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Gaige

Gaige

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It was raining tonight. The navy sky was obscured by clouds of grey and back, and a small drizzle of rain was soaking the unfortunate citizens of Los Angeles who had come out without an umbrella.

A black headscarf and dark clothes enshrouded him. Only his bright blue eyes were visible, and a tuft of white hair that emerged from his bowler hat. From beneath his vibrant green umbrella, he looked up at a huge building. He didn't know quite what it was that made him see it, but something was on the verge of crossing over.

There was no stopping it now. It was coming, as inevitable as the sunrise. In a matter of days, this place would become a battlefield, the exciting nightlife of Los Angeles extinguished in favor of a more fatal ecstasy. Lifting his head to look into the sky, he took in the smell of the ethereal energy swirling through the air in preparation for the crossing of another such as him, to be battled and bound by the truly worthy. Power was needed to obtain power, and potential to gain that extra spark.

Twirling his umbrella with a little smile to himself, he strode off, unworried and indifferent to the trial humanity was about to undergo. This would test their mettle, and decide who was to inherit and rule this new world that was inevitably coming to pass.

Vanishing into the crowd, he was soon lost in a light mist of rain, just another form in the clouds.
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Scanning the midnight crowds shuffling around the area, Lukas yawned. He was so exhausted his eyes were watering, and his voice was becoming croaky and light. He needed to go to bed soon. It had been a long day.

Drawing the curtains, he shuffled over to his bed, head dizzy with fatigue, before climbing in and closing his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.

OOC: You can start your character in any location in America. However, it would be a good idea to clarify with the faction leaders (.Fran, Stevie Nicks, Agnes Carlsson and Fou-Lu) as to where they want the official faction bases to be. As a neutral character, it would be best to start in Los Angeles.
 
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Seth laid with his back to the wall, a hateful glare at the guard on his face. He had been in Germany, minding his own buisness before he got knocked out. He woke up, bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a car and then on an airplane. Wherever he was, it wasn't Germany.

As it was he had been in the cell for over half a day by the conversations he had picked up at the guard changes. Something about the 'Swords' and the 'Queen'. It seemed to him that he had been kidnapped by some sort of underground faction for some reason. He had also heard several references to his Tower card. Apparently they knew it was unusual.

At first he had been enraged. This was actually the third cell he had been put in. The first two had had most of the furnishings smashed into splinters during his rage episodes. For that not only had he been placed in a new room but the guard on duty at those times had been particularly cruel, roughing him up on the splinter covered ground. The back of his shirt was now stained with blood from where the wood had gouged into his skin. Thankfully the next guard was nice enough to remove them; apparently word had leaked to the Queen and she didnt want him too badly damaged.

He had also gathered that he would be taken to see this Queen person soon. For this, he had already prepared. His hands were bound only with rope and during the guard changes, he had cut through most of them to the point where they would just slip off. He was fast enough that he could slip out and manifest his weapons in an instant. He hoped he would be able to use his tarot powers on this woman. If not he would have to fight.

He laid their unable to see but he heard the door open and two sets of footsteps come toward him. They lifted him up and led him out. Down several halls a staircase and a few turns later he was sat down in a chair. One took off the blindfold and gag.

Seth cast his eyes around looking for who was around. There were the two guards on either side of him and a young woman, probably only a few years older than himself on a throne several yards before him. On either side of her were two more guards. The room itself reeked of opulence, the throne covered with gems and a tapestry hanging on the wall on either side of him, one with the major arcana of the tarot outlined on it, the other with each card of the swords suit.

She was looking at him with a similar cold stare but Seth wasnt backing down. "So what do you want from me, Your Majesty?" he asked, the sarcastic tone unmistakable.
 
A Jumbo-Jet touched down on the beautiful and serene city of Los Angeles. Jorge flew all the way here to meet with a friend who moved to the states years ago. Coming off the plane into the concourse, Jorge saw several women look at him, most likely those girls who think he was handsome and all. He payed them no mind however.

He headed the long path over to baggage claim, where he saw his friend Alejandro waiting.

"Heh, Heh Jorge, How've you been!!" Alex exclaimed, coming over and shaking his hand.

"It's all the same, Alex!" Jorge responded.

