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  Though unusual for the blond to do, that evening he hadnât recieved any calls for body retrieval. Having embalmbed bodies and prepared for upcoming funeral services, Garridan found himself with an evening free of obligations. While he would have stayed home and read a book, heâd needed a change of pace (and novel, too).
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Venturing into town on foot, the vampire seamlessly blended into the crowd. He never stood out, for he never brought unnecessary attention. Though his outfits were naturally dark and broody, he still looked relatively ânormalâ to navigate the busy streets, minding his business. It wasnât until he noticed the book store heâd anticipated visiting had been closed down for the evening, and a momentary pout found its way onto the vampireâs face. So much for a new romance novelâŚ
   At that, Garridan figured he may as well attempt to enjoy the time he had, and he simply walked about main street, arms wrapped around his body. Overhearing the conversations of strangers, the various scents of supernaturals and humans intermingling within the airâit provided him a chance to people-watch. He didnât necessarily enjoy socializing much, but there was always an underlying interest in watching the world from an outsiderâs perspective.
 Humanity was beautiful, despite its flaws, and witnessing tender moments such as friends rejoicing or lovers holding hands provided Garridan a sense of clarity. It was also vastly different, having been surrounded by corpses most of his life. Besides, many had chastised Garridan for his recluse habits, and this proved to be a small step in the right direction.
    Or so Garridan had anticipated being alone, up until he accidentally bumped into someone and immediately jumped to apologizing profusely. Averting their gaze, he found himself reverting back into his usually anxious-self.
âAhâIâm so sorry, IâŚI happened to be distracted, I truly didnât mean toâŚare you alright-? Iâm terrible sorryâŚâ
A colliding thud barely earned any movement from his, but the creeping smile that rose over his lips grew slightly more wide and prominent as he raised his response. âYeah laddie, donât worry yourself over it. Nothinâ more than a wee bump in the mornâ.â His eyes didnât raise to meet the other manâs, instead they hung low as if wrestling with some unseen force there on the ground at their feet. âHey, can I ask you something? Man to man? What do you do when... When youâre not sure if you really were the man everyone is always telling you you are? Is there some sort of... ârightâ answer for this - this... feeling of ... misplaced identity? You know? Itâs like... like thereâs the you everyone gets to see and then thereâs this... Other you, that... is nothing like the man everyone expects you to be? Itâs sort of like... sitting in the passenger seat of your own life?â Realizing he just unloaded the full magazine of his pent up anxiety thoughts to this total stranger he blinked once or twice before finally meeting the otherâs eyes. Â
âSorry, forget I said anything. Nameâs Lucent, you can call me Lucky if you prefer, but I swear on me mum, you call me Lucy and Iâll have to take some teeth fer the trouble.â
He almost half-heartedly raised a gloved hand towards the other. âMe and me shoulder appreciate the wakeup call, probably would been sittinâ theres for a while if ye hadnât knocked me like ye did.â The light breeze that blew through his long hair only seemed to add to the curious visage the man kept about him. He drew forth one of his many black, green and gold embroidered business cards and offered it forward to the other male. âI run the newest business here in Tabula. You should swing by sometime, can always guarantee that your time will be well spent with us. Who knows, if youâre feelinâ a little lucky we could even head there later this evening?â Â
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Knowing better now than to go into the woods after Elidi and her were attacked, Kiki found herself looking for new places to explore. On this particular night she found herself in a more worn down part of Tabula. She didnât mind however and found it to be quite fascinating to see a different side of the place she now called her home. It was nighttime and the wiccan was trying to be very cautious of her surroundings, knowing that trouble could lurk at any corner. So far the area seemed to be eerily quiet but it didnât bother Kiki one bit. Thatâs why when she heard a soft mew while walking past one of what seemed to be an abandoned building she stopped.
