justin prince

[ncstalgics]

This was the beginning of the end. Everything was so peaceful, so unharmed, free from orders, drama, training, demands, and constant berating from the powers-that-be. Life was free, living by her own rules, finally feeling like this burden that was given to her was a curse, but like a gift. She could live two lives; one of the unassuming and comforting local seamstress with a doting brother, and one of a protector, an angel of mercy. But at the chime of the church bell, she’d failed for the first time, now vampires were running rampant all over the island. There was no way she could prove now that she deserved to stay free. They would have her chains at any moment, maybe blame her for this grief. Adriel wouldn’t rest until everything was right once again, which was what lead her into the storm. Something was coming that was bound to make this even worse than it already was. She spun around at the sound of her brother’s voice, her breath nearly falling out of her chest. Justin. How could she tell him? She’d hid all of this from him for a reason; to keep him safe, to keep his birthright from being a burden on him. “JUSTIN!” she called back, her hand up as if to push him away, “Did you seriously come out into the storm by yourself!? You could get hurt! You need to go back inside now, I’ll be fine, I promise!!” She faced up towards the eye of the storm, “I have to do this.” 

[vvingsx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒❟

The storm had been brewing, you could say that, but the truth is that it was something more than just a freak of nature storm. Every action has an equal reaction; such as a nephilim who wouldn't normally be in Heaven, making the journey to Earth once more. His arrival came with something only those who knew would suspect as evil and they'd be correct. While it would only last a few hours normally, this had dragged out as he chased his prey to the island all angels murmured of but could not necessarily step foot on yet. He lurked, waiting for a sign of the disappearing cambion to reappear only for his attention to fall on clear yelling. In fact, it seemed so close to him despite the distance between them. Romeo moved with inhuman grace, speed picking up as he entered the eye of the storm so to speak, white glowing eyes glancing between the two seemingly unlucky beings who found themselves inside it, wordlessly. For a moment he had reached a stalemate only for the cambion to reappear, twisted and distorted; something of half a human and half a demon like creature.

Without warning, he retrieved his disk by raising his arm to the sky to catch the falling weapon with ease. His sights set upon the creature and Romeo let out a huff. He wouldn't escape.

With an effortless flick, Romeo sent the disk flying and in a flash of lightning, and the creature's eyes widened. Another flash revealed the creature falling to it's knees before the creature and it's head separated. Romeo was tired in a sense, no longer wanting to chase the creature around the island. It WAS the best way to end the battle and the storm of his arrival. This however meant that over the roaring silence of the storm around them, he needed to make a choice.

"There will be more," the cloaked and masked figured man declared to the two near by. "Are you ready?" @princeofsomewhere

[princeofsomewhere]

"You could get hurt!" He threw back into Adriel's face. Somwhere between the crash of light and the figure appearing before them, Justin's panic had melted away, replaced with a fear unlike anything he'd ever felt. He'd been surrounded by magic from his adoptive mother for as long as he could remember, but this wasn't magic...it was something else entirely.

Justin watched in horror as the demonic creature was beheaded by the seemingly even more demonic figure. While they were distracted, he looked back to Adriel, "We have to get out of here. Now."

"Ready?" Justin's heart stopped when the figure had turned its attention to the two of them. "What the fuck are we supposed to do?" @sunkcntrcasurcs

[princeofsomewhere]

@sunkcntrcasurcs

"ADRIEL!" Justin shouted at the top of his lungs across the street. The town felt as though it was about to be washed away, the rain was thrown sideways by the harsh wind as lightning flashed across the sky. "ADRIEL - WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE!? GET INSIDE NOW!" His voice was carried away in the wind, panic beginning to rise in his chest. He couldn't lose her, not his sister. She meant everything to him. The strange feeling he'd felt in his body since the storm had begun returned tenfold, and it inexplicably gave him the courage to step out into the street - a street that was an ankle-deep river. He didn't care about anything - all he knew was that he had to get to his sister. Suddenly, as the storm seemed to reach its worst, everything came to a stop. The rain droplets seemed to hang in the air, suspended as if time itself was frozen. The water rushing across his feet stopped, and the lightning seemed to fade away into the background. "Adriel!" Now his voice could carry across the eerie silence. And yet she still didn't look at him. He had never moved so fast, perhaps the adrenaline was kicking in - but it seemed like he willed himself to be by her side and he'd almost flown across the street in the blink of an eye. "Adriel, I think this is the eye of the storm, come on - we have to get back inside."

