SADIE VALENCIA
Human
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28
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Mar 23, 2024 22:15:18 GMT
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Sadie sent the dark curls she’d spent hours getting looking spectacular tumbling. The Uber driver didn’t look impressed, but considering the ride had only been five minutes long he probably hadn’t time to notice how fucking good they looked. Alright, maybe he was a little pissed that it had been such a short ride too, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t adding a ten dollar tip on top of the eight buck fare. She got a grunt in return, the engine already started again before she’d even taken a step back. ”You have an amazing night too, sir,” she called after him, waving at the back end of the disappearing car. If she was exceptionally lucky someone else would pick her up later.
A glance down the street in the direction of the alley had a shudder running down her spine. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a good reason not to walk down here like she would’ve usually done. The world was wide and obviously Nikolai wasn’t au fait with the idea that there were warlocks out there, snapping rabid coyote necks like they were snapping their fingers. Click. Snap. Look at me being all heroic. Alright, maybe it had seemed pretty fucking bad ass when she’d really started thinking about it, but for days it had been mind blowing.
Sadie joined the end of the queue outside the club – thankfully short given how early it was in the evening (she wasn’t even gonna consider trailing out of here at closing time – studying her manicure in the dim light that spilled out of the club. That’d been another hour of pampering this afternoon. Matching deep purple was hidden by the black knee high boots she’d put on. It wasn’t like she walking home tonight so she’d gone for the spike heels. This was a celebration of sorts, she was gonna go all out.
Three short stories. The first had gone to her editor after just a single quick edit. Shock had given way to interest, the questions she’d peppered Darcey with carrying on for more than a week after. By now he was probably cursing every time he saw her name pop up on her phone. They’d slowed down as she’d gone into writing mode, although every now and then she’d head down the rabbit hole of some train of thought and another text would be winging its way to him. The first two had been expansions of the world she’d already been creating centred around a Reid like family in her post-apocalyptic world. The third, well, that one definitely wasn’t going to Darcey for a fact check after. People who read that sort of thing were bothered about factual accuracy, or even romantasy conventions in writing. It was all about the spice rating and that she usually had no trouble with researching.
As the bouncer waved her in, Sadie was already piecing together a follow-up in her head. By the end of her night she’d probably have an outline in her head for a longer piece and it’d be another week holed up in her apartment, fingers flying over the keyboard as her curls slowly sagged and her brain emptied itself into the laptop. She usually split her year flipping back and forth between work for her two publishers, but this year was going to be the most hectic she’d had in a while. She had Darcey and this crazy town to thank for that. Who knew that Mystic Falls had so much going on under the surface.
Blue eyes swept over the crowd, skittering over a few familiar faces, lingering on others like she’d somehow be able to feel something weird wafting off of them. She needed a drink. Something to slow down the donuts her thoughts were doing in her brain. A drink, a few hours dancing, a do over on the night things had gone fucking crazy.
Worming her way up to the bar, Sadie squeezed onto a free stool. A couple of drinks was gonna be her limit tonight, not enough that she could possibly stumble into trouble getting home later. ”Hey,” she called to the bartender as one seemed to work their way down the bar in her direction. Not the big guy with the long hair who was usually here. Dark hair, a smaller build. ”You’re shitting me. You work here now?”{/b] she snorted. Picking up one of the menus even though she didn’t need it, Sadie used the laminated rectangle to gesture him closer. ”You got any cocktails that scream lying shitbag?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him like she could tell him she knew the truth through telepathy alone (that still seemed to be on the made up bullshit menu at least).
