#kui james

[lunarcoveinspo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! - A CANDYCANE GRAM

While enjoying the festivities, you've received a candycane gram- the gram is a pink & white candycane with a white bow tied around it with a silver B charm. Attached to the gram is a card that reads-

To: @thelatekuijames Your designs are legendary. From: Xoxo, Bri @cantfightmoonlight

[lunarcovehq]

Wangui Kariuki James is a pixie that currently resides in Celestial Hills and has been a Lunar Cove resident for five years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Nonbinary, They/Them

DATE OF BIRTH: January 12, 1968 

OCCUPATION: Owner/Designer at Blush Boutique

FACECLAIM: Celeste O'Connor

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Fae

SUBCATEGORY: Pixie

REGENERATED: Yes

FAE COURT POSITION: High Fae

AGE THEY APPEAR: 25

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, KUI KARIUKI JAMES

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Agoraphobia, PTSD

Wangui (known as Kui) James was a bit of an afterthought from the moment they were born, on a snowy December morning in 1967. The James family definitely had enough to handle by the time Kui came along, having just relocated from Chicago to Rockford, Illinois. Their parents balanced work, community, and family in an elaborate juggling act, and if one word described the general attitude of their home, that word would be ‘hectic’. 

With two older siblings whose ambitions focused on sports and academics, and a younger one who mostly seemed determined to be the loudest person in every room, they often felt overlooked. Even if there had been early indications of their supernatural origins, in all likelihood they would’ve needed to sprout wings at the dinner table before anyone would pick up on how different they truly were. 

In a way it gave them space to try different things—testing personalities the way only an unobtrusive middle child could. Kui slipped between boundaries of identity here and there with ease. They would be playing catch in the park with their big brother’s friends one day, and singing in the back row with their parents’ church choir the next, never drawing too much attention but instead, floating along without disturbing the waters with more than a ripple of their presence. While some would find it lonely, Kui was introverted enough that their solitude and secrecy felt more like a protection than a punishment.

They began to take notice of how presentation affected the way people interacted with them, and an interest in clothing and fashion germinated slowly, along with a natural talent for design and a solidifying of the knowledge that they lay somewhere outside a binary form of gender. Clothing and makeup was something they could use—they could express themselves without saying a word, if they chose, letting their style fill in the blanks of who they were. Fashion and art was where they flourished, spending hours pouring over catalogues and then trying their own skills with a rickety old sewing machine they got off a neighbour. Soon, people began to take notice, and word spread around—if that old coat that doesn’t fit quite right? New dress needed adjusting? Take it to the James kid—no, the other James kid, the quiet one. 

As they got older, Kui began to suspect that their innate ability to sense the emotions of others, to copy a complicated stitch after only seeing it once, was something a little more than ordinary. But they’d been used to holding secrets close to their chest by then. With the discovery of their wings and actual invisibility, it became easier than ever to stay out of the way, and curiosity about the world beyond Rockford began to tempt them to take greater risks. This culminated when at the tender age of 19, they hopped a train to New York, to see what they could see of Fashion Press Week in the city, and maybe even stick around if they decided that was where their future lay. They used their invisibility to sneak into show after show, swept up in the glamour of it all, but lacking practice they accidentally dropped it on their way out of a venue. A hand fell on their shoulder and panic set in as someone turned them around, calling them by a name they didn’t know. 

The stranger swiftly apologised for the error, but after asking a few pointed questions about things they couldn’t possibly know, took Kui to chat at a nearby diner. Over hushed tones in the back booth the stranger explained that they were both fae—a hidden species capable of being reborn if they were in mortal danger. If they were right (and the resemblance was uncanny) then Kui had previously been a singer, right here in New York—Odette “Odie” Kariuki, a rising star on the scene until one rainy night after their set, they vanished, and were eventually presumed dead. 

