[System]
5' 6" in height, that's 167 in centimeters.
Also of course she wouldn't be wearing just that t-shit, and sorry for the small picture.

Hearsay: Rena is a pretty well recognized face around campus, and is almost always described as very friendly. She is known to be fairly active in class, even in lectures. Despite multiple recommendations from counselors and peers alike to take leadership roles, Rena as so far has refused, however she sometimes lends a hand in organizing school events. She doesn't stay in the dorms, but is rumored to be living within walking distance. Furthermore very little is actually known about her private life. Overall Rena is recognized to be a star student, and almost a minor celebrity in her own right.

[User]
Well... Jeremy's advice was pretty basic for the most part, even she knew all of this already. Still it's the thought that mattered, and she was more than able to recognize that. Rena was somewhat stuck on what to talk about next, she could keep going on about Skyrim, but what else was there to say? Then she realized, Jeremy was probably a fan of Bethesda games in general, hell who wasn't? "I know I'm smart, thanks for feeding my ego!" Rena looked properly smug with herself. For such a loner guy, he can be quite relaxed around her even if she was still effectively a stranger, sharing a major interest like this really does wonders doesn't it? Anyway she knew they'll be waiting for a good deal longer, so perhaps it was time to add some drama to the conversation.

Rena's mood shifted dramatically, despite the fact that she almost always smiles, for some reason out of the blue she adopted a very solemn expression. She was serious about something now. "Jeremy..." She spoke slowly and deliberately, wanting to tread carefully as not to mince your words. She then waited, the air around her felt stagnant, only adding to the effect. "I have a extremely serious question to ask you..." Rena stared Jeremy directly in the eyes, an ironclad, unblinking stare. "On a scale of ten to ten, how much do you love Fallout?"

[Assistant]
Brushing aside her remark as just "Rena being Rena" again, he suddenly found her being serious for once. Oh lord. This could be anything. What was it? The suspense was absolutely killing him; he almost asked her what she was going to ask. Then it hit him, like the atomic bomb that blew up Megaton. Do you like Fallout. All the suspense and fear led to that? Well, shoot. Jeremy almost felt embarrassed for expecting something serious out of Rena's mouth... maybe she just took Fallout very seriously? Regardless, he had some bad news.

"Ahahah... Sorry. I get a lot of shit for this, but I could never really get too into Fallout," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. I can see why other people like it, but I just feel so out of place when playing it... I just don't enjoy post-apocalyptic settings too much I guess." Jeremy frowned a little, expecting himself to be coerced to play the game further from what he's gathered about her so far. He secretly hoped she wasn't that extreme, but waited for her to react before changing the subject.

[User]
---

It was about a good half an hour later when the pair finished eating and were standing outside the cafe. Rena had to admit the pizza wasn't nearly the best she ever had, but hey it was passable, plus she doubted it was something people typically ordered there anyway. During the rest of the time she kept the conversation rolling by talking about whatever gaming topic came to mind, it was pretty nice being a very casual discussion. Whatever the case was, it was time to wrap up the evening.

Rena with her hands behind her back, rocked back and forth on her balls of her feet, while of course grinning at Jeremy. "Gotta say, as far as dates go this one wasn't bad at all... although I don't go on dates in the first place." She knowingly teased, by now he should know she wasn't serious. "Seriously though, it was pretty fun, and I know you had a good time yourself, don't lie to me." She mockingly accused him with a pointed finger.

Coming into this she honestly didn't see it exactly ending up like this, before Jeremy just seemed like a lonely guy who needed a pick me up, least before something were to happen. Now after getting to know the barest about who he is... well he might actually be a potentially great friend, she had to lock him in. "Right, well I'm thinking you should pick where we're going on our next 'date' after all isn't that the guy's job, hmm?" There was going to be a next time, she'll make sure of it.

[Assistant]
Unlike the pizza whose mediocre taste was unknown to Jeremy, his regular choice of soup and hot chocolate graced his mouth more as the two talked for a while. Well, Rena did most of the talking, but he was still enjoying himself knowing she took interest in a lot of the same things he did. Despite Rena's intrusive nature which the shy man wasn't used to, the thought of actually having a friend was rather calming and made him forget about the fear of being persecuted.

The two were outside now, and Rena was talking about how much fun she had. This only reaffirmed his feelings about the "date." By now, the awkwardness that came around being with Rena was only faint, so obvious jabs didn't really do much to him anymore. "I won't lie, Rena. I might keep secrets, but I'll never lie. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with someone else before," he softly admitted with a smile.

Jeremy then kept to his thoughts a bit before answering her last bit. "Well, uhm... I really don't know of any other places," he meekly admitted before turning to her. "I'd much rather see what your idea of a good pizza place is! They don't normally get orders for pizza here, so I'm sure it didn't blow you away... but it still looked good enough to make me want to try something you think is good." The difference was already night and day. Rena was surely rubbing off on him now, and Jeremy felt like it could only seem to get better.

[User]
Rena shook her head, "Na, I chose pizza and I got pizza, that was my go." She paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that's it... I want a mutual relationship here, meaning the both of us give and take. So, you get to make decisions too, think of it as exercising your autonomy. Rena smiled reassuringly. "Just pick wherever, I'm sure it'll be fantastic." Jeremy seemed like the kind of guy who goes with the flow, nothing wrong with that but...

Before she could take off there was one last thing to do, "Anyway, I'm about ready to call it a day, but first you're gonna need this." Rena slipped a small piece of paper in Jeremy's hand, it was a number. "Get in touch later, alright?" She waited for Jeremy's response, of course not wanting to be rude, then turned away, and gave a curt wave. Hopefully she'll actually hear back from him later.

---

Rena checked her wording once more, now satisfied she sent the text.

[Hey, let's meet up in the library like usual, I'll be here.]

It's been a month since the couple's fated meeting, there were high and lows, still with everything considered, she felt things were going pretty well. Certainly others noticed how much time she was spending with Jeremy, absolutely she wasn't ashamed to seen with him... although why would she be? Over the month Rena made a point to keep a constant presence in the guy's life, well while also trying to get too annoying about it. If there's one thing she learned about Jeremy, he's an introverted person, getting too intrusive would do far more harm that good.

For the time being Rena had to wait, so she picked a nice sitting area with quite fluffy chairs and coffee tables at just the right height to rest her legs on, it was one of her favorite spots in the library. She reasoned it shouldn't take too long for Jeremy to arrive, and he should know where to find her, so that wouldn't be a problem.

[Assistant]
It looked like picking the spot for their next meeting fell upon his shoulders again. Well, at least the way she made it sound was nice. A mutual relationship where both partners give and take. Still though, maybe the fact that Jeremy picked where they ate completely passed her by, but oh well. At least it didn't have to be pizza this time. His roommate should certainly know the best places to get some food.

Afterwards, Rena slipped a small piece of paper into his hand before leaving. Blinking and somewhat confused, the boy opened it up to reveal Rena's phone number scribbled down onto it. I mean, sure, he had a phone, but it was quite old. Like, numberpad flip-phone old. How he was ever going to text someone on that was a mystery, but he'd figure it out anyway.

"I will. Goodnight," he assured before turning to leave himself.

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[Hey, let's meet up in the library like usual, I'll be here.]

Jeremy's phone buzzed on his desk; a feature on his new phone that he was all too familiar with by now. He didn't have any other friends who would call or text him regularly, so it meant only one thing: Rena. It had been a month since their chance encounter, and Rena's done everything in her power to try and be a key person in his life. Jeremy still remembers then time Rena freaked out about his old flip-phone; "How do you even LIVE with that?" She persuaded him to get a new one on the spot; not like he needed much persuasion. Now that he had an actual use for texting, it was easier to make the switch despite how slowly he typed on the touch screen.

Jeremy picked it up and quickly responded.

[Okay, I'll be there soon.]

Rena still made a point that talking face-to-face was much better, despite the phone's ease of use. She'd been trying to get him to relax when it came to social situations, and it seemed to be paying off quite well. Despite Rena being his only real friend- he'd gained some acquaintances by hanging out with her- Jeremy felt that he knew her much better and was much easier to deal with.

The boy put on his glasses. While the blushing-when-looked-at Jeremy was gone, there was still obviously room for improvement. He stuttered a fair bit and had trouble talking to people who weren't Rena, and being around people for extended periods of time was tiring, but he had one thing he didn't have before, though: Confidence. Despite all of his shortcomings still present, he at least now had the power to make them not drag his mood down. He wasn't cumbersome to be around anymore, unlike before when he would just look away uncomfortably out of embarrassment and keep to himself.

Jeremy looked at the clock on his phone's lock screen. Saturday, 12:47PM. He had the whole afternoon ahead of him, and it was Rena's turn to pick where they went to hang out. They'd always use the library as a meeting place; somewhere to discuss what they'd be doing for the rest of the day.

"Guess I'd better go," he mumbled to himself, pocketing his phone before leaving his dorm.

---

The library. A familiar place to Jeremy for many reasons. When he first started attending school here, it was his sanctuary. Always coming here with his laptop to get away from his roommate and his dorm, but he's no longer had the need to shy away from him as much. Of course, there'd be times where Jeremy and Rena would pick games from his steam library and play them on his laptop, but it was more often that he was just hanging out with her outright. Again, the Library was more their meeting place now, and Rena was sitting in the spot the two had claimed.

Jeremy walked up to her with a smile and a wave before plopping down next to her. "So, what are you dragging us into today?" he teasingly asked. He learned quickly that making jabs back at her was a good way of staying on her level, but she was still much better at it than he was.

