Starters for MysticHQ

Darrin wore glasses because he liked them, not because he needed them. They made him look smart, approachable, he had long ago decided. Either way, they were now fogging up from the air conditioning as he leaned over the counter in Verbatim Comics. For a while, he had been flipping through some graphic novel with a Nosferatu-looking vampire on the front, menacing a pair of teenagers in a dark, winding forest. “Don’t you think this is completely unrealistic?” He asked at last, turning it over to show a page to whoever happened to be perusing his wares. “Like, he can’t cross running water, but they spent a whole chapter on him riding a boat over to New York from…some nondescript European country. It just feels like a plot hole. Like, does he take baths? Can he get into the tub if the faucet is on?” He trailed off, furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry. Can I help you find something today?” @mysticstart​

As a rule, Gabriel did not glower. But he did observe. And he did glare. Standing in a corner of the ballroom, pretending to be fascinated by the drink glass in his hand, he privately watched a woman in a dark dress making her way through the crowd. She moved easily, brightly, all smiles and small talk. And there was no denying she was a McClain. Ever since his sister had decided to walk the Path of Night, Gabe had regarded her with disappointment. But as of late, it was perhaps beginning to morph into resentment. He took a long swig at that thought, and he suddenly wished the concoction was stronger than club soda. “It’s wonderful we can all…put our feuds aside tonight, isnt it?” He said into to the air, allowing the moment of terseness to fade away into a more practiced smile. It looked almost sinister. @mysticstart​

She almost didn’t go. It had been hell trying to find a dress that was the right style for a damn ball. She’d spent way too much money on it and she was fucked if things didn’t work out the way she wanted. Helena knew she needed clients and a giant party where everyone in town was attending seemed like a reasonable place to start. Of course it was probably a risk to try things right under the noses of the two main covens. 

He’d convinced himself it was a challenge. Large room, lots of people, loud noises. In the few months he had been in town he had largely kept to himself as he got himself set up and use to his new surroundings. If he was correctly informed most of the town had been invited the the ball. He couldn’t give up the opportunity to meet people. He’d already spent the last two years basically living as a hermit as he dealt with his grief, he needed to get out.

“I’ve been attending a lot of balls for a while.” Sirenia told a random person as she took a sip of her champagne. Her white dress swayed around her feet as she moved slowly across the ballroom.“But you know what’s the best part of a ball? Dancing. I intend to do it all night”

“Whoa.” Roxy gasped as she entered the place, admiring every corner of the entrance hall. The decoration was on point, she thought. She just stood there for a while, in awe. “They’re getting better and better every year.” She almost said to herself. That night, Satin Lounge was closed and she knew her employees would make an appearance as well. The vampire was pretty sure the whole town was attending the ball. 

He was standing at the base of a tree, looking up into the branches with a small frown of concentration. Far up, he could see the object of his focus tangled in the leaves and branches out of his reach. Okay, so maybe he had used too much force when he was swinging around his yo-yo. But he couldn’t help himself when he got excited. Combine that with his butterfingers, things were bound to slip from his grasp.

Perhaps he was odd for being out so late but summer made it so hard to gain real darkness in the skies. He would usually sit out in the vast lands around his house but Luna needed walking so Marcus had set out his his telescope and blanket and they had ended up at the park. He found the darkest spot he could and set himself up, letting Luna off her leash so she could wander as he sat and watched the world about. “Looks like Marcus, Saturn, and Jupiter are suppose to have perfect visibility tonight. Venus is also suppose to be very good.” He said to Nova as if she could understand him. “We’ll try for the others but if the skies don’t permit it then it isn’t meant to be.” He looked down the check his telescope was positioned correctly before glancing back up to check on Nova and jumping slight when he saw someone approaching out of the dark. “I’m sorry, you gave me a fright. Wasn’t expecting to see anyone out so late.”

P.D. had been mowing his yard, trimming the trees, and even pulling weeds. He hated the idea of a weed-whacker, thinking it’d just be best to do it with his own two hands. He was a strong wolf, he could do it! So, as he was kneeling in the St. Augustine, he saw one stubborn weed that just wouldn’t come up. Growling in frustration, he he put the heels of his boots right into the ground before yanking as hard as he could. Once it was up and he fell onto his back, he realized it wasn’t just a weed. It was a baby tree! Quickly planting it back, he went to grab soil as he saw someone walking by. “Oh, hey, are ya a neighbor?”

Open for everyone Location:  Harvest Moon 

This lonely scene was an odd one. Gabe, sleeves rolled up, arms outstretched, sat in a square of grass, surrounded by a circle of gently flickering candles. The orange flames cast strange, creeping shadows across his face and clenched eyes, and the air almost seemed to pulse with some hidden magic. The presence, though, wherever it lay, was suffocating, sapping the surrounding air with its own all-encompassing anger. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am. You didn’t deserve this.” Gabriel spoke up softly, calm even under the oppressive gaze of the other. “I understand your rage. But I am your ally, the vessel for your vengeance. Justice.” As he spoke this last word, a gust seemed to fill the area, extinguishing each lit wick in one hushed whoosh. Eyes opening, the witch looked over his shoulder to the intruder. “….They’ve gone. Who’s there?” 

     The flower’s danced gaily in the night breeze, a myriad of vibrant color. For Katherine it was an aroma evocative of summers past and it transported her a childhood spent in with her grandfather tending the garden his wife loved so much. It was where her love for them grew and brought her to where she was today. Owner of the black dahlia.  Katherine usually tended to the flowers outside her shop before closing. Yet the day had gotten busy and it seemed she only had time to take proper care of them now. Humming as she did so. They say if you talk or sing to flowers, it  will help them grow and be happy, after all.