Escape to Witch Mountain
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Carter Mitchell
Alexis Lively
Lorelei Ashford
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Escape to Witch Mountain
Lorelei Ashford Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:41 pm
Characters: Lorelei Ashford, Michael Ashford, Annabella Ashford, William Ashford, Gavin Mitchell, Carter Mitchell, Alexis Lively, Ebony Savoy
When: Days before reaching the Azoth Manor;
Where: Ashford Manor, Long Island
Summary: It was just another beautiful Saturday afternoon without a cloud in the sky, everything seemed right as rain. The Ashfords were safe in their manor behind their shields and cloaks. To the outside world, the enchanter family seemed to be just like any other family and household. No one suspected that any of them had any magical powers that could fool them. The charms and shields placed on the old house had grown stronger over the centuries and unless an enemy was pointed right to their front door, no one would be able to find them. So when an explosion greeted them on their patio that morning lead by the vicious Ebony Savoy and her Leopold Hunters, the Ashfords and Gavin Mitchell were caught off guard as they were forced to fight for their lives.
When: Days before reaching the Azoth Manor;
Where: Ashford Manor, Long Island
Summary: It was just another beautiful Saturday afternoon without a cloud in the sky, everything seemed right as rain. The Ashfords were safe in their manor behind their shields and cloaks. To the outside world, the enchanter family seemed to be just like any other family and household. No one suspected that any of them had any magical powers that could fool them. The charms and shields placed on the old house had grown stronger over the centuries and unless an enemy was pointed right to their front door, no one would be able to find them. So when an explosion greeted them on their patio that morning lead by the vicious Ebony Savoy and her Leopold Hunters, the Ashfords and Gavin Mitchell were caught off guard as they were forced to fight for their lives.
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…Escape to Witch Mountain
Ashford Manor, Long Island
Ashford Manor, Long Island
The eye can be deceiving--what seems to be can be very different from what actually is. For Lorelei Ashford, her life was the epitome of deceit to the outside world where she appeared to be just another average girl--as average as she could be considering her family's wealth and influence. Born and raised on Long Island, the enchantress was surrounded by suburban life. While she appeared to fit the same mold as everyone else, a greater force drove her. She might have had a million friends, doting parents, and a pain for a little brother, and while she was an honors student well on her way to completing law school at Columbia, it wasn't as black and white as it sounded. In fact, Lorelei led a double life since the moment she was born. The truth of the matter was, the Ashford sibling was different. Not the kind of different where she had six toes on one foot or was a nerd--she always had friends and never lacked for company. No, this sort of different had to do with her birth--what she was born into. Mana flowed through her veins and that mana gave her the ability of magic. Her father and uncle were also like her, along with her cousins and sibling, they had the power to influence and charm those around them to do their bidding. Free will stripped and the doors to their minds susceptible to infiltration. To put it simply, she was an enchantress—literally. She could have anything she wanted just by thinking it and others would act and yet with a power like that great responsibility came with it. Any human would want her life, her position but what none of them realized was that her life and her family's was all a curse just the same.
The good came with the bad. If the greater human population had known about them, one of two things would happen. They would either be used for their abilities or killed. Lorelei was used to being a target; the arcanists were in the middle of a war that had been raging on for centuries. While it was their job to protect the greater world from the shadow realm, there were those few enlightened humans who wanted nothing more than to destroy them--the Edict of Leopold Hunters. Their creed was to wipe the face of the Earth clean of arcane blood; the very people who sought to protect humanity. It was all in the name of God and none of them cared to see passed the fact that the arcanists didn't have a choice in the matter. They were born this way and still they were hunted like dogs. The elders had been wise and during her great grandmother's generation, she had strengthened the defenses of their ancestral home Ashford Manor. To outsiders, nothing ever seemed out of place or out of the ordinary. It seemed like just another old house. With the combined powers of the old heads, shields had been placed around the property to ward off those seeking to harm them or anyone who wouldn't know the exact location of the house. An illusion was also put in place to hide any magical activity going on--all they would see is the house and lands. It was all precautionary and unless an ally of the enchanter family shared their location with an enemy, they were all safe.
Unfortunately for Lorelei, she wasn't safe from those who were already invited and present at that morning's usual Saturday brunch. Emerald hues silently glared daggers at the oldest conjurer present on the patio that morning. He would do anything to get under her skin but then again she would try to do the same. Her tense demeanor was completely hidden behind a casual smile as her eyes roamed the group of assembled guests. Because of the Mitchell's close proximity to the Ashford Manor, the conjurer family was a frequent guest and nit by her choice. She couldn't understand her cousin William's boyhood friendship with the insufferable boar. For as long as she could remember, Gavin Mitchell had attempted to force his will upon her but he never could since her will was stronger--she wasn't beneath using her powers where that one was concerned. Leaning forward in her seat, lithe fingers wrapped around the coffee canister as she lazily filled her coffee cup. Pushing the top closed, she placed it towards the side. She listened to the conversation with half an ear, what was the point anyway--they were safe at the manor. What else could they do after all? With their parent’s disappearance, William had assumed the head position. It was decided that it was best for them to stay put and see if there were any clues. Her cousin meant well but Lorelei knew they would find nothing without actually looking. A rumor had flitted about that a few of the families had decided to retreat to the Azoth Estate in Seattle but she along with her cousin felt that there was no need to join them. With a drop of milk and a spoonful of sugar to sweeten the taste, her spoon would prepare and stir the contents on it's own. It was just one of the many items that had been enchanted by her family over the years.
