Vixen Athena :: Testing thread

[Vixen Athena]

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𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝓸𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝓮𝓋er 𝒹𝒾𝓮, 𝓎𝓸𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎s 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝓮

[Vixen Athena]

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ஐ xxx “But I don’t want to get out of bed.” A soft voice echoed from the general direction of where the bed was before the heap of covers began rolling around. A red haired teen poked her face out of the massive coverage with puppy dog eyes and a trembling lip. Normally she was a morning person, up and about before even the sun but she had her off days and this was definitely one of them. Maybe if her grandmother still lived in Europe then she could use the jet lag excuse for a couple more days, but with North Carolina and Florida being in the same time zone…that excuse was not going to work. “Come on cupcake, we still have to go and get you things for this school year.” Her father chirped as he neared his daughter who was still cocooned on her bed. Seeing that he was making his way to her the teen snuck back into the covers and rolled around in an attempt to retwist herself. Moments later she could feel the bed sink at the new weight. The covers shook violently with her for a moment before they went still not a moment later her father was laughing, which caused her to laugh herself.

ஐ xxx The two of them had a pretty close bond, closer than the girl and her mother but it wasn’t always like that. Back in the day when she still lived amongst all the rumor and tales as a child her mother was always the hero to save her from her father who played as a villain every time. Sadly those carefree and imaginative days were long gone and out of the two of them her father was more patient and openly understanding about her situation, while her mother would do little more than just acknowledge her presence. It was a sad reality the female learned the moment she arrived back in Sparta, but it was something she quickly learned to adapt to. So much so that she has been coming up with a scheme to accidentally have her mother come across some of the hundreds of stories she had written about the very beings she said she had given up on. Her creative writer teaching back in Florida admitted to looking forward to due dates so she could read the latest tale of “Annabelle Lee, Arianna or Joyce.” Those binders full of papers that were much of her baggage were said stories and were the only things that really reminded her of home. A lot of the plots and characters came from the very ‘adventures’ she had, and could remember, as a child.

ஐ xxx “Come on cupcake, the sooner we get there the sooner we get it over with.” The red head bit her lip from her hiding spot before sneaking her head back out once more and turning to her father. The elder smiled but expressed his confusion with an arched brow, “We aren’t going to find anything. Everyone waits last minute to buy stuff. And the last time me and nana went shopping last minute a fight broke out over the last set of paper, it was horrible!” She didn’t mind the fact that she would more than likely run into the whole town during their visit, people didn’t bother her in fact if anything she was hoping that maybe she would run into some people she knew as a kid. Said people whose names she could vaguely remember, but then again she had always been more of person who remembered faces and events than names. A smile swept over her father’s features before he stood and made his way to the door, “Just get yourself out of that little cocoon of yours and let me do all the worrying.”waiting for forum to open

ஐ xxx It didn’t take her long to get ready, she wasn’t one of those girls who sat in the bathroom for hours to get their makeup on just right or go through their whole wardrobe to pick out what they were going to wear for that one day. In fact the first time Mel had stayed the night over at her friend Stacey’s house she had been picked on for not putting more time into making herself beautiful, which she replied with a ‘What does that mean?!’ Only to cause the group of girls to chuckle and continue on their charade. Stacey wasn’t exactly the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, so Mel found out pretty early on when she stood up for the girl in class, but she had been raised to accept people for who they were even if they could not you. It was an odd way to be brought up, compared to the dog-eat-dog world of Florida but it was something that made her very well liked back at that school. Sighing as she brushed one final time through her red locks the sixteen year old couldn’t help but feel a little home sick.

ஐ xxx When she looked up in the mirror for the final outlook of her twenty minute make-over she smiled at the results. Her hair was unnaturally straight and thick for anyone her ethnicity it was one of the many things that Stacey was jealous about. (Or so she was told by her other friends.) Her doe brown eyes twinkled in the light matching the smile that her lips covered in Chap Stick held. Her lashes naturally long needed a quick brush with an empty and cleaned out mascara brush and her skin was blemish free, something a lot of teens had grown envious of while her time in Florida. As for clothing she had on a lavender and grey short sleeved shirt, blue skinny jeans (something she didn’t like but seemed to have a lot of) with zippers on the back pockets and her checkered grey and white shoes. “All done!” She chirped before running to her door and grabbing the pink hoodie to join her father.

