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undergrounds2016-03-22 09:15 pm
akillersmile) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-22 09:15 pm
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you'll never know what hit you
[ooc: This is the Kyle werewolf bite/curse log, plus random other stuff. Feel free to add a new thread or hit me up for plotting!]
i. WON'T SUSPECT A THING [CLOSED to Abigail] - backdated to earlier in March
Kyle arrived at the Widdowson Estate with relative calm. Where once the property was moderately intimidating, his previous chat with its owner had set him at ease and he now felt welcomed to the foreboding structure. Stepping up to the main stoop, he gave the door a few hard knocks and waited for either Abigail or one of her staff to open the door for him.
He wasn't expected and it didn't occur to him until standing at the door that she might not even be home. His concern for Alex was escalating, however, and if it was true that a witch could provide his friend with some kind of moon necklace, then he had to ask the most powerful witch he felt that he could ask. And then convince her that it was worth it, regardless of the price that he would need to pay.
ii. HURT YOU FROM INSIDE [OPEN to first response]
It was late into the evening when Kyle was out and about. While he hadn't exactly adapted the moniker of hunter, he had turned into something of a vigilante, keeping his eyes and ears out and trying to protect unsuspecting humans from vampires and other creatures of the night.
For once, it wasn't a vampire he stumbled onto, but a pair of injured people with what could only be animal scratches on their chests. Last he checked, there were no escaped wolves or rabid dogs in the area, which meant he was probably coming up on an actual werewolf. In wolf form. That would eat him alive.
He didn't pull his knife out yet, waiting for now as he followed the trail of blood. When he rounded the corner and came face-to-face with the werewolf, that's when he had a real problem. The thing was on him before he even had time to draw his weapon, teeth clamping down on his left shoulder while it clawed at his side. Kyle struggled to get the thing off of him, the air knocked out of him from hitting the ground.
[ooc: Feel free to jump in to fight it, scare it away, or find Kyle after it leaves!]
iii. THE POISON IN YOUR BONES [CLOSED to Nancy]
It wasn't the brightest idea. Nancy told him it was a less than ideal neighborhood and here he was, stumbling around it injured and desperate in the middle of the night. He found her building after some backtracking, disoriented and working off of a shit memory anyway, and ran his hand across all the buzzers. Someone finally let him in, while another tenant cursed him out for the late buzz and most didn't respond at all. Once inside, he made his way to Nancy's door and begin pounding on it.
His left arm was curled defensively against his body. Kyle had wrapped his t-shirt around the wound and tucked it under his hoodie, which he zipped up to hide his otherwise scratched and exposed torso as well. When Nancy finally opened the door, he practically fell against the doorway.
"Hi." A smile, red lips on a pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
The black of the hoodie hid the color of the blood, but there were still traces on his face and his hair that the hood couldn't hide. With more light, even the black hoodie would reveal the moisture it absorbed.
iv. THE LOVER TO YOUR NIGHTMARE [CLOSED to Alex] - forward-dated to tomorrow
Nancy had taken care of the bulk of his injuries, but it was the curse that worried him more than the injuries or the pain. When he found out that it was something that couldn't be immediately healed, he'd waited until he was alone and allowed himself to break down for a minute. Then he slept it off.
Not that he slept well, or very long. More nightmares, now of himself killing someone and transforming into the monster that Alex was so afraid of. He refused to kill a living person, yet he also refused to live with the threat hanging over his head, like Skip did. He wanted to go back to being a normal human. And while there was a possibility of that, right now, he was running late for a breakfast date of sorts. They were supposed to be cooking french toast.
Kyle followed someone into the building and knocked on Alex's door. His hoodie hid what damage remained, though it was very apparent on his face that he'd slept like shit and wasn't exactly in full health. As if nothing was wrong, he offered her a smile. "Sorry I'm late."
v. A HEAVY BURDEN THAT YOU CAN'T BEAR (Clubbing) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Kyle wasn't running away exactly. He was biding his time, accepting his powerlessness while he waited for the witches that were helping him to do more. Since he couldn't do anything other than wait, he spent the time coping in his own way: loud music and alcohol.
He was on his fourth drink, already tipsy and trying to make his way to plastered. He spent equal time between the bar, ordering and drinking his shots and beer, and the dance floor, losing himself in whatever company he could find. It took him back to the days when he was the guy guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with. When it was easy. Whatever could help him forget the rest of the shit for now, even if the ache in his shoulder was a constant reminder.
vi. WHAT YOU MADE OF ME (Hillingdon House) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Although not exactly a hunter, Kyle had been accepted as part of Hillingdon and had made casual acquaintance there for information and resources. Now it was time to step it up. He spent hours for days on end at the House, trying to find people with information to chat with, to find out more about everything there was to know. Including the political bullshit, trying to figure out where Hillingdon stood and who was with who.
