Peacemaker

Slow down, don't forget me now I don't wanna fade out of your memory, your memory

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“You’re gonna get stuck in your own head if ya don’t come clean sugar.-- That’s how it goes.”

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☀ ||Sunshine-x-Joshua|| ☀

Joshua watched from a short distance, annoyed. Why did they think it was an appropriate thing to ask. He had the small urge to mess with them. To warp their reality. But refrained.”Seems like a perfectly good waste of space to me.” He said, referring to the person.

 It seemed that her reply had discouraged them enough, and with a quiet snort, Anne gives her full attention to the male, arms crossing underneath her chest. “--well, you’ve always been’a little patience. Not a thing wrong with a little dreamin’ righ’ s u n s h i n e?”

[sinister-rpg]

▬▬▬ ❖Antoinette, Marie, Laveau

age & dob. Ninteen ( August 26th species. Witch occupation. Student, shopkeep status. High Priestess

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( + ) wise, driven, kind, easy going, calculative, protective ( - ) shy, explosive, unconfident, awkward, naive

current plot line.

Formerly the reigning power of New Orleans, Atoinette salvaged the lives of few of her coven members –while others fell to the hunts. New Orleans was no longer safe, long known for it’s magic and of course was one of the first places to be purged. In order to survive, Anne and who remained, fled to the immediate ‘sancutary’: Staten Island–taking others who would have her underneath her wing. Finding herself yet again in a position of power, in order to regroup and keep her people’s safety at a forefront, she has her forces as non participant during the current scuffle between the other supernatural citizens, only becomming active when especially requested by those who seek minimal assitance. facts. ⊱ Antoinette was chosen at the premature age of six for her extrodinary talent, by Marie Laveau’s familiar:the serpent Zombi. For the most part, her asencion was kept secret for fear of her assasination. Coming to sieze the throne at the age of ninteen, those fears were confirmed by the outrage of vast majority of the, then, bustling witching community. The first attempt was nearly successful, resulting in the hesitance of controling the element of water, while excelling as a daughter of earth.

⊱There are still small portions of tension throughout the coventary concerning Antoinette’s ability to control the witching forces from both old and new members. Anne takes it in stride and continues to listen to the qualms of her people to snuff those insecurities.

⊱ She does not agree with the random attacks the Farkas have been comitting, hoping to avoid further grievences between packs, Anne continues business with the alpha in hopes to get through to her with words over time and end potential outbreaks of war before they begin.

「♕ ⋮ TAKEN by Nia

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“Honestly, m’not sure what ya want me ta say. M’not gonna go broke on a spell jus’ so you’ll look young enough ta trick or treat darlin’.”

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Grumbly-Grey

Greyson lips tightened into a grimace. He nodded once in reply to her apology, still vexed by the indirect accusation, but glad that she was respectful enough to apologize and drop it. He had a difficult time staying angry at Antoinette for more than a few seconds; she was a master of dousing the flames of temper whenever it flared up.

“Pretty sure he’s at the diner right now,” Greyson answered, reaching into his pocket to check his cellphone’s time real quickly. “Other than that, I couldn’t really tell you. He hasn’t been sticking to his normal schedule. One minute he’s here, the next, he’s gone. I could just be losing my mind – which is probably the most likely possibility at this point.”

“Pft,” Anne snorts, a hand running through her hair before pushing herself up to stand. The witch, tall in her right, sashays right over to Greyson, hands falling into the back pockets of her jeans, and finally, looks him dead in eye. “First one off the rails wins sweetheart.” For madness, in this day and age, happened to be chasing them all. Making a quiet sound through her teeth before glancing towards the way she’d come. “M’gonna head out, make sure your werewolf ass get’s some sleep, an’ for Christ sakes, call me if ya need somethin’.”

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Curly-Q

Drawing himself up to his feet, Finn achingly made his way to the door, putting on a fresh shirt since the infected blood had seeped into his other one. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” He huffed in annoyance. It was probably Layla – but at the same time, she would have easily just come in herself. Throwing open the door, surprise registered in his face. “What are you doing here?”

Wow, she’d thought it’d be another dud. Greyson’s  original suggestion of his beta being at the diner hadn’t bared fruit. Next guess--well, winner, winner chicken dinner. “Uh, hi ta ya too Curly Q.” The witch mumbles. “Thought you’d be happier ta see me.”

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Grumbly-Grey ;

“I’d never pretend to be a killer,” Greyson replied angrily, the hair on the back of his neck raised from the assumption. “I was raised better than that,” the words left his lips with a confused infliction present in the way he spoke them. He hated to admit it to himself, but what Eva had said had gotten to him.  He might have killed Gideon to save Finn and the pack, but he hadn’t hesitated to do so. He didn’t even think twice about it when he heard his neck snap at the spine.

“I want to say he’s fine, but he’s a fucking idiot and isn’t resting long enough to give it time to heal the right way,” he said, rolling his shoulders back as he thought about the way Finn reacted when he asked about it. He shook his head when she asked about his state. “Nah, I’m fine.  I heal a little faster now being an alpha, I guess. Even so, Morgan and Viv have this annoying ability to know when I’m hurt. I’ve never had a scrape of the knee for more than a day since I was fucking ten with those two around. Don’t worry about me. Just take care of Finn if you can.”