[Vixen Athena]

S p e a k i n g | A c t i n g | M u s i n g


xxx He crossed his arms in an attempt to pout as the teen made her way into the kitchen, "You don't know that." He replied as he went to pick up the nearest can, by the time he had straightened himself back up there was a can flying at him. The artist sighed in relief when he caught the drink before the teen made her way over to him mentioning something about 'having a little something.' Rolling his eyes the artist made a motion to push her hand away before taking a seat on the couch. "Gibby is..." He paused trying to think of the right word. "Gibby, who knows what he has planned?." He shrugged watching as the girl made her way back over to her drink. When the teen spoke up his eyes shot up and he made his way over to the couch before slouching down in it. That was the problem and a common misconception, when someone was declared an artist they were unconsciously dubbed the man, or woman, who could muster something off the top of their head. The best artists in history could spend weeks, months years thinking of their next work.

xxx He could tell by the way she looked over at his globe then at him that she was curious, "Don't ask." He managed before standing up himself from the couch unable to keep still with the paint drying on his clothes and skin. Not the most comfortable thing but definitely a lot better than some other situations he had gotten himself into in the past. Just the mention of his 'baby routine' made the artists eye twitch, some of the things he had shoved down his mouth. He cringed. "What's with the sudden change?" He asked only now thinking about opening his drink, but when the blond had asked him about it he couldn't help but toss it over to her. Another drink lost to that smile. His brows quickly knit together when he thought about what he said before he shook his head. It wasn't in response to the female, it was mere luck. "I didn't hear Freddy or Carly mention anything about dropping ratings..." He quickly added before making his way over to the fridge to pull out the jug of random liquid. Pulling the top off and giving it a cautious sniff he concluded it was punch and still good...or at least it didn't have any funny smell to it. Pulling out a cup from the cabinet and filling it up the artist then placed the pitcher back into the fridge before bringing the cup to his lips. Still curious about the situation with the show. He didn't have a problem being kept in the dark for a time.

[Vixen Athena]

𝓜y world is all just shades of grey, Batman.
𝓣 hat's why you'll never ever really understand me.

Action | Speak | Think

♢xxxThe sun was slowly making its way over the horizon her final beams of light cascading their rays upon Gotham. It was the most majestic sight to many of the citizens, but while they saw beauty she saw opportunity. The female had already made her way over to the bank, she had been break as Catwoman for a while but that didn’t mean that Kyle was out of commission. No, the female was still doing her rounds going to local events in search of anything that caught her attention. She had received word of the little ‘promotion’ their bank was having. From what she understood during her visit a couple of nights back it was in hopes of earning some new customers… or something of that nature, she truly wasn’t interested in what the man had to say.

♢xxx With a little bit of work she managed to learn a couple of more things about their little bank, it would seem that even if it had been quite some time since she ma her last appearance they hadn’t completely forgotten about her. During her second trip the previous day to the bank she saw quite an increase in security, that was surely there to begin with but she hadn’t truly bothered to point out. A heist during the day would cause too much trouble, so many men and getting tazed was definitely not high on her ‘to-do’ list. Plus the simple fact she would have to maneuver between the big guys wasn’t quite the challenge she was looking for; sure she could have used the people as a distraction but had someone else had their eyes on the bank it would only turn against her. She wasn’t the only one in this city interested in big pretty jewels and stones; she had others to worry about.

♢xxx Maneuvering her way around what little security there was on other nearby buildings Kyle found herself landing on the roof of the bank with grace. Smirking the woman made her way, in the shadows of course, of a nearby window but before leaving her little safety net of security the female glanced around for anything that might…compromise her current situation. Not seeing anything openly obvious, like she had the previous time the female congratulated the manager the female made her way to the window. A second later her handy dandy glass cutter was in hand and she was inside the building keeping an eye out for anything obvious, along with anyone she would have to take care of.

♢xxx There were more than a couple of things she was interested in at the bank. The open display of precious jewels was a good way to get a customer’s attention, but also others who have other means than just looking. Villains were just people to; well most of the henchmen were at least in Gotham she did find herself wondering how the people thought they chose their targets? Sure some of them were scared enough to hack into security or other files as means to get blue prints or something of a building, before hiring others to do their bidding for them. But where was the fun in that? She was more of a go in and see what happens type of person, or at least with this bank she was…she had been here enough to be. Other places she would gain a little more information, but once you gained so much there just wasn’t a challenge? Expecting everything that could happen was just not her style, which would explain how she got herself in some predicaments she had in the past. Namely said ones with the Caped Crusader.

♢xxx Scanning the room as she went the fatale had managed to take out one of the nearby guards who may hadn’t even noticed she was there. Tapping the tape on his mouth Kyle smiled spinning the role of duct tape around a finger, ”Now just sit tight and take care, this won’t take long. I promise." Tapping the man on the head the woman glanced down at the prize the smirk deepening on her features, it was only a matter of time.

[Vixen Athena]

Dear Diary, I know what my next science project is going to be called:
"My love/hate relationship with Gravity."

Action | Speak | Think

〤xxxShaking her head the female couldn’t help but wonder what on earth could have gotten the two into the argument they were currently in. Stephanie normally wasn’t one to show up and ‘hang out’ at the manor but after stopping by earlier she just hadn’t gotten around to leaving quite yet. Having stayed around for dinner where she was sure she would run into Bruce she had been told to just bide her time and await for him to waken. So she made haste at the table and finished eating before disappearing into the depths of the manor. She didn’t mind the others…to an extent. They were much like a family and fought like siblings, the only way she had figured to avoid confrontation was to practically avoid them until she could speak with Wayne.

