Artifact Rescue (Wyatt and Penelope) - Eternal City RP2024-03-28T11:23:26Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topics/artifact-rescue-wyatt-and-penelope?commentId=6610746%3AComment%3A427735&feed=yes&xn_auth=noAbraxos Bradford.
The color i…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2024-03-02:6610746:Comment:4373362024-03-02T14:58:21.769Z✓ Wyatt Brookeshttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/WyattBrookes
<p>Abraxos Bradford.</p>
<p>The color instantly drained from his face. Wyatt stilled completely and every bit of anger and annoyance at the asshole in front of him vanished as his mind went wholly blank. His gaze lowered to the floor, darting back and forth while he reeled himself back in and tried to work out what was just said. That bastard had destroyed more lives than he could count including two of the most important people in his world and killing another that was like a father to him. He…</p>
<p>Abraxos Bradford.</p>
<p>The color instantly drained from his face. Wyatt stilled completely and every bit of anger and annoyance at the asshole in front of him vanished as his mind went wholly blank. His gaze lowered to the floor, darting back and forth while he reeled himself back in and tried to work out what was just said. That bastard had destroyed more lives than he could count including two of the most important people in his world and killing another that was like a father to him. He was supposed to be dead. Unless... maybe a powerful artifact of resurrection or some deal with a dark diviner to bring him ba- No. No, Abraxos Bradford was dead and Wyatt wasn't going to put any weight into any other theory. Yet.</p>
<p><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/09/9f/28/099f283361e493718ba79f48306f9e73.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/09/9f/28/099f283361e493718ba79f48306f9e73.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-left"/></a>His widened eyes swung to Penelope the moment hers turned to find him. He could see she had been just as thrown as he was from the admission. Listening to her, he stayed firmly in place as she waved off what Fred had told them. She too apparently didn't believe what he was saying or at least didn't show that she did in front of their new guest. It was the hand to play, given the fact that the serum was still working its way through Fred's system. There must've been someone else out there using Abraxos's name, knowing it would strike horror into Penelope, given that he'd murdered her parents. </p>
<p>Wyatt felt a swell of satisfaction watching Penny send a shock of searing pain through Fred. He could see the asshole's teeth chatter, his muscles seizing. Still, Fred pushed through the pain for a moment to send a death warning her way at the hands of this imposter. It was all the energy he could muster up as drool leaked from the corner of his mouth and he toppled over backward finally into unconsciousness. Wyatt hadn't realized he was clenching his fists tightly at his sides with the need to hit Fred again or hit anything in the general vicinity of where he stood until Penelope took his arm to usher them out of the cell.</p>
<p>He blinked to let the boiling anger vanish as they came into the hall and moved away from earshot. Wyatt let his head fall backward and pushed out a breath through his nose, his eyes closed to collect himself. He immediately shook his head in agreement of Penelope's first words to him. "He's not." The words were firm and final. They had to be in order for him to truly believe it and hopefully her as well. The alternative... "No, no, a tracker will be too obvious. I'm sure whoever he's working for would look."</p>
<p>Wyatt let his focus finally fall on her. He could see her shaking. The pulsing of magic around her danced chaotically. The Archives answered in turn, his head swiveling to watch as it began to go on the defensive, the audible sounds of locks clicking and turning in the distance while it worked to protect itself from its own keeper. </p>
<p>"Hey," Wyatt calmly began, reaching out to squeeze her upper arms and then cupping her face with both hands. "Look at me." His hues searched hers, though the red tint that circled her normally soft green eyes seemed to be swirling. "We got this. Don't let whoever this is throw you off your game. Whatever they were up to, they failed in their first move, right?" He nodded over his shoulder toward the cells. "That asshat didn't get whatever it was he was sent after and we're a step closer to finding who has his leash." His thumbs stroked her cheeks softly. "We just have to keep our heads and figure out our next move, okay?" </p>
<p>His face lifted slightly to glance absentmindedly towards the rest of the massive library behind them, his thoughts spinning. "Maybe we can find something else that could help," he commented quietly to himself mostly. An expansive collection of magical artifacts. If this person was after something specific here or Penelope or both, they could find something within these walls in retaliation too. Wyatt's attention moved back to her, his hands falling down to rest on her shoulders. "We good?"</p> ✧ Artifact Rescue✧Penelope…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2024-02-12:6610746:Comment:4373122024-02-12T00:08:11.724Z✓ Penelope Winstonhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/PenelopeWinston
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</center> Taking a few steps back, Wyat…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2023-05-18:6610746:Comment:4369032023-05-18T02:00:32.218Z✓ Wyatt Brookeshttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/WyattBrookes
