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"If losing blood is the issue you can always ask for some back, it comes with some added benefits that may not help with your magic, but they are enjoyable" it was hard to keep the canary eating grin off her lips. So many of the younger vampires seemed to forget that if you are going to feed off someone, and keep them, you have an obligation to make sure they still have enough blood to not be facing negative consequences and detriments to their daily function. But being fed on, feeding, and making sacrifices of blood were a mainstay in her magical practice, and she had to remember that not all witches chose to dip into crimson lifeblood to fuel their workings.

"Regardless, I am glad you are enjoying yourself, and hope you don't limit your enjoyment just to this evening. There is plenty of enjoyment to be had, and besides we hold a unique position within the supernatural ecosystem at the moment so we can and should be leveraging that whenever possible" She wasn't sure how the rest of Garnett felt about the daylight jewelry situation, but she knew for sure she would be making at least one piece of jewelry. And Hell, a few more vampires running around in full daylight would cause just the chaos that Mara fed on. "Have you gotten a look at the ritual yet?"

“I’m having a good time here, don’t worry about me.” They said, taking one of the drinks with a smile, mimicking the cheers motion she had done before drinking. “I doubt being young and gorgeous makes my research any less brilliant, and I fear Cait might actually kill me if I slip up looking for fun and lose any more of my blood tonight. I only just got back to having my runes be as stable as they should be, it would be a shame for them to go shaky again.”

He's considered the idea of looking for someone at the gala, but ruled against it. A distraction like that wasn't worth his life, entertaining as it might be. He'd resolved to be content with the drinks and the interesting conversations the night had to offer, and little else.

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Mara had seen firsthand the enchanted items of Wyrmwood Coven and their uses, she had been lucky enough to have items in past lives but had not had the opportunity to get her hands on something yet this time around. The conclave offered her that opportunity, and she did not waste time being coy or trying to cozy up first. As soon as the dinner portion of the evening, she tracked down a coven member and set to haggling, offering not only money but bits of her own magic and knowledge as well.

There was one item they held that caught her eye and she was determined to take home, an amulet that would benefit her especially. She ended up handing over a portion of her resurrection ritual as partial payment, not the reincarnation portion but a secondary ritual she had started three generations back when she realized that it was drawing more and more magic the more often she came back. Human sacrifice was an easy way to gain life force and power, but the sacrifice of a firstborn amplified magic in a way that would normally only be achievable with a considerable body count.

After her prize was won she sauntered off to find her wife, eager to show off her new magical accessory.

"This amulet may interest you, its uniquely suited for those who enjoy the company of vampires. It does not heal you per se, but it keeps you from running out of blood or becoming anemic. Your vampire can feed on you as long as she desires, and you won't ever have to worry about her getting too greedy."

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It wasn’t Mara’s first Conclave, and she was already getting bored, so she welcomes the distraction when Caitlin ushers her and Estela outside. She was curious what their coven leader had been up to, she assumed her ritual that she had been successful, or she wouldn’t have been there, but she didn’t like to rest only on assumptions. She wanted details.

The magic Caitlin used to cut them off and offer privacy held hints and whispers of something familiar, something that nibbled at the back of her mind, a memory trying to surface not from this life. But the magic was there, cast and then gone so quick that she didn’t have time to snare some of it before the spell went off, and she let the thought fade.

“What’s a little death between friends” the older witch teases “A bodybag is plenty to work with, I can always bring you back if needed. I’ve got plenty of ways to pay the blood price banked here in Port Liery. Besides, I would hate to leave Estela with such a mess cleaning up after me and Siltshore.” She’s teasing, but watching how every word lands and how the other two react. “If you’re going to Italy you are required to give me keys to the guest Villa, Eris could use some sun”

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Garnett Gals, @necrobabexx @estelaruiz

where: The Conclave Gala, Outside Gardens

She needs them to know, even if the timing isn’t great. The three of them stand like some unholy trinity in the narrow garden just beyond the ballroom lights—Caitlin centered between Mara and Estela. Cigarette smoke wafts over from the patio, threading ghost-grey ribbons through trimmed boxwoods.