〤xxxSomething, precarious had happened on her last outing the other night, she had returned to the manor the previous night only to find out that Batman hadn’t returned and when she found out the kids were there…she chose to go home for the night. It wasn’t anything too important, she was sure she had been in the business long enough, but it still piqued her curiosity. The idiots she had run to in last night’s patrol were part of Jokers gang, which was nothing out of the ordinary it would seem that they didn’t have off days, what caught her attention was what they were saying when she was tailing them. She hadn’t quite been able to pick everything they said up, they were smart enough to whisper to one another and speak in code, but what she had didn’t quite set right with her and had been on her mind the whole night.

〤xxxIt took a lot of patients and skill to keep up with them and before she could get any more information out of them their boss ordered them to move and continue with the heist. With confrontation inevitable the female took it upon herself to confront them and knock them out before they could play their role in all of this. Whenever Joker had anything going on it was safe to say that there were more than a few people working on it at a time. Whether it was luck or not she didn’t know, what she did was that she had taken out the heists ‘get away’ and shortly after the order she found herself pitted up against a couple more people. Tying them up in hopes of getting more information about whatever the hell was going on proved fruitless.

〤xxxThe villain must have had eyes and ears everywhere, it was mere luck that she moved out of the way when a shot was fired. Annoyed at the interruption the female took to the shadows in hopes of confronting the idiot who attempted to knock her out, by the time she arrived at the supposed shooting sight the man was gone. The whole situation left her a bit rattled, when she returned to the other hostages she found them dead and a nearby canister of gas. Something just wasn’t right.

〤xxxWhen she walked up to the scene, moments shortly before Alfred, she was amused to find that it was indeed Tim and Damian at it again. Tempted as she was to crack a snarky remark the female held her tongue at the look Bruce had given them and a moment later Alfred arrived. When the Butler spoke up to the multibillionaire she turned her sights to the two of them with an eyebrow arched. Being in a room full of men could prove, interesting unless said room was this manor and said men were these guys. She still felt a tad bit awkward being around here especially after her little incident and false death. Things were not how they were going to be, she knew and accepted that but it didn’t make things better. Which was why even as she took the mantle of Batgirl she tried to avoid working alongside the Bat family, filling up her time with Oracle and anything she needed. The only reason she was here was to speak to Bruce, plain and simple she would be out of their hair as soon as she voiced her concerns.


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[Vixen Athena]

I watched him smile. I watched him cry. I watched him grow.
I watched him bleed. I did my best.

xxxTo anyone else, anyone outside of the manor many would believe that his job as a Butler was plain and simple with little to no 'snares'. Well perhaps at one point in time that would have been true, one point in time many years ago- years before he had to learn how to sew up Kevlar outfits and masks. Perhaps in another life he was someone else's butler and lived a simple life, perhaps to others he was putting himself in unnecessary danger. But he liked his job and wouldn't take anything in the world if it meant giving up this.

xxxHe had finished dinner a couple of hours earlier, a tad bit earlier in attempts to keep the 'kids' civil while Master Bruce enjoyed his sleep. Normally, had his suit not been in its condition, he would have been outside his door once the food was finished. But from the unique puncture wounds on some of Master Bruce's 'uniform' along with the rips and snares, he figured he would enjoy the extra sleep...the little bit of sleep the kids would allow him to of course. But extra sleep none the less.

xxxA short minute later and Alfred was by Bruce's side, curious about what he was doing out of bed...but with one look up at the two 'kids' it went without saying that the extra sleep didn't last quite as long as he had expected. "It would seem the family has woken you up?" He asked with an arched brow at the young-ins, they were full of energy that they were and a pain to keep an eye on. Especially with so man of them running around now. "What can I do for you, Master Bruce?" Formalities was something many expected with the butler it would seem that no matter how many times he was told there was no need for them when amongst themselves, he still fell back on them.

xxxHe had taken notice of the company that Bruce was in, from what he could conclude the two boys had gotten themselves into another one of their arguments. The butler knew that they would, maybe, out grow it but still he would be sure to bring it up to them individually when the time came. The two boys were next to one another, Tim seemed genuinely ashamed while the young Damian was otherwise. He was a feisty one, that one. He was at Bruce's right side and to his right was Stephanie who had showed up earlier in the day in hopes of speaking to Bruce. She had stopped by the previous night asking for him, when he informed her he was 'still out' but offered her to stay in and wait she declined before taking her leave. Aside from her presence at dinner he hadn't seen her around much, or at least anywhere he was a quick glance at security assured him she was still there as the hours went by. He worried for all of them, Bruce included. This line of work could prove to be, challenging, upsetting and most definitely unpredictable.

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xxx Alfred found himself chuckling as he left the room in search for some pain killers for Master Bruce. Adults could be hard to deal with but teens and kids were on a whole different level. Between the seemingly random outbursts of violence, imbalanced hormones and their own peers...there was seemingly no rest for someone who had to sit down and deal with the hormonal races. d**k had been unique he had something that seemingly none of the others had, sure the two of them argued in the later years but with the simple fact that he continued with crime fighting and even stopping by proved that the two of them had an inseparable bond.

xxx Returning minutes after he left with a bottle of pain killers and a glass of water the elder took note that Tim had left, leaving Stephanie with Bruce and his legitimate son. The later seemed to still be a little riled up about whatever happened between him and the elder while the female had her hand on the back of her head. He was used to missing out on information, he was told what he needed to know a precaution to keep him out of unnecessary trifles.

