#descentstarter

“If you wanted to find a missing person — or at least some information about them — in the Shadow World, what would you do? There doesn’t seem to be any recourse if it isn’t someone with...connections.”

Artemis hissed in a breath as she stitched the cut on her arm, wiping her bloodied hand on her thigh before picking up the needle again. She had gone to a bar just for a drink and some space so that she could clear her head but when someone had tried to make a move on her, she’d snapped and started a fight. “I’ll be fine, it’s just a cut – I just didn’t realise that the asshole’s ring was made of silver,” she said through gritted teeth, “Besides what man wears a ring with a stone that big.”

Wanting a place to think in solitude, Catalina had found herself walking through the Institute, eventually finding herself on the roof, where she perched with a cigarette in hand. Hearing someone else enter the terrace, she turned to greet them with a nod. “Nice evening.”

Kendall was in one of the training rooms, working on her magic. She still had the shakiest control at best, and knew that she needed to work on it. She had already accidentally broken enough dishes, she was getting tired of it. Before she even attempted any kind of spell work, she just wanted to try to get in tune with her magic. Be able to summon it at will. She’d had varying amounts of success at that. Usually she was only able to summon her magics to her fingers in the form of a few sparks before it fizzled out. But this time, she had been successful, managing to summon a whole ball of sparks to her hands. Of course, as soon as she had realized what she had done and the elation filled her body, the ball of magic got out of control, whizzing out of her hand and towards the open door. 

“I guess could play some holiday songs, just give me a second to tune my guitar,” Matt said as he adjusted the guitar on his laps, his fingers reaching up to turn the machine heads. “What song do you want to hear?”

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Gerard sat at the kitchen table sulking, he had missed the New Year’s party to go deal with some dissent in his clan. It had been over 200 years since they had expressed some sort of disagreement and he could understand their current frustration but that didn’t mean he was going to let them get away with it. Emptying his wine bottle in into his glass Gerard’s ear twitched at the sound of nearby footsteps. “What do you want?” He called out as he took a gulp of wine. 

Theon's fingers paused slightly on the piano keys as he sure someone was behind him but refused to show any panic until he finished the sonata. His fingers slowly fell off the keys as he spoke "You can stop lingering now."