"Well, welcome to America." Alex said, showing Jorge the suitcases he picked up for him.

"How'd you?"

"Hey, I'm like magic remember?"

"Oh, I see. HAHAHA" Jorge laughed, then walked off together with his friend.
 
Cassidy had dealt with a lot of her things in her short reign as the Queen of Swords, but this one was entirely different. When news hit her that there was a young man who possessed a major arcana, she ordered the best of her faction to go and claim him from Germany. He controlled the Tower and if she could convince him to join, then he would be the second in the entire clan to have a major arcana. The guards had been treating him badly at first, so to punish them, she had robbed them of their sight for quite sometime. She felt no remorse for doing so. Her orders were to bring him back safely and detain him until further notice. Did any of those include to put him under as much pain as possible?

When he was finally brought forward, Cassidy laid eyes upon him the instant his blindfold was taken off. She glanced at both her bodyguards out of the corner of her eye. No one would dare challenge her authority here. When she was selected as the Queen, no one challenged that decision then. So Cassidy felt perfectly comfortable. The guards here worshipped and respected her. There was nothing else that was important to her. Well, except from acquiring a new member to the cult.

She glared coldly, almost emotionlessly, at her new guest. She was not intimidated by the similar stare he gave her. In fact, she was pleasantly surprised. This was proven even moreso when he spoke to her.

"There're no need for formalities, Seth," Cassidy said, her Northern English accent emerging instantly. She brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, merely smiling childishly at him. "Let me assure you that I won't be tolerating anyone making your stay here any more uncomfortable than it already is. You see, the Swords have learned not to cross me since I began my reign here. I do not accept failure or disloyalty."

It may have sounded unusual for an Irish twenty-one year old woman to say this, but the guards next to her merely bowed their heads. They bent down on their knee and clenched their right fists, which lay against their chests. Cassidy glance at them all, her cold eyes finally resting upon Seth.

"Like myself before you, I am offering you an opportunity to hone your arcana, the Tower. You see, we're more alike than you'd probably like to admit."

She rose to her feet and a guard came before her immediately.

"A simple demonstration shouldn't go amiss now, should it? Seth, if you were wise, I'd close your eyes."

Cassidy narrowed her eyes at the guard, closing them. When she blinked, a flashing light overwhelmed him and he cried out a little. His sight had been blinded by a light that the Queen herself had summoned. The guard resumed his position as soon as he could see again.

"Thank you, Gregory. As you were." She looked at Seth again, the childish smile now longer on her face. "I am in control of the Star, another major arcana. I am offering you the chance to join us and hone your skills. After all, how fortunate was it to stumble across a talent such as yourself? The Swords would be a fitting place for you, Seth. I would seize the opportunity with open arms."
 
Seth closed his eyes as advised, confident in his sensory perception and his ability to escape from this. Opening them he saw the guard, Gregory, blinded by something. Easy enough to figure out; her arcana could create blinding flashes of light.

So some underground group was trying to recruit him because he had a tarot card under his control? There was no mistaking the implied threat at the end though. "So you're going to offer me the chance to join you? And what if I were to refuse? Will you kill me? Or find some other way to make me do your will?"

He scowled. "No, this world is mine and mine alone. Only I have the power to change it and so I shall!" Snapping the last thread on his bindings, he stood up, surprising both his guards, forcing them to jump back. That was good though; the swords now at their throats would have cut them if they hadn't. He now had hostages, for what they were worth.

Seth stood there over the fallen chair, arms outstretched with sword in each hand pressing against his former guards' necks. "The best you can offer me is servitude? I would never take that offer. Not when I've just dragged myself from that pit already." His voice was already changing, a second level being added by his arcana, the layer that influenced the mind into what Seth wanted.

"Now if you were to offer me, say, second-in-command I might consider it. But as it is, you have nothing. As such, I will be leaving," he said, the sharp rage in his voice contrasting the smooth, subtle sound of his arcana. Seth began backing up, his swords still at the guards' throats. The sudden actions from before had ripped open the splinter wounds from earlier and the blood could be seen dripping onto the floor, trailing back to him.
 