Resting her cheek against the palm of her hand, she made an exaggerated sigh. "We're better off staying where we are, right William?" The enchantress enjoyed pitting the two friends against one another. This was just one subject the two of them couldn't agree on. While the survival of the arcanists was important, the Ashfords typically looked out for themselves first. A sweet, innocent smile curled up at the corners of her lips as she pointedly directed it to Gavin. Reaching out to pull the spoon from the cup, she brought the rim of the mug to her lips and took a long sip of her coffee. It really was a gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky as the umbrella shaded them from the sun on the open balcony, which looked out to the gardens below. A breeze picked up causing her auburn locks to sway with the wind, ignoring them. Unconsciously one leg would cross with the other as she leaned against the armrest of her chair. The tight, fitted jeans she was wearing could be seen through the glass table along with her spiked heeled knee high boots, which encased her pants. The fitted olive green sleeveless top would bring out her eyes as the scooped, loose neckline graciously show off her neck as it hung off. Porcelain skin would glow in the sunlight as the minx was quickly making her opinions known. She couldn't say she had anything against the conjurer family. What stood them apart was the growing feud between Gavin and herself, which in turn pitted her against the youngest of the family. Other than that, she had no problem being in the same room as the others.
Yet, that still didn't excuse her cousin to invite them over. "Besides, this is a family matter. What we do is our own decision and as you can see we're perfectly fine." The enchantress knew she was being stubborn and she knew the benefits to seeking out aid and retreating to the Estate, but Lorelei couldn't help but stand on the opposite side of her tormentor. Pausing as her words would linger in the air before adding, "But really, don't let that stop you from leaving." Holding out her hand towards the door, she never could truly understand her irrational feelings towards him. As a young girl, her feelings were simply equated to hating boys and Adelina had been her faithful ally. The two had maliciously teased him, as their practical jokes would continue throughout their childhood. Long lashes would innocently bat in Gavin's direction before she turned to look at her brother and younger cousin who were also present. "If there was a problem, I'm sure we would have heard about it." Despite how sure Lorelei sounded, it was all for their benefit. For all the parents to disappear out of thin air without a word, the enchantress couldn't help but worry silently to herself. She wanted to know the truth about what was going on, she wasn't a child anymore. What would drive them to just up and leave without a note?
The good came with the bad. If the greater human population had known about them, one of two things would happen. They would either be used for their abilities or killed. Lorelei was used to being a target; the arcanists were in the middle of a war that had been raging on for centuries. While it was their job to protect the greater world from the shadow realm, there were those few enlightened humans who wanted nothing more than to destroy them--the Edict of Leopold Hunters. Their creed was to wipe the face of the Earth clean of arcane blood; the very people who sought to protect humanity. It was all in the name of God and none of them cared to see passed the fact that the arcanists didn't have a choice in the matter. They were born this way and still they were hunted like dogs. The elders had been wise and during her great grandmother's generation, she had strengthened the defenses of their ancestral home Ashford Manor. To outsiders, nothing ever seemed out of place or out of the ordinary. It seemed like just another old house. With the combined powers of the old heads, shields had been placed around the property to ward off those seeking to harm them or anyone who wouldn't know the exact location of the house. An illusion was also put in place to hide any magical activity going on--all they would see is the house and lands. It was all precautionary and unless an ally of the enchanter family shared their location with an enemy, they were all safe.
Unfortunately for Lorelei, she wasn't safe from those who were already invited and present at that morning's usual Saturday brunch. Emerald hues silently glared daggers at the oldest conjurer present on the patio that morning. He would do anything to get under her skin but then again she would try to do the same. Her tense demeanor was completely hidden behind a casual smile as her eyes roamed the group of assembled guests. Because of the Mitchell's close proximity to the Ashford Manor, the conjurer family was a frequent guest and nit by her choice. She couldn't understand her cousin William's boyhood friendship with the insufferable boar. For as long as she could remember, Gavin Mitchell had attempted to force his will upon her but he never could since her will was stronger--she wasn't beneath using her powers where that one was concerned. Leaning forward in her seat, lithe fingers wrapped around the coffee canister as she lazily filled her coffee cup. Pushing the top closed, she placed it towards the side. She listened to the conversation with half an ear, what was the point anyway--they were safe at the manor. What else could they do after all? With their parent’s disappearance, William had assumed the head position. It was decided that it was best for them to stay put and see if there were any clues. Her cousin meant well but Lorelei knew they would find nothing without actually looking. A rumor had flitted about that a few of the families had decided to retreat to the Azoth Estate in Seattle but she along with her cousin felt that there was no need to join them. With a drop of milk and a spoonful of sugar to sweeten the taste, her spoon would prepare and stir the contents on it's own. It was just one of the many items that had been enchanted by her family over the years.
Resting her cheek against the palm of her hand, she made an exaggerated sigh. "We're better off staying where we are, right William?" The enchantress enjoyed pitting the two friends against one another. This was just one subject the two of them couldn't agree on. While the survival of the arcanists was important, the Ashfords typically looked out for themselves first. A sweet, innocent smile curled up at the corners of her lips as she pointedly directed it to Gavin. Reaching out to pull the spoon from the cup, she brought the rim of the mug to her lips and took a long sip of her coffee. It really was a gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky as the umbrella shaded them from the sun on the open balcony, which looked out to the gardens below. A breeze picked up causing her auburn locks to sway with the wind, ignoring them. Unconsciously one leg would cross with the other as she leaned against the armrest of her chair. The tight, fitted jeans she was wearing could be seen through the glass table along with her spiked heeled knee high boots, which encased her pants. The fitted olive green sleeveless top would bring out her eyes as the scooped, loose neckline graciously show off her neck as it hung off. Porcelain skin would glow in the sunlight as the minx was quickly making her opinions known. She couldn't say she had anything against the conjurer family. What stood them apart was the growing feud between Gavin and herself, which in turn pitted her against the youngest of the family. Other than that, she had no problem being in the same room as the others.
