Magnus Delavan

Everyone has that one desire, that one thing they'd pay the ultimate price for. My job is to entice you to give into you inhibitions and seal the deal with nothing more than a kiss.

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Frustrations || Miranda/Magnus

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An evil smirk spread across her lips when she heard the door open. For one fleeting moment, she had hoped that he had brought back with him but her bad luck was holding true as the handsome demon stood in the center of the room. Alone. The magic he gifted her 60 years ago twisted and twirled around her fingers, a ball of spiritual magic, gold and translucent built larger and larger. Fueled by annoyance, rage, and frustrations. 

“I hate this place,” she said. Her voice was almost a growl. Rage curling her lip. “I hate it. I want to kill them all! I want to watch this place burn.” If she couldn’t find her fathers killer she’d simply take them all out. what was one town full of supernatural scum against all the millions of towns that were safe of mortals? It was nothing. This place was unnatural. An abomination. It deserved the chaos and death. She only wished she was doing more to further it. 

She tossed the ball of magic across the room, the orb hitting the wall and splintering out. For a moment images of past occupants filled the wall like a movie before the magic dissipated and the ugly flowered wall paper was back. “I just want to find them and finish it.” She knew what that meant. She knew it would mean her death but she didn’t care. 80 years was plenty long. 

As any wise man would, he backed up, not at as the venomous words left her lush lips but around the point of the fire ball making contact with the opposing wall of the already small room. Any marks would have been superficial but he’d become quite taken with his current attire. “We’ve become well suited to the limited society” they did turn heads when they entered the room “- that in itself should make it easier teasing information from their fickle minds without causing too much suspicion”.

His time hadn’t been completely wasted on his own wants since his arrival. Though it came as a shock finding someone who was undoubtedly stronger than himself working within a library setting, one of the four horsemen would anyone believe. But from this, he’d not only picked up on how clicky the different species were but more into the founding of the town as a whole. Sure it could also be seen as scraping the bottom of the barrel but it had been repeated on numerous occasions that often things happened with assistance from the unlikeliest of situations.

An added method, should he chose to resort to it, was picking at his master's span of knowledge, the man held Magnus in high regard but a contract was a contract and he was becoming impatient to how long he’d been left waiting.

Reaching out and taking the others fingers and raising them to his lips Magnus kissed the open palm from which magic had been previously launched from. “Destroying the room, however, won’t keep us in such a positive spotlight so for now, I suggest you curb some of that temper.”

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3) Do a round of shots

Someone just may have missed the memo that Demons aren’t the biggest of drinkers and if, such as situations like this, they do partake in the so called luxury they don’t exhibit the same inebriated state. Still, it was to some amusement to observe the ‘louder than life’ witch, losing the ability to hold together a complete sentence.

She’d already shifted closer, no doubt to use the table as an additional means of support and the swaying was almost becoming a concern. He wouldn’t have cared should she have fallen but it would have come as an unnecessary attraction of surrounding attention. It was the only thing holding him back from giving her a helping nudge. Instead, reaching for a still full glass amongst the tray of empties Magnus rose the beverage with a slight nod of his head before downing the contents and without bearing the notion of a wince in favour of the burning liquid travelling down his vessels throat. “Still convinced you can drink me under the table?”

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Frustrations || Miranda/Magnus

The fayre had been highly entertaining if you asked Miranda. People had died. People had gotten hurt. All around a good time was had by her. She’d made herself a pretty friend, and even had a bit of fun with a bar back…until she’d tired of him and pulled the soul from his body. It was a trivial thing and she’d fixed it to look like a suicide, but it wasn’t like she really cared. This town was full of sinners and liars and murderers. That was all this town was full of. They all deserved the fate they got, Miranda was just happy to be part of the group that doled the punishment out. 

He had been a very handsome bar back with a lot of spirit, but in the end, it was hers and his energy was plenty strong to fuel her magic. She had needed that little jolt of life to put a bounce in her step. It was a nice. This town had started to suck her dry, not literally but more emotionally. She was getting closer to her fathers killer, she could taste it, but she still had not been able to find what she sought. 

