DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM]

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DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 6, 2023 6:29:36 GMT -7 serafim strix, lav, and 2 more like this

Post by pandora on Apr 6, 2023 6:29:36 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DANYA REED, AFTER THE EXCUTION

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she lets him get out of the casket of his own accord.
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danya reed regards the not-dead stranger with a frown, furrowed brows. it appears she has no idea who this is, but she can learn. someone that julius likes enough to not kill. someone that made a deal with a devil, to keep that unkillable bastard alive for that much longer.
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"what's your name?" she asks. she seems to chew the inside of her cheek, to find something sour within it. "and can you walk?"
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behind her, the two guards are caught in the yellow-white light of an activated charm, lost in the halo-trap of a hologram.
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serafim finds that danya reed is awful company—she asks him how he knows julius, and seems to not believe the answer.[break][break]

or anything he says, really, no matter if it's the truth.[break][break]

whether he avoids the question or answers them honestly, she hardly ever asks a follow up, as though she is judging him for both the content of the response and its delivery, as though any move he makes, really, is one made in zugzswang.[break][break]

when he asks her why, why take him, why bother, she says:[break][break]

"instinct." [break][break]

sometimes, when you lose a piece, you have to pretend it's a sacrifice.

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danya read plays the long game. which means—there is a bed. someone comes by to tread him for injuries, and danya says: "mmh, it's like i said. julius is a friend." [break][break]

more than that, serafim can tell. the room outside is littered with chess boards. the roll-up kind, the ones that can easily be spread over a table. what had basil said before? well yeah, juls is just an elitist 'cause he got into chess playing on the street. [break][break]

danya frowns when he says he doesn't play. [break][break]

"suit yourself." [break][break]

there's nothing for him to do.

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except tell her, of course. danya reed comes by and asks questions, from time to time. she wants to know why the operation is compromised, why there was an airship in the first place. how do they know? [break][break]

honestly, it's a miracle, given the secrecy sef is subject to—they take him out, from time to time, always in a blindfold. a million different nebulous charms and wards surround the safehouse. safehouses? it's hard to tell anything apart. [break][break]

even the chess sets are the same.

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at some point, they give him a phone. [break][break]

he's been paying attention. no one tells him anything directly, but learning, adapting, that's easy—the rebellion is being hunted for sport. all martyrs start as scapegoats, and julius kingston is no exception. [break][break]they are moving houses frequently. [break][break]

at some point, the hunters go pounding on the door, and serafim gets his knuckles bloody. [break][break]

danya reed, after all is done, stares at axius, at sef, and chews on the inside of her lip.

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they are sitting inside a carriage, which means there is only the sound of the road to go by.[break][break]

dirt roads, by the sound of it. still far from the city. [break][break]

danya reed is not the talkative type.

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dmitri is currently: not int he thread LMAO

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Last Edit: Apr 6, 2023 6:37:27 GMT -7 by pandora

serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 9, 2023 8:49:14 GMT -7 pandora likes this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 9, 2023 8:49:14 GMT -7

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here is the thing about resurrection: in every story where the dead come back, there is always a reason, and the reason is always something hollow, something hungry, something lonely.[break][break]

for a long moment, the revenant only stares, uncomprehending. [break][break]

then, he says, in a voice quiet and foreign to himself, "sa—" a blink. a furrowed brow. [break][break]

"serafim. it's serafim."[break][break]

he can't really walk. he does it anyway.

the white noise of his mind turns, slowly, to words, to thought, to voice. the strangers offer to treat him, but in his bouts of consciousness, he resists all but the bare minimum; they leave easily when he begins to draw away, but return eventually to try again.[break][break]

in the time between, he lets the pain settle deep, taking inventory of it, his skin as horizon. there is relief there, to be allowed to be kept his un-death.[break][break]

in the time between, he begins to wonder if this is, in truth, a peculiar version of purgatory, and danya reed his personal jailer.[break][break]

he asks, why? and she says: instinct.[break][break]

~~do you trust her instinct?~~[break][break]

what do you know about instinct?[break][break]

~~that it is necessary for survival at any cost.~~[break][break]

what do your instincts say?[break][break]

~~that keeping you isn't worth the price.~~

the consequences are hidden in the cracks, of course. he hardly sleeps. he dreams often, and his dreams begin to hide in the shadows of daylight too. he scrubs his skin raw like he can rub away the cottony haze that clogs his mind. [break][break]

there are days where it feels like something is crawling across his neck, and he wants to dig and peel until everything is red and dripping, until he knows there are no more trackers buried under his skin, until the scar around his throat stops turning into a rope when he closes his eyes, until the body is just that — a carcass picked clean; an orchid blooming and wilting and plucked.

he answers her questions. his answers are mostly true, though he seldom gets answers in return. it gnaws at him, but he adapts; he looks elsewhere. he pays attention. he talks to the mediwitch as they change out the bandages. he memorises the sounds of every path he's led down, trying to piece together pictures of every scene.[break][break]

he gets, by some miracle, access to a phone. his thumb hovers over the contact field — there is, against all odds, only a single number that remains clear as day in his memory.

