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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Jessica Anderson, a certified and highly rated Warder within this district of the world, had her mind racing. Dark times were coming, that was what Adidus, the Overseer of the North American Enclave, had said. The Warders of Magical Protection did not mess with this sort of topic, especially Adidus. That old bastard was dead serious in just about everything, and only jokes on occasions. She wondered how he did it...<br/>
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She was within the park, wrapping her mind around it all. For years, since she had first came to America from Cairo, she had been training for this. Ever since what had happened to her husband and the incident of what he truly was, she was founded by Adidus and became a Warder. She was in an elite group of humans that knew the existence of magic and magical creatures and was entrusted in helping with the containment and management of these creatures, keeping them sealed with knowledge of how to fight against magic.<br/>
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And even then, she was an even more elite than most. There was a device developed by the Warders that could sense magic on a person, or in better terms, the ability to use magic. And she had proven positive of having magical capabilities. Though, of what type, that was unknown, it was like the magic she may have was able to trick and deceive the machine's interpretation. If that made sense. And, to make matters worse, the machine needed repairs the next day...and she was the only one that had been scanned.<br/>
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Close by was her favorite Harley Davidson, its shiny black surface barely deflecting the sun's glare as she sat on a bench, head in her hands. Her sunglasses were resting on the top of her black hair, letting the silken, raven black hair all around her. She wore pure, black leather on her body, a vest that just contained her breasts (gorgeous, by the way) and left her arms and midriff exposed. And the black leather jeans hugged her forms tightly and showed her body off. And her slightly heeled, steel-toed combat boots looked like they would hurt with a well placed kick. She also had iron-studded biker gloves on that left her fingers and black painted finger nails show.<br/>
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Due to her Egypt descent, she had light, mocha colored skin that was smooth. What she doesn't tell people, was that her mother use to be a 'belly dancer' that worked in the dens of vices in Cairo before meeting her father, who was a simple merchant. And she really had her mother's figure, which was something she didn't like, having all the men crowd around her for her looks. She thought her husband was different, but no...he was just the same. Which would lead to the reason as to why she wasn't her ring.<br/>
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She brought her sunglasses back onto her eyes and looked around, just watching people go by. She was trained to combat magic and use her body as a weapon, martial arts being a top priority among the Warders. She was also trained to learn the basic concepts of magic and how to use it, but with the way things were, practice was a bit hard, due to the fact that the sealing of the monsters also significantly lowered the magical fields of Earth. Though, after some time with the Warders, most of the magi Warders had been able to discover their abilities...including her.<br/>
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The Warder looked down at her hands thoughtfully...with the release of the beasts of old, magic will soon run rampant on the world. And the Warders, and the few magical humans they had, will need to be ready...and they needed to collect more. To prepare for the inevitable war, they were going to need more people.<br/>
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And what of Vergil?, she thought, That old pup may not approve of how they run things...But times are changing...and we're all the world has left... She sighed at the thought and reclined on the bench, closing her eyes behind the sunglasses, and just let her mind wander...wander back to Egypt, back at her little hovel in Cairo with her parents and little brother...wondering what they are doing.<br/>
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But, after a few moments, she had to stop. Though she would of loved to keep thinking about her family, she had to stop. As far as they knew, she was dead. All traces of her existence were erased...all that was left was memories. And all the people that remembered her was her family, and who would care what they thought? A poor family that no one knows...<br/>
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She sighed as she got up and decided to walk around the park...clear her mind. The Warder wandered what was going to happen. The whole thing about the monsters coming out...all of the Warders getting ready to do what they have wanted to do...and Vergil wandering around who knows where. Things were about to get very intense.<br/>
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So intent was she in her thinking...that if the Cerberus was right in front of her or beside her, she wouldn't even notice. And that, was actually odd for her. Though, one could suppose that she wasn't even expecting to find him around here.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>While Jessica had looked for him, Vergil had been looking for her.  Her power had drawn him, and he assumed it had been one of his charges.  Still, as she moved, he became somewhat exasperated.  Between his own short legs, and other dogs attempting to say 'hello', the celestial was getting at his wits end.  Finally, as he walked, he ran into her in the most literal sense.  And with a whimper he looked up at her from her boot clad foot; despite his resiliant hide, getting kicked with steel toed boots still hurt.  Still, with all the people around, he suppressed an 'ow', and just whimpered as he looked up at her.  At least from this view he got a good look at her tight jeans, and the swells of her breasts.  A little pain for a brief amount of pleasure he supposed.<br/><br/>With a whimper, he removed himself from her foot, looking up at her expectantly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>