Leon Walker, The Pheonix

The Desolation.

[leon-walker]

So you ended up here huh? If you see some people in some…“fiery” cloaks, stay away from them. And please, don’t stay here longer than you need. I don’t like visitors.

(Info under cut)

OOC:

Hello there! Once again it’s me one of the mods from the @/usher-foundation-lincoln-branch and the mod of @/miguel-slater, here with someone who may or may not end up being important to many plots in the future.

Here’s Leon. He’s an avatar of the desolation at the time this blog takes place (but that event hasn’t happened quite yet). I’m sure he’ll warm up to others eventually. If you’d like to talk or rp with Leon go ahead, everyone’s welcome. Find out more about him or interact whatever’s fine. Don’t worry he’s not always as prickly. Maybe.

Anything said here will not be cannon to the UFLB unless stated otherwise. Usually by the tag #uflb or a variation of it. All things to do with Leon himself will have the tag #leon walker. All out of character notes will be preceded by #OOC:. And all rp chains will have the tag #kindling a flame.

And that’s about it. Have fun interacting with him.

[leon-walker]

Your number is 75!! Be not alarmed!!

— @the-anons-anonymous // Number Anon

What is it with people leaving mysterious notes in my house. I like 75 though, this one is excused.

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

[leon-walker]

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

[prospectorquinn]

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

[leon-walker]

Oh I’m sure of that one. You have too big of a place to have done all your work yourself.

Hmm. I think I can afford to do you a favor or two. Think maybe even a few more than that if I’m feeling up to it. Anything you want from me now?

[prospectorquinn]

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

[leon-walker]

A contract. As…enticing being legally bound sounds, I’m gonna need some time to think there. I’m not going to sign away my soul on a whim there old man.

Leon takes the contract and reads over. He doesn’t understand most of the legal jargon used and barely understands what it says.

How long would I have to give you my “favors” for, and what would happen if I hypothetically don’t sign this?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well, if you didn't sign, I guess you would be free to go!" He waves at the doors, which must have closed behind Leon at some point, and it doesn't look like they will be opening soon. "As for how long, I have different contracts for different time periods of your choosing. As I assume you know there are a few avatars that live far longer than the average human."

[leon-walker]

You’ve got a filthy business here don’t you? But I guess I’m too deep in now to turn back.

Leon chuckles at his own wording. He places the contract down on the table.

How about this? You get one year of my services. I’ll do whatever work you can’t do yourself, and in return I get to leave when the year is up. I might be convinced to do a year a half if you throw in some coal. And I get to smoke on the job. Does that sound like a deal to you?

[prospectorquinn]

"Deal. As for the business, of course its filthy! Look around you." Mr. Quinn gestures at the dirt-packed view "Pleasure doing business with you. You'll find the coal delivered to you on a monthly basis. It will be in an unmarked burlap sack. Feel free to see yourself out." The doors open again, and a waft of fresh air comes through them.

[leon-walker]

Leon signs the contract with a nearby pen. The paper charrs slightly where he put his hand. He begins walking towards the door, waving goodbye to the canary in the birdcage. He gives a forced smile before he leaves.

I’ll be waiting for your first order, boss. Until then, I think I’m going to go get some air. See you later.

He exits the room, leaving a patch of hot air behind.

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

[leon-walker]

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

[prospectorquinn]

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

[leon-walker]

Oh I’m sure of that one. You have too big of a place to have done all your work yourself.

Hmm. I think I can afford to do you a favor or two. Think maybe even a few more than that if I’m feeling up to it. Anything you want from me now?

[prospectorquinn]

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

[leon-walker]

A contract. As…enticing being legally bound sounds, I’m gonna need some time to think there. I’m not going to sign away my soul on a whim there old man.

Leon takes the contract and reads over. He doesn’t understand most of the legal jargon used and barely understands what it says.

How long would I have to give you my “favors” for, and what would happen if I hypothetically don’t sign this?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well, if you didn't sign, I guess you would be free to go!" He waves at the doors, which must have closed behind Leon at some point, and it doesn't look like they will be opening soon. "As for how long, I have different contracts for different time periods of your choosing. As I assume you know there are a few avatars that live far longer than the average human."

[leon-walker]

You’ve got a filthy business here don’t you? But I guess I’m too deep in now to turn back.

