Teagan’s Tuesday night odd encounter(Calazar)
Date: 2026-02-16 21:24
(Teagan’s Tuesday night odd encounter(Calazar):Calazar)
[Mon Feb 16 2026]
In An English Country Estate from a Time Immemorial
This picturesque estate is the epitomy of the traditional English country side estate. Its design has been built on over generations with incongruent influences from time immemorial.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Hawthorn and Darkwater/span
The trio having arrived in the Edinburgh and discussed the plan from the Twilight Bureau to recover the anthropologists now have a quandry. How to transport them. Calazar walks over to a side area where there are some supplies. One such supply is a briefcase which he opens and has what appears to be woven black rope. “These are tangle ropes. You just throw them at people and they will constrict and restrain them.” he then takes the coiled up ropes and offers one in either hand to both redheads.
Mercy approaches but considers the offered item with due wariness, taking hers gingerly and pocketing it the same. “So jus’ be sure we ain’ miss an’ hit one another by accident.”
“If you have a blade you can cut it. I am predicting that any unruly anthropologists will be either insane or feral from fleshforming.” Calazar clarifies with Mercy
Taking the rope offered, Teagan tucks it into her bag. She looks over to Mercy and snorts faintly. “Yes. Like you accidentally stabbed me with an iron blade.” She shakes her head slightly. “I’m not the one you have to worry about… accidents like that from.”
Mercy clenches her jaw and then outright bites down on her bottom lip to try and restrain her grin. “Was kinda an accident..” She mumbles in her own defense.
“And you two wonder why I parent trapped you.” Calazar observes the two young women though one might -look- older she is secretly a younging herself having merely been artifically aged with magics. Those damn arcanists. “So we will have Mercy on tracking and detaining. Teagan you will focus on disabling arcane wards and try to obscure our presence from the entity. I will provide support and if need be a distraction. Any questions before we depart?”
Mercy purses her lips at Calazar some for that observation, but nods all the same once her designated tasks are laid out. “Understood, no questions at this time. SIR.”
Calazar says “Technically I am a Lord.“
“I didn’t bring all of my ritual supplies,” Teagan says to Calazar with a shake of her head as he corrects Mercy. Visually older though technically younger she may be… sometimes she feels like a babysitter. “So please see if the Court here has a basic supply kit so I’m not using, say…” a sly glance toward Mercy. “…ketchup.”
Calazar says, continuing the correction, “And it is Ser, not Sir. I am nobility not your father.“
“Explains why yer so fussy an’ extra.” Mercy comments while meeting Teagan’s sly glance with her own side-eye. “Sometimes you gotta MacGyver shit to get it done in a pinch.”
This is the Illusium Court and so there appears to be an Arcanists supply kit available one with a leather strap to cinch it to waist or thigh or across the shoulder. Within is salt, chalk, a knife, herbs, bugs, and at least one vial of virgin blood.
“Thank fuck you’re not her father,” Teagan says as she takes the kit because who are they to deny another city’s Monarch? Even if she’s an American. The woman checks through the kit just to know what she has on hand and ends up securing it to her waist. “Let’s get this done with. I’d like to make it home in time.”
Mercy says “Ain’ sure who the luckier one is in that regard.“
A black SUV ride later they break into the home of an old man who is mesmerized rather easily and then through his wardrobe. They arrive back at the potent place from before the place steeped in magic and with a hedge and a discolored sky and the tower in the distance. They passed through a stone wardrobe with a blue circle and then a city on cliffs with rolling green hills on the doors. The air is humid, smelling of rain, the grass is slick and there is a new moon in the sky. “Interesting.” Calazar says as he steps through the wardrobe and then looks around before asking, “Did one of you map the maze when you were here last or will Teagan be flying above and directing us?”
Sketchy black SUVs were fine, but Mercy is soon reminded of her disdain for wardrobe travel and between that and the new moon looming above once again she looks outright disoriented by the end of the journey. “Ain’ sure if Lawson took note of it or not las’ time..” She says helpfully.
