WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Jul 19, 2023 17:15:16 GMT
Decaying concrete crunched beneath the soles of his boots as he eased down the short flight of stairs at the back of the warehouse. Will gritted his teeth, trying to breathe through his mouth to avoid dragging in the stench of the stale pee that he hoped was the only thing staining the doorway. Google Maps hadn’t done the place justice. Lights as murky yellow as what he was smelling left the claustrophobic space outside the building’s rear door wreathed in shadows. He was surprised that the Founder’s council hadn’t taken a wrecking ball to the place years ago. Maybe if they had then Mrs Herschel would still have her paintings and her peace of mind.
”No cameras,” Will muttered. No matter how low he spoke, the ear piece (that had miraculously survived those first few outings with Lex chomping his way through his guidance) seemed to pick it up. There was a good chance nobody else was desperate enough to live in this hovel, but caution remained his middle name. ”Just a single lock. Looks like it’s barely holding on as it is. You could probably break it open.” If Lex ever peeled himself away from whatever screen he used to control all of this.
There’d been a handful of summers in his early teen years where he’d ghost around the house, searching for something to do while Dalton lorded over the city from his eerie at the top of 1PP or jetted off to the Med with the latest Mrs Carnegie. Summers he’d spend avoiding the cars that were sent to drag him off to one camp or another. He’d set up his own camp in the living room, watching Bond movies on the rarely used TV, never realising that he’d follow Connery or Brosnan into the espionage game (never Timothy Dalton, the name alone had turned him off of that stretch of films).
At no point in the stretch between those summers and Lex declaring himself the man in the chair, had he ever pictured himself with a sidekick for all of this. It was a solo pursuit, one that had destroyed his marriage with the necessary lies – one that had been peaceful until that point. And had it remained that way he would have been a widow, not an ex-husband determined to drop the ex part of it.
Will’s throat went tight, his brows knotting as he slipped a hand into his pocket for his case of picks. Zoey being taken had been his fault, he didn’t need anybody trying to soften the blow and tell him it wasn’t. In the end Lex had been the one to get her out, the last threat falling, literally, with a blow he still couldn’t get his head around the logistics of. ”Any signs yet of anything inside?” Schematics and good old Google hadn’t shown anything but a post-war lump of concrete that every sane person had abandoned, but occasionally appearances were deceiving.
The lock clicked open in seconds, although the door stuck, shrieking in a way that had Will cursing. If their thief was home and wasn’t whacked out of his gourd on whatever he’d bought with his ill-gotten gains, then he’d probably heard the entrance to his hovel before pried open. His footsteps crunched again, the sound meatier this time, as though the detritus of dozens of crumbled lives had joined the gritty concrete dust. He paused there in the fetid dark, straining his ears for some sound in the building above, but there was nothing but the reguarly thud of his own heartbeat.
”Going up,” he muttered. It wasn’t as though Lex needed the running commentary. There was probably a computer screen already lit up, a plan on the building spread across it with a little Will shaped icon moving across it. If there was then it would’ve followed him through the basement and up into the central stairwell. If there was an elevator in the place then he wasn’t risking it. Given the state of the rest of the place it would likely break down after a moment and he’d suffocate there, trapped in this hellhole.
Silence continued to stretch out around him as he padded up the stairs two at a time, not risking a glance down to see what he might be crunching over on the stairs. Lingering on these jobs was a bad idea, no matter how palatial the place he was breaking into was.
The fourth floor. No signs of any other occupation in the place. Doorways dotted the hallways he bypassed, some standing open, dark as rotten teeth where they had been kicked in, or missing altogether.
403. The one closed door there’d been so far. Boards covered the windows at the end of the hall, leaving this whole floor dark enough that his vision was straining to make out the apartment door. A single bulb dangled overhead, as dimly lit as the ones outside. It hummed, and crackled, leaving him wincing away from it.
Will frowned at the door, stepping up so that his ear was practically pressed to it – he knew better than to actually settle his head against it (such a stunning way to lose your head if the asshole inside had a weapon and realised you were there). In here it would probably be a shortcut straight to tetanus or a raging infection too. ”Is there anything inside you can get to? See if he’s in there?” he breathed. His fingers were already sliding over the lock on the outside. ”Two locks. Heavier, nothing fancy enough for you to sink your teeth into.” Which meant that yet again, he was going old school. Yay.
