[System]
Username: Night_Star
Species: Whiptail dragon
Age: Just entered the Adult stage
Personality: Energy Twinkle is just like her name - she has so much energy, she's usually gone in the twinkle of an eye! She's very friendly and she just cannot sit still. Exploring new places is her thing, especially places that have a sense of mystery and adventure about them. Energy tends to easily get over-excited about something and she can get so hyped about something, it's almost heart-breaking to see her reaction when things don't turn out the way she expects them to. She has a stubborn streak when the situation calls for it. When there's a fight, she never backs down, no matter how fragile her Whiptail body might be.
Appearance:

She'll look like an average seventeen-year old teenage girl, with slightly tan skin and dark brown hair that reaches past her shoulder blades. Her eyes would be sky blue, turning a vivid deep blue if she uses her telekinesis. Instead of normal human ears, she would retain her scaly, pointed brown dragon ears. They're not very noticeable, as they blend in with her hair. Her long tail will remain, minus the blue stripes.
Abilities/Powers: She's slightly faster than most other Whiptails and has some experience with magic, being able to use moderate telekinesis from pushing a candle over to lifting up another dragon. However, she does not use magic much as it takes a toll on her fragile body.
Other: Running around is one of the things she does best - and she likes it! While using telekinesis, her blue stripes will glow. Like other Whiptails, she is physically weak but her acute speed and agility more than makes up for it.

[User]
Rhys

 A sigh escaped his mouth and his eyelids fell close as he shifted his position. "That is no excuse," he spat out. Despite the mood change, he knew she'd regain her enthusiasm in a second. Instantly after the brief moment of hesitation, En began her energetically-executed explanation, to which Rhys was solicitous to. He kept his mouth shut the whole time hers was running off. The Royal Crimson noted the circumstances they were in: very very dire, because En could open that scroll any second now. Then it must be a spell-containing scroll holding an enchantment enabling camouflage among humans... He's heard of the magic before. If he recalled correctly, then it was one that could disguise dragons as the humans themselves.

 Right after En stopped verbalizing her thoughts, which was well reflected in her eyes, Rhys bluntly told her, "No. It would not be great. What do you think will happen if we screw up and the humans come to know of the existence of dragons? Do you not realize that going out there is a dangerous task for those without the training and knowledge? Which is the very reason why dragons are chosen for it. You think you know humanity?" He seethed, trying to make her give in, albeit knowing her stubborn personality. "Now give me that scroll. This is going over the line, En. Do not try me." His frown deepened.

 Of course he was curious. Of course he wanted to escape the cage he was in. To venture into the world. To explore at the 'seas' and 'glaciers' he's heard of, the ground made of sand. It seemed extremely exhilarating, something different for a change. However, he dared not defy the clan in such serious matter. He was meant to fulfill the clan's expectations, for he was of a high, noble status. His pride would not let his reputation be shattered. The Royal Crimson was well aware of the repercussions, and thus had forcibly pushed his unsatiated need aside. He was meant to follow orders.

 Meant to be caged.

 Speaking of which, they really should return to the clan now. Perhaps he should hone his magic and stock up on knowledge of the humans after this issue is resolved.

[Assistant]
Energy Twinkle

 Slightly put off by her friend's negative response, Energy pouted, her tail that clutched the scroll subconsciously retracting further behind her.

 "Well, duh, of course I don't. But I would if we went out there, wouldn't I?" Her grin only seemed to widen, a teasing edge to her voice.

 "Humans discovering our existence would be bad," she nodded, tapping a claw against her chin before calmly (or as calm as she could be) putting it back down, "So we just can't screw up, then!" Her eyes darted back to the scroll, which hung limply from her tail. She could sense the magic from it, the complexity of the spell it contained. Yes, she'd heard that it was meant to camouflage dragons as the humans but she had a feeling that it was more than a simple camouflage. Which made her all the more curious. The magical seal on the scroll itself was simple. Normally, they'd be more complicated but she had a feeling that the Elders had entrusted her father with the scroll, thus simplifying the seal.

 At that particular thought, guilt jabbed suddenly into her heart and she wondered if she really should have taken it in the first place. However, upon remembering her very reason for taking it in the first place, her wish to do something in her boredo-err, to explore the unknown world that lay beyond the ancient trees that made up their home, she shook off the thought.

 At Rhys' request on returning the scroll, Energy merely stuck out her tongue playfully and leapt backwards, landing on top of one of the humongous roots that supported the massive tree she had buried the scroll by. Her wings were now half stretched out, ready to take flight if Rhys were to give chase - which she didn't doubt he would indeed do. Though since she wasn't actually running away at the moment, she would consider herself safe for now.

 "Come on, Rhys, it's just for a little while! What could a teensy weensy venture out in the open possibly do to harm any dragon?" she pleaded, her ever cheery grin never leaving her face.

[User]
Rhys

 His snout twitched hearing her answers. Every single one of them irked him, increasing his impatience. His tail swished in annoyance. Oh how he wanted to hunt down that cheeky little Whiptail. Instead, the male gave off a low snarl, "No. And don't you dare take flight. Have you forgotten that we aren't within the perimeters of the barrier?" He paused to shift to a standing position--realizing that he had sat somewhere before--before continuing, "If you aren't getting down from there, I'm leaving you here." And with that, he turned his head away, tail following the action, trotting off regally to the direction of the clan.

[Assistant]
Energy Twinkle

 Energy rolled her eyes, as a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, unconcerned about the Royal Crimson's actions. She knew precisely what to do to get his attention.

 "That's alright, go on ahead!" she called after him, her voice the very sound of sweet innocence. "I'll join you in a bit - I just want to take a peek at the spell first." It wasn't just meant to attract his attention. She really did want to look at the spell. Maybe she wouldn't cast it on herself right away, but she was curious to see what made it so different from other camouflaging spells. Lowering her tail, she used her telekinesis to direct the scroll to levitate in front of her. Narrowing her eyes, she focused her magic on breaking the seal.

 The seal broke easily enough. With bated breath, Energy unrolled the scroll with anticipation, her eyes scanning it for the spell it contained. Now that it was unlocked, she could feel the strong magic now flowing out of it, surrounding her. Words were written carefully on the fragile parchment paper.
 "What one will be,
What one will see,
True souls be free,
Body and mind,
With change in thee..."
 Energy read aloud to herself the spell, well aware of the build-up of magic that was now coursing around her. The spell was initiating itself now that she had opened the scroll and read out its contents but she wasn't too worried. After all-

 "Wait. Where's the reverse spell?!" Indeed, there was no sign of another spell that would reverse the one she had just cast. She blinked, her grin now nervous instead of cheery.

 "Oops?"

[User]
Rhys

 At the Whiptail's call, the Royal Crimson abruptly stopped. Oohh she did just get the full entirety of his attention, his ears perking up and senses heightened. By the lords, is she--

 But she did. Yes. As soon as he had swiftly turned his whole body around, his ears picked up the familiar voice of his friend mumbling words he assumed were the spell, and he sensed the rapid build-up of magic surrounding her frail frame. On impulse, his hind leg muscles contracted enough only to be released in a leap to the Whiptail, forepaws outstretched to grab the levitating scrap of paper. Yes, on impulse. You just witnessed the mighty Royal Crimson dragon acting on impulse to save his dear friend. And he succeeded in covering the large distance with that leap due to his already massive body size.

 To no avail though, because by the time he had clutched the opened scroll--even ripping holes in it because of his retracted claws--, the intensity of the magic was at a peak familiar to him--that is, when a spell is performed correctly. The momentum of his leap, however, also caused him to crash into En, knocking her down. He felt the strong magic coursing through him due to his aerial attack.

 "THERE IS NO REVERSE SPELL, YOU IDIOT!! EACH SCROLL ONLY CONTAINS ONE SPELL!" Rhys firmly growled at the...unfamiliar creature he was pinning down, whom he thought was his friend. His draconic eyes widened at the realization of the success of the spell. Or not..? He got off of his four limbs, freeing the unrecognizable human, attempting to balance on his hind legs. He teetered around and wobbled for a while, before supporting himself by pressing his right wrist against the nearby tree, which seems way taller and thicker than he remembered.

He began inspecting his new human body by pulling up his left sleeve. Where was his thick, crimson hide? His strong, sharp claws? He now possessed fair human skin that could stretch a little when he pinched it. The outer area of his arm had soft little hairs growing on it, making its texture rather soft at his touch. His new skin was way too fragile--palpable when he tried poking it with his dull nails. And his claws...unfortunately, were now pinkish nails that bent easily at the end. He did seem to have retained some of his scales at the sides of his torso though, once he lifted the orange garment he was wearing.