Is it a new moon as in different to the one before or a new moon in the cycle in which case it wouldn’t be visible at all? Werewolves need to know. Teagan gives Mercy an accusatory look when Calazar mentions her flying above and the woman gives a roll of her shoulders. “I mapped it,” she says, rifling through her bag to pull out her notebook, flipping to the appropriate page. She hunches over to shield it from any potential rain that might start falling. The pencil-sketched map is studied until she finds the right symbol for the door they came through. “Here we are.” She considers for a moment before tearing the page out and shoving it at Mercy.
“But just in case there’s any other escapees, you two follow the path. I’m going to scout things out.” And then turning, Teagan takes a running start so that when she leaps… it’s to shift mid-stride and get that bit of extra lift to take to the air.
Maybe she’s just giving them some alone time!
As Teagan(Snowy Owl) abandons them to the ground Calazar just shakes his head and holds out a hand to Mercy. “If she is scouting than we shall simply rise above. Come young pup, we soar.” he declares like he totally expects Mercy to just what… leap into a princess carry, jump on his back? Hold onto his neck?
Mercy makes a squinty, scrunched-nose face back at the other redhead’s accusatory look as if to ask ‘the fuck did I do?’ but by then the woman has already thrusted the notebbook at her, turned into an owl and fluttered off. “Rude as hell..” With a quick skim of the notebook’s contents, she glances to Calazar’s extended hand with a furrowed brow and more than a little hesitation. Whether it’s for the impending heights, having to take hold of or be carried by him, or all of the above, who can say. “.. Aigh’ but like, how you want me to..” Awkward and tentative she kind of gets closer, reaches for his hand, changes her mind, and otherwise futzes around.
When Mercy kind of futzes around Calazar simply loops an arm around her waist leaving her to either hold him by the chest or neck and then ascends into the air. Not simply leaping with supernatural strength but just telekinetically flying through the air because he is a motherfucking vampire duh… As they float up he begins to drift towards the tower not quite as Teagan(Snowy Owl) who is free to scout. The hedge maze appears to have some damage to it, some of the hedges broken like something burst through, some parts of the ground torn up, some blood dired on the grass, but no bodies or weapons just signs of some kind of forceful movement through the grove.
Thankfully, owls have good eyesight and Teagan(Snowy Owl) makes use of that to go through a few passes of the hedge maze to take stock of not only the damage, but direction of travel. Coming or going? Approximate size? One individual? Someone fleeing and being pursued or just a rampage? Once she’s collected all of the intel she thinks is available to her, Teagan(Snowy Owl) wings off and makes to catch up with the other two in heading for the tower proper.
In this contest it is flying that Mercy hates more than the idea of holding onto Calazar, so around his neck her arms go in a considerably tight squeeze- it’s a good thing he doesn’t need oxygen- and she even tries to wrap her legs around his waist to better hang on for dear life while he ferries them through the air, the notebook still clenched in a white-knuckled fist.
It takes perhaps ten minutes for them to glide through the air towards the tower and in that time Calazar does not breath but he does ask in his gregarious muppet like manner, “Are you afraid of heights?” and then they begin to descend to join Teagan(Snowy Owl) at the base of the tower. The tower which is several stories tall and make of ancient stones. Meanwhile Teagan(Snowy Owl) using her owl senses and big brains deduces that a fleshformed monster or perhaps something with access to elemental fire escaped the tower. Was trying to navigate the maze only to be subdued by something large and slow and dragged back through the maze to the tower. Perhaps one of the victims they seek. As Calazar lands and waits for Mercy to get her feed under her, there is a look at a large stone doorway with no obvious way to open it. Probably wizard shit. “Once we gain entrance, we simply need to track the humans by their smell or their fleshformed smell and depart before the master of the tower discovers us.”
“No, I ain’.” Mercy firmly and flatly responds despite her desperate clinging to Calazar speaking to the contrary. “Jus’ ain’ like the idea of freefallin’ from said heights..” With that clarified, she waits until she’s absolutely sure the vampire has touched solid ground before clambering down from him, dusting herself off with a loud ‘AHEM’ and moving on. She hadn’t really paused to observe their surroundings until now, which she does with a few quick turns of her head and several darting motions of her luminous eyes until they settle on the doorway. “.. Thinkin’ this probably gonna need the magic touch.”