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LEX CAMERON
Psychic
Posts: 62
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Oct 6, 2024 16:40:59 GMT
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Post by LEX CAMERON on Aug 14, 2023 19:14:39 GMT
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And of course they were gonna get back into it with the worst shit imaginable. Even before Will left for the abandoned fuckin’ building, Lex was not excited. There was no tech in this place. Maybe a coupla light fixtures, some outlets, but nothing connected to the internet. As off-grid as shit could get without bein’ a fuckin’ tent in the middle of the woods. Honestly, it made him fucking sick.
At least he wasn’t the one goin’ inside, though, right? He heard every hitch of Will’s breath, knew when he was smellin’ something gross A. F. “‘Course there ain’t.” Lex grumbled back, biting into another Twizzler and tapping away on his laptop. He had a 3D blueprint of the building pulled up, and had overlaid his Will Tracker onto it, so he could see exactly where Will was going and when. Unfortunately, it didn’t have a map of the electricity in the building, and, like he said, there was no internet to tap into, so they were basically going in blind. But it was all for some old lady, so it was alright, right? Ugh.
“The fuck’s that supposedta mean?” Lex muttered as he ripped off another piece and chewed, listening intently to how Will was gonna get outta this sticky sitch. Apparently… with fuckin’ lock picks. Goddammit. He was trynna see if Will would use whatever it was he used to get in, ‘cause Lex was p-darn sure he was a fuckin’ psychic, too, but Will was also old and crotchety, so Lex couldn’t just come out and say it. He’d probs cry ‘bout ruining the secret or whatever.
“Noooope,” He puffed, leaning back onto his headboard. “‘Cause there’s no wifi up in this joint, I gotta do it the ol’ fashion way━y’know, scannin’ the nearest cell tower. Takes forever.” He could jump in and do it himself, but that would leave Will without any backup, and we all knew what he was like when he didn’t have someone to help him… or wake him up when his ex-wife was bein’ kidnapped.
That was the easiest way of explaining it, anyway. Truthfully, he was pulling up all cellular devices that’d pinged that tower in the last day, but now he had to sort through them, see if any were still pinging, try to determine their exact location… it was a lotta bullshit.
“Uh huh.” Lex said like he wasn’t listening, and watched the little icon travel up the stairs as Will announced it. “Jeeeeezus, you’re gonna need a tetanus shot after this, dawg.” Again, he was thankful Will was the one on the ground.
After, like, a million flights of stairs, Will finally seemed to find somethin’ of note, ‘cause he went through slower. Lex got a weird feeling in the back of his skull as he heard the minute sounds of buzzing and crackling coming through the earpiece, knowing━without seeing━that it was some form of electricity. Thank God.
He didn’t know fosho what Will was talkin’ ‘bout ‘til he zoomed in on the blueprint. There was a room directly in front of Will, and, for some reason, that one was special. “Umm…” Lex sighed. He wanted to catch the action on the next lock, but he wasn’t gonna be able to check this without really going inside. “Okay… ima go dark for a minute. The light in the hallway’s gonna blink twice if someone’s in there, aight? Won’t be able to reach me for a sec, though.” It wasn’t really the safest option, but it would be if it turned out there were dudes in there.
It took him a while to concentrate ‘cause this place was so low-tech. He’d never gone from an internet source to an electrical source without wifi before, but he’d have to try. A little part of him wanted to show he was valuable even in these situations, and he wasn’t gonna let Will down━like, he didn’t want Will to have somethin’ over him, obviously. ‘Cause he’d never hear the fuckin’ end of it.
He went through his earpiece this time, ‘cause it was one-way and totally faster. From there, he jumped to Will’s phone, and scrambled desperately to peel himself outta there. He used the sources in the quickest way he knew how━devices in the nearby area. There was one, maybe. Shitty signal, like a fuckin’ flip-phone.
Ugh. Lex clawed at the edges of his mental confinement, and suddenly found himself elsewhere. In the light. Not the one in the hallway, but it musta been the one on the other side of the door. He peered at the two from the long, fluorescent bulb, like the ones they had in school. They were just sittin’ there, one using a machine to count cash, the other cleaning his gun.