<p>Taking a few steps back, Wyatt flexed his fingers and worked out the now dull pain in his knuckles after punching Fred with a great deal of satisfaction. Seeing that he was the cause of Fred's split lip was the cherry on top. He took another sip from his bottle and waited while Penelope coaxed the truth potion down their prisoner's throat. Oddly enough, he didn't put up much of a fight which made Wyatt's brow lift. Normally, most people wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea of being forced…</p>
<p>Taking a few steps back, Wyatt flexed his fingers and worked out the now dull pain in his knuckles after punching Fred with a great deal of satisfaction. Seeing that he was the cause of Fred's split lip was the cherry on top. He took another sip from his bottle and waited while Penelope coaxed the truth potion down their prisoner's throat. Oddly enough, he didn't put up much of a fight which made Wyatt's brow lift. Normally, most people wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea of being forced to drink something unknown while being held against their will, but it was almost like Fred knew what it was in that vial and <em>wanted </em>to spill his guts when it came to what it was he and his co-conspirators were up to. He was so fucking smug that he probably would've folded in telling them whatever they asked eventually just because he was so proud of it all.</p>
<p>Wyatt waited as the first question was asked. It was one he was dying to know as well, but the answer that came their way made his jaw relax, his lips parting slightly from the surprise. His eyes cut over to Pen momentarily at this revelation before looking back to Fred who continued on. His words made Wyatt's fist clench again as anger blurred his vision. Normally, he was very good at covering his tracks when it came to finding any magical artifacts and bringing them back safely to the Archives. How would Fred even know Wyatt would be the one to watch when it came to finding Penelope?</p>
<p>Perhaps a client? His mind drifted away for moment while he tried to remember all the people who had hired him recently to find something or maybe whomever he might've <em>procured</em> an item from. Maybe it somehow tracked back to him and they knew the Archives would be a place diviners from the area would store their things which would in turn lead to possibly finding Pen. He internally cursed at himself. </p>
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11129075853?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11129075853?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-right"/></a>Though he'd been concentrating more on backtracking where he might've been found out, Wyatt's mind whipped back into full focus with Fred's last statement. The clenched fist had found its target again as he crossed the space, connecting with the human's nose, and knocking him sideways once more. Sure, there were plenty of magical offensive strikes he could use against Fred, but there was nothing like hitting someone with a closed fist who truly deserved it. "Keep it up, smart ass, and it won't be just my right hook marking up that pretty face of yours." </p>
<p>Wyatt glanced over to Penelope who seemed at a loss just then. They wanted the truth and now they were getting it, however difficult it might be to hear. "So you were hired. By whom?" The diviner's eyes began to glow a dim and threatening bright blue as indication that all the colorful commentary wasn't necessary, lest Fred wanted to graduate from getting punched to creative magical attacks. </p> ✧ Artifact Rescue✧Wyatt lea…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2023-03-11:6610746:Comment:4351242023-03-11T01:50:30.953Z✓ Penelope Winstonhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/PenelopeWinston
<center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/409b4480d48ca02bc41b40d9efbc0415/b89417d1aff2272e-62/s640x960/605ce7654a2081317804bf106b590200d7b09e79.jpg" style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;"></img> <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/32ba3b35df947aebf5ed91ad8c36db14/tumblr_inline_p7gvzj9oxA1rm1yz6_250.gif" style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;"></img> <img src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56000fe2e4b05e6e3887d5c4/1633646983022-M61WK707WD81A8GFAFKD/unsplash-image-AM7icIpCxyY.jpg" style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;"></img> <br></br> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #bc8b69; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #bc8b69;">✧ Artifact Rescue✧</span><br></br><div style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #bc8b69;">Wyatt learned quickly after meeting her that she would do this, go down mutter holes of theorizing what was going on whether it…</div>
