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Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

Opening the door and stepping into the flat put one face to, er, spine, many spines, with the magician's bookshelf. It must have been organized for effect, because the nastier books would have been eye height on a normal sized man, while Will's extra height had him looking at something much blander about divination. Not the books were all that much of a concern to him his husband, after all, was theorertically a book shop owner not that they really sold things, as was proper of used and magical book shops and that meant both unnatural books and unnatural hours as was proper of used etc, etc. It was just the, the balls of it. Practicing in a Ward with no Warden? He might as well have dropped tro and rubbed his ... his little skulls in the face of Earth. Will wasn't entirely sure what the job-related terms for a man's family jewels for necromancers, since Eoin didn't really have a sense of humor. ??Will,? the shaman responded, fingers trailing along the paintings. Hrm. Synthetics. The paints didn't sing like the old stuff did, sadly. There was a tune, but it was flat, like a poorly stringed instrument. Kinda like the whole flat, if one ignored the roiling current of magic that stayed about shin height. Dark magic was sorta like cold air it sunk to the bottom, least that was how Will felt it. Made his ankles ache. ??Did you think no one would notice the stink?? he asked, half irritable, half amazed. Who knew with ??proper? mages. They did't often think that far. That's what shamans were for, after all. So, yeah. Sort of like the world's nannies. Kind of sucked when you thought about it that way, always cleaning up after the others who left their magical equivalent of refuse all over the place. ??Who sent you here?? Will didn't know how it worked everywhere, but when his family had to remove a magic user, they told the magic user and the folks that were to get them. They even sent a nice note! Old fashioned, they were, since he'd recieved a text message from a shaman, once, before the young woman had dumped a necrophilliac bloodmage over his border with nary a thank you. Will bent over, braided hair swinging into his face as he started scribbling on the floors in chalk.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

I just moved in a couple of hours ago! How am I meant to sort everything out in that time? he asked the shaman with a frown. I just moved all my furniture in, and I was trying to have a smoke, and then you start throwing shoes at me. The things he used to actually practice his magic were still at the bottom of a box somewhere in his bedroom, and also now unlikely to be touched for weeks. If the shaman was going to do the 'cleaning', then he'd probably have no need to get them out at all. It wasn't like he practiced much. It was one of those things that were simply too dangerous to leave around untrained. Dominic managed to earn most of his income selling painting. And the question of course was going to provoke a rant... Oh, no one really. I resurrected a hamster for a little girl. She was five. She had no concept of death! She thought it was asleep, and she was trying to wake it up. It was a perfectly justifiable reason to resurrect something, when no one concerned would be able to tell the difference. It might have taken a few days off Dominic's total lifespan, but he really wasn't counting that high. But this tosser of a geomancer felt it, so he got me evicted on a fucking technicality. Dom used to feed a local stray cat, and that, apparently, counted as having pets and was a violation of the contract. Do you know how hard it is to find somewhere to live when no one wants you there? This is the only goddamn place I could find where I can't hear restless spirits and the landlord doesn't look like he wants me to fuck off. He paused for breath. But you want to know what he's doing instead? He's charging me extra because he knows that otherwise my only option is to go live in a fucking cardboard box. Oh, and no one wants to give me a goddamn job. Yes, it was all so glamorous. Being able to raise the dead, live forever by murdering people, talk to spirits... And living on unemployment benefits for half the year because of discrimination. Lovely. Matching his anger, his magic was restless through the room, but that seemed to irritate him too, because with a muttered 'for fuck's sake' he forced it into the other realm. It was a good way of keeping other necromancers away, at least.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

Jesus. What was it with black magic users and being pissy ? Will sarcastically chattered along, safe in the knowledge that his host wasn't really watching him as he stooped and scribbled chalk all over the place. Things were getting a bit louder, pissy themselves, as neatly wrote down rules that said nope, can't do that and ooh, yeah, nope, not that either to the magic. Scratch being a nanny. He was now an obnoxious mid-level manager as far as the other man's magic was concerned. Hey. Maybe he did need to eat and sleep. His metaphors were... falling apart at the seams, or some other metaphor that he could balls up when he had time. ??I've actually seen some pleasant boxes on my way here,? Will remarked amiably because he was of the old school of social interaction, which was to kill with kindness that which you were annoyed with. But, yeah, the place was small, and, yeah, probably marked up. Shamans like Will didn't catch shit like that for the same reason that big guys like Will didn't catch shit like that because he was a big guy and he carried a big stick and he could, if he wanted to, probably set things on fire. A frame like that and the ability to place a curse made most folks, including landlords who were often on the line between person and not go ??all right, you know what, I like you, so I'll give you a deal.? You'd think they'd do that for someone who could kill them then raise them then kill them again, but apparently, since there were rules about that sort of thing and policing mages who lived their who lives practising their more painful spells while they dreamed of necromancers killing landlords, the threat didn't hold as much sway. ??Sorry 'bout the flowers,? he added, reaching into one of his many pockets and pulling out one of the many cloth bags he'd use plastic zip bags if he could, but one of his wives was a druid and plastic bags were on her NO list of questionable herbs. ??And the, you know, shoe. Not the yelling, though.? Dried remains of leaves fluttered like ashes until they hit the chalk and, with a little white smoke and a smell like burnt tea, disappeared, taking the chalk with them.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