With a sharp flick of her wrist, Cait draws on the new current that runs straight from Tenebris, and a veil of violet witch-light snaps over their heads like blown glass. Sound compresses, air thickens, the ward vibrating with a deeper resonance than anything she could cast a week ago. Can they feel it? That she’s something new?

“Thank you for watching the coven while I was away,” she says, meeting their eyes one by one. A crooked half-smile tugs at her mouth—equal parts gratitude and apology. “If anything had blown up, I’d have hauled myself back in a body bag. That would’ve really killed the vibe.”

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closed starter : @princejaya location : Conclave after 9pm Mara had watched the young witch as she moved about the gala, had seen his tight conversation with their coven leader, the tension in Cait’s body as magic had simmered just under the surface. She knew Caitlin’s opinions on consorting with vampires, but it was fun, and that is what a young witch’s life should be all about. Fun and hedonism were two of Mara’s greatest motivators, and she felt it was her duty as Caitlin’s right hand to make sure she wasn’t stamping all the fun out of their newest members’ education.

She approached the young El-Amin witch as the performances began, two drinks in hand, and offered him one. “I hope you are taking this opportunity to enjoy yourself,” she offered as greeting, holding out one of the drinks. She tipped her own drink to him in cheers, before taking a long pull of the faintly reddish whiskey. “I know Caitlin has been focusing on the theory and ritual portions of being a witch, which is important. I’m not going to argue that it isn’t. But you are young, and gorgeous. You should be enjoying yourself, not just slaving away writing research papers all the time”

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Mara was enjoying the gala immensely. An opportunity to spend time with Eris, dress up and sew chaos among supernatural high society was her definition of a good time. She enjoyed being able to just step to the side and have Eris feed, no need to look over their shoulders or worry about using compulsion on anyone who happened upon her. Not that Eris would use compulsion, she would be more likely to grab the stranger and add them to the meal, but the sentiment stands. She had chosen her outfit carefully for her ease of access, wide low-cut neckline, flowing sleeves that could be tossed to the side, a slit on the skirt in case they wanted to really test the tolerance of the event. A key issue in this modern age was cameras, a constant surveillance and the chance that someone would pull out a cellphone and take a video exposing the existence of vampires to the world. The Conclave provided a unique opportunity to socialize and feed and enjoy themselves to the height of their hedonism without the risk of being exposed. 

They had barely been at the gala 15 minutes before she was dragging Eris to one of the designated feeding zones and tucking the cuff of her sleeve up into the shoulder of her dress, arm bared for the vampire who held her heart. She was gracefully slumped back against the wall, Eris feeding gleefully, when she noted one of the young members of Garnet coven lurking just at the edge of the room. She grinned, tilting her head to give Eris access to her neck, grinning lasciviously as she made eye contact with the young witchling. She let Eris feed there for a few delicious moments before tugging at her hair, holding her lover in front of her as she used her thumb to smear the droplets of blood lingering on Eris' bottom lip across her cheek. 

"Sorry love, coven duties call. It's time to teach these witches how to let loose and have a bit more fun" she murmured in Eris' ear, kissing her cheek gently as she stepped away, approaching the man. She tugged her sleeve back into place, not ashamed of the bite marks but hating to feel lopsided. "Interested in what you see? I know Caity dear likes to harp on letting a vampire feed on you 'giving away your magic' but I think all the leadership stress has gone to her head and made her a little boring and repressed." There's laughter in her voice, eyes sparkling as she teases. "Come, we can get a drink, let others enjoy the feeding zone"

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Mara's tattoo is on display, curling up from underneath her corset. Her hair pinned in place by antlers, the rib bones she had planned to use ended up being a little too long and "too hostile" for the event.

