[System]
Age: 26

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:
Often seen wearing fine material clothing, though occasionally he does were rough spun or leather trousers.

Occupation: Language Interpreter/Translator, Scribe

Skills: Knows how to read and write in a number of different languages, from having traveled and lived, some…there is also much singing, dancing, instrument playing…other things that courtesans do…

Powers: N/A

Inventory: Plenty of expensive silks, jewellery from when he had worked as a courtesan, lute

History: Born in the village when it had been much smaller, his parents died at an early age, and the poor boy ended up being picked up to live with relatives in a distance village…well, he did have relatives. Poor and sickly, they had sold Roose to slavers in order to afford their own medicine and food. Little more than a decade on, Roosevelt returned to live in the village after buying his freedom, his skills in language funding some of the finer things he so desires.

[Landmark] Stonehead - Along yet more forest, there is an ancient stone block with a man's face carved upon the front of it. It stand along some of the main paths through the forest.

[User]
"Eleven spoons of Froggy Apple pudding should be plenty for these Crumblemuffins. We don't want them getting too dry, after all." Trouv muttered as he carefully levitated the steaming treats to the tray he had rested upon the counter. Black eyes traced over his concoctions. The little cakes were each about as big as a coconut, and had muffintops that slightly resembled sea urchins. Most importantly, they smelled of a forest after soft rains coupled with his secret ingredient- cinnamon! He used an abundance of magical ingredients, but the cinnamon really tied everything together! Making them look pretty and smell nice was easy, though. For him, the hard part was getting it to taste good, or at least not have little uncooked patches in its interior. Looking around the kitchen, Trouv brushed off some stray flour that had gotten onto his face. Usually he cooked the desserts at least a few hours before the bathhouse opened, but today he was running behind. Twirling his fingers, Trouv quickly used his magic to bring the speckled green and red pudding from the bowl and splatter it upon his treat tray.

Walking through the doorway into the lobby of the Cuttlefish Bathhouse, balancing the tray with one arm while pushing the door open with the other, Trouv was greeted by the scents of bath salts and essences. Prior to living in a bathhouse, the chef couldn't tell a tea leaf from a poison ivy, but he had been more than learned as of late. The bathhouse opened in a few minutes, and no one was to be seen, but he was sure they were just upstairs somewhere. The bathhouse was massive, the first floor being a lobby of sorts, and the actual baths were underground, with all the mechanisms keeping the baths hot and steamy located ever farther down.

Even though the sunlight couldn't touch the baths, glowing stones called Cuttlefish Hearts decorated the bathhouse, more than illuminating the darkness and washing everything in faint pink. Upstairs was where the family lived. Given the wide property of the bathhouse, Trouv was a little surprised only three people lived in the massive space above. He hadn't seen that much of it, because they had offered him a room located in the back of the kitchen- a storeroom of sorts that had an exit so he could go on little walks if he wanted to. The kitchen on the ground floor was used in preparing food for the guests. Until Trouv had shown up, it was mostly used for making a tea or preparing cucumber packs.

The bathhouse was always immersed with the smell of many exotic spices. After a while, it became much too overwhelming, but underground the scent was masked by steam. Trouv rested the tray on the counter and made sure his charcoal hair was in decent shape before smoothing his clothes. He hadn't gotten his hands on an apron or anything, so he just tucked his buttoned shirt into his pants and hoped that made him look classier. Seeing that it was already opening time, and knowing that they would want him to open up anyways, he walked over to the door and opened it, setting the stopper to show that they were open for business. He then sat behind the counter, having already worked the front desk a few times. Other than setting up a stall outside, he would usually just sell his desserts over-the-counter. The cuffs of his shirt proving to be a much larger annoyance than he originally thought, Trouv quickly rolled both of his sleeves up t his elbows, not noticing that he had exposed a red mark running across his left forearm. The wound looked new.

[Assistant]
The sound of caravans had roused the man from his sleep, not quite early in the morning, but early enough for him as he rolled over to face the carelessly open window, "Hmmm...mmmm..." Lashes fluttering as he saw red, the sunlight beaming down on his face, his petal lips pursed a moment...pulling the sheets of the soft bed off his his skin, Roose blinked his red-brown eyes a bit before staring at the open window again, dull expression on his face. It had been rather warm last night, so it had been stopped open...should have known better, should have shut it closed if he wanted more sleep in the morning.

Shaking his head wistfully, more of the covers were thrown off as he set his feet down on the hardwood floor, though the pull of bed and sleep whispered in the back of his mind, the long haired man willed himself up onto his feet. Bending down, the nice material of the trousers felt good in his hands, but he didn't dally and pulled them on the next moment. Reaching up and gathering his hair up in his hands, the glossy raven length of it was slung over his right shoulder as he padded over to the table set against the far wall.

A clean bowl, a pitcher of water from the other night, and a soft towel to the side...pouring some of the cool liquid into the bowl, it struck him how thirsty had become. Tipping his head back, a small bit of water was poured from the lip of the pitcher right to his awaiting mouth, nearly, "...hmm." Setting the water container back down, he brought the towel to the bowl, dipping it in and letting it soak up a good about of water. Squeezing out the access, the man known as Roosevelt got to work gently wiping his face, along his neck, and just around some of his chest. Two warm nights had left him feeling, well, grimy...as it stood, a visit to the bathhouse was in order...later.

Wringing the towel, it was set down next to the bowl as a he stood up again. Returning to his bed, he reached over to fully open the window, lashes fanning over half-lidded eyes as the sun shone through uninhibited, "Ah, I see the sun has come up to greet me!" Well, not quite, but...letting out a happy hum, his bottom planted down onto the covers, a hand was brought down along the side of his bed. Tapping, feeling for the wooden--"Ah hah..." His lute. Bringing it up in better lighting, he got to work tuning it, before playing something gently, humming to a melody that seemed a bit too foreign for this village.

[User]
First customer of the day.

"Mornin' Sarah." He said jovially, before setting to work on the problem. He wasn't very good at math and estimations in regards to money. Most of the time he undercharged, but it didn't really matter to him. He hunted his own food, and what he charged was enough to cover taxes and buying vegetable now and then. But today was different.

"Tell ya' what," he said after some serious thought, "Let me flip that question around on ya'. How long would I have to keep your forge supplied and burning hot in exchange for some fitted armor? Light stuff, quiet. Stuff I'd be able to move and hunt in, but wouldn't buckle if something got me by surprise."

[Assistant]
When the morning had begun for the villagers, Aldis was already out patrolling. As he always did he began by fixing a vigilant gaze towards the Twilight Cavern, the barest hint of an eerie orange glow mixing among the sea of orange and red hues of the coming dawn. Then as always it passed without incident as dawn began to give way to morning. The Sentinel's rigid posture relaxed, the visible tension leaving to the tune of a sigh of relief.

A hand resting upon the hilt of his sword, he walked with steady confidence around the outskirts of the village. It was a route he had traveled countless times before, and one he performed no less than twice a day. On some days, when there seemed to be an ominous wind in the air, he would not be walking with such a relaxed demeanor. Yet today was not one of them, and as he once more came to face where the Twilight Cavern lie, there had been nary a hint of monster or bandit or anything else of concern.

His morning patrol completed, Aldis cast a glance at the sun hanging low in the early morning sky. He cast one final look towards the Twilight Cavern, turning away to head towards the village. It wasn't long before he was making his way through the market, passing through the hustle and bustle with ease. Though merchants of all wares were present and clamoring to sell their goods, he slipped through unnoticed.

As he kept an eye out for any would be thieves, making his way back towards Sentinel HQ, a particular woodcutter caught his eye. The corners of his lips twitched upwards in a small smile. Altering his course until he stood before the wood-piled blanket, he offered a nod of his head in greeting to the blacksmith currently doing business with the jovial man. He waited for them to be finished, giving the woodcutter a inquisitive raise of his eyebrow while he did.