Standing still she waited to see if maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. But once again she heard another mew. Now walking up to the broken down wooden door of the entrance, she pressed her palm against it and gently pushed. It creaked open showing what seemed to be a void into pitch blackness. Once again she heard the mewing, not only was it much louder but sounded panicked. Pulling out her cell she turned on her phones flashlight. âWhoa...â this wasnât her first time in an abandoned building but this was much larger than any sheâs explored before. Scattered furniture littered the main entrance. Moving her phone around she noted a staircase and more doors, some missing that led to other rooms.
Carefully stepping around objects that laid on the floor she made her way further into the building, stopping only when she heard that the meowing was coming from up the staircase. They didnât look sturdy at all but if there really was a cat up there or any animal in trouble she wouldnât forgive herself if she just left. She placed her foot on the first step and slowly pressed her body weight on it. âPlease donât break...â she muttered to herself as she descended up the frail staircase. Holding her breath until she finally reached the top and sighing softly, she knew that the top floor could be dangerous as well. Shining the light she noted that the meowing was getting louder, walking down the hallway she stopped at the last room. That was where the noise was coming from, pushing open the door the wiccan shone her light around the room. By the way the walls were painted pink and the floor was littered in broken or dirty toys she guessed this had been a little girls room. âI wonder what happened....â noticing rustling from the corner of her eye she turned and gasped softly. Curled up in the corner of the room by a broken window was a small black kitten. Walking over she knelt down and used her free hand to scoop the animal up in her arms. âHi there....you are so adorable!â She gushed, the wiccan had been wanting to get a cat but her apartment didnât allow pets.
Maybe this was fate? Holding the cat close to her chest she began walking back down the hallway. Her light shining on the floor so she could make sure not to misstep. While walking she sees something that looks wet on the floor? Red liquid. Her eyes trail where itâs coming from and lands one of the doors to a room thatâs creaked open. A chill ran down her spine as her curiosity got the best of her. Maybe it was an injured animal? Maybe the kittens mother? She gently kicked her now bloody shoe against the door fully opening it and she drops her phone in shock. âFuck!â In the middle of the room laid a body, thatâs where the red liquid was seeping from. She snatches her phone back up and wipes the blood off with her shirt. âHey are you okay?!â She keeps the kitten secure in her arm as she kneels down and examines the body. A knife handle was sticking out of his chest and by the looks of his torn shirt he had been stabbed several times. Reaching out she pressed her hand against his neck, no pulse. But blood was still coming from his body which meant that he had to have been recently killed? She feels her entire body freeze as she hears someone elseâs footsteps. In a panic she darts for the closet and quickly turns off her phone flashlight. The kitten squirming in her arms as she tries to keep it still.
Knowing better now than to go into the woods after Elidi and her were attacked, Kiki found herself looking for new places to explore. On this particular night she found herself in a more worn down part of Tabula. She didnât mind however and found it to be quite fascinating to see a different side of the place she now called her home. It was nighttime and the wiccan was trying to be very cautious of her surroundings, knowing that trouble could lurk at any corner. So far the area seemed to be eerily quiet but it didnât bother Kiki one bit. Thatâs why when she heard a soft mew while walking past one of what seemed to be an abandoned building she stopped.
Standing still she waited to see if maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. But once again she heard another mew. Now walking up to the broken down wooden door of the entrance, she pressed her palm against it and gently pushed. It creaked open showing what seemed to be a void into pitch blackness. Once again she heard the mewing, not only was it much louder but sounded panicked. Pulling out her cell she turned on her phones flashlight. âWhoaâŚâ this wasnât her first time in an abandoned building but this was much larger than any sheâs explored before. Scattered furniture littered the main entrance. Moving her phone around she noted a staircase and more doors, some missing that led to other rooms.
