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𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗 ❦ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑

[gender] female [age] twenty-five [species] human [ location ] near and far cafe [ tagged ] miles

Were this a normal night Viv would be behind the bar at the Near and Far Cafe handing out drinks to thirsty fishermen and listening to all the town gossip. Instead, the witch was downstairs knelt in front of the basement door carving runes into the floor from an open book beside her. From just outside the door Vivien could hear the howling wind and thunder crashing above her, the immense power of the storm was clear and Viv could only hope that her magic would stand against it. Taliesin witches had always lived in Sebara Harbour, though Vivien doubted this was the same building she knew that the Near and Far Cafe had stood the test of time, partially because of the magic inlaid into the very architecture of the building. With the last rune carved the witch sat back studying her work and the now glimmering wall that covered the doorway, hopefully in combination with the sandbags she'd set up earlier that day it would be enough to keep the water out of her home and business. Vivien refused to be the Taliesin witch who let the cafe succumb to the elements, a legacy of more than a hundred years was now solely on her shoulders, had been since she was eighteen. Closing the book gently Viv ran her hand over the leather-bound cover taking a moment to admire the embossed symbol on the front, Her mother's spellbook was something the young witch had tried to keep as pristine as possible, everything she'd learned about witchcraft was from this book and without her mother here it was her only real source of information.
Satisfied with her handiwork Vivien headed back up past the windows that rattled in their frames and towards her room upstairs. With every flash of lightning, the room was bathed in bright light revealing her simple set up, a bed in one corner, small couch and tv on the far wall and what she was looking for, her charm making desk positioned just under the window. Pulling it back a little from the wall Vivien slid her mother's spellbook into its drawer carefully and then grabbed a handful of good luck charms and stuffed them into her pants pocket. Storms had always brought strange things to Sebara Harbor, her mother had always told Viv that is was because this place had some kind of mystical energy that drew creatures to it. Maybe there was, Vivien herself didn't really feel a pull, but then again was she a supernatural creature? No, she was more like the unofficial guardian of Sebara Harbor kept and a keeper. Grabbing her raincoat Viv knew she'd have to at least check the beaches tonight just in case something came ashore that wasn't meant to.
BANG! The witch's head whipped around, that wasn't a thunderclap, her suspicions confirmed as she heard a familiar voice calling out. Miles? Eyes widening Viv rushed out of her room not even bothering to close the door to her room and practically flew down the stairs flicking the lights on as she went. "Miles! You absolute..." Viv began pausing to pull the soaked figure into a hug, "reckless I've never met someone as....you think this is the first storm I've weathered?" she finished as she pulled away. Shaking off the water on her arms Viv hurried behind the bar and grabbed a hand towel tossing it towards Milles's face. Now, of course, she had an issue, Miles probably wouldn't let her go off on her own. One hand on her hip Viv eyed her friend "What was your plan exactly?" she asked speaking slow her other hand spelling out her question as well.

𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗 ﹅ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛

[gender] female [age] twenty-three [species] selkie [ location ] the road [ tagged ]

Watching the rain trail down the window Ronan was a little surprised that the weatherman had been right. From experience, they were often wrong but this, this rain, felt like a sign. Chase had told her to clear out Sebara Harbor so there had to at least have been some sort of rumour of unnatural creatures around there. Still hours away Ronan didn't want to get there in the middle of a storm especially if this one was as nasty as it felt. Now she was pulled over just off the road a window cracked on the passenger side to ventilate. Wrapped in her blanket in the back seat the hunter tried to find that sweet spot of comfort that would let her get a few hours before she got into town. Another small seaside town, aquatic creatures were after all her speciality, she'd killed so many that at this point Ronan had lost count. What was it like to be a supernatural creature? Plucking absentmindedly at her bracelet Ronan couldn't remember the last time she'd found joy swimming in the ocean, or even what it was like to swim through the kelp forests. At this point, this selkie was human, she'd given up the right to be a selkie when her skin had been stolen and now she was left with this form. Turning into the seat cushion Ronan pushed all thoughts out of her mind, the only way she could sleep, tomorrow she'd arrive in Sebara Harbor and hopefully, some unfortunate creature had been beached, easy pickings for a hunter.

[amithethird]

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☂ Miles Barrera
☂ human - the altruist
☂ location: the near and far cafe
☂ tagged: vivien, aspasia
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When Vivien appears on the staircase, he lets out a sigh of relief, though that relief doesn't last long when he sees how obviously surprised she is to see him - upset even. His face flushes as she scolds him and pulls him into a hug. He doesn’t quite catch every word, but he gets the sentiment: “you idiot, what are you doing out here?”