[User]
The otherwise peaceful morning was but to an abrupt half - by audio-based standards -- as a large explosion rang through from the Western side of the town. Multi-colored smoke pooled out from the roof of the Freezerburn Librarium as Kotoe emerged from the doors coughing up a storm. From the confines of her shop, several books flew around her, using the front and back covers like wings as a few Chipsqueaks ran out for freedom from the inner workings of what was possibly the most dangerous store in the village itself.

"...Urgh...Goddamn furballs..."

Her clothes a mess, some strange slime-like substance dripping off from her Songs, Kotoe adjusted her hat as best she could as she slammed the door closed behind her and began trekking through the village to head to the bath house. Her attempt at mixing a few potions had been unfortunately disrupted by some pets of hers, and now the little demons were on the loose after basically blowing her up. Uncouth and diligent in making her unhappy as always, she just...gave up for the duration of the morning. So it was to be a rare sight to see her trudging out of her shop, slowly opening the front door of the Cuttlefish Bathhouse once her walk led her there and bringing her smoking and potion-dirtied body to the front counter to request and pay for a bath tag.

"...If anyone asks, the explosion from the Librarium involved Chipsqueaks. ...How much does an hour cost again? I forgot."

...Which was normal, given her ways of forgetting just about anything that didn't involve magic. She had a bag of coins with her at least...She just hoped that she remembered to bring enough, what with it being early and her...usually not visiting the bathhouse in favor of her own shop's accomodations.

[Assistant]
Nearly dropping his lute at the resounded, earth shaking explosion, Roose set it down on the end table before peeking out of the window of his house. A neighbor caught sight of him peeking out, and pointed to the smoke that plumed up into the blue sky, but from his window he could see just above it...ah, something going on at the Librarium. The ex-courtesan himself couldn't imagine voluntarily staying cooped up in a an overly warm shop with all those off magical supplies, those sorts of things always made him sneeze back to back in rather unflattering manners.

Picking himself up off of his bed for the third time that morning, Roosevelt went over to the wardrobe to choose a shirt. Rubbing a thumb absently over his lip, eyes scanning the folded shirts, he slid a hand in the stack and gently removed an ivory tunic. Pulling the silk tunic easily over his head, he noted the nice feel of the loose, open slit material brushing along his back. Bathhouse much later, Town Hall to help with scribe work a little bit later...food, well...his stomach made a loud gurgling noise, "...hehehe." Food.

Stepping out of the house after a few more things, mainly combing and pinning his long hair into place nicely...somethin to eat. The hotel served meals, there was a desserts stall at the bathhouse's front, and a few more places came to mind. Mind settling on desserts for some unexplainable reason, especially since he wasn't too partial to them, had yet to pick up something...well, a hand brought up to lightly rub the side of his neck a moment, it was worth a shot trying.

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Moments later, the beautiful man stood before the display of desserts, biting his lip lightly as he absently scanned the goods. It all looked so...pretty! Sparkly desserts here, glowing desserts there, spikey desserts abound! Could you actually eat something so beautiful? Some smells were not of desserts, but of other neat things...and Roose, well, he swore something winked at him...how charming! Tilting his head, eyes wide and sparkly on their own, "Oooo~! Ahhh~! Hmmm...? Oh...!"


[System]
Age: 23
Title: President's Daughter and Club Member
Rap sheet: 1 count of shoplifting, 2 counts of prostitution, 1 count of assault

Apperance: Long, jet black hair. Of average height, leans towards being slender. Her boobs are fake, but that ass of her's is real. Unlike in the picture, her ears are not stretched.
Personality: Tallis is a firecracker. Lively and excitable, with a temper that will burn you. She draws you in with her beauty, but keeps you there with her explosive passion about everything she does. She loves keeping up with the guys, trying to prove that she's no different than them...and that she's earned her place in the Club. More than anything, though, she loves men and she loves what they can do to her body.
History: Tallis Black lived a lavish lifestyle, that is until her mother took her away from her father at 15. Mrs. Black didn't want to lose Tallis to the Red Devils like she lost her husband and son. At 18, though, Tallis joined up with a local chapter because she found it too difficult to leave the life behind. She started to work her way up the ranks, but home was calling too loudly for her liking

Kaci Tillman
Nickname: Kase
Age: 20
Title: Civilian
Rap sheet: Clean

Apperance: Tall and slender, not very curvy. Keeps her hair perfectly curled, and never goes anywhere without makeup.
Personality: Kaci is quiet and shy, desperately trying to break out of her shell...and step out of Jeremy's shadow. Both are not easy tasks. She doesn't drink or smoke, and she'd never be caught dead in the club. She loves the Red Devils, though, and has been trying to show that she can be just like one of their Old Ladies. Loyal. A freak in bed. Street smart. Fierce. But as of now...she's none of these things.
History: Kaci lost her father when she was very young, meaning it was only her and Jeremy. She followed Jeremy everywhere, because he's the only family that she has now. Family has to stick together.

[User]
Jeremy cracked up watching Tallis take down the rest of his flask. "You remember my cheap taste, don't you?" He smiled at the mention of the scotch. It'd been a while since he had anything more expensive than a $20 bottle of whiskey. "Thanks, Tallis. We'll stop by the clubhouse to get your shit, then I'll let you unpack at my place. I have some paperwork to take care of when I get back."
Before getting on the bike, he checked his phone to see a text from Kaci. He rolled his eyes at the text. "She's staying in the guest room until further notice. Come home when you're done. Need to talk."

He started the bike and slipped on his helmet as Tallis got on the back of the bike. A part of him didn't want to bring her to his house. He had worked so hard to remove the grip she had over him, and having her staying in the most private part of his life, his home, was daunting. Snapping himself out of his thoughts, a wave of chills ran down is back as he felt her breath on his neck. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, feeling her hands and lips on him. Was this what she was going to do to him the whole time she was here? Tease him, bed him, and then leave him again for an indefinite amount of time? He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist, removing them from his thighs. "What the fuck is WRONG with you," he cursed at himself mentally. "Isn't this what you've been waiting for? You're acting like a bitch." He shook his head, backed out, and sped off from the cemetery parking area.

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Solomon heard his name being called from the shower. "Coming!" He yelled as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to see Kaci, barely dressed, and approached her slowly. "Hey," he simply said in a quiet voice as he wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. As the kiss continued, one hand came to her neck with a thumb on her face and the rest of his fingers in her hair. His other hand began to slide down her back, until the sound of a motorcycle approached the clubhouse. Solomon broke the kiss and ran to the window. "God DAMN it," he cursed, running a finger through his here. "Tillman's here."

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Jeremy and Tallis pulled up to the clubhouse after an uneventful ride. "Solo's bike is here. Good. I have to talk to him, too." As his thought ended, he heard heels clicking in a hurried pace right towards him. "What now?" He snaps his head to the right, immediately feeling a sting on his cheek. There was Ashley, huffing and puffing, eyes switching back and forth between Tallis and him. "Is this your guest?" she said in a low, angry tone. "Ashley," he began. "Don't 'Ashley' me, Tillman. Do you really think that she's better than me? This tattooed, slutty bitch?" Jeremy rubbed his cheek and rolled his eyes. "Ashley, I fuck you. That's it." This made Ashley's anger skyrocket as she began to walk towards Tallis. "Leave him the hell alone. He deserves better than you."

[Assistant]
Oh God. She had missed Solomon's touch. His fingers in her hair as he pressed his lips to hers. The blissful moment was short-lived, though, as the roar of a motorcycle pulled Solo's attention to the window. His words made her blood run cold and her heart fall into her stomach. "This can't be happening. He'll beat the shit out of you if he catches me here." She ran her hands over her face. "Where are my clothes, Solo? I need to hide." The panic was clear in her shaking voice.

This was a nightmare.