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[OOC: Just going to put my characters in at random locations (Janice's location can be a church near the Pentacle's HQ), feel free to disturb them...or I'll have them disturb you the next time I post~]

"Better luck next time, gentlemen." with a smirk, Garth spread his cards on the table, whilst the others sat around him groaned. One looked close to openly weeping as Garth collected his winnings. Idiot. It would be kinder to kill him than to slowly deprive him of his fortune like this...but then, Garth had never been a kind man. This was much more fun and, right now, he needed to have fun.

Los Angeles was so damn BORING. Were it not for his desire to keep up the appearance of a wealthy businessman - people were so much more co-operative when you were wealthy, not to mention everything in human society seemed to require money, and it was very boring killing people every time he wanted something - he wouldn't be here in the first place. The drinks were watered-down and cost twice as much as what they should - which is why he had started a tab that he had no intention whatsoever of paying - and the whores were about the same. It was far too clean in here - no smoking in a casino, who came up with that stupid idea? - and several large bodyguards had been hired, who kept on giving him a look that just begged him to get up and plaster their faces across the walls. Arrogant bastards.

Apparently, businessmen liked to take trips like this, and thus here he was, playing the part, raking in small fortunes in another state. Nothing had really changed; he did this all the time back home. A small part of his mind told him he should lose a couple of hands, but Garth absolutely hated losing. He'd never win any money that way - losing to make friends and gain favours was one of the greatest acts of stupidity Garth knew of. After all, everyone on this planet who was still alive owed him a favour: he hadn't killed them yet. It was by his will that they lived and died. Why would he beg for favours?

Sighing, he looked at his hand as the cards were dealt out again. Yes, he could definetely work with this...in about ten minutes they'd all be groaning again, and that idiot would probably burst into tears this time. It was going to be a long, very boring night if this kept up...maybe he'd set fire to someone later on, just to liven things up a bit. This place really was far too clean.

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Janice Locklear knelt before the altar, hands clasped together in submission as she prayed. Prayed for strength, for compassion, for clarity of thought. But, above all, she prayed for Justice. The exercise was, ultimately, futile, for she did not earnestly believe in her heart that God would answer her this time, for he had not done so any other time...at least, not directly. The Lord worked in ways that she could not fathom, after all - despite her gifts, she was but a mortal. However, perhaps this time it would be different. Perhaps, were she to kneel here and pray for now until the world stood still, He would answer her, finally. Give her some assurance that was she was doing was indeed just, indeed according to His will. Or perhaps instead He would choose to cast her down to Hell for her sins, for her audacity in daring to exact justice upon mankind. Or, perhaps He would leave her here, to continue her work from now until it was no longer neccessary. Perhaps He had already answered her prayer and decided to do just that. Perhaps.

Despite the bleak, chaotic maelstrom of her thoughts, she felt strangely calm, as she always did when here. It would soon be time for her to continue her work. The world moved ever closer to peace, ever closer to perfection. She believed as such - NEEDED to believe, for with every sinner she killed, it appeared that three more took their place. They were a plague upon the world and needed to be purged. They ceased to be God's children when they turned their back on His teachings. Now they were less than human. They were vermin, to be brought to justice. Many would die tonight, but many more would be saved.

Tonight, she suspected, would be a bloody night indeed.
 
Florida... Why, oh why did Jack have to come here? It was hot, the women weren't that great. In fact, they were really overrated. Walking down one of the beaches he couldn't help but complain about being hot. He was sweating, his hair was damp and moist with sweat. It didn't help that he was wearing a red overcoat, long sleeves, and his red hair was long enough to hang down to the bottom of his back. If anything, he was bring it upon himself.


“Why is our base located in this shit pile?”, Jack thought to himself. “It's not like this place gives us some sort of advantage. I hate it here.” He loved to complain about things. Mainly because he enjoyed ranting about stuff. Complaints would often lead to long, drawn out rants. Jack wasn't one to care for who he was ranting to, so he would often rant to a stranger in the street. He wouldn't even try to get another opinion on the matter, he would just walk off as the stranger tried to come up with a rebuttal.


You know, you could have just as easily asked to leave the house? The Magician said to him. She was right, he could have left, but chose not to. The Magician, whom of which either didn't have a name, or just refused to give him anything to call her by, was a rather logical thinker. “Listen, Magi,” Jack started, calling her by the name he gave her, despite the fact that she hated it, “I'm not in the mood for logic right now. I just want to bitch and moan. So damn it, I'm going to bitch and moan.”


