protect her face she couldn’t let see, “Help,” she said to Joseph before she could even think. Her eyes rolled back and everything went white for a second and then she saw it around her.

She was in a dark area and around her were trees. The sky above was dark with red streaks, as she walked forward shadows passed by her. Shadows of the spirits before her, the shadow of the spirits that had passed. She couldn’t tell where she was by as she walked forward that’s when she saw it. A head dangling on what appeared to be a tree, her eyes darted and she saw the body beneath it mauled. It was mauled not by an animal but possibly a human. As she moved closer she couldn’t tell who the head belonged to but she could see the features, a beautiful male dark hair with prominent features and fangs for teeth. A vampire. She looked to the body and around were ancient runes that she couldn’t decipher and that’s when she saw the message NONE WILL BE SPARED.

The vision ended and Mica’s body released a wave of power and she let her body slump to the ground. Her head was pounding and she couldn’t place where she was. She saw her cousin and Joseph and her eyes went wide in terror. He’d seen and he was going to freak out. She couldn’t muster any words to try and save herself. She looked over and she saw another girl on the ground. Mica knew she must’ve seen the same thing.
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Location:Bonfire
Interaction: Lunaria Silver
Mention: N/A
Activity: Talking with Collette and then protecting his cousin ​

Remmick was flirting with Collette and he enjoyed her response about the younger men. He moved closer to her, “So you came on your own, how independent. That’s quite alluring.” He moved closer to her and looked into her eyes, “You’re quite a beautiful woman. Any man would be lucky.” When she asked his name he couldn’t help but respond, “Remmick Carter.” He took her hand, “and what about a woman as lovely as yourself?” He asked.

Remmick was enjoying his time with his mystery woman until he looked over and saw Mica having a meltdown. “I’m sorry I have to go.” He couldn’t say more to the woman before he rushed to his cousin and he could see her eyes were white. He looked to the male before her and then quickly pulled his cousin into him to try and cover her eyes so no one could see what was happening to her. He didn’t want people to freak out especially not any drunk teens. He waited until she came to and he could sense the panic in her face.

 

[dimensional]

"There's a hole in the Earth...

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he force of power hit Lucifer like a Mac truck. He looked out the grand window that led to the balcony outside his room.The curtains billowed in the wind, heightening the feeling of dread that curled in his stomach.

"Quaerite fons virtutis," he murmered and was instantly aware of exactly where the power was coming from. He raced down the stairs and was out the door before his father could say anything. Kicking his bike to life, he was winding down the road toward the lake with urgency. Something felt off, like the seers involved had envisioned some horrible event. He rode faster, leaning forward in his haste. He arrived, throwing his helmet aside and breaking through the crowd. He reached one of the seers, kneeling down and placing his hand on hers.

"Cessabit," he cast, letting the spell reach the other girl who was not far away. "You're okay. I felt the anguish in your vision. What was it that you saw?" he asked, the need to help his fellow witch eclipsing any other objective at the time.

...I'm out."

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[Stellina]

Ava Crowley



Location: Bonfire
Interacting With: sprouhtt (open)
Mentioning:
Activity: Socializing with Selene

Ava's eyes widened when Selene mentioned the school she attended, they would be attending the same high school. She smiled at Selene and nodded her head, acknowledging what Selene was saying. Ava was thrilled to have met Selene when she did, now, she would not have to eat lunch alone in a cafeteria filled with hormonal teenagers until she finally found where she belonged. Just from this conversation alone, Ava felt as if she had known the girl in front of her for her whole life, as if the connection she felt was one from a past life.

"Selene, you will learn over time as our friendship continues to flourish, well, hopefully, that indeed do enjoy knowing everything. So yes, I would not mind knowing what your blood type is or what your favourite ice cream flavour is." She joked.

"Selene," She gasped. "You must introduce me to this person you are speaking of or else I will no longer be able to sleep knowing that they are out there and I never got to meet them!" She laughed, gently taking Selene's right hand into hers. "Please," she begged, softly batting her mascara coated eyelashes and giggling.

"In addition to introducing me to that friend of yours, would you mind introducing me to some of your friends? I mean, I am new around here so I am literally starting my social life over from scratch." She chuckled as she shook her head.

"And besides, what's a single girl gotta do to meet some cute boys around here?" She asked playfully. She gazed around Selene and really did not see anyone who grasped her attention. I might have to sell my soul to the Devil to have some fun in this town.

 

[copacetic]

Stella Morgan

Stella had spent the day moving boxes and unpacking her new room. The house they had moved into was small, but it was more than enough space for Stella and her dad. She had carefully arranged her room to her liking and looked at it satisfied that it was finally unpacked. Technically, they had moved in the night before, but they were so exhausted from hauling boxes into the house, they only set up their beds and decided to tackle actually settling in the next day. While the house was nowhere near finished, Stella still felt accomplished that she at least had her room completed. A fresh start. She definitely needed it. In her old home, she avoided the living room at all costs as it was where she found her mother, lifeless and cold, after she came home from school one day. She would avoid being home in general in the two years following. Her father also struggled and decided that they needed to go somewhere else in order to fully move on.

Stella had been taking out all the garbage that accumulated from unpacking and assembling the furniture and decorations in the house when a neighbor, who came by to introduce herself, mentioned that her son and a bunch of other high schoolers were attending a bonfire and suggested that she should go. Stella figured it was as good of a time as any to meet the people she would be going to school with. The worst part about leaving Boston was leaving her friends, especially because she would be starting a new school later in her senior year. She was not only starting fresh emotionally, but she was starting fresh socially. While Stella was outgoing and happy to socialize with anyone, it was still intimidating going to a party and starting a new school knowing nobody. While her issues with anxiety were not generally related to social interaction, she was worried something would happen at the party. She wanted to make a good impression and to (hopefully) make a friend or two.

