Don't Wait for the Last Judgment
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Don't Wait for the Last Judgment
Taylor Sullivan Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:33 pm
Characters: Brayden Abrams and Taylor Sullivan
When: Before settling into Azoth Manor
Where: Seattle, WA
Summary: Coming soon....
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[it comes every day..]
SEATTLE, WA - THE STREETS
SEATTLE, WA - THE STREETS
No matter what the surroundings are, the circumstances are still the same – things didn’t change much and got a tad redundant after a while. However, this felt a little different. Taylor had never been on the west coast more than a week or so at one time, but something in her gut told her that Seattle is where she needed to be. It was her instinct telling her that something else was going on here than meets the eye and she better stick around to find out. Hell, isn’t that how all the stories go?
Already set up with a decent job and less-than decent apartment, the huntress had waited until nightfall to get out and explore the city. It wasn’t as busy as she expected it to be; part of her was expecting a New York-esque feel with more than a handful of people roaming the streets and the sounds of laughter and yelling. Maybe she had come out on the wrong day to see how Seattle night life really was – to see how many people were in danger when they stepped out onto the sidewalk. Oh well, this turned out to be more in her favor anyway; she didn’t have to stick to the shadows completely. It’s not like it mattered too much anyway.. she had mastered the art of being inconspicuous while carrying more weapons than a soldier usually did.
As she made her way down the sidewalk with one destination in particular, a man coming down the sidewalk appeared more nervous than he should have been. No taller than she was, his hair was straggly and looked like he hadn’t bathed in days and coming straight toward her. It wasn’t two seconds later where he “accidently” bumped into her and no sooner did her hand grab his which was strategically going from inside her leather jacket. As the man yelled out in pain when she wretched his arm in its unnatural way, she pushed him up against the near building; his face colliding with the cold stone. “I really wouldn’t be going into my pocket if I were you. Consider yourself lucky when I say you’re walking away with a sprained wrist.” With a small shake of her head, she let go of his hand and watched as he walked away nursing his now throbbing wrist. Her actions caught a few pedestrians’ attention, but none stayed when the young woman defended herself against the man – she could hold her own, and who would interfere when everything seemed under control?
The slight interruption was now another memory as she continued on her way down the emptying streets of Seattle toward a well-known hunting ground of Redcaps. Patterns had suggested that it was about time where they needed to ‘refuel’ before they started losing their energy. It had been a while since a good hunt for Taylor and tonight she was out for blood; which was ironically what the Shadowkind was after too – what a coincidence. With a plan and target in mind, she was one determined woman and usually got what she was looking for. If nothing else, it would be interesting – she’d make sure of it. If someone looks for trouble, they’re probably going to get it and that was her plan.
Already set up with a decent job and less-than decent apartment, the huntress had waited until nightfall to get out and explore the city. It wasn’t as busy as she expected it to be; part of her was expecting a New York-esque feel with more than a handful of people roaming the streets and the sounds of laughter and yelling. Maybe she had come out on the wrong day to see how Seattle night life really was – to see how many people were in danger when they stepped out onto the sidewalk. Oh well, this turned out to be more in her favor anyway; she didn’t have to stick to the shadows completely. It’s not like it mattered too much anyway.. she had mastered the art of being inconspicuous while carrying more weapons than a soldier usually did.
As she made her way down the sidewalk with one destination in particular, a man coming down the sidewalk appeared more nervous than he should have been. No taller than she was, his hair was straggly and looked like he hadn’t bathed in days and coming straight toward her. It wasn’t two seconds later where he “accidently” bumped into her and no sooner did her hand grab his which was strategically going from inside her leather jacket. As the man yelled out in pain when she wretched his arm in its unnatural way, she pushed him up against the near building; his face colliding with the cold stone. “I really wouldn’t be going into my pocket if I were you. Consider yourself lucky when I say you’re walking away with a sprained wrist.” With a small shake of her head, she let go of his hand and watched as he walked away nursing his now throbbing wrist. Her actions caught a few pedestrians’ attention, but none stayed when the young woman defended herself against the man – she could hold her own, and who would interfere when everything seemed under control?
The slight interruption was now another memory as she continued on her way down the emptying streets of Seattle toward a well-known hunting ground of Redcaps. Patterns had suggested that it was about time where they needed to ‘refuel’ before they started losing their energy. It had been a while since a good hunt for Taylor and tonight she was out for blood; which was ironically what the Shadowkind was after too – what a coincidence. With a plan and target in mind, she was one determined woman and usually got what she was looking for. If nothing else, it would be interesting – she’d make sure of it. If someone looks for trouble, they’re probably going to get it and that was her plan.
