Harkam had stood before his basement stairway, his face very dull looking by what the angel had said, as if there was no reaction. "Have I seen you before around town? And you say that with a smile?" the halfling questioned. He wasn't very interested in the being standing in his house. "By the way, if you would believe that a dragon enhancer corrupts a dragon or at least a dragon halfling. Well, you might as well be wrong. I've been experimenting on them myself to find something in them. No I haven't used them on myself, I'm looking for a specific ingredient" Harkam explained, "So let me say that I have been ordering these from the military for the past few weeks now as well and my mother has been helping me. She was the one able to get them anyways with her military background. And they are put away for safe keeping from the likes of people who like to break into our house!" At the end of Harkam's sentence he sucked in a mass of air and blew out some fire to get the angel to flee.
People who snooped in his home were not invited guests. They were more like flies that needed to be roasted alive. Soon his mother would be home and he would have to help clean up this mess with her. It would be quite annoying to have to do, but it has been done before. He was witing for the right moment as well to pull his wings out of his body, and whip the angel with them. Being beat by his wings could leave burns from the folds of his skin, bruises from his bones or cuts and punctures from the tips of the bones. The claws he had on them were quite useful for hooking into prey as well, that or snapping someone's neck if he ever needed to hook around someones throat. Though Harkam couldn't pull them out yet, and changing into a dragon could only be done once more. For the rest of the week possibly, that and he didn't want to have to tear the house apart. So he breathed a controlled amount of fire instead.
Jason looked at him and wondered if he was going to tell him that he didn't belong in his house and he wanted to kill him. " Well, I do go to the same school as you," he said to the boy as he wasn't about to offer much more to the inquiring dragon, since he had been trying to find the enhancers but was failing miserably too.He had never directly said that simply owning a drug was bad enough, he was saying the act of injecting it was bad, but as always, his words were being twisted and used against him. Sometimes being an angel who told the truth angered people and he went on a rant where he mentioned that his mother worked for the military and that the enhancers were safe and that was all he needed to hear to be quite honest. He saw that the dragon seemed to be inhaling air and he had a feeling he knew where this was going and he hated how he was having to defend himself all the damn time too. He groaned as he put up his shield that would block out the fire and keep him safe for now.
He understood that things would often get out of control. This was not the first time he had been attacked after he had a conversation with the supernatural. There was the time he had a conversation with a demon and wound up fighting the man in hell and nearly died and had to be extracted by his grandfather to not die. There was also the encounter with the life warlock who tried to suck him dry and make him mortal. So, perhaps his track record should have been enough to realize that he should have knocked on the door and talked to him like that, or perhaps he would have made things worked. " You are so not on my Christmas card list," he said, making the worldest worst battle cry. He didn't want to die, but he also wouldn't say much more to keep them. " I will leave if that is what you want, don't make me a fried angel," he said, taking a deeper breath and wondered what else there was to say too. He bit down on his lip.
@Neobach
Gwen continued to smile, all the while one of her hands were placed beneath the counter, resting on 1800s French dagger, just in case the youth had any ill intentions. Upon hearing his answer the old woman's grey browns rose, "Oh you poor thing. I can't imagine living like that, sounds like quite the hassle. As for the pay," the Gwenifred began to wrack her brain, she could just lie and have the blond youth pay her more than its worth, but Gwen was an honest business woman. She wouldn't like nasty rumors spread around about her shop, true or not. "Five dollars cash. Lucky you were given the cheap brand, and not the fine wine of rich-mans's blood. Not that hard to get the blood of the poor. Homelessness and poor folk are in no shortage in most places. Not to mention easier to get." there was a darkness in the last bit of her sentence, no one would miss a bum on the street, but many would become suspicious if a governor, celebrity or doctor were to sudden turn up dead, drained of blood. Gwen didn't take joy in killing for ingredients, she'd pay other folks to do the dirty work for her or simply buy it off the black market. Dull, old eyes scanned over the youth's appearance, blond spiked hair, unusual colored eyes, the gods blessed him with height that's for sure and and some sort of claw hanging around his neck. She was thinking, forming an idea. The youth, a vampire, a young vampire, but one none the less. She's come across a few in her life time, all strong and quick, even the younger ones were more powerful than the average human. If she's lucky, this one could provide what she needs. After her study, the hag would tilt her head slightly, "Why deary you've never given me you're name, not sure if you've heard mine the first time, considering just few moments ago you looked like you wanted to eat me." she gave melodious laugh, "I am Lady Blackfeather, but some call me Granny or Grandma. And what dot they call you, handsome young man?"
