DYNASTY 3.03 "Wild Ghost Chase"

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DYNASTY 3.03 "Wild Ghost Chase"

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To the Next Life
After ten years and a few adventures, Mitte realizes she can do bigger things.
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Felix laughed again as he screwed in the bulb. "Hang around long enough and being anywhere without those happenings will feel strange," he promised, grinning.
He had been too busy when they first moved to thinking about it too much, but moving to someplace as mundane as Colchester had been a very strange experience. The world hadn't felt fully alive the way it had in Swynlake - like it was missing something vital. Felix hadn't thought the lack of magic would bother him, being as Mundane as they came, but he'd still felt it. Being back home felt like being back in a world full of color.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it! Swynlake really is a lovely place if you've got the nerves for it. Especially in the winter!" He unscrewed the next dead bulb and quickly replaced it while he talked. "The winter fairies really outdid themselves this year!"
@mighty-mitte
Right, she could imagine it. Obviously she hadn't always confined herself so strictly within the safe havens boarders, but even before her change, going to bars without winged bartenders had become the novelty instead of the other way around. She could see a life undisturbed by these strange other worlds beccoming too quiet.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, I've got nerve." Mitte calls up with a wry twist of her mouth, "actually, I camp out by the lake sometimes- not as often as I used to- and being the first to see it frozen over always felt like something special." She bobs her head in a nod, "sure gets the festivities flowing different than any other place I've been."
Actually, she'd spent her first winter here living in some families attic, and even that had felt distinctly cozy in a way it didn't usually.
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Darkness Spirals | Mitzi
Banzai smirked. “I go out from time to time!”
The face looking across at him was familiar but not enough to place it. Banzai also found himself preoccupied with the stress of life…or his infatuation with his girlfriend. Even she was gone now - taking care of whatever she needed to. Banzai respected it but the resentment and stress built.
Why was he always left alone. To figure it out.
So hell yeah it tracked - Banzai was at some bar nearly every night.
“Happy Pixies is gone.” Banzai snarked. “Place was a shithole” was it really? No. Was it tied to the steaming pile of shit that was MAFIA? Yes. Was it owned by probably the worst individual in the world? Yes. So sue him for being happy it was gone. “Happy they’ve turned that around. Swynlake is interesting..” Banzai only offered a playful laugh as he agreed with what Max had to say.
The conversation also seemed to flow so naturally - which was rare. Banzai always felt on guard when meeting strangers and there was also some judgment or pointed eyes. Clocking his sinister demeanor - or so he thought. “I am in grad school over at the university. Magizoology.” Which Banzai was actually proud of. “Then I sort of dabble in family business. My father is a politician over in the states and is the head of our family.” Banzai rolled his eyes at the last bit. “So I’m always on call.”
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Mitte quirked a brow, almost surprised by the statement- of course she'd heard people voice different opinions, but not usually so boldly to the face of a stranger. Hey, she wasn't complaining- or maybe she was, this guy was like an open book, kind of boring. "Hey, I'm not mad as long as I've got somewhere to drink and dance." She hedges with a shrug, bringing her glass to her lips like she's going to take another sip before getting distracted by their conversation.
"Magizoology and politics? Sounds like a couple of pretty different hats to be trying to wear all the time." Mitte says with something like empathy, leaning against the bar a bit heavier, "you ever just tell your old man you're busy with your own shit?"
She hoped he didn't- she hoped she could convince him to try and ruin his own life in one covnersation at bar. There was something powerful in it she was craving, even more than his blood right now.
@banzai-bungu
Getting Back Out There || OPEN
Stiles chuckled at the comment about Romeo and Juliet. It had been a topic of conversation when the recommendation came up, that maybe the plot could have gone a different way. But he wanted to read it because seemingly everyone else had, and he wanted to be in the loop! Then he could form his own opinion on it.
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of being pulled into a book. That could happen? The one town dream that he had experienced had been so idyllic in comparison, almost boring compared to dealing with an axe murderer.
"Been here for one, yeah, but it was nothing like that. Are they usually so... violent?" This town never failed to surprise him. If that was the norm, he wanted to be mentally prepared to deal with it.
@mighty-mitte
"Mmmm.. Nah, usually the crazier stuff happens in the real world, y'know? And I'm sure plenty of people made it outta that dream without a dreamworld scratch, I was just the first unlucky tribute."
There had been a twist of irony about the whole thing, her being a lumberjack and all, if she was recalling it correctly.
