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?
NEW YORK TIMES
07/07/2020 It's been (technically) our first month! Thanks to everyone who's joined us, and for more announcements, please check HERE for in-game and new developments!
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CURRENT PLOT
We are currently starting up, and trialing some of the groups right now! There will be an upcoming plot in regards to some city shenanigans soon, but for now, we're simply fixing up the kinks and establishing roles/groups/characters. Feel free to join us! The community and the lore is still being built, and we're always open to new suggestions.
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Aug 20, 2020 13:55:18 GMT
Post by achromatic on Aug 20, 2020 13:55:18 GMT
Peaches, he thought with a smile, how cute. He gave the cat a little scratch, petting her head with a small chuckle. Chamomile sounded nice. It wasn't exactly his favourite but then again, Hywel wasn't picky with his teas. Anything was better than the disgusting stuff they used to drink back in the 1800s, right? He took the mug with a dip of his head, a gesture of thanks, before taking a sip. He always liked his tea on its own, if not with milk.
"All right," he mused, leaning back, "I don't think my problem is the...traditional 'something's wrong' or anything, but I want to see you in action."
He was curious, after all, if she could figure out that anything was even wrong from a simple diagnostic spell.
A grin appeared on his face. "Feel free to do your magic whenever," he smiled.
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Aug 24, 2020 16:13:42 GMT
Post by nostalgic on Aug 24, 2020 16:13:42 GMT
Autumn nodded at his approval, before getting to work. Her magic was a strange amalgamation of different types of magic- there was her wand, and her relics that she moved around his head and chest, and the 'witch-doctor' chanting and hovering hands. She worked for nearly half an hour, murmuring things under her breath, her eyes bright with an interest.
"You're a fascinating case indeed," she told him after pulling out of her reverie. "You definitely have witch blood, but if I'm not mistaken, you can't use your magic- and you've haven't been able to for a long, long time." She eyed him, wondering just how old he was.
She stood, moving to her collection of herbs and mixtures. "It's locked tightly in you, but it's there. The magic is something I haven't seen before, something more ancient than I've experienced. I can't get rid of it entirely, not in one session at least, but I think I can loosen the hold a little bit. You may be able to gain back very low-level magic, if I can get the right combination of healing spells and potions."
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Aug 25, 2020 13:29:10 GMT
Post by achromatic on Aug 25, 2020 13:29:10 GMT
He frowned. The man had tried for years to gain back his powers. He had tried nearly everything–demons, old relics, ancient doctors and chakra unblocking methods...nothing had worked. He didn't doubt that Autumn was a strong witch at all; he could feel that energy from her, but he wasn't exactly sure she'd be able to do it. It had been nearly a hundred years after all.
"Yeah," he replied dryly, "let's just say I got into an incident." He was still unclear of what really happened, but it was something he had wanted to solve. Rhiannon may have found some use of his ability, but it wasn't something that was beneficial to him. In fact, he wanted to get rid of it as soon as he could; immortality had made him lose interest in living.
"I...what's the drawback of this?" he asked, skeptical. He had met a demon once, who had offered to try and fix his problem at a steep price he could barely afford. He didn't believe in free gifts, and certainly a witch like her wouldn't do such a thing for free.
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Aug 25, 2020 17:42:58 GMT
Post by nostalgic on Aug 25, 2020 17:42:58 GMT
The drawback- that was a good question. Autumn worried her lower lip, exhaling slowly. "I don't... know, exactly. It will be exhausting for both of us, and there is the danger of it going wrong. If it goes right, you'll still only have low level magic, but the side effects may be more chaotic."
She liked the challenge, but she hated being out of control. Hywel truly was a unique case, and she was interested in his backstory, but it annoyed her that she didn't have the answers, that she couldn't just heal him like she did so many others.
"But I'll try my best, and see if we make any progress today, as long as you're okay with it. I understand if you aren't, since it's so risky."
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Sept 3, 2020 16:11:16 GMT
Post by achromatic on Sept 3, 2020 16:11:16 GMT
He frowned. It was true, there was definitely a risk in letting some witch just mess around with his system, especially with what had happened before. It had been years and even now, they barely knew a thing about his condition; his encounter with a vampire a few weeks back showed that well enough.
Still, she was a witch. It wasn't like what had happened last time either, where it had been him who had lost control. This time, it'd be in a controlled environment, right?