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Pan's eyes gave squint, at first he thought his mind was playing games, but no, the man was becoming younger now looking that of youth in his late teens. The rat gave sniff, this man, this warlock, as he refers to himself, had some odd scent about him. One that he could only describe as magic, similar to Gwen's scent, but he carried a unique smell of his own. He's seen Gwenifred transform into an old woman plenty of times before, but Connor's magic felt different, he went from looking thirty to near twenty years younger. "I ain't young and you still look like a gramps, gramps." if rat's could grin, Pan's would reach from ear to ear. "And if you're a warlock, then you sure all levels of hades an old coot, have yet to meet witch or warlock younger than fifty." he continued his teasing, "Gotta feeling you might be too old for that lady of there. But Gwenny might take an interest to ya, since she's an old lady herself." Pan couldn't help but laugh before rubbing his face again, "What where you and this lady up to anyways? She doesn't look all too happy. What cha do to her, gramps?" he pointed his twitching nose to the woman in the room.
Gregory noticed that she was smiling at him, a very friendly gesture, but there was a certain edge that the woman was doing. A part of him noticed that her hands were not shown and that made him very nervous indeed too. " Well, it was, I didn't realize that my age was going to stagnant for that matter change at all. I thought I was trapped at six years old for the rest of my life. I do know that vampires have diffculty breeding, but not knowing if I will ever be old than six was agonizing to deal with or to bear either," he said, as he looked at him. Gregory didn't have a money issue and could probably pay for the rich man's blood and had been fine to be quite honest. His guardian ran a special place in town, so he could be fine either way too. He wondered if she was regarding the fact that he came into the store thirsty too. He knew that it was easy to get rid of a bum, but his guardian informed that the network was much more important too as he looked at her. He placed five dollars on the table and he wondered what she was doing. There was a sort of look that seemed to tell him that she wanted him to do. He looked at her and wondered if it was his hair or perhaps his eyes that seemed to give him away. He had gotten taller than most recently too. Ge looked at her and wondered what there was that made him stand out too. He was amongst the younger vampires who had even hit a triple digit too. He looked at her and but down on his lip. He remembered what Gabriel had always told him when he was ever asked his age by anyone who he didn't trust. Only offer a half truth and hope that they don't call you out on it. Her name was Lady Blackfeather or Grandma, but something felt off, but he couldn't place him. If he was better as a necromancer or even as a vampire, he have realized that she had a younger scent under the older one. " My name is Gregory Clark, vampire, sired by my father Gabriel after a particualry dark point in my younger life," he said to her too.
Connor looked at him for a brief moment and he looked wondered if he noticed that he was getting younger and that scent was special. He was one of three life warlocks that he knew, the other two were dead and were his mother and son who had not survived as he was scared not to die. He looked at the room and wondered if people realized that life magic was starting to become harder to learn as the few masters of it were dying. " Well, perhaps, you need an eye adjustment," he said, as his powers were flawless that even his scent had changed. The amount of young warlocks and witches had been dwindling as he put it. There was a few witches at this school, but she was an insane girl who did not deserve to be mentioned in his mind. He wasn't going to correct him when he said that he was too old for this lady too and he looked at the ground. " Gwenny, would that be your master, familiar?" He asked, as he looked at the rat. " Well to answer your question, I simply drop a year of two from her later life and she should be fine," he said, as he looked at the rat and over at the girl who was still unconcious for the time being too it seemed.
@Sir Binkleton the 3rd
Misery kept checking on the phone, sort of ignoring the world around her. That is, until she heard others in the dorms. She looked up from her cellphone to see that there were other students inside, most looking worried while some looked excited. She frown at the excited look on their faces. Really? This is no laughing matter. It's like being excited after she's set someone's hair on fire, which she thankfully kicked the habit of.
