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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Tue Apr 11, 2017 10:31 pm

Moments like these made me wish there was a spell on hand that could make me deaf for a short time period. Then again I had no idea how that would effect a memory wipe from a Vampire. Since I wouldn’t have heard the very thing Blake was intending on removing, what would exactly happen? Considering options as to how I could avoid hearing whatever it was Michelle was going to say was a testament to how much I really didn’t want to hear it, to only then have it taken from me. Had not expected what came from her lips and I was left…really bloody confused. A single word in the story actually made my stomach twist. Was this why I felt so attracted to her? The fact that this body while actually my own had at one point contained the soul of another?

“Wait.” I was going to forget this?! This of all things?! A possible explanation of why I felt so drawn to her. Wasn’t even going to have the chance to really find out if that’s what this was or whether I just, really liked her. Some star-crossed lovers Shakespearian sonnet made flesh or just me recognizing someone who had at one point shared a body. “Shit” Spitting out the swear word even though I was usually more articulate I ran both hands in frustration through my hair. “Are you even going to tell me this later?” Exasperated, my eyes wide, I searched Michelle’s face. I was going to have to hope that maybe we would become close enough that she would. She was saying it so casually that maybe it would come up in conversation at some point but did I really want to risk it?

“Dammit….” Any composure I’d had was thrown out the window. I’d never spoken to anyone about what it had been like. My particular issues with Necromancers and what they were able to do. For the first time ever I felt like I was looking at someone who I actually felt might be safe to talk to about it. Who might understand? Not to mention I wanted to know what it felt like to be in a body that technically wasn’t hers. Since Blake was hesitating my mind was left to go wild. Trying not to be a weird creeper and hit on girls too young for advances when in reality Michelle’s soul was so far into pedophile territory that neither Dom nor Will would ever take that tainted crown from me. The fact she would probably be an overflowing font of energy that might be causing me to release any control I had over my unruly second element. “Me, you’re wiping me first….why are you giving me time to think about this?” Groaning I leaned directly over the table to stare Blake right in the eyes giving myself up willingly even though I now wished I could take it all back. A deal was a deal.

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Mon Apr 17, 2017 11:28 pm

I wondered how much of my view of the world was altered by my…. Well my origin story. Men, women, children who were born and had time to adapt - maybe in a small way it was a flaw. They’d adapted to this strange world in a way that kept a blind eye toward the abnormal. Was that why I was so immersed in it? Was that why I knew from experience that the real world was easily stranger than fiction? I couldn’t hide the smile any time I realized that I was in the company of others who had experienced that same world.

According to my driver’s license I’m 28. But The first day I remember? Um.. about five years ago? When I woke up in a hospital in Seattle. I relaxed into my seat, pulled my glass to me and wrapped my hands around it. Fuck, I was in the company of “creatures” and I couldn’t have felt more comfortable. I wasn’t human. Not entirely. It’s okay, I’m just - it’s kind of a relief to get it out. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to tell it without… I don’t know, being taken to the psyche ward. But my attention quickly turned to Kai, seeing as how he was the one who had taken me here, he was the one well - he was the one who currently had me incredibly intrigued in and out of the bedroom.

I didn’t shift, I continued my relaxed posture in my chair and smiled slightly toward him. It would depend on what I knew about you, Kai. My brow raised, The only people who know - well until today - are people who are involved. My um.. I smiled and covered my face, looking down and grinning underneath at just how insane it all was. For the longest time they - well they didn’t know I was their daughter, shit I didn’t either. I didn’t want to talk about the rest. I didn’t want to talk about how I knew. For fucks’ sake, once Shane showed me, I knew it wasn’t a trick. It felt like puzzle pieces finally falling into place to complete a picture. I met Kai’s eyes, I’ll just say, the way you… believe me - I hope I’ll tell you.

I had been calm, I had been relieved, but I had never expected this. I don’t know why - I’d thought about the “would I be believed or not” part, but not about, positive versus negative reaction. Shit, this was neither? It was - anxious?

Wait! Should i be a softie? Shit, I wanted someone to know who would believe me, didn’t I?

You um… fuck. You can wipe me. Just me, I said, looking at Blake then returning my gaze to Kai. I mean, if that’s what you want. I don’t know - now I want to know why it um.. Can we at least talk about why you’re unsettled by this?

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Blake Vancel | Vampire; Young

Posted on Sat Apr 29, 2017 5:06 pm

Still in awe over this secret, I listened to Michelle attentively. Wow, that must have been... tough.

I nodded to Kai when he volunteered himself to go first, If that's what you truly want.

I lightly shook my head back and forth as I sat up straight to help myself focus. I took a deep breath in and then exhaled as I made direct eye contact with Kai ready to start the process when Michelle's voice interrupted my focus.