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hello! it's serafim. no time to explain much but i could really use your help if you're around the area.
not sure where they're keeping me though.
but if you find me, you find the rebellion.
she says her name is danya reed.

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it's a gamble — every deal with the devil is, no? he's gambling that he knows what dmitri wisbane wants; he's gambling that dmitri wisbane is even in the vicinity of the vale at the moment. he doesn't expect the message to be delivered at all.

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[break][attr="class","reply"][attr="class","fa-solid fa-check"] delivered 21:36
[attr="class","reply"][attr="class","fa-solid fa-check-double"] read 21:38

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he blinks. must be an error. he doesn't let himself hope.

by the time the hunters come a-knocking, the white noise in his head has grown to a clamor, and the dragon is beginning to speak only in howls. it's an impossible task, to tame something like this. it has to come out eventually. something always slips through the cracks. the wound always leaks.[break][break]

so: the cavalry pays them a visit, and serafim sees, through the crack in the door, the first sliver of clear blue sky that he's seen in weeks.[break][break]

he finds himself with his claws around a neck garbed in blue and gold. he finds wounds reopened, finds mirrored pain bloom as the dragon leaps from his shadow and closes his jaw around unprotected skin.[break][break]

and when that is over, he finds himself sounding a fraction more like his old self when the weapons are levelled cautiously at axius and he's saying, sing-song even as his balance wavers, "i'll behave, i promise. won't even try to run."[break][break]

not that he thinks he can, anyway.

the blindfold goes back on, naturally. and he cooperates, naturally.[break][break]

he listens, as he always does. dirt roads. the creak of carriage wheels. give him another month or so of this, and he's certain he'll be able to tell the model of a carriage by the squeak of its spokes.[break][break]

danya reed is not the talkative type.[break][break]

"charming, really. just add in some hypothetical birdsong, and it'd be just like taking a lovely long stroll tied to the back of a wagon."[break][break]

serafim's dislike of the quiet has only grown.

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Last Edit: Apr 9, 2023 9:04:17 GMT -7 by serafim strix

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DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 10, 2023 7:27:23 GMT -7 zohal letifer, lav, and 1 more like this

Post by pandora on Apr 10, 2023 7:27:23 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, SOME DAYS AGO.

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to be honest, he doesn't travel too often—dmitri has never cared much, about the politics of salem. he had never known a city outside of delphi until he was an acolyte, and by then he had already decided, which horizon he was going to take for a throne. [break][break]
even before that, really. [break][break]

he has never known the vale the way he has known home—it's too easy here. here, he is already a high priest of delphi. here, he is already sipping a martini at the rooftop level of some hotel, there is already a fireplace, there is a already a city beneath him and a woman tangled in the sheets. [break][break]

his phones goes off. his personal cell. the only person that should be able to contact him here is... [break][break]

henri narcisse? maggie asks, flying down and to his shoulder. [break][break]

the force of the wingbeat seems to startle the girl, but neither dmitri nor maggie pay her any mind. he pulls his phone out and blinks. a random string of numbers, followed by a few texts. huh. [break][break]

he moves his head to sip on the drink, holding the phone steady for maggie.[break][break]

the crow feels the doubt stir in dmitri and says, simply: it's serafim. [break][break]

and if it isn't? [break][break]

then, we'll have a chat with whoever has our number.[break][break]

dmitri smiles, locks the phone, and turns his attention back to the skyline.

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axius, as danya learns, presents a problem and an opportunity. they treat his wounds as well, of course they do, and danya can't help but feel distaste at whoever made those deliberate marks. [break][break]

they give sef a bit more room, after that. a few more responsibilities, if he really wants to help.

PRESENT DAY.

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he's funny, maybe. but he's got the wrong crowd, this time around. danya is unimpressed, too used to the false cheer of valencian humor, and replies in that same gruff, easily recognizable monotone: [break][break]

"strung along? you might have fun with that. we couldn't possibly indulge it." [break][break]

she can feel his restlessness like the beat of hummingbird wings, and sighs. [break][break]

"listen. where we're going, there's something i—" [break][break]

it begins, strangely, like a request. like she is actually about to ask something of him, and then it dies in a stange fashion. someone whispers something, and sef hears what he isn't supposed to: [break][break]

"someone's standing in the middle of the road."[break][break]

danya squints, shifts her weight. [break][break]

"make them scatter." [break][break]

what else do you do, with a crow? [break][break]

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before anyone can register what is happening, the carriage lurches violently in one direction. then it explodes.
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(in the after, the air feels dry and cold)

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dmitri is currently: hostile

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Last Edit: Apr 10, 2023 7:28:11 GMT -7 by pandora

serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 11, 2023 0:10:00 GMT -7 pandora, basil fade, and 1 more like this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 11, 2023 0:10:00 GMT -7

