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@necromaancing
āāShe wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, sheāll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.āā
ā Holly Black, Black Heart
āI do not let myself think.ā
ā Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. September 1937 featured in āThe Diary of Virginia Woolf,ā
WHEN: may 08
WHERE: salem magic festival
STATUS: closed for @lucrezia-venus
āDo you think any of these fortune tellers are legit?ā Carter questioned as the pair walked down the aisles of interesting booths; music playing softly overhead, children laughing a few feet away. They stopped in front of the palm reading booth, empty as the lady was seeing a client behind the silken purple curtains. The thai witch looked at all the other stuff the woman was sellingā the usual mainstream āwitchyā stuff like crystals, books on tarot and new age astrology, incense, all the basic stuff girls in middle school like when they go through their hipster phase. āI bet our girls could do a better job.ā She said with an eye roll as she picked up a piece of rose quartz, bringing it up close to her face to examine it. āHmm, maybe itās just me but I never feel anything magical happen when I touch crystals.ā
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Ā Ā āoh,ā ari nodded, surprised - but almost overwhelmed with her sense of relief. she wasnāt going to be accosted again, it seemed, and they didnāt have to talk about her misjudgment, her deceit; and carterās obvious reaction to it. however the topic that carter did want to suggest had ari feeling almost just as nervous; she nearly regretted choosing such a public place. it seemed dangerous to discuss something so freaky, but then again, what else did regular goth girls talk about?
Ā Ā not that ari could ever pass as goth, even if she were to try.
Ā Ā āyes, i believe that is a big importance to us, especially right now. if i were to be honest, i have no idea quite whatĀ i am doing, nor how it works. but i am willing to try,ā ari clarified, hoping that carter would not bank too much on her abilities.Ā
@necromaancingā
It was time to just lay it all on the table. Besides, it was more Carterās style to just pop up and say something wild.
āYeah, wellā I can help with that; my magic is uhm, do you know what necromancy is?ā Was that a stupid question? She wasnāt sureā she just assumed most people probably didnāt just casually know what the hell a necromancer was. Her voice lowered to a whisper however, and she did lean in a bit, her dark eyes sparkling, sleek black hair pulled up in her signature high pony tail (did she wear her hair any other way? no).
āI know this is kind of sudden and random but, I didnāt want anyone to know in the beginning until I figured things out a bit.ā
Chelsea Wolfe, from Birth Of Violence; āDirt Universe,ā Ā released c. 2019
WHERE: public park WHEN: saturday afternoon STATUS: open to anyone
Ā Ā salem provides limited enjoyment choices for someone like mason. while boston isnāt too far away and he supposes he can go back for quality entertainment, mason decides against it. something about the little town keeps him magnetically linked to it despite his beliefs that his auntās story about witches and real life magic will fall apart. while he is here though, he thinks he should make the most of it.Ā
Ā Ā he leaves his friendās house in favor of one of the public parks nearby. mason thankfully finds an empty basketball court and though it doesnāt compare with the ones heās used to, itās good enough. he lets muscle memory take over as he plays, enjoys the focus on his muscles rather than on his mind. he hopes for better nights of sleep as he takes out his energy on the court. itās right then as mason worries that he makes a mistake and the ball bounces off the court.Ā
Ā Ā ā hey there! āĀ Ā he says to the person who happens to be in the way of the ball.Ā Ā ā can you catch that? ā
No. Carter thought instantly as the ball hit her right in the face. She had notoriously terrible motor skills; she was all brains and no brawn; skinny, a dark wisp of a girl. In fact she couldnāt ever remember a time she had even bothered to play any sport. The witch let out a loud āoofā sound, but somehow managed to keep her balance. āYeah...no.ā She responded as the ball clattered to the ground, slender digits reaching to cup her bright red cheek. āYou have great aim.ā Carter huffed sarcastically, but not necessarily rudely or maliciously. Accidents happenedā she wasnāt actually that upset about it. But she figured she should probably give him a little hell at least.
WHEN: may 05
WHERE: The Woods around Salem
STATUS: @rolandbb
Well. She was stuck. And she had no service out hereā not that she could reach her phone anyway. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the tree branch, her dark eyes flushed even darker at the sight of a certain raven.
Andrei croaked in victory, dancing on the branch just beyond her reach, her phone in his wicked beak. The annoying avian had taken her phone in jest during their weekly hike; he had been acting up like this more and more often recentlyā the necromancer wasnāt entirely sure why though. She didnāt know enough about ravens to make any sort of assessment. Though she did have her theories. āYou asshole, now I donāt think I can get down from here!ā She screamed at the pest in frustration, her angry eyes glancing down several feet at the forest floor below, a shiver of fear running up her spine. God I hate heights.
