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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 6:11 pm
Concerts weren’t typically his thing, he was more interested in clubs, but with a fairly large gathering of people attending an outdoor concert, who was he to avoid the gathering? It was evening, nearly ten o'clock when the concert ended, and with it being outdoors Londonite had been able to move around the crowd gathering energy without too much issue.
He knew it was dangerous, knew there was a risk to this, he was sure Chalcanthite and Dessire would not be pleased with him gathering like this. But as the concert came to a close he slipped away from the crowd of people. It had gone well, several small orbs of energy sent off to subspace, he’d make his quota nice and easy this week.
Once he got far enough away from the people, where he was certain no one could see him and sure no one had followed him, he’d power down and head home for the night. He wasn’t far enough away yet, but he was getting close to being a safe distance away, soon he’d power down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 6:13 pm
After getting through her project and newest composition for class, Chillingham had started out into the night to go out on patrol. It wasn’t because of the concert going on tonight that she wanted to sneak into, totally not, but as she squished through the crowd and saw some of the people starting to look tired and plop down where they were standing.
That meant one thing! One of those bad guys were around causing trouble again. And on top of that it meant she couldn’t enjoy the concert because she had to do her job and make sure they stopped causing trouble. Pulling her lantern out, but keeping it low, she felt that gross bad guy feeling and moved towards it. It didn’t feel as strong as things had before, maybe because she had gotten more power from things?
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 6:29 pm
s**t! Just as he was working on gathering from another person he felt it - order. Some knight was here, and stronger than himself, he had no doubt they could sense him and would no doubt seek him out. The question was...did he run? Did he call for help so he wouldn't need to run? A fight here, with all these people around, was not a good idea as he didn't want to be caught. He didn't want to make a scene and have things come to an end.
It would, in his opinion, be best if things were able to continue and this knight didn't spot him. They were stronger, he knew that, and that j ust made the choice to remain and to keep looking around as he gathered even more insane. He knew this wasn't a good idea...he just had to hope they didn't spot him...that he could blend in amongst all the people better than they could find him. There were a lot of people and he would use that to his advantage, the crush of all the bodies, would conceal him to a point.
Damn this.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 8:30 pm
Something seemed to shift, and Chillingham came to a dead end on the trail of tired people. Sure, there were some that seemed less excited, but she couldn't exactly tell if that was because of the concert and alcohol or not.
So she moved slowly towards where she felt that bad guy feeling. Even if it was hard to see, she saw someone familiar, even if she didn't immediately connect the dots. It was that same guy she'd tackled before! And the fact that they were doing it before, and now again at this concert!
Huffing slightly, she managed to smoosh her way through the crowd until she got the brilliant idea to tackle into him and yell. "MOSH PIT!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2025 9:10 pm
Oofing loudly, as air left his lungs, and he fell over back into someone. His hands came up to grab at the body which had fallen into him. At first he didn't realize it was the knight, too busy with falling and looking back towards the woman he was falling into, there was a sharp cry from Londonite as he landed hard on his a**. His tailbone sending a shot of pain through him. Yup, he really should have left.
Instead he decided to go with their idea...mosh pit right? Well that meant he could throw himself at them in an attempt to throw them to the ground. If someone saw him swing at them...well it was normal enough - right? He shouted the same thing even as bodies started to move, to maybe join in? It seemed like some weren't sure while others seemed alright with the idea.
"Bring it!" He shouted, not sure if she'd hear him over the people suddenly getting loud, and the music.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 8:30 am
While she was glad that they had stopped draining and that she'd gotten this bad guy to the ground, maybe she hadn't thought everything through exactly. An elbow came into her side from one of the circling people as more and more of them started to chime in and chant about the forming mosh. Taking the chance she could, as he seemed to get back up, she went to tackle him again, and for just the shortest moment she whacked them with her lantern and hoped that her spooky friends would only effect the bad guy. "Stop being a wanker, you awful buisnessy guy!" She hissed lowly while she was in close, even if most of the crowd was yelling and they couldn't hear it she felt like it needed to be said anyway to justify the commotion. Sleet Tempest Snape Swinging her lantern, it casts shadows within the area of effect. Reaching and grabbing, the shadowy headless figures reach for enemies in the area. When they grab or pass through enemies the shadows bind them as long as the magic is being channeled. Contact leaves a character feeling icy cold, their body feeling as if death is looming or that they are being stalked by it, and can cause some pain or discomfort. It's up to the player how this translates to their character but there will be no lingering effects. Range: 12 feet Duration: 35 seconds
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 6:03 pm
Buisnessy? Was that even a word? Rubbing at the spot she'd hit him, the thing hurt like hell to get hit by, while he moved to strike the knight something caught his attention. Turning his head, to see what was moving just out of his sight, he spied a shadow of sorts? Was that a shadow moving...on it's own? He was certain this was the knights magic and as it came for him he moved to swat it aside - bad move. He found he couldn't move as soon as his arm passed throug hthe thing.
Cursing he couldn't move, couldn't look up as he heard other people starting to scream, shout, and panic. Shivering from a cold that hadn't been there moments before, it had to be the magic he told himself, he felt that same feeling he got from a haunted house...or from a horror movie. That feeling that you got when you were on edge...expecting something - waiting for something.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 4:35 pm
Looking around, she squeaked as it looked like she'd gotten more than the bad guy with her magic. This wasn't good at all! So instead of continuing to fight, she managed to slip out of the crowd as more people started to join in. With all of them fighting, at least that bad guy might get the idea to stop messing around at concerts. Still, she felt bad for getting other normal people in the blast of her magic, but nobody seemed hurt other than what was going on in the mosh pit. So dipping into the bathroom, she powered down and slipped back out of the venue, trying to keep an eye out for that bad guy who might have followed her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 6:16 pm
He didn't follow after her when she left, though he did consider it, he wasn't pleased with being stuck in this mosh pit she'd caused. The problem was...the mosh pit, that was why he didn't follow, it was another ten minutes before he was able to escape the large group of people. Someone had gotten hurt, another had fallen as their attempt to tackle someone was side stepped, and that got a person off of him so he could scramble to his feet. It was a mess and his uniform was dirty, with bits of gras and twigs clinging to it, but he was alive and mostly well. He'd gotten banged up, was without a doubt bruised, and he needed a hot shower before bed. He'd explain things to his spouse once he got home.
Free of the mess he hurried off, making his escape as quickly as he could, he took to the shadows so no one spotted hi mand decided to drag him back into things. There was no way he was rejoining that mess.
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