This time, when Teagan shifts as she comes in for a landing… she does not fall on her ass. It is appropriately graceful and practiced, thank you very much. And means she’s spent plenty of time practicing over the last couple of weeks. Who wouldn’t? “Or the master’s guard dog,” she says to Calazar as she holds out a hand for her notebook. “From what I can tell, something escaped and was dragged back to the tower.”
After Mercy disentangles from him Calazar walks up and places his hand against the stone doorway with no apparent means of opening it while Teagan asks for her notebook. “Guard dog. Do you think it might be a creature or perhaps a summoned familiar?”
Mercy spots the owl and subsequently watches Teagan’s descent with such interest you just KNOW she’s waiting to witness that ass hit the ground again in another epic fail landing. When it doesn’t happen, there’s a very quiet tss and ‘Aw man..’ from her. The notebook is passed back over to her glumly.
The notebook is returned to the bag before Teagan’s eyes settle on the door with interest. “Mmmm. So, the escapee was fleshformed monster or something with access to elemental fire. I’m guessing one of our scholars. But something big, probably slow, dragged it back. Probably a creature, but that’s just guesswork. I would think something that fleshforms for fun would make its own servants. Probably keep them brainwashed to do its work.”
As she moves towards the door, studying it for means of entry, Teagan mumbles to herself: “Probably calls it Igor, too.”
Mercy considers Calazar a moment. “.. Ayeah, I can if need be. Think we’re gonna have to tousle with this big slow somethin’?”
Calazar says “Perhaps. Better the servant than the master.“
Mercy nods once, fidgeting with one of the rings on her finger. “Jus’ gimme a heads up on when, ain’ wanna blow my load early. If you know what I mean.”
In fact Teagan deduces that the stone doorway is Pictish in its design elements and one need merely speak the correct dialect for friend some old language from the English Isles before Rome Invades…
From within Teagan’s messenger bag is retrieved… a keychain. Of thumbdrives. She starts flipping through them, each one neatly labeled. She gets to one that has a label that simply says ‘Languages’ on it and holds it loosely in one hand as she considers the door, blue eyes half unfocused as she peruses the contents. “Pictish. Brythonic, if you want to…” but there’s a sidelong look to the other two and for once, Teagan does not descend into just rambling off on nerdy topics. “Either it is a Fae or one of the nerdiest Demons ever and probably ran away from Hell to not be beat up for being a nerd.”
But she looks back to the door and squints at it as she sorts through the oddities of the very dead language. Out comes the notebook and she spends a couple minutes scribbling some things down, going back to the thumbdrive a time or two. “Okay, I think I’ve got it,” she says at long last. “Daniel Jackson, eat your heart out. Be ready in case of…” Who knows what guards the cast- tower. Then, with a measure of uncertainty (languages aren’t her strongest suit) she speaks something that sounds not terribly unlike Welsh (which means mostly like she choked on a bag of Scrabble tiles) at the door.
The stones in the doorway begin to twist and move on their own, pulling away to reveal a torchlit interior with stone floors, walls, and ceiligns and a large rug with swirling patterns, artwork on the walls, and what appears to be a massive staircase that leads up the middle of the tower and then splits and loops right and left upward further. There is light music playing and there is even a table with fruit, wine, and glasses. Calazar steps inside and looks around with a complimentary “Good taste. Mercy I am sure your nose is better than mine. See if you can lead us to the victims human or fleshformed and we shall see about extracting them?”
“Bet gettin’ shoved into a Hell locker ain’ somethin’ you recover from easily.” Mercy observes aloud before falling silent, allowing Teagan to spew her strange language at the door uninterrupted save for a few more of her scrunched confusion faces as she tries, automatically, to catch even one familiar word in all that. She doesn’t succeed.
In they go and she snaps a quick nod to Calazar right as her nose goes up into the air, trying to pick out the scent of their targets or something similarly useful while ignoring the free snacks and booze laid out nearby.
