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Trials - Closed
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Hank was good with tools. Got it from his dad of course. So as soon as he had been old enough to hold a hammer, he often helped Michael building homes for the less fortunate. It was a scorching day, and Hank was clad in a sleeveless shirt and kakis, with heavy work-boots. He smiled when he saw his friend approach, and waved “-hey! Dad said you’d be helping out. Find it alright?”
⁂ <3 Miaswordmaiden You're gonna terrify her, but it's cool
It took a lot. A lot of Kringle’s special brew, that is. The old man wasn’t even aware that some of his bottles had been smuggled away. ‘Red’ tipped back the flask of burning, freezing liquid and took another long drink. It helped distract from the phantom ache in his face. He had a new eye fashioned but his body still wanted the old one back.
He was making his way through the dark city streets and enjoying the cool night air when he almost walked right into someone. He avoided the collision and made a bow.
“My apologies,” he said while tapping the brim of his hat. He looked at the woman and immediately tucked his flask away. “There I was distracted by drink. And now, distracted by beauty.”
He smiled a sharp smile. “You are a stirring creature, aren’t you.”
!!! Umm either or both
Send, “!!!” and my muse will tell you a pro and a con of having sex with them
Althea
Pro: As a lady, Lake has some good understanding of how the ladybits work and what they like.
Con: Lake is TERRIBLE at naughty bedroom talk. It ends up sounding like a very confused sailor who ended up in a 1950s sitcom. (or the obvious one with Althea, ‘Opps! There goes my lifeforce!’)
Sam
Pro: Lots of enthusiasm and energy!!!
Con: She’s not the best to try to actually sleep with. She talks in her sleep, drools, occasionally kicks, and does not like cuddlers. Also, if she wakes up from a dream or a nightmare and has forgotten that the other person was there, they might get attacked with a broom.
Althea ( @childofawoundedgod )
Althea furrowed her brow before giving a decisive nod. “Yes. She feared the enchantment that granted her access would fade. I fear I see no relevance to athletics.”
Zoran nearly facepalmed, but he just kept on a broad, stupid grin that indicated his amusement and disbelief that the pun went right over her head. “Althea-- seriously? You play basketball with a ball. And Cinderella ran away from the ball. Get it?”
⁂ One of mine
Swirling the Reposado around in the snifter, Gabe watched the golden liquid move. This was what, his third? It felt like his third. But before him was the always charming and certainly lovely Althea. He sighed a bit as he looked at her. Still sober enough to know better than to reach out and touch the hair that had fallen free into her face, he grinned at her instead.
“I hope you will tell me why, of all the places in the world you could go, you picked America. Not that I will ever complain, you are a source of light and beauty amid the dark of this city,” again he smiled, holding the glass up in salute to her.
With The Help Of Your Good Hands (childofawoundedgod)
Elsewhere in Time and Space
Drifting in the afterlife, two souls meet. Not for the first time, and not for the last.
One, a spirit of unification, a being who treated prisoners fairly and became a great king. The other, a prolific writer, beloved and studied for centuries to come. The reason they have met rests in a hotel called Crossroads.
“Ah, Kamehameha. Are you going to give her your power?” The Bard asks.
“It is not that simple, Shakespeare, and you know it. We may have it in our destinies to aid her, but we would still require a connection. She would need an artifact of mine, and you know as well as I do that removing an artifact from the Sacred Islands brings a curse.”
“Really? I would have thought it was just general clumsiness of the tourists that causes that.” Shakespeare laughs.
“Perhaps. But the curse makes them return the items taken, whether or not it is real. What I am saying is that in order for her to gain my power, she would have to visit my islands first.” The great king of Hawaii responds.
“Wait, something is happening.” Shakespeare points as another spectral form approaches the hotel.
It drifts through the walls, and both of the spirits feel a shifting in the fabric of time, that only a Class Six or higher could ever achieve.
“Oh, it is one of those beings. Tempus Fugitive.” Kamehameha shudders. “What is it doing?”
Shakespeare shakes his head. “It is strange, but I feel her presence, in my own time. It may have been trying to remove her from the equation, but she is there.”
“Then this may get interesting indeed.”
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By the time the spectral sensors had gone off, it was already too late to stop the ghost from forcing a timeskip. Angela had been launched back through time, or a part of her, anyway. Her soul is skimming the ethereal wake, while her body remains back in 2017.
As she tries to reorient herself, she can hear all sorts of strange things. Horses stamping around on old streets, an outdoor marke with vendors selling many types of fowl, and is that some kind of play rehearsal? She makes her way through the walls of the old building and stops, staring.
She knows what this is. The Globe Theater.The original one! She’s back in old England.
There’s something else that’s familiar here. Or someone. Angela can see her ahead. Though they’ve only met once, she remembers her.
“Althea! Over here!” She waves, trying to the get the other’s attention.
A Song in Shadows -Elisa & Elaine-
The Paranet was a constantly fluctuating group. With all of the things coming out from behind the veil of darkness to attack mortal-kind, those with minor talents were often the first on the list to sate the appetites of those creatures. It was not without doing a lot of good, however. Now more than ever, those who weren’t strong enough to qualify for the White Council and those with supernatural blood mixed into their family tree were getting the help and guidance they needed. Sometimes it wasn’t what the person wanted, or thought they needed, but there is hardly ever a case when a person couldn’t use at least another friend who understands.
Elisa had been referred to Elaine by a couple within the Paranet. She wasn’t sure both references even knew the other had spoken to her about the woman. She didn’t make mention of that question to either though. It was best to simply hear them out and talk to Elisa herself. The woman was a singer and Los Angeles was no stranger to talent like that. Elisa would be in the city for work, and while she wasn’t always the best at approaching people with ‘hello, I’m Elaine the wizard. I’d like to talk to you today about your gift,’ she’d try.
Elaine put on her best face and stood outside the door of Elisa’s dressing room just as she was getting off stage at a rehearsal. In her defense, she thought it would be less stressful than at a nightly performance.
“Excuse me, Miss. My friend Josie said she told you I’d like to have a word with you. Is now a good time?”
Texts
[Text] Sister [Text] I’ve just undergone a slightly confusing exchange with Thomas [Text] Is his birthday sometime nowabouts? [Text] What date, precisely? Have I forgotten or did I not know to begin with? [Text] Evidently, I’ve given him a gift. [Text] Rather, the gift was intentional, but the birthday was not.
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