Carefully stepping around objects that laid on the floor she made her way further into the building, stopping only when she heard that the meowing was coming from up the staircase. They didnât look sturdy at all but if there really was a cat up there or any animal in trouble she wouldnât forgive herself if she just left. She placed her foot on the first step and slowly pressed her body weight on it. âPlease donât breakâŚâ she muttered to herself as she descended up the frail staircase. Holding her breath until she finally reached the top and sighing softly, she knew that the top floor could be dangerous as well. Shining the light she noted that the meowing was getting louder, walking down the hallway she stopped at the last room. That was where the noise was coming from, pushing open the door the wiccan shone her light around the room. By the way the walls were painted pink and the floor was littered in broken or dirty toys she guessed this had been a little girls room. âI wonder what happened.âŚâ noticing rustling from the corner of her eye she turned and gasped softly. Curled up in the corner of the room by a broken window was a small black kitten. Walking over she knelt down and used her free hand to scoop the animal up in her arms. âHi thereâŚ.you are so adorable!â She gushed, the wiccan had been wanting to get a cat but her apartment didnât allow pets.
Maybe this was fate? Holding the cat close to her chest she began walking back down the hallway. Her light shining on the floor so she could make sure not to misstep. While walking she sees something that looks wet on the floor? Red liquid. Her eyes trail where itâs coming from and lands one of the doors to a room thatâs creaked open. A chill ran down her spine as her curiosity got the best of her. Maybe it was an injured animal? Maybe the kittens mother? She gently kicked her now bloody shoe against the door fully opening it and she drops her phone in shock. âFuck!â In the middle of the room laid a body, thatâs where the red liquid was seeping from. She snatches her phone back up and wipes the blood off with her shirt. âHey are you okay?!â She keeps the kitten secure in her arm as she kneels down and examines the body. A knife handle was sticking out of his chest and by the looks of his torn shirt he had been stabbed several times. Reaching out she pressed her hand against his neck, no pulse. But blood was still coming from his body which meant that he had to have been recently killed? She feels her entire body freeze as she hears someone elseâs footsteps. In a panic she darts for the closet and quickly turns off her phone flashlight. The kitten squirming in her arms as she tries to keep it still.
Eerie and bleak like the way his soul always seemed to feel, the night held within itâs expanse a heavy fog and the formations of morning dew. His nostrils breathed deep, inhaling every trace of a scent in the air. It really did smell different here in the states. Like there was electricity in the air, or perhaps some sort of pathogen that was slowly affecting them all, driving them deeper and deeper into their sedentary lifestyles. He despised nights like this and the groggy, muggy feeling that came along with the humid air. Admittedly it had already left him predisposed towards ignoring and maneuvering around absolutely anyone that crossed his path on his way to the meeting spot.Â
As sick as it might sound to someone else, he was looking forward to this; to the moment he would deliver his justice to one of the sick sons of bitches who called Tabula home. Very much the vigilante, Lucent had figured out about a child trafficking ring that was being operated in the shadows. Some new group in town not worth the sweat off the brows of the people who claimed to be in charge of the city. Or maybe it was just that they had been allowing this sort of activity? He couldnât be sure, but he did know one thing for certain; Anyone doing anything this close to his territory without his explicit permission added their own name on his big bloody list. A list that not a single soul ever should want to be on. This list consisted of people Lucent identified as enemies, threats or otherwise undesirable by his standards.Â
Clinton Beuregard, or as his friends liked to call him âBig Beuâ - was one such name. Added to his list long before he ever came to Tabula and now they had finally got the bastard. Snooping around the house of one of the little girls he kidnapped a week before, luckily he and his boys had gotten to the warehouse they were using to distribute the young girls they abducted and shut the entire thing down. Of course, the cops were claiming all the credit and none of the bloodstains as fucking usual. He didnât give a damn about that though, he wasnât out to be some kind of hero. He was only out to make sure that nobody in the arms of his new city would ever feel the way he did on the steps of that strangerâs house back when he wasnât able to even walk. It was his calling in life. To not only give those like himself hope, but a place they could truly call home.Â
Thatâs why he had to do it... and he had to make it personal. This had to be a message for all the sick, sadistic fuckers out there that think they can just do what they want without recourse. There was a new form of order in the town and he believed in dealing justice up close and personal. His head and shoulders weaved in and out of the passersby like the flow of a stream through itâs banks, avoiding even the slightest bit of contact without paying any mind to where he stepped. He came to the randown area that bordered his territory and made his way to the location his boys sent to his cell. Two suppressed USP45â˛s laid tucked neatly into their holsters beneath the coat of his suit and overtop the NTEC ballistics vest he wore beneath his undershirt. He knew he wouldnât need the guns unless the other man had one as well, and god did he hope this bastard was as stupid as he was sloppy. For a split second the tremors racked his body, riding like a wave up the back of his spine until the chills settled into the base of his skull, rolling his neck he nodded.