Last edited by Taylor Sullivan on Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:53 pm; edited 2 times in total
Taylor Sullivan- Arcane Protector
- Domain : Arcane Protector
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Re: Don't Wait for the Last Judgment
Brayden Abrams Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:33 pm
[ the negativity ascends ]
SEATTLE, WA — THE STREETS
SEATTLE, WA — THE STREETS
It seemed precedent that everything was falling out of place. What he had once known as a perfectly content life was spiraling out of control. In weeks prior to the day, the Abrams family had been full of life and was the close unit that they had always been. Without warning, all of that had quickly changed. The first stone cast had been the death of his younger sister, Amelia. After being flung from her car and onto the highway, there was no chance for her survival – the Leopolds had made sure of that. Her funeral had served as the point of descent. Not too long after the Abrams had laid her body to rest six feet under, every parental figure from each magical family disappeared without so much as a goodbye. In the haze that he was stuck in from losing his sister, Brayden felt even more of a loss at his parents’ disappearance. Nothing was making much sense; there wasn’t one thing that seemed to be lining up with another to give anyone answers. No logic, no hints, and no hope – everything was on a steady slope downwards with seemingly no chance of ever acclimating. At the end of every day, the Evoker was left with hardly any idea on how to pull his family back into the light that they had once flourished in. On top of it all, Elias had given him the reigns as Head of the family. To say he was overwhelmed would have been a dire understatement.
His newfound position as Head hadn’t come as too much of a surprise. Though his older brother was the eldest sibling, Eli had become so wrapped up in his parents’ vanishing act that he didn’t have the time. His older sister Leigh was lost in her own thoughts and distractions from everything, that it had become Brayden’s responsibility. The last time he had heard from Eli was when his brother went hunting for clues back in New York. While Leigh kept in touch in her endeavor to bring him back and keep the family together, even she was hard to reach at points. Though it hurt him to admit it, he only had himself and his youngest sibling Elliot to worry about now. He had to think about his family’s safety, and how to keep them away from the dangers of the Shadowkind and the Edict of Leopold. Now, in Seattle, he believed he had found a way – even if it was a temporary relief – to keep them together and safe, once Eli and Leigh returned. At the suggestion of the some other Heads, every family was relocating to the mystical grounds of the Azoth Estate – even though most families had little to do with each other over the passing years. Convincing his family to move as well hadn’t been too hard. Elias had promised to return to Seattle after his trip to New York, and Leigh had as well after her venture to retrieve him. Elliot hadn’t taken too much convincing – he wanted to get out of the place that reminded him of so much terror and distraught.
Regardless of how he had found himself in Washington, Brayden was there, happy about it or not. He had been meaning to check out the estate before he sent his siblings there; though once he had arrived in the area the news reports had caught his attention. Various murders and killings had been reported in various forms of media, all detailing the gruesome deaths of people who had dared to venture too far out of the city. While the newspapers promised that local officials were on the job and looking into it as dedicatedly as they can, the Abrams man had immediately recognized the telltale signs of the demons behind the spree. Without question, Redcaps were hunting, and weren’t being conspicuous about it. The signs all pointed to them – the time between each killing, the hunting grounds, and the way each body had been mutilated. While regular people had trouble coming to terms with the idea of such a monster, those trained by the magic in their veins had no trouble detecting the true cause behind the murders. As he walked down the streets, he kept his hands in his pockets, head bowed low as he kept to himself. He wasn’t in the mood for chitchat or for seeing the sights that random passers-by promised him he’d find in the city. Without much time left before Elliot arrived, Brayden had to clear out the threat and visit Azoth. He didn’t want anything to pose a threat to the family he had left.
His newfound position as Head hadn’t come as too much of a surprise. Though his older brother was the eldest sibling, Eli had become so wrapped up in his parents’ vanishing act that he didn’t have the time. His older sister Leigh was lost in her own thoughts and distractions from everything, that it had become Brayden’s responsibility. The last time he had heard from Eli was when his brother went hunting for clues back in New York. While Leigh kept in touch in her endeavor to bring him back and keep the family together, even she was hard to reach at points. Though it hurt him to admit it, he only had himself and his youngest sibling Elliot to worry about now. He had to think about his family’s safety, and how to keep them away from the dangers of the Shadowkind and the Edict of Leopold. Now, in Seattle, he believed he had found a way – even if it was a temporary relief – to keep them together and safe, once Eli and Leigh returned. At the suggestion of the some other Heads, every family was relocating to the mystical grounds of the Azoth Estate – even though most families had little to do with each other over the passing years. Convincing his family to move as well hadn’t been too hard. Elias had promised to return to Seattle after his trip to New York, and Leigh had as well after her venture to retrieve him. Elliot hadn’t taken too much convincing – he wanted to get out of the place that reminded him of so much terror and distraught.