Yet, that still didn't excuse her cousin to invite them over. "Besides, this is a family matter. What we do is our own decision and as you can see we're perfectly fine." The enchantress knew she was being stubborn and she knew the benefits to seeking out aid and retreating to the Estate, but Lorelei couldn't help but stand on the opposite side of her tormentor. Pausing as her words would linger in the air before adding, "But really, don't let that stop you from leaving." Holding out her hand towards the door, she never could truly understand her irrational feelings towards him. As a young girl, her feelings were simply equated to hating boys and Adelina had been her faithful ally. The two had maliciously teased him, as their practical jokes would continue throughout their childhood. Long lashes would innocently bat in Gavin's direction before she turned to look at her brother and younger cousin who were also present. "If there was a problem, I'm sure we would have heard about it." Despite how sure Lorelei sounded, it was all for their benefit. For all the parents to disappear out of thin air without a word, the enchantress couldn't help but worry silently to herself. She wanted to know the truth about what was going on, she wasn't a child anymore. What would drive them to just up and leave without a note?
Lorelei Ashford- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Enchantment
Posts : 4
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Alexis Lively Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:32 am
Alexis Lively wasn’t the kind of person who had to rush for things. She was prepared. She knew what was going to happen. It was rare she was caught completely off guard, and couldn’t handle a situation at hand. It was her duty to know things. She knew how people were feeling, how they would react generally in certain situations, or at least why they acted that way. She felt secure in this, in her ability to be calm and collected and prepared in every situation. Unfortuantely for her, this general fact was proving to be more and more false. On the one hand, the disappearance of all the Arcanists’ parents was a surprise. Sure, she knew something bad was going to happen, but disappearing entirely? And she couldn’t even see what was going on yet… And now there was this. This horrible thing. Alexis definitely had had a feeling of foreboding for days, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Finally, after the nagging feeling refused to reveal itself into something understandable, Alexis took time off of work to fully engage herself in a spell that would allow her some foresight.
It was almost like she had been training for this her whole life. In retrospect, she probably was. Surely her parents had foreseen something like this, for they were great Diviners with immense power. Without them, Alexis had the most. Being head of the family had its upsides, she supposed. Foresight had its good moments. Knowing what was going to happen, especially bigger events that required her attention, was a plus indeed. So when she’d finally given in to her concerns about something horrible happening, she saw it. An explosion, a vaguely familiar home, an address she remembered being given to her when she was younger, one she used to write to all the time…
“Oh my God, Lorelei!”
A gasp escaped her lips. Frantically, she picked up her cell phone. Their numbers were unlisted - it was easy to track down a house through home phone numbers. Cell numbers were more difficult, but neither Lorelei nor Alexis had cell phones before Lorelei stopped writing to Alexis… Everyone phone number she tried failed. Panicking, she grabbed her keys, a few necessities, and bolted out the door. Her apartment wasn’t far from a main street, and she’d run straight there, throwing a hand up to catch the attention of a taxi cab. It didn’t take long to get one - fiery red hair stood out upon the grey and drab looking street, and she was picked up only moments after arriving on the street. “JFK Airport, as soon as possible. Please, please step on it!“ The taxi driver was used to this kind of thing. He merely nodded at her like it wasn’t really an emergency though knew if he was timely he’d probably get a bigger tip. During the ride she called her brother and told him why she had to leave New York, and told him to please watch over their sister. She hung up before much else could be said, or before he could object to her meddling in the affairs of the other Arcanists. Alexis couldn’t stand by and let this happen… not again. She couldn’t take a passive role in this…
---- Quite a few hours later ----
Alexis didn’t chance using a cab to drive her to the Ashford family house. Instead, she got them to drop her off somewhere a few blocks away, and ran the rest of the way. She wasn’t one to get lost, and of course had used her Iphone to Mapquest the area. There she pinpointed out the easiest route to take and where to be dropped off. She threw money at the cab driver and bolted from the taxi, throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder and making a mad dash for the Ashford Manor. Out of breath, the redhead struggled to reach the house in time. She knew with the delayed flight and the horrible layovers and all the things that went wrong on her trip to the Ashford manor, she could very well be too late. She was thankful when she saw the house in perfect condition, and she raced up the front steps, old, dirty black converse shoes slapping the pavement hard. She lifted a slender, pale freckled hand and knocked harshly on the front door.
“LORELEI! Open up, please! It’s Alexis, please open the door. I need to talk to you right now!”
It was almost like she had been training for this her whole life. In retrospect, she probably was. Surely her parents had foreseen something like this, for they were great Diviners with immense power. Without them, Alexis had the most. Being head of the family had its upsides, she supposed. Foresight had its good moments. Knowing what was going to happen, especially bigger events that required her attention, was a plus indeed. So when she’d finally given in to her concerns about something horrible happening, she saw it. An explosion, a vaguely familiar home, an address she remembered being given to her when she was younger, one she used to write to all the time…
“Oh my God, Lorelei!”