âRight you fucker, Letâs see how tough you are against someone your own size.â He slid his four leaf clover knuckledusters onto his digits and gave them a wriggle. Then balled his fist so tight he could feel the pads swell and as he approached the front door, he leaned all of his weight into his kick;Â slamming the door off itâs hinges and sending the man inside falling backwards out of his chair. The look on his eyes spelled pure fear, unrelenting waves of terror washed over his features in shock, anger and then - there it was - Realization. Next came the bartering.
âPlease, please lucky I-I-I I can pay you for th- hrrrrk!â Jet black dress shoes stomped clear on his throat to silence him before delivering a rough kick to his knees.Â
âYou think this is about money? You stupid fu-â He combed his fingers through his hair and stepped off the man; completely turning his back to him and making a gesture for the man to pick himself up off the floor. âFace it like a man, at least then you can die with a pinch of dignity.â
âYou cocky little shi-â The larger man got up and immediately charged, a horrible decision after just being dropped flat and deprived of air. Lucky didnât so much as flinch, the man made it maybe two or three steps and then collapsed, clutching his side as crimson leaked out from a small stab wound in his side.Â
The floored manâs features were falling back into shock, the loss of blood registering inside of his body no doubt. It would be then that the redhead would click his left heel and retract the small blade that protruded from the tip of his shoe. He leaned over the man and picked him up, the man tried to swing at him only to get caught with the curved edge of his Karambit, the talon shaped knife slid right under the mans armpit and dug deep, the gushes of cherry red liquid let him know he hit his mark - The Axillary to Subclavian in a single stab. This man would be dead in a matter of minutes now and would be completely incapable of moving his arm at all. âWhereâd you take her? Crawl there. Crawl there and beg me to stop like they all did!â For once he let his emotions boil over, he let them take control for a fraction of a second and everything went black.Â
The next thing he saw, was the body underneath him with his blade drove straight into the manâs skull. Then came the sounds of a kittenâs mew and the back door creaking open. Instinctively he let a hand roam to his pistol at itâs holster and slinked back into the darkest corner of the room. The only entrance to this room was off to his right. The body wasnât moving at all, but still leaking. His heart began to race and already his mind flicked between his options.
Fight or Flight?
Just as he gripped his pistol tighter the figure of a thin young woman emerged, her voice almost altering the atmosphere of the buildingâs interior. He held his breath as she came in and slowed his heartbeat. She went over and... asked if the body was okay? Then things went from bad to worse. Another set of footsteps began coming towards the room. âSHIT! Bastard wasnât alone afterall. And now there was this woman here... Aggggh. Stuff it. He couldnât just let the lass get roped up in his affairs like this... least of all when she seemed to be innocent and even taking a fondness to the recently orphaned cat. The kind of person he felt alright with risking his own life for. Not the average run of the mill Tabula Trash, but something... unique. She hid in the closet. Good. He hoped that meant she wouldnât see what he was about to do to this other figure. He despised it when first impressions were ruined with work.Â
This second man came in and walked straight past him in the dark corner, just as the woman had and just as he stepped into view; he moved towards the body and knelt down muttering to himself before growing louder and louder. Then a bonechilling sound wrang out from the closet. The feintest mew of concern from the cat in the womanâs arms. The second man turned to the closet and hollered, raising a pistol of his own to the closet. âWHO THE FUCKâS IN THERE?!? YOU BETTER COME OUT RIGHT FUCKINâ NOW OR IâM UNLOA-â then two puffs of air and the ring of a suppressor zipped into the back of his skull. Sending red spatters over the closet doors followed by the heavy thud of a second body.Â
He tried to think of the best way to put someone at ease after seeing what they just did, but all that came to mind was;Â âAre you alright, lass? Itâs safe now. You can come out... just... give me a sec.â He ran around a bit and found something to throw over the bodies. He made no motions to hide his identity from her at all. After all, who would believe her if she ever tried to put a name to his face? He had connections all over the globe that could make little... mishaps like this disappear. If she would step out of the closet, she would be met with two kind and hopefully comforting eyes. Eyes, that seemed to plead for her forgiveness.
