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Indie OC multimuse Rp blog

Ingredients:

One angel, gifted diplomat

One angel, misplaced empath

One angel, ruthless soldier

One goddess of vengeance, angry

One angel, fallen

Preparation instructions and safety guidelines

Caution may contain: angst, death, gore, swords, inhuman abominations, horrible coping mechanisms, lethal amounts of radiation, and random acts of gayness.

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Friendly reminder that this is an archive. Reboot has been done, same URL just new blog.

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Mun posts

Okay, other blog set up with theme and url and all that. Everything else is getting moved now. I think this will be the last post over on this one, there aren’t many of you over here for me to warn after all.

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Mun posts

Okay, so I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to be moving this blog to a side-blog off of my main Rp blog so that way things can be ran a little more smoothly.

This blog will be archived, and I will be moving things over there soon enough.

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hands-cf-fate :

This certainly was more potent than alcohol, especially with the suspicious drugs mixed so oddly. Still, neither element on its own brought someone into the euphoria or calm stupor of a recreational stimulant or depressant. Maybe this was a different method of poisoning. “Well, there would certainly be some hallucinations associated with these chemicals.” She recognized one of them as an active ingredient in her anti-psychotics. “But not really in a fun way,” she insisted.

Ella looked back over the police interviews with the girl’s roommate to see if anything stood out. “This girl doesn’t seem like much of a mastermind. Unless the businessman had access,” she suggested. Maybe he was a vengeful ex trying to clean up his tracks. “Any record of a B&E or anything reported missing?” She asked.

The name of the active ingredient played over and over in her head. She became stuck on it; olanzapine. She had to look up more about the other chemical. She pulled out a reference on her tablet. “Were you first on the scene?” she asked casually.

“So a little like nutmeg then?” That had certainly been an interesting time, humans discovering that one of the contents of their spice cupboard could bring about some rather vivid hallucinations… before the rather unpleasant experience that would come after. “Saw a kid who’d done that once, didn’t seem like a good time at all.”

Ana had known many a mastermind who had met their timely end thanks to their own work, but the victim in this case had not one of them, that much she knew for certain. “Nothing reported, but you never know in that part of town. The businessman hasn’t been seen since either, there’s a pool going on whether or not he’s dead too..some of my coworkers don’t act the most professional on these things.”

The angel was quite glad that she had decided to create a story before she came, one that would be supported by the paperwork without any need for altering. “Yes, Anna Daniels. Got a call from one of my CIs from back when I worked vice, he’s the one who found the body.”

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moravdyr :

“I continue to question if I led him down that path,” her response to her mother’s words were quick, as if ready on her tongue the moment her mother had began.

Blood magic, dark and powerful, indeed made monsters of men, but it also healed the weak and broken souls. There was a side that few knew of that held light’s potential, yet he delved wrongly and she paid for it.

“Mother,” thought she meant to bicker and to make her point about the potential of men and the goodness that could flourish from her teaching such creatures, she stopped and her mind filled with doubt. A long pause hung in the air until she could allow herself to speak again. “I do not belong with the humans. I cannot help them if they will not trust me.”

She looked up to her mother and took her mother’s elbow to raise herself up, her mud-coated legs hardly covered by her torn skirts.

“Did I do this, Mother? Did I allow this to happen?” She asked. “Was my meddling what caused this? Have I done this?”

Her chest rose and fell quickly before her years started anew and she draped herself over her mother’s shoulder, seeking comfort from someone so lost in the hell-fire. The irony was lost on her in that moment, comfort and verification and self-pity clouding her mind.

"Allegra, you are the last little bit of my light. You do not drive people into darkness, and you did not do wrong by that boy in any way. It was not your fault." Xander would never be forgiven for what he had done, that much was certain. The anger ate away at her, the rage far more consuming than anything she had felt before Hell.

That word, 'mother' brought with it another wave of emotion. Xander had dared harm her child, the girl formed from the last bit of good left in her, and she had failed to protect Allegra from that. "You seek to save them, yet when someone pushes them to act against whatever they feel does not belong they are beyond such salvation. A human can be reasoned with, humanity is a frightened animal that lashes out."

When her daughter's tears returned Phel pulled Allegra close, wishing nothing more than to be able to heal it all, to do something other than destroy and avenge. "You saved him from so many things, and it is quite obvious that your work did not cause this. He knew you were no threat, there was nothing to fear, and yet he still betrayed you. There are humans like that, and it does not matter how much care and parenting they are given."

Phel shifted slightly, moving to look her child in the eyes. “Allegra, you did nothing wrong, you never have. It is simply that some things are beyond our control, and no matter how much you try you can not change that.”