How long would she have to sit here until she hoped someone would walk along the trail nearby? Should she yell for help? Would there even be a point in doing so... or would it just be a waste of energy?
Might as well try. āHELP!ā
necromaancingā:
when: thursday, april 24th, evening
where: park on the outskirts of town
status: closed for @aidaxaman
This might possibly be one of the craziest weeks of her lifeā or at least in a long while. First the meeting with Genevieve, then her weird conversation with Ari and Maia, her strange night in the cemetery with Cole and then Aida suddenly disappearing, and honestly a multitude of other things. The mystery of who was behind the post submission and article still weighed heavy in her mindā but heavier still was the mildly terrifying possibility of witch hunters. The thought of them and what she had read about Joseph Bishop had been lurking in the back of her skull for days now.
Sighing softly, the Thai witch placed a badly rolled joint to her lips, the gloss flashing bright in the glow of the moon, inhaling the cannabis smoke mixed with tobacco; then exhaling back into the crisp night air. She was waiting for Aidaā sure it was a strange place to meet, but there was a bit of awkwardness surrounding them due to current events. Many of the other witches were whispering about Aida and why she hadnāt been at the meeting, where she had gone, if she was involved or guilty in anyway- Carter didnāt listen to such nonsense. In fact it had made her a bit angry.
Was she hurt Aida had kept her out of the loop? Honestly a bit, but that didnāt mean she suspected her of anythingā there was no way Aida had a hand in any of this mess. āI know itās a weird place to meet and itās late but, I kind of just wanted to relax and feel like a teenager smoking pot at the neighborhood park againāā the necromancer began jokingly when she heard and saw the electric witch approaching. She took another drag of her spliff before awkwardly clearing her throat, leaning her back against one of the trees in the park.
āLong time no see.ā
[Fast forward to the evening of Monday, April 27th]
Three days ago Aida had met Carter in this park with far less information than she had now. While it wasnāt necessarily a long time, three days was all it had taken for things to change for the 15 of them. The meeting Aida had attended at Lucreziaās had started off tense and chaotic but by the end of it, she felt confident in the fact that theyād made some leeway. Things were on the right path surely. Aida had talked to Ari, came up with a plan to find out something more than what they already knew. Things seemed to fall into place.
Only, there was a gnawing feeling in Aidaās chest. Carter was like a sister to her, reminded her so much of someone sheād lost a long time ago and Aida wanted nothing more than to protect and be there for her. Sure she hadnāt known the other girl for too long but in the time she had, their bond had grown, like flowers blooming in barren soil. And Aida had seen Carter at the meeting, scared, unsure, angry, and worst of all defeated when it seemed like all the other girls were against her. She needed Carter to know that despite everything, Aida was on Carterās side. Always.
Aida sits next to her, much like she had a few days ago, and lets her head fall on Carterās shoulder. āAre you going to be smoking again today?ā She teases, referring to the last time theyād met here. And truthfully, if Carter was, Aida might just join her. Right now she needed something to relax. Her head rests on Carterās shoulder for a minute or so before she picks it up and looks at her. āAre you doing okay?ā And it might be an odd question but itās what she wants to know more than anything right now.
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I USED TO BE ON FIRE.
necromaancingā:
when: April 22nd, noon
where: Carterās suite at the town Bed n Breakfast
status: Closed starter for @lucrezia-venusā
Perhaps she should get a real place to live- not the nicest suite at the town bed and breakfast, as it wasnāt like money was an issue for her afterā¦inheriting her parents fortune after their murdersā¦but for some reason she really loved the quaint little bed and breakfast. She loved the owner and her family, an elderly woman and her orphaned teenaged grandkids, they had sort of become a family to Carter as well- after all she was an orphan herself now. The sound of a knock broke her from her thoughts- caw! caw! Andrei croned in surprise at the sound, flapping his wings excitedly and hopping up and down at his usual place at the kitchen windowsill above the sink.Ā āQuiet! I donāt know if she likes birds or not yet, so shoo!ā she huffed at the raven, waving a hand threateningly in his direction before reaching to open the door.
