Ashildr leaned against

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Ashildr leaned against

Ashildr leaned against the car, trying to keep up a calm facade while staring at her cell phone. She had gotten it precisely for this purpose, really: that when the time came, she would be able to lean against something, plug in her earbuds, and text like she was some high schooler in Starbucks.

Luckily, it was only about nine o'clock, and nobody was asleep at that time. Ashildr was able to have a very realistic conversation as she waited. Hey, Ash, what's up? U shud come over tomorrow: we're having spaghetti.

Nah, won't be able to make it. We're going to a movie.

Cool, which one?

Dad's an Emma Watson fanatic.

Say no more.

Well, at least she had appropriate friends.

"Honey, are you doing okay?" Ashildr looked up at the officer, who was bending slightly to be face to face with her. "I know this is rather traumatic for you."

"I'm fine," she replied, shrugging with a teenage air.

"Good. Then you won't mind if I ask a few questions."

"Fire away." She had prepared for this.

"What's your full name?"

"Aishling Luna O'Brien. I'm Irish."

"What about your father's?"

"Michael William O'Brien." That wasn't true. His name was Áed.

"Where were you two headed?"

"We were going to the movies in the strip mall up ahead, to see Beauty and the Beast." That was, technically speaking, true. They were going to hide in the movie theater.

"Thank you. I'll come back if I need to ask you anything else." Ashildr noticed the obvious lack of what happened? She, of course, had an answer ready, but it wasn't needed. The smashed driver's-side window, cowering daughter, and beaten father showed it all.

They hadn't made it. Somehow, their chasers had missed Ashildr, but there was still the matter of her father. Dead, the medics had said. Rediculous, Ashildr knew. All she had to do was get to him and everything would be fine.

Everyone there was very distracted. The flashing lights and CAUTION tape sent even the policemen into a panic. This was a small town; nothing like this had ever happened before, and there was only so much you could do. That made it much easier for Ashildr to sneak right up to her father's body and wrench his jaws open.

 "Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí," she whispered. "Ostende mihi vivit."

A thick white smoke billowed from her mouth and down his throat, spiralling and contracting, writhing as it entered its new host. But it soon billowed, overflowed, and poured out of his mouth again. "No. Impossible. Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí. Ostende mihi vivit. Ostende mihi vivit!"

No matter how many times she repeated the spell, it was painfully obvious.

Her father was dead.

 

Ashildr wrenched open the backseat door, crawling into the car and hefting out one of the cushions. There was a messenger bag there, smushed from being hidden so long, but ready if she ever had to flee. Ashildr snatched it up, slung it over her shoulder, and got out of the car again, sprinting into the woods.

When she was far enough away, she pulled out a flashlight from the bag and rummaged around for the notebook. That was the most important thing, bigger than even the map. If the notebook was not there, all was lost.

She breathed a sigh of relief as her hands closed around its hard leather surface, pulling out the brown-binded book and flipping it open. Her father's handwriting had not changed in thousands of years: it was still almost impossible to decipher. Still, she only needed to refresh her memory, not learn anything anew.

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THE CONTENTS OF THE NOTEBOOK

On your travels, you will encounter many creatures, and it is essential that you know how to recognize them, and battle them if need be. Know that all magical creatures are either immortal or undead, so the methods for defeating them must be followed to the letter. The rarities are from one to five, one being the rarest and five the most common. Please be careful, my darling. Remember, every magical creature can transform themselves to look human, so be alert at all times.

Species: Dragon

Rarity: 1 - there are many of us in this world, but almost all are hibernating and healing. I doubt you will come across another waking dragon on your travels.

Types: Riding (that is you, my dear - designed for others to fly on, red-scaled); hunting (as I am, made to seek out prey and capture it, blue-scaled); fighting (the most dangerous of all, I pray that you do not meet one of these vicious creatures on your quest, black-scaled); breeding (like your mother, made purely to keep the species alive. Beware - they have a violent streak, purple-scaled).

Powers: Fire-breathing, flight, impenetrability (do not let anyone get under your scales or you shall be truly doomed).

Identifying features: long, claw-like nails; wild hair; short build. It is possible they may show you their wings, but unlikely.

Weaknesses: If you ever find yourself fighting a dragon, get your claws under their scales before they get under yours. You are agile and quick, like all of your type; most other dragons are slow, but harder to breach the defenses of. Fighting dragons do not have scales on their stomachs, so if you do find yourself battling one, get under them. Just remember: this lack of scales makes them the quickest of the dragons, so beware.

Immortality: It is impossible to kill a dragon, as you know. But we can be mortally injured, and fall alseep to heal our wounds. This happened to you when you attempted to join the American Revolution, do you recall? You slept through much of the Western Expansion. Remember that dragons are one of the oldest species on this planet, and can come from as long ago as Ancient Greece.

