#vcnewworldevent

[calistaemmanuel]

closed starter || @makena-harris

time period: present day

The skin of her back was smooth. Unbroken and unblemished. There were no open wounds, no jagged pinkish or white lines betraying what had been lost. What had been taken from her in the most violent way possible. And yet she was still bleeding — bleeding pride, anguish and fury. Crippled by phantom pain that burned and throbbed unremittingly at either side of her spine.

She hadn’t told Daphne were she was going, what she intended to do. Citing a need to feed to soothe her lover’s mind rather than telling her the truth. Daphne worried enough as it was and there was no stopping Calista’s trajectory now. She didn’t intend to make it quick or painless. Mercy was not something Makena deserved for it was not just her wings she had taken.

The witch’s actions had been the catalyst to all of their suffering. The reason why Calista had been weak and unable to defend herself. Unable to protect Daphne or even find her in those first crucial days after she had been taken. Makena was to blame for the torture Daphne had been submitted to. She was responsible for fifteen years of purgatory. She was the butterfly that had set off the rippling effect across their universe and Calista was going to do so much more than pluck her wings.

“Remember me?” Stepping into Makena’s line of vision, Calista’s shadows quickly crowded the other woman. One second they were in the middle of the riots, the next they were halfway across the city, away from all the noise, somewhere no one but her would be able to hear Makena scream. It had almost been too easy to track her down. So much so that Calista couldn’t quite tell if the dark witch was getting sloppy, overconfident or if she simply got some kind of twisted kick out of living on the edge. It didn’t matter either way. “You didn’t think I would let you walk, did you?”

[isabellelaurent]

CLOSED AU STARTER: ELIO

Time: Midday, Present Day (2058)

For: @elio-del-vecchio

Isabelle cradled her coffee cup in her hands, fingers brushing the hot service to receive some sort of warmth. She watched the people, the humans, go about their day, smiling, chattering, embracing. It was the cold fire to her cup of water simmering slightly. They could take her power, yes, but they would never be able to take her. Isabelle held herself with the same poise, albeit tiredly. Chin up, but not too up, eyes level, but looking down. Face showing what she wanted to show, body unapproachable to all except the waiter whose job was to serve her.

She brought the cup to her lips and let the liquid heat her throat. Rashinlov had said that the P.S Group began developing items that could detect magic. Had Isabelle not been a target, she would have had immense respect for the apes. In under a century, they had discovered ways to combat supernaturals and depower one for eternity. Just a few years ago, their only defense against them was guns and knives.

She slid back in her metal chair and looked at the clouds, watching.

[artuswestwood]

Location: elf hideout Year: 2058, present day With: @wren-evenfall​

Despite purposefully pulling away from society, Artus still kept a radio that he often listened to, though he wasn't sure whether it helped or hindered his mental state at any given moment. There was still a part of him that wondered and wished things could have been different, but he mostly wanted to know when to expect worse to come. Now certainly seemed like the time for something worse to happen. However, as Wren entered the room, Artus gave him a soft smile and turned off the radio, turning all of his attention towards the other elf. 

“Hello, darling,” he hummed, his hands reaching out for Wren, pulling him close and onto his lap as his arms wrapped around his waist.  He reached up, kissing Wren’s cheek.  “How are you feeling?” As much as Wren might try to hide it, he couldn’t hide his increasing frail state from the eyes of someone who loved him deeply. Artus always made sure to check in with him.  

[judassamara]

year: 2058, present day location: remington tower with: @chris-elkar​

Showing up at the tower was something Judas was slowly starting to do more and more. With the witches making it secure, they felt comfortable being there, though it was usually just went he was bringing supplies he’d collected or checking in on people. They were planning on leaving, but they noticed a familiar looking figure across the large lobby. It was like a ghost from the past. As far as friends go, most of his had disappeared, presumed dead or confirmed dead. To see someone he thought was long gone brought up feelings they hadn’t dealt with in several years. 

Judas didn’t mean to, but he was soon running across the room, practically crashing into Chris as arms wrapped around him in a tight hug. They didn’t know what state the other was in and didn’t know if they should be careful with him, but their relief overrode any logic. “I missed you,” he murmured immediately, still holding onto him for a few moments. “How are you? Are you okay?”

