Evenin’. Name’s Mocca. Mocca Malone. Not really much to say. If you came here looking for someone to do work for ya, you’ve come barkin’ up the wrong tree. I’m retired. I own a bar now. The Dragon’s Alibi, down in Starburst plaza, low side of the Mezzio. Small and quiet. If you come in, leave your Family at the door. Or I will...ask you to leave. My life is quiet now and I’d like to keep it that way if possible.
But come in! Stop by, have a drink, and put yer feet up. We can swap stories! Or drop any questions in the Ask.
Bio Under Cut:
Name: Mocca Malone
Species: Viashino
Age: 34
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 260 pounds
Gender and Pronouns: Agender (She/They)
Plane of Origin: New Capenna
Planes They Frequent: New Capenna, Kamigawa (Sokenzanshi specifically)
Mana Colors: Red and green
Alliances: The Riveteers, various independent construction unions, the Goonion, Lady Atsushi, a small Akki clan of the Sokenzan mountains
Likes: Rum and Halo, Halo cigars, scheduled demolition, unscheduled demolition, metal work, glass blowing, a good fight, Little Buddy, any of her previous companions, and radio dramas.
Dislikes: Obscura, phyrexians (a few notable exceptions), mind magic, pigeons, gin and Halo, and sleeping on the ground.
Mocca was hatched in the lower Mezzio to Fernin and Velma Malone. Life wasn’t easy, not with an alcoholic washed up boxer for a dad and an Obscura aspirant for a mother. At the age of 16 Mocca had left and joined up with a Riveteer crew, becoming a crad carrying member by the age of 19. For years things were somewhat stable, moving steadily through the ranks as an enforcer for the Family and running as a plasma thrower for a construction and demolition crew. It all changed when, during simple maintenance work down in the forest of girders below the Caldaia, one came loose, crashing down onto Mocca’s platform and igniting the spark in her soul in the fall.
What happened after was a mad rush, Mocca teaming with a group of other Planeswalkers after her return home, using newfound power and companions to help defend the multiverse during the phyrexian invasion. It came, it went, and people were lost. And as the dust settled and the wounds started to close, Mocca turned in her card. She retired, leaving the Riveteers behind to try and live a life Family free. Or well...as free as she can get.
OOC: Hello! My main is @sassage-flare . Mocca here is a 2 times recycled dnd character who I've had for years at this point, so there's a bunch of history here not listed.
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It was kept that way on purpose. Powerful noise-dampening spells were etched into the very structure of the walls, keeping out the bustle of the Mezzio just beyond them. Inside, as well, each lamp and chandelier carried a deafening enchantment in its bulb, ensuring that all sounds in the library, no matter how loud, were unheard by anyone outside a very small radius.
Conversations, arguments, even entire bookcases falling or sliding open to reveal secret passages behind them - all of it fell to an eerie hush mere feet away from where they happened.
It was the kind of silence that made Renaissance uneasy, so used were they to the busy soundscape of New Capenna. Silence meant they didn't know what was coming. It meant they couldn't hear it if someone snuck up behind them. Even something big, like a sphinx, could easily-
"Good evening, my pupil."
Renaissance nearly felt their heart start beating again. They stood up straight with a startled hiss, backing away from the bookcase they'd been crouched in front of and spinning to face the ambush. But then recognition crossed their face, and they relaxed into a relieved smile.
"Sir Epoch!"
There was, in fact, a sphinx behind them - an old one, his age showing in the wrinkles on his face and the patches of grey in his mane. His eyes, though unseeing, sparkled with a million stars as the magic in the prosthetics scanned and processed his surroundings for him. A pair of dark, owl-like wings were tucked neatly against his black-furred body. Othello Epoch smiled down at his former student, his long tail swishing in greeting.
"It is rather late at night for research, is it not? Or, perhaps, too early in the morning, by now..."
Ren blinked, then looked around frantically for a nearby clock. Sure enough, the hands showed just a few minutes past 1 in the morning. How had it gotten that late already..? Rubbing their eyes, they turned back to Othello with a shake of their head.
"H-how'd you find me here, sir?"
The old sphinx smiled, sitting back on his hind legs. "A planeswalker's aura is rather...unique, to my vision. Forgive me, my student, but I am afraid I could spot you from a mile away."
Ren found themself sighing and relaxing against the nearest wall. "Why does that not surprise me..?"
Othello gave a low, rumbling chuckle. His head turned towards the bookcase they had been perusing so his prosthetic eyes could determine what section they were in. "Researching the myths of Old Capenna, are we? A fascinating topic, to be sure, but I have to wonder what drives your newfound interest..."
Ren's expression turned grim. "...I'm looking for information about the Fae Courts. But...there's so little here. I've checked every section I could think of, but there's almost nothing..."
The sphinx hummed. "The Fae...I thought we ruled them out as the source of your pact magic, no?"
"No, you're correct," Ren replied with a shake of their head, "It's...a recent job from Lady Errant. I dunno how much I can say, but-"
"No need." Othello's manner had suddenly turned serious. "I have been a Maestro long enough to know when context is above my paygrade. But..." He turned towards the direction of his office, deep in thought. "I might have some books in my private collection that could help. What kind of information are you looking for?"
Hope sparked in their chest, and they looked up at him. "...Stuff about their rules. How to speak to them safely, how to protect yourself from them...how to kill them, if need be."
Othello hummed, nodding. "...Follow me." Without another word, he stood and padded off towards his office. Renaissance scrambled to their hooves, and hurried to keep up with him.
"Here you are."
The book that was placed in front of them was much smaller than they'd hoped it would be. Honestly, it looked only a bit bigger than the manuscript that had started this whole affair. It was an old, leather-bound thing, well-kept but still clearly showing its age. Ren picked it up gingerly.
"...What is it?"
"A record, written by one of the Family's previous warlocks. They had extensive dealings with the Courts, as the Ultimate Muse was the patron of their magic, and sought to uncover as many of their mysteries as they could before their demise."
Ren raised an eyebrow. "What happened to them?"
"Their name was stolen. I believe by the Court of Omission, but the details are fittingly unclear. Still, I think their insights will prove valuable to you."
They shuddered. So the name-stealing thing was true, then. "Thank you, sir Epoch. I...don't suppose I'm allowed to take this home with me?"
The sphinx snorted. "I can duplicate it for you, if you wish."
