#rhysdasior

[witchysethharper]

Perhaps it'd been poor timing to plan that "fancy dinner" during the week of Spring Mischief. How neither Seth nor Rhys caught that while dutifully working on the many wands needed the days leading up to this moment. Regardless, life went on and fortunately Seth currently wasn't under the influence of anything that would cause him to orgasm or remove his clothes in public at the drop of his name or anything like that. For the most part this dinner would proceed without much awkwardness that could be blamed on Spring Mischief. Save that magic currently negated the human disguise he'd recently taken up since his return.

It wasn't like Rhys hadn't caught a glimpse of his new face when he'd been summoned from Hell. And it wasn't like Seth was bothered by it either. He'd spent a decade in another realm with it he was long used to it by now. It wasn't much different from how he looked before death either, only with pointed ears, fangs, red eyes, and fiery gold hues flickering across his skin like sunlight threatened to burst from within. Oh and the wings hidden as a tattoo underneath his clothes. He still had no idea what that made him except some kind of hybrid of faerie and demon but again... things to figure out later. Eventually.

He walked briskly into Le Clair de Lune dressed in black pants, white shirt, and his nicest leather blazer, and met Rhys by the host's table. "Hey, sorry, I'm a few minutes late. Got caught up in something. Is our table ready?"

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[raidenproulx]

Raiden being Raiden didn't ask for things, he expected them from everyone. That meant when he came to Rhys' office for training, the other was going to train him. Didn't matter what he had going on or who was there. It was Raiden, whatever plans Rhys had were going to change and if someone was there they'd sure as hell fuck off. There were two kind of people that squared up to Raiden. Ones that could go toe to toe with him and in the castle there was currently one strigoi that was old enough that might stand a chance. The other type was the too stupid to know better and that usually ended up dead or in front of Florian or Kaden because only a kresnik could keep them alive after the fact. Or in Shade's case a witch who had to sell their soul. Which was nice that Harper got his just deserts for saving that mouthy little fuck.

Raiden, wanting to challenge himself decided heat week was a good time to train and Rhys didn't get a choice. He didn't actually care what the other thought, ever. Nor did he give a shit when the other scheduled their training. It would always be when Raiden decided. He was the councilman and things were on his terms, always his terms. Because the world did indeed revolve around him.

The tyrant of a councilman didn't knock and walked straight into Rhys' office. There had been someone in it. Key word was had because when they saw the glowering face and absolute unit of Raiden enter, they were one of the smarter lot that ran from him, which left the two in the office together. The tribrid stood before the other.

"Get up. You're training me."

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[kresnikxkaden]

The destruction Ransom wrought throughout town in his tantrum was nearly reversed at this point. The police station and the few notable businesses on Oymyakon Street were brought back thanks to the efforts of both himself and the staff of witches in the castle. A combination of restoration and creation magic certainly moved things along much quicker than manual construction, using those abilities on large amounts of damage still wouldn't supply instant gratification and swiftly drained energy. With the Halloween celebrations just a few days away, the council insisted upon those last spots being finished up as soon as possible. Leave it to a party to motivate the council into considering town repairs as a priority.

The more the better when it came to magic so Kaden waited outside of Cannabites for Rhys Dasior to arrive before they tag teamed their white magic on the rest of the rubble in the street beyond Shade Dempsey's restaurant. Finding time to coordinate between the head of magic consultants and the interim chief of police hadn't been particularly easy until they narrowed down cooperative schedules. They'd interacted briefly a few times, enough for Kaden to consider Rhys a fine enough fellow with similar values and ideals despite their different upbringings. He could see himself enjoying a whiskey with the guy.

He glanced up when he saw the younger witch approach and stepped forward to meet him, hand outstretched for a shake in greeting. "Mr. Dasior," he said, smiling warmly. "Thanks for comin' down again. You ready to finish puttin' this town back together?"

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[shadedempsey]

"Buenas tardes, bitch tits." Shade said as he gave the door a light knock and let himself into the office being as discrete as he could be since Seth's was close. It was rare Shade came to the castle for a lot of reasons. Mostly because Proulx made a point of letting him know should they cross paths he'd make sure Seth couldn't bring him back a second time and for some reason Shade believed that. This was for a good reason though.

Shade had made an appointment to see Rhys. Was that appointment two days ago and in the morning, yes. Was he here now with no appointment and was it about two minutes before Rhys shift was over. Also yes, and also not afternoon, but none of that was relevant to the cambion who was making himself comfortable across from the head of magical consulting because he needed some consulting.

"So, Shade Dempsey, nice to meet you and all." Shade was looking at his phone while was talking cause he was bidding on some parts to fix his bike that got trashed early in the week and it was fucking important he got them. Not more important than saving Seth's mortal soul no, but technically not what he was doing here.

"Had an appointment and all that." Which was true. "LIttle late, shit came up. Heat week and all you know. Mother fucker, like hell." He grit at his phone as some fucker was trying to out bid him in the last minute. "Just give me a minute, yeah." He muttered to the other fighting with the faceless asshole on ebay.

Soon enough he was out of the seat. "Yeah! Eat my dick you cunt rag bitch!" He yelled at his phone when he won the parts before remembering where he was, cleared his throat and put it back in his pocket. Retaking his seat. "So right, yeah, thing I'm here on. Consulting about some magic and shit. Right. So. I'm a demon yeah, but I wanna kill a demon, but a bigger badder, more powerful one. I mean I'm a half one. I ain't full on that shit. But yeah. So how much does that cost to get shit to do that, that won't fuck with me? That's a thing you do right? And like how long does that take, right? Cause I'm kinda on a time crunch with shit. I ain't got all that much money, but I got other ways to pay to move shit along if you know what I mean."

