Calazar’s Suppressing Supernatural Events [Windermere]
Date: 2026-01-09 16:02
(Calazar’s Suppressing Supernatural Events [Windermere])
[Fri Jan 9 2026]
On Market Square/span/span>dusk/span/span>40F(4C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. The mist is heaviest At Mayflower and Prospect/span/span>Mercy slides down from her noble steed, flicking her shades up given the sunlight is mostly gone now and greeting the crowd as a whole with a general upnod.
As Owen pulls up to the curb, he quickly pulls in, hopping out of his car in a hurry, rubbing at his face. “Sorry,” he murmurs softly under his breath, shutting the car door quietly and quickly moving his way into the crowd of Windermere students, joining along.
Maise waves to the others as the join.
Browsing on her phone, Bekki upnods Owen and Mercy as they join the group.
The sky is covered in dark grey cloud but it is at least an afternoon above freezing as Calazar walks into the downtown market square of New Haven. Parking up on the northeast corner he clasps his hands behind his back and waits motionless, no blinking, no breathing, just a very obvious garish scar across his throat marking him as a potentially recognizable substitute teacher. There is a *beep* *beep* from an alarm on his phone which gets shut off and the undead instructor launches into a lesson. “New Haven is the city inbetween putting it in such famous and mythological company as El Dorado, Atlantis, and Camelot. This is a city that is openly magical and has enchantments to protect magical secrecy. Natural humans who are unaffiliated will forget everything that happened here upon leaving. That makes this one place unique in the fact the Venetian Treaty does not protect the secrecy, the Masquerade, so on so forth.” he says in a gregarious and rhythmic spanish accent. “But it also means all of you younger supernaturals do not know how to hide your powers or cover up incidents out in the world. Such skills are helpful even off world if you ever do something which may make you wanted or draw the ire of locals. The skills to suppress incident are crucial.” and green eyes sweep over the group as he asks the class. “Does anyone know what constitutes a supernatural incident or a breach of the Venetian treaty?”
As the listen starts, Owen settles into the crowd of students, looking around at a few of them, before his attention is drawn to Calazar, listening intently. In his hand, it seems he’s got his phone open, should anyone be an astute observer – he’s recording, clearly, an ‘on the move’ way of taking notes.
Hopefully Owen is not video recording because such images will slowly drive him insane with discomfort and paranoia. Despite how dapper Calazar might appear.
“Me.” Bekki helpfully calls out from the peanut gallery as her hair writhes under its own power.
Nemi just leans next to Peri as she looks at the others, not really answering much as she seems very,,,, dead tired.
“Hair moving is not quite a breach.” Calazar says dismissively and then looks over the remainder of the class for any bright-eyed answers. “A supernatural incident is one in which an unaware becomes convinced the supernatural is real and begins to take actions that will harm a signatory. A signatory is any society or faction which is part of the Venetian Treaty which they all are.” he explains with a look over the group. “So common supernatural breaches are the injury, feeding, maiming, or turning of a loved one. Then a friend or family member begins digging discovers the reality and then tries to kill whatever flavor of supernatural wronged their family.” a pause there before prompting, “If they join the Temple or the Vigil they become fair game, the breach is covered they are now part of the cold war. If they do not and cause further exposure or harm than whomever exposed them is punished brutally.”
Then seemingly out of no where Calazar points at Mercy, “Werewolves are a common breach. Is your family aware of what happened to you? Did any of them get a hunting permit and opt to go shoot wild animals where you were attacked?” picking on Mercy it seems.
Bekki points to her hammer, itself the size and weight of a small child, impossible for someone her size to lift, let alone carry one handed.
“Or we handle it before shit gets to that point and stuff.” the bimbo blond offers callously.
Be it to stick up for Mercy (unlikely) or just because it’s the dick move in this situation, she adds to Calazar’s point, “Or, like, young vampires waking up abandoned in dumpsters like New York and stuff and going on a blood bender.”