Leon chuckles at his own wording. He places the contract down on the table.

How about this? You get one year of my services. I’ll do whatever work you can’t do yourself, and in return I get to leave when the year is up. I might be convinced to do a year a half if you throw in some coal. And I get to smoke on the job. Does that sound like a deal to you?

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

[leon-walker]

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

[prospectorquinn]

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

[leon-walker]

Oh I’m sure of that one. You have too big of a place to have done all your work yourself.

Hmm. I think I can afford to do you a favor or two. Think maybe even a few more than that if I’m feeling up to it. Anything you want from me now?

[prospectorquinn]

"Not currently, Just sign here." He unrolls a contract. Nothing but a paper copy of all the information he had just said, and yet, Leon wondered if there was anything suspicious in the fine print.

[leon-walker]

A contract. As…enticing being legally bound sounds, I’m gonna need some time to think there. I’m not going to sign away my soul on a whim there old man.

Leon takes the contract and reads over. He doesn’t understand most of the legal jargon used and barely understands what it says.

How long would I have to give you my “favors” for, and what would happen if I hypothetically don’t sign this?

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

[leon-walker]

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

[prospectorquinn]

"Favors, mostly. If I ever need a fire set or something like that. You must know I don't do my own dirty work." Oscar laughs a hearty chuckle, laughing at the double entendre of "Dirty work."

[leon-walker]

Oh I’m sure of that one. You have too big of a place to have done all your work yourself.

Hmm. I think I can afford to do you a favor or two. Think maybe even a few more than that if I’m feeling up to it. Anything you want from me now?

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[prospectorquinn]

"Well that depends! Do you consider yourself a group burner or a solo one? I charge real money to groups like "The Lightless Flame" and any of the other crude fire-mongers, but for solo avatars the price is a bit more metaphorical."

[leon-walker]

Let’s say a solo burner. The Lightless Flame isn’t my style. What’s happening if I’m paying that “metaphorical” price?

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

Leon approaches the office building, and the large wooden doors swing open on their own. Doors continue to open, seeming to guide him further downstairs, like some twisted reverse skyscraper. Once Leon reaches, what he knows deep down to be as deep as the public part of the building goes, one final door swings open, revealing what would normally be a penthouse office. The walls are lined with windows, but there is no view. Behind all the windowed walls are layers of packed dirt. At the far wall from the door is a wide mahogany desk. Nearby, a large bookcase, and a man perusing through it. He is much older than Leon, grayed hair, a long perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a reddish pinstriped suit with patches of dirt on the shoulders. To his right is a small birdcage, clearly not large enough for the yellow bird inside to sit comfortably. The man is clearly wealthy, and it is absurdly obvious that it is not from ethical work practices. The man stops with his books when the door swings open. "Ah! Leon! I've been expecting you! Obviously. He gestures at the automatic doors "I'd love to talk business. As it says on your card there, part of my business is selling coal. The interesting thing is, I sell specially to The Desolation avatars. It's a win-win, they get their kindling, I get rich! Do you have any interest?"

[leon-walker]

Leon walks in slowly. He coughs a little, though he doesn’t know if it was out of habit or actual dust in his throat. He stares at the bird and frowns, but says nothing.

Coal huh? A little outdated but I’ll bite. I haven’t used any in quite some time. Whats the price on it then Mr…Quinn?

[leon-walker]

Leon somehow comes across a business card, seemingly left specifically for him. ______________________________________________________________ Oscar Amos Quinn Quinn Prospecting Prospector, Coal Merchant, Robber Baron, & Assorted Metals Dealer {Head Office Address} {Signature & Logo} ______________________________________________________________

They’re getting bolder with advertising now aren’t they.

He picks up the business card, flipping it over a few times.

I’m bored anyways. Besides I’m sure they’d want their precious cardstock back. Why not pay their office a visit.

@prospectorquinn

[whittling-madness]

Does anyone even work in this place? I’ve got one of those things you people like…artifacts you call them. Is anyone here? I didn’t travel all the way to London for nothing.

(@leon-walker)

An artifact? That’s uh… I’m a librarian, you’d have to talk to someone in Storage about that. What is it, exactly?

[leon-walker]

Storage? This place is too confusing for my tastes. I prefer the other one.

(He takes out a metal coil. It seems to be from a heater. The air around it begins to distort as an immense heat comes from it.)