MARA MAC CNÁIMHÍN arrives on the arm of her deadly wife @erisinblood, finally reuinited after all these years. She is representing Garnet Coven, eager to hear what had drawn Caitlin away from Port Liery. She plans to enjoy herself, never one to play by the rules and be proper so if she ends up causing a little chaos well... a gala is a party is it not?

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The first few years after Mara’s memories began trickling in, she had been patient. She had finished her studies, experimented with necromancy in thin mountain air, and gathered knowledge to fill in the gaps from the end of her last life to the first breaths of this one. Five years in and she was getting impatient. Ten years and she began traveling, searching every corner of the world for the Vampire who had never failed to find her before. Fifteen years in and she was starting to get angry.

When she had failed to locate her wife, Mara set her sights on another Vampire, one who always found herself at the thrumming heart of supernatural goings-on.

Oregon was not where she expected to find Svetlana, but she had long ago stopped trying to understand all of Svetlana’s impulses. She had watched long enough to confirm that Eris was not with her friend, before circling, crossing paths with Svetlana’s life often enough to begin to weave a loose web, and lead her to a restaurant she knew they could speak freely at. It was outside the winery that Svetlana found her, and she was more than happy to be found.

“And you not a day older” she greeted, leaning in to kiss the air on either side of the vampire’s cheeks in greeting. She fought to remain at ease, to run through the pleasantries that were expected. Svetlana may be a friend, but she was a Vampire nearly older than dirt and Mara would respect that, especially with Eris nowhere to be fine. “A cream, the blood of the young, and just a bit of grave dirt does wonderful for the pores. I’ll make you some, next time I go digging.” She joked, slipping her arm through the taller woman's and steering her lightly towards the building. “Will you enjoy some wine with me, old friend, there is so much you need to catch me up on”

For: @necrobabexx When: Before Eris arrived at Port Leiry.

She's known for years, how infused with magic this city was. Overflowing with supernaturals, calling more each night like a beacon in the dark. She's lived enough lives to know it was something deep into the foils of this city that gave magic and took all at once. It shouldn't had been a surprise when she caught the familiar scent, of death and something more. Something sweet, a perfume she'd know anywhere. Clinging to them even when death did them apart. Until it didn't.

But it did, because of all the faces and people Lana's encountered in this city, Mara Mac Cnáimhín wasn't someone she expected to cross paths with. And she wondered almost amusedly, as she followed the almost eternal witch's scent, how long would it take for her darling wife to make an appearance. Eris seemed to have a sense to find the witch whenever she found her way back to the land of the living. So Lana knew the vampire would be around soon enough. A visit she looked most forward to.

"Don't you look young as always." She says conversationally, approaching the witch with hands tucked into her pockets and a knowing smile on her lips. The witch might had changed appearance, but Lana hasn't, and she knew the recognition would be soon to come. "Almost like you hadn't die at all, must be some kind of new cream, I'm sure."

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Most of the time Mara enjoyed working as a professor, it was a she got to have engaging conversations and research discussions. She had a very carefully constructed reputation, and level of expectations from her students which meant she rarely had to tolerate true idiots. She had gotten into a rhythm, work, farmers market, trips to Portland when she needed true anonymity, trips to the ocean when she just needed to scream. But always, always keeping an eye out for Eris. She spent every moment of every day searching for the vampire who held her heart, no matter the rhythm it beat. So to have her waltz in, like she wasn’t over a decade later than they usually met up, made Mara’s blood heat up. It wasn’t a question who was behind her, she always knew. Eris was her constant, her North Star, and her grounding force in every life.

She didn’t bother to turn around, to pause her lecture or wrap up early. She taught to the end of her lesson, dolling out assignments and instructing her TA with a flick of the wrist. It wasn’t until the last of her students had trickled out, the projector shut down, and her computer slipped into her bag that she turned around to face Eris. “That’s too bad, we are in the third part of a series I’ve been teaching. If you enjoyed today’s lecture you would have loved the last one in the winter quarter” she didn’t allow bitterness into her voice, but there were undertones of hurt there underneath the teasing that she couldn’t hide, not from Eris.