The fae pointed Kui in the direction of Odie’s old band members, the musicians who used to play together but had since retired. Several of them were supernatural themselves, and one confirmed what they’d all suspected—Odie’s death had come at the hands of hunters. 

It was with their blessings, aid, and encouragement, that Kui decided to try and pass themself off as Odie’s long lost child. After all, the band assured them, it’s what Odie would’ve wanted, and that stuff was theirs already, technically. They helped Kui fix up false adoption papers, naming the James’ as their adopted family. As surreal as it was to realize that they weren’t human like the rest of their family, it did answer a lot of unasked questions. Kui added the name Kariuki to their own, as a way to honour their previous incarnation. It was far from a perfect illusion, but a little magic here and there to smooth over questions, and the lie was good enough to hold, at least by 1980s standards. Kui James became Kui Kariuki James, and went from being another face in the crowd, to the mysterious heir of a tragically short-lived 60’s songbird. Although most of Odie’s possessions had been held onto by the remaining members of the band, the label, or sold to various private collectors and fans, at least the royalties were redirected. Suddenly, Kui had the means to follow whatever dream they wanted, a gift from a past life.

But along with this windfall, came nightmares of their previous incarnation’s violent death. Kui’s fears wore at them, and their affection for the bustling city life waned. Every alleyway felt like it held the potential for hidden assailants, waiting just out of sight. They were desperate and mostly sleepless when their old bandmates advised them to check out Lunar Cove, RI.

Here, they began to feel like they could breathe again. The little coastal town was going to be a place where Kui could gather their thoughts and decide how best to go about living as a fae, in light of their previous incarnation’s apparent recognizability. They joined the Court, and felt some measure of protection here, turned back to their designs. Money was no longer the worry it had been, so they opened a shop in Celestial Hills, turning the lower floors into a storefront, and the ones above it into their very own atelier and living quarters. Kui found that their new gift for casting illusions actually made for the perfect design canvas. Blush Boutique became their pride and joy—it wasn’t their own House, far from it, but it was something all their own, and they had centuries to nurture and build their vision. 

By 1992, they were very nearly content. Sure, leaving behind the outside world was a tough sell, and they still didn’t know how to feel about their family back in Rockford. But what they had gained—the safety, the community, the truth of their existence—it felt worth it. They’d never felt such a sense of belonging before, not anywhere.

And it should’ve been good. Lunar Cove was safe—they even learned how to lend luck out to those who needed it, and bad luck in a place like this barely felt like much of a risk. When a friend asked, Kui lent a friend more than enough luck to help shake off the blues. If they hadn’t been so generous, maybe things would’ve been different. There shouldn’t have been hunters in Lunar Cove. Kui should’ve seen them, should’ve vanished, should have had enough time to regenerate another time. All of this should’ve been true, but instead they were murdered by hunters. Again. 

Or so they’d thought. Maybe fate took pity. Maybe luck was just slow to balance out, and realized it had taken too much from them. The next thing Kui knew, it was nighttime, and someone was reaching for them. Without thinking, Kui shoved them backwards, watched them trip and fall down a flight of steps to land, unmoving, at the bottom. They weren’t aware that the person they’d just killed wasn’t a hunter, or that any time had passed since they were the one being attacked. Reliving trauma repeatedly will do that to a person. 

Trembling and shocked, they found their way to the Boutique, only to find the door locked, and when they broke a window to get in, nothing was where it should’ve been. Everything was strange and felt wrong. The atelier was full of things they didn’t recognize, none of their possessions or designs were in the shop. Disoriented and barely coherent, they were found there the next morning, and taken to the Faerie Ring.

With thirty years missing from their life, they woke up to a world entirely different from the one they were born into. Technology moved in leaps and bounds, along with fashion and everything else. Their human parents passed away, their siblings moved and scattered around the country with families of their own. It’s said that a fae will lose their powers if they’re heartbroken, but their abilities seemed to be the only thing left intact. That, and the Boutique, which after the confusion was resolved, fell back under Kui’s ownership without much arguing. 

