Sortilege of Creation IC Thread

[foolcoolylover]

Payne

Angelo knew he shouldn't have said anything, but now that he had there was no chance of taking it back. "Pleasure, power, money, passion. Take your pick, the reasons are always different, but the action is the same. So tell me what is.. or should I say was your vice?" Keeping a cold tone Angelo knew he wouldn't take any action until the man decided to attack

Illya

It seemed to Atticus that something was a little off. Elli seemed to be very interested in him, but there were some questions that were best kept for later. "I need to be going for now, but I will return. You can count on that. Turning around to leave the castle the realization hit him. Not wanting to leave her disappointed Atticus turned back around and brought Elli close and whispered Not yet.. into her ear.

[Payne]

fooly

Sancraid's smile faded to a look of open concern as Angelo described what he had meant. "Yes, I know the abominations of which you speak. As a man of the church, I have been tasked with ridding the world of such vermin so that the rest of humanity may live on in peace."

This man seemed to have a strong sense of justice, and despite the fact that he would have to kill him eventually, Sancraid wondered if he might have been a kindred spirit under different circumstances. Actually, there was no reason not to test the theory now. When it came down to it, this man would merely be another sacrifice made in the line of duty to God.

"I'm afraid you've mistaken me though. I am not one of these abominations, but a hunter of them. Although there are several of such beings currently residing within the city, living off of the rest of the population like a plague."

Sancraid's smile had now returned as he bowed to the man. "Forgive me for taking so much of your time, but from your greeting, it seemed as if you would be interested to know more. I must get back to the Lord's work now." He now continued walking in the direction he had been headed before, leaving Angelo behind him. After he was out of earshot, Sancraid issued his parting words. "Happy hunting..."

[Prisma*Illya]

Day 3

Pharos stood at the window, gazing out as the sky began to lighten from black to blood red. His small, pale hand clutched the white satin curtains as he hummed to himself.

"So, the contest has begun in earnest. I wonder.. who will be the first to fall?"

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Ram watched Marietta carefully from his usual place in the corner. She was definitely moody since the botched job with the de Winter heir. He could tell by the way she was swiping at her toenails with the garish red nail polish like it was a pain brush.

"So, what's our next move then?" he finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Marietta gave a moody grunt, propping her feet up on the sofa arm.

"I've already got the next target picked out," she said, throwing the folder out. Ram picked it up, glancing at the name before raising his eyebrows.

"You sure?" he asked, staring hard at her. She glared back.

"Of course I'm sure," she snapped, fanning at her feet so the polish could try. "I'm going to make a splash."

Ram watched her quietly, before staring back at the picture of the blonde woman, somehow growing lovelier with age.

"You'd better hope so if you're going to go up against Cornelia Alba," he thought.

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Darien sipped on the cup of lukewarm coffee, wondering how he found himself here.

He'd gone out that morning to get some breakfast, when he idly began to wonder if Tear had been all right that night. He'd had a cousin once who got a concussion once and went to bed, only to never get up the next morning. It was stupid to worry, he reasoned, but for some reason he couldn't shake off the idea that she might not be all right.

So here he was, bagel hard as a rock and coffee no longer hot after the walk. He sighed, not wanting to admit that it had been worth it to feel the sweet relief at seeing her quietly resting form - and, amusingly enough, the piles of stray animals all around. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the wall, not wanting to intrude on her private domain without her knowledge.

"Sorry, I let myself in. Just wanted to make sure you were all right.."

He cleared his throat awkwardly, then held up the bag, "I brought susteinance."

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Jean clutched her notebook tightly, watching her phone to see if she would get a tip from the girl she had run into the other day. She bit her lip, then let out an exasperated sigh. It looked like she wouldn't be getting anything.

"All right then," she decided, heading for the door. "I guess I'll just have to find a lead myself."

[Payne]

Illya

Another clear night sky hung over the campfire as Tear laid back against a tree. Smoke rose into the upper branches before dissipating into the sky, unlike the music, which rebounded back down from the lower boughs, amplifying its intensity as it rose into a crescendo of life. All around, people danced and sung along in merriment.

That was until, once more, the sky went black, and they all turned towards Tear again. Their hungry eyes bore into her skull, amplifying her terror with each predatory glance cast in her direction. She already knew that no one would be to either her left or right. No one would come to save her this time either.

With people closing in on all sides, she could only press herself further back into the tree behind her, and much to her surprise, she felt it wrap its roots around her torso. She let out a muffled yelp and turned to look behind her, only to find that the tree had somehow become Darien, and the roots his arms wrapped around her protectively.