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moravdyr:

Her mother’s touch was something she had once shied away from, juvenile desire for independence, but she moved into then, her eyes closing as Phel smoothed her hair. She had been hurt so badly, physically and emotionally, but it was the emotional torture that really cut into her.

“I raised him,” she whispered. “I taught him all I knew and I was so proud of him.”

But that monster that tossed her to the mob and watched as she dangled was not the loving and snuggly baby boy she had plucked from death’s grasps and had saved from the scorn of the mother who bore him. That was not her Xander.

“I lost him to the blood magic. He found one of my books and I fought tooth and nail, demon and hell-spawn to cleanse him and help him, but…”

Her emotions got the best of her and she clutched at her mother, burying her face.

“Why do I feel as if this is my fault?” She shook her head against her hold on her mother. “I let this happen.”

The pain her daughter was experiencing was one she knew far too well. While Allegra may be her first true daughter there were ones before her, and Phel had experienced such losses many a time, though not in this precise way.

“Allegra...” Words failed her, the gentler emotions difficult to reach, as they had been for a while now. She could have spoken of the earlier children, the ones that had needed to be ended, but that would only have added to her little one’s pain. Allegra need not know about them, and Phel would do anything to keep her from that knowledge, even if at that moment it seemed like it may help slightly.

“It is not your fault, you are a better mother than most could ever dream of being. You did not let this happen. As you said, you fought for him, and I know how you are when you are protecting a child. There was nothing else you could have done.”

White-hot rage was pooled in her core, though Tophel did her best to ignore it lest she say something she may regret.

“He is old enough to know the consequences, and yet he delved into blood magic. To have gone dark so quickly he must have sought power, the sort that makes monsters of men. That is not your fault, no matter the parent some children will always join the darkness, it is inevitable.”

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saligiare :

“So what if they do not learn? That should hardly be your problem. If the lesson is not remembered then perhaps it did not hurt enough. If they are fine to keep going as they do, they should be fine enough without you.”

“See that is where duty comes in. Also there are a few of them that are not horrible, and I would prefer those ones not get hurt because the stupid ones brought down a building or something. Word to the wise, never get involved in politics, it is never fun.”

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Zoobreak

It didn’t take much energy to break into this place, not that Faith was breaking in. She had asked the occupants for permission to be visiting them at night, and it did not really matter what the non-occupants of this place may say.

Currently she was sitting in of one of the larger enclosures, having appeared out of thin air like some sort of ghost.

Without any humans around to see and with the security cameras for this section mysteriously broken Faith felt no need to conceal her wings, the foot-long appendages merely folded against her back as she runs her hand across the stomach of the lion that was lying before her.

“You look much better today, have you been doing the stretches I told you about?”

The light from her palms sank into the large feline’s belly, caressing each of the little ones nestled within. A little bit of strength to the weakest, healing of a developing heart murmur, and that was her work for the night.

“Good, you’re doing wonderfully. They’re very healthy, you just need to take care not to over-exert yourself, the boy’s going to be a big one, and you need your strength.”

That was when the angel sensed another sort of energy nearby, and although she did not want to have to leave so soon if there became a problem she would most definitely end up having to pretend to be a ghost.

As such she remained silent, wondering if they would miss seeing her despite how obvious it would be if they simply looked into the enclosure.

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saligiare :

“And what are you, their mother hen? Perhaps living out the consequences of their dumb actions for a change would teach them manners.”

“Nope. It’s been made pretty clear that I’m the babysitter, expected to make them behave while not technically having any authority. Also I tried that for a few hundred years, it does not work, not at all.”

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greatwrath :

“Sainthoods,” Azrael laughed as she continued lurching across the kitchen with her walker, arthritic hands clutching both handles like they were the only thing keeping her on two feet. 

Obviously, several decades as a lowly human had done nothing to lessen her distaste for the established church and the men who’d kept her name a secret, out of fear that it would frighten the believers away. Part of Azrael wanted her light back so she could burn their temples down and scatter their riches to the wind in a great hurricane. One last time, one last moment of divine rage.

The former Archangel then turned around to face Anabiel with a smirk that would’ve put the Grinch to shame. 

“Anabiel, would you like to help me with something?” Azrael asked.

“Ridiculous notion, but I am sure there is an opening for Saint of dealing with religious corruption or something like that. I mean lots of Dad’s supposed miracles were pretty murdery, so it would definitely fit. Besides it would remind them not to be complacent, which is always fun.”

While Anabiel did not share all of her sister’s disdain for the church as a whole, she had spent enough time meddling with it to know it would be better off destroyed and rebuilt. It would be easier than seeking out and excising the corruption piece by piece. A handful of fires, an earthquake or two, and a few choice lightning strikes would go a long way in sorting out that mess.

Her sister’s smirk was returned, Anabiel had been playing political games long enough to know to take her excitement where she could get it, and sometimes the risky plays were the more rewarding.

