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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Jun 23, 2020 14:24:33 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 23, 2020 14:24:33 GMT
Hunter
After gathering up McRorie from the back stoop of the Gilded Hand, Hunter brought Hywel to her store around the corner. As she fiddled with the lock, it could be noticed that a great deal of work had gone into cleaning up the brick facade. The big store front window panel was protected by a fancy iron security screen that somehow didn't detract from the Victorian look of the building.
Hunter ushered her friends inside. Immediately, McRorie patrolled the shop, sniffing the books and the front desk where the old fashioned cash register stood. It was mostly for show, as she had a brand new debit machine beside it. High wood shelves were the homes to a plethora of books, paperback, hard covers, leather bound and just about any kind of shape a book could come in. They were all shelved with care and by theme alphabetically.
Here and there, tucked into nooks and crannies, were comfortable arm chairs with lights above them. Towards the back of the store, where Hunter led Hywel, there sat a big couch and a low coffee table. Shelves on the very back wall held books that hadn't yet made it to the stacks up front.
"Have a seat and I'll get those books," Hunter told Hywel.
McRorie wandered in and flopped on a rug on the floor nearby. Hunter rummaged through a pile of books and sorted out the ones Hywel had come to see. They were large and leather bound. They looked ancient. She plunked them on the coffee table in front of Hywel. There were five of them. They even smelled old.
"Well," she said, "What do you think?"
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Jun 24, 2020 16:22:59 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 24, 2020 16:22:59 GMT
He wasn't planning on leaving with Hunter at first; the bar took his first priority and all, but when he heard that the bookstore was just on his way back anyway, his curiosity got the upper hand. Making sure that Sylvan was comfortable, tucked in the bag, he followed Hunter. A small visit wouldn't hurt; Rhiannon was practically his neighbor anyway, and if all failed, Sylvan could just stay the night at his place.
It was the foreign books that he had been interested in. Old books in a writing that couldn't be deciphered...half the time they were simply tomes of old scriptures here and there but the occasion that they were old grimoires and things like that, well, he wanted to be there if it was.
The bookshop itself was cute. Simple, with its vintage items and fancy shelves, and there were comfortable spaces to sit, which–as a customer–he was grateful for. Finding a comfortable spot, he placed his bag on the couch before glancing at the shelves. It had been a while since he had taken time to just read. Part of him felt a bit guilty for that, but this decade was a busy one. There were things to do and things to be done.
He glanced up as Hunter placed the books on the coffee table, and he immediately gravitated towards them, opening the top one and dusting them off a little bit. Old was right. They seemed more like personal tomes and journals rather than books to be sold at a book shop.
"Where did you get these?" he inquired, looking through the pages, being careful to not rip them. The writing was unknown to him, but the illustrations certainly weren't. There were symbols, old ones that he had once seen in the temples where witches still dwelled back in the days. How curious.
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Jun 24, 2020 17:40:00 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 24, 2020 17:40:00 GMT
Hunter
"Basically, I found them beside the door one morning," she told him, "Somebody just up and left these poor old things in a big tote bag."
She sat on the couch beside him.
"They were the dickens to lug inside."
Pages of symbols and writing flipped by as Hywel carefully leafed through one of the books. While Hunter wouldn't know a grimoire from a dictionary, she sensed that the books were dangerous.
"You know, I get a really bad feeling from a couple of these books, that's why they're not out on the shelves. I was going to take them in to the university to find out if someone there knew what they were.
"Do you think your sister would like to see them?"
She spotted a pair of tufted ears poking out of Hywel's bag.
"Why don't you let Sylvan out to explore? I'm sure he'd have a lot of fun.
"We can't lose him because I can ask McRorie to show us where he went."
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Jun 27, 2020 16:05:02 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2020 16:05:02 GMT
The man almost didn't notice the other woman as he continued flipping through the pages, absorbed in the symbols. He couldn't read it but he could guess perhaps some type of Cyrillic script? He wasn't exactly sure, but he was intrigued. Perhaps they could decode it, at least. It'd be an interesting read.
Sylvan heard his name, and his head peeked out, wide blue eyes looking up at Hunter, before letting out a meow, crawling out of the bag on the floor and brushing against Hywel's ankle. When the man didn't react, the kitten's eyes glinted with a certain deviousness, attaching his claws to the man's ankle with a playful viciousness.