Fine, do as you will. I'll just be back here, laughing at your misery. Obviously, Magi loved to mess with Jack's head. “You damned bitch.” Still hot, still annoyed, Jack looked up at the sun and contemplated a way to get out of it's torturous rays. “ICE!, THAT'S IT!” Using his magic, he started making ice in the air around him, only to have it melt, making the cold water splash down on his face, wetting his clothes, and fogging up his glasses.


Suddenly, the hot day in Florida just got tolerable. He didn't need the glasses. Everyone knew it, but he wore them because he liked the fact that they added character to his face. He made sure no one was looking as he did this. Normal people wouldn't be accustomed to him doing something like that. However, he didn't much care. A quick glace around and he was okay with doing it.


This is an obvious abuse of my powers, Jack. Magi reminded him of this often. She would go on and on about not misusing the powers he had for personal comfort. However, Jack was in no mood to listen. “Look, you're not the one that has to deal with the heat, and I'm the one in control here. Don't forget that.” Jack leaned back as he welcomed the cool water hitting his face. He felt as if he could sleep here for ages...
 
Cassidy laughed softly.

"You're a feisty one, I like that," she said, now resuming her serious tone of voice. This was the tone that the Swords had come to fear and respect whenever she chose to use it. She heard his questions, whether they were sarcastic or serious. "I'm offering you the chance to discover yourself, Seth. If you refused, well, I wouldn't know what I would do. I could dispose you ... yes, maybe even kill you. I have more than one way to convince you."

So Seth thought the world was his? Pfft. Cassidy wasn't in the mood for his sad little speeches. Many people who had crossed her before had seen their lives end so suddenly ... even him. Brushing aside the person in her memory, Cassidy sat down on the throne once more and decided to be a specatator. He didn't have the strength to stop her. He wouldn't even consider taking her down. She merely yawned when he had broken free of his bindings.

"You really think this is amusing? I find this rather irritating," she remarked.

Cassidy tapped her fingers against her throne. The guards remained motionless by her side, they were not to move unless her life was threatened ... which was rare, anyway. She looked at Seth again when he stopped his antics and heard an offer of his own. The arcana made his voice somewhat different, something that happened to Cassidy when she ripped into her enemies. She wore a wicked, curved smile.

"Well, I was waiting for someone to entertain me and I believe you finally have," she said. "With your arcana, I wouldn't hesitate to say no to your own ... offer. However, I would appreciate it if you release my guards. A recent influx had to be eliminated, as I have already stated that I do not appreciate disloyalty or failure."

She rose to her feet and slowly approached Seth, who was holding the two guards hostage. Her eyes flickered red with rage.

"Release them at once if you want to go through with this offer," snarled Cassidy.
 
'How interesting," was the first thing Seth thought. 'She knew that she could make a counter-offer despite my arcana. In the end I'll either be free or high enough in the ranks to keep going with my plans so it doesnt really matter.'

"So you do care for your people," he sneered. "With that attitude, it never crossed my mind." He turned his right blade slightly so the flat of it was against the guards neck. "Go on ahead," he commanded. 'Not going to let them be close if negotiations break down.' The guard stepped forward a few steps, out of reach for the other's weapon.

Seth did the same with the other guard, letting both blades fall to his side, turning them so they faced the opposite direction in a non-threatening yet guarded manner. He kept his insolent stance though, refusing to submit to this 'Queen.'
 
Jorge and Alejandro both walked their way to the latter's car. Both of them entering the car, a Mercedes-Benz, Alex was the first to speak. "So, what brings you to LA?"

Jorge responded, "Eh, I've been busy enough back home in Brasilla, my dad pulled some strings to let me vacation here."

"Cool, looks like I can get to show you a good time." Jorge started the car and sped off out of the airport.

Jorge looked out on the sights, It was just as Alex said, the city was beautiful, a Rio de Janiero in the United States. Traveling down the famous streets in the middle of Hollywood, Jorge couldn't take his eyes off the sights.

"Impressed, aren't you?"

"Man, this is some fancy place you live in."