“Of course, that’s why I’m here. To help with whatever perfectly reasonable schemes you might come up with.”

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Someone in the area was injured, that much was obvious. The scent of blood was strong enough she was sure that even a human could sense it, and the feeling of someone’s pain was thick in the air.

Taking to the skies was not an option, not in somewhere like this, but it did not take her long to find the source on foot.

Best to act natural, act human, though she was anything but. Calling out as if having heard something she did her best not to let on that she could tell the injured party was within earshot. Instead she merely pretended she had seen blood, that seemed like a reasonable excuse given the surroundings.

“Hello, is someone there? There’s a lot of blood, are you hurt?”

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There was no time to rest. Even as her fingers turned SCARLET,  clamped so tightly over bloodied feathers… even as her lips parted  in a choked whimper with each,  j a r r i n g  step she took, Mahia  did not DARE rest for even a moment. 

Her wings were exposed, jacket abandoned behind in the panic of  an ambush ( the same which had granted her this new wound ) and,  pressed firmly to her body though they were would, no doubt, be  a very startling surprise to any who ventured this way… She needed  to find some way to cover them, she had to find some place to hide. And, most importantly, she needed to find some way to stop the  bleeding that already soaked her feathers through.                                        “ Ancestors, help me! “

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saligiare :

“And that mess entailed what exactly?”

“Your standard Tuesday. Someone insulted someone, that person got offended, swords were drawn, small wounds were incurred. Lots of ruffled feathers that needed soothing before everyone chose sides. It is like being surrounded by children.”

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hands-cf-fate :

Ella beamed and turned her attention diligently to the case at issue. She flipped through the file, a tad surprised and disappointed by how typical it all seemed. There were multiple witnesses who all independently confirmed that the guest left with a well-known business man in town. There was a clear print that matched another unidentified assailant to the wallet. The business man had almost certainly brought her to the attacker who he likely hired for a hit. She frowned, her eyebrows folding in.

She flipped the last page and hummed. “That’s interesting,” she muttered. She seemed suddenly engrossed like she’d reached the end of some mystery novel. Those chemicals were widely known to interact poorly. “Was the deceased on any medication?” She asked. The report didn’t mention anything specific. “Did you see any bottles around her house for drugs she might not report?” It seemed unlikely these chemicals would be used to create something new–it was the equivalent of setting a bomb in someone’s stomach. 

“No medication, unless if you’re counting some multivitamins and your standard over the counter stuff. Roommate said she liked to party, but never brought anything home. Also said she stuck to alcohol, but I’m not entirely convinced.“

She had to suppress a smile when it became obvious that the human was interested, that would make her job so much easier. Even though it was going well she was sure it was best not to seem too happy about a corpse.

“There was nothing else, and no evidence of anything being destroyed or hidden before we got there though, so either the roommate is a professional at cleaning up, or there weren’t drugs in the house.”

Anabiel pulled out a small pad of paper, checking her ‘notes’ as if to see if she missed anything. “No record of any drug-related arrests either, but that could just mean she wasn’t dumb enough to make rookie mistakes.”

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magicsms :

With their pomegranate stained claws, they flexed them experimentally and tilted their head, each eye blinking wildly. Despite having no words of their own they understood Anabiel and wondered how waiting tied into things. Was it a process all angels went through or did they simply slumber. And what was being an angel all about?

Images had flooded their mind - many beasts and ineffable forms that couldn’t be explained were shown favorably worshipping and chanting their own songs over the roar of the Throne. With effort, Akriel stepped forward, straightening up and gently prodded Anabiel’s cheek with a curious glance. It felt soft. Softer than anything their newly created mind could process and warm. Yes, warm and soft were good, it decided.

Earlier the other angels had chased them to the garden, laughing as they did so. They’d nearly risked a wing being bitten off if they hadn’t escaped Akriel’s powerful jaws.

This was a moment where her skills at speech-craft would not be needed in their usual way, but they were still vital for the task at hand. All young creatures needed guidance, and given the cleverness she saw in them was quite obvious that this little one would do well with a little more than most.

She did not even flinch as the being reached out, leaving a streak of juice on her cheek from the touch. Anabiel may have left her sword at the gates, but she was far from powerless, and if need be she could always leave.

“This called is a vessel, the soft shell I wear. They are a little small, but they permit you to blend in with the creatures that we are told to watch.”

Anabiel extends her hand, offering it so that Akriel could inspect it if need be. “I myself feel that the hands are the best part, they permit the creation of items, things that can make all manner of tasks possible. I am not a crafts person myself, but some of the others can do rather wondrous things with them.”

In the beginning

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“Please tell me that you’re not here because one of my siblings did something stupid. I just finished cleaning up their last mess and was really hoping to get a little bit of a break.”