Nightshade & Gasoline, a write-in urban fantasy quest
- Thread starter Mourning Dove
- Start date
- Original Fantasy Modern
lavanderjasmine
Master of decoration
- Location
- R'lyeh
[x] ... You're a few good inches shorter than most people. Better hope that stool is still intact.
[x] Perpetually messy hair. Do you even own a comb?
[x] Sure you're still in pyjamas, but your clothes definitely prioritize comfort over fashion. Soft, loose, and warm is about as far as your criteria goes.
[x] Your mom is (was? I dunno) Cherokee and that's reflected in your features.
Name:
[x] Campbell
Traits:
[x] Magic Sense
[x] Good Visual Memory
[x] Perpetually messy hair. Do you even own a comb?
[x] Sure you're still in pyjamas, but your clothes definitely prioritize comfort over fashion. Soft, loose, and warm is about as far as your criteria goes.
[x] Your mom is (was? I dunno) Cherokee and that's reflected in your features.
Name:
[x] Campbell
Traits:
[x] Magic Sense
[x] Good Visual Memory
- Location
- Leeds
On mobile so I'm not going to bother trying to vote properly. Just wanted to say cool update and we wreaked that imp. In future I think salt should be your first resort to everything.
Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
Updating my vote:
[x] ... You're a few good inches shorter than most people. Better hope that stool is still intact.
[x] Perpetually messy hair. Do you even own a comb?
[x] Sure you're still in pyjamas, but your clothes definitely prioritize comfort over fashion. Soft, loose, and warm is about as far as your criteria goes.
[X]Moriah
[X]Light on your Feet
[X]Good Visual Memory
[x] ... You're a few good inches shorter than most people. Better hope that stool is still intact.
[x] Perpetually messy hair. Do you even own a comb?
[x] Sure you're still in pyjamas, but your clothes definitely prioritize comfort over fashion. Soft, loose, and warm is about as far as your criteria goes.
[X]Moriah
[X]Light on your Feet
[X]Good Visual Memory
- Location
- um how about i don't
I wonder what this coven will think about us voring spirits. Maybe they'll be really into it!
Prologue - 8
- Location
- Switzerland
>what do you look like?
Well, considering you just fought a demon, you could look a lot worse - judging from the part of your reflection you can actually see, at least, which is roughly everything from your chin on up. People should really start hanging their mirrors lower.
You take yourself in: Messy black hair, brown skin, black eyes with an impressive set of dark bags under them. The usual. You try running a hand through your hair and splash some more water in your face for good measure. It doesn't really do much, but you still feel a little more presentable.
You should probably put on some clothes as well. Should you dress up? At this point, you're honestly not sure if you do own anything besides oversized T-shirts and hoodies in various shades of black, but maybe you could try foraging through the depths of your closet. Your meeting with the Coven is a sort of job interview, right? Unless it is more of an exam.
God, you hope it's not an exam. Maybe you should go through your notes again just in-
You sense her presence mere seconds before you hear her voice; she's quick like that. It's just enough time to turn around.
"Hi, Cam."
Maeve is sitting on the rim of your bathtub, hands buried deep in the pockets of her leather jacket. It's black with an excessive amount of silver studs, and it looks ridiculously out of place in this tiny old bathroom. If Maeve's aware, she doesn't let on.
You're not sure if she could take it off, actually.
You don't really know how ghosts work.
Maeve doesn't seem aware of your musings. She's watching you with a frown, eyes never quite meeting yours. You don't really think much of it. You haven't known her for all that long, but bitter has been her default expressions in these last few days. Ever since she… you know. Died.
Due to you.
You really owe her for that one.
"…You probably shouldn't have done that," Maeve says, and you feel a chill run down your spine. Oh. You're pretty sure you know what she's talking about.
[]Input command
Campbell: Confused college student, imp slayer, in way over their head. That's You.
Perks: Magic Sense, Good Visual Memory
Maeve: Formerly a demon hunter for the Coven, currently very dead. That last one's on you. She has a Plan, and you probably owe it to her to go along with it.
You have entered a conversation. Normal command rules apply. Conversation commands can be anything from >say hi to Maeve, or >say hi to Maeve in a cheerful way to a more precise >"Sup Maeve. Haven't seen you in a while."
Feel free to ask questions, make jokes... you know, whatever humans do when they talk. But be aware that characters will remember your interactions, and character relationships will be an integral part of this quest. Doesn't mean everyone has to be your best friend. Being nice might not always be the best way to get what you want.