[Vixen Athena]

What the hell took you so long?
Couldn't decide if you wanted to let me live?

Talk | Action | Think

✒ xxIt absolutely pissed him off, why he could maybe could on his one hand alone things that didn't. There was Talia and then ... so damn he could only think of a single thing. But ask him what in the world pissed him off and he was freaking Santa clause with the naughty list. Batman, criminals, Joker, Tim, d**k, his death, Joker, Nightwing, Robins in general, the bat-family, anything Joker related, heroes, this stupid idea of 'justice' the world has created, Batman, no lethal force, Gordon, prison, people, why he could go on and on. He was a freaking kid in a candy store when it came to all the things he hated, just thinking about any single thing sent him into dark dark thoughts.

✒ xxRed Hood, how different was he from that boy in that suit? Well not all that much, it was the same guy but it went without saying that he went where no hero chose to...where Batman didn't go. He killed, he brought true justice to those who deserved it... he did what needed to be done to survive. No more of this throwing them in prison so they could escape again, no more working alongside previous side-kicks, no more taking orders from Bruce, he was over that. It was a dog eat dog world, a screwed up world where it was possibly for heroes to die but the villains seemed to be in the green. You could be tortued, captured, raped, killed but the bad guys and what did the heroes do? Throw them in an asylum that seemed to have a freaking history of being broken into. He would know, he had been there with thanks to one of the few people he could actually claim he loathed with his life. Heroes can, have and will be killed and they do nothing to stop it. They allow it time and time again to happen and merely move on with life when that happened. Oh! Such and such's side kick was killed? Give them a month and they will have a new one.

✒ xxSlamming his fist down on the wooden coffee table Todd felt his blood boiling, it didn't matter how much time had passed it would forever piss him off. He was tortured then killed! And that murderer was still on the loose? What kind of world was he brought into. "We have word on a new possible drop zone." Todd brought his mask up over his face as the voice broke off. "Where?" He had managed to come up with his own contacts, acquaintances he could rely on...to a point. "It is unofficial but there are whispers of the mad man testing out some new toy at the Gotham Bank." Picking up his 'babies' the man rolled them around his pointer fingers before securing them in their holsters. "This better be good, or I'll--" "It's a reliable source." The voice interrupted as he made his way out of his 'cave.' "I'm on my way.

✒ xxHe didn't have loads of money behind him, but he had resources. Said resources were able to give him more than enough to have his suit that could perhaps be on par with the stuff Batman had. He had the training the Bat's had given him along with some of his own, more lethal training. He had his gadgets and weapons that got the job done and he didn't mind taking a life. Fully clothed the 'antihero' shoved the keys in his bike before kicking up the stand and speeding toward the Bank, even at his speed it would take him a bit to get there. Let's not even mention the police.

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[Vixen Athena]

xxx Alfred found himself chuckling as he left the room in search for some pain killers for Master Bruce. Adults could be hard to deal with but teens and kids were on a whole different level. Between the seemingly random outbursts of violence, imbalanced hormones and their own peers...there was seemingly no rest for someone who had to sit down and deal with the hormonal races. d**k had been unique he had something that seemingly none of the others had, sure the two of them argued in the later years but with the simple fact that he continued with crime fighting and even stopping by proved that the two of them had an inseparable bond.

xxx Returning minutes after he left with a bottle of pain killers and a glass of water the elder took note that Tim had left, leaving Stephanie with Bruce and his legitimate son. The later seemed to still be a little riled up about whatever happened between him and the elder while the female had her hand on the back of her head. He was used to missing out on information, he was told what he needed to know a precaution to keep him out of unnecessary trifles.

Dear Diary, I know what my next science project is going to be called:
"My love/hate relationship with Gravity."

Action | Speak | Think

〤xxx The kid crept her out, that much she had accepted. Her first impression of him was quite, impressionable. After the butler left, she stood there for a moment before shifting her weight onto her other foot. Definitely awkward... She found herself glancing back and forth between the occupants in the room from Batman to Damian then quickly over to Tim. Though her sights didn't last nearly as long as they did on Bruce when she looked at the other two; Damian was still a slight unknown to her aside from the fact that he became glued to her side whenever she did come over or they ended up at the same place. The later was because of their odd falling out, biting her lip the female was about to take her leave figuring she could wait for Bruce to finish with the two of them, but it would seem he would rather get straight and to the point. Typical Bruce.