He catches the towel she throws him and tries to squeeze as much water as he can out of his mop of curly hair, though he feels like it's a losing battle. He's still completely soaked from the rain, a problem which likely won't be fixed with just one towel. Still, it's better than nothing. He looks up when he hears Viv speak again.

"What was your plan exactly?"

"To make sure you were ok? I've never seen a storm this bad before. I wanted to make sure the roof didn't come down on you," he says.

Though obviously he didn't give the old building enough credit. How it's stood the test of time, he doesn't know, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If the cafe is safe, and Viv along with it, that means he can start worrying about anyone else who might be out here and less prepared than her.

He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and takes it out, toweling water off of the waterproof case. Honestly, that case is probably the best investment he's ever made. Doing what he does, going where he goes, he's positive he would have had to replace the darn thing at least a dozen times by now without it. He opens up the message from Aspasia.

Heading to the Center. Going to check on everything.

"Hm, I think Aspasia caught stupid from me," he says, "She's headed to the wildlife center to check on it."

He can't even blame her, though. Honestly, that was already on his list of places to check up on, especially since it's currently empty, save for the animals. While he can't help but worry that she'll get hurt in the storm, he's also glad that she beat him there, just in case something does go wrong. With him and Aspasia already out and thinking about it, it probably wouldn't help for Lottie to also be out in harms way. No doubt she's thinking about the Center as well in the middle of all this. He sends a quick text to her, then looks back at Viv.

"You wanna catch stupid too and come with me? Seems like the cafe's not going anywhere."

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✽ Loretta "Lottie" Bright
✽ human - the uninitiated
✽ location: police station
✽ tagged: open
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While most days Lottie enjoys having a basement apartment downtown, it certainly isn't without its drawbacks. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter, the noise upstairs can be a little much, and on nights like tonight, it's far too easy for water to get in.

Rainwater had started pooling in the concrete stairwell that went down to her front door almost as soon as the rain started, and she knew once this was over that she'd have quite the mess to clean up. She'd done all she could for now, though, and as she drops another sandbag at her threshold, water still running down in small rivulets from the street above, she prays this storm won't last into the morning. She feels her phone vibrate and crams herself into as dry a corner as she can find to look at it.

Checking Center. Aspasia there too. Stay safe. reads Miles' text.

Well, that's good at least. She isn't sure she would even be able to get all the way over there in this weather. Not safely, anyway. With her luck, tempting fate is never a good idea.

"Hey! Lottie! You doing alright down there?"

Lottie looks up when she hears a voice through the roar of the wind, and she sees Chief Douglas standing at the top of her stairwell, flashlight in hand. The beam barely breaks through the gloom of the rain, but any light is welcome at this point. Even the streetlights are struggling to illuminate the downtown area.

"More or less!" she replies, "Though the basement's going to be in bad shape in the morning."

"Why don't you come down to the station with me. Some other folks are hunkering down there as well. It'll be safer than sitting around in your apartment waiting to drown."

Lottie can't help but laugh a little at how dramatic the chief makes this whole situation sound, but she isn't about to argue. The police station will be warmer at least, and they'll probably have tea or coffee for everyone waiting out the storm there. She climbs the stairs and joins Chief Douglas on her trek through town, knocking on doors and checking to make sure everyone is doing ok. A few people decide to join them as well, and before long, they all arrive at the station.

The police station is a sturdy concrete building that has weathered many storms in the past. Old and unsightly, some people refer to it as "the Bunker" and it might as well be one. As far as storm shelters go, the station might be the best there is in town, and people have been hiding inside its walls during bad weather for years. As they walk inside, Lottie can't help but squint in the harsh florescent lighting. Inside, the grungy green carpet is covered in wet footprints leading back to the break room where a handful of people have already made themselves comfortable with steaming paper cups of coffee. Lottie hangs up her coat with the others on the dripping coat rack and goes to make herself a cup of tea to wait the storm out with.

[♡ Pineapple ♡]

Ｋｏｓｕｋｅ - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫
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[ location - streets ] - [ Male - 24 ] - [ Skeptic ] - [ tags - open ]
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The storm basically came out of nowhere. It had been a quiet morning, Kosuke woke up at four in the morning per usual the sky was a little cloudy but nothing too crazy or unusual for Maine. He got dressed in his usual suit and styled his hair gelled back as usual. Finally getting out of his house he made his way to the police station, his personal car had been transformed into a police vehicle. Lights and Sirens had been added to the black mercedes along with a police radio he could turn off and on for when he was off duty, although he usually rode in his other cars when he was off duty.