Once the fayre had ended and she’d found her way back to the little room she shared with Magnus, she had found that it was empty. Perhaps he had found himself a spot of fun as well. It didn’t really matter and she’d spent her time running the little things that she had caught at the fayre and the fact that it was likely that her father’s murderer had been there. It needled her to the point of frustration and her magic crackled at her fingers tips. She needed to figure this out! She needed to find the killer and fulfill her contract. She was growing tired of her station and the weariness was starting to turn her mind to darker and darker places. She needed to talk to Magnus. She needed to know if he had anything more to go on.

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Well, that was entertaining, rubbing shoulders with some of the locals and pissing off one or two that couldn’t decipher just what he was, not that he was one to be so openly blunt, besides where was the fun? He’d missed all the hype surrounding the apparent murder and from what the rumours told him were quite vicious wounds requiring hospitalisation. Instead, he found himself called back to the cross roads to allow someone to make a deal with the devil. The man in question was rather handsome though it wasn't his place to share the details of the arrangement just that he had a ten-year contract etched across his body and one that Magnus would need to wait some years again to see. 

From the fleeting look on Miranda’s face, he gathered something had happened, the woman was unmerciful, much like himself, so he doubted it was caused by some man jilting her advances. She’d have eaten them alive regardless. He’d know for one but alas he was feeling well and with another contract in his pocket along with a tingling feeling spread across his lips he was against letting another dampen his rare state.

Returning to the single room it did surprise him to see the other had returned instead of splayed across some strangers bed, back twisting and arching in bouts of pleasure or perhaps she was saving such an image for him. Walking effortlessly into the room the demon traced his fingers over the younger woman's shoulder while his breath tickled and encouraged the finer hairs to stand on the back of her neck. With just a glance the entrance to the room closed once again offering privacy to the room. “It’s been some time since I've found you this wound up.”

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Colin O'Donoghue looking cute af during the Brave New Warriors panel at SDCC

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Can you explain more what your relationship with Miranda is?

She signed a contract for my service and I adhered to her request.

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What do you make of the whole stabby-stab-stab scenario?

Was sad to miss the whole commotion! Though there were offers, one I personally received, to be stabbed or more formally to be some vamps target practice to which I had to decline. It's difficult to comprehend how creatures with such differences could have lived in such harmony for so long. It was due to happen

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Did you enjoy the fayre?

The fayre was - interesting, to say the least. I fell upon some interesting characterisations or worded more correctly one in particular practically fell into me. With a swarm of little urchins who were more that easily pleased with back hand magic.

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lydiyaxpavlov:

She bit her lip, knowing where this was going now. Coin behind the ear. Classic. She grinned when he pulled the coin from behind her ear. Her brows furrowing together when he tilted her head even more coins fell out. Her jaw dropping at the kid’s somewhat becoming enraged at the revelation. Her hands going up in defense, “Hey… guys. Listen. Those aren’t mine, they are definitely his.” She nodded before they all started laughing. She narrowed her eyes at the dark haired man beside her and nodded, “I guess. I mean they have been looting pretty hard today.” She said with a wink as all the kids took off to get drinks.

Her bottom lip poked out as she felt a sudden change in herself, a skin crawling feeling that she couldn’t shake away. She brushing her hands against her skin, to make sure there were no bugs on her and shrugged, probably nothing. She thought to herself before starting to walk. “So, you enjoy putting on tricks for all the little kiddos or is that just your side act?”

The mixed expressions were quite comical to gaze upon that was, until, he was left alone with the witch beside him who’d taken to flapping about like some possessed canary. At least that was only short lived as was the slight tingling in his fingers. “Children and I don't usually see eye to eye, but as I've already begun making an effort with dressing as I should, I saw no reason not to continue with some of the more pleasing festivities. Still, a simple trick is really no big deal.“

Following just a few steps behind, Magnus took the opportunity to look at the woman with a little more intent, his heart, in theory, was held by another, not that either would utter such nonsense but it didn't mean he couldn't or shouldn't gander at what surrounded him. She was physically pleasing to the eye though carried too much whimsical energy for his caring. “Just what’s your place around these parts?”

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Ol’ Time Festivities || Rayne & Magnus

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Her eyes traveled the length of this creature’s body, taking in the clothing and the stance. She’d hit a nerve apparently with her request. Well wasn’t that just a wonderful little bit of information? “Hmm, I see,” she said taking his arm and leading them through the crowd. “Perhaps another time. I’m rather fond of stabbing things.” She did love to draw blood, but this one’s blood smelled wrong. She’d draw his just to understand the smell of it. It was so familiar but there was something else to it that didn’t fit. 