From there, it was easier to jump through the wiring to the small bulb. He spotted Will, narrowed his eyes at what the hell he’d done to the locks, but, whatever it was━however he’d gotten them open━Lex had missed it. The light flickered twice, and he paused, watching Will look up at it, before blinking twice again. He hoped the guy would use, like, one Goddamn brain cell and figure out that it meant there was two dudes inside, but he wasn’t holdin’ his breath.
Lex jumped back to the tube inside the room, and watched as Will busted in. Okay, no fuckin’ mistakin’ it now━that was totally some kinda power. What was it, though? Just telekinesis? How’d he take those dudes down by barely touchin’ ‘em?! Shit, that was sick! Lex wished he was fuckin’ there just so he could confront Will and be like━
“Yo, you legit just took ‘em out with your mind, bro! I saw it! With my own two eeeyyessss, homie!” Before he knew it, Lex’s atoms had, like, transported through the light. He was a whole load of pixels, moving through the air like they would with regular data inside a machine.
Only, he wasn’t data. He was a fuckin’ person. And not even a hologram now, fuckin’ solid matter standing in the middle of the room with two maybe-dead dudes and Will.
His blue eyes were giant as he looked down at his hands, then clapped them together, and finally poked himself in the chest. After a moment, he made a loud, “A-ha!” Kind of sharp laugh and stared, with a giant, gap-toothed smile, at Will. “Holy fucking shit, dawg! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I literally━bro, did you just see that?!” Never mind Will being a psychic, too━Lex just did the coolest shit imaginable!
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Sept 24, 2023 16:02:04 GMT
Entitled assholes who got a kick out of knowing that they possessed something stripped away by the greed and madness of a genocidal maniac had cameras. They wired their houses up in a half dozen nets of security measures to make sure that nobody else could get their hands on their ill gotten gains. Without magic Will knew he’d never have penetrated most of them. It would’ve galled him to say it – would’ve had him regretting his next breath when Lex crowed over his Ludditeness (not that he had probably ever heard the word) – but technology was not his forte. He could learn, he could gradually work his way through these things to the point where he no longer had to struggle with a simple alarm system, but these men and the criminals they employed learned too, and the goalposts continued to move past him.
The lack of all of that on this building – this rat-trap that was probably going to leave him with tetanus or Weil’s disease – was another mark the theft having been the work of a professional art thief. It might not end up being solved officially, but the paintings would be returned to their owner. A quick piece of work that might get Lex off of his back about more exciting missions for a time.
It had been a cheap shot, but Will carried it through, merely smirking until the chomping filled his ears again and left it more grimace than anything. Without his toys he supposed that was all Lex had to do – chew and wait and grumble. ”Welcome to my world,” Will puffed. At least here there wasn’t the added requirement of paperwork and warrants. The job mattered, but it was always constantly shackled with the handcuffs of what was strictly legal and that was one of the reasons he’d never been able to let Zoey into this part of his world.
She couldn’t be the one backing him up, she wouldn’t have understood why he would break the law by night and try to enforce it during the day. He didn’t think she could keep her badge and let him carry it on, and so he made the choice that would make sure she wouldn’t have to for both of them. And that had worked so well, hadn’t it? This, perhaps, she’d have understood more. She had been there in Mrs. Herschel’s living room, had seen the grief add its lines to the soft crinkle of them on the old woman’s face.
As true back up Lex would have been useless. He couldn’t have imagined him here in this mess and forget about arming him. The thought alone added an extra shudder as Will made his way up the stairs. ”Luckily I’m all up to date on my shots,” he muttered dryly. Considering some of the places he ended up, it just made sense to get out in front of any sort of risk. That was where Lex did come in. Typically he was his eyes and ears, working his way through those security systems to map out his path.
In the dark of this hovel he was almost blind, the fire hazard of a light probably causing more trouble than it was helping. He resisted the urge to put it out. The hallway was as filled with detritus as the stairwell was, being entirely blind might have meant blundering right into a rat or tearing himself open on the broken glass that crunched underfoot.
There was no telltale sliver of light along the bottom of the door. Once he went through he’d likely continue to be just as blind. Will whispered to Lex, hoping that there was something the kid could hack his way into. Just a little hint of what he was walking into. He could’ve waited for the all clear, but there was a chance it wouldn’t come and he wasn’t standing around with his thumb up his ass until something did kick off.
