Apollo  Oddball  Q-Tip  

Male  Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker  Elder 

Age : Unknown
Appears: mid-20s
 
Birthday: August 18th 
Zodiac:  Leo 
 Birthplace: Scandinavia Region 

Occupation: Business Owner, Kingpin

EVERY STORY HAS A BEGINNING...

We all have our beginnings. His happens to start in a home located in the middle of nowhere. That's the way he has always thought of it. Somewhere in the mountains, beneath the dark and looming cliffs, and subject to the forever howling winds. A place where there is little sun and even the wildlife doesn't choose to stray towards. His beginning started there with a complicated family. It wasn't until he left home that he felt like the true beginning of his life was upon him. 

As an Elder his history is too long to recount for every living soul. He's made too many enemies, human and supernatural alike, along the way. But there are a few things he can confirm. He wasn't there for every big historical event. For those that he was apart of, he found a way to know some of the key players. He took a fasination with almost every war. When he didn't dabble in warfare and grew bored of humanities repetitive need for it, Apollonius chose to follow his pursuits in business...or partying....whichever he felt like doing even though they tended to go hand-in-hand.

Don't mistake him. A vampire's memory, while good, isn't perfect. No one can expect that he'll remember every little thing. Some of the history books have it wrong anyways. History is always told from the perspective of the Victor so it doesn't surprise him. Always remaining hush hush on the matters, and to not embarass himself on what he doesn't remember, Apollo keeps his lips sealed about anything related to the past. Though when inquired about, he'll gladly share what he does remember.

EVERY STORY HAS A MIDDLE...

A little over two decades ago, Apollonius decided it was time to wage his own war. The war to end all wars. Or so he believes. Tired of watching fueds between species that no longer hold the ground they used to, Apollonius seeks to bring harmony among the supernatural world. There are whispers that he is leading a rebellion and the only reason he is able to get as far as he has is because he's an Elder. Sometimes, it's an advantage to be old. 

Recuirting efforts began with his motley crew but have since expanded to included supernaturals in every city. There is no limit to what they can achieve when brought together. While it is a little contradictory in nature, warriors in his band of misfits are taken on a volunteer basis. No one is forced to wage the war with him. Some only seek refuge, neutral grounds where they can come together to get along. Others want to fight to end the bloodshed and centuries worth of deceit and misguided values. Everyone has their own reasons for joining. Those that do are protected by everyone. They rally to protect their own. While they are on their way to creating the peace he seeks, everyone knows that Monsters are still monsters and their leader doesn't stray from using a heavy hand or the darkness he was given. 

He's no fortune teller. Can't see the future or predict what is going to happen next. All he knows is that he dreams of a day when the conflict is over. When supernaturals come together and live in a strange sense of harmony. A time where useless bloodfueds are resolved and children aren't expected to hold the grudges their parents instilled in them. As far as he can see, the end is nowhere near. The middle of his story is still being written. Hell, he would argue he is still tangled in the beginning of something new. Only time will tell. He just hopes he finds the Kingpin on the otherside of the war before it's too late...

 

MODEL LOOKS: IF YOU'RE SEXY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS
 

Height: 6'1" 
Weight: 188lbs
Build: tall and lean
Tatttoos: None. Maybe he'll consider one. 
Scars: Plenty. Not all vampires heal the way you think.

An anomonly from his siblings in everyway, Apollonius's appearance is as stark of a difference. Glacier blue eyes peer through long lashes most women are jealous of.  Longer platinum blonde hair is almost always combed into place, but still allows for a few runaway strands. Skin slightly kissed by the sun but still on the paler side. What can a vampire do? Always clean shaven. Clothes undeniably pristine and pressed. Common outfits include dark jeans and a dress shirt of some kind. He doesn't mind t-shirts, but when running a business he always needs to look the part. Casual for him still looks put together and he takes pride in his appearance. Bussiness man or Fraternity boy? He's been described as both.



