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Re: [SS] Hazy Silhouette

Post  Erin Lightheart on Sun Oct 23, 2016 10:19 am

The strange, sorrowful expression that Erin was wearing was likely not the reaction Birdway had been expecting after such a brilliant demonstration of raw power. Despite the seemingly benevolent intent behind the act, it only served to remind her of the horrors of the world. Ultimate 'Power' which could only cause destruction in its wake being so casually utilized, and by a child no less? Every single part of what she had just witnessed was horrifying and shook her to her core.

In fact, her body noticeably shook as she snapped out of her stupor and hurried along to assist the poor girl the men had been abusing, planning to offer her a shoulder to help with walking. Since she had done a fairly good job of obscuring her feelings so far, it would likely appear to Birdway that it was a tremble of awe, fear, or even excitement.

The girl, however, had vanished even as the men remained. Did she go into hiding after being freed from the thugs, or perhaps was she vaporized somehow in the blast? She shook her head and removed such a negative conclusion from her mind before calling out with a slightly raised voice for her.

"It's okay...we're not going to hurt you. The scary men are gone now. We can protect you, if you need it. If you'd rather go it alone, then we won't interfere."

The request to flee the scene had not gone unnoticed, but through her actions, she made clear to her explosion-happy companion that they were not going to leave without the poor girl they had rescued from a fate worse than death if she had still been lurking around there helplessly somewhere. If they were going to just leave her after all of that, what was the point of even expending the effort? That said, if she received no response, then it was time to leave.

"That...is that so-called 'Magic' you were talking about earlier? I guess that would make you one of those so-called 'Magicians' you were talking about, too..."

Having never introduced herself as a Magician to Birdway, nor having ever used Magic once throughout the entire encounter or ever indicating she knew or understood anything about that world, it was probably best to remind her of that. Now that her companion had openly utilized Magic in front of someone she didn't even know was a Magician or not, Erin wondered about the consequences of being a witness to the explosion.

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Re: [SS] Hazy Silhouette

Post  Leivinia Birdway on Sun Oct 23, 2016 2:59 pm

Admittedly Mark could only bite his own lip upon realising the detail he had just allowed himself to slip. However, with a soft smile, as the two of them were charging down the alleys and roads, he’d shrug it off as nothing too out there. After all she would have found out eventually.

«I guess you caught me there.»

What didn’t allow him to keep his calm smile was another fact, he’d all too dearly hoped to forget for the moment.

«This is bad. The tension here is bad as it is, this might cause…»

«Indeed. Right now we can’t say how things will turn from here on out. But this is the least of my worries right now…»

Knowing Leivinia Birdway all too well, Mark was sure that the outcome wouldn’t hit the disaster the girl imagined. If taking experience for an example, the man in the formal suit, was sure that if anyone in this town could act this careless and get away with it, then it was Birdway. She was the kind of person to always know exactly what move she’d take and how she’d do it. That’s how the Dawn Coloured Sunlight had survived this long, even though their base of operations was right in front of the Anglican Church’s nose. In the end, though, he still couldn’t shake off his worries about that entirely.

Not to forget that there was an even bigger one present.

«Whatever caused her to take such action worries me the most.»

No matter who or what the reason for this sudden outburst was, if it had been enough to lead Birdway to blow her cover, it most certainly had to be somewhat troublesome. Holding his breath as he sprinted through a mass of innocent civilians, the sounds his ears perceived gave him an additional drive.


The clatter of armours, the hushing of shadows, the sound of Italian leather soles being ruined, the shouts of commands and the spread of unrest.

It seemed a single collection of explosions had set everything into motion. All of Whitby was in a hurry. All was drawn towards a single point.


As she noticed the change in the city’s atmosphere, Birdway for a moment considered that she might have overdone it. But having her glance sway over the beaten victims to her attack, she reassured herself that she had done the right thing when wiping the ground with those rags. Even though there was nobody to ever express their gratitude — not that she’d ask for it.

«It’s okay...we're not going to hurt you. The scary men are gone now. We can protect you, if you need it. If you'd rather go it alone, then we won't interfere.»

«Don’t waste your breath, Fool. This woman has already slipped away quite a while ago. I believe it was somewhere between me interfering and the explosions. Truly interesting.»

Not patient enough to wait out the unlikely event of a response, Birdway once again cut in, taking a few steps into the direction of the spot where the woman had been suspended only a short while ago. While everything, from the walls to the ground was entirely torn up due to the explosions, she could still pinpoint the exact location from memory alone. However no matter how far she’d look, that person had disappeared. And as her speech had hinted, the exact moment of their flight had entirely escaped her attention. Truly intriguing.

«That…is that so-called 'Magic' you were talking about earlier? I guess that would make you one of those so-called 'Magicians' you were talking about, too…»

She could have sworn…no maybe it had been just a failure in her intuition. Nonetheless she would daringly tilt her head over her shoulder to cast blue hair and hat girl Erin the glance of the truly malicious, befitting of a warning over what she had just set foot into.

«Yes, this is Magic. Remember it well. From now on until the end of your stay in this town you won’t be able to escape it any longer.»

There was no point in keeping secrets, nor was there any in lying or even erasing someone’s memory, let alone kill them. If that had been her intention, Birdway would have never allowed for the girl to step out into the streets this night to begin with. Truthfully, if she was desiring to reach the bottom of this incident, Erin Lightheart would have to take a deep dive into this world with all the cruel realities it harboured.

«Now let’s go before the really annoying pests arrive.»

Everything could be discussed at a later point; pretty much making this clear with her rather calm imperative, she’d simply walk on. Not running, but actually walking as ladylike and relaxed as one could be.

They would only continue to walk for a little while, before Birdway would quickly use another spell to unlock a door at what seemed to be random but was actually thorough calculation, head into a building, make her way through and leave again through its main door, escaping directly and with perfect timing into a main street that by now had already been covered by a still growing mass of both civilians and cosplayers.

Of course with this great a confusion, a large mass wouldn’t even take note of someone casually leaving a building through a main door, diving straight into them. Priorities were elsewhere.


It was just natural, wasn’t it?


As the gathering grew into a size that no longer could be overlooked by ordinary eyes, Mark Space and company would finally arrive at the scene as well, or rather the outskirts of the scene, had the entire area been covered by dozens if not hundreds of people. A mass so impossible to overlook with ordinary eyes that even though one would focus on each face with great attention, the next moment a change in the formation would occur, everything would just become blurry again.

Cursing his inability to move even faster under his breath, right about to raise and wave the white flag all of a sudden something would cross his sight and it was…

Blue.

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Re: [SS] Hazy Silhouette

Post  Sir Alexander Beathen on Mon Oct 24, 2016 4:38 pm

Like an annoying little pest, the golden hair Knight couldn't focus his mind on more important matters. This annoyance that was the marbles was nibbling at his focus and sense of rationality, but how long was it that he knew just how things have turned awfully terrible for them.

With each marble that was either crushed or caught had the spell's effect waned and allowed Alexander a further insight of what was truly going on. The look on the police's faces, the expressions they had told the knight everything. With the exception of two police officers who was actually helping, the others weren't affected at all, and this was appalling for any negotiations to start on equal footing.

Alexander wanted to approach them as a friend, more of an ally than someone who just barged in to take control. But there was something else which was bothering the young knight, something that seemed very obvious but has escaped his notice until the moment he picked up another marble into his left hand.

There were blood and lots of it and traced it back to the source leading straight to the fake police officer and magician. His arm was cut clean off, but this wasn't by his own actions right the knight thought looked at his sheathed blade he was pretty sure he never even drew it.

...clang...

A sword smacked the ground crushing another marble, and it was that moment he realised the true disaster of this situation. So much so he hadn't noticed at that moment the spells effect had weakened to the point Alexander was no longer affected as those two police officers were gathering up the final marbles.

"There is blood on Sir Moore's blade."

Things were out of control, and his mind was finally shocked back to normality with a sound of a gunshot. And one of the police officers stood forward clearly stating his attention.

«I don’t care who you claim to be. I don’t care what this is all about. But you are most definitely not something we can just tolerate. Freeze. You are under arrest!»

Alexander had cursed under his breath as he put together what had happened. He wasn't sure if the magician planned everything up to this point, but he didn't think he planned on losing an arm and he was slowly bleeding to death with the police officers lacking the resources to treat him. The only choice they had was to reach the local medical services outside the station, and that would mean adventuring in the fog putting themselves at further risk.

He had no doubt some of them would attempt just that, but there were two issues here, the magician reacted to their attempt to find the one called Paul and delayed us to that effect. But the life of one police officer was no longer an issue compared to what had happened.