  There was a long beat of silence, she always her guilty conscious be her punishment for a few moments. She deserves his angry retort--but Anne’s prod at the sensitive subject, was only because she was worried. Greyson was no murderer, she knew this to be true, but she also knew that because of that, her long time friend’s heart was in danger of breaking. Taking life, turned people into someone else if they let it over time.   “Okay, m’sorry.” And that’s where it ended. She was finished with pushing him for now, as a leader herself, she knew when it was time to direct her  attention to more immediate and easier to handle issues. She would keep Grey in mind as she always did, and allow him his own private time for now to come to terms with his new position before the witch attempted to council him again.    “All right, Finn just needs a little magic touch,” Antoinette hums, giving her fingers a flex. “Where can I find that stubborn puppy these days, huh? Good old Curly Cue ain’t been answerin’ his phone.” She’d know, she’d tried calling him before leaving Staten to conduct her surprise visit to the man she now held in conversation. Couldn’t count on his help these days apparently.

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Viv ;

“Hmmm, alright, alright.. I’ll whisper softer. Whoa, what exactly is running around in here? Can it bite? – Its definitely not sly enough to get away from two people, much less us. I’ll check the corners over on that side..”

“--Uh, you know just...”Anne gives her hand a wave as though in dismissal. “Fire imp. So, watch your fingers...and flamables.” Sure hope Viv hadn’t partook in any hairspray usage today, that could be a disaster. “I’ll check on the shelves, case it’s hidden up there. You’re a life saver sweetheart.”

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Grumbly-Grey ;

Greyson was quiet while he listened to her, back turned to her while he pretended to be busy with some paperwork that didn’t really matter. When her last sentence trailed off, it took him a second to fill in the blanks. He stopped toying with the papers immediately, turning slowly to face her, hesitating once as if he wished he hadn’t heard the doubt in her voice. “I thought you knew me better than that,” the wolf said shortly, his tone lowering, offended. His eyes dropped from hers as he shook his head. “Gideon lost his fucking mind and tried to kill half the pack. Finn is still recovering,” he continued after a brief moment of silence, but said nothing more on the subject.  He could have said it was an act of self defense, that it was to save Finn, or that it was for justice, but he didn’t. He didn’t really believe any of those things.

“Yeah, but you always wanna pretend otherwise, so I don’t really got’a choice but ta play dumb, don’t I?” So, he could feel ANY type of way he was going to--it was because she knew him, that she was aware of how to get what she wanted, (if if minimal) out of him. When the answer comes, Anne doesn’t need him to speak on it anymore than he has. Whether it was self defense or not, that reasoning alone was justifiable enough to hold without uneasiness towards her companion. “Does he need healin’? Any one else for that matter? I’ll go see ‘em when I’m done with you. You’re banged up too, aint’cha?”

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Kealen

Suppressing an annoyed groan his eyes narrowed, “And what is the point?”

GODS help him. “We’re in’ta August now --we all gotta start thinkin’ about prep for  Samhain.”

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Grumbly-Grey

“A little respect would be appreciated, though,” Greyson grumbled at her, standing to move away from her. “I don’t need anything. It goes without saying who my allies are. We don’t need to talk about it.”

“And ya got it.” She retorts immediately. “Ya got all of it actually, but--” Anne has to pause to collect herself. Getting too emotional would make it more difficult to portray herself professionally. “Honestly, this is where I saw ya. Not exactly like this, but I knew ya were meant t’lead. But ya can’t tell me, ya figured out how ta do that already. At least tell me ...”That he hadn’t murdered someone to come out on top. That would be reassuring.

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Grumbly-Grey

“Yeah, god forbid anyone listen to the alpha around here,” Greyson said bitterly, looking up at her with a challenging glare. “There’s nothing to talk about. It is what it is.”

“Thank Christ m’no wolf, if not, that woulda been valid.” Still, a sigh escapes her. “I know, it’s not gonna change the past, but m’thinkin’ ‘bout what’s ahead of ya now. Ya need someone who’s got your back.”

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Viv

“I’m not speaking at a normal voice level?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s the problem. We’re aimin’ for whisperin’ ‘bout now  mon cherie. I, uh, let sumthin’ skitter ‘round in the ritual room..so we’re gunna have ta fix that. Crafty shit.”

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Kealen

“I’m not the one raising my voice.”

“You’re also not the one, tryin’ ta get straight ta the point here either apparently.”

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“What do you want?” Greyson asked before the witch had even made it through the door fully. “Go back to Staten Island. Brooklyn’s for werewolves.”

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“Haven’t we known each other long enough for ya ta figure, m’gonna do the opposite Grey?” Anne says as though she’s puzzled. Taking the seat along side him as though he had invited her presence, the witch gives him a firm look, lips turned downwards. “If I have ta magic ya, ta get ya to talk ta me, by the gods I’ll do it.”

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[dexterxwells-deactivated2022102]

Theo watches her look through the items on the shelf. He’s already assuming the worst when she speaks. “This would be the first time.” He sighed in relief, though the relief is short lived. 

“How much is a little more?” He doesn’t know who he’s kidding. Not himself. He’ll do without some meals if he has to protect her. Maybe he’s just getting paranoid, but he really does think there is something very bad going on in this city. “I’m definitely interested.” 

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“First for everythin’,” the witch retorts easily. Eyes move from him to the tailsman, as though to gauge it’s value with but a simple look. “Twenty dollars more sweetheart, it’s already goin’ on three hundred.” Naturally, though it’s business, she feels a little badly for charging so much in price. But things are no longer the way they used to be with rare artifacts being obviously obtained. Not when it was difficult for a witch to venture anywhere and  return alive. Smaller stock meant greater charge--unfortunately there was no way around that. “If ya still want it under that number-- s’all yours.”