Speaking of which, he donned on the inside an orange shirt with a grey tie, and on the outside an unbuttoned royal crimson trench coat, with black outlines. Covering his human legs were baggy grey trousers and black boots.

How odd that humans stood on their hind legs. He was adapting to standing on them as the clock ticks by, though. When he bent down a little to inspect them, movement from it made him aware of the crimson fringe that shielded his vision a little. Reaching out to touch his tresses, Rhys found their softness. And he investigated his head further. Horns? None. Human ears? Bendable and soft. Snout? Nose. Mouth? Soft, stretchy, pinkish lips. Canines? Dull teeth.

...Weak. How pitiful human bodies are.

[Assistant]
 She had been prepared for him to come after the scroll floating in front of her. What she hadn't expected was for him to crash into her as well, causing the both of them to land in a heap on the forest floor.

 "Gah-ow!" Oh, she was going to feel that one tomorrow. Apparently, shifting into a human didn't do her fragility any good. She stopped at that thought. "Shifting into a human"?

 Widening her eyes, she sat up as Rhys stumbled off her. The spell must have affected him too, her mind numbly noted. Right now, though, she was concerned about herself. She was smaller in size, that was for sure as the trees around them were noticeably larger than before. What was strange was that her entire physique had changed.

 Her skin was way paler than her usual colour but they still retained a brown-ish hue. However, she knew that the humans tended to come in few different colours in so many different shades and she had often wondered why when her own kind was limitless in terms of colours. And...it was her skin. She didn't have scales anymore. Just soft, squishy, vulnerable skin. Energy poked her hands a few times before sighing. "Way to increase my frailty," she thought wryly. Her limbs were different too. Her claws were gone, replaced by pink nails. She had ten fingers and probably ten toes on her feet. She couldn't really count because she had odd, cloth thingies that were grey and had blue strings knotted on top of them covering her feet. Shoes, she recalled them to be. She had on other human accessories on her too. A soft, thin light brown long-sleeved shirt with familiar diamond blue stripes running across its front. A glance at her back showed that there were stripes too, at the back of her shirt, though not connected to the ones in front. The stripes on both sides had spiky ends. A pair of black slacks went all the way down her legs.

 Something soft brushed her cheek. Mildly irritated, she swatted it away, only for it to fall back against her face. With a slight frown, she grabbed it and tugged, only to realise that she also had hair now. Fascinated, she brought it to her front, inspecting the strands that now brushed against her back and shoulders, covering her neck. It was dark brown, the same colour as the scales she used to have. With a slight grin, she instinctively got onto her hands and knees before remembering that humans were supposed to be bipedal. Huffing, she got up slowly, first on one knee, then her own two feet. Unused to her new centre of balance, she stumbled, before steadying herself with the huge root protruding from the ground. Due to her new small size, calling the root a towering wooden wall was more apt.

 Her legs were trembling, she realised. She wasn't used to this new form and so, her new limbs weren't used to carrying around her weight either, it seemed. Thinking back on the spell, Energy had also now discovered the difference between it and a regular camouflage spell. It didn't just camouflage the caster, it completely changed their physiology altogether. Technically, it was her fault that they both had changed so she supposed she deserved the consequences of this incident.

 One thing she was glad for, though, was that she wasn't completely human. She could feel her dragon ears hidden within her long straight hair - and she reached up with a hand to affirm this - and look at that! Her long tail had stuck with her!

 "Oh my faithful tail! I wouldn't know what I'd do without you!" she cried happily, snuggling her tail against her cheek with her hands. Which required taking a hand off the root so she promptly fell on her butt.

 "Oomph!" Wincing, she rubbed her bottom before noticing that her tail was stripeless. It was just a plain brown tail now. "Huh."


[System]
Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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[User]
"I want to give you my attention, but you're trying to get me to choose between you and chocolate cake, and that's just not fair," Caspian laughed, enjoying the banter between them. It was the first time he'd been so relaxed since before he'd been abducted by Ethan and his goons. Ever since then, it had felt like one thing after another would go wrong; and technically things weren't all right now, but for the moment, it was easy to pretend like they were off in their own little world where the biggest worry they had to face was finishing their desserts before the cake went cold. It was a vacation he hadn't known he'd needed but was eternally grateful for now that they were at the resort.

Pressing play on the movie, he leaned back into the sofa once more and propped his plate on his lap to eat while the first scene began. "If you end up liking this movie, we can always rewind it later," he pointed out with a sideways smile at Iris. He was equally convinced that they wouldn't make it to the end, especially as his eyes drifted from her face a little lower to take in the contours of her lithe body. Now that he knew what she looked like underneath the little black dress, it was all but impossible for him to imagine going to bed for the night without exploring her one more time. He bit the inside of his lip at the thought.

For now, though, the intoxicating aroma of chocolate demanded his attention, and he cut into his piece of cake with his fork, watching with delight as the hot, melted fudge on the inside oozed onto the plate. He lifted a forkful to his mouth and savored the sweet taste on his tongue. "We can definitely order more tomorrow," he nodded his agreement after he'd swallowed the first fluffy bite and scooped up the next. "I'll have to remember that you've got a sweet tooth… There are a lot of other desserts on the menu here that we can try too if you want." Personalized diet be damned, if she wanted to indulge in all the sweets the Sunset Veil had to offer, then he'd buy every one and stuff himself right along with her. They were already living like there was no tomorrow, so adding one more objectively poor decision couldn't hurt anything, after all.

Falling quiet, he shifted his attention back onto the movie while he worked slowly through his piece of cake, taking his time to finish it both because he was getting full after dinner and because the flavor was so satisfying. He laughed intermittently at the fast-flying jokes in the film and, once he'd finished his dessert, set his empty plate back down on the table and threw an arm around Iris's shoulders to hold her close while they enjoyed the movie. His interest in it didn't last long after his food was gone though.

Dark eyes flicking away from the screen to look at her, a mischievous smile crossed his lips, and he leaned in to plant a sultry kiss on her neck. He was full from his dinner, but he wasn't too stuffed for a little light exercise. Snaking his other hand across her lap, he wrapped her in his arms as he teased her warm skin with his lips and teeth, pining to steal her focus away from the TV as well.

[Assistant]
"I still can't believe you'd choose chocolate cake over me." Iris chuckled as she tried to sound hurt over it, but she found it too funny to take even remotely seriously. "I think I might just like the movie more than you at this rate." Unable to stop her giggles as she started to watch the movie thinking of ways, she could tease him more, enjoying the pleasant evening with him without any sort of drama getting involved. Though it was bound to happen at some point she was just glad right now they could focus on them and not anything else.

"It seems so, who doesn't love chocolate? Though you can't let me go overboard. I would honestly stuff my face with all those goodies and that can't be healthy at all." Patting her stomach insinuating that she would gain weight if all she ate was sweet treats and nothing else. Not that she had much weight on her from not a very nutritious diet in the districts, but she didn't want to overindulge as that was just as bad.

Turning her attention back to the movie she found herself laughing alongside some of their jokes, the humour being bad in places, but it was the kind of bad that made you laugh so it was at least enjoyable. It wasn't a terrible choice in movie to watch either as she was content, but then she knew it was partly due to the company. Sighing happily to herself she leaned into his side as she felt his arm move around her shoulders, both plates now empty on the coffee table from the chocolate cake and she settled in to watch the movie with Cas.

It hadn't lasted too long, their attention drawn from the movie and she felt the kiss against her neck already setting her skin on fire as she tried not to react. Iris could still feel the remnants of his touches from their last encounter in the sheets and it was safe to say that he excited her to no end, the idea of rekindling what they had done earlier in the sheets. It was hard to not just melt into him, to respond with hot kisses and gentle touches across his skin, but a part of her did want to tease him. A mischievous smile spreading across her face as she kept her eyes on the TV acting as if the movie was more important than him, payback for the chocolate cake remarks.

"Hmmm, I'm enjoying this movie." Turning to face him briefly as she whispered in his ear, leaning her body into him as she placed her hand on his chest. The smirk not leaving her face as she dragged her fingers down his muscles lingering at the hem of his pants before she let her hand drop and she turned her full attention to the movie playing on the TV, trying to hold in her giggles as she teased him to no end feeling slightly victorious even if she knew she was about to crumble.

[User]
"Wow," Caspian rolled his eyes when Iris feigned disinterest in his attempts to win her over. He'd come at her in the hopes of enticing her to come with him upstairs again, but instead he shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear and the burning trail her fingers left as she traced them down his bare skin. In one move, she'd reversed their roles, and now he was the one squirming with desire while she pretended to be calm and collected. He bit his lip and curled his fingers restlessly against her hip. Her game of playing hard to get just made him want her more, and he leaned into her as he decided to press a little harder.