Also, I wasprocrastinating feeling motivated so I guess there's illustrations now. And a new Characters tab (should be the last one).
Well, considering you just fought a demon, you could look a lot worse - judging from the part of your reflection you can actually see, at least, which is roughly everything from your chin on up. People should really start hanging their mirrors lower.
You take yourself in: Messy black hair, brown skin, black eyes with an impressive set of dark bags under them. The usual. You try running a hand through your hair and splash some more water in your face for good measure. It doesn't really do much, but you still feel a little more presentable.
You should probably put on some clothes as well. Should you dress up? At this point, you're honestly not sure if you do own anything besides oversized T-shirts and hoodies in various shades of black, but maybe you could try foraging through the depths of your closet. Your meeting with the Coven is a sort of job interview, right? Unless it is more of an exam.
God, you hope it's not an exam. Maybe you should go through your notes again just in-
You sense her presence mere seconds before you hear her voice; she's quick like that. It's just enough time to turn around.
"Hi, Cam."
Maeve is sitting on the rim of your bathtub, hands buried deep in the pockets of her leather jacket. It's black with an excessive amount of silver studs, and it looks ridiculously out of place in this tiny old bathroom. If Maeve's aware, she doesn't let on.
You're not sure if she could take it off, actually.
You don't really know how ghosts work.
Maeve doesn't seem aware of your musings. She's watching you with a frown, eyes never quite meeting yours. You don't really think much of it. You haven't known her for all that long, but bitter has been her default expressions in these last few days. Ever since she… you know. Died.
Due to you.
You really owe her for that one.
"…You probably shouldn't have done that," Maeve says, and you feel a chill run down your spine. Oh. You're pretty sure you know what she's talking about.
[]Input command
Status:
no injuries
slightly hungry
Inventory (no bag):
empty
Objective:
Talk to Maeve. Get ready to head out to the coven.
no injuries
slightly hungry
Inventory (no bag):
empty
Objective:
Talk to Maeve. Get ready to head out to the coven.
Magic power:
average
Runes known:
"Heat" (you do not know how to write this rune)
average
Runes known:
"Heat" (you do not know how to write this rune)
Campbell: Confused college student, imp slayer, in way over their head. That's You.
Perks: Magic Sense, Good Visual Memory
Maeve: Formerly a demon hunter for the Coven, currently very dead. That last one's on you. She has a Plan, and you probably owe it to her to go along with it.
You have entered a conversation. Normal command rules apply. Conversation commands can be anything from >say hi to Maeve, or >say hi to Maeve in a cheerful way to a more precise >"Sup Maeve. Haven't seen you in a while."
Feel free to ask questions, make jokes... you know, whatever humans do when they talk. But be aware that characters will remember your interactions, and character relationships will be an integral part of this quest. Doesn't mean everyone has to be your best friend. Being nice might not always be the best way to get what you want.
Also, I was
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- Location
- Leeds
>Say hi.
>Ask why?
>Ask why?
- Location
- um how about i don't
yeah a [2] to these:
[x] "I guess you'd be the authority to ask on things-to-not-do. Look where talking to me got you." Gesture at Maeve and her... incorporeality, I guess? Run a hand up to the corner of your forehead, take a deep breath, and let out the rest of the adrenaline that a morning filled with Imps and Ghosts is causing you. "...sorry. That wasn't fair. How boned are we?"
(I get that you're dead and all Maeve but I'm having a rough morning and if you have time to lecture me about eating imps why didn't you get here in time to help me)
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- Location
- um how about i don't
I bet 12 ectobucks that she is sticking around to see how hard we crash and burn
- Location
- Canada
[2]
Just realized I forgot to actually vote! Campbell's had a rough morning, so I think a slip in manners can be forgiven.
Umi-san
Procrastinating.
- Location
- ꙮ
[x] "I guess you'd be the authority to ask on things-to-not-do. Look where talking to me got you." Gesture at Maeve and her... incorporeality, I guess? Run a hand up to the corner of your forehead, take a deep breath, and let out the rest of the adrenaline that a morning filled with Imps and Ghosts is causing you. "...sorry. That wasn't fair. How boned are we?"
lavanderjasmine
Master of decoration
- Location
- R'lyeh
[x] "I guess you'd be the authority to ask on things-to-not-do. Look where talking to me got you." Gesture at Maeve and her... incorporeality, I guess? Run a hand up to the corner of your forehead, take a deep breath, and let out the rest of the adrenaline that a morning filled with Imps and Ghosts is causing you. "...sorry. That wasn't fair. How boned are we?"