Turning his eyes to Sir Moore, Alexander had no idea how the spell affected him, and he can only guess that his defensive instinct overcame him at that moment when he struck against the magician. To be fair Alexander had almost done the same thing, but as the soldiers of the crown this was a terrible move to make and was the reason he managed to restrain himself at the last second.

While he can't exactly entirely blame Sir Moore, there was the question hanging over his honour in regards to the situation at least until he explains what happened from his viewpoint.

Striking down a magician of the church had the danger of leading to a faction war. And no only that they were basically in conflict with the local authority forces. Everything was a total disaster, and it would only get worse if they allow that magician to die despite being a bastard.

"Relax, I'm going to put down my weapon and push it away." Alexander said who disarmed himself by pushing his sword away, though doing that meant nothing to him as he could still reach his sword faster than anyone from his position if things got worse. But it was a symbolic act that he was ready to comply and considering the possibility of a faction war breaking out once word of what happened here got out.

Rank was a meaningless factor, and he had hoped Sir Moore would understand the meaning behind his words.

"Sir Moore, you need to put down your weapon right now." Alexander said who remembered the title but was clearly frustrated by what happened. Alexander continued to act as he thought was the right step and that was to what he can to help with the issue of the dying magician.

And as he spoke Sir Alexander started to hold up his hands showing further he was complying with the police.
"Look let's relax and address the issue of your friends wounds. Let me tend them and I can promise you he will live. Hell if it would make you feel more comfortable to put a gun to my head I don't care, but we need to save his life or hes going to bleed to death before you get any outside medical help." Alexander said with confidence hoping it would be enough to allow him to heal the magician.

He might have been a bastard, and he was using this police officer as tools, and the doors of the factions tensions may have just been blown open by this simple act of defence. But things would be unsalvageable if they just let him die here.

He couldn't let that magician die.

This wasn't about personal pride or reputation, this was about stopping a possible faction war from breaking out without any chance of diplomatic measures to solve it.

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Post  Vita Vesta Caesar on Wed Oct 26, 2016 8:12 am

As more and more marbles were destroyed, Moore steadily regained the excess focus needed to examine the situation. And at this point, with the spell all but gone, he was fully aware of what had happened. He'd screwed up. There was no other way to put it. When he'd turned to strike, his intention not been to attack, but to disarm. His blade had been directed towards the magician's extremities, as his spiritual tool would likely be within that area, and the very next second he would have visually confirmed the exact location and prevented its use with the utmost precision. There should have been no problem. With the proper justification backing his actions, he would have been able to warn the magician of the consequences of interfering further, and then Moore and Beathen could have gone out to find Moore. He doubted Necessarius would just give up there, but they would not likely have attempted anything so blatant again.

But the magician had been a half-step faster than he was. Only a half-step. If he had been a full step ahead, then they would have simply been placed under the spell and rendered helpless. If he had been slower than Moore, than there would've have been any issues either. But the magician had been a half-step faster. Just fast enough to cast his spell. Just fast enough to interfere with Moore's strike. Just fast enough to result in the scarlet red that stained his sword, the floor, and the body of the magician. This would certainly become an incident. It was too early to tell the scale or whether he or the magician would ultimately be judged to be in the right, but he knew he would face consequences regardless. But that would come after he dealt with the still developing situation in the present. How it would develop from here would decisively affect the scale and nature of the incident, and what sort of effects it would have on him, the magician, Necessarius and the Knights, and the power balance between them.

«I don’t care who you claim to be. I don’t care what this is all about. But you are most definitely not something we can just tolerate. Freeze. You are under arrest!»

Moore found himself thanking the policeman for waiting this long to come to his senses. If they had done this earlier, before they reduced the effects of the spell, then things would have turned even uglier. They would not have been in any state to comply, after all. But thanks to their kindness, Moore was able to stop in his tracks, complying with their requests. He dropped his sword and put his hands behind his head; signs of surrender and compliance. His intent was to make himself seem as non-threatening as possible. Right now, the police's heads were surely burning; they were no special forces, so a surreal sight like a sword cleanly severing an arm right before their eyes would have had a profound effect on them. Even if it was like pouring a glass of water into a fire, it was imperative that he show his lack of intent to inflict further harm.

"Relax, I'm going to put down my weapon and push it away. Sir Moore, you need to put down your weapon right now."

Beathen disarmed as well, though he hadn't taken the preemptive measure of making a further sign of surrender, and implored that Moore do so as well. As he had already done so, there was little meaning in that respect, but hopefully the fact that Beathen, who had not participated in the same violence as he had, complied so peacefully and calmly, as well as the appearance of Moore following suit would serve to calm the police further.

At this point in time, Moore didn't trust himself to speak, so he simply allowed Beathen to do the talking. In the police's eyes, he was a threat, so any action he took would receive several in return. At this point in time, him taking action would only serve to worsen the situation. Ironically, this was the purpose Beathen had originally been brought along for: negotiation, peaceful communication. Even if this was hardly the manner in which either of them had expected Beathen to be of help, it seemed he would be able to contribute nonetheless.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Sat Oct 29, 2016 5:57 pm

The entire Vampire of Whitby Incident had been a catastrophe on too many levels. Looking at the gun powder of conflict that was covering the town’s entirety alone it was already terrifying enough to make a simple step. However that was only one of the worlds affected. If one thought the Vampire of Whitby Incident only moved those of the Magic Side, then they were entirely wrong. As much as it affected the occult it also affected the normal worlds of normal people.

Those police officers had been normal people, unaware of the other worlds’ existence. While some individuals from that place had crossed the border it had only added a more foreign taste to what was already way too confusing to follow.

The «vampire», the tourism explosion and the chains of weird events attached with both. It had set all local authorities on the highest stage of alert. Weapons were handed out to the policemen just to function as safety measures for the sake of protecting the people. With not many in their ranks experienced in the usage of guns and the like, another layer of pressure was added on top. The police were at their limit of everything. Confused, afraid and shocked, their reaction to all of this was only natural.

And when they had drawn the weapons they had been given and pointed them at the men responsible for breaking the final layer of peace, they had been ready to make a move – even if not sure whether it was the right option or not.

«Relax, I'm going to put down my weapon and push it away.»

«Sir Moore, you need to put down your weapon right now.»

As the two men in shiny armours had laid down their weapons, an undefinable silence would linger between the two factions. The policemen hadn’t expected cooperation and then again they had been rooting for exactly that. They didn’t know what to expect, were they dealing with an entirely foreign force. They didn't know what to do. They couldn’t know.

Silence, glances cast towards those that were by their sides.

«Look let's relax and address the issue of your friends wounds. Let me tend them and I can promise you he will live. Hell if it would make you feel more comfortable to put a gun to my head I don't care, but we need to save his life or hes going to bleed to death before you get any outside medical help.»

It didn’t cause an immediate reaction. They were torn internally, seeping to the external. Their confusion and inability to keep up this situation was breaking through on the outside. They didn’t wish to trust the two men who had easily relied on plain violence; they didn’t know how they could perform deeds different from their desperate attempts and yet again the way the blonde man spoke felt as if they could trust his words; if only slightly.

In the end, the man that had taken the first step before, took a second step by slowly lowering his gun’s barrel. Over a longer stretch his colleagues followed suit, one at the time.

«…Go ahead…but only one wrong move from you and we’ll all know what to do.»

In the end they could not say if what that man would be trying to do, could actually change the outcome they weren’t able to affect. But for the sake of the comrade that lay behind them in a state closer to death and farther to life, they would comply. Forming a corridor in their human wall, they would allow a single man to move past them. The other one, who had blood on his blade, however they would pierce with sharp gazes.

They had been given a chance. It may have been their victory after nearly the entire war had been lost. However destiny was a bitch.

As procedures commonly demanded in all groups with authority and a unit oriented structure, all members would be given a means of instantaneous communication. For policemen it’d be their radios, for doctors their pagers and for the knights a simple charm hidden in their armour. And it was said charm that’d activate in the worst moment.

««Sir Moore! Requesting support. As result of a fight between Magicians a large commotion has broken out in the town. This is too outrageous to contain applying standard protocols. We’re awaiting you at Point A-17!»»

The abruptness of the message alone gave out how bad the situation at hand was. If going by the loose statements made by the other side, one could easily understand that whatever was going on went beyond the normal training or even the plans they had discussed beforehand. It was the kind of scenario you considered, yet never hoped it’d occur, so you’d only name it the worst case and leave some major outlines that would make clear that context focused problem solving was the immediate better course of action.

Clearly, though, the situation had gotten urgently troublesome, demanding immediate action.

But was that really a good thing with what was at hand right here and right now?

