Brandon Valosa

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  1. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    August 18th, 2020 8:47 pm New York Hospital Brandon’s eyes burst open as he came back to consciousness. He could feel the gurney he was strapped to roll towards the ambulance door and the small wheels drop onto cracked pavement still not repaired after the cataclysmic events that had changed the city of New York and the world forever. The jolt as much as the two EMT’s tried was still jolting to the injured man and he gritted his teeth to keep fro yelling out. His eyes were that dark sodalite blue, the tell tail sign that he had used his abilities that separated him from the average human. He had been walking out towards the harbor and got as close as he could look over the harbor to take a look at the ships and feel the cool breeze coming off the deep waters. There were so many things on his mind as he walked down first street in Brooklyn. The sidewalk was still broken up and and though the road was still usable the paved surface that the occasional vehicle traveled on was in need of much repair with deep pot holes and uneven pavement. In the twilight the shadows were longer but that didn’t seen to bother him. Having found a goldenrod yellow paper flyer hanging on a street corner hours earlier for a part time job on forty-third street to clear out a warehouse at eight o'clock the next day. It would be for ten hours a day for as long as it took. The pay wasn’t much, eight dollars an hour for hard sweaty labor but Brandon would be grateful for any occupation that kept him off the street, food in his belly and the occasional beer. He had worked for about six hours that day helping remove debris from a lot not too far away but that was for only one day. He was still In his work clothes, a worn plaid shirt with red and blue stripes on a white field and a pair of faded jeans that were more than threads but not much better. Turning to his left he made his way across the street onto forty-third and glanced at the dress, “two blocs from the docks,” he said as he read out loud from the advertisement and began walking towards his destination. He hadn’t gotten far before he spotted it, small plumes of whitish grey smoke rising up from a warehouse a block away. Fire, he thought as he rand towards the structure. It was blue thought the paint was chipping and the windows boarded up. The narrow overhead door had been welded shut and replaced with a pair of hinged steel ones. Someone had place a large chain and a padlock on the outside though he could hear the yells for help from the inside and the battering on the door from the other side. The door itself seemed off color somehow and the lock was already a hue of red. Brandon slipped off his backpack and sat it on the edge of the sidewalk near a light pole and ran over to the door looking for a way to unlock the thing. Their desperate cries for help grew louder and the hazel eyed man felt he had little choice. He took off his shirt and held onto it with both hand and grasped the lock just as he phased into his other dimension separating himself from the known world a bit and taking the hot metal lock with him. With a set of clinched jaws and lips pulled up as he grimaced in burning pain he started to move to the side so he could throw the object away safely. Coming back into form as he did hoping no one would notice but too soon as the metal doors flung open under the weight of a centers massive rear hooves. The door closed to him struck singing his right arm and the side of his face as it struck and he went flying loosing the lock in the process and coming to a stop against the side of the building. If the lock had not been as if it were from an oven, not enough to scorched right through the crumpled shirt to char the skin off the palms and fingers of his hands he could have remained in his own dimension as the hoards of trapped outworlders escaped the inferno they were in. Yet he hadn’t and by coming out too soon suffered even more injuries, more burns and lacerations. Numb with the adrenaline that coerced his veins Brandon staggered to his feet and dimension shifted again to walk back in hoping to save at least one more. The smoke was thick and those that had made it out already coughed and choked on the oxygen robbing plumes and made his vision even worse then it normally would have been where he was in an altered state. The pain wanted to make him leave but he could hear what sounded like a child crying finally he saw movement and and the voice faded as the small horned figure slumped to the ground. She couldn’t have been much older then him if that and only about four feet in height. Her hooves feet and furry legs making her stand out even more from most humans. Coming out again he scooped the now unconscious woman up in his arms and then shifted once more to escape the smoke that