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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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[Private] There's Always Room on the Broom

Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Sat Apr 22, 2017 2:55 am

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The Basement of Measures of Thyme Spice Shop & Cafe | Cool, Light Cloud | Twilight


Measures of Thyme like any coffee shop that didn’t also mascarade as a bistro closed its doors at a reasonable hour. After becoming very familiar with Edith due to needing a local source of various basic spell components I had learned after dark, the place transformed. She assured me on the odd occasion they held special events for book clubs and the like which meant sometimes they were open later but generally only those that revealed themselves to be true practitioners ever got to see what it became when the sun dipped below the horizon. During the day it was colourful, aromatic. Incenses, hand made soaps, exotic herbals teas, baked goods and freshly brewed coffee all mingling together in a way that smelt like home even though mine never had smelled anything like it. Amongst the commonly seen table and chairs were well loved arm chairs and couches. Arranged in a way that suggested that Edith wished everyone’s time in her little heaven to be as intimate and as comfortable as possible. No wall was without a painting, a dreamcatcher, a piece of inspirational artwork with words of wisdom. It was…cluttered. Insanely so. Though I wouldn’t say I was a stickler for order, my own workspace a mess to the untrained eye, I had to admit it was a bit much for me. Behind the curtain, into the backrooms was where things became far more defined. While touches of what Edith and her daughter Autumn were, dotted the café front it became far more obvious once one was allowed access to behind the scenes. Everything from candles to dried and fresh herbs. Potion bottles of every description. Gemstones. Ceremonial daggers and other implements. Nothing specialised or outlandish but most definitely a must have for every witch or warlock.

When I’d approached the business as twilight took the street I’d grinned at seeing the interior lit with candles. Every table, countertop held in the very least, three. Knocking on the glass door I held up a hand in greeting to the figure who appeared. My smile got wider when I saw what she was wearing. While no-one could say that Edith wasn’t a little quirky she obviously didn’t try to remotely hide her eccentricities once the human clientele had left for home. Her long gypsy skirt had little mirrors inlaid into the fabric. Each one catching light from the candles. The blues and purples of the almost tie dye pattern clashed with the crotchet poncho crafted with thread from every spectrum of the rainbow. Her wrists weighted down with bracelets, her neck with pendants, her fingers with rings. A bright red decorated her mouth. There was a jangles of keys and Edith swung open the door. “Bright Blessings Kai, marvellous timing you have, everything is ready.”

I’d come to the conclusion that trying to harness the fire element was going to require help. The forest was the only likely location I could practise without being interrupted but with kindling a plenty, it would just result in a blaze. I also needed a way to bring the wild fire I’d experienced when in the presence of Michelle to the surface. Half tempted to be brazen and text Michelle to ask for some nudes, I’d spoken to Edith about memory recollection. “You’re going to need to take that pricy looking shirt off my dear.” I followed her into the backroom, pausing as she fiddled with a hidden mechanism to reveal the staircase down to the basement. The walls pulsed with energy as we descended, light hard to come by. She paused at the bottom and turned towards me holding out both hands. “Shirt and phone.” Thought she’d been joking. “Seriously?” Reluctantly removing my phone from my back pocket I eyed her almost sly grin as I unbuttoned my shirt and slung it over her arm. “Sit.” She gestured to a stool positioned near the doorway. I obediently sat though with a confused expression burrowed into my forehead.

The basement was clearly larger than the building above it. An almost completely open space. Small alcoves for study off to one side, one holding a rudimentary Alchemy station. A cupboard I’d been told contained bare basic components for spells. The walls were stone. The floor wooden but marked with black singes, candle wax, chalk dust and the remnants of runes that had been once drawn upon it. From the far corner Autumn appeared, passing a small tin to her Mother. Looking behind her I could see an intricate rune already laid down on the ground. Large crystals of white quartz set at multiple points to absorb energy. My own personal bubble so to speak. She took my belongings from Edith, glancing briefly with a vibrant blush at my naked chest.