She drops into a chair at a nearby table and resists the impolite urge to kick her feet up at the desk, "there's been some cool shit too- I was a well rich lady on the titanic, I was a spy one time..." She waves a hand in a bit of a 'and so on' gesture, "they're fun, makes things feel fresh I guess- you never know who you'll end up making friends with."
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Johnny definitely had not been there for poisonous flowers, and he grimaced at the very thought. Of course, it didn't exactly surprise him. Though he did venture into Enchantra fairly often with Titan, he would admit to anyone that he didn't trust the place. Poisonous flowers, which he could only assume had been giant and ravenous, didn't sound too far-fetched.
But of course, as soon as there was a mention of an apartment, Johnny forgot all about Enchantra. Nor did he really listen to anything about it being a work in progress, or cobbled together - who cared anyways? "I'm getting invited back?" He asked, teasing lightly as he reached for his drink again.
@mighty-mitte
The changing rage of the forrest was honestly more fascinating to Mitte than the high turnover of toursists, which was a pretty crazy was for a pickpocket to feel. Maybe Mitte just liked a version of life that felt more like a disaster movie, flitting from crisis to crisis without time to worry about the every day bullshit. Perhaps next time something went wrong she should try a damsel in distress shitck- he seemed like the type of guy who'd get a kick out of playing hero.
She has the grace to play coy for a moment when he asks about getting invited back, then gives him a grin, all teeth. "I do have to see your dancing before I can confirm or deny, but the odds are in your favour so far." Mitte wiggles her shoulders a little and glances towards the little dancefloor, then back at Johnny. "It's my round, if you need another drink first."
@poor-princejohn
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At her question, Felix quickly wrapped one hand more securely around the ladder so he could hold his other hand out. "Do your worst!" he said with a grin, feeling a wave of familiar anticipation. While he usually tried to discourage it due to safety regulations, his old crew would throw bits around worksites all the time! He'd gotten rather good at catching sharp or fiddliy objects, usually while still lecturing the person who threw it.
But they weren't on a job site, so he kept his mouth shut and stretched his arm out. He held the bulb up victoriously, letting out a short laugh as she applauded him.
A part of him expected her to carry on walking, but was pleasantly surprised when she struck up conversation instead. He welcomed it gladly. "It's my first year doing it for Castle Suites," he said, not looking away from his work even as he talked. "Just got hired on this year! But I used to do it at my last house every year, and the family home before that! It actually was on the same corner." He gestured towards where the old block had been before it was expanded on. "This used to be more family homes before they got torn down."
Felix had known about the demolition as soon as it had been announced, learning about it from his mother -- who had heard it through the grapvine -- during a family dinner. He'd had time to make peace with it, though the thought still made a par tof him twinge with what might have been homesickness.
It was weird, living on the block you grew up on but never being able to go home again. He wondered for a moment how Ralph felt about it.
"What about you?" he asked. "Been in town long?"
@mighty-mitte
Aha, sounded like a local. Always interesting- less good for long cons, especially since she was going to be around for the forseeable- the kind of stories to be dug up. Mitte thought her being a mermaids lover on the sinking titanic was a wild enough thing, but she'd been topped plenty.
Torn down family homes weren't anything to write home about, admittedly, but at least it told her he like to chat. Mitte stuck her hands back in her pockets and rocked back on her heels to watch him, "few years now. Long enough to see a few places come and go, not long enough to find local happenings run of the mill." Some people woke up from those dreams and could just shrug their shoulders and carry on- she hadn't mastered that yet, always dwelled for a few days. "Reckon I'll be here a while though, got a lot going on for such a small place to keep a lady entertained."
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Depths of the Market | Moon Mit
"Oh so you don't think I look rather good in my threads here?!" Buster motioned his large hand up and down. The clothes were not his style and the tattoos poking up from below the collar and out the cuffs it did look a little out of place. "I thought I looked rather dashing." Buster only shrugged.
Usually use to the driver seat - he was ready to humor her with the idea only to provide something he didn't really think through much. Little miss thing though really brought it though. It was the change in the cars direction that got his attention. Leaning forward Buster looked up and out the window. They had entered the estate. The long winding road that led its way through the willows - with the old grey castle looming just over a small hill.
"I'll be your muscle then darlin. You be whoever it is you fancy to be." He looked to to her and threw he head back towards the window. "Its show time."
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Mitte was nowhere near as nervous as she used to be. It was pretty unlikely this crew could do anything to her she couldn't survive- might traumatize Buster a bit, depending how much he was actually used to- unless they had like, ten fireplaces in every room. With an estate like this you never really knew.
