Youngest of the Old One

Will Stanton. Last born of the Old Ones. Seventh Son of a Seventh Son. Sign Seeker. Watchman of the Light. {Indie RP Blog for the character from 'The Dark is Rising Sequence'}

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Matthew photographed for USA Today, October 2013

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Matthew McConaughey by Mark Seliger | ICON. 2015

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[lastoftheoldones]

❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞

[Meme]

" 'All the world's a stage'," Will quoted, hands linked behind  his back as if reciting in front of a class. " 'And all the men   and women merely players; They have their exits and their    entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts'." He     stopped himself from saying more, a faint smile on his face.      "It makes you wonder what your part is in all of this."

[offabletown-deactivated20151003]

the wolf among us || starters

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞  ❝ These lips are sealed . ❞ ❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞  ❝ I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ ❝ You’re not as bad as everyone says you are . ❞ ❝ Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth ? ❞ ❝ Whatever . I’m too out of it to get into it . ❞ ❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞ ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞ ❝ ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face . ❞ ❝ I’ve heard stories about you . ❞ ❝ In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ) . ❞ ❝ Life is easier with friends . ❞ ❝ Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off . ❞ ❝ But no , hate’s the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . ❞ ❝ I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself . ❞ ❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝ I’ll see you around . ❞ ❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞ ❝ Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝ Pardon the intrusion . I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house .❞ ❝ I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch . ❞ ❝ Hey , what are your plans now ? ❞ ❝ I’m not yours to lose ! ❞ ❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞ ❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ ❝ People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . ❞ ❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞ ❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞ ❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞ ❝ When we suffer , we do it in silence . ❞ ❝ You should worry about your own fucking situation . ❞ ❝ I’ve made mistakes . ❞ ❝ You do what you want … you always do what you want . ❞ ❝ I’m glad you’re not dead . ❞ ❝ We need to do things the right way ! ❞ ❝ You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .❞ ❝ Wait a minute … someone’s watching . ❞ ❝ I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless . I can take care of myself . ❞ ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞ ❝ Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done ! ❞ ❝ Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? ❞ ❝ That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝ Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . ❞ ❝ This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! ❞ ❝ You’re a monster ! A fucking monster ! ❞ ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

[fortriiumph-a]

“Seventeen seventy-four.” A bad year for this side of the globe, but Haytham was willing to wait it out. He had lived his life in a linear fashion thus far, for it suited him, and he hadn’t the desire to step out of line, so to speak.  After all, here was a man who believed in order, organization; he may have been  able to dip into the flow of time, shape it and participate in it as he saw fit, but  he very rarely did.  No,  that was a job  best  left  to  people  like  Will.  ”Are  you concentrating?”

[lastoftheoldones]

"Ah, yes. An interesting year, indeed." Memories flooded his mind, of school history lessons and knowledge of those before. Shared experiences of the Old Ones mingled willfully in his mind as he smiled faintly at the question. "No, merely remembering. But tell me, where are we headed now?" Snow crunched under his feet as he walked, the path as of yet undisturbed by anyone's tracks but their own.

[loki-god-of-menace]

Time. Time. Loki’s head slanted slightly and as his eyes narrowed. A time of day, or, truthfully, a Time in the past or future? Surely, this boy, despite his aura of power, could not achieve travel through time? Such was even denied to sorcerer’s like himself. It was impossible to reverse or accelerate time at will, with a spell, or any means he had every researched. If it could be done, would it not be exceedingly dangerous? If a being went too far back, and affected the past, they could erase themselves from the future. The Norns alone, and one Infinity Stone, of which he had the displeasure of hearing about whilst under interrogation by The Mad Titan, had the sheer power required to manipulate time.

"Indeed. The sentiment is mutual, Will. One rarely does such a thing happen in so large a city. Perhaps it is our shared preference for less crowded places.”

[lastoftheoldones]

Time, of course, wasn't a thing so simple: the future could affect the past just as the past more directly affected the future, and Will's place as an Old One planted him more loosely in Time even then that, not to be remembered or marked except for when noticed between the lines. He knew well enough, however, that it was not his place to explain such things to this strange man, nor would it be at all helpful to introduce such a dangerous person to the workings of Time.

"I imagine it is. Shared interests incline people to meeting over and over again," he said agreeably. "My good friend was an Arthurian legend historian and often complained that he only saw the same faces wherever he went."

[acrusadeagainststupid]

Will Stanton. The name didn’t sound familiar at all. Frowning slightly and drumming his fingers briefly against the frame of the door, he let out a little sigh and looked down at his feet. “Is this… something important?” Harry wasn’t trying to be rude, but he was incredibly reluctant to invite anything with that kind of power into his apartment. Though frankly, no matter how strong his wards were, they wouldn’t be able to keep something like that from getting in if it wanted to… and he doubted the Old World traditions with regards to thresholds would make much different, either. “Sorry, I’m just… being a little paranoid.”

