24 Jul 2018, 04:18
One-Past o'Clock
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Location: Outside the Apothecary Shop -> Nondescript Alleyway
Company: Thurston Barclay | A pentad of filthy thieves
Metamorph: Human features
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❝Well of course they would first need to be caught. Sometimes I wonder why it is that I subject myself to the Brobdingnagian maltreatment borne of consociation with other people. Clearly, none of them would ever ascend to the podium upon which I stand. So far above the hoi polloi am I that it was a bootless affair wrought of arrant disenchantment to see one's assay to outreach me. For I am the quintessence of grandeur, a nonesuch, a lusus naturae. I was nonpareil, and the world would soon know it. These men, filthy thieves that they are, had done the one thing that had sealed their fate. Cross me. Had they stolen away with whatever wares they had taken from the contumelious shopkeeper without slighting me in the process, then they would have had nought to worry about. As it was, they had vexed me, and for that retribution would be divine.
With Mr. Barclay not far behind, I turned down the alley that the men had just taken, unaware of the fact that they might have seen me coming and decided to wait in ambush. The moment I pushed through the throng of people and made the turn I was accosted by a spark of blue. Swift reflexes and a keen understanding of the feeble human mind kept me free from harm as I parried with my readied wand, and before anything else could be said or done I aimed and fired a spark of blue in retaliation. This was met by a far less elegant parry on the offender's part. "An execrable eventide to you, gentlemen. Would that we could have confabbed under much more providential circumstances. Alas, my only wish is for the remittance that I am owed." It was a staredown through thinly squinted eyes on my part and annoyed defiance on theirs. I took note of the fact that there were two more where there had before been three. They had friends.
It mattered not, for the day would not end in their favour if they precipitated the situation further. The fool that had fired at me as I entered was the first to speak, his tone confrontational, crabby and confused. "No one understands what the hell you're saying! Talk like a normal person damn you!" My simper was derisive as I peered into the depths of his very soul through his eyes. Sotto voce, but in a chilling tone that was orotund enough to be perceived, I dared. "Convivial colloquy obfuscates the non compos mentis. Terminological inexactitudes are all prototypical scapegraces such as yourselves can offer in cri de cœur. An accost of such enormity adumbrates the toeing of an attenuated periphery and boasts unco pernickety. Yet all is ad rem." I ended with a hubristic shrug of my shoulder and a dainty flash of my hair from my eyes. Needless to say, no one present understood a word of what I had just said, and yet the insults had been eloquent and beautiful in their delivery. The ball was in their court. Pay me what I am owed or suffer the consequences.❞
With Mr. Barclay not far behind, I turned down the alley that the men had just taken, unaware of the fact that they might have seen me coming and decided to wait in ambush. The moment I pushed through the throng of people and made the turn I was accosted by a spark of blue. Swift reflexes and a keen understanding of the feeble human mind kept me free from harm as I parried with my readied wand, and before anything else could be said or done I aimed and fired a spark of blue in retaliation. This was met by a far less elegant parry on the offender's part. "An execrable eventide to you, gentlemen. Would that we could have confabbed under much more providential circumstances. Alas, my only wish is for the remittance that I am owed." It was a staredown through thinly squinted eyes on my part and annoyed defiance on theirs. I took note of the fact that there were two more where there had before been three. They had friends.
