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lordofthegoldenflower

“Mmm? You can’t prove that,” Glorfindel said through a yawn. He settled back a little farther to lean his head back against the tree. “Sorry, I just…Those runes really got me. I think I just need a little bit of a nap, then I’ll be good to go again. I promise.”

Istariel  sighed, leaning back as  well. “Yeah, well, I can use a bit of a breather too, honestly,” she murmured. “So let’s...relax a  bit, I suppose?”

“You were kidding about the runes on the floor killing me, right?”(Istariel)

“Would you believe me if I said no? You are standing on those runes right now,” Glorfindel teased.

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lordofthegoldenflower

“I have never been fond of ships, this is just another reason to keep my feet on dry land,” Glorfindel grumbled as he set the now empty flask on the ground. He took a deep breath as he gripped the offered arm as firmly as he could manage. It took nearly all the strength he had to make his way to his feet, even with Lomear’s assistance. When he was fully upright, he couldn’t help but sway into his friend’s side. “Please tell me you know where that camp is. I don’t know how long I can do this.”

Lomear nodded, somewhat  tersely, as he took note of his  companion’s  current condition. “It’s a bit inland, and not too close, I strayed  further than I was  supposed to.Just as  well, since I wouldn’t have found you otherwise,” he said  calmly. “We can get you on my horse and make our way back.”

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Glorfindel woke slowly, feeling as though someone had tried to bash his body to pieces using brute force. He peeled his eyes open, breaking the salty crust that had formed over his eyelashes so he could see he was laying in sand. Moving carefully, he rolled to his back, groaning with the effort before he closed his eyes again. The sun was so bright he slung an arm across his face.

He was so tired. He needed more rest before trying to get to his feet. Then he could figure out where he was and try to make it home.

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The elf tensed in earnest now, every sense on alert and just as  well. Yes, this was not like Vazra, not even in the slightest; something was  not right here. 

“I’m thinking you ahould get some sleep, in fact, not stay awake,” he  said smoothly. “You’ve never bothered with my desires or fears before,” he  gave her an affable smirk, deflecting the question. 

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Lomear all but stared at her. She should’ve been…unconscious for a good long while, he was fairly sure of that much. But she was awake, clearly shaky-someone else might’ve missed the subtle shaking of her hands, but he was not someone else-and there was definitely something he was missing here.

“I will tell you,” he said coolly, deciding to play it off as if nothing seemed amiss at all, “that I think you might’ve hit your head a bit too hard back there. My desires and fears are my own, Vazra and of no concern to you at all. You haven’t asked before. Why do you now?”

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“There’s a first time for everything,” she sighed, “Why couldn’t it be right now?” The usual Vazra would’ve snarled or gave a snappy retort, or both, and not done the thing that she did next. 

“Please, come closer,” she pleaded. “I need your help.” There was the same glassy look in her eyes, half lidded as she looked at Lomear from where she lay down. “Keep me awake, tell me.. what would be your dearest desire and most terrible fear?”

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thesundowncrew​:

“Hmm I don’t wanna make a mountain outta molehill but there’s somethin’ about that smell..” Nightshade looked rightfully perplexed, eyes furrowed and stroking her non-existent beard.

“What kind o’smell was it?” Samhain asked, hopeful this could be a potential lead.

“It was sweet. A little flowery, but also not. Sugary more like. I know I’ve smelled it before..” Nightshade’s senses were keener than most so seeing her hesitation proved the lead was going to be challenging.

Istariel  was still watching  the space around them carefully, magic pulsing at the ends of her  fingers, ready to be  called upon at a moment’s  notice. “We could, presumably, take a  closer look at some of the stalls  dealing in herbs, potions and the like?” She suggested. “See if anything triggers  the same smell?”

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“--An’ I’m tellin’ you, it’s pink! Not purple! I would know purple! I know both these colors! You could say I know both colors really well even! So don’t go tellin’ me this looks purple when it’s obviously baby pink under a moonlit, blue light!”

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lordofthegoldenflower

“This whole situation is alarming,” Glorfindel pointed out before falling silent. He took a moment to evaluate himself and how his body was feeling, covering the silence by struggling to take another drink from the flask. Then he sighed. “I can try to stand, but I can make no guarantees. Just lifting this nearly empty flask is making my arms shake with effort. It has been a very long time since I felt this weak.”

Lomear scoffed at that remark. “Yes, I can imagine. Especially if you’ve been out into the sea for the past few days,” he said with a shake of his head. He watched the other elf through sharp eyes, not missing the way his normally steady hands shook with the mere effort of holding the flask of water to his lips. “I’ll help you, I can support you easily enough,” he said.”There’s a sort of base camp not too far from here. We can warm you up there and I’m fairly sure one of the Rangers is a healer,” he said, getting to his feet andoffering Glorfindel an arm up. 