"Mhh..."

Tear's eyes slowly opened as a tapping sound echoed in her apartment. A cat was laid across her torso where Darien's arms had been in her dreams, and she pushed it off the bed, mumbling about personal space under her breath as she turned to see what was causing the commotion.

When she spotted Darien leaning against the door, she closed her eyes and shook her head as if not sure she was really awake. This was obviously a bad idea considering the blow she'd taken to the head the night before, and her vision spun in accompaniment to the dull throb behind her left eye. Unfortunately, this meant she was awake, and with the memory of her dream fresh on her mind, she turned a brilliant shade of crimson.

"I'm fine."

She looked away from him, looking for anything else to focus on until she could clear her mind, which she obviously didn't have much control over this morning. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the kindness, but this was a little too much of an invasion of her private life. On top of that, she had slept in her clothes last night, and there was no way she was a presentable human being for anyone to see, much less him.

"Excuse me for a few minutes, would you?"

She slid out of the bed and into the bathroom, and once the door was closed, pulled her dress off so she could step into the shower. Why had he grown a sense of concern now of all times? And what in the world made her so happy about that? But, most of all, why she hadn't locked her door last night?

[Prisma*Illya]

Payne

"I'm glad to hear that," Darien said noncommittaly, certainly not buying her response. She didn't seem okay, though whether that was a direct result of her injury or the fact that she wasn't a morning person.

He set down the bag on her nightstand, listening as the sounds of running water emerged in the background. He sat down and leaned against the wall to the bathroom, letting a sleek, chocolate brown cat leap onto his lap and nuzzle against his chest.

"You're certainly lively this morning," he said to Tear through the door, smirking to himself as he gently rubbed under the kitten's chin. It gave an affectionate purr, setting down on his lap.

"If only it was so easy to please your caretaker.." he mused quietly, finishing the last few sips of his now-cold coffee.

[Payne]

Illya

In the shower, Tear let the water wash away the dirt and grime from her capture the night before. It also gave her a few minutes to compose her thoughts, which had been running rampant since the morning before. Dreams or no dreams, she wasn't going to let her emotions get the better of her, especially if they were emotions she couldn't classify yet.

After she had gotten her thoughts together and gotten the smell of dead out of her hair, she stepped out of the shower and took her first look in the mirror since being hit in the head. A patch of yellow and purple was clearly visible across the left side of her forehead, with a pink scab just above the outside of her eyebrow. She gingerly touched it, checking to see if it still stung. Yup, she was definitely awake.

That was really too bad, because she hadn't brought any extra clothes with her into the bathroom. "Why do I get the feeling today is gonna be a nightmare?" After she turned away from the mirror, Tear exited the bathroom wearing her towel. Her normally flowing silver hair pressed tightly against her skin, weighted down by the water it still held.

She hadn't been able to tell what Darien was doing in her room because the sounds of the shower had drowned him out, but he seemed to have made himself somewhat comfortable. So, she didn't tell him to move as she made her way to the closet and selected her wardrobe for the day, looking more composed than she had been when he had woken her, and definitely more composed than she felt. The fact that he was in her apartment flustered her, but the fact that she hadn't chased him out was even worse.

After she'd collected what she needed from various drawers and shelves, she closed the closet door behind her and stepped into her attire for the day. She'd picked a dress of similar style to the one she'd worn the day before, although this one was navy instead of black, and she wrapped the towel around her hair before stepping back out into her room.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

[NoIn-LoKi]

Jean

…the shadows closed in, blurred features of darkness. The only light left was shining down on someone sitting on a chair. She tried to reach him, running forward. Then the picture zoomed in and Lonerin's face appeared, distorted with pain and fear, his eyes wide. She wanted to say something, but felt oddly muted and glued in place. Without warning the shadows surrounded him fully, extinguishing the light…

Dubhe's eyes flew open and she gasped, sitting up in shock. Her breath was coming hard and she was clutching her blanket with sweaty hands. Her body went from rigid to limp when she realized everything had just been a nightmare. Her clammy hands wiped over her face and to her surprise there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath, it wasn't surprising that she had a nightmare after all that happened yesterday.

The light outside was already light red, a sign that it was past the early morning hours when the light was eerily crimson. She stepped out of bed and headed for the shower, the cold water washing away the rest of the nightmare. After breakfast, she stood again at the open window, holding the tea cup with both hands. It was a welcome ritual to think about the coming day.