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Ashley's anger skyrocketed as she began to walk towards Tallis. "Leave him the hell alone. He deserves better than you." Her anger only growing at Tallis' apparent amusement at the situation. Why was she smiling like a demon? It was unsettling. This bitch is crazy.

"This is who you're fucking, Tillman." Surprise was evident in her voice as Tallis pointed to Ashley. "I should have come back sooner." Her words were like daggers, meant to wound not kill.

"What is that supposed to me, bitch?!" Ashley demanded. She was shaking like a chihuahua.

"It means you are nothing compared to me. I'm a fucking dragon and you're just a whore. You wanna be his old lady, but you can't even convince him to stay faithful to your bed. You'll never be more than the girl he fucks when his nuts are full." She paused long enough to gauge Ashley's reaction. Her words were hitting their mark every time. Club members were beginning to pour out of the clubhouse, watching with arms crossed and blank expressions. "And you're right, he does deserve better than me. I won't argue with you on that one, but he also deserves better than you. He deserves an old lady that's going to rub his back after he comes home from killing a man and not think twice about it. The only thing you rub is his balls. Bitch, you don't love him like--" Her words were interrupted by a fist to the face.

"That'll shut you up, won't it bitch?" The pride was clear in Ashley's voice; she thought she had one.

Oh, how wrong she was.

Blood was filling Tallis' mouth and her vision was beginning to go red. She spat the blood towards Ashely, launching herself at her; Tillman's whore cried out as she hit the dirt, "Help!" No one would dare come to help her as Tallis pounded her fists into the poor girl's face. Ashley did all she could to protect herself, but she was at a disadvantage; Tallis was on top of her, pinning her arms down with her knees.

"Please...stop..."

[User]
Solomon tossed Kaci her clothes that were in a pile on the floor and put his hands on her shoulders. "It's gonna be fine," he assured her, running his fingers down her hair. "Just um," he blurted as he scanned the room, "just stay here. He won't need to come up here." He kissed her and threw his towel on floor, scrambling to get himself dressed. He gave her a nod as he closed the door behind him. He ran down the stairs quickly and slowed himself before he reached the front door. What he saw happening outside made his eyes widen.
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Jeremy couldn't help but smirk as he watched Tallis and Ashley exchange words back and forth. He was certain that Tallis could kill her with her bare hands if she wanted, but he wouldn't let it get that far. There was already enough heat on the clubhouse; the last thing they needed was the cops showing up. Ashley wasn't something he was proud of, although she wasn't bad looking. She was available, and that was all Jeremy really needed at the time.

Once Tallis was on top of Ashley, Jeremy sprang into action. He smiled when he saw Solomon run up next to him. "Atta boy," thought Jeremy, as he walked up behind Tallis, looping his arms through hers and dragging her to a standing position. "Enough, Tallis, enough," he said only loud enough for Tallis to hear. Solomon helped Ashley up also to a standing position, putting his arms around her to keep her from lunging at Tallis. Once she calmed down, Jeremy let her go and walked in between the two girls.

"Ashley, I think it's time you go."
"But look what she did to me, Tillman. You're okay with this?" She was referring to her already bruising eye socket and the leaking gash on her cheek.
Jeremy smiled at her question, annoyed she wasn't getting the hint. He turned away from her and faced Tallis, putting his fingers on her chin and propping her face up. He leaned in and kissed her slowly and passionately, but only for a moment before turning back to Ashley. He tasted the blood in his mouth from Tallis'.
"Got it?" Jeremy asked, not expecting an answer. His face remained stone cold as he glared at her.
Ashley scoffed, ripping her body away from Solomon and storming off to her car parked on the other side of the compound.

Jeremy, after realizing what he did, scanned the front of the clubhouse to make sure President Black wasn't viewing the spectacle outside. He sighed of relief when he noticed he wasn't, and turned back around to Tallis. "Try not to kill anyone on my property, okay?" He looked to her, fighting a smile curling on the corners of his lips. "I forgot about this side of her."

Solomon ran his fingers through his hair, waiting to see if Jeremy needed him before he could run upstairs to check on Kaci. Knowing that she was there, in his room, possibly waiting to be spotted by Tillman, made his heart race.

[Assistant]
Kaci watched the scene unfold from Solo's window, a hand covering her mouth. Jeremy tried is best to keep her away from this life, so seeing Ashley be beaten so brutally made her stomach weak and her heart race She was not meant for this life. Kaci Tillman was too delicate and soft, yet she so desperately wanted to be a part of their world. The drugs. The sex. The alcohol. She wanted to taste the riches of this world, and as Solo's girl...she could.

This is what freedom looked like.

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Jeremy's kiss made her toes curl and her eyes close. God, I forgot what his kisses were like. They were intoxicating; Jeremy Tillman was intoxicating. The only man that had ever kept her attention for more than a few months. Hell, he had her attention at 15 and he still had it now. He was something else, that much Tallis knew. "Me? Kill someone? Don't you know I'm afraid of guns, Jeremy?" This was a lie, but she wouldn't have used a gun anyway. She preferred baseball bats.

She turned her attention to the clubhouse, surprised to see a familiar face in Solo's window. Kaci Tillman, I'll be damned. Solo was playing wit fire, and he and Kaci were both going to get burned. To crisps. Tallis shook her head at Kaci before turning her attention back to the young woman's brother. "How about we head back to your place now, Jeremy? We obviously have some...catching up to do." She glanced in Solo's direction, "And Solo can meet us at Lipstick's tonight once he gets done taking Banshee out for a spin. I promised him last time I was here that he could ride her." How could she properly convey that she thought he was being an idiot? Oh, right. She pulled out her phone and shot Solo a simple text. "You're a fucking idiot."


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Job: Doctor
Bio: The only daughter of an English politician and an Italian musician, Marcella was born into a life of luxury. She was raised with strict rules and high expectations, rarely seeing the world past her noble upbringing. It was no surprise when she was assigned the job of the doctor. Marcella is determined to use her abilities to help others as much as possible, and learn more about the world around her.
Other: Marcella is bilingual, able to fluently speak both Italian and English.

[User] Max nodded and then he grabbed some food from the fridge and cooked up some soup and put a bowl in front of Marcella and then he got a bowl for himself. @Fubsy

[Assistant] After rummaging through the apartment for a few minutes, she finally found four ten Mark tokens and walked back down to street level. The moment she stepped out of the building, she was greeted by the sight of Cooper. She walked over and held out a closed fist. "Here ya go!"

[User] Marcella wasn't hungry. She was starving. The doctor devoured the soup with surprising gusto, forcing herself to slow down in risk of a stomach ache. Breakfast had been skipped and Marcella had been too preoccupied for lunch. She hadn't eaten all day. "I owe you. I truly do," Marcella said as she finished her meal. She paused, her spoon tapping against the bottom of the empty bowl. "Although I should probably look into what I came here for originally. Do you know anything about the illness going around?"

[Assistant] Max eat some of his soup before responding "I've heard of quite a few people getting it, but I haven't seen anything common with those who are getting sick." He then continued eating his soup.

[User]
A Moose
"Thank you so much, Lila. Really, you have no idea how much this means for me and my family." She said warmly, cupping her hands and holding them out to accept the marks. It was moments like this that made Cooper remember why she became a Metalheart; being able to help people and pay for necessities for the ones she loved... that's what was really important.

[Assistant] "Damn..." Marcella muttered, her forehead creasing with frustration. "Well, thanks anyway. The Italian sighed and leaned back, her gaze wandering around the small kitchen. "So, tell me, Max. How has your life been? Aside from the whole...situation," she gestured vaguely at Maxwell's false leg, "I suspect it's vastly different than mine."

[User] Max said "it has been tricky at the beginning but once I learned what I was good at things got better." He patted the leg and said "this was a big bump in the road."

