[System]
Age: 16
Demon: Defeat
Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things.
Bio: WIP

[User] "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.

[Assistant] "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.

[User] "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1

[Assistant] Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.

[User] "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.

[Assistant]
Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything.

At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep.

As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.

[User] "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!

[Assistant] Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.

[User] Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux

[Assistant]
Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in.  "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young.
"Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"

[User] Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"

[Assistant] "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.

[User]
Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then."

The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."

[Assistant] Katherin nodded her acceptance. She was glad to have people to help her fill the castle. It didn't feel do empty now. She headed to her room ready to start a new day. She laid on her bed happy not to be alone. She hoped that the others would choose to stay. Forever was a long time to be alone. She ignored Secrets whispers about her new housemates. She had time to learn them later. For now she wanted to learn about the people first.

[User]
Death's Door
Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid.

Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.

[Assistant]
Having sat in the entry hall for a good number of songs, Rez finally decided that it looked like no one was coming.
Jumping to his feet, music still pounding in his ears, he wandered up a staircase and down a few corridors, losing himself somewhere along the way. Shrugging when he realized this, he delved deeper into the castle, sticking his head round every door. He found that some rooms had furniture while others were bare, and some looked like they had once been furnished, but had been raided, leaving big heavy stuff, but no smaller, personal possessions.

He also stumbled across a large was-once-extravagant multi-tiered room with no apparent obvious purpose, although he supposed there would have been a reason for it, he just didn't know what it was. Other notable rooms included a workshop-like place, with old dry sawdust littering the floor, and many tools lining the walls on pegs, an empty kitchen that looked like it couldn't have been used in the last century, there was literally that much dust, a empty stone room with a bad vibe, and no it wasn't the dungeon, an old style drawing room, with a very nice view, tree clad hills and grassy valleys, a smithy, and a door with frost on the handle sutiated in a freezing hallway, from which came a tense, almost deadly feeling. Suffice to say Rez did not linger long, and certainly didn't sate his intangible curiosity.

But best of all, in Rez's opinion, was another multi-tiered room, this one with a rather obvious purpose, stated boldly with beautifully crafted wooden shelves crammed to bursting with colourful books. Everything from big thick leather bound tomes, down to skinny paperbacks missing the back cover, from books on history, to books on religion, fiction and non-fiction, endless rows upon rows of books. Standing in the doorway, Rez inhaled, catching that soft, for the most part indescribable, glorious smell of books. Slipping inside he flicked off his music, hearing nothing but the soft clomping of his worn and faded brown army boots. It was nice to not be hearing a voice, commenting on every word or thought, to feel like he was alone in his head, like there was no one else pushing for a different outcome, that it was all his own decisions.

He had found quite quickly that if he threw the voice enough bones in the form of accepted challenges, it would shut up and withdraw for a while, hibernating almost, the length of time depending on many factors, most of which Rez had no clue about.

Running a hand gently along the book spines Rez, drank in the atmosphere, feeling at ease for the first time since coming to this place. Picking a book at random he found himself a snug nook, filled with pillows and blankets, perfect in his opinion, and opened the book; Drake's Comprehensive Compendium of Dragonology according to the red hardback cover. Snuggling down he flicked through, pausing on a page with a picture of a dragon? hiding behind it's wings, like those spies in old cheesy movies. The word on the page labeled the dragon as 'Incognito'. Rez sniggered then read through the descriptions of draco americanus incognito. He really started laughing however when he read the piece listed under colour;

COLOUR
A number of combinations is possible. One
account points to it being gold and silver, but this
may be due to the fact that the description was of
a gold and silver statue of the creature rather than
the thing itself.

Utterly exhausted, with all his energy finally spent, Rez had just enough mind to carefully lay the book down before curling up in one of the fleecy blankets and drifting off to sleep.


[System]
Appearance:

Age:
 26

Birth Country:
 Born on a boat, raised on a boat, then delivered unto the Slums

Family members:
 Mother- Irene
 Father- Richard
 Little Sister- Tasha

Role/Occupation:
 Hireable criminal brute. Used to be a dock worker.

Starting Fortune:
 Always has at least 50 dollars on him. (In his front left pocket)
 Pocket knife (Kept in belt)
 Hunting knife (Kept in belt)
 5 Throwing knives (Kept in belt)
 Metal bat (Tied onto back)

Strengths:
 Melee combat (Knives, Fists, etc.)
 Durable (Can take a beating)
 Sneaky (When he wants to be)
 Intimidating (When he wants to be)

Weaknesses:
 Dealing with emotions (Easily angered, thinks he can never show anything other than anger or impassiveness.
 Not a very good judge of character
 Doesn't care about anything (Except the people that are very, very close to him)
 Ranged combat (Bows, guns, etc.)
 Being diplomatic (He punches people. He doesn't have a way with words.)

Greatest Fear:
 Internal Fear - Weakness. (Showing it, feeling it. It doesn't matter. If he's seen as weak in any way and he can recognize it, it'll be
 all he thinks about.)
 External Fear - Claustrophobic (Can't handle small spaces. He would rather die than go in a crawl space. Elevators are pretty bad too.)

Background/History:
 Childhood: At a younger age he used to be a sweet little boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was never really scared of much and he felt the sight of blood was oddly welcoming. Ronan always wanted to protect his friends, not so much his family. He hated his father for not being there for him, and his mother for ignoring him completely. The only family he really cared for was his sister, the only person that has ever always been there for him. At school, people picked on him, called him names, pulled nasty pranks on him. Ronan was seen as weak and pathetic. One day it was too much and he finally snapped, he couldn't deal with it any longer. After hospitalizing a bully on the way home, the beast inside had been awakened and he began to crave violence like a drug. Now Ronan is unapologetic. He misses the sight of blood like an old friend. Ronan is easily provoked since he doesn't care about his actions getting him in trouble. He would sooner break a kid's nose than apologize to him, and he rarely backs down from a fight or opportunity to feel someone's bones crunching under his blows. Ronan also has a slight fascination with guns, although he would never use one. He loves seeing fruits explode on impact, but can't help but wonder if heads do the same thing as watermelon.

 Where, Why, and What:
 Ronan was born as a Gypsy. Not your typical Gypsy though. Oh no, he was a Gypsy of the sea. Instead of riding a wagon from town to town, he would ride ships and help with the sailors while his mother robbed them with her "magic." When he was no older than 10, his parents would constantly be traveling. That was, of course, before his sister came around. When his mother was pregnant with Tasha, the family finally settled down in their current home, the last port before delivery. Although, always being in close quarters with his parents didn't mean they really gave him much attention. His mother was always focused on the next client, and his father was never really there to begin with. Ronan's father was always off ship, but sometimes found his way to the port they were loading onto. They saw him at most three times a year, sometimes less than that. After Tasha was born, Ronan never saw him again. His mother loves The City of No Name, even though her lack of a well-paying profession has left them in the slums. Then, his mother got sick. He was only 17 when his mother fell ill. She was so sick she could barely move and he, being the oldest, had to take over. Ronan was never really into the Gypsy stuff, nor was he good at it. He would rather take the things he wanted by force rather than by finesse. So, that's what he became. Ronan had always been a big kid. That, combined with his violent nature, he did fairly well in the streets. He started out as a mugger, providing just enough for his mother and sister. But, it soon became addicting. Seeing the blood splatter against the stone, and hearing the crunch of bones, it was his drug. Ronan couldn't stop, nor did he want to. He quickly became what he his today, a brute for hire. Handing out hits didn't also pay better, it was more fun. He had found his purpose. Something that not only entertained, but provided for what little family he had left.