Most days, Kui keeps to themselves, focusing wholly on their work in the atelier, catching up on all the changing trends and the evolution in fashion that they missed. It’s a source of great joy and pride whenever an event goes on, some of the locals come to the Boutique, where Kui does swift alterations or even offers bespoke designs of their own. When they do venture out into town, they’re still in the process of adjusting to this new era, and sometimes it’s easier just to be invisible. The news that hunters are once again terrorizing the town doesn’t help much, leaving them jumpy and untrusting around other people. Displaced from time, pulled back into a world they barely recognize and don’t trust, they don’t know if there’s any safety or peace to be found here—or if there ever truly was in the first place.

[breegadey]

I know I might be in too deep with Ryoko Kui's Dungeon Meshi when one of the first things that popped into my head after listening to the Into The Woods 2022 cast album was:

"Hey, what are they gonna do with the carcass of the Giant they killed? The crops were destroyed and there is no magic left - what are their options now?"

"Would it be considered the "c-word" if they ate its remains? How close to human biology is a Giant, anyway?"

"How many servings can you get from an adult specimen? Could it serve an entire village?"

Ah, Woods Meshi...Woods Meshi...!

[duckmeat13]

Hi there! I’m a fledgling writer and comics obsessed weirdo hoping to make my own big break some day!

In the meantime, I’ll be posting my own reviews and analyses on the books I’m currently reading, hoping to get some interaction on that front since I’m absolutely starved for conversation with likeminded folks, below are a few comics to get to know me and me interests well! Happy tumblr-ing!

[masonxmahir]

📲 — MASON & KUI

@thelatekuijames [ sends a picture of them wearing the hoodie and their grandpa smiling with a thumbs up ] Mason: I LOVE THIS SM 😭💖😭💖 Mason: im not screamin btw Mason: or maybe i am i def did scream about it Mason: in a good way tho! like omg it's so cool!! Mason: thank youuuuu im gonna wear it forever 💕🥰 Mason: OH! gramps says yes to more tea btw!💛

[jonahxrivas]

for: @thelatekuijames location: mad hatter

In true Jonah fashion, he was extremely unfashionable. There had been a thought to not dress the part, to simply go about in regular, old but not old-timey clothing seeing as he had never done a good job at dressing on theme, why start now? But set into having a better second attempt in Lunar Cove, Jonah decided against it and this was still in a way renting outfits, which was on brand for him. There was much worry prior to walking into the booth, with the faire set to start soon this was last minute and apologies fell through almost instantly as he walked in, "Hi - i - I'm so very truly sorry for the last minute, I really hope I'm not bothering you.. but I was told - the map," he pointed to the crumpled mess in hand, "Said this is the clothes area?" And sure enough a look around confirmed that as his gaze immediately took in the various outfits displayed, "Whoa..." Hope sparked yet the rambles continued, "I'm very much out of depth here...Is this all medieval? Or renaissance? Is there a big difference? Could you help me to not look out of place? I don't think I fit the theme..."

[nyraxodeyer]

for: @thelatekuijames location: blush boutique

Familiar faces were not to rare of a sight for Theo in this town, even if he had been gone nearly and missed on a great number of things, amidst the new, shiny ones, some the old stuck out like a sore thumb - mostly as scowls were present upon the sight of him. Of course, Theo paid them no heed, not all were bad. Some greeted him warmly and carried on the pleasantness at each meet. It was through them he caught up on the events he had missed, after all, the gossip mill of this town was constantly churring by citizens of all walks of class.

Theo had visited the boutique owner once after the resurrection, a shame that it had happened and in such a way too but death comes for all yet only a select few could cheat it, find loopholes where none were thought to be possible. As a Vampire he was one and as a Fae, Kui was another. They had been cordial before his disappearance and the other's demise, and in hopes to continue that nature he entered the store, "Hello, Kui," Theo greeted politely, "How are you getting along?"

