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Both of you, feel free to fire away!

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((YAS! Also, I feel like they will fight each other at some point (maybe Virgo gets possessed by a demon or something?) and we can do all those tropes too. And Indigo x Gaia? Yes, please))

Virgo smiled, his eyes flitting over to Gaia and Indigo, and back to Cillian. "You're right. They are getting along. And thank you." Virgo actually had two horses, if only because Indigo got company. The other one was much older and was more of a pet than a mount, seeing as he was older than Indigo. Scarlet was his name, and he was Indigo's brother. Indigo hated to be alone, and even Virgo couldn't replace the company of another horse. It was heartening to see Indigo comfortable around another one of his species.

Virgo pulled out his bedroll and spread it out on the grass opposite Cillian, the soon-to-be fire pit in between them. With a snap of his fingers, Virgo set about preparing the fire. He flew up rocks from the river bed to make a circle, dried them, set the right sticks and a kindling of dry leaves brought in on a gentle breeze. The fire came from his finger, a tiny spark so as not betray the colour his flames actually were. Finally, Virgo set about adding the finishing touches to their shields as the sun vanished and the stars came out to play. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled, but Virgo failed to see it as a concern. Wolves avoided him on account for the smell of dark magic alone.

"Now, then," Virgo said, dropping down onto his bedroll and lifting his hands to the fire. "That ought to cover it." He worried at his lip for a moment, more than a little worn out from his endeavours. The shields had been masked in their illusions, but maintaining the illusions was as exhausting as casting the spells. He needed food, and he summoned his saddle bags with a wave of his hand.

"What are you reading?" Virgo asked as he dug around for some jerky and an apple. It was too late to go out hunting anyways.

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Maddox burst out laughing. "Oh, you heroes are all the same. So cliche. And boring. Please, give me something more entertaining than 'I won't give up.'" He leered down at the young hero's and snapped his fingers. A gout of dark purple fire burst from his hands and ensnared the knife in its grasp, along with the girl's entire hand. He took great care not to burn it off...but he wouldn't let her escape unscathed either.

"You're too young to be facing me. Too naive and inexperienced," Maddox continued, ever the one for taunts. "Try harder, darling. Much harder. Or better yet...give up and go home. Live with your shame."

He grinned coldly down at the girl. "You'll be forgotten soon enough."

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Lyon almost snarled at his rescuer for treating Ari so harshly. Only some of her words had reached Lyon, but her tone had been enough for him to draw his conclusions. He thrashed against the woman's grip, biting back a yowl as she pressed down onto his injured leg. The black encroaching on the edge of his vision threatened to sweep him into oblivion, but the fresh waves of pain kept him awake.

"Get off," Lyon managed to growl through clenched teeth as the pressure increased. "Get off me!"

He pushed with all his might, trying to get out from beneath those who had him pinned. The pain was too much. He needed them to let go, to let him breathe. Just. Get. Off. Him.

Lyon gave one final effort, lashing out at random towards blurs coloured differently to the white white white of the hospital walls. A growl rose in the back of his throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the whole while.

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Lisbeth took off at a breakneck pace, the image of the snarling wendigo branded on the forefront of her mind. Getting Alli away from the other three was Lisbeth's top priority. She doubted they would come back as ghosts or banshees when they died, and Lisbeth did so hate to be alone. Her life had been filled with parties and gatherings of all sorts. Losing the little company she had would render her existence all the more miserable.

"This way, love," Lisbeth shouted as she bounded down a final flight of stairs in the basement, always passing through doors and waiting on the other side for Alli to crash through them. They would have a lot of repairs to carry out, and quickly, when this was over. A wendigo and zombies would wipe them all out, no sweat.

Lisbeth trotted down the hall, her pace slowing as she neared the doors to the morgue. She slipped through them and returned to her tangible form, if only for a moment, as she hauled open one of the lockers and pulled out the half-rotted body within. Lisbeth wrinkled her nose at the sight and ducked behind one of the rolling beds as Alli followed her into the morgue.

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I would be interested in plot 4. Shall I DM ya?

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I am. I'm astralwrath

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Ok, my forms are done!

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((I don't want to steal the amulet idea from you, whatever you might have, but is it linked with dark magic? Because then maybe Virgo recognizes it? Not in this post, he's gonna be slow on the uptake, or think he recognizes it, but let me know what you think.))

Virgo took the book from Cillian's hands and examined the cover. Not much to look at, and Virgo didn't recognize the name of the penmanship. No one of major importance, in Virgo's opinion, or too heavily tied to the crown. Virgo could name every royal and noble mage under the sun, but hedge wizards and commoners like Cillian? Virgo had no idea, save for those who actually made an impact, and even then they were often raised to the ranks of lords and ladies.

"Never heard of him," Virgo said and returned the journal, his eyes flashing to the amulet as it was revealed. Between the fire glinting off it, the flames leaping between them and the darkness of the night, Virgo could barely make it out. Perhaps it would have been familiar, but frankly, the findings of someone like Cillian didn't concern him. He took a bit of his jerky and pretended to be interested.

"Tell me what you know of it, at least," Virgo said, lacing his fingers under his chin and flashing Cillian a quick-and-charming smile. "I love a good story."

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If Maddox had eyebrows, he would have arched one. "Make you? I'm not here to flirt, sweetheart. You'll be ashamed once I knock you off this rooftop. Another hero bested by yours truly."