"Don't get me wrong dear, I think you look awful pretty." She fawned, batting her lashes a bit, "it just doesn't really say... Collector of stolen royal jewels." She rolled down her own window to get a better look, zeroing in on the castle in the distance, giving a low whistle. "Damn. This is fancy fancy, okay. Better remember my manners." She ran her tongue across her teeth and smoothed out her dress.
Once they'd parked up she inconspicously checked her breath as she stepped out of the car, making sure it wasn't coppery- not a good place to be giving off weird vibes, if she could help it. Some people just sensed something.
"Do you know the folks we're dealing with? Worked with them before?" She asked as the knock on the door rang out across a quiet estate, hearing footsteps too early to say anything about them. "If this is a private sale, I can't imagine it'll really take all that long anyway, god forbid outsiders linger too long on their ground."
@busterstrouble
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"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." Something Stiles had quickly learned about himself is how much he enjoys learning new things. He'd started out diving into nonfiction, mostly history, but was currently diving into fiction books. After that, who knew what would be in store for him.
Maybe he would work on learning something useful. He couldn't exactly go to university, not having been to any other formal schooling, but he could learn some skills that could help people or something. He'd have to look into what options were out there for that.
"Well, I got these recommendations from some friends." He looked at his list, which ranged from Shakespeare to manga, not sure what on the list would be good for her. "You can look it over, if you want."
@stiles626
It was a shame the daylight was so constraining- Mitte would rather be out with one of the footie teams, or something- but at least the library offered an in with those more elusive folk; the homebodies, the introverts. Never knew what gold you'd find.
Stiles was starting to seem like a pretty dry well, but hey ho. She shuckled a bit at the reccomendation list, recognizing some but not a lot. "Shakespeare?" Mitte pulled a bit of a face, "oy, you migth have some boring friends, sorry. Don't believe the hype, Romeo and Juliet is a bunch of nonsence." Not that she'd ever read it, but everyone knew that story. "Star-crossed my ass, needed to get their acts together."
She taps a familiar entry on the list, "haven't read those, but Swynlake pulled us all into it once. You been around for any of those funky dreams yet?" Mitte hummed, a laugh a little too slow to be all the way real, "got hacked to death by a guy with an axe. Interesting time, for sure... Probably won't be as fun to re-live, though."
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Banzai knew she’d find her way to him. Because she was intrigued…not because he was using her tab for a drink…or two.
“Banzai.” He said with a slick smile. “Banzai Bungu.” As if that would mean anything to her. Banzai knew it might but this Max would have to be well connected enough to know of him and his family.
“Feel free to exploit the tab. I could buy us a couple bottle as a corner of this joint if I wanted.” Banzai bragged a bit. “Just didn’t think o needed to put out like that tonight. Plus you’ve got your own tab.” He held up his beer “I took you up on the offer. A treat - thanks Miss Max.”
@mighty-mitte
Ah, a full name. Mitte wasn't familiar with it but she did file it away for later, certain it would have an interesting google search result or two if he was so proud of it. The alliteration was certainly nice, and there was bottle service money- not as flash as some people thought, but not bad.
Her cocktail arrived and she gently clinked glasses with him, holding her glass to her lips and taking a tiny sip that looked bigger, "I've seen you here a few times, I think." Like she doesn't have perfect recall, "Swynlake nightlife can be a little strange, places are never closed down for a normal reason but half the crowd ain't normal, either."
She looks over like she's analyzing him, and tries not to get distracted by stray hairs or the way the collar of his shirt is a little wonky. "You seem normal enough, for now. What do you do during the day?"
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Depths of the Market | Moon Mit
Buster didn’t go as far asking making up characters for them to play. That was a little be too far behind where his mind went. Putting on the dress clothes was already a step ahead of what he naturally did.
“Don’t have much of a story. Nah.” He shook his head a bit. “I only did so much research on the original owners. Can’t pretend to be connected there…at least not in the main line - these buyers could know and put us.” That was the last thing Buster wanted - to be outed.
“We could though play a part. I love a good game.” A smile broke through when she pegged him for nervous.
“Nah not nervous but if you want to play a cover then darlin spin us a story…I’ll buy in.”
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It was always interesting in this line of work to see who played a part and who put themselves out there. Going under your own name could come with prestige, but Mitte wasn't in the game for that. Some people connected the dots; Max, Melody, Mandy... Yeah, she had a pattern. She was a survivalist more than anything, though one who had ended up finding a thrill in all the lies.