[User]
the first chapter of an original story: Urban Creatures

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Current week: [Nov 1, 2017 - Nov 7, 2017]

[Assistant]
Sloth the Dealer, Nov 1, 2017 - 9th Street in the Slums of No Name , approximately 9am

"and stay the fuck outta my sight, if I ever see you around here again I'll make sure you are pulled apart piece by piece you slimy piece of degenerate shit fuck!"

wide-eyed with fear the sunken face man ran off tripping over his own feet , struggling to keep his balance gasping for breath after being on the receiving end of a deafening stomp to his chest cavity that surly cracked a couple of ribs.

"junkie piece of shit tried to rob me, me?" laughing to himself, "obviously he didn't know who the fuck he was dealing with. prick's lucky I didn't stab em, cuz betty's been lonely.." he trailed off, thumbing the handle of a black blade tucked in his waistband.

when suddenly he erupted into a series of violent coughs that reverberated his entire being causing him to double over, bringing a dark cloth from his pocket he covered his masked mouth, attempting deep breaths through his nose to calm down. Finally he was able to bring his breathing to a steady rhythm, "fucking bullshit" he muttered in between now short controlled breaths. "lung bullshit"

*bzzzz* the pager adorning his waist vibrated, he looked down at the green retro screen of what was now considered ancient technology. the poorly illuminated device read "1 o clock lunch" in fading LED.

1 o clock lunch .. today we'd be going down to the docks to pay someone a much needed visit. I'll head over to the Market District and grab a newspaper while I wait. See what bullshit they've come up with today.

Sloth walked in the direction of the Market District, passing a line of drug addicts slumped together on the wall of a degrading building. Obviously burned out from the evening before.

"Ahh, I love the smell of the Slums in the morning" he said sarcastically turning his head to the left, letting out a sigh. "fucking pussies" he crumpled up a $10 euro note and threw it at the feet of the three bums."go get some food you fucking degenerates" they dropped to their knees and crawled towards the wad of cash, clawing at one another to get their hands on the paper treasure. Sloth rolled his eyes behind his mask and tilted his head back looking up at the bleak sky accented with it's perpetual red haze.

"How am I going to help fix this fucked up hell hole?"

He continued walking towards the market district. Relaxed but focused on the task at hand. Today was important.

"Corrupt Bitch." Sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth"
"Safest Place on Earth my ass, who the fuck comes up with this bullshit?"
"If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal.

Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit.

[User] -delete this-

[Assistant]
Andria looked up at the ticking clock on the wall. Sighing, she stood up from her work in the building's garage. Looking around, the young woman began to wipe grease and oil from her hands. Cleaning up the tools she had lying around, Drake made sure that her workplace was left in a clean and neat state. The half-built car that stood in the middle of the garage looked out at her solemnly. Drake had been working on the car for nearly several months now. Ever since she arrived at No Name.

Letting the rag in her hands fall onto an empty table, Drake walked up the stairs into the inn proper. The inn was called The Serpent's Lair, but was more commonly known as the Den in the docks of No Name. The inn was three stories tall. On the bottom story was the pub, kitchen, and garage. The second floor was the guest rooms and the top floor was Drake's living quarters.

Sighing, Drake walked up to the front door. Looking out, she watched as the sun peeked up over the horizon. Flipping the sign that hung in the window to 'OPEN' Drake turned back around. Reaching up behind her head, the woman tied her hair back into a ponytail. Walking up to the stairs she pulled on a rope. A loud thump was heard afterwards, followed by the quick pattering of feet. Paying no mind to the sounds, Drake pulled out a notebook from behind the counter. In it was design after design after design. They were all of different pieces of the car that sat in the garage.

Suddenly, a small, wiry frame came tumbling down the stairs. Tripping, the young boy face-planted the ground. Though, it couldn't have been too hard as he bolted upright with a stupid grin on his face. "Hey, Eric! Stop fooling around and get to those dishes from last night." Drake yelled out to the boy, patting the top of his head as he passed. His thick brown hair was a mess this morning, as it always was.

Drake had met the boy over a year ago in the slums. He had decided to pick her pocket, which was a bad decision for him. However, Drake had always had a soft spot for children and instead took the nine-year old in. When she opened up the inn a year ago, he quickly became her number one, if only, employee.

Roused from her thoughts, Drake's attention turned towards the door as the bell rung. The cold morning breeze wafted into the building as a figure stood, silhouetted , in the doorway.

[User]
Ronan sat in his usual alley, chewing on a toothpick. He had seen those beggars go after a 10 euro after a not so happy looking man threw it at them. He would take it. To him, at this point, it didn't matter about the money. What mattered was the image. He needed people to be scared of him. To throw what he asked for at his feet, terror in their eyes. He would let them keep the money for now. He wanted them to be happy with themselves. Only so that he could take that happiness and smash it into the ground. Ronan might even come back later and rip whatever they had bought with it, probably food, out of their hands. Those two weren't aware of the danger lurking right next to them. For all they knew, he was probably a drug dealer, if anything. He was too well dressed to be much of anything else. Either that or he was a rich person screwing around in the wrong place.

Ronan decided he would let them keep the euro, for now anyway. Hell, he might even let them have it. That is, if he felt the same when he came back to visit the pair. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the market. His sister still lived with him, and he still felt a personal responsibility to feed her. She probably wanted soup now that the weather was getting colder. Ronan supposed he would make soup, but in order to do that, he had to go to the market and buy the ingredients.

"Such a chore," Ronan mumbled to himself as he walked away from the alley and into the bright afternoon. The sky was gray, the way he liked it. Soon it would snow. The world would be dark and dead. He preferred the winter over the summer. All of the flowers, bright colors and bright lights were almost always too much for him. And the bugs. Ronan wished all the bugs either left him alone or died off completely, but the rational part of his mind knew that the latter would be impossible without huge environmental impacts. Not that he cared much for the environment, of course.


[System]
Klara Blake

"I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?"

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Character Summary
Aliases: None
Age: 18
Birthday: February 14, 1674
Death Date: March 12, 1692
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts
Godly Parent: Thor
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Old Norse

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Appearance
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Weight: 121 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century.

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Psychology
Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki.

 However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you.
Fatal Flaw: Pride
Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Swimming, reading
Fears:
* Snakes
* Heights
* Fire

Likes:
* Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!)
* Playing tricks on people
* Fighting
* Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid)
* Swimming
* Books

Dislikes:
* Spiders
* Snakes (the bane of her existence)
* Fire
* Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic)
* Liars
* People she thinks are idiots

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Skills
Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)
* Super Strength
* Goat Vision!