Somewhere in the distance, he could still hear the movie playing, but he'd lost track of what scene was running on the screen as he impulsively pushed her over onto the sofa with the brunt of his weight. He laid on top of her, propping himself up on one forearm, and grinned playfully before planting a kiss on her forehead, her nose and then her jawline. "We can rewind the movie later…" he crooned into her ear, trailing his free hand sensuously down and up her side. "Give me your attention now." The feeling of their bodies tangled together on the couch only escalated his already quick heartbeat, reminding him of how it had felt to have her in the bed without the pesky dress between them. He wanted another taste of the ecstasy that she'd introduced him to before they'd taken a break for dinner.

Determined to break down her weak attempt to pretend like she didn't want the same thing, he pressed his lips to hers and shifted his weight to lean up just enough to pull her dress away from her skin. Her tongue still tasted like chocolate, which only drove him to kiss her more fervently until he had to break away to slip the gown over her head.

If his father had known that he'd started up an intimate relationship with a former rebel, it probably would have given him an aneurism right then and there. The king wasn't opposed to him sleeping with a woman before his marriage was arranged, per say, but he there was no doubt that he would have frowned upon the prince's choice of partner. Somehow, knowing that only spurred him on though. Maybe it was because of their recent fight that he felt the need to rebel or maybe it was because of how controlling Atlas was on the whole, but either way, the knowledge that what they were doing was "wrong" in the eyes of his father made it that much more enjoyable to the crown heir.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth zealously, relishing the feeling of their bodies moving against each other on the horizontal surface. "Still enjoying the movie?" he asked her with a joking, breathless smile. "I bet you can't even tell me what's going on anymore."

[Assistant]
Trying not to giggle as she watched him roll his eyes over her pretending to have more interest in the film than him. To her it was the best payback for the chocolate cake, not that she minded they ate the delicious treat as it was by far the best thing she had tasted. Still to her it was funny that she felt like she had all this power over him as she denied him all for the movie that she really wasn't paying attention to anymore. Though she couldn't let him know that when it was clearly having an affect on him, one that she was finding all so amusing with a hint of excitement.

Holding back the gasp as she felt the weight of him push her down to the sofa she looked up at him trying not to smirk as he smothered her with attention, a kiss to her forehead, nose and then jawline and as always it was enjoyable feeling his lips against her skin. Biting her lip as she felt the sensual touch to her side her body squirmed beneath him still sensitive to his touch as she felt herself shudder to his words. "Is that an order?" Barely able to let out a feeble whisper as she began to crumble wanting nothing more than to enjoy him once more, the desire pushing aside the teasing as she tried to keep her cool.

Drawn to him like a bee to honey she couldn't help but respond to the kiss, relishing in the attention as she couldn't help but deepen the kiss completely smitten by him. Iris was so focused on him and what they were doing that she barely noticed the rising of her dress, the fabric brushing against her skin until he broke the kiss to remove it. A low whine escaped her lips at the loss of contact from the kiss and she pressed her hands against his chest fingers tracing circles against his warm skin as she felt her heartbeat quicken wanting nothing more than to just disappear to the bedroom with him once more and experience the high feeling he gave her.

Right now, nothing else mattered to her, not the film, not all the drama from his father or her own turmoil that she was trying to deal with. All she wanted was to enjoy herself, to ignore it all for that moment of bliss with Caspian. Looking up at him she could feel her chest rising and falling quickly, caught in the heated moment with him as she snaked one of her hands to his back as the other slowly dragged up his side pouting as he brought up the movie. "I am really enjoying this movie." An utter lie because she hadn't paid any sort of attention to it for a while as he had stolen all of her attention in a good way of course.

Leaning up she pressed her body against his as she captured his lips in a deep kiss, both hands moving to his back as she scratched against his skin in a teasing fashion hoping to make him crumble just as much as he had made her weak. "I bet you can't either." Breaking away to whisper in his ear before she used that time wisely to place hot kisses down his jawline all the way to his shoulder, "Let's see that adventurous side of yours." Unable to stop the purr that left her lips as she tried to tease him, tried to regain some sort of power back.


[System]
(Normal Form coming soon)

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A strange creature - a Chupacabra, from the strange new world that immigrated to Europe. After being saved by a tier one engineer, he has since renounced any lackluster traits and has taken a new form, as well as a new role in society as a nurse working for Kantus. In his efforts he has arisen in society's social pecking order, and has been invited to become a hand.

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Nessa Lockhelme

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A young a surprisingly restrained and powerful Succubus hailing from god knows where that has landed herself a job as a waitress at The Pale Horse. She is very good friends with Martin, maybe even more so. She dreams of becoming a Hand herself one day. She is deviously intelligent and often puts this natural born gift to good use. She will also woo men and women both monster and man to do her bidding. But as a Succubus, she has a natural affinity to manipulate the male gender over the other. Due to her intelligence she has a curious natural which has often led to her getting herself in trouble as often as it gets her out of it. She is an inventor in her spare time and collects small glass figurines.

[User]
Kaja

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November 18, 4:02 PM
Market

This was by far the strangest thing Kaja had ever stolen. He didn't even know who the client was, the job was given to him by his father, head of there clan. The mark had a stall set up on the other side of the square, a small animal store, selling both pets and potential main courses. Not all were of flesh and blood though, many were clockwork, steam-driven, or otherwise manufactured in the various factories and workshops in the city. The item in question was at once marvelous yet still mundane compared to the other wares surrounding it.

"Alright i just have to keep him talking for three minutes" Kaja reminded himself. If done right this would be a clean and perfect job. He stood confidently forward casually observing the market stalls and pretended to grow interested in the animal pens. He approached the owner who appeared to be a molding vulture hunched over and staring. "Excuse me. But do you have a turkey in stock. I've had mad cravings for the bird and frankly i'm growing a little sick of ambrosia." The merchant said he had none but complimented his customer on his tastes. They rambled back and fourth on alternatives or where he might find one. About three minutes in Kaja shook the man's talons and said as if on cue "Well i might try the meat markets over in the East Commons, typically they just sell just rat and wild dog but i might get lucky."

At that moment a large rabbit came charging down the streets in a mad panic. The buzzard saw the creature and immediately charged after it. Whether it ended up in a little girls bedroom or a werewolf's stomach he would make a fine profit. After a breath once the owner was gone Kaja turned and casual as breathing undid the rope around a live tiger's neck and walked the groggy beast away as if he were walking a dog.

To a casual observer it would seem as if he were just finishing a business deal, one would need to be listening very carefully to realize otherwise. And so another job well done Kaja walked the tiger all the way to the Clans apartment in the East Commons.

[Assistant]
Thomas Marborough

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November 18, 3:45 PM
West Commons
"Will it be alright?"

Thomas turned and lowered his head at the sound of the voice. He looked down at the… at the doll that had just questioned the flesh golem's future health. His eyes widened a bit, and his lips pursed in slight confusion. Yes, the moth-man was a sight, but… this was a manmade entity.

"Ahhh…" Thomas said, turning his gaze back towards the flesh golem. Oh, he was certain it would be back upright once the leg was fixed, but the whole doll thing was still strange to him. "Yes, he'll… he'll be back in working condition, once we repair his leg." He took another gander at the overall damage, wondering just what caused it. From what he could see, it simply looked like the flesh golem had tripped and hit its leg against a hard surface. Fence or wall, maybe. Couldn't have been deterioration, the parts all looked to be in good condition.

His mind wandered back from those thoughts as he redirected his head towards the doll. And, out of the blue, he inquired, "Who… I'm terribly sorry for asking but, who are you?"

[User]
Tauro

November 18, 3:42 pm

West Commons

Tauro's massive head moved toward the voice, it being a familiar one. He sees Cotton Aries standing next to him, a crisp and rushed being that didn't take much time to appreciate the gift of life or this city. Tauro decided he will change that. Too many beings ran through their lives with hurry and ambition, often missing the little things. Cotton Aries would not be one of them. "God-den, Cotton Aries, how lovely 'tis to see thou again. Come and sit with me and enjoy the children playing and breathe in the crisp air of this wonderful city." He moves over slightly, grabbing his staff, which was as tall as Cotton, and moves it to his other side; making a space for Cotton.