It was only fair this time they met at her place after meeting at Luceās last time- so far her relationship with Lucrezia had been a lot of- talking, and hanging out. That wasnāt bad of course, but Carter couldnāt remember the last time she felt so normal. Which was ironic because when the blonde and asian witch were together, their conversations never had anything normal about them. But Carter really wanted to trust the other, she was smart in a pragmatic and realistic way- smart in the exact way that Carter wasnāt- so the necromancer found herself highly valuing the other girlās thoughts and opinions- so much so she often seeked the other out first.Ā
Swinging the lavender colored door open to her suite, #344, on the top (3rd) floor of the bed and breakfast. The interior was simple, a colorless, characterless studio apartment. The furniture was all in shades of blacks and greys- there were no decorations on the walls of the tables- the curtains were lacey and black. Its not that Carter had anything against color or- decorationsā¦it just wasnāt exactly her thing. Whenever she tried to match colors and decorations and envision what she wanted her apartment to look like wellā¦her mind went blank, unable to make sense of it all. So she left it simple, an empty canvas.Ā
āLucrezia, hi, thanks for comingā¦ā Carter stepped aside to allow the blonde to enter, suddenly self-conscious of how plain her place looked in comparison to the bedazzling and glamorous older woman.Ā
At exactly three oāclock she arrived suite #344 on the third floor of the local bed and breakfast with three things of note on her persons.Ā She felt quite suddenly inundated by the numberĀ and her Italian superstitions were having none of it.Ā āAt least the room number varies,ā she hissed, looking down at her feet with a shiver.Ā
It had followed her.Ā The god damn rat had refused to leave her side sinceĀ the picnic a day prior.Ā It had taken half her energy to keep the vermin concealed the entire night (she still had to deep cleanse her Coach).Ā Now, sheād nearly given up.Ā If they were meant to be gathering and practicing magic, she could make peace with the idea this rat may be necessary. Luce didnāt like it, but she would suck it up.Ā Besides, it seemed no one would take notice of the charmed beast.
āIām shocked you live here,ā Luce noted, but it was not a judgement as much as honest.Ā āDo I have to make finding you a home my next task?āĀ Sheād been forced to adapt her outfit to the backpack slung to her shoulders, as it was the only item of fashion she had which could carry the Grimoire.Ā Ā As she swept into Carterās suite, she placed the bag delicately by the couch.Ā āIām sure I could figure out something moreā¦accommodating.ā
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Where: Coffeebar (brunch cafƩ)
When: Sunday, April 26th, after both meetings, 11:00AM
Status: closed for @jupitersari
Anxiety. The emotion filled every crevice of her being, seeking into every atom of her reality. Perhaps she was being dramatic for no reasonā all of this just in her head. But on the chance that it wasnātā well, she was scared. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves as she waited for the fellow dark-haired witch to join her. She had arrived first unsurprisingly in way, already sitting at their table, drink and menu in hand as she waited. Patiently. Silently. You have to tell her before the seanceā it would be wrong not to, she reminded herself haughtily. Lucrezia had made a valid point Friday night after the first meeting; her necromancing might potentially make a seance dangerous. She tapped her fingers against the clean glass cafe table, absent-mindedly scanning the menu a few times before setting it down, glancing around the quaint little restaurant. Where was she?
Did she regret Friday night? No. Did she forgive Ariadne? No. But did she want to know more about the witch hunters? Protect the others? Protect herself? Yes. And unfortunately for Carterās personal grudges against the astral witchā her self preservation instincts were stronger than her anger.
necromaancingā:
Where: Coffeebar (brunch cafƩ)
When: Sunday, April 26th, after both meetings, 11:00AM
Status: closed for @jupitersari
Anxiety. The emotion filled every crevice of her being, seeking into every atom of her reality. Perhaps she was being dramatic for no reasonā all of this just in her head. But on the chance that it wasnātā well, she was scared. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves as she waited for the fellow dark-haired witch to join her. She had arrived first unsurprisingly in way, already sitting at their table, drink and menu in hand as she waited. Patiently. Silently. You have to tell her before the seanceā it would be wrong not to, she reminded herself haughtily. Lucrezia had made a valid point Friday night after the first meeting; her necromancing might potentially make a seance dangerous. She tapped her fingers against the clean glass cafe table, absent-mindedly scanning the menu a few times before setting it down, glancing around the quaint little restaurant. Where was she?
Did she regret Friday night? No. Did she forgive Ariadne? No. But did she want to know more about the witch hunters? Protect the others? Protect herself? Yes. And unfortunately for Carterās personal grudges against the astral witchā her self preservation instincts were stronger than her anger.