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Glorfindel woke slowly, feeling as though someone had tried to bash his body to pieces using brute force. He peeled his eyes open, breaking the salty crust that had formed over his eyelashes so he could see he was laying in sand. Moving carefully, he rolled to his back, groaning with the effort before he closed his eyes again. The sun was so bright he slung an arm across his face.

He was so tired. He needed more rest before trying to get to his feet. Then he could figure out where he was and try to make it home.

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lordofthegoldenflower

“Well now, you aren’t supposed to use that knowledge for nefarious purposes, which includes saving me from myself,” Glorfindel returned as he closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to be able to stay awake much longer no matter how much he wanted to stay awake. They still didn’t know who had set those runes, or what their true purpose was and that made him uncomfortable. “I do better staying still when I have company, but if we are both together we may still may attract trouble. At least we would be able to work together to get back out of it again.”

Istariel settled herself next to him, back against the tree, with a relieved little sigh. “It’s settled then, I am sitting right here with you and if there’s trouble, both of us together will be able to best it. We make a pretty good team,” the redhead grinned to him amusedly.”You’re falling asleep, aren’t you?” she nudged him gently with her shoulder. 

“You were kidding about the runes on the floor killing me, right?”(Istariel)

“Would you believe me if I said no? You are standing on those runes right now,” Glorfindel teased.

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thesundowncrew

“Then you came at the best time, wouldn’t ye say?” said Samhain, a chuckle dancing on his lips. He turned back to face the warden, “We’ll have to consider the possibility that this might not’ve been the result o’magick.”

With a newfound confidence, the warden commanded security to round up all the ‘enchanted’ mythos and to bring them to the Council building, where the warden settled all official matters and disputes. The trio were being accompanied to the building when Samhain noticed Nightshade looking distracted. “Something wrong, Nightie?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m not so sure.. Didja guys smell somethin’ ..funny?” the petite girl asked.

“I’ll say,” the redhead snorted. “Though not exactly what I expected, not by a longshot,” she hummed, watching the proceedings through careful eyes. Everything seemed to have settled as quickly as the chaos had started, she noted. 

Istariel glanced to Nightshade at the girl’s question. “I can’t smell anything off, no. And I didn\t sense any magic either, and I probably would’ve,” she added thoughtfully. 

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“--An’ I’m tellin’ you, it’s pink! Not purple! I would know purple! I know both these colors! You could say I know both colors really well even! So don’t go tellin’ me this looks purple when it’s obviously baby pink under a moonlit, blue light!”

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torchwoodreadyforanything

“No, but I  have something better. I can’t die, “ he tells her.  Nobody ever believes him when he says that, but there is always the off chance she might.

The redhead merely shrugged at those words. “Right. That’s pretty handy, yes and, given the threat, I daresay you’ll need it,” she hummed smoothly. 

Jack and Istariel Terendil

“Don’t worry I’ve got you.” Jack  grins. “Captain Jack Harkness.”

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imxthexhandler

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Mia grinned brightly at his response, her blush fading. She was surprised by his offer but happily so. “I knew there was still goodness in you, Lomear,” she declared confidently, but there was still a playful tint to her tone.

“I accept your pledge, good sir. Let us go and stop this darkness once and for all.”

He didn’t smile when she did, he didn’t really remember how to-not that he was going to say so. Lomear regarded her gravely, shaking his head at her words. “There is nothing in me, girl. All that was, died a long time ago and I would know. I killed it,” he said coolly, but there wasa tinge of regret in the words despite himself. 

He nodded a moment later. “There is no stopping it now. All you can hope to do is make sure no one is caught in its path.”

“I pledge my loyalty to you” (Lomear)

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Amelia looked over at the Elf, startled by his confession, her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. “Wh… What?” she whispered softly.

“To me?” she questioned him, stepping closer to look deeply into his dark eyes.

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It turned out Lomear did not need to wonder for too long, as the next moment, Vazra’s eyes flew open. There was something quite easily noticed was different about her, however. The duonalura turned her head slightly, quietly finding him, and there was no trace of her usual sharp gaze upon him. Instead, her eyes were glassy, losing focus as a slow smile stretched her lips. The sweet, close-lipped smile looked eerie replacing her usual wicked grin. Vazra reached out her hand slowly, the motion jerking a bit midway, as though she was not completely in control of her own body.

“Won’t you tell me, Lomear,” she whispered softly, in Vazra’s voice but not her tone, “What would be your dearest desire and most terrible fear?” Her fingers touched his skin lightly, trembling upon his cheek.