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
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Bartender
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Bad decisions make for the best memories
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Apr 9, 2024 19:05:40 GMT
The excitement of working at the club soon wore off for Tobi. It only took a few weeks until he realised he wanted to be on the other side of the bar. Partying and drinking. Knocking back enough shots to have his head swirling. Instead he was the one serving the shots, although every now and then he’d knock one back especially if he was serving a hottie. He’d offer to have a drink with them then slide his number across the bar written on a napkin. He had about twelve napkins in his pocket at the start of the night with his digits written across them. He was down to his last three. No one had yet to slide his number back in his direction, which was a win. The main thing was kind of off putting about working in the bar though was having to cross paths with Lawrence every now and then. Tobi had done the mature thing by taking Lawrence aside and explained him and Penny were purely casual. He had no intention of skipping off into the sunset with anyone. Tobi just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Maybe he never would be either. One day he’d be some wrinkly old man driving home from another quick hook up. It wasn’t fair for him to drag someone else into his life right now. Everything was up in the air and there was no sign of things settling. He’d only just started to actually process being dead for so long for Kai to suddenly turn. It threw Tobi off. Obviously he didn’t tell anyone about those internal troubles. Just swallowed everything and pushed on with life. He was a therapist's wet dream sometimes. An inaudible sigh left his mouth as his eyes scanned over the line of customers waiting to get served. At least he couldn’t really hear the customers if they yelled at him for getting served quick enough. Not like the Coffee Bean where customers would lose their mind if their flat white wasn’t served within two seconds and Tobi would have to listen to them complain. They were well within their right to complain though. Tobi was slow as fuck when he was serving coffees. He’d picked up the pace a fraction since coming to the club. He wasn’t about to break a sweat though. He bounced from customer to customer at the bar, getting most of the orders right. He’d constantly be telling people to slow down. His brain could only process two drinks at a time. He heard another customer beckon him. He was ready to tell them to wait their turn until he recognised the woman. He broke into a wide grin as he approached her, “Hey parking lot girl! Yeah, I got a job here a few months ago. Can I get you a drink?” The menu was already waving in his face. He leaned a little closer to her as she gave him her order. “Woah. Are you calling me a lying shitbag? What’ve I done now?” It took a few seconds after that until he remembered the last time he saw Sadie was outside the club where he snapped some animal's neck using magic. But it can’t have been that, surely? SADIE VALENCIA |
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
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28
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Author
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Last seen Nov 1, 2024 17:05:25 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Apr 20, 2024 18:19:21 GMT
How the fuck had Spiderman gotten over finding out he had special powers so easily? It always seemed like they did on TV. A few minutes of astonishment, a montage of them figuring out their shit, and suddenly all of that crazy shit was their new normal. You never saw them nearly jumping out of their skin at every shadow, or snatching their drapes closed tightly at night to block out the things that might be happening out there in the dark. They went straight from shock to pure excitement. Maybe there’d been a flicker of it as she’d stared at the flower that had sprung to life out of nowhere in Darcey’s palm, but by the next morning the doubts had all slid back in, dark and greasy in the pit of her stomach.
Was the guy who’d dropped off her door dash order yesterday a warlock? Did he go home at night to strap on his black coat and set the cauldron in his bedroom to bubbling to brew up some sort of love spell? Probably not, given what Darcey had told her about the magical world, but it didn’t mean it was as rare as just his family and PLG being able to pull off this sort of stuff in Mystic Falls. There was so much more than she’d ever expected out there and it was time she actually learned about it instead of just writing pretty damn accurate stuff about it blind. Was she brave enough to go digging on her own yet? After the run in with the coyote, no fucking way, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t inch into it, starting with the sort of night out she wouldn’t have thought twice about before the scrawny Englishman had appeared at her side at this very bar to save her perfectly capable ass.
Maybe that was what had stung so much about what had happened that night initially. She was a strong woman, perfectly capable of handling trouble on her own, but in the face of a rabid coyote? Looking at PLG through narrowed eyes as he grinned at her, it wasn’t obvious that he could handle it anymore than she had. The same could’ve been said of Darcey though. Beneath his shirt there was plenty of ropey muscle, surprisingly solid ropey muscle once it was wrapped around you and you had your head laid against it, but on the surface he was all pale skin and cute freckles. Neither one of them was any more movie star bad ass than her.
”Sadie,” she shot back. ”It’s probably time we made introductions.” You know, since she was aware of exactly what he was now. Calling him Parking Lot Guy when she’d told Darcey the story had made it feel like she really didn’t know a damn thing about the guy. Honestly, that wasn’t that far from the truth.