 

Species: Pixie

Rarity: 5 - they normally travel in packs, and there are many around this world.

Types: Flying (Flying Pixies are often called fairies by the humans because of their wings and small shape); shape-shifting (one of the trickiest, as they use these powers to pass off as anything and then wreak havoc); spell-casting (the most dangerous, as they are tiny, powerful targets); boogieman (terrifying pixies, ones that prefer scaring humans as opposed to their other, prankster relatives).

Powers: Invisibility, changing their height (each type of pixie has a separate set of powers.)

Identifying features: A small, skinny build; short hair; freckles; a light, common laugh; pointed ears in some cases.

Weaknesses: All pixies cannot resist a good joke, and will fall over laughing; they especially appreciate slapstick. Flying Pixies' wings are incredibly delicate and can be harmed simply by touching them. If you can find a way to silence a Spell-Casting Pixie, they are completely harmless. Boogieman Pixies detest the light, especially sunlight.

Immortality: Pixies are easily confined, and it is difficult for them to escape almost any cage, but they cannot die, as they don't have blood in their veins or a heart to pump it. Remember that Pixies are generally not more than a few hundred years old, as they first started appearing in the sixteenth century.

 

Species: Mermaid

Rarity: 3

Types: Selkie (shifters, though they are limited to mer-shape, sea creature-shape, and human-shape), Siren (the most beautiful, with singing voices that will lure anyone towards them - but beware, for they are the singular carnivorous species of mermaid); Maiden (the ones most commonly seen by humans, and a completely useless breed in my opinion).

Powers: They do not breathe, resistance to pressure, inhuman strength, communication with sea creatures

Identifying features: Very long hair, an attachment to water, flirtatious nature,

Weaknesses: Mermaids dehydrate if they are out of the water too long, and become weak and susceptible. In order to shift into their creature-shape, Selkies need their skin (often a piece of clothing), and are stuck as a human/mermaid without it. Sirens admire voices as beautiful as theirs and will let you free if you impress them. Maidens are flirtatious and weak, though they have a tendancy to befriend other, stronger sea creatures - beware of those.

Immortality: Mermaids do not breathe, and therefore do not need lungs; they have no blood to react to pressure with. They can feel pain, but are not damaged by attacks. The best thing to do is render them incapable of whatever they are attempting. Remember that mermaids are creatures that first came about during the Reconaissance, though ones that old have generally retired to the middle of the ocean by this time.

 

Species: Vampire

Rarity: 4

Types: Pack (travel in groups and are very vicious when together. They are very loud and blend into crowds, trying to isolate groups to attack.); Lone (travel alone, very bloodthirsty. Usually hunt in small areas, blend in with the background, and attack singular people).

Powers: Turning into bats, knowing their exact location at all times, a limited teleportation, night vision

Identifying features: Overlarge canines, a goth dressing style, overly pale skin

Weaknesses: Vampires dislike garlic, and enough of it will make them hesitate before attacking you, though it is not the best weapon. They are not susceptible to holy water or crosses, so DO NOT USE THESE. Wooden stakes are the best, though they are also injured by silver. They detest sunlight, though it will not kill them, and lightbulbs/flashlights have no effect.

Immortality: Vampires are undead. They do not have blood, but they do have a heart. Piercing this heart will cause them to return to their grave - the time depends on the severity of the wound - before they can walk the Earth again. Remember that vampires average at about two hundred years old, though they first began appearing in the eighteenth century.

 

Species: Werewolf

Rarity: 3

Types: Hybrid (can turn into a wolf at will, generally very bloodthirsty and dangerous creatures even as humans); Moon (only turn into a wolf at the full moon, though they still have dangerous qualities as humans); Lycanthrope (can turn into a wolf at will, though also turn into one at the full moon; at this time they have no control over their actions, and tend to be rather docile otherwise).

Powers: Shifting into wolves, inhuman strength, inhuman agility, night vision

Identifying features: A lot of hair, scarring, a tall stature, sharp teeth

Weaknesses: Werewolves are injured by anything silver, and even touching it against them will make them cry out in pain. Other weapons don't even harm them, however. They detest getting wet and will avoid water at all costs.

Immortality: Werewolves can die. However, if you kill them, they are not destroyed; a hundred years after dying, they return as an Undead, and the only way to fend them off is returning them to their grave, similar to a vampire. Remember, werewolves can be ordinary humans with their lifespans, but once they die they can be hundreds of years old - I once meta 567-year-old Lycanthrope when I was searching for your mother.

 

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I actually get to talk now.

Okay, so, that was a big info dump, but please read it - everything there is important, and stuff you need to know. There's actually stuff I didn't even mention, which I will clarify in the actual writing when we get to that.

