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[babyitsmagic]

@shxfting

"what do you know about buttercup?"

[pettythieveswithpotential]

@ofviolentdeath​ gets Kit from the generator!

“When’s the last time you slept?”

[emissaryalder]

who?: @serkanxulusoy | @adamoromerof | @floratitus | @romeoverga | @hearthstonc where?: the meeting house

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"Call me crazy, but is it really necessary to come up with so many defensive strategies? I mean, don't get me wrong I could toss up vicious trap wards all around the city, but should I? Time is money, baby." Almost immediately, Alder throws up his hands and laughs boisterously. "Kidding! I like helping out around Lupercal. I'm just saying, magic is great and all, but no number of magical defenses can make a lycan population feel secure, even I know that much. And more people are moving here every day. From the sounds of it, we might see another boom after Lupercalia." Even when he sounded reasonable, Alder was playing an angle. From now until the end of the massive lycan pilgrimage, he'd have a closely trained eye on each member of the Lupo council. "Don't need to tell you that I'm sure. The next alpha will have a huge opening to fill. Any thoughts about that? They'd have to be well respected and knowledgable about the pack's history in Rome, right?"

[zahryaofdawn]

where: the faerie queen’s forest who: seraphim (blessed or fallen though he intended to sing exclusively to the blessed oops) when: the night of the solstice

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The Tree of Qliphoth, more of an entity than a plant. The remnants of some old god left to grow in the Otherworld for longer than even Zahrya could comprehend. Its roots span many worlds, connecting to even the furthest planes with its magical channels. Only on a night when the world gate burst open like this one could Zahrya be capable of manifesting it in this realm. It would be his conduit and binder for the spell he knew he’d inevitably cast. Cowardice and reasoning have been his enemies as of late. Action on his part without conferring with the others was clearly a necessary evil. He was a Chancellor and didn't need anyone's permission to wield his authority. 

While the party continues on and his counterparts and princes are otherwise preoccupied, Zahrya weaves a dome of fog around himself separated from the rest of the forest. He needn’t be disturbed. The Tree calls to him, yearning for Zahrya’s ancient magic to pass through it. Atop its inverted roots, the Chancellor nestles into place with a sounding bowl filled near to the brim in his lap. The tears of a Chancellor, sprigs of the extinct silphium, and the nectar of a golden ambrosias flower he grew from Laer's memories of Eden all swirl, and as Zahrya dips his fingertip into the liquid, he begins to run it slowly around the rim. The tone it emits sets the key for his song, and he begins singing a melody only seraphim would hear. 

Whether they are in this world or another, the Tree of Qliphoth will carry his tune to their ears. All he can do is beckon, it is their choice to answer the call or not. But he needs them to, for Laer’s memories have him spooked and his paranoia once again has him pulling away. So this invitation is extended from Zahrya and Zahrya alone. He is more than capable of conversing with these beings on behalf of his people. He is the one who will be their first line of defense against this new threat. All he needs to do is make his melody as enticing as possible to them, so he does. 

[malevolentmagic]

@heartfullofxfright​

“Mom wants us to spend Yule at her place this year. You wanna go or do you want me to get us out of it?”

[apeachiotomy]

😂 from Hwanwoong

Kwangmin tried the door back into the building once more, and then realized he was truly stuck up on the roof. He was not alone – at least he didn’t think he was. There was someone following him, wasn’t there? Had he got up onto the roof by himself? Was the other person behind the door? He didn’t know. The whole situation was giving him a bit of anxiety, especially since he couldn’t get back in. At least it wasn’t raining, he thought to himself, looking up at the sky again. It was a clear night, full of stars. And some of those stars… felt closer than they usually did. However, when he turned around to see if someone was behind him – it would explain that feeling he had been having – he realized they were in fact, not there. But where was this feeling of being watched coming from? Was he truly alone?

Something told him that he was not.

[noxianking]

@sinisterness liked for a starter!

It’s always tense leaving his estate.  These days he can never tell where his enemies lie.  therefore, he thinks it prudent to assume the answer--everywhere.  He travels with a guard today.  He commands the faceless man--thing, in his eyes--to wait outside.  Swain draws in a breath before opening the door, and letting himself into the home.

“Katarina.”  He offers.  He idly grasps inside his jacket with his natural hand.  Yes, good, he remembered his cane.  He doesn’t consider hismelf any safer in the du Couteau’s home, but he thinks it correct to display himself as weaker than he is for some complex ruse.  He plucks the cane from his jacket, and leans on it.  While he steps further in to find the young assassin.

“Care for a drink?”