"All right," he muttered, taking a deep breath before meeting Autumn's gaze, "but I need to know that if anything...happens, you need to find a way to...I don't know, sedate me or something I guess? I just...I don't know what you're doing so it's better we don't take any chances, right?"
He laughed quietly, looking at his mug of tea. "Let's just say that...whatever took away my powers kind of gave me some unpredictable ones too."
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Sept 15, 2020 20:05:05 GMT
Post by nostalgic on Sept 15, 2020 20:05:05 GMT
"I promise I'll sedate you if need be," Autumn said with a small smile. The last bit of news came as no surprise- she could sense some unusual energy from Hywel and had already attributed it to some hidden power. Clearing her throat, she stood and moved to the windows, drawing the blinds.
The magic she was going to use now was a deeper kind, not the type that flourished in the light. When she was done with the windows, the room was lit only by a few candles and the embers from the fireplace. Peaches had moved to one of the empty chairs, her eyes gleaming in the low light as Autumn sat down across from Hywel again.
Her hands moved over his chest, and she began uttering words in a foreign language, alternating between her hands and a few crystals that lay on the table. She could sense the magic working, minimally unraveling the knot that tied up Hywel's magic. It was a difficult task, and Autumn was soon sweating, fighting against the force that didn't want to move.
But she was committed to her work, and she pushed herself to the point of near exhaustion. She couldn't deplete herself entirely- she still needed to seduce Hywel- but she felt the ache in her bones as she sat back after close to half an hour, wiping the sheen off her forehead. "I think I made progress," she told him, her blue eyes locked on the warlock. "Think of the lowest level magic you could use before, and try that now. I'll be here to stabilize you if anything goes wrong."
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Sept 27, 2020 16:16:16 GMT
Post by achromatic on Sept 27, 2020 16:16:16 GMT
Hywel had closed his eyes the moment she had started, feeling her magic pushing against his, however faint it was. He couldn't feel anything at first, but when she located the knot within him, he shifted uncomfortably, gritting his teeth. He could handle a bit of pain, no problem, but this didn't feel like just pain, it felt like he was waiting in anticipation of...something. Whatever had happened to him, it didn't want to be undone, and it certainly was going to make itself a lot harder to unravel.
He could feel her try to force the knot to give in, and it felt like a parasite, attached to his essence, trying however hard it could to fight against the intruding force.
An involuntary gasp left his mouth as she drew back. He couldn't exactly say it felt super different, but she had been gentle enough, pulling away before it started to hurt. He frowned, slowly sitting up from the table. He was already almost certain it wouldn't have worked, but he'd try anyway.
The simplest spell, huh? The earliest one he could remember was simply to bring forth his magic, to create a little light at the ends of his fingertips. He closed his eyes for a moment, before trying to bring up the energy he had once felt.
For a brief moment, a faint light seemed to emit from the tips of his pointer finger.
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Sept 28, 2020 19:39:38 GMT
Post by nostalgic on Sept 28, 2020 19:39:38 GMT
Autumn clapped her hands together once, a thrilled gleam of light in her eyes. "It worked! I apologize that you can't do more than that, but that's more than you've done in a while, right? I'm sure that with repeated sessions you'll be able to do more, but I'm sorry to say that more progress might be a bit more... painful. I tried to be as nonintrusive as I could be this time."
She pulled away, standing to grab him another cup of tea. She must have gained a modicum of his trust by this point, and Autumn couldn't think of a more opportune time to enact her plan. A few more mild sedatives went into his drink, and she drew back her powers of attraction just a tad- in a short enough time she would overwhelm him with the full force of her abilities, but for now it was good to give him a sense of calm.
The High Priestess set the mug down in front of Hywel, studying his reaction closely. "How do you feel? I know it might be surprising."
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Sept 29, 2020 14:09:03 GMT
Post by achromatic on Sept 29, 2020 14:09:03 GMT
He only stared in shock. Huh. He didn't think anything would work, but here he was, presented with the opposite fact. Perhaps things would work out after all. There was a strange feeling inside of him, one born of his own pessimism that said 'no good deed comes unpunished' but he pushed the thought away.
There was a chance he could do magic again. He didn't even notice Autumn taking a step away to grab another cup of tea. Everything was still spinning in his head. He only looked up to her once more when she spoke.
How did he feel? "Unreal," he breathed, a chuckle leaving his mouth that expressed both his disbelief and his pleasant surprise. "How...? I thought I'd never be able to do any magic again."
He looked up to Autumn. "What did you do?" Curiosity glowed in his baby blues.
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Post by nostalgic on Oct 2, 2020 1:11:41 GMT
"I don't exactly know," she admitted slowly. "Usually I have very regimented healing routines, but your ailment is ancient and unknown, and whatever I summoned from within myself had to mirror that. It was more of an energy than a particular spell. I only wish I could have done more in one go."
That was the truth. Autumn may have had a few ulterior motives, but she did want to help any and every witch she could. It was selfishly altruistic, in a way. She lapsed into silence for a few moments, sipping her own tea and letting her eyelids close briefly as she drew the strength to bewitch Hywel from deep within her.
Now, while he was overwhelmed and taken off guard, was the perfect time for an emotional strike. She set her mug down, waiting until Hywel had done the same before she moved. Swiftly she leaned over, resting a hand on his cheek as she pressed her lips against his. There- one last shock of surprise to his system before her powers moved in.
Strike they did, with the full force of her half-succubus powers. It was not sneaking tendrils now, it was a tidal wave of desire and hunger that slammed into the weakened Hywel as her lips moved against his. It was a dizzying and intoxicating combination, but a tiring one for her. She had not had to seduce a gay man before, and she didn't dare use anything less than the maximum level of her abilities.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 4, 2020 22:35:44 GMT
It wasn't unknown to Hywel that other witches had their own innate magic and routines, spells they couldn't quite explain and energies that were hard to teach. He took another sip of her tea, feeling a little calmer than he did moments before. It was subtle, so subtle that he didn't realize how calm he felt, how heavy his bones suddenly, how floaty his head was. If anything, Hywel should've noticed–he had done enough drugs to last him multiple lifetimes–but it slipped his mind.
She set her mug down and he turned to her, interested in what else she might have to say, lowering his own cup when suddenly, her lips were against his. Oh. Oh...? He had never been interested in girls before, other than dancing with them at balls and 'courting them' simply to blend in properly. He never felt attraction to girls. Even earlier, with Autumn, he had felt nothing but a grudging respect and a sort of kinship.
All of that had suddenly been replaced by a burning desire to be closer to her. The heat of passion, of lust, was slowly rising in him akin to the way he felt grinding with another man at the club, high of his mind. Part of him thought of how strange it was, that he who had never felt a single thing about her suddenly could only think of how much he wanted her, right this moment. Still, that part of his brain was soon drowned out.
I need her. I need her. I need her. The voice was getting later in his head, and he was kissing back, his arms reaching for her waist, pulling her closer.
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Oct 14, 2020 15:46:29 GMT
Post by nostalgic on Oct 14, 2020 15:46:29 GMT
Autumn resisted the urge to grin in the wake of her victory, and instead turned her attention very narrowly to the task ahead of her. The High Priestess wasted no time- she was strong, certainly, but this level of magic drained her, and she had already spent energy helping Hywel's condition. Her hands found his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, and allowed him to do the same to her dress, leaving her in her tan-colored underwear and bra.
She climbed into his lap, continuing to kiss his lips, his neck, his jawline. Normally at this point she could dial back the attraction magic, but she had never seduced a gay man, a man's whose base instincts went against her charm. So she kept the magic up full force, as their kissing escalated. Perhaps she would concoct something to help him forget it all afterwards, to spare him the confusing memories.
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Post by achromatic on Nov 2, 2020 18:18:07 GMT
His skin was turning warm, his face flush, the smell of her skin an aphrodisiac, his pupils completely dilated, the high that consumed him more than any drug seemed to have found him once again. He could hear his heart beating loudly, his breathing raspy, as his hands fumbled with the hem of her dress, before reaching for the clasp of her bra, something he was rather unused to. Taking a few moments to figure out the contraption, he finally unhooked it, his hands now sliding the straps off her arms in an almost reverent manner, as her kisses turned his skin hot, a tent now in his jeans.
There were no thoughts in his head other than a need for her, as if he was a man in a desert and she was the cleanest water, a fresh oasis. She was the meal of a starving man, the full sunlight after a nordic winter, the drug of his own addiction; nothing mattered other than her and his own desire for her. His arousal was almost painful.