"You haven't seen anything yet, buddy. My house isn't too far out." With that, the pair headed out to Alejandro's home.
 
Raster Evans walked down a dark alley in the dirty streets of LA. He was guided by a skinny man who held a flashlight. "Here?" the thin man asked him.

"Sure sure," Raster replied with a tired grin.

At once the strange man had begun to stare deep into his eyes lovingly. It was all Raster could do to do the same, he hid his knife securely up his sleeve. "This is the perfect spot."

He began to lean in and the othe man followed in suit, quivering. In a flash, Raster's dagger cut through the flesh on the man's neck, leaving him chocking on his own blood. Letting the man fal to the ground, Raster shoved his hands in the man's pocket pulling out an ID and a wallet. He smiled hapily at the ID, he had access now to what he wanted. Gazing over at the wallet he pocketed it and took out a match box from his own snowy white coat pocket. Lighting it and then letting it drop on the body, Raster walked out into the bustling city gazing at one building in particular, we was getting what he wanted.

He walked four blocks in the rain humming to himself. He threw the dagger away into a trash bin on the way until he found the large towering building. It was a corporation. He wanted control of it and all of it's weapon supply. He would also take it's soldiers. "It's almost time." he said as he walked slowly towards the building.
 
"You underestimate the depths that I would go for the Swords," said Cassidy, extending her right arm and summoning a shuriken to her hand.

She threw it towards him, but smiled wickedly when it landed just a few inches away from his feet. The shuriken faded in a small blinding light barely moments later and returned to her hand again. The Queen was wearing that same wicked, curved smile on her face her guards were used to seeing. She was so used to toying with whoever was brought before her, even her own guards. It was to keep them on their toes if anything.

A plan was forming in Cassidy's mind already. If she could get Seth to join, it wouldn't be silly to place him as her almost-equal. However, the ritual would still have to be performed. She had to go through this herself and admittedly enough, it wasn't that brutal. The knowledge of the ongoing conflict had seeped into her brain like butter smoothed over bread. Whatever interior motive Seth had, Cassidy knew she could counter-attack it with anything that she had planned already. He would submit to her. The horrors of the conflict would make him seriously dedicated himself to the Swords.

He would not be disloyal.

He would not fail her.

"If you're serious about becoming my second in command, then I understand that alone," she said, taking a few steps towards him.

The guards by her throne remained where they were. She cocked her head to the side as if she were examining him.

"You have to understand the welcoming process, Seth. It is not to be taken lightly, nor are you to underestimate the factions out there. There is an ongoing conflict between us all. Since you are, of course, possessing an arcana like myself, then perhaps there is already the need to underestimate them. But even so, they could possess them as well. There is a lot to consider here ..."

She looked at one of the guards that Seth had attacked earlier. He nodded his head and bowed it low before proceeding to leave the room. Cassidy looked back at Seth, her eyes still bearing that same red colour. It may have seemed that they only appeared when her temper flared, but there were other separate occasions they decided to come out to play and intimidate whoever was in her presence.

"Seth, you have to understand that joining the Swords is a very important and, sometimes, complicated process," she spoke once more. "By joining us and even taking on a high ranking position, you are swearing your allegiance to us for such a long time ... years, decades. Perhaps the rest of your life. Even I had to go through the ceremony."

The guard returned. He was holding a small rectangular object in his hand that was covered by a violet velvet cover.

Cassidy looked at Seth, that little smile now completely erased from her face. Her red eyes glanced at the guards around her. The three of them stood in a triangle around her, Seth and the guard holding the object.

"The ceremony will begin shortly, unless you're going to try and escape now?" she asked, half seriously and half mockingly.
 
Seth watched the shuriken fly, uninterested in whatever this woman was trying to do. He saw it stick into the ground only as few feet from him. It was impossible that she would know; even if it had stabbed him, he wouldnt have felt it. Any normal person would be crying as the blood trickled down their arms from reopened wounds.

In his own mind though he saw flashes of what could have been what would have been in the next universe over. The shuriken would have hit him and he would calmly pull it out, not a single sign of pain. Only the sound of his blood dripping onto the floor.