[ivstudios]

I haven’t had much time to read lately, so I’ve only got 4 books going at the moment

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[romanceyourdemons]

and now it is my great honor to recommend the dragon lives again (1977). bruce lee, played by bruce leong, dies and goes to hell, where he teams up with the one-armed swordsman, kwai chang caine, and popeye the sailor man against the godfather from the godfather (1972) and his henchmen james bond, dracula, the man with no name, emmanuelle, zatoichi, and the exorcist from the exorcist (1973), who plan on overthrowing the king of hell and his lackey, zhong kui. it is every bit as terrible as it sounds. every last bit and then some. when they introduce fake bruce lee he’s unconscious with a blanket over him and it looks like he’s got a massive fucking boner. but then they take off the blanket and it’s his nunchucks

[lunarcoveinspo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! - A CANDYCANE GRAM

While enjoying the festivities, you've received a candycane gram- this gram is a rainbow candycane. Attached to the gram is a card that reads-

To: @thelatekuijames Roses are red, candy canes are to obut this one's rainbow because you're super cool.Thank you for your friendship and all the times, when I replied at 3am and you replied back.I tried to make this meaningful but all I know are jokes but please note I'm not joking when it comes to you.You mean a lot and all I want, is the best for you with all my heart. From: @masonxmahir

[cantfightmoonlight]

LEYLA SELVI - HOWL-O-WEEN

She was able to convince Ken to wear a couple's costume with her finally, though he only agreed when she mentioned he could be James Bond and simply wear a suit (though it's still a big deal in her eyes given how he turned down even doing that the year before). So, she will be spending Halloween dressed up as his Bond Girl with him as her James Bond. With Kui's help, she went full 60's glam with a Martini purse and a prop gun tw to complete the look. She also might spend the night out constantly ordering Ken martinis that are shaken not stirred so that there is no mistaking who he is supposed to be and occasionally cast an illusion to make it seem like the numbers 007 is stitched into the pocket of his blazer if anyone has a questions.

@kenxmatsui @thelatekuijames

[moonglowmagic]

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At the mention of their tag sticking out Elena reached behind her neck and tucked it inward so it was no longer sticking out. “I mean maybe I was starting a new fashion trend.” She teased playfully. “Thank you for letting me know. God that’s embarrassing walking around with the tag hanging out.” Securing her shirt once more to make sure it wasn’t sticking out and she ran a hand over her shirt to smooth it over. “It’s not that bad? I’m sorry, but were you here for the masquerade? They pulled a psychological torcher on everyone.” She didn’t understand how everyone was trying to act like this was so normal, but as Kui continued on her face dropped. “I’m sorry what? Trapped in nightmares? Dead rising? And hunters? What?” Letting panic sit in as she could feel her chest tightening. “A donut? What? No. I want—“ Unable to speak as she leaned back against the wall and tried to breathe. “I can’t breathe—“ She managed to get out as she gasped for air. 

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"I was just, um." They struggled, but mumbled out more clearly. "The tag's sticking out on your shirt and, I... you know what, it's fine. It still looks fine." Hearing the extremely valid complaint, they couldn't help but nod. "It is. If you're free to leave, I would recommend doing that," they said, before a mental check made them realize how that might sound. "I mean, not that it's that—well, no, it is that bad. And there's really nothing you can do about any of it if you're stuck here, except embrace distractions when they come and try not to think about hunters, or getting trapped in nightmares, or the dead rising and... the like." They finished, with a nervous smile. "Sorry you're here. Would you like a donut?" They pushed the box of a dozen they'd just purchased across to her.

[erenozturk]

setting: blush boutique

featuring: eren öztürk & kui james @thelatekuijames

Eren muttered a curse under his breath, a single faux leather clad fingertip slipping beneath the hole on his palm and rubbing slowly at the skin beneath. This was why he should have kept a larger collection of gloves handy. Sometimes in the middle of hard work, it was easy for the fabric to snag on something and tear. If he hadn’t heard that rip… he shuddered to think of any accidental brushing of skin against his own, tugging at the sleeve of his overcoat to cover the vulnerable hand in question. Down to his last pair, he knew it was time to get another — or maybe a handful, pun intended. It was what drew him to the boutique, shoving his torn glove laced hand into his pocket as he pushed open the door with his other.