General Skills:
* Cooking
* Persuasion
* Perception
* Lock Picking
* Drawing
* Knowledge of Animals
* Tracking

Combat Skills:
* Sword Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Knife Combat
* Knife Throwing
* Shields

Magic Item:
* Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry.
* Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died.
* Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives.
* A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach.
* Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side
* Another knife in a small sheath on her right side
* Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* More throwing knives gallore!
* Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills
* Her artwork on display
* Drawing supplies
* A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her.
* Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times.

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History

Biography
 Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick.

 They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what.

 Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla:
 She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody

Extra Information: Posty post Aesir
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Klara Blake
"Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛
"She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have."
Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then.

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💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜
"One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs."
Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations.

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💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛
"She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though."
The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly.

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Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol
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[User]
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Location: Niflheim
Skills: Basic Ass First Aid

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Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down.

For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.

[Assistant]
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Runa Johansson

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Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video.

 "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?

[User]
Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 "She's definitely a very good kitty and is definitely going to get more snuggles later, isn't that right Betty?" she said happily towards the cat who meowed in response to what she said, purring slightly too. She giggled slightly at her cat, more then a little happy that she had the armor that allowed her to be more useful in a fight. Then again she always found Betty amusing when she was wandering around with a knife or something in her mouth. That cat was pretty dangerous when she wanted to be, unless she liked you.

 Her attention was drawn away from her own thoughts with regards to her awesome little kitty cat (though Betty wasn't so little anymore) as the giant started talking. Klara rolled her eyes slightly as the giant tried to seemingly bargain with them over the tools. Something was odd to her, the fact that the giant really wanted the tools. "Why the hell do you want the tools? Seriously, this is ridiculous, you think we're going to just hand you tools that don't belong to you without you giving us a valid reason to believe anything you say or whatever? You really are dumb."


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Mudkip
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos.

Requested Legend(s): Rayquaza, Latios, Jirachi, Deoxys
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 13
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User]
Johanna's Umbreon made quick work of the opposing Sunflora. and Sherlock defeated the opposing Lairon by the timer expiring. the next match would be Shiranui vs Johanna.

1 RP 5 RP
2 Shiranui Tsukiko 6 RP
3 RP  7 RP
4 Johanna 8 Liam Coleman

[Assistant] Lance watched and marveled as his friends destroyed the other competition, "Those guys are awesome, one of these days we are going to battle them and defeat them alright guys" Lance said clenching his fist, his pokemon roared in agreement.

[User]
Shiranui sized up his opponent and since he faced a veteran coordinator, Johanna would be quite a challenge. The timer started and both coordinators sent out their Pokémon. "Umbreon, start with Quick Attack!"
"Zoro, Dark Shield Combination!" The Zoroark conjured a Night Daze dome and hid a Protect shield in it. Umbreon ran right at Zoro, but bounced off the shield, costing Johanna points. Zoro dispelled the Protect shield and expanded the Night Daze while conjuring an illusion of the beach at night.
"Umbreon, Confuse Ray!"
"Zoro, Taunt!" Zoro put his speed to work and conjured a Honchkrow guise that started issuing a series of squawks that sounded like laughter. Shiranui was reminded of when his own Honchkrow laughed at Liam's Chansey—now a Blissey—during the Silver Conference grand final. Umbreon was angry at Zoro's mockery and was unable to pull its move off.
"Umbreon, aim a Swift at the sky!"
"Zoro, block the move with Fury Swipes!" Zoro dropped his Honchkrow guise as Umbreon fired star-shaped projectiles up at the sky. The Zoroark leaped into the air and used Fury Swipes to slash at the stars, causing them to explode into sparkles.
"Umbreon, Shadow Ball!"
"Zoro, Night Slash!" Zoro donned a Blade Forme Aegislash illusion as Umbreon launched a ball of shadow energy. Zoro's blade had an aura of dark energy as it slashed the Shadow Ball in half and used his cloth-like arms to throw the halves like discs at Umbreon. Umbreon dodged the attack.
"Umbreon, Pursuit!"
"Zoro, follow the leader!" This time Zoro donned an Umbreon guise of his own. The two Umbreon chased each other in circles around the battlefield and a lot of people were losing track of which Umbreon belonged to whom.
"Umbreon, Feint Attack!"
"Follow the leader!" The two Umbreon disappeared and in several places, they exchanged hits and near misses. The clock ticked down to 0:30.
"Umbreon, Mean Look!"
"Zoro, Scary Face!" This time, the two Umbreon made nasty and intimidating faces to see who could out-do the other. Zoro changed guises and now looked like a Gengar before using Hyper Voice to jump scare Umbreon. The clock hit zero and Umbreon fainted with fright. The illusions faded and for a while aside from the sound of waves crashing you could hear a pin drop as the audience was left stunned from Zoro's last appeal.

[Assistant] Sherlock beat the other coordinator's Breloom. Liam knew that he was in trouble with the final matchup, as his opponent would be immune to Sherlock. Liam took his place on the stage when he was called.

[User] Lance studied zoroarks versatility, "so strong" Lance said. All 4 of the competitors were strong, but Lance also remembered that they were Pokemon league champions, they would need to be very strong.

[Assistant] Shiranui took his place on the other side. The clock started ticking and he sent Zoro out. Zoro conjured an illusion of a colosseum arena in ruins.

[User] Liam called for a Miracle Eye, to allow Sherlock's Psychic moves to be able to hurt Zoro. Sherlock's eyes flashed blue for an instant and removed his opponent's immunity. It may not have been a flashy maneuver, but it was laying groundwork for later.

[Assistant] "You may be able to hit Zoro, but can you hit him?" rebutted Shiranui, "Zoro, Poison Z Combination!" The Zoroark used Night Slash to conjure a 'Z' sign, imbibed it with Toxic and used Fling to throw it at high velocity towards Sherlock.

[User] "Psycho Cut into Safeguard!" Liam called. The psychic blade slashed through the attack while Safeguard protected Sherlock from the poison that was sent flying. Shiranui's points had dropped a tad, much like Liam's did with his not flashy move from a few seconds ago.

[Assistant] "Zoro, Dark Juggle!" The Zoroark conjured several Dark Pulses, one being the real attack and the others being illusions. He juggled them around before using Fling to throw them at Sherlock.

[User] "Sweep with Charge Beam!" Liam called. Sherlock crossed his spoons. A ball of electricity formed at the cross point. Sherlock swept through the Dark Pulses, causing each one to explode, and Shiranui's points to drop a bit.

[Assistant] "Zoro, Shichishito Combination!" The Zoroark donned a Blade Forme Aegislash illusion and used Shadow Claw to conjure six more branches, forming a shadowy seven-branched sword. Zoro charged at Sherlock with the blades glowing a bright blood red colour, adding a Night Slash to the mix.

[User] "Ice-Shadow Combination!" Liam called. Sherlock was hurt and received a critical hit. A huge chunk was taken from Liam's points for the move. Sherlock then began to do his maneuver. He formed a Shadow Ball, and propelled it with an Ice Punch. The Shadow Ball was not only frozen, but it was propelled to go at a higher speed.

[Assistant] "Zoro, Surprise Attack Combination!" Sherlock's attack landed and after the explosion issued forth, the smoke cleared to reveal a broken Substitute decoy and the Zoroark nowhere in sight. Zoro was readying a Feint Attack and used an illusion to slip away undetected. The clock ticked down to two minutes left.