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he's restless. that's the technical term for it, anyway. it's more than something that can be eased by movement or conversation; he wants to run, yes, but he wants to wrap his teeth around something, he wants to hear his own heartbeat thunder, he wants to fly.[break][break]

he wants, also, to go home — or, at least, what has come to loosely resemble the notion of one, insofar as four walls that have yet been touched by the shadow of ulla sutherland. here, he sees sharks swim in the shifting shades of his blindfold, and there's a small, frenzied animal part of his mind that keeps thinking he'll see her every time the room's door opens.[break][break]

they heal axius, or they heal what they can, but the dragon stays quiet. muted, even in serafim's head.[break][break]

it's a strange sight, when they let him help: the dragon, sitting with its head bowed at his side, tail tucked under like a cowering dog; the witch, who for all his talents, seems almost to tiptoe around his own familiar, the way a touch hesitates at the edge of a wound.

he's listening now, though. his head tilts, a hunting hound with an ear half-cocked, even though he's facing the windows of the carriage; even though he can't see.[break][break]

"someone's standing in the middle of the road."[break][break]

"make them scatter."

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his brow furrows. he sounds marginally more sincere, now, when he begins to say, "carefu—"[break][break]

suddenly, there isn't a seat under him. suddenly, he's reaching up uselessly with bound wrists, trying to find a way to brace as an impact against his side leaves him breathless. suddenly, he's airborne, feeling shards of glass and wood splinter through the air next to him. suddenly, he's—[break][break]

he doesn't want to say afraid. but it's something instinctive, something close — not afraid of the flight or the fall, but this uncertain in-between that, without sight, stretches a single moment into something far longer.[break][break]

it turns him slow, clumsy. any other time and he could have twisted around, summoned axius for sight, could have even tried to land on his feet. [break][break]

he doesn't do any of that. he thrashes, violently seeking any sort of orientation, then he's hitting the ground with a startled hiss of pain, digging into the dirt with knees, elbows, anything to shove himself back up onto his feet. [break][break]

his hand closes around a sliver of glass. he should really just summon axius, really just get it over and done with, but he's sawing at the bindings with the makeshift knife because the dragon has pressed himself into a corner of serafim's mind, taut as a wire, whispering, ~~it's her it's her it's her—~~

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Last Edit: Apr 11, 2023 0:10:28 GMT -7 by serafim strix

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Administrator high priestess

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Application Inventory dev plot

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familiar iorek byrnison

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content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 11, 2023 6:00:19 GMT -7 lav, basil fade, and 1 more like this

Post by pandora on Apr 11, 2023 6:00:19 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.

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the carriage explodes. [break][break]
dmitri knows he shouldn't be using magic. he knows that here, it can be followed like blood in water—here, there is no coven sybaris, and the city is not quite a playground. [break][break]
he knows this, which means—[break][break]

DANYA REED, PRESENT DAY.

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—he's a fucking lunatic, whoever he is. [break][break]

danya can see the white-tooth smile glisten in the early afternoon sun, even as she pulls out a gun, even as she drags herself to a sitting position behind something resembling a frame. a soldier's discipline, sure. but she was raised agains the backdrop of a war with no dignity, only a viciousness that reanimates as she fires the weapon—she aims at the places where witch and the crow flying behind him intersect. [break][break]

he steps side, the crow flies right. she blinks. he steps aside?[break][break]

fucking witches. [break][break]

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the woman that attacks first is the weakest, from what he can tell. but his eyes catch the glint of the gun she is holding, and he stares at it, fascinated, even as he shifts his body to the left, even as maggie darts in the other direction. [break][break]

three familiars appear, all birds of prey. there are five people, though, in the wreckage. humans? [break][break]

"no need to shoot," dmitri says. "we haven't even—"[break][break]

the familiars make their move first, and dmitri plays nice, one hand tied behind his back, only a few AUGMENTS at hand. the CHILL in the air gets worse, but that isn't something he ever really thinks about.[break][break]

they go after his familiar, something that witches anywhere else in the world tended to avoid. . but he supposes if the woman at the center—she says her name is danya reed—is a human, then all conventions are thrown out of the window. [break][break]

maggies goes straight up. it's almost funny, how far above them she can soar—a sparrowhawk, a peregrine, a kite. and a single crow, with enough power to fly that much of a distance above her witch's head, casting her dancing shadow over them. [break][break]

his hands go to the air as the message sinks in. [break][break]

"i'm not the one that blew up your carriage, if that's what you're asking."[break][break]

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dmitri is currently: hostile

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Last Edit: Apr 11, 2023 6:03:56 GMT -7 by pandora

serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 11, 2023 8:39:33 GMT -7

Post by serafim strix on Apr 11, 2023 8:39:33 GMT -7

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several realisations, in short order, go as follows:[break][break]

one: he's developed some habits, over the course of becoming a witch. with magic, limit becomes divorced from body — there is always a solution, always something higher to reach for, always something there, dancing on the tip of his tongue. pain is horizon, but he has a carrionbird's wings and a dragon's eyes, so what does it matter, anyway?[break][break]

two: it takes a very small, very simple human fear for that to slip out of his grasp. ice won't burn him, but the glass in his hand cuts deep into his palm — he can feel it. there is nothing to numb the pain.[break][break]

three: it's cold. [break][break]

cold?[break][break]

axius is running through a list of names. aquos witches under ulla sutherland's command. ~~marin, ichnusae, de—~~[break][break]

please, i can't think—[break][break]