burned his eyes and singed his throat. Within a few steps he had made it out the doorway and to the sidewalk on the opposite side before he began to set her down by the wall behind the group that he escape that distance. Now visible for a moment he created quite a stir then came the explosion during which he went back into the dimension to cross the street and retrieve his pack before heading somewhere to address his wounds. He didn’t make it far only a block before he collapsed coming back into the three dimensions and forming a heap, shirtless, bruised and burned on the decaying sidewalk. His thoughts returned as the woman EMT that had found him spoke up. “There are those gorgeous eyes,” The words came from the dark haired woman who had first found him curled up in pain not far from the exploded warehouse on a usable but not well kept 43rd street. “What,” he heard the dark man pushing the gurney reply with a chuckle, “you don’t like mine?” He grinned and added a touch of humor, “dark chocolate babe, now that’s where it’s at.” Brandon didn’t respond to either, only checked to make sure his backpack was still there and the small round container was still in his pocket. His wallet was missing but that was understandable as they needed the ID . Then he noticed the bandages, heavy, thick bandages that turned his arms into clubs and wrapped his chest fairly tightly. “That centaur said you saved their lives,” The male EMT said trying to keep the conversation going as he wheeled through the doorway into emergency and even more people in scrubs began to huddle around him. There were many others there who had arrived before him, a virtual who's who of the outworlders. At the moment their glaring eyes still filled with fright offered little in comfort. “But you sure got messed up in the processes hero,” the woman answered sounding as if she was chiding him a little. “Yep and then went ninja like to rescue a girl,” the man with dark curly hair pushing the card replied with a hint to teasing, “just couldn’t leave well enough alone.” He hadn’t got either of their names although he was sure they had said them. The pain was intense and he knew they had given him some sot of injection, just what he wasn’t sure. “Just relax big boy we’ll get you taken care of you Brandon,” he heard again before fading out of conscious again.
  2. Words and Wax

    Brandon watched curiously as she walked over to withdrew the small wooden box. His brow was still furrowed as the questions played on his mind with few answers and more questions arising as he tried to answer the ones he already had. The woman had been kind, a trait he didn’t see often, and he was grateful for it. Her help had gotten him this far though Branden felt with the knowledge he now possessed he was in a more precarious position then ever before. If his mentor, of sorts, was correct there really was more to worry about, more to explore and more to keep hidden from prying eyes. "No, I don't think you should stop looking. Just be prepared for what you find.” “So if I put this in the box," he asked tilting his head as he looked at her faint smile, “if it has magic others won’t be able to detect it?” Brandon shook his head and smiled sheepishly, "sorry warding wasn’t covered in any of my classes.” Without allowing time for a clear answer to his question he posed another that was probably more urgent on his mind, “I’m up for the chase, but if it does have real magic how will I know and how do I, um, prepare for it?”
  3. Words and Wax

    Brandon furrowed his brows and she reached out toward him closing her hands over his. “You need to keep this closer to the vest.” He had never thought of it as more than a trinket, a souvenir of a past he couldn’t remember, and now it seemed to be becoming something of importance. His hazel eyes had settled heavily on hers as he listened to her advice and warning, still, how was he supposed to research the broach if it was to be done with such secrecy. The man’s thoughts were that of puzzlement though he knew what the shop owner was saying was for his own good. “Was your mother a magus?” “Not to my knowledge,” Brandon admitted taking in a deep breath and shaking his head to the negative, “I cannot remember anything about my life before I was thirteen.” What he said was true, honest to a fault one might say as being so forthright could be as dangerous as his behavior had been with the brooch. Still, if he was to learn, if he was to gain her trust enough that she might help him honesty was to him was still be best policy. “The Resonance,” Brandon began taking back his treasure and placing it back inside of the worn metal safe he carried, “it destroyed my memory of anything before it. I’m just trying to see if something will trigger those memories.” He picked up the lid and began closing it on his treasure then looked back up towards her, “perhaps I should just let it be I guess.”