[User] "Pivoting Barrier!" Liam called. Sherlock conjured barriers where pivoting in place.

[Assistant] The barriers raised Sherlock's Defence, but they did not stop Zoro from landing a hit. "Zoro, give him a couple of bars!" The Zoroark smirked and donned a Ralts illusion before using a combination of Taunt and Round to sing something insulting to the tune of Pop Goes the Sneasel.

[User] "Draining Energy Ball!" Liam called. Sherlock ran up to Zoro forming an Energy Ball. He smacked it into Zoro with a Drain Punch, using the Energy Ball as a boxing glove.

[Assistant] "Zoro, Jumpscare Combination!" The Zoroark disappeared from sight with Feint Attack and soon after, a Misdreavus (Zoro in Illusion) appeared right in front of Sherlock and used Scary Face to make his face look grotesque and Hyper Voice to scream in his face.

[User]
Sherlock was starting to get upset now. "Giga Impact into Dazzling Gleam!" Liam called. Sherlock started Giga Impact and fired Dazzling Gleam into the vortex that surrounded him. Liam quickly glanced at the board to see that Shiranui still had a lot more points then Liam did. The clock only had a matter of seconds left, and Liam's only hope was to KO Zoro before time expired. A second before Sherlock's attack connected the timer expired.
 "And time's up!" Vivian announced. "The winner of the Slateport Beach contest is Shiranui Tsukiko of Eckutreak City!"

[Assistant] "That was a close one," commented Shiranui before he received the Slateport Contest Ribbon.

[User] Vivian closed the ceremony. Liam returned to the Pokémon Center and handed Sherlock's Pokéball to a Chancey so it could be healed.

[Assistant] In the poke center was a young woman, the one they had met often, khuda. She rushed to the group of boys eagerly. Ralts was resting on her head but struggled to stay on top as she ran. Her mankey was close by and her geodude in a poke ball at her side. "How did it go? I bet you won"

[User]
"Actually, I lost by time out." Liam admitted. "My last attack would have connected if I had just one more second. But, Sherlock still put on a good show." Blissey returned to the counter and placed the Pokéball on the counter.
 "Blis Blissey!" she replied with a smile and a bow. Liam picked it up and thanked Blissey. "Well, there is a museum here in Slateport. It might be fun to check out once the others get back."

[Assistant] Shiranui healed his Pokémon as well. "I think it's a great idea," he replied.

[User] Lance returned to the Pokemon center, "great battle guys, shows both of you guys really wanted it" lances Pokemon had all been outside of their poke balls spectating the battle. "So what's the next plan" lance asked.

[Assistant] "We are going to look at the museum that is in town." Liam replied.

[User] "Awww, but that sounds so boring! Can't we just go back to training? I don't care about some history! We can do that when we're all old!" She shouted in annoyance. She made her rants cover it's ears and mankey growling a bit at the fact she was embarrassing him.

[Assistant] "You don't like to be educated about how past events are connected to the world today?" Shiranui asked.

[User] "You never know, you could learn something in the museum that you would like." Liam pointed out. Liam thought he saw to of the corner of his eye a brown coat rushing out of the PokéCenter.

[Assistant] Shiranui spotted the brown coat man as well. "Liam, looks like our old globetrotting police friend is back," he stated, recognising the man as Looker.

[User] "If Looker is here, it can't be good." Liam said. "We should hurry and follow him."

[Assistant] "Indeed," Shiranui agreed.

[User] "Looker, sounds scary... I guess it will come after all" she responded, putting her ralts in its pokeball. She wanted to be as discrete as possible.

[Assistant] "Okay, let's make like ninja and shadow him," Shiranui finished.

[User] The heroes shadowed Looker to the museum. At the museum were a bunch of Team Aqua members. Looker was devising a way to sneak in. Liam quietly tapped his shoulder. Looker jumped and turned around to see the heroes. "Liam, Shiranui, what are you two doing here?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

[Assistant] "Well, we were here to collect all the Hoenn gym badges, but then Team Aqua reared their ugly heads and this would be the second time we crossed paths with them," whispered Shiranui, "I'd tell you more, but we have more pressing issues right now."

[User] "Right." Looker said with a nod. "We need to get inside and see what Team Aqua wants inside the museum." Looker and the heroes began to walk down to the museum and enter. Once inside, a bunch of Aqua grunts see them and a dozen Pokéballs are flung, all releasing Poochyena. Liam smirks ad calls out Sherlock. "Confusion-Blast formation!" Sherlock, pulling off a contest-esque maneuver used Focus Blast and manipulated it with Confusion to minimize collateral damage in the building, knocking each Poocheyna out in one hit each. The Aqua grunts began to scatter after Liam beat them effortlessly.


[System]
Age: 21. Exiled at 20.

Exiled for: A year and a month

Race: Alpha Werewolf

Heritage: The oldest son of the current leaders of their Pack. Legends say that the Vukasin wolves have been around for five centuries, no proof has arisen so those are mostly rumors. Hushed whispers sometimes state that a wolf mated with a mage and because of that some wolves were born with magic dominant within them. No one can say for sure if that is true.

General Appearance: He appears like his mother except for his emerald green eyes that he inherited from his father. He's of slender build with muscles hidden beneath the clothes he wears, he's tall at 5'8". His eyes darken to a mossy-green when he's angry or uneasy, when he's exhausted they appear hazel or even grey. His skin tone is lighter than most wolves, no matter how long he's out in the sun he never tans though he doesn't mind. His shifted form varies only in the color of his eyes and the size he appears as. His eyes are golden and he's twice as big as the wild wolves that habitat the forests. His fur is a mixture of grey and black, his tail ebony in color while his underbelly was a mixture of white and grey.

Clothes worn: When he was a part of his Pack he wore robes of different shades of grey and black. After his exile he wears simple and yet comfortable clothes, loose shirts and pants that were easy to move in. Though he rarely shifts from his wolf form nowadays, he makes sure to keep a change of clothes in the trees near where he lives.

Abilities: Full-shift: Werewolves are able to complete the shift only if they have practice and are related to someone who's completed it. Neither of his parents are able to shift fully, the only thing that changes are the color of their eyes. At first it hadn't been easy to shift forms, it wasn't until his grandmother his told him the secret that he was able to change freely.
Magic: He's kept this to himself except for his grandparents that have visited him after his exile. He's able to create ice at will, something that was rare and extremely hard to do when he first found it about his ability. He can form ice from the air or any surface of water, his breath always creating a white puff even in the heat of summer.
Enhanced senses/strength: Rarely will he shift unto his human form, he's grown accustomed to being able to sense everything around him. He's able to smell things for a large distance away, his hearing is just as good that he can hear a rumble of thunder from miles away. He's never had to use his strength except for those times he's had to fight other animals larger than him, though the mere sight of him usually sent anything fleeing.

