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Josh Starwind Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 9:14 pm
House of Mystery
Here/Not Here
"Ladies and Ghosts... Let me introduce you to my home away from home..
Welcome to THE HOUSE OF MYSTERY" - John Constantine
The House of Mystery is a transdimensional magical house that can move through time and space is constantly changing size and shape and the rooms are never the same. It has an enchantment on it that unless you are looking for it you'll never know it's there. It usually aways that spooky house at the end of the street, or the abandoned house up the ill, hell sometimes it a condemned apartment building. However one thing is certain it's never around unless it owner Alan Cypher put it there.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:26 pm
 █ WHERE ★ The House of M
█ CLOTHES ★ Everyday work clothes (daycare teacher fair)
█ ON HAND ★ Bag of Holding lol
█ TUNE ★ Werewolves of London
Vera had been stuck in the work chair for a good long day or two? Week? More. She'd kinda lost count. It seemed her dear o' granny wasn't wanting to let go of her mind in any easy manner. Alan had told her a few days go to wait here. He had also made sure she would wait here. She was able to call her work and tell them she was going to be gone for the month which with a little be of mind control had work without much fuss. She had to think that her coworker where a little unhappy about her up leaving them with her classroom to care for until the board was able to find a replacement for the month. Vera had gotten a little kick out of that. But now she was getting bored. She liked her job, she liked warping the mind of the future and the whole getting to tell a classroom what to do. It was fun. Plus the kids themselves were pretty entertaining. Come on glue eats are always fun to watch.
With all the games on her phone played, any new ones she wanted bought and also played she didn't really have much to do. Her other out going calls where drop almost as soon as she dialed them. She was getting the feeling that Alan had forgotten her. So she had started to work on the magic bonds he had placed on her. Sure she was the mistress of magic and all that jazz. But Alan had some pretty nasty skills too. Which he had used all of them to keep himself safe while he messed about in her head. She didn't blame him for that. However she would blame him for leaving her like this... when there was somethings she wanted to follow up on. Namely Batman and the Flash. She started banging her head on the back broad. Then she looked up and saw the notes on the wall. " Ohhh." Some of them were fairy detailed and one had a number, she dialed it and said a little spell, though clearly that didn't matter to the transdimensional home, wither or not she did a spell, since of course she had done so many times before so she texts to anyone whom could get texts and she had numbers for.
Sent: Mast Text Massaged
Help me Obi Wan Kanobi
you're my only hope
Vera ~
House M - Link To Magical Map Attachment
Knock and it shell be open to you!!!!
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:35 pm
█ WHERE ★ The House of M
█ CLOTHES ★ Everyday work clothes (daycare teacher fair)
█ ON HAND ★ Bag of Holding lol
█ TUNE ★ Werewolves of London
Vera heard her phone giggle, her eyes went big. " Holy Hell it worked?!" She said a loud to herself has well... everybody was gone. Even that blasted imp. Maybe he was just laying low or something... being creep as usually. It had been the first thing she had tried getting little sob to free her but called, spelled etc as she could, nothing to bring he little beast. So she'd given up on help from that end. So she was greatly surprised to find that her message had a reply. She wormed her way too looking at her phone and read what was wrote there. Oh bloody hell she thought. It seemed that the number she'd to her mass text was the first to get back to her. The note Alan had with, the number had read if in trouble Vera text. That was some what nice of him, giving her a out like that. Though she had to wonder if this was some sort of manipulation. It was Alan after all.
She'd made sure to send Alan a text too so he would know that she was giving out the location of the House of Mystery. Her contact book was rather large. The magical map of course would fade away along with her text as soon as someone came to free her, so really it wasn't too much of a F U, to the wizard, just a I am very unhappy poke. She still need him to fix her head after all soo she didn't want to truly mess with his life... yet. Oh he'd pay. Just not tell he fixed her up. So the person whom text her back also seemed to have no clue who she was, " Thank You Alan." She said sarcastically as she typed a response.
Sent:
I am Vera Ravencoft, Zantana legacy,
I am kinda of trap at the moment...
I am going to guess you know Alan in some way?
As your number is one his work desk.
So who are you?
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 9:39 pm
█ WHERE ★ The House of M
█ CLOTHES ★ Everyday work clothes (daycare teacher fair)
█ ON HAND ★ Bag of Holding lol
█ TUNE ★ Werewolves of London
Vera waited from the reply back, swinging her feet back in forth in what liked to be repurposed dentist chair. Glowing runes held her within the chair, ropes of unseen magic bounded her there better than any common ones could. The runes traced along the full body of the chair dancing along its base all the way down to the ground. Then there was the circle below the seat and a few charms that over head. When the messaged reached her cell she read it once, over she laugh a bit at the line unfortunately, I do know him. I don't recall giving him my number, though. and was about to reply back yet something caught her eye? Writer was called super name Queen... Arturia? What are the odds? Huh? Well when it came Alan and being around him or in his life the odds were likely to stack up. She waited a moment as she pondered.
Well what could she... do really her words beforehand had been some what prophetic it seemed this Evie Sinclair, was her only hope. Wither it meant one of her fates she had been running way from was catching up to her. She sucked in a breath and let the chips lay where they may.
Sent:
Well Hi there Evie,
nice to put a name to the random number.
Yeah well if you know Alan is has a way to get his hands on anything.
Umm Soo... did you happen to have a chance to look
at the magic map I sent?
Or have a free moment to help gal out?
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Josh Starwind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 9:06 am
 Alan Cypher
Alan awoke in his bed in the House of Mystery. Letting out a sigh as cursed to himself. "Damnit that was not good. Definitely expected for it to be some sort of magical being but an the bloody Endless of sleep. We weren't ready for that. No way in hell were we ready. I am gonna have to do research on this and maybe have a one on one conversation with all Daniel inside the dreaming." He talked to himself allowed as he slowly stood up out of the bed letting the effects of the sand wear off before he moved on to his next task, freeing a she-demon who probably wanted to murder him.
Walking into the room where Vera was trapped he just shook his head. "Really magical maps. You couldn't I dunno. Text me saying hey a*****e you forgot about me. You had to go sending magical maps to random people. Damn you Vera." he sighed as he walked over scuffing the paint on the ground that trapped her in and tossed her to key to remove her shackles. "Remind me to teach you some escape artistry tricks when we-" Alan stopped as he sniffed the air. A weird aroma of fire and magic wafted into the room. Alan thought it strange until he recognized the smell. "Damnit woman, you gave them a way in!" He shouted before turning and running out of the room and down the hall to where the burning smell was getting stronger and he could feel the magical aura. Bursting into one of the many dens. He saw a figure in a blue robe and an ancient cultist symbol etched into it's back. Alan didn't hesitate he quickly drew his gun but he was to loud and the cultist heard him he quickly cast a blue flame upon the desk setting it fully ablaze before running towards a nearby door dodging the gunfire. Before shutting the door behind him and vanishing into the maze of the house and probably from the house entirely.
Alan didn't knew who it was and instead changed his focus to dispelling the magical flame so that he see if he could scavenge what they were looking for. Most of the papers were pretty much garbage especially the large map that was initially spread across the desk. Though he was able to decipher what they were trying to find "Croyden's Compass, you bastards. I shoulda know the Cold Flame would be wanting to get there hands on that. s**t." He said slamming his fists on the desk as he wracked his brain on what he was going to do next.
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