[User]
When Jeremy found her Rena didn't reply right away, actually she didn't even acknowledge him at first, instead she was busy on her phone doing... something. Once she found what she was looking for she showed Jeremy the screen, it was a picture or more specifically a screenshot

From behind the smart phone she laughed. "Bethesda... Bethesda never changes..." She was sure no explanation was needed, it was a pretty obvious and even Jeremy would understand. Still chuckling Rena tucked the phone into her front pocket. Speaking about clothes on that day she was wearing a gray hoodie, and a pair of worn jeans; none of that artificial wear and tear mind you, these jeans really had seen some days. Underneath her hoodie was a black t-shirt, and for shoes she was simply wearing blue sneakers.

Rena sighed and stared at the ceiling. "As much as it pains me to say this, I got no idea what to do today." She smirked and dismissively waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know a shocker, but it's getting pretty cold out there, plus I doubt we really have the cash to do any else."

She was lying, sort of, there was somewhere she wanted to go, but in a rare turn of events... she was honestly somewhat embarrassed to make the suggestion. Rena sighed again, she shouldn't let herself be embarrassed, it wasn't like she was a teenager anymore, right? It just seemed childish, hell she was an adult now... it wouldn't be a big deal to ask, yeah... it won't. Rena rolled over in her chair to face Jeremy. "Wanna go to my place?


[System]
Username: JSAVVY
Age: 21

Race: Ash Phoenix

Class: Rouge Healer

Appearance: Flowing black hair of dust (when contacted by earth elements the ends tend to glimmer and spark maroon). Left eye of a violet color where the iris is nearly completely enveloped by the pupil, while right iris is a golden brown (blinding to anyone who should gaze upon it for too lengthy a period). Built of a sickly stature, seemingly frail and unable to walk without a crutch. Skin gray with the tiniest sprinklings of a magical fire orange glow(best seen in the darkest of times).

Short Bio: As a child of approximately 3 years old Corbeau was abandoned by her family. Shocked awake by the slight stir in atmosphere she runs to grab her mother's hand only to realize that neither her or her father were present in bed ( quite unkempt if I might add). As she runs outside she finds that the brilliant garden of freedom she once knew has already started to sink into the depths of evil and darkness. Come daylight it is well understood to Corbeau that anyone who should step foot onto the snapping grass of the forest is morphed into it's own worst nightmares and after only a few hours will have killed or deenergized all beings within it's limited 3 yard range. Enough about children, reminiscing is for the weak. I am a woman now and this is my story. I keep this forest safe from grabbers and uphold all standards of vermin. The silent, helpless beasts of the forest are the only faithful beings on earth and the rest of us, well, let's just say that in the end there is a kingdom of color for them and colorful furnace for us.

Good attributes: nurturing to the helpless creatures of Hellandisle (a.k.a. the black forest), memory of an elephant (knows forest like her own palm), heightened senses, resourceful, passionate sense of duty

Bad Attributes: emotionally unstable, power beyond control, racist, sheltered (nearly to the point of being mute), reluctance to kill

[User] Golden morning. Chirping of sharckits strangely soothing. It means none intruders and minut chance the 'call of the wild' shall disturb getting the worm. Term of endearment brain has placed upon brothers and sisters of the forest who, for still quite mysterious reasons to brain, go rogue, attack, and leave brethren to attract intruders. Keeping forward: eyes and ears must run and acquire the worm. Larking toward sky horns today. Riverspires rather bleak. Note to brain: take trip to color chest on Treble mount and caress the woman. Riverspires no good if fallen and Melody yet has not paled a revival.

[Assistant]
This grass is strange.

Evelysia, a few feet into "the black forest" near her old home, looked more closely at the grass. Her keen eyes discovered the tendrils of green had small, spiked teeth, like that of a venus fly trap. She rose quickly back up, sneering at the strange grass. There was a faint sound emitting from them. This is unsettling. Good thing I'm wearing shoes.

She kept walking, keeping to the cool shadows. I must find this phoenix... there's no other way.

[User]
As Aruna walked through the woods she noticed that the grass seemed to hiss lightly as she walked. Upon closer inspection she saw that the grass had small teeth, like a Venus flytrap. So far it didn't seem to do anything, but Aruna didn't want to take the chance. she used her strong draconic legs and jumped up to grab a low branch, then swung herself into a crouched position on top of it. she then continued to walk through the tops of the trees.
damn, it's quiet.
And indeed it was. Though it was early morning the sun should just be coming over the horizon, but it wasn't. the trees were so dense and thick that no sunlight got through, and it was so still and so silent you might almost think that time had stopped. She stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and take a short break. As she did she felt... something. And it was nearby. She stilled herself in the tree and waited. It was not long before a beautiful woman with bright red hair walked out of the darker part of the woods. She was pale and looked not at all prepared for a hike through the woods.
I mean, look at those shoes. Her feet must be killing her. She must be from Eclysite. It's the closest big city to Hellenisle, but still it's a few days travel away... why's she here?
She leaned in to get a better view of the mysterious woman but as she did the branch she was balancing on let out a loud CRACK.
Aruna went perfectly still and waited to see if her mystery woman had heard her.

[Assistant]
Evelysia felt a phantom racing heart beat, though the vessel in her chest no longer stirred, as the cracking sound of the branch emanated throughout the woods. Head snapping to the source of the sound, the glimpse she got of dark scales and flesh was enough to make her quickly disappear further into the woods, her dark cloak billowing behind her.

No one can know I'm here.

Cursing the unfriendly eyes that had seen her, she blindly flew forward still. A scent began to fill her nose as she ran on, growing ever stronger.

Is that... maple?

[User]
She definitely moves faster than a normal human... And she doesn't want to be followed.
A small grin came to her lips.
Well, I never was good at taking the hint.
Aruna strapped her bag to the tree and used her knife to mark it so that she could find it later. she would need full mobility, and her pack would slow her down.
She also removed her cloak and exposed the black scales on her forearms and back, as well as her tail, Tail Whip, and wings. She stretched her wings to get them loose, Then she began to move through the trees at a much quicker pace back towards the Redheaded... whatever she was. For all Aruna knew that woman was also here for the phoenix. And that was not a risk she would take.
As she ran on all fours through the tree's branches she flicked her tail and there was a small SHINK as the blades on the tail whip slid into position as a blade on the end of her tail. She also removed her knife and placed in her mouth so she could use all of her limbs to move rapidly through the trees.
Soon she began to feel that same presence she had earlier.
She's close.
 @JadedPetals

[Assistant] That noise. Ears say high. Infernape? Odd, early for his likes. Eyes scan. Wh - what in hell. INTRUDER. How? why? So much for the early birdy. *draw bow* Sharckits not attacking. No yawking. Looks human. Exorbitantly less breathing. Unarmed. Unfortunate. Must protect isle. Evade and distract

[User] Double trouble. New beast, not in the slightest unthreatening. Breath. Realign sights. Observe. Black scales. Razor Sharp tail. Wings. Climber. Brain, it can't be? Zakrom went rogue long ago and was put down. Spire claws won't do much damage hear. In need of backup. More eyes. Extra shade. YAWK YAWK YAWK. Oh now we speak up. Blood has been split. "Chika chika"

[Assistant]
Sigh... this is the last thing I need. Evelysia knitted her brows together in irritation. I don't feel like dealing with that brute. Where can I hide?

She dipped below a mangled tree and behind a thicket. Evelysia drew her cloak tightly around her, blending into the shadow.

[User]
Aruna slowed her dash through the trees and began to creep, using her draconian eyes to try and find the woman she had seen.
hmm.... I know she's in this area, but I need something to draw her out.
Aruna heard a buzzing as she sat thinking and looked up to see a Sythe Wasp nest. She grinned wickedly as an idea came to her. She cleared her voice and spoke so that she was sure the woman could hear.
"Hey! I know you're around here somewhere! And I'm giving you one chance to come out and give yourself up! You won't like the concequences!"
She stood on the branch, posed and waiting.

[Assistant] Anger. How dare - UGH. Don't touch my things. Riverspire doesn't belong to you. Love and I will have your head for this pain. "Greetings." "Ground dwellers; dig traps from here to mount Treble. Flyers; follow them both and keep me informed. Swingers; you know what to do. Be careful family, these are not our normal outsiders."

[User]
This is becoming increasingly annoying.

"What," her voice came out as a snarl, "do you want?"

[Assistant]
Aruna smiled.
"Well, what I want is none of your concern, but what I need, is for you to tell me who you are, why you're here and why in the name of the gods are you wearing those shoes?"

[User] Evelysia's right eye involuntarily twitched. "Who are you to ask me who I am?" Evelysia hissed.

[Assistant]
Aruna, looked around and scanned. She was looking around for anything that might hone in her diamiter of search. She readied her knife, and spoke.
"I'm the one whose going to make your day very bad if you don't answer me."

[User] "I am uninterested in being pestered by an impudent beast such as yourself. Leave me be. We're not alone, at any rate."

[Assistant] Can not allow trespassers into Eden. Too many secrets. Healing riverspires... Not my intended meal task. Found bag. Must search. Not in the open, it might come back. I'll take this.

[User]
Aruna's smile fell and she speaks in a soft, dangerous tone.
"Beast, huh?"
She cuts the stem of the Sythe wasp nest as she spins and hits the nest dead center while it falls, knocking it to ground in the general area where the woman should be. The nest smashes open and hundreds of Sythe wasps with inch long stingers that look like blades, and they seek out a target for their rage.
"I'll show you a beast."
She reaches into her pocket and brings out a small red stone, but she just holds it in her hand.

[Assistant] Wasps... Really? Evelysia sighs and steps out, simultaneously raking a claw-like nail down her forearm, producing blood that is nearly black. In another swift movement, she flings the blood at the wasps while muttering under her breath. The blood sears into the wasps, effectively burning them all.

[User] Moving to higher ground. Help is established. Must keep moving. Damned outskirts plenty capable of handling themselves. Eden is but 30 clicks south. Home, assess, plan, enact.