The words were barely a whisper as Lex went dark on him – as though someone couldn’t concentrate with a voice muttering in their ear. Will felt the tumblers of the lock twitch back faster and smoother than if he’d used his picks (in this dark it would’ve been a case of going in absolutely blind). He glanced up at the light fixture, the one remaining stubbornly dim. Surely there’d been enough time. Fingers flattening on the door, he prepared to push it open, but looked one last time. Two flickers. Shit. Another two. Will’s brows drew together, hesitation leaving him hovering. Twice. Lex wasn’t that sloppy. Double shit then.
He could’ve retreated, come back another day, but there was already the scrape of a chair over the worn boards inside. Any second now …
Knowing he wouldn’t have a second chance at this Will barrelled through the door. The first was rising to his feet, hand scrabbling at his belt. There’d been a hope that they hadn’t been armed when they had gone into Mrs. Herschel’s apartment, but apparently that had been foolish. ”Phasmatos motus!” The words snapped out in a hiss, his hand thrust towards the man. He shot back as though he’d been attached to a wire, whatever he’d been going for tumbling out of his hand when his head impacted the wall with a sharp crack. The aim hadn’t been to kill him, or his partner. He was a thief, but no murderer. With Zoey the men he had taken down had been hurt in self-defence, the fire that had consumed the building in the end not of his doing.
”I wouldn’t,” Will warned, starting across the space that might’ve been called an apartment at one point. The skinny little weasel didn’t listen though and was already throwing himself towards him. Will threw out both hands, holding them inches apart in the air as though he was cradling the head that was barrelling towards his mid-section. ”Phasmatos somnus!” It was as though the man had hit an invisible wall, immediately crumpling to the ground six feet away from Will.
Puffing out a breath, Will braced his hands on his thighs for a moment. Lex was still quiet, he hadn’t heard what had … Christ!. Like the man had continued his wrecking ball approach, Will stumbled back, hitting the chair behind himself and crashing down into it. It creaked beneath his weight, but didn’t collapse. Lex was there, standing in front of him, the echoes of his shrill babble still in his ears. He’d seen him bespell the two men. And he’d seen Lex appear out of thin air. Had he drifted down out of the light like dust motes?
Will frowned, squinting up at it, then back down to Lex who was touching himself like a baby trying to figure out the limits of its own body and being amazed by the sensation of it all. His smile was returned with a scowl that covered at least part of his confusion. ”I don’t know what I saw,” he bit out. ”How did you get up here? Did I miss something outside?” He’d spent so many years disguising what he was that he was perfectly happy to slap a veneer of normality over something patently supernatural. Lex had the attention span of a goldfish with dementia, his marvel at whatever he’d managed to do would surely override any realisation that he’d just watched two men be felled by magic.
His gaze ticked up at the light again though as he shoved his way to his feet. Perhaps there was a faint tremor in his gut, that uneasy feeling that the two halves of his life were colliding. It was a train wreck, one that Lex was going to continue to babble about for an eternity. Will skirted Lex at a distance, pulling the flashlight from his belt rather than conjuring a light as he once would have done. ”They’ll stay down. Help me look,” he muttered. Maybe if he continued to pretend that Lex wasn’t a warlock or Spiderman or … god only knew what, Lex would miraculously keep his mouth shut over what he’d just seen too.
Pleasepleaseplease.
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LEX CAMERON
Psychic
Posts: 62
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Oct 6, 2024 16:40:59 GMT
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Post by LEX CAMERON on Oct 30, 2023 19:00:40 GMT
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Also, shit, he was so fucking amazing! Fuck! Who knew his powers could be so fucking cool?!
“Yes you fuckin’ do, man!” Lex nearly screeched and, once he knew he was solid matter, he turned, his shoes scuffing the grittiness of the dust and whatever else on the floor. Lex did a full circle, eyes flicking over the bodies of the two dudes, and all the shit that’d been moved ‘cause of the force at which they were fended off. Will was a big fuckin’ dude, but no way he did all that A. without a scratch, and B. without even lookin’ fuckin’ tired. Also, he was, like, sitting down, but Lex liked to think that was ‘cause he was so impressed by how fuckin’ cool Lex was.
Lex’s arms waved wildly in the air as he yelled, “I came from the fuckin’ light, bro! The light! I transported in here like… like fuckin’... pixels on a screen…” His voice petered out by the end, like he was just too amazed with himself to really process anything else. Eventually, Lex’s gaze jumped up from the floor and to Will again, excitement written all over his face.