  4. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    “You are a stubborn one, aren't you?” Brandon just looked at Altheia, listening to her words and gazing into her pale blue eyes. She was right and he knew it. He was a stubborn one. Being stubborn was how he survived. It was how he managed to stay in school and prepare for a career that was a far out of reach now as it was when he took his first class. But that same stubbornness might be the thing that actually earned him a position. "Just because you refuse to admit that you're a hero doesn't mean you aren't one” The man nodded knowingly still gazing steadily into her eyes. The color on his face becoming more ruddy as her words it their intended mark. He knew she was correct but he wasn’t one, was he? Had he done something others wouldn’t have done if they could? Then she asked “the question” and his cheeks turned beet red with embarrassment. He shook his head as she apologized and put his hand out to touch her, “it’s alright, I, I am, different.” He blushed even more and looked away, “I can go to another dimension, it’s how I got the lock and chain off the door, took it with me so it was no longer keeping them in.” Brandon sighed and looked back, “I don’t do it much but sometimes it, helps.”
  5. The Eclectic Charm

    Brandon nodded as he took in her words He was trying to remember the last time he had the opportunity to really treat a woman like a lady and realized it had been some time, too long in his opinion, and now he was able to do something about it. Classes at Yale and working to keep his bills paid had squelched out any social life like pouring a whole bucket of water on the embers of a fire. Now, with tests and exams behind him, he wasn’t going to let things happen the same way in this budding relationship. He glanced at the woman singing for a moment admiring her talent. It seemed odd to him that in spite of her unusual appearance he still found her attractive and he didn’t notice the differences as much. In his mind Brandon imagined she had been morphed into the creature she now was and based on her grasp of so many songs written before the Resonance he was pretty sure that she had not just appeared from another plane of existence. He knew from his own personal experience of seeing someone become something they previously were not that such metamorphoses had taken place. He thought that this was what happened to him though not in as visible a manor. Either way she obviously had a great deal of talent and Brandon was grateful to hear it. He walked over to the opposite side of the table pulling out the chair and slid into it. He slid his backpack under the table and drew in a deep breath returning his gaze back to the attractive reddish haired Phoebe. “She’s great isn’t she,” Branden taking in a deep breath. Behind him the dark haired waitress made her way towards their table. There was a broad smile on her face as she approached clutching the two menus Brandon had left behind at the bar. Her deep chestnut brown hair was parted down the middle and brought to the side in tight braids tough she was probably in her late twenties with bangs trimmed straight across her forehead. She grinned broadly at Phoebe as he came closer, “how is everything tonight?” She looked over at Brandon and offered him the same expression, “Jack said you left these and I should find out what you wanted to order.” Placing the once menus in front of each of them she continued, “I’m Sarah and I’ll be your waitress this evening.” The woman looked over at Phoebe again, “can I get you anything to drink before I take your meal order?”
  6. The Eclectic Charm

    August 16th, 2020 6:45pm The Eclectic Brandon sat with the heels of his leather shoes propped up on the metal rod that ran the distance of the bar and and glanced around at the relatively empty establishment known as The Eclectic. It was small Bar in Middletown that had caught his attention. Just as the name indicated the establishment was put together from the remains of several pubs and breweries scavenged after the events of the last ten years. Pictures lined the wall of happier times taken from the ruins of watering holes that had fallen victim to the calamities that had stricken the city and it’s burbs as well as the world. On one of the wall was even a dart board used to hold up a few frameless photos of patrons pinned in place by the darts acting as tacks. The chairs and tables were a mix and match variety all made to fit together with a little paint and care to bring the community back from the clutches of disaster. Painted on the Marque under it’s unusual name were the words, “Spirits Lifted and Hearts Fed Here.” Even the bar stools were a mix of designs and colors as they lined up around the smooth counter. The light fixtures were just as eclectic as the rest of the place and somehow it all looked as if it belonged just the way it was. “Here you go Brandon,” the man behind the raised counter said with a cheerful tone, “one Lager of the Lakes off tap.” He chuckled, “you order something different every time you go somewhere don’t you?” The Yale graduate chuckled and nodded his assent, “my taste is as eclectic as your bar.” He shifted slightly as he checked to make sure his black backpack was still right where he left in, on the floor in front of the stool. Brandon’s hazel eyes danced as he looked at the light amber offering as it sat atop a simple white paper napkin with the word Eclectic printed in large bold letters. The man looked back at the the bar tender and raised an eyebrow, “you chill your lager in storage don’t you?” For a moment the man looked puzzled as his eyes widened, “and how did you know that.” He shook his head still leaving what remained of his blonde hair that had not fallen prey to his male pattern baldness, “we stored it in the ice box freezer because we didn’t have enough room in the cellar for it.
