[System]
Age:
Gender:
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Appearance: (What do they look like?)
Abilities: (What special skills/abilities, if any, do they have?)
Special Weaknesses: (Do they have any unique weaknesses? Allergies, Phobias and more extreme weaknesses go here.)
Weapons: (Do they carry any weapons with them? Also, if your character has a gun, please mention how much bullets they have. Keep in mind that bullets are very hard to obtain, so you're not likely to have a lot of them.)
Items: (Do they carry anything special with them?)
Backstory: (This is where your character's past goes. Optional but recommended.)
Other: (Other info that doesn't fit in other categories goes here as well.)

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Reposting the Character Creation Things to make them easier to find.

As said before, if properly balanced (aka with significant limitations or downside) I might accept a character with powers listed here.
- Flight, Hovering.
- Telekinesis, Free Telepathy (aka Telepathic Communication with Anyone), Teleportation, other 'Tele' powers.
- Immortality and Similar Abilities.
- Anything related to Time-Travel, Telling the Future, Altering the flow of time, etc.
- Invisibility, Incorporeality (apparently that's what it's called).
- Things that are obviously overpowered. Like I said, Common Sense is a thing, use it.
- More things to be added later when I encounter them/think of them.
You're free to create a Species for your character if you want to play something other than a Human, but you'll need to send me information about the Species first so I can accept them and stuff.
As mentioned in the Interest Check, this World's Tech Level is a sort of Steampunk Era.
Steam Power is used to power large machines, and due to the scarcity of alternative fuels, this is likely to remain the case for the foreseeable future.

For overland travel, the fastest and most popular method is by train, as there isn't really any alternative that can compete with a trains speed and strength. Travel by Sea is mostly done with Sailing Ships due to Steam Ships being too expensive for most companies operating ships.

Air travel, meanwhile, is basically non-existent. Airships are in their infancy, and are unlikely to ever take over Trains or Ships, except maybe for luxury travels.
As for weapons, firearms exist but are hard to obtain. Most nations have tough restrictions on them, making both the guns and the ammunition expensive and difficult to obtain (to the point where they're quite often illegal to have when you're not a soldier on active duty). Even so, all guns are single action, not double action/automatic. these are the different kinds of firearms:

- Revolver: The classic six-bullet firearm, revolvers are the most common and popular firearm.
- Pocket Pistol (Derringer Style): A very small two-bullet gun, Pocket Pistols are used for self-defense or assassinations as their small size makes them easy to conceal.
- Coachgun: A double-barrelled shotgun, Coachgun pack a massive punch at close range, but don't fare well in long-range combat.
- Marksman Rifle: A single-bullet rifle that often comes with a scope, these weapons are perfect for picking off targets from a distance.
- Repeater Rifle: An expensive weapon that can carry seven bullets. The Repeater Rifle can be fired quite rapidly, but when shooting more slowly is quite accurate

Due to the difficult-to-obtain nature of Firearms, older weapons are still very common and very popular. Melee weapons like swords and axes and such, and ranged weapons like bows and slings and similar weapons make up the bulk of what people arm themselves with.

Magic, of course, also exists. Learning magic is possible for most people (except those who are born with a strange immunity to magic), but without proper teachers it can take months or even years. Magic comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Casting magic drains one's energy, meaning that if you cast too much of it you can can run out of energy and thus fall asleep/lose consciousness.

The immunity to magic mentioned above is a strange trait more and more people are being born with. It makes the person unable to cast magic, but also makes them immune to things like curses and direct Magic Attacks. It doesn't, however, protect them from things like magically-created fire or magically-launched projectiles and similar things.

[User]
Fairy

Kura grins happily, accepting the cookie and munching on it. She would always accept cookies. Always. No exceptions. While eating, she began to talk again, although her speech was less than coherent, what with half a cookie stuffed into her mouth.

After a moment, she realizes she can't talk good with cookie in her mouth, and swallows, then blinks a couple times, before breaking into a coughing fit, and wiping off her mouth afterwards. "Gahhh... daddy always said I should eat slower..." In a quick change of pace, she grins "But yeah you could probably recognize her pretty easily!" Kura leans in with a smile "She sorta looks a lot like me!"

[Assistant]
The man nods as Karter begins to leave. "Alright, I wish you the best of luck, whatever it is you might seek to do here." He says as Karter walks away.

Swallowing the stone is easier than expected, it's more like gulping down some hard candy instead of a small stone. As he does so, Karter feels a strange sensation, almost like drinking a warm drink on a cold day. Perhaps a side-effect of the stone?

Whatever the case, besides this there is no noticeable effect of consuming the stone. At least, not yet.

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The girl begins to grin as Ahnciel begins to talk, though the girl's grin fades as she is asked to reveal not only her name, but also whether or not she knew something about 'Agartha'.

"You know it's rude to ask people for their name before introducing yourself, right?" She answers, frowning. "As for Agartha, it's the name of one of the many mines around town, it's a Gold Mine"

The girl sighs, and shrugs. "But that's all I can tell you, at least for now. Maybe if you tell me your name I'll tell you more..." She says, her voice trailing off as she glances at something behind Ahnciel.

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Whiteleaf smiles as Kura happily eats her cookie, before frowning as Kura reveals what the other person looks like. "They look like you... are they your sister or something?"

Seemingly lost in thought for a moment, the girl looks around as if expecting to see the person in question nearby. "I can't recall having seen anyone like you before... do you know roughly where she is? I could help you search..."

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The rain, meanwhile, begins to die down again. The thunderstorm moves away and becomes more distant, as the rainstorm is slowly replaced with a light drizzle. Not long afterwards, the clock tower's bell begins to toll again - twelve times total, signalling noon.

[User]
Ahnciel slowly crossed his arms as the girl proceeded to tell them nothing other than how it was rude not to introduce themselves. This was an odd assertion coming from someone who may very well spend their time staring at strangers on a regular basis for all the knight knew, but they figured they may as well play along. Some bemused extant notion quickly grew suspicious of the girl who Ahnciel unfairly judged without knowing anything about them, suspecting this whole diversion to be a sort of aim at the contents of their pockets. Wouldn't they be disappointed.

"I am Paladin Ahnciel Kassadin ouf Ispar ehn yes, as you somehow already know, zehr vahz quite recently a grizzly murder at zeht inn...one vhich I haf taken upon myself to investigate," Ahnciel flatly explained, embellishing the claim of being a paladin, though they were simply trying out titles to see which one stuck, and with the emphasis and resolved chirp of the word so comfortably rolling off the tongue, they were almost convinced, themselves, of such a claim. "Zehr vahz a peculiar scrawlink of zee verd 'Agartha' outside ouf my room ehn eit vahz my intention to investigate eit's significance" Ahnciel continued, laying out their hand as they lifted their head enough for the dark grim of the rainy day's hazy sunlight to catch the shine of seriousness in their eyes.

"A man's innocence may require my haste, ehn 'maybes' vill hardly suffice," A coldness in their voice hinted to the sharp reality of Ahnciel's actual interest, not even bothering to look behind themselves. "Paerdon, my sternness iz hardly becomink, but you vill haf to understand me vehn I say zeht I haf found myself to be quite busy, today," Ahnciel sighs after a moment, lowering their head to the toll of the bells signifying half of the day having came and went.

It was not entirely that Ahnciel did not pick up on the cue, but crushing paranoia played the scene out in usually one of two ways. In the books, the hero turns around just in time to be clobbered by an astonishingly quiet foe. Alternatively, turning around gives the roguish observer just enough time to make a break for it, getting a head start absconding with the information the hero was intending to pry from them.
However, Ahnciel imagined themselves bafflingly clever by calling the girl's bluff as well as at least not seeming so dense by turning around to provide an incoming fist or club the luxury of a confused, dumpy expression.

Instead, Ahnciel reached up to tip their hood back down, offering a "Stay warm, staring stranger" before turning on their heels to walk back in the direction they came. Ideally, this would be the point where the girl would try to get his attention to aid in the vindication of a knight's honor or disappear like their types do in the books.
At the absolute least, Ahnciel would look like a total badass for about as long as it would take for the cheapshot to connect.

[Assistant]
Fairy
Karter wanders around aimlessly around, no particular place to be. With the strange warm feeling, presumably from the stone, combined with the rain clearing up, he's starting to feel quite a bit better.

[User]
@Prima Luce

Boris

 Gosh! The Trios guards sure were nice to Boris. Boris had never met guards so very allowing before. Normally they were a little mean and sometimes even maybe made fun of Boris, but not these ones, not at all.

Boris was smiling wide as he made his way through the Guards Barracks and into the Processing room. There, he saw the armor on the racks above the crate. He recognized that armor right away, it belonged to the Tin Man Boris had met earlier. The Tin Man hadn't actually provided Boris a name at that time, so Boris figured he might as well just keep calling him the Tin Man, since he looked a lot like one. For a moment, Boris just stood and stared at the armor, wondering what the Tin Man might have done wrong to get himself locked up. He chuckled for a second or two, imagining the Tin Man stealing a cookie or something like that. After his little laugh, he used his keys to open the door to the cell block.

He pushed the key chain away into his trouser pant pocket, still holding an amused smile on his face as he strode down the walkway between cells. That was until he found two prisoners in two neighboring cells. One of them must have been the Tin Man, the Other one must have been Ovarin.... or… wait…. Maybe the Tin Man was Ovarin, Boris couldn't discount that possibility. But that probably wasn't true, and for the sake of making things easier for himself, Boris decided that believing the Tin Man and Ovarin were two different people helped a lot. Still, he had no idea what the Tin Man looked like without his armor on.