Instead of joining in or at least admitting it, Will got up, got his flashlight out (Jesus, it wasn’t that dark. Was that just his old man eyes acting up in low light?) and told Lex to help him look.
Lex sputtered out an incredulous laugh, glancing at the bodies once more. “Yeah, dude, I know they’re not. ‘Cause I watched you throw that dude━” He pointed, “━into the wall without touchin’ him. And you smashed that dude━” His index finger moved to the other one, “━into an invisible wall. I saw it, just like you saw me come outta that fuckin’ light bulb!” Lex threw his hands up and rushed closer to Will, like proximity would increase Will’s chances of not being a douchebag about this.
“I knew somethin’ was up when you stole shit from my dad, aight? I saw you, I just wasn’t sure, but now I am. You can’t hide no mo’, homie. Plus, we’re the same shit, right? You’re a psychic, too. Just with telekinesis.” He didn’t sound crazy, and he wasn’t gonna take that as an answer━Will hadta know he couldn’t fake it anymore, right?
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Oct 30, 2023 21:10:10 GMT
Hiding the truth (albeit the barest pieces of it he’d known had existed at sixteen) had bruised the relationship between him and Dalton, the lasting damage clinging on now, even though those purpled fingerprints had long since faded from his arm. It had broken his marriage, his refusal to force the words he knew would tear Zoey apart just as brutally snapping their relationship like a bone. A sickening crack echoing through his heart as he’d signed his name on their divorce papers. Every sacrifice had allowed him to bring something back to someone who had been hurt just as badly by men who cared little about the damage they did. Will had assured himself over and over that it was a sacrifice he could tolerate, but it was one he should never have allowed Zoey to pay for.
Pinching his mouth shut as Lex screeched, Will knew that Lex’s hurt feelings wouldn’t have half as much impact on him. Zoey had loved him, just as he still loved her, and she’d spent years believing that he’d thrown that love aside for other women, practically tearing up their vows because he was no better than his father. Lex saw this as nothing but a game – an excuse to play around with his little doo-hickeys and act as though he were the sidekick to some sort of comic book hero (as though he’d ever strap on tights and a cape to go breaking into veritable fortresses). It had never occurred to him that the scrawny, loud little brat would have abilities of his own.
Blue eyes narrowed, fixing on Lex as he blocked out the accusation. There were plenty of other supernatural things out there with abilities he’d never wanted to know a thing about. Coming to accept that his mother had been a witch had been hard enough (it had taken barely a moment of thought to know that what he was hadn’t come from Dalton. This wasn’t just brushing off the idea that someone howled at the moon in some remote corner of Central Park once a month, this was Lex doing things that took him suspending every ounce of belief on a movie screen. This was Lex leaving the shiver running up his spine as he moved around the space like he was real and solid and had run up those stairs behind him.
”Calm down,” Will hissed through his teeth, as though there was anybody else in this building to hear what Lex was yelling. His frown deepened, his lips parting as though he were about to reveal a deficiency and ask what pixels were. He glanced up at the light again, then warily down to Lex, catching the way his gaze jumped up to meet his. Did he want to be patted on the head and congratulated like a toddler who’d used the potty for the first time because he’d … ”You’re not making a lick of sense. People don’t…” Will gestured brusquely up at the light as though he were denying the entire possibility.
Trying to put Lex off of describing it again, hammering home a truth that wasn’t going to be acknowledged to the biggest pain in his ass before the woman he loved, Will pushed to his feet, looking to do what he’d actually come here for. Lex was already laughing at the suggestion that he do something more than poke at a phone screen or gloat. ”How did you see anything in this dark?” Or when his attention span had always seemed about the same length as the average goldfish’s. ”They both came at me, in the belief that my life was in danger, I knocked both of them out. With. My. Hands.” Will bit the words out as though he could nail them straight through Lex’s thick skull.
The descriptions were too close to what had actually happened. Most witchcraft boiled down to manipulation of the four elements – earth, air, water, fire. He’d turned the air in the room against both men – and because he’d done so instead of pulling a physical weapon, both would still be breathing when patrol was ordered here over a report of stolen property having been spotted.