  7. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    lol no worries. I understand Branden isn't the most powerful individual, wasn't trying to make him so, but I do think if they heard Branden did something with his power there might be some confusion between the two, as in who did it. Perhaps the police might want to question Branden about illegal activities done by others with abilities that might on the surface seem similar. Bakkhos might at first get it confused too and give someone else the credit or blame for it. Either way I was trying to let the three JP's he is in play out a bit more before trying to get Branden in any further trouble. I really don't know where any of them are going right now.
  8. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    So you may have noticed Brandon is currently unaffiliated. That does not mean he will stay that way. I have an idea where Brandon gets injured, perhaps shot because he either is targeted because of being an Altered human, (actually he's an outworlder but at this point he thinks he is human) or tries to stop something using his powers and gets hurt do to poor timing on his part. This will alert several types of people and perhaps open a chance for him to meet people from various factions. Here are some examples as groups that might be interested. Government and Law Enforcement: Brandon has a Doctoral degree as a Forensic Investigation Specialist from Yale and trying to land his first job. ARMA: He does have a magic item and has magic abilities, that combined with his education might be enough to get them interested. PHAROS: Well he does have abilities, the magic item and his training might come in handy. ORDER OF FIRST LIGHT: Again magic item they might want to collect, perhaps not so interested in him other then that unless they think he might be useable for something. BAKKHOS: His ability to slip through walls invisibly might be useful but don't count on him doing this for them willingly. That said, Government/Law and ARMA have the best chance but that does not mean others cannot try to convince him. This could be in several thread involving each faction individually or members of different ones together. Let me know what you think! Trevor
  9. Words and Wax

    The man’s eyes trailed up from the book he was currently absorbed in. Before his spread out on the table were a number of books open to various section with illustrated examples of the various knots. His finger hovered as if he was afraid to actually touch the yellowing pages of a smaller book while with the other he was comparing one of he knots to the actual brooch readily visible to anyone. The metal box sat on the table, the lid placed to the side revealing the piece of paper that once housed the artifact. Based on his careful handling of the books it was obvious he knew how to care for them and cherished such things yet he seemed rather naive on idea that he should be keeping the existence of such an item a secret. Based on the widening of his eyes it was obvious he was more than a little surprised as he came back from his own little world of concentration to the reality everyone else seemed to share. Their color was still the same with a few more specks of blue as he delved deeper into his research. “Oh hi Rorye,” Brandon said letting a smile cross his face, “I certainly have." He glanced over at his empty cup not remembering when he had finished it, “I guess I could use some more coffee.” He smiled broadly at the dark haired woman and extended the small brooch towards her like a child in show and tell. “It was my mother’s,” he explained as he gently held the object, “it's not valuable or at least that's what I have been told and I’ve been curious about the knots for some time.” With his empty hand he motioned towards the books spread out before him and continued like an eager scholar ready to share his research,“from what I gather these knots are extremely rare and one of them,” he motioned to his last book, “mentions something about it being from another world.”
  10. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    “I’m not a hero,” the man protested hearing her empty he might try this again, just did what I could. He was starting to relax as the pain from his conditions began to vanish. It was a peculiar experience though not uncomfortable. He enjoyed looking at the woman though he wished it was under different circumstances. The skin on Branden’s hands was fresh and pink now, newly form from the woman’s efforts, where it had been charred and black from the heated metal chain and lock. His head still felt like a someone had gotten inside and was using a sledge hammer to break their way out. His eyes were becoming a little less blue as the effects dissipated leaving them more of the hazel tones. He knew as it happened it was going to become a issue pointing out his peculiarities from humans. His countenance fell as he listened to her explain his physical condition. “I, I’m sorry," the man said apologetically raising his gaze back up towards the blue eyed woman, “the mettle door hit me.”