After speaking with her father, who agreed it would be a good idea to go to the party, Stella went up to her room to change into something that wasn't a ratty sweatshirt and dirty leggings. After she got ready and put a little effort into her appearance, she set out for the party. She made a few wrong turns, but she was finally on the path walking through the woods. She could hear the music and the people at the party grow louder as she made her way closer to the crowd. She took a deep breath and exhaled before arriving. She looked around to see plenty of people, debating on who seemed like the best to approach. She went to the drinks and poured herself one, hoping it would help loosen her up a bit before scanning the crowd once more.

Location: Bonfire
Interacting w/: N/A
Mentioned: N/A
Activity: Showing up to the party

Spoiler: Outfit

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At the Bonfire near the lake and just walked over near a tree
Interacting w/: Stellina (Ava)
Mentioned: Jack19XK (Nicholas) and copacetic (Stella)
Activity: Socializing with Ava

Selene was taken by surprise when Ava had taken a hold of her hand, and it was a good thing that her body didn't react to it either. By that, meaning Selene has the ability to shock anyone she wants depending on where they touch her at. Or she can circulate the current throughout her whole body, now, you may be wondering whether she would electrocute herself if she were to go for a dip in the water. No, though she can overexert herself which causes her to pass out later on or someone can sprinkle a little water on her, who knows. But what she did know was that Ava was lucky to not have been shocked for her sudden braveness in laying a hand on Selene. Even though the woman has a lot of electricity just waiting to be released, she is gentle, for crying out loud she delivered Ava.

It shocked her to see how grown Ava had gotten, Selene did use to watch Ava from the sidelines. But she never got too close to Ava, Selene during the time did not think it was appropriate for her to be around Ava. Selene had seen herself as a monster and she did not want that kind of energy around Ava, no matter how much David trusted her with his daughter. Selene cleared her throat softly as she tried to make the past fade away and bring herself back to the present.

Though as she started to focus on what was around her, she tuned out Ava for a split second and found herself gazing at a new body. Human...yes, new...yes, but Selene doesn't know her. Which rattled her a bit, as was said before, she makes it her priority to know everyone. Having eyes and ears around the city is amazing, it helps her keep up with what is going on while she is at home. Though having this new girl show up, made her a bit uneasy. Though she would find out more of her later on in the evening or some other time.

Selene let out a soft chuckle, "I don't think you would want to meet any of my friend's love. And the men around here will make your head spin, don't let them have that effect on you." Selene said with a little bit of poison in her voice as she warned Ava. Some would see this as Selene's maternal sides kicking in since Ava's mother passed away, and Ava doesn't really have a mother figure in her family, Selene hopes that Ava never has someone who tells her that they love her one minute and is leaving her the next. Selene still hadn't forgotten Nicholas, but she also didn't want to hate him either, as much as she tried too, it just hurt her even more.

 

[Jack19XK]

Location: Bonfire
Interacting With: Elf_Ruler
Mentions: Elf_Ruler copacetic
Activity: Being worried of Mica and standing by her side

"Are you ok?" Joseph asked in a worried tone. Despite Mica pushing him away, the young vampire remained immobile. He could tell that something was going on, something abnormal. He witnessed as whiteness befell her eyes and instantly knew what was going on. He'd seen such occurrences amongst his past acquaintance with witches. She was likely experiencing a vision or sorts. That suggests that she was a gifted witch. Perhaps Joseph had set his eyes on something even more peculiar than he had first realized.

In the aftermath of her vision, Mica's wave of energy propelled Joseph back. Thankfully, no injuries were sustained but the vampire was left bewildered. He'd seen witches experience their visions but never before did such visions cause such energies to manifest. Pushing these thoughts aside, Joseph rushed back to Mica's slumped body. He lifted Mica into his arms in an effort to make sure she was ok. When he eyes opened, Joseph released a sigh of relief.

He'd noticed her terrified expression but before a word could be said, Joseph found himself pushed away from another man. Assuming that the two likely knew each other, Joseph returned to his feet as he stood over them. He glanced around his surroundings as he tried to see if anyone had noticed what had just transpired. It was then that he noticed an unfamiliar face. He didn't recognize her nor did he remember seeing her earlier. Perhaps she had just recently arrived.

 

[dimensional]

Location: Kamaria's Mansion
Interacting w/: Kamaria erzulie
Mentioned: n/a

"Rip me apart? How petty," Leoric chuckled, sipping his glass of chilled blood. "That sort of behavior is beneath you. Besides, you love me." He stuck his hand in his pocket and took in the sight of work before him. The setting looked just like an art piece with all the decorations assembles as they were. Leoric looked at Kamaria with a sly face.

"My dear, Kami...Are we having a party? You know my tastes for a jamboree. Seems I picked the perfect moment to rear my head up your life." he sighed, taking out his phone and beginning to order something handmade to wear on short notice. "What's the theme," he asked, "Blood and gore?"​

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[Elf_Ruler]

Location:Bonfire
Interaction(s): Jack19XK (Joseph), dimensional (Lucifer), apolla (Lissa)
Mention(s):None
Activity: Recovering from vision and then trying to talk to Lissa​

Mica was disoriented and everyone was touching her, she kept getting different flashes of different lives and nothing was making sense to her, "Don't touch me." her words were laced with anguish and exhaustion. Her head was pounding from the vision and this warlock was angering her more than she expected. Joseph was the only one who had moved put of the way when everyone came crowding around her and all she wanted was room to breathe. She pulled herself away from the warlock and from her cousin glaring at both of them, she hated her powers and everything that came with being a witch. She didn't want the vision and she wanted it to not exist in her brains. Everything was still so fresh in her mind and she knew no one would fully understand what she had seen. She looked to Joseph, "I'm really sorry, I swear I'm not crazy or possessed." With a pen and piece of paper stolen from her cousins pocket she wrote down her number and handed it to the male if he chose to speak with her again. However, it was shocking how calm he seemed to be considering what had just happened, her gaze then moved back to the warlock, "Look I saw a lot, and it wasn't good." Her mind wandered back to what she saw and it was something that wold continue to haunt her. How could it not?