I like plants, but they tend not to like me, Dominic replied, permitting the change in conversation. Necromancy again, sort of. That thing's only alive because I put in a spell for- He stopped, because he was a mage in the end and mages didn't share research. Then again, he'd probably been the only person insane enough to attempt to create resurrection spells for plants. Turns out, dead cells were dead cells, whatever the structure. The lack of 'soul' in plants made the spells surprisingly different. He coughed to cover the slightly awkward moment. Obviously he got bored sometimes of not being allowed to practice. Anyway, it's weird, but apparently plant necromancy doesn't eat my life-force... Can I even call it necromancy? I mean, can't actually communicate with the thing, not like human souls... Now there was a philosophical question. And then the shaman was done with... Whatever he was doing. Damn, that feels weird! That was the most thorough ward he had ever seen. All... Nice and neat. He really seemed amazed at that, sniffing at the rather odd smell. Oh, wait. Can you mess things up again a bit? I can sense a corpse somewhere close. God, that was annoying. Was there anywhere there weren't dead people? He suddenly remembered his promise to provide food. Rice or pasta? He asked, as if death and food went together in the same thought. He had some sauce, and some meat that was now mostly defrosted.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

Will grunted at the awkward slip. Whatever it had been, it was not his concern, it didn't feel dangerous and whomever had been Warden for the kid last time didn't catch him on it, so it really wasn't a big deal for Will to grab him and force the words out or anything. Besides, he thought as he rocked forward subtly, ankles pleased by the lessening of raw, dark magic, shamans didn't really fall on the side of the Church and those were the ones that really, really didn't like necromancy outside of, you know, their own god, but that was apparently a special case. ??Heh. Neat.? Will dug around again in his coat, the sort of ugly, canvas thing that looked as if it had been filched from a professional mendicant. Which, at the moment, it sorta did. He pulled out a rather long pipe and stuffed a little of the herbs in the bowl, but when he managed to light it ?? with a cheap plastic lighter that was a bright red and didn't go well with any look he might have been going for ?? the smoke was closer to cloves than burnt Earl Grey. Apparently, he hadn't just burned the herbs when he laid the lines. ??It's not longterm. Your Warden, when I find her, will have to lay you a more permanent one. And nope.? He stuck the pipe between his teeth, grinning jauntily. ??Ward stays as it is until someone else makes a new one. And pasta's fine.? He figured pasta was easier and, more importantly, quicker the necromancer Dominic, right? From the Latin dominus , patron saint of astronomers and the non-guilty guilty, and he doubted Dominic was any of those. He started to wander, and it was a trick to do it in such a tiny, bare place. He ended up at the bookshelf, of course, because the flat, dead paintings did little for him and books, even books in a place like this, sang like birds. ??You need help finding services? You know. Soup kitchens or something??
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

Corpses had to be laid to rest right , and this nagged at him almost as much as the dark magic had nagged at Will. He should do a finding later, and sort it out. As much as it wasn't his duty, he doubted anyone else would. The more chaotic sort of necromancers got used to the 'mess' sooner or later, but Dominic had just not murdered enough people to be happy with it. He slammed a pan on the counter with a little more effort than was necessary and put some water to boil. It was going to be a simple meal a tomato sauce with some added vegetables that he had left over, some herbs, and whatever was left still out. Dominic could only be considered a good cook by the ability to make a meal out of anything... But the taste was never what could be considered 'delicious'. No, I just need a job , he replied, dropping a knife in the sink and stirring the sauce with his other hand. Should be able to sell a couple of paintings, should tide me over. Begging was below him, and... Well. He wasn't sure his pride would live with having to go for free meals. He'd rather sell his skills on the black market than do that. There were plenty of people who were happy to pay under the table to talk to the dead. If Will lifted any of the books and flicked through the pages, he would find annotations and sometimes corrections to spells and rituals, written sometimes in pencil and sometimes in charcoal. Apparently Dominic had considered the costs and benefits of much that his magic could do, and in places there was evidence that he had matched his magic and his art. The doodles in the margins had vague shapes of power, and the smell of blood. The paintings on the floor were deliberately empty.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