SHINNING PERSONALITY: LAWFUL NEUTRAL/CHAOTIC TENDENACIES 

Lawful Neutral: At first glance he comes off as the silent brooding type. He watches and waits, seeing everyone and everything around him. When he is done being the observer, however, Apollo transforms into a social butterfly: undoubtedly dramatic, self-confident, and playful. He gladly engages in conversations, preferring ones that are centered on deeper topics compared to trivial matters. There is a nautral prowling elegance to his movements, a confidence **coughcough* and flamboyancy *coughcough* that demands attention, and a silent dominance in his curiosity. He's brave, hard to challenge, and damn near impossible to hurt or kill. Arrogance is often mistaken for his confidence, but everything about him is genuine, including that bourbon soaked charm. With a burning determination buried down into the bone he carries his head high with his shoulders back and a consistent cheshire smirk on his lips.

Chaotic Neutral: Having lived a long life, it's no surprise to Apollo that he's gone from one end of the spectrum to the other. Survival makes everyone do things they'd rather not. Only in the last decade or two has he transitioned to a more welcoming sort of character. His fued with his eldest brother drives him to do things he'd rather not speak of. The traits however are there. Obsessions can get out of hand. Being heavy handed has it's perks. Selfish gains are driven by selfish motives and fulfilled by selfish actions. Deceit can be second nature.  Different times call for different measures and he isn't afraid to go there if he has to. 

 

"Careful where you step, Sweetheart. Not all that lurks in the night hides in shadows. Some Monsters are made of Sunshine & Gold, smiling at you from across the street in broad Daylight."  
Blood relatives

Family is a forgein concept to him. The word is thrown around enough times that he understands that 'family' is supposed to the people you are directly related to. Nature predetermines that the womb you came from and the seed that bore you are your parents. Any other poor soul lucky enough to share the same womb is a sibling. By maternal and paternal instincts as well as nature's defined laws, this family is "supposed" to care about you. 

It's all a crock of shit. 

Maybe in some families this is true. He witnesses it often enough among humans that he hopes, for their sake, it is. Yet there's always a dark twist and only time is willing to share what it is. In Apollo's case, he's one of three children. The middle child of a broken family and he's long since been estranged. Viewed once as the Golden Boy, no pun intended, he was on the receving end of an abusive relationship with his older brother, worshipped by his mother, and  showered with 'tough love'  and strange dissecting behavior by his father. He wasn't able to make sense of the dynamics until he was in the first century of young, twisted life. Quickly Apollonius silqouied himself, learning when to walk on egg shells and when to go bat shit crazy. It wasn't until she came along that his perception changed.

After her soundless birth and the three day ritual that took place, Apollonius snuck into her room in the middle of the day. The slumbering house didn't know any better. He propped himself up on the bed beside her, those wide doe eyes looking at him and her little hands reaching out to his face. She cooed at him and that's when he forever became wrapped around her little finger.

 

Sianoa Grimm (Mother) and Ragnvald Grimm (Father)  unknown status (NPC)

Apollonius, while in the beginning was on good terms with his parents, now harbors a deep sedated hatred for his father. Somewhere in his heart, he's been able to grant his mother forgiveness. They used, abused, and took advantage of him for his talents.The hatred stems from turning the siblings against each other. 

 


Demitrius "Demitri" Grimm (Older Brother) - unknown status (NPC)

Convinced by his parents that his brother attacked him out of an innate hatred and disgust for what/who Apollo was; Apollo has spent his entire life in retaliation for it. Apollonius swore he would be faster, stronger, and better than Demitri so that one day he would finally be the monster Grimm wanted him to be. Unbeknownst to anyone, his relationship with his eldest brother shaped the values he lives by now.

 


Freya Grimm (Younger Sister) - Handling Seattle Headquaters (NPC)

 This little hellion is a storm of chaos at the heels of their enemies. As frigid as her powers are and she attempts to be, Apollo is one of the few who sees her 'soft' side. She is someone he always wishes to protect. This is the only one who he never felt abandoned him in his family. They are a strange pair. Best friends. Wing-man/Wing-woman and all. Onlookers may mistake them for lovers, especially with how much they tease each other, but their opinions are far from the truth.

Shameless Flirt
Interests (x0)
Non-committal but not impossible for more. 

TEN YEARS AGO...

