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[There's a few things that are different, but some things don't really change.

Amelia, a.k.a. "The Emerald Witch" a.k.a. the protege of the Witch King is having a normal human day all things considered. Her co-workers at high school have no idea how a "young" woman like her could keep on top of her work and make time for her Literature students (and sometimes she's not sure either), but Amelia managed.

Now that it's early afternoon on the weekend, Amelia wants to finish up a good book, right after doing something she recently picked up on... watercolors! There's something relaxing about the activity, at least when she paints her own garden. She walks outside with her materials, but then she stops after exiting from the back. Her brow furrows and she wrinkles her nose.]

... Strange. Was I supposed to receive a visitor?

recluserose

[Something felt wrong.

There is a snap and Amelia looks down to see the tip of her pencil has broken. She wasn't even writing with that much force to begin with. It was a small thing, but felt like one of the most ominous signs she had ever seen in her current life. The witch lets out a heavy sigh and gathers up her graded papers. She knows she's not going to get much done tonight with all these thoughts and concerns brewing in her head.

Of course she had seen the news about the pandemonium in London; every time there was a strange or out of control series of events, she followed it closely, especially if it had to do with a certain group of heroes. The only good thing about the ensuing chaos was that the veil of obscurity that covered the magical community increased. Amelia herself was facing less and less encounters with trouble.

But that was what they would call the calm before the storm even if one had literally just passed.

Evening had fallen over the town of Blackgale and the autumn night sky looked clearer than ever. Amelia stepped outside to her garden. Despite the changing seasons, her flowers were still in bloom and brightly colored. It almost cheered her up. Almost. She looks up at the sky, thoughts of the Nine Realms, Asgard, and that particular someone come up in her mind. If anything, it was hard not to think of those things when the stars were in sight. It was a reminder of what was so close, but so far away and out of her reach.]

... I don't suppose I'll be hearing back from them for a while.

recluserose

[Time has passed since several major catastrophes have come and gone leaving the planet Earth in a tentative state. World governments are doing their best to maintain order, people all over the world are trying to maintain ordinary lives even after witnessing the extraordinary. No other place is doing ordinary best than the town of Blackgale in sunny California.

Then again, it's always been able to do so, what with a witch in its midst. Speaking of which, it's summertime, which means no school and that means Amelia is completely and totally...!!

Very, very, very, busy and very much in danger.

There's two loud explosions of sorts; one where a green signal of light is shot into the air, a beacon calling for help and the other is when Amelia's knocked out of the door and then outside into her garden. She quickly casts a spell, making a dome around her place so that no one would immediately come running towards the scene of disaster.

At least one wall has been breached and her personal possessions including books are strewn everywhere; how was she to know that at least ONE door would lead to another dimension for certain? Or that it would contain at least three strange looking creatures, ones that look very familiar from the footage in New York where... Oh, goddammit.

Amelia's glasses are cracked and she gets up facing three Chitauri. She had closed up the door with magic, but it would only be temporary. She's brimming with magic and looking more or less irate!]

It's just another one of those days isn't it? I'll teach you beasts not to mess with me or summer vacation!

[Thank god no one is around to hear her say that cheesy line.]

littlerose

[This is a strange incident that happened many, many, MANY, years ago in another world altogether.

Amelia Steinbeck, six years old, and apprentice to one of the most powerful wizards the planet Earth has ever seen; she's kind of lost right now.

The little girl isn't very familiar with this "Asgard" as Teacher put it. It's a beautiful place though and she found her head attempting to turn in all directions to look at the grand buildings, the sturdy and intimidating warriors and graceful and dignified Aesir women. But, Teacher told her that he had some business to attend to so they couldn't go sightseeing for long and Amelia has an important errand to do!

Too bad his directions are rather vague so she finds herself lost in the town square. She seems to go mostly unnoticed since her state of dress isn't too out of place and everyone else is too busy going about their business to notice the tiny redhead, but she's trying to think of a way into her destination.]

Maybe if I just think it like I do in lessons... Yes! I just have to think of where I want to go!!

[Amelia runs to an empty alleyway and closes her eyes to Envision... There's a flash of green magic light.

When she opens her eyes however, there's loud whinnying noises and she falls on her bottom at the sight of large horses on the other side of a fence, shocked by her sudden appearance and the flash of her magic. The little witch lets out a cry of despair.]

No!! That's not what I was thinking at all!

recluserose

[Well, things never go as planned do they?

Amelia is in somewhat of a bind. Well, almost a literal bind. A trip to a colleague's (who happened to be a wizard who specialized in magical plants and potions) has lead up to these events:

1) Her being a murder witness to the poor guy at the hands of a few werewolves. Blood and fur everywhere. Wizards and witches may be powerful, but even physical brute strength can get the best of them.
2) Being overcome by said brute strength despite her fighting back and trapped in the house by a magical vine cage that neutralized her magic.
3) Now being watched by at least three werewolves while five more are outside thinking of a plan to deal with the Emerald Witch and the notes that they took from the dead wizard.

This was all very troubling. Amelia sits on a stool, arms crossed and tapping her foot. The werewolves guarding her give off a low growl (they looked mostly human, but since there was no one normal around their animal claws, eyes, fur, and tails were quite visible).

They look... hungry. Amelia raises a brow.]

Now, don't give me that look. If I'm going to get a scratch on me, it's not going to be from any of you.

Don't be smart with us witch! We get to choose what to do with you once our business is done!

[Suddenly on a table nearby, the cellphone they took from Amelia is vibrating. The werewolves blink and Amelia stands up as if trying to see who's making the call. Of course one of the guards looks at it and answers the phone instead.]

Wrong number.

recluserose

[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...

recluserose

[Advanced Placement tests are just around the corner and that means Amelia has to come home a little later than usual due to holding review sessions at school. It was one of the few times in her life where she felt like getting a migraine from having to go over lines from Paradise Lost or the symbols and language of Moby Dick, or the extensive relationship between the characters in Wuthering Heights.

Just ENOUGH already! She wanted to go home and rest peacefully as usual! But when walking up to her door and about to turn the knob, it hits her that going home isn't 'the usual' anymore.

For the first time in a long while she knows someone is waiting for her.

Not letting her tired and irate mood get to her, she enters.]

I'm home!

relents

[It's not like the the things that happen to certain people in Blackgale stay hidden and secret. People like to keep in touch after all. Micheal, despite being over 100 years old knew how to keep up with the times and it's a good thing his family is old money too.

That means he gets a nice phone basically. And he made sure to treat his old friends Adam and Amelia to nice phones too although the latter didn't like using hers much and the former kept breaking his ~~ungrateful bastard~~.

And thus the conversations become an intersected and entangled web.]

I noticed you haven't been out with your new friends recently.

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...]

recluserose

((ooc: AU based on this thread... but BEFORE that thread if that makes sense tl;dr))

[Amelia's home is quiet because obviously Amelia herself is missing from it. It's been a few hours from this world's perspective since she's last left...

Then suddenly there is a flash of green light and Amelia appears clinging to

spellbent and they look worse for wear, especially her. Her hair's undone, her glasses are missing, and generally she's just recovering from a very harrowing situation.

But she seems to be more concerned for her guest than herself.]

We made it! Just in time too. [She still seems to be giving off an emerald green glow... They really were lucky.]

Warren, you're not hurt anywhere are you?

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