It’s this thing. Found it in the remains of some house fire. I got bored of keeping it with me.

[whittling-madness]

“Other one…?” He blinks. “Oh, Usher Foundation. Right.”

He takes a cloth out of his pocket, holding it out for Leon to place the coil on, hoping it’ll protect his hand enough.

“I can take it down, if you want. And er— would you mind giving a statement about this? Seems noteworthy.”

[leon-walker]

Statement about the coil? I guess I could tell you what I know.

(He places the coil in the cloth. It seems to almost calm down just enough to not burn a hole through it.)

You’ve heard of the cult of the lightless flame no? I hear they’re a little famous around here.

[whittling-madness]

He pauses. “Cult? No, not really. I mean, I’ve heard ‘Lightless Flame’ from my old roommate, but I don’t think they’re in a cult,” he says, carefully trying to wrap the coil without burning himself.

[leon-walker]

That’s…hm. Well whatever they are doesn’t matter. I know of a branch they have. That branch calls themselves the “Kindlers of the Insatiable Torch”. Bunch of high and mighty people that can all burn for all I care.

(Leon pauses, taking a deep breath.)

They have a ceremony. Every five years they gather all their members into a large church. The church is filled with large candles that smell strong. They place the coil in the center and they begin a prayer. As they pray the church slowly grows hotter and hotter. The candles light themselves little by little. Paper begins to catch aflame first, filling the room with a white smoke. It is followed by the wooden pews. Then the wax begins to melt and pool over the ground. Wherever the wax falls catches fire, engulfing the entire room. Anyone who isn’t a part of the Kindlers…does not make it.

(He pauses before he continues. He puts an unlit cigarette in his mouth. It lights up on its own.)

That’s enough. I wasn’t planning on saying that much. I stole it and now it’s here.

[whittling-madness]

Marius stares at the cigarette for a second, positive he didn’t see a lighter, before shaking his head. “Right, right, got it. ‘Kindlers of the Insatiable Torch’…. I’ll be sure to relay that to the Archives. What did you say your name was?” He asks, pocketing the cloth and the coil along with it.

[leon-walker]

Give me a second. Don’t want to cause a fire by accident.

(He presses on the lit side of the cigarette with his fingers after smoking it for a bit. It snuffs out after a while.)

Leon Walker. And your name is?

[whittling-madness]

Does anyone even work in this place? I’ve got one of those things you people like…artifacts you call them. Is anyone here? I didn’t travel all the way to London for nothing.

(@leon-walker)

An artifact? That’s uh… I’m a librarian, you’d have to talk to someone in Storage about that. What is it, exactly?

[leon-walker]

Storage? This place is too confusing for my tastes. I prefer the other one.

(He takes out a metal coil. It seems to be from a heater. The air around it begins to distort as an immense heat comes from it.)

It’s this thing. Found it in the remains of some house fire. I got bored of keeping it with me.

[whittling-madness]

“Other one…?” He blinks. “Oh, Usher Foundation. Right.”

He takes a cloth out of his pocket, holding it out for Leon to place the coil on, hoping it’ll protect his hand enough.

“I can take it down, if you want. And er— would you mind giving a statement about this? Seems noteworthy.”

[leon-walker]

Statement about the coil? I guess I could tell you what I know.

(He places the coil in the cloth. It seems to almost calm down just enough to not burn a hole through it.)

You’ve heard of the cult of the lightless flame no? I hear they’re a little famous around here.

[whittling-madness]

He pauses. “Cult? No, not really. I mean, I’ve heard ‘Lightless Flame’ from my old roommate, but I don’t think they’re in a cult,” he says, carefully trying to wrap the coil without burning himself.

[leon-walker]

That’s…hm. Well whatever they are doesn’t matter. I know of a branch they have. That branch calls themselves the “Kindlers of the Insatiable Torch”. Bunch of high and mighty people that can all burn for all I care.

(Leon pauses, taking a deep breath.)

They have a ceremony. Every five years they gather all their members into a large church. The church is filled with large candles that smell strong. They place the coil in the center and they begin a prayer. As they pray the church slowly grows hotter and hotter. The candles light themselves little by little. Paper begins to catch aflame first, filling the room with a white smoke. It is followed by the wooden pews. Then the wax begins to melt and pool over the ground. Wherever the wax falls catches fire, engulfing the entire room. Anyone who isn’t a part of the Kindlers…does not make it.