"no need to shoot, we haven't even—"

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his hand stills. his grip loosens; the glass shard drops, slippery with blood. he contemplates forcing axius to listen — it'll be easy, to lean against the shape of that name, to give it a push, to swallow the bitterness that he knows will rise as soon as he does it — but he reminds himself: dirt roads. no city walls. nothing but unchartered waters, this far from port.[break][break]

he's sawed through enough, though. the bindings come away quickly, and he's yanking the blindfold off gracelessly even as he pushes himself to his feet, shaky but stubborn; he doubts his leg will ever heal right, after all this, but that's hardly a priority right now.[break][break]

he's squinting against the light, every shape blurred by dancing spots, but it's easy to identify the small, dark shape soaring above the rest; easier still, to recognise the blond man with his hands raised mockingly above his head.[break][break]

~~you don't know if it's over, how can you kn—~~[break][break]

what'll make you feel better: if i say i want to gamble, or if i say it's instinct?[break][break]

no response.[break][break]

serafim calls to danya, undeterred, sounding far steadier than he feels: "not sure about you, but that does sound like something worth hearing out."

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Last Edit: Apr 11, 2023 8:40:35 GMT -7 by serafim strix

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Administrator high priestess

999

Application Inventory dev plot

gold

familiar iorek byrnison

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content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 11, 2023 16:44:18 GMT -7 lav and basil fade like this

Post by pandora on Apr 11, 2023 16:44:18 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.

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predators, by design, see the world differently. to a mantis in the grass, every speck of moment sticks out like a flashing light. to dmitri wisbane, whos every sense has been enhanced to the point beyond human recognition, the world looks like this: [break][break]

three pairs of slow-flapping wings, three weak witches, heartbeats racing, breathing ragged. a woman with a shaved head and light-bright-yellow eyes. the barrel of gun, re-coded to become something more sinister. every inch of her body alight with strange fascinations, charmwork he has never seen before. [break][break]
every movement, every twitch. every doubt, every opportunity. every color, saturated beyond logic, and then things that aren't colors, splashed on top. heat. bones. [break][break]
once, eirin leyfson had told him—the fallacy, of every augmentor, is thinking more is always better. [break][break]
but it is. [break][break]

otherwise, how would be be able to see the net before it appears behind him, twist a mocking arm so that it's behind him, closed fist, let his forearm catch on the furthest point, and rip it apart from the inside, as soon as it forms? [break][break]

"clever," he says. [break][break]

it was, really. a twice-activated charm that interacts with its environment, blending abjuration with ballistics, creating pockets from the air out of which the release springs. oh, and a very sturdy net. not that danya reed came up with the charm, clearly, but clever nevertheless. [break][break]

by the time he's done with that, one of the witches is helping danya to her feet, the other two are creating distance. dmitri hasn't move much at all—neither toward nor away from the wreckage. [break][break]

dmitri tilts his head at serafim, the smile splits his lips. he looks back to danya. well? [break][break]

"ask your friend here—" the peregrine falcon. a suddenly resting heart rate, in the middle of this chaos—an enchanter, in other words. he would know."—there was a device on the underside of your carriage." [break][break]

"—shit," danya is saying, moving toward the driver's seat. or what remained of it, anyway. "jace? jace, respond!"

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"doesn't mean you didn't plant it," maggie reminds, from above. [break][break]

"—zach, pull him out" she orders. she moves to where serafim is to check on him.

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dmitri gives the crow a dirty look—it looks like he is squinting into the sun. who's side are you on? he seems to ask. [break][break]

the woman glares at him, reloading her gun.

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"again?" dmitri says, genuinely confused. she seems reasonable enough, what is she doing with the—[break][break]

the barrel goes to serafim's head. [break][break]

...dmitri frowns. [break][break]

"what's this?" he asks, tone flat. [break][break]

"we'll call it an educated guess" the woman says. instinct, the words seem to echo. [break][break]

(in between, danya shares a look with serafim. you see, she's doing this out of a kindness. she's unwilling to let the bastards that tortured the boy have him back. she's not that kind of monster— in chess, after all, a draw for black is a loss for white.) [break][break]

"i'd advise against it," maggie says, but there is a curl to her words, as though the crow were smiling. [break][break]

"and why's that?" the woman asks, flicking the safety.[break][break]

dmitri pouts, his eyebrows pulling together, as though thinking of a reason. he looks up again, at maggie, stealing a glance, consulting. [break][break]

"welllll, you'd be causing an international incident, if you shot an acolyte of coven sybaris in broad daylight, especially in front of a high priest."

npc thread details

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serafim strix [break][break]
dmitri is currently: hostile

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serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 12, 2023 2:14:26 GMT -7 basil fade likes this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 12, 2023 2:14:26 GMT -7