[Assistant]
Aruna jumped from the branch and flew towards the woman like an arrow, she felt her blood boiling.
You want to see a beast, I'll show you a beast!
At the last moment she spins forward so that her Tail whip, in mace form, comes rushing towards her prey.

[User] "Ow!" Wha - who. Murderer. Eden. Must get to Eden. Must recuperate.

[Assistant] Evelysia swings her body away from the foe, slipping around the tree. She quickly backs away. "I am uninterested in fighting you. Leave me be and we can go on with our lives."

[User]
Aruna's tail whip strikes the ground and She lands. She pulls her tail from the dirt and snaps it so that with a slight SHINK it becomes a blade at the tip of her tail.
"What are you in these woods for? Because I can only think of one reason a..."
She looks the woman up and down.
"... City girl, like yourself would bother coming into a cursed wood..."
She readies her knife.
"You're here for the Phoenix aren't you?"

[Assistant] Weakened and bewildered before high-noon. A long day begins!.

[User] "Clearly that's what you're here for," Evelysia quips back, raising a defined eyebrow.

[Assistant]
Aruna poises her tail over her like a scorpion's tail.
"Obviously. Which is why I can't really let you have it."

[User] "Or perhaps you're being a paranoid savage, and I am merely trying to cross these woods." Evelysia folds her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow. "What need would you have for the likes of a phoenix, anyway?"

[Assistant] What blessings, a plucked log. The early bird really does catch the worm.

[User] Home sweet home. Stomach full. Pain subsided. Feeling much better. Down to business. What is in this bag?


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Year: Second Year

Rank: Journeyman

Room No.:

Personality: Named as the Second Coming of the Insane Inventor, Zane is obviously a few cards short of a deck. A slight pyromaniac (then again what magic user isn't?), and with little sense of self preservation when experimenting.
He is an arbitor of chaos, enjoying pushing people's buttons, and only gets serious when cooking or working on his runic projects.

Magic Discipline: Existence

The name of the game is enhancements. His primary utilization of magic is in multiplying the innate abilities of people or items in contact with him. He can go up to five times the inital ability though the higher multipliers are far more mana intensive. He also cannot multiply the abilities of someone magically stronger than him.
His secondary magic is in imbuing enchantments into objects. An incredibly lengthy task, he first has to carve runes to the effect he wants before bathing it in his magic for up to a day to get the energy to click.

Equipment:
{Bag o' Holding} Spatial Magic at it's finest. A satchel with an interior size of three cubic meters and a weight reduction of seven to one. Useful for carrying stuff.
{Wulfe Grimoire} a book enchanted to never run out of pages. Somehow always stays the same size, about your average bible, and has a use as a notebook, a journal, and as something to beat people round the head with.
{Deck of Many Explosions} Started out as an attempt to make a Deck of Many Things, but the cards kept exploding due to the arrays being too complex for the medium. So he decided to make it a self refilling pack of magical grenades instead. After all, explosions are awesome!
{Utility Pocket} An expanded pocket that holds a number of magical rings as well as a set of five wands; Levitation and Runecrafting are the only two he shows off.
{School Supplies}

Biography: The university thought they were shot of Stone's madness. Honestly they figured he'd blow himself up before he had a chance to reproduce. So imagine the swearing among the masters at the college when he showed up with a student ten years after graduating and vanishing off the face of the earth.

Rumours abounded about this student, how he was the bastard son of Stone, that he was an experiment that he took a liking to, that he was an eldritch abomination sealed inside a human body. The truth of the matter was far more disturbing. Apparently this apprentice was a normal kid who sought out Stone as a teacher.

Zane Wulfe was the son of a blacksmith and discovered his magic quite by accident. When he was twelve he tapped into the power of Existence and multiplied his strength twofold, breaking the hammer he was using... and the bones in his hand. After he recovered, he began to experiment with this power in secret, trying to test whether it was a fluke. Whilst studying anatomy at the library, trying avoid a repeat of his first foray, he came across his future master.
The two began to chat, Zane drawn in by the man's surreal way of explaining magic, as well as the joking way he talked about his 'old goat' of a master and how he'd be rolling in his grave. This was made even more amusing when he revealed the old man was still alive and kicking.

They continued to have on and off discussions for the course of a year, before what the masters at B.U.M. now call the Dreaded Day. Having reached the limits of what he could do with his magic without a teacher, Zane reached out to the Mage he trusted the most. At that moment, a collective shudder passed through the professors who had instructed Stone, like an unspeakable evil was approaching. Of course, when nothing immediately happened, they lowered their guard, thinking it to be a figment of their imagination.

Three years later, the demon himself arrived along with his apprentice. Apparently he thought it'd be good for his apprentice to spend time around fellow mages in his age group. Zane was admitted with the proviso that Stone never set foot on campus grounds. It didn't stop their headaches, but it did prevent evolution to full on migranes.

Master: Odin Stone

If [Zane] was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, it would be: Probably an arm or a leg.
If [Zane] was offered to have a single wish fulfilled, it would be: to surpass Master Stone as a magical inventor

[User] Damien was still hungry, and now he felt slightly disappointed that there wasn't a pancake party happening. Though he supposed he could get food elsewhere, that would also mean he'd have to pay for it.Oh well. He turned to look to Rhea, who seemed to echo his thoughts. "Well it was nice to meet all you wonderful people, but like Rhea said, we got other things to go do today." He stretched his arms and moved to follow Rhea out when she abruptly stopped in the doorway. He almost ran into her and stopped just in time. Opening his mouth, he was about to ask what was going on when she mentioned something about a reunion party. His annoyance disappeared as he smiled, "Hmm, that sounds dangerous, but fun. I like it," Certainly fairies could liven things up more than this sad bunch can. He took a drag on his vape and put it back in his pocket. "Now we just have to have to think of how we get there." He raised an eyebrow. He liked where this was going, but he figured some amount of scheming would be required before they just waltzed their way into this forest.

[Assistant]
William Ascot

Having to be in the same room as Francisco was going to be a chore, so William decided to delay coming to Room 22-F as much as possible; he had an Excalibur or some other Legendary Item to forge anyway. And with that, he had to seek out Zane Wulfe; Master Stone's apprentice.

Zane wasn't that bad a person; a few screws loose but it was the same for himself. In fact, William looked forward to offering Zane an opportunity the lovably mad person would enjoy; what blacksmith can resist the prospect of forging a near-perfect duplicate of a Legendary, even Divine, weapon? Plenty, part of him thought, including the ones that are actually sane.

As he walked to Zane's dorm room, William had another thought, Considering what I discovered, considering how futile it is to seek out the 'Golden Ending', why do I still do so?

The answer came easily, Because even though this entire universe is far more hopeless than it actually seems, because despite that glimpse of abominations and dangers waiting just beyond, Hope is part of what makes humans, human. Same for Faith and Love, although my own Faith is weakened. This philosophizing passed the time until William got to the dorm door, where he knocked, not knowing what situation would result.

Pymeroce, @TheHangedMan, @Aviaire

[User]
@Letter Bee

"Oh yeahhh, I forgot that novices aren't allowed in the forest. Hmm, I wonder how then, we can get in? But wait," Rhea paused, tilting her head. "How will they know we're novices? I know I've been here awhile, but I really haven't explored the place 'til now. Do they have some sort of protection put up, or can you just walk in?" she pondered, asking Damien, but also knowing that he wasn't going to know either.

Just then, there was a knock at the door right behind her. "Oh! Looks like we have yet another visitor," she said, opening the door and coming into contact with someone who looked a year or two younger than she was, then again, she didn't want to assume.

"Hello! Rhea greeted enthusiastically. "I suppose you aren't here for me? I would think not, but in the very slight chance that you are, I'm Rhea, nice to meet you," she gave him a slight wave and smiled politely.

"Alright Damien. Let's go talk to some fairies! We can plan the rest on the way there I suppose."

[Assistant]
Zane had zoomed out the dorm, nabbing an errant Liors in a princess carry. Death by electrocution was not in his list of things to do today. It was a really bad way to go, your eyes swell painfully before bursting, your organs liquify, and worst of all... you die with spiky hair. Honestly, why anyone would intentionally spike their hair was beyond him, it just looked so feckin' dumb. He didn't realise there were people in the way until he crashed into them. Human pile ups are fun when a potentially murderous mage isn't behind you.

Taking a small whiff of Liors hair as he ran he thought: "Strawberries and abject terror. Interesting combination."

Quickly regaining his bearings through experience of exploding and crashing, he noticed he landed on Willy. Willy was fun, not in a Nick way, more in an evil cackling way. The guy's magic was sooo interesting and/or a bit emo. Ok a lot emo, what kind of person goes "I'm going to use my magic by bleeding on things."? Apparently Willy, but that just made him awesome like Zane.

"Hey Willy, how's your sexlife going?" Zane asked with a cheeky grin on his face, "Still pining after fictional girls or have you moved into 3D yet?"

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At one point in time, Damien was standing next to Rhea, the next thing he knew, he was sprawled out onto the ground. "Shit!" He said a little louder than he would've wanted. Damien glanced around, trying to get his bearings. He tried to reach over to his pocket for his vape, but his arm was pinned. He sighed, bowing his head in a little sign of defeat.
 While trying to elbow his way out from underneath the pile, he could hear Zane start talking to the new guy who came to the door. He was starting to feel exasperated, and this nagging headache certainly wasn't doing his temper any favors either. He narrowed his eyes slightly,
"Look, can we talk later? I'd like to get up."

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William Ascot

"Hello, Rhea," William said warmly as he continued, "I'm actually here for -"

Then Zane bumped to him, laying him flat on the floor. After shouting an "Ow!", William then finished, "I'm here for Zane, who seems to have just bumped to me." Turning to the blacksmith, William retorted, "Not my fault neither girls nor boys are interested in me for completely confusing reasons. But I think I have a plan to change that without needing to use love potions or mind control."