A gasp escaped her lips. Frantically, she picked up her cell phone. Their numbers were unlisted - it was easy to track down a house through home phone numbers. Cell numbers were more difficult, but neither Lorelei nor Alexis had cell phones before Lorelei stopped writing to Alexis… Everyone phone number she tried failed. Panicking, she grabbed her keys, a few necessities, and bolted out the door. Her apartment wasn’t far from a main street, and she’d run straight there, throwing a hand up to catch the attention of a taxi cab. It didn’t take long to get one - fiery red hair stood out upon the grey and drab looking street, and she was picked up only moments after arriving on the street. “JFK Airport, as soon as possible. Please, please step on it!“ The taxi driver was used to this kind of thing. He merely nodded at her like it wasn’t really an emergency though knew if he was timely he’d probably get a bigger tip. During the ride she called her brother and told him why she had to leave New York, and told him to please watch over their sister. She hung up before much else could be said, or before he could object to her meddling in the affairs of the other Arcanists. Alexis couldn’t stand by and let this happen… not again. She couldn’t take a passive role in this…
---- Quite a few hours later ----
Alexis didn’t chance using a cab to drive her to the Ashford family house. Instead, she got them to drop her off somewhere a few blocks away, and ran the rest of the way. She wasn’t one to get lost, and of course had used her Iphone to Mapquest the area. There she pinpointed out the easiest route to take and where to be dropped off. She threw money at the cab driver and bolted from the taxi, throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder and making a mad dash for the Ashford Manor. Out of breath, the redhead struggled to reach the house in time. She knew with the delayed flight and the horrible layovers and all the things that went wrong on her trip to the Ashford manor, she could very well be too late. She was thankful when she saw the house in perfect condition, and she raced up the front steps, old, dirty black converse shoes slapping the pavement hard. She lifted a slender, pale freckled hand and knocked harshly on the front door.
“LORELEI! Open up, please! It’s Alexis, please open the door. I need to talk to you right now!”
Alexis Lively- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Divination
Posts : 9
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Carter Mitchell Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:27 pm
Carter Mitchell, had been with the group on the patio as Lorelei had come from inside the manor. Leaning against one of those alabaster stone vases that lined the patio, staying as far from the conversation as possible as he folded his arms around his chest, although he was partially listening with a tilt of his head in their direction. Carter would cast his gaze every now and then to his brother Gavin, who was intently eye balling the young Enchantress all the while. When one of the servants passed him by she'd offer him something to drink, coffee, tea, or me? She said with her eyes as Carter motioned her away with a lift of his hand before pushing it back under his other arm. He found himself wandering again in his mind with a low sigh. His attention was brought to the pattern in the stone floor of the patio under his feet. Carter shook his head slowly as he didn't look over as he spoke:: " Of course we've heard something... Did everyone forget that about a month ago.. Myself and Eve Cassidy were attacked by the shadowkind.. " Granted it was only one but he was strong enough to give us a run for our money.. " if thats not proof enough that something big is going to happen.. maybe we should all just.." he wasn't able to finish what he was gonna say when he looked up. His eyes focused on the sliding door that lead into the manor. " Diiid... anyone here that..? " sounded like someone was banging on the door.
Carter Mitchell- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Conjuration
Posts : 8
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Gavin Mitchell Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:47 am
Everyone knew oil and water just did not mix at all. The same equivalent could be said about Gavin Mitchell and Lorelei Ashford. From as young as Gavin could remember the girl was insufferable. He had often been the butt of Lorelei and Adelina’s practical jokes. But even at a frail age Gavin never backed down from a challenge especially the Ashford sibling. Even when Gavin was a boy he was relentless in his torture, often pulling and tugging on Lorelei’s pig tails. Yet, it was usually his younger brother, Carter, who stood up to Lorelei. It had been joked that Carter had secretly crushed on the fiery enchantress.
Now, everyone had grown up into adults. Yet, the playful banter between the conjurer and enchantress continued. Both purposely making digs at the other. They were far worse than a married couple with how much they bickered. Gavin’s spine leaned back in his chair as he watched Lorelei pour herself a cup of coffee. His dark olive eyes sparkling with mischief from switching the sugar with the salt. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent an eruption of a chuckle that threatened to escape. A blue and white plaid button-down t-shirt framed his wide, brawny shoulders. The long sleeves had been rolled up to his thick forearms as he remained smug about his silent victory. “Look, all I’m saying is you guys can’t stay here your whole lives. With our parent’s gone we need to stick together. Divided we’re likely to be separated by the shadowkind.” Passion flowing from his words as his eyes burned into the auburn beauty.
Thick hands would reach forward to pluck the toasted onion bagel. Grabbing the knife to spread the cream cheese around the round bagel. Gavin would clench his jaw as Lorelei continued to provoke him. A roll of olive eyes was raised to the beautiful blue sky. “You can stay here but your house isn’t impenetrable, Ashford.” Gavin would take a large bite of his bagel, lapping at the cream cheese on the corner of his mouth. Grabbing the napkin to wipe his mouth. The eldest conjurer would continue to force his belief’s on the enchantress. Ever since they had been kidnapped by the Leopold’s Gavin took the position of protector for Lorelei Ashford. It was one reason Gav and William got along so well. Their uncanny desire to baby and protect Lorelei. Now, she was fully grown and a woman. No more pigtails or disgust for boys.
Peering over to the side Gavin could see his younger brother seem troubled. Yet, as soon as the beautiful female servant approached Carter, Gavin would offer a devilish grin. That was his brother right there. Back in his youth Gavin had been a playboy himself but considered himself more of a rebel. Gavin swallowed the portion of bagel as his eyes burned into the emerald-hued beauty. “Yes, you’re so perfectly fine that even your parents have gone MIA. Clearly, you’re overly confident and that’s your problem, Lora.” A nick name he had given her over the years. A sigh escaping the conjurer who reached forward for his glass of orange juice. “You’re hopeless.” Irritation flashing behind Gavin’s green eyes as the enchantress knew exactly what buttons to push. Reaching for his bagel to take another bite as he quietly ate. Shaking his head stubbornly, “Leaving is the best idea. Maybe all your time in the family pool finally bleached your brain. But we’re not safe here.” It was obvious Gavin cared deeply for Lorelei and her family. The conjurer wanted to leave for Seattle, Washington. Yet, that obnoxious conscious of his restricted him from leaving without the Ashford’s.