[Assistant] "You're doing good. Great, actually." A ghost of a smile danced across Marcella's lips. "Better than me." She rose from her seat, taking her bowl and placing it on the sink. "Thank you again, Max." She grabbed her bag and began to dig through it. "I know you said you didn't need payment, but think of this as a gift. And don't you dare say no." She withdrew a bag of Marks, close to seventy or so, and placed it on the table. With a goodnight wave, Marcella headed into the guest room.

[User] Lila dropped the Marks into Cooper's hands and smiled. "Say, it's getting kind of late...how long do you think fixing her up will take?" she asked.

[Assistant]
A Moose
"Oh, just a few minutes. I just need to reattach the tube that leads from the coolant tank to the engine, and then refill the coolant tank and make sure there are no leaks." she said, picking up her toolbox and popping the hood to get to work.

[User] Max just shook his head and said "She is still as stubborn as ever." He then grabbed the bag and put it with his other money. He then went to his bedroom and got ready to sleep.

[Assistant] Lila smiled. "Okay, you do that. I'll just be hanging out inside the carriage." she said, to which Alice responded with a clanking sound. Lila only blushed and entered in the passengers' section of the carriage.

[User]
A Moose
Cooper popped the hood and took a small wrench from her toolbox. Using the wrench, she carefully reconnected and tightened the pipe to make sure it would't come undone again. She leaned around the hood and looked at Lila, grinning, "One down, one to go." she said.
She put the wrench away and got out a small container of coolant. It wasn't enough to fill the tank, not even close, but it was enough to get the carriage a couple miles so that Lila could get somewhere that could fill it completely. She poured the coolant into the tank and recapped it, tossing the container back into the toolbox and closing the hood. "Try starting it up." Cooper said as she picked up her toolbox and moved to the sidewalk.

[Assistant] Sleep was the last thing on Marcella's mind that night. Her head buzzed from the day's events, and the Italian found herself pacing across the floor. A thousand questions buzzed in her mind. About the sickness. About her friends. About this unknown threat. None of them were answered. Sighing, Marcella paused and glanced towards the door. Two possibilities were apparent in her mind. Lay down and get some sleep, or solve one of the many curiosities racing in her mind. Hesitating for a second, Marcella made up her mind and silently slipped out.

[User] Lila jumped out of the carriage and made her way to the front. She pulled the ringed lever and the machine began working properly. A giant grin spread across her face. "You did it Cooper!" she exclaimed.

[Assistant] Max was about to lay down in bed, but when he sat down on the bed he looked at his leg. He then began to remember the conversation that he had with Mr. Black. He remembered Mr. Black saying "your grandfather left you a clue." Max then thought for a second and said "it couldn't be." He then got up and started heading to his work desk in the shop from his home in the back.

[User]
A Moose
Cooper smiled, partly out of relief that that had been the only problem. "You'll have to refill the coolant tank soon, but you should be good for a day or two." she said. Cooper walked over to the side of the car, dropping the toolbox beside her. She crossed her arms and leaned forward into the window. "I'm gonna head home, it's been a long day. Are you staying in the village tonight, Lila?"

[Assistant] Lila gave a nervous chuckle and cratched the back of her head. "Heh heh...yeah...I sort of assumed this would take longer." she said, biting her lip. She pointed up to one of the rooms in the building Alice was parked outside of. "Right up there, actually."

[User]
A Moose
Cooper looked up to where Lila was pointing. She knew the owners of the place; descended from Metalhearts and made managers by the machine at their graduation. That happened fairly often to people, and those managers came back and ran businesses in the village almost without exception. Nobody outside the village had much respect for low-ranking business people who came from Metalheart families.
The rooms in question were among the nicest in the city, so she'd been told. They were plain but very well maintained, characteristic of anything remotely nice in the village. Cooper looked back at Lila. "It's amazing what a few marks can buy around here, huh?" she joked lightly. "See you tomorrow? I'm working early and I'll be done by noon."

[Assistant] Lila smiled and gave a thumbs up to Cooper. "Sounds like a plan!" and with that, sneakily gave Alice a peck on its side and walked into the building, making her way up to the room.

[User]
A Moose
Cooper waxed goodbye to her friend as she picked up her toolbox and turned to walk away. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Lila kiss the car, but she wasn't sure. She decided that she definitely didn't see that as she walked down the road toward her apartment.

[Assistant] Marcella tensed as she heard a door opening, alarms ringing in her head. She carefully maneuvered to the source, pausing as she saw Max slip into the shop door. Suspicious mingled with the lingering sense of curiosity, and the doctor slipped beside the door and peeked in.

[User] Max walked over to his desk and pulled out a box. He opened up the box which revealed a puzzle box. He picked it up and looked at it and said "my mom wasn't able to solve this how am I going to" He then began to move pieces around on the puzzle box.

[Assistant] Cooper felt enlivened and bleary, physically exhausted from a long day but flying high after reuniting with two of her best friends. As she walked down Main Street, she saw that the lights were still on in the shop. What was Max doing still open? As she drew closer, she realized that the shop was closed, but Max was still at his desk and his lights were on. She couldn't tell what he was doing from the storefront window - she assumed he was fixing something - so she decided to have some fun. Mirthful, she knocked on the window to get Max's attention and made faces at him through the glass. She figured it would either bother him and she would tease him about being so serious later, or he would think it was funny. It was a win-win, really.

[User] Max was focusing on the puzzle box when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the window. He looked up to see Cooper making faces. He just shook his head and pointed at his closed sigh, He couldn't help but smirk from Cooper's antics.

[Assistant] Cooper laughed it off and headed up to her apartment, happy to have a wonderful stick-in-the-mud as a friend. She knew he got a kick out of that, even if he was too serious-minded to indulge her further.

[User] Max woke up early and went back to his desk and continued to work on the puzzle box. He still was having trouble figuring it out. "what was the key to this old man" He muttered to himself.

[Assistant]
@Fubsy
Cooper woke up to the sound of hacking. It was pained, hoarse, and voiceless. She felt her heart choking her to death as she got up to see what was going on in the living room, which was also her parents's room. She was shocked to find her father, Joseph Newman, coughing up blood as he lay on the mattress on the floor. He was pallid and sweaty, shaking uncontrollably.
Panicked, Cooper darted into the washroom and soaked a hand towel in cold water, and returned to her father. She knelt down beside him and put the cold, wet towel to his forehead in a desperate attempt to give him some relief. He raised his hand to hers, holding the towel down to his head. Trembling with worry, she stood up and immediately left the apartment, not remembering to change out of her sleepwear or even put on shoes. She practically slammed into the locked door to Maxwell's shop, having tried to push it open without stopping, resulting in an audible thud. She backed up a step and started banging on the door. She wasn't 100% sure that Marcella had stayed with him, but she knew that Maxwell would at least know where she'd went from the shop.

[User]
Sleep had been a difficult feat that night. Not because of the unfamiliar surroundings or bed. Rather it was the thoughts of the previous day that kept Marcella awake. Late night ponderings of unknown threats, mysterious illnesses, and a clandestine puzzle hidden by a friend. They left Marcella in a buzzed state of delirium that ended up with her stuck in a half-dazed state until the sun's rays crept into the room.

Marcella stirred when a sudden orchestra of noise invaded her sleep. Yawning, she hauled herself out of bed and, with only a nightgown and her fingers to tame her bed wild hair, she slipped out the door.

[Assistant] Cooper kept pounding on the door, increasingly frustrated. She moved to look into the shop window. "Maxwell, open this damn door!" she shouted into the shop. She was surprised and thankful when she saw not Max inside, but Marcella. Her eyes lit up and she waved at her frantically. "Marcella! I need your help, please!"

[User] Max had been working when suddenly he heard the banging and then he heard Marcella get up and said "what's going on" he then got up and walked to the door that Marcella was near."

[Assistant]
@Fubsy
"Max, open the door! I need Marcella's help!" Cooper cried from the door. At this point she'd been doing this for so long and at such a volume that others on the street had started to take notice. "It's my dad, he's... he's sick, I don't know what to do!" Tears streaked down her cheeks from her wide, panicked eyes.