Hywel let out a yelp, before glancing down to the cat giving his scowl the biggest baby eyes ever, not even noticing Hunter looking at him, expecting a reply to his answer, before glancing up, forcing himself to retrace a few steps and...right, books.
"Oh uh," he chuckled, giving an apologetic smile to Hunter, "yeah, yeah I think she would." He continued to flip the pages, before stopping. Oh. The triangle, square, and circle. Alchemy? Huh. That was definitely interesting; the only real witchcraft that he was still into was alchemy. It was something he could still work with, to find a cure for whatever curse they had put on him.
"Yeah, definitely," he replied quickly, looking up, "are you...selling these? Or are these like antiques that you're keeping in the store?"
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Jun 27, 2020 19:20:05 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 27, 2020 19:20:05 GMT
Hunter
"If the right buyer comes along, yes, I'll sell them," Hunter said, "But like I said earlier, some of them give me a creepy feeling. They're not giving me the creeps right now, so I think they like you."
Even though what she said was preposterous, it seemed as if Hunter fully believed it.
"You probably think I'm nuts, but some books have personalities. These don't really like me, so they seem to try to ward me off. Right now, with you looking at them, they're just like any other book in the store."
She did have to giggle at Sylvan, who had apparently decided that Hywel made a great scratching post. From his rug, McRorie raised his head and studied the kitten.
Hunter smiled at the little cat, "You go ahead and explore. Nothing here will hurt you. McRorie will take care of you."
Upon hearing his name, and his new job, McRorie sighed as if all the troubles of the world had just descended on his back. Perhaps they had?
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Jun 28, 2020 14:41:45 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2020 14:41:45 GMT
"Huh," his brow furrowed, as if trying to understand the woman. Books with personalities? Well, she wasn't completely off–grimoires and things like that sometimes held a piece of their founder within them, and it was a complicated process, but...like Nietzsche said, if you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stared back into you.
Sylvan was completely unaware of Hywel's thoughts, only looking up to see the man deep in thought, before deciding to tentatively trust the dog to not bite his head off. Then again, Sylvan had never been the nervous kind of creature; he was an explorer if there ever was one.
Hywel pursed his lips, before glancing to Hunter again. "I get what you mean in a weird sort of way, but I know my sister would definitely be intrigued. It's in her line of work, or well, it's sort of stuff she's researching...you know, for her masters I guess?" It was an easy lie, but it was true. These books belonged to another witch or warlock once, and he could remember seeing that signature somewhere once. His memory was shoddy at best, but there must be something of his that would point him in the right direction.
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Jun 28, 2020 15:34:24 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 28, 2020 15:34:24 GMT
Hunter
"Please, invite her over, or I could pick you both up on my way back from the pet store tomorrow," Hunter said earnestly, "I really want these to get into the right hands. I think they're important somehow, and dangerous in the wrong hands."
Really? snarked her inner voice. You ARE desperate for friends if you have to lure them here with treasure!
Hunter gave her voice an inner snort and thought, I do want friends here! Her inner voice had taken up a large part of her time when she was here alone with no one else to talk to.
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Jun 28, 2020 16:12:00 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 28, 2020 16:12:00 GMT
McRorie
The cu rose from his place on the rug. He could watch the little thing from a spot not quite so close to those tiny claws. He'd met cats before. Many churchyards had their quota of cats. The priests and ministers fed them to help keep mice out of the church itself, and the often nearby manse.
He'd found felines interesting to watch but less than appropriate play things. They tended to squawl at him and hiss a lot. And that was when he approached them to try and make friends! A few of them had decided to welcome the wolfhound in the past. They'd been pretty thankful when rat catchers had brought out their ferrets and terriers to practice their trade on stray felines.
McRorie had put the fear of the cu into the men and their animals. No creature died on his watch, unless he wanted them to.
He lay down against a stack of books on the floor and kept an eye on Sylvan from what he considered a safe distance.
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Jun 29, 2020 11:35:21 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2020 11:35:21 GMT
Hywel nodded. "I'll definitely give her the address. I bet she'll come along sometime this upcoming week then." Though, she wasn't going to be the most pleasant person, he'd warn, but he kept his mouth shut. When she wanted to, Rhiannon could appear friendly enough, but he knew his sister well enough to know that she really didn't care all too much for humans. After all, neither of them really did. He was just less...uppity about it.