〤xxx Shivering slightly at the reminder of her close call the female crossed her arms and shifted weight back onto her other leg before turning and keeping her attention on the man. With little time to even think of a reply she found herself looking at the young Damian, with a slight frown etched into her features upon hearing the nickname. /color]Fatgirl?! She waited for Bruce to intervene before quickly glancing down ensuring that she hadn't gained too much weight, which she hadn't really. Sure she wasn't out on patrols every night like the others but she had still taken it upon herself to keep her body in good condition without Bruce's help. She still had to keep up other appearances when told to and Stephanie Brown was not going to gain weight while she attended school. She parted her lips to reply to Bruce but before she had time to say anything though Tim, seemingly out of the blue, took his leave. She watched as he exited the room before frowning slightly and turning back to Wayne. "Exactly so, as a matter of fact." She placed her hand on the back of her head moments before Alfred walked in with a cup of water and a bottle of aspirin.

〤xxx "Accidentally ran into some of Jokers men, well more like their get-away guys. Before I confronted the two they were whispering something about some new toy the Joker had. How it would simply blow everyone's minds. Then they were moving around as if they were to continue with the plans, I couldn't just let them get away so I incapacitated the two of them." She was sure he knew most of this but figured she should tell him everything she could in case it would help any. She put her arm back down to cross her arms,"Maybe it wasn't a heist. The guys who returned to the get away vehicle didn't seem to have anything on them. Anyway they were taken care of, that was nothing out of the ordinary. What was, was the fact that while I was trying to gain information out of those who weren't out cold. As you know...apparently." She mumbled the last word glancing back at Damain for a moment before back at Bruce, "Some sniper took his aim and shot, content with the others being tied up and what not I made my way in search for him." Only now was she realizing that perhaps he wanted her away from the group, shaking her head at the new perspective she continued. "Gone before I got there and by the time I got back to those who I had taken the time to get a hold of they were dead." Her voice went flat, her mind was elsewhere at the moment.


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[Vixen Athena]

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↘↘↘↘ I always thought good photos were like good jokes.

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xxxThe day had been rather busy for her, Melinda found herself up before the run had begun to shine its rays. She had a shooting at six fifteen and at the time she couldn’t remember for the life of her what it was for, so she just got up prepared herself for just about anything. A good thirty minute shower to clean out her hair and scrub her body down was the highlight of her day and the first thing she did in the morning. She arrived to the shooting and it was there that she was reminded that it would be a lingerie shooting, she would be wearing this seasons set of new panties and bras. When she had first been introduced to this form of photography she was a little bit self conscious even with all her years of other sorts of experience, but feelings quickly changed and these became her one of her most favorite types of shootings. Second only to the summer swimsuit section.

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[Vixen Athena]

When she got her hands on that merchant that had sold her this information, she was going to wring it and wring it good. There were few people who thought of crossing her, but apparently this person though that he would have the upper hand. Little did he know that Rivaini here had a damned good memory and was not one to forget someone who had done her wrong, especially in such a way as he.

Was it so wrong for someone like her to want to join the Wardens? With half the looks many of the people she talked to it about, it would appear so. Sure, she wasn’t exactly ‘top case’ Warden material but there was surely a place for her there if they took in everyone from royals to mages…right? Shaking her head the female growled as she turned her attention back to the man keeping her from moving onward with her plans.

Apparently it was bloody common knowledge to everyone, besides herself, that once you entered the mighty boundaries of Kirkwall you were forever bloody bound. The man wasn’t all that menacing either, then again no one was in her opinion, which may explain why she found herself in half the situations she did. Perhaps she should have taken up her mother’s advice and found someone to travel alongside with. It was a hobby her family had picked up many years ago, how long ago…s**t she didn’t know—the only thing she did know was that the best damn tales came from those where her family traveled with some ‘interesting’ stranger. “You are not permitted to leave.” Her repeated, crossing her arms and throwing her hip out the tan skinned pirate pouted. This was surely a joke, someone out there was getting a damned good laugh at this. Taking a quick glance, noting how she had drawn a slight crowd, the rogue turned her steel eyes back on the man and glared.

“What do you bloody mean I can’t very well get up and leave when I please?” Now it all started to make some relative sense, Rivain had managed to avoid a lot of the tension between the mages and the templars. Hell they were one of the last bloody ones who even believed in how all of this happened! The man looked flustered, if one could even call him that. She wouldn’t be surprised if she had more winters under her belt than he the number of women he had seen. Hell, she was sure that she had more suitors than he could possibly imagine…but that was aside the fact now wasn’t it.

In complete truth she was sizing him up, guns were a very dangerous weapon…something that could kill someone like her who had little to no armor, she knew this and knew it damn well. It sort of ran in the family. “You. Cant. Leave.”

“And why the bloody hell not?” She retorted without so much as a second thought.

“It’s against the law.”

“What kind of bloody law is that? Forcing people to stay in a land that they damn well don’t want to.” She paused before a frisky smile played on her features. “Or is this just your way of trying to court me? It’s hard to tell, you know.” She threw her hip out and batted her eyelashes, before straightening her back to allow her cleavage to pop forward. There were two of them when she had first walked up, the older of the two had ordered him to deal with her…apparently not wanting to obtain the headache waiting to happen. It was an insult, of sorts, it would have surely been more interesting had she asked the both of them to join her…but one could only wish, no?