Just a moment ago, really only a bunch of seconds ago they had won a tiny bit of trust from the local policemen’s side. Something they had only been able to acquire by entire cooperation. They had promised to help their comrade and disarmed to show their lack of ill intention. With the arrival of the call for help however, things changed.

Two choices were placed before them.

Stay here to solve the misunderstanding with the local police no matter how long it’d take

or

Break off the attempt at peacemaking to calm the storm that had newly broken out.

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Post  Albrekka Starbright on Sat Oct 29, 2016 8:51 pm

He would run alongside Mark, through the streets, heading towards ground zero.  It was clear around him that many others were moving, perhaps even faster than they.  If that were the case, it was entirely possible that Leivinia would slip through the crowd.  From what he had heard of her, she was not very easy to catch or meet, and in most instances you would not want to.  This attack proved as much, and considering who Leivinia was, it was likely not the vampire; any magician worth their salt knew such a basic attack would do nothing to one.

As they reached ground zero, it was clear that their speed was not sufficient; the mixing of magicians of many different backgrounds felt like a thick haze, thicker than the haze they had been running through.  But, it was obvious.

"Whatever happened here has left already."

The magicians were all looking about, trying to gather a sense of what had occurred.  But then, in that moment...

Blue had flashed before Albrekka's eyes.  A wave, like hair?  He would look in the direction of the movement.  It was her usual attire, though he only had a glimpse of her before she vanished into an alleyway.  It was Erin Lightheart.

A year ago, they had found themselves working together on a rather odd case, Erin was pivotal to finding out what was going on, never finding enough clues to use the magic he prided himself in.  If anyone could find Leivinia or this vampire, it was her; he himself had not even planned to find the vampire directly, thinking it impossible.  If she was interested in this event, this could certainly be a useful opportunity.

Albrekka would break from Mark and the group of magicians to follow her.  She had hoped that perhaps Mark would follow suit, also realizing that Leivinia would not be found easily in such a crowd, but in the end it did not matter as he had figured out who the girl was and she was certainly safe wherever she went.  Though why Mark was so insistent on making sure she was safe was curious.  

Once they were far enough away, Albrekka would call out for her in the hopes for her to notice, but it was also obvious that someone was dragging her along.  A short girl with blonde hair.  Could that be Leivinia?  Talk about coincidences.

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Post  Erin Lightheart on Sun Oct 30, 2016 1:34 am

Birdway's vaguely threatening explanations didn't really have much of an effect on the young detective. That wasn't to suggest that she was arrogant enough to not consider the dangers, or that she was too ignorant to see them. Rather, she had an open mind that allowed her to easily absorb and acknowledge information.  Being told she had stepped into a dangerous world was therefore taken fully to heart, but she already knew from previous experience to expect such a thing, so she had already been prepared before leaving for Whitby. Birdway's warning had been issued far too late to make a difference.

She offered no resistance to being dragged along; she had unfortunately already gotten used to the sensation during a previous outing. The important thing right now was that mysterious vanishing woman, who may or may not have been the vampire, if tales of their powers and supposed shyness were to be believed. At the very least, she would be placed on the list of possible suspects thanks to that disappearing act alone.

She was not here to kill the 'vampire', so having a suspect didn't necessarily mean anything other than being a person of interest to speak to frankly. If anything, the gathering of trigger happy magicians and other parties represented the true danger in Whitby. The casual use of magic on Birdway's part to escape the scene of the explosions didn't go unnoticed by her, and instead invoked thoughts of wonder and confusion as to why someone like Birdway was even bothering with her at all. Well, she already had such thoughts from the very instant the noble girl had approached her unprovoked.

Naturally, as her thoughts were kept busy by what she had just witnessed, plus the silent investigation being performed inside her own head, she had no brain power to spare. Unless her old partner in anti-crime bridged the gap quickly, his calls to her would remain unnoticed. Such was one of the downsides of knowing Erin Lightheart.


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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Mon Oct 31, 2016 7:51 pm

Chaos. If one word could describe the outbreak that had befallen the small port town of Whitby, then it was indeed «chaos». That premise had been with everyone who had come here and it had been even clearer to Leivinia Birdway. However even if it had been chaotic, the beginning of it all had only been of low profile. Right now, though, hell had broken loose.

As she so casually dragged the detective by her side through the thick haze of people, a grin covered her lips all over again. She was enjoying the sight she was witnessing. She was enjoying what she was diving into. It wasn’t what she had caused that made her heart skip a beat, though. It was another truly interesting realisation that spectacle had given her.



The masses were fighting for space. What had originally been a united swarm attracted by a single flower’s scent had quickly turned into the customer rush at a Black Friday sale. Everyone was fighting for their spot, pulling the other’s hair, biting, punting, punching, kicking, spitting. Panic spread, anger spread, evil intentions spread. It was a catastrophe of the first order. However it was not unnatural, had this been the exact thing everyone present had been wishing for. It had just needed an excuse and that had been given to them at some point.



The blonde man in a formal suit with scarf only had focussed on the sight of blue for a split second. For some reason he had felt captivated, but common sense then again caused him to cease all attention, drop the thought and move on. He was obsessing over the idea of finding a single girl amidst that mess – the dumbest of all ideas. Struggling to dive into the haze himself, he’d find himself lost along the path. Looking backwards, sideways, upfront, it became clear how easily he had been washed away in all that turmoil.

«Bloody…I didn’t lose the young miss now, too…did I?!»



The clatter of armours, the powerful shouts of strong men and the giant bodies formed by many years of hard work. Those were the proud Knights of England. However, their presence’s might was lacking the required formation. All they were in face of the tides of the turmoil were little boats that’d easily be swept away. Such was the fate of those without a strong lead in their middle; a lead which’s arrival they still were awaiting.



«So, Fool, where have you set up your camp? You know, the place you use to rest.»

Having escaped the epicentre towards the outer borderlines, Birdway would finally turn around while to now walking backwards into no direction in particular. An act to allow her to face the one she had so nonchalantly been dragging around for a while now – an act that actually seemed to fit the ungodly idea of doing someone a favour. The way she spoke however, quickly implied that she’d demand something in return, something very imminent if one looked at the question she asked.

Like a spoiled princess she’d so mercilessly demand her citizen’s home for herself.



A woman was watching the entirety of the scene from the distance of a roof top. Much like the women next to her she was clad in a colourless nun’s habit. Her eyes of crimson were swaying between the scene of despair and her comrades, all nuns and priests. In front their group there was another man, only to be described as scarlet. He was the oldest of the bunch and even though she was facing his back she could deduce that he wore a smile of delight.

«Look at all those heretics! Look at how they struggle! Look at how they loose themselves in the fires of this hell! Ah, I wish to crush them right now, but now is not the time!!! But soon!!!! Oh, soon!!!!!!! The Lord be my testimony, soon this town will be purified!!!!!!!!!!»

Listening to his words only with half an ear, the crimson eyed nun’s thoughts had come adrift. Her ice-cold demeanour was interrupted by a hint of worry. Were those children safe?



Where had she gone? How long had she been gone? Mark’s mind shooting all over the place, as he tried to return to the place he had originally been to, yet the masses’ flow wouldn’t allow. It was an unending struggle. He desperately sought at least the glint of her hair’s green. That was all he had. When he had tried to call out to her, he had realised that he’d never asked her name. When he thought back a little, he realised that there was nothing he even really knew about her. She had helped him and as gratitude he was wishing to help her.

However, as he was swept away further and further, the hope of reaching that goal was moving farther and farther into the distance.



She was running. She didn’t know where to. She was just running. Running. Running. Running. Running.

These men’s evil faces were washed away from her memory at the thought of that man. The warmth of his hug, the softness of his kiss, the scent of his perfume and the kindness of his eyes. They were driving her as she ran down the now empty streets far far away from the core of the incident.



It was after another few steps, she’d finally understand it. A voice had been fighting its way through the noise. A faint voice if compared to all that turmoil, but it was a voice. And that voice was bringing words the blonde princess knew quite well.

Thus she’d stop in her tracks, risking that her company would run right into her.

However, it was said person her eyes were facing directly, as she spun a finger in the air forming a toying gesture.

«I wonder why you didn’t notice, but someone has been calling for you for a while, Fool. A friend of yours? An enemy? Or maybe a lo~ver? It sounds girlish, but maybe you’re into that kind of thing~?»



A man was walking. He still wore the uniform that used to be all of his pride. But how great was the worth of such pride if the world would kick it with their feet? He cursed under his breath. Originally he had just wanted to be a policeman just like all of his relatives. His entire clan were men with rank and name in the British law system. And all he was, was the head of a shitty local police body. At least he had been the man to go to when need for investigations arose. Yet even that was taken from him.

Now all there was to him, was this road to walk.