For a while, Boris stood at the point where the two cells met, looking back and forth at the two prisoners, biting his lip while thinking, trying really hard to decide which one was Ovarin and which one was the Tin Man. He would have just asked straight away, but prisoners aren't very nice people, that's why they're in jail, and Boris knew that maybe they could lie to him. Really though, Boris knew that finding out which of the prisoners was the Tin Man would be the best idea to start, because that would mean the other man was Ovarin. Well, probably anyway.

Fortunately, Boris knew a little magic trick a young boy taught him a couple of years before. It sure was a good trick, and it hadn't failed Boris yet. So, taking turns pointing at one prisoner then the other with each word of the spell, he started the magic chant:

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a Dragon by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny… moe."

Boris's finger was pointing at Kaldalis with the final word of the chant, which was when the smile finally left his face, replaced by an expression of a very serious nature while he asked Kaldalis the question:

"Are you the Tin Man? I bet you are, my magic spell never lies."

[Assistant]
Fairy

Kura smiles and gives a happy nod to Whiteleaf "Yep! She's been here for a little while, should be inside some building or something..."

[User]
The girl smiles as Ahnciel introduces herself, seemingly unconcerned with Ahnciel's title as Paladin as she listens to Ahnciel talk on.

Her smile fades, however, as Ahnciel turns around and bids farewell.

"Leaving so soon? The conversation was just getting started..." The girl asks, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around then. Do try not to anger the crows."

Heading back in the direction from where they came leads her back towards the Inn once, though with the rain dying out the streets are slowly getting more crowded as people emerge from wherever they were hiding from the rain.

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As Karter wanders aimlessly down the streets, a shiver goes down his spine. That's weird.

What's likely weirder however is the large amount of crows looking down on Karter as he walks down an empty street with nobody else in sight.

Then, footsteps, coming from behind him. Is someone following him? Or is it just someone else walking down the road. Whichever the case, they don't appear to be getting any closer.

Up ahead, the road forks into two directions. Taking the right road leads into a darker alley, while taking the left road would lead Karter down a road with more crows.

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"Inside a building huh? Well, let's get to searching then!" Whiteleaf says happily as she jumps off the cart, landing on the ground next to Kura as the cart she was on sinks into the ground, leaving not a trace of it ever having been there, nor does the road seem damaged in the slightest. Weird, that.

"So, what's your name? And what's your sister's name? That would help with finding her." She says cheerfully as she offers another cookie to Kura.


[System]
Age: first meeting (as kids): 9 (108) Second meeting (as teenagers): 18 (216) Third meeting (as young adults): 26 (312)

Personality: Jovian Sabinus has a nice smooth vibe to the way he is. He is a calm man. He takes everything with ease. He treats everyone kindly, unless they show him that he shouldn't. Even though he is a nice gentle man, he doesn't go out of his way to be a good samaritan.

Abilities: Can shoot the bow, average skill. Expert swordsman.

[User]
Markos watched as everyone started having their fill of food and started digging in. He listened to Theodemar as he spoke to Jovian. "It's okay. I think my father is really good and fast." He said as he quickly took a bite of food and started eating it. He listened to Rimeth make a comment of swords. He was about to say something before his parents had stepped in. Then watched her parents scold her. He took another fast bite of food and heard her apologize. "It's okay I guess." He grabbed a little bit of chicken and ate it.

"So what does Rimeth do with her spare time?" Markos asked as things calmed down a little bit. He took another bite of food after his question looking at the couple waiting for a response. "I'm curious as well." Eva added in. She had been quiet for most of the day. She wasn't a very talkative woman, one of the reason Markos adored her. She kept to her own, and her actions spoke louder than her words. Markos looked over at her and gave a smile before he ate another piece of food.

[Assistant]
Theodemar smiled and Rimeth looked at Jovian's parents. ''Amnestria and the servants try to teach her how to embroidery and sow but.. She rather plays outside and run trough the woods'' Theodemar said. Rimeth nodded with a bright smile. ''When I am older,I am gonna learn to track and shoot arrows from a bow'' the girl said. ''She has my free spirit.. Somehow Sylvar took more after his mother and Rimeth after me'' Theodemar said and shrugged. He took some chicken and also laid some on Rimeth's plate.

Rimeth ate quietly and looked at Jovian from time to time. ''Would you like to go on a adventure after we ate?'' she asked and smiled brightly. Theodemar knew very well what that meant and looked at his daughter. ''Rimeth.. You promised your mother not to go on adventures this week'' he said. Rimeth sighed and looked down. ''I am sorry..'' she said. Theodemar looked at Markos and smiled. ''To her, a adventure means going into the woods and try to lose the guard as fast as she can and come home with thorn or dirty clothes.. We are not against it but sometimes she just needs to calm down'' he said.

[User]
"I shoot the bow too!" Jovian said excitedly and smiling. He listened to her father talk and kept eating. He looked up at her when he was asked to go on an adventure. His mouth came open but closed it when her father said something. He took a bite of fruit and watched them talk.

Markos laughed as Theodemar explained to him about her 'adventures'. "She does sound like a free spirit, which isn't always so bad. Harder to manage though." He took a bite of food. After he finished chewing he said, "Jovian is somewhat tame, like his mother." He wiped his fingers on a cloth napkin.

"He's a good boy." Eva added in pushing her plate closer to the center of the table showing she was done eating. Jovian smiled as she said that and took a bite of bread. Eva smiled back at him and took a sip of wine looking over at Markos. Markos looked back at her and smiled at her briefly.

[Assistant]
Theodemar smiled, after finishing the chicken, he pushed his plate to the center and took a sip of his own wine and looked at Rimeth. Rimeth looked at Jovian with a smile. ''Do you wanna teach me?'' she asked. The young girl ate her bits of chicken and then took the napkin and cleaned her hands and her mouth. Then with two hands she carefully took her cub and drank some from the water she had gotten and smiled. ''This water tastes really good!'' she said with a bright smile and looked at her father, and then at Markos and Eva.

''A free spirit is indeed not a bad thing.. Though I do hope she will be more tame when she grows up'' Theodemar said honest and looked at Rimeth who pushed her plate slowly some more to the center of the table. ''Daddy? Can I leave the table?'' she asked. Theodemar shook his head. ''You can when Jovian can'' he said.

[User]
"Yeah I can try. I'm not very good yet. I'm a lot better with the sword." He said shrugging. Jovian finished his food as well, taking a sip of water and standing up. "Father may I be excused?" He asked. Markos nodded. "Don't go far." He said and gave Jovian a look to let him know he was being serious. "Yes father." He said turning towards Rimeth

"Let's go!" He said happily motioning her to follow him. Eva watched him. She basically glowed. It was their first child and Eva was satisfied with her son. She loved being a mother. Markos looked over at Eva. Seeing her happy made him smile.

[Assistant]
Rimeth looked at her father when Jovian told her to come, Theodemar smiled and nodded. ''Rimeth..?'' he said when the young girl was about to run off. ''Yes daddy?'' she asked and looked at her father. ''Listen to Jovian okay? He is gonna be in charge, he knows the surrounding better'' he said. Rimeth nodded. ''I'll be a good girl'' she said and then ran of to Jovian with a smile.

''I can't wait to start the lesson'' she said with a big smile, her blond hair was made in a bun and she looked at him with curiosity. The blue eyes that she had when she was born, had changed to a different more intense green color and she looked at the other elf with those, her eyes filled with questions and dreams.

[User]
Markos sat up from his chair signaling the servants to come clean up the table. "Would you both kindly follow me outside to the pavilion?" He asked rhetorically. "We might as well visit a little bit and let the young ones warm up to each other for a little while." He said as he moved over and opened the door. A pathway led to the pavilion in the vicinity of where Jovian and Rimeth went to play.

Jovian smiled, "Follow me really quick." He said as he ran to a spot where his bow laid. There was 3 of them. One of them of was a bow made for adult. The pull was too strong for Jovian to use. He picked up one of the bows and handed it to Rimeth. "Here." He said. He grabbed his and took some of the practice arrows that laid there. "Let's go!" He said smiling happily running over to a nearby hay-bale with a target on it. "Okay all you have to do is this." He said as he showed her knocking his arrow on his bow string. "My dad says to point the bow towards the target. Don't point it at me." He said carefully.

[Assistant]
Theodemar followed Markos and his wife and smiled when he saw their children. ''That is a good idea Markos'' he said and sat down on one of the chairs looking at Rimeth and Jovian from a distance. He smiled as he saw how Jovian showed Rimeth how to put a arrow on the bow.

Rimeth followed Jovian and when he handed her the bow, she smiled and her eyes started to twinkle a little. ''It's pretty'' she said and then quickly ran after Jovian to see what he did. She followed his instructions and held the arrow pointed to the ground as she tried to place it in the bow. It was more difficult that she thought and it kept falling from the bow. ''This.. is.. hard..'' She mumbled she looked at Jovian and smiled, she kept trying and was too stubborn to ask for his help. After a time span of at least ten minutes, it finally worked out well for the blond girl and she got the arrow on the bow. ''There..'' she said, still a little proud of herself and she looked at him, she was at least a head smaller than him and this made her look up at him. ''What is the next step?'' she asked with a big smile.

[User]
Markos sat beside Theodemar. "I don't see your daughter growing up to be a weak, lady-like woman." He said watching her as she struggled to knock her bow. "She seems willful and strong. I think it'd be good for Jovian to have someone like that, especially if we don't know what the future holds for our children. War could breakout." He finished as he scratched his beard, clearly thinking about the future.