[vivian-ambrose]

CLOSED STARTER: VIVIAN

For: @vivian-ambrose, From: @isabellelaurent

Location: Vivian's cell

Date: Present day- 2058 (AU)

Her heels clicked rhymatically on the stone floor as she descended to Vivian's cell. Through Daphne, who got her information from Chris, Isabelle found that Vivian was recovered. But it wasn't really Vivian. From the hurried description over the phone, Isabelle concluded that the one inhabiting Vivian's body was some sort of alter ego, brought on by that man in her past, Marius. Apparently Vivian was now quite temperamental.

That got her out of the catacombs, more into a routine she was used to. She had neglected her appearance for some time, knowing that the humans knew full well how she was usually. However, Vivian had never seen anything but, and Isabelle thought it would be some comfort for her to be somewhat familiar.

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Standing in front of her cell, Isabelle appraised the other vampire. "It's been some time since we last met."

~~

Vivian had been leaning against the stone wall of her cell on her bed, knees together as she considered her predicament. It was only a matter of time before Marius realized what had happened to her and send his forces to retrieve her. She could ponder a way to escape, but that just seemed tiresome and useless. The blonde had considered using Daphne or her idiot protégé Chris’s relationship with Vivian against them to free herself, but where was the fun in that? In a way, she’d come to accept her captivity as a means of a vacation away from Marius, no matter how painful her curse was making being away from her captor. 

When she heard the rhythmic clicks of heals, she figured it was probably Daphne, or another goody-two-shoes come to get information out of her. This realization prompted the cursed blonde’s sigh as her eyes began to roll. “If you’ve come to get information out of me, you’re better off just killing me,” she grumbled before a familiar face came into view. “Well well,  if it isn’t the Vampire mommy dearest? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Viv asked with an amusing smirk on her lips.

[xu-ying-feng]

The Search

location: The Shard

with: @chris-elkar

plot beats:

Theodore and Chris sneak into the building under the guise as regulars.

Upon searching the entire building, the two discover that the weapon is not in The Shard.

Both are mildly relieved and have a mini-celebration. Hugs and talks of coffee meetings are initiated.

On their journey out, they are spotted and attacked by a group of humans holding depowering weapons.

They manage to fight their way out. Though injured, their wounds are nothing time can't solve.

[makena-harris]

MAKENA HARRIS - A NEW WORLD BIO

Makena Harris left the Dumisani Coven by the year 2028 citing differing ideals, but in reality, the Dumisanis had kicked her out for her continual blatant disregard for the rules. Her more ambitious forays into necromancy saw her advancing to expert level very quickly after leaving the coven and she began working on conquering curse magic next.

When the global hack took place in 2030, Makena was thrilled as she firmly believed that the reveal of the supernaturals to the world at large was a good thing and she revelled in being able to live so openly with her magic thereafter. She was able to openly experiment and develop a great number of curses over the years and she monetised her magical skill set to humans who were desperate to either bring their loved ones back from the dead or curse their enemies. The chaos was also pretty fun to witness!

Her further descent down the dark path had her aligning with those who would enable her. She struck up a contract with a demon who would continue to extend her life and lend her demonic magic to channel into her black magic experiments; and worked for whichever human faction would pay her the most money to turn on her own kind.

She aided in the capture and even killings of many supernaturals over the years, using those opportunities to procure whatever magical ingredients she needed from the remains of their bodies, some of whom used to be her friends and acquaintances.

Makena continues to do the same in the present day and money is rolling in more than ever since President Park’s 2057 bill to depower all supernaturals was made public.

[calistaemmanuel]

closed starter || @chris-elkar​

time period: present day

The mere thought of having him in their home - of having anyone in their home besides Daphne and herself - was making Calista’s skin crawl with a host of emotions. Her fuse had grown progressively shorter in the years she had spent searching for Daphne and falling hadn’t exactly softened her edges. But Chris was important to Daphne, so as long as he didn’t pose a risk to the other woman’s safety, Calista’s hands were tied.

She remained standing, leaned against the kitchen island opposite the small pink sofa she had rescued from Daphne’s house back in Klin, waiting for Chris to get comfortable while they both waited for his sire to finish her bath. It seemed deliberate on Daphne’s part; she didn’t usually take quite this long and she must have known that Chris was going to come over. But while Calista didn’t appreciate her partner’s meddling, she also saw it as an opportunity to sound Chris out.

“You know, as much as Daphne appreciates these little visits of yours. If you ever lead anyone else here. I will burn you right along with them.”