Ask The Raven Clan
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Killers (AU Rp with asktheravenclan)

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Morgana knew there was a reason to carry an old cricket bat around. Even if that reason was helping Ebony get her targets nice and unconscious before taking them back to the house. It made transport so much easier, and the blunt force trauma looked like that of a pipe most times.

When the male woke up, he would find himself bound up in ropes and gagged with a simple cloth in his mouth.

The woman from the club came into view, now clad in an entirely different outfit, her eyes cold as she looked him over slowly. The lieutenant squirmed, disturbed by the look. It was examining in a creepy way, as if she was a butcher, who was deciding on where to start cutting the meat.

"Normally, I would begin my work at once." The woman said, her voice strangely airy, as if she was in a trance. "But Morgana wants to talk to you first."

"Ah just want a bit of info…" Morgana smiled as she walked into the room. "Yahr boss is gettin’ a shipment of cocaine in soon," she removed the gag and smiled sweetly, "where is he gettin’ it? Ah have all night. Yah just have till yah run out of blood."

Welcome to the Nuthouse|| closed with jack-the-black

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It always took a lot of energy to vent his anger the way he just had. Jack stood for a moment, leaning against his staff and gasping for breath as he did so. It took a bit, before he registered the others words, and with a small groan, he pushed himself up and got over to the desk.

Concentrating on grabbing the pen helped a bit on settling him down as well, along with trying to think about what to write. It felt like it took forever, but for Morgana it might only have seemed like a few minutes.

'Stepfather hated me. Wanted me out of the way. 'Accident' was him hurting my sister. I tried to protect her. She drowned. He made them believe I did it.'

Morgana waited until the pen stopped moving before she moved to read what was written. “Oh… oh yah poor dear. An’ then endin’ up here… That much anger made yah stick around huh?” She asked before checking her watch. “Shite, nearly sunrise…” Grabbing her radio from her pack, she called the rest of her group. “Guys, we’ve got two hours or so before we pack up. Make sure yah have all the footage yah need so we can go over it later.” 

Jack had, unseen of course, climbed up on the desk and huddled there, hugging his knees to his chest.

"I wish I could go home." He muttered quietly. He felt tired now, completely drained. When was the last time he had used all his energy like this? He couldn’t remember.

Morgana began collecting the pieces of equipment in the hall, having stuck the paper in her pack with Jack’s file. She’d wait until morning to get the other cameras, but she wanted to look over some of the footage herself… maybe later. Putting the camera in the bag they’d left inside, she didn’t even notice when her fingers brushed against the pinkie bone.

((You get to pick)) "Sophie, Ah got those herbs an' unicorn horn shavin's yah wanted." Morgana called as she let herself in.

thestrangewomannamedsophie:

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thestrangewomannamedsophie:

The Witch Queen was confused as to where she was. It appeared as though she were in some cottage out in the woods. A homey placed with evidence of a magical family living here, if the toys and candles with books and herbal jars were anything to go by. That and there was a magical aura everywhere.

She stilled when hearing a familiar voice and turned, a somewhat relieved smile on her face at the sight if her teacher and mentor.

"Morgana! It is so good to see you!" The Witch Queen spoke while stepping towards her. This must be Morgana’s home then. But why and how was she brought here?

"Morgana, I have to admit though, I’m a little confused. Why am I here? Last I remember, I was in my woodland kingdom with my husband. Did you bring me here somehow?"

"A smart one, that’s what." She grinned widely before hugging the younger woman. "Oh, yah are so gettin’ a taste of fertility magic after we get yah home." Morgana teased.

"Morgana!" Sophie laughed, unable to hold back the blush on her face as she dropped her Witch Queen face in favor for a more open one. Then, shaking her head and rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, Sophie giggled and faced Morgana. “I would…actually quite like that.” there was a small tremble that came at the prospect of children-children!-with her dear Prince.

"But first, why don’t we figure out a way to get me back home."