Maddox didn't waste any more time. He had an afternoon meeting with a client and wanted to have the time to put on a nice suit. With a flourish of his hand, he sent out a blast of flames scorching across the rooftop with enough force to send anyone flying over the edge. His wings flared on his back, ready to take to the air. He would vanish down a sewer, taking the street with him, and no one would be the wiser.

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Awesome! I'm going to make a Discord once a couple more people join (if that happens), and I can elaborate more on my idea

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Maddox shot off the roof in a whirl of purple flames, rocketing up until he pierced the clouds. A devilish grin spread across his face as he savoured the freedom of flight, his wings spread wide to catch the nearest current. He banked to the left and dropped into a shallow dive, aiming for a part of the city near his apartment. People screamed as he soared overhead, and he tossed the occasional fireball just to keep up appearance before dropping into an alleyway and dropping back into his human form.

Footsteps echoed down the alley, and Maddox slipped through the nearest door into an empty kitchen. He wove through the building, avoiding the sounds of people and came out the other side, an ordinary person leaving work for the day. He smiled at a woman who strode past him as he started down the road, his hands in his pockets whistling to himself.

Soon, the news would be warning everyone here to run, with the Pyromaniac on the loose, but Maddox doubted it. He often avoided this neighbourhood because he lived and worked here, although he came once in a while just so no one got suspicious. He didn't drop himself off so close to here either, but today he was in a bit of a rush.

So down the street he went, back to his apartment to get ready for his lunch and enjoy live as a well-respected lawyer instead of a psychopathic serial killer.

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((A separate plotline might be fun. For now, Virgo won't remember where he's seen it from. And nice. I think I'll kick off our being attacked plot in my next post, unless you would like to. I don't know what could attack them. A direwolf pack, a manticore, a wendigo, etc))

Virgo's jaw clenched at the mention of Nizanna's name. He didn't know her, but her story matched his quite well. Except he hadn't been executed, though it was only a matter of time. If Virgo thought the king hated him...the royal heirs would have him hunted down, tortured and then executed for the problems he had caused and the laws he had broken. Virgo had never met such fierce children, equal parts ruthless and clever.

"Is dabbling in necromancy wise?" Virgo asked, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground beneath him. "Even if it's just a story, the amulet might be cursed."

Virgo had no idea what sort of cult existed that practiced necromancy, although he probably would have studied their works. He never bothered with the history of dark magic, not when no books existed within the royal palace. He focused instead on spells and practicums, actually using the magic instead of just studying it.

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Suoer track!! Reserve Death, the Emperor and the Magician, please?

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The sound of Ari's voice cut through the pain, and Lyon relaxed, if only a little. He still hissed and grunted whenever his leg so much as twitched, but the pain was beginning to dull as the pressure took its toll and the bleeding lessened. He took a deep, shaky breath in and sank into a much more relaxed state, the cold floor soothing against his skin.

At last, Lyon cracked open an eye to stare up at the woman who had saved him. The dragon, he realized, who had set the zombies on fire. He owed her his life twice now. How embarrassing. Lyon's lips twitched, halfway to a snarl, but he caught himself and swallowed instead. He averted his gaze.

"Thanks," he muttered through clenched teeth and pushed himself up onto his forearms. The world spun, and he almost fell backwards again, but sheer force of will kept him upright as he watched Ari finish the job.

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With Allison distracted, Lisbeth slipped out of the morgue and trotted on silent feet down the halls, moving all their barriers back into place. She made it to the first floor—only the second floor's defences remained—when someone knocked three times upon the doors. Lisbeth halted. Zombies didn't knock. Who could it be?

Lisbeth made her way to the door, as intangible as ever, and stepped straight through solid steel to stand inches away from a man she did not recognize, his aura less than pleasant but manageable. Lisbeth could always manage the auras of less light-oriented creatures.

"Hello," Lisbeth said cheerfully, a huge grin spreading across her face. "Welcome to hell. How may I assist you?"

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I would be interested in Doctor Who (OC or canon), although I have a Sherlock idea if you’s like to hear it

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A full-scale assault was underway as a mixture of beta and omega smells punched Silas in the face. He groaned, reeling from the overall stench and squeezed his eyes shut. His head hurt. Nothing felt right. He licked his lips and growled, low in his throat, as someone nudged his side with their foot.

"Leave me alone," Silas snarled and rolled over onto cold, hard floor.

Cold, hard floor...Wait a minute. Silas' eyes flew open, and he shot into an upright position. He was sleeping on the floor. Since when? He bared his teeth, swinging his head back and forth as he took in their surroundings. He smelled werewolves and vampires and humans. Where the hell were they?

"What's going on?" Silas growled, whirling around to face Andi, face softening as he looked upon her. "Where are we?"

~Lynn~

Preston and Artemis might have gotten up and started moving around first, but Bythe was pretty sure she was the one who regained conscience before them. After all, she had moved from lying down to sitting propped up against the wall, eyes closed and gathering her bearings. She didn't like not knowing where she was, what she was doing or how much time had passed. It made her anxious, and waking up on the floor of a hospital was no exception.

Not to mention the distinct werewolf smell. Blythe wrinkled her nose and finally bothered to open her eyes. She stood, smoothing out the front of her clothes and making no sound as she watched Artemis and Preston going about investigating and the works. Blythe watched, off to the side, and kept her mouth shut.

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