A smile. "And by that, I need your help to forge a duplicate of Excaliubur, with half of the original blade's power; perhaps two-thirds if you can get dragonfire. You know the properties of my own blood, right?"

William sort-of-remembered... Boasting about how his blood can give a duplicate of a Legendary Item the power of the Original in a place he reasoned Zane might be. He had been more prideful in the past, after all.

Getting up himself, William offered a hand to help Damien to his feet; the other kid was handsome, but Will had an inkling he was straight. So best to keep any contact to a minimum.

Pymeroce, @TheHangedMan@QueenNugget@Canidae

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Bee

Damien could feel his agitation rising until finally, people started getting up. He was about to get up himself when the new guy turned and offered to help him up. Without any hesitation, Damien grabbed his hand and pulled himself up.
"Ey, thanks. What's your name again? I don't think I've met you before," Damien brushed the dust off his hoodie and tried to fix up his hair again, but soon gave up. "We were about to go off to the forest – or whatever the hell the place with the fairies is at, do you know how to get there?" Now that he was standing, he could get a better look at the new guy, and noticed he had black hair and similarly colored eyes. At this point he also remembered that his hands were now free, and he pulled out his vape.

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@Letter Bee@QueenNugget@Ryteb Pymeroce
A summary of the day so far: awful.

Liors had been in her seat one second, and all of a sudden, Zane had picked up her up and she wasn't anymore. She pulled herself from his grip and straightened herself out, sighing slightly. What a rollercoaster of a day.

"Um, if you want to go to the forest, you need permission. And to be above novice rank. Somehow, I don't think that anyone knows about that second bit," she said, trailing off towards the end. Noticing him pull out his vape, she subconsciously took a small step back. Not today, not ever. "You could get in. Um, if you use some kind of magic. Go invisible? Something like that," and the way she continued, things were getting worse, so she elected to stop that line of conversation.

She looked at the newcomer. He seemed nice enough. "I'm Liors," she said, but it was more of a mutter in his general direction. There had been more introductions in this one day then she'd ever had in her entire life, and it was really showing. Although, that probably wasn't very much, all things considered. She smiled to herself, but then she didn't, because that was a weird thing to do, wasn't it? She'd been doing alright so far, though. Probably.

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"Nya haha... you want to make Calesvol? How very... interesting." Zane said, having pulled himself up. His mind was already clocking into overdrive thinking of the difficulty of making such a legend without Will's cheating. Two-thirds the power? Hell no, if we were doing this we were doing it properly... hmm, the others want to see the fae in the woods? Perfect, we can get some of the materials we need there, and he knows the old ways the teachers think are still sealed off.

"I know a way into the forest. This school has many passages hidden for a multitude of valid reasons. They make great shortcuts so long as you avoid the ROUS and the Giant Spider under the cafeteria. Never did work out why there is only one spider, eh, no biggie, so who's with me?"


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Haruna said I could join! ^_^;
Nickname: The Archangel
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Guild: Lamia Scale
Rank: S-Class
Personality: There is but only two sides in this world to Jeanne. Right and Wrong. Those who would save others, and others who would do harm. A staunch believer in the ideals of the existence that is both Good and Evil, she stubbornly and defiantly fights on the side which she deems to be good. For that side she will fight for until the end, bitter or otherwise without regard for her own life. Not once had she ever been truly suicidal, but there have been times where she has defied immeasurable odds for the sake of those who could not. She considers herself a noble knight, who would happily serve a similarly noble purpose.

History: Jeanne knew not of her parents, the earliest vestiges of her memory being simply scratching for scraps on the streets of a city to survive. Begging and stealing to eat every single day at least once, less she might starve and lose what little strength she had. The next memory is the shadow of someone picking her up off the street and carrying her off to a place called a Guild. There, from a young tender age she was put into extraordinarily disciplined training. Learning how to shape and tone her body, how to use a sword and shield. Yet the entire reason for which she had been brought there never coalesced.

There was a tremendous amount of magic coursing through her system. It was dangerous, volatile, even for the advanced members of the guild. Yet it never manifested itself until a fateful day. A young Jeanne of twelve summers' age had been sent to the market by Ooba to fetch some varying spices and herbs for an upcoming party.

What neither of them knew was that she had been followed upon her leaving from the guild.

From all sides as she walked through the marketplace, she came under attack. First, they had dealt a grievous wound, looking to kill the girl as a message to her adoptive father. Dark Magi, four of them cornered her in an alleyway as she had tried to run. In that alleyway, her Magic decided to manifest itself to defend her at long last. In a brilliant light of gold, a sword manifested in her hand, and a dozen more in the air about her. The next moments themselves were horrific, as the four Dark Magi were literally cut to ribbons as glorious wings of white spawned from her shoulder blades.

She did not walk home, she flew. The wings themselves spreading wide and carrying the bleeding and panicked girl home. There, she encountered both horror and joy. Ooba now saw his adoptive child in her truest form, in spite of the tears of misery and fear that traced down her cheeks. Over the next years, the training he gave only hardened in difficulty as they further honed her capable magic. By her eighteenth year of life, she became one of the leading edges of Lamia Scale, and even eight years later she continues to do so as she further hones her capability as a magi.

Her guild mark resides just beneath her collarbone on the left side. For her heart resides with her father's people.

Magic:
Holy Sword Magic - Able to summon anywhere from one up to three hundred swords of pure light with her ability, Jeanne creates a literal maelstrom of steel by which she assaults her opponents. A much smaller scale example of this would be this video:

youtube.com/watchv=b6At_bb1PNU

Though the swords themselves are white, akin to the hottest flame. She can alter the shape and size of these blades as well, to even making the flames themselves rupture outward like a superheated explosion.

Holy Guardian - Sprouting from her shoulder blades at will is a pair of two magnificent wings. Made of pearlescent white feathers, they enable her the feat of flight and rather exquisite mobility in the air.

The Protection of the Divine - At her will, Jeanne encompasses herself in a suit of wonderfully steadfast magical armor. Made out of plates that look like the purest ivory in accents of intricately detailed gold, with the wings she often wears it is a beautiful sight to behold. Able to withstand or significantly reduce both physical and magical attacks alike, the oddest thing is that the faceplate is an exact mimicry of her own. Eerie as that may be, the abysmally black eye slits have two thin black lines that curve down her cheeks, almost as if she were weeping for her adversary's fate.

The Ashbringer - If she were to decide such, Jeanne can combine at least one dozen of her summoned blades of Holy Flame into one singular, large blade. Nearly as tall as she is and almost as wide, the more blades she combines, the more devastating the effect it possesses. It were said once that when she was dispatched against a mass of cultists at the dawn of a fair morning, and when she combined all of her swords into one blade, they vanished within seconds. Little more than to ash they were reduced as with The Ashbringer, her attacks rupture forwardly in an explosion of holy flame. Incinerating those she deems to be evil, if they are foolish enough to continue to be her adversary.

The Light of Dawn - An attack that exhausts the entirety of Jeanne's magic for at least twenty-four hours, if she survives it. It is a devastating form of her abilities that coalesces all of her magical might into a singular point. Sending it forward into a conflict, this tiny, period-sized point of light ruptures upon arriving to its destination. So powerful is it in spite of being so small, that it can turn entire cities into dust in the matter of split seconds. It is a technique she has only used once, and intends to never use it again. Others who have seen it happen think it to be The Wrath of God embodied in the powers of a young woman. In darker circles, others have called her a Scion of the Apocalypse because of it.

Avenging Wrath - The pair of her wings on her back split and grow to become four equally sized ones, and everything about Jeanne is doubled in terms of potency. Her magic, her already commendable physical strength and speed as a Magi, and so on. Those who have been so unfortunate to face against her in such a state, but fortunate enough to survive say that she has summoned more than several hundred blades of white fire when using such a form. Whether or not their claims are true is simply another matter that's yet to be seen.
Other: None, I think?

Done I believe!

That aside, I promise not to disappoint anyone! For anyone I haven't met yet, name's Feisty. ^_^ Kinda newish around here, and a somewhat rubbish writer, but I do what I can!

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Sage Ruzuzaki and Nyarlathotep

-The one magic?- Sage knew what she was talking about. The One magic was the source everything to do with the wizarding world. It was apart of everyday life. Yet no one knew where or How it came to be.

Yet, here was Nyarlathotep, telling Sage that she had a lead on it. -Nya-san, you really know where it is?-

"Knowing is a solid term, i would say: 'Having a strong lead on it' is a better wording" she smiled, sifting through the paper on her desk and finally found the document. "Here it is!" she shouted with a smile. Making Sage jump with Surprise.

"If this works correctly, then We'll be well on our way towards towards the one magic!" Nya showed the piece of paper to him.

-What is this?- Sage wondered as he looked at the black object.

"That is what i'm curious about, Apparently, the Dark Guild: Avatar's Guild master is currently in possession of it" the Lady start organizing her papers. "I'm not sending you alone if that's what you're getting at, this will be too much for the current you, I'm asked help from someone close to me. You Meet her outside. She's currently eating at the moment, so take this time to Change clothes and other things. Your weapons will be with your new clothes." Nya grinned "Let's get to work ok?"

-Sure, i'll have that Object for you soon, I might as well take out the Dark guild while i'm at it.- Sage nodded -Isn't there any legal guilds here?-

"Not for yonks away" She frowned.

-Ah, i see...i'll be back soon Nya-san- SAge bowed a little before walking of, ready to explore the house since she forgot to give him directions. 'The one magic....'

