Xaria Thelemaque ¤ PARODY
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Xaria Thelemaque ¤ PARODY
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"Just because I have a few cracks does not mean I am broken. It shows that I was tested and put myself back together."⌇In Business w/ @blueeyedgodofchaos.bsky.social ⌇#EOTD

⌇ RP21+∣MC∣Serviteur∣New York ⌇
< her ruffling and rummaging not so far away, I set the sage in the ashtray.

"Now, we can continue without her yammering.” I don’t clarify further. “You rolled your eyes, didn't you? Like I said, I knew you would. As did I. What's your take?"

|| Rust or Gold? ||
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< intentions; simply because I like the elegance of doing it by hand. Then, I enchant the space while drawing the smoke to where it's needed.

"Soud se zòrèy moun andeyò yo." -Outsiders,- being anyone outside of the casting space. The spell is meant to work both ways, and once I no longer hear >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< else as a cigarette in a long holder and an ashtray - a small bundle of sage. Something I put together ages ago as an incognito option for performing certain spells out in the open. Though, I can't remember the last time I actually -needed- to use it. I light the end with a match for my >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< business back over here, if you need." She says while vacating the seat to you. As she returns to her sequestered corner of my office, for the time being, I raise an index in your direction before reaching over into my cabinet for the secret drawer.

Retrieving - what would appear to anyone >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< "It is, however, good to see you again after so long, Mr. Kemet. Mighty good."

"Gods be with me," I roll my eyes, mainly at her. "Are you quite done?"

Turning her attention my way, she gives me that spider-like grin and I return it with a roguish glare. "I am, actually. I'll take my >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< miss a beat. "Ah-ha! Well, I'll be -damned-." She laughs, clearly more amused and charmed by your extended memory. "I haven't gone by that name for a while now. That is one of my many aliases, though. Lailah is my real, if you remember. Which I’m sure you do." She extends her hand to you, >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< my head.

"Oh, there's no need to apologize. And you are welcome, always. I actually half-expected you to need a follow up and I'm almost certain I know why."

"Please. Don't leave on account of me. I'm just visiting an old friend," She chimes in; all smiles. When you address her, she doesn't >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< response. I do have the idle thought of that if you chose to, could you step into such a conversation despite it being a spell?

Questions I’ll have to ask - and likely live with it being unanswered - later.

Clearing my throat of the distraction, my gaze meets yours, I give a swift shake of >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< it to me - while her gaze flicks between us. Also reminding me that I'll have to remedy that spell later. Why I allowed her to in the first place? It's beyond me. I missed her truly and - at the time - needed any form of contact I could have with her. Though, I tell her to -fuck off- in >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< back of her seat with the motion of her not-so-subtly getting an eyeful of you.

-Oh, bitch, you fucked -all- the way up with this one. How the hell. No, -why- the hell would you piss off a man like that? Your age is catching up to you, isn't it? I have a fix for that.- She mentally communicates >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
No sooner than I give the go ahead - knowing you never would under anyone else’s instruction. Small victories aside. I watch my door as you enter. It does, in fact, tickle me that you wouldn’t falter to the messiness that is Tabs. Perhaps you remember it well.

Her long braid swings over the >
December 17, 2025 at 6:29 AM
< it. "Reishi? You're still peddling your mushroom moon juice?"

"Peddling? I never leave home without it. I'm a healer, Xar. It's about time you remember this."

"Healer, my ass." I cackle loudly. But, I'm still drinking her elixir, aren't I? "Come in!"

|| Rust or Gold? ||
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< to watch a showdown - while sorely missing the effect of dramatic popcorn, and I roll my eyes.

"You and I have -vastly- different ideas of fun." Taking a sip from the clouded glass, it takes only a moment for one of her famed ingredients to -tap tap tap- along my taste buds and I smile for >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< She encourages with that devious ass smile of hers.

"Really? That could’ve been -literally- anyone." my gaze slants at her.

"Oh, come on. It might've been a minute, but I know -that- face on your face. I haven't seen him in decades. This'll be fun." She adjusts her seating as if she's about >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< you. Standing there as casual as ever, though I can see we share the same hint of frustration. Having you two in the same room is liable to be the death of me. An idle thought passes that you might yet relish that. And, she picks it up before I can utter a word.

"Entrer! S'il vous plaît!" >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< frown lines." She says it with a smirk, to which my response is nothing short of a laugh and an indecent middle finger.

"Fuck you. Thanks."

She’s a -second- from firing back when the abrupt knock sounds at my door. Swiveling my chair to my desktop, I pull up my door’s camera feed to see >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< push it back to three weeks. Just in case.

Apparently, Tabs noticed my frustration before I did because she'd parked herself back in the seat across from me. I gave her a quizzical look as she slid a dark glass toward me.

"Don't worry. It ain't liquor. Just an elixir to help with them >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< take that meeting before we leave. But, what gives me pause is that if the product is good, it would take days to have it appraised, approved and added to the floor's collection of rare and fine goods. Days that I currently don't have now. So, with great reluctance, I send the response to >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< to set on our employees. And frankly, unappealing.

I'd successfully set aside a few upcoming meetings I had with shareholders and the like. Though, I considered taking the meeting about a certain jeweled Tusk I'd heard so much about - as well as I’d been searching for it. I suppose I -could- >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
I hadn't recognized the severity of my groan until I had to physically prevent myself from rubbing the heels of my palms into my eyes. Vanity aside, the idea of appearing raccoon-ish in my own home is one thing. But, having raccoon eyes at work is something far different. Not the best example >
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 AM
< And, if we run into any would-be hunter and gatherers, we'll know we've been leaked. So, we're covering bases here. I'll be in contact should more info come across my desk.

X.-

|| Rust or Gold? ||
December 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM
< is Madagascar. My source was strict in saying that they've used such a broad scope of locating it - I will not confirm or deny where that entails “other” means - should this information fall into the wrong hands. Even now, technology is not to be trusted, as you well know. >
December 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM
< continue.

The second map, as I've been informed, is not a pinpoint-perfect location. Yes, I can sense you rolling your eyes already. As I'd fully expect you to, because I did the very same. Anyway, we would have to get our feet wet. Luckily, we knew that. However, the trip we're looking at >
December 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM
< wrong X on the map. So to speak. The X in question? San Cristobal, Panama. Logistically, that's right next door. Of course would-be seekers and “collectors” would flock to such a location. Correct? If it were that simple, it'd be a synch for us. But, alas, we're not normal people. So, I'll >
December 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM
< be located in a pirate colony. Or, "utopia" if you will. Though, my sources have come through that the utopia is actually very real. There's no gold to be found there - as of late. Yet, it's a location that's been used through time to lead those crazy enough to “believe in the hype” to the >
December 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM