Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
Gray riding hood
An argument happened in Arcana Research. Co, escalating as time passed.
In a simple dimly lit office, with a scarlet-dyed carpet and grey pieces of furniture, Penelope and a woman named Veronica Westchester faced each other.
Veronica possessed a wide grin, her eyes slightly closed. A tinge of malevolence echoed from her expression, carved on that pale face, festooned by her flowing ash-grey hair.
"You don't look like someone asking for help, oh, Penelope," she said while passing by a black leather chair, planning. "Your actions are quite forceful."
Penelope stared directly into the woman's eyes and said: "Oh, sorry, but I don't respect low-lives who sell their employees to cockride competition. Spare me your nonsense and give me what I came here for."