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Post by pandora on Jul 29, 2022 21:13:00 GMT -7
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the interludes
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This is an NPC thread. Player characters are not allowed to post. The purpose of NPC threads is to further flesh out the world and characters of Salem, introduce new concepts, or further the site plot. Interacting with NPCs, completing missions, clearing quests, and participating in site-wide events may change the actions and reactions of various NPCs.
INTERLUDE NPC THREAD[attr="class","staffpara"] This is the Interlude, the windows into the lives of legends once lived, the pasts that have been forgotten or buried. All good stories begin somewhere, and though we cannot ever really pinpoint where and when they begin, the Interlude is as good a place as any.[break][break] Thank you all for engaging with persistent missions, an avenue through which many of you have explored your characters' humble beginnings in the covens they now call home. [break][break] With each mission—persistent or otherwise— completed, the world of Moonrise comes to life. When the memberbase is able to unveil their own origins, staff, too, will reveal the beginnings of the various NPCs...[break] [attr="class","staffnpccont"]3 HYDRA COMPLETIONS - Zeke's Interlude: My Heart is Pierced By Cupid[break] 5 HYDRA COMPLETIONS - Farah's Interlude: The Origin Pt I [attr="class","progressbarmax"] [attr="class","progressbarfill"]80% 4 hydra completions[attr="class","staffnpccont"]3 SYBARIS COMPLETIONS - Dmitri's Interlude: The Road Not Taken [Reprise][break] 5 SYBARIS COMPLETIONS - Eirin's Interlude: Renegades [attr="class","progressbarmax"] [attr="class","progressbarfill"]80% 4 sybaris completions[attr="class","staffnpccont"]3 CERBERUS COMPLETIONS - Cassidy's Interlude: Golden Wildfire[break] 5 CERBERUS COMPLETIONS - Jeremiah's Interlude: Son of Knox [attr="class","progressbarmax"] [attr="class","progressbarfill"]60% 3 cerberus completions[attr="class","staffnpccont"]3 PEGASUS COMPLETIONS - Julian's Interlude: Magician's Folly[break] 5 PEGASUS COMPLETIONS - Cain's Interlude: Wanderlust [attr="class","progressbarmax"] [attr="class","progressbarfill"]60% 3 pegasus completions[break] These completions must be with an entirely new set of characters for each unique completions.[break][break] These completions are based on posts in the Persistent mission OOC thread. If you do not post there, staff will not be able to see your completion. [break][break] The interludes themselves will be posted to this thread once "unlocked." [newclass=".progressbarmax"] background-color:var(--mainbg); width:100%; border-radius:10px; box-sizing:border-box; padding:5px; height:25px; overflow:hidden; } .progressbarmax span { float:right; margin-top:-16px; color:var(--hovericoncolor); font-weight:600; padding-right:5px; font-size:11px; text-transform:uppercase; } .staffnpccont:nth-child(2n) { flex-direction: row;} .staffnpccont {margin-top: 10px;} .progressbarfill { background-color:var(--hovericoncolor); border-radius:10px; height:15px; font-weight:600; color:var(--secondbg); font-size:11px; line-height:15px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:right; box-sizing:border-box; padding-right:8px; white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; min-width:30px;[/newclass]
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Post by Admin on Sept 24, 2022 19:24:55 GMT -7
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MY HEART IS PIERCED BY CUPID
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] ezekiel belgrass, 1992. the docks.[attr="class","staffpara"]
Twenty one years old and Ezekiel Belgrass is about ready to give up on ever joining Hydra. [break][break]
It's a fantasy, he knows. There is no cure for whatever cursed cards he has been dealt—this is life, as his mother would say. Only she's not there to say it, and he's given up hope on things other than her ghost, and he rounds the corner to his home, dead eyes and anxious heart.[break][break]
(There is a version of this story where nothing happens. A version of this story where Ezekiel Belgrass returns to the same home, same smell of whisky, same dead end life.) [break][break] Except, the door opens and nothing is as it was. [break][break] The house has been turned upside down—the sofas kicked aside to make room for a cirlce drawn in blood, some man tied to a chair, half his guts on the ground. [break][break] And a woman—she spins her head around, a flurry of white and black hair, red with blood, the same on her face, none of it hers. [break][break] God is real. That's what you're thinking, isn't it? Ajax asks. [break][break]
"Name's Ada, but they call me Electra . You must be—"[break][break]
In her hand is a kitchen knife, impromptu, and all around her are various assets he vaguely recognizes as coming from this house: a hammer, a wrench, something that looks like a baseball bat.[break][break]
