A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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A Familiar Face? [achromatic]
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 6:42:29 GMT
He didn't know how to answer that. Didn't he already have everything he needed? There were things he desired, of course, but he had been almost all but apathetic for most of his life. Back then, all he wanted was to live and here he was, with a curse he could barely control, outliving nearly everyone he had ever cared about. Life was exhausting; it meant nothing if he could have it all and yet nothing at all.
You wanted to die, a part of him spoke, and his brow furrowed for a brief moment. He did, at least at one point. He had drowned every emotion, every part of him in drugs, sex, and alcohol, and it still didn't do anything, but then when he finally had a chance, he realized he couldn't quite let go of himself, the natural part of him that fought to live. That had fought to stay alive through the wars and the fights and who wouldn't go quietly in the night.
He wanted his powers back. He wanted to be normal again. Except it was a deal he wasn't willing to make. He had learned by now, that deals like this only meant he'd lose more than he could gain. Rhiannon had nailed that into his head after the multitude of mistakes he had made. The witch that had cursed him had made sure he understood that nothing came for free.
"I don't exactly know what I want yet," he mused, tilting his head, "but if you're really a fairy godfather or something, you'd be able to owe me one, wouldn't you?"
His gift had its perks, and he was curious to what it was worth. He didn't desire as much as he was curious, to why he felt drawn to this man, or this place at all. "Let's just say theoretically, if I could offer some kind of...way to give someone either the strangest high they've ever felt or well, five years extra to your life, what would that be worth?"
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Post by smith on Jul 23, 2020 7:29:21 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
The questions kept on rolling from this kid. Everyone had something he wanted, but it was obvious that he didn’t want one of the traditional cliches like fame, love, money. He seemed to desire something deeper, maybe even unique.
“Nope doesn’t work that way. I don’t hand out favors, I take them if that’s all you have to offer, but you’re going to need to ask for something first.”
He’d listen to the guy he still didn’t know the name of continue speaking. Tucker internally sighed. That’s why this guy felt different. He wasn’t human, or at least he wasn’t just human.
“Don’t need extra years, have enough of those already. I am slightly interested in hearing about the high though.” Tucker had traveled the world tasting all different kinds of alcohols and drugs, He considered himself to be a sort of an expert. But if this man could offer something different, that was something he could get behind.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 7:48:19 GMT
Strange. Hywel had never really offered the whole time thing in all seriousness, but it often got a reaction from people at least. This guy was completely unphased. Enough years already? He barely looked above thirty. Still, if anything, he knew to never judge one by their appearances. Whoever this was, he could already tell he wasn't human. An immortal then. It would make sense.
"Mm," he mused, "I guess there are two things I wanted...to some degree." He chuckled, glancing at his drink, the ice cubes all melted now that he had been distracted, "I don't think I want a lot in the world, I just want to know how to control this little...gift I have, I suppose. Or at least to understand what I am."
A dry laugh left his mouth. "I'm an abomination to humanity apparently," his grin didn't quite meet his eyes, "I don't think I'm really alive, but I'm clearly not dead. All I am is a danger to anyone who isn't fully aware of what I am, which probably includes myself."
He glanced to his cup again. "If I can get my sister to keep me alive, I can get you to experience five lives at once," he grinned, an almost feral expression on his face, "in exchange for you helping me figure out what the hell I am and how I can either go back to what I was before all of this. I don't just want what you have on weird conditions or whatever, I want an end result. You help me figure out my problem, and I'll give you the best high of your life."
He didn't care that Rhiannon needed his gift to keep them the way they were now. It didn't matter right now. She'd be furious that he ruined her plans, but he had kept her alive for almost two hundred years. He didn't care to live the way he did, a half-life. He wanted to truly be alive without the fear of losing himself every few weeks because a monster that thirsted for life was stronger than he was.
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Jul 23, 2020 21:03:16 GMT
Post by smith on Jul 23, 2020 21:03:16 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker continued to get bored with the man’s little sob story. Everyone had one, and usually their desires were fueled by that. See their loved ones again, reverse the effects of a mistake, etc. It did pique his interest that the man called himself an abomination, because he didn’t mean being weird as a human or even being a demon, he was something else and he had no clue what that was.
The demon mulled over the situation. Most people wanted a one and done type deal that could be accomplished in a few moments, but not this guy. He wanted Tucker to join his little escapade in finding himself. That seemed like an afwuley much amount of work just for a high, but he was intrigued by the possibility of a new experience so a deal would have to be made.
