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[carpenterwithacoin]

What are you afraid of? (Lostintimenoutoftouch)

Not being enough. Not being powerful enough to fight and win when it really matters. I vowed never to be powerless again, but it’s not always easy.

[cychwyntan]

From a Not-So-Distant Past || Kynwyl & Vadoma

Taking a direct approach when dealing with people was not Kynwyl’s way, but there were exceptions to every rule. One such exception was a human woman he spotted sitting on a bench not far from where he was walking. She should not have been remarkable to him, but catching a glimpse of her face, he was certain he’d seen her before, and not here in the world of humans.

This warranted a closer look.

Curious, Kynwyl veered off course to stand directly in front of her, and leaned in close to survey the young woman further. Too close, probably, as mortals tended to take their personal space very seriously. Even so, he did not care if he made her uncomfortable. It was more important to not only see her closely, but to also make sure she knew she was being scrutinized.

As suspected, Kynwyl did know her. Or, at least, he’d had some minimal contact with her in the past. The woman was unmistakably the Summer Knight of nearly a century and a half ago. That was... odd. By all accounts, it didn’t make any sense for her to be alive in this day and age. She was no longer the Knight, and she had no apparent magical talent, so there was no conceivable reason why she had not died by now. But strange as it was, Kynwyl did not mind strange. He was simply pleased to be in familiar company.

“Now there is a face I have not seen in many years,” he said, straightening up to his full height as he spoke. To be friendly, he smiled at her, but even with his glamour in place, his teeth were just a tad too sharp, making his smile less inviting than he intended. “Though I do not expect you to remember me. We were never properly introduced. Ah, but that hardly matters. I remember you quite well, as I never forget the face of a Summer Knight.”

Without waiting for any invitation, Kynwyl took a seat next to the woman--Vadoma, he seemed to recall her name was--and fixed his vivid green eyes on her even more intently than before. “I did not come here for you, but since I am here, I should like to voice a concern. The mantle, to my knowledge, passes with death. And I remember news of your death, not to mention I’ve personally met the Knight who came after you. Yet here you are, as alive as they come. If only to satisfy my curiosity, I’d like to hear some explanation. No offense will be taken if you refuse, but I love a good story, and naturally I can offer you something in return.”

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[thedaystarapproaches]

Jailhouse Angel || Seem, Vadoma, and Thomas

Hauntings were not Seem’s specialty, plain and simple. There was a tricky element to ghosts that made them hard to read and unpredictable. When Seem received a call from the Newgate Prison in New Jersey asking if they could get rid of a young apparition linked to a number of deaths, they were initially inclined to refuse, but... The pay was good. Really good. And with travel expenses covered, it was well worth the trouble. Even if there wasn’t much Seem could actually do, they could at least show up, assess the situation, and direct the warden to someone more helpful.

The trip itself was uneventful. Aside from airport security puzzling over Seem’s body paint, nothing memorable happened until they made it to the prison itself. The whole establishment had an eerie air to it, and it was hardly surprising to imagine that a ghost was lurking around. 

Standing just outside the visitor’s entrance, Seem took a second to focus on the building and gather what information they could. Their power didn't work as well with inanimate objects and structures as it did with people, but anything they could find out before heading in would be helpful. After a couple minutes of meditation, all they really got was that the prison wasn’t very old. That by itself was kind of interesting. New buildings were rarely as haunted as old ones, and it made Seem wonder what could have attracted the ghost in the first place.

The only way to get an answer was to head inside and confront whatever spirit was hiding there.

They made their way into the visitor’s waiting area. Even though visitation hours were almost over, Seem wasn't alone. A man and a woman were also inside. As best as Seem could tell, they weren't together. Though it was tempting to ignore them completely and go right up to the guard and ask to be let in, they had a nagging feeling they should speak to the other visitors. Maybe it was Seem’s gift letting them know the strangers could be helpful. Or, maybe, it was the last shred of common courtesy they had left saying “Hey, you should make sure you're not cutting in line.” Either way, they listened to that feeling.

“Excuse me,” Seem said to the woman, “are you waiting to be let in? I don't want to go ahead of you if there's a line.”

