Once, the leader of a team of might, lawbringing mages, Arcana Mithrum was now reduced to a near husk, bedridden, and devoid of the majority of her memories. Though she tries, she can no longer fight ... View MoreOnce, the leader of a team of might, lawbringing mages, Arcana Mithrum was now reduced to a near husk, bedridden, and devoid of the majority of her memories. Though she tries, she can no longer fight the waves of fatigue when they wash over her. She can no longer recall her mother, father, mentor, comrades, or even the assisted living facility she'd been in not a month prior to now. All she can remember, is Jonathan.
As Arcana fights to wake up from the slumber she's been in, she attempts to trash. She manages to knock over a glass of water on the nightstand next to her. The noise causes her eyes to open as she attempts to sit up. Jonathan is gone. He hadn't left this room ever since... Since well, as far as she can remember. Where was he? Why did he leave? She vaguely remembers him mentioning needing to take care of something, but what was it?
The sound of the bedroom door's handle moving causes Arcana to turn her head towards it. Maybe Jonathan was back from doing whatever it was he'd been doing. She had many questions to ask him once he got back. She didn't know much, and she NEEDED to know what was going on.
When the door opens, Arcana's voice remains silent. Instead of the familiar, corpse-like figure of Jonathan, Arcana sees 4 men enter the room. One is in golden armor, with a familiar crest on his shield. Another is wearing a straw hat, and appears to be dressed for a beach vacation. The third is dressed like a cowboy from a spaghetti western, and the last one appears to be an explorer straight out of a movie set in a desert.
Arcana exchanges blinks with the armored man, but the straw hatted man steps forward as he offers a hand.
"Hey. Are you okay? It's not safe here. There's a litch running around."
Jonathan.
Were these people the reason he had to 'take care of something?' #rp
Scraps of memories, visions of a life once lived. Arcana believes these visions to be of her own life, but she cannot recall any of these visions from what little memories she has left. All she knows ... View MoreScraps of memories, visions of a life once lived. Arcana believes these visions to be of her own life, but she cannot recall any of these visions from what little memories she has left. All she knows now is the bed she lays in, and the room it's situated in.
The room Arcana finds herself in is oddly familiar. It appears to be a master bedroom on the second floor of a house, but the door to the hallway is a strange color. To the left of her bed is a nightstand, with a picture of her, and a young man, taken of what looked to be their honeymoon. She vaguely remembers having been married at one point, but she can't remember what ever happened to her spouse.
To her right is a series of tables with arcane instruments on them, and bookshelves, filled to the brim with tomes. In front of her sits the door, with a bookshelf next to it, filled with books which fill her with familiar feelings when she reads them.
A sudden, searing pain in Arcana's chest causes her to sit up. She inhales sharpy, and attempts to roll herself out of her bed, to head towards the bathroom. However, as her feet touch the carpet, a man exits from the bathroom. What skin he possesses is dead, and dry. Clumps of fur stick to his form, while other parts of him are nothing but exposed bone. No musculature, or skin to be found. A single eye rests in his left eye socket, despite their being no flesh surrounding the skull.
As the figure exits the bathroom, it approaches Arcana, and gently guides her back into the bed. "You must rest, my sweet. Your body is still getting used to the augmentations." The figure's horn then glows, as it produces a tray of food, and drink. It places the tray on the nightstand next to Arcana, and tucks her back into the bed. It then grabs a book via levitation, and gently places it next to Arcana.
"Please rest, Arcana. I must attend to matters outside for now, but rest assured, I will return." The figure leans in, and with a little help from his magic, manages to kiss Arcana on her cheek. He then turns, and begins to head towards the colored door at the entrance of the room.
"Jonathan. Wait." Arcana calls out. She doesn't know how she knows his name, but she does know that she loves him. Or, that she used to.
The figure does not respond. He steps out of the room VIA the colored door. After the door closes, a series of arcane locks appear on the door, trapping Arcana in the bedroom once more. Defeated, Arcana sinks into her bed, and lulls her head to her right. There, her gaze fixes on a single tome laying on the far desk at the edge of the room. It's a simple, leather bound tome, but Arcana can feel great arcane power emitting from it. Then, without warning a sense of fatigue washes over her, and her eyes slowly shut. #rp
Though not even 40 years of age, Arcane had been living in an assisted living home for nearly a year now. 2 years prior, Arcana had cast a great spell to seal away a dangerous criminal. A month later,... View MoreThough not even 40 years of age, Arcane had been living in an assisted living home for nearly a year now. 2 years prior, Arcana had cast a great spell to seal away a dangerous criminal. A month later, she was told by doctors that the spell took more than just the components when it was cast. It took a part of her with it, and left a hole in her mind that could not be plugged.
Slowly, but surely Arcana was forgetting everything about herself. It started with the memories of her childhood, then moved to her college years. Now, she was forgetting how she even managed to end up in this assisted living home.
Despite this, there was one thing Arcana never forgot. Her late husband, Johnathan. She doesn't remember how he died, but she does remember that he was a kind soul, and that she loved him. She only hopes that when she dies, she'll remember him.
