Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[purityisforlosers]

[Dark Mist had never needed to consume anything, nor did he want to. Boy, how things were going to change for him while he was here, and not for the better]

[Head whipping up to spot the demon, he snarled, eyes flashing menacingly]

Stop laughing!

[At least he could still sound intimidating, to.... one lone tourist. The large man just backed off and took his leave. Floating back up to the roof, it was all he could do not to..... not to what? He couldn't do anything now. What was the point of all that time he'd spent acquiring all that strength if it was to be wrenched away from him in an instant?!]

You knew that would be the outcome?! [.. and said nothing]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Yell at him all you like, nothing was wiping this smile from his face! ]

Yeaaa.

[ He shrugged like it should have been obvious from the start. ]

If my demonic powers have been taken there is no way your ghostly ones would have worked. But, it's not a total loss. I hear there is a Mansion around somewhere that is looking for another one of your kind. You can take up haunting! Howl at some guests.

[purityisforlosers]

[A fact that number 96 found infinitely irritating. He didn't enjoy being the brunt of someone else's joke and took it more personally than was reasonable. When revenge was possible it would be dealt]

[Hearing that question affirmed, he lashed out his left arm to the side.... and again nothing. No duel disk. No manner in which to summon the avatar of... well.. himself. The other version of himself that could have wiped the smile off that smug visage]

Taken, but how?! What could possibly have absorbed our powers? [Well... Astral could have absorbed his powers had the lighter version of himself only embraced the dark energy but he was weak and hadn't been able to control the number] I'm sure you find yourself very amusing, but I don't. Every word you utter will lead to your undoing.

[serpentinthegarden]

My undoing!?

[ He barked a laugh. ]

How are you going to see to my undoing? You couldn't even possess a fat man with a camera... and it was an old polaroid!

[ The camera brand was mentioned as if it were important the device had been an outdated model. It wasn't. ]

Something about this world's magic conflicts with ours. I didn't really pay attention to the lecture. Ask the old wizard if you are curious.

[purityisforlosers]

[Unsurprisingly, since the threat bore no real teeth it was quickly dismissed.]

I may not be in a position to inflict suffering on you now, but that will not remain the case. Of that, I can assure you. You do not know who you are dealing with.

[No, and the brand meant little to the little angry ghost number]

What utter nonsense... [Being one of the most powerful forces in his dimension, the downgrade is still unfathomable] I will not ask, I will demand answers.

[serpentinthegarden]

You don't know who I used to work for... I assure you your threats are nothing when compared to theirs.

[ So he wasn't worried. What could ghost-boy do that would be worse than Hell? ]

Good luck with that demanding, I imagine Merlin will just laugh too.

!.

[bless_me_bagpipes]

"They'll need you for an accountant, like I need a hole in the head." A familiar, if albeit prickly voice chimed into the middle of Fenton's pep talk. Clutching his cane in both feathered hands he leaned forward on it, narrowing his eyes. Going from the richest duck in the world, straight to a penniless nobody wasn't doing much for his ego, so he would take it out on whomever happened to be closest. Unfortunately for Fenton, it happened to be him.

[purityisforlosers]

Work for...? [He repeated coolly] Well I don't work for anybody. [As if that should tell this guy that they operated on entirely different levels]

[Dark Mist attempted to quell his seething rage, as it was only being thrown back in his face but it was oh so difficult. A strategic retreat would soon be in order..]

If he knows what's best for himself he will refrain.

[serpentinthegarden]

If you were brought here then you work for the Kingdom just like everyone else who was kidnapped.

[ Just pointing out that little tidbit, but if ghost-boy hadn't known about their powers being nerfed it was unlikely he knew about that. ]

[purityisforlosers]

[Once again his lips curled into a sneer]

That may have been the purpose for my having been summoned here, but they will soon find that I won't be manipulated beyond that.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley finished his dry and uninspired bagel. ]

That may be the only thing we've agreed on.

[purityisforlosers]

[Later that dry and uninspired bagel would look pretty good to Dark Mist in hindsight. Hunger was a foreign concept to him and he likely wouldn't properly identify it when he felt it.]

Indeed

[He thought about leaving but this encounter had already taught him 3 things. One, his powers were gone. Two, everyone here could see him, and three, the people of this kingdom were delusional if that thought for a moment that he would aide them]

What is it that you intend to do?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley made a face and bobbed his head, a signal to anyone who knew him that he really hadn't a plan... per say. ]

Probably cause some trouble. It's what I'm good at and really, when you think about, maybe it will encourage them to send us back. We could be more trouble than we're worth.

[serpentinthegarden]

Angels didn't taste of fire and sin. Their light burned but in a much more holy way. The light of the sun so intense it seared away all the darkness around it. Crowley found himself momentarily lost in that light. Not caring that a sad child wailed as his promised ice cream landed on the ground instead of making it's way to his mouth or that an ice cream vendor fanned herself as she watched... but really as a demon he wouldn't have been bothered by that to begin with.

He snarled low and approvingly as Azriaphale moved against him, favoring the angel's lip with an impassioned nip of his own. His free hand searched down the angel's back to his hip, clawing at it in an effort to draw him closer. Dark wings began to tuck and fold, enveloping both of them in a cozy veil, selfishly trying to capture all of that light for himself. He wouldn't share, wouldn't regret, he reveled in this sin taking delight from every little noise, every little touch Azriaphale blessed him with.