Weakness: Wolfsbane: A flower that is poisonous to his kind, even humans are warned to stay away from it. The flower blooms were werewolves are and the smell of it is enough to give him a headache. He was forced to ingest it when he'd been taken and from that he'd been immobile and weak for a week. Healing: Usually Were's can heal any wound within minutes, the only times it took longer were when wounds were continuously applied or when hunger of exhaustion were at their peek. Feral wolves: There are two types of Were's, those that were bitten and those that were born wolf. The bitten wolves had a higher chance of going feral if they weren't watched during a full moon, born wolves are able to maintain their humanity with more ease when they have an anchor -someone to bring them back from the brink of losing their mind-.

Weapon: His ability of ice. He can form a barrier at will or clones of wolves to aid him when in trouble. He can form a wolf-like mist armor that could hold against swords and other Were's, it can't hold against fire magic for more than a couple of minutes.

Personality: Will describe in the roleplay.

Ticks/tags: Ticks: When he's anxious he'll curl his upper lip in a silent snarl, his tail ramrod straight. Pacing back and forth when restless or is unable to sleep. Tags: After being thrown out like trash after being taken, he's more prone to fidgeting. He's not sure what they did to his right hind leg but it throbs when it rains or he's on his feet for too long.

Fears: Not being able to find Thea. Byrce fears losing his mind to his wolf when he's lost in anger or old memories from his time within a sterile white room.

Family: Parents: Alpha Ryde and Alpha Kiera
Siblings: Andrea (16) and Isaac(12)

Short bio: He'd learn from a young age that he was special. He was taught that humans and mages were beings that he was to be cautious of. He was six when he began to notice the diminishing number of his packmates, how tense his parents were with each person that went missing. Meeting the royal family to sign a treaty had confused him, his mother had explained to him that it would help their packmates so no one else went missing anymore. He met their daughter and despite his initial wariness of her, he found himself warming up as time passed.

She was the first to see his Full-shift. He had only been ten when it had happened and it had been a surprise to everyone. His parents had taken him home that day and had explained to him what Alpha, Beta and Omega meant. He found out that night that he was an Alpha, which would explain why he'd been able to shift. From then on he could be found running around the Althanes' kingdom full wolf, everyone relaxed after the first few times. Years passed after that and Byrce barely had time to see his friend, his time was spent dealing with his parents pressuring him to chose a mate.

The day they came for Thea was the day Byrce found out about his ability. He managed to injure one of the men before a blow to the head momentarily stunned him, the next thing he knew something was being shoved down his throat. He awoke to a burning agony that he couldn't escape no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't put up a fight when they came to collect him. He wasn't sure just when he'd been thrown out or where he was, all he knew was that his hind leg refused to hold his weight and his body ached all over. When he finally made it home he didn't have time to relax, he was immediately tackled to the ground by the guards.

He was exiled that day without a chance to see his parents, the one that had given the order had been an Elder he had learned to obey. He managed to reach a forest that seemed to glow even in the darkness of night. He came to the next morning when a warm hand running down his side and the smell of pine filling his nose. His grandparents took care of him and made sure his leg healed as best as it could, his ears managing to catch the faint words of "Wolfsbane poisoning" before darkness took him under again. He began searching after he'd been given the okay by his grandfather, he still keeps searching when he's able to.

[User]
Anything involving a forest was a splendid idea.

Voicing his agreement with a soft yip, Byrce raced forward and nudged Zane's side playfully he did so. Their secret escape route would lead them close to the path that would take them towards the direction Thea had suggested, his own Kingdom was further east which he was thankful for. As he reached the tunnel-like path he heard a far-off howl, his ears twitching as he recognized the tone. His siblings shared his ability to shift though they couldn't control it as easily as he yet, Andrea it seemed wanted to know where he was.

Crawling onto his belly he easily wiggled through the opening, immediately shaking himself when he came free on the other side. Sitting on his haunches while he waited, Byrce focused on his surroundings with alertness. He was in charge of both Thea and Zane once leaving the kingdom, he was always on guard for threats. Ears and nose twitching as sounds and scents drew his attention towards the canopy of trees he can see, Byrce rose to his paws and yipped softly as he waited to begin their adventure. He fell silent when his stomach gave a loud tumble, a snort escaping him as he remembered he'd been denied food due to being late for his meetings that morning. Golden eyes focused on the trees, his tail twitching as he felt a familiar breeze of frigid air gently billowing against his fur. He hadn't shown or told Thea yet about his new ability yet, a wolfish-grin spread across his features as he envisioned how it would go.

Maybe the rumors of werewolves being part mages were true, Byrce hadn't heard of anyone else in his Pack being able to control an element. Shaking his form to dispel the small ice-crystals that were coating his grey-black fur, Byrce focused instead on quelling the sudden urge to release a burst of ice. It hadn't even been a week yet since he found out, his control was weak unless he was completely focused. He hoped his friends would join him soon, his stomach seemed intent on consuming his spine from how suddenly starving he was.

[Assistant]
Zane gave a yelp when Bryce nudged into him on his way forward. He snapped slightly at him, then turned to make chase, but stopped to look to Thea with a whine and pawing at the ground.
 Thea, with a smile that echoed in her eyes, swirled back around with a twirl of her skirts, and hurried after Byrce. Though she knew she could not keep up with the speed of a wolf, she ran, just as eager to leave the castle behind her as her friend seemed to be. Zane kept a steady pace between them, trying to split his focus between the wolf ahead of him and the girl behind.
 Hidden among a rather dense gathering of shrubs, face shrouded in shadow by the hood of a cloak, a pair of eyes watched the trio race toward their "secret" passage. With everything from the figure's form to the neigh imperceptible beat of its heart masked by a small device in the figure's gloved hand, the gentle whoosh of a contented sigh went unnoticed. With a smug air, the figure stood from its crouch once the three were out of sight, and turned back toward the castle.
 Thea reached the passage last.
 Ivy clung to the castle's outer wall stretching to either side of her. The vines hung in a sheet from about half-way up the massive structure, where the stones took on a smooth texture preventing the plant--and any invading forces--from finding any footing. Near where one side of the wall met the other, Zane waited impatiently for her.
 She gave him a quick rub between his ears, got on her knees, and pushed part of the ivy aside. A tunnel not much larger than she was on hands-and-knees waited beyond, the vines untouched for years. She crawled through it as quickly as she could, Zane at her heels. The vines fell back into place behind them, casting the already dim tunnel into near complete darkness.
 It did not take long to reach the other side, which was guarded by an illusion to make the entrance look as solid as the rest of the wall.
 Thea emerged on the other side where her friend waited. Now covered in dirt and a couple spider webs Byrce's fur had not cleared away, she stood. Wasting no time in attempting to brush herself off, she looked to where her friend waited as Zane exited the tunnel. She smiled lightly at his posture, a posture he always took when they were out together. A posture of high-alert she had seen Zane take on many occasions. Except, of course, for the grin Byrce wore that only a werewolf could give.
 She eyed him suspiciously for a short moment, wondering what laid behind the lupine grin, then glanced toward the east where the river waited.
 "Last one to the river's a skinned lizard!" she shouted over her shoulder as she raced off toward the water.
 Zane gave a bark in surprise when she suddenly took off through the dense trees surrounding this part of the castle, and hurried after her.

[User]
A challenge was a challenge.