His other objective was to buy a rifle. The soldier was missing his old best friend and the security she provided. He knew the laws, which is why he'd put it off this long, but Alex was right to keep a gun with wooden bullets. Between the vampires and the werewolves, Kyle was getting to be uncomfortably in over his head and wanted to remedy that.
i. WON'T SUSPECT A THING [CLOSED to Abigail] - backdated to earlier in March
Kyle arrived at the Widdowson Estate with relative calm. Where once the property was moderately intimidating, his previous chat with its owner had set him at ease and he now felt welcomed to the foreboding structure. Stepping up to the main stoop, he gave the door a few hard knocks and waited for either Abigail or one of her staff to open the door for him.
He wasn't expected and it didn't occur to him until standing at the door that she might not even be home. His concern for Alex was escalating, however, and if it was true that a witch could provide his friend with some kind of moon necklace, then he had to ask the most powerful witch he felt that he could ask. And then convince her that it was worth it, regardless of the price that he would need to pay.
ii. HURT YOU FROM INSIDE [OPEN to first response]
It was late into the evening when Kyle was out and about. While he hadn't exactly adapted the moniker of hunter, he had turned into something of a vigilante, keeping his eyes and ears out and trying to protect unsuspecting humans from vampires and other creatures of the night.
For once, it wasn't a vampire he stumbled onto, but a pair of injured people with what could only be animal scratches on their chests. Last he checked, there were no escaped wolves or rabid dogs in the area, which meant he was probably coming up on an actual werewolf. In wolf form. That would eat him alive.
He didn't pull his knife out yet, waiting for now as he followed the trail of blood. When he rounded the corner and came face-to-face with the werewolf, that's when he had a real problem. The thing was on him before he even had time to draw his weapon, teeth clamping down on his left shoulder while it clawed at his side. Kyle struggled to get the thing off of him, the air knocked out of him from hitting the ground.
[ooc: Feel free to jump in to fight it, scare it away, or find Kyle after it leaves!]
iii. THE POISON IN YOUR BONES [CLOSED to Nancy]
It wasn't the brightest idea. Nancy told him it was a less than ideal neighborhood and here he was, stumbling around it injured and desperate in the middle of the night. He found her building after some backtracking, disoriented and working off of a shit memory anyway, and ran his hand across all the buzzers. Someone finally let him in, while another tenant cursed him out for the late buzz and most didn't respond at all. Once inside, he made his way to Nancy's door and begin pounding on it.
His left arm was curled defensively against his body. Kyle had wrapped his t-shirt around the wound and tucked it under his hoodie, which he zipped up to hide his otherwise scratched and exposed torso as well. When Nancy finally opened the door, he practically fell against the doorway.
"Hi." A smile, red lips on a pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
The black of the hoodie hid the color of the blood, but there were still traces on his face and his hair that the hood couldn't hide. With more light, even the black hoodie would reveal the moisture it absorbed.
iv. THE LOVER TO YOUR NIGHTMARE [CLOSED to Alex] - forward-dated to tomorrow
Nancy had taken care of the bulk of his injuries, but it was the curse that worried him more than the injuries or the pain. When he found out that it was something that couldn't be immediately healed, he'd waited until he was alone and allowed himself to break down for a minute. Then he slept it off.
Not that he slept well, or very long. More nightmares, now of himself killing someone and transforming into the monster that Alex was so afraid of. He refused to kill a living person, yet he also refused to live with the threat hanging over his head, like Skip did. He wanted to go back to being a normal human. And while there was a possibility of that, right now, he was running late for a breakfast date of sorts. They were supposed to be cooking french toast.
Kyle followed someone into the building and knocked on Alex's door. His hoodie hid what damage remained, though it was very apparent on his face that he'd slept like shit and wasn't exactly in full health. As if nothing was wrong, he offered her a smile. "Sorry I'm late."
v. A HEAVY BURDEN THAT YOU CAN'T BEAR (Clubbing) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Kyle wasn't running away exactly. He was biding his time, accepting his powerlessness while he waited for the witches that were helping him to do more. Since he couldn't do anything other than wait, he spent the time coping in his own way: loud music and alcohol.