There is no familiar word. It predates Welsh. Even they don’t know what familiar words are. Teagan follows the other two in, a stride more warily. She does look over her shoulder, fully ‘arming’ up now as she grasps her key, mirrors rippling down her left arm. The food also gets a wary look. “Nope, don’t like that.”
Teagan does aside to Mercy, however: “I bet a Hell locker is just an iron maiden.”
Mercy huhs at that comparison. “Oh yeah..”
[OOC] Take a 5 min BIO than we are going to rush rush rush to the end.
Mercy is able to pickup the scent of humans, fleshformed monsters like those of the mist, and something stale and old. Like a dried spice or a brittle bit of vegetation that looks like it has fossilized. The human-y fleshformed scents lead up the stairs and to the left. Should they be followed the group will find that the tower’s geometry is not exactly scientific. As they ascend they actually feel like they are descending and the stonework remains similar in style but if they look over the edge of the stone railing they are going down down down and up above there is only darkness. There are torches on the wall and the staircase is doublewide. They eventually come up to a double door of stone once again no obvious means of opening it. Also not to be ignored is a weird plum… brrp… plum… brrp thudding sound echoing from the deep and the dark like something massive is moving since they began to ascend / descend into the tower. dun dun dun.
Mercy tries not to pay much mind to the confusing nature of their descending ascension and how much magic infuriates her to her very core. She feels the knot in her stomach this place has given her tighten at the sound and stops dead in her tracks, immediately throwing her hands up in that universal shushing motion even if no one is saying anything. Then she asks, “.. So like how big are we assumin’ this thing.. is?”
It’s not just Mercy bothered by their descending ascent. Or ascending descent? Teagan tries not to think too hard about it, herself. “And people complain about us Faeborn,” she mutters after a glance over the railing. There is a look to the door as they reach it, but another glance over her shoulder at the thudding behind (ahead?) of them. “Pretty big,” she replies. “Big enough to drag a fleshformed monster ‘home.’ But I’m sure between the two of you it’ll be fine.” Because she? She has a door to open.
The noise of the lumbering guardian grows closer as the mystery of how to open this door eludes Teagan. It isn’t a word this time. Not a sound. It is either a color or a smell, it is hard to determine which. It is still Pict inspired so what did they prefer? Calazar looks down or is it up the way they came and comments to Mercy , “Remember there is no need to die for these people. We can also tell the Twilight Bureau that they were killed in the experiments.”
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Mercy alternates uneasy looks between Teagan and the source of the approaching danger, usually a little more eager but maybe feeling less confident with the new moon holding her back a little. “You can figure out this door thing, yeah?” Even as she asks though she steps a bit away from both individuals; just in case she might need the room to shift, her thumb absently running along the back of the blade sticking out of her ring.
“I can. It’s just a matter of how quickly,” Teagan mutters, back to her thumb drives. This time, it’s on to the culture of the Pictish people. What is known. She settles on trying sound first because, well, smell or color is going to be a whole lot more difficult. And sound, at least… well, the musician can knock that one out quickly. It takes her only a moment to piece together what she thinks the symbols on the door mean. And a moment beyond that to approximate the right sound with some vocalization (her voice is… not terrible, but she’s no vocalist: there’s a reason she plays instruments).
Mercy hums to Teagan in acknowledgement but the prickling of unease is still evident in her posture; very much like a canine fixated on what its senses are telling it. Just in case, she removes the rope from her pocket and thrusts it at Calazar for him to take possession in case she’ll be too busy on all fours to really use it.
Perhaps not the correct means of opening the door but by fae luck close enough that the stones begin to move turning and shifting out of the way to reveal what can only be described as a frankenstein-like lab. There are tesla coils and large cannisters of glass with embalming fluid. As it opens within you see cages and within the cages fleshformed creatures either sleeping or moaning or thrashing about. In the mess of horrors there is what appears to be a hunk. He looks like the Sky Captain of yester year, a silver fox, strong jawed, wide chested, wearing artfully torn beige attire like he was on safari. He is the only human present, but if he is an Anthropologist than they have some damn good looking Anthropologists. Calazar accepts the rope and steps through the doorway. Behind them there is a shadow on the stone wall, something coming up or down the stairs blocking its way… ka-thunk… ka-thunk… the stones shudder!