Even if she wasn’t showing it, every fiber of Mara’s being fine-tuned to Eris’ presence, like there was a rope tugging her back towards the vampire. Left without anything else to shut down, to busy her hands, she came around the table and set herself on its edge, letting her gaze drag up Eris’ familiar form before she met her eyes. “Every minute of every day, with every breath and every beat of this new heart” there was no hiding the sincerity of her words, the centuries of love, and agonizing decades of time spent apart.

For: @necrobabexx Where: Mara's Lecture Hall When: Just Before the Khaos Grand Opening

Port Leiry had become something of a beacon to Eris on this continent. Someplace she found herself returning to, half growing roots while she waited. Extended business had kept her away longer than she would have preferred. She was in town only a day when news reached Eris' ears about a persistent little necromancer had popped up in town. This time she was a professor, a small smile twisted at Eris' lips at the information. She was never one to do the same thing twice. Eris spent the daylight hours browsing the universities website, and websites like rate my professor. Mara Mac Cnaimhin. Eris let the name dance along her tongue, who was her heart this life? Mara, Mara, Mara. The name sang to heart. Just a few more hours of waiting, until the sun set below the horizon.

As the sun sank below the earth Eris set out for the campus. It hadn't taken much to find the class schedule online and college students were to easy to compel to ask for directions to the lecture hall she needed. Eris entered the lecture hall a silent ghost, sitting the back row and resting her feet against the chair in front of her. The vampire watched the figure move across the front of the classroom, what should be a stranger. Yet as the lecture continued familiar mannerisms rebuilt the figure into the women she had dedicated her immortal life to. The way her hand flicked at words that ended with a harsh sound, The way her eyes rolled when a man spoke louder than any of the other students. Most importantly Eris could hear her heartbeat. Steady and Familiar. Oceans of time could not keep Eris from that sound.

In a flash the lecture was winding down. Eris waited till the last of students filed out catching what she assumed was the teaching assistant by the arm before she left. "No one is to come in here until your professor leaves. Thank you darling." It was spoken low, the layer of compulsion woven into each syllable. Eris reached up and gentle patted the TA's cheek before sending her out the door.

Eris sauntered town the stairs. Taking each step to make a grand entrance. Hills clicking against the tile. Sharp blue eyes watched the necromancer, a wide smile stabled to her face. “Truly the most enlightening lecture I’ve attended” Eris commented as she sat herself down in one of the seats in the front row. Crossing her legs and Eris leaned forward, perching her elbows on her knees and then her head in her hands. "Did you miss me my little dove?" It was an invitation back into her darkness, back into to the flurry and chaos the two had made their home in for centuries.

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Mara’s most prized possession is a ring made from her own vertebra, from her first life. Eris gives it to her each time she finds her, and is a symbol of her love and devotion to Eris to coming back after each death. They have a matching set.

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How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Easily, its the meaning it that is a little more difficult. She will tell you she loves you with full sincerity, and be desperately trying to remember your name.

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⚡️What order would you kill Garnett Coven in?

Well that depends on the why doesn't it? Am I doing a ritual? Bored? Mercy killing at the start of the zombie apocolypse? But in no particular order...

Summer Estelle Jaya Harley Cait

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Mara lounged on the table like it was a throne, head tilted back as she traced the patterning of the glass above with her eyes. She listened to Cait talk as she let her magic ooze out of her and spread out across the tables and floors, crawling over leaves and iron tools. It moved from shadow to root, sending little flares back to her, reports of all it touched. Cait was up to something, and Mara was more than happy to have her fun, she just hated the waiting portion of anticipation, She wanted her gratification now.