Carter’s voice breaking the verbal confrontation and at a timely manner, too. Glancing to the side, Gavin quietly listened. “Think your blowup doll arrived for you, Ashford.” Gavin jested with a cocky grin, poking more fun at his next door neighbor. Sarcasm evident in his husky tone. Carter’s attack only made Gavin more cautious and concerned. With their parent’s gone Gavin was Head of their family. All the responsibility of keeping his siblings safe rested in his lap. Which was why he felt the need to leave. Who knew what else could attack them at anytime? Reaching over the table, Gavin would playfully nudge Lorelei. “Go make yourself useful and answer the door.” Gavin’s glee morphing across his handsome face. Dark denim jean legs would kick up purposely onto Lorelei’s knees to rest. Black sketcher clad feet would rest on her tight skinny jeans. A faint five o’clock shadow outlined his handsome face from lack of shaving for the last two days. As the banging became louder, Gavin’s thick brow cocked along his forehead. “They clearly want in your house.”
Now, everyone had grown up into adults. Yet, the playful banter between the conjurer and enchantress continued. Both purposely making digs at the other. They were far worse than a married couple with how much they bickered. Gavin’s spine leaned back in his chair as he watched Lorelei pour herself a cup of coffee. His dark olive eyes sparkling with mischief from switching the sugar with the salt. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent an eruption of a chuckle that threatened to escape. A blue and white plaid button-down t-shirt framed his wide, brawny shoulders. The long sleeves had been rolled up to his thick forearms as he remained smug about his silent victory. “Look, all I’m saying is you guys can’t stay here your whole lives. With our parent’s gone we need to stick together. Divided we’re likely to be separated by the shadowkind.” Passion flowing from his words as his eyes burned into the auburn beauty.
Thick hands would reach forward to pluck the toasted onion bagel. Grabbing the knife to spread the cream cheese around the round bagel. Gavin would clench his jaw as Lorelei continued to provoke him. A roll of olive eyes was raised to the beautiful blue sky. “You can stay here but your house isn’t impenetrable, Ashford.” Gavin would take a large bite of his bagel, lapping at the cream cheese on the corner of his mouth. Grabbing the napkin to wipe his mouth. The eldest conjurer would continue to force his belief’s on the enchantress. Ever since they had been kidnapped by the Leopold’s Gavin took the position of protector for Lorelei Ashford. It was one reason Gav and William got along so well. Their uncanny desire to baby and protect Lorelei. Now, she was fully grown and a woman. No more pigtails or disgust for boys.
Peering over to the side Gavin could see his younger brother seem troubled. Yet, as soon as the beautiful female servant approached Carter, Gavin would offer a devilish grin. That was his brother right there. Back in his youth Gavin had been a playboy himself but considered himself more of a rebel. Gavin swallowed the portion of bagel as his eyes burned into the emerald-hued beauty. “Yes, you’re so perfectly fine that even your parents have gone MIA. Clearly, you’re overly confident and that’s your problem, Lora.” A nick name he had given her over the years. A sigh escaping the conjurer who reached forward for his glass of orange juice. “You’re hopeless.” Irritation flashing behind Gavin’s green eyes as the enchantress knew exactly what buttons to push. Reaching for his bagel to take another bite as he quietly ate. Shaking his head stubbornly, “Leaving is the best idea. Maybe all your time in the family pool finally bleached your brain. But we’re not safe here.” It was obvious Gavin cared deeply for Lorelei and her family. The conjurer wanted to leave for Seattle, Washington. Yet, that obnoxious conscious of his restricted him from leaving without the Ashford’s.
Carter’s voice breaking the verbal confrontation and at a timely manner, too. Glancing to the side, Gavin quietly listened. “Think your blowup doll arrived for you, Ashford.” Gavin jested with a cocky grin, poking more fun at his next door neighbor. Sarcasm evident in his husky tone. Carter’s attack only made Gavin more cautious and concerned. With their parent’s gone Gavin was Head of their family. All the responsibility of keeping his siblings safe rested in his lap. Which was why he felt the need to leave. Who knew what else could attack them at anytime? Reaching over the table, Gavin would playfully nudge Lorelei. “Go make yourself useful and answer the door.” Gavin’s glee morphing across his handsome face. Dark denim jean legs would kick up purposely onto Lorelei’s knees to rest. Black sketcher clad feet would rest on her tight skinny jeans. A faint five o’clock shadow outlined his handsome face from lack of shaving for the last two days. As the banging became louder, Gavin’s thick brow cocked along his forehead. “They clearly want in your house.”
Gavin Mitchell- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Conjuration
Posts : 6
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
William Ashford Fri Sep 17, 2010 5:03 pm
A throbbing pulse resided in the back temporal lobe of his head as it only grew the more the conversation continued. In the twenty-eight years of his life, William Ashford had always been stuck in between of their incessant banter. He knew first hand how his cousin and best friend would react to one another the moment either of them would enter a room. It was pointless to dissuade them because they would only find some other avenue to take. And so, the Head Enchanter was determined to stay out of their way at all costs. In truth he suspected the source, while William had every familiar right to be concerned about his cousin, Gavin didn’t have to share that concern. At times their bickering was amusing but now things were different. It was up to him to protect his family and make the hard decisions that needed to be made to insure the survival of the Ashford family. His sandy blond locks blew to the side in the wind, as his crystal blue hues gave no sign of his opinion. Thick legs were encased in a pair of jeans while the white linen collared shirt was buttoned up with the top two buttons left open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Signs of his own five o’clock shadow appeared on his chin since he hadn’t shaved that morning. His silver band watch and the black code of his necklace peeked through as his lips firmed; he listened with half an ear. He knew what Lorelei had been up to; she was a minx after all.
