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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 Sun May 14, 2017 8:39 pm

“Earth.” Thought that had been obvious from the cocky display I’d offered up to her in the forest. Pulling a crystal from the ground. Suppose in some ways it was ambiguous. Especially if she hadn’t had much dealings with Elemental based Warlocks and Witches before. Sometimes elementalists could grasp one spell from a completely unrelated elemental tree. Learning that one spell would take years of practice but it wasn’t unheard of. Utterly pointless in my eyes considering the time required that could be put to better use on spells that came naturally.  

“Oh?”
Lifting my head from my phone I looked over to Daphne. Family was extremely important to me so I did enjoy hearing about others. Was easier to see her as a person, a caster, rather than focusing on what Magick she wielded when I focused on what her upbringing had been like, how strong her relationship with her parents was, or whether or not she had siblings. “How is it you came to discover what you are then?” Harry Potter references were running like wildfire through my brain. Just couldn’t help myself. I’d met all manners of different witches and warlocks but the ones that fascinated me the most were those that hadn’t had a strong coven backing when finding themselves. Shane had said he’d had his eyes opened by a spirit. While I hadn’t been consciously trying to feel Daphne’s magick it had been hard not to when she’d literally used it to save my life. It was strong. Had to admit stronger than my own. Shocking to consider she hadn’t had a Grimoire as a teacher. Naturally gifted.

Returning to scrolling through the inventory lists I nudged a stack of books with my foot gently. “Eventually that’s exactly what I want it to be. I recently met another Necro who didn’t even know what he was until a wandering soul enlightened him.” While I didn’t like Necromancers I wouldn’t wish that lost feeling on anyone. Not even those that dabbled in the darkest arts. “If a place like this existed here then maybe those drawn to Index that don’t know why can be informed. Not to mention it would be a bevy of knowledge for all. Witches, Warlocks, Vampires…Wolves.” I tentatively added that last species. Inviting them into the building was a bit of a death wish. However my business did not discriminate and the Museums upper floor was to become the hub for Idiom. “I’ll be creating a physical office here for my business too, so it could also become somewhat of a marketplace.” Also a meeting spot. Wasn’t going to open the doors to pack chats or harbour full nests but it would be a safe place for everyone to commune. “Have a wanted advertisement listed for some help. What with this, my business and everything else. I’m swamped.”

As I’d been talking as well as trying to scan the names and backgrounds of various items that were currently tagged as being in the lobby, I almost missed it. Almost. “Here’s why it’s strange. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. I shouldn’t be able to see them right? Here’s why I can down there.” Standing behind her I lowered my phone over her shoulder on the details of one of the objects in question. “Trust me normally I’m more organised than this so when someone sends me something that doesn’t fit my criteria, which happens more than you’d imagine.” A laughed slightly. “I send it back. Right now I have two Owl statues of Muut. I’m betting they produce an aura. They’re Cahuilla so don’t fit the Native American exhibit I have.” The screen stated a brief description. Muut was the personification and messenger of death in the culture of the Native American Cahuilla people of southern California and northern Mexico, and was usually depicted as an owl or as the unseen hooting of owls. “Can you see it? I know its here.” Like it was just beyond the bookcase next to us. Peering through the cracks.

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Daphne Collins | Witch; Necromancer

Posted on Sun May 21, 2017 7:52 pm

Ah, I said, thinking back to the spell he'd used in the woods. I hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about what his specialty was, especially compared to the amount of time I'd spent thinking about how he'd responded to my specialty - childish, but at least it'd been remedied. My lack of knowledge of things in general was rather frustrating. My mother taught me what she thought to be important, the culture of elementalists, for example, did not meet those requirements, but understanding them and their magic more deeply would be an asset, doubtlessly, if Kai would be willing to share.

My life in London had become so separate in my mind from my life in Index that it sometimes felt like a dream. The details had blurred together until it was sometimes difficult for me to recall how exactly I'd come to be where I was. Still, I remembered clearly the witch who had changed the course of my life so suddenly. I met a witch who identified me as a medium - I hadn't quite come into my power at the time. How exactly it had gone down was not entirely clear, but I still remembered her face down to the last blemish.

Spirits were tricky things to deal with. Learning what you are from one would be a difficult way to do it in the sense that it would be very easy for it to manipulate you and your power. Even knowing what I was, I had been manipulated with some ease by many spirits early on - it hadn't been all bad, but I ended up in some dark places in part because of the things that they whispered into my ear.

I considered the implications of what he was saying. It would essentially be some kind of neutral ground for supers, I supposed, although such a thing would likely be very difficult to achieve. I valued the possibility of having a database of supernatural information available to me, but not all had such a respect for knowledge and learning. Wolves, for example, had never struck me as the educational types. Allowing them, vampires, and warlocks to all occupy the same space sounded like it would end going up in smoke.