Him working here a few months would’ve put his arrival squarely in that period of her sulking at home over what had happened with Darcey. Did it mean he’d been working that night he’d run into her out in the street? Had she been too shit faced to notice him there? Her eyes were bright little slits by the time he leaned in to take her order, her lips curving into a satisfied grin as he blustered over what she’d said. ”If the shoe fits,” Sadie sniped. ”It hit an invisible wall huh? Cause those are real.” They apparently were when you used a spell to summon one up between you and the animal that was about to tear your throat out.
Puffing out a breath, Sadie set the menu down and slid it towards him. As though she was suddenly developing some discretion, she rested her forearms on the edge of the bar and leaned towards him. ”I’ll take a Witch’s Brew. I doubt it’s on the menu, but I figure you of all people would know how to make one of those, right?” Too subtle for him to figure it out? Nah. He might be a little brain fried at times, but Parking Lot Guy wasn’t an idiot. He’d saved her ass from a wicked fast, murdery creature after all.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Apr 28, 2024 19:33:28 GMT
Using the bar to pick up men or women was probably frowned upon by management, but he needed some kind of reward for pouring shots all night. Tobi didn’t want to push the boundaries too much though as the pay was pretty decent. He was getting double the pay he got in the coffee shop for shorter hours. Course, he could have been getting even more pay if he went to college and got some fancy degree, but Tobi dipped out of school at the earliest point. He didn’t possess the ambition his siblings did. While some of them were pushing themselves to go further in life Tobi was content with where he was. Smoking in his bedroom and listening to music. Then there was his side hustle too with Manny. That was bumping up his monthly earnings. He hadn’t gone as far as trying to push the product in the club, but he spotted Remzi out there doing so. A firm handshake before Remzi slipped the money into his pocket. He was sly about it, going completely undetected by the bouncers. If Manny had some monthly sales chart Remzi would certainly be the top seller. Tobi would be firmly at the bottom. He just had yet to find his own clients. He needed to just bite the bullet and start making connections in the club. Tobi preferred to call her the girl from the parking lot, but Sadie would also do. “Tobi.” He said with a smile on his face, a hand resting lightly on his chest as he puffed out proudly. It was difficult to read people in the club because of the dim lighting and music. Tobi didn’t have the sensitive hearing that could pick up a comment made under someone's breath, not that he wanted to. He frowned again at Sadie’s comment. How much had she had to drink? Not that he was going to be the one to cut her off. Someone else could do that. She leaned forward a fraction though and Tobi craned his head to listen to her. Again, she was talking in fucking riddles. It wasn’t like Tobi was dumb, he just rarely engaged at 100%. It was usually running at 40% until he needed to switch things up at a gear. There was just no point until that moment. But he processed what Sadie was saying, analysing her words. She didn’t seem completely wasted, so she was obviously trying to make a point with him, which was weird because they’d only met twice. First in the parking lot, then outside the club. But then the other shoe dropped. He slowly walked from behind the bar, joining Saide on her side. Saved them yelling over the counter.
“Why don’t you just spit it out? You think I’m a witch or something?” It was tempting to stand there and gaslight Sadie into believing she was wrong, but Tobi wasn’t an asshole. “So, what’re you gonna do? Have them burn me in the town square tonight? I’m happy to meet you guys there after I finish work… just promise me you’ll douse me in enough petrol.” He hauled himself up onto the chair next to Saide, “So, who told you I’m a warlock?” He assumed Sadie didn’t go home and figure everything out on her own. Someone confirmed what she witnessed that evening with Tobi did actually happen. Someone must have told her magic existed. SADIE VALENCIA |
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
Age:
28
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Author
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Single
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on May 11, 2024 19:57:15 GMT
Tobi. Hmm. Not the most wizardy name out there, but Sadie supposed that neither Darcey or Nicky were either. Despite this new, freaking massive shift in her understanding of the world, she wasn’t living in some JK Rowling world. People weren’t called things like Sirius or Minerva, they didn’t go to special schools and definitely weren’t strolling around with wands in their pockets – although she’d considered asking if that was a wand in Darcey’s pocket as he’d been telling her about it all. She resisted smacking a palm against her forehead to shake that lingering image away as he introduced himself. Sadie. Brain. Concentrate..
”Finally a name to put to the face,” she joked. He’d probably still end up as Parking Lot Guy in her head, but telling Darcey she’d confronted the guy the next time she saw him would be easier without having to say Parking Lot Guy every time. The acronym had just been confusing, especially when she’d dragged Darcey out of bed, rattled and desperate to know that she hadn’t finally lost it.
