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"O...old?" Oh no, the kids these days think he's old. It's all over for him. "Hey! I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of ruining my own denim the old-fashioned way!"

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Luisa stares at the amulet and presses her lips together. Did she had to take some token of respect too? She wasn't wearing a cross. Was that gonna be a problem? Ultimately, she repressed an amused snort. Her uncle would have said something similar, had he been with her in this place.

He doesn't know who this woman is that came to his apartment. All he knows is that Leonard made the call because of course Penny would believe in ghosts, spirits, voodoo and other such nonsense. And she claims she saw an entity, when she was washing her hands in his and Leonard's bathroom before all three of them dug into their Chinese takeout.

Sheldon stares at the other blonde dressed in some kind of uniform that consists of overalls levelly for a few seconds before he moves away from his white board and wheels it to the side to make room for himself. Presenting himself in such a haughty particular kind of way. Arms crossed he suddenly blurts out and interrupts all three of them.

It’s another long day at the office, and you know, you have to sometimes appreciate the little things. Being able to both work remotely and on the go? Some people would kill to travel and work from home when the time calls for it.

Of course being on call 24/7 has its drawbacks. Many, many of those. Thankfully it’s daylight right now, and there’s air conditioning. But the situation isn’t the greatest.

Doctor Mrs. The Monarch is flipping through folders, pictures and profiles of young hopefuls, and her blue eyes are drawn to the young one before you.

“I just don’t see it, kid. No offense, but you haven’t got that look in your eyes, that hunger. What made you come all the way out here to hench for someone?”

My Muse is in the Darkness. A lone candle is all they have to light their way. Send “🕯️:____” along with something They’d encounter in the Dark for their reaction.

"Great. The first day in the new studio and there's a blackout. Gee, I hope that's not some kinda bad omen..." Elvira sighed and took one of the lighted candles from her new set. All the other people working on the set were already gone but Elvira wanted to stay a little longer to get a feeling for the new studio. She was glad she got a new hosting job where she was also able to bring in her own ideas and have a saying in the set and the script. But this all meant nothing when there was no electricity to perform all the cool effects she came up with. "Right now I'm more the Mistress in the Dark than of the Dark. How I hate when that happens... Let's see what we can do about it."

So in search to find the junction box, Elvira strayed through the studio with her candle in hand. "Hello?!" She shouted into the darkness with no answer, though she could swear there was a noise a moment prior. One step after another she moved through the studio no junction box in sight - but there was another noise. Elvira turned around but there was nothing to see, though the candle didn't really light up enough of the room. She took a few steps backwards when suddenly she walked into something. A squeak of surprise and shock escaped her lips while swirling around and holding the candle up to see what she hit.

A caw.

It was sharp and unlike any sort of raven call one would say they could hear. It cut through the night, and the small roll of thunder that rumbled did little to drown out the call.

It was only a moment later that the Raven would make its presence known on the windowsill. It would tap at the window, giving its odd call once again. It didn't know why it was here, only that it felt... Drawn to this place.

It's reflection would shine in the window, and two noticeable things would mark this bird apart from just another Raven. The first would be what would appear to be what looked like a tuff of hair on its head. Not feathers, but hair, a gorgeous purple streak running through it.

The second would be its eyes.

The wouldn't be the cold, somewhat unfocused black eyes of a normal raven, but instead were a shocking deep yellow, the irises of the bird not a normal round shape... But triangles.

The mark of a Sorcerer.

It pecked at the window again, its cry ringing out once again, almost... Almost as if it was trying to say a single word.

      ❝ Hell yeah, fuck these birds. Little shits, flyin’ around like they own the world n’ shiz. ❞ Her legs casually crossed as she sat at the park bench, her hand digging around in the bag of seeds she brought along with her. ❝ Little shits. . . ❞