[lastoftheoldones]

Will waited patiently, hands loose by his side. He could imagine what happened inside the wizard's apartment, but he didn't stretch out with his senses to confirm, even though he could. It was rude to pry, as his mother had always taught him, and even worse to abuse power, as he'd learned from Merriman. So when the door finally opened, he smiled in greeting.

"It is quite alright. It is in your own right to refuse my entry should you wish, and I would respect such a denial. I honor the old traditions and would not seek to break you wards.

[lastoftheoldones]

In Memoriam || Closed

[mgrxves-archive]

Mortimer nodded. “Yes, the same amount as before.” He stopped before the and held out a hand. 

[lastoftheoldones]

Sorting through the old coinage in his little purse, he began carefully stacking the requested amount into the man's palm, a happy singing in his head. He would soon have a memorial for the Old Ones that had gone beyond Time. A mark so that there would always be something besides himself that remembered.

[wasntthereyesterday]

"Pleasure’s all mine," she said. "And I think we were both lucky with this one." Today was definitely going to her squeaked by with teamwork, would have been absolutely hosed if alone mental file.

She blinked. “That sounds very effective,” she said. Outside of time. It sounded like a much better solution than the traditional sealed-evil-in-a-bottle route that she had so frequently had to clean up after. Although… “Out of whose reach?” Just generic unwary types, or was there someone in particular who shouldn’t get their hands on it?

"Hm. Do you need any particular equipment or space to do it? And might it be a good idea to have lunch first? It’s nearly noon." In Madeleine’s experience, working magic under stress could generate quite an appetite. Besides, just remembering to eat lunch, instead of being caught up in working and experimenting, was an accomplishment, to be celebrated by eating lunch.

[lastoftheoldones]

"I agree completely," Will replied. Though it was not quite as hazardous an event for himself as it was for the woman, he would have had to use certain Words of Power that he did not like referring to commonly, if ever. Sure power could be unwieldy and it was better not to use it at all.

Taking a handkerchief out his pocket, he absentmindedly cleaned his hands as he considered the question. For the Time, there was not anyone besides himself who would be able to reach the knife should they want to, but he knew the woman asked for something a touch more precise than that. "Out of reach of the makers of that knife. Of course, they find themselves similarly indisposed."

A grim smile danced on his mouth, a rather vacant, old expression, and one that quickly danced away as the woman continued to speak. He laughed. "A lunch would be lovely, though I don't mean to impose."

[ymdeithiomlaen-deactivated20210]

"Aah, the Cornish experience," there was a certain distance in his voice, but he smiled nonetheless. "I suspect you do a lot of traveling, then?" Rhys snapped back to the plane of existence just as quickly as he faded out in his reminiscing of Cornwall.

But there was something that prodded at the back of his mind about Will. No. All honesty, it was more of a stabbing sensation. Something that all nation folk had.

' That one doesn’t exactly have both feet in the human world. ‘

But it would be rude to ask when he hardly knew the lad. And it wouldn’t be fair, considering he didn’t know what Rhys was either.

[lastoftheoldones]

"Yes, sir," he responded evenly, a distant smile on his face as well as he watched the man before him. Or more correctly, the nation. Of all the types of people Will had met in his Time, there were none quite as unique as the nationfolk. "I've been up and over all the hills of this country, as much as I can manage anyway."

He kept his mouth firmly closed, however, lips pressed carefully together. It was not in his nature to reveal too much about himself, though he would not deny anything if asked. Even so, an appealing, open looked rested on his face, silently prompting the man to continue questioning, should he wish. It would be refreshing to talk to another who had seen the hills come to be again.

[drakedomitor]

     The lead was erupt—making him scurry upwards      into a standing position. A little rough with the peg-leg.

                           The walk brisk and quick— 

             ”Uh, well—no where near here to be exact.              Wouldn’t be looking for a landmark if              this was close to home!”

[lastoftheoldones]

Checking his pace, Will slowed slightly, noticing the   boy struggling, and silently berated himself. How   foolish to be so preoccupied by such distant thoughts,     especially when a person struggled here in the present.      He offered a sympathetic smile.

"That is true enough. I admire you persistence then, it must have been a strenuous walk.

[fortriiumph-a]

Haytham moved to continue up the path, fully expecting his new companion to follow along. He  was  adapting  to  American  winters  slowly but steadily, and he had found, over the  past  decade  or so, that he quite  liked  walking alone through the  woods  when the snow had fallen the night before. It was always so quiet, so pleasant —  not that he minded having this  man  along. No, that was also a pleasure. “In what way do you mean?”

[lastoftheoldones]

"I mean, what year is it?" Will clarified, long strides evenly matching the other man's. He found his mind still a bit muffled from the walk through Time, and walks in the woods always tended to look the same regardless of the year they came from. Times wove between each other, past and future mingling through his senses of an Old One, disconnecting if just for a moment from his more mortal senses.