[User] The fuzz of sleep drifted away instantly as Marcella heard her words. "Sick?!" She fumbled the door open, practically yanking Cooper inside. "Have you made any contact with him?" she asked, mind going into doctor mode.

[Assistant] "Y-yeah, kind of." Cooper responded, voice haggard from yelling. She realized now that was probably not the best thing to do. "He's been sick for a few days, just seemed like a cold, some seasonal thing, y'know? He told me not to worry. A-and then this morning... he's coughing up blood and he's shaking like crazy... I should've done something sooner, I didn't realize..." Cooper's voice caught in her throat as more tears came.

[User] Max came outside as well listening to Cooper talking about the sickness. He then looked at Marcella and said "I'm going to go talk to a friend who may help, you go check on Cooper's dad." He then turned and locked his store door and ran down the street toward another shop.

[Assistant] Marcella nodded and gripped Cooper's hands. "Calm down..." she soothed. Concern glimmered in her eyes as she grabbed her bag. "Take me to him as fast as possible. I'll see what I can do."


[System]
Age: 125 (looks mid 20's)

Gender: Male

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Elemental Sorcerer.

Physical Description:

Talents:
Firearms training
Elemental magic (Controlling and conjuring of earth, fire, water, air)
Police Procedure
Detective work
Hand to Hand combat
Interrogation
Quick witted

History:Flint was born in 1895, he led a normal life in Camden until he was conscripted into World War One. After the war, life didn't seem as precious anymore and he joined with a local mob boss. The gang told him of his magical abilities, which he had no idea he had, and began having him work for them in robberies.

His shenanigans caught the attention of the magical courts. They soon captured him and they explained the world that sat under his nose, they explained that it was magic that kept him young, that his parents had died horribly to an unknown attack. Flint was lost, and not knowing what to do he left Camden just in time for Conscription to scoop him up for World War Two.

More war and Flint was on his last thread, he returned to Camden and began Private investigation, it was ok work and helped pay for the taxes. Flint got his big break when the Court asked for him to join their police force, he accepted and soon rose the ranks to detective. Magical police work was a lot more intriguing than normal private work, and he was good at it.

Then it all went to hell.

Flint survived the first purges, but has been in hiding for awhile now. However he has begun to raise an army. A poster here, a leaflet there all signifying a meet up of those who wish to stop the current 'leader'.

Psychological Profile:
Harsh, Quick witted, scheming and cold hearted. Flint was normally one to work alone, but the new order of things means he will have to begin working with others if they are going to stop the main threat. He wont take orders from anyone, but he isn't an idiot, and can be persuaded to do things if its for the best.
He is a long standing alcoholic, and it is rare to see him without a bottle on his person, many believe his way of work is inhumane, and he prefers to act first before asking questions.
More than likely not all there in his head, due to the terrible things he has seen in and out of war.

Possessions:
.44 Magnum revolver in shoulder holster.
An array of legal and illegal weapons he keeps at his current safe house, most are pre 1950's however.
Smudge, the cat.

Yes and
Flint knew about Beth through her criminal connections, and was on her tail at every corner until she spoilt all the fun and died.

When she was placed in the court he wasn't pleased, not just because of her past crimes but also because of the moral grounds on controlling others.

[User]
A Dawn Blade, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star when the universe was still young, was anathema to vampires. Science would have one believe that they had a severe allergic reaction to UV Radiation. Superstition, that they were so wicked that they could not walk in the presence of the sun without suffering divine wrath.

Whichever was true was irrelevant. A Dawn Blade was coated with UV rays by the process of its creation, and while it had no particular effect on the souls of wicked mortals (only having true supernatural power against Demons) it was really, really fucking sharp. So as Parry cut, dodged and slashed through the crowds of bodies trying to get past his wings and after Tony he had that scene from Kill Bill stuck in his head- the one where The Bride fought the Crazy 88s. Except there were thirty people here and most of them were already in rough shape from the fight to begin with.

A head here, an arm and leg there, and Parry found himself with a straight corridor to Billy Rikker, licking blood out of the carpet while his thralls and vampires started to think twice about losing an arm or two to the guy with wings and glowing eyes.

'Oh shit,' they were probably thinking. 'That's not a wizard...'

So Parry didn't press his luck with the group. He started to lower his sword into a defensive posture and started to take one step toward the prone Vampire lord when he heard the slam of a car door behind him. Tony. Rikive. Flint.

The van.

The whole group was on its last legs because of his fuckup. Yeah, he'd gotten some information from Billy about who Nemsemet wanted but it wasn't worth this mess. He had some work to do in order to make this up to everyone. Decapitating Billy Rikker would take seconds, would render this whole part of the city leaderless, and might open up the opportunity for rebellion. But the sword in his hands wasn't Parry's. It was Cym's. And Cym would be held responsible for how Parry used it. Execution wasn't one thing he wanted to see Cym answer for and would leave the van vulnerable to attack from the vampire brood.

So he might as well start his recompense now.

"Right. You all know what I am," Parry said, backing away, wings still spread to block the doors. "You probably don't know that I can make a small sun in one hand. But I really don't feel like killing everyone in this room right now. So. We'll call it a draw."

Without wasting a breath to see if the vampires pursued or stayed put with their master, Parry ducked and ran out the front doors, his wings retracting into so many ribbons of light, then shrinking into his back. He spared half a second to swipe the dawn blade at the overhanging awning outside the doors, bringing the fabric down to provide a temporary barricade to block line of sight on the van between the restaurant and his getaway vehicle.

Parry ducked into the van's side door, slammed it shut, and said in an innocent and awkward voice, like a kid hiding a new puppy (or in his case, wings, a sword, and a pair of smoldering white eyes) behind his back "So, uhm, what'd I miss? 'cause I got to smoke some primo-weed with the White Rabbit and Michael Jackson!"

[Assistant]
As Rikive settled in the back of the van, she began to feel the first curl of exhaustion take over. She had an obscenely high amount of endurance, but after days of no sleeping, fighting and using her magic so heavily; she was ready to sleep for a few hours. So she did not go after the vampire, she would leave that to the others that had given chased, unless she was needed again.

She ran her hands through her tangled chestnut brown hair, now darken with soot from the fire and ash from slain vampires. Likewise her skin was tinged dark with grime, hiding the flush of her skin except where a few beads of sweat had carved their path down her face. Her clothes were absolutely ruined, but she cared little about them. Though it did reinforce her desire to locate proper armor.

She looked to the door when Parael suddenly jumped into the back of the van, as energetic as ever. As though he had not just died because he'd thrown a tantrum and stormed into the club without a solid strategy. "You," She growled at him, her hands clenching in fists. "Do you understand how incredibly stupid, reckless and dangerous that stunt of your's was!?" She yelled at him, raising her clenched hands slightly as though she was about to beat him for his idoicy.

Instead she lunged at him, not to hit him, but to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Don't ever do that again." She said into his shoulder, her voice tight. As angry as she was that he had gone and made such a mess of everything, it was nothing compared to the relief she felt that he was still alive.

[User]
Flint began to awake, the ground below him felt like it was shaking and his head was pounding. Oh wait, it was moving, he was in the back of the van, and his head was slamming every so often against the hard metal sides. Groggily, he began to rise from his slumped position. "That's what you get for using your powers too much" He thought to himself as he began to piece together what had happened. He was bellowing flames, then he went to go help Tony. Then… he couldn't remember after that.

 He focused his eyes and noticed Parry, being hugged by Rikive, and remembered what had happened before he had entered the building. It was as if his tiredness had melted away, his mind cleared and he stood up. He felt refreshed and energised as he looked towards parry.