(He pauses before he continues. He puts an unlit cigarette in his mouth. It lights up on its own.)

That’s enough. I wasn’t planning on saying that much. I stole it and now it’s here.

[whittling-madness]

Does anyone even work in this place? I’ve got one of those things you people like…artifacts you call them. Is anyone here? I didn’t travel all the way to London for nothing.

(@leon-walker)

An artifact? That’s uh… I’m a librarian, you’d have to talk to someone in Storage about that. What is it, exactly?

[leon-walker]

Storage? This place is too confusing for my tastes. I prefer the other one.

(He takes out a metal coil. It seems to be from a heater. The air around it begins to distort as an immense heat comes from it.)

It’s this thing. Found it in the remains of some house fire. I got bored of keeping it with me.

[whittling-madness]

“Other one…?” He blinks. “Oh, Usher Foundation. Right.”

He takes a cloth out of his pocket, holding it out for Leon to place the coil on, hoping it’ll protect his hand enough.

“I can take it down, if you want. And er— would you mind giving a statement about this? Seems noteworthy.”

[leon-walker]

Statement about the coil? I guess I could tell you what I know.

(He places the coil in the cloth. It seems to almost calm down just enough to not burn a hole through it.)

You’ve heard of the cult of the lightless flame no? I hear they’re a little famous around here.

[whittling-madness]

Does anyone even work in this place? I’ve got one of those things you people like…artifacts you call them. Is anyone here? I didn’t travel all the way to London for nothing.

(@leon-walker)

An artifact? That’s uh… I’m a librarian, you’d have to talk to someone in Storage about that. What is it, exactly?

[leon-walker]

Storage? This place is too confusing for my tastes. I prefer the other one.

(He takes out a metal coil. It seems to be from a heater. The air around it begins to distort as an immense heat comes from it.)

It’s this thing. Found it in the remains of some house fire. I got bored of keeping it with me.

[leon-walker]

(Allen is walking down the street minding his own business. He's a strange man, he wears a lot of sweater a scarf and gloves for some reason. The cold seems to follow him wherever he goes, do you wish to interact with him?)

-@allendeller

(sorry won't let me ask anonymously so it looks like my main blog.)

(Leon watches him closely from the cafe table he is sitting at. He drinks the rest of his coffee and decides to approach.)

Isn’t it a little too hot for all that? You’ll give yourself heatstroke if you’re not careful. Are you not from around here?

[allendeller]

(he saw at the coffee, he remembers when he used to hand that stuff out, never drank it but it was always something he gave out. He puts on his fake british accent like usual.)

No, i'm not that hot sir. This is what I always wear sir it's not a big deal. No i've lived in London for some time now.

[leon-walker]

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

[allendeller]

(he looks around you and sees flames.)

Sure I can help you with that. Name please?

[leon-walker]

Leon. Leon Walker. I’m not from around here.

(He shivers as if a cold wind has passed through. He takes a cigarette out of a box. It seems to light on its own. He begins to smoke it.)

Do you know about a so called “Magnus Institute”?

[allendeller]

Yes.... I do work there Mr.Walker. Why do you ask.

(he chokes a little bit when you light the smoke.)

[leon-walker]

A little smoke won’t hurt you right?

(He takes another puff, this time blowing it away from Allen.)

I have something to deliver over there. I think you call it an artifact. I don’t like keeping it with me so I’m planning to get it there soon.

[allendeller]

I can deliver it directly if you wish, I don't have much better to do today. Allen Dekker at your service.

(he doesn't look sure if he should extend his hand.)

[leon-walker]

Oh? Are you sure about that?

(Leon stifles a laugh. He takes out a metal coil, it appears to be from a heater. It distorts the air around it.)

It’s pretty…hot. I’m sure whatever cold wind follows you around could cool it for a moment but I’d be quick to drop it off if I were you.

[allendeller]

I see the pretenses are down Mr.Walker.

(he grabs the coil and immidietly steam starts to rise, It's very warm. He could probably only hold it for a minute or two before he drops it so he hands it back to Leon. Doesn't look like It burned him.)

You're correct. I will guide you to the institute.

[leon-walker]

Why thank you. I’ll be sure to let them know how much of a help you’ve been.