A long hallway painted in black stretched on for what felt like miles. You've already crossed through that rackety door from the alleyway. A strange place for the entrance to any place of business. The hallway smelt of fresh paint and primer. Makes sense since the walls caught the light as you walk by. The paint was still drying. The nearer you came to the room at the end the better you heard them: Young monsters talking of things that should never be.

"Have ya ever been in love, Apollonius?" A female's southern accent filled the air. Quieter than it normally did but that's due to the expansiveness of the room they were in. Massive and more like a warehouse main floor than the back-end of a building's first floor.

"Love?" A confused but pleased voice responded. For a moment, silence settled between them. Why ask a question like that?

"Yes, love. Idiot. You know when-"

"I know what love is , Rosewillow."A breathless sigh slipped past his lips. "No, I've never been in love. "

"Have you ever wanted to be in love?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because love gets in the way."

"In the way of?" A playful growl rumbled in his chest. Apollonius rolled from his back onto his side. One arm propped up his head while the other reached out to touch her cotton candy colored hair. That crazy long mane of hers laid sprawled out beneath her head. Stark contrast to the grey floors and her fair flesh. It's a rare moment for these two. They are the only ones to see this side of each other. Carefree, innocent, and blissful. The time when hopes and dreams have yet to be retaliated by reality.

"Of doing what's necessary."

"Necessary is a blurred line, Apollonius. You know that."

"I do and my resolve remains the same."

"Will you ever fall in love?"

"God, I hope not." A fond smile pulled at his lips and softened those glacial eyes. There was a romantic hidden behind his layers.

"Why?" Rosewillow turned her head to meet his. Faces mere inches away. Green eyes, the kind cut from emeralds in a swirling green jungle, peered up at him.

"Because it means I would be a sap. And what good would I be then?"

Few people enter into Apollo's life that he is willing to trust or hold dear. Beyond his sister and those loyal to him that make up his crew, there are only a select few he would even consider friends. There are even fewer that he would admit were or are lovers.  A deep rooted fear keeps Apollonius from admitting to anyone that he cares for them. The only ones who will know are the ones on the receiving end of it. He puts on a good face for his enemies that he keeps everyone at arms length. But in all reality everyone, including those he recruits for his cause he cares for deeply. Like any battle though, there are casulties in war. Beneath that movie star appearance or attitude, is a loyal, protective, and honorable friend/lover.


TWINKLE TOES † FUN SIZE † SMURF

PESKY HUNTER OBSESSION

After they interfered with each other's hunt, Apollo invited the Hunter along for an adventure. He has Rogues to kill and she is a Hunter. Their relationship is mutually beneficial. At first, he did it out of curiosity: he wanted to know more about how the Fun Sized Smurf ticked. They bantered in a way he didn't with others and it was bound to become an obsession. She keeps him on his toes and he knows he does the same for her. He invited her into a world she knows nothing about: His world.  Will she come to regret it or love it?

Part 1

Q-tip: "What do you know, the Smurf has a sense of humor..."

Twinkle Toes: "Am no' a fuckin' Smurf, ya bollix dit."

Q-tip: "Fine. No Smurf. You don't seem as mischievous as them anyways and that wouldn't be any fun. Twinkle work better?"

Twinkle Toes: "Am warse than a Smurf could ever be."

Part 2

Q-Tip: “Sure you aren’t a Smurf? You sure are playful enough to be one. Fun sized, too.”

Twinkle Toes: "Ya want yer dick 'fun sized' too? Am sure I could take off a few inches perfectly fine."

LITTLE CRIMINAL † MINI ME † SMARTASS

CINNABUN   PRECIOUS HUMAN

This precious little vessel first crossed Apollo's path in a bar. With a sweet promise and cheers to the next "bite" Apollo promised to cross Omega's path again. Omega doubted the toast would ever come true. Never doubt the Elder. For in his promise, Nikolas walked straight into trouble. Dabbling in his own curiosity he neared death three times in one night. First at the hand of Ricky, and twice by the equally as sarcastic Helena. Hence Nikki boy's nickname, Smartass. In his own mischief, Apollonius rescued the mortal from his companions and whisked him away for a healing drink. Apart they are completely different. Together they are smooth little criminals. Breaking and Entering may just become a habit...