Of course Will touched the books he lifted them, opened them, fingered them, flipped them, even smelled the pages of one or two when something particularly rank wafted out. Hell, if the necromancer hadn't be around, he might even have licked one or two of the odd stains being generally stronger than any suspicious stain he had encountered before. Not the healthiest of habits, but curiosity tended to kill shamans less often than cats. You could always try raising a few dead on the side. I'm sure that'll work great. Will plucked the pipe from his lips and placed it carefully on the top shelf before he plucked out another book to explore. Flipping through that one, he added in a pleasant tone of voice, I hear the Church here has some fantastic scholars in the dark arts. I saw the slides from what they did to the last guy who tried that. Because, of course, there were conferences. Will had been invited to one a few years back since it had been hosted in one of his towns and, well, he'd even gotten a lovely little mug and a pen charmed to write in one of twenty colours. And people said clergy were boring! Free food and slides of gristly punishments for black magic users? What more could you want? He replaced the book, fingers sliding along spines that had a few choice words for him. Some of these books were Bad. I don't mind heading to a shelter for dinner, he said, eying a particularly nasty book on the bottom shelf, three over from the left. If you don't have enough to go giving to guests.
Thread: Why Not Be A Necromancer {missedstations & Kawamura}

I really prefer not to. Raised dead tend to smell and leak all over the floor. He had never been into rotting flesh... Or rotting anything. Dominic had made his own spells as clean and sterile as they could go not too many funny smells, and as few things that could stain carpets as possible. If I need to do things in this realm, I prefer bone elementals. Well, that was what the laymen called them. The real denizens of death, but who were willing to cross over when asked nicely. They usually consisted of little more than few scraps of hair and bone, animated by more will than any raised corpse could have. They were more difficult to summon, and even more difficult to control... Since apparently most enjoyed contemplation more than action. Most necromancers never bothered with such beings. I wouldn't touch that one, he said, apparently keeping an eye both on the stove and on Will. He gave no other advice though telling people there was a gate to death in the pages of a book never worked out well for anyone. Who originally made that mess Dominic didn't know, but it needed to be looked after. 'Light' magics kept their relics all nice and organised, in museums and churches, on display or stored safely in vaults. Necromantic relics, on the other hand, got passed along by being dug up from graves, stolen, inherited, killed and raised for. To find one, all those paths had to be tracked, and their keepers traced. The Map of Death was probably one of the lesser relics... Risky to use, and apparently so unimportant that it tended to get forgotten for centuries at a time. The ability to travel between planes and cut across them was nowhere near so interesting as, say, eternal life. Correspondence between realms had always been the field of the eccentric, but sometime, someone hit on the brilliant discovery that the landmarks in certain worlds were not as fixed as those in the physical plane. It wasn't quite teleportation... But map-magic was a reasonably effective field. Cartomancers tended to be very odd though, which came with not living in only three dimensions. They tended not to get the concept of specific destinations. Are you always this rude to your hosts? Dominic asked suddenly, violently draining some macaroni. Questioning his ability to feed a guest when he'd offered in the first place... It was a worse offence than threatening him with the Church. Dominic would rather starve than be unable to feed someone in his own four walls. Pride. Somewhere he heard that it led to the dark side, but he never took much stock in popular culture. Technically, wasn't he on the dark side already?
Thread: Ghostxtiger and ffgamer

Ally was in the locker room after gym class. She waited for everyone to leave because she didn't want anyone to see her deformity. At least that's what she calls it. She undresses and looks down. She knows it will always be there when she looks down but every time she wishes it wasn't
Thread: Ghostxtiger and ffgamer