The bottom level of Measures of Thyme was basically a rental space. Pay a fee and any Witch or Warlock could use the space. There were of course strict rules, sigils and enchantments to protect and contain. “Why am I half naked Edith?” She laughed and fanned a hand in front of her face. “Just wanted to see if you would strip if I asked.” My mouth fell slightly open and she cackled harder dipping two fingers into the tin in her hand. “Joking, Joking. You need some additional protection. The seal might be for my building and my customers but you’re going to burn yourself to a crisp without this.” She reached out and began painstakingly painting a very involved symbol across my chest, down to my stomach, actually kneeling down in front of me to get it just right. Whatever it was she was using smelled faintly of Charcoal and liquorice but was the color of dried blood.

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Lucina Mangosteen | Witch; Elementalist

Posted on Sun Apr 30, 2017 6:32 pm

Lucina's Outfit:

Knocking on the glass to the cafe, I checked my watch, I'm pretty sure this is the time she requested me to be here. I rocked back and forth on my heels and ran my hands over my frizzy, thick hair, waiting a few seconds before I knocked again. I peeked in through the door with my hands cupped and knocked once more a little louder, the tables were adorned with so many candles you could almost make out every piece of art on the walls. I couldn't see a single person nor a shadow of a person, so I allowed myself in, quietly closing the door behind me. I took in a deep breath as I stood in the doorway, the earthy smell from incenses and herbal spices danced around my nostrils. The scents were welcoming and calming. The mixture of scents always seemed familiar, but I could never put my fingers on it.

I never quite figured out what drew me to Measures of Thyme in the first place. Only discovering the place recently, I would bring my laptop in to work on some video editing and research whenever I felt the itch for a change of scenery. I never knew there was a whole basement underneath until Autumn caught me slip up with my magic when she went to refill my glass of water only to find I had accidentally frozen the whole glass solid without noticing. Needless to say, my service in the cafe changed drastically since then. Everything I knew about magic was either self taught or done by deep Google searches, so I literally knew next to nothing. When Edith and her daughter Autumn confronted me one night after close about my powers, I felt relieved to find someone who could help. I didn't know the two very well, but they seemed like warm-hearted people with good intentions.

Seeing as nobody greeted me at the door, I figured I'd go ahead and start heading to the back and down to the basement. I ran my fingers against a soft armchair as I walked towards the back room and walking through the black curtain that separated the cafe from where the true magic began. I found the staircase to the basement unhidden. Maybe I'm supposed to meet them down here? Curious, I walked down the dark steps slowly towards a faint glow of light at the bottom.

When I reached the final step I heard the voices of Edith and another man that was unknown to me. I paused listening closely, unable to make out almost anything of their conversation. I walked a little further in and noticed a taller man with platinum blonde hair sitting on the ground and Edith carefully doing something around his chest area.

Realizing I am intruding I felt my face get warm with embarrassment, Oh! Uhm, I am so sorry. I paused and looked around the large basement and back at the two who seemed to not notice me until I said something. I can come back another time. I must be too early. Again I am so so so sorry!

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Fri May 05, 2017 2:01 am

Wasn’t like I hadn’t ever had a woman leaning over my chest before. Usually it was due to body shots being on the menu of whatever Lambda Omega Phi party I was throwing. Still it didn’t make this any less awkward considering Edith was probably older than my own Mother and she was close enough I could feel her staggered breaths on my skin. Whatever sigil she was drawing on me was very detailed, requiring a high level of concentration so when we both heard footsteps on the staircase leading down into the basement, I didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t even turn my head. Actually holding my breath. Edith didn’t even look up when a startled voice rang out into the vast emptiness of the space. Nonsense. You’re just in time. Turning my head as slowly as I could, letting out the air that had been strangling in my lungs I gave the new arrival a warm smile. Messy black hair. Enormous glasses. Pixie thin and short, really short. As Fae in stature as I was in hair color. Lucina this is Kai, he’s come to try and tame some wild fire Magick. Kai this is Lucina, your fire brigade for the evening. Edith giggled at her own joke, leaning back tilting her head from side to side still looking at the symbol painted onto my chest. I think that’s it. See my dears, even with the protection circle and the firebrand we’re dealing with unruly Magicks. So I’m taking no chances. I like my store just the way it is without fire damage thank you.