[cursethefadingofthelightt]

Aniya shook her head, "not your fault. Just the atmosphere. How most horror stories start isn't it? A dark and stormy night..." least the ones she had heard, admittedly those were few and far between, but she had been trying to do anything to jog her memories.

"Oh you don't need to do that" she replied, seeing he was close to dropping everything. She didn't really understand the custom anyway. "Sure, I can do that" it was the right thing to do, and she had to try. "Aniya".

[princeofsomewhere]

"I suppose you've got a point there," he chuckled in agreement, thanking her with his eyes when she politely freed him from the handshake. "Lovely to meet you, Aniya."

"Do you have family on the island? Are they safe in a shelter?"

[ncstalgics]

EVENT: The Storm LOCATION: The Library  TIME: Evening - 10pm OPEN TO: Anyone at the Library shelter (feel free to assume connections)

Of course the cell phone reception had gone nearly dark. Not that she particularly worried about Alwin and her brother. Natalia and her brother were The Bloody Serpentores, he would survive just fine on his own, and she had not an ounce of fear when it came to Alwin’s safety. And yet there she stood in the corridors of the library in the dead of night, with what little moonlight that was left shining in through the windows. Whilst others attempted to rest their heads wherever they could seek comfort, Natalia stood in the clothes she had arrived in; a satin skirt of mauve, a white tank top, and she had abandoned the dainty beige heel in favor of her bare feet, walking quietly along the wooden floors as to not disturb anyone. She didn’t want to be bothered whilst doing what she did best; exploring things she probably shouldn’t be sticking her nose in. But she couldn’t resist the allure of old books that looked like no one had touched them in decades. Her deceptively delicate fingers pulled out a rather scandalous romantic novel bound on a hard cover. She sat, concealed by the bookshelves, her mind deep within another world. It was rare to remember that the Serpentore girl was a princess before she was a broken-hearted murderer, mostly because she was able to switch between the two so seamlessly once she heard the creak of a footstep. “Hello?” she said sharply, but lowly, becoming so still like a statue in case she needed to keep the element of surprise.

[princeofsomewhere]

The night was drawing in, Penny had supplied most of the library with enough booze to send them off to sleep no matter the lack of mattresses. The storm was still howling outside, and no matter how hard he tried, Justin just couldn't relax. He was still unable to shake the feeling of electricity crackling through his body. It was like he was having a constant static shock but deep inside.

In the moonlight he caught sight of a figure dancing through the shelves, recognizing her instantly from the day of the explosion. The Serpentore Sister. Probably up to no good. Clutching at his Mom's protection charm, he slipped out of his chucks before creeping across the library. He was surprised to find her sitting and reading a book...hardly the terrifying vampire he'd heard stories of. The charm was doing its job, protecting him and keeping him quiet, but even with magical help - the vampire's hearing was too good once he'd stepped on a creaky floorboard. Shit.

"I-It's me..." He stepped out from behind the shelf, narrowing his eyes untrustingly.

[cursethefadingofthelightt]

Part of her wanted to just stay hidden at home. It would be easier, a room full of people she didn't know sounded terrifying. It was just a storm wasn't it? She'd lived through worse, least she thought she had, she just couldn't remember. Something had to have happened. Still, staying at home meant they might notice and send people out looking, and the last thing she wanted was to cause issues for anyone, and with reluctance she had left.

Almost as soon as she had gone in someone spoke, making her jump. "Oh... I'm fine, thank you" she replied with a soft smile. "Do you need a hand?" well she at least try, as terrifying as it sounded to have to talk to people.