Bryce gave both Thea and Zane a few seconds head-start, his golden eyes watching them even as his muscles shifted under his fur in preparation. Reaching five in his mental countdown the young prince sprung forward with a soft yip and easily caught up with both his friends. The smell of pine and different animal scents filled his nose the moment he breached the treeline. He allowed his senses to talk over, instinct guiding him west at a fallen tree stump that seemed to act as a split between the normally even route. They didn't get to explore much anymore, what with his father insisting on finding him a mate and all.

He couldn't help the howl that clawed it's way up from his chest, it left a tingling feeling in his stomach as it filled the forest air. The river wasn't too inside the forest, which he was thankful for as he neared it with his ears perked and nose sniffing the air. Reaching the edge Byrce tapped a forepaw against the edge before sitting down on his haunches, his head lowering to lap at the cool water. He could hear faint heartbeats to the east that told him prey was hidden amongst the thicker foliage, a soft snort escaping as he rose and settled down beside a rock where Thea could sit if she'd like. His head lowered to rest on his paws, his body relaxed though his senses not. He wondered again if he should show Thea his new ability, she had after all been the first witness to his shift so many years ago. Aside from Zane -who he thought of as an adoptive brother- it was like repeating the past, except for the fact that back then they had been in the castle compared to in a forest.

Huffing softly and rising once more, Byrce shook himself once more. He could feel the strange coolness that hovered just above his fur, glancing down he found where his paws touched the ground a faint imprint of ice was left. He couldn't much control it and with the excitement of possibly telling his friend he couldn't really focus. Moving towards the river Byrce placed a paw to the surface and watched as it immediately froze, though it only lasted a few seconds. The flow of the water dispersed the ice-imprint he'd made, the young prince watching with avid interest as the near invisible ice pieces mixed with the water around them. Happy with his 'test' he turned to face where he could hear Thea and Zane approaching, sitting down with his tail slowly beginning to wag.


[System]
Nickname
I'll leave that up to his classmates
Age
22
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bi
Racial Orientation
Virginia, USA. British/Irish ancestry, but not important in his family.

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History
The Allbrights are an old family of witches, and known to the ordinary people of nearby Fredericksburg as a family of rich eccentrics. They are locally famous(or infamous, depending on where you stand) for remaining neutral during the American Civil War. The local legend goes that soldiers from both sides tried to visit them at various times during the war, but despite being a large home and property, no one ever found the Blue House where the Allbright family lived. It wasn't seen again until years after the war ended, when a mail carrier who was new in town was being hazed by his new coworkers. When he asked about a large backlog of packages for the Allbright estate, they let him go try to deliver it to the missing house, for a laugh. Nobody believed him when he returned, bemusedly successful, until he was pressed and described the house and the patriarch of the family with eerie accuracy.

Habitually reclusive, and territorial to a fault, the Allbright family never got involved with witch affairs either. They traditionally taught their children at home, and Dana is the first member of the family to attend Raindale. His natural wanderlust was magnified by his rite of passage, and the forging of his familiar contract. Had he been born a few years ago, he might never have gone, but as luck would have it, the family's previous patriarch died recently, and was succeeded by an uncle who was particularly fond of Dana. He indulged the young man, and sent him off to school.

Personality
Calm
Patient
Kind
Strong willed

Stubborn
Wandering
Aloof
Addictive personality

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Likes
Outdoors
Old Buildings
Cold Weather
Wildlife and anthropology documentaries

Dislikes
Overly sunny days
Laziness
Prudishness

Hobbies
Hiking
Gardening
Wood carving, and some simple carpentry

Fears
Scarecrows
Deep water
Wild fire(camp fires or fireplaces are nice, though)
Driving

Dreams
Dana wants to travel the world, climb mountains, walk in the ruins of ancient civilizations.

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Year
Second
Classes
Herbology
Elemental Magic
Soul Restoration
Necromancy

Specialization
The magic practiced by the Allbrights draws power from the land, through their connection with it. This does not mean necessarily the natural landscape only, but refers to what humans have built as well.
Their most powerful place is an abandoned church, and its adjacent graveyard where many Allbrights have been buried in the past. Dana has a branch from an ancient oak tree that grows among the tombstones.
He is a nature witch, who counts humanity as a part of nature.

Strengths
Can connect with and intuit his environment very well.
Is Sensitive to spirits, both dead and inhuman.

Weaknesses
Can be easily overwhelmed

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Familiar
Crow, the crow.
Like many witch families, the Allbrights have a particular rite of passage, though theirs isn't the most responsible. Dana was given a special blend of plants with particular magic properties to smoke, and then sent walking from the back yard of the Blue House. Nobody knows what actually happened after that, least of all Dana. But his experience of it was as follows.

He came upon a country road, approaching out of the woods. It continued on forever, Dana walking unsteadily. He spoke with animals, but encountered no people, despite occasionally walking through cities, both modern and ancient. Much of this was experienced in a haze, but one event he remembers very clearly. He was walking past a corn field, but it was rotten most of the way through. There was but a single stalk still standing, and it was guarded by a scarecrow. Though he couldn't describe it now, at the time it terrified him, "it was trying to kill me with its eyes," he described shortly after returning. He doesn't remember what he meant.

Dana was starving by this point, and though he originally ran as far and fast as he could, he returned, as it was the only food he'd seen on his whole trip. Summoning all of his courage, Dana charged across the field, and shoved the scarecrow over. It went down without any resistance, and Dana seized the last ear of corn. When he turned around, the field was covered with flocks of crows who had apparently come down from the sky after the scarecrow was deposed. They were picking at the rotting corn, apparently trying to find a morsel that was still edible. Dana sat on the edge of the road, but only ate a few bites of the raw corn before tossing it to a small family of the birds. After watching them eat, one of the younger crows hopped over to him, and dropped an old tarnished silver ring by his hand. Dana put the ring on, and for some reason felt like he ought to be getting home. When he returned, the crow followed him.

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Meredith Odile

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@CosmicComet @Altered Tundra

Taking another bite of her salad, Meredith watched through squinted eyes as more people approached their table, not taking the almost obvious hints that she was attempting to throw at them through small glares and uncomfortable shifts in her seat. She began to feel a little overwhelmed already, but she covered it with a sigh, straightening herself to look a bit more intimidating, though it was difficult considering she was 5'1 exactly and looked a bit young for her age.

Turning back to Karina, as she found out, Meredith tilted her head slightly, taking a moment to respond to her question. "Well, I was trying to bring up something, you know-." She blinked a few times before finishing her sentence. "-For conversation purposes. You wouldn't want me to just sit here without saying a word, yes? Making it awkward for the both of us?" Meredith asked rhetorically, with a hint of sarcasm on her voice before she gave a small cough as she realized it. It was a bad habit she was trying her best to break, if you count "trying her best" as "barely trying", which was a more accurate term. She didn't really know Karina, nor Nadia, whom she seemed familiar with, but Meredith certainly was not, pursing her lips at the woman's early morning optimism.