Mercy hazards a quick glance through the opening in the door and has to do a double take; hottie alert. With their less winsome company approaching however this is no time to ogle the fine male specimen who’s probably a trap anyway. “Get in there and grab who we need, m’gonna shift in case I gotta hold off our host!”
There is no time to guess who is fae and who is not. The only ‘obvious’ person is the hunk alert silver fox sky captain who is unconscious in his cell, face down, looking so… kissable. But no! The ka-thunk noise approaches and Mercy can see that what comes for them is… a Giant… Intimidating… Wide as the staircase and made of stone… Garden gnome. It looks with unblinking eyes painted black with a red hair, with a leather belt painted on it and a jolly blue tunic and brown trousers. As it approaches with its painted on smile and eyes, it lifts its arms and begins to go ka-thunk-thunk-thunk as it rushes Mercy. Meanwhile Teagan can only randomly select someone while Calazar says, “I will take one of the fleshformed that looks like it might be able to talk. Double our odds, pick one and we will flee.”
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And Teagan knows fairy tales and her own kind too well. She does not go for the Dirigible Captain. That’s bait. Instead, she goes for one of the other fleshformed that looks at least sane enough to reason with. And small enough to haul along if not. “C’mon,” she says to the fleshformed in the cage as she approaches, casting only a brief glance over her shoulder. “We gotta get out of here. Come with me willingly, orrrr…” she reaches into her bag and pulls out the rope. “not. Your choice!”
The Fleshformed that Teagan approached appeared humanoind, in some kind of blanket, but unfortunately for her and everyone else… It is a cat boy. He turns his big cat eyes to Teagan, ears flicking, and speaks in a slightly yowly voice not used to their new vocal chords, “Hoooowlp meow.” it begs willing to come along as long as it keeps its blanket, it is a nekkid boi beneath.
Mercy isn’t sure what she expected to come into view, but it certainly was not.. this. And if anything this actually unsettles her far more than some hideously mutated creature ever could. Garden gnomes were creepy enough when tiny. The fact it’s also made of stone doesn’t inspire much confidence, either.
With it already rushing her though she needs to try and get through the inbound suffering fast. The pad of her thumb runs up across the blade and allows it to easily slice through the skin like butter; blood soaks into the metal and the item emits a faint glow, then the real song and dance begins. Even from inside the room the other party would easily hear the snap, crunch and rip of the prolonged shift, made difficult by the dampening of the new moon and apparently much more painful if the high-pitched and raspy screams coming from the girl are any indication. The second it’s over she charges forward to meet the guardian in a shoulder-check collision where she leaps up to slam the whole of her 1240lbs into it.
The stone gnome is easily several tons and so even a feral titanic werewolf that is Mercy(wolf) cannot tumble it. But its advance is halted as it tries to move its tiny legs to no avail as Mercy(wolf)’s bulk and ferocity stalls it… But it slowl lifts both its hands over its head. No it is not posing a celebratory woooo it is lifting them up only to bring both smashing down onto Mercy(wolf) as if to completely break the lupines spine!
Catboy or no, it’s too late to change her mind. And really, Teagan expected worse. She does grimace at the form of speech, but she’s also not going to deny the man his dignity. Probably British, let’s be honest. “Of course, let’s just-” and then the screams and the collision with the gnome and she grimaces. “Yeah, just… uh, don’t listen to all of that. Let’s go.” If there is a way to go that isn’t likely to get them crushed!
Mercy(wolf) knew she probably wasn’t heavy enough to completely halt something made of solid stone, but at the very least that slam slows it down and her huge claws dig grooves into the floor while she tries to keep it pushed back. Unfortunately it’s a bit smarter than she expected and when it raises its arms she knows what’s coming- so with a quick pivot the wolf shoots away from it just before those limbs can crush her skull and spine. With a few feet of distance she stops to face the gnome again, loosing a deep and booming bark to alert the others to hurry up, in case they were dilly dallying. Probably with that salt and pepper sailor of the skies.