Sylvan, on the other hand, was deciding whether to trust the dog or not. The cat didn't fear much, it seemed, having lived a pretty easy life with Rhiannon and Hywel. Well, familiars grew plenty slower than normal cats did, but it seemed to still hold the innocence of a kitten. Batting lightly at the dog's tail, his eyes were mischievous, as if wondering whether the dog would react at all. He didn't care if it was a dog or a beast heralding death and disaster, anything was good fun for the cheeky cat.
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Jun 29, 2020 13:33:10 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 29, 2020 13:33:10 GMT
Hunter and McRorie
"Just ask her to please give me a call before she comes," Hunter picked up a couple of the tomes and replaced them on the shelf. "In the meantime, I'll keep them right back here. They should be safe."
She really hoped the Hywel came along too. She liked the guy.
With your luck, he's probably gay, snarked her inner voice. Hunter flinched at the thought.
In the meantime, McRorie eyed the kitten as it played with his tail. He kept his eyes averted and moved the tail slightly, just to see what would happen. He kept his big paws to himself. One light swat would flatten the little thing and that would spoil the fun. He had jaw wrestled with the odd kitten and even though he'd had to gauge his pressure and movements, they both had had fun. His whiskered face protected his eyes from the inadvertent swipe. McRorie fondly remembers playing with a litter of kittens one time and when he stood up, he'd had a little black and white one hanging off his beard.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 2, 2020 15:48:42 GMT
He grinned. "Sounds good," he nodded, "her name's Rhiannon just in case. She's a bit prickly around the edges but she'll come along." Hywel gave Hunter an apologetic smile, before shooting a quick text to his sister. With any luck, they could hold the information he was after for so long. He hated to admit it but every time his power activated, it drained him more and more, despite Rhiannon's efforts in making the symptoms abide. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't; it was really a mixed bowl, especially in a city where mutants and vampires ran amok.
Sylvan eyed the dog's tail, perking up lightly as the tail moved. Ah! The prey wasn't just a static one, it seemed. The mischievous little thing immediately launched itself onto the tail, his own tail lashing from side to side in excitement.
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Post by stormaf on Jul 2, 2020 19:17:10 GMT
McRorie
With a canine smile, McRorie wagged his long tail, kitten firmly attached. It looked a little like he was sweeping the floor with a small silver mop. He then carefully sniffed the kitten, trying to not frighten the little creature. At the sound of a dog barking outside, the wolfhound rose, kitten determinedly hanging from his tail, and wandered to the front window to have a look.
Hunter
Hunter took a quick glance at her cu and then started to roar with laughter. Helplessly, she pointed at the hound and the kitten.
"Omy my gawd, that's hilarious," she gasped when she had enough air. "I think they're going to be good friends.
"McRorie," she said softly, "What's that on your tail?" Then she had to snicker.
The cu looked at her over his long back and slowly waved his tail, kitten and all. Sylvan swung in an easy arc inches from the floor.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 4, 2020 2:28:45 GMT
Hywel laughed when the kitten clung onto the dog's tail. As much as he didn't trust the dog, he had to admit, Sylvan had a lot of spunk. The young cat literally had enough attitude to even put Rhiannon to shame. He chuckled. "That cat never knows when to give up," he mused, before glancing at his watch.
It was getting late. "Thanks so much for letting me see your shop," he smiled, "but I'm going to have to go before I miss my train. I'll come visit another day when I'm at the Brooklyn branch again, but my sister might drop by before me if things get a bit busy."
He chuckled, before grabbing Sylvan, who quickly scampered towards the man. "Thanks again, Hunter, and you're always welcome back to the Gilded Hand if you'd like."
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Post by stormaf on Jul 5, 2020 20:42:59 GMT
Hunter
She smiled shyly.
"Thank you Hywel," she said, "You're good company. Anytime you need a book, come on by, or I can bring it to you."
McRorie wandered over to Hywel and sniffed at the kitten in his arms.
"I think we're going to need playdates," Hunter laughed.
She saw him to the door and waved as he strode off down the street.
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