Jovian laughed as she struggled. "I was like that too." He said. "Okay the next step is to aim down the arrow and look at your target." He said as he showed her. "My dad is a good teacher." He added in, while concentrating on the target. "When you feel ready, you let go the arrow!" He almost shouted. The arrow released and whizzed through the air. Smacking the outside of the target. "Aw. I'm not the best." He said ashamed hanging his head, then looking at her. "Now it's your turn." He smiled.

[Assistant]
Theodemar nodded with a proud smile. ''You are right, she sure will challenge him a lot, but so will he towards her and that is good. They will most likely become a couple to be feared for the strong bond they will get trough the years.. At least I hope they will'' he said and thought back on how he and Amnestria got together. It was kind of like this just, they were older and knew from the start they would marry. ''Of course we do not hope for a war but indeed, it could come to that'' he said.

Rimeth looked at Jovian and listened. ''You are a good teacher too''She said when he said his father was a good teacher. She saw how he aimed and copied him, then waited for his explanation and saw how he shot his arrow. When he pulled himself down a little she frowned, she let her bow fall on the ground. She gave him a little slap on his arm. ''Don't do that!'' she said and looked at him, still with a frown. ''You did great, and are still learning'' she said. Then, as if she suddenly remembered to be good, she laid her hand on his arm and smiled. ''Sorry.. But.. You must be proud of yourself that you can do that already'' she said and then picked up her bow, she had to redo her arrow which, even though it still took a little time, went in faster.

The younger girl aimed for the target and took a deep breath, she had one eye closed and when she slowly opened it, she let go of the arrow. She looked as the arrow whistled trough the air and hit the second ring of the target. Rimeth smiled bright and looked at Jovian. ''That was thanks to you.. You are a great teacher'' she said and gave the boy a hug.

[User]
Markos turned around and walked to the table and sat down facing the children. He signaled a servant over. "Get some wine." The servant bowed and walked away. "I'm having the blacksmith's of Vinebal making weapons and armor. We'll have a surplus if it ever comes to a war." He said focused. "My boy will be capable to defend himself if the time ever comes… I'll make sure of that." His hand gripped the side of his chair as he spoke. He was a man of preparation. "The humans in Coreno are beginning to hate anything that's not them. I'm worried for your safety as well. Your city Vellone is closer to them than we are." He paused for a moment looking at Theodemar. "You'll always find a safe place here. Don't hesitate to contact my family." He gave a slight nod of respect and looked back at the children, waiting for the wine to come.

Jovian watched her shot. He grew a little jealous of her, but nothing devious. "Wow. I can't believe you did that. Maybe you just are good at it." He said with a smile. "You did everything I showed you with the first try. That was really good." He smiled as she gave him a hug. "So try again." He urged her. He was excited for her.

[Assistant]
Theodemar nodded and he had been hiding his worry. ''I don't like the idea of my wife and son being so close to Coreno...
The Onorine elves are different than most of us, they seem to try very hard to have a good bond with the humans but it is weird''  he said and looked at Rimeth shooting the arrow. He smiled a little proud and then looked at Markos. ''If we have to flee our estate, I'll send my wife and Rimeth first.. Sylvar might join them but I will do what I can to save my city.. You would do the same and I thank you for your reassurance'' he said with a faint smile.

Rimeth looked at Jovian and nodded, she took a new arrow and placed it into the bow, a little struggle just like the second time and once she managed to put it in the bow she looked at him. ''Jovian?'' she asked, she aimed and waited with firing the shot. She looked at the older boy. ''My older brother told me why I was going here.. Is it true? Will we marry when we are older?'' she asked and she then lowered her bow and looked at him with a lot of curiosity in her green eyes.

[User]
"Of course. It is no problem for me." Markos nodded back to him. It wasn't fun to think about for either of them, but as rulers and leaders, they had to deal with actions of others. For Markos it was much better to be over prepared than under prepared. He watched the children talk and wonder what they were saying. What did two children have to say to each other he wondered. It had been so long since he was a child.

Jovian ears perked up when Rimeth said his name. He looked over to her listening. "Yes, it's true. It's weird to think about. My dad said we have to marry each other, there is no choice." He paused for a second and shrugged, "I guess we can play a lot together." He said and smiled. "Why what do you think?" He asked curiously.


[System]
Age: 19

Sex: Male

Appearance: Homer is average size about 5'10 and 150 lbs. He is not very athletic, but he is not terribly out of shape either. He wears a black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans with grey tennis shoes. He has short black hair and grey eyes that are covered by a pair of glasses.

Personality: Homer is a bit of an introvert, he's happy spending time alone and reading or writing. That said, he does enjoy the company of his friends and even if he doesn't always take part in conversations he is always listening and willing to give his view. Homer has trouble making decisions and dislikes being pressured, he is more than happy to let someone else lead and follow them. Homer also hates to leave something unfinished and believes that if he makes a promise to someone he has to keep it.

Flame color: Yellow

[User]
Mitch hesitated for a moment before he set down his drink. He smiled and patted Homer's shoulder and took the dishtowel from him, meanwhile Sav made a quick exit saying something about not needing any help. _Why do I get the feeling I was just used as a distraction_ Homer thought. **"Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing."** Mitch said as he put the ice on the bruise and picked up his drink.

Homer looked around awkwardly trying to think of something to say. Mitch wasn't a very good liar, but did Homer really have the right to call him out on it? He still hadn't told anyone that his aunt had thrown him out the house, and he wasn't really planning to do that any time soon.

Fortunately, a loud thud and some cursing from Myles gave them both a distraction. **"I think we're needed."** Mitch whispered and walked towards Sav's room to see what happened. Homer followed after his friend, shaking his head. "Can't we have one party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?" he asked.

Homer was still worried about Mitch, the bruise might have been no big deal, but he did know that he and Daniel had broken up recently. And Daniel didn't have the best temper. "Hey, Mitch you do know you can talk to us though. If something's bothering you I mean."

[Assistant]
Abigail paled as Miriam whispered in her ear. Kiss Mercy? But she didn't see her in *that* way! And now Myles was making kissy noises, which definitely wasn't helping. Then again, she'd hoped for something fun, hadn't she?

Sav entered at that moment and Abigail sighed in relief. She had food; maybe she could prepare herself while the others were distracted. She was tossing snacks to them now, and Abigail was just about to grab a packet of crackers when Sav tossed a beer can at Myles. Before she could call out a warning to him, it hit him square in the face. Just before he slumped to the floor, she glimpsed blood on his nose and her eyes widened.

*"THAT HURT SAV"* Myles yelled as he flailed while holding his nose, which caused him to roll all the way under the bed, hitting his head on the bed frame with a loud *thunk*. Abigail winced. That had to hurt.

She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the bed, peering under it. It was nearly pitch-black there; she wasn't sure exactly where he was.

"Myles?" She called out. "Are you okay?"

[User]
*"Can't we have party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?"* Homer asked.

Mitch laughed, gesturing to the room, where commotion was starting to stir. "Do you know who you're talking about?" he chuckled.

Homer's next comment made Mitch turn just as he was about to enter the room. He gave a little half smile. "I know, don't worry." It made him feel better that his friend was so concerned, and he didn't intend to keep his bad relationship with Daniel a secret forever (besides, they could probably guess) but he didn't want to ruin the party by making it about him. This was about getting together after a while apart, laughing at Myles, and basically acting like the teenagers they had been so recently before.

This in mind, Mitch returned to his spot by the dresser, however didn't sit. Instead, he put his drink and the makeshift ice pack on the dresser and knelt down to try and get a look under the bed from there, since Abigail had taken her spot by the bed. Turning his head almost upside down to look, he couldn't see anything; however, knowing that Myles could probably see him, he laughed and commented, "Smooth move, ladykiller." He had to wonder exactly *how* Myles managed to get under there, but maybe the slightly dented beer can on the floor nearby had a part in it.

Either way, Mitch righted himself and sat back against the dresser, looking to Miriam. She looked like she was having too much fun to be up to anything good. He hadn't been able to hear the dare she'd assigned Abigail, but he had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. He didn't mention it, but gave her a mockingly accusatory look, struggling to keep a straight face in the midst of all the ridiculous things going on. What a way to lighten the mood.

[Assistant]
As the others stooped to check under the bed to see if Myles was all right, Sav was busy stifling a scream in her hands. _I killed him_, she thought as she remembered the blood, _I smashed his nose up into his brain or something oh my GOD I killed him_. She'd have to call an ambulance or something, right? Right? The others seemed completely alright with what just happened- chalking it up to just another one of Myles' drunken antics and making a joke of the whole situation- but had they seen the _blood_?

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-" she whispered, completely sobered up at this point from her fear and worry. As the others called out to him and they received no reply she couldn't help but become frantic. Tears sprung to her eyes as she sat down on the bed, she tried to rub them away as she called out to him,

"Myles? Myles are you alright?" A part of her half expected him to jump out and laugh at her, to make a joke out of it like he normally would. Her ankles felt so cold all of a sudden, she realized, was there a draft coming in from somewhere? She dropped down beside the bed and looked down into the darkness off it- which was odd since her bed wasn't set up against a wall for it to be that dark.

