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Character Meet and Greet
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.
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Malcolm took the wolf's distraction at it roared at being cut off from it's target to bring his sword down and cleave it's head from it's body letting out a breath when it dissipates into smoke. He turns to glance over the crowd searching for anyone who might be in trouble. This would give Crowley a good look at him, a tall older man with a slightly weathered face, his blue eyes sharp with awareness and his hair carrying a streak of white down both sides. He bows to Crowley. "Thank you," he says quietly.
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One didn't really thank demons. For the most part they didn't appreciate the gratitude. It came from a sense that they really ought to always be doing the wrong thing and you really didn't want it getting around to the bigwigs down in Hell that you had done the right thing. Political suicide that.
"You are pretty good with a sword, but..." A glance at how well-dress the man was, "not a typical soldier?"
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Malcolm took the snark with grace and a slight smirk almost like he was used to such a thing. "Cheerful one aren't you," he said as he finishes his glance around pleased to see the guests settling back into having fun their minds already forgetting what they'd seen. He nods. "What I am is.....different," he said unsure how to bring up his past with a being who is very clearly not human. He gestures at his clothing. "This is how the guests see me when I'm working...it makes me look like the other cast members and I can wander a bit more easily."
He slides his sword back into his scabbard. "My name is Malcolm Meryln."
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The demon wasn't as good at hiding who he was with fancy clothing and polite manners, not at the moment, not with his wings fully visible to anyone who happened to look his way. There was something about this place that prevented hiding them.
"Anthony J. Crowley."
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Malcolm chuckled. "Angel or demon," he asks like he comes across such things every day. "I would assume demon given the snark and the wing color but given I have learned not to assume I'd rather you confirmed which."
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Which was his way of confirming he was indeed a demon and a rather grumpy one at the moment. Though... that was kind of sweet, the way that child the mother had been protecting held out his hands to the pair of his rescuers before being hurried away by his mom. Kids were too innocent for their own good, never knew when they were getting too close to danger.
"We must have been brought in by Hades, not Merlin, don't you think? Some how I don't think either one of us are really cut out to be heroes."
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Malcolm salutes the child with one of his gloved hands with a slight smile pleased with the child's delighted squeal. "A gold star would be a nice change from monster dust," he replies enjoying the snarky back and forth it's a rare treat to get to indulge his real personality around fellow Apprentices. Just because he looks like a Disney prince doesn't mean he is one. "I was dead," he said his tone blunt, "so I would assume Hades would be the one to bring me here given I was in his kingdom before my heart was beating again. Though why he chose me I have no idea."
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Crowley quirked an eyebrow.
"Didn't think they were supposed to do that. Still he is Hades, if he wants to break the rules I suppose he can. Who could stop him?"
All that Godly power and he decided to bring this guy back from the dead? That was curious.
"From the way you spoke earlier it sounds like you are going along with all this save the world, destroy the corruption, heroic nonsense?"
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Malcolm does roll his eyes at this. "I have sins I need to atone for," he replied, "over 500 of them in fact. So when the Lord of the Underworld gives you an out to wipe the slate clean you take it." Malcolm had no idea again why Hades chose him out of every dead soul he had access to unless it was Merlin who had chosen him instead. But even that didn't make much sense. Malcolm had so much blood on his hands they were dripping with it why would anyone want him?
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"Returning from the dead to atone for sins? They don't usually allow that either!"
He tried to keep some of the bitterness from his voice but really, 500 sins and this guy gets a second chance, meanwhile all he did was hang out with the wrong crowd and POOF demon for all eternity! Wasn't the least bit fair!
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"Each number is a life I took," Malcolm replied, "sins is just a easier way to explain my background. People tend to get touchy when you talk about murder." He shrugged. "the life of an assassin."
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For a moment Crowley seemed to forget he was a demon and found himself entirely shocked by that!
"Whaaat, by yourself? Why?"