#senatus.chat

[netteliax]

@senatusstarters location: Medical Tent notes: her long ass hair is tied back I swear the gif is just aesthetic

"On the count of three," the patient nodded as Nettelia braced his body and prepared to force the joint back into place. "one-" with a single, strong pull she rolled and slid it back into its socket before she cradled and braced the appendage. "Take him to Gabriel, he can finish." Nettelia needed to conserve her magic, the chaos of mana that swam within her was beyond anything she'd held before. The countryside was a wasteland, the trees were dead, the earth about the city, and every plant Nettelia had past up until the camp. She needed, it, she would need it, should the worst occur. For what she could do, the archdruid was down to brute force and standard medical practices, something she'd been brushing up on.

"Did you need something?" Nettelia asked as a groaning soldier was filed in, the top half of her body was divided from the bottom. Symbiotic rot had entrenched itself into her gut, the archdruid would need to move quickly. "I'm a little bit preoccupied, so unless you plan on helping-" she glanced towards the door of the tent, "I assume you know the way." A hollow cry fell from the woman's lips, the soldier began to move, thrash, and resist.

[demonguerrero]

@senatusstarters location: Hakan's Christmas Bash notes: limiting this to the first 4 people who reply kiss kiss

It was a party. People had to start acting like it. Arturo staggered away from the blood den and touched his neck as the wound there healed almost immediately. Any demonic entity with an ounce of intuition could feel it: things had changed, they'd really fucking changed. Pythia was right, they'd done it, and across the veil that separated this realm from the Otherworld, Arturo could practically feel the hordes scratching to find a foothold within.

Below the party was a cacophony of skin and sweat, writhing bodies that moved in time to the music that was so loud he could feel the stones of this old castle shaking. Arturo hollered from the parapet, whooping into the open air above the hall, the violent creature craved nights like this: freedom and sin, modern debauchery with a dash of the true essence of Rome. He'd have to find Avery later and make sure the witch was staying in trouble, but until then he'd settle for leaning into the night.

"I heard the old man is going to make this happen every year," Arturo called out over the music, he wiped his own blood from his hand onto his shirt. It was no Blood Mass, but not every party planner could be Lilith. "there's only one thing missing."

[raffaelexfiore]

@senatusstarters​ location: parco savello notes: just something quick and cute

Complicated feelings towards the city had always defined Raffaele’s thoughts when it came to the senate. Narcissus witches had been the product of suspicion long before the Alstroemeria disappeared, so when Erik and his coven went missing, they were the natural targets of suspicion. Even in the revelation that they’d had no part in it, they were still being watched. Marshals lingered around every corner, eyes trained on who came and went from the house like at any moment the evil blood witches might unveil their wicked plan and blanket the city in plagues of locusts - or whatever. It wasn’t enough to be good, or to study hard, the city could only accept them if they fit some cookie cutter shape. Feral vampires tearing through the city, lycans going off the rails, a forest full of elves breathing down their necks. It was no wonder things were coming apart at the seams. 

At least the rain had stopped that morning, clouds parted for the afternoon and Raffaele took to enjoying some of the sun. He wasn’t alone in this apparently, people milled about even as the witch made himself comfortable on the grass, looked like the city was taking advantage of the nice weather and were already in the motions of making over the park. “I keep forgetting Mercuralia is in a few weeks.” He wasn’t really a gambler, it was a vice but all things in moderation. “I heard they’re doing a casino thing this year, the mayor’s even going to be there.” She was a hoot. 

[micahwright]

@senatusstarters location: Base Camp, idk a beer tent but not that notes: got any 4s, Cheryl?

Emory was alive, Micah just knew it. He knew it in the same way that the faiman knew when someone was lying to him. Just a feeling in his gut, but one that the clairvoyant had long learned to trust. In the meantime he and a few others were playing cards, they didn't have much currency beyond rations and taking that from someone just felt unfair given the state of things. They had the clothes on their back though.

A naked, dejected soldier got up from the table, made to carry their gitch bare-assed back to their tent. "Deal you in?" Micah asked, they were just passing time at this point, few hours after dark before they hit the sack again and tried not to go crazy. It was this or stare at the walls and think about impending doom.