Despite his friend’s good intentions, this was one point he disagreed with. For generations the Ashford Manor protected their family and it had never failed them. But there was a greater reason to stay here, if their parents returned the first place they would look was here. Relocating the arcanists to Seattle was dangerous, and large moving force would attract attention, as they were more vulnerable on the outside. Together, sure they had a chance but no one outside anyone invited could truly locate them behind their shields. He wouldn’t speak though since his little cousin had made it her personal mission to thwart Gavin’s messages. It may have started out as a peaceful morning but the afternoon grew thick as the tension grew. Leaning back against his chair, his palm would cradle his jaw as his eyes roamed the assembled guests.
Catching sight of his own sister, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips but his attention quickly reverted to the conversation at hand. He would have to assert his opinion sooner or later even though he would be siding with his cousin. The safety of his family came first and while he could tell Lora was holding back her greater annoyance with the Head of the Conjuration family, he knew it wouldn’t last much longer. Sighing, hands fell to the glass table as he stood up pushing his chair back. “Gavin I know you mean well, but it’s my decision in the end and—“ He was cut off by the loud and distinct knocking at the front door. Scrunching his brows together, he had no clue who it could be as he turned his head towards the distant sound.
Despite his friend’s good intentions, this was one point he disagreed with. For generations the Ashford Manor protected their family and it had never failed them. But there was a greater reason to stay here, if their parents returned the first place they would look was here. Relocating the arcanists to Seattle was dangerous, and large moving force would attract attention, as they were more vulnerable on the outside. Together, sure they had a chance but no one outside anyone invited could truly locate them behind their shields. He wouldn’t speak though since his little cousin had made it her personal mission to thwart Gavin’s messages. It may have started out as a peaceful morning but the afternoon grew thick as the tension grew. Leaning back against his chair, his palm would cradle his jaw as his eyes roamed the assembled guests.
Catching sight of his own sister, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips but his attention quickly reverted to the conversation at hand. He would have to assert his opinion sooner or later even though he would be siding with his cousin. The safety of his family came first and while he could tell Lora was holding back her greater annoyance with the Head of the Conjuration family, he knew it wouldn’t last much longer. Sighing, hands fell to the glass table as he stood up pushing his chair back. “Gavin I know you mean well, but it’s my decision in the end and—“ He was cut off by the loud and distinct knocking at the front door. Scrunching his brows together, he had no clue who it could be as he turned his head towards the distant sound.
William Ashford- Rouge Arcanist
- Domain : Enchantment
Posts : 2
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Gavin Mitchell Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:59 pm
Gavin expected retribution from Lorelei Ashford. It was not uncommon for the two to indulge in a game of cat and mouse or up-one the other. Everyone at the table was used to it. Which was why nobody dared to intervene the two. Gavin was relentless in his harassment and Lorelei was incorrigible. They seemed to be two different sides to the same coin. Both skilled hunters and both expert fighters. They were bonded by their families as well as the magic coursing through their veins.
The gentle slide of William’s chair on the porch caused Gavin to look at his best friend. The conjurer could see his friend was tense, stressed, and worried behind those crystal blue eyes of his. The two were like brothers and Gavin often thought of the enchanter as one of his own. But on this topic both conjurer and enchanter just couldn’t see eye to eye on. Which is exactly what Lorelei had anticipated. She would cleverly try to drive a wedge between them anyway she could.
“Bro, I know it’s your decision. I’m not trying to take that away from you. Everyone at this table recognizes the kind of pressure and responsibility resting on your shoulders. We’re all tense, worried, and maybe even a bit scared.” He shot Lorelei a look when he ushered the last word. “I’m….just worried. With Carter being attacked I’m not sure New York is such a safe haven anymore.” It was true, Gavin was on edge himself. Even under all of his macho bravado and rude remarks he was scared. His parents were gone and he too carried the weight of his family. It was his responsibility to protect each of them in his family.
Gavin paused to follow William’s gaze. Sighing, the conjurer knew this conversation would not go any further until they opened the door. “Guess I’ll get it then.” Moving his feet away from Lorelei, Gavin would push his own chair gently back. Standing up, he took one more gulp of his orange juice before side-stepping his chair. He knew the Ashford Manor well. He had been over to their house countless times before. Heading away from the table Gavin walked inside the luxurious house. He headed for the front door as the banging on the door became more frantic. Long legs carried him quicker now sensing the urgency in the knocker’s plea.
The gentle slide of William’s chair on the porch caused Gavin to look at his best friend. The conjurer could see his friend was tense, stressed, and worried behind those crystal blue eyes of his. The two were like brothers and Gavin often thought of the enchanter as one of his own. But on this topic both conjurer and enchanter just couldn’t see eye to eye on. Which is exactly what Lorelei had anticipated. She would cleverly try to drive a wedge between them anyway she could.
“Bro, I know it’s your decision. I’m not trying to take that away from you. Everyone at this table recognizes the kind of pressure and responsibility resting on your shoulders. We’re all tense, worried, and maybe even a bit scared.” He shot Lorelei a look when he ushered the last word. “I’m….just worried. With Carter being attacked I’m not sure New York is such a safe haven anymore.” It was true, Gavin was on edge himself. Even under all of his macho bravado and rude remarks he was scared. His parents were gone and he too carried the weight of his family. It was his responsibility to protect each of them in his family.
Gavin paused to follow William’s gaze. Sighing, the conjurer knew this conversation would not go any further until they opened the door. “Guess I’ll get it then.” Moving his feet away from Lorelei, Gavin would push his own chair gently back. Standing up, he took one more gulp of his orange juice before side-stepping his chair. He knew the Ashford Manor well. He had been over to their house countless times before. Heading away from the table Gavin walked inside the luxurious house. He headed for the front door as the banging on the door became more frantic. Long legs carried him quicker now sensing the urgency in the knocker’s plea.
