Creation 16

[dodo_master]

[Cynric, thanks to the post office, is now completely up to his full magical potential! Sorry, Mayfield. So very sorry.

Today the residents and neighbors of 1669 Nelson will see an odd sight. The recently budding trees and plant life around the house are all dead and dried. One might even accidentally stumble across a bird or squirrel that looks like it fell off a tree or roof, dead as a doornail. The smudged remains of a magical circle are left in sidewalk chalk near the house.

Elsewhere in town, Cynric can be seen with Hephaestus the dodo and... some sort of horrible cat monstrosity. You see, Cynric is an immensely powerful mage. The most powerful in his world, though he's not aware of that fact. His specialties, as he's told many people, lie in the creation of golems, chimera, homunculi and other creations via alchemy, summoning and other spells. And of couse, the first thing he's done is whip him self up a new friend. Made of cats. Several cats. Maybe around 8 of them. They've been formed into one unhappy, pointy-toothed, mangy mass about 8 feet in length and with 6 legs. Tiny Cynric is sitting on top of it as they walk through town, looking quite pleased. Heph totters along side them cheerfully as always. Cynric will tip his hat to one and all!]

Ah, good morning!


[[OOC - Cynric's magic has a tragic flaw to it - it sucks out the energy/life out of things around him, instead of using his own (like Theo, since they come from the same world). He shouldn't be doing a lot of casting in this thread, but be warned if he does - if your character is nearby when he does, they will get light headed, pass out or in some instances, die. Though unless he casts something huge, that last one shouldn't happen.]]

Comments

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

....What on earth? [[Theta is on her way to the post office, and stops to stare at the cat...thing...and its rider. Hadn't he spoken to her before? That's right, he claimed to know her. And he was friendly...]]

...Cynric?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Considering how they last few days had been going, Pokey wasn't...exactly in the best of moods.

But he can't really stop and stare as he notices Cynric riding his horrible abomination to God. Hell, he even smiles a bit. ...He doesn't approach though. He's gotten enough physical damage done to him already this week, so he doesn't really want to risk more if you can't actually control it as well as it seems you can, Cynric.]

....What is that?

[There's almost childish wonder there.]

[mayflychaser.livejournal.com]

[Bolting past in a brilliant red trenchcoat and with a serious goal in mind, Vash would barely notice the lovecraftian abomination out of the corner of his eye. He skid to an almost instant stop, the otherwise cool demeanor he had going for just a moment being broken. This thing is at least 14 kinds of horrifying for him.]

W-w-what the hell is that?!

[thenorthernwall]

[Staring]

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