His mind snapped back to his universe. His own darkened eyes followed the movements of the 'Queen' and her guards. "Why would I escape? I have exactly what I want," he smirked, dematerializing his swords. 'And now, I have an underground organization at my whim. Such a turn of fate,' he thought.

He glanced at the Wheel of Fortune card on the tapestry. In his eyes it was spinning. Slowly it stopped, landing on a fire symbol. 'How appropriate. The old world order will go up in flames.'
 
"At least you haven't disappointed me yet," said Cassidy ruthlessly in such a mocking and cold tone of voice.

She took note that his swords had faded once again. At least there wouldn't have to be any cleaning up this time. The last person who tried escaping made a bloody mess and her guards had decreased in numbers. They had risen since then, but she did not want Seth escaping. No, Cassidy knew that he was a rare talent such as herself. To end the conflict that had been going on for years, she would need all the power that she could get. Seth may have seen that she was compassionate and commanding over her faction, but there were so many sides to her personality that were yet to be revealed to him.

Cassidy glanced at the violet velvet cover, which concealed the rectangular object. Her eyes turning red once more, she took the object from the guard. He bowed down out of loyalty and pain. Hs hands had been scorched by what he had been holding. But when the Queen held it in her hands, she was unharmed. There was a recognition in her eyes. She knew what this was, all right. She threw the velvet cover at one of the guards, who caught it immediately. It was a small black book.

"Those who possess the Major Arcana cannot be harmed by this," Cassidy explained to Seth. "It's only right that we're the rightful heirs to the positions of great power and dominate those who are ... feeble."

She walked towards Seth, an emotionless expression fixed upon her face. Her red eyes burned into hers. Perhaps for the first time, the Queen of the Swords was serious about something.

"I endured the ritual myself ... the Book of Nero recognises you not only as a member of the Swords, but one with great power. It sees your potential, commits you to the faction. But the Book fills you with the knowledge of the conflict, prepares you for what may come. All you have to do is touch it."

Cassidy held the book out in her open hands, knowing that the end of the conflict would be coming soon.
 
OOC: Ok I am at San Francisco. Now I don't know how to get in contact with my faction. I am currently at a bar (any bar), having a drink...

IOC:
It has been several weeks since Mark's father passed away. Mark has moved on to a new apartment in San Francisco after being contacted by a law firm interested in his "unbelievable" winning streak. Having a record of 30-1, his only loss against his late father, Mark was known as the Midas of Laws seeming he could pull out a victory regardless of the odds being against or with him. Mark now was entering the building of the most successful law firm of San Francisco, his father's former law firm. Back in the past Mark had constantly avoided working for his father again but seeing that he was not the "man-in-charge", he saw little reasons to avoid taking control of his father's legacy. As he awaited patiently in the elevator, Mark could not avoid pulling the "athame" (athame: a dagger used in wiccan rituals) his father left him in his deathbed. The dagger was simple, had a black hilt with a strange black orb on the pommel. The blade was serpentine and black, barely being larger than 8 inches. He kept it either under his coat or inside his briefcase as a lucky charm, much like his father did in the past.

"I guess this makes me undefeated again seeing that the only person who managed to beat me once is...dead" Mark grinned coldly as he stared at the dagger.

A few hours later, having successfully taken control of his father's former law firm, Mark found himself wandering aimlessly the streets of San Francisco pondering on the true origin of the dagger as well as the reasons why it brought so many victories to his father. Suddenly a voice echoed deep within his head. At first, Mark thought he was being called by someone but soon realized that the voice came from within. Completely freaked out and believing that he shouldn't have drunk so early, Mark began to ignore the calling.

"Just my luck, now I am going psychotic." Mark sighed as he leaned his back against a lamp post. -"Hearing voices in mid-day? If anyone knew this... I would be sent straight to a madhouse. Maybe is just my mind playing tricks. Besides, it's just a lucky charm. A very exotic looking charm indeed but still an object. What kind of mystical power could this have? I realize I sound stupid thinking all of this. I need a drink..." -Cole kept pondering on the origins of the dagger as he headed towards a nearby bar. As he sat near the counter, the bartender approached him asking what he was going to drink. -"Scotch, three of ice...now"- Mark responded in a very monotonous tone. Suddenly an astonishingly gorgeous woman sat next to Mark. She was blond, green eyes and smooth white skin wearing a red dress which did little in hiding her curvilinear body. She had a beautiful mouth... He noticed her playful occasional staring as he ignored her completely. Eventually she made the first approach. At first, Mark was annoyed...but then he was starting to give into his lustful ways.
 
