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Post by Prof. Josian Ledwidge Briscoe on Apr 6, 2015 17:28:02 GMT -5
"Did I hear my name being bandied about?" a statuesque reptilian woman said as she popped her head in the doorway to Melkir's office as the blue-skinned water spirit Shalandra made her way inside.
"Josie Wosie! Get in here and give your AlaBear a hug!" Alastair shouted as he ran to the doorway and ushered Dr. Josian Ledwidge Briscoe inside. "You are a sight for sore eyes! And I have someone you have to meet!" Blackwell gushed as he walked Josian over to Craig. "Mr. Craig Dragotti, this is Dr. Josian Ledwidge Briscoe. Craig is residing in Jack Sparrow's house in San Francisco, Josie."
"A pleasure, sir," Josian said as she bowed her head to Dragotti. Her hands were covered in purple opera gloves, and the purple color was carried on in the rest of her Victorian attire.
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Post by Shalandra on Apr 6, 2015 17:42:41 GMT -5
"Please forgive my tardiness," Shalandra said as she first bowed to Melkir and then turned to the group near Blackwell. "I had to speak with Severus Snape," she said as she looked back toward Melkir. "He was...a bit perturbed about the arrangement his school's owners made with the X-Men. He plans to speak to you at your earliest convenience about the matter."
"Not this again," Melkir growled as he walked to his desk and back again. "I'll seek him out later. Between him and Aro, I want to take a very extended holiday!"
Shalandra nodded to Melkir and then smiled as she looked at Mr. Dragotti and Mrs. Brown. "My name is Shalandra, and I am a water sprite from the Holy Isle of Avalon. I work as a guide and interpreter here at the Mystic Council, and I would be pleased to take you on a tour of our facilities when you are ready."
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Apr 7, 2015 6:29:19 GMT -5
Mr. Dragotti gasped and stepped back after he saw a reptilian woman. ''Forgive me for my sudden reaction. I didn't see you until now,'' he said to her. He also saw Shalandra. His eyes widened at the sight of Dr. Josian's attire. Her outfit looked quite fancy along with the color.
Mr. Dragotti noticed Shalandra another time. ''So you're Shalandra,'' he muttered under his breath. He began to nod at her.
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Post by Shalandra on Apr 7, 2015 17:53:54 GMT -5
"Yes, I am," Shalandra said with a sigh as she realized Alastair Blackwell was still holding a grudge over that party a few years ago. "Mr. Blackwell, were you telling tales out of school again? That party is truly ancient history at this point!"
"There is no need to apologize, sir," Dr. Ledwidge Briscoe said as she nodded to Mr. Dragotti. "And Alastair has every reason to be ticked at you, Shalandra. You scared off so many people that night with your silly rules and stuffy behavior."
"Those were the rules set forth by Melkir's predecessor. I did not make them. Nor did I invite that dragon to come in and eat not only the food but some of the party goers!" Shalandra said as she tried to remain as calm as she could. "Where would you like to start your tour, Mr. Dragotti?"
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Apr 8, 2015 6:30:02 GMT -5
Mr. Dragotti began to shrug. ''I just hear Blackwell's tales,'' he muttered. He faced Shalandra before a sheepish expression formed on his face. He glanced at the floor every now and then. ''I'm still hungry, Shalandra. Sorry about that! I'll start wherever the others wish to begin at. Food is the only thing on my mind now.''
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Post by Shalandra on Apr 10, 2015 17:44:29 GMT -5
"Then food is where we will start," Shalandra said as she looked at Mr. Dragotti. She had no clue about those she was to take on the tour other than they were friends of Jack Sparrow and Alastair Blackwell, but they seemed pleasant enough. "The fizzy cake! Make sure they get the fizzy cake!" Alastair said with a huge grin as Shalandra stared back at him. "Josie, why don't you go with them and make sure they have fun, for your AlaBear?" "You are still using that name?" Shalandra asked as Blackwell nodded his head. "Very well. Please, follow me," she said as she started to head for the doorway. "And yes, please join us, professor." "Mr. Dragotti, this is so exciting," Mrs. Brown said as she looked up overhead and noticed something in the beams above them. "Uhm, except for that! What is that?" It was a small, two legged creature covered in scales with odd looking wings. "Oh, don't eat me!" "That is my pet wyvern, Cicero," Shalandra said as she whistled to the green and blue-hued creature. "I can send him off to the bestiary if he scares you. He's a baby, so he should not cause too much trouble." "Don't let him eat all the fizzy cake!" Blackwell spouted as Shalandra shook her finger at him. OOC: Click here for info on wyverns |
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Apr 11, 2015 10:48:15 GMT -5
''Fizzy cake it is,'' Mr. Dragotti said as he grinned at Alastair. His sweet tooth never quite disappeared. He turned to Mrs. Brown while his grin remained. ''This is almost better than the opera.''
Craig paused until his eyes widened at the sight of a small, winged creature. ''Pet wyvern?'' he muttered. His sense of dread passed due to the fact that the wyvern was still a baby. ''Hopefully the wyvern won't eat all of the fizzy cake.'' |
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Post by Shalandra on May 10, 2015 17:38:59 GMT -5
"Cicero detests the fizzy cake, so there will be plenty for everyone else," Shalandra said as the wyvern flew overhead among the rafters. "He will eat things like small rodents, and he is fond of bell peppers and strawberries. He will not, I repeat not, eat people."
