ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      “Why are you guys acting so weird?” Will questioned, glancing around the room. Anton was facepalming, Abraham had a displeased look on his face as he stared blankly to avoid Will’s eyes, and Caelan had an expression that looked like a boss who did not know how to break it to his employee. Quincy elected to remain silent and kept his face buried in his magazine. “Guys, you’re creeping me out…” And then there was the knock at the door.      Anton sighed and shook his head. “Come on in…” He then quickly put his people-face back on.      “Hey, everyone…” a boy’s voice that sounded weirdly close to Will’s said as the door creaked open. The boy in question was strange, and even then that did not fully capture the weird feeling he gave off. His lavender-colored body was sleek, futuristic with segmented and glowing parts, and he looked incredibly fit. Embedded in his chest was an apparently-fle...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      Yale was restless that night on account of the unpleasant memories that flooded back into his head of the battle between The Liger Brigade and The Death Knell Coven that took place in his old forest. What was once an undiscovered forest deep within the reaches of the European continent had become a battlefield when The Death Knell Coven had started logging it for their profane magic practices. And then came the fire and smoke, destroying the beautiful forest Yale once called home. There would be no more pleasant afternoons listening to the birds sing their songs, no peaceful sunsets lighting up the horizon with a relaxing orange glow, and no more guiding wayward travelers back to civilization. All of it was taken away from Yale in the blink of an eye–and he nearly lost his mind, on the cusp becoming primal until Milan had discovered him all those years ago.      Yale had always been fairly tight-lipped...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      As he entered a code into the keypad and presented his badge to the scanner, Antares gave a soft groan as the heavy doors to the outer containment cell for ACF-008 slid open. “And that’s the real reason why we don’t do disclosure, Sam. It’s not that people will lose their minds, it’s that people will lose their goddamned minds…”      Sam laughed at that one as they entered the large, rectangular room. There was a slight chill to it, but it was nothing too bothersome. “Excuse me? Could you explain that a little more?”      Antares chuckled as he reengaged the door, but not fully locking it just in case. Bran, and the two guards in black and blue uniforms, could see that the Lt. Colonel was a little stressed, so they waited patiently for him to finish. “No one will be able to behave themselves around alien life. Sure, there are sensible people like us that will give Zarnak a good birthday...