#past thread

Wooden fingers click, click, clicked over each new brick in the wall Toni was lightly holding a hand against as she walked; an annoying habit, but one of the easiest ways for her to keep her balance. She was nearly to the last corner before reaching the tiny apartment she currently resided in, about to turn past it when the sense of being watched washed over her. A thin scowl crossing her face, the doll twisted her head around searchingly before her gaze landed on the culprit. "... Can I help you?" She asked after a long moment, arching an eyebrow sharply.

Location: Lycaon basement

Location: Ware

(Past thread)

It wasn’t a secret that Victoria enjoyed taking money from the patrons that gambled at Ayumu’s business. As long as she agreed not to rinse the entire house of its money, they had agreed to let her continue attending—for now. That being said, the nights that Victoria took a seat at the gambling tables were a night no-one but her looked forward to, because the (mainly) male patrons their knew their brothel money was going to be limited, which was her exact intention.

Fights weren’t exactly unheard of, Victoria had been around enough establishments of the same kind to know it, but Ware was usually composed, and that meant it was getting taken care of somehow.

She was returning from taking a cigarette break when she saw them—someone a short distance away at the end of the hall, tending to a man with blood trickling from an injury to the head. “I didn’t realise Ayumu hired such efficient medical staff.” She said, announcing herself.

Eiji felt like he had been waiting for his powers to arrive his entire life. It had been the focus for so long, it felt like the most important thing on earth. It seemed like their father wanted it so desperately, every passing day felt like the deafening tick of a clock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He thought his powers would come, that they were just late and when they finally did arrive the entire coven would stop looking at him the way they had been recently— like a disappointment—that their fathers intensity would relent before it gave way into something else entirely. Eiji wouldn’t have minded that. He could handle needing to catch up in order to be the future coven leader that their father always wanted. He would have worked hard to be everything he wanted.

But it didn’t happen. His 21st birthday was joyless. The morning had been full of dread. Everyone knew if if hadn’t happened now, it never would. Ever. He was a human in one of the most powerful covens in the city. The day’s passed and the immediate switch in his father felt evident to him, like the moment he’d had his confirmation that Eiji wasn’t who he wanted him to be, it had been enough to cast him aside. His attention on Rei felt immediate and Eiji felt like he might as well have been invisible.

When the invite to go out on a night out with his friends came along, he eagerly accepted. It wasn’t as though anyone was going to notice he was gone, anyway. Even if he did something really stupid, was he even really a Remington anyway? Did it matter what he did now?

When: 1997 (before Eiji’s birth)

“Remington!” Sipho grinned as the younger witch approached. “Did you get stuck in your tower?” He teased as he glanced down at the watch on his wrist but once Elijah was close enough, he clapped him warmly on the shoulder. “You ready?” He asked, not waiting for an answer before he was already leading him through the Dumisani building to an area where they could train. “How’s Kyoko doing?” Sipho asked conversationally as they passed through the headquarters, leaving the walls lined entirely with plant life to a secure area where they could spar safely, knowing that the magic would be contained within the room. “Must be almost time for you to become Papa Remington.” He chuckled.

The cold felt nice — like tiny stabs against her skin. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but just enough to keep her focused. In the distance someone shouted about theft, but those lights coming from the windows across were so shiny, and so bright, and when she stared for longer they almost changed colors, and all that shouting was drowned out. Reid's words made her aware just how much she's had to drink — his voice wobbly and somewhat higher, strangely louder in her ears. Maybe he was just laughing, and she failed to recognise the signs — green hues capturing him then, focusing on those wrinckles around his mouth, and how the full, pink lines stretched and teeth showed.

Where their feet pounded along the pavement, the town looked less ominous, the shadows lingering between them — less menacing. She laughed, too. No idea what for. What the hell were they even talking about? Something, something, Rose — something, bathroom — something, whispers, something —

Anika felt like she was being stranded at sea, with no fucking clue how morse code worked.

And it didn't fucking help that her attention was like a fly. Here one moment, gone the next. Just when one thing caught her eyes, another pulled her by the ear. Did she really need to know what he was saying, anyway? Would he shut up, if she just nodded along and — But then it clicked.

for: @atlaswestwood location: chissob hills forest when: sometime in the early 1920s

Another year another earth day celebration in Vievecor City. Caia had an almost empty glass in hand and they were just about ready to make their exit. She had been in Vievecor City for long enough this time around and it was high time to move on.

Caia downed the rest of the drink, set the glass down and turned towards the exit of the celebration grounds. Her bags had already been packed and had been stashed in one of the trees on the fringes of the park, she just needed to go and get it.

"Oh. Hello, Atlas. Your father knows how to throw a great party, as always," the elder elf said with a smile when she was suddenly confronted with the younger Westwood child. Caia liked Atlas. The young elf was a bit on the shyer side compared to her brother, but there was potential there.