He was on his fourth drink, already tipsy and trying to make his way to plastered. He spent equal time between the bar, ordering and drinking his shots and beer, and the dance floor, losing himself in whatever company he could find. It took him back to the days when he was the guy guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with. When it was easy. Whatever could help him forget the rest of the shit for now, even if the ache in his shoulder was a constant reminder.
vi. WHAT YOU MADE OF ME (Hillingdon House) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Although not exactly a hunter, Kyle had been accepted as part of Hillingdon and had made casual acquaintance there for information and resources. Now it was time to step it up. He spent hours for days on end at the House, trying to find people with information to chat with, to find out more about everything there was to know. Including the political bullshit, trying to figure out where Hillingdon stood and who was with who.
His other objective was to buy a rifle. The soldier was missing his old best friend and the security she provided. He knew the laws, which is why he'd put it off this long, but Alex was right to keep a gun with wooden bullets. Between the vampires and the werewolves, Kyle was getting to be uncomfortably in over his head and wanted to remedy that.
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An important question to Gilbert Norrell, for it will answer the question of if he should be annoyed at Kyle for acting in such a way -- even if it may not really have been Kyle doing more than following orders or simply acting without understanding of the situation. It would not matter to Norrell, who is still frustrated at the perceived betrayal.
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"How long have you been in London?" he prompts, because Kyle's accent is still obvious. It may be a short time, or it may simply be that it has never faded -- both are possible. Norrell wishes to establish which it is before he goes on.
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"And you are curious," he goes on, "about my opinions on the fae. To help you form your own stance."
A logical approach, and one Norrell can respect -- approach the problem by research. He studies Kyle a moment longer, before going on.
"Did you know that prior to July 2015 the fae held no territory here at all? They merely kept to the other realm, which is theirs by right. We hold no claim on anything there and have no interest in depriving them of any land there. Then, unprovoked, they began to take territory. First areas that were neutral in some way, Bromley and Bexley were among the first, Lewisham. Then they attacked us. Took Croydon from us."
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"With all due respect, sir, I don't really care about the fae." Not his department. "I'm here because I want to know more about dark magic, and about the Midnight Circle's relation to Daylight."
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To Norrell himself it is all rather black and white. Dark Magic is dangerous, and thus should be outlawed. Circle Midnight wish to use it regardless of danger, which is foolish. What else is there to know?
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"Can a witch be part of Midnight without casting dark magic? And could a Daylight witch secretly do it? I know it's illegal, but are there ways to detect it?" Redbright's got him all turned around. Even as Kyle remains friends with Abigail and Nancy, he can't help but wonder if Midnight is really all it purports to be.
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As to the other question, Norrell considers Kyle a long moment.
"Theoretically," Norrell allows, "a witch could indeed be a part of Circle Midnight without casting dark magic. I do not know why they would wish to, since they are in a Circle that supports the use of it, but it is possible. If a Daybreak witch, however, was found to be using dark magic you can be assured they would be punished and ejected from their coven entirely. We will not tolerate it. Dark magic can be used to take away free will, control the mind. It is entirely the wrong sort of magic for any person to want to do."
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"So what did Nancy do?" He asks plainly, an honest question. Kyle's heard her side and half the reason he came her today is to hear Norrell's. It's hard to picture the girl casting dark magic, even if he claimed that she was in possession of some dark artifacts or something. He doesn't understand how good people could do such terrible things. The kind of stuff meant for psychopaths, vampires, and megalomaniacs.
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"Nancy Fagin?" he prompts, "the prostitute?"
Blunt, perhaps, but Norrell is not bothered by the truth. That is what she is.
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"We did confiscate some items off her, I recall, under the dark magic laws. Is that what you are referring to?"
Norrell is not entirely sure what Kyle means, after all, by his question. Is he curious why her items were confiscated? Something else?
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"We did not break in," he protests. "A search was conducted by Night Council officials. She was under suspicion for being a known fae sympathiser. For that matter we did not even keep everything of hers! She begged to keep at least one thing, for sentimental reasons so we disenchanted it and returned it to her."
Norrell frowns, thinking.
"I cannot recall everything on the list. I believe she largely kept drugs, but also a great many books on fae summoning and -- a control amulet, perhaps? Or a slave ring, I do not remember which."
so sorry! lost this notif!! feel free to handwave if you prefer
He doesn't really understand Norrell's clarifications either, though it seems to reasonably align with what Nancy said about the situation. "What did you disenchant and return to her? What kind of dark magic was it?"
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"I cannot help but note," he begins carefully, "that you begun this by saying you do not care about the fae nor wish to hear any opinion about them. It seems to me that you do not know quite what you wish to know at all."
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