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predators, by design, see the world differently.[break][break]

then, what of the scavenger?[break][break]

it is, by design, an opportunist, which is to say that the scavenger is both predator and prey; which is to say that to serafim strix, who has found himself with a monster's appetite before he knew its name, the world is a question: [break][break]

what does it ask of him?[break][break]

see, now: the golden-haired man holding the mangled net; the bullet hole in the centre of the world. the witches that scramble for direction, the wreckage of the upturned carriage; the halo of soot tracing the wound.[break][break]

he returns dmitri's smile, but it borders on uncertain. what game is this? and he is looking, again, at danya as she bolts towards the driver's seat. [break][break]

that's the thing about scavengers: for the most part, they don't get to decide, in the moment, whether they are predator or prey. it is a matter of circumstance, a matter of context, a matter of how the scales tip.[break][break]

he frowns as she checks him over, the examination cursory but apparent. "should i—" he begins to say, confused, looking at the carriage, an offer to help readily on the tip of his tongue. he's made his use apparent, over his time here — he can heal, he just can't reverse time.[break][break]

then, the gun clicks, and he feels cold metal press against his temple.[break][break]

~~this is the problem, serafim—~~[break][break]

come on, not everyone is trying to—[break][break]

~~—when you wait for the world to ask—~~[break][break]

—i'm not—[break][break]

~~—when you know everyone would rather just take.~~[break][break]

—she's not here, okay?

[break]

he gets it, then, when he meets danya's eyes. his fault, really; he's only shared half of the story. missed out the context.[break][break]

though, apparently, he's not the only one guilty of that. [break][break]

he's trying — sincerely — to tell danya, it's fine, this isn't worth the price you think it is. right hand of cards, wrong game. he gives a minute shake of his head. a gun to the head of some random sentinel—[break][break]

he blinks.[break][break]

he's a what, now?[break][break]

( to his credit, he keeps his composure, his expression unruffled — but his heart, the terrible thing, roars in his ears loud enough that he thinks, for a brief moment, that the battle is still on-going. )

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pandora

Administrator high priestess

999

Application Inventory dev plot

gold

familiar iorek byrnison

played by pandora

average angst enjoyer

content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 13, 2023 19:39:35 GMT -7 basil fade likes this

Post by pandora on Apr 13, 2023 19:39:35 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.

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for dmitri, the look flies under the radar—he assumes the gun must be some last ditch effort to stop them both from getting what they want. which is great, if she thinks he cares about sef's well-being.[break][break]

that, at least, is why maggie is smiling.[break][break]

(danya is less sure. what is the look that serafim is giving her? what part of the picture is she missing?)[break][break]

and then—[break][break]

—the woman blinks. high priest? she seems to think. she looks at dmitri, and then at serafim. she chews on it, considers it, and asks, voice lifted like a brow's arch, questioning:[break][break]

"dmitri wisbane?" [break][break]

he'd snort at the lack of formality, but somehow it doesn't surprise him. instead, a hand lifts and he nods his chin just an inch, just once.
[break][break]
"hi, darling."[break][break]

at maggie's abrupt landing, the hand becomes a perch, and goes to his shoulder, letting her hop off, waddle, turn around just in time to see—
[break][break]
"—watch your left," she says.[break][break]

it looks like that boy, zach, is running at danya to finish the job. a flicker of ice is in the air. dmitri won't let her die, of course, but there are at least three different movements, and the world is in bright, slow-moving color. [break][break]

unlike everyone else, he can take his time.

npc thread details

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serafim strix [break][break]
dmitri is currently: hostile

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serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 13, 2023 23:15:40 GMT -7 Paul DuBois and basil fade like this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 13, 2023 23:15:40 GMT -7

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it takes too long, he thinks. everything moves at a strange pace, slow like honey-treacle in a dream, like a nightmare where you're running for your life but the monster keeps getting closer. [break][break]

he wants it to get closer, really. anything is better than the waiting — anything better than this undefined, toothless space. starved, the snake consumes itself: he wants dmitri to say something else, he wants danya to tell him something to di; hell, he'll take a bullet, at this point, anything but the uncertainty where the voice inside his head gnashes its teeth and conjures ghosts out of thin air. [break][break]

so, when maggie says, 'watch your left,' serafim is already moving. not by much, of course. it starts as a turn of the head, the barrel of the gun moving from temple to forehead. he's looking past danya, his eyes the keen, colourless gleam of winter's frost.[break][break]

most of the time, the dragon strikes first. this time, it is the witch who lunges, slipping out of danya's grip. [break][break]

the movement is utterly graceless; he's still favouring the hip, but he's quick. a HALBERT forms in his hand mid-step, but he doesn't throw it just yet. instead, he plunges it into the ground, uses it as a pivot, swinging the other leg around to drag the arc of an OLD FAITHFUL in the dirt to catch zach in the chest.[break][break]

then, and only then, does he hurl the HALBERT forward. if the boy doesn't get up too quickly, then chances are it won't actually hurt him — serafim's aiming for the ground right between the boy's feet. it's old instinct; he doesn't want to kill a potential source of information, you see.[break][break]

"don't," he says, low, flat. there's no vitriol to his voice — like he hasn't registered the betrayal, only acted on pure, mechanical instinct. already, he's half-turned back towards dmitri and danya, waiting for instruction.[break][break]

throughout all this, the dragon hasn't moved from where he has materialised: all fifty-odd feet of sea serpent pressed low against the ground, curled around the outer boundary of the road, head flat on the floor like he's trying desperately to stay out of the way.

