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"I agree that we need food, but I feel like it would be helpful to food if we knew what on earth we could do with our mystical powers."

Suddenly, the windows shatter on a nearby window and something- it's to sudden and too fast to notice- leaps towards Guen.

Qavisxu simply sighs. This simply got worse and worse.

Fixed.

"Indeed. Anyway, it doesn't matter why you were late, only that you are here now." He turns back to scanning the surrounding streets. Nothing is there- since the scream, there hasn't been a sound. No wind, no distant sounds of wildlife. Only the echoing sounds of your own footsteps, breath and heartbeat are audible in this eerie city.

Looking behind her and seeing the boy follow her, she calls back "Oh, decided to follow, have you? Come on, the diner isn't far!"

Sure. Is everyone finished with their turn? Map:

Being too cool to look at explosions, Qavisxu just stares Trylle in the eyes for a couple moments, narrowing them before straightening and saying. "Very well. However, if we want to truly cooperate, it would be nice if we could trust we aren't using magic on each other, don't you agree?" Something was off about this new girl, he thought. She obviously wasn't a normal person- everyone here had some form of magic, so why break the trend here?

No, you can just roleplay it.

"Well don't do it to me, understand?"

"Ah. Greetings. You are Yueal, yes?" He says in a hushed tone. He slows to a trot, falling aligned to the fellow Vaeuevuv. "Why are you late?"

He walks up to Harmony, and as he towers over her he says in a quiet tone, "Don't mess with my head, girl. I've haven't been trained to deal with your magics, but I have been trained against mental attacks from Mind Crackers."

"Crap! Look... Wait. The diner is that direction! Uh... Well, see you!" She begins to run towards the source of the flames, leaving the strange person behind.

Grace walked down the street. The buildings of downtown Liverpool rose around her as she walked to her job at the local diner. The smell of the sea and the smell of smoke intermingled- wait, smoke? She looks up and the biggest plume of smoke she's ever seen flowed across the sky from the seaside. "Ah! Fire!" She patted herself down to find her phone- unfortunately, she had forgot it at home. @Ookla the Counselor "You!" She runs over to the nearest person who was sitting on a bench looking a little confused. "There's a fire- do you have a phone?"

No one quite knows why it happened- perhaps a passing ASB, perhaps a snap in spacetime, or perhaps sheer quantum chance. Whatever it was, it happened. On January 1st, 2015 at 12:00am, magic in the world returned. All magic. Any, every piece of folklore, from Ancient China to the Native Americans, the Aboriginals to the Mongols, all of it came back- monsters, artifacts, magic, everything and anything. Unicorns roam the plains of Europe, and in the basement of an office buildings a satanic cult summons up demons and devils to serve their will. A great dragon advises an wise old man in China, and a Rakshasa tricks a businessman into following him a dark alley with promises of great wealth. Uh, not many gods, though. The world didn't turn into a reckoners, but with gods- that's a whole other setting. There are powerful beings, yes, but nothing like the pantheons of Greece and Rome. One-off monsters, killed long ago (Such as the Gorgons, the Minotaur, and so on) are still dead and will remain dead, unless someone revives them somehow. This will be far more FotT-eqsue- we will all make the story, however, unlike FotT, please keep to the theme for your characters (Folklore of all kinds- Christian, native, anything). Be good, be evil, I don't care- just create STORY. I'll start. ==================================================================== January 1st, 11:00am, Liverpool, UK Grace woke up in her apartment on a perfectly normal day. She sat up, yawned, got dressed, and went downstairs and started brewing a cup of coffee. Her mother had the news on and was switching between channels rapidly. "Finnish man has been found with nearly 3 million worth of gold in his Helsinki..." "15 people missing in Sussex this morning, reports of sharks..." "Cornwall man wins millions, credits his victory to..." Grace yawns again, takes a sip of her coffee. She pauses- something seems... off in the city. It had a strange tension to it, an energy. She shakes her head and turns away from the window- she needed to get to her winter break job soon.

The screams die down, and the silence of the city returns. "That can't be good. Cork, stop yelling! I have a feeling we don't want whatever just screamed to know where we are..." he looks around nervously before shaking his head. "Anyway, shall we continue? We aren't going to make any progress standing here."

"We're all from different universes is what I think. I have no idea what an Affect is, and I doubt you know what Cracking is either."