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Revan

"No, but that is a fantastic idea. That way, when I punish you like the youngling you are, I'll have an audience to witness my- crap I'm doing it again." Revan cursed, he thought he had ridden out the effects of using his Satan soul forms so many times in succession, claiming his superiority to trees and forest creatures, and spending some of his nights at the local brothel when he delved into his Asmodeus modes. His recent discovery of Xavier, however, made him take certain precautions. It was bad enough that Xavier existed, he didn't need him to have little brother's and sister, especially being born anywhere near the guildhall.

"Anyway, I might have to talk to Annabeth soon about this whole. . . Parenting thing, cause my first conversation with the kid didn't go well. . .at all. Is it bad when you tell children that them being born is a gigantic mistake, cause the reaction I got when I told him that leads me to believe so."

-Pants

Aiden

Aiden sighed as Oriel went up to the surface before even trying to formulate a plan. He knew every second counted, but this was her being reckless again. Aiden followed at a slower pace, thinking over the information they possessed and the skills they had. Aiden had, through intense training and periods of meditation, worked on increasing the potency of his Ice, as well as his ability to use his water magic offensively and defensively.

Their opponent was a sand mage, which meant Oriel had a natural advantage and disadvantage against this guy. She could turn all of his attacks and traps into glass, but since her fire never went out, he could easily use that against them as well. Aiden's water magic could also be of use, but the fact that there was sand everywhere proved to be a problem. So, the first thing they had to do was even the plan field once they found the guy, which Aiden was confident he could do with his dragon slayer senses, especially in TDS mde, though he would save that for later.

Once Aiden had climbed out into the blazing heat, now used to such temperatures after the week of hell Ajax had put them through, to luckily find Oriel had stayed behind to allow him to catch up.

Okay Oriel, I need you to listen to me, we have some advantages of our own against this guy elementally, with your fire and my water, but he knows this and will be able to counter them, and even use them against us if he's as clever as Ajax says." Aiden looked out over the horizon, scanning for any signs of disturbances, already beginning the process of trying to track his target's scent. "Basically, if you can help it, snuff out all of the flames you send out before he can make use of the. Other than that, the best we can do is keep on our guard and remember that everything around us can be a possible weapon he can utilize. Now come on, I've got his scent, so follow me." Aiden said as he made his way onto the barren landscape, eyes peeled and a plan already laid out. As he had been talking to Oriel, he had been slowly trickling a stream of water magic into the ground around them, making the sand clump together and turn into mud. He increased the amount as he walked, effecting an area of about 10 feet in diameter, and spreading down into the earth at about half that. Hopefully, this would neutralize or, at the very least, weaken any traps he had set to blow near the entrance.

Shiho

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Jeanne - The Archangel

Revan's challenging tone brought a light smirk to the Archangel's pursed lips as he spoke for a moment as if he were truly possessed by the darkness that writhed about venomously within him. There was not a trace of fear or doubt in her eyes, after all, she was one of the many reasons that Lamia still stood atop the ranks of all the Guilds. Knowing this all too well, just like as the Devil himself would, Jeanne lightly shrugged in response.

"You know all too well who won in the last Games," She began nonchalantly, with a sly wink to accompany it. "I doubt this year will be any different, I've learned a few new tricks myself. That aside, if you're looking for Anna, I can help in that. Her last known is at Lamia Scale...if you'll follow me." Turning heel and sliding her arms into the sleeves of her black bolero jacket, the fiery nature of her dress almost seemed to flicker in the sunlight of the afternoon as the winds took breadth of it once she stepped outdoors.

"Let's make it a race, shall we Revan?" Lines of pure light coursed across he from as magic ran vividly through her veins. Gently, like how a butterfly escapes from their cocoon, golden wings of splendor and beauty arced across her back and curled about her as she offered a glance to the demon that stood behind her. "Loser buys lunch of course, as per the standard." Her long and slender legs bent then, unhindered by the stiffness and hindering weight of armor, and with the strength that sounded akin to a cannon being shot, the Angel was launched into the sky.

Spiraling once and enjoying the warmth of the Sun's kiss as she rocketed into the wondrous sapphire sky, the Archangel's wings spread wide to drink upon the very nature of the air, and with a graceful swing of their powerful might, her direction suddenly and sharply changed. In the blink of an eye, she was now traveling in a perpendicular path to how she had started. A falling star arcing across the heavens as she sped back towards Lamia. It made sense after all, she was only supposed to deliver the treats she had made and then depart for another mission. There was no stopping, there was always work to be done, lives to be saved and evil to be vanquished.

That and she too had questions for Anna. Many in fact, it had been over half a decade since the Guild's mother had been there last. Surely there was much to tell about what had happened, who she had met, and any naturally successful ventures that she might've had.


[System]
WORKING ON UPDATING THE BIOS TO REFLECT WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR IN GAME

Age : 19

Skill : cook and supply organizer

Weapon (up three): lead pipe with a jagged end

Personality : sweet, naïve, helpful, hesitates to strike, trusting, 'blonde' at times, has trouble coping

Brief Bio : Jessalyn was living with her Mom and brother at the time of the outbreak. Her brother, who hated her for being born, shoved her out of the car as they were escaping. She never saw them again.
Almost immediately Jess met a man named Bruce who said he would help her get to safety, provided she did something for him. Jessalyn, afraid of what would happen to her on her own, agreed to have sex with him in exchange for protection. But Bruce didn't hold up his promises. Instead of keeping her safe himself, he dumped Jess off on a woman named Lynn.

Lynn, having escaped from life with a dictator named Tyler, was at first not happy to be saddled with a young girl barely into adulthood and she was furious when she discovered the girl was pregnant on top of it. But in time the sweet and kind Jessalyn ingrained herself into Lynn's tough heart and Lynn looked after and protected Jess through most of her pregnancy.

Unfortunately things did not last. Tyler's group captured Lynn and Jess found herself at the mercy of a stranger named Floyd. They seemed to get along well but Jess was quickly captured by a group from Haywood. She got the shock of her life when she realized that the leader of Haywood was none other then Bruce, the man who had gotten her pregnant then abandoned her. After the Haywood uprising Bruce attacked and nearly killed her before being killed himself.

As part of a plan to infiltrate the underground, Jess agreed to be handed over to Tyler. There she was reunited briefly with Lynn before the underground was attacked by both Haywood and walkers. Floyd, having been brought to the underground as a possible new member, found and rescued Jess and escaped with her.

Finding an abandoned house, Floyd and Jess grew closer and developed a bit of a romance between them. Abram came across them and joined them tentatively, trust between the two men being an issue. After an argument between Jess and Floyd, with Floyd going off to hunt and clear his head. While he was gone the house was attacked by walkers, forcing Jess and Abram to flee. They came upon Haywood where they decided to stay and see if Floyd would find them.

During the attack by Outpost Jess went into labor and had her baby, a beautiful healthy boy she named Benjamin Daniel.
In the wake of the attack, Jess and Abram left Haywood to search for Floyd and for a safer place for Jess to raise her baby. They came across Turisa, Leah and Samantha on the road and the small group headed for Baton Rouge, managing to find a house not only safe and big enough for them but that had a room of baby supplies for Jess and Ben.

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Enrique-The B&B-Emma and Colton

Enrique smiled widely and pull La Pistola up and set it on the table, he saw Colton walk in behind the girl carrying a bottle. Ever the theatrical one he had most likely been waiting behind the door to hear the conversation and be seemingly an ominous figure. The boy set the bottle on the table and grabbed some glasses from the kitchen counter. They were a bit dingy but still clean enough to drink out of. Enrique grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the top after reading the lable aloud, Wild Turkey Whiskey. Enrique smiled and poured a glass for each of them, he picked his up and toasted in Spanish.

"A la próxima generación" He said with a smile and downed his glass, he looked to the two of them and smirked, "So Colton as you no doubt know Emma has decided to join the Pack. I want you to teach her close quarters combat, and give her some training with a bow when you get the chance. If she turns out to be light on her feet she will need to be our stealth, and that bow we have in the truck is gonna work for that."

"Yes sir," Colton said he looked at the girl and decided to introduce himself, "I'm Colton, Enrique's been training me since my early days in Outpost. I'm one of the better rifleman here."

While Enrique poured himself another glass Colton gingerly drank his.

"So, we'll be here for a little while. Its a little before noon, you two are gonna go out and practice after we're done talking here. First thing tomorrow we are setting out for Baton Rouge, its about 4 hours drive. I'm gonna be resting up in the back of the Yukon, Colton you can drive for a bit then let Emma drive and you can handle the directions."

Enrique looked towards Emma, "I know you and Berkley got bad blood so I'm gonna keep you away from his as best I can, the mans a fucker but he's one of us and he's a fine killer. I made him the same promise I made you so I wont be killing him and neither will you. We clear on that?"

[Assistant]
Alex Clark - The Road - Scouts

With a fake smile he shook hands with this guy, Andrew, and welcomed him to the group. He didn't quite welcome their addition to the group, but they might need them indeed. On their 'mission' any helping hand was great. Then again, he was more than 100% sure that these two, Andrew and Zoe, were most definitely better off by leaving now. But alas, they had joined them now. Alex placed himself in the trunk of the original pick-up again after introductions were over, and let himself be lulled into sleep by his exhaustion and the prospect of the horribly uncomfortable ride to come.

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Emma - The B&B - Enrique/Colton

Emma eyed the cup as Colton he poured the whiskey into the bottle. As the two of them drank the liquid, Emma eyed her glass warily, surprised that she'd been offered some. She sighed, reached to the glass and put it to her lips. She remember her dad and her brother sitting in their living room one summer and watching baseball games as they drank beer, but she also remember Daniel developing a minor case of alcoholism. He'd been sober for a long time, but he'd told her that he'd had a drink with Riley in Haywood.