He had paid for the transformation of his car out of pocket, he wasn't about to ride around in a beat up cop car. When he got to the station coffee was ready along with some pastries. He knew where the pastries came from all to well Raava had the habit of bombarding the Fire House and Police station with baked goods, it was still a little awkward when she came to the station and he was there.

It didn't take long for the wind to pick up and water to start coming down in buckets. Soon enough everyone's phones started going off with flash flood warnings. It was going to be a busy day. The chief stood out of her office looking at everyone who was on shift.

"It's going to be a wild one today I need a handful of you to stay behind to look after citizens coming here, the other hand full will go to the streets make sure no one is out by the town center or the shores, advice them to go home, if they live in that area send them over to the police station"

The chief began to divide the groups. He was appointed to go on parol "You got it chief" he said taking his car keys and heading out. It was quite the challenge getting to the car as the water poured on him. He started the car and began to make his way down the streets of downtown, passing by Raava's workshop he didn't see a car, it could always be inside but hopefully she had been smart enough to stay home.

Ｒａａｖａ - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫
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[ location - workshop ] - [ female - 23 ] - [ Workshop Owner ] - [ tags - open ]
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Oh man it was really coming down now, Raava was awakened by the sound of rain hitting the metal roof of her workshop, it would be safer if she went home but by the looks of it that wasn't the best option. With her workshop being made out of primarily metal she was at risk of lightning hitting.

She also had to protect all of the electronics out of the way. it wouldn't take long for the water to get in so she had to think fast, she really had to get a sub pump installed into the warehouse for these kinds of issues but it was a little too late for that right now. she looked around and picked up some sand bags that were laying around placing them on the door so that the water would have a harder time getting in for now.

She begin to work fast she had an idea. if she was able to make a strong wind current she would be able to alter the path of the water nearing the door. the only downfall was the way the wind was heading it was basically slamming against the door. in order to solve this she would have to make some sort of windbreaker.

She needed a big piece of metal Looking around at what she had she realized she didn't have the correct size she could always weld one but working with electricity during the storm would be incredibly stupid. She tapped her finger on her chin and she looked around, then her eyes settled on her car. well it's not like she couldn't put it back together after the storm was over. grabbing some tools she decided to take the hood off her car if she could anchor this the right way on the door then she would be able to alter the flow of the water that was being slammed into the door, that wouldn't keep all the water out though she would still need wind.

Getting rid of the screws connecting the hood to the car she had completely miscalculated how heavy it would be. She stumbled backwards as she removed it falling down, jeez this thing really was heavy. She pushed the hood off of her taking a breather before standing up and dragging it towards the door. Now how exactly was she going to get outside and put this where it had to go? She gave out a nervous hum looking at a piece of rope, well that would do. She took the rope and put it on her shoulder getting ready to open the door. Removing the sandbags it really wasn't that hard to open the door, the wind did it for her. The water was coming in by force now, she tried her best to fight the wind and drag the hood out. It took her a couple minutes but she eventually did it.

tying the ends of the rope to the places where the screws should be she threw the rope up against a light fixture. Pulling on the rope she began to elevate the hood, she just needed to get it stuck on the brick and tie the rope to something to keep it there. The gap in the brick would keep the hood at an angle, taking the windforce off of the doors. After what seemed forever in pulling she was finally able to do it. Now she needed to keep the door tight, looking around for something to tie it around she spotted the street light, she had enough rope to make it. She headed towards the streetlight fighting the wind as she did so, she was rather small so it took her a bit more force than others.

She tied the rope tightly around the light post and headed back inside using all of her force to close the doors, she placed the sandbags back and got her car battery out, with some light wire work she connected a strong fan to it, it began to push all the water that had gotten inside to the walls where it would be easy to pick up away from her tools and it would help prevent more water from coming in. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was absolutely drenched, cleaning the water off of her glasses she looked around, she had to have a blanket somewhere in here right? As she began to look the lights went out and the workshop went completely pitch black .... great.

Raava felt around for a second walking into her bakery stand, she got a muffin out and went over to where her couch should be, walking into it she sat down curling up to conserve body heat, she was definetly going to catch a cold from this. But at least her tools and experiments where safe now. She would have to wait it out in the darkness, she could always use her phone, but she figured it was better to save the battery for emergencies, plus it wasn't on her, it was somewhere in the workshop, and she couldn't see a thing.