Regardless of how he had found himself in Washington, Brayden was there, happy about it or not. He had been meaning to check out the estate before he sent his siblings there; though once he had arrived in the area the news reports had caught his attention. Various murders and killings had been reported in various forms of media, all detailing the gruesome deaths of people who had dared to venture too far out of the city. While the newspapers promised that local officials were on the job and looking into it as dedicatedly as they can, the Abrams man had immediately recognized the telltale signs of the demons behind the spree. Without question, Redcaps were hunting, and weren’t being conspicuous about it. The signs all pointed to them – the time between each killing, the hunting grounds, and the way each body had been mutilated. While regular people had trouble coming to terms with the idea of such a monster, those trained by the magic in their veins had no trouble detecting the true cause behind the murders. As he walked down the streets, he kept his hands in his pockets, head bowed low as he kept to himself. He wasn’t in the mood for chitchat or for seeing the sights that random passers-by promised him he’d find in the city. Without much time left before Elliot arrived, Brayden had to clear out the threat and visit Azoth. He didn’t want anything to pose a threat to the family he had left.
Brayden Abrams- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Evocation
Posts : 5
Re: Don't Wait for the Last Judgment
Taylor Sullivan Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:34 pm
With every minute that passed it seemed to trigger a drop in the temperature. What happened to the summer air that lasted throughout the night? Unfortunately, it was the time where the seasons were slowly transitioning from one to the next and from what she heard; it wasn’t that big of a difference. It rained during the summer and it rained during the winter – except during the winter it was cold. She had a feeling people were going to be constantly in a bad mood around this town. No sun = uptight people; and this was definitely a city that had the dreary feeling down pat (even at night).
With a slight adjustment of the various hidden weapons along her torso and back, she noticed the subtle difference of scenery as she made her way to the edge of town. She probably couldn’t tell you how long she had been walking for, but she knew her destination was not far off. It seemed that every other light was flickering and in need of some serious maintenance. Even if a person wasn’t been hunted down in the middle of the night, the atmosphere was less than welcoming and would most likely turn away anyone who wandered too far off their path.
Her pace slowed as she started to hear less and less noise around her. She was in an area where a redcap was currently residing in and/or hunting. The wind was thick, being pulled together with moisture and condensation covered the windows of the closed down stores. Hazel eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light as little shops turned into boarded up windows and graffiti covered bricks. It was their home now and she was trespassing on their turf; exactly what she wanted. It was her job to take away the threat that had been lurking in the shadows for months – to give people the chance to have one basic right.. to live. The tattoo that lay under her left wrist was a reminder of what her duties were to the everyone who was around her and the things she… okay, well, she didn’t think she owed anything to the Conclave, but who she did owe was her parents and to make them proud.
The faint sound of solid footsteps could be heard around her that seemed to be coming from every direction. It was as speakers had been put up around the small street she was on and someone happened to push play. Showtime. Eventually one or all of them would have to come out and little did they know what exactly they were hunting; the irony of it all. Her sense of hearing would play a big part in her role of the victim as she made her way around a corner. It was a pain in the ass that the buggers were so damn fast, so predicting which way they would come in would be a big advantage for the experienced huntress. With her breathing controlled and steady, she came to a complete stop waiting for the opportune moment.
With a slight adjustment of the various hidden weapons along her torso and back, she noticed the subtle difference of scenery as she made her way to the edge of town. She probably couldn’t tell you how long she had been walking for, but she knew her destination was not far off. It seemed that every other light was flickering and in need of some serious maintenance. Even if a person wasn’t been hunted down in the middle of the night, the atmosphere was less than welcoming and would most likely turn away anyone who wandered too far off their path.
Her pace slowed as she started to hear less and less noise around her. She was in an area where a redcap was currently residing in and/or hunting. The wind was thick, being pulled together with moisture and condensation covered the windows of the closed down stores. Hazel eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light as little shops turned into boarded up windows and graffiti covered bricks. It was their home now and she was trespassing on their turf; exactly what she wanted. It was her job to take away the threat that had been lurking in the shadows for months – to give people the chance to have one basic right.. to live. The tattoo that lay under her left wrist was a reminder of what her duties were to the everyone who was around her and the things she… okay, well, she didn’t think she owed anything to the Conclave, but who she did owe was her parents and to make them proud.