[Assistant]
Grob

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November 18, 3:46 PM
West Commons

Grob was outside the front of his shop under a bridge at the west commons. It was nice for him. He could hear the surge of the market above him, and he didn't mind this at all. Anyone that needed to buy something from him knows where he is. His shop was more like a stall but there was what looked like piles of junk either side and it was rickety with nailed together wood and crudely drawn writing. Grob also put a small sign on the bridge pointing downwards to draw attention, see if anyone wanted to buy his wares. A loud clattering took his attention and he saw one of his four Gremlin servants dropping a bunch of stuff. "You idiot!" Grob shouted as he stormed torwards him. "You coulda blown this place sky high!" He complained. The gremlin started scraping all the dropped junk back into his arms. "Sorry boss! I'll put it down right away." He said, scurrying along. Grob simply wore brown trousers held by suspenders over his shoulders. He also had a pair of goggles on his head. "What do I pay ya for, ya git? Get goin'" Grob ordered.

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Martin Iglesias and Hugo Tarblatt
November 18, 6:16 PM
Old Voldoa, Engineers' Observatory

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Old Voldoa.

Large buildings, smoke and steam in the air, and Engineers walking about the place. The Announcement Tower over in the distance, silent at the moment. And standing before Martin, the Engineers' Observatory. Massive, round, pillars and all. Many stood on its steps, chatting idly. The only nonhuman being among them was Martin, and yet no one batted an eye. Martin looked up at the building, both impressed and intimidated. He had dawned his best clothes and used his best cologne in an attempt to look as presentable as possible. He took a deep breath and entered the building.

Before him, past the large double doors, a relatively empty foyer. Across the way, at the end of the marble flooring, there stood a long desk with a lone Tier II Engineer sitting behind its center. Martin approached, and the woman raised her head from the book she had been reading. "May I help you, sir?" She asked, not at all deterred by the fact that a Voldoan was standing before her, where as Old Voldoa was mainly a place for Engineers.

"I, hope I'm not late. There's not an expected time of arrival for these things is there?" Martin said. "I got a letter and-"

"Oh, you must be the newest Hand." The receptionist interrupted, marking her page and setting the book on the desk. "Do you have that letter with you now?"

"I-I think so." Martin said, pulling his coat open and patting down his body searching for the letter. As he did so, his expression grew in fear and he began to speak. "What would happen if I forgot it at my- never mind! I found it." he said, pulling the letter out of the opposite side's pocket and placing it on the table.

The Engineer picked up and opened the letter, examining for a brief moment before nodding and saying, "Alright, you can head up the stairs to your left around the atrium. Master Tarblatt's office is at the top."

"Should I knock or just walk in?"

"Knocking would be polite."

"Right, uh..." Martin said, kicking his foot out to the side in a very Jim Carrey like fashion. He stepped off, walking to the right and around the corner. A few seconds later he walked past the desk again. "Sorry uh, went the wrong way..." he said, walking to the left and up the stairs, and beginning his ascent up the long curve. As he climbed, he darted his eyes everywhere, noting the wooden walls and the marble columns segmenting them. Ahead of him above the steps, ornate plaques hung from the rounded ceiling. Each of them carried a message. In order, from the bottom to the top...

THE PAST IS THE MOLD

FOR THE CLAY OF THE FUTURE

YET THERE IS NOTHING TO CRAFT WITH

BUT THE FLESH OF OUR FATHERS

AND THE CHILDREN WE CARVED

FROM THE GENEROUS PAIN BELOW

WILL TOIL IN THE FIELDS

AND ROT IN THE CHAMBERS

A TIME WILL COME

WHERE ALL BEINGS ARE UNITED

AND WE WILL STAND AT THE SUMMIT

OF THIS GREATNESS WE HAVE BUILT

As he walked down the hallway and reached the door he was instructed to and he reached to knock but faltered for a moment. He was terrified, but he took a breath and tapped his knuckles on the wooden door. Knocking lightly.

"Yes, come in."

The voice was muffled, but it still carried a sense of age and wisdom. Plus a bit of German accentuation.

Martin stepped into the room timidly. "Uh, Mr. Tarblatt, it's an... it's an honor.", Martin looked around the room. It was built in a form of half-circle, with Tarblatt's mahogany desk situated at the very back wall. The walls were painted green, and the windows were a somewhat opaque turquoise. The floor was, once again, white marble, with more columns to boot. Scattered around the walls were stands, glass cases, paintings and portraits, all of strange make and subject matter. Tarblatt himself was seated at his desk, with a large global shipping chart sprawled out over it, riddled in red lines and marks. The man raised one of his hands and beckoned Martin over.

"Thank you, Mister Iglesias. Come, sit, please."

Martin shuffled inside and slid into the open seat, only stubbing his toe on the corner of Tarblatt's desk once. He offered his hand to the man, being mindful of his large hand. "You know my name but... it's an honor to finally meet you in person." he said, repeating himself without realizing it.

"I feel meeting with all our potential Hands in person helps sway them into accepting the offer." Hugo replied, "Speaking of which... thought it over on your way any?"

"Sir I've always wanted to be a hand, but I didn't want to expect anything. It's been a yes since I read it."

"That's wonderful to hear." Hugo replied, turning his head a bit and opening one of his desk's drawers. As he rifled through it a bit, he asked, "You know who recommended you? Kantus, the clinic operator. He said your contributions to "blood treatment", as he put it, have been quite remarkable."

"I... had the feeling it was Kantus. I had no idea he was a Hand though."

"Really? Never noticed his badge?"

"He tends to... be fairly secretive. You know how he is. He'll keep your attention on exactly what part of him he wants your attention. I've tried to keep my eyes on his face since I began working for him, I get the idea he doesnt like people looking at his arms."

"Well regardless of how he feels towards others' staring, he's been quite the contributor to our efforts."

Hugo then lifted an ornate, wooden box from the drawer.
"Here..."
 He said, placing it on the desk beside the chart. He raised the lid, and from inside, he pulled a metal badge depicting a circle of interlocking, nonhuman arms. The Badge of Hands. He handed it to Martin with a wry smile on his face. "There you are."

Martin reached forward and took the badge, looking it over for moment, and then he placed it in his coat's inside pocket. "You have a... very nice staircase, I must say."

"The plaques." Hugo replied, leaning back in his leather chair. "Just a little something-something I wrote years ago. The Engineers in charge of the Observatory's construction humored me by hanging them up."

Martin nodded. "So... are there any rules I must abide by, with my new status?"

"To start out with, it's really just privileges. You'll be allowed to attend our weekly meetings when they happen. The locations rotate, you'll be sent a schedule. We mainly just talk about current and future developments, have a few drinks, and so on. Beyond that however, you'll be granted a bit of authority over residents, much like any Tier II possesses. If your select services are required for something, we will expect you to answer any summons we make. That's most everything... however... if you prove yourself both competent and trustworthy then, in time, you may reach an elevated status, even among the Hands. Kantus holds it. He is privy to... certain knowledge. You understand, yes?"

Martin nodded, but knew in cases like this simple acknowledgement didn't suffice in building respect or trust. "I understand." he reiterated.

Hugo nodded.

"All there is to it, then."


[System]
Age: 76

Gender: Female

Race: Angel

Personality: Aurelia is probably best described as warm due to her sunny disposition and her eternally optimistic outlook. In fact, her friends tend to take Aurelia being in a bad mood as a sign that something is seriously wrong and that they need to try and help correct the situation however they can. Additionally, Aurelia is a very compassionate individual, which leads her to offer her assistance to those in need. Unfortunately, Aurelia's good-hearted nature does leave her rather vulnerable to those that try to take advantage of her. This isn't helped by the fact that she has a tendency to be rather gullible and naive either.

Aurelia is rather petite, standing at a height of only just over 4' and weighing only 57 lbs. Aurelia also possesses golden hair that extends to just below the base of her neck and golden eyes, which are fairly common among angels. She usually leaves her hair down, though she has been to put it up on special occasions. Her usual attire consists of the white, red-hemmed robe of the academy over a pair of simple trousers and a simple blouse.

Biography: Born and raised in the Gray Village, it became apparent rather early on in Aurelia's life that she had a natural affinity for healing and support magic, even among angels. As such, when she was old enough, she was enrolled at the academy of healing arts in the village, where she was able to hone her abilities. While the curriculum was largely focused on the practicing of white magic, it covered a number of other topics as well, including the history and culture of the various worlds.

Somewhat recently, Aurelia has graduated from the academy as a fully-fledged white mage. Of course, she maintains her association with the academy and accepts a number of jobs from them that allow her to continue honing her abilities as a novice white mage. Plus, the jobs offered by the academy enable her to help others while earning a paycheck, so it's kind of a win-win situation.

Abilities/Weapons: Aurelia is proficient in apprentice level white magic. That means that she can cure minor wounds and ailments, remove weak curses, and bless others with protection or strength.

Aurelia also owns a simple staff made of ash wood with a pearl nestled at the top that she uses to help channel her magic.