She closed her eyes and recounted the events that happened to the three males before she moved over to where the other witch was not concerning herself with the males. She needed a witch who understood. She sat down next to the witch and gave a small smile, "I'm Mica, and I saw exactly what you saw." She needed this other witch to help her understand what they had seen. They had been given this vision for a reason. Her grandmother had told her visions only came when the witches of the past deemed it important enough to protect other witches or themselves. Now all she could hope was that this witch was on her side. She gave a thumbs up to Joseph letting him know she was okay but she was broken inside because she knew this would probably drive him away. It had driven others away, it had driven other warlocks away too before she had even gotten to know them. Her cousin was still standing back giving her space and that she appreciated.

 

[Athanas]

Mike breathed an internal sigh of relief when he heard Nessa respond to his Joke with one of her own. If he had half a mind to think, he'd have told her that this joke was a bit tasteless. However, he did not, and thus found it to be rather funny.

"You don't care about the opinions of your peers? Damn, that is a rare trait. You must be a special case."
He winced almost as soon as he had said that. A special case? Are you fucking nuts? You made it sound like she's some sort of nutjob.

"...That sounded a little weird didn't it? I did not mean it like that. It's just, you know... People usually care about what people say about them, and all that..."

He had more to say in order to improve his save, but he made the mistake of meeting her eyes again. Truly, they were beautiful: They seemed like they were brown at first, but upon closer examination, they appeared to be-

Mike barely managed to shake himself out of his stupor again. Lord above, What was happening to him? It must be the drink, he decided. He wasn't really used to it, and it was probably getting to him. He drank a long gulp from his bottle, trying to buy himself time to think of a good way to keep this conversation going. In a moment, he had started again:

"For me, t'was my grandma. She insisted I come here, started making a sermon about how I should go out more often and whatnot. But I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, eh?"

He paused again, giving her time to respond. So far, so good: She had not invented some excuse to run off, and she actually seemed willing to keep this conversation going. He listened as she expressed her dislike of this party, a dislike he too shared.

" Couldn't have said it better myself. You're just supposed to stand, drink yourself stupid and then listen to obnoxiously loud music. And hell, you know what? I wouldn't mind that last part, if the music was actually good! But nooo, we have to listen to God-Damned Katy Perry, like we're first grade again."

His heart did a little happy dance when she mentioned her liking of his boots. Barely able to contain his smile, he said:

"Heyy, thanks! They were my father's, actually. People from.the eighties and nineties had many an issue, but lack of style certainly wasn't on-"

He paused abruptly as he noticed some commotion over by the bonfire. Two girls appeared to have been having some sort of seizure, simultaneously. Normally, this was very suspicious. He ought to leave now, Find a good place away from everyone and uae Dark Sight to scan for possible magical activity. Slowly, he turned, About to excuse himself... But he couldn't. For some reason, he really, really didn't want this conversation to end now. She was... Unique, somehow. And he didn't want to waste the only thing that was making this night enjoyable on some stupid superstition. So instead he stayed there, almost unable to move away.

"The hell is all that fuss about? Should we go help?"

 

[erzulie]

"She's no goddess...

Location: Front yard
Interacting w/: Leoric dimensional
Mentions:
Outfit: X​

“Petty? Please it much less than you deserve for the things you’ve done to me. And what can I say? You bring out the worst in me.” Kamaria she tucked a jet black lock behind her ear. She followed his gaze towards her home. Kamaria couldn’t blame him for staring. Even without the decorations her mansion was magnificent. It had been a gift from one of her late lovers. She had been quite the romantic, gifting her with the mansion and a vacation how in Switzerland, along with other small things. Upon noticing the sly smile on his face she raised a brow. “Who says that you’re invited?” She shook her head.

“But yes I am having a little ball for the town’s elite and some of my coworkers.” Kamaria glanced at him from the corner of her eye in mild distaste. “No, the theme is Crystal Gala. There will be no blood and gore on my watch.” She took a drained the rest of her wine. Kamaria eyed Leoric for a solid minute, suddenly her eyes seemed to sparkle and a sly smile appeared on her face. “You’re going to be accompanying me. I have the perfect dress and I’m sure that you have a suit to match. If you’re going to be seen with me then you need to dress the part.”

In Kamaria’s mind Leoric was another pretty thing to show off, along with her decorations. They’d look absolutely stunning together. All eyes would be on them for sure. Kamaria could see it now and she loved what she saw.

....she's a monster."

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[dimensional]

"nothing is plain...

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uicifer recoiled from the woman's reaction. She seemed to be used to this happening to her, but still wanted to be left alone. He respected her space and let her explain the happenings of her vision. A beautiful vampire, strung up like the game from a hunt. Bloodsplattered runes and a message. None wille be spared. Lucifer stepped back and thought about her vision. The girl seemed to be ready to comfort the other, who supposedly had the same vision as her. This relieved Lucifer a little though how much so was beyond him. The only vampires he knew of were all going to be in the same spot tomorrow night. It seemed like their lot were being hunted. If the Old Ones were going to be picked off the witches would be following not too long after.

He started pacing, whispering to himself like he did whenever he got nervous. This was something to be nervous for. The Old Ones were the first creaturess his father taught him about. They were tanks that could only be destroyed easily by the sun if one was imbecilic enough not to own a pendant or ring of obstruction. Their skin alone rivaled marble stone and their strength could pull a human apart like putty. So, exactly what had the power to rip one of the vampires to shreds and not be known to anyone? Lycans were a dying race, the infectious bite sooner killing someone than turning them. It had to be something darker than that.Lucifer stopped, took a breath, and focused his attention on the pieces of the puzzle he had at hand now. The sun lowered overhead, delving into twilight.