“Mincing words has never been my strong suit,” she said as they walked. “Tact isn’t either. I will find out what you are, but for now, I will settle for a name. I’m Rayne and you are?” 

Her words were menacingly defensive though he doubted that was the intention, just as it wasn't his style to let loose lips reveal just what he was, of course, half the fun was watching the confusion etch over the seeker's features as if they were trying to solve some trouble some puzzle. This thought alone widened the already prominent smile on his face. “Rayne, hmm pleasant enough, your mother, I assume must have under the pretence that your attitude would be one to match. Still, I assume you have other redeeming factors now.”  His arm gently but noticeably squeezed the slender limb curled around his own “- you may know me as Magnus.”

The edge of his previous tone had smoothed out and was replaced with the more familiar charm, though he felt it wasted, it was important he held onto his calm seeming facade. It seemed effortless on how the pair glided through the crowd, obtaining well-placed glances with the space to allow them to think what they will. “Knife throwing, it has to be said is an unusual hobby, would it be in my interest to ask how you came across it and practice?”

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Ol’ Time Festivities || Magnus & Mina

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Her head lifted in amusement at his well practised line, “Good one.” She quipped in retort, but flattery was still flattery, and that was a quick way to winning her over no matter how shallow it was. Mina was a vain creature, and forever would be. Her eyes glanced down to his arm, then back up to his face. She looked over her shoulder, Vaughn had vanished for the time being, possibly refilling his skin or getting some practice in for the archery, and it left her with some time spare.

She stepped forward and slipped her arm through his; and he’d immediately notice the distinct heat that emanated from her. An aura that warmed the air that could only be the source of magic, “I think I’d like that very much.” She smirked, “And with any luck you’ll get to see just how interesting I am too.”

His eye brow quirked at the matched comment, just as he began to figure just what he was dealing with, a witch but what she specialised in remained to be seen. “I doubt luck will have anything to do with it as I seem to have a natural talent for having all the best bits revealed to me.” Speaking of which, [no pun intended] was it just him or was there a distinguishable heat building between the two of them? He would often brag about having that kind of effect on people but this was something he’d not experienced for some centuries. 

So, what was seeming less favourable? not that any normal or sub normal crowd would direct anyone's attention away from him. As they moved with ease through the distracted crowd, cheerful tones called out from the purpose built tavern. Magnus didn’t need or benefit from such sustenance but I did offer a place to rest and a time for tongues to start wagging. “Would M'lady care for a goblet of wine?”

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lydiyaxpavlov:

She grinned, “Alright, just don’t steal my punks from me and we’ll be ok.” She grinned at the mention of magic and the kids reactions. She loved street magic it was fun as hell so she was more excited than they were. Her head nodding in excitement. She paid close attention as the kids passed it around until it made it back to the guy. 

Her eyes went wide at him insisting her to be his assistant. A blush rising in her cheeks a little bit as she grinned at the kids and nodded. She watched closely like he said. Her eyes on his hands until he showed his empty palm, causing her to squeal and clap excitedly. The kids still shocked with amazement. “That was great!” 

“But where’s it gone?”

There were a few other comments all been muttered at once but all running to the tune of what he’d expected to hear. It briefly reminded him of an old saying that came to light every now and again ‘that something simple to one, is truly amazing to another’. This time, it showed that he’d just picked the right kind of audience. 

Without prior warning, his fingers reached out to brush a strand of hair behind his dazzling assistant's ear and with what resembled an almost intimate touch, stroking around the outer shell only to reveal a familiar silver coin balancing between his fingers, whilst with the other he shhh’d the preempted applause. Palming the first coin Magnus threw a wink towards the group before reaching again in a similar manner only to slightly tilt the young witches head.This time 5/6 coins seemed to fall from behind her ear and into a freshly empty palm. 

“Looks like someone's been holding out on you! - ” His words were surrounded by a familiar charisma, carried along with an unusual lightheartedness, well unusual for him anyway. 

“- I’d say you owe these chaps a drink of soda wouldn't you say?” this time his comment was directed towards the witch as he offered up the magically acquired change.  