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<center><img style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 20px 20px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/409b4480d48ca02bc41b40d9efbc0415/b89417d1aff2272e-62/s640x960/605ce7654a2081317804bf106b590200d7b09e79.jpg"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 230px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 15px 8px 9.5px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/32ba3b35df947aebf5ed91ad8c36db14/tumblr_inline_p7gvzj9oxA1rm1yz6_250.gif"/><img style="outline: 1px solid #bc8b69; width: 150px; height: 150px; outline-offset: 4px; margin: 4.5px 11px 8px 15px; float: center; margin-center: 10px; object-fit: cover;" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56000fe2e4b05e6e3887d5c4/1633646983022-M61WK707WD81A8GFAFKD/unsplash-image-AM7icIpCxyY.jpg"/> <br/> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #bc8b69; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #bc8b69;">✧ Artifact Rescue✧</span><br/><div style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 15px; font-style: arial; text-align: Left; color: #bc8b69;">Wyatt learned quickly after meeting her that she would do this, go down mutter holes of theorizing what was going on whether it something as minor as a spell to as drastic of what was happening now. They truly had an understanding of one another, it was why he was her best friend. She knew in the end she could come to him in her spiraling moments and he would help her through them even if doing so was just sitting there and listening to her ramble on, and on. Right at this moment she was clearly lost in a spiral with all the information she had learned.<br/><br/> She could see the confusion on Wyatt's face when she finally focused back on his face leaving behind the memories of theories she spewed out. “Children have been created for many things if you think about it. Many have made children to keep alliances strong, or to make a stronger bloodline. In the grand scheme of things, gaining a child to have access to all of this.” She turned in a circle with her arms held out gesturing to the hall around them. “Maybe extreme but the means would meet the end.”<br/><br/> She dropped her arms and folded them over one another, leaving out the self deprecation she could say on why option number two was most likely the real reason. “I would have to agree with you though, my former cover had done a lot of different things that gained many enemies, Though I had hoped the name change and the fact I rarely leave here would make it hard for me to be found.” She sighed heavily in that moment thinking upon many things she knew her coven did, and that was just a fraction of probably all the things they had really done to others. “Also I will take the sword happily if it ends up being the first choice no matter how micro the chance may be.”<br/><br/> Penelope watched Wyatt as he moved over Fred watching him punch him as hard as he could, she couldn’t help but give a small smile. Wyatt really would try his best to keep her safe. She moved over, taking hold of Fred's face she opened his mouth and poured the potion down his throat and clamped his mouth shut rubbing her hand along his throat to force the liquid down it. He would either swallow the potion or drown either option was more than okay with.<br/><br/> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8b2ed527cd9c03d86b218056c8b75c04/tumblr_inline_odp4qtJaxc1t6dlp2_500.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8b2ed527cd9c03d86b218056c8b75c04/tumblr_inline_odp4qtJaxc1t6dlp2_500.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>After what she felt was more than enough time she pulled her hand away and watched Fred come to focus on her. She moved to the corner of the cell and looked at him. “How did you find me?” Penelope started.<br/><br/> Fred gave a chuckle as he looked over to Wyatt and then back to her, “Your Mate here.” He nodded his head to Wyatt. “Or is he your lapdog?” He questioned. “Running around collecting items to bring back to this magical archive.” He snorted. “He led me right to you.”<br/><br/> Penelope gave a confused look to Wyatt before looking back to Fred. “What do you want?”<br/><br/> Fred gave a roll of his eyes, “I want nothing, I mean I was hired for a job. Figured I would get a good screw out of it and some other things but you are rather a prude.” Penelope's face changed into that of shock at his words mainly because she couldn’t remember their time together. She needed to ask another question but her brain was thrown into a whirled wind of trying to remember him.</div>
</center> Her mind was on a roll and he…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2023-02-16:6610746:Comment:4344582023-02-16T00:39:35.344Z✓ Wyatt Brookeshttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/WyattBrookes
<p>Her mind was on a roll and he didn't know what she was even talking about for most of it. Penelope had told him bits of her past. The really important events and parts that truly mattered to understand where she'd come from and what happened to her and of course her father. Wyatt never pushed for more than that. He knew it was something she wanted left in the past and he was happy to oblige knowing exactly what it was like to not want to relive horrible moments of one's life. He had his fair…</p>
<p>Her mind was on a roll and he didn't know what she was even talking about for most of it. Penelope had told him bits of her past. The really important events and parts that truly mattered to understand where she'd come from and what happened to her and of course her father. Wyatt never pushed for more than that. He knew it was something she wanted left in the past and he was happy to oblige knowing exactly what it was like to not want to relive horrible moments of one's life. He had his fair share of those tucked away into the dark recesses of his always occupied brain.</p>