Gavin Mitchell- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Conjuration
Posts : 6
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Michael Ashford Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:47 pm
Having opted himself out of the little patio brunch taking place downstairs, Michael had hoped to go the rest of that afternoon without having to deal with their unwanted guests. He wasn't exactly the most sociable person in the world by nature, but in his mind any attempt to argue the decision that his family remain where they were rather than up and relocate themselves was only a waste of time. Staying put was the one thing that William and Lorelei actually seemed capable of agreeing on anymore--nevermind that Michael had no intention of leaving, himself. His agreeing with their decision only made it that much easier for him to swallow. Why argue something if you could avoid it? It just didn't seem like rocket science as far as he was concerned. The fact that Gavin couldn't seem to take no for an answer just made the whole situation come off as that much more pathetic, which was exactly why Michael had chosen to avoid the entire conversation altogether. His only loyalty was to his family, and even that could seem questionable at times.
When the sound of Alexis banging at the front door like she was the Department of Immigration coming to commandeer their maid so that they could deport her back to Argentina or wherever the hell she came from, he went out of his way to ignore that, too. More guests only meant a bigger headache. The only problem was that said banging didn't seem to stop, or even let up for any significant amount of time. Michael let out a frustrated huff before he pushed himself up from the sofa where he had been trying to nap, and began the trek downstairs so that he could tell whoever it was that nobody was home and proceed to slam the door in their face. Once he was close enough to actually hear Alexis call for his sister, however, that plan was pretty much scrapped in order to avoid Lorelei's wrath. He caught sight of Gavin entering the house from the patio area where he and the others had been talking just as he finished descending the stairs. His presence alone was worth a snarky comment, but Michael resisted the urge on the grounds of appearing civil. Instead, he ignored the eldest Mitchell sibling altogether as he beat him to the front door, which he promptly answered.
"She's sort of in the middle of something right now," he announced flatly once he'd opened the door to see a winded Alexis standing there. A split second later, he thought better of it and stepped to the side while pushing the door open even wider, allowing Alexis access to the house. He even thumbed her in the direction of the patio where the others were congregated, because he was such a nice, helpful guy.
"On second thought, feel free to interrupt."
When the sound of Alexis banging at the front door like she was the Department of Immigration coming to commandeer their maid so that they could deport her back to Argentina or wherever the hell she came from, he went out of his way to ignore that, too. More guests only meant a bigger headache. The only problem was that said banging didn't seem to stop, or even let up for any significant amount of time. Michael let out a frustrated huff before he pushed himself up from the sofa where he had been trying to nap, and began the trek downstairs so that he could tell whoever it was that nobody was home and proceed to slam the door in their face. Once he was close enough to actually hear Alexis call for his sister, however, that plan was pretty much scrapped in order to avoid Lorelei's wrath. He caught sight of Gavin entering the house from the patio area where he and the others had been talking just as he finished descending the stairs. His presence alone was worth a snarky comment, but Michael resisted the urge on the grounds of appearing civil. Instead, he ignored the eldest Mitchell sibling altogether as he beat him to the front door, which he promptly answered.
"She's sort of in the middle of something right now," he announced flatly once he'd opened the door to see a winded Alexis standing there. A split second later, he thought better of it and stepped to the side while pushing the door open even wider, allowing Alexis access to the house. He even thumbed her in the direction of the patio where the others were congregated, because he was such a nice, helpful guy.
"On second thought, feel free to interrupt."
Michael Ashford- Arcane-Touched
- Domain : Enchantment
Posts : 1
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Ebony Savoy Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:22 pm
Piercing chocolate hues watched from a distance as her lips would be set in a seal. Today was the day she would finally make headway in the name of the Leopolds. It wouldn’t be the first mission she was involved in where the hunters would be face to face with one of their greatest enemies. Only this time, Ebony Savoy would lead the others with the power to change the course of the war as they knew it. For some years now, the war had grown into a stalemate. The Edict had no previous knowledge of where any of the arcane families resided. That was until she caught a break in Rome in the name of one very helpful individual. He had given her untold knowledge even though he really didn’t know it himself. The tip of her tongue would slide across her lips, savoring the moment as she watched those pathetic idiots enjoy their morning tea as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. All that would change as she held the line behind a set of trees lingering on the outskirts of the barriers.
With knowledge of the Ashford Manor, the hunters would be able to see past the mist and infiltrate the home of the enchanter family. No enchanter would ever control her mind, her will was impenetrable, or so she believed. Anyone with the power to take control of another being was an abomination and a sin against God—they should rot in the depths of hell. Her helpful little friend had been very useful, which was why he was still breathing. His time would come like all the others. She was in luck since it would seem that other arcanists were present that morning. From this distance, she could see that something had caught their attention as one member stood up from the table followed by another. The time was now. Signaling to the left and right wing, she indicated them to spread out. Their shields would be their undoing since the outside world wouldn’t be able to hear their screams. The battlefield was theirs to manipulate to their advantage. Fist in the air with her fingers curled in, all eyes were on her for orders. Moments hung in the air as it grew thick with tension. Every sense was on edge waiting for her. Without a blink of an eye she pulled her hand down and fireworks literally lit up the scene.
Grenades and smoke bombs were hurled towards the patio where the arcanists lingered creating thick smoke and small craters within the polished stone floors following by a spray of bullets as the hunters charged forward to advance the line before ducking under hedges for cover. Ebony circled around the field through the trees as her two Colt 1911 pistols remained holstered at her sides. Black leather leggings incased her legs as a deep v-neck black tang top would fit her skin like a second skin. Long locks, the color of midnight, would graze her porcelain features as the heeled knee-high boots would hide a pair of matching blades within their length. Her team knew exactly what they had to do as they advanced on the little party. She would enter into the house from the side in order to cut off their escape root. With the battle out of her sight, she would emerge from the foliage and pulling out of one her guns. With the butt of the colt, she would smash one of the windows open and clear the window pane of glass before slipping inside finding herself in a living room. Stairs were situated off to the side as she quickly made her way towards them and ascended them. Reaching across, she pulled out the other gun with both fingers curled around the triggers ready to shoot. Ebony could still hear the fighting going on in the distance and voices in the room nearby.