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[romandruv]

All You Need is Love || Kai x Vadoma

“You know we are alone now, you can kiss me.” 

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[muse-roulette]

Smoke Den || Abbas x Vadoma || Victorian AU

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She leaned against the wall of the alley for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she took in the situation at hand. Five versus one hardly seemed even remotely fair, especially when the one was faring so poorly. He should really work on that. Vadoma’s head tilted as she caught a glimpse of the poor beaten sod’s face, and she frowned a little in displeasure. That was the self same arrogant ass who’d dared to imply that her services were not only for sale, but were cheap. She smirked, linking her fingers together, and stretching her arms out to pop her knuckles. He’d be thanking her before the night was through. And eating his previous words. Because things were now about to go his way in this fight.

Five versus one. The five did not seem to have any firearms on them, which was good for both she and the ‘gentleman’ in question. It’s a loose term. He may be of a higher class than I, but I see nothing ‘gentlemanly’ about him. She knew the men in the alley actually performing the beating hadn’t seen her or heard her, as that was the way she wanted it, and she found herself wondering exactly how much she’d be able to get away with. Then, that would depend on the way the fight went, and if these genuinely were your run of the mill alley thugs, or if they were something a little different. She sighed inwardly, but reached into her coat, her hands obscured from view so that she could better position the throwing knives between her fingers. She supposed she should at least give them a chance to walk away.

Vadoma cleared her throat. Loudly. “Excuse me. This… whatever it is you’re doing hardly seems fair. I daresay he’s had more than enough for this evening, da? Perhaps is best if you leave you now? After all, the odds are currently not in his favor. But, we can change that?” Blue flecked violet eyes brightened as she smiled. It was a slightly predatory expression, and she knew that unless they walked certain paths, they would mistake her for being unskilled in the arts of war and death. And it would be their mistake.

“The choice, gentlemen, is up to you.”

She was paid no attention to, at least not until she brought up the nerve to speak out loud and get their attention. They still held the man between two of them and the one who had been administering most of the blows turned and looked at her. He took in her appearance, more importantly took in that she was a woman and he returned the smile that she was giving him along with the warning.

It was clear that he was more amused that she was threatening him as a woman than anything else. “Run along now sweet-heart, this doesn’t concern a pretty thing like you. But, if you want to wait, I would be happy to go ‘round with you once we are done here.” He grinned and it was clear that his teeth were black with filth and he dragged his tongue across the yellow stained surfaces. 

“Just wait at the end there if you are interested. I wouldn’t want to upset your delicate demeanor by having you watch this.”

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Cathedral Halls || Vadoma x Aa’di

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It was one of the few places where he was allowed to go unattended, churches, places of worship. The Cathedral was peaceful, quiet. The only sound was the low murmurs of people talking and those giving prayer. 

Aa’di was in one of the pews just listening quietly.

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In this Style || Vadoma x Cael || Victorian Au

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There were about five ticking clocks in the shop, neither one of them in unison with the other. But if you focused on them for any long period of time they almost sounded like they started to tick in the same pace. There was one clock on the table though that appeared to be broken and it was stuck at six o’clock.

On a table in the room there was a mismatched tea set, the tea getting cold. And on every available surface there was material, threads, racks, and finished and unfinished hats. The shop was open but currently dark inside. The curator, was in the back corner, asleep on a pile of fabric bolts. A hat was tucked over his eyes in its band was a paper with a hand written note of ‘in this style 10/6′.

[muse-roulette]

Smoke Den || Abbas x Vadoma || Victorian AU

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The lower parts of London were dark, especially at night, narrow streets where crowded with all kinds of ilk. They slicked in and out of even darker doorways into dens for all kinds of things. Brothels, smoking dens, drug dens. The opium wars where at an all time high and the drug ran abundant in dens surrounding the shipping yards.

The gas lamps where low in the den, made even lower by the smoke that hung in the air. Individuals were laid out, in the throws of drug induced haze. 

One of them, was Abbas, stretched out on a couch, eyes glazed pipe laid across his chest. His free hand hung down to the floor, empty.