This wasn’t normally his scene by any means, ever since swapping from a flip phone to one of those smart phones, the banshee had become an avid fan of online shopping. There was an incredible lack of interaction that came with ordering things online, and practically everything was at his finger tips. Never mind that touch screens didn’t always work well with his preferred handwear, Eren figured out his way around things just to keep his human interaction to an absolute minimum. They did have those smart phone friendly gloves, after all. He wondered if maybe he could find something similar here.

Glancing about at the wares — and incredibly wary of any other bodies idling by — Eren found instead that his gaze landed upon a familiar face. Kui James had been one of those interviewed by the council, when they requested his services. While his skin crawled at the memory of constant contact, a part of his mind whirled with the memory of secrets and visions unfurling before his very eyes. Memories of death were always a complicated affair, one he dealt with on a professional basis. As he looked at them, he wondered if he had done his best to lessen the blow of reliving such a thing, or the awkwardness of sharing it with so many others. Attempting a semblance of a smile — something small, cordial, polite in an efficient way — Eren approached Kui with a slightly bowed head. “Hello there,” he greeted, tone dry but not particularly rude or unwelcoming. “It’s… Kui, right? It’s good to see you again. I hope you’re doing well,” and they could be sure it was earnest, as a fae could not lie. “Perhaps you can help me, you see,” he paused to pull his hand out of his pocket and show the torn glove, “It looks like I’m due for a replacement… or five. You don’t happen to carry high quality gloves? Or maybe even the ones with the touch pad friendly finger tips?”

[masonxmahir]

A package was left for Mason, from Kui, with the note:

Hi Mason, I was playing with some patterns and I wanted to give you something to say thank you so much for helping to heal me. I hope this is your size and style, but if it isn’t, I promise I won’t be offended. Please come by Blush Boutique to exchange it for something else you might like, whenever you wish.

PS. Say hi to your grandfather for me, and tell him I’m looking forward to tea with him again soon.

- Kui K. James

- / - / - 

Mason had to double promise and even prove to their mother that they had not been online shopping with the package arrived with their name on it. Only when they opened it and the note was read did their mother smile, satisfied her child wasn’t lying and also touched at the thought and care that went into making it. 

Mason was smiling too, well, beaming actually as he read the note twice over before holding up the hoodie with what could only be described as stars in their eyes and were it a cartoon they thought, there would for sure be little hearts circling around their head. After cooing and rubbing the fabric against their face, Mason, not even caring that they were in the living room took off the current shirt they had been wearing so they could wear the hoodie. And with the note in hand, ran to the garden to hand their grandpa the note before twirling around to show off Kui’s creation. 

“Look how cool this is! Is it acceptable to never take it off?” 

To which, of course, their grandpa only laughed, “They are talented, aren’t they? Please let Kui know tea with them again would be wonderful.” 

[nyraxodeyer]

Kui always held an air about them that made it easy to. well to simply just be, a quality that Nyra appreciated greatly and it shone through now, even in this dreamscape. "Thank you, there's certain ways perception affects, even simply as a Fae I hold myself to being a certain way around others, not say I'm inauthentic, just that different people draw out different parts of me," she explained. And Kui often seemed to get her more vulnerable side, something not many saw. "Hope so too, things have been in a upheaval state for far too long." Nyra sighed softly at hearing that, a small smile taking shape, "Glad to hear it. I do believe that's a good thing, resilience is a good thing, yes, I still have hope even after all this, can't be too bad of a thing to hold onto."

