Immediately after she’s done with Loren, Abasi, and Sunjata, Wessex heads to the temple proper where there’s a piece of parchment weight down with a paperweight, a pen and ink, the telephone shell, and the creation amulet on the old altar. Considering the shell for a moment, she makes a quick decision that this is not the time to use it. Maybe later. Instead, she picks up the pen and writes the following, recalling everyone who came through the doors WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here |
the best laid plans of mice and men
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the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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Age: 41 | Height: 5'7'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 11 - Strg: 31 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 30 - Int: 1 ZHANSHI - Mythical - Landshark (Airbending)
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10-19-2019, 11:56 AM
amun Well, LongNight had been boring up until recently. Granted, Amun wasn’t exactly the run headlong into danger sort, so he wasn’t looking forward to more monsters. However, after all the hype about how lethal it was during the dark week, so far it had seemed relatively tame. While he’d seen Wessex dash off, along with a bunch of men (kinky), he hadn’t experienced the monsters himself, at least not yet. Hopefully not ever: while he was not thrilled to be locked inside, he also wasn’t the heroic type, so he’d leave the shenanigans to those who had a death wish or martyr complex. However, when the queen had returned and started furiously scribbling before sitting back with a much too serious expression on her face, the potter had meandered over to her. That wouldn't do. Besides, The Voice had instructed him to get close to his fellow Ascended and there was no time like the present. Especially since all he seemed able to do was talk. Hopefully it wouldn't make him a dull boy. ”Writing in your diary, Princess?” He peered over her shoulder and glanced at the list of people, and at the news, his eyes lingering on certain names. Only one person’s started with a J, and he found himself smirking. Gotcha. ”What’s this panel?” If it was important enough to mention, he wanted to know all about it. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
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Age: 24 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 13 - Luck: 16 - Int:
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10-20-2019, 09:51 AM
Clemente Clemente isn't exactly the most patient boy, but he's certainly practiced it enough to turn it into a rewarding enough virtue. Rexanna's descriptions of Wessex would have been enough, but the Penumbra - more than aware of Clem's infatuation with the Wraith's legacy, and likely finding it hopelessly amusing - had pointed out the Queen subtly as soon as they had all gathered. Clem hadn't wanted to seem stupid, desperately wanted to impress the Queen, and she was admittedly intimidating just by virtue of her presence.And then, well. Amun. Isn't that explanation enough? Clem isn't the nicest teenager to be around, he's aware of that, but he's also kind of a little asshole just by nature. So when he sees Amun waddling his little way towards Wessex, his own meager hackles go up, and he slinks his long-legged way to his Queen's side. It's almost easy to ignore the annoying tiny man in the glow of idolization that nearly blinds him as he approaches Wessex. She's just so cool. Hearing her sharp orders, her no-nonsense approach to protecting them all even muted by walls and weird miss, Clem was already impressed. He sidles up to Wessex's elbow, leaving a wide berth between him and Amun, not quite willing to forgive the perceived slight against Rexanna just yet. "Hi, he says stupidly, a little shy and starstruck, but he's quickly knocked out of it and makes a blatant face at Amun's nickname. Because well. Clem is an asshole. "Can we exile him for calling you the wrong title?" he whispers at Wessex, though it's mostly - kinda - harmless teasing and Amun might be able to hear it. But if Amun ends up bothering Wessex too, Clem might just have to like chew on his ankle or something. He's not really creative but maybe a guy with a limp or a missing foot wouldn't get laid as much as he seemed to want. He at least manages to give a tiny fanged grin at Amun. If they have a relationship built on relentless assholery, that's totally fine by Clem. It's even kinda fun. Clem edges closer, keeping his eyes off the paper, not wanting to be rude when he desperately wants his Queen to like him. "Can I help do something?" Maybe he could at least make himself useful to her. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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10-21-2019, 02:06 AM
Potter ✓