Edith gestured to me to stand still looking over her handy work. I have a few things to organise for the next part. Get yourselves acquainted. I’ll be back. Oh and no funny business let that dry Pointing a finger at my chest she waggled her eyebrows, finally glancing between the two of us. Why did I get the impression that Edith read romance novels in her spare time? Would explain why she’d been extremely proud of her selection of various love potions. I had no idea there were so many kinds until she’d painstakingly gone through the properties of every single one. As her heels knocked against the steps on the way back up to the surface I ran a hand through my hair. “What a way to meet a new witch. Water Element right?” Unlike Shane and Daphne who were both Necromancers I felt enormously comfortable. In comparison it was like greeting a family member. A cousin I just had never had the pleasure of meeting in person.

“Real glad that Edith pulled out all the stops on this. To be honest though, the more precautions she takes, the more concerned I’m getting.”
I did have a case of nerves right now but yet I couldn’t remove the smile on my face. Had to look down at Lucina. I was tall, but next to her I felt like a giant. In many ways knowing that I now had multiple fail safes if things went wrong set me at ease. However knowing that Edith had set up so many stop signs if I lost control, made me wonder if I had been looking at this whole endeavour with pink tinted shades on my face. It wasn’t just about Michelle and being able to get close to her without burning her to a cinder. It was also about the fact I’d never had fire like this at my beck and call. An Earth element who’s secondary was fire almost wrote the book on contradictories. My understanding and control over all forms of Earth based Magicks was impressive. I’d spent my entire life honing my skills. Everything from rock manipulation, to crystals and even the force from the tectonic plates of the Earth’s crust. My abilities concerning my secondary element horrendously paled in comparison. I could do stuff with a lighter. It was about as impressive as a magician pulling a coin from behind a kid’s ear. “If at any point, it looks like I’m about to set my hair on fire, please don’t hesitate to douse me.” Chuckling I walked over to the protection circle admiring the gigantic clusters of white quartz.

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Lucina Mangosteen | Witch; Elementalist

Posted on Wed May 10, 2017 8:12 pm

My face still warm embarrassment, I lifted my hand in an awkward wave in Kai's direction as I walked further into the large, basement room. I stepped over some candle wax that had looked like it had been melted onto the floor for ages, then took in the grandeur of the room. I'd never seen so much occult items and witch-crafting supplies in one place before in my life. I couldn't wait to make future appointments and learn to play with some of the potions and learn new spells.

I let out a small chuckle to myself over Edith's no-funny-business comment Yep! I said with a small smile, I'm not amazing,
but it seems to be my best one. How about yourself?
As I stood next to Kai, I felt as short as a hobbit. Granted, according to the lore I really was in that height range, but I was still very proud of the fact I was over 5 feet, even if it was by 1 inch. Even still, the top of my head barely came up to his shoulders. My eyes scanned his appearance, he was muscular, decently tanned, and had brilliant platinum blonde hair, practically a full opposite of myself.

I adjusted my glasses up my nose with my index finger and took a step back so I wouldn't have to crane my neck to look at his face while talking. I wouldn't worry about it too much, after all, she probably doesn't want someone to contact the fire department.I said with a shrug. I mean other than not wanting her cafe to burn down too. I said in a joking tone with a grin on my face.