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Ol’ Time Festivities || Rayne & Magnus

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Rayne pursed her lips, eyes scanning him. She could not get past the wrongness of his scent and her eyes narrowed. “I was on my way to the knife throwing contest,” she told him coldly. “You’re welcome to join me, either as an escort or as a target. I’m rather impartial to which.” She was still struggling with pinpointing what he was. Never one to shy away, the words were out of her mouth before she could question whether it would be considered rude or not. Not that she cared all that much if it was. “What are you,” she asked, her voice a bit harsher than even her normal tone. To others, his smooth talk and handsome looks would more than likely put them at ease, but the scent raised flags and her mind worked furiously to understand why. He smelled human, there was blood and a beating heart only there wasn’t. Death and decay. That was part of what she smelled. It wasn’t a vampire scent, it was something else. Something…different. Yet he also smelled familiar. She knew the underlying scent like she’d smelled it before. But where?

The smile on his face just seemed to widen at the frustration of the other, even going as far as adding a slight skip in his step as he moved back. However, the thought of having knives aimed at him hardly seemed like his idea of fun especially as he’d grown was rather fond of the meat suit he was occupying. Not that the harsh tongue of the cold hearted wasn't a close enough comparison. 

“Not one to mince your words are you?” A chuckle surrounded his words as he looked over the direction they were headed “still, as a gentleman it would be my honour to escort you to your chosen task, even if I’m regretfully not as willing to offer my services as target practice. As for what I am, wouldn’t it be more interesting on both our parts for you to at least throw out an assumption?”

“- and let's just agree to disagree that I don't heal quite as quickly” the sudden hint of venom in his voice came as quickly, like a delayed but triggered a reaction. 

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Lydiya’s brows raised and she shook her head vigorously, “No way!” She scoffed her jaw hanging in amazement that he thought some of this brood of kids were some of hers. Her brows scrunched and she watched him closely, a smile curling the corners of her lips. She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. “You trying to steal my lost boys, dude? If so that is not cool at all.” Her smile remaining as she waited for him to demonstrate whatever trick he had up his sleeve.

“Oh, you have me all wrong, you can keep your flock, I merely desire a moment of their seemingly short attention” Just as one idea left his thoughts another, seemingly more appropriate entered. There was no need to get his hands dirty, in the literal sense, instead, he opted for a more traditional trick with an added twist of his own. While waving the youngsters closer Magnus reached into his pocket retrieving a solid silver coin and began weaving it fluently between his fingers. “You kids like magic?”

He received a few nods while a couple of others were barely able to utter out a ‘yeah’, it wasn't worth over thinking their responses as after all weren’t they all here to have some fun? “Okay, one solid coin, is it not?” Tossing it to the kid closest to him for added confirmation that it was as it appeared, then quickly voicing the sentiment it carried. Not that anyone would get very far should they have decide to pocket it and run. 

Keeping an enthusiastic smile stretched across his features, the demon chuckled as the coin, having been swiftly passed around, was thrown back. “Now my charming assistant - ” A quick wave of his free hand fell upon the which beside him “ - will watch for any trickery as I make this coin disappear.” Finally pressing the silver metal into the palm of his hand Magnus squeezed his fingers into a tight fist, His eyes momentarily turning dark. 

“And wallah!“ Unravelling his fingers the children’s faces showed that of amazement as they looked over an empty palm.

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lydiyaxpavlov:

Lydiya was still running rampant with her motley crew of little kids. She had impressed several more with her “fireworks” and had made herself a nice sized group. They weren’t causing much trouble really just innocent childhood fun. For this time she could forget about being an adult for a little bit and just be a kid for a while. Forget about all the times she missed out on this kind of thing or how she typically ruined them for herself by running around pick pocketing. None of that today, just innocent wooden sword fights and capturing the bad guys. 

That is until she bumped into someone. She had been walking backwards watching the kids do the same and of course didn’t look in time and wham! She ran right into the guy turning around quickly. “Sorry about that. Did you know that these guys didn’t know you could walk backwards! I seriously question what they teach in that school now, since I left.” Her hands folded behind her back and as she grinned like a little kid just knowing she was going to get in trouble. 

Magnus opened his mouth in response but found himself cut short by the unexpected sentence coming from the other. He had been about to add a little explanation on how he’d taken to walking aimlessly whilst he taking in the intriguing sights and smells but any intellect he held had quickly diminished looking upon somewhat childish features. Adjusting his partly open tunic the demon briefly glanced over the small squadron of children, laughing and encouraging each other to repeat the apparent new trick. 