Jamie came out of the showers late and heard someone in the locker rooms as she walked in
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Ally didn't hear anything as she looked through her locker, naked.
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Jamie walked up behind Ally not seeing what unwanted anatomy hey Ally
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Ally jumped as she looked back then blushed O-Oh....hey Jamie
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how come your still in here wasnt you the fast back from the trackJamie asked smiling as she went to her locker behind Ally and pulled the towel away
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u-ummmm....I was talking to someone. Ally said as she kept her back to Jamie and struggled to find her clothes.
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oh rightJamie said as she started dressing and saw Ally strugling need a hand thereShe asked
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U-Ummmm....n-no Ally said as she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and went to the shower.
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Jamie was confused ok thenShe called out and began dressing again
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Ally sighed then showered, waiting for Jamie to leave.
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Jamie finished dressing see you at dinner AllyShe called out then left leaving her mobile on the bench
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ummmm ok Ally said then turned on the shower, turning it to cold since seeing Jamie's body made her hard.
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Jamie made her way to her dorm room when she found her mobile wasnt in her bag and she began to walk back
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The cold shower didn't help. Ally was still fully erected as she walked out and back to her locker.
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Jamie walked back to her locker and saw Ally from an angle and was stunned
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Ally looked back and blushed as she quickly turned around and wrapped a towel around herself.
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Jamie walked over and whipped the towel away smiling what have we hereShe said sweetly
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Ally blushed more as she covered herself, not knowing what to say.
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Jamie kneeled infront of Ally's member and touched it it's so hard is it realShe asked looking up at Ally
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I-I....w-what are you doing? Allt stammered,not believing what was happening.
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Jamie smiled up at Ally well if you wont tell me i'll find outShe said slowly stroking it
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Ally gasped then lightly moaned S-Stop she said as she tried to pull away.
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oh so it is realJamie exclaimed as she backed Ally into the lockers but does this still workShe said moving her second hand to her slit and ran her hand across it whilst just holding the member
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Ally moaned again No,stop Jamie she said but was clearly getting wet.
Thread: A Party To Remember.

Name Angel Dumont Age 22 Image !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... rlKim.jpga!-- m -- Mask !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... 7mask.jpga!-- m -- Dress !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... n0722.jpga!-- m -- Golden eyes looked out over the crowd, she was standing off to the side, doing her best to keep out of peoples way, the only reason that she had come to the party tonight was because she hated Mr. Knight's wife, after all, she had been in love with the man before he had even met the other woman. Why does that bitch get the lucky break and get the hunk? She asked herself softly as a frown crossed her masked face. She even had to go and copy my outfit.
Thread: A Party To Remember.

Nick Drake was walking around the party where he was the man. Waves came from the left and the right, attacking his integrity, but it was all good, all chill. He just simply returned a wavy and a small with a Welcome to Hell! In his hand he held a cup filled with beer, and now he let gravity do it's job and let the beer come down into his mouth. After a long sip he set the cup down, seeing, what he thought, was his wife in the corner. His relationship with his wife was very hip and cool, they flirted in public and everyone knew it. The neighborhood was fond of the couple, from what they both knew. Angel, the only person he had missed at the party yet, always acted a nice sometimes a little bit too much towards him, so he didn't know she hated their marriage or his wife. He smirked as he walked over to Angel, letting her trick him. Her mask and her uniform fit exactly like her wife's, and their hair was pretty similar under the low lighting. Nick himself was dressed as a pirate, and lacked anything to block his face. He wore a special pirate hat and had fixed his hair with a type of wig so that it seemed he had long hair. He wore a heavy and old leather coat over his body, a white shirt under, some black pants with boots and a sword hung from his belt. Going up close to what he thought was his wife, he place his hand on her hip and said, Arrr... how be my precious booty. Giving it a small grab. He felt it tighter than ever, and even a bit bigger, liking it he gave another grab and then brought his hands back to himself. He took a step back and wondered what was up with her, she usually was more social and a center of attention, now she was back in a corner looking at how everyone had fun. Nick's eyes looked around seeing that no one had seen them yet. Let's dance! He said as one of his favorite songs came on, more people were arriving and chaos was coming around. This was going to be fun!
Thread: A very special present. (Fiye and Yaiocest)

Today would end up being the morning of Christmas. A mostly magical day, and the first that she had actually wanted something... well, kinky. To say the least, she wanted something to shock her boyfriend, who seemed to want a bit more about a night together. Though, she could never put her lips on just what that might be. Of course, her body wasn't nothing to be proud of. She had a, mostly, flat chest. Most days she could be mistaken for a very young boy if she wore the right sweatshirt. An A cup chest, a rear that was barely grabbable, and a body that proved to be rather... thin. 5'4 tall, and weighing in hardly over a hundred pounds. Really, it was amazement that she could keep up with him in bed. And with thoughts like that, well, there was only one man she could turn to. And yet, this morning, lo and behold there was a single gift, wrapped up on top of her dresser. A smile crawling on her lips when her eyes glanced upon it, perhaps, the legends were true. But, now she had to work quickly. Opening the package, revealing a single, large pill, and a note from the old man. Written rather messily, but she couldn't hardly wait to try it. Going as far to skip the detailed note, only caring how she should take it. Downed with a glass of milk, easy enough. Nevermind the warnings, she had to get down to business soon. And all it would take was a quick call, sent directly to voice mail. Damn, he should keep his phone on. Oh well, he'll call back when he receives her message. For now, she had a cup of milk to drink, an eventful day, and hopefully, a very exciting night.