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10968047695?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10968047695?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="300" class="align-left"/></a>Time traveler thing? Nope, he was definitely lost by then. Wyatt was silent, letting her work through all her theories. He knew quite well it was best to let someone talk everything out sometimes to get it out of their brain and released into the world to better sort it out. Make more sense of it. Of course, that didn't mean he was able to keep up with it all either. So he waited, taking it in anyway and storing it away in case something came to light that could be tied to her thinking later on. All of the appropriate reactions passed over his features to coincide with this as well, but mostly it was just that of confusion.</p>
<p>The part he did understand real well was her point to make him talk. He was definitely on board for that by whatever means were necessary at this point. He took a swig of the beer as she listed off her two theories, the first making him choke on the drink, forcing him to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve as bits of the liquid attempted to escape. "A baby?! Seems a little extreme, Pen. Talk about playing the long game. Nah, my money is on number two. Whether it's directly from him or someone else he's working with. I'd bet my <span>Tang jade sword on it," Wyatt chimed in, eyeing the potion as it was brought over and smirking at her question for him. "Hmm, I'd like to have a moment to persuade him beforehand if that's good with you."</span></p>
<p><span>He grabbed his beer and followed Penelope through the halls until reaching the cells. "Oh, he'll talk. One way or the other." Fred still remained with his legs crossed and in his meditative position, a smug grin sitting on his face. Once the entry was made open for Wyatt, the prisoner's eyes opened and looked up towards the diviner who wound back to punch him in the face. Fred toppled over out of the seated position and spit the blood that came from his lip. Wyatt shook out his hand and smirked. "Okay, I'm good. Give him the potion."</span></p> ✧ Artifact Rescue✧
Pene…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2023-01-13:6610746:Comment:4341422023-01-13T02:38:46.133Z✓ Penelope Winstonhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/PenelopeWinston
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Penelope had to admit she was thankful that Wyatt was there in that moment to keep her grounded, she would be spiraling out of control if she was alone. She felt her mind spinning in confusion, she was sure there was a thread connecting all of this. She just couldn’t see it past herself. Maybe Wyatt would bring a fresh pair of eyes to the surface of this all and dive into a better answer besides the one that was forming in her mind. An eerie one or two hypotheses had started to connect. She met his gaze, the swirl of confusion in her red haze as the ghost-like versions of her still moved about the hall collecting the data from the deeper sections. One she sent to look out for the items she had added into the hall out of place. <br/>
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Nothing was coming back, and the ominous feeling settled into her chest. She sucked in on her teeth for a moment as she thought of his question. “Well that isn’t overly true, All the females of the coven would go out to mate. Some had looser tongues than others. Do I think they were exactly talking about me, probably not. The chances are low. That doesn’t mean that they are not there though.” She mumbled to herself looking at him, without really seeing him. “There is also the possibility that someone was watching the coven because it was reaching a point of danger with the amount of dark diviners and the magical energy could be cut with a knife.” she muttered out as theories kept rearing their ugly head. “And we can’t rule out the whole time traveler thing.” <br/>
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Her mumbled theories came to an end when Wyatt said he spoke to Free, Her gaze snapped into focus and it was solely on him. “Hmm, well I would assume he is human, since he used me as a pawn against you but that we would have to confirm it using blood. He is in a cell that would take away any powers he may have. Can’t risk a fire initia getting pissed off and setting the place a blaze.” She moved to finish the piece of pizza even though she didn’t really feel hungry anymore. She had to force herself to eat or she wouldn’t do so at all and risk passing out or over extending herself and causing her to be down for the count.<br/>
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<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d0a66cdd43304cb3d8128ab80484914/118cab344fbe0595-e6/s400x600/d61fcf1b2f03ce3b5c831e8d962a192b67f7056b.gif" class="align-right" style=" width: 250px;"/>“Fred using me as a pawn while being a proxy himself is a rather interesting point.” She said as she stood up moving to place the book down on the table. “Fred isn’t his name, that I am sure of.” She gave a slow smirk towards Wyatt, “Why use the helm when we can use so many other things locked away here that will bring his nightmares to life.” The look on her face was dark and twisted, it was the face Penelope had often when she went by Monica. “We can make him talk, with a potion of truth though.” the dark twisted look faded as she blinked it away. “I have two hypotheses to add to him being a pawn. 1) He knows about the hall being held by a Winston and knows I am the end of the blood line and could want a child to gain easy access. 2) Could be a part of a coven my coven took down and is seeking revenge.” <br/>