I read the description he presented me with and then looked around the room again, in the corner of my eye I though I saw something flit towards the corner. When I turned my head, it was gone. I frowned and then turned back, This may be a good sign then, I said thoughtfully, The statue is amplifying it temporarily somehow. I think it will become more corporeal if it gains more power over you. The idea that the shadow people were connected to us psychologically worried me more than the fact the Kai's had been trying to hurt him physically. Battling something that was in your mind was much more difficult than stepping out of the way of a falling bookshelf.

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Tue May 30, 2017 3:25 am

I’d never been in the position of stumbling upon a Witch or Warlock that needed to be told what they were before. Admitting to leading a somewhat sheltered all inclusive life was not something I really enjoyed but I had to admit, I hadn’t mingled with even human’s very often when growing up. Wasn’t until college that I’d really entered into that arena. I laughed and shaked my head slightly. “Can’t even imagine how that conversation started.” Walking around in a library like this one minding your own business. Flicking through the pages of a novel of intrest and then suddenly someone is up in your face rambling on about stuff that would literally make them sound crazy. Spent too much time in the fictional section pouring over stories about magical beings that could talk to the dead. The potential scenes were endless. Considering Daphne sounded like she hadn’t been seeking answers made it seem even more dramatic. At least here, if someone felt odd and out of place they wouldn’t be immediately bombarded by a complete and utter stranger. I could ease them into it. They could take it all at their own pace.

Was terribly proud of myself for finally connecting dots. Why I could see the shadow person when by all rights I shouldn’t be able to. “A good sign?” Didn’t seem like that to me. Nothing about not seeing it filled me with any sense of reassurance. Yes, Daphne was explaining that it being visible was a point in the negative but she didn’t understand how unnerving it was to know something was there, have it try to attack me physically but be completely unseen. My raw Magick was all about the tangiable. It was what I was comfortable with. “Think I would prefer to see it so I know where it is.” However if that was only going to work because it had grown out of control then I was literally asking for damnation. “Can’t by rights carry around one of those statues with me.” Too cumbersome. Even if I prementantly strode about with a backpack so I could see my haunting, the effigeies themselves were far too heavy. We had both agreed to research what we could about the creatures we had seen but I had also asked her specifically to look into ways that she might be able to help me see them the next time we went out there to the tree. Since I had begun to catch glimpses I hadn’t gone out of my way to look for anything myself. Not that I had any spells from her realm of magick to filter through anyway.

“Is what you’ve told me all that you’ve found? Like nothing that might help me see them at all? I’m not much help blind.” Now it wasn’t just a matter of being useful the next time we took a trip into the forest. It was primarily about being able to see and not just sense that something was following me. Even if that meant I would loose the one way I had of knowing how powerful it was getting. I was closing down the application on my phone that displayed all the inventory of the Museum when my phone screamed. I’d gone out of my way to assign a very specific tone to Michelle. One that always brought a grin to my face no matter what situation I was in. Couldn’t help it. Completely out of my control and as much as that should have sent alarm bells ringing in my head, that fire engine siren just brightened my mood. Bringing up the message immediately I stared for a very long time. Blinking. The smile on my face faltering for a moment making way for an eyebrow to unvolentarily cock. Heat rose on the back of my neck. Michelle and I had sent multiple photos back and fourth. Entwined around messages that didn’t even remotely touch on anything deeply important. I’d gotten pin up pics before but this one. Christ what was this woman trying to do? Make me burn down my own library? Immediately tossing my phone on a nearby stack of books before I fried it, I tried taking deep breaths like I was having a panic attack. Think unsexy thoughts. Dom in a dress. Shutting my eyes tight I tried to run with that image. Slapping a sequined pink number on my best friend. Hairy legs bound in fishnet. It was far too late for that. Far too late. Couldn’t even maintain the image anyway because Michelle’s ass in those red….

Had to make a split second decision. Grabbing the nearest book off the shelf. It was either one or the entire library because the air was beginning to increase in temperature. Pushing as much wild fire emotional fire power into my hand I literally disindergrated the volume in my hand. “I really do hope that wasn’t something important.”

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Daphne Collins | Witch; Necromancer

Posted on Wed May 31, 2017 3:27 pm

My childhood had not been a fun one, since the only power that I'd manifested was my ability to hear the spirits' chatter, and I didn't quite understand the necessity of hiding the fact that I heard dead people. I hadn't fit in well in school or with my adopted family. My parents resented me. I took comfort in the love of my brother but even that was problematic since he was their biological child and came to resent them for resenting me which only led to more resentment on their part. I hardly remember, I said distantly as I struggled to conjure up the memory.

I turned to look at him, I know it's frustrating not being able to see it, but these shadow people are in their most harmless state as they are. If they gain power then they will be able to do much more than topple bookcases. As a necromancer, there wasn't a lot that truly scared me - even my perception of death had changed completely since my power had manifested itself in its entirety. However, the idea that these evil creatures might be able to mess with my mind frightened me. I valued my own rationality and the importance of balance - both things that I could lose if my mind were to be influenced by a creature of evil and chaos.