Misc: Aurelia is left-handed.

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Kcalb walked quietly through the castle, ignoring passers-by and not even acknowledging those who said "Good Morning," or "How are you?" or even "Are you ok?" He was completely out of it this morning and had a very stressed out feeling to him.

"Good morning, Kcalb." He was only a few steps into the courtyard when he was greeted by his other half, Etihw. He stopped and glanced at her before looking back down at the ground. "Well you seem cheerful today... Come on, it's the day of the festival, at least show some emotion..." she said in a bit of a sarcastic tone. He glanced at her again before sighing. "Not now, Etihw... I... Had a rough night..."

"A rough night? Heheh... That's an understatement... You're a grumpier old man than you usually are..." she said walking up to him. "How many times have I told you..." "Yes yes, you're not an old man... Tell me another 1000 times and maybe I'll get it..." Etihw said, again in a sarcastic tone. "Come on... What's wrong? You can tell me..." she said nudging him a little. Kcalb breathed a defeated sigh and looked at her. "Do you ever have... Nightmares?"

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"Uhh, ahem. Hey there!" Eddie began. "I was going to teleport to McDo for lunch but seems like I took a detour." He joked to the two demons. Seeing the village abuzz with activity with decorations and stalls and people running around, Eddie could not help but remark. "Ooh, you guys having a party up in here?"

Ater and Arbus looked at eachother for a second before turning their gaze back to Eddie.

"Of course, it's the Grey Festival." (Ater)

"You did get an invitation, correct?" (Arbus)

"If so, great. If you simply heard of it, that's ok too." (Ater)

"Just don't cause trouble, ok? We don't want another incident happening." (Arbus)

"Any way... Welcome to the Gray Garden!" they said in unison before going back to attend to the portal. As they did, another visitor arrived. A witch in a white and red outfit followed by an avian familiar stepped out of the portal. "Blaaahhh... Why did it have to be portal travel? Portal travel is a major cause of motion sickness for a lot of people..." Vanilla said as her familiar, Zeal, rubbed her back. "Ugh... Thank you, Zeal... Number one cure for motion sickness... A comforting rub on the back..." she said smiling. Zeal gave her a small shake of his head and she tilted her head. "What? Bad wording?"

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"Ah, do you need help, Miss Macarona? I can use my bow to lift heavy things for you."

Macarona gave an exhausted smile. "T-thank you, Dorma... I would appreciate that."

"H-Hello, M-Miss Macarona? This i-is a package f-from the Healing A-Academy tent." Macarona looked to see Aurelia walking up with a box that looked too heavy for someone like her. She dropped it in front of her and Macarona covered her mouth as some items bounced out, including a bottle of water which she instinctively picked up.

"S-Sorry," she continued, blushing noticeably. "It's a box of refreshments like water and snacks for the people helping to prepare for the festival. They also wanted me to remind you to have people drink lots of water so they don't get dehydrated. Oh! And also that if someone get hurt or feels off, they should head to the Healing Academy tent for treatment."

Macarona took a big drink of water before responding. "Thank you, Aurelia... We appreciate the help and the advice..." she said smiling. "Oh... Dorma... If you're looking for Yosafire, I think she and Froze went out towards the forest to collect apples for Dialo's apple pie stand..." she said knowing that Dorma would've want to look for Yosafire after helping with the stage.
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[Assistant]
Eddie Cage

"Oh, uhh..."

"Oh, great!" Eddie then realized his mistake. "No wait, Gray Festival?"

Moments after that exchange, two more figures emerged from the black portal. Eddie saw a girl with blue hair wearing a pointy hat and a simple white and red dress. Probably a Witch, Eddie thought. And the tall guy with the facial markings, probably her familiar. He had heard of Witches before but he never actually met one. Well, he saw one before but never really actually met one. Eddie wondered if she was here for this 'Gray Festival' thing.

"If you guys don't mind me asking, what's a 'Gray Festival'?" Eddie asked everyone present.

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Dorma

"Huh? Really?" Dorma lit up. However, she wondered why Macarona would say that. Was her admiration for Yosafire that obvious. It mattered little for Dorma was immediately curious as to what her idol was up to.

However, Froze's name dashed Dorma's hopes. If she and Yosafire were together, no doubt that the Demon's attention will be focused solely on that Angel. Dorma could not help but sigh upon the revelation. "Oh, I'm not looking for her, Miss Macarona. I'm here to help you, remember?" Dorma made a crafted reply to mask her true feelings on the matter. "I was sent here by Miss Rawberry when I ran into her in the village. I thought she'd be with you." She added, derailing the topic.

"Well anyway, what's this stage going to be used for?" Dorma asked as she looked at the well-built stage standing in the open in the field.

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Angel @TaliPaendrag

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Aurelia nodded politely while Miss Macarona thanked her for the delivery of the package, glad that neither she nor the demon girl felt it necessary to mention how she had dropped the box. In fact, Aurelia couldn't help but notice that it seemed that the demon girl who had been talking with Miss Macarona barely took any notice of her at all. Not that being easily ignorable had ever particularly bothered Aurelia. "It's not a problem at all!" she said, smiling brightly as usual, once Miss Macarona had finished thanking her. "It's important that everyone pitches in so that we can have an amazing Gray Festival after all!"

As Miss Macarona talked with the demon girl, whose name was apparently Dorma, about the fact that Yosafire and Froze had gone to the forest to collect apples, Aurelia took the time to massage her arms a little through the puffy white sleeves of her uniform to try and alleviate some of the ache that had set in as she carried the package of refreshments. Though Aurelia was only somewhat paying attention to their conversation, she couldn't help but notice how much Dorma perked up at the mention of Yosafire nor could Aurelia miss how quickly she seemed to deflate upon hearing that Froze was with Yosafire.

"I'm supposed to head back to the Healing Academy's tent now that I've dropped off the package," Aurelia said once Dorma reminded Miss Macarona that she was there to help with the stage. "But seeing as how no one else is here to help, I suppose I could stay and help for a little bit as well. Though I'm not sure how useful I'll be."

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"...And what's so special about these nightmares of yours?" Etihw asked Kcalb as they walked along the path. "It's... Strange... They only ever happen around this time... And I keep hearing a name... Something that makes me shiver..." He explained as a flock of butterflies flew over them. "So..." "So... What?" "So what's the name? It takes a lot to make you of all people shiver. What's this big and scary name?" Kcalb went quiet again, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard.

"The name... Was Crow..." Etihw seemed to tense up a bit at the sound of the name. "But... That... That's impossible..." Kcalb simply shook his head at her response. "Something's going to happen... And we need to be prepared for it..." He said as they just came over the hill that overlooked the village.

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"Well, the Gray Festival is an annual celebration for the denizens of the Gray World. A special occasion to celebrate the ending of the long, bloody war between angels and demons, a war that lasted hundreds maybe thousands (exact time unknown) of years. The festival involves many different things, including stalls of trinkets, pastries, and other goodies for any at all visitors from other worlds like us to enjoy. There are also fun games, and events, like a talent show, a musical, ooooooo I am getting excited just thinking about it! I could go on on about-" And with that, Zeal picked Vanilla up and carried her to the village, all while she was still talking. Ater and Arbus's jaws were down as they were just about to explain the Gray Festival to Eddie.

"Uhhh..." (Ater)

"What she said..." (Arbus)

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"Ah... Well... She's more than likely bothering Dialo at her apple pie stand... I'm sure she'll come when... If she remembers..." Macarona said looking back at the village.

"Oh! It's actually for tonight's event... It's gonna be a bit of a musical, and then there will be big fireworks in the sky at the end." she explained.

"Your help is appreciated, Aurelia... But you may want to rest a little after your delivery..." Macarona said with a warm smile.

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Eddie Cage

"Riiiiight." Eddie replied. He tried to listen to the witch's exposition. He really did. But he could only remember some key words after she was carried off by her familiar.

For now, Eddie knew that this world was of angels and demons that fought a war against each other but now were all friends. The festival was the commemoration for that. Still, the former actor felt that was not enough and wanted more information about this new world he stumbled into. He could ask the two cat Demons directly but that was not his style.

"Gray World huh?" Eddie began. "I guess I can take a look around, if I'm allowed. Although... wandering around alone in a new place sure sounds... lonesome, don't you think?" Eddie sighed. "Are you two, by any chance, busy? I'd sure appreciate a guide. You know, show me what this world and festival has to offer."

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Dorma

"Oh! How lovely!" Dorma was already imagining how the event would go though she did not know who would be performing. Oh how she wished she could be one of the performers and be up there, singing and gaining attention and adoration from people like Yosafire. Of course there's the issue with Dorma's singing skills but a demon girl can dream as much as she wants.