  11. The Eclectic Charm

    “Gladly,” Brandon’s eyes sparkled as he responded to the words he heard. The grin on his face was about as big as it could get without actually hurting the man. His eyes stayed locked on the hazel eyed woman as he addressed the bar tender, “hay Jack, we’re going to move to a table, "could you send a waitress by?” “You got it,” the bartender replied picking up two paper menus and placing them on the counter in easy reach of either of them. “Thanks Jack,” the man said not letting his eyes leave his new female acquaintance. Brandon’s eyes were a little more brown than usual, something that happened when he was feeling happy and there was no doubt he was enjoying himself. He stood retrieving the backpack he had been guarding and offered a hand to Phoebe as if he had an idea of what it was like to be a gentlemen. “Make sure her drinks are on my tab,” Brandon said hoping Jack heard as he turned and began walking to a table. Over near the wall was a small round table draped in an off white table flanked by two chairs with cushioned seat not far from where the entertainer sat, more leaned actually, on her own high backed stool. The outworlder smiled as she saw the pair coming over but never missed a beat as she continued her melody. “This one alright,” he asked as he let go of her hand long enough to pull out the chair that faced the woman for Phoebe to have a seat.
  12. The Eclectic Charm

    As Phoebe spoke the musician changed to a songs with a little more upbeat tempo. The words were more in the background to her harp and was a tune Brandon couldn’t recall hearing before. Still, her voice was sweet and melodious. Not knowing the female musician the man thought that if the entertainment business was booming as he heard it was before he could remember she probably would have her own album. As an outworlder that wasn’t much of a option for her. Still, he was pleased she was able to find employment providing enjoyment to those who happened into the unique establishment. Valosa ignored both the musician and his glass of spirits for a while as he listened intently to his new acquaintance talk about her career. There really wasn’t much left of the amber liquid though he hadn’t quite finished it. He swiveled a bit in his stool and leaned a bit forward hoping to hear Pheobe that much better as she spoke intrigued by her stated career. Branden was no expert but he did know something about bartering and it sounded as if Phoebe was far more an expert. His thoughts went to his brooch as he heard her mention she had been in a jewelry store when the Resonance rocked their world. He looked towards Jack behind the bar who had busied himself with arranging some of the bottles in an attempt to look busy as he eavesdropped on the conversation. Branden tugged on his sleeves absently as he prepared to make a request of the woman next to him. “Would you like to share a table with me,” he offered pointing towards the grouping of tables closer to the musician. He gave her a broad smile, “I’ll buy your dinner and we can hear the music a little better?”
  13. Words and Wax

    Brandon looked up as she spoke listening intently to her counseling words. He was aware that magic could be dangerous but his brooch didn’t seem as if it could be much of a threat. Still, he took her warning seriously. Yet the man wanted, needed, to know about his mysterious past whether it was dangerous to do or not. He didn’t expect that it contained any magic, let alone anything dangerous. Like many he expected things with magic to be ancient and made from really valuable material, not the low value trinket he figured the piece of jewelry was. “I will,” he answered looking seriously at the dark haired woman, “thank you for the warning.” As the woman moved away Branden glanced over at the other offerings left by his new acquaintance. The books were a variety of sized and shapes though most of them were older than he was and he knew it. His brow furrowed as he looked at each book cover and spine trying to discern which held the information he was seeking. There was one smaller than the rest. It had worn corners and gilding that was intended for the lettering had long ago vanished with use. As he opened the rare book his eyes widener with keen interest though he still didn’t see exactly what he was looking for. The page marked the beginning of a chapter with another circle of knots above the bolded heading, “Knots With a Connection to Another World.” “Woe,” Brandon whispered as he sat the book back down open on the stack of tomes. His eyes darted across the pages words. His eyes looked up and around as he placed a finger on the page and reached into his right front pocket and took out a small pill box. It was obvious the container had seen many days of use. Its black pained metal surface was scratched and chipped and the white words “Murphy's Pills” was nearly worn away. He unscrewed the lid releasing the worn rubber seal and revealing a small piece of white tissue. Branden picked up the tissue and gently folded back the edges to reveal the small brooch and held it in his hand as he returned to the text. On the page was another of the knots he had never been able to identify before and the words claimed it was evidence of an item whose origin was not that of Earth. Though the chapter did not identify on it’s pages where they felt it was from but rather that individuals who had identified it as an extremely rare knot believed not to have been used by any known Earth sources. Brandon read the words eagerly as he palmed the small item and turned the yellowed pages. He shook his head as he opened his palm again and then went back to reading the book. His completion was paler as he fought back the shock of the realizations that just kept coming.
