[attr="class","temp-text2"]"I grasped the cobblestone flooring. I lacked anything else tactile enough to help me keep my wits, and within the tunnel's darkness was something I felt must be braced against. Much like I had been told—I paid no heed then—the den of an unstoppable cobra; and I lacked even the light to begin pathfinding with. With the sudden appearance of flame held captive I gazed upon the flaxen-haired witch. This inexplicable flame danced atop a glass bottle she held before her, and reflected all too coldly in her golden eyes. Her white simple top, terminating in a short black skirt, appeared faintly under the magick fire's glow. The clothes she wore were suited just as much for mobility as they were for blending in with the usual populace, it would seem. She wielded her 183 cm with severity, made the cramped tunnel look me as though it were shrinking out of fear, and the red ascot tied round her neck gave colour to my disquietude. She knew all from but a single stare. Her unchanging and unrelenting look afflicted me as she shattered the bottle at my feet, initiating the end of my life with a powered inferno.
[attr="class","sub-text2"]1h ago - Personality
[attr="class","temp-text2"]"She addressed me the moment I entered the pub. I had yet to even express interest in her tutelage. She bore her pride, uncompromising. Bore plainly with no fear of consequence. The corrupt systems must be burnt. The particulars mattered not to her, neither an angel benevolent nor a demon well-tempered could stay her hand a second—they who would infringe upon the rights of others behind the walls of a Council must burn all the same, and so on. She ignored my niceties, and, clearing some empty glassware from the bar, began inquiring into my background with replies limited to 'decent, decent.' The talk of her glacial mannerisms rang scarily true, moment by moment, and her sustained pointed questions did little to ease my anxieties. Hoped I looked a true believer. Ms. Kiều Ry had... Sweat dripped indiscriminately and slowly from my brow. Terminate Võ Kiều Ry, I repeated mentally, over and over and over. I interjected with by sharing what talk of the recent fire-bomb attempt someone in such a position could be privy to. 'Hm! He really went for it, after all,' she scratched painedly at the bar's wooden surface, lamenting the loss, a bright student, perhaps plagued with surplus zealousness; her sincerity caught me off guard. She was, she noted, 'not one to fight losing battles.' Lazily she sauntered round the counter, declaring, 'Come, the hatch takes us to where is necessary.' vanished beneath the floorboards with a single glass bottle, filled with some clear unknown solution, in hand. Following this she asked of me 'how I found her and'... I answered quickly. Nerves jumping, of course, and lies stacking as well. I was coming undone. 'A ghoul acquaintance.' I exhaled. 'I've only recently started studying magicks—a few months, being generous.' Everything I said only seemed to contribute to her faint smile. 'A few months,' she considered. 'See, magick can be understood wholly in a matter of hours. Yes. It merely requires being done up proper.' As the tunnel began growing lower to the ground, I ducked down (the surface beneath my feet changed from squelching mud to gaps of cobblestone with neither warning nor much light) estimating how outlandish of a threat the witch could truly pose. She was proud, dogmatic surely. As we pressed on I felt that to be too simple an assessment as a kind of unease she had carefully cultivated began to dawn upon me.
[attr="class","sub-text2"]1d ago - History
[attr="class","temp-text2"]"Sooner or later she snarled, without breaking eye contact, 'Therein you will, with certainty, encounter Ms. Kiều Ry.' When I requested to know more about the witch, she rattled off her achievements both famous and infamous; but seeing my dismay upon hearing such acts, she bit carefully her lip, looking out the window, 'She is truly one in a million, not even a single living relative to advance some notion of redundancy.' The continuation of the briefing precipitated from the angel further information telling of Kiều Ry's teaching incendiary magicks of incredulous potency, very illegally, to those disallowed entirely from such things, with 'extreme subterfuge. Escapes enforcers more than even the unruliest ghouls or lowest vampires...' She removed her cap. The population of the room was thoroughly silent. The burn patient writhed slightly.[break]"Quickly arrived a cacophony of Council members and their trifles. The bureaucrats had entered the scene adjacent. The vociferous shrieks for justice carried all the way to the side room. Every Council member cried the same sentiment, with the cry for vengeance central to each of their slight variations of the same flowery requests.... She bared slightly her teeth. 'How very disrespectful.' she growled. She gazed upon the burn patient, and grimacing, commented, 'This was a student of hers.' 'Of hers? A turncoat against her?' I gasped, disgusted. 'Quite the opposite, a would-be martyr thoughtlessly empowered,' she responded, antipathy visible. Now, returning to the feats of the condemned with a click of the tongue, 'When those on high descend to right those lower, the lower descend themselves into hate—hate forged with fire the likes of which you would be quite fortunate to perish before ever experiencing.' She paused herself to stretch her neck. 'Upon encountering Ms. Kiều Ry" she proceeded, 'mention neither your family name'—she brushed a heavy hand across the end table—'nor details possibly pointing towards your upbringing. I can't imagine her failing to notice—given the informants we have lost contact with after tasking them with the witch—any hints of Council affiliation.' She glared at the burn patient with marked disdain. 'You know, she really could bring this all down, all of it,' she pondered gingerly. 'She is not more powerful or adept than any of us, that's not a matter about which I worry. See, she—Võ Kiều Ry, of course—may not be aware of it but the necessary kindling has all but assembled. Ask an archivist, were she born some centuries ago, under similar conditions, we'd be naught but ashes beneath the heel of those lifeforms.'
Living in a dystopian society, seven mystic races are trapped due to their own selfishness. Tensions rise between the races and the different social classes, leading up to the constant struggle for power, with no end in sight.
4/11 - With the Ghoul Purge complete, Pavane's fear shifts from the goddesses towards the Council. Check out the aftermath here to get an understanding of the current situation in the plot.
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