Age: 41 | Height: 5'7'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 11 - Strg: 31 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 30 - Int: 1 ZHANSHI - Mythical - Landshark (Airbending)
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10-21-2019, 03:27 AM
amun Alright, A nickname did mean the potter liked someone. ”That’s right. Haven’t found one for you yet. Don't worry, I’ll figure something out though.” This time, his voice came out easily and with an almost friendly tone, without a hint of challenge; unlike Amun’s last encounter with the boy, the potter wasn’t trying to seduce one person while deliberately annoying another. Amun was willing and able to play nice. He preferred, it, honestly. Normally, he actually wanted people to have a good time. The stuffiness of the art project had just rubbed him the wrong way. Not sexually or fun, that was. For now, the brat would be spared more talk of orgies and anything exciting, really. However, Amun couldn’t let the boy one up the potter Walking forward, he leaned one hip against the table with the fancy schmancy magical items. He had to get himself some of these. That was a thought for later, though. ”You know I’m up for anything, Princess.” If she needed some support, he’d be here for her. And unlike that time he’d run from a fight, this time he’d stick by her. The Voice had impressed upon him the importance of the Ascended banding together. So for now, he’d trust in that. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
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10-21-2019, 09:50 AM
Clemente Despite being awkwardly taller than all of them, Clem feels like he's staring up into the light of a fierce, dying star when Wessex turns her gaze to him. The Wraith. Clemente had not experienced a proper upbringing, but certain lessons had been inscribed in his marrow. One had been kinship, loyalty, devotion. There was always a pinnacle, a leader, a point to a needle on a compass that would always guide you home. Few were granted that status on the streets, but they had existed. And whether it's his own childish idolization, or some deeper understanding that he is hers much in the way he will come to understand he is the Voice's, Clem doesn't think to question it.Already, as she speaks and teases Amun just as he had, Clem can't withhold his strained excited whisper; "Cool." She certainly looks like she's capable of kicking Amun's ass. That's already enough to make him giddy before she confirms that she willingly would. Her exaggerated whisper gets a little giggle from him that's a bit too young, and he tries to choke it down but his eyes remain bright with mirth at the ongoing teasing. Then Amun is speaking, and Clem feels his hackles smooth, smiling tentatively at the man, fangs poking awkwardly at his lips. Forgiveness for rough words and annoyances is just habit at this point. Soft words didn't have a place in his upbringing, holding a grudge against any who pissed him off would have starved him out of connections years ago. "Don't hurt yourself comin' up with one," he teases, but his lopsided smile doesn't shift. A tiny olive branch, if the man cares to take it from the teenager. But then Wessex is asking for his name and Clem turns to her like nobody and nothing else exists in the world. "Clemente, but uh. Y'can call me Clem." He tries to force himself still, pulled up proud instead of shuffling his feet shyly. Bites back on the gushing he wants to do and forces himself not to immediately speak when she accepts his help. He's gotta make himself look cool. "I'm a quick learner, what d'ya need?" Green eyes go flinty and sharp, lips twisting just as dangerously. A ghost that speaks to his terrible youth, the things he'd done to survive, the talents he'd accumulated that he now lay at Wessex's feet for her to wield at her leisure. Because she is his Queen, in more ways than political, and Clem has never wanted anything more than to belong. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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10-21-2019, 06:26 PM
Potter ✓
Age: 41 | Height: 5'7'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 11 - Strg: 31 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 30 - Int: 1 ZHANSHI - Mythical - Landshark (Airbending)
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10-21-2019, 08:43 PM