She nodded to confirm, "Yes, somewhere away from this would be nice." As the pixie continued to speak, Nyra drifted into her own thoughts. She had control of her own dreams, thought they faltered at times especially in times of turmoil, much like now, she could change it too, or at least wake herself up to end it all, but noticing the images of ruin in the peripheral of her eyes fade to shimmer, she felt relief. "I gravitate towards the sea naturally, the sound of waves are my own siren song, but is there a place you find yourself comfortable? We can make middle ground if we'd like to stick around in the dream world."

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Kui glanced up at her in surprise. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. There's no need for composure in a dream, and I don't judge you for it at all," they pointed out. But they smiled, relieved that Nyra had so quickly found her feet again. "It's not impossible—I'm sure it'll be boring again one day." An odd thing to look forward to, but they truly did miss the stability before Lorelai had entered their lives, and hoped to return to it again. "I'm holding up surprisingly fine?" They cocked their head to one side, and punctuated it with a shrug. "I guess after a while I've become more resilient, or just tired of being constantly scared. I'll choose to believe it's a good thing."

"Do you mind if we find somewhere better to chat?" they asked, although anything more distant from their focus on Nyra was already beginning to blur, the reality of the dream pulling apart at the seams a little. The ruined buildings down the street from them swam like fresh watercolor, distorting and unfocused. "I don't often come to other people's dreams," they admitted, "but I've gotten quite good at controlling my own. My nightmares are different from this, obviously, but I've learned that anything can be escaped from, here. Where would you like to be?"

[lunarcovehq]

BREAKING DAWN - EVENT RECAP

Ooh baby, don't you know I suffer? Ooh baby, can you hear me moan? You caught me under false pretenses, How long before you let me go?

With their eyes jet black, the inflicted had no problem terrorizing their fellow neighbors and ransacking their beloved town. Ralph Middlemas fed from Jonah Rivas until Jonah passed out and needed to be rushed to the hospital. Poppy Reed took her frustrations out on the couples in town, flinging a number of residences around like a rag doll. Meena Raja ended up in Poppy's cross fire and hurt Poppy in return. Meena also broke and entered at a number of places. Amrita Singh was caught on camera enlisting Mason Mahir's help to break into Town Hall to steal the previous Council Meeting's transcript that detailed out the findings from delving into the Resurrected's memories. While, Mason cursed Fae Queen, Aiyla Baysal, with the Seven Deadly Sins curse, trading their own charity to increase Aiyla's greed. Julian Chandler got in a fight with his not-girlfriend Briar Reed. Meanwhile, Briar nearly slaughtered a deer to perform hematomancy, only to end up receiving a number of blood bags that had been taken from one Brielle Rivas. While Bri took out her frustrations on Dilan Selvi, stabbing the pixie back for having stabbed her. Ronnie Bishop nearly killed a man from feeding too much, but thankful fed them her blood before they breathed their last breath. Sébastien De Fortier pulled a knife on Ken Matsui. Arlo Ladrón, Remmington McAllister and Rae Elle Park all got siphon happy. Only for Jasmine St. Claire and Linden Reed to team up to try to hunt down and kill their father.

But, while the chaos of the night was in full swing, Silas Chamberlain had his own slew of plans up his sleeve. While most likely viewed his dark magic spell to be an attack on the town, Silas had performed the spell out of the kindness of his heart. He wanted to show the witches and vampires how great dark magic could be if they only threw away their inhibitions and allowed themselves to reach their full potential. He wanted to show them that he was on their side. So, while the inflicted were having their fun, Silas gave a select few of the Lunar Covians another gift.

Starting with his own daughter, Poppy Reed, Silas created another blood oath that used a desire fulfillment spell to undo the resurrected bond. After the resurrected were brought back from their dead, their lives were tied to the witch who resurrected them with the witch's magic being what kept them alive. Only, this meant that the necromancer who raised the dead held a great deal of power over the resurrecteds. The Catalyst could release their hold on the resurrecteds at any point, ending their lives instantaneously, and, as for his power hungry kid, better known as the Supreme, Poppy would never be able to gain immortality while her life was still tied to Jasmine. So, he figured he'd do them all a favor and break the bonds.