"Ezekiel Belgrass?" [break][break] The chameleon within is smiling, Zeke can tell. He thinks he's smiling, too. The woman certainly is—her grin is a shining streak of white, like the highlights in her hair. He smiles instead of saying anything. [break][break] "Nice to meet you, love." She gets up, spinning around to fully face him. He has never seen anyone more beautitful. "I'm your handler." [break][break] And so she was. [break][break] He blinks. The scene renders again in his mind—the man's shallow breathing, the hermetic symbols on the ground. The man is his father. He knows this, it's a thought in the back of his mind. It doesn't seem to be important. [break][break]
"Know that the first principle of alchemy is?"[break][break]
"I—" he begins, but the woman waves a hand at his hastiness.[break][break]
"Equivalent exchange."[break][break]
He takes his time them, taking it in. He knows enough about his myths to know what a handler of Hydra does—he knows the principle at play, at least in theory. [break][break] "A life for a life?" Ezekiel summarizes. [break][break] She laughs. "No. A wish for a wish."[break][break]
He considers it, for a moment. His weight shifts onto the other leg. So no, there is no God. But Hydra answers his prayers anyway. [break][break] After all, his wish is clear: end this life—Ezekiel Belgrass from Delphi's alleys, son of a nobody, son of man with too much easy blood on his hands. A life lived in horror, a life lived in fear. He understands his wish clearly; he's worshipped it too close.[break][break]
"What's yours?" he asks. [break][break] The boldness doesn't seem to phase Electra, though she watches him carefully, as though for a reaction. Their eyes meet, silver and gold, a pirate's tale for the ages. [break][break] "I'm going to bring back the Leviathan," she says, and that's when he sees it— a mania in her eyes he'll grow to be familiar with, wary of, and share in himself. Hydra are fanatics, he remembers his father say. [break][break] Unconsciously, his voice sounds a little similar when he says, hesitant: "The Leviathan is—" [break][break] "Dead, yeah, heard that one before," she says. She doesn't say anything else, just grins at him until he's laughing, awkwardly at first, not sure what else to do... [break][break] ...Oh, right. His father. That all feels so far away now. [break][break] The man is mumbling something—he has been, this whole time. Neither Zeke nor Electra have paid him much heed, his words turned to gibberish through the cloth tied to his mouth. [break][break] He doesn't know what to think of his father. He grabs his hair and pulls back, his father's neck limply follows. He stares, puzzled to be met with so little resistance. [break][break] The truth is, he simply yanks that hard without realizing it. The truth is, he has thought about this too often to be surprised by it. But his yellow eyes flicker to the side, at the assortment of tools Electra has left him with. She's been through the rooms of this house, he realizes. Some of the weapons he even remembers. [break][break] He doesn't remember what he uses, or which he spares—only the look of the light vanishing in the eyes, the sputtering, the spit, the begging, the whining. [break][break] And then it's over. [break][break] Or rather, it begins. [break][break] Electra's voice has slid behind him now:
"Fun, isn't it? Bodies are fragile little things." [break][break] That's true. He's never killed a man before, though his dreams and wishes have been plauged with death for far too long for him to consider himself a stranger to it. There is a strange emptiness where he had imagined nausea (and, on better days, imagined regret). [break][break] He feels next to nothing, only strangely lightheaded, as though in that moment he could do anything. As though he were floating. [break][break] He turns, or tries to, but she comes out of the corner of his vision, and he adjusts his body by degrees and inches to always be facing her. [break][break] "Step inside."[break][break]
The circle, that is. It is drawn with blood and salt and materials he cannot name. He steps into it gingerly, afraid of altering its geometry, assuming its holiness even before he's inside it.[break][break]
Electra's lips quirk in amusement; he does not miss the sight of it.[break][break]
"Did you...want me to...?" He's already bending one knee, and it hits the ground soon enough—an uncertain kneeling posture forming from the body of an uncertain offering. [break][break] He's not sure, after all, how he could ever hope to revive the Leviathan, to grant Electra's wish. But he tries nevertheless, he— [break][break] She laughs, loudly, as though reading his thoughts and calling them ridiculous. He flushes instantly to hear it, but can't think of anything else to do, and he prevents himself from sputtering.[break][break]
"That's a good one, Ezekiel Belgrass," she says, still wheezing. "Remember it for later." [break][break]
She unsheaths a sabre from the holster at her hip. [break][break]
"Now get up. I'll let you die on your feet, like a real man."