As Lex rushed in, Will took a sharp step back, bringing his flashlight up between the two of them to ward Lex off before he could pixelate him. ”I didn’t see you …” The mental pleas had got him nowhere. He’d been spotted this time and if Lex happened to open his mouth at the station word would get back to Zoey, destroying any trust he’d managed to rebuild with her. ”Shut up for the first time in your life,” Will warned between gritted teeth. He jabbed his flashlight at the seat he’d occupied moments before, hoping that Lex would use the sense he’d possibly been born with and would sit down and do as he’d asked.
There wasn’t much in the way of furniture in the room, but Will was already sweeping his flashlight over it, stepping over the men’s bodies to yank open the door to what he presumed had been a hall closet. ”You’re wrong. I’m not a psychic homie and that wasn’t telekinesis.” The brat would only argue more and so he spun back on Lex as he slammed the closet door shut on something he thought might’ve crawled away to die. ”What I did and what you did were nothing alike. I don’t go travelling down phone lines like … like … that … and I don’t go doing cheap parlour tricks. That was a spell. I take it you read Harry Potter? Wanted to be like the little Orphan boy and escape your father by going off to some boarding school to learn magic?” That was what most kids had wanted, wasn’t it? He’d almost been desperate for the boarding school part of things, but college had finally hit, giving him the freedom he needed to force his way out from under Dalton’s thumb.
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LEX CAMERON
Psychic
Posts: 62
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Oct 6, 2024 16:40:59 GMT
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Post by LEX CAMERON on Dec 13, 2023 23:06:58 GMT
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He rushed in, and this giant-ass dude actually backed up, almost like he thought Lex was gonna hurt him. That was kinda cool. He definitely felt his chest puff up a bit because of it. “Like that’s gonna keep me quiet.” Lex puffed, still going on despite Will’s motion to the chair and his “warnings.” Lex was not dropping this. “Just admit it!” He practically yelped, making no move to sit down.
Instead, he waited and watched his partner (one who couldn’t understand what teamwork meant), staring expectantly. Finally, after what felt like forever, Will started talking again. Except he kept denying it.
“Jeeesus,” Lex made a show of rolling his eyes, but then Will continued, and he decided that maybe he’d listen this time. But this was, like, seriously the last time.
A spell? Was he serious? Lex made an incredulous sound, then scoffed, “Actually, Harry wasn’t escaping his father━he wasn’t escaping anybody, ‘cause Hagrid came and got him. So your reference kinda sucks, but, like, whatever.” He motioned for Will to go on. Leave it to a geriatric to fuck up a pop culture reference. “Also… no. My dad left me alone, dawg━he was annoying, but I had a pretty dope time. So I’m assuming that’s your story?” He raised his brows, then, in his best Hagrid impression, asked, “Yer a wizard, William?”
Lex kept smirking, and took a few steps closer to Will in the dark, glancing at the bodies again, then back to his Partner-slash-Magician. “Soooo… you’re not a psychic like I am. You got, like, other magic shit goin’ on. So that’s it? That’s what you use to rob bitches? That’s kinda cheatin’, huh?” He teased William with a big, shit-eating, gap-toothed grin, just waiting to see the other guy get all up in arms again. ‘Cause it was so damn easy to, like, ruffle his feathers and shit.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Jan 2, 2024 16:43:27 GMT
There was something vastly wrong with the universe for Lex to have learned what he was before Zoey had. The woman he’d married, the one he’d loved enough to let go when the choice had come between destroying her heart and the career she’d fought so hard for, or her heart alone. Instead of rushing at him, scoffing about finally figuring out what had been going on under her nose the entire time, Zoey would likely have shrunk down around that wound he had carved through her heart. Her silence doing far more damage to him than Lex’s puffed words ever could. Lex knowing wasn’t life destroying, just frustrating.
At the rate that ever moving mouth was going, the entire town was going to know what had happened in this cess pit. Will tried to put distance between them as Lex rushed in. Lex was about half his size, no real physical threat, but considering what he’d done to the men in the warehouse on the day Zoey had been taken, it was prudent not to allow him to get too close when he was wired like this. One wrong zap and his heart could stop dead in his chest, and he wasn’t about to rely on Lex to be clear headed enough to start his heart again.
”I wish something would,” Will muttered to himself. The flashlight drooped, along with his head. He’d thought that Zoey learning what he was before he could bring all of this to a stop and tell her was the worst case scenario, but this was certainly up there with it. His eyes cut back up to Lex, his mouth fixing in a thin line as he considered trying to make him sit. Would spells work as well on light or energy as well as they did a physical body? He kept the consideration swimming in his head as a last ditch resort as he started to look for what they’d actually come here to find.