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[attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] materialised, full size (out of city boundaries), passive.[break]
[attr="class","fa-solid fa-wand-magic-sparkles"] OLD FAITHFUL, GLACIAL GRIMOIRE: HALBERT.[break]
[attr="class","fa-solid fa-heart-pulse"] still favouring left hip + leg.

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pandora

Administrator high priestess

999

Application Inventory dev plot

gold

familiar iorek byrnison

played by pandora

average angst enjoyer

content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 15, 2023 19:08:01 GMT -7 lav, basil fade, and 1 more like this

Post by pandora on Apr 15, 2023 19:08:01 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.

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"danya, watch out-"

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"zach, you fuc—"
[break][break]

the noise of ice sharpening against hot air.

[break][break]
the whizzing of a falcon, interrupted by a sparrowhawk.
[break][break]

"oh hello, axius."

[break][break]
a scream of pain.[break][break]

"wait, you don't—"

[break][break]
"don't."
[break][break]

"they have my fami—"

[break][break]

"shut up!"

[break][break]

bang.[break][break]

danya fires the bullet into the man's mouth. [break][break]

or something like that, anyway.
[break][break]
when the dust settles, the air just in front of his face has fractured, and in a split-second activation of the bullet's charm, danya has spun a net around his jaw, muffling him and sending him to the ground, grasping at a spider's web of metal thread, choking helplessly.
[break][break]
"all of you, shut up."
[break][break]
...dmitri says nothing, but his frown-slash-smile only deepens, his eyebrows only lift, and maggie, from his shoulder, only ruffles her feathers, mimicking what it might look like, if she were chastisized.
[break][break]
to the credit of her forces, they don't wholly rely on sef. seconds after his attack, a woman and another man tackle the offender, zach, into the ground, pull his arms. [break][break]

danya puts a hand on sef's shoulder and says: "serafim. the situation's handled."[break][break]

calm but stern. her eyes return to dmitri, gaze steady, even. but her head moves in the other direction. [break][break]

"layah, plan c."[break][break]

there's a plan c? dmitri blinks. the sparrowhawk dips low from the sky, as the girl darts backward and away, her body slipping behind the rubble, surprisingly agile, with how she's bleeding. or was bleeding, anyway. he's curious, his eyes trail the movement, until—
[break][break]

"—you. you want something." spit it out. [break][break]

lazily, he looks to danya again. [break][break]

"darling, i want a lot of things."[break][break]

here, maggie's head tilts, eyes narrowing in on serafim even as dmitri continues to speak to danya. her expression is difficult to read, but she appears to be watching him, as though looking for something. [break][break]

when danya gives no reaction to his response, he sighs and continues:[break][break]

"it's like i said, you're in posession of a certain acolyte of sybaris." his eyes wander, upwards, then around. what is that girl doing? drawing a portal? [break][break]

"you're also in posession of a lot of problems. a revolution," head to the left. "no guns." back to center. then, tilting right: "the cavalry's little truce with the mafia...dwindling resources...spies. you're fish in a barrel."[break][break]

he looks at maggie, she looks at him. back to danya. [break][break]

"i can help you."[break][break]

it's been a while since he's delivered a pitch, but he thinks he's done a fair enough job. there's an exchange to be made here, and it's only to her benefit. [break][break]

she thinks for a moment. dmitri watches the gears turn. the proposal appears to disgust her, nose scrunched, eyes disbelieving.
[break][break]
"...take him, then," she says, unimpressed. [break][break]

go right ahead. rook takes knight, then what? you're stuck on a closed file. no development. nothing to convert. i know what you really want.
[break][break]
"what's stopping you? certainly not me."[break][break]

her arms cross, pistol tucked in. and when she smiles, it looks more like she is cringing, barring teeth. she hardly looks pleased, only a little ironic, at best.
[break][break]
dmitri's smile, on the other hand, thins, steadies, and disappears.

npc thread details

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serafim strix [break][break]
dmitri is currently: vaguely hostile[break]
casting: a host of augments

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Last Edit: Apr 15, 2023 19:12:33 GMT -7 by pandora

serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 15, 2023 20:20:52 GMT -7 basil fade and mel khatagin like this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 15, 2023 20:20:52 GMT -7