"Let's think... We could be wealthy collectors... We've seen pretty much everything worth a damn on the right side of the tracks and we want the stuff that really wows." Mitte shifted a bit in her seat to look him up and down, "even in your fancy threads you don't really hit that mark... Maybe you're the muscle. People never peg the lady for the thief anyway. This is going to be fun." She grinned, "last thing I shifted was some art work- y'know, the big castle? Didn't need a story for that though, used an old contact I had in London." She waved a hand, "kinda a long time ago now, but I don't live flashy. I reckon you're moving a bit more gear than I do with my one man band."
@busterstrouble
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Johnny found himself mildly surprised by the idea that North America might be too far for her. The more he got to know Melody the more it seemed like she was something of a free spirit, untethered and happy to roam. He might've assumed that the only thing keeping her in Swynlake was the funds to get out of it, so it was surprising that she might think that too far.
Laughing lightly, he said, "I think there's worse things in that forest than bears." He wouldn't be camping out there, that was for sure. He didn't even really like walking through it in broad daylight, let alone spending the night there. She was either brave or stupid, or maybe a mix of the two.
"You don't have any Enchantra related horror stories?" Johnny asked, eyebrow arching as he took another sip of his drink.
@mighty-mitte
Ah, right. Well to be fair, yes. Mitte was worse than any bear. "I stay close to the lake. I have a... Well, I know the prince of the forest, and an old buddy of mine had connections out there, so." It made her sound so intertwined with the place, and an odd feeling settled in her chest for a minute. Bambi, the trolls, all the time she'd spent out there with Kristoff. She felt less extroidinary out there, in a good way. A wild thing in the wild.
She waved a hand like it was no big deal, tethered and untameable all at once. "And I only go out there if I think the place is in a good mood- were you here when it was growing those poisonous flowers? Fiesty place, for sure." Mitte nodded, a smile curving her lips, "don't worry, I also have an apartment in town so you won't get invited back to a tent." She pauses for a second, fingernails drumming against the table, "it is a little cobbled together right now- I moved from a furnished place to unfurnished, so she's a work in progress."
@poor-princejohn
Darkness Spirals | Mitzi
"Oh so I can just run up that tab then..." That was enough to stop Banzai in his track. It was rare these days for anyone to just offer up a tab. Plus for it to be a gal on top of that.
Eyes bouncing up and down trying to see if he recognized her at all but he didn't. "Well Max I might go do just that....whenever you're done with all this." Banzai simply looked at whoever she was spending her time with and rolled his eyes. He was better company than them. No doubt. "Why don't you find me at the bar."
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"If you're feeling adventerous, sure." Mitte teases right back, shaking her head at him a bit as he saunters off. Some flies didn't even need honey, they'd just wander right into the web.
So she excused herself from her friend and nipped to the ladies room, tipping the remnants of her cocktail down the sink and looking in the mirror for a moment. Her makeup didn't tend to move these days unless someone else was smudging it. She didn't sweat or cry, so everything looked fine.
There was a crowd, and she meandered through it slowly to get back to the bar, finding him mid order and setting her empty glass down, signaling to a bartender for a fresh one. "You got a name of your own, then..?" She asked, leaning with one hip against the bar and fluffing a hand through her hair. "Don't worry- if there's a tab under it I won't exploit it." Mitte wouldn't be paying hers anyway, so it didn't matter.
@banzai-bungu
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Stiles was surprised to see the familiar face—they’d met right when he got to Swynlake and she had given him a couple tips about the area. “Yeah, I’m getting around alright.”
At this point, the streets had stopped pulling tricks on him and he rarely got lost. Still, there were things about town that continued to surprise him.
“Just for fun. I’m trying to get into reading this year.” He hadn’t had the opportunity to read for fun before, so he was trying to take full advantage of it. “What about you?”
Mitte was kind of like that one cat that wandered around the neighbourhood getting fed by five different families; you might not see her for a few weeks but she always acted pleased as punch when she came back around. Though if you were smart you'd be abel to tell she was more interested in sustenance than affection.
"Oh, awesome. Good habbit, keeps the brain active." She nods enthusiastically, as if she has to worry about her brain deteriorating. "Me? Yeah, just for fun, too. My full time education days are way, waay behind me." She chuckles, "sometimes I think about going back to uni part time to learn something useful, like accounting or shit, but then I remember I'd rather die." Not that she'd ever been to uni in the first plaace, but Mitte just imagined it as a unique kind of hell. "Got any good reccomendations? I could use a new trilogy to sink my teeth into, or something."
