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- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Online Availability
- Evenings, Pacific Time
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Modern, Horror, Magical... pretty flexible.
Most of the time, the Accords are kept.
It's simply more convenient, causes less stress for all involved, and most importantly, it doesn't trigger reprisals from those who enforce them.
This isn't most of the time.
This is Rashid Al-Manun. An Ifrit. He was visiting the USA on vacation, meeting with his cousin, Aaliyah the Janni.
The Ifrits are in a class of infernal Jinn noted for their strength and cunning. And propensity for using fire. Lots of it. And of course, being immune to its effects.
So, one can imagine certain questions would be raised if an Ifrit's body was discovered in an abandoned chemical plant in New Jersey, burned to death, and apparently drained of any trace of magic on his corpse.
So far, those who enforce the accords haven't been informed of the death and the circumstances.
And that's why the following happens...
A Janni walks up to the door of a particular office, of a man who claims expertise in researching the paranormal.
"Lucifer Anghelscu?" She asks, as she peeks her head into the converted chapel, still in the doorway. "Might I have a few moments of your time?"
It's simply more convenient, causes less stress for all involved, and most importantly, it doesn't trigger reprisals from those who enforce them.
This isn't most of the time.
This is Rashid Al-Manun. An Ifrit. He was visiting the USA on vacation, meeting with his cousin, Aaliyah the Janni.
The Ifrits are in a class of infernal Jinn noted for their strength and cunning. And propensity for using fire. Lots of it. And of course, being immune to its effects.
So, one can imagine certain questions would be raised if an Ifrit's body was discovered in an abandoned chemical plant in New Jersey, burned to death, and apparently drained of any trace of magic on his corpse.
So far, those who enforce the accords haven't been informed of the death and the circumstances.
And that's why the following happens...
A Janni walks up to the door of a particular office, of a man who claims expertise in researching the paranormal.
"Lucifer Anghelscu?" She asks, as she peeks her head into the converted chapel, still in the doorway. "Might I have a few moments of your time?"