I considered Kai's dilemma. No, I guess you can't... Don't suppose you know any warlocks who know about making talisman? If there were a way to make a talisman with my magic that would enable you to see them, then that would solve that problem, wouldn't it? I understood Kai's frustration at not being able to see them - it didn't matter much if his fire was effective against the shadow people if he couldn't see them in order to use it.

I was still pondering the issue when a very strange series of events occurred. First, a siren suddenly sounded within the library. It took me a moment to process that it wasn't actually Kai's cell phone ringtone. The huge smile that appeared on his face was the biggest clue that it was a good text. We stood frozen for a moment while he read the text before a switch flipped and things got really weird. The temperature of the room started going up noticeably, and Kai's temperature increased too, visibly. He was red and sweaty and that wasn't even the strangest part. He threw his phone away before picking up and disintegrating a book. There was nothing left of it at all except ash. All this while I looked on, completely still and silent, unsure of how to respond. Uhh... I stood wide-eyed for a moment before I gathered my wits about me, I'm sorry?

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Mon Jun 05, 2017 4:53 pm

Frustrating. Did Daphne have any idea how frustrating it was for her to calmly brush off my exasperation? Of course, she did, but she was a Necromancer she just didn’t care. Rubbing my temples I took another deep breath. I’d been doing that a lot lately. When faced with things I’d forgotten which was out of character for me. Looked at the clock and realized I had a few hours of uncountable time. Actually hated to think that Daphne was handling this much better than I was. It was understandable this was her realm of expertise. I was talking with a Necromancer about a problem that stemmed directly from that realm of magick. I was out of my depth and I needed to learn to swim quickly. “You seem so in control.” That statement said aloud was definitely admitting that I wasn’t. Holding on by a thread that I kept loosing grip on. At least I hadn’t stopped trying to regrasp it. Hadn’t gotten to a point that I couldn’t get a hold of myself. I stared at her blankly thinking over the statement of a talisman. Never before had I actually cursed myself for avoiding anything to do with Necro Magicks. I had a few customers I could call on for help in that department but we didn’t have the relationship I had with my other clientele just due to the fact they worked with Death as an energy. I’d painted myself into a box. One that I was going to drown in if I didn’t do something drastic.

“Sorry, I’m having…issues.” More than one. Multiple. Showing Daphne how out of control I was becoming was not a weakness I wanted to reveal to a Necromancer but that was the trick with feeling chaotic. There was no way to regulate what others saw. It came out whether I wanted it to or not. My eyes flicked from side to side, not really seeing anything in front of me, even though I was looking directly at her. Running through information in my head. Taking what she’d said about my fire being useful for fighting the Shades. About making a talisman with Necromatic energy to gift me the ability to see the threat without it having power over me. What really hammered home is what I needed, actually needed, was her level of control. Her calm. “I think I have an idea.” The words came out reluctantly because I didn’t rightly want to say them. Once again I needed her help and I was already so far in debt to her that I couldn’t right now see a way I was ever going to get myself above board. “It would help, in more ways than one. I’m dealing with unruly emotionally charge fire magick. I need to be able to see what I’m fighting, not just for peace of mind but so I can actually be bloody useful Daphne. I need an anchor.” Would she even care about my problems? A big part of me was telling myself that saying any of this, suggesting what I was about to suggest was pointless because she was, she had to be, just what I thought she was.

Moving with a determined speed to a shelf I began pouring through the spines of books. The spell featured in multiple translations. Existed for multiple purposes. It was even written in the pages of my family grimoire. I would have to find one that served the exact purpose of what I needed but there was no reason to search for that presently when I was almost hundred per cent sure Daphne was going to decline. “A spell, used for a variety of reasons. The Greenmantle coven often cast it to help young Witches and Warlocks have a kind of safety net when learning and practicing. I also remember it being used once when my Uncle brought in a Witch from outside the coven who was suffering from some kind of disease. She needed grounding so she didn’t continue to hemorrhage energy.” Finally finding one book I knew had the spell I removed it from the shelf and turned directly to the contents to locate a page. My finger running furiously down the list, eyes devouring every letter to find one word. “Tether. It’s called a Tether.” Stomach twisting I fluttered through the pages to the right one. Opening the spine to one iteration of the spell.  

“A binding of Magick. Tying us to one another like rock climbers traversing an abyss.” Couldn’t help but see myself as the inexperienced yuppie who just wanted to see the beauty of a glacier and Daphne as the Sherpa that always had to keep her wits about her because her charge was completely unaware of what the hell he’d gotten himself into. “This only benefits me. I know that. But I’m a businessman I’m not expecting aide for free. If somehow you have the compassion to help me I’ll give you whatever you want in return.” Lifting my gaze from the passage I hadn’t even been able to bring myself to read, I locked my eyes on hers. She was so small and delicate I felt terrible for even bringing this up. There was no other way I could see. To protect myself. To protect Michelle. To protect this town. To protect Daphne herself.

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