“Ah—I…” He was flustered, it was apparent the moment she had walked up that the man had not dealt with someone like her and only became more apparent now as he turned a shade of red while trying to come up with some sort of reply.

“Well if that was bloody case.” She threw her hands up behind her head, noting the older man swinging around her. She may be a rogue a technical sort of one, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have eyes of a hawk. “You should have just bloody well asked, I am sure that you guys take on a number of females like myself on a daily bases.” Rivain spun on her heel, the motion caused her hair to whip around allowing the sun to glimmer on it and make the red highlights shine. “Isn’t that right? But seriously, you look like you could explain this better to me than your little accomplice here.” She said motioning toward the man. “Would you just inform me as to why we are not allowed to leave this providence. I have no problem with it, I would just like to know why.” Just wait until I get within feet of Alex. His neck is mine, I can’t wait to pull it back and slide my dagger---

“It is to keep our people safe.” She groaned and rolled her eyes slightly, this apparently was going to take a while.

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xxx She was not nearly as in tuned with the other zodiacs presence as some of they were but she was still pretty good at picking up when someone came and went, even while in the glorious heavens. A sudden pain of guilt over came here during their walk; they were all rather close, family like even, but everyone could admit that they were closer to some than others. Sometimes you just hated someone for being themselves, or loathed being around another because they seemed better than you. Or was that just her own dark side speaking? Putting that aside some of their reactions seemed to be woven into their very being apparently so much so that the humans were able to pick up on it and assign their own kind under what they picked up from the zodiac."And what about yourself, does the weather not bother the all and mighty Virgo?" She teased pushing the thoughts behind her as she continued along, wishing away the thoughts that clouded her mind.


xxx She followed along silently, taking in the environment searching for any possible threats. They were on earth and at this point in time she was nit the safest place to be. It wasn't long before the man lost himself in music and she smiled, it was familiar to her. "Some of them seem hopelessly lost in the streets still..." She mumbled, they were somewhat near one another but not near and of the first six. All except one, which she wasn't too sure whether or not she was happy about. Sure it was fun and games now but how exactly do you explain to them what happened? How do you try and prevent it from happening to them? Would you care? Part of her did, she was protective and would always be corrupted or not; but did she care enough to warn them. To try and play the hypocritical parent who told their child not to do one thing even though they were doing it themselves? Have the stars actually fallen? Have the mortals actually found a way to even astray the stars?


xxx Ivy's voice brought her back to reality and though it took a moment for her to comprehend what he was getting at. When it finally did process through the female reacted on impulse and pulled the male up into her arms, smirk only lengthening. Shoot first, think? “By the gods, what has becometh of us? ” She chuckled slightly, humans always had funny way of speaking throughout the times. Even now some of the things they said made her laugh; how they had gone from what they were then to now was beyond her.

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۰ ▒ She couldn't remember a day when life had been simple, where she wasn't looking over her shoulder in hopes that she hadn't been found out. Or in fear of being cursed to death for simply looking in the wrong direction. That was all she had known for all of her twenty-one years of life, fear. She had done and learned everything she knew out of precaution, in the name of self-defense. She was born in the wrong time period, in a time where evil reigned supreme and anything or anyone who tried to stand up against it were shot down. Cursed and killed on the spot, there was no mercy. There was one way or death... literally. She couldn't tell you how many times she wondered "what if...?"

What if the boy who lived succeeded?
What if someone went back in time and changed things?
That wasn't against the ministry anymore was it?
At this point was there even a Ministry anymore?

۰ ▒ She couldn't tell you how many nights she had spent by herself, in her room of the Nott mansion, completely wasted. She had long since learned that there was no way she could be herself, be the person who whispered within the confides of her mind. Who was locked up and forced to watch as everything around her burned. Hogwarts, she had known that there were certain things she would have to master like Occlumency and 'shifting' or she wasn't going to make it out of there Alive. You read correctly, Hogwarts was no longer the place it once was. It had changed ever since The Boy Who Lived...stopped living. She had to beg the bloody sorting hat to put her in her families house. She didn't belong there, they both knew it. He wasn't stupid and nor where she. If someone like her, from her bloodline were to even stand a chance in this world with her way of thinking she was going to have to blend in and pray. Carefully plan out everything she did and keep her mouth shut even when something occurred that she didn't agree with in the slightest. People like her were not needed anymore, people who believed that magic could be used for good... no! Should be. There were only the dark arts, hours of being cursed and cursing. When she finally graduated from that hell hole she apparated back home and locked herself in the confides of her room for a week, ignoring the rapping on her door by blasting the music of her headphones.

۰ ▒ She knew that if she stayed any longer in that house someone would find out, someone would notice something was up. How she had managed to lie all those years during Hogwarts was beyond her, but she was safe there. She showed promise. She accepted their ways and even offered offered insight on new crueler methods to deal with undesirables, muggles and the like. How could one forgive themselves for something like that?! How could others! She had read enough restricted muggle studies books to know what happened to people who were accomplices to acts against humanity. It caught up to you eventually....it always seemed to. It was only a matter of time before the muggles got involved, had the Wizarding World not been enough?! She couldn't understand why people would want to control others....nevertheless the entire population of the world. At the moment, luckily, or unluckily depending on who you were and how you looked at it; their all-mighty leader had yet to take control of everything. From what she understood there were still other wizards and witches on the other corners of the world standing up to him.

۰ ▒ It was during these studies when the idea came to her mind, what if she were to simply disappear? What if she were to just vanish after heading off for a shopping spree? Pure-bloods did that...right? They went off and bought things they didn't need, attended balls that were frivolous and moot. Perhaps she could have been scouting out the next hit? The next place they would go to cause terror to the muggles. Because, yeah that was a thing and hobby to most idiotic pure-blood crazed families. Muggle-hunting. It was horrible, inhumane! But it was because of this inhumane sport that she got away, that she was freed from the confides, from the prison that was the Nott Mansion. And once she was free she took no time to jump on all fours and run into a nearby muggle forest.

۰ ▒ At first it was purely about survival, she could run around and live like the animal she was if necessary. London was by far too dangerous for her to be showing her face around, even four years after her running away. She had completely retreated away from the Wizarding World as much as she could. The moment she even sensed magic in passing or nearby she was running off in the other direction. It was a pitiful life, a life as an animal. Running both from the muggles and wizards, but it was her life and it taught her many a things. What she could eat, what she couldn't. How to get in and out of places without being detected. Jack always knew that she was living on borrowed time, she knew that she was going to be brought back into the very world she ran from because it was who she was. For four years she convinced herself that self-preservation was her main priority, what good was she to the world if she were dead. When the real question was what good was she to the world if she wouldn't stand up for what she believed in. Wouldn't die for what she believed in? Didn't that make her as guilty as the party who was active in the wrong doing. Standing idly by when she knew there were people being killed for no better reason than that they were not of the pure twenty-one? Knowing she had people she would have considered friends in a differed world were dying for the very same things she believed in. .

۰ ▒ The question now was how was she going to convince not only herself but others that she was the good guy. That all of that was just an act for mere survival on her part and that she was not dead and/or missing. That she ran away from it all because it was too much. Did she even want to? At this point with the right Charms she could start a life as someone different, hell she could just forever run on all fours until the end of her days. She had to determine what it was she wanted to do with her life before anything else could be done and for this reason she would continue to lay motionless in the backyard of the current muggles who had found her starving, fed her threw a collar around her neck and taken her in as their own. Knowing she wasn't exactly their typical 'house dog.'

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▒ Jay had once believed that he endured the most excruciating pain that could even par up with some of the Darker Spells he found himself pitted up against in the past, on an average of once a month....every month. While other people may have claimed the Veränderung was one of the most beautiful things they have ever had the privilege of seeing, watching as man became one with nature once more. Unlocking and revealing what it was every human was deep down and blah, blah, blah. Jay would be the first to blatantly and distastefully tell you that this beautiful, ah 'the hell had they called it...metamorphoses made him wish that he was dead. Every. Single. Bloody. Time. He sure as heck did not feel majestic when each of his bones snapped before rapidly growing and reshaping themselves and conjoining in different places. He hadn't ever felt beautiful when his ligaments, tendons and muscles were pulled, ripped, twisted and torn from their original place in order to properly fit alongside the new bones. He hadn't once felt blessed as his skin was pulled to its limit to fit around the new body as it covered itself in two layers of fur. Have you ever had a broken nose? Imagine that pain to an infinite power as you watched a muzzle force itself upon your skull. Have you ever been forced to sit back in your own body and watch as something else took control of it? Ran on a rampage with no real target in complete and had complete control as you sat back and prayed, prayed no one had wandered into the woods that night? While that last part had died down apparently for him with time, something he wasn't sure was normal or not. He was going to be have to be frank to anyone falsely believing they wanted this and say there was nothing about that hell he found himself enduring for the past ten plus years that could be considered majestic, beautiful, symbolic or whatever stupid adjective he had heard in passing. In order to become one you had to be bitten by one of their kind. That;s simple, right? Wrong! He knew a couple of people that could vouch for him and say that werewolves didn't bite and back off waiting to see if you changed. There was a person, who if they still had a conscious, was crying for the beast to stop. But he had no control as the monster turned skin into ribbons for the simple reason that it could.