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familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Nov 4, 2022 23:05:06 GMT -7
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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN [REPRISE]
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] dmitri wisbane, 1996. residential areas.[attr="class","staffpara"]
There's a pigeon that Maggie's bullied into following them around. [break][break] You do what you need to, when you don't quite have a location of permanent residence, and City Hall is being a bitch about getting your other documents fixed. Dmitri is sixteen years old and trying, see, to be a half-way citizen to a city that has, for the most part, pretended as though he doesn't exist. [break][break] The pigeon flies through the broken window of the burning building, and he laughs at its loyalty. His hand is broken to the shoulder, he can tell, but he raises his fist and snatches the parchment anyway.[break][break]
It is dipped in red and gold and black. It has three heads and an afternoon sun. More than that, it doesn't crumple. [break][break] Fancy, he notes.[break][break]
Is that what I think it is?[break][break]
"Yeah, probably."[break][break]
He doesn't think their rejection letters would come with all this fanfare, though they've surprised him before. [break][break] The crow within him says: Well. That's our ticket out of here, then.[break][break]
And here is where, exactly, Maggie? [break][break] In a burning building, drenched in the remnants of the gasoline they've poured, new to yet somehow unsurprised by the smell of burning flesh. Dmitri is lost in thought, though the thoughts don't get very far. They keep circling around this room, really, or what remains of the frame of it.[break][break]
It was a family, he thinks. They all didn't have to die. That wasn't what the snakebite wanted, neccessarily. But that wasn't up to him, was it? Was it his fault? Was it— [break][break] Knock, knock.[break][break]
He doesn't respond. There's something bitter in his eyes—the flames and the letter make him think of Cassidy. The gasoline reminds him that she is not here. He wonders if she got in, too. Isn't that where they were supposed to go? All the way to Cerberus, two kids from the depths of Tartarus. They could escape it, maybe. Wind up on the otherside of hell. They would change the world. They'd rule it.[break][break]
It's a nice story, he thinks.[break][break]
Maggie seems to like it. [break][break]
Though, he can feel her feathers ruffle at his next thought, he can feel his disproval before he sees it, before she thinks anything at all.[break][break]
Read it, at least, she demands.[break][break]
Fine, fine. What's the harm?[break][break]
Broken arm, not a big deal. His fingers untie the string, he gives it its due discretion. He blinks, the letter's letters come into focus slowly. [break][break] Dear Mr. Dmitri Wisbane,[break][break]
Congratulations![break][break]
Your astounding magical talent, clever analytical grasp of situations, and tenacity has proven you worthy of a place among the greatest young minds of this generation. [break][break] It is my pleasure to welcome you to to the Order of Coven Cerberus. We work tirelessly to make this world a better place, and we know you will find your home here. [break][break] We look forward to your presence at the Old Citadel or Orientation week this fall. [break][break] Yours truly,[break] H.P. Aegis Warzwik[break] High Commissioner of Coven Cerberus[break] [break] It takes him six minutes, all things considered. Some words, he does not understand. Maggie is quiet, unobstrusive in his mind, letting him concentrate. Already, they can share a silence as well as they can read eachother's minds. [break][break]
They really just say whatever they want, he says, snorting, a grin appearing on his face. [break][break]
And say it a day too late, Maggie thinks. Though...[break][break]
Nah. Not worth it.[break][break]
...[break][break]
I wasn't asking you, he interrupts. [break][break] Maggie scoffs. [break][break] I'm not saying anything.[break][break]
He smiles.[break][break]
No? I thought you were.[break][break]
She was, it's true. She was going to conjure a picture of that dark-haired girl, to make one last attempt at turning destiny. But before Maggie can say anything, she feels the ice smooth over the cracks in the boy's mind, and who is she to argue, with a heart that bleeds and seals itself with what it can, with a boy that dreams in no such granduer, that could be found in the Vulcan Highlands?[break][break]
("Of course not," he says to Cassidy, some days later. "You're delusional. Why would they ever take someone like me?")[break][break]
I just think— she begins, then sighs dramatically. They're not changing the world. They just got here, didn't they? Let them enjoy it, for a bit. So what if it's at someone's expense. Or everyone's. Really, she doesn't care. —for someone who hates reading, you sure chose the coven with the most of it. [break][break] ... [break][break] ...He laughs, a true and genuine laugh that reaches his heart, that is bitterly cold and sixteen years old, and it echoes through the burning building like a song. It rattles the flames. [break][break] Even as the paint washes away into toxic fumes, even as the bodies lose thier flesh and melt into bone, Dmitri finds solace in the joke. [break][break] What, you don't get it?[break][break]
As of today, Dmitri is hardly the untainted childhood prodigy, hardly the astounding magical talent, hardly the greatest young mind of his generation. He's an arsonist, and, hey, what are they looking at, a few counts of manslaughter? [break][break]
The joke is choice, of course. It always is. There is no road not taken. There's hardly a road at all. Have you been to Tartarus? There are only buildings here, and the Lamia Towers, the tallest of them all. [break][break] So it goes. He tossess the letter into the fire. [break][break] The world around them burns, and a crow appears at last on his shoulder, fluttering and off-balance, and so blooms a small circle of ice around the two—it's just cold enough to keep them lonely, and just lonely enough to keep them safe, for a little while longer.
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