It mattered not, for the day would not end in their favour if they precipitated the situation further. The fool that had fired at me as I entered was the first to speak, his tone confrontational, crabby and confused. "No one understands what the hell you're saying! Talk like a normal person damn you!" My simper was derisive as I peered into the depths of his very soul through his eyes. Sotto voce, but in a chilling tone that was orotund enough to be perceived, I dared. "Convivial colloquy obfuscates the non compos mentis. Terminological inexactitudes are all prototypical scapegraces such as yourselves can offer in cri de cœur. An accost of such enormity adumbrates the toeing of an attenuated periphery and boasts unco pernickety. Yet all is ad rem." I ended with a hubristic shrug of my shoulder and a dainty flash of my hair from my eyes. Needless to say, no one present understood a word of what I had just said, and yet the insults had been eloquent and beautiful in their delivery. The ball was in their court. Pay me what I am owed or suffer the consequences.❞
"𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔰 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔪 𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔰"
24 Jul 2018, 14:19
One-Past o'Clock
In front of the Apothecary Shop --> Alley
When they followed those thieves into an alley, Thurston shook his head at the bad attempt of sending a spell into Valtomes’s direction. Thurston watched out, now standing next to the Potioneer, who was easily defeating these idiots without magic and only through confusion. They understood nothing, not that Thurston did, but he probably understood more of these words than they did. He guessed that Valtome would not need his support in putting these thieves into their place. What amused the werewolf though was the last wording, remembering that in theory those thieves didn’t owe the Potioneer anything, as Thurston had paid for the bottles.
Attionless, Thurston stood there, swirling his wand between his fingers. Seemingly bored and not aware of the situation. But his ears soon picked up the sound of footsteps nearing from behind them. What a clod…
He was waiting, continuing to act as if nothing had happened, while he shoot a glance at Valtome. The hint of amusement, that he was not able to hide, shone in his eyes. 3, 2, 1. At zero the young professor turned around, wand outstretched. The tip of his acacia wand was barely touching the other man’s throat. ”I would advise you to budge a finger” he called out, voice bored as he stood there lazy, even mockingly. A satisfied smirk on his lip as the other dropped the wand, admitting defeat without hesitation. ”Are you one of them? Their back up?” He asked, while the other nodded quickly.
”Petrificus Totalus”
Thurston watched as the body stiffened, until the man fell backwards onto the hard ground. Only then Thurston turned around, looking at Valtome. ”Well... Do you think they will need some persuasion to pay you back what they owe?” he asked, tilting his head lightly.
Chase the Stars, Fool
2 Aug 2018, 09:03
One-Past o'Clock
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Location: Nondescript Alleyway
Company: Thurston Barclay | A pentad of filthy thieves
Metamorph: Eyes the size of the eye emoji, Mountain Troll ears, and Porlock shaggy hair and large nose.
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❝"Hmph..." I made the derisive sound when Mr. Barclay cast his spell. I didn't bother to turn and see what all the fuss was about, for elementary deduction concluded the reason to be yet another assailant attempting to sneak up on us. There was that, and the fact that my hearing was keener than their own, more so in the relative quiet that haunted us in this dreary alleyway. The sooner I could leave, the better. It would not do to be caught standing here longer than was necessary. Mr. Barclay's question elicited a gentle sigh from within as I acknowledged the sense behind his words. Men like these would need more of an incentive to turn from their wicked ways, and short of casting spells to toss them about, I felt something more...subtle was in order.
Brushing my lustrous hair away from the left side of my face and tucking it behind my ear, I spared Mr. Barclay a delicate sideways glance through half-closed lids. He would see the change, or the reversion, if one will, as my ruse of assuming human features faded and the attributes of my birth took form. My ears, my angular countenance, the natural, platinum sheen of my hair and eyes, and the restrained smile I wore. If he could see all this from his position behind me, then the men in front were beside themselves. "You are absolutely right, Mr. Barclay. These cretins must learn their place. They are mere men amongst beings that are far greater." Myself, naturally. I was so much more than a simple human, and it wounded me how hidden I tried to keep myself outside of enclosed walls, though it was no longer a practice, for I had perfected the artifice.