Part 1

Apollo: "Come on, we'll go around back." 

Nik: "Serious, are you really...?"

Apollo: **pulls hard on the door handle of a bar to snap the lock after hours**

Nik: ...

Apollo: "Oops. I'll send them a check for it later."

Nik: "You've gotta be kidding me."

***silence as the two of them become criminals***



Every leader has his followers. The best teams can sometimes be the ones unintentionally formed. Surprise! Through the years, Apollo collected his fair share of enemies. Apparently, he collected his fair share of allies as well. The motley crew he has surrounded himself with are the ones he calls family. More than his own flesh and blood. While his recruits are critical to The Cause none of them share the same place on the chess board.

Each with their own selfish motivations, his band of misfits chose to follow him into uncharted territories. One of them called him a "mad man"  for thinking he could change the order of things. Yet, here they all are. Apollo entrusts his life to each of them. They've shared bloodshed, tears, lows and highs, and celebrations together. They serve a unique purpose on the team. Each run a special aspect of the daily operations while simulataneously plotting the end of the on-going war. Blood makes you related. But Loyalty, makes you family. This is his true family.  

Characters listed below are NPCs. They often show up in the story with an active role to play and help move things along. If Apollo isn't your cup of tea, these characters may also be played separately. Choose your adventure. 

 
"Rip" "The Spy/Ghost" - Unknown

Not much is known about their resident spy aka Ghost. Apollo has known him for as long as he can remember and he still doesn't know the man's abilities, species, or even his real name. Ripley is loyal and acts without hesitation. Often a step ahead of the Elder. Apollo owes Ripley for saving his life. Multiple times. In the centuries that Ripley has come in and out of Apollo's life, he's said few word (most assume he's mute), changed appearances often, and altered his personalitiy more. Believed alignment is true neutral. True alignment, unknown.   


"Rose" "The Informant/Voodoo Princess" - Voodoo Priestess

They met in New Orleans. She was your resident voodoo witch, a descendant of Marie Laveau herself and running a shop known as The Black Cat. He stumbled across her path and because of his past dealings with witches decided that she was the one he wanted to befriend. Rose is his business partner.  Provocative, expressive, and quick-witted. Her alignment is Chaotic Neutral with Chaotic Evil tendenancies. It's hard to turn a woman of her caliber from her wicked ways. She may be on the 'side' of good, but the lines are always blurred. Don't be confused, she's always out to get her way. 

                                      
                                      "Hel" "The Cleaner" - Wendigo

Their story and how they crossed paths isn't a story often whispered. All anyone knows is that somewhere along the way, Apollo did something for Helena. Ever since, she has been in his debt. While their story began centuries before Apollo ever met Rosewillow, Helena didn't join the motley crew until a few years after everything began. He summoned her and she came. Alignment is chaotic good. She's brash, easily tempered with Ricky, enjoys taunting others, and sarcastic. But she always acts within her limits. "Take a walk on the wild side, kid" is her motto.


"Ricky" "The Tracker/Enforcer"- Turned Vampire

Country boy turned into a military grunt. Cedric would never say this was the best time of his life. While deployed he attempted suicide. In the midst of a war torn land and on the brink of death that his sire came along. She likes to believe she "saved him." In truth, she only brought him from one hell to another. Newly turned and not at all in his right mind for how he could control himself, Apollo gave him a way. He doesn't believe in the cause but he's more loyal to Apollo. He's lawfully good, cocky firecracker, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

  

Codes from: Coders Unite
FC for Rosewillow: Kelly Eden
FC for Ricky: Benjamin Eidem
FC for Helena: Fishball Suicide
FC for Apollo: Lucky Blue Smith
Anything Swan related is part of an on-going joke.
Feel free to ask if you want to start being a part of it.
Picture credit goes to their respected artists/model(s).