"Please," he gasped, his hands now on her hips, pulling her closer to him; her warmth was perhaps the most addicting thing. Hywel would never admit this to anyone but for someone who had lived so long, he had spent plenty of it feeling more lonely than anything. He was a drifter, placed in a sea of everlasting life with no goal, no permanent lover, few friendships, and he had spent most of his life simply running away from any shred of emotion or commitment because nothing lasted. The mere desire for a companion meant that the touch-starved man constantly sought physical affection everywhere, and this was no different.
For a moment he looked almost confused; the man had never really been with a woman before. He knew how it went, of course, but everything felt so foreign. Was something wrong? Something didn't feel right but he couldn't tell what it was. What was it? Was he forgetting something? No, he needed her. He wanted her. So why did this feel so strange?
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Post by nostalgic on Nov 7, 2020 16:08:58 GMT
Autumn saw the look of confusion in his eyes, and gritted her teeth, keeping her power at maximum level as she tried to accelerate the process. She slid his jeans and underwear down before removing her own before climbing back onto his lap. She moved to kiss him again, indulging his need for touch by letting her hands slide over his chest, his shoulders, cupping his cheeks as she guided him to the place that would produce what she needed - a baby.
In her own mysterious routine, she had performed fertility magic on the both of them, and she hoped through her exhaustion that it would be enough. If she couldn't erase his memories of this, then there would be no repeat of this intimate act.
She could sense her power waning right as they were nearly finished, and she struggled to hold on through her fading strength. Just another minute, and she could release this witch from this entirely foreign experience without mentally harming him in the slightest. But even she could not hold on forever, not to a man whose very instincts went against this. At the climax of their time together her power snapped back like a rubber band, and she sagged with exhaustion, her eyes fearful for once as she looked at the man who was still inside her, and was now fully aware of what had happened.
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Post by achromatic on Nov 8, 2020 1:11:22 GMT
He was drowning.
Or at least, that was how it felt. It was as if he had taken a plunge underwater and found himself asleep, waking up to muffled voices, to blurs of color, faded shadows and shapes in the distance, to his lungs holding onto whatever air he still had, heaving, pleading, asking him to just push forward, to swim to the surface, to take another breath of fresh air...
The man struggled. The limbs in his mind felt heavy, weighed down as if his clothes were made of concrete, as if he was crawling out of the earth while something was pulling him back in. He was confused. It was as if his own mind and his body were of separate entities. Huh, so this was what they called cognitive dissonance, he mused. Was this an out of body experience? He had dreams like this before, but none ever felt this strange. No drug or bad trip had ever left him in a space where he felt like he existed out of his body but also trapped in his mind at the same time.
He could feel his body slowly began to float, and he swam towards the surface. It wasn't so heavy anymore; what changed? Whatever was dragging him under was weakening its grip on him, as he slowly resurfaced, his dull, empty eyes slowly filling with life once more, and all of a sudden, reality came back to him in a rush, hitting him like a brick.
The first thing he saw were her eyes. Green, like the sea when he had sailed to these shores, like the leaves of ivy that crawled over the house he had grown up in. Why was she so close to him? And why did he feel so–? The faint arousal that had still lingered due to her spell quickly evaporated and suddenly, the air felt cold on his naked skin. Naked? Why the hell was he naked? He was breathing loudly now, confused, panicked like a cornered animal.
–and why the hell was she...? He could still feel her around him and suddenly her soft presence from earlier was replaced by an overwhelming feeling that she was choking him, suffocating him.
He had fucked her? How...? He had never been attracted to girls, for as long as he could remember, and now the memories rushed back into him, memories that weren't his, eating at him, so real he knew it was his own. Shit. How did this happen? How the hell did she turn him on so much, that he forgot everything, abandoned his own mind–was this magic? Did she use her powers to do this? His eyes widened in realization and the stillness of the moment quickly turned into the frantic waves of a panic attack, washing over him like a heavy wave.
"F-fuck," he hissed, pushing her off and scrambling backwards, practically falling out of the seat and tumbling to the ground, "what just happened–what the FUCK did you do to me," he looked bewildered more than angry, "who the–who the fuck are you and what..."
He couldn't breathe; he was gasping for air like a fish out of water, and he could feel it, the telltale signs, the tingle of his hands and feet, the hot tears running down his cheeks, the heat of his chest and the flashes in his head. His eyes glowed a little more blue as he pulled himself into a fetal position, trying to still himself and failing.
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