Reassured by Darcey’s demonstration just as much as the feel of his arms around her, Sadie had felt like she’d finally started getting a grip on what she’d been missing for so freaking long. For days she’d picked through every weird experience she’d ever had, wondering just how close she’d gotten to the truth before. Living in Mystic Falls meant there’d been plenty of them and now she had a list scribbled on paper of what she thought honestly might’ve been close encounters of the spooky AF kind. None of them had been as blatant as what had happened out in the street with the coyote, but every single one of them set off some sort of alarm bell in the back of her head when she’d started picking through what had happened.
The morning after the incident she’d picked through all of that too. In the cold light of day what had happened had seemed even clearer. Tobi’s spell had been some sort of telepathic shit, like he’d built a brick wall between the coyote and them that the animal had slammed into at full speed. Maybe he coulda used a less violent spell, but at the end of the day she was just glad that she’d survived her bout of idiocy. Spelling out what she knew had happened to him now only seemed to have him frowning again. She’d give him some credit, he played dumb really well, but the seconds he walked out from behind the bar, she was so fucking sure.
Smug as hell, Sadie crossed her arms and swivelled towards him. A grin tugged at her lips, her brows rising. She leaned in, her lips just a few inches from his ear as though he might carry on pretending to be deaf. ”Almost,” she said with a shrug. ”A warlock. It’s same-same though, right? It’s just a difference of what’s between your legs.” And he wasn’t denying it now. She knew the truth and unless he wanted to entirely shatter the mostly harmless impression she’d had of him and try to shut her up the same way he had the coyote, he wasn’t gonna do much about it.
Her laughter cracked out, her arms uncrossing for her to hold a hand up between the two of them to cut off his thought. Shit like that might’ve actually happened a couple of hundred years ago, but times had changed. Enough weird shit happened around here that most people probably wouldn’t blink over the idea – once she’d understood what had happened she hadn’t. What Darcey could do – and she guessed what Tobi could as well – had been fucking amazing. ”I’d rather not break a nail trying to raise a pitckfork,” she assured him. ”I’m not pissed about the whole thing. Maybe just mildly irritated that you made me feel like I needed a padded cell.” Thanks to Darcey that feeling had rapidly disappeared.
Shit. She hadn’t planned on planned on outing him for what he’d revealed to her. Painted lips slamming shit, Sadie tugged the menu towards her again as Tobi slipped onto a stool next to her. She pretended to study it instead of meeting his eye. ”How do you know I didn’t just figure it out for myself? I’m not as airheaded as I look you know, I’ve got plenty up here…” She tapped a finger against her temple. There’d been plenty of guys who thought all of her worth was what was framed nicely in a low cut dress. ”You weren’t exactly discrete and Google translate’s a real bonus when you need to figure out what words mean.” Even if she would’ve butchered the spelling just as badly as she had her attempt at repeating it to Darcey.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on May 31, 2024 1:12:49 GMT
Despite being all calm and casual about Sadie figuring out his secret there was a tiny part of him that was worried she was going to tell everyone. Not because he was going to be burnt at the stake but because if he wasn’t burnt alive then his family were going to kill him for being so damn irresponsible. They should have known by now that his middle name was irresponsible. When he killed that rabid animal he was acting on instincts though. The thing could have bitten him or Sadie. At the time he had no idea there was some supernatural virus in town, but the way in which the animals' eyes glowed indicated there was a human below the surface. So technically speaking he’d killed a person, which he didn’t feel overly okay with. A smile formed on his face at Sadie’s comment, “True. I’ve met some guys who refer to themselves as witches though. It’s all down to your coven I guess." It was all the same though. Magic, potions and spells. You could refer to yourself as Harry Potter if you wanted, although it may have been a little too much. Tobi had never been a fan of those stupid movies either. They portrayed magic so badly and people like Sadie believed that's how things went. A wand chooses you, you go to some fancy magic school and maybe if you’re lucky you get a nice owl. Times have changed now though. The chances of Tobi being strung up was slim, but someone may cart him away to experiment on him like some alien. His chest would be ripped open and someone probed inside to find his magic. He laughed about it with Sadie, but hopefully she didn’t go telling everyone in Mystic Falls. He needed to keep his family safe. If word got out they weren’t human they’d