The Celestial Legacies

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Start the first gen Start this gen [ Brutal Secret 2/2 ] Staff: Host - Eugi Harrison, Server - Rickey Abbot, Mixologist - Akito Abe, Customer - Benny Pepper

The autumn sun set on the speakeasy, and as the stars overtook the city, the criminals began their games. When Rhea paid off the old building, she was able to fix up some retired Sabaac tables to use in her restaurant. The game was fairly simple. Play for matches, losing means only missing the bet. There were times when tensions got high; the game would get increasingly more dangerous depending on who, or how much, was at the table at a time.

Benny Pepper, a half-fairy who had only just begun his journey in the criminal world.

Rickey, the server, spotted him first, mentioning to Akito, their plant mixologist, "that guy sticks out like a sore thumb."

"A sore thumb that won't sit still," Akito replied quietly, pointing out the way Benny seemed to be downing drinks and hopping from one table to the next, throwing around wads of cash and shyly shrugging when the money he bet was consistently lost.

Rhea was on high alert because of the strange behavior, her staff moving in slow motion around the disoriented man.

Benny laughed. "Don't tell anyone..." he whispered to Eugi, who stood behind the register and leaned forward to hear the customer better. "... I thi - nk my sister was mur-dered... amd I think the killer is in this room." His face stretched into a wide, dazed smile, and he shrieked out a loud, playful laugh. "I just dunno who."

Eugi's eyes widened, surprised by the confession in a criminal establishment. "You're... not a cop, are you?"

Benny blew a loud raspberry. "As if! Do I look like a-hic-bully to you!? No, I just got a bunch of money from our parents' passing away, and now my sister... and I don't know what to do with it all. So, why not drink it and give it away, yeah? I think I'm getting better at this card game too... maybe one day I'll win it back," he laughed, lifting his glass toward Akito at the bar. "Could I get a refill on this!? Thanks!" he shouted, tapping the counter like he was patting Eugi on the back. "Good job, keep it up." He stated, with a remarkable clarity, as he stumbled toward a new table with a handful of gruff werewolves playing a rowdy game.

The radio played from the far wall an old tune from the Mercury era.

Start the first gen Start this gen [ Brutal Secret 1/2 ] Staff: Chef - Oliver Crisp, Host - Eugi Harrison, Server - Rickey Abbot, Customer - Viktor Nebula

The speakeasy seemed to stay busy with the new season arriving and a new crop of criminal fans. Chef Oliver was learning the ropes of the kitchen quickly, enjoying the faster pace.

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Start the first gen Start this gen [ Drama Life ]

After finding one key while researching the Darongs, the next thing to do is find out about the Capps. It's possible, she thought, to find all the treasures. The cool Copperdale air condensed into steam when the heat of her breath reached it. She was power walking, a level beneath stomping every step her heeled boots took toward the boardwalk.

The Envoy, surprised and a bit nervous to see Zelda once again, stammers. "Oh! I didn't expect you to come back so quietly!" They cleared their throat. "I understand you have questions. The Capps... they were quite captivated by romance. Why don't you get into the mindset of love and see if you can whip up any clues? You don't mind if I snoop - errr- look around, while you're doing that." They laughed awkwardly and dove into the bushes and dashed away.

Start the first gen Start this gen [ Chase the Clout! 3/5 ]

Maverick Silverthorne

Evil. Insider. Ancient Bloodline. Business Savvy.

"My father, you may have heard of him, Luis Silverthorne, was recently elected to a Sage position in Glimmerbrook. Over the school of practical magic. We just moved to Copperdale so he could be closer to work. I must prefer the warmer weather of Del Sol Valley, though. Copperdale is so... quiet."

Start the first gen Start this gen [ Chase the Clout! 2/5 ]

Start the first gen Start this gen [ Chase the Clout! 1/5 ]

Zelda and Rhea were on a rampage, running between Copperdale and Moonwood. Z and Juno traveled to Ravenwood for their regular Family Day festival to avoid the wolves' warpath.

Juno found a tiger frog in the fountain, and as she stepped out, she pulled out her phone to check her notifications. Her jaw dropped, and she dashed toward the stone picnic table where Z was sitting, waiting for her victorious catch. "NO WAAAAY!" Juno shouted, drawing her older sibling's attention curiously. "TatianaChroma! She's a famous makeup influencer, and she reached out to me to do a collab!"

"Oh, cool!" Z replied, shrugging a bit. "That sounds like a great opportunity."

"It could put my name on the map. If the collab is a hit... More folks will know who I am... just... look at these views!"

Z chuckled. "Where is the collab at?"

"Sulani," Juno replied, her eyes glittering with excitement.

Start the first gen Start this gen [ Atlas Academy for Occult Children - Restricted Library ] [ Darong Beginnings ]

During school, Zelda got a message from Marina, the envoy. They felt polished in their delivery and mission, she thought. They were worth keeping an eye on and following their lead for now, to see where all this goes. They said they would be in the restricted section of the school library, and Zelda wasted no time seeking them out.