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"oh hello, axius."[break][break]

the dragon hardly looks up, though from the other side of the road, serafim's gaze flicks towards the voice, switchblade-quick and, for a moment, just as keen before it smooths.[break][break]

falcons, sparrowhawks, crows — all these dark-winged wild things cavorting in the air that serafim should really pay more attention to. instead, he's hanging onto that last thing zach says before the net chokes his words: they have my family.[break][break]

there's something like a frown. he feels like he's forgetting something. there is, also, something like disdain, like pity — and this was the hand you played?[break][break]

he blinks, and there's a hand on his shoulder. the HALBERT returns to his hand, a make-shift cane. [break][break]

axius's gaze trails after layah; serafim watches maggie. he's leaning on the halbert more than should be comfortable, but his own expression is only a carefully curated patience — waiting, again, for instruction. [break][break]

the board shifts. an offer made, a piece now hovering over a tile. again, he doesn't know this game. [break][break]

again, he doesn't need to know this game to know the way the devil plays.[break][break]

his gaze flicks briefly to dmitri and maggie. a twitch of the brows upwards, a tilt of the head — he asks for permission to move.[break][break]

and yet even then, he's saying to danya, a low murmur easily disregarded: "it's mathematical though, isn't it?"[break][break]

does it really matter, what the devil wants? who else is going to offer you a better deal?

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pandora

Administrator high priestess

999

Application Inventory dev plot

gold

familiar iorek byrnison

played by pandora

average angst enjoyer

content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 16, 2023 20:38:43 GMT -7 lav, basil fade, and 1 more like this

Post by pandora on Apr 16, 2023 20:38:43 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DMITRI WISBANE, PRESENT DAY.

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maybe he's a little too generous. maybe he's a little too smug about the offer. maybe he doesn't seem to care much, or at all, about serafim strix.
[break][break]
the only time he's really looked at him properly, after all, is right now, when serafim is asking a question with his eyes—can i?—and dmitri squints ever so slightly, looks elsewhere. no, idiot—you've got the wrong game. [break][break]

serafim strix is not the prize. the prize is—[break][break]

"an arms deal, with sybaris." [break][break]

it's spoken with indifference. the only kind of rebel strategist that would ignore an offer for easy supplies is either an idiot, or far too clever for their own good. [break][break]

danya reed says:[break][break]

"with the coven currently attempting to migrate into the vale, is that right?" she puts the gun back into a holster of her mip, and the hand goes out toward the ground. the enchanted sunglasses fly into her fingers. she taps them restlessly to the side of her leg. to sef: "nothing's ever mathematical, sef. it's all political."
[break][break]
if sef moves, she doesn't seem to mind. [break][break]
around them, the alchemist works slowly, drawing the portal and prioritizing power, stability. the most important facets, the pieces that determine its connecting location, serafim sees, have yet to be drawn.
[break][break]
it gets wintry cold, as danya keeps talking.
[break][break]
"in the history of salem, do you know, no coven but hydra has attempted to do what you are doing." she doesn't, interestingly, sound too judgmental. or, if she does, it sounds forced. "everyone's saying the same thing."

dmitri sighs. [break][break]

yes, yes. everyone loves to shit on greed. the ridiculous image, that monstrous snake, its primordial greed. one long tail dug into delphi's underground, appearing, sudden, on the other coast. nothing more than a blind head, in need of cutting off.[break][break]

but really, in looping, circular time, what else is there? if you leave history to its own devices, well. all the heroes do is get complacent.
[break][break]
no monster, no story.
[break][break]
danya blinks and she misses it—in a second, dmitri has closed the distance.
[break][break]
this is the first time he has moved from where he planted himself. his hand finds her wrist first. the sunglasses shatter. in the time that has elapsed, he has solved the little puzzles presented by each of her devices. [break][break]
("the alchemist," he tells serafim. it sounds so casual, so reminiscent of a dmitri in his early thirties, saying: "towel?", looking to wipe off blood.)
[break][break]
but it's a different situation—here, sef has already been disbalanced by the enchanter's dramatic landing, possibly knocked to the ground. he doesn't have time to see what dmitri is doing, or or danya is reacting. [break][break]
the alchemist is somewhere on the otherside of the rubble, and—[break][break]

—and maggie, sweet maggie, is flapping her wings, hovering just where dmitri's shoulder used to be, far from the action, watching axius with a tilted-head curioisity.

npc thread details

[attr="class","staffpara"]
serafim strix [break][break]
dmitri is currently: hostile[break]
casting: used observer's notes, using a variety of augments, chill out, cold-blooded, the works.

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serafim strix

Sybaris acolyte

110

bio inventory dev plot

gold

familiar axius, the sea dragon

played by lav

I COULD HAVE DEVOURED ANYTHING AND STILL HAVE BEEN STARVING

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 16, 2023 23:44:23 GMT -7 Paul DuBois, basil fade, and 1 more like this

Post by serafim strix on Apr 16, 2023 23:44:23 GMT -7

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the gaze slips sideways; serafim's mouth, too, turns into something wry. right. he should've known — he's not surprised, honestly. how could he be? [break][break]

wrong game, okay. he stays where he is and thinks, alright. what game, then?[break][break]

[attr="class","ax1"]"an arms deal, with sybaris." ~~a deal [break]with the devil.~~

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~~we know this game, serafim.~~[break][break]

"—it's all political."