As night falls on the Shady Shoals assisted living home, Arcana lies in her bed, once again fighting insomnia. Though she had forgotten about many things, her body never recovered from all the trauma she'd gone through in the RMRT. So, she lies on her back, staring at the ceiling. She waits for her eyes to finally grow heavy, but they never do.
For a brief moment, the little light the moon provides is blocked. As Arcana sits up to turn and see what's causing the blockage, she's met by a single eye staring back at her. "You do not deserve to be treated this way, my sweet." The form in front of Arcana is unknown to her, but she recognizes the voice instantly. "Johnathan." To this, the figure simply nods. "Do not fret Arcana. I will help you live out the rest of your life in comfort." Then, the room is shrouded in darkness.
When Arcana's caretaker comes to get her fro breakfast the next morning, she finds the room empty. Nothing appears disturbed. It's as if no one had ever inhabited the room. #rp
Police Lieutenant Lokin finds himself in deep thought as he makes his way home for the night. He'd managed to get some information on the December Ninth incident, but it wasn't much. At the very least... View MorePolice Lieutenant Lokin finds himself in deep thought as he makes his way home for the night. He'd managed to get some information on the December Ninth incident, but it wasn't much. At the very least, now he has a timeframe, and he knows what the RMRT was originally there to do.
At 8:43 PM, the team confronted a suspect they had been tracking for years. A nasty butcher of a unicorn who was known as 'The Unicorn Killer.' Sick son of a bitch who'd murdered dozens of innocent civilians, all for the crime of being born a Unicorn. Apparently he had some sort of ideology that dictated who he killed, but Lokin never heard much about him. The RMRT was incredibly tight lipped about the whole thing.
At 8:50 PM the bastard cast some sort of devastating spell, and the RMRT had to fight the guy for nearly an hour without any backup. Then, at 9:26 their team lead reported the suspect in custody. EMS records report that one of the team was a charred corpse when they got there. Young officer named Augury or something. From what he'd heard, the Paramedics suspected it was some sort of flame spell gone wrong. Something about the guy's horn being burnt the worst. Another team member, and the team lead were unconscious, but suffered moderate injuries, and the last team member was just gone. Nowhere to be found.
On top of this case, Lokin's been hearing about a vigilante running around the city now. Some sort of powerful unicorn who's been randomly showing up to stop street crime every night. There aren't any pictures, or videos of the guy, just accounts from paranoid witnesses who say the guy looks like a walking corpse. Some say they see other corpses with him, but they all say that the guy takes the criminals with him when he attacks them. To date, the department hasn't found any of the guy's victims. Not even with the help of the Lunars have they been able to catch the guy. It's like he has eyes and ears all over the damn city, and just knows when he needs to bug out.
One of the undercover guys came back to the station yesterday, and he had quite a bit to tell us. This vigilante's got the criminal underworld spooked. Gangs are beefing up their security on their operations to keep from loosing any more of their guys. They're telling stories about this dude around poker tables like boy scouts telling scary stories around a campfire. They're calling him the 'Vigilitch', and from what the undercover guy told us, he's got top brass in some of the local gangs shitting bricks. Wish we could just leave the guy be, since he's a huge help for us, but he's not a LEO, so he's gotta go. Lokin just hopes this guy doesn't decide to turn his attention toward the police once he's done with the gangs. #rp
"Hey, no need to get all shouty sweet cheeks. Just hand over your money, and we'll all leave here happy."
A young mare clutches her purse as two stallions have managed to corner her in the alley out... View More"Hey, no need to get all shouty sweet cheeks. Just hand over your money, and we'll all leave here happy."
A young mare clutches her purse as two stallions have managed to corner her in the alley outside of her workplace. She's just locked up for the night, and as the only person on staff at the time, she didn't have anyone to help her get back inside. She stares at the handgun held by one of the two stallions for a moment before she registers what he'd just told her to do.
The mare reaches into her purse to pull out her bit pouch, only to stop, and nearly gasp as she looked back to the two stallions. There was a third now, only this one was much taller, and looked as though he'd just crawled out of an old grave. Half of the stallion's face was nothing but bone, with an eye in the socket. The other half of his face had skin, but it was ghastly pale, and the socket lacked an eye. He wore intricate robes, and appeared to be carrying some sort of old tome.
"What's the hold up lady? You wanna get shot?" One of the first two stallions asks in a soft voice. She barely lets out a whimper before the second stallion appears to have the inclination to turn around. The stallion lets out a terrified scream, just before a beam shoots out from the undead unicorn's horn. As the undead unicorn casts his spell, he says only one word. "Die." The smaller, living stallion collapses, and shows no signs of motion after doing so. The second stallion quickly turns around, only to utter a panicked shout. "What the fuck!?" The stallion unloads each bullet in his handgun into the undead unicorn, but he appears unfazed.