The conservatory was brimming with magic, the grounds soaked in blood and spells until they practically melted out of the ground each time it rained. It was part of the reason Mara loved spending time here and working magic here, but it made it difficult to pick one spell out from the other. Cait had been bleeding, that was for sure, but the tang of blood was so strong in the air that it couldn’t all be from her or she wouldn’t still be standing.

“Menace?” she manages to mock offense for less than a second before grinning and wearing the title like a crown. "Someone has got to be the menace to balance out all of your buttoned up ambition" she couldn't help but poke, eyebrow raised in challenge. Cait took everything too damn serious, which was why she was coven leader, but still, the witch could learn to live a little.

When the coven leader opens up the cooler Mara leans forward, tempted to reach in and swirl the contents about, show off the bounty and see how Cait would react to the smaller skull she knew was tucked in there. She’s disappointed when the lid thuds shut, but doesn’t allow that to show, just keeps that lazy grin on her face as she watches Cait. “Of course, I have no more use for these ones in particular at this moment.” While Cait was working on whatever it is that she was cooking up Mara had a ritual of her own she was tweaking and playing with. Port Liery truly was the the best place to experiment with rituals, especially for Mara with the bounty of the waneoft blood soaked into that one particular plot of land. “A little bit of both, some old and some new. I wasn’t sure exactly what it is you were needing, so I got a little bit of everything. There’s more out in the car if you are wanting something bigger” She meets Cait’s eye, not shying away at the gleam of questioning behind the others gaze. There was always questions, suspicions when you show up with bodies, but among necromancers at least the suspicions were “where are you hiding those, and what are you going to do with them” rather than “why did you kill them”

“no talking, my maternal instinct does not expand beyond our dogs, so having to take the time to figure out what they eat is too much effort for me”

Cait doesn’t flinch at the sound of the slamming door or the heavy slosh of whatever Mara’s brought with her this time. If anything, there’s a glimmer of anticipation that tightens her shoulders and curves at the corners of her mouth. She doesn’t look up immediately—just finishes pressing a ward into the soil with the heel of her palm, whispering something low that crackles faintly in the air.

By the time Mara throws herself onto the table like she owns the place (which, arguably, she sometimes she does), Cait is already turning, wild-eyed and smudged with dirt, a tangle of garden twine looped around one wrist like a forgotten bracelet.

“There she is.” she says, mock-dread thick in her voice. “The necromantic menace has arrived.”

There’s a feral gleam in her eye, something too alive for her usual restraint. Mara does that to her—unmoors the calm, unbuttons the collar, makes her feel like throwing something just to see where it lands. There are very few people Cait lets this version of herself exist around, but Mara’s earned it, somehow. Through sheer volume, persistence, or the fact that chaos never flinches in the face of power.

Dorian doesn’t speak. But Cait feels the shift inside her like a change in air pressure—subtle, suffocating. A curl of awareness coils at the base of her spine, cold and deliberate. He’s watching Mara. Closely. And though he says nothing, the silence has weight to it—like a predator holding its breath.

Cait doesn’t ask. She just straightens slightly, shoulder blades tight. She’s learned that when Dorian goes quiet like this, it’s never disinterest. It’s calculation.

“A birdie, huh?” she echoes, voice light, but there’s something glinting beneath it. “Funny. I wasn’t aware my business had developed wings.”

Inside, Dorian stirs—not fully, not yet—but she feels him tighten like a drawstring in her chest.

< She’s changed. >

The words land with the weight of a dropped blade. Cait freezes—not visibly, not enough for Mara to notice, but inside, it’s like all the air gets sucked out of her lungs.

Another familiar face? she thinks, the thought sharper than she intends. Not curiosity now—alarm.

Dorian doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t. That would be too easy. Too kind. But the silence crackles with meaning. He’s watching Mara. Recognizing her. Not vaguely, not distantly, but with that eerie, bone-deep familiarity that only ever comes from entanglement.

Her pulse spikes, cold and sudden. Because if he knows Mara—if he’s known her, from one of the hundred tangled lives he’s never told her about—then that changes everything. That means this isn’t a surprise visit. This is a fucking collision.