Owen pulls his scarf tighter around himself, just a bit, and looks upwards at the sky. There’s a soft breath that escapes him, and a murmured words, perhaps too loud, but it sounds something like, “… aren’t.. inside?” A question to himself, generally. But otherwise, it’s the only real outburst from him, keeping his gaze locked on the sky, “Is it going to storm?” he asks then, realizing only after the fact that he’s interrupting, and then decides to just shut his mouth entirely, and swallow, looking back at Calazar, face contorting a bit into a frown at some of what he’s talking about.
Mercy is her usual level of distracted during these hours but seems to be paying attention to Calazar, if no one else, her sleepy eyes hovering almost unblinkingly on the man while he elaborates. They widen a touch and shift aside however when he puts her on the spot. “They ain’ know, to my knowledge. Not seen ’em in years before I were turned.” She mumbles glumly, not keen on sharing personal details.
“One of those broke into the Brine Pool a few weeks back,” Teagan says toward Bekki. “Had a meal of Obie’s cook. Thankfully charon coins and all but…” She shrugs and looks up at the clouds, scowling.
“Indeed.” Calazar replies to Mercy’s response and Bekki’s alternative. “There is an incident in chicago wherein a recently turned vampire has not taken to their new existence. Normally this caused them to wildly swing from denying any blood even animal and then ferally eating whatever is close then spiraling from guilt and horror.” he explains in a gregarious manner. “As for your weapon Bekki, I think you are more likely to spark a 2nd amendment right to bear sledgehammers in public than cause a supernatural incident. Perhaps an episode of Jersey Shore, is that still on the air?”
“Based.” Bekki grins like the fool she is, not clarifying to what exactly is so ‘based’
“I was a breach this one time.” she goes on to say. “I was in a crash what got caught on camera and I got sent to Hell cos of it cos I forgot to act like I was hurt and just walked away and stuff and Uncle Nathan had to get the cleanup crew to cover it up and now I’m here.”
Now if only she even vaguely looked as though she had any guilt for that fact rather than indifference- Fucking demons. “Anyway, so the cleanup had to get fixed before it went viral and Daddy’s documentory guys had to get payed to shut the fuck up except this one guy who we had to hypnotise and put through a meat grinder cos he tried to do it anyway and stuff, and no one wanted Venice involved cos they’re kinda assholes.”
Maise blinks, having zoned out briefly and now sems to be tuning in.
“Normally supernatural violations need to be explicit. Weapons, armor, these normally just spark panic about insane or weird people. It is when you scale a building, pick up a car, or start demonstrating overt supernatural powers that you risk the incident.” Calazar finalizes before moving on. “So an incident has to be overly supernatural, cause someone unaffiliated to take action, and it has to harm someone who is part of the factions or societies. How do we cover it up? Normally the rogue individual needs to be contained. Memory wiped which works on regular humans permanently, or psychically manipulated, or guided to join a society or faction. Then the offended Supernatural if they are continuing to expose people likewise needs to be contained and either brought in line and educated or simple killed. That is often step one. After that you need to handle citizen journalists, police reports, coroners, anyone who would have records or documents which might spark others to get interested. This tends to require destruction or alteration of evidence, the mindcontrol or memory alteration of individuals, and often the use of contacts in law enforcement or government to help bury. This tends to be much harder since if you kill everyone involved.” he looks at Bekki here. “It may create a pattern that leads someone to uncovering the mess again.”
“Thankfully,” Teagan pipes in even as she’s on her phone and doing god-knows-what, “with how fake pretty much everything out there is anyway… Most of the time supernatural shit is caught on video, it’s easy to claim it was just someone’s animation project or whatever. And anything from the city here that makes it out… well,” she looks toward Mercy and gestures with her phone, “I could take a photo of Mercy while she’s shifted and post it to like, reddit and they’d all just see a picture of a standard wolf. Super boring.” There’s a wink for her friend. “Eyewitnesses are trickier, but that’s what… all that other stuff is for.” She shrugs and lapses back into whatever she was doing previously. Probably work of some ilk.
“Yeah. I got a PR team just in case now cos I ain’t smart enough to always remember so they make shit up.” Bekki -agrees-
What ever else she was going to add she instead points at Teagan who articulated it far more promisingly.