For the life her, she couldn't figure what Daniel, Riley, or her father liked about alcoholic drinks... She glanced briefly at Enrique, then to Colton - both of them awaiting her reaction. She waited a moment, her face neutral. She then lifted the glass to her lips and spit the liquid back into the cup. Colton and Enrique howled with laughter. "That's disgusting..."

[Assistant]
Enrique-The B&B-Emma/Colton

Enrique watched as the girl took what would have appeared to be her first shot of whiskey. When she spit it out Enrique fell into uproarious laughter. He clutched his sides as Colton grabbed the cup from the girl.

"No, what that is is a waste of good whiskey." Colton said picking up the glass and dumping it into his mouth, Enrique watched for his reaction. The teen had never taken a full shot before, just gingerly sipped them. Colton shook his head violently and let out a parched sounding cough. Enrique leaned over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax Kiddo, you'll beat me in drinking one day." Enrique said with a smile, "Now I mean it when I say the two of you need to go spar, neither go easy on the other just don't go breaking any bones. We dont need to waste medical supplies because of you two getting carried away."

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Emma - B&B - Enrique/Colton

"C'mon, kid. We'll go find some place to shoot that bow." Colton said, beckoning that Emma follow him. "Be back in two hours." He called to Enrique. Emma zipped up her jacket and followed him into the hallway. They left the building and stepped outside, Emma earning some wary glances from other men. "It's all good, boys. Enrique cleared her." Colton said, not really helping the situation that much. He lead her to the truck and grabbed a long plastic case from the truck bed, which Emma guessed was the bow and arrows.

"Your backpack is in here, too." He said, producing her bag. She was slightly happier now that she had her bag. She unzipped it, confirming that everything - including the pistol was in there. She decided that she wouldn't mention the pistol to Colton or Enrique.

"where are we going?" Emma asked, shouldering her pack.

"I thought I saw a couple walkers down the road at that gas station when we came in yesterday. Thought we might walk down there. Only a few minutes away." He said.

"I wouldn't know. I rode here tied up in your trunk." Emma said, blandly.

"Yeah, well anyway..." Colton remarked, rather awkwardly.

"I've noticed - the dude who... caught me in the woods - I haven't seen him. I remember his face though."

"Oh... Gerald?" Colton said, rather grimly. "He- uh... he was killed by Sylar and his men."

"Who is this Sylar guy that y'all keep talking about? I know he was from outpost, but what was special about him?"

"Well... he was the co-leader of the Outpost Scouts..." He began. "The only reason we left was because Enrique's girlfriend died in a fire. No one knew how the fire started, but the gates were left open when we left. Honestly, I feel really bad about it... Walkers got in. There was a girl - Meghan. She was like a daughter to Sylar - they'd been together since the first week of the outbreak. She got bit and Sylar had to shoot her... Sylar blamed us and came after us.

"He yelled at Enrique and claimed to be the arson behind the fires..." He said.

"I met him at Haywood.... he seemed like a good person." Emma said.

"He was... but grief can do a lot of things to a man."

They didn't finish the conversation, rather they walked towards the gas station in silence.

Zoe/Andrew - The Road/Metairie Area - Scouts

Once everyone was settled, they started on the road, agreeing that Danny's car would follow them. Shannon, James, and Finch sat in the back row while Zoe and Andrew sat up front - Andrew drove. "So, who's this friend you're looking for, if you mind I ask?" Andrew asked, much to Zoe's horror. She shot him a death-glare that said That was rude!.

James answered. "She's a girl named Emma Crowe. She's the same age as me."

Zoe felt as if she might have met someone named Crowe, but she dismissed the thought. It couldn't have been too uncommon of a last name. What bothered her the most was that the girl was maybe 14 or 15 years old... and she'd been kidnapped by a group of men? What had this world come to? "Could you tell me about who took her? How many people and such? It might help to narrow down the places they might have gone."

"Maybe.... 16, 18 people?" James response alarmed Andrew. He'd thought it might have been a group of maximum 10 people. He now thought that his optimism in helping these people was misplaced. "Alright... Babe, what do you think?" Zoe produced a map from the glove compartment. She pointed out an exit.

"What about the outskirts of Metairie, exit 97?"

"We've been there, haven't we?"

"Yeah. Its the one with that auto-shop, the high school, and the bed and breakfast." She noted. "I was think of checking the high-school and the Bed and Breakfast. Both of those are large enough to hold a group that size and then some."

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Jessalyn - House/Baton Rouge - Outside

Once Ben was done eating she burped him and changed him before looking through the clothes in the room. She found a white onesie and a pair of blue overalls with a cartoon lion on them. For herself she found a pair of jeans that were a little long so she had to roll up the legs a bit and a dark green shirt with a blue butterfly on it.

Jess didn't see anyone as she came downstairs. Perhaps they were off looking for supplies or scouting the area.

Peering outside cautiously, Jess saw there was no one in sight, living or dead. She didn't plan on going for a walk, but Ben needed a little fresh air and the sun was out. It seemed like a beautiful day.

Jess sat down in the yard but still close to the door in case she needed to run inside. Holding Ben up, she lightly bounced him, raising him up in the air then briging him back down to kiss his face. She made silly faces and blew a raspberry into his belly.
The baby boy giggled in delight.

The whole time she played though Jess kept a sharp eye and ear out. The moment she spotted movement or heard anything they would be back inside the house in a flash.

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Katie - Baton Rouge apartment - Leave?

Katie thanked Adam for the bowl, but stayed close to Liam. Anyone who wanted to hide things was not doing anything good. It worried her, because Adam was supposed to be their friend.

She was relieved when her daddy came back. But that relief soon turned to hurt confusion. When he said they had to leave she didn't understand, but when he said they were not welcome anymore the little girl felt the sting of betrayal.
She looked at the group with large hurt eyes, like a fawn that had been harmed by it's own mother. "You don't like us anymore?" she asked but didn't wait for a response. It was probably one she didn't want to hear anyway.

She scooped up her kitten and her small backpack. When Elyse tried to reach out to her the little girl pulled away.
"I think all of you are very mean," she stated her opinion on the matter before going to her daddy. Along the way she took Liam's hand, silently stating that he was coming with them too. Liam was a kid like her and he had saved her before, had kept her safe and hidden when that dirty man had tried to hurt her and her daddy. He had drawn with her and played with her and helped her take care of her kitten. Liam was her friend. And with the way things were going, they needed all of the friends they could get.

She didn't really care if George stayed. He was grouchy and sometimes mean. If the only people that went were her, her daddy, Liam and Scarlett, Katie would be happy. Scarlet her friend now too.


[System]
Race: Turian

Sex: Male

Age: 30

Specialization: Assassin (Infiltrator)

Appearance:

Protus towers slightly over seven feet, and his loose clothing create a successful illusion of a large frame. This is often how he catches his targets by surprise, as his movement is far faster than his frame suggests. He treats the world with the typical tired and disappointed gaze of a high-level thug, which makes his patient and well-mannered voice catch most conversation partners unprepared. In addition to being loose-fitting, his taste of clothes is purely functional, other than a weird tendency to choose colors that mimic the local fashion.

Background:
To a culture dilletante, it would make no sense for Turian worlds and settlements to have crime. After all, the entire culture of the people is based on militaristic discipline and a straightforward attitude. But as it is in all societies, corruption sprouts at the seams, where discipline has the weakest hold and power is concentrated in the hands of the few.

In other words - at the top.

It is no wonder, therefore, that it takes a single general who lets power go into their head to be able to turn the actions of thousands of honest Turian soldiers to personal gain. But unlike humans, the Turian society cannot support a rotten organ within its body. And such generals soon find themselves excommunicated and left to fend for themselves. Those whose loyalty lie with the people and not with the code of honor would join this exile to create bands of pirates, using advanced technology and no less advanced military tactics to amass power and riches, in an infinite race to make the universe into their personal paradise.

These bands readily attract other outcasts of the Turian society, as long as there's mutual gain. And Protus was such a Turian. His division was glad to get rid of him when he deserted - almost every psychology expert marked him as a borderline psychopath. The life of a front-line special ops operative was not an easy one, but still there are few who make killing into a combination of art and sports, personal achievements and records included. His corps mates avoided Galius's company for many reasons, the most dominant of which being his gaze, which made them feel like prey. When high command noticed this they started a slow process of demotion, which Galius noticed almost instantly. The solution was obvious - if the military cannot appreciate his skill, he would simply have to sell it to the highest bidder.

And after a short sortie with a band of pirates that were too weak in the "subtlety" department for his tastes, Protus decided to try his luck as a mercenary. And what better place to buy and sell lives at than the Citadel?

Equipment:
- Batarian State Arms silenced heavy pistol
- Heavily modified long monofilament knife
- A dozen or so Tungsten Carbide throwing knives
- Omnitool

Powers (Up to four):
- Tactical Cloak
- Disruptor Blade (like Ammo, for melee weapons)
- Decryption
- Incinerate

[User]
Rukt

2100 hours
@NecroKnight

"Alcohol and strippers it is, you have good taste human." Rukt said to Kieran chuckling slightly.

"I'm a headhunter, do you expect me to act meek?" He asked, walking past Kieran to stand in front of the Asari. A battle hardened opponent would realize that this was a way to test the Asari, to see if her act was merely a facade.

Despite the Asari's smaller stature she didn't show any signs of fear or even slight intimidation. That was good, it seemed he was right to assume she was competent.

"I'm Rukt, it's good to see we have more than one fighter with a few centuries' experience here." Rukt said nodding at the blue woman. "But, I stand by what I said to Kieran. I don't know any of you, so I can only promise to fight alongside you when we find the Geth."

