#Absynthia

[eremington]

@astrid-lundquist

After his encounter with Divya at Absynthia a few weeks ago, Elijah had a suspicion that something was up with the younger witch, but he didn't want to confront her - gently or otherwise - until he knew for sure. It had brought him to Astrid's office in Absynthia. She had to know what was happening in her club, or at the very least she would have seen Divya more. The sound of voices inside made him pause, and he waited for a moment of quiet before knocking. "Astrid? I wanted to talk with you."

[eremington]

Elijah rolled his eyes, used to Divya's jabs by now about how he was old and stuffy. He hadn't told her too much about his past encounters with Matthew and Izak. "I suppose it does make sense given the connection you all have to the spirits." Though Absynthia tended to lean towards the more unsavory side of dealing with spirits and the deals they could make. "As long as this fun doesn't involve your soul or someone stealing your body. There are a lot of people who would love to get a coven leader under their thumb."

"Don't tell me you've come here to be the fun police, Elijah. Did you not see the sign out front that clearly stated no party poopers," she pouted lightly, chuckling a bit at her own words. She considered her next carefully, not wanting to raise any suspicion from her mentor. "Where's the fun in that?" she added, before realizing he probably wouldn't stop until he got an answer. "A few of my witches had been spending a lot of their time at this club. I came to keep an eye on them and see what all the fuss was about, and maybe have a little fun of my own in the process," She let her shoulder rise and fall in a shrug, before her glass of wine met her lips again.

[vievecorcityrp]

ISKO DE GUZMAN

GENDER: Male

SPECIES: Vampire

AGE: 125 years old

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Bouncer of Absynthia

DISTRICT: Klin

BACKGROUND:

Isko was born in 1900 at the turn of the century. The people might have been full of hope but Isko was a child of shame, he was born the fourth child of devout Catholic parents who didn't know how to stop having children. After fifteen, they started running out of money to feed his siblings and him. His mother died when he was thirteen and his father was quick to remarry. The woman didn't want all the children around, seeing them as a memory of his father's past.

The eldest children were sent to work. Isko got any job he could, running errands across the city or selling papers on streetcorners. It was barely enough to get by and he thought he might freeze to death in the streets. He was stopped one night by an intimdating man but he saw something in Isko and brought him under his wing.

At first it was much like his other odd jobs, he was running errands and then he began to go on collection runs. He quickly learned that it wasn't a good and kind man who had taken him in but Isko was on his good side and he did what he could to remain there. The next few years were filled with violence and blood and Isko rose through the ranks, becoming the enforcer and executioner for the crime family. At this point, they were family to him as well.

When they went to war with another family, they had no idea about supernatural creatures or their existence. The other family saw Isko as a threat and sent a vampire after him. He was bitten and turned. For the young vampire, not much had changed, he was just taken from one family and into another to be their violent executioner. He spent the first ten years as a vampire indebted to this family, killing and hunting who they wanted him to.

When he grew tired of their games and complaints, Isko killed the entire family and left the city. Since becoming a vampire, he didn't have the same desire for a family and he was able to easily rid himself of that attachment. He had heard about the city of Vievecour and decided that he wanted to move there and be around others like himself. It was a different kind of life he was used to, the supernatural community didn't have to hide and that gave Isko a sense of freedom he never had before. The vampire fell into the same habits after long but he had no affiliation this time. He was happy to be a hired hand and earn a living from his more violent tendances.

For all the crimes that Isko had committed in his life, the one he was caught and jailed for seemed so insignificant. He had grown bored and was lazy when he glamoured the wrong person's daughter. The mayor was not too impressed when he figured out his daughter had been his target. When they traced the glamour back to Isko, he was arrested. Isko was guilty and he didn't pretend that he wasn't so he was tried and then sentenced to Zamok.

Prison proved to be a worse fate than he had imagined. Instead of rehabilitating him, it merely collared and subdued the vampire. Freed two months ago, Isko is slowly adjusting to life outside prison. Twenty years of captivity haven't changed him much Zamok had served as a cage and now the vampire is free to stretch his wings once more. This time, he intends on looking like the model citizen and it was easy to fall under the radar with the new Artemis threat. He wasn't too worried, the attackers were merely a meal ticket for him, a convenient way to satisfy his bloodlust by preying on those who hunt him.