Whatâs the best / worst practical joke that youâve played on someone or that was played on you?
A visible recoil rose through the redheaded maleâs body at the question, âWell ye see... My joke all sorta âave a way of goinâ awry. I uh, once found out about one oâ the boys âavinâ a fling with this girl that worked at the local waterinâ âole. Pretty lass, but not real bright ya know? Anyways, the lad had a story goinâ to keep this lass off âis tail whilst the boys were doin... whatever us boys do. Turns out every time we went out âe told âis lass that âe was goinâ to work on some cars. -
Anyways, skippinâ te the messy bit. We figured out that our lad was eh... flaking out on us both. Heâd dip on the boys anâ tell us âe was with the lass and ditch her tellinâ the little lady that he was with us. Wasnât with neither. So after this shakedown goes on fer long enough, we decide its time to bust âim on âis ass a bit for skippinâ out on the work the rest oâ us been gettinâ done. âEres what we do.
We stage a fake hit on his girl, Some real nasty work. Sim round and blood bags ontop of a kevlar vest. Me an the boys were all sittinâ at the park when he comes runninâ up to us with âer in âis âands. Freakinâ the hell out, askinâ the boys where we were when the goons came for âim. Just as he breaks down sobbin, the last gives him a damn good slapper teâ the cheek. Hell hath no fury like a woman ditched for the boys. Learn ya somethinâ from this right lads? Donât tangle with a woman who ainât willing to live the life yerâ livinâ and neâer turn your back on the boys.â
âOh? Me? Ainât much to tell really. Not a whole lotta tricks in these sleeves, just business and a few odd things here and there. Though there was this one time back âome where me anâ the boys got into a scrap? Beat a man unconscious with an oboe. Donât ask, it was self defense.â A light shrug was all he gave them after his confession.
Lucky prefers table games. As the owner of his own Casino, Lucky is completely aware of how slot machines work on random number generators. You canât trick, deceive or fake-out a slot machine. People though? Lucky was an absolute master when it came to manipulating people like puppets on strings. He has never lost a hand of any given table card game.Â
*Bonus: Lucky was a cardshark growing up, he cheated and scammed many, many businesses out of small fortunes all without ever raising any suspicious brows. He could probably nick your wallet while bumping your shoulder. Supernatural or otherwise.
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If a genie granted Lucent three wishes, what would they be?
If Lucky were to be granted three wishes (presumably with the ability to grant any wish) his wishes would be:
1: Complete Immortality/Impervious to Death
2: The ability to rewrite history.
3: A family that truly loved him.Â
Out of the characters in TR who would your character: Marry/Friend/Kill?
(So far Lucent has not become particularly close with anyone so I will answer this with a bit of writer preference on character types I think Lucky would best place into those categories.)Â
Marry: Hmmm... This would have to be someone Lucky trusted not only with his industry and economic standing, but his social and political appearance as well as his very life. Lucky has not in writing made a connection with anyone that would even come close to warranting marriage but some plausible options based purely on character traits would be:Â Gar, Kas, Meg, Kiki or really anyone that Lucky could observe as a nurturing and uplifting soul. He has lived most of his life pulling himself up from the rubble of the things he ruins, he would need someone that could balance out all that self-loathing within his heart with self-less caring and consideration.
Friend: Lucky is at least on the surface, willing to befriend everyone and anyone he may have a use for whether that use be interior, exterior or ulterior would almost certainly remain an unknown. Some examples would be: Stan, Gar, Tamryn, or any powerful magicka.Â
Kill: Oh this is the easy one. Anyone that jeopardizes his profit margins or disrespects him in a blatant or observable way. Lucky runs on very cut-throat ideology that has been instilled deep into his being by the events of his rough and tumble upbringing.