have to move town. Again. They were forced out of Portland after they were brought back from the dead. There was no way his parents could explain why their dead children were suddenly not dead anymore. “What could I say? I had to lie to you ‘cause I didn’t want you knowing the truth and selling out to the town council.” Although they were just as likely to brush it under the carpet, along with all the vampire related stuff that was going on. So, the secret was out and there was no point being coy about it anymore. “I don’t think your an airhead.” He quickly said. He wasn’t trying to downplay her intelligence, but most humans would explain away what they saw. A trick of the eyes. “I’m assuming someone has confirmed witches and warlocks exist before I did… otherwise you wouldn’t have been as bold confronting me.” It could have ended in a trip to a padded cell, “Kudos Googling the words though. Even I don’t know half the shit I’m saying sometimes. We were never taught the translations.” Because what was the point? Tobi didn’t care what he was saying anyway. SADIE VALENCIA |
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Jun 9, 2024 19:23:01 GMT
If she’d actually thought she’d come face to face with him tonight, Sadie might’ve considered just how dangerous it was throwing accusations around. Life wasn’t a bestselling thriller, people didn’t killed to hide some dark secret. Darcey had spent so long reassuring her on the night he’d come clean, making it clear to her that PLG probably hadn’t wanted to scare her, which is why he’d lied his ass off about what had happened. She hadn’t considered that he’d maybe been scared about someone killing because of what he was. Again, not a novel. There were enough people going around calling themselves witches that it probably offered a natural sort of cover for people who could snap necks with thin air, sprout flowers out of their palms and uh … heat washed over her face when she recalled just what ability Darcey had displayed after. Like she could feel that invisible touch rippling over her skin again, she shifted on her seat.
Tobi was remarkably calm about the whole conversation going down in the middle of the club, well, at work. Was this like an open secret around here and she’d just been the one blind to the whole thing? Darcey had said her writing was scarily accurate, did that have people thinking she was in the know? Like she could pull off the super secret supernatural handshake Mason style? She snorted as he assured her some guys referred to themselves as witches. ”How very modern,”{/b] she drawled. She’d never exactly been PC, couldn’t have been with a mouth that tended to avoid her mental filter. ”This feels like one of those ’all thumbs are fingers but not all fingers are thumbs’ things.” Would they get pissed off if she made it easier and just called them all wizards? Probably. The covens might get a little pissed about the Harry Potter comparisons at some point, just like she’d been pissed off when people constantly asked her if she’d been influenced by Suzanne Collins.
She could’ve led this whole thing off with a pinky swear that she wouldn’t go sharing his secret with everybody – Darcey definitely didn’t count, she hadn’t even know this was a thing when she’d told him. It’d just been like some weird fever dream, one muddied with fear and alcohol. It had only faded when Darcey had sat her down and revealed his own powers to her. She could’ve spoken to her mom when she’d gone to the Diner next morning for breakfast or even called Aud with an ’Oh my God, you won’t believe what happened to me last night’. Instead the truth had stayed between her and Darcey, sealed in his bedroom like it’d been a confessional … and … well. Sadie puffed out a breath as she half glanced over her shoulder. Half the club now, she guessed.
Her gaze snapped back to Tobi’s as he explained, her brows rising. ”The town council? What?” The laugh rolled out of her again, her hand waving through the air. ”You think they’d gonna make some town event over it? Burning a witch in the middle of the square? Nah, you don’t have to worry about that. The only spooky thing they embrace around here is the story that there were vampires roaming around in the 19th century. Spoiler alert, it was just soldiers.” She rolled her eyes before she mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key. ”Cross my heart, this is just between you, me … you and me. That’s it.” Only he knew that someone else had ratted him out somehow.
”Good,” Sadie puffed at him as he said the right thing. She had to give him kudos, he hadn’t done that where he’d made conversation with her cleavage. It was refreshing in a town where plenty of guys had done since she’d started to grow out rather than up in middle school. Remembering Darcey’s reveal again, Sadie made a sound low in her throat. ”Let’s just say somebody reassured me that I hadn’t gone totally gaga that night.” He was wrong on her not being as bold about confronting him without confirmation, he obviously didn’t know her that well. Doing things without entirely thinking it through was a constant for her.