"Myles if this is a _joke_." She said, her voice warbling with another threat of tears. A moth fluttered up past her hand as she reached under to see if she could pull him out. Something touched her back and she poked her head completely under the bed,

"My-" Something grabbed her face. In fact- something grabbed her whole head in its palm and dragged her under the bed. Too shocked to scream she was dragged so quickly that all that was left behind were her house slippers- their design similar to that of royal court fool's shoes.

Before the others could even react a sort of vacuum affect began to happen in the room- all of them were dragged by some unseen force under the bed, the darkness of which seemed to spread, gapping and groaning as if it were a living thing.

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Myles sat, crouched against the dark soil. His knees were drawn up to his chin, and he rocked back and forth incessantly. It had been two hours. His nose was still bleeding, and he had landed on a rock during his fall. A long, dark gash was apparent on his brow to his cheek. If it was just part of his genie getup then maybe he would've found it cool. But it was real. And it hurt. His eye was even swollen shut.

The weird thing was, he wasn't cold.. or warm. He couldn't feel anything. It was unnerving. He definitely knew he wasn't anywhere on earth-- at least nothing he's heard about or seen. Especially, well, given there was a _FUCKING FLOATING, SPINNING, GIANT HOURGLASS IN THE SKY._
He shivered, just out of habit, and his blue eye, the working one, narrowed. He could hear something, just faintly...

_huuuushh little baby, don't say a woooord.._

Myles visibly stiffened, and his head turned slowly towards the noise. He could make out a group of animalistic figures, but that was it.

_mama's gonna buy you a mocking biiirdddd_

Myles hugged himself tighter, eyes nervously shifting away and back again to the figures. He leaned forward, attempting to see them in the light somehow cast by the giant hourglass.

_and if that mocking bird don't sinnggggg.._

The song shifted chords dangerously, and Myles decided it would be better if he dragged himself over a gnarled bush. He didn't want to get caught by whoever sung that song. Thankfully, they looked like they hadn't noticed him yet. He sighed with relief, seeing as they were only sheep. Their wool looked so soft, so inviting. Myles absentmindedly outstretched his hand to one that passed by. Surprisingly, it didn't bray in alarm, it only turned to look at him.

_mama's gonna kill the damn thing.._

It had a face.

It had a _human_ face.

Myles surpressed the scream bubbling up in his throat. His hands, scratched and bloodied, clasped over his mouth in horror. His chest heaved, and he felt his heart was going to beat out of his chest. The sheep-- no, it wasn't a sheep. Continued to look at him with a blank, staring expression. It was so eerie, Myles felt tears welling up in his eyes, and his body was wracked with a mangled sob.

**"Who's there?"** The singing had stopped abruptly, and the question was met with silence. The owner of the voice, a small girl, shrugged, and tapped her terrifying herd of human-faced-sheep along, and whistled the tune instead.

Myles took the chance, crawling from his hiding spot, still heavily breathing. The girl appeared normal, except for her dress which was a twisted version of lil bo peep or something. But that hadn't really bothered him, he noticed his own outfit had also had a dark appearance to it now. All patchwork and darkened colors.

"M-miss..." His voice struggled out, a rasp, and the girl let out a surprised "ah!" at his sudden appearance.

"Oh my golly gosh! What happened to you mister? You fall from a tree?" The girl was plain, straw-blonde hair, dull brown eyes. Her skin looked pallid, and Myles thought if maybe they had been in a different place she would appear pretty. She nonchalantly stroked one of her wards, a sheep that nuzzled her hand. It still with an indifferent, unblinking expression.

Myles pointedly didn't look at them. "Sort of. Do you know where I am? And where my friends are?"

The girl let out a shrieking laugh, causing Myles to flinch back. She wiped an invisible tear from her eye. "Ohh that was funny. Pretending you don't know where you are. I'unno about your friends though, fella." She patted the sheep then nudged it along with her staff.

"Please.. I.. really don't know. I don't think I'm from around here."

The girl's eyes widened. "Gee, you must've hit your head hard falling from a tree. You're in the Maire." Her face softened then, and she looked him up and down. "You know, you don't look so good. How about I bring you back to my place and I'll fix you right up. Okay?"

"O-okay.."

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Homer was about to go to the bed with the others to drag Myles out, but he paused. It didn't take three people to get one intoxicated friend out from under a bed, and to be honest they had gotten him out from stranger places before. Homer decided it would be better if he just went to get the first aid kit, but before he could leave he saw Sav being dragged under the bed as well.

For a brief moment, Homer thought it was Myles playing a joke on her. That moment ended however, when it felt like the floor gave out and they were all dragged under the bed.

After that, Homer wasn't sure what happened. He was falling, twisting, and tumbling through the air, but it was… wrong somehow. They hadn't simply fallen through the apartment floor, and everything was black all around them. He could barely make out his friends falling with him. He thought he heard screaming, but he couldn't even tell if he was doing or if it was the others. Although, if he had to guess he would probably say both.

While he was still trying to wrap his head around everything that was happening, he caught a glimpse of the ground while he was flipping through the air. Not a good enough look to tell where he was, but good enough to know that he would hit it soon. _Crap_, he thought. _This is not going to end well_. Then he hit the ground.


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Home Universe/Name of Franchise:  Mass Effect.
Ship Class: Cruiser
Role: a cruiser, it's basically the frontline fighter of space combat.
Physical Description/Image:
Physical Size (roughly):707 Meters
Armament/Complement (roughly):
* Kinetic Barriers
* Ablative Armor
* 3 tubes of Disruptor torpedos.
* 2 tubes of Javelin Torpedos
* Standard FTL drive
* 6 GARDIAN class anti-fighter, anti missile turrets
* Heat dispersal units.
* 1 bow mounted Kinetic accelerator. This is used in the opening of combat, fulfilling a very much long distance role. After all Isaac Newton is the deadliest mother fucker in space.
* 60x Broadside Kinetic accelerator 15 for it's 2 decks, starboard, and portside.
* Standard Sensors
* Standard military grade thrusters

History of the Ship:The Glasgow is a York-class cruiser. One of the largest cruisers in the Systems Alliance Navy. 5 decks in total. 1 Officers deck, 2 gun decks, engineering deck, and a hangar/storage deck. The top most gun deck also serves as the command deck, and both gun decks have crew quarters. The Glasgow was handed to one Captain Travis Elliot shortly before the Battle of the Citadel, and attached to fifth fleet. The Cruiser had barely been out of dry dock, before it was thrust into combat. They received a call from a system alliance commander, turned spectre for aid in citadel space. The fearsome geth were being led by a spectre turned traitor named Saren. So the fifth fleet was sent through the relays into the battle of the citadel.

The crew were put through their trial of fire, helping engage geth ships, even landing a couple. But the order came in, the fifth fleet was to protect The Destiny Ascension, where the council of the Citadel were currently aboard. This cost them a third of fifth fleet, and Travis Elliot many friends. But in the end, The council was saved. Paving way for humanity to enter the council of citadel space. But this left a bitter taste in some of the members of fifth fleet, who saw the loss of life as nothing more than political maneuvering.

After the battle of The Citadel. The Glasgow, and the fifth fleet ended up getting a few peaceful moments when they were set to guard against Batarian slavers, and their raids on systems alliance planets. But it didn't take long for the Batarians to go oddly silent, and the raids to mysteriously cease. A couple months later they found their answer. A new threat, The Reapers. A species of sentient AI had come to wipe them out. All of the fleets humanity had to offer tried to slow them down, but ultimately once they reached the sol system they were forced onto the run. The Fifth Fleet was scattered to the wind in a hostile galaxy. Hit, and run attacks worked well against The Reapers, but they were too strong. They were losing.

The crew of The Glasgow were tired, they had been pushed to their limits, and they were lost. But then the order came. "Take back Earth." So they hopped aboard the closest relay, and joined onto The battle of Earth. Travis had never seen so many ships in his life. Every race in the galaxy was there to help retake Earth, but still The Reapers were heavily favored in this battle. They were just there to stall so The Crucible, a secret weapon designed to take on The Reapers could fire. It was here the crew of The Glasgow proved their worth, helping screen shuttles to enter the planet, and even deploying their own ground compliment. Holding off The Reapers, with the aid of a sister ship.

The battle for Earth was one of the most intense battles the crew had ever been in, and The Glasgow did sustain damages during it. With multiple hull breaches they couldn't hold out much longer, and they thought it was the end. Their one hope had gone radio silent, the ground crews were reporting heavy casualties, the fleets were reporting heavy damages, or casualties. Then it happened. The crucible fired, and a pulse swept through the battlefield The Reapers just stopped fighting, and the relay's went dark. Leaving The Battlefield eerily quiet for a few moments. Then the cheers came, and it echoed so loudly through the communications systems that the crew were sure they'd go deaf. But shortly after the celebration, the reality sunk in. Billions dead, multiple ships lost, millions of military personnel lost, and to top it all of The Relay's went dark. They were now isolated.

