Friendly Neighborhood Vulcanomacer

Hey. I'm Alan Riesngraf. Local wizard. Newly trained. Vulcanomancy and Earth Magic. That's my specialty. I just moved in, and this city is pretty new. Lets hope all goes well. (Independant Dresden Files RP Blog for OC Alan Riesngraf, Wizard. OCs and Canon characters welcome! Its a pleasure to meet you)

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The simplest tasks... (Closed RP)

Graveyard dirt. All they had needed was graveyard dirt. A simple, normally easily retrieved ingredient. Go to your local resting place, thank the local spirits for allowing you to take something, put dirt in bag. Anyone can do it, as long as you go during the day. Unfortunately, Alan had become too impatient over the course of the evening, and around 1:30 in the morning, decided he needed his final ingredient now, and decided to take Ashley with him to get it. @sorcerouscheerleader

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In the interest of self defense... (Closed RP)

The day had started out simple enough. Sit down with Nate. Catch up. Discuss Ferromany for a while. Split for the day. Easy. Where and when that conversation derailed, Alan still wasn't write sure, and yet here they were, walking down the road to the old car lot just outside the city. They had decided that they both needed to practice their self defense, and this seemed like the best place for the both of them. @sorcerermarlwulf

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Anyone interested in doing a more violent RP tonight? Something fighty or painful? I'm just in there mood for that sort of RP and was wondering. Send me a message if you are!

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"It's going to be fine."

Alan sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth even as he pushed the wadded up cloth against his ribs. He must have been running on adrenaline up until that moment because he hadn't noticed until Lake had said something, although now that it was covered, he didn't want to look to see how bad it was.

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A mundane return...

Alan stepped from his porch, a weary smile on his face as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and started a brisk run. He had been home a few days, and the visit to his old teacher had left him with a wonderful gift, namely, his formerly small, now medium sized Malamute, Ghost. While he had spent most of the day unpacking and dusting off his clothes and possessions, until that moment, he had mostly neglected Ghost, feeding him and giving him water as he needed, but now it was time for some exercise, and so he was off for the evening.

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I am back. Sorry about the unexpected hiatus. Life kind of blindsided me. Back to here for a while though! Feel free to bother Alan if you wish! I hope everyone is having a good night.

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Prank War (open to all)

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He stood, thinking back. He vaguely remembered a trial, back when he had first become a member of the Council. House fire… He remembered it now, frowning as he did, seeing younger wizards getting put to death for accidents… He was glad the boy had been given a plea. “I do remember that. I wasn’t a Warden at the time, but I do remember that he wasn’t foaming at the mouth, the way they normally describe Warlocks. I remember hoping someone vouched for him. I’m glad to hear he is alright, even if living under The Doom.” Alan felt himself smile, suddenly feeling a lot older then he knew he was. “And it’s always nice to meet more practitioners. Who is your teacher?”

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Tabitha nodded at the recollection of the trial.  She hadn’t been allowed in the room but had paced the hall outside, chewing on her nails in concern.  

“Wizard Jake Schermer,” Tabitha said.  “He took both of us.  It was unprecedented, especially since Jake already had an apprentice.  But he vouched for Tobias and took the Doom for him, so he kinda had to take ‘Bias as his apprentice, too… I guess I was the booby prize.  They didn’t want to split us up.  We’re used to that, and I’m glad.  I mean, we were in the same class since kindergarten.  That’s what you do with twins, right?”

She closed her mouth, wincing as she realized she was babbling.

“Sorry,” she said.  “I get chatty…  I’d say you look young for a warden, but seems all the wardens I meet lately are so young…  What’s your affinity?  I’m guessing it’s combat-y, since you got wardened…”

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Alan smiled warmly at the mention of Wizard Jake. He hadn't seen him in a very long time, but he did remember spending some time with him right after graduating from apprentice. He crossed his arms as he nodded down at Tabby. "Jake is a good man. I'm not surprised he took your brother and you in. I'm guessing he it's treating you well and working hard if he has three apprentices. It's been a very long time since I last saw him. I was living closer to the inner city when we met." Alan found himself smiling more as he talked to this girl more and more. Eventually he pushed open the door to the big private bathroom and held it open even as he spoke. He gestured to the separated shower area and changing area. "You can get clean while we talk and I find you some more clothes. As for your other question, I am actually a pretty big book nerd, preferring to research and create rather then fight. I just have magic that lends itself very well to combat, sadly."

