#old-posts

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Anything going on kiddo? Beau said they sensed something so I’m checking in

I am executing an assignment given to me! : ) (< Robyn has taught me to use these.) It is going well, and I have departed to the area I was told to go.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

There’s a knock at Evans door

Artems there with four jewelry boxes

( @gothamghostwhispers )

He steps out, quickly flicking off the light as Evan opens the door. He looks up at Artem, a little awkwardly.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

There’s a knock at Evans door, Artems there with tea.

“Hey kiddo can I talk to you about something?”

The door creaks open to a totally dark room, the only sliver of light being from the hall. He looks up at Artem.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Artem takes the threads that they so carefully undid from Evans book, and they re anchor them into a new ethereal text, a dummy spell set up to make it seem to anyone looking into it that all of the spells cast upon Evan were still active.

After reanchoring the threads and carefully severing them from Evans book with Beaus help, Artem starts the tedious work of recreating the embroidery they undid in the new book.

It is a long and tedious process, and without the aid of Beau they likely would have passed out at some point

( @gothamghostwhispers @bugboi-of-gotham )

Something tugs behind his eyes, a pressure that was almost painful to feel, as if something was supposed to hurt him but was dulled as it made contact.

He stood, stumbling a little as he feels the familiar tug of Her magic telling him again where to go, to follow.

He vacantly walks to Artem's location, feet quietly padding on the floor.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

The cave is dark. But it is somehow not as dirty or infested as I would have thought it to be.

Actually, I think I see light

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Artem arrives at the lab carrying a stack of magic tomes and hovering a tea set next the them.

“I know a teacup isn’t really lab safe even with the little lids but I figured we’re just doing basic tests… feels like a tea scenario…. Or maybe hot coco would have been more comforting…”

( @gothamghostwhispers @bugboi-of-gotham )

He stands at attention, not having been ordered to sit. The longer he stayed, the weirder he felt.

Idiot boy. No wonder The Mistress insisted on such training. Look at how badly you've done. Barely five assignments in, and you've gotten yourself caught. This is why your rebirth is as painful as it is.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

A boy sits at the top of a building, staring at the cars below as the wind pushes back his hood, revealing dull blonde locks. He watches intently, clouded by the dark of the night.