It's been two years since The Battle of Earth. The other species tried to do what they could to get back home mostly opting for using their FTL drives. While the Systems Alliance worked on rebuilding Earth, and eventually even got the Relay's running again. Three ships were chosen at random to enter the Relay to see if they worked as they used to, to go restore order and peace to the the human systems around them, and search for the council. The Glasgow is one of the three, sent because The Systems Alliance isn't sure if The Reapers are still waiting for them out there, and The Glasgow is more than happy to go.
Notable Crew:
* Captain Travis Elliot:  Travis Elliot is a former Alliance marine, turned naval officer because of a combat injury. He is an exemplary officer, who cares for the lives of his crew more than his own. He'd do anything to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing his pride, and joy The Glasgow. Also considered a competent officer in his own right. Keeping the crews spirits high after first contact with The Reapers.
* Major Adrian Laskey:  Out of Armor.
 Armored. Adrian Laskey has been aboard The Glasgow since it first left dry dock serving as the commanding officer of the Marine detachment aboard the vessel. A veteran of many battles, a marine officer, and most importantly an efficient leader, and loyal to boot. He serves as Captain Elliot's voice, and is also the XO of The Glasgow.
* 1st LT Sarah Wilkes: Sarah Wilkes is in charge of the small detachment of N7 Special Forces operators on board The Glasgow. Attached to it for it's foray through the newly opened relays. A veteran of several classified missions, and was part of the ground forces left on Earth during The Reaper invasion. Using her biotic abilities, and extensive skills in combat to run guerrilla attacks against reaper held targets.

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology:Mass accelerator tech, mass effect generators, kinetic barriers for both ships, and infantry, element zero tech.
Crew Size:  515 (400 sailors, 100 marines, 15 N7 Operatives) Also carrying a compliment of 4 Mantes gunships, 10 Kodiak Shuttles 2 Mako IFV's Nicknamed The Jumping Bean, and The Fleabite respectively.
Faction/Operator/Owner: Human Systems Alliance

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As the lift doors suddenly opened, Jerus and the rest of the allied crew would stop to see a volley of dead clone marines lying everywhere on the bridge. Many were laying on the bridge walkway or near the windows of the ship, with some having fallen into the sunken pits, all either suffering from plasma beam wounds or broken bones. And there, standing in the middle of the walkway with her arm cannon pointed directly at the fallen admiral, was Samus Aran.

Once she noticed the doors open in the back, her gaze would pay attention to the new arrivals who entered the bridge.

The bounty hunter straightened her posture as she lowered her weapon and faced Jerus, who was now wielding an orange beam of plasma energy. It was a... unique choice of weaponry, especially for someone of his stature as a bounty hunter coming out of retirement. However, this wasn't much for her to be concerned about compared to the announcement she received on her comms some time ago.

"I suppose you have an escape plan ready?" Samus asked curiously, "It appears that your ship had demanded for us to return back. Unless your plan is to take the long way down by backtracking our way to the hangar, I'm afraid we might not make it in time. And I'm not carrying your precious admiral back down all by myself."

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Eri 'Moram - Aboard the Imperial Venator

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After going through the fight to take the lift to begin with, the ambush at the top did not feel as difficult. Even though the Imperials had superior positions for cover, they also seemed to have quite a few options to defend themselves. The Human from the Resurgence, by some means, could deflect incoming fire with his version of an energy sword, Eri had her hardlight shield, and the majority of her team had personal energy shielding. As well, the other Humans from the other ship had individuals that could put up strange violet energy barriers to protect them. Altogether, they had the capacity to push forward far more aggressively than any defense could have planned for.

Pushing into the bridge itself, they had been expecting even more of a fight, but found only a sea of corpses. Save for two. Eri recognized this one, however briefly, from the fighting near the hanger. This was the bounty hunter, who had apparently dealt with the entire bridge crew and captured the admiral.

Lowering her hardlight shield, Eri stepped out towards the bounty hunter and grunted as she glanced over the bodies. "Hmph, and here I thought you had ran away." She remarked. Frankly, though, part of her wondered how a single mercenary could have handled all of these foes alone. That would be a challenge even to Vael...

Regardless, there was no time for pointless discussion or speculation. The bounty hunter had asked how they intended to escape, and Eri was quick to answer. Quickly, she contacted her phantom. "Move to the front of the bridge, disengage active camouflage, and open the gravity lift. Hold at a safe distance until the breach is opened."

Now standing over the admiral alongside Samus, Eri looked towards the window at the end of the walkway. "We can blast a hole in that window and make the jump to the gravity lift of our phantom. It is the column of energy you see beneath the dropship; it will pull you up into the phantom. Assuming that suit of yours is sealed, we are all equipped for a vacuum. Except for him..." Eri explained, turning her gaze down towards the admiral and giving a low growl. "Hmm, but he'll live. Just make sure he does not try to hold his breath before he is exposed to the vacuum."

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Bridge of the Dawn

"Not quite that simple." Jerus walks over and hauls the admiral to his feet as he's looking at the orange armored mercenary disapprovingly. "That's not glass, that's transparisteel, combat grade. You'll have to blast it open with some high grade explosives. Hope you brought some."

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Eri 'Moram - Bridge of the Imperial Venator

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At almost the very instant that Jerus finished his sentence, an excited voice sounded out behind him. "Oh, me, me! I do! I DO!"

The Unggoy with the fuel rod gun on his back eagerly ran forward, pushing his way around the legs of the other Sangheili in his team to reach the middle of the room with Eri, Jerus, and Samus. With a simple nod from Eri, the Unggoy practically ran down the bridge's center walkway, and up to the window closest to the phantom. He pulled a fairly small device, about the size of one of the fuel rods his weapon used for ammunition, and attached it to the window. After a few button presses on the holographic controls, he just as excitedly ran back to the others.

Hearing the tone of the charge's timer, Eri gave a quick snarl as she looked down at the Unggoy. "Jarraj, what timer did you set on that charge?"

"Oh, ummm, ten seconds!" He answered.

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Eri was the first to suggest a way out from the bridge, noting specifically how their ships would blow the front bridge and pick them up from here. If Samus' gunship was operational, then it was a plan she too had in mind. She was about to respond when Jerus spoke up, while looking disapprovingly at the armored bounty hunter.

Samus considered utilizing her super missiles as potential candidates - considering they were stronger then her regular missiles - however she was considering on saving them up for later. But before she could mention this, one of Eri's troops - being a tiny armored alien - volunteered to do the job instead. He ran over to the edge and planted what should be an explosive device of some kind. She could hear the timer start to slowly tick down; with three seconds having passed before the alien warrior had to ask the obvious.

Six seconds.

Eight.

Without a word, Samus suddenly cocked towards her allies and proceeded to tackle them - Jerus, Eri, and the Admiral - towards the back of the ship as fast as she could.

"GET DOWN~!"

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Sarah Wilkes - Boarding Action

The ride up the lift, felt a little long for her liking. "Anyone in this universe ever hear of elevator music?" She joked, when nobody laughed she just took it contently to sitting there silently, when the doors sprung open. As they finally pressed into the bridge proper they found it cleared of enemies except the orange armored merc she had saw in the hangar, and what she could only assume was the commanding officer of the ship, how the merc could tell who was in charge with all these dull grey uniforms in the same room, Sarah would probably never know. Her ears perked up when they mentioned blowing out the window, and entering vacuum. Before she could even tell them to wait to prepare, one of the smaller creatures that came in with the alien, rushed forward setting an explosive on the window.

There was some shouting, and she was almost pushed off her feet by the larger armored mercenary. But somehow with about a second to spare Sarah managed to throw up a biotic dome around the room, the other two biotics with her adding into it. Not only did any shrapnel from the bridge bounce off of it, managing to make the dome flicker for a second, but it stabilized. O2 would be sealed in the dome, and as long as they weren't in it for long they had plenty of oxygen stored in it. She probably couldn't be heard over the sound of air escaping the bridge, so she mimed moving out of the window, and tried to mime her best for them to keep up with her as she stepped toward their exit hole, and into the inky blackness of space.


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Age: 20

Height: 5'4

Appearance:

Background: Lisa grew up on a farm with her two brothers and her parents. While her brothers spent their days out helping their father with the animals, Lisa would stay inside with her mother and learn how to cook, clean, and sew. Being from a poor family, she never got a proper education, much to her dismay. She was able to teach herself how to read and basic math, but that's it. Her family was very poor, having only enough money to barely scrape by. Her parents often prayed that one of their children would marry rich and finally be able to escape the reigns of poverty. They were shocked when Lisa revealed she wanted to go work as a servant. Her plan was to use the skills her mother taught her throughout her time as a servant and save her wages so that one day she will be able to go to a university and become a teacher some day.

Personality: Easily flustered, defensive, passionate, and hard working.

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Lisa listened to Studwick as he criticized her attire. "...Yes, there was time to slip on something dry. It would have been a fast change but it was possible." Her shoulders slumped a bit, realizing that she should have done what her mother and everybody else would have expected of her.

Yes, she was old enough to make her own decisions.

But at the same time, she should have known better.

It was only her third day away from her family and she already made a noticeable mistake. A faint blush painted her cheeks. She was embarrassed. "My sincerest apologies, Sir. I realize why you disapprove of my attire and I... I agree. You will never spot me looking so disorderly again." She tucked a loose lock of hair back behind her ear and glanced over at the door. It was perhaps rude of her to desire to leave the room, but she didn't want to bother him any longer. The sooner she could leave, the sooner they could both forget about this incident and move on.

"Listen, I know we have not gotten off on the best foot, but I just want you to know that I've meant everything I've said. Everything. And even though I look like this, even though I don't know a damn thing in this world besides what I managed to learn cooped up inside a dump, I value this opportunity to be here. Even looking around this one single room takes my breath away. One day, I want to be content. Fully, undeniably, one hundred percent content. This is my first step to achieving that goal." As Lisa went on that little tangent, the blush faded away from her face and she regained her confidence. She sighed. "..Pardon my language there, Sir. Will this be all?"

[Assistant]
Studwick figured at least she was honest with her answer. Having some integrity could go a long way.

"That sounds good to me Ms. Thorne." He said when she had explained that she wouldn't look disorderly again. He listened to her little spiel.