'If you two are Seers then that means you two are Witches.' he witch whispered--a secret way of communication all witches had--, 'Don't say anything. I fear our kind are in for a witch hunt from hell. Meet me tomorrow at Cassia Manor. My name is Lucifer and I'm afraid that if we don't band together we'll all be killed one by one.' With that, he turned off and backed away, fading into the crowd.

...nothing can be explained."

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[Jennete]

Nessa
"I am separate from those emotions overwhelming you."

location: party

mood: sick

with: Mike

mentions: Athanas sprouhtt Elf_Ruler dimensional Jack19XK apolla

"You don't care about the opinions of your peers? Damn, that is a rare trait. You must be a special case."

Mike winced almost as soon as he had said that. If Nessa had any feelings, they might have been just the tiniest bit bruised. People were always saying she was 'special' when they meant weird. But thankfully, Nessa had no feelings so his comment breezed right over her with no effect.

"...That sounded a little weird didn't it? I did not mean it like that. It's just, you know... People usually care about what people say about them, and all that..."

Nessa tilted her head as she watched his emotions fluster. His sweat was full of anxiety and... mild attraction. Of course Mike couldn't control it, but his body had started to secrete pheromones. Nessa maybe felt a tinge of flattery. She couldn't honestly say he wasn't intriguing. Under the surface of his normal emotions lay something complicated and dark...

Nessa had never experienced something like that except for maybe Selene. But she avoided her because that darkness was wrapped in heartbreak and Nessa had no desire to feel any ounce of Selene's heartache.

"For me, t'was my grandma. She insisted I come here, started making a sermon about how I should go out more often and whatnot. But I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, eh? Couldn't have said it better myself. You're just supposed to stand, drink yourself stupid and then listen to obnoxiously loud music. And hell, you know what? I wouldn't mind that last part, if the music was actually good! But nooo, we have to listen to God-Damned Katy Perry, like we're first grade again."

When Nessa mentioned his boots, she blinked a little from the sudden onslaught of happiness. The boots must have been important.

"Heyy, thanks! They were my father's, actually. People from.the eighties and nineties had many an issue, but lack of style certainly wasn't on-"

He paused abruptly, Nessa actually still listening to what he was saying. And that was as interested as she got in people... not sleeping during their conversations. Turning her head to where the physically pleasing male before her was looking, they noticed two girls having a seizure, simultaneously. Nessa was hit with fear and confusion and terror. It made her want to throw up.

Fear was like a sour bile in the back of her throat, it made her gag and puke at times. It was bitter and rotten. She couldn't even focus on the much more pleasant emotions flowing from Mike because of the strength in the combined emotions that whole group was feeling.

"The hell is all that fuss about? Should we go help?"

Nessa shook her head, standing up shakily before turning around, grabbing the tree for support before puking her guts out into the bushes. "I'm going home actually. Do what you want. I can't be around this anymore, way too fucking much."

She wiped her mouth, her voice calm for someone who just hurled. She took a large swig of beer, spitting it out to get the taste out of her mouth before her eyes met Mike's again. She supposed she should come up with an excuse for the vomiting.

"I drank too much and I don't live far. I also have this thing tomorrow and I need all the rest I can get if I'm going to make it through soo-" She drifted off, looking at him before nodding. That was as much effort as she could muster for an excuse.

"I guess people would say nice to meet you. I guess this was kinda nice. I don't regret this conversation." She shrugged like she didn't grasp the term 'Nice' at all. "Night."

She gave one more glance to the group of people all huddled together. Definitely supernaturals since that Warlock Lucifer was in the middle of it. At least she could be assured it wouldn't affect her. She kept her nose WAAY out of all that bullshit. Too much drama. With a wave to Mike, she turned and began to walk off down a trail that would lead into her neighborhood in about a mile.

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[apolla]

Lissa

Thankfully, when Lissa awoke, the cramps had mostly subsided and the headache was little more than a faded throbbing in the back of her head. Breathing evenly, she realized she lay on the ground, and people were staring. This vision, just like the rest, had come on too quickly for her to excuse herself. How many times had she made up an explanation for falling out? Seizures usually worked; people didn't ask too many questions with that simple explanation.

Pushing herself up, she froze when she heard a voice. "I'm Mica, and I saw exactly what you saw." Meeting the gaze of the brunette who'd seated herself beside her, Lissa didn't understand the sudden rush of relief she felt washing through her. Although she'd never actually met another seer before, she hadn't expected to feel so... welcome, when she did.

Pushing the emotion aside, Lissa continued to push herself up and brushed dirt off of her clothes. Before she had a chance to say anything to the girl, another voice filled her head.

"If you two are Seers then that means you two are Witches. Don't say anything. I fear our kind are in for a witch hunt from hell. Meet me tomorrow at Cassia Manor. My name is Lucifer and I'm afraid that if we don't band together we'll all be killed one by one."

Not able to help herself, Lissa looked around, spotting Lucifer just as he melted into the crowd. Slowly, she let her gaze land back on Mica, silently confirming that she'd heard it, too. "We're in trouble." Lissa whispered, only she didn't just mean the witches. She meant all of them, humans and supernatural alike. Pushing herself to her feet, she extended her hand to Mica to help her up as well.

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Tags:
Mica ( Elf_Ruler ); Lucifer ( dimensional )

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Spoiler: mobile

Thankfully, when Lissa awoke, the cramps had mostly subsided and the headache was little more than a faded throbbing in the back of her head. Breathing evenly, she realized she lay on the ground, and people were staring. This vision, just like the rest, had come on too quickly for her to excuse herself. How many times had she made up an explanation for falling out? Seizures usually worked; people didn't ask too many questions with that simple explanation.

Pushing herself up, she froze when she heard a voice. "I'm Mica, and I saw exactly what you saw." Meeting the gaze of the brunette who'd seated herself beside her, Lissa didn't understand the sudden rush of relief she felt washing through her. Although she'd never actually met another seer before, she hadn't expected to feel so... welcome, when she did.

