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Mar 27, 2015 19:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 19:11:41 GMT -5
If Colton was anything, he was indeed a magic man. Sure, he could cast spells, but that isn't what he would say describes him as a 'magic man' at all. Seated at a small stone table meant for chess games, he had instead taken it over for his own game...of Magic. A widely popular card game that just so happens to be socially unacceptable to play in public, much to the chagrin of Colton who didn't seem to care all that much. Before him lay a wide array of cards in mid-game, but he was by himself, playing both sides of the fight. This, paired with the fact that some of the cards were floating garnered a few odd stares, and even a few hostile glares from those who disliked the idea of 'supernaturals.' He did not consider himself a 'supernatural' - instead simply a Human who happened to be born with a talent, like those with savantism. Thankfully, no person was brave enough to cause a scene. Besides, he was harmless!
Colton flipped the top card of the deck to his left over, tilting his head to read its description then shrugged. It appeared to be a war between Red and Green cards versus Blue and White cards, but other than that an outside observer probably couldn't decipher exactly what was going on without knowing the game. He snatched a coke hovering next to him out of the air and sat back, tossing his cards across the table haphazardly. The game was finished, apparently. "Cute idea, terrible in practice...why can't I get this to work, damnit?" He grumbled, eyeing the Red and Green cards with contempt normal people would reserve for their enemies. Setting the coke down mid-air, he leaned forward and picked up one of the white cards in the center, titled "Archangel of Thune" and stared at the art. If it wasn't the challenge of making a deck work that drew him in, it'd be the artwork. Colton did not quite understand how they could make such beautiful work even for the most mundane of cards and still have a working business. He was by no means an art major, and his artistic knowledge encompassed a whole 'Picasso did stuff' but it seemed to him that these simple card drawings could be famous works on their own.
But maybe there was some grand understanding of art that he simply did not comprehend yet. Colton set the card down and waved his hand, making both decks rapidly pile onto each other and begin to shuffle themselves mid-air while he grabbed his drink. For now, he felt like he was done playing and for once he looked around the park to see what was going on. It wasn't quite nighttime yet, but getting there. The sun might as well have already set over where he was sitting, as the nearby buildings stopped most sunlight from getting through but one could still see without the aid of street lamps just yet. This area was not known for its vampires - as far as he knew - so he was not too concerned with paying attention to his surroundings, but one never knew for sure. Colton turned around, and proceeded to watch the passerbys in the park proper. A few joggers were still around - some people on bikes too. He was alone at the chess tables, and had been for the better part of an hour. His use of magic drove off a couple of elderly there earlier; or that's what he thought made them leave.
The thought of 'elderly' made him chuckle. Colton was easily three times their age, and yet even he still referred to them as 'elderly.'
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Apr 1, 2015 5:00:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 5:00:33 GMT -5
It had been exhilarating. Her latest mission had gone off on such a success and Viktor was so proud she felt content. It meant she did not have to strive for a kill, and for a long time she longed to have some sort of harmonious night. Viktor had dismissed her not that long ago. Though she was disappointed in him not wanting to spend more time with her, even if it had been for a celebration, she shrugged off the idea that was grating on her. He was visiting someone else, someone much prettier than herself, someone who was more clever. Yet she loved him most, damn it! She hated the fact that he would not see it. Had she not proved it enough? Did she not risk everything, even the love of power for him? Never did she feel truly appreciated. Yet tonight he was so proud of her. Wanting his love so bad, she held the faint hope that this was slowly his way of telling her that she meant just as much to him as he did to her.
Now however she was trailing the area. She had not visited this place before. It held nothing of any real interest, nothing to keep her in the bit amused. Danger called to her like a lovers embrace, wanting her to delve deeper into the very real possibility of death. Each time it came out rewarding: she would get to kill, feeling the warm red substance touch her skin.The power of holding life and death over another being was truly exhilarating. It beat anything else in the world. Killing someone or indeed a group of people was like chess. It was part of her job to be an Inquisitor, with a side of killing for her siblings, and to be of use to the Scarlett Council. Each piece of the board had to align exactly right to get everything perfect. If not then it could all crumble and checkmate would occur. Marissa was too good to be simply outmanoeuvred like that though she had seen it be done to a couple of people whom she knew. It was a lesson of never fully underestimating the other person; especially desperate people who have nothing left to lose.
The people around her were enjoying themselves. Some were riding their bikes, not a care in the world. Waking slowly, nothing was catching her eye. A couple of elderly people stopped her in her tracks. “It was not right Callum. All of it! I don’t get why their kind are even allowed to be here with us.” Slowly she approached them. She hated the weakness of an ordinary human. Perhaps her village turning against her and her mother allowed the hatred for the fragile species to develop in such a way. “That my dear would be because we are better than you. If I ever hear another word about it on the subject of you saying anything bad about us again, I will come and kill you. Do you understand?” The woman and man blanched at her, nodded and quickly tried to escape. A small smile formed on her lips. She would make good on her word if the time ever came. For now, she would see what the fuss was about.
When she finally reached her destination, she watched him from afar. “Playing by yourself is not that much fun surely?” Leaning upon a tree nearby, she had been watching him for the last few minutes. If he was pulling all of the moves then he was not challenging himself at all. What would be the actual purpose of that? Each to their own the saying goes. Still she found it rather unusual, even by her standards. “It seems like you have made quite an impression on other people.” A smile formed on her face. Whatever he had done had pushed the partners off earlier.