"That's good." He said nodding his head, "I'll give you a couple extra shillings if I see that you've done some hard work around the house every so often so you can get out of here quicker." He said giving her a small smile. He felt as if she wanted to leave quickly, when she had asked if that'll be all. He almost wanted to take back his generosity in that short amount of time.

He waved his hand when she had asked if this will be all, "Yes, get out of here. That is all." He said slightly disgruntled. 'Was she trying to dismiss herself?' He thought to himself looking down at his papers before he could see her reaction to anything.

"Right this way." Ralf said opening the door and leading her out of the room.

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After being dismissed, she curtsied again and strolled out of the room, giving Ralf a polite nod as he opened the door for her. She was relieved that the meeting was over. More than anything, she hoped she at least made a decent first impression. She knew that was unlikely, given how he spent ninety percent of the time criticizing her, but at least she didn't get fired. It would be wretched to get fired before even starting work.

Upon arriving back at her room, she saw somebody had stopped by and draped the uniform across her bed. Unsurprisingly, it was clean and ironed. Not one speck of dust or tiny wrinkle could be found on it. Seems like the other maids knew full well how nitpick-y their employer could be. Lisa trailed her fingers across the delicate material, admiring it. It looked exactly how she expected it to; the classic French style. It was one thing seeing others wear it, but this one was hers. She loved it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke, "Ah, I see you found the uniform."

Lisa jumped a bit at the sudden voice, but quickly calmed upon seeing it was just Agnes. "Oh, hello, you startled me for a moment there!" Lisa exclaimed teasingly, obviously not intending to make her feel bad. "Yes, it was hard to miss considering it was laying across my bed."

Agnes chuckled. "That is what you're required to wear while you work. While you're not working you are allowed to wear whatever you wish... within reason, of course. You are to be a simple house maid. In other words, you do whatever I or any other person in a position of authority asks you to do."

Lisa nodded understandably. "Very well, when shall I begin work?"

Agnes hummed. "If my memory serves me right, you are to start at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Report to me before starting anything. You have the rest of the day to unpack and explore the manor."

"Lovely! Thank you, Agnes," Lisa said. The elderly woman smiled in return then left Lisa alone to finish unpacking.

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After finishing a few papers Studwick got up from his desk. He walked out of his office in the living room. Ralf had come around the corner, knowing it was about the time he had always finished his work and came downstairs for a small break.

"Your scotch sir." He said sticking his hand letting Studwick grab it. "Thank you Ralf." He said, taking a sip of his and sitting down on his chair that had faced a fireplace.

"What'd you think of the new housemaid Ralf?" He asked looking at the fireless firepit, gliding his finger on the glass, cirlcing it.

"I don't quite yet know sir." He said turning the plate that had served the scoth glass to Studwick. "I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I find out." He said turning and walking out of the living room to return the plate back to the kitchen.

A few moments later he came back into the room. "What would you like to read today?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, pick something that sounds intriguing." Studwick said looking over to Ralf.

Ralf pointed his fingers at a few books until he found something. He grabbed it, and walked over to Studwick. "Here you are." Studwick grabbed the book and read the title. 'Emperors of Revolution'. Studwick nodded his head slightly in approval.

"Thank you Ralf. That'll be all for now." He said kicking his feet up onto the foot rest and taking another sip of scotch and setting it down on the end table beside him.

Ralf bowed slightly and walked out of the living room.

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Hours passed. Studwick had gotten his meal, and Lisa dined with all the other servants in the basement. Their meal wasn't half as good as his was, but it was something. They each had a little piece of steak (cooked but cold) and a slice of bread. Lisa's slice was stale, but she didn't say anything. She wondered if the other servant's bread was stale, too.

She met a couple other maids in particular named Eleanor and Margaret. They were twins who have been working for the Studwick family for about five years. They looked to be a couple years older than Lisa. The impression Lisa got was that they were a comedy duo. Eleanor had accidentally dropped her fork and Margaret called it out as a 'mis-steak' while motioning to her plate. Lisa smiled while the other servants laughed. Later, Margaret was talking about a time she milked a moody cow and Eleanor asked 'why were you milking yourself?' which made the other servants roar with laughter.

It was nearing ten o'clock. Only a few other servants remained awake. Lisa quietly strolled throughout the manor, memorizing where all the rooms were. After all, Agnes did tell her to explore. The young woman had changed into a new dress as soon as she finished unpacking. She also took the time to brush through her hair and braid it again. Even if it wasn't guaranteed she'd see Studwick again that day, she didn't want to risk him seeing her looking disorganized when she had promised to not be.

She stepped on what must have been a sore spot since the floor made a loud creaking noise. She bit her lip, hoping it didn't wake anyone up.

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Studwick was dozing off in his chair in front of the fire. The living room was his place he went to when he had some down time. Earlier that day he had worked hard so he could relax the rest of the day. He had went to the dining room when he had eaten his dinner.

It was just another night for him. He had a empty glass of scotch beside him. Studwick jumped awake after hearing a loud creak in the floor. He stood up, grabbing a knife that he had in his pocket. He always had one on him just in case. He knew he was rich and could always be a target to someone. Maybe it was his paranoia from the past.

"Who's there?" He quickly asked before being able to focus his eyes, holding the knife in his hand. Studwick usually dismisses Ralf before he goes to bed. He figured since he works so hard to keep him happy, he'd let him off easy.

There was no way that Studwick could rely on Ralf for the possible intruder.

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Lisa made a worried face, recognizing the voice. She lost track of what mistake number this was. Definitely not the first one. At least this one wasn't totally her fault. Solemnly, she followed where the voice came from and stepped into the dimly lit room. "It's just me, Sir," she spoke quietly and soothingly, not wanting to aggravate him or wake up anybody else. She saw he was holding up a knife, which made her heart race. However, she remained calm on the outside. Perhaps there was fear in her eyes, but with this amount of light and the distance between them he wouldn't be able to see it. She held up her empty hands to show that she hadn't taken anything, nor was she carrying a bag.

"Pardon me if that creak woke you, Sir. I was merely exploring the manner, trying to commit the location of every room to memory." She smiled a bit. "It really is a lovely house. Earlier I thought your study was breathtaking, but now I know that other rooms, such as the dining room, are so much more extravagant! Of course that doesn't alter how nice your study still is. I'm incredibly impressed with the..." Her voice trailed off. "...sorry, I'm starting to ramble." She stepped forward again so he could see her face more clearly.

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Studwick had calmed down after she had introduced herself. "It's fine." He said putting the knife down. "It is a good house." He stated looking around at the dark room lit by the dull fireplace light. "Now you see why I require your services here." He gave a faint smile.

"Now go get onto bed, you're going to have an early day tomorrow." He said starting walking toward her, passing her and gently touching the back of her shoulder blade. "Agnes will show you everything that needs to be done tomorrow." He said walking up the stairs by the living room.

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Lisa was genuinely surprised when he didn't insult her. Rather, he gave a tiny smile and told her to go to bed. "Oh- yes, Sir. I suppose it is getting late." She watched him as he passed by, once again surprised when he gently touched her back. She thanked heavens it was dark so he couldn't see her faint blush. "Goodnight, Sir," she said with a curtsy once he had started going up the steps.

As soon as he was out of sight, she made her way to her own chambers in the attic and retired for the night.

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Before the sun had even begun to rise, Lisa was up and running around her room, quickly getting ready for the day so she wouldn't be late. She had accidentally slept in later than she would have liked to. With the decreased time she had, she wouldn't be able to write a letter to her family or resew a torn hem on one of her dresses. Those would have to wait until she got of work for the day, and she had no clue when that would be. She slipped on the uniform, put her hair up in a neat bun, and quietly ran from her bedroom. Running down the steps, she was in such a frenzy she almost tripped multiple times. She ran into the servant's dining area in the basement, where Agnes was cleaning her dishes.

"Goodness child, you look like you just ran a mile. Hurry up and grab a bread roll. You may eat it as I explain today's duties to you," Agnes said, gesturing for Lisa to follow her. The young woman obeyed and grabbed a roll from a basket set out for the servants. There was also a small variety of fruit set out, but there was no time to eat any of that. Agnes grabbed a few things from a closet then led Lisa upstairs to the main corridor. "See this wooden floor? It was cleaned yesterday, but now it needs to be waxed." She handed Lisa a pair of gloves, container of wax, and a sponge. "You'll need to use some elbow grease to really make the floors shine. This should take the next few hours if you take your time and do it properly. Have you waxed a floor before?"

The new maid nodded and swallowed down the rest of her roll. She was still quite hungry, but the sun was starting to rise and it was her fault for running late so she stayed quiet. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Brilliant. Good luck, then. Once you are finished, come find me," Agnes instructed, turning and walking away to report to her own duties.

Lisa slipped on the gloves and got onto the ground. Suddenly, she looked at the supplies she had then looked back up. Agnes had told her she would need to use some elbow grease, but what was that? Where could she find it? She stood up and looked around, her expression confused.