  An unfamiliar accent rang in the undead manâs ears; to which he raised a brow and looked over towards the fiery-looking red-head. A man he hadnât seen within these streets, but he looked somewhat familiar. Ah, yesâStanislav knew very well who this man wasâto which he gave a dip of his head, a sign of acknowledgement. The vampire wasnât one for handshakes anyhow, despite his tendency to be polite. After all, Stanislav hadnât even dared to shake the hands of his colleagues on board with the LSA.
     âAh, procuring some stonesâŚI havenât given it much thought; though I do find them to be particularly intriguing.â His gaze affixed to the stones once more; though he did pick up a stone, examining it before placing it back to where he had found it. âI wouldnât consider myself an expert by any means, Iâm afraid my recommendations would be mediocre at best.â
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    He turned his head once more, almost as if eyeing the other male a bit more closely. Though he hadnât any doubts about his revelation towards this manâs identity, it wasnât until he introduced himself wherein his hues reflected a recognitionâdespite his stoic choice of expressionâand he merely nodded in agreement. Though he couldnât partake in that of liquor, it would be interesting to indulge in conversation with the globally recognized human so nearby.Â
     âYes, you looked quite familiar, Mister Lachlan.â Though the red-head had introduced himself quite casually, it simply wasnât within the vampire kingâs nature to disregard formality so soon. âSo it seems your business endeavors have allocated to that of our city. In that case, I extend a welcome. I couldnât help but notice the construction, though Iâm afraid I havenât been able to investigate just yet. I have noted your offer, and find myself wishing to accept.â He let out a slight chuckle.
      âAn establishment belonging to one such as yourself might add a bit of flavour into our already diverse city.â
Mister Lachlan ... He could get used to the ring of that. Perhaps he should have been having his employees address him in a formal manner like this all along? He thought the family dynamic would help keep his lessers more amicable to his ambitions if they felt they were a part of it all. It almost detracted from the fact this man just refused to shake his hand, almost. Before the reheadâs eyes seemed to meander about the other maleâs features without any real purpose or intent, but now they flicked straight to the maleâs pupils. He withdrew his hand and promptly dusted it off on the opposite breast of his suit, then took the thing off and held it over his shoulder by itâs coathanger strap. The motion on the surface didnât look like much, but to an Irishman, this was no different than directly saying the man was dirty enough to warrant the removal of his coat, like rank, muggy weather in the middle of summerâs heat.Â
This motion seemed to gain the attention of several other men scattered throughout the store, pairs of deep black shades began observing the two men as they conversed. Thought the following motions would betray any detail of malfeasance beneath the guise of a jolly and coy remark. âIt is rather shite weather for a handshake. Howâs this then?â He rocked back on his heels away from the male and drew from the breast-pocket of his black button up, a small gold and silver card and with all of the cheek and gall of an Irishman who has never once been put in his place, flicked the small card at an angle. The small piece of material caught the updraft in the store, and glided itâs way effortlessly into the pocket of his slacks. âThat thereâs got all me contact info on it, as well as directions to the casino - had some magi-folk whip up a little thingy that acts like a GPS. Teâ make sure yeâ donât get lost on yer way to the best joint in town.â How a man could manage to be so carefree while intruding upon someoneâs personal space in such a way was a wonder, but regardless he seemed relatively unmoved by his own actions.Â
Raising a finger as if to catch his own attention in mid-flight, he raised the only question that really mattered when first meeting a person that showed disrespect. A name, something to tie the face to so that heâd remember it for the inevitability of their next crossing. âItâs hardly fair if ye know who I am anâ I donât rightly know who you are. Yeâ got a name, ser?â He couldnât help but think to himself, or just a really rude ass look on yer smug gab? âAnd please, yeâ can call me Lucky. Me olâ manâd roll in âis grave if âe âeard ye callinâ me that.âÂ
Such a dreary Friday, damp from constant rainfall and spark filled with lightning. For Elidi, she was right in her element. While on days like this, sheâd usually take the time to train, today she decided to visit the shops, Little Shoppe of Wonders in particular. Her plants had been looking a little neglected, her various herbs running low. Besides, there was always some new arbitrary trinket to find.