Unlike when he said it to Kieran, it was clear Rukt actually expected Zeral to succeed. Humans weren't entirely pathetic, he had heard stories of experienced Krogan being taken down by them on the occasion...even the ones that were pathetic could prove themselves through sheer perseverance. There had been a few targets in the past that had gained a bit of respect before Rukt crushed them, the few he bothered to remember.

[Assistant]
Drachia Dron'celok

To say that Drachia had been surprised when he had gazed at his Ommi-tool at the job that was being offered would have been an major understatement. The message had been rather light on the exact details (which was fair enough; Standard procedure in the underworld was to keep it vague until the team was committed in order to prevent leaks) but even so it was hard not to immediately answer 'No' when the target was a rogue Specter. As far as methods of suicide went, sticking his shotgun in his mouth would likely be far quicker and less painful a death then whatever might have been waiting for him if he failed to kill the target outright...

However, his current situation was difficult to say the least and the bounty was large enough that it would give him a lot of breathing room to reorganize his life...

With nothing to really lose, he accepted the job and received directions towards where he was going to be meeting the rest of the team for the suicidal mission before them. It was on the other side of the citadel from where he was currently staying and factoring in travel time it was going to take a little while to get there but hopefully his team weren't stupid enough to leave without him...

Taking a few minutes to finish off his dinner of a meat pie with a side of cut and fried potatoes (a human food joint it might have been, but say what you will they knew how to prepare wonderful tasting food), Drachia calmly made his way back to where he was currently staying to pick up his equipment and current belongings, paying his bill to the manager of the crappy motel and making his why their a series of painfully slow moving elevators and public transit to finally reach the hanger that he needed to be at.

Stepping about the ship that was likely to be his home for some amount of time, he sighed a little to himself as he decided to have a look around to find a room to claim for his own.

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@Heckno12

Zeral T'Amani

"Yeah. Nice to meet you too," replied Zeral, before turning to face Kieran. "Where shall we be heading Kieran?"

Namely none of them knew, where their first target would be. And Zeral had a habit of researching about the planets, for atleast two hours - before she would set foot onto one of them.

"I know, we have just met. But as I understand, we have a mission. One that requires haste. As such, I would like the name of our first location - so I may prepare in advance and learn of our situation and what to prepare for."

[Assistant]
Earlier, on the Citadel...
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"...So how strong is he?"

The informant stared at the Turian in front of her in complete disbelief. "Are you deaf, or just stupid? He's a Spectre!" She hissed the last word at him, as if to not draw attention. "These are the council's Elite, and he's a high ranking one. You've been in special units, you know what I'm talking about."

"Yeeess... But how strong is he?"

The Asari almost lunged at her conversation partner, taking visible effort to stop herself. The Turian's even gaze at her face unnerved her. He picked at his teeth with a finger. She heard a slight crinkling sound, and her cape slowly slid off her shoulders, her brooch falling onto the floor, cut in half. Her eyes widened.

"You see, I have seen Spectres in action, before." His even, machine-like voice, emanating from his mouth as the rest of his face was completely immobile, seemed to fill the room. "They may have the best training, an almost unlimited budget. But they are mortal. This is boring. You cannot pay me as much as you offer for such a boring target."

The informant opened her mouth to speak. She couldn't, for some reason.

"So I figure there's something you're not telling me." He continued. "And by putting two and two together, I also figure this information would make me safer, but endanger you, and maybe even your boss. And he knows best that what makes a mission successful is not only the agent's skill, but the intelligence they receive. Especially that."

"That - " she finally seemed to regain her voice, "That's gonna cost you."

"Cut my pay in half. Speak. Now."

"He's ah... He's no longer entirely Turian."

"What?"

The informant wiped her brow with her hand, and focused her entire willpower on looking the mercenary in the eyes again. "He's been doing... strange missions, getting with strange people. We have had reports of him being attacked. If these reports are true, he should be dead seven times over. But he persists. And look at his eyes - " she pushed a picture towards him.

"Beautiful eyes. Extremely lucky guy. What's your point?"

She sneered at him as she took the picture back. "The point is we have no idea what he is anymore. He's showing up weird on scanners. He survives deadly wounds. This is no longer only about him."

"So do you want to dissect him or what?"

"Maybe. None of your business."

"Fine. And I am to work with a team on this? To take down this one Turian-or-whatever he is? Who are they?"

She smiled at him, back in her zone again. "That's, yeah, that's gonna cost you."

The Turian made a weird face, then rose to his feet. "I accept. Food's on you." He said dismissively, his back already turned to her as he left the cafe`. "Say hi to your boss from me."

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Dawnbreaker, Medbay, Present Time
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Orisa found the ship's medbay in what they call a "new" condition, or in other words the kind of mess that only one who knows nothing about medicine can make. She would already plan in her mind the right location for all equipment and supplies when she heard the door slide shut behind her.

"Do not be alarmed." she heard a hoarse voice near her ear, with the typical metallic undertones of a Turian. "This is a test." A long, strange-looking knife appeared out of thin air in front of her face, attached to an arm that seemed to lead behind her. "We will play hostage and terrorist, see how the team reacts. I have chosen you, Doctor, because you wouldn't have time for this bullshit anyway. Come."

A slight pressure at the small of her back urged her forward, towards the desk and away from the door. And when it slid open a few minutes later, the Captain found his Medical Officer in the long arms of a strange Turian, knife-point at her throat. The Turian stared at the human silently, awaiting his next move.

[User]
Tom Carson drummed his fingers impatiently on the side of the lift as the doors slid open to the docking bay, revealing his home for the next while. Not the best looking ship he'd ever seen, but he knew full well that a ship didn't need to look good to fly like a gem. Carson crossed the landing bay, his large pack slung over one shoulder and his Mattock over the other. He climbed the ramp, wondering how they were gonna track down and kill a Spectre when the council didn't even believe that he was dirty.

The message had come through on his omni-tool after he had completed a simple data intercept for his Cerberus handler, a man who he knew as Kosk. Since he knew that there wouldn't be any contact from Kosk for the next while, Carson had accepted. Gotta pay the bills somehow.

Carson had left his apartment on the 37th Ward after packing his kitbag, heading for the ship.

He walked about the ship for a couple of minutes, checking some of the sights. He settled on the armoury as his berth. Setting his stuff down on the tabletop Carson went looking for his crewmates.

Carson had been looking for the captain for a couple of minutes when he walked into the medbay. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of a Turian holding a wicked looking blade to the throat of one of the crew. His Phalanx appeared in his hand as if by magic. The laser sight settled on the apparent attacker.

"All right, Turian." Carson spoke calmly. "I've barely had time to put my kitbag down in here. I've not met any of my team mates. And now a hostage situation? So far this mission is great. I don't know what the Hell your problem with her is, but I really think you should let her go. Talk it through." The man held the Turian's gaze. "I have a lot of respect for your people, Turian. And I don't want to leave a corpse in the medbay before I've even met the captain of this fine vessel. But make no mistake. If you don't drop that blade of yours pretty damn quick, I'll plug you."

[Assistant]
Drachia Dron'celok

Drachia had gone searching the ship in order to see if he could find anyone... by luck or fate he didn't encounter anyone until he had reached what could only be described as a hostage situation between two humans, a drell victim and a turian with a knife. There was no hesitation in the batarians movements as he raised his hand towards the turian and his captive, a quick burst of biotic power flaring up in his palm as he reached out to attempt a Lash on the knife users arm in order to try and violently pull it away from the drell woman's throat. freeing the woman from the threat of immediate death while hopefully throwing her captor off balance...

All the while giving the human with the gun trained on the turian the opening needed to take the shot.

@Ulstermann@AquaAzura@dabombjk

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As the team's first responders piled into the narrow doorway of the medbay, guns trained, the Turian stranger attempted to lower his sillohuette to no avail. The M.D's head was roughly at his chest level, and he was pretty wide open if his reflexes weren't taken into account.

Which is why he leaned quite far back when the Batarian's hand flashed with the strange purple light of a biotic. An energy tentacle lashed out at him, forcing his mind into overdrive as he calculated its trajectory, approximated its target and juggled a few scenarios in his head as to where this situation can advance to.

What happened a split second later was the energy lash twisting around the Turian's wicked-looking blade. As it pulled, he stabbed it downwards, jamming it into the table. Sparks flew as it scraped the smooth coated metal until coming to a halt in a groove it cut, where Protus pretended to lose grip on it.

"Hah!" He withdrew his hand, as if stung by the biotic power. He slowly raised it, along with his other one, still standing behind the table and the doctor. "Well, looks like you got me, brave heroes. Well done. The drill is over. Summon your captain please."


[System]
"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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Allister looked at him knew that the young prince would be shocked to learn a bit about his past but just looked at him. "Thank you for your condolence your highness and of course I will help you protect her I am not letting your father lay a hand on my niece she is the only family I have left now." He explained to her but when the question came up at what family her pocket watch came from he looked at him. "I do and I can not tell you at this time for as. Said the walls do sometimes have ears and I rather keep the origins of her pocketwatch a secret for now." He explained to Eliezer as he stood up.

"And Eliezer from what I can see you truly do love Raven and want to keep her safe for here is what I think will help once you take the throne and your father has no more control over the kingdom and if you desire to marry Miss Raven she will be protect for she be our wife and if those find out her origins it could finally bring a sign of peace between the two kingdoms that have been at war for far to long." Allister said but he knew it was up to Eliezer if he wished to marry his niece and would not force that upon the prince if he wished to marry her he would be fine but if not then he had to smuggle his niece out of the kingdom and back to Lunar.