Oh uhm... I stopped and turned to her. Well, damn, what do I do now? This was becoming a big mess and, while it was my fault and I did feel sort of bad about it, if I didn't have to wipe anyone's memory I'd be okay with that too. Then again, that was probably me being partially apathetic. I guess I can do your memory first?

I scanned the room slowly taking in how many people were in the crowd and what track the band was currently on. I still had to get my hands on what I came here for and this encounter was eating at the time I had. Praise the sun I was able to get my hands on a copy of their set list a few nights ago. There was still time of course, but I kept getting this sinking feeling I was cutting it too close.

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Fri May 05, 2017 12:35 am

Deals, contracts, agreements. They were all very important to me. Not just in business but in my personal life too. When others felt indebted to a person they baked cookies, babysat their kids pro bono, mowed their laws and disposed of the clippings themselves. It wasn’t something they levelled weight upon. Didn’t dial up a tally in their heads. Early on I suppose my preoccupation had been out of a desire to get out from under the influence of my coven. Separate myself from their business and create my own based on my own premises. Be my own warlock. Over time it had become more than an orderly act of rebellion. I wanted to be a good person. I felt like I was one. Repaying others, keeping my end of bargains, even if they weren’t explicitly stated nor even known by the other party, had become a moral obligation. Though I didn’t want to forget this, I’d already agreed to the terms. We might not have signed a piece of paper stating that very fact but that didn’t make it any less real to me. Michelle had said one thing that made me realize that while this had seemed like the right course of action, though terrible at the same time, there was only one way to really guarantee that she would tell me about her special circumstances in the future. It depended on what she knew about me.

“We just made a deal…” A lot to consider. So much so that I sat there staring at the glass of champagne in front of me as if it would provide answers itself. I wanted to remember but at the same time didn’t. Story of my life. Wanting to know everything there was about a magical object but at the same time knowing that once I did that I ran the risk of no longer being entranced by it. Clients were more likely to purchase something if I could animatedly speak about it like it was the best thing since the invention of sliced bread. Didn’t want to compare Michelle to a necklace or goblet but the premise still stood. Would I be ashamed of how I felt around her if I knew the reason why? It felt real to me even if it was several different brands of madness. My brow was permanently creased in a frown as I looked up into Michelle’s eyes. If she was telling people she barely knew about her origins though. There was no other way to explain it than a cry for help. Had never been able to turn a blind eye to someone in need and no matter which way I looked at it, I knew I owed her now, even if I said what I was about to say. “Can’t change the fine print on an agreement but we can…” I breathed deeply knowing that I might regret this just as much as I had known I was going to regret getting Blake to wipe her mind. “….Forget the whole plan entirely.”

Telling her in due time when it was right to do so about what I was, that I could give up. I could always do it the hard way. As risky as that was. Maybe after all of this, the lengths I was willing to go to conceal myself might give her an idea of how serious it was. Perhaps it was better. She already knew about other Supernatural species. It was just my job to point out the dangers associated, which obviously no other damned individual had bothered to do. Didn’t want to sully their own relationship with her for whatever reason. Acting in their own personal interests and not hers. “Obviously I still owe you a favour Blake since this has been a monumental waste of your time.” God did I know how some Vampires despised having their endless oubliette of time taken away from them.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this. We have a lot to talk about Michelle. What bothers me is I have a Museum to tend to so I’m going to be busy for a while.” I couldn’t put that off for this. Everything about this was selfish and as much as I wanted to just ignore my other problems and focus on her, I knew I had to somehow tear myself back to reality. “Just promise me that you aren’t going to go around looking for Warlocks in your spare time. I know all of this looks ridiculous but let me show you what I am.” To punctuate what I was saying I shifted the champagne flute to the side and pressed my hands together in a prayer gesture. Pulling them slightly apart I curled my thumbs in between the palms and crossed my little fingers over. A small static energy ball formed above my knuckles. A physical manifestation of the Magick all Witches and Warlocks possessed in its pure form. Our connection to the fabric of the universe. It rose and was drawn into my fingertips. Spreading my hands completely apart the energy stretched and much like the child’s string game I weaved a design with them. Once completed the tendrils released from my fingers and the sigil hovered in mid air. “Nonam” The ballroom was plunged into darkness for a moment. The seal causing a very minor electromagnetic disturbance caused by a tectonic pulse. Exclamations of surprise and murmurs rose briefly before I uttered the reversal. The longer I held it the faster my energy drained anyway. “Illustrant” Light was restored, though one lightbulb did pop more than likely on its last legs anyway. Sweeping my hand over the seal dispelled the hovering sigil.