"Hey Parael". He said cheerily, to get his attention. When he turned, Flint's fist crunched hard into the celestials face. Parry would know that they were even now, and so Flint sat back down, removing his large jacket. Sweat stained his white shirt and the shoulder holster was visibly empty. He must have dropped his hand-cannon when he passed out and this made Flint even more infuriated. He unbuttoned his shirt to inspect the bruises and cuts covering his chest and sides. Nothing too damaging, but enough to sting when he inhaled. Flint patted for his whiskey bottle, but remembered he had smashed it onto the floor before unloading his tommy-gun into the club. This just wasn't Flint's day.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User] "Ice mage... Sasha?" Mayt murmurs, and bites his lip, then shakes his head a little. It wouldn't be impossible, just ironic she seemed to control fire and Sasha controlled Ice, that they may be related. He looks up at Penny. "And I got a concussion in a competition." He figured that was a good way to put it. Hopefully she wouldn't harass him for something like that. "The guild was holding a competition for S-Rank wizards. And I was in the unfortunate position of fighting one of the toughest people in the Guild." He hoped that that had explained it all and that she wouldn't ask any further questions. He leaned back, glad she was ordering the drinks, he had nearly cleaned out all the gems he had on him, and the remainder was to pay for things he planned to buy later.

[Assistant] "I know it's ironic, an ice Mage and fire Mage being related but...I managed to trace back who my father was, and he was a fire Mage. I guess I got more of my power from him. I don't know if my mother was an ice Mage, or if my sisters father was an ice Mage...all I know is she's an ice Mage" she shrugged "really, a class competition? Wow I wish I could have seen that!" She said excitedly "I haven't joined a guild yet, is it fun being apart of a guild?" She asked curiously, looking about what she could see, clearly curious and clearly impressed by what was around them. She looked back to Mayt with a smile, her dark eyes shining with curiosity.

[User] Angelo simply turned away as he left apparently the winner by default as he left the guy he just punched alone. he doesn't know Angelo and Angelo wouldn't want to know him to begin with, he left to find master Jamie and ask who he would need to fight next, Angelo knew their had to only be at least 1 or 2 people who he would need to fight to gain the s rank and be considered one of the best of the guild to everyone. Then Angelo would be happy knowing he truly proved his father wrong and was the best at being just who he was and considering that all he did was punch a guy in the nose he still had all his magical energy for a real fight to prove he had the ability to be the best in the guild. make no mistake though Angelo wouldn't let it go to his head he would simply be the same guy but taking on missions that paid more Is all

[Assistant] Mayt shrugs. "I guess it can be fun being in a guild at times, and as far of the fights go, they look like complete messes." He looks over Penny, as if not entirely convinced she's related to Sasha. "And you don't have to join a guild. Honestly, I've gotten hurt more times in a guild in the past month than I've gotten injured in the rest of my life." He figured that was at the very least mostly true. He had broken a few bones as a kid, and hadn't since he joined Phoenix Wing, but he figured the fight with Lazarus, the fight with those people back on the island, and the job to the City without Sound, it all about added up to almost equal if not in favor of the guild. "Are you really related to Sasha? You two are opposite in everything but, uh, gender."

[User]
In the absence of the master, Jarvis a announced the winner of Angelo and sciers match. "Angelo vs Scier, winner, Angelo" he sighed and went to retrieve Damian, knocking on Damian's door. "I'd rest up as much as you could if I were you. Angelo is victor, but he didn't exactly use much magical energy" Jarvis told him.

---

Penny frowned listening as he talked "but with a guild you can get jobs and help of you need it" she said "I'd much rather broken bones then nothingness" she said taking her drink when it was brought over and sipping it thoughtfully.

She seemed in her own little world when Mayt asked her if she was really related to Sasha "no idea" she said, "will know when I see her, but given that she is an ice Mage, and her name is Sasha chances are good that she is. How many ice mages named Sasha could there be? When I was 16, I found out that she loved with our mother, but that our mother had died when we were kids because of an accident, but that no one knew what happened to Sasha. Since then, I've followed hints and clues. And here I am" she said

She shrugged, then said "what other items do you need to get?"

[Assistant] Mayt sighed. He personally would've preferred if Penny was a little less helpful. He knew the list would be suspicious. He thought for a moment, then pulled the letter from his pocket, flipping to the third page quickly, talking as he does so. "Lack of a Guild doesn't mean nothingness. And you can get jobs without a Guild. I have experience with that. Though the help part is nice, it's simpler to take jobs you can handle by yourself for the most part." He paused, biting his lip, and speaking quietly to himself as he looks down the list. "Have that, have that, got that, I'll get that tomorrow... Okay. I need something that can channel magic, chalk, and..." His eyes run over the paper, looking for something he trusts penny to get. "That seems like it." His voice sounds a little tired and worn down. He folds the paper up and puts it back away. "I don't think Sasha knows you exist though, she's never said anything about having a sister, so it'll probably surprise her... A lot."


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:

"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance

Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.

Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.

Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.

This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.

Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.

Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.

With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.

Persona: Inari Ōkami

Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki

Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.

[User]
Shizuka Otonashi || Shinza Shopping Square || April 29 WED
A faint spring breeze blew along the streets of the shopping district of Warakuma, as a white, tulle layered, knee-length chiffon skirt fluttered lightly enough to sway the first few layers of the fabric. Its owner also wore a long sleeved, spring green knitted sweater with a pair of white colored wedge sandals to finish the current season's look. Since summer was not too long from now, Shizuka decided to go through her spring wardrobe more often. She might be an otaku but she dressed appropriately for the seasons but unfortunately not for the occasion, the movie screening day as an example.

The raven haired female dropped by the Shinza Shopping Square today not for her own shopping pleasure or enjoyment but to search in advance for an appropriate gift for mother's day in the next month. She walked past Game Over Arcade, unbeknownst to her, was where a Persona 4 Arena Ultimax tournament was on going. Not like the freshman ever gave a chance at playing a console game, but she was indeed aware of the existence of the aforementioned game, due to her interest of the Persona 3 series. Perhaps she would try by influence of others but not today, she focused on the windows of the shops that passed by her half covered gaze.

The clacking of the sandals ceased abruptly when a certain view entered her sight. A view of beautiful variety of flowers. Head tilted upward to see the name of the place to mentally take note of. Shirohane Flowershop. Got it. Wanting to take a closer look at the flowers and its costs, Shizuka entered the shop with a curious expression upon her face. While it wasn't a rare sight to see flowers around, she appreciated the beauty and the fragrance they each carried, unique to their own. Her appreciation didn't change the fact that she absolutely had no idea how plant care worked or which flower type was appropriate for different occasions. Perhaps joining the agriculture club would help her in such field.

The student decided that it was wise to ask the person in charge of the shop to advice her on this matter, so her bangs covered eyes parted from the flowers to approach the counter and voiced out her concern upon reaching it. "Um, pardon me? Would you happen to know which flower type would be appropriate as a mother's day gift? I-I'm afraid I have no knowledge of flower meanings, you see."

[Assistant]
Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27
th
, 2015 – Golden Week

Ferrero Mall

"I knew it!" Gen exclaimed as the other revealed his name. He knew he knew him. Masahide was known at school for having excellent grades. "You're a senpai from school! I... It seems really odd to see you without the uniform." Another apologetic smile. There was nothing to be apologetic about, though. He just did not recognise someone who he has not spoken with yet. "Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Gen Itoshi, first year." He added so as to make it easier for identification. It probably did not say anything to him, but it was worth a shot. "I've heard this movie is based on a game. Well, haven't played it, so I guess it could be exciting!" And there went his bus money, and any other money he had left. He was completely broke until he returned home.

[User]
Ferrero Mall27.4.15

 "Yeah. It's not very often. But since we had the week off... Why the hell not?" Masa offered a subtle smirk as he gave his reply, continuing to step towards the cinema as the conversation with Gen continued, "A movie based on a game? Not very often you see those... Anime and books sure, but games?" With a shrug, Masa entered his destination. Walking up to the counter, he'd order up two tickets to the movie, paying for both before rounding to Gen with the vouchers in hand. It was then that he noticed Gen scrounging for something in his pockets, "Don't worry about it. It's on me." extending the extra ticket for the boy.

