Many lives live in the Shadowrealm called Earth, they thrive, destroying and creating in an endless cycle. Many entities seek to take over this Shadowrealm, as it is the most bountiful, these entities call themselves Elders. As Elders have stood by the side of the humani, others have stood against it, these Dark Elders are the tyrranical ones, looking down upon the humani, and on a whim deciding that they would be destroyed. Time and again humanity rose, fell and came back stronger, this time, an amalgamation will begin during Litha, the summer solstice, and the Dark Elders will attempt another takeover.
This time, though, no humani can stand against them. The humani have grown dulled by the modern world, having lost the amount of awareness they once held. They were awakened, in a sense, but now in eternal slumber, the amount of humani that possess immortality is small, and those that possess great magical power, even smaller. Perhaps there is a chance with these people, perhaps they can fight back, and finally drive the Dark Elders away from the Shadowrealm of Earth.
As foretold by Abraham the Mage, there would first be a pair of twins to hold back the subjugation of the humani, they succeeded, now it is foretold that four will unite under one, to destroy the evil in and across Earth.
The leader, now walks the streets of Paris, France, to find an item, left by Nicholas Flamel, the Alchemist.
This time, though, no humani can stand against them. The humani have grown dulled by the modern world, having lost the amount of awareness they once held. They were awakened, in a sense, but now in eternal slumber, the amount of humani that possess immortality is small, and those that possess great magical power, even smaller. Perhaps there is a chance with these people, perhaps they can fight back, and finally drive the Dark Elders away from the Shadowrealm of Earth.
As foretold by Abraham the Mage, there would first be a pair of twins to hold back the subjugation of the humani, they succeeded, now it is foretold that four will unite under one, to destroy the evil in and across Earth.
The leader, now walks the streets of Paris, France, to find an item, left by Nicholas Flamel, the Alchemist.
"Another one!" From behind closed tavern doors, loud cheering escaped onto the streets of Paris followed by multiple sounds of breaking glass.
First the tavern would go quiet, then the silence would be cut with a croud yelling "Eeeeeeey" in anticipation. The breaking of glass one by one would cause them all to cheer but it seemed that the tavern owner had enough of holes being put through his walls. As you walk into the tavern you'd see glass littering the floor and tables all over. Customers always get ahead of themselves.
"Alright Dean that's enough" was all the owner said before Dean came stumbling out the door onto the streets. One of his pistols in his hand.
"Don't like it in there anyway" Dean yelled at the front door.
First the tavern would go quiet, then the silence would be cut with a croud yelling "Eeeeeeey" in anticipation. The breaking of glass one by one would cause them all to cheer but it seemed that the tavern owner had enough of holes being put through his walls. As you walk into the tavern you'd see glass littering the floor and tables all over. Customers always get ahead of themselves.
"Alright Dean that's enough" was all the owner said before Dean came stumbling out the door onto the streets. One of his pistols in his hand.
"Don't like it in there anyway" Dean yelled at the front door.
Lucien paced the streets of Paris, the unfamiliar setting making them antsy. They didn't like this, being so far away from home- from their own city, and from Lark. Being here wasn't even entirely necessary; they could've insisted on the meeting they were meant to be attending here took place in London instead. They'd wanted to show willing, to travel a little further to leave a good impression, but now they were just craving the familiarity of their own streets.
At their side, walking just behind their shoulder, Pluto was a strong, steady, and silent presence. The bodyguard had, of course, travelled to Paris with Lu: they were hardly going to visit an unfamiliar, potentially hostile city without some form of protection. He stood about a foot taller than them- a well-built, muscular man with a fantastic shot, a delightful willing to injure or kill for Lucien, and the most wonderfully intimidating glare. He was alright company, they supposed, but mostly just there for the aesthetic.
For the millionth time, they regretted not bringing their partner along- Lark would've found something interesting to do. They probably would've dragged Luce shopping, and Luce would've pretended to be exasperated but secretly adored it (and Lark would've known Lu loved it really, because they can read Lu like an open book, and that shouldn't be as endearing as it is). And afterwards, Luce would've insisted on taking Lark out for a nice meal, although knowing Lark, it would've ended up as milkshakes in some awful American diner, somewhere that stank of greasy chips and poorly processed meat, but Lu would tolerate because it made Lark happy, and Lu would tolerate just about anything to see them smile.
But no, instead, here they were, alone in Paris, bored by a city that promised so much yet yielded so little, and missing the city that gave them its servitude. All they wanted was to forget it all, the meeting and everything, and take the next plane back to London- but they needed to attend, or they opened themself up to being doubted, and that risked losing them everything.
They continued to follow the streets, heading in an unspecified and undecided direction, and merely trying to get the lay of the city. From their experience, they could already pick out the places- the little alleys, the street corners, the shadows under bridges- where deals were most likely to go down, and which ones were likely to be big deals that Lu would have to keep an eye out for, and which were likely to be selling badly cut drugs to teenagers.
At their side, walking just behind their shoulder, Pluto was a strong, steady, and silent presence. The bodyguard had, of course, travelled to Paris with Lu: they were hardly going to visit an unfamiliar, potentially hostile city without some form of protection. He stood about a foot taller than them- a well-built, muscular man with a fantastic shot, a delightful willing to injure or kill for Lucien, and the most wonderfully intimidating glare. He was alright company, they supposed, but mostly just there for the aesthetic.
For the millionth time, they regretted not bringing their partner along- Lark would've found something interesting to do. They probably would've dragged Luce shopping, and Luce would've pretended to be exasperated but secretly adored it (and Lark would've known Lu loved it really, because they can read Lu like an open book, and that shouldn't be as endearing as it is). And afterwards, Luce would've insisted on taking Lark out for a nice meal, although knowing Lark, it would've ended up as milkshakes in some awful American diner, somewhere that stank of greasy chips and poorly processed meat, but Lu would tolerate because it made Lark happy, and Lu would tolerate just about anything to see them smile.
But no, instead, here they were, alone in Paris, bored by a city that promised so much yet yielded so little, and missing the city that gave them its servitude. All they wanted was to forget it all, the meeting and everything, and take the next plane back to London- but they needed to attend, or they opened themself up to being doubted, and that risked losing them everything.
They continued to follow the streets, heading in an unspecified and undecided direction, and merely trying to get the lay of the city. From their experience, they could already pick out the places- the little alleys, the street corners, the shadows under bridges- where deals were most likely to go down, and which ones were likely to be big deals that Lu would have to keep an eye out for, and which were likely to be selling badly cut drugs to teenagers.
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