With knowledge of the Ashford Manor, the hunters would be able to see past the mist and infiltrate the home of the enchanter family. No enchanter would ever control her mind, her will was impenetrable, or so she believed. Anyone with the power to take control of another being was an abomination and a sin against God—they should rot in the depths of hell. Her helpful little friend had been very useful, which was why he was still breathing. His time would come like all the others. She was in luck since it would seem that other arcanists were present that morning. From this distance, she could see that something had caught their attention as one member stood up from the table followed by another. The time was now. Signaling to the left and right wing, she indicated them to spread out. Their shields would be their undoing since the outside world wouldn’t be able to hear their screams. The battlefield was theirs to manipulate to their advantage. Fist in the air with her fingers curled in, all eyes were on her for orders. Moments hung in the air as it grew thick with tension. Every sense was on edge waiting for her. Without a blink of an eye she pulled her hand down and fireworks literally lit up the scene.
Grenades and smoke bombs were hurled towards the patio where the arcanists lingered creating thick smoke and small craters within the polished stone floors following by a spray of bullets as the hunters charged forward to advance the line before ducking under hedges for cover. Ebony circled around the field through the trees as her two Colt 1911 pistols remained holstered at her sides. Black leather leggings incased her legs as a deep v-neck black tang top would fit her skin like a second skin. Long locks, the color of midnight, would graze her porcelain features as the heeled knee-high boots would hide a pair of matching blades within their length. Her team knew exactly what they had to do as they advanced on the little party. She would enter into the house from the side in order to cut off their escape root. With the battle out of her sight, she would emerge from the foliage and pulling out of one her guns. With the butt of the colt, she would smash one of the windows open and clear the window pane of glass before slipping inside finding herself in a living room. Stairs were situated off to the side as she quickly made her way towards them and ascended them. Reaching across, she pulled out the other gun with both fingers curled around the triggers ready to shoot. Ebony could still hear the fighting going on in the distance and voices in the room nearby.
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Ebony Savoy- Leopold
- Domain : Leopold Hunter
Posts : 1
Re: Escape to Witch Mountain
Alexis Lively Wed Oct 13, 2010 8:33 pm
Alexis wasn't going to have time to give a warning. She did not foresee this. Well, not exactly. It was just like, duh. It had taken her so long to even get to where the Ashford Manor was, that it had been unlikely she would be given enough time to give a real warning from the start of her journey. But she had no expected to barely get in the door before the attack started. Michael's words had held her up momentarily from getting to Lorelei, and after he actually invited her in, she pushed past him and raced towards the patio where she heard quite a few disturbed voices. Another thing she hadn't seen in her vision; that there would be so many people. The only thing she had truly seen was explosions and the familiar house, a glimpse of Lorelei's frightened face. She skidded out onto the patio and the redhead let out a gasp of air and then exclaimed "LORELEI! YOU NEED TO LEAVE THE H---" And that's all she got out.
Voice was soon drowned out by small explosions sending rocks from broken bits of the patio spraying into the air. Alexis could feel a couple pieces pinging her skin, as she coughed on the smoke that now filled the air. A few words were muttered under her breath, using one of her diviner spells to detect the location of the attacker. Discernment was the only spell she could think of in such a hasty time to use. She wasn't sure who was attacking, and certainly not how since each family's house was usually incredibly well protected and secret. "They're already in the house - one of them that I can see right now. Lorelei we need to get out of here, right now." She yelled through the smoke, unable to see anyone around her just yet. She coughed some more, trying to catch her breath but having a difficult time getting air, what with all the debris floating around in it.
Alexis grabbed one of the larger bits of rocks that had been broken off of the patio, clutching it in her hand for protection. In a fight, especially unprepared, Alexis was pretty useless. Oh sure, you give her some kind of a weapon and she'd be fine. A real weapon, like a sword or knives or numchucks or something, but without that she was pretty useless. Divination had no real offensive spells, it was a class of power through knowledge, not power through brute force and mind manipulation like some of the other families. So, with rock in hand Alexis made her way towards the edge of the patio. Was there a way out through the back? Clearly they couldn't go through the front of the house now, not with a dark haired woman who's name might be Ebony lurking around like a tiger inside the house.
Voice was soon drowned out by small explosions sending rocks from broken bits of the patio spraying into the air. Alexis could feel a couple pieces pinging her skin, as she coughed on the smoke that now filled the air. A few words were muttered under her breath, using one of her diviner spells to detect the location of the attacker. Discernment was the only spell she could think of in such a hasty time to use. She wasn't sure who was attacking, and certainly not how since each family's house was usually incredibly well protected and secret. "They're already in the house - one of them that I can see right now. Lorelei we need to get out of here, right now." She yelled through the smoke, unable to see anyone around her just yet. She coughed some more, trying to catch her breath but having a difficult time getting air, what with all the debris floating around in it.
Alexis grabbed one of the larger bits of rocks that had been broken off of the patio, clutching it in her hand for protection. In a fight, especially unprepared, Alexis was pretty useless. Oh sure, you give her some kind of a weapon and she'd be fine. A real weapon, like a sword or knives or numchucks or something, but without that she was pretty useless. Divination had no real offensive spells, it was a class of power through knowledge, not power through brute force and mind manipulation like some of the other families. So, with rock in hand Alexis made her way towards the edge of the patio. Was there a way out through the back? Clearly they couldn't go through the front of the house now, not with a dark haired woman who's name might be Ebony lurking around like a tiger inside the house.
Alexis Lively- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Divination
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