His warning had fallen on permanently deaf ears, but at least once the initial eye roll and whine were over with, Lex left him the room to speak at least. Starting to pull the apartment apart, Will started to spill out the truth in denials of what he’d done. There was no trick to any of this. You couldn’t just say the words and get the same effect if you didn’t have the ability to start with. Trying to put it into terms Lex could understand, he’d thrown a pop culture reference in, but that was thrown back in his face too.
Shooting him a sour look as Lex corrected him, Will started to toss sofa cushions in Lex’s direction, kicking aside the foul detritus that littered the floor in here almost as badly as it had done outside. ”I wish,” Will muttered as Lex tried to spin his story into an exact approximation of Potter’s. ”Mine would never have let me go. Even now he has to try and keep one hand on my career.” Dope was never what he would’ve called his time living under Dalton’s thumb.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Will sent off some silent plea for patience. If he’d thought that it would shut Lex up he would’ve just used the W word and called it a job well done. ”A warlock,” he corrected, wishing he hadn’t used the reference in the first place.
If he’d thought Lex would be useful, he’d have encouraged him to search again, but Lex was a mosquito, floating around and whining. His mouth was set back in that thin line, the muscles of his jaw bunching beneath his skin as his patience wore thin. Will ripped back the ragged fabric covering the base of the sofa, shining his flashlight down inside before it snapped up to Lex’s face. ”Cheating? Says the person who found his way here via the power lines … or whatever the hell you did to get in here. What is it, Lex? Teleportation? Telekinesis? You seemed pretty proud of yourself when you buzzed in here.” Lex wasn’t the first psychic he’d come across, but unlike witches or warlocks their abilities seemed almost endless in their variety. Whatever Lex could do had left him some control over his devices obviously, the relief at his own inability to work the damn things unknotting his stomach. There was little Lex could’ve turned up in his digital footprint.
Working his way past Lex, Will tore open a cabinet that stood drunkenly in one corner of the room. A large, motheaten black velvet box fell free as the door swung back, a glint of metal and what he presumed were imitation gems gleaming in the light of his flashlight. On the shelf it had stood on lay the paintings. Thank God. ”We should leave,” Will grunted, taking a step back. Now that they had the evidence he could call this in and put an end – probably temporarily – to Lex’s gloating.
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LEX CAMERON
Psychic
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Played by:
Julia
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Post by LEX CAMERON on Feb 9, 2024 20:01:56 GMT
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“That’s weeeird, dude. Like, you’re old as shit, so he must be super old, right? He ain’t dead yet? Plus, why wouldn’t he just, like, fuck off? You’re clearly old enough to make your own damn decisions.” That was weird as hell. Even if Will’s dad was some super-mega-rich dude, why’d it give him the right to keep bossing around his son? If Will was smart, he’d do what Lex did and cut him off entirely. Jeez, maybe Will shoulda made Lex his life manager on top of all the other shit he already did.
He followed Will a few more steps, raising his brows. “Warlock,” He repeated, like he was testing out the word, then shrugged. “Wild.” Lex commented noncommittally, watching Will’s movements like he was bored.
When the light shone in his eyes, Lex squinted slightly, and something golden flashed back at Will when the light hit them. Like he was just a Cyborg beneath that human flesh━like his blue eyes weren’t more than a human costume.
“‘Course I was proud, dude! Never done that shit before!” He was excited again, motioning wildly to the bulb hanging from the ceiling’s centre. “I dunno! One minute I was sittin’ on my bed, chillin’, y’know, helpin’ you out, then I was gonna hop into the internet to save your ass, y’know?” He went on as if Will didn’t need an explanation about his abilities, “Like, I went into the earbud, then I was in your phone, and I was trynna get into neighbouring phones, y’know what I mean? Shit connected to the same cell tower. But there was almost nothing here, and then all the sudden I was in that light, dude.” Lex pointed to it once more before his arm finally dropped, “And I wanted to be part of the action, or go back into your phone so I could get home, and I pushed, then I was here. Which is so fuckin’ sick. It was like a projector, man, except I’m here.” He beamed proudly, looking around at the room like it would reveal how he’d done it. “I’ve always been able to get into the internet, and recently I’m powerin’ shit up myself rather than fuckin’ around with the electricity, but I’ve never been able to jump from the internet and into electricity. It’s fuckin’ wild, man.” He stared proudly at Will, an almost dopey expression on his face as he turned, following Will while he puttered around. Lex was still riding the high of what he’d done.