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Lomear all but stared at her. She should’ve been...unconscious for a good long while, he was fairly sure of that much. But she was awake, clearly shaky-someone else might’ve missed the subtle shaking of her hands, but he was not someone else-and there was definitely something he was missing here.

“I will tell you,” he said coolly, deciding to play it off as if nothing seemed amiss at all, “that I think you might’ve hit your head a bit too hard back there. My desires and fears are my own, Vazra and of no concern to you at all. You haven’t asked before. Why do you now?”

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The elf rolled his eyes amusedly at her tone. “I’m guessing…you’ve killed one, tops,” he smirked. There weren’t all that many wizards that he knew of, after all and most were accounted for. “Maybe two, since that’s how many have gone missing over the years,” he teased her lightly. “Hardly many,” he needled her.

He hadn’t really expected compassion or words of concern-if he had, he wouldn’t have mentioned his parents at all, but he knew Vazra, her kind, weren’t exactly given to these sorts of feelings. And still, mentioning  the parents he’d never known sent a pang through his heart; he couldn’t miss what he didn’t even remember, but he still wondered, sometimes, if vaguely. And right now, he had no one but himself to blame for the topic coming up.

Bless Vazra and her sharp tongue, he thought a moment later at her words, clearly chosen with intent to hurt. They didn’t. “A horrible person would perhaps put you out of your misery with that grievous injury of yours rather than try to help, you know,” he pointed out smugly, a smirk on his lips.

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     She hissed her reply, "Enough experience to kill another. And keep this in your vacant mind, you can't keep track of every fuckin' wizard there is."

     Her words did not quite affect him in the way she had hoped, he wasn't the slightest bit riled unfortunately, but the elf was quiet for a moment, lost in thought, and that was enough satisfaction to Vazra. At the very least what she had said got to him somewhat.

     "Hmph. The worst kind of all are those who do something good to feel better about themselves and then brag about it," she retorted, turning her head sideways just a tad so Lomear could see her wicked smirk. "Now shut up, would you?" Whatever she had sensed lurking had gone quiet, too. And that was more unsettling, for uncaring bystanders would go about their business as per usual. Only scared prey or its waiting predator would keep being so still. Vazra wondered which role they occupied then.

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thesundowncrew

“EEEP!!” a familiar voice squeaked not too far away. Samhain turned to see Nightshade leaping over debris and doing her best not to step on any little mythos running underfoot. “What?? Happened?? Here?? I go to get your snapdragon juice an’ come back to.. this??!”

“We’re jus’ as perplexed as you are, Nightie.” The Goblin Market warden and several of their guards arrived on the scene. Seeing as Samhain and company were in the middle of it all, they were naturally questioned. But the ghoul stood firm, giving clear instructions. “Warden, these mythos seem t’be stuck in some trance. We need your help to round up anyone acting unnaturally so we can properly investigate the matter.”

“But I don’t sense any magic afoot!” the warden remarked. Had a spell been cast or something powerful enough to possess multiple users at once was about, they would have sensed it. It was highly unlikely, considering the level of the Goblin Market’s security.

“Indeed. But the only way to make sure is to round up those affected before anything else happens.” And as they went around herding the rest of the victims, time passed and the effects were starting to wear off.

“When I heard this place was exciting, I did not expect this,” Istariel murmured, so only her current company could hear, recalling her imps with a gesture. “I didn’t sense any energy either and one would expect that, well, magic users would sense anytthing strong enough to cause this, indeed,” she shook her head as creatures started blinking in puzzlement, no doubt coming back from whatever had happened to them to begin with. 

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“--An’ I’m tellin’ you, it’s pink! Not purple! I would know purple! I know both these colors! You could say I know both colors really well even! So don’t go tellin’ me this looks purple when it’s obviously baby pink under a moonlit, blue light!”

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lordofthegoldenflower

Glorfindel’s laughter was interrupted by another yawn. “I would stay there long enough to sleep off whatever it was that just happened,” he said reasonably enough. Then he offered her a wicked grin. “After that I might stay inside for a while, but I should warn you that I do know how to pick locks.”

Istariel chuckled. “And I know how to cast locking runes and we just saw you’re not exceptionally good with runes as a whole,” she teased back with a wicked grin of her own. “But perhaps I can sit with you and keep you company. That might dissuade you going after trouble again for a little bit.”

“You were kidding about the runes on the floor killing me, right?”(Istariel)

“Would you believe me if I said no? You are standing on those runes right now,” Glorfindel teased.