How long? she wants to ask. When? What did she give you? What did she take?

But she doesn’t speak. She just grips the edge of the table a little harder, knuckles whitening, and watches Mara smile like this is just another casual drop-in—like she isn’t carrying the weight of a past Cait wasn’t there to see.

Cait exhales slowly through her nose, refocusing on Mara’s smile—too wide, too knowing. Familiar. She reaches for the cooler - lifts the lid - wide enough to  enough to catch the scent—salt, iron, something old and recently disturbed. Her nose wrinkles, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans in a little, squinting like she’s trying to read the bones.

Then she glances sideways, one brow arched, mouth twitching at the corner. “Are these… for me?” she asks, mock-innocent. “Gods, Mara. You shouldn’t have.” She lets the lid fall shut with a soft thud and folds her arms, expression slipping into something between suspicion and delight.

“Now tell me—did you just happen to run into these dead bodies on your afternoon stroll? Or did you make them yourself, like some kind of overachieving corpse fairy?”

There’s no judgment in her tone. Just curiosity. Amusement. A dash of professional envy. “If they’re cursed, I’m keeping them. If they talk, you’re feeding them.”

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Mara pouted at the religious exemption, that was one that wasn’t as fun to argue against. She found religions with such limitations boring, but understood why humans with such short lifespans clung to them. She, of course, found more enjoyment in the hedonism, the sects that found their pleasure in revelry and enjoying every moment of their firefly lives, burning bright, seeking moments of ecstasy before they winked out. Regardless, she’s sure she could find some amusement.

She watches in mild interest as they unbutton their shirt, no drinking, but showing skin seemed less of a barrier. They had room for hedonism yet. “No shots for you then, but you can pick some out for me. Flaming, or fun and fruity with an orange slice, you can get creative, anything you have ever been interested in, or thought could be fun, I’ll try ” she offered, though there was little choice in the matter as she deftly caught the hem of their shirt between two fingers and tugged them towards the bar. “Happy little accidents are my specialty. In my experience, the best nights include at least three.” She paused as they reached the bar, spinning to face them, her back pressed against the wood. “So, stranger, how shall we salvage our evening?”

Caught off guard, the hunter gasps on impact and comes to a stuttering halt as a wet cold suddenly runs down their front starting at the chest. “The front door,” Shiv hisses between their teeth as they look down to access the damage. Thank Gods they opted out of the elaborate full wire and hidden camera type set-up. Damaged Brotherhood assets would have given Shiv so much more anxiety than this soggy outfit.

“Oh, there’s no need to do that. Seriously. I insist.” Shiv is quick to look up and quickly signals to the server as well, running a hand across their neck in a slicing motion before motioning for a towel in place of a drink. “ I don’t drink. Religious reasons. You’re perfectly free to indulge but I will have just as much fun observing.”

Shiv gives the woman a polite smile and nod as they hastily undo their buttons, unconsciously baring their chest to the club as they tried to air out the front of their soaked shirt and tucked tank top. No, all of their attention went into keeping that hidden holster dry and out of sight for everyone's sake. “I’m sure there are other ways to salvage the evening. Can't let one happy little accident ruin everything."

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Closed starter for @ofgarnett Location: the Garnet greenhouse Gravel sprayed into the underbrush as Mara’s old grand wagoneer came to a skidding halt, she didn’t have the patience to try and park correctly, a complete disregard for anyone else who may come after her. She didn’t bother locking the car, or even fully rolling up the windows. If anyone was stupid enough to try breaking in, especially here, there were a number of curses that would immediately sink their teeth into the poor sod and make them regret. The door slammed shut, a wet sloshing coming from the coolers under the seats as the car rocked, a reminder that she wasn’t coming to the greenhouse empty handed. A little gift for the coven leader, and convenient disposal, two birds one bone.