[alekgray]

@senatusstarters location: New Rome notes: come and see. open to lupo pack also lycaon obvs

The light of the full moon faded, the lycans that Lycaon had summoned to the settlement under its light filled New Rome, flooded the trees and forests that surrounded them. They had been absent the fairy king’s protection but the lycans were too powerful now to make enemies of. “Brothers-!” Alek called out, “Sisters-!” Wolfish lips split wide as he bore his volatile teeth, his voice box caught somewhere between a wolf and a man. “My family-! You’ve waited long enough!” Still more wolf than man, flanked by the council, his dark voice barked over the crowd. “Come and see!” He called out, a wolfish grin on his face as the fur of his face mottled and shifted in the dim light. “Come and see the death of humanity, upon a shore of corpses,” his neck cracked audibly and jutted backward as the deep autumn gold sank to cold blues, shallow deceptive seas. “broken heads, spilled guts, scorched flesh!” Alek sang, his back reared backwards effortlessly as his spine cracked and echoed within the town square, nails pushed through the claws of his fingers as the hair across his body receded into pale skin, “Come and see the young tearing each other’s throats out!”

A low, visceral howl ripped from the back of his throat, gleeful, and menacing. Final. Eager for violence. “Rivers of poison will flow through the halls!” Alek laughed, deep and booming as his voice box discarded the lycan for the man; still dark, still grisly, and still hungry. He stood on two legs as his frame diminished, canine incisors replaced fangs as they tore over his gums, his jaw broke backwards as his muzzle returned to the hard line of his face. “Oathbreakers, philanderers, murderers will wade through those rivers! Come and see! Come and see!” Fur disappeared entirely, his transformation complete, the volatile werewolf howled with the lungs of a man possessed by a virulent beast. “At the rise of the next full moon, Rome will be ours once and for all.”

[warderinan]

@senatusstarters location: All Fours notes: he has ALWAYS loved dogs, on God. Generic bar starter for the citizens of New Rome as the hordes of woofs pour into town.

Lycans and fey, Inan never thought he'd see the day: but he was glad that it was here. In the wilderness he'd encountered them first, woodland wolves that inspired some medley of kinship with the earth. He knew how many of his kind referred to them, how some, especially those of noble birth turned up their noses but there was something kindred about creatures that were inherently attached to the phases of the moon.

Sat alone the raucous laughter hollowed about the pub as the lycans barked their preparations for war. Inan had come back just in time, it seemed, in time to be there for his court and to protect Robin when she would undoubtedly need him most. The Eye. The senate, everyone had good reason to hate them both. "Hard to believe our future is coming down to an army of lycans and a handful of fey." Things had changed, but there were a lot of wolves here. Like a lot, some he thought he even recognized.

[abaddoomed]

a gift for @senatusstarters, open location: maybe not the base camp, perhaps a lil safe point close to the battlefields note: emma ded

It was a toiling missive, the rigorous need to delve into magic long since dusted and neglected. Since Gabriel's first stint within The Eye's holding, he'd shied away from utilizing anything that could ever make him a target. Within the preparations for war, he'd practiced on Rowan, had Emma guide him through scrying and healing; it all came back rather quickly, but there was always a limit.

His own limbs ached, his head hurt from the constant need to heal those who came back wounded. Death had been cancelled but it hardly made the healers works any easier; needs to assuage the pain and agony for those suffering, a nurturing hand as those faded into oblivion only for death to send them back from the brink. Emma had not been so... lucky, something was wrong as she crumpled on the battlefield, a lifeless husk of a woman who had too much brightness to live on forever. She burned bright, she burned maddeningly, she burned out and Gabriel couldn't fathom enduring this war after she was lost so soon.

Trembling hands waved over a laceration, the dhampir breathless and anxiety ran rampant within, jaw clenched under the stress each of them was struck under. Tears had stained his cheeks but he was clearly a natural at pretending everything was fine, smiling weakly, "It was just a surface wound this time around," the mottled flesh sprung back healthy and renewed after Gabriel's hand waved over it, the smile an attempt to be reassuring even though it lacked conviction. "You'll be more than alright," though the same could not be said for everyone.

[acolyterose]

@senatusstarters​ location: Mercuralia, embassy tent notes: Hi guys, welcome to my channel Phone in the air, Atlas smiled as he turned with his drink in the air, letting the story capture the crowd of juice heads that had gathered at the Embassy’s gay little rave tent. The smile fell when the story ended before he pocketed his phone, this was the first stop of a planned tent hop, but dateless and alone he was left to wonder where his friends were. Zagreus was probably with that tall guy, Nate was probably with that sad guy, Akara was probably with that imaginary guy, and Kayce was probably with that hot guy. He turned and accidentally dumped his drink all over someone, “Yikes,” looks like Atlas did them a favour anyways, “I am so sorry.”