 After the movie, Masa parted ways with Gen. He thought the boy odd, but then again so was Masa to many. Still, he wouldn't give it much more thought as his focus shifted to his upcoming kendo practice.

Game Over Arcade29.4.15

 'Game Over Arcade, huh? That's not foreshadowing at all...' The humorous thought caused Masa to crack a subtle smile as he entered, eyeing over the other patrons as he scanned around for something. He knew there was a tournament going on today, and with a game he actually had some experience with. It would be the first time he had attempted something like this, merely having played online with a decent record, but it seemed this week had found Masa out of his comfort zone quite often.

 It didn't take long for Masa to find the sign in sheet, walking over and marking his entry into the Persona tournament. In his head he attempted to recall his strategies, 'Jump in, mix up, safe finish if blocked. Jump in, mix up, Atlas into finisher for status effect. Empty jump to bait, low-high mix-' Over and over he'd mull over these actions in his head.

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Hospital- April 29 2015, 9:00 AM

Noboru scoffed at the idea that he wouldn't be able to pay for it. He had enough money to go around several times over. He followed her to the food joint of choice, taking a seat and getting ready. He ordered 3 burgers and looked at Akane.

"So. Are you gonna order anything? If you don't want to order, free is the best price."

He chuckled at his little joke, waiting for her. He decided to make small talk, because of how bored he was.

"So. How about that movie hmmmm? I mean, I never saw it but I assume it was quite a good movie. Or at least I hope so, otherwise those people paid money for nothing."

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

With a small smile and a soundless hum, Kotori adjusted some flowers on one of the displays around the shop - specifically, a selection of ever-popular red roses; moving them so that they'd both show their best appeal and also get the most of the sunlight shining in. Taking a step back only to then make another small turn or move some a little forward or backward, it would take a while before she was finally satisfied - much to the bemusement of her mother who had been watching the whole time from behind the counter. A bemusement which only grew when Kotori finally realised that she'd been seen fussing over such tiny details for nearly five minutes - even if it was a rather regular occurence, she still felt a little embarassed about it.

"I'll... take care of the new ones in the back," Kotori said, pointing to the door that lead to the back of the shop where most of the flowers were kept and looked after and where her mother, and occasionally she too, took up their Ikebana. With a shake of her head, however, Tsubame waved that notion off: "Actually, why don't you look after the shop whilst I do that instead?" she said, stopping her daughter mid-turn. "Ah, but..." came a weak protest but before Kotori could say any more, her mother had already stepped right up beside her and placed her hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her toward the counter. "Oh, don't worry, it'll be fine. And quicker too, judging by them," Tsubame said with a still amused tone. Kotori raised as hand as if to protest - but then lowered it again, given that she really couldn't say anything against it. "Geez..." she quietly sighed as she stood behind the counter - her least favourite part when it came to helping around the shop and one her mother seemed all too keen on making her do, judging by the chuckle she could hear behind her.

At least she could hope that her mother would be back to take over again before any customers showed up - though she was used to handling them, she still felt rather stiff and unsure about it; particularly when compared to the way her mother. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips - when a familiar sound interrupted her thoughts as the door was pushed open and someone entered the shop. Immediately straightening herself Kotori looked up to see who it was - only to be greeted with an unfamiliar face, at least what could be seen thereof underneath the long bangs. The girl looked to be of high school age, probably not much more than a year apart from herself, Kotori guessed, and seemed quite enarmored with the various flowers on display - she couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride when she passed some of the flowers she'd placed herself.

The small smile at the sight quickly turned nervous when the girl in question then stepped closer - and even more so when she addressed Kotori, inquiring about flowers suitable for Mother's Day. "A-ah, yes," Kotori quickly said, trying to keep her mother's tips in mind - a cheerful smile could go a long way - as she spoke. "Carnations are the traditional flowers for Mother's Day. Red or pink in particular, to show love or admiration," she explained with a little more confidence, if not volume, as ever when she came to talk about flowers. "If you'd like, I could show you some, Miss...?" she then said - with a lot less confidence and sounding a lot more stiff. Her mother had told her it was a great way to get customers to talk, but Kotori couldn't help but feel it sounded rather awkward when she said it; particularly seeing as the customer in question was of approximately the same age as herself.

[Assistant]
Shizuka Otonashi || Shirohane Flowershop || April 29 WED
Not paying heed to the stiffness or the slight anxiety in the other's voice, Shizuka nodded in response to the shop keeper's offer. "It would be kind of you to, I would like to take a look at them myself." She said with a clearly excited tone, even with her usual soft voice. It was nice of the girl to show the mentioned flower to her since the younger student didn't have any idea on how carnations looked like. If she were simply given only the name, one could imagine her going through all the labels of each flowers in the place. Not that she would have minded taking her time to see each and every one, she had the time and it was pleasant to be surrounded by them.

Before following behind her to whereever the carnations were displayed at, Shizuka bowed her head lightly while introducing herself. "Oh, my name is Otonashi, Shizuka. Pleased to be acquainted with you! And you are?" As her hazel eyes wandered about, taking a look around at the vibrant colors the petals of the flowers had, she couldn't help but wonder something. While the other raven haired girl lead her to the carnations, Shizuka inquired about her curious thought. "Hm... If you wouldn't mind me asking, do you happen to grow these flowers by yourselves or does someone provide them for you?"


[System]
Age: 16

Appearance: Short black hair with gray eyes and with coffee-colored skin. He is an average height for his age with an above-average build. Sirvan dresses modestly but, a bit minimal based clothing due to his clan's culture. Along with having a tattoo of his clan's symbol on his right shoulder which he keeps bare of clothing to show it proudly.

Background: Sirvan's family used to be a clan of nomadic horsemen called the Nouzari that had decided to live in Phetop decades ago. It was his grandparents and others of his clan that made the effort to gain citizenship and integrate into Phetop's society. Where his clan would settle in a district in the southern part of the city, near the southern gate of the city.

When it became known that Sirvan had the potential to be a sorcerer was met with mixed reception from his clan. For after an incident with a magic-user before the clan moved to Phetop. The clan has seen magic with disdain and which after moving to Phetop. This has lessened somewhat but, the stigma remains. Thus, some of the clan started to stop seeing Sirvan and shunned him.

Sirvan himself thought of being a Sorcerer was one with distinction and was excited to learn more and to use magic. Sirvan found that he excelled at and earn high marks with his teachers. Ever curious about magic, he read as much as he could about the magic disciplines while learning to use the different disciplines. Which his proudest moment was when he managed to summon his tutelary ahead of his classmates. Now he hopes to be inducted into one of the Cults and continue his path to becoming a Sorcerer.

Personality: Sirvan growing up has always been an inquisitive person. Curious about the world both inside and outside of Phetop. He tends to like to study alone though he does enjoy the company of others. Along with being rather kind and friendly to the people around him. He holds his clan in high esteem and is proud of his heritage but, won't preach about it likes some of his clanmates. Also, once he sets his mind on something, it can hard for people to dissuade him from that task or idea.

Aptitude: While at Presedjet, he has the experience and has daddled with all of the magic disciplines. He shows most promise with pyromancy, favoring controlling lighting over fire. Also shows promise in telekinesis.

Tutelary: Being named Amata and taking the form of a large falcon with kyanite gemstones for eyes. Since Sirvan summoned her, Amata has treated him like a loving sibling. Making he does not forget important things and likes to spend time with him. Also, the occasional teasing to get a rise out of him. Amata also so hates cramp rooms as they restrict her ability to fly and sometimes rests on Sirvan's shoulder while he is walking.

Aura: The excitement of discovering something new, a warm and pleasant sensation.