He heard the loud noises, the panic, the confusion, the danger befalling this city. And yet he still had his back turned to it.

His agenda was a different one.

Now that everyone was occupied elsewhere nobody could stop him.

Thus he’d follow this road straight into the haze’s true heart.

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Post  Vita Vesta Caesar on Thu Nov 03, 2016 8:30 am

Things had been going well, considering the situation. They had managed to form the tiniest line of cooperation in this tense situation. They hadn't even begun to truly fix the situation, but it was a start. From here, they would have to carefully, with near surgical precision, prevent the situation from deteriorating any further, assuaging the police's fears and opening a dialogue. And only then could they actually attempt to progress further.

«…Go ahead…but only one wrong move from you and we’ll all know what to do.»

Their obvious continued wariness was disheartening, but the fact that they would allow Alex to step forward was a good sign. It showed that they were now thinking with at least moderately cool heads, instead of letting their confusion rule them. And once Alex healed the magician, they would have a substantial amount of leverage with which to kill their suspicion even further. But when misfortune comes, it does not come alone, but in a storm. And it hadn't completed its pass over Moore just yet.

««Sir Moore! Requesting support. As result of a fight between Magicians a large commotion has broken out in the town. This is too outrageous to contain applying standard protocols. We’re awaiting you at Point A-17!»»

In any other situation he would have given an audible groan at the unreasonableness of the timing, but if he actually did so the attention of the police would be drawn towards him unnecessarily, so he suppressed his exasperation. Few could have blamed him if he'd just cut loose, though: this request for backup didn't just make a bad situation worse. Fundamentally, it was impossible to go back up the other knights without abandoning the negotiations here.

Regardless how things progressed here, by the time they made any progress at all a substantial amount of time would have passed, and the matter of the commotion was obviously a time-sensitive matter. And the police here were like a deer that'd stumbled unexpectedly across a hunter: eyes locked, and ready to bolt at the slightest motion. This dilemma was enough to give anyone a headache, much less Moore, who couldn't help but see it as a knife being twisted in the wound caused by his earlier screw-up. But no matter how troublesome a matter it was, he still had to choose.

Fortunately, that alone was an easy choice. Though neither option could be said to be good, one was very obviously the correct option in his eyes. In the end, there was no way he could abandon his subordinates just to patch up his own mistake. There was no way attempting to patch up an already gaping wound at the cost of allowing another to form was acceptable. He simply had to fix what could still be fixed. As he looked at the magician, he hoped that the police here could at least stop him dying from shock or blood loss. Not only because his death would worsen his and the Knight's situation further, but because it would leave a horrid taste in his mouth if a man died because of this kind of unfortunate twist of fate, no matter what faction they belonged to.

"...Beathen. The others are requesting reinforcements. There's a large commotion at Point A-17 that they can't handle on their own. We need to go support them."

Though Moore would have preferred to use the communication talisman instead of speaking out loud, it was not an entirely hands-free device. And moving to adjust it would have had the same effect as speaking aloud, so in the end he decided to just cut out the middleman. His voice was tense, and made it clear that he was all too aware of all the implications of this order. As well as that he was giving it anyway.

Accepting the consequences of the breakdown of relations with the city's police and the other members of Necessarius present within the city, Moore and Beathen would mobilize to reinforce their comrades and protect the town and its citizens.

Though Moore didn't doubt that Beathen would follow the order no matter how his misgivings, he could only hope that he would understand the thought behind it.

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Post  Sir Alexander Beathen on Thu Nov 03, 2016 1:31 pm

It was important to know when diplomacy was pointless or no longer an option. But more importantly for a knight, it was to know who to save and to who you must leave behind.

Chivalry, honour, Pride and loyalty always had an effect on a knight's decisions.

Simply put, being a knight was hard.

"...Beathen. The others are requesting reinforcements. There's a large commotion at Point A-17 that they can't handle on their own. We need to go support them." Sir Moore's words had come at the most awkward time. Preparing to heal the magician Alexander had a made a silent wish to the shield on his back which gave him the ability to heal. The replica that was powered by his honour and chivalry was about to answer his call, and his left hand twitched with energy as a faint glow was about to envelop it.

But upon hearing those words, the shield responded to an entirely different feeling. Alexander felt immediately indecisive upon hearing the situation, and the shield completely abandoned his previous wish and the power to heal faded away.

Clenching his fist slowly in response, there was no need for Moore to say much else about it. Alexander had known what was important, but the decision here was a tough one especially for somebody as idealistic as Alexander.

No matter what he chooses to do here would lead to him breaking one of his codes of chivalry, to either abandon the injured or abandon his allies in their time of need. He hated it, but becoming a knight and not expecting these moments would've been a foolish life decision, but still he hated it with every fibre of his being and more so that the death of this magician may cause instability in this country.

Though he had no evidence to support that fear, this was just a gut feeling, but he couldn't work on just gut feelings. He had to tackle the issues of the present and while the death of this magician may occur to cause trouble further down the line. He had no choice to uphold the meaning of what it means to be a knight and what is a crucial difference between them and magicians.

You see magicians often work alone for their personal gain or motive but a knight the very name doesn't mean individualism but a group. A group of people swore to protect the stability and the lives of those within the country.

For this reason, and his loyalty to his comrades it was awfully clear to Alexander what decision had to be made here. Again it was important to know when diplomacy was pointless or no longer an option. But more importantly for a knight, it was to know who to save and to who you must leave behind.

Alexander had chosen to leave behind the magician who's own actions led to this turn of events, and for the police being cattle left in an open field there support can be sacrificed as the only one of interest that could support the Knight's mission wasn't even here. But more importantly, the Knight's strength came from the unity of their faction and so it was important to protect each other as it was to fulfil their duty.

Alexander had already begun making his way towards the magician to heal originally but stopped suddenly in response to Moore's words.
"....If you apply enough pressure to the wound, you should be able to stop the bleeding." Alexander had said who started to pull his hood over his head regretfully. "A shirt and a belt with a buckle should suffice." Alexander said who despite deciding to abandoned the magician these parting words should be enough to give the police the next logical step to help who they call a 'friend' to survive until help arrives possibly. Though would it be sufficient for the police to act to save their 'friend' despite the suspects escaping at the same time is yet to be foreseen.

But Alexander had made his decision and showed his willingness to go through with it by moving at speed unbelievable to the eyes of the police to recover his sword. He had previously moved it away from him to calm their fears but not far enough that he couldn't easily recover it just in case the situation had changed. Which for a moment he had thought, that he might've foreseen this circumstance.

Either way, there was no point thinking back or regretting his decision now. As before they knew it, Alexander had already escaped the station right after Sir Moore without looking back at the reaction of the police.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Thu Nov 10, 2016 10:02 am

«….If you apply enough pressure to the wound, you should be able to stop the bleeding.»

Those words…

«A shirt and a belt with a buckle should suffice.»

Each and every of them immediately understood their meaning.

Immediately everything exploded into the kind of turmoil the sudden break of trust would ignite. As the two men in armour made their moves, they didn't know any solution different from violence. They pulled their triggers, sending bullets to soar through the air. Exasperated at the sight of humans moving at such impossible speeds, they felt speechless yet at the same time afraid. And fear turned into blind violence. Those that had never held a gun before in their lives, those that had never wished to and those that even knew a bit about it, they simply fired, was there no other solution in their minds.

Holes blown into everything, burn marks, glass shattering. And someone slowly bleeding to death, since all minds had been to occupied. That was all there was in the end.

It’d take them a while to recover from what had just happened. The betrayal, the bloodshed, the super natural.



However before they could, each of them collapsed one after the other.



«Why do these amateurs have to be that useless…»

«Don’t waste his time as well. If we don’t act quickly he won’t have anything left.»

Two shadows had appeared from nowhere. Or rather two men had appeared from the shadows. Both clad in dark clothing, wearing long robes with hoods covering the entirety of their heads, burying their faces in darkness. Both their robes were embroidered with strange symbols and the very smell they gave off felt none but otherworldly. Magicians.

With all people present having collapsed there remained none to block their paths as they quickly made it to the centre of the uniformed group, the place where the wounded one lay.

«Why did this have to happen…»

«Don’t worry, Doyle, we’ll patch you up again. And then we’ll take care of these braindead bastards.»

«Why did they have to meddle with our business…»

«Don’t ask something that’s obvious. Fools are fools because they lack the ability to understand. Now help me set up a temple.»



Point A-17 was a rooftop somewhere in the midst of Whitby. It was not the highest of roofs, but one even someone with as much physical capabilities as a knight had, couldn’t reach that easily. It was a flat one as well, meaning it naturally made the ideal meeting spot for a group. However a proper group wasn’t assembled. Of the already small unit there was only a small fraction present, four men to be precise. One situated in front of the others, the others facing him directly.

«Sir Addicott, please, we can’t waste more time waiting for Moore and Beathen to arrive. They’re already late as it is. We should just go and support our comrades.»

«No. We cannot do that.»

Faced with the panic of the younger knights, Sir Addicott kept up his stern facade. As the probably oldest member of the unit, he was the kind of authority figure every place had in some sense. Being already close to his 50th year on this earth, he stood out quite a lot amidst a group that was otherwise composed of youths, was the age difference 15 years minimum. Still, even now that his hair was slowly turning grey, the strength of his looks hadn’t faded. A strong face as if crafted from solid rock, a strong physique and the height of a giant.
That man of men would stand there, not moving an inch.

«But Sir, if we don’t do something quickly, we’ll—»

«We are knights. As such it is our duty to abide to the very code we swore to dedicate our entire lives to. Therefore we can not move any further. But do not worry, they will come soon. Sir Moore and Sir Beathen have sworn the same oath as all of us. Therefore there is no need to worry. They will come and Sir Moore will lead us. And then we will succeed.»

With calm and strength that man that seemed like a living statue would speak, his glance and voice suppressing the concerns of the others. However even if it silenced their tongues, it would only do so much.

The sounds of commotion coming from the streets were not tameable. Even to that roof top that was about 100 metres away from the commotion, the noise of struggle would reach. Shouts of the desperate, hisses of the angry, the clatter of the helpless protectors. It was likely that dangerous Magic would be thrown around eventually. Violence was only a few short steps away. And the knights that had already hurried ahead, had likely already faced their powerlessness upon realising that they could do nothing without a proper lead. Sir Addicott knew. No matter how many of their unit would hurry there, their strength wasn't in the individuals and it wasn’t in numbers. It was in formation. But what formation was there without someone who could take the lead?

Still, even he, no matter how strong his believe, was well aware that they could not wait any longer.

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Post  Erin Lightheart on Fri Nov 11, 2016 6:16 am

Given that the mansion she was staying in wasn't even hers and had plenty of space, she had no particular qualms about allowing Birdway to accompany her back there. At least, there were no reasons available to disallow her from joining her, but there was still one problem: Why was she asking in the first place? Someone as powerful and gifted as her who wandered around in the open and casually exploded thugs in the street didn't have a need to hide, did she?

"Plenty of room where i'm staying. There's always room for you if you need it to lay low for a while. I won't reveal your location to anybody."

And so Erin casually mentioned the possibility in order to gauge her response. After all she had intentionally and unintentionally shown to the detective, Birdway certainly no longer had a reason to be stubborn and keep a secret like why she wished to go with her, right? If she continued to resist the detective's attempts at getting her to open up, then the chances of them solving anything or becoming friends would quickly go to zero.

The look in her eyes easily revealed her feelings on that matter, and she wished for Birdway to see them and realize what it meant. Erin could only help her if she told her what was going on. And since so much information had been spilled as it was, it was time for the full story. Even if the story had to wait until they were safe in the mansion.

"I wonder why you didn’t notice, but someone has been calling for you for a while, Fool. A friend of yours? An enemy? Or maybe a lo~ver? It sounds girlish, but maybe you’re into that kind of thing~?"

She turned around and realized that a familiar face had been following and calling after her. Was that Albrekka? Knowing her, she'd want to stop their flight to the mansion in order to talk forever about something. Erin quickly reached out for her in order to get her to quickly follow.

"Albrekka, please follow along quickly and quietly. We'll talk when we're at a safer place out of the public eye."

She then resumed following after Birdway, catching up at a hurried pace and with a quick explanation, assuming Albrekka didn't cause any delays.

"Don't worry, she's a friend. At the very least she won't be a threat to either of us, nor is she the type to cause any problems. Easier to take her along for now than to stop and have a chat amidst all the chaos."

She hadn't been there long, but ensured she could recall how to return to the Morrison Estate when needed. If there were no complaints or any other roadblocks, that's where she would take them without a second thought.


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Post  Albrekka Starbright on Sat Nov 12, 2016 7:16 pm

It took some time for Albrekka to catch up, but she finally did.  Erin was certainly there, as well as a girl of short stature and blonde hair.  Certainly Leivinia Birdway, as she expected.

"Albrekka, please follow along quickly and quietly. We'll talk when we're at a safer place out of the public eye."

That was sudden, though expected.  They did certainly move a ways from potential disaster, but perhaps not far enough.  She would nod, looking to Erin.  "That's fine."

"Don't worry, she's a friend. At the very least she won't be a threat to either of us, nor is she the type to cause any problems. Easier to take her along for now than to stop and have a chat amidst all the chaos."

This was certainly true.  As Leivinia was in this game even longer than Mark, her paranoia would be the worst out of the two.  It did not help that she was the leader of her cabal either.

For now, she would simply move with Erin, trusting her judgment on this.  She could always attempt to reach Mark after this meeting to let him know Leivinia is alright.

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Post  Vita Vesta Caesar on Sun Nov 13, 2016 8:50 am

"....If you apply enough pressure to the wound, you should be able to stop the bleeding. A shirt and a belt with a buckle should suffice."

Those words from Beathen, signalling his affirmation of Moore's order, served as the trigger. At a speed that was beyond what was considered the human limit, but which the Knights had achieved anyway, Moore retrieved his previously discarded sword before sheathing it and leaving the building. From beginning to end, these actions had only required a short instant to accomplish. Beathen followed close behind. Though his capabilities were inferior to Moore's, it wasn't necessary for either of them to use their full abilities here, so he had not been left behind.

And chasing them both was a storm of bullets. Beathen's words had served as the trigger for them as well. With their tenseness, it took no time at all for them to understand their meaning. And even if they hadn't, considering how their sudden motion had most likely snapped whatever thin threads of composure they had left, in all likelihood it would have ended with the same result.

But though glass was shattered, wood broken, metal dented, and sparks scattered, the armor of the knights remained untouched. Dodging had not even been necessary, nor did their armor even have a chance to serve its purpose. Ridiculous though it may sound, they had outrun the bullets. By the time the first trigger was pulled, the two of them were already out of the door and en route to their destination. Point A-17.



Travelling through the winding streets of the city and navigating the crowds would have taken far too much time. Moore would already have to limit his speed to avoid leaving Beathen behind; that combined with the time they would lose from having to navigate the impediments known as buildings and men was simply too much. They did have that much leisure.

So they bypassed all those troublesome obstacles. They travelled in as close to a straight line as they could. Even if they could not fly through the sky, by leaping from roof to roof, they could achieve a similar freedom of motion. And even if Beathen was slower than the average knight, to the point that Moore was half-tempted to just carry him, his speed was still nothing that could be called normal. Thus, it did not take long for them to arrive at their destination.

"Sir Addicott, brief me on the situation."

Upon arriving on the scene, Moore immediately ascertained who had taken charge in his absence and requested for a full status update. And in fulfilling his request, Addicott would complete the necessary procedures for Moore to take over command of the situation from him. One cannot lead a group without knowledge of where one was to lead them to, and thus the transferal of information was also a transferal of power.

...But he hoped that it would be brief. If there was more to say, then it couldn't be helped, as that would simply mean that it was a complicated situation which would require proportionally more thoughtful actions. A necessary evil, something that could not be avoided. But those few seconds that would be lost... Just a glance at the streets below was enough to give note of the urgency of the situation. So once more he gave a small prayer for the background for this incident to not be especially complicated.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Wed Nov 16, 2016 1:57 pm

«At occasions it is best to lay low, especially once there’s an outbreak like this. To be at the centre or even its sidelines hardly ever serve a point. And picking another’s home sure bears some advantage, wouldn’t you agree, Fool?»

It had in fact been no surprise to Birdway that her request had hit such open acceptance. In fact she was even happy enough about it to give a casual comment with a lesson about her own mindset mixed in. Eventually that monster of a girl may have been the cause of this entire commotion, yet she thought nothing of it. She made it clear how little her worry about it becoming troublesome was. If at all, it seemed like she’d happily grasp this chance for a bit of a reset on things.

«Oh and of course, I don’t feel like regrouping with the others just yet. Orthodox methods don’t very well go hand in hand with unorthodox situations, do they?»

She’d add just as casually as before. However casually in her case mostly felt as if she was shrugging even the most important things off as nothing but offhand remarks.

When however that girl of green arrived, Birdway’s glance accommodated a slight change. Listening in and eying well she’d immediately make out what had sparked her curiosity upon first contact.

«Albrekka, please follow along quickly and quietly. We'll talk when we're at a safer place out of the public eye.» «That’s fine.»

«Albrekka, huh? What on earth had taken that fool so long, while its a thing so easily placed in front of me…oh well.»

Mumbling mostly to herself, her face once again would be taken over by what could only be described her characteristic smile, villainous to the core.

«Don’t worry, she's a friend. At the very least she won't be a threat to either of us, nor is she the type to cause any problems. Easier to take her along for now than to stop and have a chat amidst all the chaos.»

«Oh, I can tell, Fool. I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all. Actually, you might call this quite intriguing~»

That was all she had to say. Casting another of her thorough glances towards the newcomer, she then quickly made her turn for the street before them, signalling the detective girl to take over the lead so that they’d get away from the commotion sooner than later.

She couldn’t wait to move on. The interesting pieces had finally been gathered, so the remaining table could be cleared for the next round’s set up to be made.

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Post  Sir Alexander Beathen on Thu Nov 17, 2016 3:40 pm

It was obvious to the young knight when he was apparently holding another back. He can't go as fast as his fellows or even strong, which would often raise the question why was he a knight in the first place? Sure he was no spring chicken, the golden haired knight could hold his own in a battle and was rather effective. But there are hundreds of his fellows who were far better than him in fighting.

So what was the point of his presence, why bring a knight who is half-baked compared to the rest of the unit? To speak? Anyone with a sense of themselves and knowledge of the political climate could talk their way around the next corner. So why was he included? That was a question asked by all those who didn't know him.

"Sir Addicott, brief me on the situation." Sir Moore asked not long after they arrived on the rooftop. But that was the only thing he part gave full attention too as his eyes easily trailed off to what was occurring bellow them. The signs of struggle, the other knights already down them struggling to control the situation and it was like a powder keg ready to go off further bringing ruin to the situation. But this was no time for diplomacy, what was needed here was order and control.

The knights no matter outnumbered they were in an ideal fantasy, they were the only realistic option to bring such order. But with their group initially scattered to patrol the town, even when it was easy to travel across for them had to lead to this dangerous situation.

There was no doubt about it for Sir Moore to be productive here he had to get the full story from Sir Addicott. So he can make an inform and proper decision, but that may take the time to consider their options and its time they didn't have at least on the ground.

In this unit of ten knights, nine of them was cogs in a machine with Sir Moore being the largest turning the whole machine around, but Alexander was no cog, but the chain that supports the machine helping them turn together. So Alexander knew what he had to do and that was to help protect his fellows now on the ground with his full backing.

Strapping his shield onto his left arm, so that his left-hand remains free was a signal of his intent.

"Sir Moore until you ready to take action I'll support those below." Alexander said who didn't want to wait any longer. And showing his physical prowess, Alexander simply dropped from the roof, though nothing compared to the others it again brought up the question why?

Why was somebody who was half-baked part of the knights at all? The usual way which knights were defined themselves wasn't the only way to survive in this world. The was many reasons, but one of them was a gift of his house. The most prized and famous tool ever forged by the Beathen household.

And can only ever be wielded by those who were worthy.

A weapon he hadn't yet drawn ever since arriving into town, and that was for a good reason. Its effects were many but it's the main function has to be held in secret until the right time. And landing on the ground behind his fellow knights looking after their back a calm and yet commanding feeling washed other them.

This was because Alexander had finally drawn his sword for the first time since arriving.

The replica is known as the Sword in the Stone.

Once drawn it had made Sir Alexander stand out amongst the crowd it gave him a commanding presence and yet he didn't act as so. But only to the Knights had it gave additional effects, soothing and calm it gave them a clear mind while also easing their nerves. Even those on the rooftop were affected as it didn't matter how far, but as long they remained apart of the same group.

But most importantly, the sword's biggest benefit was the empowering strength it gave each and every Knight as if their spirits was renewed giving them the strength to carry on with their duty in a far more effective manner.

"Help has arrived lads, but still hold on for a bit longer. Sir Moore is only above getting his facts straight but he will soon get this situation under control." Alexander said reaffirming their resolves further through words.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Sat Nov 19, 2016 7:29 pm

At long last Henry Moore had arrived.

With Sir Addicott at his wits’ end and the three of his comrades already on the verge of running off for the sake of some desperate measure everyone could figure wouldn’t bring them anywhere, it had nearly been too late. However the clock hand had never made that final jump.

«Sir Moore! We have been waiting for you!»

«Sir Addicott, brief me on the situation.»

Instead of a long welcoming ceremony filled with pointless pledging or celebration, Moore did what was to be expected of only a leader. He immediately cut ahead asking for the details, quickly silencing those three that were about to step forward with their concerns and criticism.

And he hadn’t arrived alone. Addicott and company had only been able to cast a short glance at Moore’s company, Sir Beathen, before said man of honour had already departed to tackle another issue. Another action that fully well left some impression on the old hardened knight.

«Very well, Sir Moore. I will do the utmost to keep my summary short.»

Using those words as a signal for everyone else to fall silent, Addicott assumed a position that’d place him at the borderline of the flat roof, directing Moore with one of his hands to come join his side.

«About 30 minutes ago an explosion occurred. I do not think there is any need to argue whether or not said explosion was caused by the work of a Magician, the traces and reaction were more than obvious. The masses had been set into motion immediately, drawn to it by curiosity. We of course attempted to become the first at the site of the incident. However when we arrived there, there was no trace of anything besides the damage. Neither anyone we could consider the culprit or a victim. Not even hints of anything remained for us knights to handle.
To be fair, though, none of us is an expert. Therefore we attempted to contact the Anglican Church’s investigation group. Without success.
While we tried, people started to appear at the scene. At first it was only a few, but the numbers grew and grew. Then there came chaos and with chaos panic. The tension that was already high seemed to reach beyond its own capacity and before we could even work on anything to prevent it, suddenly it became this badly.»


The masses were seemingly impossible to contain for the little strength in people they had. Beathen had run off on his own to support the few men in armour that were currently scattered around trying to regain the upper hand over the citizens and guests, yet hopelessly. The men had been strengthened a bit by his presence, that had become noticeable even from up on the roof, yet it hadn't been enough. There was just too much to handle for them.

«We have confirmed sightings of the Roman Catholic Church, Magic Cabals that have been black listed in the UK and other troublesome foreign forces, luring around the area. We can’t say for sure if they will keep silent or actually exploit the situation to cause damage…at the very least I doubt that we can keep an eye on them while the general situation is like that. Especially if the men are this torn as well.»

With his last sentence he cast a glance to direct Moore’s attention to the other three still present in the meeting area. Their nervousness and urge to do something reckless were written all over them.

«Some of us have even attempted to request assistance from the Anglicans, but for some reason they keep ignoring our cry…»

That stone faced knight furrowed his brows in worry. However once he realised he did, he quickly turned around and assumed a kneeling position before his leader, urging the others to follow suit with a dreadful sharp glance.

«Either way. There is no use in wasting time by keeping up talk any further. There is only one proper way of fighting this issue. Only one that has been engraved into all our minds. Therefore we are awaiting your orders, Sir Moore!»



A light of hope. In the thick haze of chaos it had not yet faded. As people had been blindfolded by their own interests, fear, curiosity, stupidity, anger, hatred and mischievousness, a single light would remain to shine. It shined with no end. Even if weakly.

But what was that light?

A knight had come to his brothers in arms’ assistance. He had drawn his sword and its presence had given them warmth. Their strength that had faded, as they had been lost in that haze of people, had been recovered. They were no longer lost. They had a mission and they were ready to give it all to fulfil it. They now knew that their situation wasn’t as hopeless as to give in. They’d struggle. And they’d await their orders that were away only by a few steps.

«Help has arrived lads, but still hold on for a bit longer. Sir Moore is only above getting his facts straight but he will soon get this situation under control.»

In unison they’d answer with a powerful cry.

Those were the brave men serving the Knights of England.

Their spirit. Was it that light or was there even more than a single light?



In the end the haze would still linger.

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Post  Erin Lightheart on Mon Nov 21, 2016 11:04 am

"So about all we've uncovered so far is an apparent human trafficking operation. Unless they are somehow tied to the vampire rumors, or are otherwise responsible for their propagation, I don't think they're directly involved. Considering they withstood such a fierce attack and blew themselves up in the process and couldn't even stand afterward, it's also highly unlikely for them to be vampires themselves...supposing the rumors of their unparalleled strength are true. On the other hand, the girl who escaped was highly suspicious. It is not unnatural to wish to flee from your captors, and even wise to leave when such violence is brought into the equation. The unnatural thing was how she managed to slip away so unnoticed when we were right there and would have seen her run. Whether or not this suspicion is related to the vampire case is something I'd rather keep to myself until I think on it some more."