Updated- 2019/01/06

Welcome to my page! I hope you have found a way to make yourself at home or that Apollo has been welcoming enough. XD I am an avid novella writer. Outside of Realms, I work full time and am pursuing my masters degree. Writing, along with a few others things, is a hobby. My time is limited along with my inspiration. I have closed most of my threads because of this. I like to give 100% to my writing partners. When I can't, my comments get very delayed. To maintain balance and ease back into writing, I am starting with a few threads. I will open them again when I think the timing and balance is right for me. Thank you for understanding. As an Admin, I'm around OOC frequently and IC about a quarter of the time. If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to leave them in my inbox. I am always around to help. Otherwise, enjoy your time on Apollo's page, on the site, or in the chat!Sick. Replies in Progress 

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  • Hey, you!!! Thank you. I’m glad to be back. I hope you are well.

  • Oh true, I have one coming up too haha

  • =pokes=

  • Among the subtle sounds that kept the city from retaining true silence, Nik’s footsteps moving up the stairway were bound to be one of them. His words on the way had been mumbled to the point of unrecognition, on the other hand. He was moving quickly before he had even been in sight of the car, and it had only picked up after.

    He caught Apollo’s gaze from across the sidewalk the closer he became; his attention splitting between the outside world and where he was headed was enough for his senses to handle as is. Nik took the sidewalk in long strides toward his destination, the flickering of the light poles overhead going unchecked in his mind. The rise and drop of energy to it was attuned to the path that the dense shadows on his trail were taking. He only had the hair rising on the back of his neck to know they were there.

    The closer Nikolas came to Apollo’s car, the less he looked back. The black, amalgamated forms dwelling in the shadows stopped short as the car headlights detoured their path. Rising up to a couple feet at their height, it lasted only a brief moment before the car door opened and more light flooded into the street. Defeated, the shadows returned to what they were: simply shadows… even if the eye could still not quite see past them.

    From the streets into the car, a breath was exhaled as he moved from one strange reality to another. He watched the dark spots outside the window subside before glancing toward the driver so suddenly drafted for the night. A seatbelt was clicked habitually and he adjusted to face toward the inside of the car. Heavy eyes did a sweep over the vampire, bottom to top where it paused at the smile likewise on the man’s face. “Yeah… I’d say so too.” Nikolas nodded to the sentiment.

    An apathetic shrug of his shoulders was given to the other’s observation and Nik’s eyes were cast to the floor mats. A lost expression was what was left temporarily; he couldn’t shake it off forever. “Yeah, well…” The corners of his mouth gave a tired smirk, remaining when he looked back. Dark hues were still far more parallel to an oil spill than their natural blue. “Not from lack of trying… promise’ya,” He concluded. Eyeing the street signs from where they were parked, Nikolas pursed his lips. “Take a left… south toward Woodhaven. I’ll let you know when to turn after that.” He answered after a long pause of silence. Home was where the lights could be turned on, and the wards might hold off the shades waiting on standby.

    “Could… you see them?” Nikolas questioned curiously, almost under his breath. He cast one more long glance out the window to the shadows that were now docile. He turned his stare toward Apollo apprehensively afterward, where it would stay until he answered.

  • Well, her test failed there. Or maybe she should be flattered by it? The mock disappointment that he would not attempt to keep her away from his friends was an odd feeling. It wasn't as though she wanted him to flat out tell her no and that she was not allowed to ever think that she could branch out in his own circle of friends. She seemed torn about it in her own small way. And further torn when he said that. Holly's lips kissed her teeth as she brought them in, concerned about her own thoughts and in an attempt to not seem all too guilty. It wasn't him that she was hiding from. Or his wink. "I don' hid frem ye. Am just busy, a lass' got things ta doo, no' sit aroun'an' read dusty pages aboot witches with a bunch of jolly gals fer the fun of it."

    Not that there was anything wrong with that. Actually, it sounded pleasing, and something that she would love to do on a daily basis if she actually had the means of doing it and if her life wasn't what it already was. It sounded like a pleasing thought and something she would long to do. Maybe on another day in another life.