[User]
Sarahi wasn't entirely sure why she was surprised to have been delegated to servant so quickly. Expecting the worst was her typical way of thinking--nothing in life came without some sort of great annoyance. Maybe it was because this was actually something she had been looking forward to, or maybe for just a second she had somehow assumed her new mentor wouldn't be the same as the other adults in her life. Then again, she had some sort of expectations for the magically inclined and highly respected the art of magic and those who rose through the ranks and assumed they had some sort of dignity about them. But no, she was entirely wrong.

Diadem had nearly come out in full force, although they chose to cling and climb all over her hair and clothes, looking around at the various people she passed. She ignored their occasional whispers, acutely aware that she probably sounded like she was jingling with every step and movement. Unfortunately, when she walked back to the Magus, Berenice Whats-her-name was there, too. Great, she was going to get a massive headache from this interaction, she could already tell. She didn't miss that questioning look, either, glaring daggers at the brunette in return. Did it look like she was enjoying this?!

Just as the urge to drop the next plate and walk away came, Diadem was spooked, hastily hiding under her hair and cloak. Sarahi had seen it so many times that she wasn't remotely surprised when the last third of the trio came over with their tutelary, a falcon of some sort. Interesting, although the constant tingling Diadem chirped in panic ruined the first impression just a touch. The only solace she got was that the Magus found Berenice just as irritating, though that wasn't saying much since her first impression on Sarahi was well into the negatives. Have some dignity she said while ordering Sarahi around like a servant. This was all so stupid.

Did she forget that Sarahi was the only one around when she first spoke of training? Not only was the Magus a lazy fuck, she was also either forgetful or delusional. Yeah, because anyone would equate sending someone to fetch food with actual training. This was all going to be painful, wasn't it?

To her surprise, it looked like the Magus was actually doing something of value. Straight into the pyramid, huh? About time they were doing something of value. Though if her initial interaction had any indication, they were probably going to do some dusting or something mundane.

All care thrown aside, she decided she may as well get her expectations out of the way. "Are we doing actual training, or is it favors disguised as 'training' like fetching you food and drink?" She asked, not bothering to hide her bitterness. "Because I'm not here to be anyone's servant."

[Assistant]
Khaemtir laughed to himself as the Novitiates interacted with their new master, especially that stiff Eldri girl. Everyone knew the Sorcerers and the Red Orders had a strained relationship. No one in their right mind could consider that tasteful. And how regrettable it was so early in her career but a public faux pas was too good to pass up and he made a mental note to bring it up at his group's little rendezvous later. Ishara would certainly enjoy the tale and even if Radaam didn't quite get it, Khaemtir would teach him how to enjoy the simple things in life.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt as one of the three newest Serpents was covered in tiny, iridescent butterflies when she returned. He blinked in awe at what he could only assume was her tutelary. They were absolutely beautiful, the way they glowed and shimmered. He'd thought Udjebten beautiful with her gemstone eyes and baby fat all over but those butterflies were absolutely stunning. He wouldn't trade his tutelary for the world―Not that he would ever tell her that!―but maybe they could work together and make her eyes glow like that. The obvious superficial desires aside, he wouldn't need to light a candle if he got up at night anymore.

"It's rude to stare, little Khae." Udjebten nudged him from where she sat on the bench next to him but he wasn't fooled. Not only was she perched up on her hind legs and resting her forelegs on the table for a better look, usually she'd have commented far sooner than she had. She was just as enthralled by the butterflies as he. He smirked at her and scratched behind her flicking ears like she enjoyed.

"Alright, alright. I'll keep my appreciation to a minimum, mother." Khaemtir laughed, finally standing to approach the group. If their master was anything like his, they'd be dismissed shortly or at the very least sent on some inane assignment Khaemtir could steal them from. He still needed to give his regards to Ms. Faux and he definitely wanted to get to know the girl with the butterflies. He smoothed out any wrinkles in his outfit, helped Udjebten off the bench, and stood back up to see where they'd gone and…

Groaned in disappointment. They'd vanished somewhere in the crowd, the entire bunch of them including their master, which only made him think they were off on some purpose or another. Great. He had been hoping to greet all of the necessary parties away from his mother before he had to play proper but it seemed fate did not smile on him today. He sighed dejectedly.

"Well, it seems another greeting and it's off to your family. But first, you need to drink some water. Beer is a poor substitution for hydration and it is hot out here." Udjebten demanded, trotting off into the crowd. Khaemtir followed obediently. As long as it kept him away from his family, he was all set for it. Udjebten led him to a refreshment table, watching him drink water and eat a little before giving a satisfied nod.

"Why is being a noble so difficult?" Khaemtir complained to Udjebten. "I just want to hang out with people but I know it'll get stuffy if I don't greet people somewhat formally."

"You are a Sorcerer now. Your future is yours to write. If you wish, you could disappear from your noble life and become a hermit in your pyramid." The hippopotamus suggested, the closest thing to teasing smile on her face.

 "Absolutely not. I'd die." Khaemtir shuddered. He didn't want to give it up; he just wanted to be a noble his way. Was that so much to ask?

[User]
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Kho turned his head downward at the tug on his cloak, only stagger backward a half-step at the sight of the figure that had accosted him. He kept his face politely neutral for a moment as he waited for his mind to catch up with his eyes before realizing the figure speaking to him was just a little peasant girl - albeit a disfigured one - and not some Sybaris-infected goblinoid.

Tekenkhasut, in the meantime, had no such hesitations. The falcon puffed its feathers up predatorially as it eyed the offered piece of meat, then shifted to the equally-appetizing snake that coiled around the girl. He offered his fellow tutelary a coy wink as he spread his wings and hopped off his perch on Khotanebre's shoulder. On his descent, Teken snatched the offered meat with his beak and listlessly glided to the ground, where he began ripping his meal into sinewy ribbons for consumption.

"Am I a... what now?" Kho asked, belatedly registering what the girl had said. What on Ea was a 'hawk family'? Was that some kind of code for people with avian tutelaries? The girl didn't look old enough to be a sorcerer, and definitely wasn't dressed finely enough, so he doubted she was privy to any secret cabals of bird summoners. Other than feeding Teken, Kho couldn't fathom what the girl could want - at least, that meat better have been intended for the falcon; if the flying rat was stealing food now, that'd be a whole other issue he wasn't confident he could deal with. "Um, that was for my bird, right? He didn't just steal it?"

"Yes, Khota, she whistled and everything," Teken interjected in feigned offense between bites.

"I didn't ask you, go back to your lunch," Kho chided before offering the girl a polite bow of his head, "Sorry about that."

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Symphony

[Assistant]
Are we already heading to the pyramid for training? Sirvan thought as he followed Magus Nevrakis to the Cult of the Serpent pyramid. That was fast, the night is still young, and the festivities are not even over yet. Guess this Magus is straight to the point of things and not waste time that could be used for training. Or at least that is what Sirvan thought as he walked. Still, what does the Magus have in store for them this night? He wondered, some kind of training exercise or maybe a test of their skills? Who knows, he should not focus on it, figuring out what it is. Better to just see it for himself and hope he is up to the task.

Meanwhile, Sirvan got a look at his fellow novitiates. He recognized the two of them from the academy. Sarahi and Berenice he thinks their names are. Sirvan does not know alot about his fellow novitiates. Only a few memories from the academy days. Surely there will be an opportunity to learn more about them soon. Maybe even get a chance tonight if allowed to. Sirvan was eager to talk to them and perhaps become friends down the road.

Then he heard Sarahi speak and was confused. Wait, what does he mean that training might be them doing something menial like getting food for the Magus. Did Nevrakis order Sarahi to do such things before they all gathered? If so, then... a bad feeling in his stomach started to form. Hopefully, not, and they will do some actual training and not something a menial as being Nevrakis's servants. He did not come here to train to be a Sorcerer and learn how to use magic just to be a servant. Guess Sirvan will see what the Magus has in store for them and hope for the best.