Sadie shrugged, the corner of her mouth curling up again. ”I’m a writer, I like knowing what shit means. Is it always in Latin? You guys usually get taught by family right? This is like a genetic thing.” Which meant that the Coven – AKA Tobi’s fam – had probably spent years drumming that stuff into his head. Maybe he was a little more lax about demonstrating it than they liked, her mom had been the same way over her using what her dad’s team had taught her to kick bully ass all the way through school. Just because you had the knowledge didn’t mean you had to go showing it off. ”Thanks for saving my life with it,” she told him finally. It couldn’t be counted as showing off when you were doing that.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
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Bartender
Status:
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Bad decisions make for the best memories
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Jun 18, 2024 19:34:45 GMT
The situation could have gone horribly wrong for Sadie, especially if she was to approach someone like Tobi’s dad and ask him if he was a warlock. Her memory would have been wiped instantly, but Tobi had no fucking clue how to do that. He’d been taught it once, but the spell had disappeared out of his mind by now, along with a lot of other important information he should have certainly retained. The storage inside his memory was very limited and most of the time it was at full capacity. He had somehow managed to squeeze in the ingredients for certain cocktails at the bar. Even if he knew, would he have used the spell on Sadie? Probably not. He didn’t feeling comfortable fucking around with someones memory. If he was desperate he could call in one of the boys from downstairs to compel her. Sadie seemed pretty chill about the situation so far though, so there was no need to call in the muscle. Who the hell would he ask though? Lawrence would likely tell him to fuck off as he was still salty about Penny. Hector may do the same thing, telling Tobi to tidy up his own mess. That left Linc. Tobi knew if he panicked Linc into believing Saide was going to expose everyone, including Linc, he’d be upstairs in a heartbeat to toy about in Sadie’s memories. There was a twitch of a frown on Tobi’s face. He’d never heard that expression, but then again he’d spent twenty years underground. Literally. Eating dirt and maggots. In reality he was a man who was nearing forty. That made him stomach churn. “I guess.” Fingers and thumbs. It was all the same. Tobi didn’t care about the town council. It was just a bunch of middle aged rich people trying to paint this picture that their town was safe. “Okay they might not burn me in the town square, but they’ll probably force me and my family out of town.” Or even worse, force him to work with them. “Vampires? Yeah right.” He let out a fake laugh. He’d already fucked up once, he was going to tell Sadie vampires actually existed. She could figure that out on her own. “Fabolous!” Otherwise Linc would be on compelling duty. There was a tiny bit of guilt that he made Sadie think she’d gone a bit crazy after what she saw that evening. When they bumped into each other they were both pretty trashed, so he assumed she’d just put it down to her drunk mind making things up. “Someone? Someone like me?” It obviously wasn’t a vampire. There was a small squeeze in his chest when she asked if it was a genetic thing. There had been some kind of fuck up when it came to Kai. “I think so. I’ve never heard a spell that wasn’t in Latin. Our parents teach us from a young age.” Abracadabra was basically their first word. Tobi smiled, “You’re welcome. That thing looked infected.” Sadly that thing was a person, but word on the street was the person was probably beyond saving. SADIE VALENCIA - wanna wrap with yours? |
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
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Author
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Jun 24, 2024 19:29:27 GMT
He guessed, but he really wasn’t getting her. Sadie squelched a smile, not wanting to muddy things up any more than they already were over which witch/warlock/wizard pronoun she was meant to be using. There were probably already dozens of levels to this whole thing that Darcey hadn’t wanted to overwhelm her with so far. He’d gone in soft with his explanation and she still appreciated that approach. A flower blooming out of nowhere to steal away the fear that had continued to leave her heart rattling in her chest. Those sweatpants and that second trick with the air moving over her like hands had finished the job. If she thought about it really hard she was sure she’d still be able to hear the crack of the coyote’s neck, but she wasn’t feeling it echo through her every time she looked at Tobi.