PERSONALITY: Resourceful, independent, logical, hedonistic, irresponsible

CHARACTER TYPE: Original

BLOG: @iskodeguzman

[caia-sjofrid]

meeting again | astrid & caia

for: @astrid-lundquist location: absynthia

Caia was still trying to figure out how they felt about being back in Vievecor City. For one, there were those elvish ruins that she so desperately wanted to visit, on the other there was that annoying Council to deal with, but on another flip side there were people here that they had not seen in many years and it was always good to catch up.

The last message Caia had sent to Astrid had been a few years ago and it had been written on a small piece of paper, attached to the leg of a pigeon and sent to the demon. It did not contain much apart from telling Astrid that they believed she would enjoy the town of Tofo, after which Caia had ventured on to their next destination and disappeared off the radar.

She decided to surprise her demon friend that evening and turned up at her club in Hedon. Clubs were not Caia's particular brand of entertainment, but there were many things they would willingly subject themself to for a good friend and Astrid was one of them.

When pushing their way through the crowd became too tedious, Caia pulled one of the servers close and asked them to send a message to Astrid Lundquist, telling her that there was an elf looking for her. Now all Caia had to do was wait.

[xplainthexmen]

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[astarab1aze]

Societal Attitudes Towards Grimoires

Of all the most common magical tools, it's only the grimoire that everyone has but not everyone makes use of beyond note-taking as opposed to a source of magical power or what directs and informs their magic. For a time, nightfolk faced what they believed to be a terrible calamity - that magic as a whole would leave them. They had good reason, as many reported feeling consistently depressed, lethargic, weak, and 'as if all their life had been sapped from them' and many were temporarily unable to use magic at all, but there was no conclusion. For about a year, nightfolk were merely human. The phenomena itself is shrouded in mystery, secrecy, and blood, and no two stories are the same.

The truth is rather simple, though there are obviously none alive who know it: In 1851, a 5th year student of Belegerande's School for the Arcane, Athena Jay-Scarbuncle of House Bell, had made a fatal mistake during private study in Necromancy, by which she was attempting to 'heal a wounded bird through connection and spiritual energy'. She combined ritualistic Necromancy, herbalism, and Summoning in conjunction with basic practices taught in her Taming class to keep the Avulisk calm enough for her to even try. The Necromantic Rejuvination spell requires ingredients such as Deathbloom petals, whole frankenleeches, gangrove lilies, primordia root, and a teaspoon of absynthia to be crushed into a poultice with special attention to thoroughly mixing them together. The aroma of the ingredients together creates a sleepy, comfortable, soothing atmosphere, but when pushed upon with hazardous forms of magic, a chain reaction is caused and the effects are often disastrous - such as what happened with Athena.

The effects of the spell and herbalist mixture ballooned and amplified before she could ever hope to realize it, but the bird in her hands began to heal and soon it was as if it had never known illness nor pain. At the same time, the spell bled into many parts of the school, then to Belle's Hollow, the rest of Belle Valley, and to the rest of nightfolk society. The opposite of what she wanted to happen - using life energy to heal the wounded Avulisk - came to be, instead robbing countless others of their energies and pumping it into the dead or hurt, incidentally inciting an undead crisis. It also temporarily cut off all nightfolk from their magic.

Learning how to live in complete depression, weakness, and mundanity proved a difficult task, but many came to abandon their grimoires in favor of looking for others ways to direct magic, each and all picking up wands, staves, knives, and more just to see-- Nightfolk were and still are very split on this issue, the accessibility and effectiveness of grimoires alone. Attitudes changed and when the dreaded Year of Undead Mundanity ended, nightfolk were restored, but many began to use other things in conjunction with their grimoires and found that this greatly improved viability and manageability of their magic. Some were able to completely stop using grimoires and switched to the tools that helped them best or used their hands only. Nightfolk have, to a degree, trivialized grimoires and most generally refer to them in ways they'd refer to a common notebook. A lot of people no longer see them as inherently magical. Still, there are many more who consider it good practice to keep them; Sadly, summoners, diviners, necromancers, bloodweavers, alchemists, and herbalists are usually the only ones who use them.

