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[Amelia's home, pacing back and forth. She had called Madigan over and well... she looks upset. And understandably so. It had been a while since she had seen either Thor or Loki and if her tracking spell was correct (and it took a hell of a long time to make sure it was right; she was dealing with the Trickster God after all), Loki was on earth-- but she was also following news and... WELP there was that incident in Germany that finally clinched it.

Amelia throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and some green magic seems to spark around her to match her mood.]

What the HELL does he think he's doing!?

[She mad.]

recluserose

[Amelia's been to different bars in her lifetime, but Blackgale's small, but cozy and sophisticated Red Divine will always be one of her personal favorites. Great drinks, good service from the bartenders and they know Amelia well enough not to bother her while she's having one of those conversations.

The witch always seem to have strange company over after all.

Amelia swirls her brandy in a glass around before finishing it off. One drink down... well, she didn't want to overdo it.]

So...

imperviously

((ooc: Continued from this thread))

[It's a clear night with tiny dots of white stars glimmering across the sky. Adam Walsh would usually be enjoying a night like this in a solitary fashion, but it was different for now.

For tonight he has a passenger with him (who he made sure to provide with a helmet) and he revs up his motorcycle to glide across the roads somehow able to find clear roads and avoid traffic. After all, what's the fun in riding a motorbike without some room to take advantage of?

He stops at a red light to call to Madigan:]

Are you all right back there?

catalystrose

[The hands of the clock have spun backwards... Anyone near the clock tower in the modern era may feel a strange sensation...

❈❈❈

It's still the same old town of Blackgale. The Blackgale Clock Tower, however, seems to shine more brightly. The town is a bit quieter with a smaller population. The air has a thinner veil of mysteriousness than before.

The year is during the late 1990's. Not so long ago, but still a shadow, a memory in itself.

Inside the tower, there is a boy with soft features and leafy green hair sitting on the stairs with a few cats keeping him company. His eyes are a similar shade of leaf green and his clothing is casual and simple. He's waiting for someone to get out of school...

It's obvious there's something odd about this boy, hair and eyes aside. The atmosphere around him feels oppressively thick with something.

He sighs and immediately jumps as the clock strikes noon. He blinks looking at the large clock hands.]

That late already? But she won't be back yet...

recluserose

[It's been a hectic year, even for the Emerald Witch. Many things have happened and that included having to take an apprentice under her wing. Of course, even with all the shenanigans she found herself getting into, she at least had the luxury of retiring to her home in Blackgale and ignoring the magical social scene. She didn't like mingling with her fellow magic users, save a few, after all.

Unfortunately, she couldn't avoid ALL the invitations, especially something as big as a witches and wizards masquerade, being held at a magically hidden castle. Who said witches and wizards don't like to party hard on New Years Eve? The Magician's Guild sent her an invite, personally requesting her presence and oddly enough, her teacher sent her note encouraging her to do so. Maybe they just want a titled witch around? Who knows. In any case, at least she could take her student to help her get used to the magical side of society.

What Amelia doesn't know that other invites have been sent out randomly to other individuals...

Inside the castle, the rooms are beautifully lit and the ballroom is enchanted as if the guests are walking among a sea of stars. The room is full of witches and wizards and apprentices, all dressed formally for the occasion, dancing, laughing, and wearing masks of various designs. This is a magic castle of course, so there are other mysterious things to look out for...

Amelia keeps her style simple and practical: a white ballgown and an intricate silver mask will do for her.

One must wonder if this New Years Eve would pass peacefully or not... you never know with the magic users of this world.]

recluserose

((OOC: You can choose either A or B when tagging yay))

A. [BLACKGALE HIGH SCHOOL: For the first time in what seemed like weeks, Amelia Steinbeck's current routine is actually NOT being interrupted. She's going to school, doing her job as a teacher-- finals for her students are coming up so she's prepping her AP Literature class with some after class study time.

Maybe it's just her, ~~it's just her~~ but she enjoys these sessions with her students, seeing them make new discoveries about the text and-- Okay, what was that loud shrieking noise?

Looks like there's more than finals to worry about. Amelia can be found in the hallways of the school searching for something...]

B. [RED DIVINE: PHEW. It's been a long day and even teachers need to unwind with some alcohol. A lot of the witch's co-workers like to head over to the more casual and noise friendly Diamond Plate Sports Bar, but for Amelia, she'd rather spend her evening in the classier and cozier Red Divine bar.

After all, there are less people around to notice if anything or anyone strange is accompanying her...]

relents

[It's another lovely foggy evening in the Blackgale cemetery. The Emerald Witch was out for the week on training business and such... which meant that Amelia had asked Micheal if he could watch the town while she was away.

Of course he wouldn't turn her down. His own apprentices were away on family business and he had more than enough free time (aside from the fact that his parents were trying to shove more family affairs onto him, but screw that). According to Amelia, there were a few nasty wraiths that seemed to have taken a liking to the graveyard. He wouldn't need to use violence necessarily... Maybe just scare them off.

Despite the chill, Micheal has his jacket slung over his shoulder and he strolls around the graveyard, maneuvering around gravestones whistling.]

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... there was a little town ...

Entries tagged with [au-main]

Trepidation ⇒ w/ recluserose

Converse ⇒ w/ recluserose

Drivin' Round Town ⇒ w/ imperviously

Reversed Clock ⇒ w/ catalystrose

New Years Eve Masquerade

Peaceful Days ⇒ w/ recluserose

GHOSTBUSTERS ⇒ w/ relents

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