And then suddenly there was glass, as demon pressed angel back against the large picture window of the weapon's shop. He hadn't realized they had still been so close to it, but even that didn't matter. On full display he spoke the name that was to become his new prayer between greedy kisses.

"Azriaphale."

[purityisforlosers]

[The visual cues were lost on Dark Mist but the "probably" indicated uncertainty. Maybe he was looking at this all the wrong way.... sure he held no liking for this demon, but at least they were of a similar opinion about this world and it's occupants.]

That's the only option available for two beings like us. It's possible that by combining our efforts it will force their hand that much quicker....

[Not that Dark Mist was in the habit of team work mind you]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

The nip did things to him. Things he would rather ignore. Moreso the snarl. But ignoring too much was altogether impossible, and he couldn't stop. He lightly scratched the back of Crowley's neck in reply, sighing softly as darkness surrounded them, tasting his lip, ever so delicately his tongue. He made the most indecent noise as his name was whispered in that darkness and it was oh, all to easy to fall--

As soon as he thought it, the word shook him.

He lightly pushed at Crowley's chest, trying to get him to back up a little, trying to breathe.

"Yes, well, quite enough inspiration for one day, don't you think?" he said with a smile, feeling frazzled. He was not falling, he told himself, they were inspiring. In the middle of a street. With a child around who was being herded off. He would just have to remember to inspire less intensely in the future that was all.

"What were we doing? Oh! The book." He went to fetch it, making a great show of brushing it off as he tried to pretend he couldn't still taste Crowley on his tongue or feel the heat of him and that delicious darkness and promises. Dark wonderful promises that he could never let himself explore or it would be too far. Too far and he wouldn't be able to come back.

[serpentinthegarden]

The only option... yeap.

[ He sounded a touch doubtful. Granted that was what he had always done and it was by far the more comfortable option open to him, but was it really the only one? ]

There is that haunted mansion. We might be able to stir those spooks up.

[purityisforlosers]

I freely admit that it isn't much...

[Catching a note of dissatisfaction in that ambivalent response]

................. Playing a ghost at an amusement park- [At least it looked like an amusement park to him.] My life's ambition, to be realized so soon in my existence... [Practically dripping with sarcasm]

What do we have to lose.... [When we have literally nothing left]

[serpentinthegarden]

The light torment from the scratch excited as much as the indecent noises from an angel had and in the process of looking for firmer purchase Crowley's hand landed against the pane of glass pressing his advantage with his partner further. So it was a rude shock when that staying hand landed on his chest and gently pushed him back right in the middle of a very unflattering duck-faced kiss. Quite enough inspiration? Maybe Azriaphale could turn passion off so easily but he had to stand there a moment to allow his emotions to settle. Something he did reluctantly and with a firmly disappointed frown.

Course he hadn't known a kid was there, so when Azriaphale hurried off to recollect his book and Crowley caught sight of the boy being led away he began to feel the angel might... possibly... have been right.

"What do you plan to do with that?"

The question was asked to give him time to still his breathing but from the corner of his eye he glanced the horrified expression of the temp weapon smith clerk. A deeper look into the shop revealed the reason. It wasn't due to the scene outside it was the chaos inside that had inspired the fear. Every lantern, torch, and candle burned with an intense flame far bigger and hotter than they ever would have been able to reach under normal circumstances. Staring into the bonfire that was the crystal lamp hanging in the window he noticed something else. The glass under his hand was soft and malleable, melted by the furnace on the other side of the pane. Quickly he drew it away and inspected the amazingly burn free nature of his palm. As he did so the fires inside the store shrank, finally going out entirely to leave only a demon's hand print forever trapped in a pane of cooling glass.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Hey! That was funny! If ghost-boy was going to develop a sense of humor maybe this could work out after all. ]

I admit it's not the most inspired plan, but apparently there are 999 of them. That should inspire enough fear and discord to make some one take notice.

[strangeandunusual]

"Distractions. Those, I can do." She looks up and notices a row of potted plants near the cobra, perched outside a balcony. "But I don't think whoever owns those would be very happy with my idea. Do you think Merlin covers collateral damage?"

[strangeandunusual]

"Sort of? I mean - it's smaller. Winter River, anyway. I lived in a city, before that, where the buildings are a lot bigger than here. So this place is kind of in the middle."

She returns the smile - maybe not quite as warmly, a little guarded, but still genuine. "I'm Lydia. ... So ... if the Merlin I met really does know King Arthur ..." She considers the possibilities of telling someone they're from a myth. It implies they aren't real, and that would be pretty insulting, from a certain angle. But Hercules being here, being real, means that the myths are true.

"Do you know Hades? The guy he's working with?"

[strangeandunusual]

"Yeah. He told me that people are being brought here to help fight some sort of corruption that's ruining the world. That we can all do magic, here, and we need to learn how to use it. It's supposed to run off our imaginations, or something." She reached out and gave Percy a lazy scritch behind one ear to keep him from getting impertinent. "I haven't tried it yet."

[strangeandunusual]

"No... I mean ... if you don't have a nose, how are you able to know what things smell like?" She squinted at him, confused... and also still wondering what a spot check was.

aaaaah yessss <3

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia considers the blonde thoughtfully, glad to have someone around who looks to be about her own age.

"You know, that's kind of a good point. If we're supposed to be using our imaginations for this magic, it isn't much of a stretch that we should be considering ... uh, what we're using it on. I just kind of acted on instinct. Where I'm from, magic likes to work in threes, and even then, it's specific about who can do it. Usually just ghosts."