Prologue - 8
- Location
- Switzerland
>Say hi
"Uhm. Hey, Maeve," you say, remembering somewhat belatedly that greetings are a thing. "Long time no see."
It hasn't been long, 4 days at most, but it sure felt like it. Left alone with nothing but old books, a rusty cauldron, and a series of nasty nightmares, time really tends to drag.
"Yeah, well. I was busy." Maeve gives a shrug, refusing to elaborate further. "…And I would have been here a few hours ago, if it hadn't been for…" She trails off and her frown deepens. She doesn't bother to finish the sentence, just makes a vague gesture towards the bathroom floor.
You stare for a second before you get it. The imp? What about it? Maeve used to be a demon hunter, right? A really good one at that, if she's to be believed. She surely knows how to handle an imp.
>"Why not?"
You try to ignore the expanding pit of worry at the bottom of your stomach as you ask the question. It's weirdly intense, just sitting there, waiting to swallow you up.
Maeve let's out a wry laugh. "Why not?"
You watch her pinch the bridge of her nose between two fingers as she slowly shakes her head. "It's not exactly allowed, Cam. Pretty much the opposite, actually. What were you even- Why would you just-" Her voice is getting pretty loud. It carries through the air in a weird way, just slightly off, and you realize it probably doesn't reverberate off the walls. It's just as unhinged from physicality as the rest of her. "…You should have waited. You should have asked me."
Yeah, sure. You should have asked her. You should probably have asked her a lot of things these last few days. Maybe you would have if she had been around. You're getting fed up with this.
>"I guess you'd be the authority to ask on things-to-not-do. Look where talking to me got you." Gesture at Maeve and her... incorporeality.
Maeve blinks up at you, mouth slightly open as if she was about to say something. She seems too surprised to take offense.
You're surprised yourself, actually. These last few days – especially this morning – have been one big disaster. But you normally don't snap like that. The pressure must really be getting to you.
>Run a hand up to the corner of your forehead, take a deep breath, and let out the rest of the adrenaline that a morning filled with Imps and Ghosts is causing you. "…Sorry, that wasn't fair. How boned are we?"
Maeve takes a second to catch herself. When she does, her voice is oddly quiet. "…A manageable amount, I think. You're feeling fine, right?"
It's your turn to shrug.
She sighs. "Just. Don't tell anybody about this." Ah. more shit to keep quiet about. Maeve falls silent for a minute, and you think that's the end of that particular discussion. Then, she speaks back up.
"Look, for all it's worth, this might not have been such a terrible idea. You probably didn't get anywhere with those runes, did you." It's a rhetorical question. You feel a pang of irritation as you realize she expected you to fail. "I'm pretty sure that soul will add to your magic power. Somehow. I'm not saying you should have done it, but if we want them to take you in as a magic user and not a hunter, this might be our best shot." She pauses. "So you didn't do that terrible." It's the closest thing to an apology you'll get.
"Which brings me back to why I'm here. Remember, when you meet the Coven don't-"
"Don't tell them how we met. Don't tell them where you are. Don't tell them about the wendigo." You know all about that last one.
That wendigo, you see, is going to be your problem. That's the deal.
"And don't tell them I'm dead," Maeve finishes. There's an odd look on her face, but she turns away before you can make it out.
You half expect her to just… float away again, back through the bathroom window, but she doesn't. This might be your chance to ask some questions. Or maybe you should be getting ready to head out to the Coven.
[]input command
Campbell: Confused college student, imp slayer, in way over their head. That's You.
Perks: Magic Sense, Good Visual Memory
Maeve: Formerly a hunter for the Coven, currently very dead. That last one's on you. She has a Plan, and you probably owe it to her to go along with it.
"Uhm. Hey, Maeve," you say, remembering somewhat belatedly that greetings are a thing. "Long time no see."
It hasn't been long, 4 days at most, but it sure felt like it. Left alone with nothing but old books, a rusty cauldron, and a series of nasty nightmares, time really tends to drag.
"Yeah, well. I was busy." Maeve gives a shrug, refusing to elaborate further. "…And I would have been here a few hours ago, if it hadn't been for…" She trails off and her frown deepens. She doesn't bother to finish the sentence, just makes a vague gesture towards the bathroom floor.