A slight smile picked at his lips as he looked back towards the woman, “Are any of these yours?” it was more of a passing comment, one that he wouldn't object to having answered while he started rolling up his sleeves. Magnus hadn’t really spent time with such a young generation but with all the goings on and maybe picking up on the others energy, it didn't seem to hurt to step out of his own comfort zone. “Let's see what they make of this.”

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Ol’ Time Festivities || Magnus & Mina

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Mina was thoroughly enjoying the fayre so far. Even though she still felt on edge about the spirit plaguing the town and that this was Lex’s first real day back out in the open since Quinton’s attack, she could say that she was having a good time. With how she dressed one might think she had been the one who was crowned Queen of the fayre, but no matter that she wasn’t, it didn’t stop her from dressing like one.

She was having a browse of all that was going on when she caught an intriguing signature in the air. An aura that exuded strength not quite like the others, and when she turned to look she’d see the tall, dark and handsome man that was moving through. She didn’t recognise him, so if anything that meant that she needed to go and introduce herself. 

Mina swung her skirts around her and approached, a smirk wide on her lips, “Well you’re interesting,” She told him outright, Mina was never known to be a subtle woman, “Far too interesting for a place like this.”

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Confidence! There was virtually nothing more enticing than an individual who either knew what they wanted or knew how to get it. The eye-catching attire also played a noticeable part. There was no denying that this newly introduced beauty had caught his interest and in a big way. “Just as a smile like yours is wasted on the eyes of these simpler species.” The words purred from his lips like well-rehearsed lines from a play and still, a compliment was a compliment and just as the woman before him had displayed, Magnus was hardly one to shy away from his own fine features. His eyes darkened slightly accompanying a sided smile.

Offering his arm as any gentleman would, the aged demon gave little care to the glances that had turned to face their little show. “How about you find out JUST how interesting I can be?”

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Ol’ Time Festivities || Rayne & Magnus

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Rayne had been eyeing the board of competitions and decided to put her name on the list for knife throwing. Possibly she would do others, but the woman was damn good with a knife. Especially when it was looking to do some damage. She lost her beau at some point in the festivities, which was not too shocking. They each had people they needed to see and splitting up just made sense. She’d find him in a bit. She was betting she’d find him with a turkey leg and a pint, no doubt completely enjoying the fayre. 

She stepped back from the booth she was at; some face painting booth, and turned on flat feet (not her normal shoes but the six inch heels would not do well in this terrain) and noticed a strange man. Handsome, yes, but strange. Something cracked in her mind and her eyes narrowed. He smelled…wrong. Though how, she could not say. “First time at the fayre?” She asked as she walked up to him. “You seem lost.”

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There had to be something about his stance that made him stand out like a sore thumb. His costume though uncomfortable in places fitted in with the general theme and if he was to openly brag looked better than what most had scrimped together. So his being answered at least one of the questions tossed his way. so onward to the other -  “To be lost I'd have had to have a destination in mind, while that isn’t the case I must be exactly where I intended to be.”

His tone, as expected was filled with charisma as the words to provided nothing more than a clear explanation. It was only after a brief pause passing between them that he glanced at his unexpected company via the corner of his eye. The longer he spent in the town the easier he found it to home in on the more dominant species, with vampires, they carried an airy chill. “Still, should you carry some recommendations, I'd feel more obliged to get my feet wet as it were. With your company of course.”

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There was something about history that really turned Magnus’ head, the fact that in some form or another, he’d existed through some of the most written about events didn't really contribute to his almost obsessive nature of looking into how a place set its roots. The fayre seemed the perfect opportunity to both see and hear some created stories, as they many partook in crude attempts of reenacting ol’ time activities such as sword fighting and jousting?!? The latter being something he would personally leave to the faster healing folk. 

From his own strange experience and a few interesting articles, he pulled, with help from the strangely alluring librarian, the demon couldn't deny that there was indeed a black cloud hovering over the event. Not that it would stop him from taking full advantage of what was on offer. 

Dressed in some flouncier attire he’d pulled from a costume store, Magnus stepped back to take in the strange surroundings. It surprised him just how willing everyone, including mortals, was to dress in unusual and sometimes restrictive clothing. 

Speaking of his own areas of discomfort. Still, he was just as game as any to stand up and make a noticeable fool of himself.