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After finishing a drink and a spectral version of herself appeared with a vial of truth potion she looked to Wyatt. “So do you want me to hold off on this?” she shook the Vial. “So you can get a few hits in?” She chuckled before turning to walk off in the direction of the Cells. She reached into one of the displays and pulled out a dagger. “Incase.” She said in that dark tone looking at the two tone blade that started to glow burning hot on one side and frost built on the other side. “He will talk.” she said darkly once again her eyes turning a deep red then normal. “Maybe he is trying to end me, with me breaking my oath to the light.” She whispered that part before continuing the path to the cells.<br />
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</center> "What I miss? Find anything?"…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2023-01-10:6610746:Comment:4342162023-01-10T16:51:41.658Z✓ Wyatt Brookeshttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/WyattBrookes
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10928618070?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-left" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10928618070?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200"></img></a> "What I miss? Find anything?" he asked coming back into the room and seeing Penelope focused on the inventory book in front of her. He slid the boxes across the table and sat down, pulling the oil stained lid of one open to grab another of the slices. Pen seemed even more confused then when she went hurrying from the room…</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Wyatt looked up as she explained her thinking on the commonality of the items that were gone. He took a large bite of the pizza and considered her words. This did seem very personal to Penelope or her family, but it still didn't yield any actual clues for them to go on. His attention shot from the log to Pen as she mentioned her former name. He hadn't heard her use it since the first time they'd met and he'd had to explain who he was to Winston and the Archives once the former Head had passed. Hearing it out loud almost felt as if breaking a pact of secrecy between them to let it out in the open even though it was only the two of them there. It was like speaking of an entire past life of hers which made him go down a road that only seemed logical.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"That's it, though. It has to be someone from your previous life. Before you came here to Evermore." He brushed off his hands to remove the crumbs of the crust and grabbed another beer. "There's no one else that knows about what happened except those of your prior coven, right? And me, obviously," he popped open the cap as he continued thinking out loud, taking a sip as his thoughts formed. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"I spoke with Fred," he admitted more quietly and glanced over to Penelope. "He's acting rather cocky despite his current lack of freedom. Like he's waiting for you to realize what's happening. The bastard taunted me, well, you." Wyatt's eyes lowered to the book again while the puzzle pieces tried to fall into a place where he could see the larger picture. "Fred's human, right? He wouldn't have been in or known about your coven. Maybe he's working for someone who does because that person would be recognized by you if they showed themselves. Someone from the coven or those who had dealings with it." He stood, taking another slice of the pizza and feeling more than a little motivated to make Fred talk now by whatever means necessary. Penelope's past had been matters of life and death, including that of her father, his mentor. If this had to do with her family and by extension his because of what she and her father meant to him, he was not going to be patient much longer. "We need to get him talking. Bring the helm and put it on if it'll make it sooner or I'll give him some painful incentive to tell us what he knows."</span></p> ✧ Artifact Rescue✧
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Wyatt did know how to make Penelope snort a laugh like a pig happily swirling in mud. “Oh but I have dreams of that sweet ass. How dare you crush my dreams.” she joked back, the lightness he brought to her was comforting in a world full of such uncertainty in a world filled with such darkness threatening to take over. She needed him now more than ever, and she was glad she didn’t have to express that. She felt like the more she went through the Archives the more she had let her father down. In all his years being the leader of the Archives he never had anything stolen from under his nose according to all his journals she had read more than once at this point. He was an utter perfectionist and she was nothing of the sort.<br/>
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She needed to crush this worry hoping that the spell book was in one of the other student rooms. She hoped that a diviner had it or even if they took it out of the archives it would be okay. Yet if Fred or someone else had taken it, was it a target on her? Or on the Archives? She wondered as she rushed about the hall using the ring on her finger to enhance her speed around the students room. Nothing, not a whiff of the book anywhere. “Go check the rooms with things I have created specifically.” She said to one the transparent versions of her as she slowly started to make her way back to the area that they would eat together.<br/>