You stare for a second before you get it. The imp? What about it? Maeve used to be a demon hunter, right? A really good one at that, if she's to be believed. She surely knows how to handle an imp.
>"Why not?"
You try to ignore the expanding pit of worry at the bottom of your stomach as you ask the question. It's weirdly intense, just sitting there, waiting to swallow you up.
Maeve let's out a wry laugh. "Why not?"
You watch her pinch the bridge of her nose between two fingers as she slowly shakes her head. "It's not exactly allowed, Cam. Pretty much the opposite, actually. What were you even- Why would you just-" Her voice is getting pretty loud. It carries through the air in a weird way, just slightly off, and you realize it probably doesn't reverberate off the walls. It's just as unhinged from physicality as the rest of her. "…You should have waited. You should have asked me."
Yeah, sure. You should have asked her. You should probably have asked her a lot of things these last few days. Maybe you would have if she had been around. You're getting fed up with this.
>"I guess you'd be the authority to ask on things-to-not-do. Look where talking to me got you." Gesture at Maeve and her... incorporeality.
Maeve blinks up at you, mouth slightly open as if she was about to say something. She seems too surprised to take offense.
You're surprised yourself, actually. These last few days – especially this morning – have been one big disaster. But you normally don't snap like that. The pressure must really be getting to you.
>Run a hand up to the corner of your forehead, take a deep breath, and let out the rest of the adrenaline that a morning filled with Imps and Ghosts is causing you. "…Sorry, that wasn't fair. How boned are we?"
Maeve takes a second to catch herself. When she does, her voice is oddly quiet. "…A manageable amount, I think. You're feeling fine, right?"
It's your turn to shrug.
She sighs. "Just. Don't tell anybody about this." Ah. more shit to keep quiet about. Maeve falls silent for a minute, and you think that's the end of that particular discussion. Then, she speaks back up.
"Look, for all it's worth, this might not have been such a terrible idea. You probably didn't get anywhere with those runes, did you." It's a rhetorical question. You feel a pang of irritation as you realize she expected you to fail. "I'm pretty sure that soul will add to your magic power. Somehow. I'm not saying you should have done it, but if we want them to take you in as a magic user and not a hunter, this might be our best shot." She pauses. "So you didn't do that terrible." It's the closest thing to an apology you'll get.
"Which brings me back to why I'm here. Remember, when you meet the Coven don't-"
"Don't tell them how we met. Don't tell them where you are. Don't tell them about the wendigo." You know all about that last one.
That wendigo, you see, is going to be your problem. That's the deal.
"And don't tell them I'm dead," Maeve finishes. There's an odd look on her face, but she turns away before you can make it out.
You half expect her to just… float away again, back through the bathroom window, but she doesn't. This might be your chance to ask some questions. Or maybe you should be getting ready to head out to the Coven.
[]input command
Status:
no injuries
slightly hungry
Inventory (no bag):
empty
Objective:
Talk to Maeve. Get ready to head out to the coven.
no injuries
slightly hungry
Inventory (no bag):
empty
Objective:
Talk to Maeve. Get ready to head out to the coven.
Magic power:
average
Runes known:
"Heat" (you do not know how to write this rune)
average
Runes known:
"Heat" (you do not know how to write this rune)
Campbell: Confused college student, imp slayer, in way over their head. That's You.
Perks: Magic Sense, Good Visual Memory
Maeve: Formerly a hunter for the Coven, currently very dead. That last one's on you. She has a Plan, and you probably owe it to her to go along with it.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] Get ready to head out to the coven
Duh. Though if any of you have questions for Maeve, what to expect and what can/can't be revealed at the meeting, that might be useful too.
- Location
- Leeds
Our friend and mentor is a monster hunting ghost?
Its possible to gain power from eating souls but not recommended?
If Maeve turns out to live in our closest I'm calling this out as a Bleach rewrite.
- Location
- Switzerland
Heh. I actually never watched/read Bleach, so that'd be a very strange coincience.
- Location
- um how about i don't
[2] Yeah let's get ready to go
[x] Get ready to head out to the coven. What will I need? My magic books? Probably. If I haven't thrown all my salt into the floorboards maybe I can bring some in a small baggie. Who knows what more trouble I'll get into.