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Prank War (open to all)

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Alan let out a short laugh, leading her through a series of winding hallways, steadily leading closer to the gym. “Yes I am White Council. I was also, and still technically am part of the Fomor war, don’t tell anyone though, I’m hoping they forgot about me.” He felt himself chuckle again, warmer this time as he finally lead her to a big room with a door to one side leading to the bathrooms. “What about you? Judging by the fact that you know the Council even exists, I’m guessing you’re no minor talent.”

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“Oh, my gosh, are you a Warden?” Tabitha asked in a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes going wide.  “I’m still an apprentice.  Apprentice Thorn.  Uh, well, one of the two Apprentices Thorn.  You weren’t at my brother’s trial, were you..?  Couple years ago..?  First Law violation… Accident…  House fire…”

The last two words were whispered.  She cleared her throat.

“He’s under the Doom, now.”

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He stood, thinking back. He vaguely remembered a trial, back when he had first become a member of the Council. House fire... He remembered it now, frowning as he did, seeing younger wizards getting put to death for accidents... He was glad the boy had been given a plea. "I do remember that. I wasn't a Warden at the time, but I do remember that he wasn't foaming at the mouth, the way they normally describe Warlocks. I remember hoping someone vouched for him. I'm glad to hear he is alright, even if living under The Doom." Alan felt himself smile, suddenly feeling a lot older then he knew he was. "And it's always nice to meet more practitioners. Who is your teacher?"

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Reblog if you Skype as your muse

and you’re willing to RP over Skype if a partner drops you an ask :)

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Prank War (open to all)

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Fire issues… But why… Oh. Alan frowned at the clothes in his have before taking the pants and throwing them back at his bag. He held out the shirt to her anyway, this one smelling of fabric softener, having been freshly washed a few hours ago. “Okay. For now then, let’s get you to the gym so that you can get cleaned off and I’ll figure something out..” he held out the shirt to her, trying not to get her any more bothered then she already was.

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“Thank you,” Tabby repeated, taking a relieved breath when the jeans disappeared into Alan’s bag.  She accepted the shirt from him and followed him wherever he led.  “So, um…  Are you Council..?”

It was an odd question, but an important one, she though, to establish that they were on the same page with the supernatural stuff.  It had been a while since she’d felt an aura like that and the person hadn’t known they were magic, but it was still possible.

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Alan let out a short laugh, leading her through a series of winding hallways, steadily leading closer to the gym. "Yes I am White Council. I was also, and still technically am part of the Fomor war, don't tell anyone though, I'm hoping they forgot about me." He felt himself chuckle again, warmer this time as he finally lead her to a big room with a door to one side leading to the bathrooms. "What about you? Judging by the fact that you know the Council even exists, I'm guessing you're no minor talent."

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Prank War (open to all)

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Alan’s eyes widened for a minute, the feeling of a practitioners aura sending an almost electrical shock up his arm, leaving an almost conspiratorial smile across his face, just for a moment, but still long enough to be noticable. “I have to apologize though Tabby. My clothes aren’t exactly formal. I hope you don’t mind.” He walked behind the table before reaching into his bag and pulling out a set of scorched, well worn jeans and a clean black button up shirt. “Do these work for you?”

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“That’s very kind of you,” she said, smiling as he retrieved the clothes.  Her smile froze as she saw the scorch marks on the trousers.  She suddenly smelled smoke, even though she knew she had to be imagining it.  “Um…”

She tore her eyes away from the jeans and looked at the shirt.  It didn’t seem to have any damage, though it was black, so it might be hard to tell.

“The, um, shirt is… um… p-probably long enough,” she said meekly, hoping she was right.   If not, maybe she could borrow a towel from the gym.  She’d worn stranger outfits before.  “Th-thank you.”

She made no move to accept the offered clothes, her eyes a little wide.

“Sorry,” she mumbled after a moment.  “I’ve got fire issues…”

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Fire issues... But why... Oh. Alan frowned at the clothes in his have before taking the pants and throwing them back at his bag. He held out the shirt to her anyway, this one smelling of fabric softener, having been freshly washed a few hours ago. "Okay. For now then, let's get you to the gym so that you can get cleaned off and I'll figure something out.." he held out the shirt to her, trying not to get her any more bothered then she already was.

