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Personal Info
Name
Mystika
Age
In her mid 40s in her glamour
Topside since the summer of 1900, when she was resurrected into a ghoul to assist with Ministry
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Name
Marika Psaltarian, Mrs. Psaltarian, Marika or Aunt Marika
Age
Mid to late 70s
Race
Human (as of now could change idk)
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Celeste and Klaus, with the black duffle bag over his shoulder, made their way down the hallway to rendezvous with their youngest daughter at her room. Celeste had wanted to take a peek at Mara's room set up for the next week plus she was excited to pick up the gift Mara had gotten her for mother's day. It was later in the day, the sun hadn't quite set yet but it was getting close. The sky was beautifully bright orange and the clouds were dark in shadows; Klaus' favorite type of sunset.
"I have her little purple friend ready to go afterwards. He's bring his pet too! Mara called her clingy and chonky." Celeste giggled.
"Sounds like somebody I know," Klaus myself in return, "are you sure you are ok with assisting both of us? I can step aside while you help Mara; this will not be my first…
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Mara sighed, tears already welling in her eyes, as she kept her face down on the walk to Klaus' office. The nutrigrain bar was smushed now, her having stepped on it after it fell out of her hands- apparently, she actually couldn't walk and text.
While she wasn't necessarily trying to stall to see her father figure, she wasn't exactly sprinting either. Rather she kept a neutral pace, mentally and physically preparing herself for prolonged screaming and however hard the man could hit, knowing damn well she deserved it from their point of view. She felt small again, like she was 10 and had accidentally spilled water on the carpet on the way to her room. Erin gave her an earful that night, and a good ol' smack to set her straight. Mara be damned if she ever did that again.
Soon enough she was outside his office, and trying…
"Hehheh, you are welcome. And none taken. I am excited to see what your eyes will look like. I have seen blue, yellow, green, orange, but never purple. Maybe you will be the first?" "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my darling," indeed did the Cardinal smile at his daughter's antics, the age lines of his face tilting with his smile, "how about we get Celeste and I will make breakfast for you both? I hardly get to do it as often as I used to since coming here. It is of my favorite ways to spend my time with my family. Anything you want, and I will do my very best for you." He laid a soft kiss to the top of her forehead and pulled her in for one more full hug, "I am so happy that you are back, jacinthe violette. I am sorry that you were scared to come tell me about what had happened during the trip. I do not want you to feel like I am going to yell or harm you when all you wanted was some guidance. I love you, Mara."
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As the party died down, the people began to take their leave slowly, Dahlia thanked them all as she yawned. While nerves had started to consume her, they were happy ones, as any happy bride would have. Especially when marrying the love of their lives. Dahlia and her few sleepover guests made their way to a room they’d occupy for the night. Though she admitted she missed being in the bed with Copia, she felt safer there. He’d always make her feel that way. Throughout the few hours of sleep, she got she had a few nightmares, the nerves did it, what if he stood her up? What if he changed his mind? So, instead, she lay thinking of all the plans they could make, the world they’d make.
As the morning sun woke her up, though she had hardly slept. Excitement and nerves had kept her up, most of…
Louise sat beside Dahlia and took the Prima's hand in hers, running her thumb over the back of her hand in an attempt to comfort Dahlia.
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BREAKING NEWS!
ABC7 KBAC-TV LIVE AT THE SCENE!
Reporter: "I am currently standing outside the luxury home of Kyle Xavier, the CEO of KX Modeling Agency. One of the largest modeling agencies here in California.
The CEO was found brutally murdered early this morning in his home by his personal assistant, Liam Offsetter. The walls and carpet were covered in blood, gore and bone fragments. Police were only able to identify the remains through blood samples and dental records. I've witnessed several officers and detectives leave the scene horrified and nauseated.
While investigating the home, detectives discovered a treasure trove of pornographic images of himself and over 100 women, believed to be his clients. Some, underage.
A full investigation is being launched.
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Mara woke up with a start, jolting up, surprised to find herself in the same chair in Secundo's office that she had started in. She looked around, grounding herself after seeing that the Papa too was also in his usual seat. He had a small bit of smeared blood under his nose. And Mara found that she too could still feel the aftermath of the first few parts of the trials, her back and body still aching from chains no longer there.
