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For: @morsmaledictio Where: The Conclave.

Tyche had arrived to the Conclave under the banner of the Circle of Augury, and she had no intention of bringing shame to the coven she had found shelter in. Augury however still felt like a a shirt shrunk in washing machine, ill fitting and simply the remnants  of something Tyche had once loved. At a place like the conclave, there was another coven Tyche desperately wanted the recognition and approval of.  As the concept of daylight jewelry spread  like ripples through the gathered crowds, it had witches on the lips of every supernatural creature in the building. Tyche knew an opportunity when it presented itself, and she knew how to braid the strands of fate so shed come out on top.   The conclave was a time for her to make the name Tyche known as a witch with power in her own right.  

Tyche moved through the party, clocking the familiar faces in the that moved through the room. Feeling the strands of chance and probability to assess where she might find the best luck to offering her services. Yet there was a tingle and draw towards one corner of the room. Proserphina Mors. Her mother.  She slowly flattened out her dress and titled her chin upward. Ros was never a women Tyche felt comfortable showing weakness in front of.  Snagging two wine glasses off a near by servers tray, Tyche approached Ros, smile careful trained on her face. 

"Amazing, that this year the conclave has come to a town like this over some pieces of jewelry. " Tyche offered the second wine glass to her mom. "Its kind of nice having the attention of world, knowing what we can do to change it"

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Tyche Mors Argiros -> Gala Event

Blue and Gold has never looked so good. Tyche views the conclave as an opportunity to network and establish herself as someone of note to both Port Leiry and the Ironwood Coven members in attendance. With daylight jewelry in high demand, Tyche knows that being a witch will open any door she wants tonight.

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How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Tyche tends to treat people in service jobs over all well. Her biggest sin in that regard is she tends to ignore the server unless she needs something. However she also tips 100% on the bill so she thinks it balances out.

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What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Tyche's biggest flaw in a relationship history is her inability to take accountability for her own actions. She often looks for a way out or another place to lay the blame for hurt. It has definitively destroyed relationships before, and even after Tyche has a hard time admitting that she was the reason things fell apart. She is so used to being overlooked in her family, she overlooks herself and the impact she has on others.

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Tyche was still new in town learning the flows and rhythm of the city, and apparently still learning when the coffee shop would be too busy to find a place to sit. Brown eyes sorted through the various patrons in the shop looking for a spot where things wouldn't be to terribly obnoxious. Tyche let her magic curl out from her fingers, a spider feeling the strands of the future hum and vibrate. Tyche could weave her web and unravel the strands to twist events in her favor but nothing was definite. She never knew how things would exactly play out.

One individual sat alone, staring into his coffee cup like a man lost and the liquid was the north star. The threads around him longer than they should be, twisted frayed, tinged in red and leading somewhere off beyond Tyches senses. Now that was something she hadn't seen before. The witch was pleasantly surprised when the other spoke , a way in to discover the unknown.

" Youre gorgeous darling, but you look like someone shit in your drink. It had me second guessing my order" Tyche mused, taking the open invitation to slide across the table from the other. "They say sharing your thoughts with a stranger is easier than sharing your thoughts with a friend" Tyche offered setting her own coffee down on on the table. Fingers tracing the rim of the cup as she tilted her head.

Every part of him ached, his body and soul exhausted from the lengths he went to in order to cheat death day by day with Zane. Rain splattered down, Harley gazing into it as though each droplet could hold the answers to his questions, his troubles. His guilt. Guilt gnawed at him daily about a lot of things; not being powerful enough at seventeen to prevent his moms death, the lives he had to take to ensure he could live as long as he wanted with his soulmate. It felt like death was chasing them, and he was dodging and weaving, constantly fighting to keep the reaper back, away.

You wouldn't know it by looking at them, but they were in their seventies now. Death would be around the corner for a lot of humans, and that thought had him searching harder and harder for a more permanent solution to life's greatest problem. The delicate balance the two of them kept to keep each other alive, to extend their lives beyond what should be reasonable even for a witch was tiring. It exhausted Harley to drain the life force, made him thankful that the steps of transference was more on Zane than himself. Made him thankful that they'd never found someone they both cared for so selfishly that they would introduce to their way of life. Port Leiry may be a safe haven for the two of them, somewhere they constantly returned to, but it also made the questions and ambiguous feelings bubble to the surface.

He would find something real, something permanent, he had to. Even if it took all the years he took from those he deemed undeserving. With a sigh, he shut his journal, closed the book he was reading, and took a sip of his coffee. During his contemplation about battling death, the coffee shop had gotten a lot busier; time had clearly gotten away from him. He looked up, surveying the coffee shop for a moment before catching eyes staring back at him, "I know I'm pretty, but you can just come and say 'hey' instead of staring."

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Tyche was a city girl to her core, yet as she stood nose to nose with this man the only image that sprang to mind was encountering a bear deep in the woods shrouded darkness. The Dark eyes of a predator nearly black under the dim light of No Mans Land. The witch had more tools in her arsenal to deal with a threat than rolling over and pretending to be dead however. The only that that gave her pause was this beast was clearly his home territory, but allowing herself to become a push over would end up with her dead in an alleyway before she could blink.