(He places the coil back into his pocket. He stamps out his cigarette on the concrete sidewalk and throws it into a trash bin.)

Lead the way then.

[allendeller]

(he starts walking. and leads the way.)

So what made you commit this coil to the archives?

[leon-walker]

Eh it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep one of these around. Besides I’m sure the archives will get a kick out of figuring out what exactly this thing does.

(He takes it out and begins running his finger along the coils.)

I’m not so sure myself to be honest. Found it in a burnt house. Something about a small heater burning it all down.

[allendeller]

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

[allendeller]

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

[allendeller]

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

[leon-walker]

That’s kinda boring compared to what I was told. Then again I guess it is different depending on where you work so it makes sense.

Hmm. About the files. Do they ever mention a certain “cult of the lightless flame”?

[allendeller]

(he takes out what looks to be some sort of notebook.)

Section 180C cult of the lightless flame: A cult based on the worship of the desolation more or less specifically the flame aspect. I assume that's what you're referencing?

(there seems to be a lot more on the page.

In case yes there are to my files to count.

[leon-walker]

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

[allendeller]

Hate the current employer, doesn't pay me enough for the work I do. I am a bad employee but at least I give him a fair bit of knowledge. Not an avatar of the the eye but the knowledge is fairly stimulating. though Mr.Bouchard will hire anyone so you never know what happens next.

[leon-walker]

Anyone huh? Would he hire someone who could “accidentally” burn the whole place down? Oh but I’d never work there. Much too…stuffy for me you know?

[allendeller]

Yes Mr.Desolation. I know fire needs oxygen to burn. I think we are here.

(it's a bit smaller than you thought but it's still fairly big.)

[leon-walker]

Ah. Thank you for the trip. I’ll try not to burn anything. At least not on purpose.

(He opens the door and walks in, waving goodbye at Allen.)

[leon-walker]

(Allen is walking down the street minding his own business. He's a strange man, he wears a lot of sweater a scarf and gloves for some reason. The cold seems to follow him wherever he goes, do you wish to interact with him?)

-@allendeller

(sorry won't let me ask anonymously so it looks like my main blog.)

(Leon watches him closely from the cafe table he is sitting at. He drinks the rest of his coffee and decides to approach.)

Isn’t it a little too hot for all that? You’ll give yourself heatstroke if you’re not careful. Are you not from around here?

[allendeller]

(he saw at the coffee, he remembers when he used to hand that stuff out, never drank it but it was always something he gave out. He puts on his fake british accent like usual.)

No, i'm not that hot sir. This is what I always wear sir it's not a big deal. No i've lived in London for some time now.

[leon-walker]

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

[allendeller]

(he looks around you and sees flames.)

Sure I can help you with that. Name please?

[leon-walker]

Leon. Leon Walker. I’m not from around here.

(He shivers as if a cold wind has passed through. He takes a cigarette out of a box. It seems to light on its own. He begins to smoke it.)

Do you know about a so called “Magnus Institute”?

[allendeller]

Yes.... I do work there Mr.Walker. Why do you ask.

(he chokes a little bit when you light the smoke.)

[leon-walker]

A little smoke won’t hurt you right?

(He takes another puff, this time blowing it away from Allen.)

I have something to deliver over there. I think you call it an artifact. I don’t like keeping it with me so I’m planning to get it there soon.

[allendeller]

I can deliver it directly if you wish, I don't have much better to do today. Allen Dekker at your service.

(he doesn't look sure if he should extend his hand.)

[leon-walker]

Oh? Are you sure about that?

(Leon stifles a laugh. He takes out a metal coil, it appears to be from a heater. It distorts the air around it.)

It’s pretty…hot. I’m sure whatever cold wind follows you around could cool it for a moment but I’d be quick to drop it off if I were you.

[allendeller]

I see the pretenses are down Mr.Walker.

(he grabs the coil and immidietly steam starts to rise, It's very warm. He could probably only hold it for a minute or two before he drops it so he hands it back to Leon. Doesn't look like It burned him.)

You're correct. I will guide you to the institute.

[leon-walker]

Why thank you. I’ll be sure to let them know how much of a help you’ve been.

(He places the coil back into his pocket. He stamps out his cigarette on the concrete sidewalk and throws it into a trash bin.)

Lead the way then.

