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[muppeteyes1001]

It was late afternoon, and the Summer season was on it's very last leg before giving in to Autumn. In her apartment on the very last floor, one would see that the living den was currently put in organized chaos. Stacks of papers and manila folders are strewn on the sofa, table, and several splayed on the floor. A few carboard boxes stuffed with books and some random items were left out and open. Her linen closet next to her bedroom was also left partially askew.

Kitt herself was in the said bedroom, sifting through paper packets, glossing over each page as she did with an annoyed stitch in her brow. Walking back and forth along the length of her mattress, her heeled boots would click against the wooden floor boards. All the while softly mumbling to herself as her emerald shaded eyes quickly scanned over the printed words. A gloved hand to her chin as she focused on her search for information.

[skippy-says-hello]

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Grim was many things. An assassin, a time traveler, an amateur demon hunter, and even a chemist. She was fortunate she had not gotten a big name. At least, she assumed she had not. It did not seem that many people knew about her in the places and times she went to.

This seemed to be no different. The small woman had been wandering the city streets at the dead of night. It was a routine for her, at that point. Figure out what was where, possibly find someone in her target’s gang, then return to wherever she was staying. She was not expecting to find anything supernatural that night.

Not that she would let her guard down. Just in case.

[the-purple-hero]

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{🔥}—; Spyro padded happily through the green meadow of the Artisan home, near the large main castle of the place. “Uh huh, Hunter couldn’t believe I beat ‘em by that much. Remember the look on his face pal?” He laughed along with his best friend Sparx, who could be heard buzzing and giggling.

They were just coming back from having fun with Hunter in a game earlier, and while he was heading to just go rest on the beach for the rest of the day he thought he saw someone. Spyro raised a scaly brow, then fearlessly trotted towards them.

Despite Sparx telling him to be careful just in case, being the ever more cautious of the duo. “Huh, y’know I don’t think I’ve seen ya around here before who are ya?” Spyro thought he’d met pretty much all the dragons that live across the five homeworlds but unless this was a visitor, apparently he’d missed him.

[the-smallest-star]

Yes! The Slayer had finally found them, but what he’d thought that was strange was that he’d found them in a hospital. He knew what this James looked like, this Carlos character had sent him to find and take care of, but it all still felt strange. He slipped passed the doctors and nurses, they’d told him that James didn’t want visitors at this time, but he did still slip into the room. But what he saw changed his whole demeanor. A little girl...Laying on that bed. Oh no.

James was... exhausted, his eyes remaining locked on his child in complete silence. It was nearly christmas and they were spending their time in a hospital ward. This wasn’t what James had in mind.

“... I should have kept a better eye on you sweetheart. I should have never let Dad get that close to you. I promise I won’t let him hurt you or anyone else ever again.” He said softly, his hand reaching out to take his little girl’s.

[jastun-frailthorn]

Maw opened wide just before clamping down on a haunch of human flesh and ripping a chunk away. The beast had just completed a rather fruitful hunt of some campers, a total of five all strewn about in various states of dismembered as he filled his belly and prepared to take the rest back to his nest for storage. 

The scent of something new came to his nostrils and he would turn and begin growling, blood dripping from his claws and fangs. This was his hunt, his kill, who dared to intrude?

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[meddlesome-wayfarers]

Questions for Magical or Elemental Muses | Accepting | @darksideaskblog

  🔥 - What kind of magical powers or abilities do you have?

“I have a magic known as the gist. It is a manifestation of all my hate, anger, and other negative feelings.” 🎤 - Is there something you have to do to get your magic to work? (Like singing, casting spells, etc.)

“Not really, no. I only use the gist when I and those I care about are in danger.”

🍼 - Were you born with magic or did you have to do something to get it?

“I was born with the capability for magic. I did not discover my ability to use the gist until later in life. My family was attacked, I needed to protect them. I do not wish to speak further on the matter.” 🏆 - Is there something you can do that no one else can?

“Wield the gist at all. Most who have it do not last more than half a century before dying or succumbing to it.” 😟 - What is the worst thing about having your magic?

“The constant anger. The scratching at my chest from the inside. The whispers in my head from it, encouraging me to harm others. The gist is not a.. Pleasant magic.”

[kroxn]

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Such a sight was not uncommon for the world these days, a lone figure surrounded by the horde of lurkers. This would mean death to any outside the protective walls of civilization, but it was this man’s lucky day. A loud bellow overhead sounded before a jet of flames shot from the massive flare’s maw.

All around the stranger the dead fell to the roaring fire, once the immediate area was torched the beast landed heavily beside Drensi. From astride the great creature a young man extended his hand to the other, “C’mon, we’ll get you out of here!”

[skuldxggxry-archive]

Dude...You’re a skeleton....How...?

  Oh great. This schtick again--Skulduggery shoves gloved hands into his pockets, stares with empty sockets & blank face straight at the other,  & cocks his head to one side.  If he had a dollar for every time someone commented on his very apparent un-death,  he’d be a millionaire.“It’s a really elaborate Halloween costume,”He begins, his voice a scraping tone    of mild irritation,“-- Wait, no no, that’s not right. What I meant to say was:   I forgot my skin at home.”Oh. Now he’s playing. Or at least poking fun. His chin tilts up, & now both hands are out of pocket, gesturing like he’s counting,velvet tones feigning an internal struggle as if he himself didn’t know:(Yes, he is mocking the other. Yes, he knows that isn’t very nice.)“No, no, no... that’s not right either. Lost too much weight?  Nope.... Saw something so scary my bones just hopped right out of my flesh? Not that either...     Hmm.... really is a puzzlement, I suppose.”