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[pm] Then she’d be in Antichton. She’s not invulnerable.
Could they have made a mistake? It’s not – she’s proud of what she is, but that is not an offense of any sort, right? Certainly not one that someone could arrest her for.
[pm] No one is infallible, so potentially. It isn’t.
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[pm] I don’t know. But she’s never done anything. Which is which? Also is can’t be killed literal, or someone’s choice? Because I know there’s some beings who essentially cannot die.Right?
[pm] Literal, and that would be the Chasm. Antichton is intended for rehabilitation.
We could attempt to reach out to either prison, but neither act without detailed information on the person they’re taking.
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So normal person dangerous orI see. I hope that this alert didn’t come out of…personal encounters?
Unfortunately so. There was one fatality in that encounter, so people need to be cautious.
blythewonder replied to your post: [pm] What do you know about prisons specifically...
[pm] I know of someone who has gone missing and who might be in one of said prisons. Nothing is confirmed, but I wanted to know more of how they work. If there’s any way to get someone who should not be in one out.
[pm] Which prison? It makes a big difference. One is for trapping away beings who can’’t be killed and are extremely dangerous, the other is intended as a form of rehabilitation for those who are sentient, dangerous and potentially open to change.
[pm] What do you know about prisons specifically designed for the supernatural?
[pm] Those exist?
[an hour later]
We’ve had a couple dealings with them over the years, but they are mostly unknown. There are two in Maine, the Antichton and the Chasm. Why do you ask and what do you need to know?
My Fucking Bad, Alright? || Solo
Dodge stepped inside his office, carefully cradling his precious cargo as he locked the door behind him and carried his satchel to his desk. With a care he didn’t afford to much, he pulled the crystals he’d bought today out and placed them on his desk, inspecting each for cracks as he went. He couldn’t afford for them to be leaking magic, not --
“Adding to your collection?” Someone sneered, causing Dodge to spin on his heel, caught off guard. He hadn’t authorised this, and no one else had Roger’s hand prints or biometric data. That just wasn’t possible. But in the corner of room stood a hulk of a man, straight out of Men in Black, glaring at Roger with a good dose of hate. Which was not good. Dodge had his gun, but a few bullets wouldn’t stop the momentum of this man crushing here. Keeping himself polite and unconcerned, he stepped away from his bag.
“How did you get in here?” Roger asked, ever courteous.
“You haven’t talked to me via anything other than email for months and don’t even recognise me?” The hulk replied, but it still took a moment for Roger to recognise him from the many photos of Roger’s few friends he’d seen over the last 5 minutes. Shit. This was Bruce. The Bruce. No surname Bruce. Almost no file on him as a part of a deal Bruce. Bruce who specialised in mental magic.
Bruce who was going to blow everything straight to hell.
“Dear friend or not, you know how seriously I take security.” Dodge continued, hand resting calmly on the hold of his gun. But the corner of his mouth was turned up lightly, trying to keep it cool and friendly.
“Dear friend or not, you know how seriously I take people masquerading as dear friends. Who are you?” Fuck.
“Roger Hawthorne.”
“Who are you?” Bruce asked more forcefully this time. So forcefully, in fact, that Dodge was starting to get a headache. Like someone was drilling screws all around his skull. Or perhaps it was something more sinister.
“Roger. Hawthorne.”
“WHO ARE YOU?”
The voice boomed only in his mind as the walls holding the pressure back collapsed, knocking Dodge to his knees. He groaned, hands cradling his head as the full force of Bruce’s mind forced its way in like a fucking tornado, ripping up memories as it went. Bruce stripped away everything about him, his past his present, his future, and when he stopped, blood was trickling down Dodge’s nose, moaning low. For a long moment, he couldn’t see anything but the memories Bruce had dragged to the surface. The death of his parents, the first time he’d intentionally conned someone, the first time something he did had lead indirectly to someone’s death.
“Will it work?”
Dodge groaned, staying on the floor. “The fuck do you mean?” The world was still spinning for Christ’s sake, what had Bruce missed in his head?
“The enchantment from the Horrors.” Bruce said. Right. That. Dodge looked over at Bruce and shrugged. Months of collecting powerful crystals full of magic had left him with with a hell of a lot of horsepower, and he had the Latin from the horrors. A few other bits and pieces too.
“Dunno. Hope so. It could work, it could not, it could make everything worse.”
Bruce scoffed. “I’m in. Rather have the chance of my friend back than a piece of shit like you.”
Which Dodge thought was pretty damn rich for the guy who executed people by stripping them of their memories.
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Dodge stared at the hole they’d scorched into the earth. The air stopped whipping around them, the trees settled, and slowly the squirrels started their chattering again. The blinding light was still lighting up his retinas long after it had faded, but it was a small price to pay if this worked. If he could stop pretending to be this asshole, go back to his life, to not have to think about what he was doing and cover the repercussions of every little thing.
“Roger?” Bruce asked, as Dodge started to feel the tendrils of mental invasion pushing at his mind.
Well, fuck.
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@hawthorne-inmyside replied to your post “[pm] How are you recovering?”
[pm] I wouldn’t have believed you if you weren’t in pain. There’s no shame in that.
[pm] The pain is bearable. I mean it sucked, don’t get me wrong. But I’m still more terrified about that creepy mime monster behind the restaurant. He must still be roaming that alley right?
Also about those scars…
[pm] Potentially. I’m monitoring potential sightings but there haven’t been any since. There have been a few in some of the AR files we have, however.
blancheharlow replied to your post “While the police are already aware of this and are likely already...”
What, like a mime gone rogue or something? What did he do, speak?
Heh. Something like that, although I would have preferred if speak was all he did.
Why would anyone want to go there in the first place?
That’s not a bad question, but I suppose it appeals to families and similar types. Given how children can be, it’s all the more important people are aware.
While the police are already aware of this and are likely already investigating and working to resolve the issue to alert people of a dangerous person who appears to hang around behind You, Mime, and Ours for your own safety. I’m not spreading this to instill fear, just awareness. Most people would have no reason to be behind YMO, but extra caution does no harm.
Blood Mime || Roger and Molly
OOC A thing
Hey guys. So. As some of you have probably noticed, I haven’t been as active as I ought to be. It’s not fair for me to rp at a different standard to everyone else, so I’ve decided that for the time being, because of his importance to the scribes, I’m going to make Roger a peripheral character. I’m still going to be plotting and everything with him, I have some exciting plots in mind and in progress, and would still love to do things with him, so hit me up, I would love to do things! I’ve reached out to my para partners and those plots won’t be dropped either.
I’m really sorry about this, and if you’re concerned about how this will affect your characters or plots, please get in touch. <3
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No, I don’t think we have. My name is Lark Spur. What’s your name?
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Spur. I’m Roger Hawthorne, I’m the chief scribe of the Ashkent Creek chapter.
I would like to gently remind people that magical artifacts may not be as energetically stable as one thinks, and storing them beside each other may result in adverse effects such as explosions and growing new extremities. Some of these effects are less reversible than others.
liesanders
What would a rough reminder be?
[pm] Don’t tell my customers that, you’ll ruin my business.
Discovering the potential effects first hand.
[pm] Or you might.
reedhan
[pm]You could build a home in there and it’d still be one of the creepiest places in town,
It’s probably all destroyed by now.
[pm] That’s true. Maybe it’ll become a yearly occurrence, furniture pops up in the Cave of Voices and no one knows why. Then one day all of it disappears before coming back again the following year.
[pm] Why the fuck would that happen
I highly doubt that. It was a one time magical incident, not a powerful curse.