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Prank War (open to all)

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Alan held out a hand for her, his smile becoming genial and apologetic. “I guess I never did introduce myself between that fall and the feathering. My name is Alan. As for a change of clothes, I probably have some in my bag. If you don’t mind wearing my clothes, you are free to them. They’re clean, I promise.” Alan felt himself almost babble out, trying to cover up for the fact that he tried to put as little emphasis on his name as possible. You could never be too careful these days. Especially considering what he had just done.

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Tabitha took the man’s hand and felt the familiar tingle that meant he was also a practitioner.

“Oh,” she said, blinking at him and looking at his face (but not his eyes).  “Hello.”

She kept her mental defenses held tight, not wanting to intrude into his psyche with her emapthic abilities.  SHe kept her own emotions hidden behind her usual wall of calm, which was gratefully second-nature at this point, since she was far from composed while covered in syrup and feathers.

“Tabby,” she said.  “Well, Tabitha, but almost everyone calls me Tabby.  I’d really appreciate something to wear, though I’m guessing it won’t fit.”

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Alan's eyes widened for a minute, the feeling of a practitioners aura sending an almost electrical shock up his arm, leaving an almost conspiratorial smile across his face, just for a moment, but still long enough to be noticable. "I have to apologize though Tabby. My clothes aren't exactly formal. I hope you don't mind." He walked behind the table before reaching into his bag and pulling out a set of scorched, well worn jeans and a clean black button up shirt. "Do these work for you?"

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Alan felt a small smile spread across his face as he looked at the woman in front of him. He felt himself start to fidget his hands nervously before hastily stuffing his hands into his pockets and nodding. “Absolutely. I would love to go to dinner with you.”

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Alan smiled at the jumping woman, a small twinge of worry wrinkling the skin at the corner of his eyes. He had y thought he might surprise her and he obviously had, but on the bright side, he hasn’t been pepper sprayed, so that was good. He bowed his head inn apology to Miranda before looking up at her and smiling back. “Hey. I’m sorry I scared you like that. I probably should have stepped in front of you. My bad.” he tried his best to speak clearly when talking to Miranda, knowing she couldn’t hear and that she had to read his lips.

Miranda smiled at him, laughing softly. 

“It’s alright. Just don’t do it again, please.” She smiled at him. 

“So…ready for our date?” She asked. 

Alan nodded at Miranda, the small, nervous, excited smile returning to his face. After a few moments of indecision and fidgeting, he offered her his arm, a small wave of embarrassment passing through his mind at how cheesy he was being even add he did it. “Of course! Let’s go!”

He offered his arm. 

Oh, this boy was a keeper. 

Miranda threaded her arm through his and smiled up at him. 

“So I never asked what exactly you’re doing here in England.” She said. 

Alan felt himself shrug as much as he could without yanking his arm out of hers. The Council had asked him to burn a rather large and hostile group of Ghouls out of a nearby city, but he felt like telling his date that he came here to murder wasnt a good first date starter. “I came to visit dune friends in the area. I heard the college had a really nice library and I wanted to check it out.” The second part was absolutely the truth, though he had also come looking for some books on magic theory, but meeting Miranda had made him want to stay longer.

“Is this a…magic thing?” She asked. Miranda was still getting used to the idea of wizards and magic and things of that nature. 

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Alan nodded, although he didn't want to elaborate much more, and instead tried to change the subject. "So how did you end up learning about this pizza place?" his expression and tone were ones of genuine curiosity as he walked with her.

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“✆” MORNING text

[text] Laek… Why does your work happen so early in the morning? Couldn’t we go recover a telescope or something that doesn’t require us to get up at 6am?[text] Lake* sorry.

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[text] we aren’t stealing priceless art

[text] we’re stealing an artifact that is beyond monetary value

[text] which somehow got incorporated into some over-rated artist’s pretentious 

[text] he hot glued an item that Philip the 2 of Maedon liberated from some group of people he trampled all over

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[text] so we are stealing pieces of priceless art. [text] :-| [text] Do I need to dress special or bring something to knock out a guard? >:)

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[text] noooooo, that’d be illegal, which we’d never discuss over the phone let alone actually do

[text] ;-)

[text] but yeah, wear quiet shoes and flexible clothing

[text] and the art isn’t priceless, it’s just overpriced 

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[text] quiet shoes and flexible clothes… Got it. [text] Where should we meet?

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[text] there is a funky little breakfast place on the corner of Beecher and Nalo

[text] let’s meet there

[text] we can discuss it over beignets and coffee

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[text] okay I'll be there... [text] only cause I want beignets though ;)