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Raphael's jaw clenched as the mundane spoke to him. He usually had enough staffing glamoured or generally blind to the downworld that sneaking some blood as a last resort would work. Apparently this one was immune or once he'd missed and he was in no state to glamour now, he needed to feed and heal.

Taking fledglings out was never uneventful but getting jumped and separated by unknown and highly skill assailants had him unconscious and bleeding heavily. When he'd woken there was no one but a lot of blood including his own. He needed blood to heal, or heal enough to get him somewhere that wasn't a mundane hospital. It had just been close, and he had the old contingency plan just in case.

Just his luck tonight that a nosey mundane would find him. With his hand on a blood bag no less, he had been so close to out of there. The hunger was rising and nothing was going to stop Raphael from taking his next meal now. Nothing. Cussing softly in Spanish and using his other arm, mostly healed now, to hole his dark jacket closed to cover the wounds. His dark, once designer clothes were disheveled but at least didn't immediately show his injuries. Without the strength to fully glamour, he still could put a little charm in his voice as he did his best to smile soothingly at the mundane. "It's ok, nothing out of the ordinary here. You can go about your duties, forget you ever saw me." He wasn't sure it would help though.

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What was going on here? Caz was surprised finding someone near the blood bags. Maybe it was a hunt for drugs? Medicine? So when he spoke to the man and tried to get him to veer away from the blood, he didn’t think the other man would answer so... charmingly. Despite what was going on, Caz somehow had the thought to just leave it be and let the man go about his business.

He snapped out of that a moment later. There was something seriously off about this man, but he couldn’t say what it was. Caz’s eyes narrowed and then there was the slight smell of blood which made him worry even more. “Are you hurt, sir? Is that why you need the blood?” He asked in a more worried voice now, he was a nurse first and when someone was in need he would help. 

“Would you mind if I take a look? And... if you do need blood then we can make sure that you get it.” Of course he meant a transfusion and not how Raphael would ingest it. 

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Eddie Diaz

Name: Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz Age: 32 Profession: Currrent Fire Fighter and medic, Former Army Medic Children: Christopher Sexuality: I play him as bi or gay generally Canon: 911 (on fox) FC: Ryan Guzman

Backstory: (trigger warning for discussions of military combat trauma)

Eddie grew up in EL Paso, Texas with two younger sisters. With his dad always away for work, he carried the pressure and expectations to be the 'man of the house' and protect his family from harm. He attended an all boys catholic school, La Salle, and that compounded with him the sense of what a man should be. Comp het and machismo told him there was only one path in life and he took it obediently. Grin and bear it, turn the other cheek and swallow down the pain. As he left school and found he'd gotten his girlfriend pregnant he did what he saw as the only choice. He proposed to her and signed up for the army.

He served as an army medic, returning for the birth of his son Christopher before being shipped back out. He was adamant that he was doing his job and providing for his family but Eddie was also running from the reality of being married straight out of high school with an infant son who had been diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. It was overwhelming for him anytime he was home, as it was for his wife Shannon when he wasn't there. The marriage was only a few years on but already crumbling.

And then, on what was ultimately to become Eddie's final tour, he was in a helicopter administering to a wounded soldier when they were gunned down in the Valley of Death. Eddie saved all his team except the patient who had died on impact but even so Eddie retrieved the body. He did this all whilst under fire, firing back and getting shot three times, bones broken and shoulder dislocated. He helped keep his team alive until they could be found and brought back to safety. For his efforts and bravery he was awarded a Silver Star medal. The Silver Star medal is the third-highest military decoration for valor. When he returned, he was suffering PTSD and not reaching out for help but rather shoving it all down to be 'a man' about it. Between his mental state and his wife Shannon heading straight into a burn out breakdown from effectively being a single parent for years, the arguing was intense and then Shannon finally left him in the middle of the night.

Now a single father, Eddie worked three jobs to keep him and Christopher afloat along with all the child's medical bills. Eventually he made up his mind on a new career: firefighter. He worked his jobs around fire school and graduated top of his class. Many fire captains wanted him, but he accepted a place with the 118 in Los Angeles.

He is now part of the 118 and working as a firefighter and medic. His team is a second family. Over the years he's fallen into streetfighting, he's gotten trapped down an old well shaft trying to save a child, he's been shot by a sniper in the streets and even drugged with LSD brownies.

Open for: RPs set at any point in his timeline or in almost any au. I personally ship Buddie but am open to shipping him with any character that he has chemistry with.

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Auctus "Seize the freedom you have earned and live it for the both of us."

To have earned his freedom, was not something common of a Gladiator. And yet, he was rewarded with it. He had returned to the ludus, news haven’t traveled quickly, yet there was only one that he required to speak of it with. The two found themselves in their shared quarters, Auctus’ speaking of living this freedom for the both of them. It was bittersweet. The joy of stepping outside these walls overwhelming, only to be crushed by the harsh reality . . . that Auctus would not be with him. 

There was still choice to be made. Freedom would never be forced; it never had to be. Most seized the opportunity with no second thought. But, Barca could not. “Body will depart from these walls, yet heart would remain.” Because, Auctus was his heart. Perhaps there was no choice after all. “I will not leave, absent you by my side.” And just like that, decision was made. Words offered with a soft smile upon Barca’s lips and a hand to Auctus’ cheek. His mind was made up; he would not leave if Auctus was not going with him.  