  14. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    Brandon nodded as the woman explained the situation. Although he wasn’t sure what her intentions were he knew that at the moment he possessed little choice in the matter. The amount of pain he was in from the injuries injuries sustained left him without much of an ability to resist and as of yet he thought he had no need to. He was cautious, perhaps too cautious, and wouldn’t normally allow himself to be this vulnerable but he knew he needed help and without it his chances of survival were slim at best. Medicine had changed as it always had over time and circumstances to meet the needs of the world’s inhabitants, now it seemed with the resonance the catastrophic metamorphosis of what would be deemed as normal, sound medical treatment had changed as well. Branden watched intently as the woman closed the two of them off from the rest of the ward. It was a means of staying conscious. He was fighting the urge to just close his eyes. Brandon wanted to live and he knew enough about injuries to know that sleep right at that moment was not an option. Feeling her hand on his cheek bare was comforting and gave him something to focus on. The sensation was nice, reassuring, as if he was accepted. His chest, one of the unaffected ares of his body, enveloped his lungs and breathing in what little fumes he did had already caused his lungs to burn slightly, a minor irritation compared to the burns and the throbbing in his head. Branden set his eyes on the woman as she spoke. “Okay. So I need you to not freak out and just relax, but do not close your eyes please.” The man nodded trying to give the woman a smile though it looked more like a grimace. He gazed intently at her pleasant features with eyes still as blue as the brooch safely hidden in his pocket, “I’ll try,” he managed horsely. He coughed once as if to clear his throat though nothing seemed to move and he winced from the experience. Brandon could feel something, a calming at first as the physicians magic began to work. Pain began to subside radiating from where her hand touched his chest. He breathed more easily and nodded at her words about her possibly passing out though didn’t protest knowing that if she did she would not go past a point where it would harm her though the man hoped it didn’t come to that. “You, you are healing me,” he said with a much clearer voice and eyes wide open, “thank, thank you.”
  15. The Eclectic Charm

    “So far just some odd day jobs,” Brandon admitted. He let out a sigh as he pondered how to explain his experience. If Branden had graduated before 2010 and the world entered into this collision of times and worlds he would have had a prestigious, rather high paying job waiting for him upon completion of his Yale degree. But now Yale was an upstart in eduction and a Ph.D from anywhere was not nearly as sought after as those before. Resources were still scarce and the curriculum, even at Yale was not up to the standards held before the general collapse of society. “I would think scavenging would be profitable, probably more than what I’m doing.” He drew in a breath and smiled, “most of the time my pay isn’t in money anyway.” They just give me something for it and I trade it to get something else, like beer.” The man lifted his glass and grinned at the bar tender, “got some sort of water filter as part of my pay for what I did yesterday, evidently it works in the system they have here so I traded it for drinks and food.” As the graduate spoke he could hear the song played change to something more upbeat, a version of the James Taylor song, “You’ve Got a Friend.” A few more patrons entered and Brandon looked around at the growing crowd. Coming in to forget their worries. Brandon took another sip of the amber liquid, “I grew up here, in New York City.” Although it was true from eleven on he really didn’t know where he was before that. His recent visit to a book shop had set him in the right direction but there were still so many unanswered questions. Brandon shifted again and took another drink before replying again, “things were really bad after the Nevus event. Everything was disrupted, police, social services, hospitals, I don’t remember much before it but the devastation from that, the zombie attacks, the Nevus wave and the Blood Moon last year have all taken a toll on things.” The man smiled thinking for how things had changed, "it’s been a little slow to recover but still it’s better then it was.”