"Ah, er, hello there. You're Nadia I'm assuming? Since that's what Karina adressed you as," Meredith waved her hand before resting it on her lap again. "Not sure if you're aware already, but I'm Meredith," she greeted yet another person, before once again turning back to Karina. "Hmm, I don't necessarily believe 'excited' is the right description," she said, pausing. "Maybe try...I dunno, 'indifferent', perhaps? They're just like normal classes, but with a hint of magic, which I suppose is more fun. Some of the teachers though are rather irritating, and it's not gonna be long before someone get their ass kicked, but-," she shrugged. "-It's pretty neat overall. I only have like, two classes during the day, so I have a whole lot of free time," also not realizing the wolf that had gone and sat behind Karina, but noticing the snake that had slithered onto the other woman's shoulder; the one who had sat a seat away from them. Meredith looked at it for a moment, interested.

And then as she began to ease up a little, yet another person approached with an overall optimistic disposition, which don't get her wrong, she didn't have anything against it, just that she wasn't nearly in the mood this early in the morning. Turning her head towards him, she said, "Excuse me, but please don't. Just-," she sighed, tilting her head, a tad annoyed now. "-No."

[Assistant]
Swallowing, Imani waited until her mouth was completely empty of food. "Thank you Jo, you're always so sweet to me." she cooed softly, looking at what Jo had decided for breakfast. It looked delicious and healthy, she thought about copying it tomorrow even- something different from the usual. She continued to dip her toast in the oatmeal, using her spoon to shovel a hearty bite of the oats and fruit onto the toast like vessel before putting it to her lips. She was just now starting to feel a little bit better about the morning, feeling her positive attitude shift into gear before turning into a serious study mode once classes started.

"Oh no, that is terrible!" Imani commented about Jo being scheduled for multiple classes at once. She had that happen once before but they just arranged her classes around, because she complained enough. "Hmm, let's see I have Herbology with you of course coming up here first, followed by Healing and Divination, nothing too drastic." she chimed, using a napkin to pat her lips from the crumbs of the toast.

Maxwell found himself a seat at their table and Imani returned an answer to his statement, "Oh no! You're not taking anyone's seat. Morning Max." she gave him a slight nod of the head looking at his breakfast as well, curiously. Eggs were such a staple for breakfast food, and she kind of regretted not getting some for herself. "We were just talking about what classes we were looking at this year, I don't think we have any together though." she gave a small pout, looking to Max and then to Jo expressively.

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Jo grinned at Imani. "Keeping it real." She nodded and shrugged. She smiled at Max and gave a little wave with her fingers wiggling about "Morning Max.".

Jo nodded at Imani's schedule - She knew they had Herbology together. She was rather keen for it too. For the together part more then the Herbology part. Anyone who knew Jo could tell she had quite the infatuation with Imani. She munched on a celery stick, looking between the two, then sideways, noting who sat with whom.

"So... I'm open for business, right? you two hear anyone needing any potion, you tell them to come to me, right? God knows I could use the cash." she nodded, cracking a few knuckles.

[Assistant]
Dana woke at the same time as the bell, but not because of the bell. He woke because this is the time that the school woke. For the first few seconds of his consciousness, he could feel everyone in the building rousing themselves. This only lasted the briefest of moments before he returned to himself.

His eyes fluttered openand he got out of bed, humming along as a Dolly Parton song played from somewhere else in the dorm. When he stepped outside, the rasping croak of Crow came from up on the roof, picking up the song from where it left off when the other student had left the dorm before Dana did.

He walked into the cafeteria, and piled a plate with fruit and bacon(he barely touched grains, personally), and peered around the room. He wasn't one to put much thought into where he sat, or who with, but he saw Imani sitting with Jo, and remembered he'd been meaning to speak to her.

Serendipitously, as he approached she was discussing exactly what he needed from her.

"So... I'm open for business, right? you two hear anyone needing any potion, you tell them to come to me, right? God knows I could use the cash."

"Well, gods know I have the cash to burn," he said as he sat nearby. "Think you can whip something up for me?"

Mainly he knew her through Imani, but her business made her easy enough to approach.

[User]
She looked at Dana, and her smile grew at his words, rubbing her hands together. She nodded a couple of times "Sure thing man, whatever you need, I will make it for you. How can I be of service today?"

She took out the long twisted silver made stirrer, and held the spoon part close to her ear, letting it whisper all sorts of things.
~You know what this Dana person wants? I know.... I know!
She shook her head slowly, rubbing the stirrer softly, propping it to tell her
~Ask him... Ask him about the bacon.... Ask him!
She wrinkled her nose. Sometimes, her stirrer was so dramatic.

"Er.... why is it you took bacon for breakfast? trying to keep away from grains and carbs?"

She blushed a bit. She only did what her familiar had told her, but sometimes, it felt so weird to actually do it. She raised her left hand defensively. "Its... It needs to know." and she gestures the stirrer.

[Assistant]
Dana blinked at her, a strip of bacon halfway to his mouth.

"Alright, I'm getting called out by a spoon. I just like to eat things that are closer to their natural state. Bread takes so many different changes before you eat it. Movin' on. I want a owl's eyes, and a hound dog's nose." This was a simple enough request in general. Baby's First Magic, even. Except there was that pesky Law of Equivalent Exchange. "Trick is this: I can't lose my sense of touch, or my sense of taste. It can make me deaf, take away my balance, but I need to be able to feel and taste."

Senses were simple things, and typically when a practitioner wants to increase one, another has to be decreased in exchange. Like many pieces of magic, one could get the desired effect and then worry about the cost later, but Dana couldn't afford that now.

"Probably I could do it myself, but I can't risk accidentally numbing my hands or tongue."

[User]
"~`Ask him how long... how long he want it to last!"

Jo nodded both at the stirrer and Dana, and swirled the stirrer in her hand, tilting her head, looking at Dana closely.
"May I ask... Who is the lucky.... person?" a mischievous and knowing smile crept to her lips, and she looked at Imani with some amusement in her eyes, while taking a notebook from her bag, and jolting some stuff down.

"Il need a couple of things. First, the prepayment... It will come down to 25 bucks. Second, I need to know how long you want it all to last... and I aint talking about your pal down below, 'ey? I mean the keen senses."

She rubbed the back of her neck while looking at her notebook, doing some math.
She then raised her eyes to meet Dana's, and grinned.
"I can have it prepared by 18:00 today. I assure you, you will not be dissapointed. "

She offered her hand for a handshake, and offering the other palm up for the money.

[Assistant]
"All night would be best," he said, cocking his head in some confusion over her antics. "But just make sure you can give me a reasonable expectation of how long. I dont want to be this close," he held up thum and forefinger barely a hair's breadth apart, "And then suddenly lose my edge."

When she proffered a hand, he shook, and pulled a battered leather wallet from his back pocket.

"You mean dollars or pounds? I've got some gold dollars from like eighteen fifty, if that suits your fancy."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Seto: Village by the Valley | Friday, July 8 2015

Kotori had barely a moment to catch her breath as the next assault began. Rui and Ryan led this one, making full use of Ayano's predictions and striking the Shiki-Ouji with a twinned barrage of both light and dark attacks. And once more, the Shadow struggled - but ultimately, its wards failed and one of the attacks send it crumbling to the ground. This was not to be the end, however. Even as Kotori gathered her strength to use the Shiki-Ouji's momentary weakness for another bolt of lightning, Ryan was already leaping into action as Geraint went for a heartstrike.