A quick teleportation spell delivers her to the shops front door, nearly bumping into someone in the process. âJesus, sorry.â She excuses herself as she slips inside, her concern diverted immediately to the gems and crystals section. Nervously she bites the nail on her thumb, knowing very well that she does not need another stone. âOne can never have too much jewelry.â The witch exempted herself with a shrug as she approached the rack, freshly distracted as soon as she neared. A large amber sphere immediately called to her and with the most delicate care it is set into her basket.
Finally, the real reason she came. Elidi stood in front of the various greenery, eyeing the eucalyptus plants. Paying no real attention to who she was speaking to, her head tilted as she spoke to the individual, âDo you think I should get.. the potted plant, or the hanging one?â
A busy day for the Irishman had only given way to a more cramped and scatterbrained morning. Having already sent most of his staff and guards off to gather more things or post more fliers for his casino left the man to his own devices to find a very specific set of items that would best ensure the function and facilitation of his business with as little complications as possible. His mother was no stranger to using things like sage, herbs, crystals and the like to secure the family home when he was a young boy so the traditions stuck with him.
Walking while remembering, a crime the man was guilty of time and time again. He managed to be lucky enough to lean his shoulder out of the way of a proper-looking woman. Instinctively he gave a look over his shoulder and turned, not being a big believer in coincidence he decided to peep in at the store she entered. Both hands tucked deep into his pockets, he weaved past the door as it closed behind her. Gliding his way around the store on his polished loafers, he was surprised at first by the sheer amount of stock this store carried. Heâd even heard that little line she dropped while browsing - a woman with a thing for jewelry - something heâd keep note of in the event that she would ever prove to need a gift in the future. Always wary of the ever encircling opportunities this town offered, he sprung when she called out for a bit of input.Â
âHonestly, I know this lass, interior decorator - She told me when I was buying my plants recently that they offer different status symbols. Hanging plants indicate regality and superiority whereas a potted plant details simplicity and elegance. Of course, if you are of a particularly refined taste you could always get both?â His smile was cocked and loaded, brandished like a firearm in the event the woman would turn to him.Â
The young wiccan was on a nightly stroll, she enjoyed basking in the moonlight and watching the twinkle of the stars as they lit up the dark sky. She had earbuds in her ears and seemed to be humming whatever song was playing through them. She had absolutely no sense of her surroundings and somehow found herself walking into the woods. She was always someone who loved nature so it wasnât surprising that her feet had led her into the trees.
The young wiccan was on a nightly stroll, she enjoyed basking in the moonlight and watching the twinkle of the stars as they lit up the dark sky. She had earbuds in her ears and seemed to be humming whatever song was playing through them. She had absolutely no sense of her surroundings and somehow found herself walking into the woods. She was always someone who loved nature so it wasnât surprising that her feet had led her into the trees.
His lungs breathed easier in the night air, something about the dim lighting and cooler settings offered him a modicum of comfort that the heat of the sun did not. Being of relatively fair skin and pale complexion, he burnt within a single hour of direct sunlight. Idly patrolling the outer limits of his resort grounds became a sort of late night hobby of his, though he rarely ever stumbled upon company whilst out in the woods. Tonight however, it seemed he would be lucky enough to be graced with the presence of another. Still a ways off when he raised a hand to her so that she could be alerted to his presence easier in the nightâs scarce light. â âOwâre yeâ doinâ tonight maâam? Funny time fer us teâ be out strollinâ aye?â His light chuckle hopefully would disarm the woman of any hostility she couldâve adopted in response. He pointed a bit deeper into the trees to his propertyâs clearing. âGot the time teâ give me yer honest opinion on somethinâ? See that cloverânâpot oâer there? Think it should stand straight up, or be a little silly and tilted?â His casinoâs emblem was in question, being carefully placed along the front of his largest building. Â
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Another night, ample opportunity.