    She let it pass, hopefully, if he let it. Her eyes went to the table. A safe distance away from in and at a place that would not betray her true feelings about the matter. She ran her tongue over her split lip, then looked up to him again. If the boy could stop with his... what were they even anymore? Compliments? Simple words? She didn't know any better. Thick brows came down and wrinkling her forehead, she attempted to keep her face from looking as red as it was. Her freckles were hardly even seen in such a state. "There's many an' mare like me. "Am sure if ye ask another decent parson they would give ye the same answer me did. If I had the tools? Aye, I would help them people, like I would hope that they would help me in turn, too." Would they help a simple girl in a damned life? She didn't think, yet she could hope they would. 

    Her eyes rose up to follow his hand to his tea. Yes, she had a point, and she had asked first. She waited with a needy gaze. Waiting for him to go on and to explain himself. She was curious about what went on in his head. He was the last person she would ever expect to frequently talk with her, or to make an effort to talk more. She was a wallflower, always had been. To have someone like him jump into conversation frequently? It was new, strange, but not at all uninviting. 

    She seemed to not notice his sudden silence himself. She was busy in the nervous company of her own head that went on like a crusade of anxiety. Yet when she was talking with him it seemed better, softer. She could actually think without the worry.

    Ah, that would explain his own interest in the matters of magic and witches. Though the way that he spoke about it wasn't like he was speaking of a tale, but a past. He didn't have a faraway look in his eyes, he had one that represented one of anger even. Like a red he was seeing that could not be cleaned up by any other normal sponge. She shuffled in her seat like she was seeing an open mirror to his soul that she did not have the permission to witness. She swallowed down a bit of coffee to pushed the feeling off. Scratching her jaw she hummed a small cough then spoke, "someone like you? If ye stay scared of yer past ye'll never be able to move farward. Jus' cause me mum died from lung cancer don' mean that that darkness is gonna hold over me er me ideals all me life." Holly explained jumpily. "Dark magic is just another fancy way of sayin' fear. Yer no' yer pa er ma, er ancestors with voodoo, yer you. Ye make yer own path be damned of the past. Misery likes company, don' give it any."

    A simple human mind thinking the simple human things that felt right to say. She knew more than anyone what it felt like to live in a constant fear. But she had to believe that one day she would get out of it and would be able to do something with it, to make better by herself.

    Maybe one day he would be able to stop the fighting himself. She didn't know the truth of it, or that there really was a war. But she could count on her humanity to help her, something that he might have forgotten about himself. Or never felt. Maybe she could help him see it.

    "Ah, then yer no' Irish after all. All Oirishmen want big beefy boys with hairy chests an' hard teeth. Me? I dunno.. I want a lovin' man. One who ain't afraid ta show his side of emotions. Tough luck there." She chuckled to herself bashfully. "Fer kids.. A lil girl.. Alicenne be her name. Maybe a redhead like her mum. Danyel fer her middle name after me mum. An'..." Holly's eyes softened, thinking about a daughter that she maybe would never have. The fruitless thoughts were never bad to have though, it was fun to envision it. Her finger circled the rim of her coffee. "Maybe a boy.. Samir. I've always loved the name Sam." Her smile was unknown to her. Oh, how she wanted to be a mommy. If she ever could, she would never pass the chance to.

  • "I see." She shouldn't be one to pry at all. She was only curious. Maybe of him or the people that he associated himself with. She did not know him and wondered why or for what reason he had a friend like that. Dark humor, he had said, yet he seemed wry to talk about the person more. She decided to play the thought a little instead. "Sounds fetchin', so then, am no' gonna be meetin' the lad, I reckon? Does he go to yer coven club, too?" She asked him sweetly after he seemingly came back to himself. Either she did not notice or she chose to let the man not have to explain himself constantly as to why he zoned out. She did too, but when she did it was of different fantasies in life and how she would avoid her father that day or the next. It was a vicious cycle. One she wished that she didn't have to count on every day.

    Her eyes tossed down to the tea he had, then back up. She enjoyed cream in her own tea, but she was picky with tea. She could have nothing but the best. She feared that one day her own child would only like the high brand stuff too. Would she ever have a child? Would she have enough to be able to buy that for her child? Odd thoughts. Ones she should be thinking about at all. She blinked away the idea of children, tea, then focused on him as he became increasingly more relaxed. Maybe it was the place. Libraries brought forth a sense of calm after all. She often felt it too; it was the last place her father would come to look for her.