Mr. Morrison was mystified that Erin had brought back two other girls to the manor, but was convinced to let it go rather quickly after Erin insisted that they were key witnesses and assistants in her case. Naturally, she had to be the one to do the talking to him, lest their accommodations be rescinded. She put on the best professional performance of her life in order to get her patron to relent.

Now the three were in the largest guest room of the manor, barely lit by a lone lamp, with naught but the sound of crickets and the wispy haze lying just outside the nearby window to keep them company. Not yet knowing whether or not Birdway wished to divulge secrets about Magic in front of Albrekka, Erin came up with the idea to explain what had happened without mentioning anything supernatural. According to her story, the human traffickers were normal slavers, and that somehow they had blown themselves up during a scuffle.

If on the other hand she was fine with revealing information despite Albrekka's presence, she could simply explain away her tale by mentioning the risks of revealing what such a prodigy like Birdway could do without her permission. On the subject of Birdway and Magic, Erin did her best to hide the disgust she felt from watching what she had done, even if it was done to horrible people. She was surprised 'Magic' could ever be used to do such a thing at all, and doubly so that so-called 'Magicians' had no qualms about wielding and using such hellish destruction.

If that's the type of people 'Magicians' were, she wanted no part in aligning with them. However, judging from the way Birdway casually threw out the names of numerous important people and even important terminology, she began to suspect that this vampire case and these 'Magicians' were intertwined at the core. Could a sufficiently talented 'Magician' successfully convince others they were in fact a Vampire? Was there any tangible benefit to doing so?

No, Erin. Don't get ahead of yourself. Birdway might still reveal something critical if pressed. There'll be enough time to start making guesses if she decides to remain tight-lipped and insult and mock you for not already knowing everything about the case before even starting it.

With a deep breath, she shifted her glance between her two guests, doing her best to remain stoic and professional as she continued taking charge of the conversation.

"...So Albrekka, I'm assuming you're here for the vampire case too? Have you uncovered anything? Three heads are better than one, so perhaps we might be able to make something after we put all of our respective pieces on the board."

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Post  Albrekka Starbright on Tue Nov 22, 2016 12:59 am

As Albrekka walked with the two of them through the manor, she would listen intently.  It seemed that the events on Erin's side had been far more eventful than on her end.  The possibility that Erin had indeed run into the vampire was something to utilize in the future, if she played her cards right.  But certainly a last resort, it was not like finding details on the magicians whom Leivinia had obliterated would be easy.

"...So Albrekka, I'm assuming you're here for the vampire case too?"  She would nod.  "I am, probably for the same reasons you are."  She would assume a fair deal, merely based on her previous encounter with Erin.

"Have you uncovered anything? Three heads are better than one, so perhaps we might be able to make something after we put all of our respective pieces on the board."

And there it was.  "Truthfully I had initially set out to look for clues, but a friend of Leivinia's wanted to find her so I decided to help."  For someone seeking the truth, this must've seemed odd.  "Well, at the time he wasn't very truthful, but I figured it out eventually.  At most, I was told of some possible leads, one being a policeman in town.  I was going to ask him about the details of the family close to the victims in the hope of uncovering something.  Something I plan to look into after this, along with letting her friend know she's alright.  Not sure why he was so insistent on it, I think she can handle herself..."  Of course, this was said with Leivinia present.  "Paul Oldturf was his name, if I recall.  By the way, to get that information he decided to shelter some orphans to protect them from, well, the operation that blew up.  Something to talk with him later I suppose." She would say that, turning to Leivinia.

It seemed to be clear that Albrekka already knew who Leivinia was, or was at least moving on that assumption.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Tue Nov 22, 2016 4:47 pm

At long last, Birdway would seat herself atop the guest rooms comfy bed, cross her legs and remain just as silent as she had this entire time. She had mostly watched and listened as detective girl Erin had held conversation with her customer, yet not really cared. Neither was she impressed by the mansion nor by the man that had hired the girl, was she more or less used to this aspect of society, did she originate from the higher class as well.

Claiming the best position quite naturally, she’d just shift in to the background, waiting for the great moment that’d allow for her to speak up herself, with all that talk over the case going on. And eventually said torch was in fact handed to her.

«First of all, since you seem to be well aware of who I am, why exactly do you believe you have any sort of standing allowing you address me like this? I’m waiting. Go, spit it out.»

Instead of adding her own input to the matter, she spat out a well worded threat in her usual taunting manner, piercing a certain green haired girl with her sharp glance. It was a warning, once again manifested by the pride she held as someone of higher standing. A standing she herself considered so high, it was questionable if she even considered someone as above or even equal.

Then, with that delivered, she’d avoid any eye contact at all, swaying off towards the window, seeking the night.

«I wouldn’t worry about Mark that much, he’s probably run into more nuns or orphans by now, trying to play big hero or something as pointless. I’ll probably get back to him later, once all this is over. Hopefully his screams won’t waken the neighbours.»

Revealing another aspect of her sadistic nature and many more details along with that, she’d continue casually ignoring the situation’s importance like a little child. However wasn’t that proof of how differently she perceived the entire incident? In the end would it be possible that whatever she was after differed from the common goal? She had helped Erin a bit, yes, and she had chosen her company, but was that truly for the objective of revealing the truth behind everything?

At long last, her sadistic grin manifested a glint of seriousness.

«I wonder, are you familiar with Schroedinger’s cat? It’s a tale of the Science Side, but it’s a famous one. I won’t go into depth much, but basically it involved an element of uncertainty. A cat was sealed into a box filled with poison. Until said box is opened it remains uncertain whether or not the cat died or not. For so long one can assume both, since both is the truth.»

Beginning an explanation she seemed to trail off even further, no matter how important she tried to make her voice sound.

«Now, do we know if our Vampire is actually reality or not?»

The existence of the Vampire was neither confirmed nor could it be denied. Of course that’d mean one had to assume the thing was real as a preference. However to someone who had no real idea of what the Magic World was actually like, it may have sounded idiotic. So maybe…

«Ah right, Fool. You know nothing about how our world perceives vampires, correct? Then maybe it’d be smart to start at the actual bottom of the entire thing, shall we?»

«Vampires are an existence that remained a mystery for centuries, if not beyond. Some say they exist and some claim they don’t. Neither was there confirmation, nor was there any proof against it. Obviously something like that would attract many people. It’s a belief spread over many cultures, assuming various shapes, yet always having the same annotation. After all there’s the saying that vampires are extremely powerful beings.»

«You see in Magic it is mandatory to offer your own life force in order to activate spells. Logically spoken you’d only have a fixed supply to sacrifice. However, that doesn’t apply to vampires. They are immortals. There is no limit to their life force. It’s like an infinite supply of fuel. And since that’s their natural property, they also have no limiter in how much they can use up at once. That is why everyone fears them. Their power could very well twist the balance of the entire world. Fortunately nobody has ever encountered one, or maybe they actually did?»

«There are many people going after them, Magicians specialising in seeking the unknown. Imbeciles like a man called Silas Sharpthorne. He used to be an expert in regards to vampires, had he dedicated his entire research to unfolding their secrets. He spent decades trying to encounter a real one, travel the world and pursue the many different tales. In the end, though, he disappeared. Whatever happened to him, who knows. Some say he simply died, some say he ran into an actual vampire and some day he is still somewhere out there searching. One of the more prominent examples of what happens if you climb too deep into the cave. Yet while it scares away the general majority, it still attracts some blockheaded romanticists..»

There was also an incident that occurred in the far East, in Japan if I recall right. But you’d better ask a Knight about it, if you ever met one. I don’t want trouble for prying into too many things, do I?»


With that excursus off the table, Birdway would refocus her glance towards the one in the lead of said operation, her eyes asking for a reaction to see if the information given was in any way saturating the girl’s desires.

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Post  Erin Lightheart on Thu Nov 24, 2016 1:04 pm

As Leivinia Birdway continued to ramble, Erin carefully but casually wrote everything down. When at long last the time for pontificating was finished, she cleared her throat and reviewed the information gathered in her notebook thus far. After studying the words for a moment and under careful consideration, she finally spoke to break the awkward silence.

"Interesting. So this is once again a tale of people fearing that which they cannot control. The idea of a being with theoretically limitless power would terrify all but the most hopeful or cynical. Of course, in this situation we're likely dealing with an unhealthy mix of both parties. People who allow fear to overtake them can make very stupid decisions. People who allow their lust for power and control to dominate them will stop at nothing until their will is made to crush everyone else. And when potentially unlimited power enters the equation...it's bound to scare both the normal people and the domineering ones too. After all, such a being directly goes against notions of their own superiority."

She'd glance at Birdway for a moment, and then to Albrekka, before continuing.