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Taking a bite from the piece of pizza chewing it slowly as the gears in her brain grinded away. “I am not sure if this has to do with the archives, or me. Yet in the end they are one in the same really. Maybe this is an attack on the Winston name. But the spell book was my first one I wrote while I was learning dark magic. When I was Monica Yates. How would someone know me as both? Know that book was mine?” She took another bite as she rolled her head back to stare up at the roof in thought. The other things that had gone missing were an orb of darkness, A ring of speed reading, and a Necklace of invisibility. “What the fuck is going on.” A rare curse left her lips as she held the half eaten slice haphazardly.<br />
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<p>"There will be no going inside of me!" he protested. "No matter how much you want this sweet ass." His eyes glanced over the list to all the things that were marked off as being here still which was relieving, but they had a whole lot more to go. A whole lot more. Maybe the projections weren't such a bad idea. They needed all hands on deck for this and those hands were limited to just them for the time being. It wasn't like everyone in the coven was allowed to wander around this part of the…</p>
<p>"There will be no going inside of me!" he protested. "No matter how much you want this sweet ass." His eyes glanced over the list to all the things that were marked off as being here still which was relieving, but they had a whole lot more to go. A whole lot more. Maybe the projections weren't such a bad idea. They needed all hands on deck for this and those hands were limited to just them for the time being. It wasn't like everyone in the coven was allowed to wander around this part of the Archives. There were too many dangerous items around. There were also a lot of tempting ones too. Not that they didn't trust the whole of their brethren, but sometimes those artifacts would call out in a trance-like fashion which could be disastrous. It was why Winston only trusted him and Malva, but also because if anything should go awry, he knew exactly where to look first.</p>
<p><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10897120681?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10897120681?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="300" class="align-right"/></a>Wyatt noted her face of concern that still didn't seem to wane. "Come on, spill it," he persisted until she revealed that a beginner's spell book was missing. He shrugged, not really giving it second thought. "Prob a noob who is just learning the ropes. Some kid who just went through the ceremony and figured out if they were light or dark." He continued glancing to the list to see what was next until the so-called doorbell rang. "Finally." Before he could even offer to be the one to grab it, Penelope was off in a rush. "Uh.. okay." His brow forwarded in confusion as he watched her hurry out towards the common area where all the other diviners were before looking to the projections about the space he was left with as they eerily stood frozen like floating, translucent puppets, waiting for their master. "Not creepy at all."</p>
<p>He put the beer down and jogged through the halls as the bell sounded again. "Honestly, dude, you don't realize how big this place is," he muttered to himself before reaching the side door as instructed. When he opened the door, Wyatt was more than a little surprised. "You're not a dude at all." The young teen girl stood there with a confused look, clearly annoyed at having to wait as long as she did for him to arrive. "Thanks." He gladly took the extra large pizzas that was hot to the touch and tipped her before turning to head back inside. The smell of the food was too enticing for him to wait and he carefully balanced the boxes while grabbing himself a slice and stuffing it in his watering mouth.</p>
<p>As the diviner made his way back to the lounge, he took an abrupt halt when he came to the hallway in which the cells were built into the building. The small magical jail was void of any residents minus the one they'd just captured. Fred sat on the floor completely still with his eyes closed as if in meditation. Perfectly unbothered with his current situation as a prisoner. Wyatt glared at the man. His green hues turned dark and he wondered if there was anything he could get out of him yet that didn't require magical force. "So, <em>Fred. </em>You ready to talk yet? Or does staying here until you rot sound like the ideal?"</p>
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<p>"Figured out what?" Wyatt suddenly felt a pit in his stomach.</p>
<p>Fred sneered, finally opening his eyes to meet Wyatt's. "I'll take that as a no. When she does, she'll know where to find me." His eyes closed once more as if to go back into the tranquil state which made the diviner's jaw grind in frustration.</p>
<p>He turned heading back towards the lounge as his mind went into overdrive. Something larger was at play here and it made his whole body tense not knowing the endgame to Fred's ultimate plan. They needed to finish going through the inventory if there was any hope of figuring out what it was Fred was after while in the Archives. </p> ✧ Artifact Rescue✧ Penelope…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2022-11-24:6610746:Comment:4337542022-11-24T05:04:08.510Z✓ Penelope Winstonhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/PenelopeWinston
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