The faint sound of solid footsteps could be heard around her that seemed to be coming from every direction. It was as speakers had been put up around the small street she was on and someone happened to push play. Showtime. Eventually one or all of them would have to come out and little did they know what exactly they were hunting; the irony of it all. Her sense of hearing would play a big part in her role of the victim as she made her way around a corner. It was a pain in the ass that the buggers were so damn fast, so predicting which way they would come in would be a big advantage for the experienced huntress. With her breathing controlled and steady, she came to a complete stop waiting for the opportune moment.
Taylor Sullivan- Arcane Protector
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Posts : 3
Re: Don't Wait for the Last Judgment
Brayden Abrams Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:16 pm
[ you've got what it takes ]
SEATTLE, WA — THE STREETS
SEATTLE, WA — THE STREETS
As he slipped into the more deserted part of the city, the Evoker’s thoughts were focused primarily on the multiple curveballs that the families had all been thrown. Not one family had been warned about their parents disappearing; every domain had been thrown into the same chaotic mess as the others. Without their parents, it seemed that the families were out of ideas as to what to do with themselves. Brayden wondered to himself if any Diviner had seen this coming, or knew how to get answers, though he doubted that they did. While he hadn’t been in contact with them, he didn’t feel like they had any significant information to offer – if they did, they would have shared it. At least, he thought they would. Granted, he hadn’t been in contact with too many families. While he was closest to the Ashfords, his family had gotten along with the Kromans and the Mitchells. Unfortunately, neither of those domains had the ability to foresee the future. None of them had been able to predict that their parents would seemingly disappear out of time and space. The last time he had spoken to Lorelei, she had told him that everyone was just as clueless as he was.
He removed one hand from his pocket to rise up to his brow. Rubbing it with the back of his palm, he sighed, parting his lips slightly in the process. His tongue gently swept over his bottom lip, rewetting the area that was chapped. Whenever he was stressed, he resorted to nibbling at his lip for relief; that is, if he was nowhere near a kitchen. His family, as well as his friends, knew that he was notorious for baking when he found himself in a strenuous situation on his nerves. Luckily for the citizens of Seattle, they didn’t have kitchens on their streets. It didn’t take him too long to slink away from the bustling city, and the Head of the Evoker barely even noticed he had gotten closer to his destination. Having been lost in his thoughts, he was surprised to find himself encompassed by emptiness. The last thing he needed to do was to be caught off guard by accidentally stumbling into the very nest he was searching for. Redcaps were too dangerous to not be paid attention to.
With his thoughts racing, Brayden found it hard to concentrate on the noises around him. He could hear footsteps cascading down the concrete, though the source was still lost to him. Internally, he groaned. He knew that he was too caught up in his own struggles to be focusing on a hunt, but he felt that it was his duty to clean up the mess that the shadowkind were making. He needed to before his family arrived – he couldn’t have them being threatened by the beasts as soon as they arrived. As he turned the corner, he forced his thoughts to the back of his mind, slipping into a persona that he had gathered at a young age. When it came to hunting, he had been taught from two different perspectives: the Evoker side from his father, and the hunter side from his mother.
He removed one hand from his pocket to rise up to his brow. Rubbing it with the back of his palm, he sighed, parting his lips slightly in the process. His tongue gently swept over his bottom lip, rewetting the area that was chapped. Whenever he was stressed, he resorted to nibbling at his lip for relief; that is, if he was nowhere near a kitchen. His family, as well as his friends, knew that he was notorious for baking when he found himself in a strenuous situation on his nerves. Luckily for the citizens of Seattle, they didn’t have kitchens on their streets. It didn’t take him too long to slink away from the bustling city, and the Head of the Evoker barely even noticed he had gotten closer to his destination. Having been lost in his thoughts, he was surprised to find himself encompassed by emptiness. The last thing he needed to do was to be caught off guard by accidentally stumbling into the very nest he was searching for. Redcaps were too dangerous to not be paid attention to.
With his thoughts racing, Brayden found it hard to concentrate on the noises around him. He could hear footsteps cascading down the concrete, though the source was still lost to him. Internally, he groaned. He knew that he was too caught up in his own struggles to be focusing on a hunt, but he felt that it was his duty to clean up the mess that the shadowkind were making. He needed to before his family arrived – he couldn’t have them being threatened by the beasts as soon as they arrived. As he turned the corner, he forced his thoughts to the back of his mind, slipping into a persona that he had gathered at a young age. When it came to hunting, he had been taught from two different perspectives: the Evoker side from his father, and the hunter side from his mother.
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- Domain : Evocation
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