Pushing the emotion aside, Lissa continued to push herself up and brushed dirt off of her clothes. Before she had a chance to say anything to the girl, another voice filled her head.

"If you two are Seers then that means you two are Witches. Don't say anything. I fear our kind are in for a witch hunt from hell. Meet me tomorrow at Cassia Manor. My name is Lucifer and I'm afraid that if we don't band together we'll all be killed one by one."

Not able to help herself, Lissa looked around, spotting Lucifer just as he melted into the crowd. Slowly, she let her gaze land back on Mica, silently confirming that she'd heard it, too. "We're in trouble." Lissa whispered, only she didn't just mean the witches. She meant all of them, humans and supernatural alike. Pushing herself to her feet, she extended her hand to Mica to help her up as well.

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Location: Bonfire/Home
Interaction: apolla (Lissa)
Mention: dimensional (Lucifer)
Activity: Giving Lissa number and then going home​

Mica was uncertain as she heard the words in her head, she shook them out but she wished she could have just ignored her vision. It was awful but she was relieved that this girl knew exactly what fear had gone through her mind. She took the other seers hand and for the first time ever she hadn’t gotten any visions about her past. It was an experience and she stared at her hand for just a moment before looking back to the other seer. Mica motioned for her cousins, “Here’s my number, please use it.” She said as she reacted for her cousin to hand her the pen she knew he had and then an old card that she wrote on the back of, “We have a lot to discuss but not here. I need to go home to recover but I want to hear from you.”

Mica made her goodbyes and then she made her way back home. She was exhausted and her body was worn down. When she returned home her mother sensed something had happened. She let her mother know everything to which her mother was making a potion to help with the overall pain in her body. She then gave her daughter a crystal necklace to help with protection for her with the new knowledge she now had. Mica had stayed silent most of the night sad about all that had occurred.

Spoiler: Necklace

 

[sprouhtt]

TIME SKIP
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Event: Kamaria's Ball
Date: May 11th, 2019 (Saturday)
Time of Day: Late Evening 7pm
Weather: 67 degrees with a drop in temperature to 63 degrees

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Have you not heard? There is a ball tonight at one of the most (few) luxurious houses in Fellwood. A beautiful temptress if you will by the name of Kamaria, who has lived for over decades and more to come is throwing a ball for only the close friends. A few people from Fellwood have gotten invited, and some others are coming in from out of town. Many people in town have been wanting to get in, mostly because it's not all the time you get someone throwing a party and plus others just want to be nosy and wish to find out more about the glamorous woman who doesn't bat her eyes for anybody and yet has a line of men outside of her door. Some are afraid of her, others want to be her, most want to date her, but she has herself reserved already for that one special person.

People who know Kamaria have received a letter of invitation to the ball, but not all. What will the rest of the people who were dying to get in do? Will they sneak in? Buy their way in or just stay around at home doing nothing?

In the meantime, everyone is getting ready for the ball, getting all dressed up in their best outfits, hair done, nails did, and the men putting on their best suits, gelling their hairs and ready to get the night started.

During this event, so much will go on and a lot of drama will stir. Boundaries will be tested, people will be broken or rather much taken, though what I ask you is who will you be? Will you be a thief in the night, a shoulder to lean on, a savior for the lost, or are you going to write your own story as the night starts to unveil.

Have fun and remember to always be on the lookout, you don't know who to trust.

 

[Shagranoz]

Location: Bonfire
Interacting: None
Mentioning: None
Activity: Mildly Panicking

There was a change in the energies around Rebecca. "Magic. Something big, too." she muttered to Mary.

The ghost nodded. "Yes. Seems like it came from behind us." Rebecca trusted her friend more than she did herself on that particular point- as a spirit, Mary was far more sensitive to magical energies than just about any mortal. Rebecca got to the scene of the spell, but whatever it was seemed to have already happened. All that was left was a very shaken girl. "What's going on? Is she alright?" The redhead asked nobody in particular.

 

[dimensional]

"world is on fire...

Location: Kamaria's Mansion
Interacting: n/a
Mentions: n/a
Outfit: x-x

D

ressing for an occasion was always a chore for Lucifer. He could recall the times when he'd primp and prepare himself for a potential adoptive family. He'd hope for the best every time but, it'd always lead to disappointment and failure. Now, the young man looks at the act of zhuzhing up as a bad omen. Not that one could blame him. He was about to walk into a den of lions only armed with his wit. And, after yesterday's revelation, he could only feel a familiar sense of peturbation as he neared the event.

As he rode in the Rolls Royce Wraith, a vehicle that was only kept for the sake of appearances, he tried to keep his mind focused on the tasks he'd laid out for himself. His father had an ulterior motive for sending Lucifer to do his dirty work. Perhaps he didn't want to be the one to face the ravenous predator to ask for money, of all things. Lucifer arrived at the end of the winding driveway to be met with a valet. He relinquished the keys to his father's car, hoping it wouldn't get marked or anything in its wake. It wasn't like they had the money for repairs or anything--just enough to keep up with the Joneses. His Balenciaga combat boots(the one thing he fought like hell to wear) met the bottom steps of the expansive mansion only to be met by the coldest security team one could ever imagine having. For the sake of the humans who'd be attending, Lucifer thought as he handed over the invitation.

"Cleared, Cassia Family. Proceed." The leader of the team verified and allowed him through. He went through, walking up the way and into the manor. He was met with a line of servants, bowing as he walked past. It felt eerie, the glamor of it all. He was used to sweats and lowkey bar scenes. This was grand. He made his way to the ballroom, picking up an odd hors d'oeuvres here and there, along with a champange flute. Who said you couldn't enjoy the high life while you could?

...no one would save me."