[princeofsomewhere]

Justin gave the girl an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Taking the folded towel and placing it back on the table, he picked up a stack of candles and a box of matches.

"Actually that would be great, I'm gonna do a lap and make sure everyone's got some kind of light before it starts to get too dark. You can help with that if you'd like?" He awkwardly balanced the candles in one hand, holding out the other for a shake. "I'm Justin."

[ricochct]

Alexander knew that something about the storm was off, yet he couldn’t quite bring hismelf care. Ask him tomorrow if he had not been allowed to return back home by then and he may give a different answer, but for now? He was fine. As he entered the library his hair and clothes alike were more or less soaked. He did not care. Some may even say he felt most like himself when soaking wet.

He stopped in his tracks as item after item was handed to him, not quite sure how he felt about charity directed at him. “Please. I’m not made of sugar, I won’t melt.” He dabbed his face with the blanket he’d been given, thinking that somebody ought to inform this town about the existence of towels. 

[princeofsomewhere]

Justin was taken aback by the brashness of the guy he'd tried to be nice to. More fool him for thinking in a crisis like this people would be grateful for some kindness. He gave a slight harrumpf before looking at the guy. Why was it always the prettiest ones that were the meanest? Justin was exhausted, and grumpy, and the storm was making him feel all weird inside - all of this built up and came out in the form of -

"Well if you don't want it to take it, there's loads who'll actually appreciate it."

[princeofsomewhere]

location : library

for : open

Justin had been quick to get himself to the library as soon as the alert went out, knowing they'd need help of sorts to hand out supplies. Storms weren't his thing, and there was something deeper going on. He'd been up most of the night having all kinds of nightmares - even now he felt odd. It was almost as if the storm was calling to him, telling him to stand outside in it. He'd always been terrified of storms, Adriel had spent most of their younger years teasing him about it. But now it felt different. It was as if the lightning was igniting something in his blood, every inch of his body felt like it had electricity crackling through it.

"Are you okay?" He smiled warmly as another resident entered the doors of the library, handing them a blanket from the pile, along with a sandwhich and a flashlight.

[ncstalgics]

“Everyone is so quick to introduce themselves by name here,” Natalia observed. Her reputation must not have made it this far into the country, either that or there must have hardly ever been vampires around here. Normally, a land plagued with them would offer a fair warning that the Serpentore Siblings were coming to town. It would give them a chance to kiss their families goodbye. “I am Natalia Serpentore. By the smell of you, I’d wager you’re a human surrounded by a dozen witches, wolves, and…” she sniffed once more, “mermaids? How odd, to have them all at once… what is this place?”

[princeofsomewhere]

"Well it'd be a bit weird if they introduced themselves another way," he smirked, proud of his own snark. As soon as she said her name, he felt his heart drop. "S-Serpentore?" The family name had been scrawled in old grimoires as a warning from generations before, and Adriel had told him stories about them to scare him when they were younger. "This place is a home for everyone," he tried to sound brave, but his stomach was somewhere down the road trying to leave the island. "I've heard about your family before." He was fast beginning to regret his snarkiness.

[princeofsomewhere]

"Well it'd be a bit weird if they introduced themselves another way," he smirked, proud of his own snark. As soon as she said her name, he felt his heart drop. "S-Serpentore?" The family name had been scrawled in old grimoires as a warning from generations before, and Adriel had told him stories about them to scare him when they were younger. "This place is a home for everyone," he tried to sound brave, but his stomach was somewhere down the road trying to leave the island. "I've heard about your family before." He was fast beginning to regret his snarkiness.

[cursethefadingofthelightt]

"Mostly because it's a pigeon, and they have a lot of predators" that much he knew. "Isn't hatred, that's a very strong emotion. It's indifference" perhaps that was worse, hatred at least meant you cared one way or another, with hatred there was nothing. Still, it was only a pigeon. "Ah, so you think I'm scary?" well he wasn't too opposed to that, he just liked knowing his reputation.