That reporter from last night had displayed odd behavior and she felt curious about her reaction. Yes, maybe she would go see her first, just to see what she knew and why she was so curious.
Setting out, she ventured near the place she's seen her last and then walked towards the address that was written on the card. Finally she stood across the street of the apartment complex contemplating what she would even say if she rang the doorbell.

Then the door opened and Jean herself walked out, the notebook tight in her hands. Seizing the chance without thinking, she crossed the street and walked towards the Jean. "So, what kind of story are you writing today, Jeanette?" she asked when she approached her from the side, trying to sound casual.

[madarra]

Creus

The council member wasnt doing too good,being an old man didnt help with his situation,his wounds were too great for him to live through,but still, he managed to speak some phrases in a disjointed form of english before dying. "Innocent hmm..." that person, Ishtar, he might`ve been innocent,if so, he was probably used as a scapegoat,they needed to blame someone for the current situation of the world,to distract from their own blame of not stopping it in time.

"And a mercenary..." the man spoke of a mercenary that was going to kill him, probably hired to take him out before he gets in their way...if it wasnt already to late."Maybe it was her..." gun were very unusual for a magus,but if they were a freelance mercenary,they might be a little more open to such things.He`ll need to dump the corpse to make sure this mercenary cant track it, the river is probably best,then he`d return and plan out tomorrow,now that he had someone on his tracks,he needed to be extra careful.

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Emily


Alone,in her room, Emily stood by the window,looking out and bitting on her nail in annoyance .She had done as planned, she walked around the finantial distict all of last night,but still, she didnt find anything, not even a Dead and not even a hint.She knew now how the old man looked like.but without any photo`s of him, asking around with just a description isnt gonna get her far.Plus,there was someone else hunting this Dead Apostle,he may already be dealt with and she just didn't know.She`d have to check around the streets today, make sure if someone died last night or not,it wouldn't tell her if her target had died,only if he had feed,if he did, he was most likely still around,if not,she might just have to find something else to do,maybe look for some angel ranks.

[Prisma*Illya]

Payne, Noin

Darien had been half-dozing as he rested against the wall, feeling more comfortable in the atmosphere of this room than the chapel area - despite the fact that this was Tear's room. He was jolted into full consciousness by the sound of the door beside him opening, and opened his mouth to speak when the words got caught in his throat.

Well, he hadn't been expecting that.

She had come out garbed in only a simple white towel, her curves far more noticeable than usual. She was still wet from the shower, and beads of water ran tantalizingly down her creamy white skin.


What had he been going to say? He couldn't be sure - his mind had gone blank. Thankfully she asked a question, rousing him from his stupor. Darien nodded to the bag on her nightstand, setting the empty cup of coffee aside.

"Some bagels," he said. "Hopefully they're not too hard."

Suddenly feeling akward, he stood up and moved to the door, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, I just thought I'd check up on you. I know we're not supposed to meet till tonight, so I guess I'll head out till then.." he said faintly, walking backward slowly to see if she would try to stop him.

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Jean had just marched determined from her building when suddenly a voice sounded from her left, causing her to squeak and drop her notebook in a panic.

"Oh, it's you.." she said, avoiding looking at Dubhe for fear that her embarrassment would show. She hastily grabbed her notebook up and adjusted her glasses before taking a deep breath and looking at the other girl.'

"I'm investigating the ritual that turned the world this way," Jean said grimly. "Yes, I witnessed a group performing some bizarre ritual, and immediately afterward the world became.. well, like this. And I want to know why."

She wasn't sure if the girl would laugh or call her a nut, but she didn't care. She was determined to find out whatever she could from this girl, whether she realized it was connected to the ritual or not.

[Payne]

Illya

Tear noted the look on Darien's face as she stepped out of the closet, as well as the fact that his eyes were still tracing up and down the length of her in the dress she had donned in place of the towel. She gave him a tantalizing smile as she fished a bagel out of the bag on her nightstand. "Don't worry hun, I'm French. We like them hard."

She put the bagel in her mouth and held it there with her teeth as she made her way back into the bathroom to work on taming her hair. When he offered to leave, she stuck her head out of the bathroom to look at him again. "If you were just gonna leave, then why bother to wake me up?" She took another bite of the bagel and shrugged before disappearing back into the bathroom. "Suit yourself."

She honestly wasn't sure if she wanted him to stay or not. Having to put up with his presence was a constant task for her, but at the same time, he had been nice enough to see if she was alright after being injured the night before. No, that didn't matter. He had invaded way too far into her personal space, and she wanted him out, or at least that's what she would keep telling herself to feel better.