[x] Ask Maeve: "What can I expect to happen with the Coven? Anything else to avoid mentioning? Tests?"
[x] Make breakfast/lunch before we leave. Hopefully there's enough for a small sandwich, or something. It probably isn't a good idea to go into an important meeting while hungry.
lavanderjasmine
Master of decoration
- Location
- R'lyeh
[x] Get ready to head out to the coven. What will I need? My magic books? Probably. If I haven't thrown all my salt into the floorboards maybe I can bring some in a small baggie. Who knows what more trouble I'll get into.
[x] Ask Maeve: "What can I expect to happen with the Coven? Anything else to avoid mentioning? Tests?"
[x] Make breakfast/lunch before we leave. Hopefully there's enough for a small sandwich, or something. It probably isn't a good idea to go into an important meeting while hungry.
[x] Ask Maeve: "What can I expect to happen with the Coven? Anything else to avoid mentioning? Tests?"
[x] Make breakfast/lunch before we leave. Hopefully there's enough for a small sandwich, or something. It probably isn't a good idea to go into an important meeting while hungry.
- Location
- Leeds
[X] Ask Maeve what you should bring. On one hand books are heavy and you doubt you'll do much reading during the meeting, on the other you don't want to be the odd one out if everyone else brings them.
- Location
- Switzerland
>"What can I expect to happen with the Coven? Anything else to avoid mentioning? Tests?"
Maeve gives a small hmpf. "I… don't actually know." From the sound of it, she doesn't like admitting that. "It's been a while since we've had newcomers. And even longer since I… Hm." She lets her voice drift off, eyebrows all scrunched up.
"Very helpful," you murmur under your breath. Maeve shoots you a dark look. Apparently, ghosts have very good hearing
"Look, just keep it together, and you'll be fine. It's not like they're gonna make you fight a demon or something." Oh, good. You can cross that one off your list of possible nightmare scenarios. "Most likely, they'll just ask a bunch of questions and make you activate some rune to test your magic."
Well, that doesn't sound that bad. Plus, you've activated a rune before. Kinda. You think. Hopefully there'll be less fainting involved this time.
"Oh. Um, Cam?" You look back at Maeve. She's got her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket again, eyes stubbornly fixed on some point on the ground between you. "Maybe don't mention you've been trying to teach yourself how to write runes. That one's… not exactly allowed either."
What. "Why did you make me try then?"
"If you had actually made it work, they'd, um- they'd kind of have to take you in one way or another. Can't risk that knowledge being out there."
You feel another pang of anger. This time, you somehow manage to keep your mouth shut. Isn't it common curtesy to inform someone before you make them learn forbidden magic runes?
The irritation must show on your face. Maeve crosses her arms defensively. "Listen, it was a good plan. I know what I'm doing."
Ugh. Sure. You don't really have the time to get into this. "Fine. Great. I'm gonna get ready to head out now, so if that's all…" You motion with your head to the open bathroom window. Maeve gets the hint, and even though she doesn't look particularly pleased about being told what to do, she complies.
Just short of the window, she pauses. "Look, Cam, they're all good people, so…" She runs a hand through her hair. Her ellbow phases awkwardly through the wall behind her, where it's supposed to meet solid ceramic. "Fuck, I don't know. Don't screw it up, ok?"
With that, she's gone. Very encouraging.
>get ready to head out to the coven. What will you need? Your magic books? Probably. If you haven't thrown all your salt into the floorboards maybe you can bring some in a small baggie. Who knows what more trouble you'll get into.
You shut the bathroom door behind you, maybe with a little too much force. There's a dull ringing coming from your desk. You dig out your phone from under a pile of notes to turn off the alarm. Looks like it went off while you were fighting the imp.
You glance at the time. It's barely noon. Good, you still have a few minutes to get ready then. Your backpack
Is sitting next to the door, empty safe for your wallet and keys. Where to even start?
You eye the piles of heavy old tomes on your floor. There's no way you're taking more than one of those with you. Maybe if they'd actually been helpful, but by now, you're pretty sure they're not supposed to teach you magic. There's an awful lot of variations of "Iron and silver - a Hunter's Guide to Knives", but no "Runes 101 - Magic for Beginners".
At least one book has been of use. You slide the Glossary of Lesser Demons into your backpack.
