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The simplest tasks... (Closed RP)

Graveyard dirt. All they had needed was graveyard dirt. A simple, normally easily retrieved ingredient. Go to your local resting place, thank the local spirits for allowing you to take something, put dirt in bag. Anyone can do it, as long as you go during the day. Unfortunately, Alan had become too impatient over the course of the evening, and around 1:30 in the morning, decided he needed his final ingredient now, and decided to take Ashley with him to get it. @sorcerouscheerleader

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In the interest of self defense... (Closed RP)

The day had started out simple enough. Sit down with Nate. Catch up. Discuss Ferromany for a while. Split for the day. Easy. Where and when that conversation derailed, Alan still wasn't write sure, and yet here they were, walking down the road to the old car lot just outside the city. They had decided that they both needed to practice their self defense, and this seemed like the best place for the both of them. @sorcerermarlwulf

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Anyone interested in doing a more violent RP tonight? Something fighty or painful? I'm just in there mood for that sort of RP and was wondering. Send me a message if you are!

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"It's going to be fine."

Alan sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth even as he pushed the wadded up cloth against his ribs. He must have been running on adrenaline up until that moment because he hadn't noticed until Lake had said something, although now that it was covered, he didn't want to look to see how bad it was.

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Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past

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Send 🔥 for a starter where my muse's home is destroyed

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Send “🔫” to hold my muse at gunpoint

Send “⚐” to have your muse be held at gun/knife point.  

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A mundane return...

Alan stepped from his porch, a weary smile on his face as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and started a brisk run. He had been home a few days, and the visit to his old teacher had left him with a wonderful gift, namely, his formerly small, now medium sized Malamute, Ghost. While he had spent most of the day unpacking and dusting off his clothes and possessions, until that moment, he had mostly neglected Ghost, feeding him and giving him water as he needed, but now it was time for some exercise, and so he was off for the evening.

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I am back. Sorry about the unexpected hiatus. Life kind of blindsided me. Back to here for a while though! Feel free to bother Alan if you wish! I hope everyone is having a good night.

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Alan smiled warmly at the mention of Wizard Jake. He hadn't seen him in a very long time, but he did remember spending some time with him right after graduating from apprentice. He crossed his arms as he nodded down at Tabby. "Jake is a good man. I'm not surprised he took your brother and you in. I'm guessing he it's treating you well and working hard if he has three apprentices. It's been a very long time since I last saw him. I was living closer to the inner city when we met." Alan found himself smiling more as he talked to this girl more and more. Eventually he pushed open the door to the big private bathroom and held it open even as he spoke. He gestured to the separated shower area and changing area. "You can get clean while we talk and I find you some more clothes. As for your other question, I am actually a pretty big book nerd, preferring to research and create rather then fight. I just have magic that lends itself very well to combat, sadly."

Prank War (open to all)

He stood, thinking back. He vaguely remembered a trial, back when he had first become a member of the Council. House fire… He remembered it now, frowning as he did, seeing younger wizards getting put to death for accidents… He was glad the boy had been given a plea. “I do remember that. I wasn’t a Warden at the time, but I do remember that he wasn’t foaming at the mouth, the way they normally describe Warlocks. I remember hoping someone vouched for him. I’m glad to hear he is alright, even if living under The Doom.” Alan felt himself smile, suddenly feeling a lot older then he knew he was. “And it’s always nice to meet more practitioners. Who is your teacher?”

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He stood, thinking back. He vaguely remembered a trial, back when he had first become a member of the Council. House fire... He remembered it now, frowning as he did, seeing younger wizards getting put to death for accidents... He was glad the boy had been given a plea. "I do remember that. I wasn't a Warden at the time, but I do remember that he wasn't foaming at the mouth, the way they normally describe Warlocks. I remember hoping someone vouched for him. I'm glad to hear he is alright, even if living under The Doom." Alan felt himself smile, suddenly feeling a lot older then he knew he was. "And it's always nice to meet more practitioners. Who is your teacher?"

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Alan let out a short laugh, leading her through a series of winding hallways, steadily leading closer to the gym. “Yes I am White Council. I was also, and still technically am part of the Fomor war, don’t tell anyone though, I’m hoping they forgot about me.” He felt himself chuckle again, warmer this time as he finally lead her to a big room with a door to one side leading to the bathrooms. “What about you? Judging by the fact that you know the Council even exists, I’m guessing you’re no minor talent.”

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Reblog if you Skype as your muse

and you’re willing to RP over Skype if a partner drops you an ask :)

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Alan let out a short laugh, leading her through a series of winding hallways, steadily leading closer to the gym. "Yes I am White Council. I was also, and still technically am part of the Fomor war, don't tell anyone though, I'm hoping they forgot about me." He felt himself chuckle again, warmer this time as he finally lead her to a big room with a door to one side leading to the bathrooms. "What about you? Judging by the fact that you know the Council even exists, I'm guessing you're no minor talent."

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Fire issues… But why… Oh. Alan frowned at the clothes in his have before taking the pants and throwing them back at his bag. He held out the shirt to her anyway, this one smelling of fabric softener, having been freshly washed a few hours ago. “Okay. For now then, let’s get you to the gym so that you can get cleaned off and I’ll figure something out..” he held out the shirt to her, trying not to get her any more bothered then she already was.

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Fire issues... But why... Oh. Alan frowned at the clothes in his have before taking the pants and throwing them back at his bag. He held out the shirt to her anyway, this one smelling of fabric softener, having been freshly washed a few hours ago. "Okay. For now then, let's get you to the gym so that you can get cleaned off and I'll figure something out.." he held out the shirt to her, trying not to get her any more bothered then she already was.

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Alan’s eyes widened for a minute, the feeling of a practitioners aura sending an almost electrical shock up his arm, leaving an almost conspiratorial smile across his face, just for a moment, but still long enough to be noticable. “I have to apologize though Tabby. My clothes aren’t exactly formal. I hope you don’t mind.” He walked behind the table before reaching into his bag and pulling out a set of scorched, well worn jeans and a clean black button up shirt. “Do these work for you?”

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Alan's eyes widened for a minute, the feeling of a practitioners aura sending an almost electrical shock up his arm, leaving an almost conspiratorial smile across his face, just for a moment, but still long enough to be noticable. "I have to apologize though Tabby. My clothes aren't exactly formal. I hope you don't mind." He walked behind the table before reaching into his bag and pulling out a set of scorched, well worn jeans and a clean black button up shirt. "Do these work for you?"

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Alan held out a hand for her, his smile becoming genial and apologetic. “I guess I never did introduce myself between that fall and the feathering. My name is Alan. As for a change of clothes, I probably have some in my bag. If you don’t mind wearing my clothes, you are free to them. They’re clean, I promise.” Alan felt himself almost babble out, trying to cover up for the fact that he tried to put as little emphasis on his name as possible. You could never be too careful these days. Especially considering what he had just done.

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Alan nodded, although he didn't want to elaborate much more, and instead tried to change the subject. "So how did you end up learning about this pizza place?" his expression and tone were ones of genuine curiosity as he walked with her.

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Alan felt a small smile spread across his face as he looked at the woman in front of him. He felt himself start to fidget his hands nervously before hastily stuffing his hands into his pockets and nodding. “Absolutely. I would love to go to dinner with you.”

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[text] okay I'll be there... [text] only cause I want beignets though ;)

“✆” MORNING text

[text] Laek… Why does your work happen so early in the morning? Couldn’t we go recover a telescope or something that doesn’t require us to get up at 6am?[text] Lake* sorry.