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Apr 1, 2015 12:18:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 12:18:58 GMT -5
The two floating, self-shuffling decks gently fell to the table on opposite sides, as if ready for another game. He was considering it, since it seemed the world around him was of no interest at that particular moment. With a wave of a hand, he quickly hovered his empty soda can to a nearby trash bin and was ready to draw the first hand when he heard Marissa regarding him from a distance. Colton turned to get a good look at her; maybe they had met before, she looked familiar, but he couldn't say for sure when or where. When one had no set life span, the years blended together. "I'm deck testing. I'm trying to see their base strengths and weaknesses. It's fun for me, at least." He shrugged, lifting his feet up to turn around on the bench to face Marissa.
"I cast a few cantrips to shuffle my cards and hold my hands in place, but I wasn't hurling magic about like a crazed warlock. But, can you blame them? We are...new, to them. Strange. An unknown. People fear the unknown. You could blame them for their lack of willingness to understand it, or try to show them it's not all that bad. Magi don't go around slaughtering humans wholesale. It's not as if they have anything to fear from us, nor should they." He stated flatly then paused, eyeing Marissa over. "I trust you disagree..." He winced, glancing skyward as if try to remember something. "Have we met before? I mean, I'm pretty sure we have. I can't recall your name, though."
Except, if the person he had in mind was the same of the woman before him, he felt no joy seeing her. If anything, he was internally disgusted and admittedly a little scared. The Inquisitorial branch of the Council made his stomach churn. Torture. A horrible practice thought to bleed information, when all it did was spill lies. People say and do anything to make the pain stop. More traditionalism; existing simply because it has been that way. Despite what he felt on the inside, he smiled. "Either way...Hello, I'm Colton. I like magic, long walks on the beach, and killing Necromancers. Who are you?"
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Apr 1, 2015 18:34:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 18:34:54 GMT -5
Marissa had lived for so long that she had seen a great many faces in her lifetime. A great many died: some by her hand, some by others. Some of them betrayed her and some loved her. He did not seem to be someone whom she remembered. This in itself seemed plausible, she did not keep a track of all magi. Yet she felt like she should of. Well whatever she did or did not know, she would find this out soon enough. The man had scared off the people around him. Whether this meant it was a strong powerful man would be found out in due course. For now, she just observed.
When she listened to his explanation of their reaction, she had to stop from laughing. Was he seriously that naïve of their nature? It did not matter how long the humans knew about them, there was always hatred in their hearts. The travellers who knew she was a waterbender still feared her after she had saved their lives countless times. That was only one of a great many times when she held onto the delusional believe that humans would actually appreciate and treasure them just as much as any other being. No when she learnt this was not to be, her heart truly steeled against their fickle nature. “I hate to burst your bubble but they see us as an abomination. Time does not change their hearts. They yearn for power and resent us for having those abilities. Still time will teach you that you are deluding yourself in due course.”
Therefore, it was not only her who thought they saw the other before. This was puzzling indeed. Surely, she would have remembered him. “I am not sure. I do not think so.” She should have hidden her confused face. She did not. She was trying to recollect any information she had on him. This failing she looked up directly at him. Arching her eyebrow, she was surprised by not only his name but apparently a few hobbies he possessed. “I am Marissa. I like… food, magic and music.”
Why she copied him, she had no notion. Nor did she understand why she told him what she liked. Hardly anyone knew that. It just seemed like the right thing to say. Slowly she approached him. Her eyes looked to the cards. She never really had the knack of playing cards. Perhaps it was due to no one showing her how. “What is so wrong with the necromancers?”
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Apr 1, 2015 18:59:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 18:59:46 GMT -5
Colton reached his arm down into the backpack hidden by the table stand, retrieving a can of soda from within. "Well pfft, of course. I'll agree some will always think that way. The close-minded and the ignorant will continue to exist, perhaps even flourish in the coddling society we have. But," He paused to pull the tab, cracking open the can as a blanket of frost quickly sheathed the outside, chilling its contents. Before he continued, he took a small sip and cleared his throat. "...to make blanket statements is to be as ignorant as those you generalize. I'd even argue that now, despite the growing culture of stupidity, it's also fostering a movement of acceptance. First blacks, then gays, now supernaturals. It'll be even easier for us, I posit, as we are all as diverse as humanity...and we generally have no choice in the matter in what we are."
Setting his can 'down' in mid-air, it hovered around chest height and allowed him to turn around and collect the decks on the table to store them away in his backpack, presumably in some sort of container as the sound of velcro could be heard. "Well whether or not we have, Marissa, it's still nice to meet another Magi. Honestly, I figured the Council was going to pay me another visit. They seem to enjoy 'checking up' on me every so often." Colton was not the greatest, most powerful mage ever in history, but he was accomplished as an academic man. He was never approached to be a Council Member, but offered the title of Head Mage a couple times - and refused. In his experience, the Council did not like being told 'no.' How amusing, like a toddler not getting their way. At least their tantrums were quieter.
The question of necromancy made him scoff - nearly choke on the drink he had just taken. "Excuse me?" He sounded completely taken aback, as if he just heard someone condone Stalin's mass murder of his own people. "If you have to ask that, you either like what they do or have never met one. They're disgusting people who rob graveyards and just love to test out their newfound spells or pets out on the living. I dislike ending another's life, but if there's an exception, it's them. Watching the light die in their eyes is a pleasure without equal. No good can come from evil magics and while they might possibly maybe exist, I've yet to encounter a Necromancer who was not sick and demented."
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