Ā Ā Though usually quite punctual, Ari had hesitated before entering the cafe. She couldnāt imagine how this little meet-up would go - the dark cloud that had hung over Carter Saturday, and their near-blows altercation from Friday still rang painfully in Ariās mind. Never in her life, a privileged one sheād led, had someone come at her with such accusational venom. Even now, Ari felt nervous, reluctant to meet in private and choosing a public place for whatever would become the events of the late-morning.Ā
Ā Ā āCarter,ā Ari greeted, slipping into the chair across from her. Her smile, though tense, was not cold - she was careful to remain looking poised, and relaxed.Ā āHave you ordered? I do not feel hungry-ā How could she, with the growing pit gnawing away in her stomach?āĀ āBut please, feel free to eat. I believe we have much to discuss.āĀ
jupitersariā:
Ā Ā Though usually quite punctual, Ari had hesitated before entering the cafe. She couldnāt imagine how this little meet-up would go - the dark cloud that had hung over Carter Saturday, and their near-blows altercation from Friday still rang painfully in Ariās mind. Never in her life, a privileged one sheād led, had someone come at her with such accusational venom. Even now, Ari felt nervous, reluctant to meet in private and choosing a public place for whatever would become the events of the late-morning.Ā
Ā Ā āCarter,ā Ari greeted, slipping into the chair across from her. Her smile, though tense, was not cold - she was careful to remain looking poised, and relaxed.Ā āHave you ordered? I do not feel hungry-ā How could she, with the growing pit gnawing away in her stomach?āĀ āBut please, feel free to eat. I believe we have much to discuss.āĀ
āHi-ā She said snapping her head up from the menu, gently closing it and setting it aside as the astral witch approached and seated herself. There was an obvious air of awkwardness and tension, but Carter had no intention of attacking Ariadne- at least not today.Ā āYeah, uhm, I just got an appetizer, Iām still feeling a little weird after the last two days.ā She responded neutrally, trying to keep her expression and tone void of any aggression or awkwardness.Ā
āThanks for meeting with me to talk, believe it or not I actually donāt want to talk about your- confession. But rather, the seance thing.ā She paused, taking a deep breath, should she just dive right into it? Just blurt it out? Get straight to the point? She had no idea how to broach the subject of her powers to Ariadne- mostly because she had not a sliver of an idea of how the other might react; so she had no way to prepare or anticipate- she was going in blind.Ā
āAlmost. Itās a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. not yet. Soon, maybe.ā
ā Joan Bauer (via bnmxfld)
Where: Coffeebar (brunch cafƩ)
When: Sunday, April 26th, after both meetings, 11:00AM
Status: closed for @jupitersari
Anxiety. The emotion filled every crevice of her being, seeking into every atom of her reality. Perhaps she was being dramatic for no reasonā all of this just in her head. But on the chance that it wasnātā well, she was scared. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves as she waited for the fellow dark-haired witch to join her. She had arrived first unsurprisingly in way, already sitting at their table, drink and menu in hand as she waited. Patiently. Silently. You have to tell her before the seanceā it would be wrong not to, she reminded herself haughtily. Lucrezia had made a valid point Friday night after the first meeting; her necromancing might potentially make a seance dangerous. She tapped her fingers against the clean glass cafe table, absent-mindedly scanning the menu a few times before setting it down, glancing around the quaint little restaurant. Where was she?
Did she regret Friday night? No. Did she forgive Ariadne? No. But did she want to know more about the witch hunters? Protect the others? Protect herself? Yes. And unfortunately for Carterās personal grudges against the astral witchā her self preservation instincts were stronger than her anger.
when: thursday, april 24th, evening
where: park on the outskirts of town
status: closed for @aidaxaman
This might possibly be one of the craziest weeks of her lifeā or at least in a long while. First the meeting with Genevieve, then her weird conversation with Ari and Maia, her strange night in the cemetery with Cole and then Aida suddenly disappearing, and honestly a multitude of other things. The mystery of who was behind the post submission and article still weighed heavy in her mindā but heavier still was the mildly terrifying possibility of witch hunters. The thought of them and what she had read about Joseph Bishop had been lurking in the back of her skull for days now.
Sighing softly, the Thai witch placed a badly rolled joint to her lips, the gloss flashing bright in the glow of the moon, inhaling the cannabis smoke mixed with tobacco; then exhaling back into the crisp night air. She was waiting for Aidaā sure it was a strange place to meet, but there was a bit of awkwardness surrounding them due to current events. Many of the other witches were whispering about Aida and why she hadnāt been at the meeting, where she had gone, if she was involved or guilty in anyway- Carter didnāt listen to such nonsense. In fact it had made her a bit angry.
Was she hurt Aida had kept her out of the loop? Honestly a bit, but that didnāt mean she suspected her of anythingā there was no way Aida had a hand in any of this mess. āI know itās a weird place to meet and itās late but, I kind of just wanted to relax and feel like a teenager smoking pot at the neighborhood park againāā the necromancer began jokingly when she heard and saw the electric witch approaching. She took another drag of her spliff before awkwardly clearing her throat, leaning her back against one of the trees in the park.
āLong time no see.ā
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