"Do you know who will be performing for the event?" Dorma then asked Macarona. "Are you one of the performers?" She also asked. That one was more of a tease since she thought Macarona was... well, Macarona.

[Assistant]
"Oh, well, I think I will sit down and catch my breath for a few minutes then," Aurelia said in response to Macarona's suggestion, taking a seat on the ground near where she had been standing. Though she tried not to show it, she had to admit that it felt really good to get off her feet for even a few moments. She had basically been running about and helping the Healing Academy with preparations for the festival since dawn, so she was pretty grateful for the break.

As Aurelia sat there, listening absently as Dorma and Miss Macarona discussed the purpose of the stage and who would be performing for the event, she admired the construction of the stage for the festival. It certainly appeared well-built and durable, and it had probably taken a lot of time and effort to put together leading up to the festival. Though she couldn't know for sure, Aurelia was fairly certain that it's construction had required the work of both the angels and the demons of the Garden. In that way, it seemed almost like a monument to the community that the two groups had worked together to create following the war from so long ago.

All of a sudden, Aurelia realized that she had zoned out and started daydreaming a bit, coming to with a bit of a jerk before she stood up and addressed Miss Macarona. "Now that I've rested a bit, is there anything you would like me to help you with?" she asked, still blushing lightly.


[System]
(if elements of this CS seem OP, I assure you that I use powers in moderation and that this character is also designed to be a primary antagonist of the RP)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an "Evil Genie" that is fully independent.

Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.

Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.

Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can't be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today's top supercomputers.

-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.

-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.

-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.

The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.

The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.

-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.

-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.

Bio:

Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.

Long story short, the book's enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the "business" of being "hired" by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.

Personality:

Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That's essentially who he is.

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Etrasus loved the library at Neworth University; it was honestly the only thing to keep him interested in staying. He had dropped by at various points over the many years; the nostalgia was what kept him coming back. That and, of course, a higher than average population of witches and the like in the community. Witches meant power, of course.

Then again, evolution of society had only made it harder for him to find good victims; burning witches that didn't join him in a display of public humiliation was no longer viable. Still, he had two minions, and they kept him satisfied. For now...

It was the period before a university-wide lunchtime, when students often came in to read, work on schoolwork, the like. He got the impression that students found him creepy, although he didn't particularly care. All he cared was that students put books back where they found them. The library was expansive and contained many decent works of literature. None from his glory days, although that wasn't too bad of a thing; he found early writings to be boring, except for, of course, the Spellbook.

He sat back and picked up the novel he was reading. The period would end soon, with a small trickle of regulars coming in, no doubt. This book was a rather grim romance novel written by one of his favorites. As he read, he kept a careful eye on the double doors leading into the library.

[Assistant]
Alana was sitting in her Western Philosophy class, not really paying attention to what the professor had to say. She has already taken this class about 3 times. "If I have to take this horrible class one more time, I'm going to have to murder something," she thought to herself as the professor droned on and on. She could mouth the words he was going to say at this point.

She knew that she was going to have to do this all over again next year though as Estrasus made her do so because since it was a mandatory class, literally everyone had to take it and since everyone had to take it, if there was a witch on campus, this was the place to find them. She wasn't really in the mood for witch hunting but she really didn't have a choice. She scanned the room and made note of all of the possible witches in the classroom. Witches nowadays are usually good at concealing themselves.

Except for one of them in the back, using a magic fountain pen to take notes for him while he was doing something else. "Well, that was easier than the last one," she thought, a bit relieved at how easy the task had been. But she didn't really know how to approach him. Maybe she should just talk to him after class. Or would that be too sudden? She could pretend that she was interested in him, but that was a bit of a stretch. Or she could see if he was smart enough to 'tutor her' or maybe she could 'tutor him' since she was practically an expert and could teach the entire class herself. By the time she finished weighing her options, the class has already ended and most of the students were rushing out of there as fast as she could. She decided to confront him another day and made sure to memorize his face.

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Emily sat straight backed in her chair inside the Western Philosophy class, a normal and comfortable posture for her, while other students around her slouched in their chairs, scribbled in their notebooks and generally defiled the meaning of being a student. She noticed such things out of the corner of her eye, but she focused her efforts on taking organized and detailed notes, color-coded and alphabetized. Her bag sitting on the floor next to her weighed nearly sixty pounds, filled with leather-bound notebooks for each of her individual classes.

Even though Emily attempted to be the picture of perfection, she couldn't help but to glance over her shoulder every so often at Alana, who she knew through her mentor, Sir Edward. That girl was very much Emily's senior, but for some reason Emily got odd vibes from her, though Emily maintained the code of seniority out of respect. Right now, however, Alana kept staring off in the direction of something else...

Emily's stormy gray eyes followed the course of Alana's gaze and they met with a boy. Emily hadn't thought of Alana as being lovestruck over some feminine looking boy with an odd earring, which made him look rather somewhat peculiar. Her senior's attitude was weird, and perhaps it was nothing more than a trivial fancy, but something about the boy stuck with her. Emily wasn't one to give her attentions to men, nor they to her, but she felt the hairs on her neck stand on end whenever she gazed at him for more than a moment.

He was either a trifle, or a puzzle, or both. Sir Edward would want to know about Alana's behavior today, that much was sure. Emily turned to refocus her full attention on her education, even if this class was droll.

It wasn't too much later that Emily shut her leather-bound notebook as that bore of a Professor, Hans Glemin, let the class go. Instinctively, Emily grabbed for her intricately carved mahogany handled umbrella, that was oh-so-much more useful than just to keep one's self from getting soaked in the rain that blanketed the area of Neworth at times. It was a family heirloom, functioned as an excellent cane, but most importantly of all it was her wand, the instrument with which she performed all of her magic, and her most treasured possession.

Sweeping out of the class was easy, even amidst the throng. Her family's status naturally parted the proverbial sea before her, and she made her way quickly to the library, where her mentor was sure to be lurking. Just outside the double doors, she made sure to smooth over her attire, which still looked miraculously meticulous even at this hour, and ran a hand over her hair to tuck one misplaced strand back into it's rightful place. She pushed quietly on the doors, and was greeted by Sir Edward lounging there, looking like he owned the place. As well he should! He had more power than any of these simpletons, and possessed more intellect than even the most esteemed professors who tried to preach their foolishness during each class.

Gathering herself, she greeted her mentor. "Hello, sir. How are you doing today?"

[Assistant]
Aiace could have actually shouted for joy when the boring class finally ended, had he not been about ready to just pass out again. How could anyone manage to make any subject sound so torturous? He had actually gone into the class kind of excited, too, hoping to actually learn something he could use. Instead, the only useful thing he seemed to be learning was that it was, indeed, possible to die of boredom and that it was even more possible for a tone of voice to actually be a murder weapon. That light he saw when he woke up about twenty-five minutes ago probably wasn't actually a reflective surface sticking out of someone's bag and shining the light in the room into his face, but the gate to the afterlife...

The tired thoughts flying about rather dramatically in his head were pushed back as he noticed the cluster of students trying to save themselves by exiting as swiftly as possible. Honestly, Aiace had the same idea, but it seemed that he was a bit slow to act upon it. I'd rather not push my way through...I'm still too drained... Sighing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and stayed leaning against the wall while he waited for the space to clear a little. Next time, I'll sit closer to the door...But I guess I can finish coming up with the recipes for the week for the time being.

Pulling his bag off his shoulder again, the bespectacled boy began to search for the notebook he had been writing his recipe plans in when he noticed the girl who just walked through the crowd of students as if they hardly even existed. That girl was pretty well-known, wasn't she? Top of the class in every way...at least, that's what he thought he remembered. It was pretty hard to forget someone who never seemed to have so much as an eyelash out of line, though. Of course, he didn't know her personally, he just saw her every Tuesday and Thursday in this class, a model student as always. How she remained immune to the toxic teaching skills of Professor Glemin was beyond him, but he doubted that he could actually get the answer himself.

Still, that would be quite a useful thing to know...

[User]
Etrasus looked up as Emily walked in. He still marveled at how she kept her appearance in such high state, considering how he tended to not care about keeping his personal appearance in any particular state of perfection. Her unique personality and dedication had kept her around longer than she realized - not that he brought up what was an eventual fate for witches and genies under him typically. Then again, she continued to be useful, and he would not throw away such an asset.

As she greeted him, he responded with a "Ah, welcome... I trust the professor did not put you to sleep?"

He had met the professor a few times, and even in casual conversation he was a bore to listen to. He had no idea how he still managed to stay employed, he had to surely bore the headmaster...