More than once since Darcey had told her she’d been so close to the truth in what she’d written, Sadie had joked that maybe she was psychic. Truth was that it was probably more from spending her entire life reading just about everything she could lay her hands on, plucking what had sounded the most interesting and fun from the smorgasbord of weirdness that others had written about. A scattering of tropes, twists on the species that seemed to be huge in the publishing world these days. If dragons ended up flying over Mystic Falls, burning the woods and slaughtering the local sheep she was gonna flip out.
Fiction these days was wilder than it had been when Bram Stoker had started putting Dracula down on paper. People were more accepting, they had imaginations as broad as Twilight could make them. ”For cleaning up the problems they haven’t been able to with a little spell? Doubtful,” Sadie snorted. ”Just tell them it’s your civic duty.” Her eyes narrowed faintly as he laughed over her vampire comment. Had there been an edge of fake to it? Was she looking too hard in the hope that the world out there was a thousand times bigger and weirder than she’d ever imagined it would be. If there was and Tobi just happened to whisper a little more of the truth, she wouldn’t go blabbing it, this was a secret she was keeping close her heart – and alright, maybe she was putting a heavily veiled version of it in her novels. A girl had to eat after all.
Tobi obviously didn’t think she’d pulled all of this out of thin air and it felt like he wasn’t going to drop it until she came clean. Where did he think she’d heard it from? The dead coyote? Her hands came up like she was warding him off. ”Okay, yeah, someone like you.” But she wasn’t about to tell names. ”I told them what had happened, including the spell you used, and they came clean. They showed me a little something too, just so I didn’t think it was all…” Clicking her tongue to imitate the sound the coyote’s neck had made as it was snapped, she tilted her own head, rolling her eyes and letting her tongue loll from her mouth. It hadn’t been until afterwards that she’d started to feel some sort of sympathy for the coyote. It hadn’t asked to end up rabid. Hopefully someone had scooped it up off the sidewalk and given it a decent burial.
Darcey probably had a hundred spells in his arsenal after all those years of practising. Maybe they were the sort of thing where you just had to string the right intention together with the right words and your options were absolutely endless. Sadie nodded slowly, Tobi’s explanation jibing with what Darcey had told her. ”When your powers start showing? Like magical puberty, right? Then practice makes perfect.” Darcey hadn’t quite put it that way, but he’d made it clear that control had come with age. He probably had at least ten or fifteen years on Tobi, maybe subtlety would end up coming with age for him too. Sadie shuddered at the thought of what might have happened without his power. ”It had to have been to attack like that. Have you ever seen anything like it before or was that just me being lucky as hell that you’ve got fast reactions? Did you … uh … find out what happened to it afterwards?” Her mouth went slightly dry, leaving her wishing she’d gotten him to make her drink first. She’d checked the newspapers for a week after, but there’d been no mention of it.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
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Bartender
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Single
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Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Aug 2, 2024 21:09:35 GMT
Course his parents could do some kind of complicated spell to make everyone forget what they thought they knew about the Parker family, but they’d already angered the magic community by bringing their children back from the dead. They wouldn’t risk it, not when they could gather their belongings and leave town. Unfortunately their parents had relocated them to a town where the town council believed witches and warlocks existed, but they needed to be close to magic, considering the ancestors had cut them off He wasn’t even surprised when Sadie relayed her story. Fucking witches and warlocks everywhere nowadays. Vampires too, but that was a problem within itself. He wanted to ask who the person was who told her, but he knew Sadie wouldn't give up the name Tobi arched a brow at Sadie’s question. “Pretty much. I broke my sister’s doll house. As she ran off to tell my parents I somehow managed to take away her ability to speak. Took them an hour to realise my sister wasn’t pretending that she couldn’t speak and my dad reversed the spell.” There was a small smile on his face as he spoke, recounting the memory in his mind. Back when things were simple. “I know that coyotes can get a bit wild on a full moon but… never seen anything like that before.” There was something feral in the way in which the animal went for them. “Let's pick this chat up after I finish work. I’ll answer all your questions.” A crowd of people had started to gather at the bar. He quickly slopped off behind the bar, serving Sadie her first drink of the night, “This ones on me.” He smiled as he slid the glass back towards her before spinning around to serve the rest of the customers. SADIE VALENCIA - end |
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