  16. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    lol Well he can do that or it can wait till we start another, say at your new bar.... ooooh beer lol
  17. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    Brandon did is best to keep his eyes open though they wanted to close so badly as if they wanted to hide from the world. He knew that right now sleep was not a an activity that would be good for him and he didn’t have a death wish, just a streak of melancholy, He knew things were serious when they brought him into a separate room, privacy always came with a price and hospitals were already expensive, or sho he had heard. Telling him not to worry about it only made things seem worse as now he was a charity case, someone who couldn’t take care of themselves and it wasn’t a good feeling. The room was well lit and by electricity, a scarcity in and of itself. It was a sign of recovery that there were services available but not everywhere shared that luxury. He glanced around the room finally realizing he was alone with the pale blue eyed doctor and chose to focus on her beauty to stay awake. He hesitated when she asked his name though he gave it up knowing it was easy enough to find. “Brandon Valosa,” the man said then let his gaze drop, “I have a wallet…, I think they put it in a bag attached to the cart. It has my ID in it.”
  18. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    Sounds like a great idea guys. I doub't in Brandon's contidition he is going to be able to keep his brooch secret real well, that is if he has to take off his clothes, pretty typical for hospitalization. lol he'd get the always flattering gown and if luck two to keep from showing his vertical smile to the whole world. In the ongoing post I have right now, "Words and Wax," With Rorye he's hunting for clues and at the moment does not believe it is anything but costume jewelry but he's starting to think it was at least intended to have power. Nice that he has had it for 10 years and has not figured it out yet. lol
  19. Words and Wax

    “Done and done.” The phrase still hung in the air long after it was said as if they were being carried on the summer breeze towards his mind though he didn’t know exactly why. He was in a domain that was far out of his league. Brandon knew that full well but his desire to know the truth kept driving him deeper into the tome in spite of Rorye’s words about things in the fun cabinet being dangerous. “Really,” Brandon replied furrowing his brow at her mention of passing everything had powers and was going to try to harm her. He drew in a breath and glanced at the ancient words again and then back at the dark haired woman again. The man glanced up as she brought more books to the table for him to peruse and nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” he offered pausing for a moment hesitantly as if he was about to say something and then continued his research. Brandon was beginning to trust the woman, something he rarely allowed himself the luxury of doing. Life for the orphan had not been easy though it had not been pleasant for anyone since the events in 2010 that rocked the world sending it into the realms chaos as new inhabitants for other worlds, other realities collided with those of Earths and humans were forever changed, some more than others. He returned his thoughts towards the large ancient tome taking in the words in Latin and old English that he could understand. The artwork was mesmerizing to him as his hazel eyes flicked from one carefully illustrated image to the next and taking in the vast amount of information that was new to the University graduate. He bent towards the book letting a finger hover over the latin words as he spoke them aloud, “quod si nodum manu utebatur pro dextera igitur et antecedens est binding caput egit honestum. Si autem recta est inteded traditur in custodia tenebantur.” “Left and right handed knots,” He furrowed his brow as he turned the page only to find one of the knots in particular staring back at him. Brandon’s eyes widened as he spotted one of the unusually rare knots, “there,” he muttered a little more quietly as he moved the rubbing closer to the illustration. It appeared two times in the ring one left and one right at the one and six position if it were a clock face. “There must be two spells one to ward and one to bind,” Brandon shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing, “sort of a push and pull?”
  20. The Eclectic Charm

    Picking up his glass to take another drink Brandon listened to the woman and nodded his understanding, “grew up in this city, on the streets basically,” Brandon admitted as he took in a deep breath thinking of his days as an orphan in the big apple, “a lot has changed, mostly for the better.“ The musician was playing on the harp and singing a song from the sixties called, “the sound of silence.” It was a tune Branden had heard before and thought it was rather ironic as the melancholy lyrics were sung. “So which direction did you come in from,” Brandon asked taking another sip before setting the glass down again, “I arrived a few months ago for the New Haven to look for a job. Not much there after things. It looks much like a ghost town.”
