#vainglory.starter

[bloodyxshores]

Character: Medea (Open) Location: Oceanid Apothecary Timestamp 002: Settle Down 

Medea flipped the sign on the door to open with a sigh, making a few last minute adjustments to her wares before returning to her perch at the counter where she had been bundling herbs. Truth be told, the harvest had been excellent for business, what with the influx of magic-users and other supernaturals in addition to her regulars. However, she couldn’t help the unease that settled into her bones as the energy in the city bubbled and brewed. The sorceress had only just resigned herself to life in Estonia within the past decade or so, as modern medicine made it more difficult for her to rely solely on the mortals and wandering mages for business. It may have been one of her longest tenures yet, but it still felt foreign living among the civilized after so many centuries on her own. As comfortable and constant as life had become, the community hadn’t felt any more like home than any of the others she had settled in. At least she could keep herself busy with work and some harvesting of her own. She steeled herself for social interaction as she heard the entrance bell ring, customer service voice well primed after centuries of business.

                                                             “Welcome...”

[underwcrldbound]

open starter, Persephone aka Violet Dovern, located in Tallin, Estonia.

"If we don’t stick together now, in honor of the harvest, then everything’s lost,” Persephone pleaded. There’d been chaos all around after the death of a mage, one of the most powerful beings after godyrs, angels and the like. Persephone swirled one finger inside her drink and, as she pulled her finger out again, tasted the tip to check if the sugar in her drink had completely dissolved. “Not that I don’t enjoy a bit of chaos. Just bad for business, I guess. As a blogger you do try to remain off the radar in terms of drama and... death. Ironically. How are you holding up?”

[lottabank]

╰  °✧｡  charlotte banks / harvest masquerade ball / grand hall / tallin status: open to all season two , episode one

the invitation to the harvest masquerade ball had come just as much of a shock as the summons to estonia for the harvest had. in all honesty , lottie didn’t exactly consider herself to be someone that the high council would invite to anything , much less something like the harvest that felt so important and seemed elitist to some degree. being a wanderer and keeping mostly to herself for the last several decades did make events like this a bit intimidating though she’d never admit to it. 

the first thing the vampire went in search for when she entered the main room of the grand hall was a stiff drink. it wasn’t exactly easy nor hard to find her preferred cocktail considering blood was used , but it did require following the scent across the rather large room full of strangers. she had just found a caterer holding a tray of blood cocktails when she felt someone touching her to get her attention , “ slow your roll before you make me spill my drink , sugar ! “ she chastised as she lifted the glass to red lips for a deep sip.

lottie turned around as she drank and blinked dark eyes over the rim of her glass before sighing in pleasure , “ haven’t had a drink like this in ages. the council’s pockets  must run deep, huh ? “ 

[joviliuscastro]

like this post and i’ll hop in your ims/discord and we can plot a thread.

[underwcrldbound]

- open starter, Isabella Swan, located in Haapsalu, Estonia.

"There just hasn’t been any sun lately, so I do try and enjoy every minute I have while it’s still bright, you know? I just--” she fiddled with the straw between her fingers, bent and moved it to distract herself from the new company. “-- miss the sun. I’m new,” Bella added, awkwardly as ever “Seems like you’re okay with the sun disappearing all the time..?”

[bloodyxshores]

Characters: Vegas & Ysabeau ( @dmndmyth​ ) Location: Ysabeau’s Studio Timestamp 002: Settle Down

Vegas scrunched her nose, paintbrush poised over the canvas as she tried to add the finishing touches to the piece. Something felt unfinished -- and not in the fun, whimsical way one might typically find in the blonde’s work. She had never been much of a fine artist, preferring to smear pops of color or wash faded watercolors over already sketched pieces. Light and value, perspective even, felt so much more complicated away from her graphics tablet and simplified style. It wasn’t that she had forgotten her basics, she was just out of practice... and it had been a few years since she had tried and picked up another medium that wasn’t somewhat limited by the world of crafting and DIY. 

That, and it was hard not to compare one’s self to others -- even if you were well aware that they had several centuries of practice more under their belt. She was actually quite excited about the progress she had made, but ever the perfectionist, Vegas couldn’t help but push herself. The vampyre chewed on her lower lip, tilting her head to make one more assessment before making a small huff of frustration. Finally, she turned to her mentor with a pout.

                                                                                       “Am I doing this right?”

[bloodyxshores]

Characters: Vegas & Benjamin (@godweary​) Location: Benjamin’s Practice Timestamp 001: Welcome to Estonia

Vegas turned the keys in the ignition, shutting down the engine of her scooter before removing her helmet to reveal a charming display of wind-whipped, helmet-crushed curls. The drive from Marbrooke to Blightbird had been a pleasant and scenic one, but she could hardly contain her excitement upon reaching her destination. The older she got, the more her years seemed to blur together--especially now that she had taken to her brief stint of “retirement” while enjoying life on the coast with her husband. She couldn’t remember exactly the last time she had seen her celestial mentor, but even in her comparatively minute time as a supernatural they had crossed paths a number of times over the years. 

The vampyre had been ecstatic to learn he would be practicing in Blightbird, if not to pique her interest once more with his seemingly endless knowledge then at the very least to catch up on the years since their last meeting. Of course, the former was often what drew the curious woman to his side and she was certain they were both aware of this, and so she had prepared herself with an offering: what the mortals might call a rather vintage lemon bar recipe. How quickly things became antique in this age of technological innovation. Cradling the glass container of baked goods in one arm, the blonde let herself inside the office.

                                                    “Pardon me--I heard the doctor is in?”

[gasolinenfire]

〄 S2 / E002: SWORDS UP.

outside judas’ auto joint / 9:39 PM / haapsula , estonia status: open to all

didn’t he retire ? it sure didn’t feel like it anymore , it was just back to the same old shit. anxious. stressed. guarded. tense. judas had been retired in haapsula , estonia for over a decade now and he had never felt the way he did now. 

the mechanic heaved a sigh as he pulled a crumpled up pack of marbolo reds out of his flannel pocket and stuck one of the cancer sticks between his lips , “ need to get s’more , “ he muttered to himself as he used his back to push the front door to the auto shop open. the mage wasn’t expecting to run into someone at this hour with everything going on lately , but he had been distracted lighting his cigarette with a flame he conjured from his very fingertip.

“ shit , m’bad , “ he grunted as he took a long drag from his cigarette as he turned around to look at the individual he had backed up into. he considered them quietly for a moment as he exhaled a plum of smoke , “ what you doing out so late , hm ? don’t you know it’s dangerous ? there’s even more things going bump in the dark these days. “