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[Stellina]

Ava Crowley
Location: Home/Gala
Interacting With:
Mentioning:
Activity: Getting ready for the gala
Ava looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her own handy work. Her bronzy smoky eye brought out the intensity of her hazel eyes. That day, she was finally going to be wearing colour, a bright colour. She picked up the hot straitening iron and began to pass it through her thick chocolate brown hair. She watched as her naturally loose waves became pin straight and silky. Her hair, being at the length that it was took around 30 minutes to straighten perfectly. Ava was a perfectionist so every single piece of her hair had to be perfectly flattened. Once she was satisfied with her sleek hairstyle, she got up and walked towards her walk in closet. In this room big enough to be a master bedroom, Ava had all her clothes that she has collected over the years. She gazed around and looked for her bright red dress, something extremely easy to find when it was surrounded by black clothing and the occasional grey T-shirt. When she located it, she reached out and touched the luxurious material it was made out of, it was soft to the touch. Ava's not even sure how much she paid for it as she didn't even look at the price after she tried it on. She chucked off her robe, throwing it somewhere close by and removed the dress from its hanger. She slipped her right foot into the top of the dress and slowly pulled it up the length of her body. Finally zipping it up, she walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room and looked at herself. Her milky skin suited the red colour of the dress perfectly. She smiled as she looked down at the dress and flattened it out softly with her hands, she was absolutely in love with it. She quickly slipped on some nude coloured heels and grabbed her phone. She was about to rush out of the door until she remembered her bracelet. She ran back into her room and went into her jewelry box. She fumbled around until she pulled out her diamond tennis bracelet, the one her father once gave her mother on their wedding night. She fastened it on her wrist and shook her arm to make sure it would not fall off throughout the night.

Outside of the location where the Gala was held, Ava's stomach filled with butterflies. She was excited about the night she was about to experience. She got out of the black truck she was in and made her way to the front entrance. Once she made it to the doors, there were two men asking for her family name. "Crowley," Ava smiled at them kindly. "Enter," they directed, not smiling back at her. "Okay, rude." She stated and then walked through the thick wooden doors of the house. Inside the house was magical, Ava looked around stunned at how beautiful it truly was. She loved homes inspired by ancient architecture, she could feel her geek side squeal inside her. She looked around for a familiar face and couldn't find one. So, she did what Ava usually did, she walked straight to the bar and got herself a drink, and a strong one at that.

 

[4eyedintrovert]

Location: Book Store
Interacting w/: Ms. Burroughs (Mica's Mother)
Mentioned: Mica ( Elf_Ruler ), Kamaria ( erzulie ), Joseph ( Jack19XK )
Activity: Cameron writes a poem for Mica

Cameron is sitting on a stool behind the counter of the book store, studying his spell book, which he keeps hidden from view under the counter, and taking copious notes.

Customers browse the shelves. He over hears a couple gossiping about the Crystal Gala. He overhears them say what a stuck up snob Kamaria is and he snickers a little. Even if he had been invited he still wouldn't go having thoroughly exhausted himself at the bonfire. Come to think of it, he had become more exhausted, more quickly than usual that night and he hadn't even been drinking. He thought it was his anxiety getting the better of him but maybe it was something else. Cameron shrugs off the thought and returns to his studying but not before helping a customer make their purchase. With a smile and a nod the customer leaves and Cameron attempts to return to his studying but upon thinking back on the bonfire he is reminding of his awkward encounter with Mica. God, that was embarrassing, Cameron thought.

Cameron couldn't get Mica out of his mind. Her brunette hair blowing, oh so elegantly in the wind. Her smile, able to cure the deepest of sadness's. He closes his spell book, packing it away into his backpack and rips his notes off the pad of paper and stuffs that into his backpack, too. He takes up his pen, inspiration striking him, and begins writing a poem.

The sun rises
The flowers bloom
The birds chirp

Your smile brightens
Your hair glimmers
The sound of your voice-
like music to my ears

You are radiant
I am invisible
I see you
Do you see me?​

Placing the pen down, Cameron leans back on the stool, admiring his work, he smiles.

The bell on the door ring signaling that someone is entering. Cameron turns toward the door, "Welco- Ms. Burroughs, what are you doing here?"

"Hi, Cameron, how are things?" Ms. Burroughs says.

"Oh, you know. Same old, same old." Cameron turns back around to pack away the poem he had just written.

"I just came in to fill in for Mica, today, while she's at the Crystal Gala." Ms. Burroughs says taking off her coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

Cameron gulps. "Mica's going to the Gala?"

"Oh yes, isn't it wonderful, A handsome young man is taking her. I believe she said his name is… Joseph." Ms. Burroughs says.

Cameron jumps off the stool, grabbing his backpack and heads toward the door. "Sorry, Ms. Burroughs. I have to leave early."

Ms. Burroughs whirls around. "What? Why?"

"I need to rent a tux." Cameron says before rushing out the door.

 

[Shagranoz]

Location: Crystal Gala
Interacting With: None
Mention: None
Activity: Arriving in style

Cassandra rolled up to the gala in a BMW her mother had gotten her. The sleek black car was sure to turn heads- at least until the summoner walked out. Dressed to the nines in a red silk outfit with real emeralds around the neckline, more than a few people stopped and stared. Jikariel was there too, a glamour placed over her to appear human. The demoness was wearing a little black cocktail dress, and absolutely rocking it. "Well, Cass, shall we make ourselves known?"

"Of course. Granted, good girls make it a point not to upstage the hostess... but I've never been a good girl."

"No, you haven't."

 

[copacetic]

Stella Morgan

Stella didn't stay long at the bonfire the night before. People were too drunk and too much was going on for her to properly meet anybody. So, she left about a half an hour after she arrived. The next morning she got ready for the day and was sitting around the house. Her father had started his new job, so she was alone. It didn't take long for the boredom to creep in. She got to fidgety and decided that she would check out the downtown area. She didn't live far, so she decided that she would walk. Maybe find a new store she liked or a cool cafe. She needed her new "spots" like she had in her old neighborhood.

