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#1  Edited By Moonglow

@Zauberin: @Rumble Man: glad you guys ♥ it:D

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#2  Edited By Moonglow

posteddd <3, not good, a little rusty but enjoy.

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As everyone left she remained behind in headquarters. Flipping through her grimoire, scanning through the immacble number of pages, filled since her line trace back to the first witch in her family, she was looking for spells, ingrediants, anything. The sensitive psychic was once again taunted by dead spirits, "Blood will be spilled and one will bath in it." the spectral being said as it vanishes away, once again another cryptic message. "What does it all mean?" she questioned herself, of course the answers weren't going to pop in, she continue flipping through the pages and assemble a table, various herbs, vials, a knife, a small bowl, and a cauldron pot. She began to mix the herbal vegitation added with natural ingrediants and a bless holy water to fill the cauldron. Funny when she received the holy liquid from a priest months ago she thought of it as no use, but now her mind differ, it was her valuable sacred weapon in this undead war. Her magic was weakened severely, she could feel it, like her strength stripped from and leaving her half of it, strong but not strong enough. She had to rely on her other abilities and skills, a gift she honed since she was a little girl, telekinesis, this psychic ability was always her main line of direct attack, it was her stronghold. Since casting a specific spell could be time-consuming and more taxing, telekinesis was a natural psychic gift that all witches could learn... if they learned, practice, and honed it.

Her skin, naturally fair as the fable Snow White, grew a different color, something more ill in appearance. She was tired and hurting, whatever left her with half her strength was affecting her health as well. A slight noise entered and left her ears she ingored it, but later would she regret doing so, it from Longshot, calling for help. Her potion was almost complete just needed one more ingrediant: salt, and there it was done. Using a pipet she filled multiple vials and secured them with a top and stash them in her pouch. This was the first step for her to being useful, as she leaves her room she heard a loud thud within the entrance area, using her telepathic gifts, she couldn't sense anyone's presence, strange. Slowly walking down the halls she moves forward with caution towards the elevator, pressing the main floor button it took her down, leveling her back to the front entrance. The ring of the elevator doors open and there she sees a figure, facing his back she secretly reaches into his mind, just as she touches his mind, she found herself reflected and shot back, she rubs her third eye to relieve the pain. All she felt was nothing, empty, and reflective like a mirror with no reflection displaying, this was the mind of a vampire and she now knew it. These creatures, of course, were immune to psychic gifts relating to invasion of their thoughts, because their minds differ, it wasn't active like humans or other organic beings but a shadow of it's former presence.

Approaching closer her heels echoed through the silent buidling "Hello?" she said questionably, this situation left her speechless, she didn't know what to say or how to react, as the figure turn to face her, it was her own ally, Longshot. Covered in blood and injured, her mind told her to go and comfort her, to aleviate the pain by using her magic, but something else told her to remain in place. His mind was different and so was his body, she saw a mark on his area and step backwards, "No, not you.... STAY BACK!" she shouted stretching her arms side to side, erecting a telekinetic dome around her, the energy was invisible yet small in size: weak. She began to cough, but was still able maintain her concentation. Blood, she coughed up blood, a bad sign, this was the beacon to something she knew the next actions he were to take would cost her life.

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#4  Edited By Moonglow

@Mercy_ said:

@Moonglow said:

@Mercy_: Nothing much but active for the Champions, now where is Morgaine? France is getting quite quietly lately lol ;)

I'll have something up for her after Gears wraps and it'll be introducing a new plot point.

Good, we can set our political arrangement<3

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@Mercy_: Nothing much but active for the Champions, now where is Morgaine? France is getting quite quietly lately lol ;)

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#6  Edited By Moonglow

@Mercy_: I love you tooo<3

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@Mercy_: Your a girl's best friend, beautiful and flawless. The perfect gem. ;)

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#8  Edited By Moonglow

@Mercy_: A good defense is a good offence. ♥

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#9  Edited By Moonglow

posted:)

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Her eyes met the light that ignited from the ever shining sun, a beautiful sight to watch when it rises. Inhaling the fresh blast of air that swam her way, the winds play with her long corse raven hair and she smiles, taking in everything that day has to offer her. A tear drop swims down her cheek, moving her fingers softly, she wipes them away. Why was she crying, maybe it's because of fear. Scared of challenging the world or what it has to offer her, or the fact that she's getting older by the day and life isn't as easy as she thought them to be before. Still something throughout the day was unsettling, her mind aroused by uncomfortable tensions. She had to press through, even if the spirits who had no passage to the other side taunts her for her weaknesses. They were not to blame but her, deep down inside her weak physical shell she was strong and flaming, with a heart that still beated and was willing to help those and find peace for the spirits and herself. She was to make her life a memorial for her lost father and to push forwarded knowing he'll be happy with her.

The solar being set down only to met the other side of the world for others to embrace him, while his sister the ever peaceful lunar sphere rose and emerge with soft vibrant rays, the very celestial force she named herself after. Night has begun and she stood outside the room in her balcony, staring out into the open see that lay miles away, too far for her to walk by foot, but not far for her to see. She moved herself out of the Champions head quarter, levitating herself from her balcony to the hard cement floor. Dressed in a strapless black mini dress with a pair of matching Jimmy Choo, the latest collection released. The sound of her heels bounced to make the sound of a tapping noise that a fast pace tap dancer would make, as she wandered the quiet late street she observed her new surroundings. ."Champions, squad meeting at HQ in 40 mins. The local PD has brought something to my attention. Suit up it could be along night." the communicator from her clutch purse rang and she press a button to commence communication, and the orders were relayed from Edward who had an English accent.

No time to change she hurried her way back home. On her way back, she felt an unkown supernatural presence, was it nearby or afar? She could not pin point it's exact location but felt it "near", somewhere hiding in the city. "Beware little voodoo, the master has come for his poppets." a spirit, dead and terrifying spoke, his words were riddled with confusion as she fell to the ground and exhaled deeply. Her heart beating faster than it was, then the spirit left, disappeared the moment she blinked, "STOP IT!" she spoke as she heard the same cryptic message earlier. Her body shaken and affected by some unknown force, magic in nature, it was slowly draining her, slowly but surely. Mustering her strength she voiced her words and focused her mind, attuning to the natural forces that comprises the Earth, "The howling winds roars, the elements of day and night, I summon the winds to lift me, I summon them once more." an incantion that spoke directly towards the elemental winds, it softly pushed her from the grounds to the air and moved her, as if she was one of them, the wind. Light as a feath yet solid as a rock, her body softly lands on the ground, entering the building she flashes through the walls, rushing as her impatient nature cannot wait any longer for the elevators. Like a phantom her body presses through, melding with the object. "Somethings wrong..." she said hesitantly entering the meeting room, doubting them to feel what she's feeling, the memembers stared at her with questionable expressions, if they did then something was happening or something was affecting a witch like her directly. As if they had an agenda to elimnate her from their game.