précédant parts (I finally named the series to keep it organized because duh):
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' toi here," purred the feral cat that had materialized par his aide.
"What do toi want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favori big brother returned with his prize...which I see toi have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up chemise tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish cœur, coeur that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the fronde keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought toi were taking Laelaps and the loups with toi for protection."
"What do toi care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered par lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf l’espace with thick volumes and journals. The bureau was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same arbre as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her olive skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil ou sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink tatouages and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the bureau inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned toi that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault toi refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched par grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the bureau and gazed at the young man before nodding to the images on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces par gunfire and other slices open par a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my favori mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been plus careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much plus affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need plus time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell par the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for toi to get that look in your eyes when toi think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red manteau was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought toi would have defected to return to her side par now, but the fact that toi haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, toi may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, ou else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the canapé had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank toi for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' toi here," purred the feral cat that had materialized par his aide.
"What do toi want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favori big brother returned with his prize...which I see toi have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up chemise tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish cœur, coeur that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the fronde keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought toi were taking Laelaps and the loups with toi for protection."
"What do toi care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered par lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf l’espace with thick volumes and journals. The bureau was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same arbre as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her olive skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil ou sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink tatouages and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the bureau inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned toi that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault toi refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched par grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the bureau and gazed at the young man before nodding to the images on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces par gunfire and other slices open par a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my favori mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been plus careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much plus affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need plus time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell par the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for toi to get that look in your eyes when toi think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red manteau was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought toi would have defected to return to her side par now, but the fact that toi haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, toi may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, ou else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the canapé had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank toi for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
Until I get a chance for a liste of short bios, here's the statuses of OCs written about/ created/ killed in the last year. There may be a couple whom toi don't recognize, so feel free to ask any questions in the commentaire section below!
Among the Living:
Nic Canis
Declan Conners & Dane Conners (married)
Riley Jr. Conners
Aleksander Felis
Noëlle Felis
Gabriel of House Graecus
Coda and Adam Kenway (siblings)
Pollux and Bellamy Serpente (siblings)
Vika Vernadskaya
Sasha Vernadsky
Aryess "Angel" Weston
Kai & Amara (haven't discussed with McL if we're hyphenating ou what yet, but these are Ary's and Bentley's twins)
Michel
Abaddon "Don"
Deceased:
Jedediah Cage
Roxanne Weston and Riley Sr. Conners (married)
Daemian Conners
Tommy Felis
Persephone "Percy" of House Graecus
Venus "Aphrodite" of House Graecus
Jasper Kenway
Nereus Marina
Castor Serpente
Sansa Vernadskaya
Maivus "Whisper" de Vent
Among the Living:
Nic Canis
Declan Conners & Dane Conners (married)
Riley Jr. Conners
Aleksander Felis
Noëlle Felis
Gabriel of House Graecus
Coda and Adam Kenway (siblings)
Pollux and Bellamy Serpente (siblings)
Vika Vernadskaya
Sasha Vernadsky
Aryess "Angel" Weston
Kai & Amara (haven't discussed with McL if we're hyphenating ou what yet, but these are Ary's and Bentley's twins)
Michel
Abaddon "Don"
Deceased:
Jedediah Cage
Roxanne Weston and Riley Sr. Conners (married)
Daemian Conners
Tommy Felis
Persephone "Percy" of House Graecus
Venus "Aphrodite" of House Graecus
Jasper Kenway
Nereus Marina
Castor Serpente
Sansa Vernadskaya
Maivus "Whisper" de Vent
Name:Jake An Do
age:16
Appearance:Black hair,brown eyes,6"3',and fair skinned
Powers:walks through walls and other objects,super strength,throws fireballs,can see things while they're happening
*He hates people that are snobby and self centered.
*he is bisexual(btw forgot to mention this but so is Ashton)(new couple!)
*he discovered his powers as a young child one jour when he was Lost in the woods.
*He loves guitar,art,video games,watching movies,soccer,football,baseball,and cooking
age:16
Appearance:Black hair,brown eyes,6"3',and fair skinned
Powers:walks through walls and other objects,super strength,throws fireballs,can see things while they're happening
*He hates people that are snobby and self centered.
*he is bisexual(btw forgot to mention this but so is Ashton)(new couple!)
*he discovered his powers as a young child one jour when he was Lost in the woods.
*He loves guitar,art,video games,watching movies,soccer,football,baseball,and cooking