"There’s that smile Ah miss seein’ on yah sometimes." Morgana grinned before biting her lip. "Ah don’t know if Ah can send yah back; we may have ta wait it out an’ see what happens."

((You get to pick)) "Sophie, Ah got those herbs an' unicorn horn shavin's yah wanted." Morgana called as she let herself in.

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thestrangewomannamedsophie:

The Witch Queen was confused as to where she was. It appeared as though she were in some cottage out in the woods. A homey placed with evidence of a magical family living here, if the toys and candles with books and herbal jars were anything to go by. That and there was a magical aura everywhere.

She stilled when hearing a familiar voice and turned, a somewhat relieved smile on her face at the sight if her teacher and mentor.

"Morgana! It is so good to see you!" The Witch Queen spoke while stepping towards her. This must be Morgana’s home then. But why and how was she brought here?

"Morgana, I have to admit though, I’m a little confused. Why am I here? Last I remember, I was in my woodland kingdom with my husband. Did you bring me here somehow?"

"Noooo." Morgana mused as she put the requested items down, taking time to give the woman a once over. Oh boy… dimension crossing wasn’t exactly a safe thing to do, and even if both the versions of Sophie she was close with adored her, she knew that this version wouldn’t like the answer she was about to get. "Yah’re in another dimension, or at least several hundred years in the future. Hard ta tell. Besides, my home’s a big castle like yahrs, silly." She smiled and sighed nervously.

"Though, the version of yah that lives here is also still kinda my student too."

Another dimension.

She was in anther dimension.

Sophie stared at Morgana, her mind racing with this knowledge. At first, she grew increasingly concerned and worried while eyeing this world’s Morgana. But then, thinking it over some more, she relaxed. Morgana was still Morgana here, that she could be certain of. Still, there were other things that concerned her now. Such as getting back home.

"….This poses a great problem for me." she said.

"Yeah, it kind of does. Also, since when were yah an’ that Prince married, hm?" She grinned before lightly nudging her student’s side. "Am Ah gonna be an Auntie? Oh, can Ah teach the kiddies how ta blow heads off of people? Ah’m not allowed ta teach this dimension’s Sophie’s kids that ‘cause it’s not exactly a thin’ yah do in a small townish area."

"We aren’t….married." the Witch Queen frowned, almost pouting, with a small flush to her cheeks. "I do not know yet if we will have children. So far, I haven’t shown any signs of bearing." then a cool smirk came on her face as she chuckled in her throat

"And why Morgana, what sort of Queen do you take me for? Ah, it would be quite messy to clean up but it is nothing that bothersome to teach." she hummed thoughtfully.

"A smart one, that’s what." She grinned widely before hugging the younger woman. "Oh, yah are so gettin’ a taste of fertility magic after we get yah home." Morgana teased.

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((You get to pick)) "Sophie, Ah got those herbs an' unicorn horn shavin's yah wanted." Morgana called as she let herself in.

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The Witch Queen was confused as to where she was. It appeared as though she were in some cottage out in the woods. A homey placed with evidence of a magical family living here, if the toys and candles with books and herbal jars were anything to go by. That and there was a magical aura everywhere.

She stilled when hearing a familiar voice and turned, a somewhat relieved smile on her face at the sight if her teacher and mentor.

"Morgana! It is so good to see you!" The Witch Queen spoke while stepping towards her. This must be Morgana’s home then. But why and how was she brought here?

"Morgana, I have to admit though, I’m a little confused. Why am I here? Last I remember, I was in my woodland kingdom with my husband. Did you bring me here somehow?"

"Noooo." Morgana mused as she put the requested items down, taking time to give the woman a once over. Oh boy… dimension crossing wasn’t exactly a safe thing to do, and even if both the versions of Sophie she was close with adored her, she knew that this version wouldn’t like the answer she was about to get. "Yah’re in another dimension, or at least several hundred years in the future. Hard ta tell. Besides, my home’s a big castle like yahrs, silly." She smiled and sighed nervously.

"Though, the version of yah that lives here is also still kinda my student too."