The salt proves to be somewhat tricky. You're not all that surprised to find you don't have a spare bag - you count yourself lucky you even had that first one. In the end, you find yourself kneeling on the floor, awkwardly shoveling the salt from your salt line back into the empty bag. God, you're glad Maeve isn't here to see this.
>make breakfast/lunch before you leave. Hopefully there's enough for a small sandwich or something. It probably isn't a good idea to go into an important meeting while hungry.
Yeah, it's definitely lunch time. You'd blame your getting up so late on your cramming session last night, but really, your sleep schedule got out of hand the moment your summer break began.
Your fridge doesn't offer a lot of options, but it's enough to throw together a simple wrap you can eat on your way there.
You're just about to head out the door when you realize you're still in your pjamas and take an U-turn back to your closet. There isn't really time to dig up anything special. Comfortable pants, a shirt, and a hoodie stuffed in your backpack will have to do. What's the dresscode at a Coven like anyway? Pointy hats?
>leave.
You head down the stairs in a hurry, trying very hard not to spill the contents of your wrap on the worn out carpet. You barely avoid bumping into Adrian, your downstairs neighbor, and he shoots you a worried glance. You give him a quick thumbs up and hurry on before he can try to invite you in for a proper lunch or maybe ask about all those weird noises coming from your apartment earlier.
Maybe you can tell him you were battling a particularly feisty spider later. Probably still a better excuse than "I tried not to get eaten by a magical creature you can neither see nor hear."
Then you're out the door, a wave of humidity hitting you square in the face. The weather's been disastrous these last few months, with plenty of rain and smothering heat, but no sunshine. you wonder if it's got something to do with...
Well, you haven't been outside much these last ten days. Partly because you've been busy - first having a mental breakdown, then trying to figure out that whole magic business - partly because Maeve's advised you to stay put. Wouldn't want to attract any spirts.
Not that it's done you much good. That stupid imp found you anyway.
You make your way down the street, trying very hard not to look up. You're not all that sad you haven't been able to go out. Being outside tends to be somewhat distressing with...
Ah, shit. You got to at least take a look. Maybe it'll be gone.
It isn't.
Right there, in between the towering skyscrapers, a giant, long shadow winds itself through the sky, wide enough to block out the little bits of blue that peek through the thick layer of clouds. You can't be entirely sure, but you think it's moving. Ever so slightly.
It definitely wasn't there ten days ago - or maybe you just couldn't see it.
That can't be good news.
>Prologue End.
Hey, long time no see. I'm currently on a semi-internetless vacation, and I meant to have this done like 3 days ago, but... well, I needed some sleep. I'm using a fraction of my precious 100mb of data to upload this, so be grateful
No commands needed this time. I'll open them back up once Chapter 1 begins.
Also, no Status/Characters tabs for now. I'll add them once I'm back home next week.
Maeve gives a small hmpf. "I… don't actually know." From the sound of it, she doesn't like admitting that. "It's been a while since we've had newcomers. And even longer since I… Hm." She lets her voice drift off, eyebrows all scrunched up.
"Very helpful," you murmur under your breath. Maeve shoots you a dark look. Apparently, ghosts have very good hearing
"Look, just keep it together, and you'll be fine. It's not like they're gonna make you fight a demon or something." Oh, good. You can cross that one off your list of possible nightmare scenarios. "Most likely, they'll just ask a bunch of questions and make you activate some rune to test your magic."
Well, that doesn't sound that bad. Plus, you've activated a rune before. Kinda. You think. Hopefully there'll be less fainting involved this time.
"Oh. Um, Cam?" You look back at Maeve. She's got her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket again, eyes stubbornly fixed on some point on the ground between you. "Maybe don't mention you've been trying to teach yourself how to write runes. That one's… not exactly allowed either."
What. "Why did you make me try then?"
"If you had actually made it work, they'd, um- they'd kind of have to take you in one way or another. Can't risk that knowledge being out there."
You feel another pang of anger. This time, you somehow manage to keep your mouth shut. Isn't it common curtesy to inform someone before you make them learn forbidden magic runes?
The irritation must show on your face. Maeve crosses her arms defensively. "Listen, it was a good plan. I know what I'm doing."
Ugh. Sure. You don't really have the time to get into this. "Fine. Great. I'm gonna get ready to head out now, so if that's all…" You motion with your head to the open bathroom window. Maeve gets the hint, and even though she doesn't look particularly pleased about being told what to do, she complies.