Mercy squints at Teagan, puffing up just a bit. “M’a lot bigger than a standard wolf..” She grumbles.
“Sure, but, like, the magic stuff around the city makes stuff fucky, so you’d just look like a bad photoshop job.” Bekki explains to Mercy. “Like, a hybrid shifter would look like a bad werewolf suit and stuff.”
Owen blinks at that, “Huh,” he says over to Teagan, “So what, it’s like..” he thinks about ot, and then just decides to not say what he was going to say. “How would that even work?”
“You look like a bad photoshop job IN REAL LIFE.” Mercy snaps back at Bekki, evidently a little zestier than usual today and finding a dig where one might not have been intended.
“He in New Haven, anything recorded or documenting proof is magically altered outside the city to appear fake or unconvincing.” Calazar clarifies for Owen and then looks over the class. “So for the final half of this class we are going to do a hypothetical. Someone propose a supernatural breach that could happen here in the Market square with the individuals that are present and then we will cover the best way to clean up using the abilities of those present. Then we will wrap before you all freeze.”
“So, everything here is like.. enchanted?” Owen asks, raising his free hand like a good student, despite speaking without even being called upon. “Photos are just magically enchanted? Videos?”
“If they were not than New Haven would constantly be violating the treaty. Obviously.” Calazar points out to Owen
“So, it’s only photos you take here?” Owen asks, clarfying the question. “What if you took a photo here, and then left the city to post it?”
Maise listens quietly, watching the group but saying nothing.
“It is a magical city of the such of legends which is placed on earth as a conduit between other worlds. The enchantment is very thorough. You cannot expose the Supernatural here or outside. Now if you want to leave and hurl fire from your own hands or lift a car telekinetically by all means. But no evidence you gather here will be convincing to those outside.” Calazar clarifies.
Nemi continues to listen, nodding as she hums with a few firm nods, having been taking notes for a bit as she catches up with her own thoughts.
“Now potential breaches that could happen with this group here. We have Mercy and Bekki fight, any other suggestions or are we settling on that?” Calazar looks over the group with green eyes.
Having missed Mercy’s retort’s jab, par for the course in most situations, Bekki shrugs a shoulder easily, “I get that a lot.” she admits for obvious reasons.
To Calazar’s hypathetical, Bekki offers up, unintentionally poking the bear some more (fucking demons), “Mercy shifts, people find out, we round’em up, hypno their asses, call in the cleanup to begin working on, like, good stories to distribute. Use star power from famous fams to promote the story what we wanna spread instead.”
“Oh!” Owen replies with a nod, “Okay, that makes sense!”
“It is very easy when you say round them up. How will you find them. Even though it is late afternoon and nearly freezing there are dozens of people in the market street of a city. How will you find all of them after the fight?” Calazar inquires to Bekki but also the entire class.
Bekki says, after a glance to the wolf, “I’d win, but it’d not be quiet. I totes leave lotsa property damage and DNA evidence.“
Mercy makes a face at Bekki that’s very reminiscent of one’s expression when finding something foul stuck to the bottom of their shoe.
As though having caught Calazar out, Bekki points a finger to him. “I’d be busy keeping my head down so I’d leave that to people what’s better at being subtle than I am. I’m dum, but, like, I ain’t so dum I know I ain’t good at rounding people up.”
Not able to stop herself though, she adds, “Listen out for the ones what’s talking, smell the scents and trail them away, get publisity teams on it.”
Owen just watches the conversation between Mercy and Bekki, head tilting curiously, as if sizing each of them up, like he’s able to discern some kind of winner of a fight just from looking.
Maise blinks at the odd conversation and then just, backs up a little.
“Far be it from me to defend Bekki,” Teagan says to Mercy, “but she was actually present enough while everyone was gone that I didn’t feel… entirely abandoned to protect the city alone.” She tucks her phone away and straightens, rolling her shoulders back a bit.
“You don’t round everyone up,” the redhead offers out. “Most people will rationalize things to themselves anyway. They’ll claim it was a media stunt, advertising. That they must not have seen what they thought they saw. You’re looking, instead, for the people who went further. You scrape social media. You watch for signs of people getting too close, too nosey, or gearing up. Trying to round everyone up just makes things worse.”