"Cheating? In a place like this I thought the rules would be a bit more …" Tyche paused, letting the words roll on her tongue "lets go with flexible" She said. Her smile removing any sting that might come from the insinuation. In fact Tyche preferred a place where things were flexible, it allowed her magic to go unnoticed and for her to have a little fun with it.

"Can't blame you for that one. Greed was always my deadly sin of choice as well" An easy admittance, Tyche was never one to be picky about the folks she worked with. The Ironwood blood ran in her veins, everything was justifiable in the end. "Tyche. Ms Argiros if you're nasty. " Tyche held the Mors name back, keeping that little tidbit in her back pocket. "Now Gael, how about you show me around, make sure I don't end up in any other boring places by accident. " It was a a compromise tangled in charm. Tyche knew that she would be watched the rest of the evening having tripped on a wire she didn't even know existed. This way she could watch back and maybe learn a thing or two.

For a second, maybe there’s something - a shadow or a trick of the light - but it’s replaced by an easy enough smile. She's a real charmer too. “Just our offices and some paperwork down there.” Lie. “Boring.” Lie. “The real money is up here, big spender.” Lie, lie, lie. She tugs on his grip and Gael lets go easy enough. If he’s going to keep her trapped here he won’t be that obtuse about it. He will continue to stand like a wall between them and what’s down below. “It’s a good nose. And it would be a goddamn tragedy to mess with that pretty face.” 

If she's trying to diffuse the situation, Gael can play along. The silent conversation that passes between them is loud enough: it won’t be a problem if you don’t make it a problem. I can play nice too.

“I’m almost certain me giving you any sort of inside tip is cheating. I’d say I’d do it for a cut of the winnings, but I’m really bad at sharing.” This is maybe his first truth he's said all evening - aside from the thing about the pretty face. You’d have to find a way to keep Gael in the ground permanently if you wanted to find a way to pry a single coin from his hands. Bad at sharing. He sticks out a hand then to shake. “I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m betting that's on my own bad luck. You seem like good company. What’s your name, big spender?” He wants to slip it over the bouncer, keep an eye on any repeated revisits, just in case. “Gael.” He adds by way of introduction.

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☎️- Ros?

What My Muse Has For Your Muse's Contact Info: The House

What Their Ringtone Is: Mother Knows Best by Donna Murphy from Tangled

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: "Do you have time for dinner?" Rewritten, and deleted, and then rewritten again over the course of an hour.

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone:

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🌻 : If they had any choice in it, would they change what they are/were?

It's a mixed bag for Tyche. She wouldn't change being a witch, magic runs through her veins in equal parts with her blood. Being the sixth in a prophecy of seven or even part of the Ironwood Coven. That is something that Tyche would change in a heartbeat.

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Chamomile - Soundtrack

Hurt Feelings By Halsey

'Cause blood is thick but water is forever And I'm stiffer than a board, lighter than a feather And that girl will be a problem only if you let her And I left her back home but I cannot forget her

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The air in No Man's Land was electric, filling and breathing new life into Tyche.  She wasn’t sure if it was the influence of her magic or she just knew where to look but she had a habit of being able to find the underbelly of a city without having to look that hard. When there was blood there was always money to be made, and Tyche, while she had a nice little nest egg squirreled away to get started, she would need more if she was gonna sustain her search.  Pushing through the bodies Tyche had seen the bookies on the main floor, but she knew places like this had a section reserved for the high rollers. 

A jolt shot through Tyche as the door was opened, a shiver running down the back of her spine. No Mans Land held danger, Tyche wasn’t an idiot, but something in the pit of her stomach lurched as the man appeared. Something else much darker happened behind that door. The strands of the future felt heavy, slick with oil and something else Tyche did not want to name, there was no hope past that door.   Tyche offered an easy smile, refusing to let the dread in the pit of her stomach appear on her face.  “My apologies babe, I thought it might be where the big spenders might make themselves known” Tyche offered as an explanation. 

A loud laugh left Tyche at the idea of a fight. She gave a slight tug on the grip, and then an attempt at a flex. “While I do have a very good cardio routine, I happen to like my nose and want it to stay in place. “ Tyche joked, trying to defuse the coil of danger that still hovered in the air. “I’m here to make some money. If your an employee here, maybe you have any inside tips about who to bet on?”

when: approaching midnight

where: no man's land

who: open [3/4]

Gael ascends from the depths of No Man’s Land, tucking his little black book of numbers, fresh with ink, back into the lined pocket of his coat. Inventory is all accounted for (looking livelier than ever) but the Reardon’s dealings for the evening are far from over. The moon’s just beginning to crawl into the sky; there’s fresh blood to be had both in the ring and down below. 

Gael slips through the threshold that leads back into the main arena - all low lights and cigarette smoke in here - and nearly clips a stray soul on the opening the door. His hand lashes out to catch them by the elbow. Holds them from taking a step further. “Can’t have you go through that door, sweetheart." The warm smile Gael offers belies the steel-firm grip. "Employees only.”

They don’t need to get any closer, don’t need a chance to hear what goes under the floorboards here at No Man’s Land. The ones who go down there don’t always come back up. Gael waits to hear the click! of the lock behind him. It registers - followed shortly by the certain slide of a deadbolt. “Are you here for the fight?”

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Keke Palmer in One of Them Days (2025) dir. Lawrence Lamont

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Keke Palmer as Emerald Haywood in Nope 01/??

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