Just short of the window, she pauses. "Look, Cam, they're all good people, so…" She runs a hand through her hair. Her ellbow phases awkwardly through the wall behind her, where it's supposed to meet solid ceramic. "Fuck, I don't know. Don't screw it up, ok?"
With that, she's gone. Very encouraging.
>get ready to head out to the coven. What will you need? Your magic books? Probably. If you haven't thrown all your salt into the floorboards maybe you can bring some in a small baggie. Who knows what more trouble you'll get into.
You shut the bathroom door behind you, maybe with a little too much force. There's a dull ringing coming from your desk. You dig out your phone from under a pile of notes to turn off the alarm. Looks like it went off while you were fighting the imp.
You glance at the time. It's barely noon. Good, you still have a few minutes to get ready then. Your backpack
Is sitting next to the door, empty safe for your wallet and keys. Where to even start?
You eye the piles of heavy old tomes on your floor. There's no way you're taking more than one of those with you. Maybe if they'd actually been helpful, but by now, you're pretty sure they're not supposed to teach you magic. There's an awful lot of variations of "Iron and silver - a Hunter's Guide to Knives", but no "Runes 101 - Magic for Beginners".
At least one book has been of use. You slide the Glossary of Lesser Demons into your backpack.
The salt proves to be somewhat tricky. You're not all that surprised to find you don't have a spare bag - you count yourself lucky you even had that first one. In the end, you find yourself kneeling on the floor, awkwardly shoveling the salt from your salt line back into the empty bag. God, you're glad Maeve isn't here to see this.
>make breakfast/lunch before you leave. Hopefully there's enough for a small sandwich or something. It probably isn't a good idea to go into an important meeting while hungry.
Yeah, it's definitely lunch time. You'd blame your getting up so late on your cramming session last night, but really, your sleep schedule got out of hand the moment your summer break began.
Your fridge doesn't offer a lot of options, but it's enough to throw together a simple wrap you can eat on your way there.
You're just about to head out the door when you realize you're still in your pjamas and take an U-turn back to your closet. There isn't really time to dig up anything special. Comfortable pants, a shirt, and a hoodie stuffed in your backpack will have to do. What's the dresscode at a Coven like anyway? Pointy hats?
>leave.
You head down the stairs in a hurry, trying very hard not to spill the contents of your wrap on the worn out carpet. You barely avoid bumping into Adrian, your downstairs neighbor, and he shoots you a worried glance. You give him a quick thumbs up and hurry on before he can try to invite you in for a proper lunch or maybe ask about all those weird noises coming from your apartment earlier.
Maybe you can tell him you were battling a particularly feisty spider later. Probably still a better excuse than "I tried not to get eaten by a magical creature you can neither see nor hear."
Then you're out the door, a wave of humidity hitting you square in the face. The weather's been disastrous these last few months, with plenty of rain and smothering heat, but no sunshine. you wonder if it's got something to do with...
Well, you haven't been outside much these last ten days. Partly because you've been busy - first having a mental breakdown, then trying to figure out that whole magic business - partly because Maeve's advised you to stay put. Wouldn't want to attract any spirts.
Not that it's done you much good. That stupid imp found you anyway.
You make your way down the street, trying very hard not to look up. You're not all that sad you haven't been able to go out. Being outside tends to be somewhat distressing with...
Ah, shit. You got to at least take a look. Maybe it'll be gone.
It isn't.
Right there, in between the towering skyscrapers, a giant, long shadow winds itself through the sky, wide enough to block out the little bits of blue that peek through the thick layer of clouds. You can't be entirely sure, but you think it's moving. Ever so slightly.
It definitely wasn't there ten days ago - or maybe you just couldn't see it.
That can't be good news.
>Prologue End.
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Hey, long time no see. I'm currently on a semi-internetless vacation, and I meant to have this done like 3 days ago, but... well, I needed some sleep. I'm using a fraction of my precious 100mb of data to upload this, so be grateful
No commands needed this time. I'll open them back up once Chapter 1 begins.
Also, no Status/Characters tabs for now. I'll add them once I'm back home next week.
- Location
- Leeds
Damn I really feel I'm letting the side down. I'm trying to post but my internet is terrible.
- Location
- Leeds
But now I know not to eat it. I'd totally ace that test.
Shut up and hold my beer. I'vedone this before, no Windigo will get the best of me.
Last words of Maeve[\right]
Bad trip got it.
Oh is this biscuit hammer rather than a bleach cross.