Stella grabbed her house keys and stuck them in her pocket before setting off. The walk didn't take long, as she lived probably less than a mile from her destination. It was the perfect day for a walk, not too hot and not too cold. She wandered in and out of the shops along the way, nothing had really struck her as particularly different from what she's seen, but they were nice. She looked in the windows as she walked past, not really looking ahead of her. She wasn't worried as there didn't seem to be that many people on the street, but Stella figured it was because she now lived in a small town, which was much, much less populated than Boston.

Location: Downtown
Interacting w/: N/A
Mentioned: N/A
Activity: Wandering

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At her house-- bedroom
Interacting w/: N/A
Mentioned: Stellina (Ava), Jack19XK (Nicholas), madame moiselle (Malachi) & erzulie (Kamaria)
Activity: Cleaning up her room to get ready

Selene woke up to the soft rays of the evening sun peeking through the curtains that were not pulled all the way closed. She sat up from the bed and ran both her hands through her hair; it was a good thing she straightened it from the night before or else it would have been all knotted up when she woke. Though she did wake pretty late in the afternoon, and she let out a groan and laid back down only to have hit something near her. Selene turned her head slowly to the side, a little startled since she just woke up but then soon realizes that it was none other than Malachi Sokolov. Selene turned to her side and put all her weight on her right arm as it kept her upper body elevated. He was asleep, the human was sound asleep. Selene took her free hand and gently moved little strands of his hair that was in the way, Selene even though she had a hatred at times for humans, for what happened in the past, she still can't get past the fact that they looked so calm when they were asleep.

"How can you look so effortlessly calm, and yet still get on my nerves," Selene whispered softly, trying to make sure not to wake him up.

Selene had forgotten that she invited Malachi over last night after she left the bonfire, she had walked with Ava for a bit and the two got acquainted, but it still surprised Selene how much Ava has grown as a person and how strong-willed she is. Not letting her uncle's actions define who she is as a Crowley, Selene liked that whole direction that she was going in, though she did not know how good Ava was with controlling her powers or if she had any help since her father passed.

Throughout the years she has had her mind clouded with emotions during her first transformation into a vampire/witch hybrid, not having Nicholas around was hard. Selene didn't have anyone for a year or so until the witch coven that her father had belonged too found out she was still alive but as something else. Selene even though she has grown up to become what others might say an iron woman, she has become better at hiding her emotions, but she does have a void that she needs to fill. Selene wasn't getting any younger, at least not physically, and she thought that she might as well have some fun, thinking it would help her forget about Nicholas. Though no matter how many men she has at her doors, she still can't get over it.

Selene brought her hand away from his face once she had finished fixing his hair gently, she got up and looked down on the bed and found one of her throw blankets and took it to wrap herself around with it. Selene had no shame about it anymore, she wasn't the sweet and innocent girl she was when she was younger and not yet transformed. Selene was a temptress, and no matter how many times he got on her nerves when she came into her shop, she still found herself drinking with the guy and having a grand time once all the world is asleep. Selene had walked around the room and began to pick up his clothes from the floor and set it aside, as well as her own clothes before he woke up.

Selene hated a messy room and it always took him so long to get ready after their night, so Selene sped things up a bit. Selene never told him what she was, she never does, and what she used to do a long time ago was compel them to forget her ever taking blood from them. But Selene has stopped doing that, taking blood from her victims or the people she has slept with. When Selene was done cleaning, she goes over to her closet and walks in, thinking about which dress she is going to wear for today. Kamaria was hosting a ball, it's been a while since she has attended one of those. Even though she wasn't directly invited, she overheard someone from the bonfire talking about how they were going. She thought she might as well drop by and greet Kamaria, after all, Selene has been meaning to take back what was once hers.

 

[Jennete]

Nessa
"I am separate from those emotions overwhelming you."

location: gala

mood: bored

with: Parents

mentions: Athanas , erzulie , Stellina , Shagranoz , Lunaria Silver , dimensional

Nessa raised an eyebrow at the waiter that came by her and her parents. Of course her mother politely said hello and howdoyado. Her father nodded, a gentle smile on his face as he sipped from his blood wine. The waiters new exactly to give 'Those' drinks too. An elbow nudged Nessa in the side, jolting her back to awareness.

"Slouching is very rude darling. You look beautiful in that dress hunny. Don't you let what that guard said get you down." Her own mother was in a very different outfit from hers.
Beautiful and elegant and long. Every swirl encrusted with champagne colored diamonds. Nessa had chosen the most basic dress she could find. And the security at the door had barely let her in. She had refused to wear heels, opting for plain ballet flats... that was not accepted. She was 'given' a pair of shoes, encrusted with crystals on the silver silk fabric. Ugh.

Nessa turned to look at her father but he was no help. He simply took a sip from his champagne flute. "It is rather lucky your mother had those heels on hand darling." They both know it wasn't luck. Her mother had known Nessa wouldn't be let in with flats. And her father was not any better when it came to fashion. He always was in theme for wherever he went.

Tonight, he wore a black tux with beads sewn into the fabric. His cufflinks matching diamonds to coordinate with her mother.


Nessa had always been the odd ball in her family. Her parents were always at every single gala and fundraiser in Fellwood without fail. Everyone loved them and all they did for the town. On the weekend, her father would help tutor middle schoolers with dyslexia. Once a month, her mother would fund and organize a town wide clean up initiative, offering compensation and fun raffle prizes to anyone who came out to help clean up the creek.

Nessa was not surprised they had received an invitation to the Crystal Gala... what had shocked her was when her parents insisted she also attend. Nessa had never been forced to attend such trivial matters before. Why start now? She was still so tired from last nights bonfire.

Memories skirted across her minds eye making Nessa almost think about smiling. Mike had walked her home from the bonfire, concerned about her safety. She remembered the rare smile he had brought to her face when he brushed the hair out of her face. His emotions had flooded into her brain and allowed her to find the energy to smile.

Her phone was dead in her purse because she couldn't find the energy in herself to go looking for the charger. But she thought maybe there would be a text to read when she got home. Something out of her normal spicy thai food while watching Sugar Rush routine.