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[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael had just recently returned back to Krovs after a weekend in Italy handling business matters – or at least that was his story that everyone would believe with his high level of mental and psychic defenses in combination with his silver tongue. Many of his fellow council might disagree with him leaving Krovs so soon after a councilman's death outside these walls, but Raph wasn't one to worry about those things. He hadn't remained in power as Italy's representative for two centuries simply because he was charming and good-looking.

It seemed too that he wasn't the only one who'd returned to Krovs recently even if his travels were much shorter than the familiar witch he saw walking down the hall. "Ah, Mr. Dasior," he greeted him cordially. Raphael made it a point to get to know the staff that directly served the council for the sake of building good relationships. "I wasn't expecting to see you back here so soon. How is everything?"

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[cairogaudetdeluca]

"Convenient time to go missing, Dasior." Cairo stated as he strode up to the younger witch lighting Rhys' cigarette for him with a flick of conjured flame deciding not to comment on it though Rhys had said he was quitting how many times now? Granted the medium knew where other was; London a far cry from Portugal and it wasn't like the kid did anything to put questions on him, though he was sure there'd be questions on everyone eventually. Maybe that was his own guilty conscience talking.

"How was your trip?" He inquired with half interest having come out to the greenhouse to be alone, but when was there ever really anywhere to be alone in the castle. Least the area was nice and the night was clear, Cairo preferring it to day with his spirit side and his alignment to the dark arts.

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[witchysethharper]

With enough drama from his life out of the way (or so he thought), Seth peacefully immersed himself into essentially working and then playing Baldur's Gate late into the night for the past month or so. Escaping reality through a fantasy video game seemed like the best option, especially since he and Rhys still shared their strained relationship after the disastrous double date at Cannabites and Halloween's failure of apologies. Seth remained civil at work despite the avoidance of casual conversation with his mentor though a few icy glances from the stubborn witch likely said everything about Seth's unwillingness to concede in the cold war between both men. Like father like son he supposed.

But then the visions started a couple weeks ago. Glimpses of shadowy figures out of his peripherals, monstrous-looking dogs with glowing red eyes snarling that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight before they vanished from sight, nightmares of being torn apart and surrounded by heat. His anxiety skyrocketed and he'd locked himself back in the library again not at all sure what all this fucking meant. He'd killed Lilith. He'd negated their deal. ... Hadn't he?

Regardless, Seth had a feeling shit couldn't have been that simple. Maybe he'd missed something. Maybe demons were craftier than he gave them credit for. Whatever. He had no idea if or when he might die but Christmas approaching wasn't the time to stay mad over petty shit with someone he considered family. So that morning at work he strolled into Rhys' office with a small box wrapped in shiny red and silver paper, set it on his boss' desk, and plopped down into his favorite chair across from the older witch. "'Sup," he greeted Rhys like nothing happened the past month or so and if Rhys was wise he'd do the same. Of course, this wasn't an apology either. "Got you a little something for Christmas," he gestured to the present. "'S'been a minute, I know. How've you been?"

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[witchysethharper]

Seth should've known that having Shade assist him with killing Lilith would've been a disaster. And no surprise that was exactly how it turned out with the ancient succubus using the cambion's presence against him and the wicked bitch walking out his door without a scratch on her. Seth, on the other hand, came out of that experience with a nosebleed, headache, and the firm belief that he would only succeed at this mission alone. After all, it was how the young witch got this far in life by relying on himself and a little bit of dumb luck. He'd always struggled asking others for help because the last things he wanted were for anyone he cared about to get hurt or to be burdened with his problems.

So long as Lilith had another target, she could easily manipulate Seth into freeing her and focusing instead on his fallen friend. He'd lived with that succubus in the back of his mind for a year, he knew how she worked, how she liked to play games and toy with others, prey on their vulnerabilities –– she learned a lot about Seth's emotional weaknesses through his personal connections accessing his memories all that time.

Still, that didn't mean Seth wouldn't call in a favor for precautionary preparations. If he was going in alone he bet he had one shot to get this right and time was of the essence to save his mortal soul by murdering the immortal bitch who dangled it over his head. He texted Rhys earlier asking if he could meet at his suite and then dropped his new puppy off at daycare in the kennel so that she would be safe and cared for. Seth chewed at his finger nails as he paced his suite, waiting impatiently for the knock at his door that couldn't come soon enough. He practically ran to it and yanked it open, exhaling in relief to see Rhys on the other side.

"Thanks for coming," he said, stepping aside as he gestured the older witch in and shut the door behind them. The main living area of his suite was already prepared for round two –– furniture moved aside so the large summoning circle etched on the floor dominated the room. He decided to just jump right into it as he turned towards the other witch he found a father figure in. "So, uh, Shade was obviously not helpful and we... did not kill Lilith together. She's... way too strong. Physically and mentally with her dream and persuasive powers. You're the best white mage I know around here and I could use all your expertise in sealing this place off with protective runes to keep her inside this space so she can't get out." He gestured to his suite in general before meeting Rhys' gaze again. "What she has in strength I know she lacks in defenses. I think I can get to her by outsmarting her, but I'd like your thoughts on it and, well, uh, any suggestions on my plan this time around."

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