Calazar looks between Bekki and Mercy at the remark but continues the class all the same. “Using contacts is a valid method, tracking via smell. The current more sophisticated option is finding someone good with technology. Setting up a geofence around the incident at the time it happened. Collecting all the cellphone identifiers of those close enough to have seen. Then in addition to that any police reports of people interview will be very helpful. These are the sorts of things that Bekki’s vague ‘teams’ would handle for her.” and then Teagan adds a further filter of those who do not normalcy bias themselves from being a risk. “Indeed many people will self rationalize the scenario away.”
Mercy turns her attention to Teagan then and up comes the eyebrow. “.. And? She save anyone from burnin’ buildins or kiss a bunch of babies? Ain’ imagine so.”
Bekki says, shrugging again, “I done a few mist rescues cos no one else was strong enough to go fight wyverns and stuff. But I don’t care about people burning and I ain’t allowed near babies.“
Mercy says “Shockin’. “
“Normally the best way to cover up the supernatural is to keep incidents minimal. If you start a full blown brawl in the middle of the street. Pull it into an alley. If you get caught feeding or hunting than add one more to the list and wipe their memory. If you cannot avoid a breach, minimize it, if you cannot minimize it try and clean it up in real time. If you cannot do that then time to call in assistance. Normally significant breaches are rarely handled by single individuals but teams from a society or faction.” Calazar explains to the class and with the side conversation ongoing there is a look to Nemi Peri Maise and Owen, “Any questions from the quiet part of the class before I let the children go wrestle in the sandbox?”
Mercy focuses back on Calazar now, minus the occasional irritated glance thrown to whomever was most recently tip tapping away on their phone.
Casey parks her car behind a bunch of others without blocking anyone in then steps out to make her way lazily towards the gathering of Windermere students. Her attention drifts over the various faces, some she recognizes others not so much. She is wary of drawing attention to herself so she joins the group towards the back.
Maise glances at Calazar, “No comment, seems pretty straight forward.”
“It often sounds much easier than it is.” Calazar agrees with Maise and then notes Casey approaching the back of the group but still awaits Nemi and Peri and Owen to weigh in.
“I know, right?” Bekki asks Mercy, again missing the snark. “But, like, Fatty wasn’t around to do it and I was hunting anyway, so I did it and got rewards for it ad stuff. And I didn’t even have to do more than I was gonna anyway. I was already hunting and stuff.”
Bekki missed the entire point of humanitarian aid and lacks a good enough sense of causality to put two and two together outside of ‘thing give reward. Reward good.’
She is however, even multitasking with remembering and standing around, hands in metaphorical pockets attentive to Calazar, not seemingly bothered by the weather.
Casey glances to her phone, then to the rest of the group to find Owen in it and she gives him a faint nod of acknowledgement but her face is pensive and she looks back towards Calazar to pay attention.
Mercy slides a decidedly icy glance over to Casey when she arrives, bracing a shoulder against a nearby parked vehicle while she continues to listen. Bekki and her misunderstanding go unanswered.
“Mostly,” Teagan says to Mercy, “because Bekki and I both agreed that if people ignored my warnings and wandered into the mist… it wasn’t worth our own asses.” She shrugs, glancing down to her phone again. The car pulling up gets a glance over to spot Casey and then it’s back to her phone.
Even if Casey doesn’t want to draw attention at herself, Owen is mostly at the back of the crowd, giving her a wave back at her nod, but then turning his attention back towards Calazar, looking at his phone briefly, but not finding anything particular that’s interesting to him on it. “Oh, um, no!” He tells Calazar, “No questions from me!”
With the class more or less done Calazar checks his phone and then declares. “Homework. Sometime this week, take something you see happen in front of you and imagine it was happening anywhere else in the world. How would you cover it up and why would it risk provoking someone to hunt and hurt members of societies or factions.” he says in a gregarious and rhythmic spanish accent. “And with that class is dismissed.”