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Amaryllis didn't know what was going on. She was scared, and she wanted her grandfather as soon as possible. She looked around to see that some people were already using their phones to call their families. She never got a cellphone, her grandfather seeing it as unnecessary. It would make contacting him a bit easier than their preferred method, praying. Melchior Noura? Grandfather? Please come and get me, there was an explosion near the school and I'm scared... She had her hands clasped together and knelt down in prayer, too into her prayer to hear the snickerings of some students. She felt a wave of calmness cross over her and she relaxed. He heard, and he was going to get her.
Dorothy looked at her and wondered how come the students were all calling their parents. The school had some failsafes in it to make sure that nobody on the outside could enter if they intended to make to harm. She bit down on her lower lip and wondered what she could do to ease the students nerves. Some of them were excited while others were worried and she understood the range of emotions too. She helped that things would calm down.
A certain clicking was heard as a TV went on, which was weird in its own right. On the television was a blurred figure, a simple outline and he spoke out to the students. '
It seems that all of you has seen my first trick for this city, my first little bit of chaos, that explosion of the harbor and that was the only trick for today. Of course, this won't be my only trick for this city, far from it. If any of you are curious to him, I am...well, you can call me Crypt, I personally find this battle between heroes and villains to be the best when it is out of control. So, for my trick, a good friend of mine will allow you to get up and close with the past, but how do you ask? Well, that is a secret you will need to find out yourself,"he said.
@chaosheart13
Harbor
Raveen locates where the enhancer were and saw a Cerin drop two Raveen changes a arm into a chainsaw and jumps at h swinging for his head.
Riken sees two people fighting over gold and decides to join in by turning the ground below Living Lighting and Twiggy into a bomb.
Cerin blocked out the attack and he looked at Raveen." There are sevnteen on the ground, yours is the far left one too," he said, as he looked at the ground.
Twiggy groaned as he hated that he now has the disadvantage. " Just take the damn gold, we are fighting over something else," he said.
@LoveandHate91
Stashing her suitcase and backpack in a hidden spot, Alice looked around once more too check if anyone was watching. Seeing that the ghost was clear. She changed into her Glitch uniform and then removed her eye patch. Both of her eyes started glowing red and her left eye's pupil turned into the archer symbol. A surge of energy flowed through her body, making her feel lighter than air. A bow spawned in her left hand completing the job change.
"Job Change Complete"
She sprinted to the harbor and saw a battlefield. Twiggy was fighting the Living lightning next to the sinking ship. This was nearly perfect all she needed was midnight to arrive and things would be perfect. 2 million in the bag and no more school. Looking down at the enhancers, another thought entered her head. If she could snatch a few of those she was sure she could make a pretty penny, especially since Cerin did not seem interested in all but two of them.
Running down to the harbor, she stopped and picked up one of the enhancers that rolled away from the super villain. Then she turned to him wondering if he was going to retaliate. She gripped her bow tightly ready for an attack but she did not say anything, choosing to remain quiet.
Meanwhile, there was a certain alert going off in a computer in a mansion that seemed to be informing someone of the chaos that was taking place at the harbor. It watched the chaos and offered a grin, as it had little bots watching everything. There was of course, one that seemed to glitch as it would seem, but he couldn't do anything about that since it was out of control. He groaned and took a deep breath too. He needed to keep his cool, everything always worked.
All in due time, due time, the voice thought.
Back at the harbor, the enhancers were being moved. Some were being pushed forward and closer to everyone, while one of them was practically rolling into the ocean, barely missing it by a foot. Robert wasn't sure what was happening, but chaos was happening. It seemed that there was a certain air that was happening, there was a new person arriving on the scene too. It seemed that they had a certain maturity and were slowly descending, it couldn't be him.
At the Academy was a boiling room and standing in it was someone with a bomb. They managed to wire it in such a way that it would take a good amount to detonate itself or to be more precise, it had a counter of 7 days and 0 hours. The person setting it up pressed the button on. ' It is done,' someone said into a watch.
@Unyielding @Autumn