  21. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    Through the fog that was beginning to gather in his mind Brandon heard Altheia’s feminine voice as she made her request. His eyes opened slowly to look at the blonde physician, turning his head towards her face and those beautiful eyes. His were still the unusual shade of blue though the affect of his magic was beginning to subside allowing hits of the hazel that was his norm. He squinted trying to get things into focus and to cut out some of the light as one of his pupils was slightly larger than the other. The pain was growing more intense as the adrenaline levels began to drop and the complete realization of the extent of his injuries began to settle in on him. His head throbbed with every heart beat and the burns tingled in unison. He had slid down slightly in the bed and wanted to straighten out but when he tried to sit up the effort hurt too badly to complete the movement. He continued to look at her and attempted to smile feeling the tightness of dried blood on his face and up again at the woman and felt the to of drying blood on the side of his face. “I, “I can’t afford to pay,” he admitted letting his gaze drop down and he moved uncomfortable, “you probably should take care of the others first.”
  22. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    Thanks for the reminder. I'll have to remember things are a bit slower paced here. Don't have that luxury on other boards so it might take a bit to let that mindset sink in. Altheia Martin will do some healing . The two could work together.
  23. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    So I have a post being worked on now that is associated with this. "Would be Reluctant Hero" . I left some things vague hoping that an investigator would fill in the missing details and might want to find Brandon in the New York Hospital or something. At any rate was starting to see if there was any interests. So far I would have to say no.
  24. Words and Wax

    With eager eyes Brandon took in the contents of the case as the doors were opened and the woman began to unlock the safe. He had heard her mention that they were expensive books, something the would have expected, and dangerous ones, which was something he didn’t quite understand. The light haired man hadn’t grasped she was referring to magic, hadn't associated the brooch with any power especially after a jeweler had told him it was pretty much just costume jewelry without much worth. To him the article had a great deal of worth. It was his only, that and the tattoo on his back, to his past and it was something he wanted to know, wanted to understand deeply. “Coffee would be great,” the Yale gad replied to her question looking up at Rorye, “black with no sugar will be fine, thank you.” Brandon’s eyes sparked as he spoke and the little blue specks in them danced as she brought out the leather bound volume and he took in her explanation of what was placed before him. His expression was one of eager earnestness as he moved in to take a better look at all the artful illustrations and notice the latin sprinkled in on sidebars along the old English verbiage that gathered around the artwork and offered some explanation. His eyes weren’t on the woman now then had locked onto the text as if it had some sort of magic spell in and of itself, some mystical power to draw in his mind and capture his imagination. Brandon’s hazel eyes slowly moved about the open pages reading the words on the page. Looked at a series of circular renderings that were extremely similar to the rubbing he had made then began reading allowed in a voice fairly above a whisper, “tunc custos magica, et pr?,” Brandon began reading the latin heading written by an ancient hand and embellished with the scribes artistic touches of the knots. “Time Magic,” the man said with a bit of surprise, “you really think my knots have something to do with magic?”
  25. The Eclectic Charm

    There was a smile on Jack’s face as he gave her a nod and turned to go about some of the other duties of a man in his position. He started to say something but stopped looking over at the door as the evening entertainment came strolling through the entrance. It was a woman, probably an off worlders based on the rams horns that grew from her head just above her ears. Other than that the the fact she only had four fingers on each hand rather than two one might be forgiven for thinking she was human. Se was carrying a harp of some sort. It was only about a foot and a half tall and about a foot wide with seven strings on each side, obviously not a common instrument for earth. Brandon glanced over as Phoebe as he listened to her only slightly noticing the musician, “Well I can’t argue with that.” He chuckled and took a sip of his beverage and glanced back over to her, "I suppose for some they have found a permanent home but I'm still looking for steady work so that makes it a little more dificult." There was a pause as he grinned and picked up his glass again, "Haven’t been back to New Your in a while, it’s better but to be honest I don’t know what it was like before 2010.” He shifted slightly in his seat and drew in a breath setting the glass of amber liquid down, “so how long have you been in New York?”