Anyway, that's how Athena Jay-Scarbuncle accidentally gave everyone Magical Depression and extra extra accidentally changed mainstream societal views on grimoires as magical tools and raised the dead.

[caia-sjofrid]

Caia was out late that night. It was something they often did because sleep rarely came easy to them these days. The way the supernatural community was under attack and exposure from these humans was worrisome. Never in their long history on earth has there been attacks on such a scale before. And with this internet allowing Artemis and her ideas to spread, it did not seem to be ending anytime soon.

They stumbled out of Absynthia and into the cool night air, found a patch of wall around the corner and lit a cigarette. They were enjoying the heated drags that filled their lungs when they were suddenly confronted by someone else rounding the corner into them.

"Could say the same for you," Caia responded unfazed and with an exhale of smoke. "You wouldn't want to be caught all by your lonesome in Hedon."

for: @vievecorcitystarters location: the streets of Hedon

The sun wasn't quite up yet when he stepped out of Absythia for the evening after a long shift. The night was mostly uneventful aside from a few reckless spirit's who were swiftly thrown out. It left Isko filled with unspent adrenaline so he decided to walk back to his apartment.

He had heard all the warnings about Artemis and their followers. The vampire had been told to avoid wandering the streets alone but instead of heeding that warning, he continued stepping out at night in hopes of running into one of their followers. He was a bit hungry after all. Instead he rounded a corner and almost walked straight into another stranger in the night. "Careful, firefly. I hear these streets are dangerous at this time of night."

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[deasidarchived]

@exitstageentropy​ // starter.

lala had a knack of encountering strange people - her best friend, keith, was the first of many who bequeathed the fascination of those out of the ordinary. though, she shouldn’t say this as she was an avid doll collector of antiquated mannequins and other seedy shop collected knickknacks. if one were to enter her room, they’d think they would have entered a witch’s cove and feel like a curse was creeping down their backs. 

but that wasn’t what she intended at all when decorating her space. lala was just drawn to the otherworldly at times and at the sight of this strange occult store, her feet just took her there. Oculi Omnium. her father and mother would be baffled and dismayed with her desire to enter the bizarre store, but she’d never tell them. and so, she entered, eyeing the merchandise but her attention was captivated by a woman shorter than her but with a flamboyant style, so to say. 

tilting her head, lala, with her honest breath, spoke aloud, “ah, you’re very beautiful, miss.”

[ursanazyalensky]

The fallen deity had no intention of corrupting the young woman. He would not lie about the world, the gaps between the light and dark. For the fallen, it was harder than the other demon's. He couldn't quite give into those demonic desires, still holding onto a lingering feeling of guilt. Ursa could live with his own shortcomings but he was still guilty for what Astrid had become.

His lips twisted into a slight smile, unsure how to accept an apology for what had been done. It was not her fault and he would not allow her to shoulder that blame. "It is okay. Just as I must have been created for a reason, I must have fallen for one too." Some day it may become clear or he might just be there to watch it all crumble.

The demon realised how old it made him sound but there was no hiding what he was. "I believe they enjoy Absynthia. Personally it's a little too loud and there's one too many human's with a priest kink," he answered. Astrid enjoyed his presence there but the attention it bought him always made the demon uncomfortable. From the look in the young deity's eyes, she was curious about his protege. "She's quite tall with dark brown hair and eyes. She looks like an angel from far away," he described, giving her a little hint.

"I don't know." She didn't. Would it help? It wasn't going to change what the deities had done, was it? How could they have been so wrong? Yes, yes, butterfly effect and all that but he hadn't even meant to bring the girl back to life so she might stay that way. Was this how they planned to restore the balance between light and dark? By turning everyone and everything against them? Was it not enough that deities who broke the rules not only lost their powers but turned into the very opposite of what they had once been?

Elena's temper settled somewhat as the priest continued his tale, leaving behind a feeling of rot and decay at her core. "I'm sorry," she told him, the 'on behalf of all of us' unsaid, though very much implied. She didn't have that kind of authority but someone needed to say it.