Unlike Teagan Calazar just entranced the fleshforced humanoid that he selected and then threw them over his shoulder. As Mercy(wolf) and the stone gnome battle Calazar frowns and looks to Teagan. “You said you thought this was the wilds. What if it isn’t. What if its just a place in the hedge between worlds near a natural gate?” he suggests and then adds. “If so you can shadow walk back to New Haven from here, if it is on the same plane. I do not think we can both get past that gnome even if Mercy manages to restrain it, I can only fly one at a time and I do not think you can move a whole… cat person.”
Meanwhile the gnome fights dirty and instead of moving forward it just tips forward and uses it ridiculously tall stone hate to try and pin Mercy(wolf) !!! Or crush her.
“With how powerful the magic here is?” Teagan gives Calazar a look, concerned that THIS is his plan. “Maybe. But then you two are down an arcanist.” And she’s up a… cat-person. Yesterday she shadowwalked home with an unconscious Avalon. Who was clothed, but still. If she shows up today with a naked (unconscious) catboy… The woman gives a deep sigh and turns to her captive. Well, he’s liable to get brainwashed anyway. “Sorry,” she says before throwing a punch at the guy. And while she’s not the most capable here, she’s still likely better trained and definitely stronger.
The cat boy looks at Teagan with a big kitten eyes of betrayal moments before she slugs him out and he crumples to the ground with a pitiful mew sound. What a bitch! Calazar states, “True but I am not sure an arcanist can stop giant stone garden gnomes. If worse comes to worse, I can fly Mercy up the shaft.” and then he draws his cutlass and launches himself forward with a super jump keeping his own humanoid fleshformed on a shoulder. “Come at me Lawn ornament!” he cries gregariously as Mercy(wolf) avoids being crushed by its stony pointed hat.
“Fuck’s sake,” Teagan says, unswayed by catboy eyes. She prefers her men go full cat, thank you very much. Crouching, the redhead picks up the fleshformed man with a grunt. Able to at least heft him rather than just the drag she had to do with Avalon. There is a glance toward the doorway before she murmurs the incantation to… try opening the rift that will allow her to meld into the shadows.
*fwhoosh* Teagan vanishes into the shadows melting away and arriving in New Haven with a Cat Boy.
That’s twice now Mercy(wolf) has narrowly avoided being turned into her favorite breakfast food item, and now it seems Calazar has deigned to join her. The wolf turns its head to glance back to figure out where Teagan has ended up in all this while the gnome might be distracted by the much smaller target, if its even been able to get back up yet.
The Stone gnome is slowly rising up. Not by its own movement but it is just straight up tilting itself back up as if some giant magical hand were tipping it back onto its feet. As it sloooooooooooowly rises Calazar lands on Mercy(wolf) back and with his cutlass pointing past the gnome. “Charge beast, we can make it past… Otherwise we must shadow walk and we abandon this poor…” he looks at the fleshformed humanoid. “Panda… woman. To her fate!” and then he laughs like a breathless muppet. It seems Mercy(wolf) must decide whether Calazar riding her like Don Quixote is worse than the life of a hapless soul and having to shadow walk to safety.
Once again Mercy(wolf) finds herself taking the role of Calazar’s begrudging and far from noble steed, but necessity trumps irritation and the immediate, visceral urge to crush him between herself and the wall. She indulges only in a snarl of displeasure before kicking off with her hind legs to launch into a run while kind of hugging the right wall, hoping they can slip right past the guardian before its gotten back to its feet.
And with that not only does Mercy(wolf) the ignoble wolf steed lead Calazar to freedom but she saves a panda woman too. Escaping the tower with the ka-thunk noises of the gnome following them. They are able to find the exit to Edinburgh and thereafter back to New Haven. Despite any bias the panda woman’s name is not asian, it’s actually Jane. Wild.