[break]

he looks at danya, the movement slow, thoughtful. the temperature begins to drop, but he doesn't seem to mind. he gets it, now.[break][break]

it's both. it's political, it's mathematical; it's ambitious, it's perfectly rational — it looks different when god bore you hungry. he could have devoured anything and still been starving.[break][break]

serafim is realising, as he watches his breath cloud the air, he wouldn't have wanted that anyway — to be the prize, that is. it's a fruitless game to just cross the board and have it be that. it's a hollow victory, a useless trophy. and who is he kidding? he remembers more numbers than dmitri's. if he wanted to be saved, would he really have asked him?[break][break]

which means, he wants…[break][break]

( ~~show him your teeth.~~[break][break]

don't be ridiculous, axius. no one wants that.[break][break]

~~don't you?~~ )

[break]

( i want in on this game you play. )

[break]

[break]

"the alchemist," dmitri says.[break][break]

serafim's on the ground. it doesn't matter — he moves anyway.[break][break]

the alchemist is somewhere on the other side of the rubble. the clearest path, then, is through.[break][break]

axius gives only a blink of warning. his jaw splits, the bruise-purple fins of his crest a jagged halo. he lunges — the serpent drags his body through the rubble, head-first, blinded by the billowing dust, teeth bared. it's not so dissimilar: that monstrous snake and its primordial greed, its blind, unending hunger.[break][break]

a new eye splits the scales of the serpent's forehead. pale, colourless, lidless. it rolls wildly, searching. [break][break]

there.[break][break]

he never takes his eyes off the alchemist as he leaps from axius's shoulder. he's dimly aware of whatever's happening behind with dmitri and danya, distantly conscious of something that slips and clicks in his hip, but he doesn't give the pain time to settle. [break][break]

axius reaches for the alchemist and pulls.[break][break]

at serafim's feet, the arcs of VINCULUM curve like scythes.

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[attr="class","fa-solid fa-dragon"] materialised, full size (out of city boundaries), hostile but not lethal.[break]
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pandora

Administrator high priestess

999

Application Inventory dev plot

gold

familiar iorek byrnison

played by pandora

average angst enjoyer

content monkey

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS [NPC/SERAFIM] Apr 17, 2023 18:36:51 GMT -7 lav and basil fade like this

Post by pandora on Apr 17, 2023 18:36:51 GMT -7

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devil in a new dress

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DANYA REED, PRESENT DAY.

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an absolute predator isn't defined by its success, not really—every a deer can survive a lion, if it's quick and clever. but even if a deer surives, a lion is still a lion. the game doesn't change.
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and the goal of prey isn't to win.
[break][break]
it's to not lose.
[break][break]
in chess, danya says: if you play as black, you play for a draw. that's what plan c is for.
[break][break]
compared to the salem-wide terror of hydra, and cerberus's deep connections to the vaillancourts of the vale, sybaris is a novice player whose intricacies danya hasn't really bothered to get to know.
[break][break]
so what she does know: a high priest is no joke. an enchanter and a ice witch, taken to its logical extreme—she can assume her equipment is a read, known quanitity. she can assume she'll freeze to death, soon enough, if this continues. sef's tenuous loyalty was always a gamble, never anything she counted on. fair enough.
[break][break]
then, what does he know? the coat, a duplication device, a layered hologram. something else is needed, to mask its use. sunglasses, her most prized possession, the most complex of all her tools. if it appears held, the coat will appear unused,
[break][break]
...she's made worse sacrifices, in her fifty years.
[break][break]
which is to say: dmitri grabs her wrist, but the glasses are what breaks. he pivots quickly, turning, seeing that she is further, where maggie is, looking oddy naked with no jacket, no holster, a shirt and nothing but knee-length shorts and combat boots.
[break][break]
he begins walking back, annoyed, saying:
[break][break]
"you're really trying so hard to run from a conversa—"
[break][break]
but just then, without so much as a prompt from danya, without so much as a signal to be read, the alchemist activates the hermetic portal.
[break][break]
and the broken carriage, sef, axius, and his half-complete VINICULUM vanish.

UNKNOWN LOCATION, PRESENT.

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"sure. i'll do it. just send me a letter, sometime."[break][break]

"—you heard her. after you."[break][break]

the falling gives to dejavu. only, it's not quite the nightlife of delphi that greets him—serafim crashes onto the ground a darkened warehouse. and axius, smaller, city-sized, on top of the alchemist, who coughs and attempts to scramble away.[break][break]

the world takes time, to settle.
[break][break]
but it makes no sense.[break][break]

the warehouse is...[break][break]

...unlike anything he's seen before. up until now, the rebellion seemed like a scattered, ragtag group, never more than one dozen witches at a time, each abiding by a kind of seriousness inherited, no doubt, from danya reed.
[break][break]
it had been damn near impossible to reconcile her with the image of julius kingston, until—
[break][break]
"what the fuck. diya?"
[break][break]
noise. so much noise. hundreds of people—a gathering? of some sort? several groups, formed around...tables. pool? what is—

npc thread details

[attr="class","staffpara"]
serafim strix [break][break]
dmitri is currently: hostile[break]
casting: used observer's notes, using a variety of augments, chill out, cold-blooded, the works.

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Last Edit: Apr 17, 2023 18:39:02 GMT -7 by pandora