I paused and smiled big, I'm sure you're going to do great though. I didn't know that at all. For all I knew this guy was worse at magic than I was. I didn't like the idea of him being nervous, so I continued with my upbeat attitude. Plus, don't sweat it, if there's one thing I'm good at, that's making it pour. Was that weird to say? It felt weird to say. I thought to myself. Protect the hair though, got it! I was so nervous and anxious about meeting a warlock, that I felt like I was all thumbs and full of nonsense. The fact I was trying to not come off as a blubbering idiot was zero help as well.

I remember trying to meet a few self claimed witches and warlocks I found on the internet in the past, but they were more like hipsters who thought Sabrina the Teenage Witch and The Craft were the best things ever. I liked those too, but before discovering what I was, I never felt the need to pretend to be one if I wasn't as much as they were. Though I was probably more upset about how much of my time they wasted. It was hard to drop internet "friends" once you met them in person. Needless to say, I gave up after a couple tries. This was real magic, with real witches and warlocks, with real spells. I was excited to finally use my powers for something other than mundane activities like watering the plants, but I was still nervous I would somehow mess something up. Worst case scenario, I flood the basement and the cafe gains an underground pool. I thought trying to calm my nerves.

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Malakai Greenmantle III | Warlock; Elementalist

Posted on Sun May 14, 2017 6:53 pm

“Earth Primary.” Her smile was infectious. Always tried to have one on my own face too. Dom and Will would joke that it was due to the money my parents had submerged into my teeth. Every single member of the Greenmantle family had a perfect grin. The explanation was partly true. Why hide expensive dentistry? But the frequent expression had more to do with the fact I just liked smiling. Made me feel good. Made others feel good. Was a win/win. “Fire is definitely the red haired step kid. You have a secondary?” Finally another Magick user that I could talk to that hailed from a realm that I was comfortable with. Even if we didn’t share any of the same elemental predispositions we were still related in a sense. I knew all too well the spells that were at two elementalists disposal if they were to work together. My sister Geneva was an air herself. We had the fire secondary in common. Though she had spent far more time in finding a balance than I had.

The positivity radiating from Lucina completely dispelled what nerves had crept up and I nodded, still smiling. “You’re right. This will be fine. I can do this. I’ve almost read myself into a coma. Picked one spell that just sounds…cool.” No other word to describe how I felt about it. Was an offshoot of the first of the spells I had been looking into. A way to remove the magick from my body, form it into something else and just have the effigy chill while I did….other things. Most of those I’d originally found required far more control than I had. That had been part and partial to the fact they still maintained a bond with the caster. Moveable, commutable creatures of flame. Having a little fire imp to play with did sound interesting but having a familiar wasn’t why I was focusing on spells of that nature. “Bennu Ishaara” Proudly stating the name of the spell, I knew it would likely mean nothing to Lucina. It was from a rather obscure coven from the Middle East. Had found references to it in my families grimoire which had prompted a hunt for the spell itself.

“Thanks. Really need my hair in tact. Theres this girl…” I rubbed the back of my neck and shrugged my shoulders. “She’s half the reason why I’m doing this and also partly the cause. You had any experiences with emotional magick?” This was my first. Having either my first or secondary elements triggered by intense emotional stimulus. Just having energy bubble up that hadn’t been there before and needing a way to release it. To use it in some way before it just ate you alive. “When I’m around her I have access to flame that….it’s extraordinary, it really is but I don’t have enough control, don’t know enough fire spells to really make use of it.” Didn’t really want to say that my primary intention was to get rid of it for a while rather than actually utilise it for something. Daphne had said that it appeared to be useful against the shades but unless I was really going to ask Michelle for nudes. Whip out my phone in the middle of a crisis to get inspiration it was hardly going to be applicable.

“Just have to wait for Edith so I can get started. If you need to do anything to prepare then go right ahead. I’ll try to shut up.” Grinning still, having been unable to wipe the smile off my face I tentatively stepped inside the rune on the floor. It would need to be activated in order to have any effect but I was getting a feel of what was soon to be my invisible cage for a while.

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