Breaking a resurrected bond is not an easy task and not one that can easily be replicated. It's a complex spell that requires the magic of an entire coven backing you, but when performed correctly, the results would be rather, his in own opinion, impressive. When Silas broke Poppy's resurrected bond, both Poppy and Jasmine St. Claire, the witch who brought her back from the dead, underwent a severe amount of pain as their life forces were yanked unwilling from each other. Similarly, when it came time for Brielle Rivas and Kui James, they both underwent an intense pain that likely affected the Catalyst as much as it did themselves. But, after the bonds were broken, the real fun began. A Resurrected needs magic from an outside source in order to sustain themselves and without the necromancer's magic keeping them alive, they'd have to find it elsewhere. The price the resurrecteds have to now pay for their bonds being broken is as follows-

In the case of Poppy Reed- luckily being the supreme of a coven and part of a coven means that all of the witches magic is already linked. So, while Poppy remains in the coven, her fellow coven member's magic will keep her alive and she'll be able to draw from the magic of coven to perform spells. But, if Poppy was to ever leave the coven, she would need to perform dark magic, constantly drawing magic from an external force, in order to keep herself alive.

In the case of Brielle Rivas- being a vampire means that as long as she regularly siphons magic, she will be able to stay alive.

In the case of Kui James- While most pixies can manipulate and read the emotions of others, only Kui James will need to take them. The consequence of breaking Kui's resurrected bond is that Kui James will now need to regularly steal emotions from others. When Kui takes an emotion from another, the other will no longer feel the emotion they were feeling at that present moment, while Kui will in turn take on the emotion that they were feeling. I.e. If someone was feeling angry and Kui stole that emotion from them, Kui would suddenly become filled with rage, while the person they stole the emotion from will feel a sense of calm or emptiness for a period of time before something makes them feel a sense of happiness, anger etc. again.

Only the resurrecteds who were present at this event had their resurrected bond's broken. Any future resurrecteds will still have their lives tied to the witches who brought them back. For the resurrecteds whose bonds have been broken, their lives are no longer tied to the witches who brought them back and, in turn, they won't be able to sustain their injuries as they would have before. They can get hurt and they can die from injury just as they can die if they don't draw magic from an external source. That all being said, the rest of the traits of being a resurrected still apply to them. They are infertile, they are still unable to be turned into any other species or regenerate and they will still see the dead/anyone in the astral plane at all times.

After breaking the bonds, Silas was more than ready to pack up his things and leave town. He even had a helpful tip he was planning on sharing with everyone in terms of the Catalyst's identity, but before he could leave an uplifting message to the residents, Nico Castillo averted his plans. The alpha cut him off at the town border on his way out and, rather than let Silas leave peacefully, he fought the dark coven leader. Silas left Nico there for dead while Nico managed to get a bite in and, for those of you who know what a bite from an Alpha means, Silas' dark coven is no more. Rae Elle would have felt it from across town. Her coven magic being torn from her against her wishes or control. But, those who didn't feel it would soon learn of what had gone down, for the note Silas was going to leave was replaced by a foreboding message written across the town bulletin using some of Alpha's own blood-

The Catalyst walks among you, but if you think they are the worst of your problems now, think again.

REMINDERS

Above is a recap of what has gone down IC since the spell took affect and with this plot drop, the event is now technically over. That being said, we are well aware that majority of the threads having to do with all of the above are still being written or even just beginning, so please take the next few weeks to write and react to everything that has happened above.

You can continue your event threads for as long as you would like. There is no cut off date for them. We'd just ask that if you are going to write an open starter that it is taking place on New Year's Day rather than on New Year's Eve.

This post also means that we will be accepting new characters starting tomorrow! And will return to our regularly scheduled programming in terms of acceptance.

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