[allendeller]

(he starts walking. and leads the way.)

So what made you commit this coil to the archives?

[leon-walker]

Eh it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep one of these around. Besides I’m sure the archives will get a kick out of figuring out what exactly this thing does.

(He takes it out and begins running his finger along the coils.)

I’m not so sure myself to be honest. Found it in a burnt house. Something about a small heater burning it all down.

[allendeller]

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

[allendeller]

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

[allendeller]

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

[leon-walker]

That’s kinda boring compared to what I was told. Then again I guess it is different depending on where you work so it makes sense.

Hmm. About the files. Do they ever mention a certain “cult of the lightless flame”?

[allendeller]

(he takes out what looks to be some sort of notebook.)

Section 180C cult of the lightless flame: A cult based on the worship of the desolation more or less specifically the flame aspect. I assume that's what you're referencing?

(there seems to be a lot more on the page.

In case yes there are to my files to count.

[leon-walker]

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

[allendeller]

Hate the current employer, doesn't pay me enough for the work I do. I am a bad employee but at least I give him a fair bit of knowledge. Not an avatar of the the eye but the knowledge is fairly stimulating. though Mr.Bouchard will hire anyone so you never know what happens next.

[leon-walker]

Anyone huh? Would he hire someone who could “accidentally” burn the whole place down? Oh but I’d never work there. Much too…stuffy for me you know?

[leon-walker]

(Allen is walking down the street minding his own business. He's a strange man, he wears a lot of sweater a scarf and gloves for some reason. The cold seems to follow him wherever he goes, do you wish to interact with him?)

-@allendeller

(sorry won't let me ask anonymously so it looks like my main blog.)

(Leon watches him closely from the cafe table he is sitting at. He drinks the rest of his coffee and decides to approach.)

Isn’t it a little too hot for all that? You’ll give yourself heatstroke if you’re not careful. Are you not from around here?

[allendeller]

(he saw at the coffee, he remembers when he used to hand that stuff out, never drank it but it was always something he gave out. He puts on his fake british accent like usual.)

No, i'm not that hot sir. This is what I always wear sir it's not a big deal. No i've lived in London for some time now.

[leon-walker]

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

[allendeller]

(he looks around you and sees flames.)

Sure I can help you with that. Name please?

[leon-walker]

Leon. Leon Walker. I’m not from around here.

(He shivers as if a cold wind has passed through. He takes a cigarette out of a box. It seems to light on its own. He begins to smoke it.)

Do you know about a so called “Magnus Institute”?

[allendeller]

Yes.... I do work there Mr.Walker. Why do you ask.

(he chokes a little bit when you light the smoke.)

[leon-walker]

A little smoke won’t hurt you right?

(He takes another puff, this time blowing it away from Allen.)

I have something to deliver over there. I think you call it an artifact. I don’t like keeping it with me so I’m planning to get it there soon.

[allendeller]

I can deliver it directly if you wish, I don't have much better to do today. Allen Dekker at your service.

(he doesn't look sure if he should extend his hand.)

[leon-walker]

Oh? Are you sure about that?

(Leon stifles a laugh. He takes out a metal coil, it appears to be from a heater. It distorts the air around it.)

It’s pretty…hot. I’m sure whatever cold wind follows you around could cool it for a moment but I’d be quick to drop it off if I were you.

[allendeller]

I see the pretenses are down Mr.Walker.

(he grabs the coil and immidietly steam starts to rise, It's very warm. He could probably only hold it for a minute or two before he drops it so he hands it back to Leon. Doesn't look like It burned him.)

You're correct. I will guide you to the institute.

[leon-walker]

Why thank you. I’ll be sure to let them know how much of a help you’ve been.

(He places the coil back into his pocket. He stamps out his cigarette on the concrete sidewalk and throws it into a trash bin.)

Lead the way then.

[allendeller]

(he starts walking. and leads the way.)

So what made you commit this coil to the archives?

[leon-walker]

Eh it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep one of these around. Besides I’m sure the archives will get a kick out of figuring out what exactly this thing does.

(He takes it out and begins running his finger along the coils.)

I’m not so sure myself to be honest. Found it in a burnt house. Something about a small heater burning it all down.

[allendeller]

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

[allendeller]

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

[allendeller]

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

[leon-walker]

That’s kinda boring compared to what I was told. Then again I guess it is different depending on where you work so it makes sense.