[System]
Appearance:
Race: Human
Occupation: unoccupied.
Life style: Opportunist, survivalist.
Age: 22
Skill Set: Lockpicks, Sneak, Medicine, Small guns.
Perks: Thief, Scoundrel, Fortune finder, Rad resistance, Night person, Light step, Silent running.
Weapons of choice: Ak-47 assault rifle.
Outfit: As in the image above. The 'ears' of the skull has been taped in and made of plastic. The helmet add-ons tend to vary from what she can find for her style.
Addiction: Gambling problem.

[User]
New York City, well, what's left of it anyways. After the falling of the bombs the city became a crumbling death trap, hardly anything worth remembering still stands and the people that didn't make it to safety in time became shadows on the wall. The Outlands are filled with dangers, bounty hunters, raiders, slavers, even the infamous Dread Riders. Dollar bills don't cut it anymore. Only thing that is worth money out here is caps and anything that means law out here is bullets, it all started when YOU left the safety of the Vault

Found out that life out here was tough and you did what you could to survive. I doubt you all would recognize each other, just know that if you think really hard. You...might just...Remember...

August 17, 2354...

a man was running covered in blood, panting in a panic, he stopped to catch his breath and looked around and there was the sound of a armored covered foot hitting the ground and he looked over his shoulder and could see a figure in the distance and kept running, he turned the corner and looked left and right and ran into a building on the left. And kept going to the he was stopped and he hid in a broom closet on the 16th floor. The armored covered man that followed turned where the man turned and looked left, then right. He looked at his wrist and pressed a button and his visor hummed and scanned the ground for a heat trail. He turned left and exhaled and dirty air came out of the helmets vents. He walked into the building on the left and followed the heat trail up to the 16th floor. He stood in front of the broom closet and the man inside pulled out his gun and fired 6 shots That pinged against the armored plated chest. The armored man clenched his fist and pulled his fist back and punched through the door with his power fist, grabbed the man and pulled him out shattering the door. "Mr. Hilton, for the actions of murder and rape. You have a bounty on your head for 400 caps. Time to cash in." And with that the armored man set him down, broke off the ring finger and punched him out a window from the 16th story. The armored bounty hunter looked out the window as man once known as Mr. Hilton hit the ground dead. "Justice is collected." The armored man walked out of the building and walked over to a armored car and pressed a button on his knuckle and the car opened. He took off his helmet and got in the car and placed the helmet on the passage seat and shut the door, and opened up a computer terminal in the dashboard and typed in a notice to collect his bounty. He confirmed that the target was dead, and pulled up the wanted list and saw that Hilton was X'd. He closed the terminal and started up his armored car and drove away from his kill to go collect his caps.

While driving across the Outlands he made a stop by his home in a abandoned garage, he got out of his car and looked around as he shut his gate and locked it and walked into his house. He turned on the security system outside and the turret on his roof started to scan the perimeter and a protectron and Mr. Gutsy walked the perimeter. While inside the man walked over to a desk with computer on it. 'Name and voice recognition' the man smiled. "Brett Mathis" the computer logged in and pulled up a lot of information on other targets. Unlocked his safe and pulled out a bag of caps and pulled out 400 caps and placed them in his shoulder compartment.

[Assistant]
A figure quietly moved through a neighborhood that at one point had undoubtedly been a bustling neighborhood filled with all sorts of people. Some good, some bad, some a bit of both, though that hardly mattered now. The lines between good and bad were a thing of the past, having long since been trampled, blurred, and smeared in the blood of those who would do anything to survive. People like the man moving listlessly through the neighborhood as if he were sight seeing. Physically speaking, the man was fairly unremarkable in appearance; his clothes were covered in a combination of dirt, tears, and sloppily sewn together patches to cover even larger tears. His face was just as rugged as his clothing, covered in bandages and scars that, while considered tame -even mundane- in this day and age, would have made most cross the street to avoid him several centuries ago. The only thing on this man that was actually worthy of being given pause was the string of severed fingers that was tied around his neck, seven in total, and all of them in various states of decay.

The man snorted and spat onto the pavement as he approached a fenced in garage, casting a weary glance at the turret, protectron, and Mister Gutsy as they took aim at him. The man held his breath for a moment, wondering if perhaps he would be mistaken for an intruder rather than an ally. The breath would be blown out quite audibly as one by one the machines would turn away from him and resume their previous activities. "Those things are going to malfunction any day now, I swear..." He muttered as he reached out and rattled the gate, "Hey Brett, you in there man? It's me Dimitri! Turned out West Virginia was a treasure trove!" He shouted, heedless of whomever would be around to hear. The man -Dimitri- pulled the finger necklace from around his neck, not even flinching at the scent of decay that emanated from the digits. Dimitri had long since become adjusted to the smell of rotted flesh and death, it came with the territory after all. Even if he were still squeamish about the smell, the fourteen hundred caps to be received for turning in all of the fingers was more that enough to make him put up with it for a while. Dimitri smirked as he jingled the string of fingers for a bit, pleased with his work. With seven hundred caps to be split between Brett and himself Dimitri figured that he could potentially squeeze a night or two of food and refuge out of Brett before he moved on again, maybe even a bottle of whiskey to boot if he caught Brett in a good mood.

[User] Brett looked outside and turned of the security system and opened the gate and went over to the Ham radio and through the loud speakers he spoke. "Come on in Dimitri, I got a location for your next target from HQ, and we have to head to HQ in a few days." He got up and unlocked the door, and turned on the lights to the house, both he and Dimitri, we're high level bounty hunters and it's no laughing matter. High level bounty hunters are top class and dangerous to get in the way of. Brett, became known as the Steel Bruiser, because of his 298th contract. A target hired 500 raiders to protect him and Brett wearing his black steel power armor and wielding a power fist. He caved in the chests, broke the necks, shattered the spines of each raider and when he reached his contract he broke each bone before crushing the skull like a pancake under his boot, and took his finger.

[Assistant]
It hadn't been that exciting day for Zanny so far... though that was mostly due of her still sleeping over the early afternoon on the roof of an apartment building. When not in habitable spots of the city, she preferred outside at her campsites greatly... mostly due of no-one else thinking the same way. Sure, the cover from rain was nice, but then you also had competition. Zanny really couldn't handle competition as there were people who were good in what they did and then the people who would be biting dust due of the former people... and as much as Zanny didn't want to think of that, she was most certainly deep in the second department.

The snoring came to abrupt stop as the sun had reached to her eyelevel, Zanny grunting annoyed for a moment before sitting up, her back cracking a little from the movement after the rather uncomfortable spot. She was muddy, wet from the damp atmosphere, dirty... it would seem about time to get a bit of break and go back to the town. Then again, Zanny had been only gathering a little scrap from her few days, not nearly enough to let her have a hot meal, let alone a safe roof, or some clean water. Getting on her feet, Zanny looked down to the half collapsed blocks around her, taking a couple of looks in case of 'opportunities' as she called them. She wasn't too fond of a simple murder, but desperate times called desperate measures, and she got quite the vantage point to take out some lonely scavenger with backpack full of goodies down the street.


[System]
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: Mystic/Enchanter/Occasional Merc

Personality

That Tahira's is Intelligent is clear to anyone who speaks with her, she can bandy words with the best when she wants to and is surprisingly well-educated. However, as a result of being ostracized in her early childhood she is often Aloof and closed off. That doesn't mean she is hesitant to interact with others, it only means she doesn't have a lot of experience connecting with people emotionally. Anyone who works with her can tell you she is Hard Working, always willing to shoulder the burden herself if need be, and although few have had a chance to experience it she is extremely Loyal.

Interests

Tahira discovered a love for travel on her way to the Blue Moon Tavern, the world is a much bigger place than she thought it was growing up. She also loves to learn, whether it's history or how to make a dish her hunger for knowledge is insatiable. She also possesses a strong desire to protect the things that matter to her.

Appearance Details
Body build: Curvy, Athletic
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Short, Wavy
Hair color: Raven
Skin color: Pale
Eye/Iris color: Amber
Height/Weight: 145 lbs.
Notable Features: Will be noted.

Clothing Description
Robes, typically hooded, of varying lengths, colors and styles.

Equipment
Scale armor cuirass, and whatever she can create magically.

Weapon(s)
A long, curved blade dagger in a holster she keeps on her lower back.

Powers
None

Abilities
None

Talents
Reading, Writing, Runic Script, Magical Lore, Wilderness Survival, Herbalism/Alchemy, Poison Tolerance, Astrology, hand-to-hand combat and light weapons training.

Magic
Mysticism and Auramancy. She primarily draws on the power of the spirit to protect, detect and enchant, or make constructs out of spirit energy.