First things first. This is a solo write, not an RP. Sorry, everyone. However, in this solo write, I am requesting that you do not, actually, base your character off yourself. Design it like you would in an RP; make it anything you want. However, I need you to be REALLY SPECIFIC. I don't want to mess up anything while writing this, so I need as much info as possible on your charries.

As much as you needed to read, I had to write. I don't think I can stand writing another creature bio right now. So, if you notice that I'm missing an obvious one, poke me and I'll decide if I want to include it. Got another creature in mind? Give me the name and I'll decide if I want to have it there! If I do, I'll give you a bio for it - if not, you can choose one of the ones above, or request a different one.

I'll accept ten people in this, maybe a few more if I feel generous.

Here's the charrie sheet! Please keep the characteristics of your species in mind while filling it out. I'll correct you if something doesn't line up.

Name:

Age:

Species/Type:

Gender:

Appearance:

Clothing:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies:

Family:

Background:

 Other:

 

 

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(April 16, 2017 - 5:40 pm)

OMG I've been reading this... and I LOVE IT!!!

 

You are such a great author St. Owl. What happens next?! 

submitted by MelodicAuthor
(August 28, 2017 - 9:57 pm)

Glad you're back! Loving how you are developing Caspian's personality. I hope he and Sorrel have a happy ending! 

submitted by Rose bud
(August 29, 2017 - 9:15 pm)

I can't even remember the characters anymore... lol

submitted by St. Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(August 29, 2017 - 11:09 pm)

WHEN IS THE NEXT PART OUT

submitted by MelodicAuthor
(August 31, 2017 - 4:01 pm)

Well, whoever impersonated me did a terrible job of it. Moving on . . .

So, I decided to eventually post this, even though it's considerably shorter than all of my other parts. The problem with my writing ethic is, when I have a lot of free time, I usually don't spend it being productive or writing. During the school year, when I have less time to write, I enjoy it more and therefore do it more - thus the updates are fairly regular. But with a combination of Heart of the City and numerous TV shows, I've been distracted and haven't been writing as much. Therefore, I'm going to suspend this until school starts again for me - September 8. I'll probably write bits and pieces of it, though, so you shouldn't have a long wait for the next part once that happens.

And, yes, I actually do remember all the characters. Surprise surprise.

Part 9 - The Plot Thickens

When Nathaniel had signed up as a security guard for the Council of Mer-Management, he had seen a lot of things. The Calamari Rebellion of 1902 was certainly something to remember. The crab army in 1706 was pretty good too - there were so many of them, they enveloped the entire palace in their mass. And that time the terrified octopi stumbled into their village - well.

But never before had he heard what these kids were trying to tell him.

The girl was of average height, but that was the only thing he could find that seemed to be normal about her. Her dark attributes made her look strikingly powerful, even if she was acting harried and nervous as she spoke alongside her friend. His hair was dark and floppy, eyes a wild blue-silver, and he spoke with an excitement - almost hatred - that Nathaniel had only ever before seen in the crazy wanderers that tried to break in once in awhile.

The gist of their arguement was that the Council was employing censorship and lies to hide certain parts of the real world - namely, witches and demons - that were rising and returning. Nathaniel was tempted to laugh in their faces.

"Look, kids," he said patiently. You had to be patient in the job he had. "This sounds like a great thing for a school report, but I'm not a nice bouncer. Either you have ID, or you leave."

The kids were surprisingly lenient. The girl even shrugged and said, "I didn't think you'd believe it." In fact, they were so unperturbed that Nathaniel got suspicious.

Very suspicious.

~~~~

Well, Oneria was never trusting anyone again.

Before she could count to five, the amulet was out of her hand and both Adelaid and Henna had vanished.

"Gram!" she shrieked, running out of the library. "Those two girls stole my amulet!"

"Oh, you found the book, did you?" Gram did not look particularly worried. She was sitting at the table, sipping herbal tea and waiting for some cookies. "I suggest you read some of it. It's very interesting."

"But my amulet, Gram!"

"Don't you worry about that. They can't use the amulet without the book. Keep a very close eye on that now, would you Oneria?"

Oneria narrowed her eyebrows. Sure, she loved her grandmother, but getting a straight answer out of her was near impossible.

What in the world had happened to Adelaid and Henna?

~~~~

Argen was swearing like the devil.

He couldn't seem to stop. It was too much, it was all too much. Ashildr was asleep next to him. He was pounding on the gas. They had to go all the way back to the beginning, to the vampires. They were the only ones who could save her now.

~~~~

Sorrel and Caspian were lifted by the necks of their shirts and put face to face with the security guard.

"Darn it," Sorrel muttered. Sure, they knew this might have happened, but the more they assured themselves the vents would work, the more they believed it. Turns out the guard had seen it before.

"Kids, I'm a nice guy," said the guard. He sounded nice - his voice was low and soothing. He looked nice - his head was shaved except for a small round of curly dark hair, and his eyes were a soft cocoa. "But I also won't tolerate people trying to sneak in here. If you want to see the Council, you need permission from them."

Caspian blinked. He got an idea.

A terrible, awful, wonderful idea.

All they needed was his guardian.

~~~~

Oneria, simply from a lack of something better to do, started flipping through the book.

"'How to kill a demon,'" she read aloud. Oneria was a mutterer: words always sounded better if she could say them out loud. "'There are only two known ways to kill a demon. The first is to sacrifice yourself while a demon is posessing you. If a body is killed while a demon inhabits it, the demon too will be killed. Otherwise, you may use The Amulet. The Amulet is a device that has been carefully hidden for centuries. Devised by the Dragon Council during the Great Demon War, it never made it past prototype stage. In order to hide its magnificent power, it was split into two, one given to the pixies in the woods - notoriously the most peaceful species - and one put into the cover of this book, as only one was ever published. It is impossible to use The Amulet without this book."

Oneria flipped through the rest of the pages, but it only detailed more information on demon lore and witchcraft, which would have been helpful if she had some way to contact Ashildr, Sorrel, or Argen. "Gram!" Oneria yelled. "Where's the stuff about using The Amulet?!"

"If you don't have it, you can't see it," Gram called from the kitchen. "Now, I suspect that people will be coming to collect this book soon, so I hope you are prepared to defend it. Would you like a cookie?"

~~~~

"Clan Kalshrani!" announced Argen. "I'm here to claim a favor!"

 

submitted by NEW PART!, At last
(August 31, 2017 - 7:26 pm)

Never mind the deadline is now Saturday.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(August 31, 2017 - 10:42 pm)

Okay, please, stop it. I've tried to be nice, or at least take a path of least resistance. But if you're going to keep doing this, I'm going to call you out, every time. Nobody finds this funny. Nobody thinks this is cool or smart or anything. Yeah, maybe I have a problem with meeting deadlines - but I know I have that problem. I treat deadlines a certain way, and I don't need you rubbing that in my face. Yes, I am sorry for postponing this thing time and time again. And who knows? Maybe I will finish the next part by Saturday! But if you keep ragging on at me like this, I swear, I may just get so upset that I'll never post another part again. Was that your goal? Really? If you care so much about this to impersonate me, I don't think you want to see this ended. Or if you want to right now, I'm sure you'll regret this later.

If you impersonate me again I am terminating this solo write.

submitted by The REAL St.Owl
(September 1, 2017 - 9:38 am)

Oh, gosh. I'm sorry you're being impersonated, St. Owl. I just came on here to ask you something but...an impersonater? That's not okay. Ugh.... You basically said it all, so good for you for standing up for yourself!

Anyway, impersonator aside, St. Owl! Does your name start with M, or does your mom have a red car? Because the other day, I was reading on our side porch and two cars pulled up on opposite sides of the street. One person got out of the red car and crossed the street and got into the other car, and the person in the driver's seat yelled across the street to the other person in the red car and said something like, "Hi, M****! How was Ireland?" So, yeah, I just thought I'd ask you about that. I'm pretty sure you don't live in Maine, though. 

Well, haha, Hazel says momy.

 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 1, 2017 - 10:40 am)

We have neither a red car nor does my name start with M! Though it would be super cool if that actually was me.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(September 1, 2017 - 11:53 am)

Oh, gosh, St...This is the first I've checked this solo write in a few days, and I love the new part but I had no idea you were having impersonator issues! That must be really annoying. I hope it doesn't happen again, because this solo write is great and it looks like we're coming up on something big with the Amulet and all.

One little note: didn't you say in an earlier post that a demon-possessed body couldn't be killed? Is that still true, or is it that only the host regaining some self-possession and sacrificing themself can kill a demon without the Amulet? 

submitted by Curio
(September 1, 2017 - 11:50 am)

Actually, I said a body can't be destroyed while a demon posesses it. The science of posession has more to do with the soul than the body; death, too, has more to do with the soul. Souls die; bodies do not.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(September 1, 2017 - 3:07 pm)

Ah. Thanks for clearing that up. :)

Koda says kimz. ...Kim's what, Koda? And who the heck is Kim?

submitted by Curio
(September 2, 2017 - 10:52 pm)

wait, I'm confused. When were you impersonated?

submitted by unsuspectingstrytllr
(September 1, 2017 - 12:40 pm)

There are two visible right now; there was a third, but I asked the Admins to delete it because I'm not comfortable coming onto this thread with it in sight. The first is the one by "me" saying that I can't remember the characters anymore; the second is saying that the deadline is now Saturday. (which it is not.)

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(September 1, 2017 - 3:09 pm)

Wow, I'm really sorry about that.

submitted by unsuspectingstrytllr
(September 1, 2017 - 8:24 pm)