At that he raised an eyebrow, "no, and I'd say you need to get out more... or use the internet" that was the thing now wasn't it? Beyond it's existence he didn't really care about it, but it seemed to be popular.

[princeofsomewhere]

Justin's dark eyes moved slowly from the man's feet to his stormy eyes a few times. Once more for safety. "A little bit scary, yeah." He chuckled awkwardly, "Just stop talking Justin." He said to himself under his breath.

"I'd love to get out more, but I'm kinda stuck on the island. At least until I win the lottery." He chided. "And believe it or not, I don't spend my evenings browsing Youtube videos of Welsh dialects."

[cursethefadingofthelightt]

"Perhaps, but what you're talking about is something their ancestors were, not those ones" or they were, he really didn't know what the lifespan of a pigeon was. Not something he had ever cared that much about. Where, that was a question he could handle, when... that was something else. "Wales, you never heard that accent before?" sure he had travelled all over, but he'd always worked to maintain his accent. A part of home. "Though now I'm more curious why you think that's rude".

[princeofsomewhere]

"How do you know this little pigeon here isn't 400 years old?" He challenged with a chuckle. "I sense a great hatred towards these poor birds coming off you," he shooed them away with a quick wave. "To safety from the scary man, little ones, fly! FLY!" He mimicked the voice of the witch from the wizard of oz.

"Wales...hmm..." he thought for a moment, "I've heard of Wales...does that count?"

[viiolentdelights]

OH it was Justin! Now she found herself biting her tongue, scolding herself mentally for being so wrapped up in her own world and thoughts that she couldn’t see what was truly going on around her. “I’m sorry, Justin. I didn’t realize it was you.” He was always sweet and kind to everyone, and Clarissa admired that about him. “Let me get you a cup of coffee,” becaause maybe that would help some? Or not at all, but she’s already fluttering around behind the counter to pour him a cup. “I’m okay, I promise. I had to have the windows boarded up but it’ll be a few days until someone can fix them. Are you and your shop alright? I didn’t get a chance to look on my way in.”

"Actually I-" He trailed off as he saw her already sorting out the coffee. "Coffee would be great." His smiled, taking the mug with a grateful smile and a quiet "Thanks".

"The shops alright, just a little crack in one window but it's nothing that'll need replacing just yet. I'm just glad there wasn't anyone else seriously hurt...I can't work out." It didn't make sense that only one person would be so heavily injured and everyone else would get away scrape free. "So the shop's okay...but are you okay" He sipped the coffee, burning his tongue slightly. "Were you close with Nancy?"

[princeofsomewhere]

"Actually I-" He trailed off as he saw her already sorting out the coffee. "Coffee would be great." His smiled, taking the mug with a grateful smile and a quiet "Thanks".

"The shops alright, just a little crack in one window but it's nothing that'll need replacing just yet. I'm just glad there wasn't anyone else seriously hurt...I can't work out." It didn't make sense that only one person would be so heavily injured and everyone else would get away scrape free. "So the shop's okay...but are you okay" He sipped the coffee, burning his tongue slightly. "Were you close with Nancy?"

[ncstalgics]

"I don't know, I always pinned you as a Sleeping Beauty type, but maybe we're leaning more towards Snow White these days," she jested. Adriel sighed, crossing her legs as she delicately removed one strand of hair away from her face. "Interesting, to say the least... I'm tailoring more outfits for a funeral than I thought was even morally possible."

[princeofsomewhere]

"Hey!" He protested grumpily, "I don't sleep that much." He gave a soft hmmpf and crossed his arms. Though they weren't of blood relation, they were as true siblings as you could get. "Oh God - this whole thing's got Mom freaking out. Did she have the talk with you yet about the protective rings?"

[cursethefadingofthelightt]

Misunderstood... well there was something that he understood too well... oh absolutely not, he was not going to have something in common with a pigeon of all things. "True nature maybe once, but things change, animals ate good at adapting".