Hmm. About the files. Do they ever mention a certain “cult of the lightless flame”?

[allendeller]

(he takes out what looks to be some sort of notebook.)

Section 180C cult of the lightless flame: A cult based on the worship of the desolation more or less specifically the flame aspect. I assume that's what you're referencing?

(there seems to be a lot more on the page.

In case yes there are to my files to count.

[leon-walker]

That’s the one yep. You seem to know quite a bit. I guess the archives aren’t so useless after all. What do you think of them?

[leon-walker]

(Allen is walking down the street minding his own business. He's a strange man, he wears a lot of sweater a scarf and gloves for some reason. The cold seems to follow him wherever he goes, do you wish to interact with him?)

-@allendeller

(sorry won't let me ask anonymously so it looks like my main blog.)

(Leon watches him closely from the cafe table he is sitting at. He drinks the rest of his coffee and decides to approach.)

Isn’t it a little too hot for all that? You’ll give yourself heatstroke if you’re not careful. Are you not from around here?

[allendeller]

(he saw at the coffee, he remembers when he used to hand that stuff out, never drank it but it was always something he gave out. He puts on his fake british accent like usual.)

No, i'm not that hot sir. This is what I always wear sir it's not a big deal. No i've lived in London for some time now.

[leon-walker]

You’re one of the stranger people I’ve seen go by. You’ve lived here for a while hmm...Mind helping me a little? I need some directions.

[allendeller]

(he looks around you and sees flames.)

Sure I can help you with that. Name please?

[leon-walker]

Leon. Leon Walker. I’m not from around here.

(He shivers as if a cold wind has passed through. He takes a cigarette out of a box. It seems to light on its own. He begins to smoke it.)

Do you know about a so called “Magnus Institute”?

[allendeller]

Yes.... I do work there Mr.Walker. Why do you ask.

(he chokes a little bit when you light the smoke.)

[leon-walker]

A little smoke won’t hurt you right?

(He takes another puff, this time blowing it away from Allen.)

I have something to deliver over there. I think you call it an artifact. I don’t like keeping it with me so I’m planning to get it there soon.

[allendeller]

I can deliver it directly if you wish, I don't have much better to do today. Allen Dekker at your service.

(he doesn't look sure if he should extend his hand.)

[leon-walker]

Oh? Are you sure about that?

(Leon stifles a laugh. He takes out a metal coil, it appears to be from a heater. It distorts the air around it.)

It’s pretty…hot. I’m sure whatever cold wind follows you around could cool it for a moment but I’d be quick to drop it off if I were you.

[allendeller]

I see the pretenses are down Mr.Walker.

(he grabs the coil and immidietly steam starts to rise, It's very warm. He could probably only hold it for a minute or two before he drops it so he hands it back to Leon. Doesn't look like It burned him.)

You're correct. I will guide you to the institute.

[leon-walker]

Why thank you. I’ll be sure to let them know how much of a help you’ve been.

(He places the coil back into his pocket. He stamps out his cigarette on the concrete sidewalk and throws it into a trash bin.)

Lead the way then.

[allendeller]

(he starts walking. and leads the way.)

So what made you commit this coil to the archives?

[leon-walker]

Eh it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep one of these around. Besides I’m sure the archives will get a kick out of figuring out what exactly this thing does.

(He takes it out and begins running his finger along the coils.)

I’m not so sure myself to be honest. Found it in a burnt house. Something about a small heater burning it all down.

[allendeller]

I mean it's fairly obvious what it does, burns things clearly. Do you have any aquaintances you comfortable sharing?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…no. I think I’ll keep my secrets. Giving the coil is enough for today. How much longer is our little stroll?

[allendeller]

We're roughly half way there. Any question for me?

[leon-walker]

Hmm…I huess I do have one. What is it like in that dusty old building? I’ve heard it can get rather interesting at times.

[allendeller]

i'm not involved with most of the drama because of how I operate within the archives, but the best way to describe it is strange. Half of the time it's looking through old files and the other half is how many things can go wrong before the whole thing burns down.

[leon-walker]

That’s kinda boring compared to what I was told. Then again I guess it is different depending on where you work so it makes sense.

Hmm. About the files. Do they ever mention a certain “cult of the lightless flame”?