The half of the unicorn's face that still has skin sneers as his single eyeball stares down at the stallion, who is now fumbling a new magazine into his handgun. "Vermin like you aren't worth my time." The unicorn twirls his front right hoof, and the other stallion's face goes pale. The young mare presses herself up against the brick wall behind her as tightly as she can. She watches in terror as a group of corpses appear from the alley, and mob the stallion. The stallion screams and thrashes as he's brought to the floor, and ripped apart by the corpses.
The unicorn then turns his eye towards her.
"Go."
With a small nod, the mare slowly shuffles out of the alleyway. She then begins a sprint north, towards her apartment. It takes every fiber of her being not to scream as she runs. She's not sure why the undead unicorn showed her mercy, but she wasn't about to give him a reason to change his mind. #rp
Las Pegasus Police Department, 10:43 PM. Chief of Police Reagan Justice's Office.
"One was KIA, one is missing, one retired, and ran off into the woods, and the leader was diagnosed with a terminal m... View MoreLas Pegasus Police Department, 10:43 PM. Chief of Police Reagan Justice's Office.
"One was KIA, one is missing, one retired, and ran off into the woods, and the leader was diagnosed with a terminal mental illness. I want you to find out just what the hell happened on December ninth, and how we lost the entirety of our Rapid Magic Response Team." The chief's words ring in the ears of the lieutenant sitting across from him. Finding out what happened to the RMRT over half a year ago was a tall order, considering the circumstances of that night.
"I can't guarantee anything sir, but I'll cobble up our best, and we'll look into it." The lieutenant responds. The chief nods. "Good. I want regular updates from you Lieutenant. We need to know why one of our most specialized units is out of service." At this, the lieutenant stands, salutes, and leaves the office. Once he's far enough away, the lieutenant heaves a sigh. "Damn. Couldn't have given the job to someone else huh?" Another sigh. "Guess this is what I get for my good luck as a detective." #rp
Each day slogged by, and Dreaming Aegis couldn't stand it. She and her comrades in the Las Pegasus Police Demartment's Rapid Magic Response Team had known something big was going to happen any day now... View MoreEach day slogged by, and Dreaming Aegis couldn't stand it. She and her comrades in the Las Pegasus Police Demartment's Rapid Magic Response Team had known something big was going to happen any day now. Yet nothing had occurred for 5 months. They worked tirelessly to try and figure out what was going to happen so they could preempt it, but all of their trails always ended up being dead ends.
Aegis pulls up her right sleeve to look at the mechanical foreleg that the Primus had gifted her. She'd delved into its realm of order and law nearly 2 years ago, and since then she's been a paragon of its values in the Material Plane. Yet despite all of her work, foiling criminals, disbanding cults, and even busting a few corrupt official's plots to use magic for their own gain, her largest target always eluded her. For years now the RMRT had been on the trail of the infamous "Unicorn Killer". A stallion who proclaimed himself to be the "strongest unicorn in Equestria", and he'd convinced everyone in Las Pegasus that it was a fact. Innocent civilians murdered in cold blood, just for possessing a horn. Government officials assassinated in their own homes. Putting an entire magic school on lockdown for a full month with just one letter. He was a menace, and he needed to be stopped.
Yet above all of the other reasons, there was one glaring issue that made his capture of top priority. He claimed to have "big plans" for Equestria, and all the clues the RMRT had gathered pointed to an event of mass destruction. They couldn't just make this knowledge public, or it could cause mass hysteria. They've been working with the "Equestrian Society to Protect Magic" for some time now, but what they really needed was support from Canterlot Castle itself. Wizards, and magic users who could provide them with much needed knowledge, experience, and expertise.
Aegis looks to the cloudy afternoon sky, and begins to wonder just how much longer she'd be able to do such a thing.
An alert tone from her radio brings her attention downwards. As she picks up her radio, the voice of the RMRT's eldest member, Buffly Hagglesworn comes over the radio. He sounds calm, but urgent.
"He's making his move. He's headed east, just south of the interstate. I'll put up a marker to guide you all when he finally stops."
So, today's the day huh? Aegis takes a deep breath, and breaks out into a sprint eastward towards the interstate.
Now, they either stop this infamous murderer, or it's likely hundreds of thousands would die. #rp
Dreaming Aegis has been pacing around the grandfather clock in the library for hours now. She can hear it speaking to her. Telling her to keep searching, and find the components for the spell. Each ti... View MoreDreaming Aegis has been pacing around the grandfather clock in the library for hours now. She can hear it speaking to her. Telling her to keep searching, and find the components for the spell. Each tick is a reminder of the little time she has left being wasted. If only the clock was willing to actually help her find the components.
The modrons watch Aegis from all around the library. They stand behind bookshelves, sit on tables, and idly wander, observing the spines of the many books and tomes the ancient library housed. Should Aegis command, they would move at a moment's notice. They knew the importance of the quest Aegis was on. Yet she uttered no commands. No plan of action. Only incoherent mutterings as she paced around the grandfather clock.
Time ticks away, and the city inches ever closer to disaster.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. #rp
Hardly use this character anymore. But some art I commissioned a while back was recently finished.
Magic Police Horse
Art by Crann Taca
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