“Seems like a lot to ask for not a lot in return.” He’d quip. “But let me see what I’m dealing with.” Tucker would place his hand on the man’s chest without a warning. Hywel could feel an immense pain firing through his body as the demon examined the man’s soul. After he would finish Tucker would get a puzzled look on his face. “That’s interesting. It would seem you have a blockage on your soul. Almost like a curse. And you say you don’t remember how this got there?” The magic on the man’s soul was old powerful magic. It wasn't a claim by demon, it was just, twisted a little. Soul magic was an extremely tricky thing because the soul is the one part of the body that’s hard to manipulate. But much to Tucker’s dismay, he was even more intrigued than before.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 24, 2020 3:20:56 GMT
A dry laugh left his mouth. Not a lot in return? The man certainly didn't know what he was talking about. Stealing someone's time and transporting it into someone else took effort. More effort than he'd be willing to put in for any small thing. He wasn't a man who wanted much. Frankly, other than solving his little curse, he didn't have much need for anything else. He survived. He was the kind of person that simply existed and cared little for anything more.
Tucker clearly didn't realize how much of an effort it took, for him to give this 'high.' It wasn't just a high, after all; it was a condensed version of how many years of someone's life; the endorphin rush was unreal. No other drug he had tried had ever replicated it, not even the few times he had almost overdosed.
"Yeah well, you're prepositioning someone who doesn't really want a lot–" and suddenly the man's hand was on his chest and for a moment, he felt like he was dying. It wasn't the type of dying he felt when accidentally feeding off a vampire or a fellow immortal, it was...familiar. Like he could remember something.
A faded image of another man? woman? He couldn't tell. A faded winter's night, a forest, bare, reeds and overgrown grass covering the ground, sprinkled with a dusting of snow. He was falling. The reeds, the water, choking his lungs, as if something had come over him, as if he was possessed, and suddenly, he was back in reality again, and the other man was talking.
Hywel gasped for air, his hand reaching to the wall to steady himself, eyes bright with shock gazed at Tucker with a bewildered expression. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded, "how the hell–what the–who are you? Or...what are you?"
His jaw tightened. "–and why do I have a feeling I've met you before?"
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Post by smith on Jul 30, 2020 4:04:31 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
The demon watched his eyes as the man judged his reaction to the deal. He wasn’t really a fan of this man thus far, but he was intrigued by the mark on his soul. It was very powerful magic, one that would rival the best spell users out there.
After he checked the guy’s soul he was reasonably pretty mad. Tucker had just touched his soul, it was a part of the human body that was never meant to be messed with. But he didn’t think he’d meet this man before as he suggested.
“I looked at your soul. I’ve heard it stings a little.” He’d grin before his tone became annoyed. “As I had just said, there was a mark on it, I don’t recognize the magic, but it’s altered your soul. I’ll let you figure out what I am. But I’m pretty sure we haven’t met before, at least if we have you weren’t very memorable.”
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Jul 30, 2020 15:37:41 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jul 30, 2020 15:37:41 GMT
Stings a little? Really? That was supposed to be a sting? Terror had filled his lungs the moment the man had touched him, and he hadn't felt that way in a while. Years even. Even the other accidents he had–with immortals and creatures alike–didn't feel like this. He had never been able to remember the actual incident of his curse, only the second-hand stories he had heard from witnesses, and from what he had claimed to be doing.
"No shit," he grunted, a hand held to the wall to keep himself upright, heaving a few more breaths to keep himself from retching or something, his eyes fixated on the demon, "how the fuck did something alter my soul?" Was that even possible? Frankly, he didn't think witches had souls–those religious nuts certainly didn't think so, burning his kind at every turn–and even if they existed...how did someone's magic do that?
"I don't remember meeting you either," he frowned, for once, looking somewhat uncertain of himself, "I–it's not so much as I remember you from anything but just now...I swear when you did that I just...I felt like I lived through that before. Call it de ja vu or anything, but I swear..."
He couldn't remember things well, but god if that hadn't felt familiar...he wasn't really sure what to think. He had come here to have a good time and now he was set on finding out what the hell had happened a century ago...and this man had the closest thing to an answer he could think of.
"You say you can find out what happened?" he asked. Was the man going to take the offer? He didn't seem like an easy bargain.
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