It was the mention of a club that managed to lure her more animated nature out from where it had disappeared to. "The club that the kids like?" Elena parroted with a curious lilt to her tone. Surely to him, she was a kid. So what was this club that was supposedly all the rave these days? She'd have to swing by some time to meet the girl who had unwillingly helped to pave the way to his fall. Perhaps apologize to her as well.

[eremington]

The Search

location: Absynthia with: @lillian--reed

plot beats:

Elijah and Lillian get to Absynthia and are able to sneak into the building since it appears to be empty. Lillian has tried to use her divination abilities to see what will happen, but the presence of an elder demon is blocking them.

They know where the basement is under the first floor, so Elijah uses telekinesis to cave in the floor on top of the demons and dark witches, giving them a few extra seconds with the confusion.

With Lillian’s connection to her demon and Elijah’s connection to the coven, they are able to hold out long enough to see that the machine isn’t there and decide to run.

Elijah is hit by one of the depowering weapons and the shock causes him to stumble before he can reach Lillian and teleport them away.

Seeing Elijah get hit, Lillian tries to help him. She reaches him but the two are quickly killed.

A few hours later, Elijah wakes up as a spirit. He doesn’t see any sign of Lillian’s spirit, so he makes his way to a safehouse in Hedon and someone goes back to retrieve their bodies. Once they return with his and Lillian’s bodies Elijah has an emotional breakdown.

[girlsofcomics]

Absynthia van Mort

-Real name: Absynthia van Mort

-A.k.a.: Cindy von Mort

-Publisher: Marvel

-Type: Human (alchemist)

-Afilliations: -

-Powers: Life control, death control, intellect, magic, necromancy, alchemy.

[vievecorcityrp]

Welcome to Vievecor City, CLARY! We hope you enjoy your stay. ISKO DE GUZMAN is a VAMPIRE with MANNY JACINTO face claim. Isko is a BOUNCER AT ABSYNTHIA, resides in the district of KLIN and enjoys spending time in THE SAME DISTRICT.

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[eduardofaukes]

Eduardo wasn’t about to pass up the chance to stop his friend from losing his soul and so he got up, “Thanks… I think.” He said again, tapping the table they’d been sat at before he sped off towards his friend, who didn’t seem at all happy to have Eduardo dragging him by the arm away from the girl he’d been hoping to hook up with.

END.

eduardofaukes​:

Eduardo just laughed quietly, “Well, it is what it is.” He flashed her another boyish grin and shrugged. “I don’t know any deity’s, but I suppose they’ll just have to judge me when I get to it.” He agreed. Eduardo had never been sure what he believed when it came to the afterlife. “You think I have boyish charm?” He asked with a slight lift to his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Eduardo confirmed, “Should I be saving him from having his soul recycled right now?”

“ They will judge you regardless, it’s what deities do. We demons are the fun, they are the boredom. ” Layla would know, she used to be one, a long time ago. “I wouldn’t start a career in acting, relying solely on your boyish charm, but yes, you have something.  Perhaps it´s the wolf part.”

She chuckled, watching how Eduardo´s friend was about to be lured into the seediest part of Absynthia. “ Run little wolf. You might catch him in time.”

[artuswestwood]

Artus’s hacked files

Emails. Several dozen emails between him and other council members and well as other elves in their clan. These details several things, such as concerns, security measures, event planning, and so on.  Event posters.  Digital event posters are saved on his phone for various supernatural events he’s sponsored, such as in the theatre, or gone to, such as at Absynthia, Vicium or Level Four. There are also photos he has taken at the event of others and himself participating.  Contacts. Saved in his contacts are the names of sexual partners he has had, and included in the notes are their species, their kinks and the things Artus enjoys doing with them, though the notes themselves are short and straightforward. One of these contacts include Izak, those his particular contact does not indicate species, though mentions “control” and “blood” in the note.  Texts from Adaire. Though most texts are short and sweet or innocent and family related, there are several messages of them discussing potential elven partners for him, with Adaire mentioning his son starting a family a few times, and that elves can only have children with other elves once.