Still the embarrassment was adorable. Pretty boy... prettier neck. "Try what? Feeding the pigeons? Not especially" well he'd never had an interest in them before, other than being useful if he found himself desperate for blood.

[princeofsomewhere]

"Yeah, I think adapting is good - but that doesn't mean they can just erase the past versions of themselves. We're everyone we've ever been - that's what I think anyway." He shrugged, furrowing his thick brow. "I won't force you...but I can't figure out your accent. Whereabouts are you from? - if that's not rude to ask..."

[sangesiapa-deactivated20240210]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍❟

Dante didn't blame the guy for asking him for a description but he couldn't give it. "I didn't see the body myself but from what I remember, carving symbols into someone's flesh either means two things. Concealing or revealing," Never mind the fact that he didn't know this guy, Dante needed someone to bounce ideas off of. "It's like a horseshoe you'd see tacked above a doorframe. The Irish use it as a ward, not just a pretty decoration. That wouldn't be weird if the church and bell hadn't been destroyed though. It's silly but the Irish believe iron and church bells can repel fairies."

[princeofsomewhere]

"Fairies?" Justin deadpanned as he stared at the guy in front of him. "I've seen a lot of things coming and going from this island - but fairies?" He supposed it could be a possibility. When he'd been young, his adoptive mother had told stories about witch magic originating in a far off land - a land filled with fairies. But he had thought they were just fairytales. Then again, there was a time when mermaids were just that, and vampires and werewolves had been things of horror movies and questionable YA fiction.

[angelalec]

[ccorpses]

He was in town for business.

This was the story Auden told if he had come across anyone who was curious enough to ask. Luckily for him, this decade of young people were entirely self involved, plus their attention was spent on either Twitter and Tiktok. Curiosity was thrown off of the table. Besides, it wasn’t a total lie. He was involved in the business of finding his long lost, truest love. This was the reason he found himself in this godforsaken town in the first place.

With his half a century experience with immortality, Auden hadn’t experienced anything like Bar Harbor. Every corner one turned, there was another monster to greet them. Instead of lions and tigers and bears, it was witches and werewolves and vampires. And merfolk. And fairies. And krakens. Oh my!

Auden found normalcy in the stranger on the bench. His beating heart sounded like a symphony and pumping arteries smelt of the delicacy of human blood. Like a moth to the flame, a predator to its prey, Auden approached with a grin.

“Ah, you gave it up too easy,” he scolded playfully. “You gotta make ‘em work for it a little. Make it do a spin or something.” 

[princeofsomewhere]

"They're cute, but I don't know if Cirque de Pigeon is going to be coming to Bar Harbor anytime soon," he laughed at the stranger's comment. Again, there seemed to be an influx of new people to the island. Justin would never assume to know everybody, but there wasn't a massive community of people on the island, especially in the main town, and suddenly there seemed to be people (and creatures) from all walks of life appearing.

"You're a new face." Sometimes he came across grumpy, but truly he was just a bit awkward and shy.

[sangesiapa-deactivated20240210]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍❟

Truth be told, Dante thought a lot more people knew the truth than they cared to let on. He could hear the whispers as if they were right there next to him, whispering to him instead. "I think everyone knows more than they care to admit." There had been a part of him that hadn't wanted to admit that but he was fishing, mostly, for snippets he could use to put the pieces of the puzzle together with. Putting his phone away, Dante faced the man fully now. "A gas explosion doesn't carve symbols on someone, does it? I heard one of the people who found the body say Nancy Elsher had weird symbols on her body and not a single burn." Dante pointed out, eyebrow raising. "Do you know what iron is for? Or rather, the use for it in Ireland or Germany?"

[princeofsomewhere]

"Symbols?" He scowled, horrified at the thought. His mind was racing a million miles an hour, trying to remember the various forms of magic his mother had taught him about over the years. "Ancient runic magic of some kind? Sacrificial? Dark?" Runes appeared all through the history of magic. "I don't...what do they use it for?"