Had to grin now thinking about how she’d originally reacted to the title Warlock even if it hadn’t been taking it seriously. “See it as a class that needs to be unlocked, you’re just looking at a greyed out slot and you need to see a trainer before you can play alright?” Taking the champagne glass I had been staring at I downed the liquid in true frat boy fashion. “Then if you’re still keen on me, then we can talk about why I reacted the way I did because that’s…complicated.” My sight unfocused for a moment, causing me to stare off in no particular direction. Reliving any of that through having explain it. Jesus….. “Michelle…” Before I could say another word to ask why she would tell both Blake and myself something that to me seemed very…heavy, a hand gripped my shoulder from behind. Excuse me, but unless you can prove that Daron gave you permission to cast Magick that is going to affect our guests’ enjoyment, then I’m going to have to remove you.” A head dipped down to my cheek, the sound of fangs slotting into place ricocheting into my eardrum. “He’s entertaining the hag at this present moment but let me introduce myself. I’m Drew and by removal I mean draining you and throwing you into the street.”

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Michelle Hawke | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sun May 07, 2017 9:06 pm

It’s what I know, I said, responding to Blake. Was it tough? Sure, in the fact that it was fucking lonely. And, yeah, sure, more than that. But I had nothing to compare it to. Apparently puberty was tough. Apparently divorcing parents was tough. I didn’t fucking know if this was better or worse than the “norm”. My head was starting to swim in my drinks, which wasn’t normal but this green shit was different. Fuck, I was beginning to wonder if I’d remember anything regardless of what magic trick some vampire fucking played on my mind. I wondered, too, how much shit was in my head that was inaccessible because someone had told me to forget. Now, I was slightly pissed. Fuck me, claw me, bite me, it was all fine. It wasn’t against my will. Willing me to forget something when I didn’t ask for it? I wasn’t sure I wanted to forget anything, bad or good.

I like that idea, I said, my voice coming out lower than usual. It would have sounded more serious if it wasn’t for the fact that they were slightly slurred. Fuck, it’s hard to tell if I’ll remember anyway if I keep drinking this shit. I looked to Blake, wondering if I was the only human to feel guilty about inconveniencing a vampire, and even a little embarrassed. Sorry, I don’t mean to be such a pain in the ass. Wait, it wasn’t my fault anyway, now was it? This whole thing wasn’t my idea. I just hope this doesn’t completely shit on your opinion of me. My words were now falling out and as much as I probably should have had some sense of regret, I was only upset they weren’t more formed.

I wasn’t looking for you, I grinned and shook my head a bit. No, I won’t look. I’m busier than you think, anyway. I find enough trouble. And I doubted he had any idea, even with what I’d told him. He still didn’t know about the ring. He still didn’t know that I hadn’t actually fucked a normal human since Caly. It wasn’t good unless I came out bleeding and injured. And he didn’t know that there was a deep reason why that had nothing to do with Daddy issues. Or at least the normal kind of daddy issues.

But I quickly found out what he meant by “showing” me. My eyes widened, and as much as I was used to abnormal shit, this was still enthralling and fascinating. Was he a goddamn moron? Telling me not to look and then showing me how fucking interesting he was? Or warlocks? The darkness sent my heart racing and almost instantaneously my mind went to the danger of being in a room full of vampires in complete darkness. Instantly wet, let’s be honest. Hey Blake, dinner’s on the table.. Or sitting at it. It didn’t last and the lights returned and even though I knew to expect anything I still jumped at the breaking lightbulb. You can’t do cool tricks and expect me to want to back off, but I will. And I wasn’t lying. I was fucked up but I at least tried as much as possible to be honest. Although I can’t wait to find out about those class abilities, I smirked.

Sometimes just the way Kai spoke I could tell we were from different worlds. Circles that only overlapped because of the occult or whatever. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I listened until -
Well fuck if this wasn’t the best claim to fame story ever. My party date was threatened by fucken Drew Avrett from Laudanum. Then again, not everyone got off on the threat of death. And knowing what I knew, I was sure he could offer it. It was too bad the guy probably had chicks of all species coming onto him. It was also too bad I’d never so much as tried to flirt to get out of a ticket. This was like, the extreme version of it, and the bad end wasn’t a traffic violation but possible death. Something I was apparently seeking, but not really. Fuck it.

I patted Kai’s knee, knowing it could possibly fail but hoping it would be an unspoken cue that what I was about to do wasn’t meant to be shitty to him, or even authentic. I’m sorry, I said, frowning, He’s just trying to impress me. I let my teeth graze my bottom lip, my corners turning up into a smile. My eyes grazed Drew from top to bottom. I wasn’t interested in fame, I wanted no part of potentially being in a spotlight and so much as a picture taken with him. But I was pretty sure I could pretend. I’m sorry if we bothered you. I pretended to rub the back of my neck, turning my head so that a certain favorite spot was showing. The V version of the erogenous zone. God, if this did anything, it would be taking attention away from Kai and having him throwing me out for being so goddamn tryhard. C'mon, Blake, help a girl out.

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