"That's good to hear!" Mrs. Brown said as the group started to exit the chamber. "Thank you again, your excellency," she said to Melkir as she half bowed to the mystic. "He's sort of like royalty, I guess," she said to Mr. Dragotti.
"I'll meet up with you all later," Jack said as he waved to Craig and Mrs. Brown. "Enjoy your fizzy cake."
Shalandra rolled her eyes as she saw Blackwell blow a kiss to his friend Dr. Ledwidge Briscoe. "I forget you two act like high school sweethearts, doctor. Everyone, please follow me. Once we leave the chamber, we will follow the corridor to your left and head for the commissary."
Cicero flew out the door ahead of the group and headed toward the dining area as well.
TBC Mr. Dragotti, Mrs. Brown, Shalandra w/Cicero and Dr. Ledwidge Briscoe to a new post
TBC everyone else here
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Post by Craig Dragotti on May 10, 2015 17:56:01 GMT -5
''That's good about Cicero detesting the fizzy cake. A strawberry eating wyvern?'' Craig continued to grin as he shook his head in disbelief. He turned to Mrs. Brown for a few moments. ''Melkir does seem like he could be royal.'' He went out into the dining area.
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Post by Blackwell on Aug 8, 2015 18:19:47 GMT -5
~~~Several minutes after the tour group left~~~
Alastair had parked himself in the corner and was rolling his eyes and moving his hand like a mouth as he listened to Melkir drone on about mutant and mystic relations, problems with the non-powered human community, the amount owed by the pirates to various mystics around the world and the lack of decent donuts in the commissary.
"Donuts?" Blackwell asked as he switched to drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. "Why in the world are you worried about donuts? You can stroll to the pastry shop down the block and get all the donuts you can eat! And get enough to feed all of us, too!"
"Will you just get on with it, you demented wizard!" Jack Sparrow snapped as he sat with Mira and rolled his eyes. "We really don't have time for all this, this, blathering. Mira and I have things to do, and I'm sure that tour can't go on forever!"
"Jackie, please, let Melkir finish his rant on donuts," Alastair said with a goofy grin, but his smile soon faded as a rumbling could be heard in the floors above them. "What the what?"
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 8, 2015 18:53:05 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mira, and his eyes grew very wide as he heard the rumbling above the Council Chamber. "I take it that is not usual for this place. Mira, perhaps we need to collect Mrs. Brown and Craig and get out of here before something goes dreadfully wrong? I really do not want to end up a foot soldier in some Mystic Council donnybrook. Bad enough I need to do this sort of thing for the Brethren Court."
"Will you all please stay quiet!" Melkir snapped as he tried to listen to what was going on above them. The rumbling grew louder, and dust and chips of paint and gold leaf started to shower down on the group. "Everyone get out of here before the damned roof caves in on you!"
Jack grabbed Mira's hand and started to run toward the golden double doors. "Edward, I suggest you follow us out of here!" the pirate shouted as a chunk of the ceiling that was made of stained glass crashed to the floor in front of the group, and several Purifiers rappelled into the room.
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Post by The Purifiers on Aug 26, 2015 17:34:12 GMT -5
The Purifiers had been tipped off that the accursed Mystic Council was having their bi-annual meeting soon, and a few well-placed bugs had given them enough intel to locate this hive of demonic activity.
"Brothers and sisters, we have come to reclaim this ground for God and cleanse it of all the heathen influences that dwell in it now!" the captain of this squad yelled as he and his group slid down ropes into the chamber below. Others swooped down on wings made of adamantium and vibranium and flew into other parts of the complex.
"Brother Swanson! Cleanse this place!" the captain shouted as flame throwers were lit and the room filled with the glow of what the Purifiers called The Pillar of Fire.
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Post by Dorcha on Sept 11, 2015 17:25:54 GMT -5
Mira stopped running with Jack as she looked back at the Purifiers. "Jack I will not run from these fools anymore. I am tired of this and if it's their choice then they will meet the consequences."She said as she put a shield behind Jack and the others as she faced the purifiers. Her body surrounded in Green flame.
"You want to face me? Here I am!"
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Sept 14, 2015 18:03:30 GMT -5
"No," was all that Jack could whisper as he saw Mira rush to fend off these maniacs herself. He was not going to let anything happen to her. He had lost too many people in his life already, and he was not going to add to the tally today. "Edward! I need your help!"
The scruffy pirate dug into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a stone. It was covered in runes and dried blood. He could not make much use of it, but the young alchemist could.
"I know you know what this is, boyo," Jack said quickly as he shoved it into Edward's hands. "You are Branan MacFeorais' boy, and Kari's nephew. You will live up to your name, and I am helping you do that. Now, get me through that barrier."
Edward grasped the stone and said an incantation that moved Jack next to Mira. The pirate pulled his cutlass and gave a rakish smile to his love. "You will not do this alone. I forget how much your clan brings out the best in old sods like me."
"Look out!" Melkir yelled as the fire started to engulf the room. "None of you eat fire, do you?" he asked as the Purifiers moved forward a few feet, only to stop and look at Mira and her green energy wall. Then they backed up ever so slightly before one of the Choir, the winged assassins of their lot, flew in and drove straight for Dorcha.
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