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bakerstreet2017-10-25 05:58 pm
sockalareine) wrote in bakerstreet2017-10-25 05:58 pm
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toil and trouble
Season of the Witch
The concept of the Witch represents many things. Witches may be women, outcast, or other, and their power has been feared because it threatens the tidiness of the status quo. From Medea to Elphaba, the witch has been hated, feared, and tormented, but sometimes she has ruled triumphant.
Scenarios:
1.The Modern Coven ~ Witches in the modern world. There's a school in Louisiana, where the witches walk two by two in broad-brimmed black hats, under the watchful eye of their Supreme. There's a house in New England, where two sisters do magic with pies and gardening. There's a prophecy in Sunnyvale. There's a charmed trio of three sisters who fight demons. There are magic shops, Wiccans and druids.
2. The Ancient Forests of Europe ~ Arthurian England. The realm of the Leannan Sidhe. La Belle Dame Sans Merci. The Lady of the Lake. Avalon. The Huldra. Baba Yaga. The woods this way are dark and deep, and if you stray from the path, you may meet a witch. She may be beautiful, or she may be hideous, but whatever you do, mind your manners.
3. Realms Far and Lands Forgotten ~ Medea came from Colchis, on the far side of the black sea. There have been witches real and fictional from a hundred realms and ancient times. Nitocris of Egypt, witches of Hyperborea, perhaps even Enheduanna of Sumeria. Witches, queens, and priestesses, filled with an ancient and wondrous power.
4. The Realms of the Blood - The Black Jewels ~Â The Blood are the caretakers of the land, blessed by the Darkness with wells of power in the form of their Jewels. Every woman's a witch, every man a warlord, and with a reservoir of raw psychic power ready to tap for their Craft, the Blood are forces of nature. And nature dictates that men among the Blood are born to serve and women to be served. Bound by Protocol and arrayed into matriarchal Courts large and small, Blood society is highly stratified by the thirteen ranks of Jewel and a handful of castes. Add social rank into the mix and their society becomes a constantly evolving dance of power, caste, and privilege that spans three realms: Terrielle, Realm of Light, Kaeleer, the Shadow Realm, and Hell, the Dark Realm and home of the demon dead. Implacable Queens rule their Courts and tend the land beneath their feet, sharp-edge Black Widows experiment in poisons and spin tangled webs to predict the future, Healers mend the injured and cure the sick, and Priestesses preside over altars, offerings, and Sanctuaries. Beneath Caste and Jewel, however, there are as many types of witch as there are witches, and all are dark and dangerous.
5.Something wicked this way comes ~ For wicked witches, whether you desire to devour children or turn a kingdom to ruins. Eternal life is within your grasp, and they claim that your crimes are as black as your heart. But that's all slander, of course, and for anyone who doubts, you have a basket full of lovely apples.
6.Somewhere over the rainbow ~ Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Oz is full of witches, some lovely and some wicked. There are yellow brick roads to follow, and plenty more witches in the neighbouring lands of Ix and Ev and Boboland. Just as long as no one drops a house on you. Be careful to stay away from water.
How to play:
If you'd like your character to be a witch, describe what kind of witch they are and what kind of magic they have. Note any preferences you have for setting/scenario, and include a prompt or two!
Witches don't have to be women, though they should be Other in some way. Shamanic figures in many cultures have often transgressed gender roles.
If you prefer your character to be a mundane in a witchy world, pick a scenario or two and describe what role your character would have in that world.
Meme written in collaboration with Axael/Desiderii
Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ OTA
Lydia Deetz ☙ Beetlejuice ☙ OTA
Poppy | Witch OC | OTA
Amon | Witch Hunter Robin
I'd love to thread with a witch in a modern European/Asian/North American urban setting. Amon comes in two flavours: witch hunter (with either a human or "good witch" partner) or witch hunted by his former organization (after he awakens to his latent powers).
OTA for gen, M/F for shipping (he has a thing for soft spoken yet stubborn women). Witch Hunter version would be best for shipping purposes (or I will need to figure out of a way to dispatch his "Eve". Yes, the series went there).]
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[There are monsters out there, but humans are dangerous too. Sabriel's grown up with one foot in the normal world- seeing movie, visiting shopping malls, and attending a prep school... one that offered off the record courses in magic to those students who showed a need for it. The supernatural underworld had always been a part of her life, considering she was the daughter and heir of Abhorsen, a necromancer sworn to fight the Dead and dark magic.
And right now, supernatural concerns had to take precedence. So when she'd spotted another witch walking down the street- or someone her senses told her was a witch at least- she turned and followed him, keeping a cautious distance. Perhaps he was involved in this, as friend or foe.]
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He almost hopes it's the latter. That it's Solomon. The organization has been hot on their tracks ever since they caused the fall of their Japan factory, has even caught up with with them in Italy. In Italy, where they parted ways: Robin, quietly, heading towards a coven in Norway; and himself, leaving a trail a mile wide behind him to lure Solomon away from her.
An alley cuts into the street a few paces away. He makes as if to pass it, then abruptly turns into it, flattening himself against the brick wall, drawing his gun.
He kept rune bullets -witch killing bullets- in the magazine. He was ready for anything.]
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The first impression is that she's tall- easily 5'10'', skinny but not entirely gawky, and almost unhealthily pale, The second is that she's young- not much older than 18, her clothes and hair rumpled like it's been a day or two since she's changed them and hand a bath. The shadows under her eyes suggest she hasn't slept either. There's a large rucksack on her back, and she's keeping her palms open and facing him. Her voice is composed and careful, with a clear English accent, but she can't quite keep the fear out of her eyes.]
I mean you no harm.
[There's a tension in her posture, like she's not quite sure whether to flee or attack if this goes wrong.]