"But for now lets keep what we discussed between us and when the time is right and I know you can accept what family she belongs to I will tell you or give you hints at where her family status is." He said for he still want to be careful to keep the fact that Raven was the missing heir to the kingdom of Lunar. For if the king learns this it will be a witch hunt to find her and then to execute her in the most horrible way the king can think off. ANd Allister has seen first hand how the king can be unfair if he gets the tiniest belief. That the person before them is the missing grandchild of the Lunar king. "If the king were to find out what family she belongs too death will befall her in the most cruelest way only because of her bloodline and not of what she did just to send a message to the kingdom of Lunar." Allister finished off with the Prince before he stood to walk over to Eliezer and placed his hand on his shoulder. "For now get some rest and if you need any help from me please let me know and I will help you in anyway possible for you have my full support."

[Assistant]
A lovely violin melody filled the air of the palace garden as the crown prince, seated alone on a bench among the moonlit shrubbery, attempted to calm himself with one of his favorite pursuits. However, his mind would not rest this night, for he found it an impossible task to forget what he had just learned, even if it was just for a short time. In addition, he could not help but to constantly think about his question that Allister had left unanswered. Eliezer was immensely grateful to his butler at this point in time, though, he wished that he did not have to hide Raven's family history from him. The music then stopped abruptly as the prince let out a soft sigh, gently laying his instrument onto the seat beside him. He opted to gaze up into the starry night sky as he continued to ponder over the possibilities regarding the background of his lady, until he recalled a relevant bit of information he had been given during his visit to Gloomvale Tavern.

"Dainia troops destroyed homes and murdered peaceful civilians, forcing the survivors to flee to this miserable place. This was done in search of the heir to Lunar, for the King of Dainia desires to put an end to the bloodline of Lunar's royal family. We do not know the reason why, but word is going around that the King is searching for the heir even to this day."

Could Raven be this heir that was spoken of? If that were the case, she would not even be of noble status as he had first suspected, but she would be royalty. It would make sense, considering how secretive Allister was being about her background. Eliezer had wanted to hide the fact that she was of Lunar altogether, but it was apparent that things would only be worse for her if she was indeed of royal blood. It would then be highly-likely that it had been the butler who had removed the pages about the heirlooms of Lunar from the palace library to protect her. Just the idea of it all was overwhelming, though, he was not about to jump to any conclusions until there was solid evidence.

"It is a beautiful night, Eliezer. Pardon me for intruding on your time of rest."

At the sound of the familiar voice, Eliezer turned to face Mathazar as the latter strolled over and took a seat next to him on the other side of where he had placed his violin. "You know that you are always welcome to join me, even more so on this night, as I currently fail to put my mind at ease."

The younger gave his twin a look of concern. "What troubles you this time?"

This time, the elder found himself hesitating to share what was on his mind with his brother. For Eliezer, it was a strange position to be in. He trusted no one more than Mathazar, but out of respect for Allister, he could not reveal what had been said earlier between the both of them. The butler did not want anyone else to know, and Eliezer was certain that Mathazar would understand that he had to observe the confidentiality of another individual. Perhaps he should not have mentioned tonight that he was worried in the first place. Fortunately, a third person entered the garden with a message, saving him from having to say anything else. The red-headed maid made her way to the bench and curtsied to the princes before speaking.

"The king and queen have called for Prince Eliezer," she announced, turning to look directly at the crown prince. "This is regarding your visit to the Kingdom of Sorene, Your Highness."

"Of course. Thank you, Robynne," Eliezer acknowledged the maid with a nod, before turning to Mathazar. "Pardon me, brother."

The maid's gaze followed the older prince as he went around to the entrance, and she then spoke again when he was out of sight, this time to Mathazar, and in a hushed tone. "If I may, it is highly likely that your brother is concerned with issues regarding his lady, Your Highness. They have grown rather fond of each other, which is quite unfortunate for you, is it not?"

Seeing the curiosity accompanied by a hint of fear in the prince's eyes, she took a quick but cautious glance around and stepped closer to him. "I know who 'Lady Omrea' is to you. I have heard the conversations that you have had with her in private. You first thought her a mere hired killer, and then got to know of her noble bloodline. Well, I have reason to believe that she might be of much more value to you than you know. You see, just earlier, I heard the palace butler speaking with your brother about her history. I was amazed to find out that Allister is a relative of Lady Omrea. Imagine, with her as a hostage and Prince Eliezer gone, not only will you have the throne of Dainia, but also power over Lunar."

Mathazar was relieved to hear that she was not going to betray him with such knowledge, but instead wanted to aid him. However, he knew that nobody would offer to do it for nothing. The curious look on his face was replaced with one of suspicion as he stood and took a step nearer to her.

"You have not only kept this to yourself all this while, but you are now offering to help me. There must be something that you want from me," he pointed out, imitating her current hushed matter of speaking.

At his words, she gazed softly into his eyes. "Only you, my dear prince."

He scoffed in amusement, not believing what he had just heard. "Pardon me?"

"I have admired you from afar for far too long, Your Highness. I hope that you can feel the same about me one day," she continued, reaching up to touch his face.

He caught her wrist and smirked. "I see now that we both want the same - the Kingdom of Dainia. If we are to wed, it will be yours as much as mine."

"If it was all I wanted, I would have betrayed you instead," she responded. "The patrons of Gloomvale Tavern will willingly take jobs to sabotage the royal family. It is not safe for you to go back there, but an unknown palace maid will have no such issue. Perhaps your dear brother shall meet with a little 'accident' on his way to Sorene, and then I shall have a group snatch Lady Omrea up at a convenient time."

Mathazar nodded, proceeding to run his fingers through her hair. "Well then, I cannot refuse my love to a lady who wishes to give Dainia to me. Aid me as you have said, and my heart will be yours."

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Raven was busy going over papers and other things she needed taken care of before she could ship the orphans to a safer place. "Man who knew so much went into transporting children." Andy said and Raven looked over at her assassin brother laughing a bit. "Well they need food, water, clothes, toys, books, blankets, and....." She went down her really long list and Andy covered his ears.

"Ok Sis I get it I get it man all because that bastered of a younger prince threaten the kids a prince who wants to be king should not think awful thoughts good thing you fell for your target instead." He said and Raven hit him upside the head. "Ah ok I deserved that wrong choice of words." He said repenting to his assassin sister who he knew better then fight.

"Come on lets get this done I want to have the children out of here by the next few days." She explained to him and Andy sighed a bit stressed out by all this.

Raven mainly let out a sigh and looked at him. "Want to go to Gloomvale Tavern to wet your whistle and relax while I keep working?" After she asked that he shot up from his seat and was out the door making Raven looked shocked. "I guess that was a yes." she sighed while rubbing her head while her assassin brother made it to the Tavern in his gear, for he knows better then to go in his civilian cloths, and got his drink on.

Raven was writing more stuff down before she stretched her back out a bit and soon thought back on her date today wit Eliezer smiling a bit for she really enjoyed her time with him and hoped they can spend time again together soon.

"Man just saw him today and I already wish to see him again I really can be greedy." She said as she stood from her seat and went to her window and looked out at the castle while leaning against the window seal. "To think I used to hate the royal family but now here I am falling for the heir of Dainia though still not fond of his father but I guess I can tolerate him for Eliezer's sake." She said to herself as she looked out the window smiling to herself.

"Guess I better call it a night I am about ready to fall asleep." She said and smiled at the castle. "Sleep well Eliezer. She said before she headed to bed for the night after doing bed checks on the children.

By the next day Raven was up dealing with the children like normal but was shocked Andy did not return last night from the Tavern and hoped he was alright but decided that he might also be taking day off from the kids since they can be a handful at time. But today was her get stuff done to get the kids to another kingdom same from Mathazar's reach or touch.

[Assistant]
"There we go..." Robynne whispered under her breath as she pull the book on Lunarian history off a shelf of the palace library. However, she came to the same frustration that had met Eliezer when he had first tried to pry for such information. She smirked and shook her head at the missing pages. "You're a cautious one, Allister..."

That was when she heard footsteps approaching the room, and quickly closed the book before placing it back onto the shelf. She then picked her feather duster up and pretended to be busy cleaning, only stopping and turning to greet Eliezer after he entered.

"Good morning, Your Highness! I trust you have rested well? Oh, I would just like to inform you that your instrument has been well taken care of and is back in its proper place."

The prince let out a short hiss at the reminder about his violin, rather embarrassed that he had forgotten all about it after he had left the garden the night before. "Right, thank you very much, Robynne, and a good morning to you as well."

"Do you have plans with your lady today, Your Highness?" The maid enquired as she continued to dust the shelves.

"I do not," he responded, taking a seat at one of the available desks and pulling some ink and paper out. "Today I shall be making preparations for my travel and meeting. I also wish to give Lady Omrea time to attend to her own duties. I will be writing to her to let her know that I shall pay a short visit to the village tomorrow, however, for I wish to personally inform her of my absence from the day after."

She turned to him again, this time with a light gasp and a look of surprise. "Your lady hails from the village? How exciting! You see, I was raised in an upper middle class district of Dainia, and I have never stepped into the village."

Having heard what his maid had to say, Eliezer stopped writing and paused in thought for a second before looking to her. "If you are keen to see the village and its way of life, you are welcome to accompany me when I visit Lady Omrea tomorrow."

Robynne's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Me, Your Highness?"

He nodded. "I see no harm. I could use your assistance, and it would be good for Lady Omrea to have a lady friend from the palace."

"I am grateful for this opportunity, Your Highness, and I would be honored to accompany you tomorrow."

Of course, Eliezer was unaware of the kind of 'opportunity' she had really meant. This would be a chance to find out exactly where Raven lived and perhaps even befriend her and gain her trust.

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By afternoon, Raven would receive another envelope bearing the royal seal, this time containing the following message:

My dearest Raven,

I hope that you, your companions, and the orphans under your care are doing well. I am writing to inform you that I will be paying a personal visit to the village tomorrow. I hope that we can converse then, for there is a matter that I wish to share with you. I eagerly await our meeting.

Best regards,
Eliezer of Dainia