[System]
Appearance:

Well built, tall and musclebound with lightly tanned skin and brown hair, styled in a short mohawk with a small braid, with an overall unshaven look.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Gruff, no nonsense and something of an agnostic atheist, more often relying on his own experiences than the words of others. He's the kind of guy to cite his 2 greatest loves as cooking and fighting. To Tony respect is earned mutually, and those who break that respect are amongst his greatest enemies. He does his job to the end and doesn't often deviate from that path himself but will follow the team wherever they go. Usually isn't particularly confrontational unless it's about wasting food and isn't often stubborn but when he is there's no moving him. As such he's a mainly defensive fighter, willing to stay back and protect their more important members but ready to go into the fray and dice up his enemies.
Allignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Soldier
Combat equipment:
* Steel Waraxe
* Hide armour (with 1 iron shoulder plate)
* Steel round shield

Non-combat equipment:
* Cooking utensils
* Cooking pots
* Bowls and plates
* Various spices
* Flask of oil (made from animal fat)
* Bottle of olive oil
* Water flask
* Flour
* Flint and tinder
* Cleaning rags (for pots and equipment)
* Camping equipment (including metal poles for a portable spit)

History: The illusive Tony Sauf'cok, a man of honor and sense, named for his legendary tendercrisp chicken recipe (and a few other unrelated things), Tony Sauf'cok remains a humble man of humble beginnings. His life opens with Tony living as an orphan in a war torn land, its resources ravaged by constant conflicts, whether they be between the demons, other nations or themselves. The orphanage struggled, as any organisation running on goodwill (which much didn't exist) and luck would. He learned not to waste food from a young age as they would be lucky if there were even rats to eat. He was recruited by the country's military after a time, the army having a habit of recruiting orphans for the front lines. Tony Sauf'cok quickly made a name for himself for precisely 2 things, surviving and cooking. Even in the orphanage where food was scarce they'd managed to make something of it. Army food matched the worst they'd had and then some, considering the fact that when they were in the orphanage they'd managed to get small windfalls of luck. Soldiers sometimes had down time and he decided to hunt down animals and pick herbs to suppliment their diets, a common practise back in his orphanage. He also used the time to practise his cooking, spending his meagre wages on spices to liven up the lives of his fellow soldiers. The soldiers around him were those like him lucky enough to survive and they used the extra nutrients given by Tony's meals to grow further. Soon their merry regiment were one of the with members from its conception, and a fair few at that. There were a few reasons for this, including a competent commander and a lot of luck, but some go so far as to say that Tony's cooking helped motivate them to survive for so long. Regardless his cooking skill was recognised and all in the regiment knew the name Tony Sauf'cok. Tony never really cared about it though, all he wanted to do was cook for his brothers in arms and perfect his craft. Soon his regiment was sent out for more dangerous but less frequent missions and Tony found that he had more time to perfect his craft. When the hero hit the world, Tony's country was one of the first casualties. Scraps of the country survived and Tony's regiment came out of it slightly better than others, meaning decimated but not as much. With their general dead and their numbers ravaged Tony Sauf'cok decided it was time to go on a solo adventure and set off to find people willing to risk their lives to end the hero's rampage (and also become the greatest chef known to man).

[User]
Feon smirked as questions were asked about if she could really speak to the demon lord or not. She turned her attention to Leila again as she seemed to panic at the thought of Feon being a demon. "I expected a bit of trouble like this. Well I can tell you for certain I don't serve Rem. If anything he follows me around because I'm the only one who will listen." Feon said before taking a seat onto a bench that leaned up against the statue in the middle of town. It was one of those weird abstract statues that looked like floating water. Feon sat taking up the whole bench as if to assert herself almost.

"I'll admit being secluded from the world in a temple for a few years has made me very unaware of the events that have transpired. I heard there were some demons around, and then that the demon lord was killed by the Hero Sven. I also heard that the Hero is now the Tyrant Sven." Feon said stating what she knew of what was going on.

"Although I can certainly tell which of you are demons, I mean, I'm a monk." Feon said looking directly at Jason Mythious. She wasn't going to say anything about it. Of course it wasn't just her that knew this.

"Hey! Arrow man! Could you please go help the kid?" Feon said shouting over to Garen whom while she didn't recognize him Remus did. Feon of course was referring to the girl who was running from the zombies who weren't even chasing her. Though in truth, if any normal person had seen this sight they would have been running too.

"So onto the reason we are here. There is a way to kill the Tyrant. But it has to be done before he can gain any more dark powers. Currently the majority of his powers are that of light. The way to kill him however, is to use the darkness, and that which is not in either category of light or dark. This could be a number of things, all I know about that magic though, is that it is very strange." Feon stated.

[Assistant]
Kythe continued to take out any of the corpses that got too close to him as the monk shouted back to him and everyone else in the village, identifying herself as the one that spread the rumor and one capable of speaking to the late demon lord, interesting. more commotion stirred with a few latecomers and a demon that came up to him but moved on before he had a chance to respond to what she had said. Tensions seemed to flare and wane between some of them, namely the knight whose name he'd yet to hear and Vreskrr. That coupled with the appearance of a frantic girl, Jason coming down from the roof, and the spice-smelling man coming out to question Feon's validity was really turning into quite a spectacle.

The sorceress made her way into things as well, but rather than get involved she found a seat to set herself as an observer, and with her being the only one he was sure of before he decided to start there, at least if he was to get something down before all the shambling corpses caught on to this group. He made his own way over and leaned on the back of the bench next to her "you, I recognize your scent at least but I never got close enough to hear your name" he paused for a moment as someone made a racket down the street, sparing a quick glance he saw an elf he was able to recognize as one of the Hero's former companions, that'll wind up being dealt with soon enough, for now he looked back at the Demonic Sorcerer he was close to "I'm Kythe, and I believe we share an enemy"

[User]
Kolonis would find the presence of the Lizan to be an odd concept in normal scenarios, but again, it was no normal scenario that was present in the town. Their part of the world was one she had very little experience with. This individual seemed marginally familiar, but if she knew him, it was in a very secondary capacity. She had spent most of her time on specific targets, and others were either all but ignored or given scrutiny to the point that she would know them from anywhere, in any form. Plainly the one who sat besides her was one of the former.

Though most beings, and indeed, most demons she knew freely gave their names, Kolonis was not the type to do so freely. She wouldn't be surprised if it came out naturally, as there was a good chance that if nobody else the other demon would make a connection, but she wouldn't be the one to remove one of her presently few advantages.

"What's the name to you?" she replied almost absentmindedly as she attempted to make sense of the energies in the village. They were becoming clear now, and she was beginning to sift through and identify what magic was what, and in what quantities. I'll need to recreate the runewords. Said runewords lasted thousands of years, yet thousands of years had passed, and she wasn't gathering the signals quite the way she used to. She almost missed the comment about the hero being a shared enemy.

"It may appear that we do, but neither of us know for sure just which side the other is on, or indeed what side all of them are on," she replied with a gesture at the group. She doubted the lizan besides her was an advocate of the hero; it simply struck her as being unlikely. Nonetheless, she had no plans of being an open book, and a lizan was only a few steps above a human.

[Assistant]
"That's not what I'm asking about." Tony said.
He raised his axe at the girl threateningly, although he had no intention of hurting her at the moment.
"A 5 year old could tell you that the hero betrayed us, or at least that he didn't finish the job as planned." He continued. "Talk is cheap. I can say anything I want but that won't make it true."
Tony turned around and began walking to a nearby zombie.
"Now, I don't know what everyone else around here are seeing when they look at you, but to me..." He said, decapitating a zombie as he paused.
He kicked the torso down and took a seat on it, turning back to face the young monk.
"You could be just about anyone." He said.
Tony embedded his axe into the ground and leant forward onto his two forearms.
"You could just be a monk." He said to her. "You could be a demon monk, you could be not a demon, you could be on the tyrant's side. And you're not doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise."
And that was the crusp of the issue.

Trust was in short supply in today's society as the great hero everyone had been pinning their hopes on decided to dash those hopes on some rocks and burn them for good measure. If the hero was really going for the total annihilation of the world, or building an asshole empire or whatever he was doing, taking down sources of resistance would be an obvious step. In times like these only the desperate or stupidly strong would step up to the plate and baiting them with rumours of a way to defeat the tyrant would be a fairly effective strategy of isolating the pluckiest survivors to nip them in the bud, so to speak.
"So listen here. I don't give two pieces of a rat's ass about your grand plan." Tony said calmly. "Unless one of us around here is a mind reader, not a damn person knows that you're whoever you say you are, and I'm not moving until someone can prove that you're not trying to drag us to the hero so he can butcher us where we stand."