'A book that causes others harm? Wonder if it would work on me?' Out of the corner of his vision Seth saw the guard on his knees. 'Such loyalty. A shame I can't get that naturally.'

"A conflict? I guess if the motif is to continue that would be with the Wands, Cups, and Pentacles. Based on that I can assume there is a counterpart in reality to each of the major arcana. My Tower, whatever you have, and close to twenty more. Easily worldwide." There was a sinister look on his face as he thought of what he could do with who he had under his control.

"So then, it won't hurt me? Would it anyway?" He smiled, placing his full hand on the cover of the book.
 
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Alejandro's Mercedes rode up into the driveway of his house, and both he and Jorge came out of the car. Alejandro's house was typical of that of a Beverly Hills house. It was big, bigger than any house Alex had ever seen, besides his dad's of course.

"Come in, let me show you the grand tour." Alejandro said, getting out of the car, Jorge followed suit and together they entered the house.

OOC: Sorry for short post, but I'm just posting to show I'm still in this.
 
"The major arcana I possess is called the Star," said Cassidy, putting Seth's mind at ease.

She was not about to reveal how she had acquired it, its true power ... nothing. However, she was surprised by his knowledge of the conflict. But Cassidy was not about to get into these fussy details; she would discuss matters further with Seth much later.

"The Book does not harm those who possess their major arcana," she said in response to his rhetorical question. It felt like she was repeating herself, but she wanted her point to get across once more. However, her strict nature soon came when a guard entered the room and bowed down her. "How dare you interrupt me! What is the meaning of this?" Her tone was harsh, but calm and collected.

"Forgive me, Queen," he said. "But this is the utmost importance. We have a confirmed sighting of an individual possessing a major arcana."

Cassidy remained calm, seeing this as an opportunity to lure them in. Her red eyes returned to their normal colour once again. Her optimism returned, having been dampened by the situation regarding Seth. But there was a new hope. With Seth by her side and possibly someone else, they could have been unstoppable. After all, it was rumoured that the other factions only had one major arcana. The passion for the conflict returned in her eyes.

"Seth, if you could kindly immerse yourself with the knowledge of what I requested you to receive," Cassidy spoke, turning towards him. "Open your mind to the Book and that knowledge will flow in your mind. I think that we could be finally making a move."

Then she turned back to the guard.

"Prepare my best guards. Seth and I will be with you shortly."

As the guards left with the one that informed her of the sighting, Cassidy looked back at Seth.

"Did the knowledge overwhelm you or were you able to handle it?" she asked half mockingly and half worriedly.
 
Karmen sneezed.

Sitting quite calmly in a casino, watching over the many games, as he awaited word from the leader of the Cups, his Queen. Though he was pretty lazy, and for the most part was late for meetings, he decided against being late this time: he had a reputation as second-in-command, after all. He would, normally, be searching for the meeting place, however, even with the fates on his side, he probably wouldn't find it: he wasn't at all familiar with Salt Lake City.

A voice spoke up in his head after that comment, and he closed his eyes and could literally picture a man, the epitomy of gambling, looking cross.

I take offense to that statement.
Why do you take offense to the truth?
It's my job to bend the truth. It hurts when you come right out like that.
Then how did I win in our game?
... I'm done here. Let me know when our glorious Queen lets us know where we are going.

Such is the life of Karmen Starr, the Second-of-Command of the Cups, wielder of the Major Arcana Wheel of Fortune, and gambler extraordinaire.

OOC: I made it so Karmen awaits word from our Queen, Vikki.
 
"What do you take me for? Did you think that I would lose my mind? Some would say I already lost it." Seth allowed a smile at that. It was true enough. There had been many people through his life that thought he should have been incarcerated in a mental hospital. Yet time and time again, he proved them wrong.

As it was, most of it was elaboration on what he had begun to suspect. If anything it was the sheer amount of it. "So there's another arcana? I suppose this will be the first time I use my silver under geas."
 
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