She took a sip from her water bottle nearby, and clutched her pendant, focusing on her breathing. “With all due respect, sir, dick move.” She grumbled, though her spirit was oddly high, and she was flashing him a genuine smile. “But you're right: I'm out of practice, and definitely out of shape.” She gave a weak laugh, her lungs still hurting a bit, and continued to drink h…
(16 resolve) Mara flinched a little at the impact of the bottle to her head, a frustrated 'ow' escaping her. She shivered as the chemicals ran down her neck and back, but granted it was only windex, it didnt cause any chemical burning. She was thankful at that point she hadn't grabbed clorox, or something worse.
She stared up at Matty with a cocked brow (13 resolve) as he whispered his spell. She felt a little push in her head. (9 resolve) She winced with the first push, the awkard feeling of something prying in her head making her very uncomfortable. (1 resolve) As he continued on with his spell the pain became unbearable, causing a nauseating migraine. (19 resolve) Luckily, she didn't vomit, and the pain just as quickly disappated. "Dude, what the actual fuck are you doing??" She hissed. When he exclaimed about needing a memory, she snorted. "Smoke enough pot and you tend to lose it, I hear."
She kicked at him again, this time aiming for his groin. (16 strength) And while she may not be the most super strong person ever to exist, she was fairly certain even a kick that hard could, at the very least, choke him up for a short moment. While he was recovering from that hit, she booted at him again, square in the chest (19 strength). Now that had to hurt, and set the fucker back a bit.
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To say that the trip didn't go as planned was an understatement.
She arrived in Boston on Friday the 18th with high hopes and spirits, taking the majority of that first week to pay off her family's old storage and finally letting go of the physical items of the past that had haunted her, or wouldn’t be useful in her spiritual growth and development. She picked up the Faerie book she promised to bring to Alani, and an old glow in the dark resin covered stag beetle for Beetle. Most everything else was donated to local libraries, goodwill shops, or orphanages. Again, this process took up most of the week…the other part, the start of the weekend of the 26th, was the courage to go to the grave itself.
She thought it would just be a simple goodbye. An “I'll always have you with me when I need it, but…
"Ewww country? Hell nah!" He made a cartoonish gagging sound.
"You can call me whenever you want to," his voice was soft and filled with sincerity, "I don't want you climbing up any more ledges, even if that shit head is gone. I'm here for you regardless of the circumstances. Hell, whenever I'm at the Ministry you can knock on my door and wake my ass up in the middle of the night if you need to."
"Hey there are gonna be memories tainted by revelations all through our lives.. I'd had so many objectively good memories with certain people before... And sure if you isolated that and you didn't know the future then you'd probably say it looked like a grand ol time too, but every single nice thing they did for me, all the favors, all the great hang outs, all of that gets thrown out the moment they decided to lay their hands on me. So don't feel bad that his memory is tainted, he didn't deserve good memories if he couldn't accept either fate."
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Sylas lay in bed, book in hand as the night went on. The smell of the candle sitting on the warmer made his room cozy, unfortunately for him, it had been raining out so he could not enjoy his nightly meditations outside. So, a book was what would take its place, finger flipped the page as he hummed along to the radio that played in the background. He didn't know the song, but he hummed along none the less. Hearing the knock, his tail flicked, a familiar scent. Nimbus. Sylas got up and quickly cleared the distance and opened the door, a smile appeared. "Good evening dear, what a lovely sight for my night." He bowed slowly, "would you like to come in?"
Nimbus nodded softly before her tail swayed in a happy manner. She was still still recovery after what happened a few days ago but she was happy to see him.
“Yes please!” She says as she looks at him, a small twinkle in her green eyes once more. Wearing her blue nightgown that had small clouds on it.
The only response Mara initially got from the ghoul was a faux judgmentally cocked eyebrow before he sat back up, "Y'know you can just ask. Ya don't gotta put on this whole kicked puppy act." He got up from the mattress and grabbed the bottle, dropping it onto her gut. He definitely thought about dropping it on her face. "Three! It was so gross!" Tab said with the biggest smile on his face, "Celeste was so grossed out but by that little smirk on his face that was not the first time he's done that."