[System]
Esmeralda Anna Alves

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 "I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade ... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party."
-Ron White

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Nickname:
Esme, she doesn't let anyone but her dad call her Esmerelda

Birth Date:
05/05/1998

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Asexual Hetroromantic

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Works part time in her dad's bakery

In Depth Appearance:
Esme is 5ft 3 and has a quite slight build with a lot of hidden muscle. She has long black wavy hair that reaches down to her mid back but she often has it tied back in a slap dash ponytail or bun as it tends to get in the way no matter what she is doing. She has a typical tanned look from her Spanish heritage and quite dark brown eyes. She tends to like to wear sun dresses or skinny jeans with t-shirts with bad puns or tv-show characters on. She usually wears bright coloured converse and dresses as if it is summer all year round. However if it is horrible weather you will see her bundled up in skinny jeans with too big hoodies and a black knee length trench coat with a bright coloured scark and a pair of bright yellow Doc Martens. She has a scar on her neck just below her jawbone from when she fell as a child breaking her jaw and cutting that area open. She has her ears pierced and has a range of bright and often tacky earrings
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M Y Q U I R K S
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
She tends to talk a lot and very quickly whenever she is nervous
When she is angry she tends to shout in Spanish and often doesn't realise she is doing it
She drinks quite a lot but it is always weird tasting far too fruity alcoholics
She sleepwalks but it is always to do the weirdest of things and she can remember it in the morning but thinks it is all a dream. Her dad can't leave keys accessible of she will leave the house
She is a very happy and affectionate drunk

Hobbies:
Script Writing
Running
Yoga

Likes:
Science Fiction and Fantasy TV/Books
A wide variety of music but she always has her headphones in listening to something or other
Cute Animals
Video Games (Assassins Creed, Uncharted, GTA, Fallout)
Puns

Dislikes:
Grime Music
Racism especially towards Hispanic Peoples
Drugs
Self-Centred People
Golf

Fears:
Heights
Small Spaces
Crowds

Personality:
♦ Good Listener ♦ Pathological Liar ♦ Positivity ♦ Anxiety ♦
On the outside Esme is incredibly bright bubbly and easy going. She is always talking and is not shy in the slightest. Even when everything is crumbling around her she will have a motivational speech and a smile for anyone who needs it. However inside she is doubting everything she says, often lying about even the smallest things that don't matter at all, she just can't seem to stop. A soon as she is back home and out of sight the façade will crumble and her anxiety and paranoia fall through. Only her closest friends have seen this side and her dad is always asking her to go get help but she refuses to acknowledge the weakness. Baking or yoga are her reliefs to work through the fear and anxiety. She is not scared to voice her opinion on anything and everything earning her a few enemies over the years. She has hundreds of faux friends but only the inner circle know her truly enough to say they are her friend.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
History:
Esme's father is called Esteban Ricardo Alves and is a Spanish immigrant who moved to the States just before Esme was born. He met her mother, Anna Susan Cartwright, when she was on holiday and visited his family's restaurant. They had a love affair and so Esteban asked her to marry him and he arranged to move out of to the States and set up his own Bakery to continue his passion from home. Anna died in childbirth only a year after they had got married and Esteban moved to the States. He raised Esme on his own and Esme idolises him even though she wishes that she had been able to meet her mother. She was taught Spanish at the same time as learning English and often switches between the two without realising. Her father never dated anyone or remarried but the Bakery is still his passion and Esme inherited his skill and love for the craft. She intends to take it over from him when he retires (but that isn't going to be any time soon though).
Esme was always one of the smartest in her classes but preferred to turn her energy to more creative pursuits such as baking and script writing, she always dreams of acting in one of her own musicals on Broadway. When she was ten, her father was struggling to deal with her hyperactive nature so he introduced her to Athletics and she loved it. She competes in both the 400m and High Jump for the school and the local athletics club and it currently trying to get a Sports Scholarship to college to study creative writing with media production.

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M I S C .
Extracurricular Activities:
Athletics Club
Trampolining
Youth Theatre

Extra:
Did you read the rules? That I did and for favourite song this year I would have to say Lungs by Stevie McCorie

Esmeralda Anna Alves

{"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy." Frank Sinatra}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies

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☮ELY . FABLE☮
"You deserve so much more girl!"
Everyone needs a good bitching partner and Ely is Esme's
Ely needs somewhere to make and keep her creations and Esme is perfectly happy to extend her wardrobe
Creative types need people to critique their work and if Esme gets constructive criticism and pretty clothes then it is a win win situation
They have the best slumber parties and no drama is to small to gossip about
"There are plenty fish in the sea and being bi you get to try them all, lucky bastard"

♫ JACEN . TRAUCE ♫
"Oh come on dude, all's fair in love and war you know!"
Been best friends ever since they first met
The first friend she felt really understood her
Game and watch films together
Disapproves of his weed habit but understands it is his choice. She just won't do it with him
"Of course I've seen the new one! But once is not enough, obviously. Let's go!" - In reply to Jacen the first time they met

☮ OTIS . COOPER ☮
"You know one day I won't save your ass. I'll just stand on the sidelines and laugh!"
Esme is always on hand to help Otis get out of any trouble, even when that usually involves her getting in that trouble as well
They don't know each other that well
Matching optimisms
"You're weird you know that. But it's fine, so am I."

☮ GRANT . DOUGLAS ☮
"It's on, it's on like Donkey Kong!"
Gaming partners
Hassle free friends, they don't meddle in each others lives they just enjoy the drinking and unnecessary virtual violence
"I may be a little competitive, with that point made ... You're going down!"

☮ MANKY . CONNELLY ☮
"I guess you're cool."
Slightly hesitant about him after the breakup with Ely but working past it
Slowly realising he is a pretty cool guy
Often can't understand his slang but finds it amusing
"Nope, I refuse to believe it. This is not a real, widely used saying. It just isn't"

Symbol Here LEXI . FULGHAM Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

Symbol Here CARLA . HANSEN Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

Symbol Here SEAMUS . WHELAN Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

☮ ERIN . CHASE ☮
"You know you can always talk to me, I've been told I am a good listener"
Esme is always there from Erin if she ever needs to vent about anything and everything
Helps her with her homework
Sisterly love but neither will actually say that out loud
"You love me really grumpy face!"

[User]
[quote=@Prudence]

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Jacen Trauce

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Time: 11:20
Location:Lakeside
Interacting with:Seamus @TheIrishJJ | Manky @officerheadbutt

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Jacen listened to Seamus proposal. "Your place and videogames sounds damn good to me."

The Irish ginger was preparing to respond to Jacen's query about their riding situation when he heard someone approaching from behind. Turning his head he identified Manky. He had half expected it to be Erin here to try to explain herself away and get a ride to wherever she was going.

She's unapologetic

Listening as Seamus offered to drive, he also caught what Manky was saying.

"I'll drive separate carrot top. I'll pick Manky up at his place, and then meet you at your place. Sound good?" He didn't really wait for Seamus to reply before he was already on the way to his mustang.

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The text came into his phone as soon as he was pulling into the parkinglot at the Pub.

To Manky:"I'm here. hurry up."

[Assistant]
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Time: 5:30 - 6:30 P.M.
Location: Lakeside -> Her house.
Interacting With: Everyone at Lakeside & via text

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After dispersing herself from the group and getting back into her car, her phone started to ring as she answered it and it was her parents. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. You guys took off yet?" She asked them as they responded by saying yes. She was excited since she was throwing a party tonight for her friends and whoever else might stop by. Lexi ended the call with her parents as they had to board their flight. She had sent Ely on a mission to get some snacks, food and drinks for the party - Even handed her a few twenty dollar bills so that she could do so.

Lexi had made it back to her house and opened up a closet, pulling out about five black lights and started setting them up accordingly. "Perfect." She muttered while hearing a knock at the door and walking there towards it, seeing the two professional painters come in. They were there to paint the bodies of her guests with whatever design they solely desired to have. Lexi showed them where they could set up everything then turned heel and walked back into her room, where she showered and brushed her teeth, changing into her swim wear for tonight.

Lexi had a wrap on to cover her bottom region but she had on an itsy, teeny, weeny yellow, polka dot bikini. She knew that this would definitely get a kick out of her friends. Speaking of her friends, she wondered where they were right about now since they are usually early for a party. She grabbed her phone and realized the time though. They still had a solid ten minutes before other people were to arrive. Lexi had shut all the lights off then plugged in the black lights and watched as they flickered then hummed to life. This was going to be the best party ever, she could feel it.

Another knock came over the door and it was the DJ. She was excited to see him as she directed him on where he could set up everything, too. She took out her phone again and started a group message to send to her friends.

To: The Squad
Where r u, guys? Everything is set up and people will b here any minute.

She sent the text then sat down on her couch as the DJ speakers did a feedback screech. She covered her ears then got up and went to the DJ. "Better have some great material to play or else." She said towards him with a soft and delicate smile as he licked his lips and stared at her up and down. She went back over to her door, peeking out of it to see which one of her friends was going to be the first to show up.

[User]
Time: 6 - 6:45pm
Location: Home and Lexi's House
Interacting with: Lexi and the Squad

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Esme stood in front of her wardrobe flicking through her clothes absentmindedly with the High School Musical Soundtrack blasting out in the background. She couldn't decide what to wear to the party tonight. She didn't usually fuss so much over what she wore apart from to parties. "Dress to impress," Esme muttered under her breath with a smile. Eventually she selected a black bikini with tiny white sharks printed on it. Pulling it on, Esme posed in front of the mirror for a little while before pulling out a pair of black shorts. "Perfect," she smiled, twirling and pulling on a pair of white sandles to complete the look.

"Esme! I'm home!" her dad shouted as he walked in the door.
"Coming!" Esme shouted, twirling once more before jogging down the stairs. Her dad threw his backpack on the dining room table and turned to her with a smile.
"You're dressed up all nice. Going out tonight?" he asked, pecking her on the cheek as she hugged him.
"Yeah Lexi's having a party tonight for all the guys," she explained, jumping up onto the counter as her dad milled around the kitchen.
"Remember be careful and call if you need a lift home," he stated but this was a usual occurrence, he wasn't bothered about her partying as long as she was safe about it.
"Will do dad," Esme rolled her eyes jokily. She sat on the table plaiting her unruly hair into two long braids. She jumped down and pulled on her leather biker jacket.

Checking her phone she got the text from Lexi.
To: Lexi
From: Esme
 On my way now. Is it cool if I stay over?
Esme hugged her dad quickly before sliding out the door and into her little light blue Fiat 500. It would be fine to leave the car at Lexi's if she had to get home after the party. If she stayed then she could drive home in the morning. Esme drove through the streets, still blasting out High School Musical tracks until she pulled up in front of Lexi's house. Jumping out of the car, making sure it was definitely locked, she pounded on Lexi's door.