#keepersofdestiny

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@keepersofdestiny​ The witch-lighter paced back and forth more unnerved than he’d been since finding out of his Whitelighter lineage. Earlier that same morning the Elders informed him of summons for him from the Grand Coven. Of course he’d heard tales of the Grand Coven, a coven of the most elite casters in the world, charged with the responsibility of governing the practices of official covens.  It was Emmett’s ambitions to one day join their rankings, but being summoned by them caused him a level of unease. His scrambled thoughts were interrupted by that annoying ringing a Whitelighter got when needed by their charges. “Someone better be dying.” The witch-lighter appeared, carried by a swirl of blue lights. 

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“You should have called as soon as you had the vision.” Emmett tried to subdue his urge to be overly critical. “I could have at least been here.” The witch-lighter orbed the two back to his own place and lifted activated it’s wards. “We’ll be safe here for the time being.” He sighed in relief before shifting into a more vindictive demeanor. “Tell me about this demon.” 

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“ i’m bleeding. ” (from Oliver)

“Shit.” The telepathic witch-lighter swore under his breath as he rushed towards his bleeding charge. “What the hell happened?” He prodded, hands moving over the open wound, sealing it shut with diamond-like orbs.

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@keepersofdestiny​ The aquamancer hummed lightly to himself as he collected three books off a shelf on the wall. These books came from the shop-owner’s Personal library. With a last glance at his dwellings and disappeared in a .splash. “I brought you those books on advanced telepathy you were asking for.” Emmett grinned appearing just at the entrance of Oliver’s place.“Are you on the hunt again or is this recreational?” He set the books down on the kitchen table, looking them over before he actually saw the eldest Adler brother.

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The young sorcerer sat at the piano, a half-full bottle of whiskey sat atop the lid of the baby grand. He sat their harmonizing, one hand caressing the keys, the other grasped around a rocks glass. Business had been slow as of late, but Emmett didn’t mind. It gave hime ample time to lounge about and do everything and nothing.

“Hello?” Emmett called, rising from his seat. He knew someone was there due to the ringing in his ears. It wasn’t the bell of his store. No, he made sure he locked the door. Someone had set off one his magical wards, meaning the intruder was of the magical variety. He knew it couldn’t be Ollie, his best friend. He was off frolicking with the half-demon heir of hell. ”Can we please just get to the climax of this faux-horror scene and you either kill me or we bone.” He drunkenly swirled his drink as he spoke.

“Oh,” he grinned taking in the drink from his glass. “Just you Owen. Well the shop’s closed at the moment, as you know.” The sorcerer set his empty glass down, lazily strutting toward the other figure. “What is it I can help you with?”

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The Adler Brothers...