amun Clem. Terrible nickname. They could do way better than that. Amun grinned at the boy as Wessex shook Clem’s hand. ”Don’t worry, I won’t. Good thing we don’t feel pain.” The grin widened at the queen’s words. ”What she said. Welcome.” And like all families, they were a bit fucked up, but hey, the best families were. Then it was Wessex’s turn: the potter’s grin gained a little bit of a wicked edge as she commented on his recent behavior. However, he made sure to tone it down for the kid’s sake. Indeed, Amun looked positively tamed, more mischievous than anything else. ”You say that like it was all bad. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Then, though, she gives them their very serious orders. Spying and being unobtrusive and friendly. Cool. Easy enough. However, the trick with the telepathy was neat; he’d had it, once upon a time, so he raised his eyebrows, not having any trouble with the idea or the act. I knew you had me on your mind, Princess. Hopefully Clem couldn’t hear the teasing tone in Amun’s mental voice. He should probably acknolwedge the commands out loud. ”As you wish, Princess.” As she asked for the potter’s opinion, though, he smiled gently. ”That pretty much covers it. So I’ll just say that people will overlook you cause of your youth, Swift." Quick learner, swift, good enough. "Use that, listen more than you speak, and you’ll do just fine. Oh and stick close. The Voice told me we’re all gonna have to work together once LongNight is over.” Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to say out loud, so he lowered his voice for that last part. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
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Age: 24 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 13 - Luck: 16 - Int:
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10-23-2019, 08:08 PM
Clemente Clem feels like he's in one of those slow motion scenes in an action flick when Wessex presents her hand. He probably looks robotic with how he clamps down on any desire to tremble or rush, clasping his hand to hers and shaking firmly. She's just so fucking cool holy shit. And then - "Welcome to the family, kid." Clemente freezes, pale eyes wide and flickering with a myriad of emotions he can't hope to conceal from her. She is offering him the one thing he has always wanted, something that was never even granted to him in the first place. A family, a place to belong. People like him who will have his back, look out for him even if it's just on the most basic level. Being a single face in a sea of followers doesn't bother Clem, not when it means he's part of the united whole. "Thank you," he says earnestly, gaze moving between them as Amun adds his welcome. He doesn't expand on his gratitude if only for lack of proper vocabulary to describe how he feels. Not that he would have, if only to save face in front of the pair of them. He still has to try and look cool, even if he's practically on the equator with how chill he is at this point. Then they're giving him his task, and his spine straightens, drawing him to his full gangly height over them as he absorbs every task and offered advice. He jolts a little at the mental connection, eyes wide, but his mouth erupts in a fanged grin at the prospect of telepathy. That's useful. Clem certainly would have made use of that on the streets if he'd had such a cool talent. Amun speaks last, bestowing his new nickname - and Clem doesn't even mind it actually - as well as a small warning. Clem nods seriously, already abuzz with energy and the desire to go sneaking around on his Queen's behalf. He's not exactly sure what Amun is to him, so he's just kinda an additional mouth. Seems right. "I'm good at blending in, I'll see what I can find out." He's slightly intimidated by the idea that people might just not say anything interesting around him, but Clem fully intends to become the perfect fly on the wall. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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10-28-2019, 05:07 PM
Potter ✓
Age: 41 | Height: 5'7'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 11 - Strg: 31 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 30 - Int: 1 ZHANSHI - Mythical - Landshark (Airbending)
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10-29-2019, 08:58 PM
amun Amun could help but snicker at the look on the kid’s face. He looked dumstruck by As the queen quipped about their physical activities—and Amun’s proclivity for getting stabbed and battered—his smile gained a wicked edge. ”Always happy to provide you with a bit of entertainment, Princess.” Since they’d both explained they weren’t each other’s types, he seriously doubted she’d take him up on that offer. As for things he found enjoyable, well, one thing the queen said made him happy. ”I like exploring.” Less so the other two: he’d had his fill of Fae and was planning to leave this shit hole far far behind him. When Wessex brought up The Voice, the potter nodded in agreement. The goddess loved all her ‘bright ones.’ As for Amun, no, he didn’t have any questions, so at the inquiring look the queen sent his way, the potter just grinned and shook his head. I’m good. Turning to Clem, Amun gave the boy a jaunty wave. ”See you around, swift.” There were other, less choice nicknames the potter could’ve used, but he would stick with swift for now until something more suitable came up. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
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