@stiles626
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"Sure did," Felix admitted with a sheepish laugh. "Dropped my last green replacement bulb! It's there in the snow to the right of my ladder." He pointed in the right direction, even though he was too far away for it to be really helpful. "Right in the hole in the snow."
"Could you do me a kindness and pass it up to me? I'd greatly appreciate it!"
He didn't recognize her, but she moved with too much confidence to be a tourist. She must have moved here after he left.
@mighty-mitte
Hey, who was Mitte if she wouldn't help out a fellow citizen, right? A cute fellow citizen, to boot. She digs around a little before she finds it, and debates the most sensible way to get it back to him. Would it be less impressive to climb the ladder or throw it up to him? Funny, over the last few years she's begun to forget what a normal human feat feels like.
"Can you catch good?" She decided to ask, tossing the bulb a little way up and catching it back in her palm as it started to drop, "I've got a good arm, and the snow is decent enough to cushion its fall." She pretends to squint at the bulb to make sure it isn't damaged. She was actually better at kicking a ball than throwing it herself, but her sight had to be sharp enough to make this easy.
He makes the catch though, and she gives him a little good natured round of applause as he sets back to work, "don't think I've ever caught you stringing up the Christmas lights before," Mitte hums, "you do it every year?"
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Johnny made a show of grimacing, taking another sip of his cocktail. Talking about his family was always the very last thing he wanted to do, especially on a date, and especially a first one. It was the type of baggage that was ungainly and unattractive and tended to ruin the fucking vibe.
"Ah, just family stuff. I grew up on the Isle of Wight." He said, before shaking his head. "Which is nowhere near as fun as Europe and actually incredibly boring. I have travelled a fair bit, though. Been to a few places in Europe, out to North America. Greece is nice, but admittedly I've only been on a lads holiday out there, so I didn't really get to appreciate the culture." He added with a wry smile.
@mighty-mitte
Mitte, uninterested in inviting questions about her own family life, does not push the matter further. The way he winces makes it clear as day he'd rather she didn't anyway, even if she is the nosy type.
She nods along as he starts talking about travelling instead, "aaahh, all sweaty clubs and hangovers on the beach, was it?" Mitte can only put it together from bad bbc three reality shows and the like, one of those cliche expereinces she'd never had the money or the friends for. "I guess culture is important too, though I'm more about people, honestly. And good food." She tries not to make that sound like an afterthought- though really, she did wonder if the blood of a sun-baked greek would taste any different...
"I guess once I'm out there I can pick up reccomendations as I go for the next place to check out. North America might be a little far for me- awesome lakes out there though, right? Maybe one day." Mitte wasn't sure if she'd ever trust herself in a metal tube for that long surrounded by beating hearts, btu there had to be a few short trips she could take to get her closer.
She goes to sip her drink, and starts talking again before it actually hits her mouth, "I mean, not that our lake isn't lovely at the right time of year, and we don't have to worry about bears. Camped out by there a few times myself."
@poor-princejohn
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“Aw, darn it.”
Felix stared at the hole in the snow that was the only sign of where the replacement bulb had fallen, a helpless expression on his face. Even though he’d tested and checked the lights on the strands a half-dozen times before hanging them on the building, there were already a few dead bulbs that needed to be replaced. It was a common problem in Swynlake thanks to all of the magic in the air, and especially in the winter time when tourism was at its peak, so luckily Felix had already ordered plenty of replacements.
But he did have to put them up himself, which is what led to this situation he was in now. Two stories up on a ladder in the snow, looking down at the ground that felt miles away
Ugh, he really did not want to climb all the way back down for one bulb, but it was the only green bulb he had left! He couldn’t just put a red bulb in instead, it would ruin the pattern and drive him mad!
Luckily, he heard footsteps in the snow and looked up just in time to see someone coming down the path. “Excuse me!” Felix called out, waving with a bright smile. “Could I ask for your help for a moment?”
Mitte had sort of dreaded winter for the last few years; less people on the streets, cold enough to be a threat, darkness that stretched out for enough to spook even her some nights. But not anymore. Kind of a new lease on life, in an ironic way. She felt freer every time people stopped leaving their houses without coats and hats.
It was a bit annoying to have to wear them herself, but by now she'd figured out leather gloves with silky linings were more comfortable on her senses than the cotton kind, and the right kind of earmuffs hardly muffled her superior hearing.
She was pretty sure she'd actually heard the whiz and thump of something falling into the snow, but hadn't really considered it her problem until someone had called out to her. She squinted up at him, quirking a brow at him up a ladder alone, in the snow. "You drop something, pal?" She guessed, "see where it went?"
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