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Maybe half an hour ago she was in the library with the others. There had been discussions about strange disappearances they needed to investigate, likely magical causes. A very normal day in the life of a librarian, They'd used the doorway portal just like they always did and now she was here. Somehow lost Stone, Baird and Ezekiel and this definitely wasn't Chicago. Trying to not draw attention seemed a good first move, blending in until she could figure out where she was or at least make contact with her friends in some way. Picking up a basket of linens and clothes, Cassandra cast her eyes around to look for somewhere to change. Her clothes were painfully out of place and so if she didn't was to draw attention then she needed to find somewhere to change out of her colourful dress and leggings combo. Trouble was, this place was dizzying. So many new sights and smells sending her brain a little haywire as the information got confused and folded back on itself as usual. Normally she could control the chaos but she hadn't felt like this in a long time. Somewhere quiet, if she could just find somewhere quiet maybe she could think straight again. The smell of apple was overwhelming in a way that told her if was the synesthesia, her brain confusing the senses and playing tricks on her. Taking a deep breath, the Redhead began to stride confidently in a random direction and crashed straight into someone. Of course. "Sorry, I'm so sorry." She blurted out, gripping the strangers arm maybe a little too tightly as she took another deep breath. "So clumsy, sorry." Normally she'd laugh it off, just a clumsy moment with a stranger but with she was lost and alone and now her head was starting to hurt. In short, she wasn't really in a laughing mood. She wobbled again as she let go of the man's arm and managed a small smile.  "Thank you,"  And then she properly looked at the man and, more specifically, his clothing. It was far too authentic looking to be a random renaissance faire costume. "Oh crap."

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While Tristan was used to helping others, he was not used to being talked to like this. He looked over the young woman for a moment and noted the bright colors that she wore. A strange kind of outfit as well, since he had never seen that type of buttons anywhere. He was trained to notice things quickly, in battle decisions needed to be made in a split second. 

“Well, I’ve never been named that.” He answered quite easily as he held on until he was sure that the young woman had found her footing back. “And you’re not clumsy, anyone can trip.” He answered courteously as he slowly let go and turned back to his horse for a moment to make sure that the animal was alright.

“Are you feeling well?” He asked then as he looked over her with a frown. She was unknown to him... while Camelot’s surroundings were large, in the castle itself not too many people resided. “Do you work here perhaps?”

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Auctus ❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

Being separated from each other for the games did create painful distance between the two of them. But the reunion they always found themselves in, allowed that pain to slowly ebb. Replaced with the joy of being with the man he loved once more. Now, as night was upon them and they found themselves in their quarters, there was no need to dwell on being apart. But rather, rejoice in being together. “Yearn no longer,” Barca told him, a hand resting upon Auctus’ shoulder, slowly slinking up so that it was gently placed on the side of Auctus’ neck. “And enjoy a taste that remains only for you.” With that, Barca leaned in, closing the distance between them as he pressed his lips against Auctus, first slowly, before deepening the embrace, allowing his emotions to pour into it. 

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"Why are you looking at me like that?” from @mythandmagicmuses for Finn from Eliot Spencer, ex lovers meet again ;)

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Finn hadn't been working the door of the club that day or he would probably have recognised the man sitting at the bar sooner. The years had changed the both of them, Finn maybe a bit more drastically than Eliot. He'd never had stubble when he was in the army, not even on a mission which had Eliot joking on more than one occasion.

"You used to be able to recognise me from the corner of your eye. Or even without seeing me at all." Finn spoke up at the question as he neared the bar, leaning next to the man. "It's been a while, Eliot." And not the best while either for Finn, but Eliot probably wouldn't be aware of that part. He'd left the army before Finn did, before the hit.

Eliot looked good, he had to admit. "I never thought you'd become a club goer."

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♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch For Caz from Raphael at mythandmagicmuses (thought this would work for the blood stealing idea we talked about?)

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Caz tried to work the night shifts in the hospital when he could, so that he could take his son to school before going to sleep. Sometimes his shifts could be extremely busy, but most of the times he could make his rounds without too much interruption. He tried to do goo for his patients when and where he was able to.

When he spotted someone in one of the cabinets where they kept the blood refrigerated, Caz frowned. This man wasn't one of his colleagues, he'd never seen him before. Walking up, he quickly put his fingers to the man's hand and looked at him pointedly.

"What are you doing? This part of the hospital isn't meant for visitors. And visiting hours are long over." Caz asked, not even talking about the blood bags the man was about to... take? Why would he need them?

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[ stumble ] – for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance OR reverse if preferred. Either way :) - Cassandra Cillian, @mythandmagicmuses

Tristan by now knew his way around the cobbled stones of the castle courtyard quite well, along with the villages surrounding Camelot. He had joined Arthur, his cousin, a few years ago and after they had won battle after battle he was asked to join his king. Of course he had done so, but that meant that he had duties as Arthur's knight.

He had just returned from his last mission and was getting his horse ready for the stable when a young woman passed by him in the courtyard carrying a heavy basket. He was about to ask if she could use some help when she stumbled. Tristan's hand shot out and supported her elbow, dividing his weight. "Are you alright, mistress? Are you hurt?"

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