Another dimension.

She was in anther dimension.

Sophie stared at Morgana, her mind racing with this knowledge. At first, she grew increasingly concerned and worried while eyeing this world’s Morgana. But then, thinking it over some more, she relaxed. Morgana was still Morgana here, that she could be certain of. Still, there were other things that concerned her now. Such as getting back home.

"….This poses a great problem for me." she said.

"Yeah, it kind of does. Also, since when were yah an’ that Prince married, hm?" She grinned before lightly nudging her student’s side. "Am Ah gonna be an Auntie? Oh, can Ah teach the kiddies how ta blow heads off of people? Ah’m not allowed ta teach this dimension’s Sophie’s kids that ‘cause it’s not exactly a thin’ yah do in a small townish area."

Interruption

jack-the-black:

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31. Your muse walks in on mine in a compromising position

Nightmare sand could sometimes have a fickle nature. It could be just as temperamental as a cat at times, which was no exception now, as it now held Jack by his ankle, dangling him upside down while the Nightmare King was swearing furiously at it.

It was then that he noticed Morgana, and he scowled furiously as he swung his staff angrily at the living sand, that managed to keep itself out of range.

"This- Ngh- is not - arrgh - what it looks like!" He hissed.

"S-ure its not." Morgana giggled as she watched. "Did yah try ta make it play nice again?"

"I have no idea how Mansnoozie does it." The other deadpanned, before he made another attempt.

"Let- fuckin’- GO!" He yelped when the sand released him, making him fall down and land with a hard ‘OOF!’

"Ow…"

"Did yah try pettin’ it? Ah’ve seen him do that." She tried her best not to laugh as she moved to help him up.

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Jack narrowed his eyes hatefully, as the woman read up from the file. He could feel a familiar old anger welling up in him, as she mentioned that bastard, and then dear little Emily…

"That bastard WAS NOT MY FATHER!" He bellowed, before he furiously SLAMMED his staff against the cabinet. Whatever residential rats there had been before, now fled in complete panic, as Jack decided to vent his anger on the cabinet, slamming his staff on it again and again.

"Nothing was wrong!" He shouted, "I WAS FINE! I WAS PERFECTLY FINE! I WAS PERFECTLY! FINE!!

She moved behind the desk and waited until the cabinet stopped shaking before she pulled a pen and some paper out of her pack. “Ah guess yah’re still around Jack…” she pushed the items to the other side of the desk, “Do yah mind tellin’ meh what happened? Please?”

It always took a lot of energy to vent his anger the way he just had. Jack stood for a moment, leaning against his staff and gasping for breath as he did so. It took a bit, before he registered the others words, and with a small groan, he pushed himself up and got over to the desk.

Concentrating on grabbing the pen helped a bit on settling him down as well, along with trying to think about what to write. It felt like it took forever, but for Morgana it might only have seemed like a few minutes.

'Stepfather hated me. Wanted me out of the way. 'Accident' was him hurting my sister. I tried to protect her. She drowned. He made them believe I did it.'

Morgana waited until the pen stopped moving before she moved to read what was written. “Oh… oh yah poor dear. An’ then endin’ up here… That much anger made yah stick around huh?” She asked before checking her watch. “Shite, nearly sunrise…” Grabbing her radio from her pack, she called the rest of her group. “Guys, we’ve got two hours or so before we pack up. Make sure yah have all the footage yah need so we can go over it later.” 

Interruption

jack-the-black:

31. Your muse walks in on mine in a compromising position

Nightmare sand could sometimes have a fickle nature. It could be just as temperamental as a cat at times, which was no exception now, as it now held Jack by his ankle, dangling him upside down while the Nightmare King was swearing furiously at it.

It was then that he noticed Morgana, and he scowled furiously as he swung his staff angrily at the living sand, that managed to keep itself out of range.

"This- Ngh- is not - arrgh - what it looks like!" He hissed.

"S-ure its not." Morgana giggled as she watched. "Did yah try ta make it play nice again?"