--Ko'Gisha: Gaal (The Burin Slums)--<br/><br/>She shook slightly with each step she took in the slums; with each passing person her eyes turned a brighter purple. Vivi was just dying to use her powers some more. But what could she do? Certainly she could not electrocute the people around her, not if she wanted to be in trouble, that is. Though that thought did cross her mind often, and made her writhe in her sick fantasies. She couldnâ€™t damage things around her either, right?<br/><br/>No, no, that would be way to troublesome. Though she had damaged many things on occasion, it always resulted her getting in trouble. She bit her lip wondering to herself if the pros outweighed the cons. She tilted her head down, as she stood still for a bit, pondering the malicious thoughts in her mind.<br/><br/>A force pushed into her, making her lose her balance. Quickly she regained her footing, and her head whipped around to face the person who ran into her. Her face allowing a wicked smile through her pale lips, maybe she had found someone she could take out her magical frustration on.<br/><br/>She felt the static coarse through her, streaks of lightning danced casually around her fingertips. She looked at the man that had stumbled so carelessly into her, watching his expression turn sour.<br/><br/>â€œWatch where youâ€™re going!â€ He grunted folding his arms.<br/>This man towered over Vivi, with rippling muscles accentuating his size even more. She looked at his Marhks on his face, and soon identified him as a warrior. Vivi however, was not fazed by this giant. In fact, she took him as a formidable opponent.<br/>â€œClumsy me.â€ She laughed a little trying to get his guard down.<br/>He huffed walking past her not even glancing back. Vivi turned to look at him; she raised her left hand forward, directing it right at the center of his back. Within a split second she zapped him, letting all her magic flow freely into this one attack. He let out an agonizing cry, which made the people around take notice. Vivi smiled more, loving the attention. The warrior fell to the ground, unable to withstand anymore.<br/><br/>Vivi stopped her current, and walked over to the man. She tapped him with her foot, seeing if any life clung in him still. He let out a groan as she touched his side, and Vivi was satisfied. She dared not take a life in such a crowded place. She walked past him, carrying on with her wandering, all eyes still lingering on her until she left the place completely.<br/><br/><br/>--Glissade: Reem (The woods)â€”<br/><br/>Nielle put her rider on the self-made rack in her home, letting it cool down while she stayed home. She took her bows and arrows off her back, leaving them next to her rider. She walked over to the fire that was just at the mouth of her cave. She knelt down to it as she pushed a bit of her hair behind her ear. The fire had reduced itself to nothing but embers now, but the warm glow still made her smile slightly, finding beauty in the life it clung to.<br/><br/>She reached over to the small wood pile next to the fire, setting a few logs on top of it. Her mouth let out a wind as she blew on the embers, allowing them to shine brighter. Her eyes gleamed as the wood began to catch fire, loving that she helped save something vital to her survival out in the woods.<br/><br/>She heard a small chirp come from inside her home, and she got up with a small sigh. She walked to her small kitchen table, peering inside the cage that sat there. Inside was a small blue bird, singing away.<br/>â€œFeeling better I see.â€ She said breathlessly as she looked over the bird as it flittered about the cage, â€œYour wing is looking good as new.â€<br/><br/>She smiled opening the cage, allowing the bird to leave. It hopped out of the cage; itâ€™s head flicking about here and there. It chirped more and more, finding delight in being outside his confinement. It jumped off the table, taking flight around her house, before swooping out the entrance.<br/>â€œBe safe, my friend,â€ She whispered with a smile before returning to her fire.<br/><br/><br/>--Koâ€™Gisha: Ris (Stellanâ€™s penthouse)--<br/><br/>Stellan kicked his feet on to the glass coffee table as he relaxed on the couch in his living room. His fingers drumming along the arm of the white suede fabric, his other hand preoccupied with a small glass of red wine. His eyes wandered around his penthouse, listening to the piano that echoed through his space through the radio speakers.<br/><br/>Now and again he would take a sip of his wine, savoring the expensive taste of it. His headache dulling a bit with each drop, and his hangover becoming a thing of the past, thanks to a bit of medicine he took earlier.<br/><br/>His visor that sat on the table began to beep, making Stellan groan. He set his emptied wine glass on the end table next to the couch, running a hand through his hair. He huffed, taking his feet off the table and reached for the visor. He secured it on his ear, pressing the talk button. A screen slid in front of his eyes, his mother looking back at him.<br/><br/>â€œI hope you donâ€™t plan on sitting on that sofa all day,â€ She giggled a little.<br/>â€œMother, are you having the butler spy on me again?â€ He smiled back, â€œYou know how I feel about that. Remember I am a grown man.â€<br/>She rolled her eyes with a smile, â€œYou could have fooled me.â€<br/>â€œOuch.â€ He retorted sarcastically, â€œCome on, give me a break, Iâ€™m recovering!â€<br/>â€œAnother night of revelry?â€ She folded her arms, â€œStellan you need to be worried about your job! You canâ€™t keep relying on us to take care of you.â€<br/>He sighed, â€œMom, I have told you time and time again, I can take care of myself. Besides, I had a very generous donation yesterday, I should be good for a week. You donâ€™t need to worry. I was planning on going out soon anyway.â€<br/>â€œStellan, do you plan on being a street healer forever?â€ She groaned.<br/>â€œItâ€™s easy money!â€<br/>â€œStel,â€ She sighed shaking her head, â€œYour father and I worry about you a lot you know. What if you get mixed in with a bad customer? We just donâ€™t want you to get hurt. Why donâ€™t you just open up a shop like us? It would really relieve the stress between your father and I.â€<br/>â€œIâ€™ll think about it,â€ Stellan said getting up from the sofa, â€œBut Iâ€™m going to go, duty calls.â€<br/>â€œPlease be carefulâ€¦â€ She said before the monitor went blank, and the screen disappeared from Stellanâ€™s sight.