▒ Jay opened his eyes for the first time half expecting to find himself in the deepest layers of hell returning to that whole new level of pain he couldn't have possible created on his own. Or even back in that hospital bed he had lived in for the past couple months. Or even inside the cage where they were forced to keep him before drugging him up silly for a week. He knew they only meant well, if it were not for St. Mungol's he could very well have died either back at the scene or during the unknown amount of changes between now and then. The first thing he remembered doing when he first woke up was picking up a pen and paper and writing via magic to Ms. Morgause that he was going to have to put their next gathering on an indefinite hold and he may not have the chance to write often. He knew that she would be able to tell it had something to do with his part-time job, she knew more than enough about him to be able to piece that much together. What he hadn't counted on was the sheer amount of time he would be gone for, he had written that letter and expected to be up and back to teaching sometime the next week...not barely being released the night before the beginning of the following school year. That was a lot of time unaccounted for and he found it to be a miracle in itself that he even had a job to come back to. Between the original shocking turn of events and the number of moons that passed, the both of them knew that they were honestly in no condition to be doing much. The doctors and nurses were reluctant to release him as was, so it didn't come as a shock when he received an owl a couple hours ago that his Auror duties were on hold until he was fit for duty . . . and cleared by St. Mungo's. He fully expected to be put on a complete dead man's profile, be forced into some rehabilitation home or even just being put down with how he looked and felt. Yet here he was sitting in his bed back at Hogwarts hours prior to the students arrival and the more he thought about the reasons that would keep him here, keep him working around so many in his current state made his vision spin and skin crawl. Or perhaps that was just a sign that he should nap for a bit longer. It was hard to tell at this point.

▒ The last thing he remembered before returning to his drug induced dreamless slumber was placing a number of protective wards around his room that would hopefully wake him on the off chance someone were to stop by and keep someone out long enough for him to get dressed...saying he woke up. The first of the wards was a simply password charm, saying the right person came by and merely answered correctly they would bypass all the wards... and undoubtedly find him in his pathetic state unglamoured, riddled with old and new scars. On the stand nearest to the door was the letter from the owl he had attempted to read earlier before the letters started dancing on the page and oddly enough his nose itched. He read what he needed, he was to continue teaching her and was on hold from all other Auror duties. Had he been in the right mind to read the letter he would have learned that it was the medical team who had brought him to his room and clothed him. . . he was in a pair of his pajama pants and that was all. Advising caution against any sudden movements or stretching, the skin wouldn't reopen but it wouldn't be a pleasant feeling. There was also an extensive written out list of some of his injuries, it was not stated what caused them but to any normal person it would look like an animal attack. There was no indication of what had transpired, where he had been held - besides the obvious 'St. Mungo's-. The majority of the content that should have told him what to take in order to get better practically consisted of nothing, he had magic if he needed something he had the option of being lazy and levitating it to him. st anyone to walk in on him. It had been advised that he be glamoured and dressed before making an appearance for they were under specific orders to not do anything to him other than bring him here and allow him to rest while he could.

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▒ Lynx found herself in her typically position on the first day that Hogwarts would start up again. She had spent the last month back with some of her muggle friends on the State side and had enjoyed catching up and reminiscing about their college years. She had been informed that out of everyone there she was the most difficult to get a hold of, leading them to believe that she was working with the government. When she had stared blankly at them for a moment, she could tell by their knowing eyes that she had took too long and even she were to blurt out the truth and say: "She-was-teaching-students-at-a-school-about-the-things-non-magical-folk-took-for-granted-daily-because-the-world-she-was-born-into-was-full-of-magic-and-was-full-of-everything-they-dubbed-mythical-a-fairytail-and-called-non-fiction--where-their-technology-had-just-recently-grew-accustom-to-the-radio" Jennifer and Melody wouldn't believe her. Hell she after being around them for a whole month it seemed sort of crazy that she was in fact returning to another world where service wasn't all that great and it was just easier to keep her cell off than have it interrupt class. So she smiled and shrugged her shoulders a tad.

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▒ Now here she stood waving her friends goodbye on the other side of the airport. She would be lying if she said she hadn't cried, she did every time, but she loved both worlds and knew that it was better this way. She was witch through and through and while she had been able to keep herself hidden, or at least accidentally do something while everyone was completely and utterly wasted, lady luck had never really been on her side and she didn't want to completely ruin this equilibrium between her two lives. She absolutely loved getting into trouble with the college gangs, hitting up bars and laughing about the people who hit on them. At the same time she absolutely loved her job in the Wizarding World, she loved her students and loved showing them the cool things she learned while with her non-wizarding folk. She didn't want to give up either of them and would fight to keep them both.

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▒ The red head blew her friends a final kiss then turned and disappeared in the crowd before making her way to the bathroom. Her right hand grasped onto the newest item the girls had given her. She didn't completely understand the logic behind it yet, a small jar containing salt hung from a black strap around her neck. While a couple of their nights-- okay most of their nights-- were huddled in Jennifer's den watching hours upon hours of shows on 'netflix' and dvd's she had been coerced into having a few drinks. It was just them and it was a safe environment...so most of the shows had been lost on her. Though she had jotted a few of them down and happened to be carrying the first season of the show where some of her gifts, in the form of jewelry, originated from. She didn't think the women would have brought them up if they didn't think she would enjoy it.

Lynx used her free hand to pull the phone out of her pocket and smiled at the text. "Be Safe! xoxo Jen and Mel." She set the phone back in her pocket and in a blink of an eye she was no longer in the bathroom stall but instead standing in the streets of Hogsmeade just outside The Three Broomsticks. Lynx took in a deep breath and smiled at the end of her exhale. It was good to be back.

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