Tahira's Impressions
Sessamaru: "So virtuous, he has either seen too little of the world or too much."

Historia Saurvale:"It would not hurt others to be as courteous as she."

Saha Thulaja Era: "She is at home in the Blue Moon, something that is unexpected for one of her kind, but she is still dangerous."

Katelia:"I do not blame her for her reticence, it is clear that she has sufferred."

Julio: "I know little of that one's motives, but perhaps we share a common interest in nature's remedies."

Azzrix Grimmor: "Boasting does an assassin nothing, the best killers die unremarked."

Margaret von Eisenberg: "I know her type too well to trust her, but perhaps I could learn something from her."

Naida Marcoon: "I would be hard pressed to find a patron who doesn't like her."

Drubbins: "His yearning to learn is admirable, I hope it carries him far in life."

Mysaren: "She is quite...statuesque, and shows a surprising frugality which others could learn from."

Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: "Regardless of what is said about him, that lizard has seen things."

Claire Alexandria: "There could be more to that one than meets the eye, I wouldn't mind finding out."

Viggo Malmsteen: "I know little of music."

Rouen Fulgur: "If he were to rule, they would call him a tyrant."

Felan the Wolf: "A man of humble origins, he reminds me of shaman I once knew."

[User]
NaidaBlue Moon Tavern

Naida rolls her eyes as Sess asks for another bowl. She quickly dishes him some more, this time adding a little fairy dust to it so it will quell his hunger for at least a good hour, and says, "Alright, great! You and I can do a job together. I get to choose." She sets the bowl down in front of him, sticking her tongue out at him in a childish way as she does, and flits over to the job board, hovering above most of the people's heads. She notices one that looks very interesting and pulls it down off the board. Taken She reads the description quickly and flits back over to Sess, showing him the job. "How's this one? I think I know the daughter; I've seen her in here with her parents more than once." She then notices that it says that the island is on the river nearby. She smiles, delighted. It has been a long time since she has been in her mermaid form and she fears that she would die of withdrawal if she were to go any longer.

"If we do this job, we need to stop by my house before we head out," she tells Sess. "Ileft my bow and arrows back there, along with a few of my knives. I hope that's alright." Her eyes scan over the paper again, curious on how much the reward is. It doesn't say, but from what she has seen from the parents, they are quite rich. She looks over at Bernard and says, "Hey, Bernard! I might be leaving a little early today." She grins at him and holds up the paper. "Gotta job to do."

[Assistant]
[Sessamaru]
Sess swiftly continues to eat the stew, slowing down when he noticed a strange new flavor, almost like an exotic spice. The swordsman looked at the bowl, then to Naida. With a sigh and a shrug, he finished the new dish and wandered away into the kitchen. There was a commotion, a lot of yelling from the chef, and the kitchen door explodes open with Sessamaru running out of it, holding a giant pot full of the stew. "Miss Naida! Let's go!" He cried, fearing for his life whilst being chased by the chef and the other cooks. The cooks and chef began to throw objects at the fleeing Sess, who chugged the pot down while running, each object miraculously missing him. Dropping the now empty pot, the swordsman reached the door and left the tavern, leaving Naida to her own devices.

[User]
Rouen looked hard at the priest. He shifted his gaze to the wall behind him. There were several papers attached to it. "Okay thank you," he replied curtly to the man. Other people seemed to be trying to talk to the priest so Rouen maneuvered around them to look at the board.

He searched the wall with a finger for anything mentioning a cave. "A help board? Well that is a new idea," he thought looking at the variety of requests. Many of the requests seemed juvenile, like petty thievery or missing pets. They were jobs meant for squires and the local guard force. Things that were of no interest to Rouen at all.

He found what the priest was talking about."A cave eh? Well hopefully I get the luck of the draw this time around," he thought. "I wouldn't be surprised if what this priest thinks a remnant is turned out to be another overgrown solitary fay creature."

Rouen had searched many caves, abandoned houses, and valleys in the past nine months of travelling. Most of them were just that. Caves, abandoned houses, and valleys. Occasionally he would run into some fay creature like an ogre or harpy. Even then the majority of them were fairly harmless. None had actual Remnants.

He sighed, "Well this is the only information I have so far, maybe it will actually lead me somewhere."However, as he turned around a smile grew on his face.

"Back to the field," he thought happily thinking of this next part of his journey. The field was a term he used for where the action occurs. It was where battles took place, quests were completed, and history happens. Rouen didn't care if this cave turned out to be just some abandoned spookhole. He was a knight. The field, whether it be some cave, castle, forest, or a plain landscape was his duty. It was where he found his purpose.

He walked toward the bar where there was an empty bowl of soup and half a mug of ale. Shuffling through his pouch he put down two silver coins. Looking at the big man who looked like the bartender Rouen said, "This should cover the stew," he said. He then put another silver coin down, "And this is for the lady. Please pass on my compliments."

He turned and it looked like people in the bar seemed to be crowding over the message board. "So many people willing to help each other. This may be a fay tavern but the community seems to be healthy. It must be the human aspect," he thought.

His eyes shifted to some of the more conspicuous folks. There was a woman wearing a robe made of a swirl of vibrant colors. "She must be important, I've only seen diplomats and high nobility wear such expensive gowns," he thought and couldn't help but admire her figure.

He next looked at the one-armed village girl and glared. "Bah, someone will teach her manners one day. I shouldn't overreact like that again, it is beneath my station," he thought.

Smile on his face, Rouen turned towards the tavern door and began to walk onto the road.

[Assistant]
After his little spat with the witch, Viggo swung by the bar, sitting down on a stool nearby his iced bucket of beer bottles. He uncorked one with his teeth and quickly consumed its contents, resting his idle hand flat on his guitars strings. Once sated, the guitarist stood again, wiping his lips with this thumb, and cast his gaze in the direction of Rouen who had been looking over the various contracts pinned to the large message board. With a huff, Viggo pushed himself off his seat and made his way over to the board to see if he could find something to do.

Viggo poured over the messages, rolling his eyes at more than one. "Boo hoo, you lost a dog.. Buy a new one.." he uttered quietly while hunched forward to pour over the rest of the notices. At last, his eyes fixated on one that seemed worthy of his talents. After noting the details to memory, Viggo moved towards the bar, whistling to get Bernard's attention.

"Hey, Bernie, what's the deal with this daughter situation. The island quest, with the uh, disgusting tribespeople" he would question, leaning forward onto the bar, having swung his guitar behind his back once more.

[User]
NaidaBlue Moon Tavern

Naida stares after Sess as he runs out the door, mouth agape, before slamming her palm into her forehead and dragging it down her face with an exasperated sigh. "You've got to be kidding," she murmurs to herself. She quickly helps the cooks and chefs pick up their things, apologizing profusely for her friend's behavior before grabbing the job and flying toward the door. She sees Sessamaru walking farther up and she sighs. She probably isn't going to be able to get him to go toward her house. She begins to fly slightly above the ground before she flies over to her house rapidly.

Not bothering to go in through the door, she flies in through the window she always keeps open. She quickly grabs her quiver of arrows and her wooden bow that she got from her mother's former friends. She stares at the bow for a brief moment, tears beginning to form at the edge of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away and pulls the quiver and bow over her shoulders. She then walks over to her closet and pulls out a few knives, shoving them in her boots. She then grabs her dark blue head back and pushes her hair back out of her face. She is about to fly back out the window when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She notices the scar on her stomach, slightly exposed under her mid-length cropped t-shirt. She sighs, running her hand along it for a moment before she flits back out then window in a dash of fairy dust and glitter.

She flies above the road for a brief moment before she sees Sess still walking down the road. She flies down and lands next to him, still gripping the job in her hand. She shakes herself a little bit and smiles at him. "So, you ready?"

[Assistant]
In response to Priest's concerns, Tahira expressed her agreement with a polite nod. While she appeared distant and mysterious to some, it were those very qualities which would point the astute observer to one of her defining traits, caution. If the priest thought the mission was too difficult to perform alone, she would seek out at least one partner to join her on the job, despite their potential to get in the way of her own scholarly interests in the gem. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long to find a prospective partner. As Rouen walked away from the board, and others came and went, Kat stepped up and pulled down the Arcane Collective's flyer.

Glancing at her leopard, she said "Wanna kill some Drakas?"

Although the question had not been directed at her, Tahira stepped closer and provided her own answer. "If you seek another partner to accompany you, I am quite interested in this quest," while speaking, she turned her eyes from Kat to Hel and back, as if addressing them both. She had not had much interaction with these two, as they did not stray near the library in which she spent most of her time, but they had proven themselves capable trackers from what she had heard.