"Nessa?" Her mother nudged her again.

Nessa looked up, her face blank. "Hmm?"

"Pay attention darling, I am pointing out some important people to you. Some kids are here you might enjoy spending time with."

"Mmm pass." Nessa looked back at her zoning out spot only for her Fathers sharp stern emotion provoking her to look up again. "What?"

"Listen to your mother or I'm throwing out the cheetos."

Nessa felt her eyes twitch in a hint of a frown before sighing. "Fine..."

Her mother grinned ear to ear, gesturing to a pretty young girl in red. "Now that young lady is Ava Crowley. Her ancestor was a nasty lot according to your father. But I believe her family is trying to turn it around so you could be friends with her. Her family are witches darling. Us Vampires have a nose for the other races. Very handy in social settings like this."

Nessa shrugged, thinking that this whole thing reminded her of a session with her tutor. She would probably be here... Collette was a powerful woman. Why, her own professor father had chosen to give up the 'honor' of tutoring Nessa to her because she was so much more strict with her. Nessa was told her parents perhaps... spoiled her and codeled her a bit too much.

"Now, that is Cassandra. What can you read off of her my love?"

Nessa groaned, raising one eyebrow as she focused in on the beautiful woman across the ballroom. Well... at first look she was beautiful but then it was as if the more she looked, the more the woman's spells jumped out at her. They were carved and etched into her body. And for someone so young... calculating evil radiated off of her in damp dark waves. Nessa blinked, stumbling back in her heels.

A strong hand reached out to catch her before she fell. She looked up at her father, smiling down at her as he helped her back to her feet. "Are you okay sweetheart?" Nessa nodded, rubbing away the feeling Cassandra's emotions left on her. "That girl's emotions are too much for me. God I need a nap now."

Her mother scoffed, rolling her eyes. "No you don't. And yes, I would stay away from that girl my darling. A dark witch just like Miss. Crowley's relative."

Nessa yawned, leaning back against the pillar. This party was the most glamorous and beautiful thing she had ever seen. And yet she was still bored. Her emotions were swept away with the rest of the crowds awe and wonder. Gazing over the crowd, her eyes caught those of a certain warlock. Oh god she hopped he wasn't going to try another spell. Her father looked from Nessa to the boy in question.

"Do you know Lucifer Cassia?" He pondered, inquisitively.

"Not really... he just was annoying at the bonfire last night. He cast a spell on all the mortals or something... Hey do you think they'll have good food here?"

"Nessa focus." Her mother chided, glancing at Lucifer as well. "Hmmm such a strange boy that one. He just recently got into town. Stays at the Cassia manor. Your father says it once was quite the sight."

"Indeed," Her father mused with a slight smile. "That boy might be a little trouble at bonfires like you say but he is still someone you should get along with dear."

"Okay I guess." Nessa shrugged, reaching out for a blood flute on a waiters tray as they passed. Sipping it she yawned, leaning against the pillar as her parents wandered off to go do some more meet and greets. Nessa didn't really care about any of this. About the people with good families who she should know, and the people with questionable pasts who she should avoid.

Why did any of it matter? None of it affected her. She just kept to herself. Yea... clearly the best course of action. Maybe this night would just stay this boring. She could handle that.

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[Athanas]

Location: Near Kamaria's Gala, lying in ambush
Interacting: N/A
Mentions: madame moiselle erzulie Jennete dimensional

THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.

Mike's vision turned Red momentarily as another surge of pain surged through his body. He was used to it by now, not even flinching. He continued scanning the area intently, occasionally stopping to check a small PDA he had on his belt that was connected with a live camera feed. The cameras, of course he had placed in discrete locations in advance, Just so he could have a better overwatch of the area. He really wished Malachi was here to help him, but he was not answering his calls. Mike had no time to be Worried, however. He had no time for anything but action.

It had all happened so fast. And to think of how wonderfully last had started out... He had asked if he could walk Nessa home, and she had agreed! Oh, they had talked and talked and he'd even moved some hair out of her face as a joke. Surprisingly, she had laughed too! And he even had her number! It was-

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

This surge had been much stronger than the previous one, so much so that it made him momentarily lose focus and grasp his head in agony. Why had he allowed his mind to wander? He needed to focus on the hunt. He tried to channel his hatres. Thankfully, it was easy: The sight of the lifeless bodies was more than enough to rattle him. When it was time to return, he had been so excited he had strayed off track and stumbled upon the vampire's handiwork. The shock of going to the sight of Nessa to a sight of pure Gore had shocked him to his core: But his inaction had not remained for long. Soon, it was replaced by Hatred, exactly as his training had inducted him to respond. A body count like this, the Vampire's aura would surely be strengthened considerably. Thus, he was able to track him to his general living quarters. He knew the approximate time of the killings, and thus he knew who was not responsible-those whom he could sew when the murders were taking place. The placement ot the marks and bodies indicated that it must've been someonw from the party. The marks took him to the general area of his target. A few calls to his grandmother later, he had a confirmed suspect: A Leolin. He did not appear to have living relatives,Always wore a ring, Was at the party yet out of sight when the killings happened. Another call and he had confirmed that his number had called a uber, whose driver was found a headless corpse. Mike knew who to hunt.

But by the time he had prepared for assault, Leolin had left his home: His trail lead Mike to a Mansion deep in the Woods where a rich physician was staying named Kamaria. He arrived and was overwhelmed by the amount of Marks: Strong, Weak. Fresh. A little older. This had not just been Yet another vampire. This was some sort of fully formed Coven, right under his.

But he was determined. He would clear this city, One corpse at a time. They had all come together: He could use this to track them later. And they would feel the Hatred of a Red Knight. They would know the terror of being hunted... Starting with Leoric. He tightened his grip on the chain spear, feeling his hatred strengthen like a raging inferno.

"Come on out, little Bloodsucker! Come on out and see what true Terror feels like!"