Lex watched as some weird box fell, and it took him a minute to see the paintings, caught up in the way the gems twinkled from the flashlight’s beam. “Sick,” He mumbled, and he even felt a little proud at the fact that they were gonna get that old chick’s painting back. That was pretty cool. Maybe that’s why Will went through all this shit over and over again.
“Word.” He agreed, nodding, “I gotta carry something?” Lex asked like he hoped Will would say no, but then added, “Also, I need a ride back. Don’t think I can go the other way.” Especially ‘cause he wasn’t even sure how to recreate getting here in the first place.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
Warlock
Posts: 168
Age:
32
Occupation:
Detective/Art Thief
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Zoey Washington
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 29, 2024 20:13:54 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Mar 9, 2024 17:45:18 GMT
A glance at the surface might’ve highlighted the similarities between him and Lex. It galled him to think of them of being anything alike, but Will had seen those likenesses when the boy had first tracked him down. Both the sons of powerful men, the sort that liked to control the people in their lives, to roll through a series of marriages, most of which ended before the ink even dried on the certificate. Both believing that they’d walked away from those men, but no amount of physical distance could do that, not with Dalton at least.
Will let out a sigh at Lex’s felt. Indeed it was. He bit down on it when Lex carried on babbling though. Dark brows hitched, his expression pinching. ”I’m not ready for a walker yet,” Will growled. With the added tweaks of botox and the delicate hand of his stylist with the dye Dalton still looked as though he were in his late 40s instead of on the cusp of sixty. He’d have taken Lex’s observation badly, colour rising up into his cheeks as rage bit at a temper he’d never learned to fully control. ”Men like that never like to let go of what they believe they can control. They have their reputations to uphold after all.” That was something Lex would learn for himself when his father took an interest again.
After his powers had appeared it had become obvious that he hadn’t inherited them from Dalton. Perhaps his father had never even realised that one of his wives had been something more than a bimbo he’d managed to tempt into his bed. It had been easier keeping the secret from him than it had been from Zoey. Speaking that truth to her after all this time would have been just as explosive as telling her that he was a thief. On the other hand Lex accepted it as if he’d said his hair was really blond or that he could speak fluent French. Keeping his own reaction under control when his flashlight hit Lex’s eyes and lit them up like miniature television screens for a second was far harder. Will stared, his breath exploding out on a puff before he swept away. His pulse had leapt again. That made his own powers look like child’s play.
”Well done,” Will said dryly, glancing warily at Lex again, in case his excitement had him zipping back up into that bulb. At the rate he was going Lex would figure out how to be anywhere in this town at any time and then any sense of privacy he had left would be gone. His free hand rose to the ear containing his earpiece almost protectively, like he could stop Lex from crawling into his brain through it somehow. ”Your powers are growing,” he muttered, as though the rest of it hadn’t vaguely confused him in its progression. In the internet, then his phone, like he probably had been the day they’d saved Zoey. That was how he’d blown the phone up and saved their lives that day. ”Wild isn’t exactly the word I’d use for it. You need to be careful. It might all be under control now, but what happens when it’s not?” It was probably a rhetorical question because Lex didn’t know the meaning of the word cautious. As much as Lex was now his back-up, he was Lex’s too, and this was one path he couldn’t easily find his way down.
Finding what they had come here to look for swept away the knots of concern in his gut. It would be hard to explain when he called this in, but a glimpse of more boxes, unidentifiable lumps draped in fabric behind the old woman’s belongings confirmed that they would get them for something. Zoey would be able to close the case. ”Yes, you’ve got to carry something,” Will muttered. He plucked the jewellery box from the cabinet and shoved it at Lex as he grabbed the paintings. Amusement tugged at his lips as he straightened up, the paintings clutched in his own hands. ”I guess you’re not so powerful after all.” He gestured Lex out ahead of him, casting one look back at the two unconscious men before he followed. As soon as they were out of sight of the building he’d make his call. The thieves would be in handcuffs before they even woke.
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