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lordofthegoldenflower

Glorfindel lowered the flask of water to his lap at the news of how far they were from home. He must have drifted quite a ways after the boat had gone down while it was still storming. The pounding of the waves must be what had left him feeling as though he had been beaten. He didn’t pull away from his friend’s hands, truly appreciating the support. “I hurt everywhere,” he admitted, starting to drink again.

Lomear snorted. “Yes, that much I gather, but I meant if you hurt anywhere that might feel...alarming,” he said with a faint smile that was more relief,really, than anything else. “In other words, do you think you can stand if I help you?”

"Stormy Seas"

Send me “Stormy Seas” for your muse to find mine washed up on the shore. @earelloxtiruvai

Glorfindel woke slowly, feeling as though someone had tried to bash his body to pieces using brute force. He peeled his eyes open, breaking the salty crust that had formed over his eyelashes so he could see he was laying in sand. Moving carefully, he rolled to his back, groaning with the effort before he closed his eyes again. The sun was so bright he slung an arm across his face.

He was so tired. He needed more rest before trying to get to his feet. Then he could figure out where he was and try to make it home.

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Lomear only pretended to be drinking, a drink largely untouched in front of him. “The trainers would need to set an example,” he hummed to Glorfindel’s words, pointendly looking at the twins. “Even more so if they’re Elrond’s own sons. I think you two should lead the recruits out there,” he advosed, sounding  perfectly sensible and serious.

“You really know how to ruin a pep talk, don’t you?”(Lomear)

“I happen to give good pep talks, thank you very much,” Glorfindel said defensively, crossing his arms across his chest. After a moment he let out a breath. “Out of curiosity, what could I have done better?”

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arawynngoldwing

“I’m rather safe than sorry.”, Arawynn replied calmly. There had been a couple instances where people had claimed that their animal companion was different and wouldn’t be scared of her, only to end up with said companion panicking.

A lopsided grin appeared on the redhead’s face when the other woman commented on her walking speed. “I’ve been doing this for quite a while already.”, she explained. For the moment, following the Orc-traces was all too easy.

The warlock nodded with a hum at those words. “Clearly quite a trekker, yes,” she replied smoothly, though she did wonder how someone on foot would be able to outpace her-basically- demon horse so easily. She did not voice her concerns though; perhaps later, they had work to do  right now did they not?

“They’re bold, not even trying to conceal their trail.They’re either drunk on their own victories and not expecting trouble or they’ve significant numbers,” she remarked as they went on, finding more and more signs of  careless destruction asthey travelled. 

@earelloxtiruvai asked:  “ don’t lie to me. was it you? did you do this? “(Istariel)

Arawynn had found the destroyed camp by accident. Simple travelers had set it up and at some point, they had been attacked. According to the traces, the attackers had been Orcs. The people camping here hadn’t stood a chance, none of them seemed like a fighter.

The redhead had just about finished her investigation when the voice of a stranger addressed her. For a split second - just before turning around the woman - an amused smile appeared on her face. Was this woman naive or dumb? Because announcing that she was there and had seen the potential killer was a pretty certain way to get herself killed. If Arawynn was responsible for this.

“You’re lucky that it wasn’t me who did this. It’s the work of Orcs. From at least two nights ago.”, she explained calmly.

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@lordofthegoldenflower I couldn't resist! :D

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imxthexhandler

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Amelia was obviously a fed. She had the body language, the posture, the clothes of a federal agent. However, the panicked, cautious look in her eye, the clutching of a worn rosary in her hand… Whomever this person was, it was clear this was not a mark. This was not for the job. She was genuinely worried for him. She lets out a silent sigh, opening her mouth to speak but shuts it, then nodded yes to the doctor’s request.

“Yes, we will. Could– Will you keep us posted, please?” she made her own request.

The medic stopped in her tracks, watching the other female closely for a few long moments. Her eyes were wide, her posture...tense, she noted, and she was almost sure the item she was clutching was some sort of...prayer beads, she’d seen humans use those before around here. 

“Friend of yours?” she asked, nodding  to the closed door at the brunette’s back.

Unintended-Elliane/Amelia [closed rp]

It was never a good day when there were federal agents in  the clinic.

Even more so when Elliane suspected they weren’t average federal agents; they were asking far too many questions and were quite...reluctant to leave, for people who had supposedly merely escorted a suspect in for some medical aid.

The doctor had her suspicions, but she kept them to herself, opting to stay unnoticed instead. The last  thing she needed were the men and women in suits to focus their attention on her, she frowned at a pair of them loitering in a corridor.

Another stood just outside their suspect’s room, a brunette female. The doctor made sure, for the multiple time, the glamour she used to conceal her pointed ears and fangs held, making her appearance more...human-looking. “He’s not waking up any time soon...How about you get your colleagues to move to the waiting area and let us do out job?” she asked calmly.