    She shook her head, red waves bouncing at her shoulders as she did. "No. There were humans though, an' am bettin' they could count as an asteroid too in the eyes of animals, er races, earth, an' witches which were looked at as ghastly animals themselves. Caterstraphic asteroid equal doom. Humans, doom." It all came down to if he could see it the way that she was. While humans were not a huge catastrophic rock that came tumbling down from space and broke out half the dinosaurs and others evolved into clucking chickens. "It still left fragments though. Dino's became smaller, different, mare feathers. Witches? What have they become?" Anxiety bitten nails masked with chipped nail polish tapped the grimoire she was previously reading. "Was it the books the witched evolved into? Er, are their true legacies bone like the rest of em?" She liked to not think that. A glimmer of hope that perhaps some way, somehow there was truth in the pages. She couldn't get too excited though. Shouldn't.

    Fairytales and all that jumbo.

    She was catching her own mind wondering far too much, she needn't let him do that. If her mind wondered at the wrong time what could that do to her in the end?

    "A-Am what?" She needed to stop letting him make her face strawberry red too. It was not an attractive look. And she had to wonder if that word counted to how her blood rushed to her face or this so-called mirth she might have too. She did not see it like that. Maybe he was seeing a different mirror in front of him. "Am no', I-I just--If people had a way to help others they should. Like Superman, er Wonder Woman, use em fer good." Frantically she pushed hair behind her ear, trying to do something with her hands that might make the blush push off her face. "Just somethin' everyone should think about. That's all." Nice save there.

    Her nerves caught like a deer in headlights, her green flecked eyes panned to him, then down again, suddenly feeling lesser in his masculine presence. "Aye, doesn't everyone? The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish they had mare. The hungry wish fer food, the beaten wish fer sanctuary, an' the middle wish fer somethin' better. New opportunities." Her eyes then narrowed and a shadow of a smile pulled on her lips. "Oi, I asked ye ferst though. Yer turn fer a monologue, what do ye wish different in life? Er were ya hopin' to always be a teacher's pet fanned over by all the jilly lass's?" That time she smiled, it reached her eyes, softening them into the warmth of the color. "Maybe kids? A wife? Somethin' in life to have that's mare then yerself?"

  • This week has been busy with activities for one of my volunteer opportuntities leading up to Veteran's day. Posts have been slow leading up to this. Will hopefully pick up again after Monday. Thanks for your patience.

  • “Thanks,” Nik answered while he still had time, leaning most of his weight into the wall before he departed back into the subway station.

    Falling into his seat, he was bound to remain up until the phone was destined to ring. Time passed slowly while his mind told him it would be instant, flicking a gaze to his phone on occasions that were often just a couple of minutes in between. No texts. No calls. He watched the time tick down as such until he finally forced himself to leave it be. Once more his eyes closed from time to time, up until he felt his phone vibrate and held it up promptly. The response on the phone came out just as quick, his response not even formulated before the call ended not long after the instructions. Nikolas blinked. Without further delay, the object was shoved into his back pocket and back up the stairs he went.

    Another minute or so would pass. Knowing the car was just around the corner, Nik took a breath. His eyes cast to the shadows that now took over far more of the streets, humming with a malignant energy he could feel under his skin. Could Apollo? Who knew. Delaying just a second longer, he stepped out from underneath the light in the stairway and made his way up onto the ground level. The Vessel’s silhouette would appear as such as he strode toward the car pinpointed. His footsteps carried him from the stairs to the nearest light pole’s base; hardly a direct route but it was a deliberate one.

    The hair on the back of his neck rose as he walked, eyes set on the Cadillac that was parked as promised. Behind the man, the shadows closer to the subway entry were ebbing… moving and shifting, as if they breathed with their own life. The abnormality followed after Nik’s footsteps from afar as if delayed. Holding his breath, the door handle was pulled open on the passenger side when he reached it- the car’s interior lit up at the act and the shadows behind him seemed to suddenly fall still.