"So it's in everyone's best interest to assume such a being could exist here, even if they currently have no proof of it. It'd be too risky or intriguing to ignore such a thing, which is why so many have gathered. Something has happened to get the world's attention, and all signs point to 'vampire.' Whether it is a real vampire, or a person or group deliberately invoking vampiric symbolism to gain attention, the pieces have gathered on the board. It could be a trap, but it is a trap that must be sprung in order to prove or disprove what lies at its heart. There are those wishing to destroy what they fear...there are those who wish to gain or control that which they fear or envy."

She leaned back comfortably, preferring to be relaxed for what she was about to say next. After all, she was likely to be widely mocked for what was to follow, so it was best to not be tense.

"...And then there's people like me who don't really care about power or people with power unless they're doing bad things with it. If it turns out there is a vampire, but they're not actually doing anything wrong, then I see no reason to bother them. Maybe have tea or something, and that's about it."

And now here will come the talk about how foolish and ignorant I am for believing in such a thing...

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Post  Albrekka Starbright on Fri Nov 25, 2016 4:10 am

"First of all, since you seem to be well aware of who I am, why exactly do you believe you have any sort of standing allowing you address me like this? I’m waiting. Go, spit it out."

"As I expected..."  Was all Albrekka could really say to that effect, sighing as she finished her comment.  Birdway was, after all, a magician so deep in the grime of traditional magic that it would be impossible to answer such an absurd question in any way that would please her.  "It doesn't matter.  Let's get this underway, then."  She would wait for either Erin or Leivinia to respond in some way.  Perhaps here she could gleam more intel?

And so, Albrekka would let Leivinia and Erin talk amongst themselves, listening intently.  In some way, the dialogue was nostalgic.  When Erin finished her comment on whether or not the vampire is real...

"Right, at this point we need to provide a counterexample or show that there isn't one."  She would cross her arms to this.  "That was my concern too. Notably, that by looking into this, we'll be drawing attention. To many people, information is like any other object or tool, and people take authority over it and don't like people digging. But...in this situation, that's the risk we have to take. Its not just knowing, its the town's safety as well."  She would look to the ground, letting Erin finish, nodding to her comment.

"Well, back to what I mentioned, that's why I'm going to look for Oldturf.  He has information.  Information I'm sure some forces here in town are not happy that he knows.  Truthfully, it might already be too late..."  She would frown at the thought.  "But, I should look into him all the same.  Mark and I were about to look in that direction when the explosion occurred."  She would look to the two for their comments, though she felt as if Leivinia had another idea in mind.  After all, if that was her goal, wouldn't that had been an issue already addressed?  Erin...as she was a year ago, her desires were largely unreadable on where to go next.  Albrekka had long thought of the mentality of common magicians, but Erin was...certainly different.  Why she was here, with Leivinia finding any interest in her, was curious enough.

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Post  Leivinia Birdway on Wed Nov 30, 2016 6:46 pm

For a long moment, Birdway had fallen silent to lend an ear to detective girl Erin’s words. They brought pleasure over her, as she felt the girl’s understanding of the entire situation was going beyond the average person’s perspective. A good sign, meaning she didn’t have to waste further breath on more explanations.

«…And then there's people like me who don't really care about power or people with power unless they're doing bad things with it. If it turns out there is a vampire, but they're not actually doing anything wrong, then I see no reason to bother them. Maybe have tea or something, and that's about it.»

«You would be surprised, Fool. You’d truly be surprised.»

Leaving those words only with an offhand comment, Birdway didn’t expand on what exactly she meant with it. But going by the knowledge some Magicians held, it was at least possible to assume that the usual vampire was a rather peaceful creature interpretation could actually add some meaning to it.

Twisting her lips in a childish manner, that little girl with the mind of a monster, awaited the green haired one’s words to reach an end. There was a bit more of satisfaction or maybe taunt found in her reaction to the words spoken, but it was left just as undefined as ever before.

«Say, did you never find it strange that word about Paul Oldturf’s actions is spreading so far over the town? Wherever you walk and whoever you talk to, everyone heard about that policeman investigating the incident. He’s an amateur with no idea of Magic. He might be a policeman, but his means can in no way be compared to any of those held by the specialists that have assembled. Hell, it’s plain as day that none of them would even lend him a hand. And yet the word treats him like the joker? To begin with, why is there no one stopping him? Why aren’t the major players doing something about him? Like the Anglicans. It’s not like that surveillance network covering the entirety of Whitby is that easy to slip past, even I had my difficulties. So, isn’t it strange that his name has become that famous and yet nothing was done about him?»

Delight was all that filled her voice. It was as if she was enjoying the sight of a small rat running through a labyrinth. But in the end, wasn’t Paul Oldturf just that rat?

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Post  Erin Lightheart on Thu Dec 01, 2016 5:29 am

"A policeman who openly 'knows things' in a town currently facing a vampire crisis in which many factions have gathered and where war could ignite over the smallest misstep? That doesn't sound right to me. Considering the toes any would-be vampire would step on just by existing, as we've gone over just now, it doesn't sound like they care about what he talks about to others. That could mean multiple things. One such thing could be that what he knows is irrelevant, and the higher powers can safely ignore what he says because they're certain he'll lead people like us in the wrong direction. Alternatively, he's actually deliberately planted there by a faction to see who will approach him asking for information, so the important people can get a good idea about who is involved or not. A fancy bait to lure people like me or Albrekka into their world, perhaps, so we can be removed without bothering them. On the other hand, he's still a police officer. A bunch of civilians from outside of town suddenly showing up to ask him to surrender additional details about a criminal case will just be laughed at, at best. At worst we'd be considered suspicious."

She took a deep breath as she considered their options.

"Either way, we can't approach him without tipping someone off and getting unwanted attention from the wrong people. Someone like him being allowed to roam free is either being watched himself or doesn't actually know anything useful. If we really are out of options, we could try to arrange a 'coincidental' meeting with him that won't raise as much suspicion...but getting him to actually talk and let us know if what he knows is worthless or not is another matter. Of course, it would be easier if he was an easily manipulated person...would you two happen to know anything about that?"

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Post  Vita Vesta Caesar on Fri Dec 02, 2016 8:54 am

Though Moore winced slightly when Necessarius was mentioned, he did not allow it to show on his expression as he stoically took in everything Addicott had said. Dutifully, he absorbed every morsel of information, pared it down to the bare necessities, and determined what actions needed to be taken. Without allowing emotions to interfere, he mediated the desired reality and the current one using cold pragmatism and the Knights' code of conduct, applying both where necessary in order to achieve a balance where neither ruined the other.

There are many kinds of intelligence. And originally, Moore was proficient in very few of them. It was not a matter of stupidity—his nature was of the variety that preferred the simplicity of action. He had little compatibility with forethought, and no desire to improve his lot with it. He received all that the world gave him with gratitude, and responded as directly as he could. A prodigious footsoldier, perhaps, but hardly a commander. He would never rise far.

But as Moore coolheadedly directed the knights to calm the mob, creating organization where there once was chaos, generating simplicity from complication, it was clear that he was not the same man he had been. His heart was the same as it had always been, but the body built around had grown. He had not discovered a buried talent, nor had he been gifted with secret assistance. All he had done was what he had always done. He took in everything with simple gratitude.

With no clue how to navigate England's cutthroat politics, he had simply thrown himself at it, starting low and slow. Moore failed over and over again. But success did not prove to be too elusive. Soon, failures were replaced by successes, his inadequacy compensated for by drilling the correct actions into his bones. He had learned tactics and strategy the same way. He treated everything like his sword: countless times, swing, cut, slash, parry, block, and counter. Repeat until it is second-nature. Repeat until the sword is nothing more than an extension of your arm.

Having come so far, the stakes for failure had risen. Even if he learned from his mistakes by drilling the lessons learned from them into his bones, the consequences might mean he would never be given a chance to use his new weapon. It was not like the very beginning where a failure meant only that he would suffer the refined laughter of the victor. But though he had made a mistake, that did not mean that he would suddenly become a failure. Moore wouldn't give up from this much.

Separating the crowds of people at strategic locations to break apart the mob, applying firm pressure in some places, and giving way where being too stiff would result in being cracked. Rallying the men, and leaving heavy presences in places the shadows of magicians could be seen moving. Not one ounce came from his heart—it was all the body which had been built up around it, born through countless experiences and constant, diligent effort.

"Reinforce them at Point 4-B." "Suspicious movement at 3-C? Send a unit over to reinforce them." "Let them through at 9-D. If you're too forceful, they'll panic."

Sir Henry Moore would not fail himself or his men. Here, the past, no matter how immediate or how important, had no place.

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