Mara had lived a truly diverse set of lives, and there were lives in which she was blessed and lives in which she was doomed from the start, lucky to have made it to the age in which she could know to carve the ritual into her skin and guarantee herself another life. This life had felt like a blessed one from the beginning, born into a coven that her necromantic talents were not only recognized but celebrated. She had already been studying magic and necromantic practices when her memories started floating to the surface, which made it one of the easiest metamorphosis into the necromancers true self. Garnett coven was a coven built for Mara, and when she found there was a branch here in Port Liery it had been one of the gray town’s saving graces when it failed to produce Eris.

Entering into the greenhouse she didn’t have much interest in the plants themselves, moving quickly through the rows of tables following the pull of the coven leader’s magic without pausing to investigate anything. Mara had respect for Caitlin as a coven leader, she understood that sometimes propriety was important, but often the stodgy rules just got in the way of innovation, ritual creation and the chaotic fun Mara most enjoyed. It was rare to find someone in power that still pushed that envelope without completely abandoning all morals and responsibility. It was usually responsibility and boredom, or a complete disregard for the rules and a sip of koolaid away from being completely evil, not that she was in any position to judge on the second matter, but she appreciated the freedom the younger Necromancer gave her, allowing her to continue her work without a constant lecture.

Finding Caitlin deep in the greenhouse she perched herself on one of the tables beside the other witch, throwing one leg over the other, leaning back on her arms, giving the other a knowing side eye. “A birdie told me you were collecting bodies, or body parts, whose deaths might have supernatural related causes” the grin on her face could be described as nothing other than shit eating “Babe? How am I the last to know?? If I were insecure I might be offended” she teased, laughter glinting in her eyes.

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Mara watched the hunter with amusement, at first she thought they were security, with the twitchy way they watched everyone and seemed to talk to themselves, never really relaxing. But the longer they prowled the more they seemed to stick out. Bored with Eris gone off in search of drinks she decided to poke some fun, confident that the hunter wasn’t stupid enough to attack in a club full of hungry beasts.

Grabbing a random drink from a passing server she took three stumbling steps before allowing herself to crash into the stranger, icy liquor splashing over their terribly boring outfit. “Oh fuck, where did you come from?” She asked, looking around dramatically like the idea anyone could have been in her way was absolutely ridiculous, despite the fact there was a crush of people all around them. “Well, now that I’ve totally soaked your shirt I am responsible for making sure you have a good night. We are going to do shots, and no protesting or I’ll feel terrible and then have no fun and the night will be ruined for both of us” She made the declaration with no room for argument, already waving a server over to them.

WHO: OPEN! (_/5) WHEN/WHERE: Early evening, Khàos Grand Opening

“No sign of hostiles”, Shiv muttered under their breath. “Still on high alert. Remain on standby. Over.”

The longer Shiv lingers in Khaos, the more they are convinced that this event is nothing more than what it is advertised as. Booze, music and magic. 

Yes, there are several supernatural individuals of a higher threat level but their mere presence is not reason enough to call upon a hunt. If that were the case, Kennedy ( @drownholywater-kennedy ) would have run her surveillance van through the front doors by now. She was on high alert nonetheless, having ranted at them in said van over cups of coffee moments before. In exaggerated summary: Leeches, beasts and witches, all potentially conspiring in one hedonistic cesspool. A party.

Its going to take several more hours of eavesdropping on conversation via earpiece to ease Kennedy's anxiety and give the go ahead to leave. So here Shiv is, hovering from group to group, from magical attraction to frat ritual with little commitment and even less direction.

Tonight is supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. But a lone hunter on the prowl is bound to draw attention.

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Mara Mac Cnáimhín is happy to attend the opening of KHAOS for a night of hedonism on the arm of her newly reunited wife, @erisinblood. Glimpses of the ritual inked into her skin that ties her soul to this earth can be glimpsed underneath the lingerie. The fate-tied lovers may not have been reunited for long, however they will never pass up on a party, and what better place to reunite?