The envoy jumps in surprise to see Zelda, and they quickly say, "I didn't expect you so soon. The Darong family treasure is hidden here somewhere in these old archives... Why not... help me uncover their location? I believe you could be the next guardian of their legacy." With that, they slipped away once more, their departure raising more alarms in Zelda's mind.

Zelda sighed that the envoy took off before she could ask her questions and turned to the shelves, rummaging through the ancient tomes. She found a book about the Darongs, and hidden between the pages, a delicate, old key slipped out and landed quietly on the carpeted floor. "That might be... what the envoy was after," Zelda whispered, picking the key up off the floor and sliding it into her pocket. "Best to keep it hidden for now." The Darong family's interest was proving deeper and more mysterious than Zelda expected. It seems the Darongs have been trying to restore an old family painting. With how much they've invested in this restoration, its completion must be very important to the kingdom... However, the royal envoy has been acting a bit too suspiciously for this to be a normal restoration project; their behavior makes Zelda believe this painting might also hold a secret.

She turned away from the bookshelves and was immediately met with Lyra Solace. Zelda felt her words get trapped in her chest, her heart poundly loudly with Lyra suddenly standing so close to her.

"What have you got there?" Lyra asked, glancing down at the leatherbound book in Zelda's hands.

Zelda caught the whisp of Lyra's perfume reaching into her senses. Like a field of lavender at dawn. "I was doing some research for a paper... About the Darong Family."

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Start the first gen Start this gen [ World Peace Day 2/2 ]

During the festivities by the fire, Rhea gets a call from the vampire prince himself, asking to come over to talk about something important.

The kids all retreated into the house, and the night waned on the horizon by the time Beetle had arrived. He seemed to suck all the air out of the area as he sat across from Rhea and slid his hands uncomfortably between his thighs.

Rhea eyed the fire and moved some of the logs over to keep it going.

Beetle took a deep breath and stretched out his shoulders. "I have reached a predicament in my royal identity. I must sire a vampire child. Because you and I revoked our betrothal, I'm... being forced to find a suitor to have children with."

Rhea's jaw clenched, suddenly feeling very awkward with his confession. "I'm not sure what to say." She replied, sympathetically reaching over to touch his knee.

At the motion, Beetle burst into tears. "I don't want kids, I don't want to sire someone. I don't want... anyone."

Rhea's blue eyes reflected the fire before her. "That sounds like a tough responsibility. But do you have another choice?"

Beetle's face drooped defeatedly. "No."

Rhea leaned back in her chair and relaxed her body in the comfort of the cushions. "Sounds like you'll have to find something you do like about it then. Kids aren't too bad. I'm certain I've screwed up plenty of times, and my kids turned out better than I ever was. It's kind of a privilege to be able to guide the next generations, teach them your wisdom of the ages."

Beetle nodded slowly. "I suppose a reframing of the situation is in order. I'll be speaking with my advisors. I need a vacation before I do any of that."

Rhea shrugged, "Take the suitors on vacation with you and have them compete for your affections. Make a game show of it."

Start the first gen Start this gen [ World Peace Day 1/2 ]

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Start the first gen Start this gen

Unable to get back to sleep after the pets calmed down from their encounter with the ghostly visitor, Zelda stands out on the back balcony overlooking the patio. She looks down at the cell phone Marina left with her, and she has received a message explaining: "The Darong family has always valued fine works of art. Their homes are adorned with masterpieces from renowned classical painters. Paint something for yourself; you might uncover clues in the process! I must move on for now. If you find anything, don't tell anyone but me."

"The expression of the soul is always touching." She whispered an affirmation to herself as she looked over the finished painting. Zelda is a perfectionist; she knew it would take her longer to craft anything, but she found that time led to superior quality. She felt rather proud of the new painting, but wondered if the Darong family would appreciate it.

She took a picture of the completed work and sent it to the envoy. They replied immediately. "What a magnificent work of art! Making art is only the beginning, though; knowing the artist's intent and message is where true art comes to life. Expressing feelings about it is certainly a good idea. It's what the Darongs would have wanted."

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Start the first gen Start this gen [ News Alert ]

Start the first gen Start this gen [ The Dream ]

Floating weightlessly through sunlit, turquoise depths. Juno feels the heavy restrictions of gravity vanish, replaced by a fluid grace. Dizzying as her body felt, fading into pure weightlessness. The sensation of her legs seemlesssly fusing together, and a thrilling rush of magic flowed through her body. A powerful, iridescent tail propels her effortlessly. A blissfully serene escape where the ocean embraces her in absolute freedom.

There was no beginning, and no sense of ending; she glides effortlessly. Slicing through the golden rays reaching for her from above, piercing a beam through the water like liquid fire. Soaring through empty blue and hovering over the soft, pale sand. Spiraling around sunken statues and discarded pirate chairs that now sat on the ocean floor with treasure chests growing barnacles.

Vibrant coral reefs teeming with bioluminescent life. A soothing, rhythmic sound of the tides rolling under the waves. Juno howled with joy, blowing bubbles and effortlessly breathing without the need for air. The ultimate release from her worldly anxieties. She felt untethered, truly free of stress and burdens. She lowers herself onto the chair and reaches out to an old stone statue. "This is where I belong," she whispered, touching the texture of the stone softly.