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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:41 am
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Jack stepped through his portal as it closed behind him. "Yes blood magic, I don't normally use it though. If you want to see more, find Ms. Marcellus. She'll be Mrs. Albright soon though... Indeed, his friend's wedding date continued to get closer and closer. It was strange, to think that a blood witch would fall in love with a vampire, Jack still wasn't quite entirely sure how he felt about it. He wanted to be happy for her, to let go of old prejudices, to somehow fully accept this strange mixed world he was going to be inhabiting until the buzz with the Russians was over with.
So a good twenty years or so.
He sighed slightly when he saw that Bast had taken matters into her own hands and had left to go about her business by herself. He still felt a little guilty about what he had done all those years ago, and was ashamed that he was part of the reason that Bast refused to touch him out of a sense of self-preservation.
He tugged on his gloves, feeling a bit too warm. He had nicked his finger through the glove and had then repaired it with a small spell, but now felt like a good time to take them off. He shucked them off his hands, revealing intricate tattoos that was reminiscent of lace. They were what marked him as a "Chairman" even if the society was disbanded, they were still functioning de-facto with the four remaining sane members here on this island. Their goal was to further the magical arts, and they had all done so in their own ways over the past several centuries, who knew what the future would bring?
Jack wrinkled his nose at the oaf's curse. "Haven't heard that one before."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:11 am
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Jack looked down his nose at the little bundle of dried plant in the oaf's and, then back up at the oaf's face, then again at his hand. "No. I do not have any rolling paper. And truthfully, I find the scent of that foul weed to close for comfort of a particularly bad habit of mine that I would much rather remain dead."
Jack was referring to the uncanny semblance of the sweet scent of opium, the plant had nearly killed him before he had joined the church. That was a rather dark time in his life, he had been in the throes of depression due to the catastrophe, and did his darnedest to forget as much as he could. It had worked until he had run out of money, that was when a witch-hunter had recruited him, and the rest was history.
He had assumed that opium didn't cause any harm to the body as well, but that was also in time proven to be false. He had been lucky to stop at a point where his wits were still intact.
Jack pulled a thin white cigarette from nowhere, the scent of tobacco curling around him in a vibrant sea-green cloud. "Good Day Mr. Throm, enjoy your stay." With that Jack disappeared, teleporting back to his quarters within the castle. A sharp crack punctuating his departure, the cloud of smoke from his cigarette dissipating on a breeze. Heavy Metal Dragoon Sorry this took so long, school kinda put a stranglehold on me.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 3:05 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 5:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:29 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 8:39 am
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