I took a step closer to the men as they took a step back. They were hurling questions and general shock in my direction, but they could not take their eyes off me. It was an effect I had on people, that much I knew, and these men were no more abundant in willpower than anyone else. Quickly, with a simple display of my ability intended to bemuse, my eyes grew in size several times larger than the perfect slants they always were. My ears shifted from long and pointy and became round and quite large, comically so in contrast to the rest of my features. The bridge of my nose extended impossibly and my face assumed a grey shade. My perfect hair morphed into a thick, rough mane of pale red that clung to my head on all sides, circumventing the other transformed features so they would remain on display. I made a harsh sound somewhere between a horse's whinnying and a Troll's guttural droning as I ran ahead, amused by their expressions as they dropped their wands and started scrambling over each other in an attempt to flee.
It would have been a laughable affair if my intentions were not so dire. Their backs turned and their retreating forms hollering things along the lines of "monster" and "freak", I made quick work of them with a few flicks of my wand to mimic the spell Mr. Barclay had cast on the first, downing each man in turn as they fell to the ground, paralyzed. When I turned back to face Mr. Barclay from across the alley, he would see nothing more than my natural self as I made the quick shift. "I wish to be rid of this alley and these simpletons. I have spent more time here than I care to prolong. Let us apprise the crotchety old shopkeeper of the current state of affairs and put an end to this farce." I scoffed at the bodies on the ground and walked towards and past Mr. Barclay, stepping out of the alleyway and back into the light. Before I took another step, I turned halfway to look at the man, a whisper of a smile on my lips. "Today was not altogether insufferable. I rather had fun, Mr. Barclay..." I paused. "Thurston..." I quickly walked away before he could comment on my first ever use of his given name. We had gotten what we had come for, and it was time to go.❞
Brushing my lustrous hair away from the left side of my face and tucking it behind my ear, I spared Mr. Barclay a delicate sideways glance through half-closed lids. He would see the change, or the reversion, if one will, as my ruse of assuming human features faded and the attributes of my birth took form. My ears, my angular countenance, the natural, platinum sheen of my hair and eyes, and the restrained smile I wore. If he could see all this from his position behind me, then the men in front were beside themselves. "You are absolutely right, Mr. Barclay. These cretins must learn their place. They are mere men amongst beings that are far greater." Myself, naturally. I was so much more than a simple human, and it wounded me how hidden I tried to keep myself outside of enclosed walls, though it was no longer a practice, for I had perfected the artifice.
I took a step closer to the men as they took a step back. They were hurling questions and general shock in my direction, but they could not take their eyes off me. It was an effect I had on people, that much I knew, and these men were no more abundant in willpower than anyone else. Quickly, with a simple display of my ability intended to bemuse, my eyes grew in size several times larger than the perfect slants they always were. My ears shifted from long and pointy and became round and quite large, comically so in contrast to the rest of my features. The bridge of my nose extended impossibly and my face assumed a grey shade. My perfect hair morphed into a thick, rough mane of pale red that clung to my head on all sides, circumventing the other transformed features so they would remain on display. I made a harsh sound somewhere between a horse's whinnying and a Troll's guttural droning as I ran ahead, amused by their expressions as they dropped their wands and started scrambling over each other in an attempt to flee.
It would have been a laughable affair if my intentions were not so dire. Their backs turned and their retreating forms hollering things along the lines of "monster" and "freak", I made quick work of them with a few flicks of my wand to mimic the spell Mr. Barclay had cast on the first, downing each man in turn as they fell to the ground, paralyzed. When I turned back to face Mr. Barclay from across the alley, he would see nothing more than my natural self as I made the quick shift. "I wish to be rid of this alley and these simpletons. I have spent more time here than I care to prolong. Let us apprise the crotchety old shopkeeper of the current state of affairs and put an end to this farce." I scoffed at the bodies on the ground and walked towards and past Mr. Barclay, stepping out of the alleyway and back into the light. Before I took another step, I turned halfway to look at the man, a whisper of a smile on my lips. "Today was not altogether insufferable. I rather had fun, Mr. Barclay..." I paused. "Thurston..." I quickly walked away before he could comment on my first ever use of his given name. We had gotten what we had come for, and it was time to go.❞
Egress
"𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔰 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔪 𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞 𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔰"