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| #1Jessica_MorganDec 27, 2008 20:58:52 | It's been a damn long day for Tyler Emeritus Vici, Daemon Magus, not least of all because he's had to say that entire name several times in the space of the last hour ("Tyler speaking. Yes, Tyler Emeritus Vicis. Yes, Daemon Magus. No, I don't want whatever you're frickin' selling!"). But the "young" man finally got to kick his feet up and read from his grimoires - sleep was a thing of the past - and appreciate being home. His magic might be a lot more limited on Earth, but it was home, demonic taint and all. OOC Welcome to Earth Tangent One, an RP thread owned and run by the one and only Jessica Morgan! There's a few things going on here that bear explaining - 1. Tyler is my character, who is currently reclining in his basement apartment in the building he owns in the Demon District of Detroit. The building is heavily warded and guarded by demonic entities both incoporeal and embodied, and a 'cult' is in full residence in his service putting down other daemonaic activity. 2. Earth Tangent One is fairly low-magic, with things like fireballs or lightning bolts being fairly mass-destructive. Power comes from demons, angels, or influence; this is a world where armies matter. It goes without saying that godlike power is not permitted here - as a matter of fact, Earth possesses an active malevolence towards magic, and the more magical a being is, the more likely it is to simply die from mystic starvation. Probably very painfully, too. 3. I DM here, folks. I will toss stories out if you want ot play, make an overarching plot, and otherwise act as a DM, but that means no god modding; what I say here goes. Don't think I won't sic an ORC (WizO for you oldies) on you if you don't obey thread rules. |
| #2ice_eyesDec 27, 2008 21:06:35 | The room dims visably a few moment before a cold draft brings his foster daugher/niece into the room. "Hello Tyler. I figured you might have some need of my unique skills and physique." Mashith says. She is wearing the simple animal skin loincloth and breastband that Tyler had thought he had broken her of wearing. |
| #3Jessica_MorganDec 27, 2008 21:13:43 | Tyler yanks several books out of the area in which Mashith's body is about to appear; she barely misses having A Beginner's Guide to Protection Circles as a permanent part of her jaw. Tyler gives his niece a disapproving look before he sees how depressed she is. There was only one way Tyler knew how to combat depression - significant amounts of humor, most of which would prove to be horrible. "So you were just sittin' around and thought it was a good idea to offer me your body?" the Daemon Magus says in a wry, joking tone. "What's wrong, kid?" |
| #4ice_eyesDec 27, 2008 21:29:15 | Mashith bares her teeth and growls at the hooker joke. "I'm sorry, I sent most of my stuff with the pack." Mashith said as she found the corner she always used to occupy, shoved everything out of her way, and curled up in it. "I'm staying here for a while, and I know that you generally have use for me." She does not say that she is hiding in daddy's house, but Tyler probably realizes that. |