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A week has passed. Various magi have been at many activities in the city, most benign, some less so. The weather is quite dreary for a May afternoon: rain falls steadily, and has done so for the entire day. The time is 2 PM. Vixen and Bark The pair was able to find a frustratingly small amount of traces left behind by the beast, though they were able to track its movements somewhat via spikes in the local suicide rates. This was reflected in the news, dutifully reporting the deaths as they seemed to crop up almost randomly. Vixen and Bark found themselves in a small, relatively empty build -
SIGNUP STATUS: CLOSED Introduction There is more than what is readily apparent in this world. Anyone with a gram of intelligence realizes this. What is not often realized is the world that now exists in the shadows of our own, a world of legends and magic. In it, individuals and groups defend the unknowing mundane from the threats of the supernatural - magical beasts, born from the emotions of humanity, ranging from simple animals endowed with unnatural strength or size, to crafty lurkers, sowing misery and misfortune from the shadows, to truly awesome monsters straight from the legends of t
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The sun rose into clear skies and pleasant weather overall. The air was fresh and the temperature outside was agreeable to just about everyone. Inside a particular apartment building, the light from outside was barely visible as light crept in between the old, neglected buildings. The news still cast a faint bluish glow on those still asleep in the room, however. The teenager who made his home there was still slumped backward across the couch, snoring faintly as he slept in his clothes. His weapon was still draped loosely about him, a reminder of why this group of people was gathered in an aba
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Sirens occasionally ring out as the moon rises over one of the city's poorer neighborhoods. A lone hospital stands in the area, appearing almost defiant against the backdrop of run-down and occasionally abandoned buildings. The current of tension running through the area is almost palpable. That was precisely the reason that more secretive elements tended to congregate here, however; one doesn't closely examine what they expect to find. For certain individuals, possessed of senses and talents that they may not fully understand or even know they have, a strange sensation seems to emanate from
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A seemingly ordinary, if somewhat rough-looking, teenager stands before you. His hair is nearly long enough to reach his shoulders, and has been bleached an unnatural shade of blonde. He wears a battered-looking zip-up hoodie with an artistic, abstract design on it in gray. His jeans are in slightly better shape, marked with the occasional hole or thinned spot, but look slightly too large. However, topping his build is a somewhat handsome, if lean, face with a friendly expression. "So, before we get started with this whole thing, was there anything you were wondering about? I'm an open book; f