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Amon shifts his stance waiting for the person who was tailing him to step into the light. And... it turns out to be a girl. Not much older than Robin, from the looks of it. She seems lost, rumpled and tired and entirely out of place following an older man down a dark alley. At any other time, Amon might have believed it to be a coincidence, but he was hunted, and Solomon used witches as its executionners. Even young, vulnerable-looking girls. Especially young, vulnerable-looking girls.
He narrows his eyes before answering her in English. His accent is undeniably foreign, the nebulous sort of foreign that comes from living in many countries and speaking many languages.]
Who sent you?
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No one. [Sabriel might be nervous, but her eyes slide from the man to the shadows around him, making only a cursory glance behind her. The things she's worried about don't like sunlight, so she probably has a few more hours of safety. She peers at him, trying to size him up.]
I wasn't expecting to spot another witch, is all. ['Do you know Abhorsen', she almost asks- her mouth opens, but she closes it before the words come out. But he might be an enemy, or even connected to her father's disappearance and the things hunting her.]
Have you seen any Dead things about? [Somehow, she manages to pronounce the capital D.]
[oooc: Are you okay with undead monsters showing up at some point in the thread?]
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So you know.
[Amon frowns. He had hoped that Solomon hadn't heard that his Craft had awakened, that he was no longer human, that he was now a witch. But, somehow, they knew. For one terrifying moment, he wonders if they caught Robin, if they made her talk. His blood runs cold.]
You're young, I would prefer not to hurt you. Return to Solomon and tell them that you didn't find me. Otherwise I'll shoot to kill.
[He needs to believe that Robin is safe and sound. Why would he be running otherwise? Why would... his train of thought is interrupted as she asks a question he simply does not understand.]
Dead... things?
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She straightens up, looking serious. She almost retorts that she hasn't felt young in a while, and instead just sighs, keeping her hands still and visible.]
My father mentioned Solomon, but neither of us worked for them. As for the Dead... Do you think people like us are the only unnatural things in this world? [There's a slight edge of condescension in her voice, along with the exhaustion and fear.]
They're in this city- hiding away until the sun goes down- but then they'll come out. [Her voice shifts, becoming more businesslike. This is a situation she understands, monsters she's been taught how to fight.]
Of course, only a few of them can pass for humans- freshly raised Hands, and Mordauts, but- you don't know what any of this means, do you. [Which is frustrating. She needs to worry about reanimated corpses and Dead spirits that possess and puppeteer the living- lesser dead, but banishing them will attract far too much attention, especially if hunters are around.]
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He frowns at her use of 'unnatural'. He had, once, thought that witches were unnatural, were aberrations that needed to be hunted. And then Robin had taught him that witches were children of god just like humans. That it was natural, and right.]
There are more than humans and witches in the world?
[He lowers his gun.]
It's dark already, how do I know you're not one of 'them'?
[Somehow, he knows she isn't. He knows that he should believe her. Hunter's instincts.]
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She is. One of the Dead is approaching- not a strong one, probably a Hand. There will be more after.]
Would you like to check my pulse? [Sabriel's tone is bone-dry as she rummages through her backpack, pulling out a bandolier of seven bells, ranging in size from the the same as a pill-bottle to roughly the size of a man's fist, silver with mahogany handles, each carefully secured to stop it from ringing, and imbued with a strange, frightening magic, raw chaos leashed by order.]
We need to get moving. [She pulls on a jacket- mostly to cover the bells- and gets to her feet.]
One of them's after us, and they aren't like the things you see in the movies.[There's the distant sound of footsteps in an irregular, halting gait.]
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I believe you.
[That's when he notices the sound of footsteps. Dragging. Irregular. It could be a homeless man, old and sick. It could be a drunkard leaving a pub after a few too many pints.
Or... It could be an undead after them.]
Lead the way.
[He adds, almost as an afterthought.]
I have rune bullets. Don't know what good they'll do against anything but a witch, though. Tell me what we're up against.
Sorry for the delay, I was sick
I don't know if those will work. My magic can... make it dead again, they don't like fire, and running water will drag their spirits back to where they're supposed to go.
[It's visible in the distance now- heavily bundled up, but the face is visible. It's a fresh corpse, but there's something inhuman in its glazed eyes- something that makes it clear it isn't a sick human, but something monstrous.]
Sorry right back atcha! I didn't want to tag on mobile but i gave in lol Hope you feel better
It was almost a relief to have someone talking to him. It shouldn't be, he was selfish. He was hunted by an organization who wouldn't hesitate to kill this unrelated girl before getting to him.
Although perhaps she wasn't so unrelated. She seemed to have a witch's powers.
His thoughts were cut short by the appearance of a lumbering body and he shifted his stance, preparing for battle. ]
What's the plan?
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Saraneth is the binder, the bell whose sound binds the dead to the ringer's will.]
I will rip the spirit out of it, send it on its way- and then we dispose of the body and get as far away from here as we can.
[It's moving towards them faster now- and Sabriel lets Saraneth sound.
The bell's tone is impossibly deep for something its size, and there's a harsh, wild magic in the sound- one that makes the creaters stumble, like invisible hands are pulling at it, and it falls to its knees in front of them, shaking like it's struggling against an invisible force as Sabriel tucks Saraneth away, and pulls out a smaller bell, as Saraneth's tones keep echoing in the alleyway, showing no sign of fading.
There's no pity in her expression as she looks at the creature, just focused intent.]
Adalind Schade | Grimm
dr june moone (enchantress) | dceu
thomasin | literally the title of this meme minus "season of"
Amanda O'Neill | Little Witch Academia
Liliana ( oc )
Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin
faye chamberlain | the secret circle
wanda maximoff | aou&cw
dr june moone | dceu