But neither was that the end of his attack, for in the next moment, Kotori had to bring up a hand to shield her eyes from the sudden intense beam of light that erupted from the piercing laser blade of Ryan's persona. Blinking behind her glasses and between her fingers as the light faded, Kotori could see neither of the two figures standing; a swirling mass of torn paper instead remaining where Geraint had before struck his deadly blow.

Yet even tearing the Shiki-Ouji to shreds would not suffice as a light, faint at first but rapidly growing into a shining beacon, began to emanate from the blade of Geraint, who had taken to the skies in the momentary blindness that had afflicted all onlookers. And just as the intensity of the glare threatened to become painful, the persona swung its weapon downward - and immediately followed through with a mighty flap of its wings; accelerating at a pace too fast for any eyes to comprehend. He seemed to transform into a beam of light that mercilessly bore down on the tattered remnants of what had once been the Shiki-Ouji - and upon impact completely vaporised every last scrap in a radiant explosion of light and grand display of power.

With their foe so thoroughly annihilated, Kotori quickly made sure that everyone was unhurt before turning her attention to the second group who'd kept their backs clear of the swarms of smaller Shadows that the strange mirror people had transformed into - but as it turned out, they seemed to share the fate of their larger companion and began to scatter back into the shadows. Whilst everyone remained on guard for a few moments more, Kotori could soon breathe a sigh of relief as no more shadows surged forth to attack; using the welcome break to actually catch her breath as everyone gathered around.

Before long though, Kotori perked up again when she began hearing sounds - and not those of conversation between her fellow Mirror World explorers. It was a different voice - stranger, as if coming from far away and... long ago? She blinked in confusion at the thought, but it seemed the most apt way to describe the sheer otherness of the experience before she managed to recognise the words as those of a marriage vow. Despite the strangeness of the situation, a brief smile lit up on Kotori's face - only to vanish as quickly as the voices did with the sound of shattering glass.

Almost immediately, the only remaining voice took on a tone of desperation that left Kotori frozen - for she had the misfortune of having heard it before, if in a different voice. She barely even realised that the cracking glass had been very real as shards were slowly floating all around them, at times giving off brief reflections of a man unknown to her. One such reflection might show him in anger, another huddled down whilst at other times he pored over something - as his voice returned once more, speaking words stranger yet.

Kotori's thoughts were racing. Was that... the leader of the Junsei Sekai Tensei cult? Was this the reason for it? Trying to somehow bring back his wife from the dead? But that was impossible - it had to be. And what did she - or for that matter, everyone gathered around - have to do with all of this? But... resurrection? What made him think that it could be done?

Unmoving and utterly lost in thought, Kotori didn't even notice that, upon Rui's suggestion, the group began heading back to the entrace - only snapping out of things with a bewildered look upon her face when a hand was placed on her shoulders. "Huh? Wha-ah! S-sorry, ye-yes, right," she managed to say when asked if she was coming back too, hurriedly following in the footsteps of the others - but not without the occasional searching glace back at the village they were leaving behind. She was even more quiet than usual and merely gave a weak wave in goodbye when, upon returning to the warehouse that had become their base of operations, the group began splitting up as that had been more than enough Mirror World exploration for one day for everyone involved.

It was a long and uneasy time before Kotori would manage to fall asleep that night.

[Assistant]
Warakuma Central Shrine
Wednesday
Jul 13th, 2015

Over the last week, everyone had taken it upon themselves to simply enjoy themselves, Rui led an impressively progressive run through Seto Valley, as in they were incredibly close to the end of it already. While it worked everyone to the bone, it basically meant they didn't need to do any repeat visits until later.

It was the noon of the Summer Festival in Warakuma, which being an outer suburb of Tokyo to the western side, shared dates with Tokyo's Mitama festival, albeit with slight differences. In Tokyo, it is the Yasukuni Shrine that gets lit up for a few days with lanterns, when Rui still lived in Tokyo he remembered that briefly, a shrine named after one of Japan's three regalia, the Yasukuni Magatama.

Warakuma's Summer Festival though was more or less a celebration, simple as that, but most of the original residents came from Tokyo way back in the day, and so the shrine's main path is decorated in a similar fashion, along with aisles full of festival food and the like.

Though it being noon, it was not as populated, and some stores were being fairly lax.

Over the weekend everyone had agreed to attend the summer festival together, if they wanted to go alone, they could on other days, since Warakuma's Summer Festival went for 4 days, and the 5th day until early evening. They had plenty of time for their own nights. Rui for today was wandering around the shrine, making routine visits to particular stores and places, which seem trivial when he was asked about it, but all he told them was "to boost my stats".

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Shopping District: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, July 13 2015

"Kotori?" Tsubame called out, peeking her head out from the storeroom in the back of the shop. "Yes?" the girl spoken to looked back from the door that the most recent customer had just left through. "When did you say you were meeting up with your friends?" For a moment, Kotori's expression became puzzled before she shifted her gaze to the clock mounted on the wall - and paled. "Ah! I forgot!" With the summer festival now in full swing, there had been an unusually high number of customers in recent days - and with how Kotori was as nervous as ever when dealing with them, she had completely lost track of the time.

She almost immediately felt guilty when she realised that she'd have to just up and leave her mother to tend the store alone if she wanted to make it in time. But even as Kotori's eyes darted to the door from behind her glasses whilst she deliberated on what to do, she felt the green apron loosen and then get pulled up over her head. Turning around, she was greeted with her mother's wide smile - evidently more than a little bemused by her daughter's antics. "Hop along now. Don't want to keep them waiting, do you?" She said, making a shooing motion with the apron she now held to speed her along. "Ah, r-right, sorry. I mean, thank you," Kotori said as she headed up to her room to grab her things. As she did so, she failed to hear the chuckle of a knowing mother reaching to shift a clock back a few minutes.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Central Shrine | Wednesday, July 13 2015

More than a little out of breath, Kotori managed to make it to the meeting place in time - in fact, she was even a little early, strangely enough. Still, that did at least give her a few moments to catch her breath. Thankfully, at least she didn't have to keep an eye out for shadow creeping around like the last time when Rui had led the latest expedition into the Mirror Realm. Less thankfully, that single stray thought sent Kotori's mind into thoughts of that strange place - and its mysteries that were stranger yet. Absent-mindedly, Kotori shifted her handbag that she had slung over the shoulder of her pale yellow blouse into a more comfortable position.

'Did the places mean something? Were they perhaps one of those strange dungeons that had appeared without fail whenever any of the investigation team had been abandoned to the Mirror Realm? No, there was always someone at the center of them, that couldn't be...' Kotori's lips made the barest of movement as if to silently articulate her thoughts. Left unchecked, her nervous habit of picking at her skirt - a careful eye might be able to pick out her favourite clothes just by the small marks she'd left at hand height - resurfaced once again. Left alone to her thought that never led anywhere, Kotori was only aware of her surrounding in passing and, as such, only noticed the others arriving when they willingly made themselves known - much to her bewilderment at being snapped out of her musings.