     Stanislav awoke, confined within the darkness of his bedroom. Glancing over at his alarm clock, he notes the time. 8 pm. It was time for him to rise, but a heavy weight in his limbs told him to stay underneath the covers, to put off getting out of bed for another fifteen minutes. The vampireâs work ethic tells him otherwise.
         Forcing himself up, he reached over to his nightstand and began to check his phone for any missed calls, incoming text messages, emails. Noting that nothing seemed to require his immediate attention, after replying to a few emails he managed to get himself out of bed and freshened himself up.
      Finding that Red Rose didnât require his presence, Stanislav wasnât quite sure of where to go. Pixie Plates was an unusual place for him to visit, though he could visit The Veil. Maybe he could visit Little Shoppe of Wonders-? It was only to check up on Kiki, who had been released from the Hospital. Though he wasnât sure if she were on the clock, and he would only go to check up on her. Nothing else.
      Driving over to the shop proved to be relatively easy, given Stanislavâs understanding of the nightlife-driven city. He knew every street, every sidewalkâŚonce he parked, the vampire let himself out of his car and closed the door, taking a moment to enjoy the cool evening air.
      Letting himself inside of the Magika-dominated space proved to be fairly odd, for he had never really made it his intention to visit. After all, he had no reason for purchasing anything; but the small store offered Stanislav a sense of privacy from being overridden by curious pedestrians.
   Looking around, the store seemed relatively empty save for a few people. With that, Stanislav decided to have a look around. His eyes glossed over the various spellbooks, pottery and plants, crystalsâŚeven the air seemed to hang with the scent of herbs. Sensing someone elseâs nearby presence, the vampire commented, not necessarily expecting a reply.
    âAn interesting selection of gems, wouldnât you agree? Iâve heard they have many purposesâthough thatâs as far as my knowledge goes.â
A quaint, quiet day had given way to a free schedule for the normally gridlocked man with hair as fiery as his soul. He figured that this was as good a time as any to make his rounds about the city streets and businesses, to spread word of mouth about the newest among them all - and soon to be the most lucrative location in the entirety of their city, The Melting Pot casino and resort. His very own gem here in the land of Louisiana and a place he soon hoped would become a second home to the denizens of the city he now was trying to call home.
The thought of it came across as strange at first, nearly everyone in his organization and circles advised him against building an establishment here in a city full of such... diverse individuals and people from varying walks of life. Yet he ignored them, after all - the people he had met did not make him who he was nor did they ever help make his business decisions. In fact; he may have even been more drawn to this location because of their insistence on it being âcareer suicideâ.
It was in the midst of this mocking jaunt down memory lane that a voice seemed to speak from just off to his right. Adopting a welcoming smile and warmer eyes, he gave a light nod before letting his accent brazenly grip the otherâs ears,Â
âRight big rocks them be, came âeres for the wardinâ stones meâself though ser.â He held in his offhand two smooth stones with holes in their centers. Rocks believed to ward off bad intentions and evil spirits mainly by deeply gaelic peoples. Adjusting his stature a bit, rotating his shoulders back while his soft smile remained there for the other - he took a much more curious position. âBut if yer recommendinâ, who am I teâ argue wit ye?â his free hand pointed to a few of the gems the other man noted before adding them to his selection of items to be purchased.Â
He had almost moved past the man when his better business sense kicked in. One hand on his cart, he did a little shimmy backwards before stopping and speaking up a bit more. âBy the way, Nameâs Lucky - new in town. That big mess of construction been goinâ on fer a while?â He makes an accused/apologetic face with his hands up a bit cheekily, âMy bad. Figured Iâd spice up the livinâ âeres with a bit oâ... chance and charm from back âome. Swing by lad, Maybe we can exchange advice on what kinds of drinksâre good out âere next time?â The man practically radiated his charismatic glow on the other.
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