    The door shut behind him as Nikolas took a seat and visible sank into a relieved position. His heart seemed to pound heavy in his chest even if the walk had been a mere twenty feet from start to finish. After taking a several-second glance out the window his head turned toward the interior of the car. Regularly light blue hues were dark-rimmed along their interior. “Long time no see…” Nik mumbled sheepishly toward his impromptu driver, a smile subtle at the corners of his mouth.

  • Holly could not comprehend why he would choose it. She hummed thoughtfully to herself then looked questioningly to Apollo with a tilted head. "Was he adopted an' changed his name?" It was the only better thought that she had to it. Yet it could be wrong. It was likely better that she didn't know the truth, one that Apollo likely told her a lie of to anyway. She would have to brush it off. His friends were not her business. 

    "There are always stories to be told of it." Holly corrected gingerly in a soft tone. She didn't want to seem like she was defying him. But it was a human standpoint of what she was thinking on. "It might not wane, but it could go extinct, too. Like the dinosaurs, or the cavemen. Just because it's gone doesn't mean it was forgotten. Same could be said fer magic too." It was the only logical excuse she could come up with. Then she became startled when he all but called her out. Her eyes widened, then she looked away and tightened her lips. "I-If there was magic, there might be different saurces of gettin' food, or powerin' things, er protections. Even more, people that might have magic that could protect themselves and others. S-Sure, there could be those who use it for harm as well, but I would hope that they would do better by it."

    The light seemed to die in her eyes just a little to hear that. She heaved a gentle sigh, then tucked a stray firey hair behind her ear. "I see." Magic was just a myth then. "If there were such a thing as magic, what would ye wish fer yerself? Me? I would wish to get away. New land, different people. Mare oppertunities. A different life." A different father, less beatings, him dead... His friend wasn't the only one that was all too dark. She had her times too. Times where shew ould wish more than anything to change her course of living.

     

  • Holly produced the smallest of snorts to that. She liked to think herself the person to not hate on people. But Baby blue had started that when she began to pick on Holly herself. Holly always was to her own and never attempted to branch out or try to draw attention to herself. So when he says that. She wanted to say that he would be disappointed, that she was nothing special but a jumpy girl with a bad past. She didn't, and wouldn't. He had no reason to feel pity for her because of it.

    "Aye, fine. No stalkers oot of us then." Because maybe that's what he told his friend too. Not that she thought he would. Or maybe he did when his friend asked who the redhead chick was. Oh well.

    "That's the better way to do it, I suppose." Holly agreed. She found it odd the school would allow or fund that sort of group. While people were not scared of the idea of witches in Ireland, they certainly were not the full topic either. She had no reason or ability to question it, however. She should only be happy that such a thing existed. One that she could dream about being a part of. 

    She tilted her head wonderously to his explanation of who his friend was. "Ripley? Queer name." Then again, this man's name was Apollonius after all. It shouldn't seem like such a weird name after all. "Er, maybe it isn't." She didn't want to upset him, he seemed to have brushed it off though when he went for the chair and table there. Her lips tightened a bit. She could see what he was doing. Yet a conversation with him was not at all unpleasant. She decided she would shoot and hang around for a bit if not as entertainment, then to not seem like such a Debbie Downer.

    Thus, she would follow him. Her things were set down on the table book, shoulder bag, coffee, then herself in the seat that she slid into. A phantom of a smile twitched at her freckled lips, his disgust to the girl was amusing. Holly was not a sort to feel pride, yet in that, she could not help but to. "Not yer type." Holly agreed, she did well not to ask what was. He could keep his secrets.

    The foolish comment made her look up to him, her eyebrows pulling together, then the creased out as she continued by watching him speak. She looked down briskly towards her book when it was mentioned. Her lips tightened just a hint, then she lowered her hazel eyes, only to bring them back up to him as she began to speak, "am not, no. But, the concept of magic. Aye, I believe that these women practiced the lifestyle, lived through it, an' suffered because of it too. Am sure, maybe some, er maybe back then there might have been somethin'." She seemed almost sad to think that there wasn't any. "Maybe if there were any, the world might be a safer place? Just maybe."

    Covering her seldom mood quickly with a drink, she brought up her mood once more than cleared her throat. "So, are there any wee witches in yer group? Some showin' magical talent?

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