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Blaise Harmon


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Date: Sep 3, 2007
An Adventure at Thirteen Moons
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(I am putting this here even though the main scene takes place at Thirteen Moons, but no one had posted at the Cauldron yet lol so I thought I would just go for it.)

-The bar at the Bronze Cauldron was a place one could sit and be ignored. Which at the moment was exactly what she wanted. For no one to bother her and no one to ask her any questions. Her hand shook slightly as she lifted her drink, a few drops slopping out onto the bartop. She was still just a bit worked up over everything, and more than ever convinced of two things. The first being that there was something very very off about the city of Salem and the second being that she had made a good decision in coming here. Perhaps this odd city had something to do with Thea and the other witches disappearances, time would tell.-

"I'll have another, and make it a double."

-The blonde behind the bar was adorable and sweet, but Blaise couldn't quite muster a smile. A hand brushed back through her hair and near the back of her head she felt something sticky and matted in all that shiny black hair of hers. Lifting her fingers to the light she saw that red shimmering liquid there. She must have hit her head when she fell. But how did she fall........................-

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-The night air whispered against her skin as she moved towards the door to Thirteen Moons. The store had been closed up for awhile, and since the full moon was gone she suspected that Sera would be staying with Adam and the lions. It was for the best really because she was fairly certain Sera wouldn't want to be there for this. The wooden heels of her little red slides clacked lightly against the concrete, the bag she carried bumping lightly against her side as she moved. Now what you might ask could she possibly be bringing into a witches store for a ceremony. Well, magic was a personal thing and while she could easily borrow herbs and other things from the stock at the store, she preferred to use her own ceremonial dagger and chrystals.

-The key she had for work was tugged from the bottom of the bag and she was quiet as she opened the door and was rewarded with the gentle tinkling of bells above the door. Breathing in the scent of the air she felt her heart immediately lighten. It smelled like great Grans shop in Las Vegas, and that more than anywhere else in the world was home to her. Once inside and locked up she slipped out of her cloak and left it to rest over the front counter. Beneath that she wore a simple black shift without a hint of her usual Rockabilly flair. Shoes were slipped off beside the counter so that she could go barefoot into the backroom. The sides of the shift were split nearly to her hips, showing a long smooth line of leg to either side. The only break in that milky flesh was where a ceremonial garter made of leather strapped her left thigh, seven silver buckles were placed around it. The shift had no sleeves and on the middle bicep of her right arm was a thick silver arm cuff, glinting in the light with the Harmons symbol worked into it. At last from the bag she removed a black velvet jewelry box, opening it with quick fingers and within looking lovely against the black velvet was a silver diadem. Lifting it she placed it on her head, the turned up horns of the moon rested cool against her forehead.

-These were items of power that had been in her family since before the founding of these American settlements. They breathed with a power all their own and sent static electric charges through her body, alighting her own inate gifts and making her feel the night around her in a way most people could not. Moving towards the back room she breathed in the stillness and not for the first time worried about doing this sort of thing alone. She really should have a coven behind her for such ritualistic magic, but in her time so far in Salem she had found no others of her kind. Though she prayed for them, every day. Prayed for others of her kind to come and help with her cause.

-Earlier that day she had set the room up, laying candles and incense around that bloody pentagram in the center of the room where the mysterious object lay covered by a black cloth. Now she went about lighting them and saying her prayers to the elements. The power in the room was so thick it could have been cut with a spoon. The great tempest of her own magick competeing with what was in the rooms center and the inky dark light that seemed to eminate from there.

-Kneeling beside the alter she had set up she worked the rituals of a purification spell and then sat in mediatation, awaiting the feel of the Goddess. When that creeping slow sensation began to melt the tension from her body she finally leaned forward, lips moving in a prayer to her Gods of Protection as fingers pinched the black cloth and pulled it back. There in the center of the room sat a chrystal skull the size of a real humans head. Her thick lips pursed in an O of surprise. But then something unexpected happened, something so totally uncalled for that she couldn't have predicted it. From within the skull some power crept forward seeking the light and she was transfixed, watching the multi faceted surface as that darkness rose quickly and then BAM! The skull exploded outward, shards spraying over her and her hands lifted to cover her face, her arms cut in places as that power seemed to shove her away in anger. Her head hit the wall and then...darkness swallowed her.-




-- Edited by Blaise Harmon at 11:42, 2007-09-03

-- Edited by Blaise Harmon at 11:47, 2007-09-03

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Carmelita


Karma Rat

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Date: Sep 3, 2007
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Karma had forgotten her bag and the herbs she had promised Beaver she would get. Fishing in the pockets of her light weight military jacket for the keys she could feel something wasn't right..But the lingering scent of Blaise made her shrug it off at first..
 "Ah ha! Found you."
She would say as she pulled the key out. The second the door was open she felt the need to run. Something was not right here.The smell of blood is what caught her attention first...Somewhere in the shop she could here the witchy woman..So once more she would brush it off...The woman must of been doing something for a customer. And that's when it happen.
 BAM!
 "What the...."
Better senses told her she should leave and call Sera...But something in her made her want to check it out. Sniffing some she would find Blaise cut up and knocked out on the floor.
 "Oh god, oh god. Miss Harmon...Miss Harmon. It's Karma...Wake up.."
Pulling out her cell phone she would call Tommy...No no Carma...He's playing out in the square...Frowning some she would dial Sera instead...She would know.
"Ssserr...Sera...Miss Harmon...Something ha...Happened..Please come quick."


-- Edited by Carmelita at 13:35, 2007-09-03

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Sera


Pet Psychic

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Date: Sep 3, 2007
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"Well I heard there was a secret chord .... That David played, and it pleased the Lord.... But you don't really care for music, do ya?... Well it goes like this.... The fourth, the fifth .... The minor fall and the major lift..... The baffled king composing Hallelujah..."

-The sounds of Jeff Buckley's voice filled her ears. She sat marking things in a ledger in the small room above the shop of Thirteen Moons. Sera hadn't officially moved into the cabin, because it wasn't fully finished. When it was she'd stay there half the time. Bond with the tigers like they needed. Adam had told her about the disappearances of the others, and what Deacon and Colin had gone through, his theories and his thoughts on the issue. It fueled her fire to want to be better for the horde. The shop was quiet, and when Blaise came in, going to the back room, Sera was none the wiser. The headphones prevented anything near a cosmic explosion to come through.

As misfortune would have it, an explosion did happen. The shop didn't quake, or shiver and shake. But it lurched Sera from her bed, knocking the small plugs from her ears. Followed soon was the ringing of her cell phone. Carmelita's call went unanswered. Not because Sera didn't want to pick up the phone. It was only because she was scrambling to get up and race down the stairs. Petite form was no track star, but she bolted down those steps in a speed that would have made a lycanthrope proud.

"Karma!"


Looking into the red heads shocked scared, eyes the other person that had the key came to mind. Blaise. Blaise!


"BLAISE!!"


The scream ripped from her throat moving past Carmelita.


"Karma help me get her upstairs."


Between them, actually Karma could have done it on her own being a shifter and all, they carried Blaise to the upstairs loft room. Sera had asked if she could cleanse the room, and now she was bleeding, unconscious and lord knew what else.


The power whispered, slithered and caressed. It threw Blaise out, pushed her and cut her up. Sera wasn't a witch, she was a Master of Beasts. Though truthfully she was far to shy to be anyone's real master. LeiLani had a slight gift like Sera's, or something that mirrored it. She spoke to that black cat all the time, Salem, and had asked once to help strengthen that gift. LeiLani and Sera were different as night and day. Though shared things. Lani had been the Radha of the Tigers, and now Sera was. There had been no true Khan since Kenzo left, now there was after Sera arrived. The Shop had been LeiLani's, and Sera now owned it, after falling into it.


Fingers brushed at the black hair on Blaise's face. "I am so sorry Blaise." It was whispered, before she could help lift Blaise up and to the upstairs room.


The power still whispered. Sera could hear it, like a song. Whispering, singing a siren's melody. Lower lip was gripped. Once Blaise was safe upstairs, Sera rushed down to get some healing herbs to burn and let Blaise take in the scent of them. All the while in the back of her mind, she knew the door of the backroom was open. After burning the herbs and asking if Karma could stay there a little longer to watch Blaise, Sera rushed downstairs to go shut the door.


She felt the pressure, felt it spin and rise and fall and dance around her. Felt it call, searching for a body, a host. It did not want to be shut out, shut away and banished. Sera felt bad to do it, felt almost remorse to shut it out. It was something alive, something that lived. Magicks were wild and living. If not careful could be dangerous, like this one. There was objects in the room underneath the glass, things that didn't belong there. Sera didn't remember them being there from the first time in the room with Blaise. She wanted to gather them and take them to their rightful owner. Marcus' written words came back to her like a talisman, a protecting line of passage of sorts. 'DO NOT open the back room without a competent magic practitioner of some nature there to assist you.' The only powerful one was Blaise and she was knocked out upstairs. So she shook her head, stopping from touching the step that lead into that room. Just turned around and locked the doors.
 
"I promise you'll be out soon.... please don't be mad..."
 
She whispered to the power, hoping it understood. Hoping next time Blaise tried, she had more people. That it would allow it to be clean, to wash away all the negative and sadness she some how felt for this... this wild magick.-



-- Edited by Sera at 00:34, 2007-09-04

-- Edited by Ariadne on Wednesday 25th of March 2009 11:55:08 PM

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