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Age: 14

Gender: Female

Nationality/Birthplace: ?

Current Residence: Republic City

Appearance:

Occupation: Student/Babysitter

Elemental Affinity: Air

Theme: Fireflies - Owl City

Background: Asha is a young girl with a talent for air bending. She resides on Air Temple Island with the other air benders, spending her days learning of skills and techniques to come ever closer to becoming a master. Not much is known of her parents, other than they arrived in Republic City with their infant daughter to try and start a new life; they were not seen since dropping Asha off on the island. She often wonders where they are, or if they are even alive, but tries not to focus too hard on the issue.

Asha is fairly young to be roaming the streets of Republic City, but likes to earn a little bit of income from babysitting jobs. She is good with children, probably because she is still a child herself. Despite this, she shows maturity and responsibility when looking after kids. She is often employed by the Tsukiko family, as they are busy people with hectic schedules and need someone to watch out for their youngest, Sesi.

The brunette is a bit awkward and awfully innocent to the point that she seems oblivious to what is happening around her. Asha is sweet and honest, wanting nothing more than peace within the world. True to the air bending culture, Asha does not have many worldly possessions. The items most precious to her are her ancient but useful glider, a lemur plush, and a necklace with the air bending symbol.

Asha hopes to explore the world someday. With so much out there, she feels she is missing out on the wonders of the world.

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Asha smiled at the sisters. They got along so well, it was nice to see. Not too many siblings get along that well from what she observed on Air temple island. Fighting seemed natural for siblings...but she couldn't say from experience. The brunette focused her attention on Siku who had just greeted her. "Hey!" She said cheerfully, looking over at Sesi who looked a bit disappointed at the fact that she would be stuck at home; or so she thought. Just then, Siku whipped out three box seat tickets to the match today, and Sesi was ecstatic. Asha glanced down at the tickets, then back up at Siku with a huge smile. She was surprised but at the same time, she knew the other girl to be a bit rebellious at times. Sesi was still excited, bouncing up and down and begging Asha to go.

"Yeah, definitely! Let's get going~!" The air bender said with a giggle, taking Sesi's hand as the group made their way to the arena. This was going to be a fun day; it wasn't often that Asha got to go to pro-bending matches and since Siku was participating in this one it made it all the more interesting.

They made it to their seats up top and Asha gazed out from the balcony, admiring the view. She'd love to be able to glide around in here! Getting a huge head start from the height would be amazing; Asha felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through her as she thought about it. She sat down next to Sesi on the other side from Hiresh, so that the young girl was in the middle. Asha raised her eyebrows together in amusement when Hiresh ordered a beverage that wasn't non-alcoholic.

Soon, the matches were about to begin so everyone got settled in for the games. The brunette wondered when the Ice Wolves would be playing and was a bit ansty, but she managed to enjoy the other teams. For a brief moment she gazed up along the rafters high above the arena, and thought she had seen something akin to a figure. Asha blinked, focusing her sight on that same area. "Huh..." she muttered to herself. It looked an awful lot like the figure of a person. Asha brushed it off completely when she heard Siku's team was up next, and all three of them were solely focused on the arena. It was an intense match and the air bender had clasped her hands together in anticipation, wondering just how this match would end. Unfortunately, the Ice Wolves ended up losing, but it was still a great match. She turned her head to look at Hiresh, who had mentioned something about cheating. Asha quirked her lips to the side in thought; that fire bender did seem like he held that one attack a bit too long. The trio made their way to meet Siku, who had just gotten out of the changing room. Asha smiled at her and nodded. "It was great, I enjoyed watching you play." She knew Siku had to be a bit disappointed at losing, but she had a strong will. She'd come back next year tougher than ever.

"Thank you so much for bringing us today," Asha added and bowed politely to Siku. The tickets couldn't have been cheap, but even if the girl had gotten them for free since she is apart of the tournament, she still gave one of those to her. She was grateful and honored to be thought of in such a way.

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Well that was... Disappointing. Katsu had figured Siku was a sure win and yet somehow she'd managed to blow it. He placed the blame on the shoulders of her teammates though, they were definitely dragging her down. He'd even tried to influence the match a bit by bending the discs and even that hadn't been enough to help them. Clearly her team had been outclassed from the start but he'd hoped to get a big better of a show from her. Ah well, good thing he hadn't paid for tickets! With the match over and the teams retreating to their locker rooms Katsu decided he should go and meet Siku once she was out, if only to tease her a little. She would probably have his spine if she could after last night but they were in public, and while being out in the open was risky due to his... Extra-curricular activities it also meant she wouldn't attack him. Hopefully. He really didn't feel like fighting right now, he was hungry!

Scaling down a nearby service ladder Katsu waited until most of the crowd was in the hallway before exiting the maintenance tunnel, using the swathes of people for cover from the security posted around the building. Sneaking past these idiots was child's play and with no trouble he was in the arena itself, scanning the few lingering audience members for traces of Siku and her little gang. It wasn't too hard to spot her thanks to that idiot Hiresh, even out of uniform the guy looked like he had a stick up his ass. Seriously did he have to follow her everywhere she went? What was going to the bathroom like for them? Getting closer to them he noticed there was a young girl with them too, Cecily or something like that, Siku's younger sister. The other girl he didn't recognize at all but she was kind of cute, that was a win in his book!

"Well if it isn't the champions! Oh wait..." Katsu chuckled as he stopped a few feet away for his own safety, grinning as he held his hands up, "You lost, so sorry about that. But hey you gave it your best right! Maybe you just needed a lucky charm today." He accentuated the 'lucky charm' with a wink and he was certain Siku knew exactly what he was implying. Was she wearing them today? He hoped not because otherwise he wasn't going to be able to steal them. Not easily anyways. Since half of the group didn't quite know him Katsu felt certain he could act without impunity, and with dear little sister present and a friend he was positive Siku wouldn't lash out at him. Nope, she'd be the preppy, well-behaved little daughter she was supposed to be.

"Really though tough break Siku, those guys were a joke! You should have beat them hands down. I mean did you see the Earth Bender's form? And the Fire Bender couldn't light a match if he tried, plus I'm pretty sure some of the crap he was pulling was illegal." As if he knew whether it was or not, the only rule Katsu was even positive of was no killing each other. And hell he'd seen some matches where even that was nearly breached, some Pro Benders could be real assholes! "Who is this young lady by the way? I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of meeting you before," Katsu said with a sweet smile as he reached out and took Asha's hand, "What's your name, my beauty? And why are you only now falling into my life?" Heh, Siku was going to absolutely murder him later but he just wanted to get under her skin right now. Payback for last night.

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"You're welcome, Asha. I felt better having a few watchers in the stands," Siku responded with a smile. "I don't think we would've done so well if we didn't have so much support. We're ashooin' for a spot in the qualifiers next year." The girl was rather optimistic about their chances, but they were definitely a good team. Like nails on a chalkboard, Siku heard a voice coming from nearby, causing her to physically cringe. The previous night came rushing back and her fist clenched tightly by her side as he began to ramble on and she couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere. What did he mean by 'lucky charm,' anyway? If he was talking about what she thought he was talking about... Ooh, her face burned softly with redness, but upon remembering the presence of her friend and sister, she just let out a slow, deep breath.

"To be fair, Katsu... I don't know where you were sitting or how well you could see, but you wouldn't be able to tell that from so far away. They were good, don't try to patronize me just because you don't know a talented bender when you see one," Siku snapped, crossing her arms over her chest with a sneer. It was now that Sesi looked up at her and frowned.

"Siku, that's not nice... He was just trying to make you feel better," The small girl, who was almost a carbon copy of her older sister, "You shouldn't be so mean!"

Siku was visibly shocked by her younger sister, at a loss for words for a moment. "Yeah, but... Sesi, you do- He's so... It's not what y-..." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before shaking her head, "You're right, Sesi... I'll be kinder," The girl finally ceded and gave her little sister a smile, still glancing at Katsu with a scowl afterward. "Watch yourself," she warned as he tried hitting on her younger friend.

Hiresh clearly looked irritated by Katsu's appearance. The boy had been a thorn in his side for a while and the force struggled to catch him concretely on anything illegal. He sighed, "What's your game, Katsu? What're you doing here?" He asked, trying to take the boy's attention away from the young airbender. As he tried to divert Katsu, the young man also began working on herding his small flock back to the house they had come from. However, something caused the hairs on the back of his neck to prickle. Something was wrong. Hiresh furrowed his brow, "C'mon, let's just go... something feels off." As he looked around, he felt a few pairs of eyes on all of them - standing in the crowd of moving people, by the entrance to the arena... Some seemed to be alone and others still were in pairs or threes. Why did they keep glancing this way?

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Asha couldn't control the small giggle that escaped her lips when this boy (who obviously knew Siku) took her hand in his. He was an interesting fellow, to say the least. His eyes held this sort of fire within them, dangerous yet strangely comforting. The brunette smiled politely at the boy before letting their hands fall back to their sides, "My name's Asha, it's nice to meet you." She would have inquired about his name as well, but Siku didn't appreciate his presence and with her growing frustration had called him by his name, effectively giving Asha the information.

Katsu appeared to be irritating Siku on purpose, a sort of playful flirting, perhaps? It was pretty entertaining to observe. Asha had a small feeling that the boy had only focused on her to get on Siku's nerve, but it felt nice to have the water bender try to 'protect' her from this guy; it felt like having an older sister. Hiresh even joined in the conversation, trying to derail whatever tactic Katsu was trying to use to get what he wanted. Asha had a pleasant smile on her face before the earth bender's expression turned a bit more serious, and her's followed suit. The air bender was now hyper sensitive to her surroundings, looking and feeling for any sort of hidden danger. She wasn't exactly trained for this sort of thing, but she was going to try her hardest to protect her friends from any danger...Even the new guy.

Asha tightened her hold on her glider, trying to scope out the area without looking too obvious. She slowly reached out for Sesi's hand, grabbing it and giving it a small squeeze. The brunette wanted to bring comfort to the young girl, but also make sure it wasn't easy for Sesi to get lost...or if someone tried to grab her. Asha was still her baby sitter after all, so it was her duty to make sure she got home safe!


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Rin's Voice(and theme)
Sakuya's Voice(ignore the story going on >.>)
Appearance: Asides from her dress, she wears a black cloak with a hood to hide her appearance.
Nicknames/Titles:Bladedancer, Quicksilver
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Energetic and loves to tease, just about everyone would get along with her. However, just because everyone would like to talk to her, doesn't mean she's easy to be around. Whether you are male or female, she enjoys being flirtatious and teasing them.

However, there are moments when she finds something(or someone) who deserves the label adorable. It's easy to tell when she thinks so, because, without a thought of personal space nor proper time and place, she will attempt to hug it.

In battle, she is someone who you do not want to be anywhere nearby. Almost seemingly dancing with the blade, with bullets firing out sporadically.

One thing to note that, while she enjoys teasing others, even sexually sometimes, she is rather innocent and vulnerable to being teased.
Weapon of Choice: The gunblade, a well-balanced weapon(weight wise here). It's capable of loading and firing five paper cartridge rounds before needing to reload. The rifle's range is rather mediocre however, due to the inability to 'aim down iron sights'.

She does have a back-up weapon, namely several throwing knives strapped to her thigh.
Other:
Appearance: She does wear a black trenchcoat over her clothing, almost consistently.
Name: Eiji
Nicknames/Titles:Bulletstorm, Walking Armory
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Rin is more calmer of the twins, although she would still be counted as more active amongst the family. Loves to eat anything sweet, and her usually passive and blank appearance would change to something that can only be called moe extremely cute, especially if you feed her the cake.

Although at first she may seem unemotional, once you get to know her, you would start to understand the slight differences in expressions. She enjoys being doted on, fed anything sugary, using someone as a lap pillow, and even being used as a hug pillow.

Something that she might have picked up from her brother, would be the need for efficiency, at least in battle. That, and collecting guns. Her love knowledge of guns is high enough that she can start deducing the type of weapon used(rifle, shotty, pistol, hand cannon, ship cannon).

Within battle, it really depends on how close her target is, and what her objective is. It can range from the usual aim and snipe methods, to the ridiculous yet more well known method of literally unleashing death everywhere, with bullets flying every which way.
Weapon of Choice:She technically doesn't have a favourite weapon. Ask her to open the jacket, and you will probably hit the floor with your jaw, as the sheer number of different guns can be seen. Sakuya labels her as a walking armory.

Bypassing the need to reload every shot, Rin is know for dual wielding, and firing the guns one at a time, before immediately switching. Think of it as a salvo. However, reloading all those firearms is annoying as hell, trying to make all the paper cartridges by hands.

Pistols and short barrel firearms can be haters anywhere, rifle sized firearms have to be carried at the back, limiting their numbers. She technically can carry guns on the outside of her cloak as well, but that is in plain sight.

The only weapon that she actually HAS to carry outside, is a hand cannon.
Other: If you ever try to carry her coat, you'll find that it is heavy. The reason by the 'why' is easily answered if you felt the coat. There are metal plates seen into it, as well as plenty of places to holster guns all over the inside, and some on the outside as well. However, when worn, the coat doesn't show any noticeable bulges.
Despite how the twins behave, Rin is actually the older twin.

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~JAX~

The young pirate was surprised by the small squirrel climbing up onto her shoulder and squeaking rapidly in her ear. "Hey, hey little guy calm down. Who do ya think you are? The captain. No way" She picked up the little guy by his scruff and placed him gently down. "Scat little man, don't make me show you my wrath..." Nngh, damn it don't be an asshole. "Fine, I'm sorry. Now get going"

A huge grin formed on her face when Aubrey acknowledged her. "I built a cannon, like those on the Leviathan, but it can be held like this..." She showed him the way it would be held, similar to that of a rocket launcher. "I imagine it would have quite a kick to it but boy would it be worth it" She was always excited to talk about her work, especially when someone actually showed an interest. When they arrived in the coffee shop she pulled a handful of coins from her pocket and placed them on the counter. "I'll take it black, with a smidge of milk and sugar." The girl loved her coffee that way, dark and almost without sweetener. "Go ahead and order whatever you like Aubrey, I'll cover you" Not like she needed too, they all had some spending money, but she liked to be nice once and a while.

Jax saw Winston waiting for his coffee, sitting with Levi and she nodded in their direction, seems like everyone was in the mood for coffee today. But this wasn't good enough for her, she'd have to go join Prince and Taran in their joyous trouble spree. "So anyway, I'm not sure if it will correctly fit cannon ammo, and it ought to be extremely heavy, not many will be able to wield it but it shouldn't be heavier than this" She took the wrench from her back and held it in both hands. "Ohh yes, can you hold this thing?" Jax held out the the wrench to Aubrey.

While she was holding the wrench out she noticed Levi's lips moving ever so slightly and felt a little jealous. "Say Levi. how come you won't talk to anyone but Winston?"

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[PRINCE]

Prince stared wide-eyed at Taran and grinned. " I thought you'd never ask," Prince said, taking Taran's hand and pulling himself up. He shrugged and shook his head, "Sucks that everyone left," he paused. "You think that since they're pirates they'd have a little more fun." He sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"So, what's your plan?" Prince asked, scanning the city. He was a relatively messy person but even this was just too much for him. You can barely see the details that were plastered on the buildings. "I don't think anyone knows how glad I am for not wearing white in this city," he said, scrunching his nose in disgust. He's been to a lot of dirty cities but this one takes the cake, even he felt like scrubbing down the whole city until it was spotless. "I have no idea how these people can stand living here."

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Rufus squirmed and chattered before being placed on the ground, at which point he promptly scampered back to Viola, who chuckled, knelt and scooped up the irritated little fluffball. He crawled up her arm, onto her shoulder and then grabbed one of her dreads to pull himself up onto the top of her head. This was a relatively uncommon position for him to take, but she certainly didn't mind.

Now that she was ready to go, she headed off into the thick of this horrible hellhole of a city. She passed a dead cat and looked away, pinching her nose and trying not to get sad. "You feeling ill yet, Rufus?" There was no response. He must have fallen asleep on her head. Viola entered a small produce shop and started to pile some things into a bag, ticking things off as she went. She was the last person anyone would think is a pirate.

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"How's life?" Winston said. "Life's treating me good, I guess. Honestly, still terrified that I'm hundreds of feet in the air and if the ground under me crumbles, I'll fall for a terrifying amount of time. But that's probably 'cause I'm just an old man." Winston had a light laugh at the end. He looked to Levi. She seemed to have a forlorn look to her. Winston closed his eyes for a few moments and took a deep breath. The woman who worked behind the counter walked out and gave Winston a small cup of coffee. "You know... If you have anything you need to tell me, I will gladly listen." His voice was quiet and collected. He took his cup of coffee and pulled his bandage mask down. He only pulled one of the lengths down. He made sure to hide his mouth with his free hand.

Winston saw Jax and Aubrey enter. "Oh, hello!" He said, waving to the two. He, without thinking too much of it, took a large swig from the cup. "Ah! Futhath hawt!" He loudly said, panicking slightly.

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" They are probably born,raised and die here, it really is no different than anywhere else. I bet a bunch would leave given the choice, but there is no choice, so they stay," Taran looked around at the surrounding building. "What do you think, should we go and try to find us some local fun? Or should we try and hunt down one of the Isisorisntit Houses? There are tons here,"Isisorisntit House, places where the fairly well off lived when they didn't, or couldn't, afford hired muscle to guard their extravagant abodes. They would then, instead, buy out entire city blocks and gut the inside and turn them into mansions disguised as low-income housing. They were not particularly well know, Taran only knowing of their existence because of a party that he had once performed at. The inside had peacocks and golden fountains everywhere, while the outside was missing tiles on the roof and a few windows had boards on them.

Making plans was something that Taran didn't do, and when he did, he rarely followed it through till the end. Like, how he ended up on the ship. He was going down to the store to get some milk before a street performance. One thing lead to another and now here he was. "Mind where you put your hands," he said to a little boy who had gotten a little too close to Prince. The boy gave him a disgusted look before taking off back into the crowd. "So, what'll it be? Breaking and entering? Or...other?

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Winter
Seeing that everyone was going their own ways, searching for entertainment in the city, Winter just resigned herself to having a mess to clean up afterwards and left to make the most of her (no doubt limited) time of peace. She had errands to run, hobbies to indulge, and maybe some light shopping to do. When one of the crew inevitably drew unwanted attention or got in trouble, she'd be there in her odd Winter way. She might not be able to clean up the situation per say, but she could at least keep the collateral damage to a minimum.

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Aubrey smiled. "A cannon, huh? Awesome." When he opened the door to the shop, a little bell above the door jingled pleasantly. The joint seemed almost out of place; it was clean and cozy, much different then the mess of a city that was going on outside. He followed Jax to the counter, noticing Levi and Winston and returning Winton's wave cheerfully. The whole atmosphere felt almost too good to be true. He suddenly got a little butterfly in his stomach. How long, realistically, could the pirates stay out of trouble.

Jax offered to pay for him, and he shrugged and accepted politely. "Erm..." He turned to the woman at the counter, who was looking at him expecting. "Ah, anything with lots of sugar." He said. The woman smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgment, going off to get their drinks.

"Hmm?" He turned his attention back to Jax when she asked him to hold her wrench. What could she possibly use that thing for? He took it from her, and a look of surprise immediately crossed his face. "Holy cow, it's heavy! You carry this around all the time?" He asked in awe. He then noticed her looking over at Levi with a slightly annoyed expression. His eyes darted in between the two girls, wondering what he had missed, but not willing to ask.

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As the two sisters made their way through the city, they had consistently received odd looks, mainly at their clothing. The average bystander would only see two cloaked figures, with one carrying a rather large staff wrapped in something like paper. However, the odd looks decreased, the closer they reached their destination.

Sakuya smiled as she looked at the rather rustic appearance of the bar, almost anticipating some sort of chaos to occur. Rin on the other hand, had a harder to read expression, but seemingly displeased with the location. This bar was located in the ore shadier ends of the city, with quite a few troublemakers inside. Every city had a place like this, where the troublemakers congregate.

Brushing open the doors, Sakuya strolled in, seemingly uncaring about the multitude of curious and cautious onlookers. Sitting herself casually in an empty seat at the counter, she dropped her hood before smiling at the bartender. "Can I have the specialty drink~?" Speaking in a tater flirtatious tone, with a graceful wave of her hand to accent her behavior.

Rin only mentally sighed, before following her sister's footsteps, sitting down inconspicuously beside her. Well, as inconspicuous as someone wearing a trenchcoat and a large staff could be.

Of course, it didn't take long, before someone made their move. It wasn't often that a female would ever come into a bar like this, where you could almost taste the damn testosterone in the air. A rather well-built yet greasy man came up and sat beside the two.

"What a surprise! You two fine ladies don't look to be from around here." Such a cheesy icebreaker, at least from Rin's perspective. However, Sakuya only giggled softly, before responding, "Of course! We're new around here. We wouldn't mind for someone to show us around~" with the same flirtatious tone, before suddenly whispering in a rather sultry voice, "Although we wouldn't mind someone strong to lead us around~".

This was definitely the spark that started the small chaos, as many of the other men started trying to move, while restricting each other from getting to the sisters first.

Witnessing such an odd but somewhat familiar scene, Rin sighed, her lamentations lost in the depths of her drink.


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Age
Twenty-Five

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Appearance
Avery is a natural brunnette with long flowing hair. Her lips are a nice color of pink, although they are thin. She has grey eyes and healthy, smooth skin. She stands at 5'8 and weighs about 120lbs. You will find Avery wearing a lot of tank tops, jeans, and all around casual clothes. She has a few piercings here and there, one on her belly button that she always wears, and another on her nose which she prefers to keep out. If you manage to sneak a peek at her body, you'll see a tattoo on her ribs, saying 'Be the one to guide me, but never hold me down.'

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Human, Werewolf, Or Hunter?
Avery is an average human being, with little to lose.

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What Is Your Life Like?
Avery lives a simple life that no one else would trade for. Though she was given away and treated roughly, she has always managed to smile through her pain and has tried to be a social person.

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History
Avery was born to two rough parents. Her mom would tell her almost every day how she was a mistake, and her father would ignore her all together. She grew up in solitude, never really getting attached to anyone around her, which proved to be a good thing later in life.

At the age of sixteen, Avery's parents put her up for adoption, in a small orphanage that was full of younger children. Since Avery was so old compared to the others, she never managed to get adopted, and at the age of eighteen she was kicked out of the orphanage with little money and no place to go.

In the span of two years, she managed to stand on her own two feet, with a small job as a waitress and a rented apartment she called 'home'. She never tried to settle down with anyone, always deciding that if she did, she would end up getting hurt. So she tried to stay as secluded as possible, without as many friends as she wanted.

Lately, Avery has been paying more attention to the conversations going on in the restaurant, because more people have been coming in for a warm place to stay. She's snuck past tables, hearing whispers from men and women about "Dangers in the night," and "dog attacks." Avery has always been rather curious about these sorts of conversations, and she finds herself thinking about them late at night. It was interesting how people would talk in hushed tones, and then when she came to take their orders they would be all loud and awkward. She was starting to piece little bits of information together, but she didn't want to seem crazy, and never talked about it with the few friends she had.

Relationships
Fayth: Avery works at the same restaurant as Fayth Morrow, and is kind of concerned about her clumsy attitude. They pull night shifts together, and yet they never hang out exclusively.

Werewolves in general: Avery works at the bar where all the wolves gather, and She has noticed that before every full moon, the same group comes down to the bar.

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Stíofán ó Faoláin

It was the last night before the full moon, and Stephen walked down the stairs of the block of flats that all of the werewolves lived in, and strolled down the road. It was beginning to get dark, and soon there would be a slight chill in the air. This is normal for Greyville, however, and Stephen liked this. It reminded him of home, back in Ireland. He continued down the road until he got to the pub, the last one in Greyville in fact, The Backhouse. All of the werewolves liked to go here on the last night before the full moon. They wouldn't be able to have much to drink tomorrow night, so they drank tonight to make up for it.

Stephen walked into the pub, and looked around. He was the first of the werewolves there, as per usual. The rest of them had family to say goodbye to, or some work to do, or something like that. Stephen didn't have any of this. He didn't have a wife or children to say goodbye to, and legally, he wasn't a US citizen, so he couldn't get a job. He didn't want to risk applying for a work visa and being deported because he was here illegally. There was no police station in Greyville, and the police who were supposed to patrol the town rarely came, anyway.

Stephen found a relatively dark area of the pub, he didn't really feel like speaking to anyone, and sat down. He'd wait for a few more werewolves to come in before he ordered a drink, and perhaps he'd get drunk enough to feel like striking up a conversation with someone.

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~Anton~

Anton looked up at the moon - it was almost full. Pulling on her jacket, she edged into the darkness beyond her apartment door. She could hear other people (probably werewolves) saying goodbye to family and friends, and sighed. As she walked down the stairs a few fellow werewolves gave her dirty looks; she gave them straight back. She felt like getting drunk. Too drunk. The drink would drown all her sorrows, like being demoted, her friend loss, everything. Besides, the more she drank, the less discomfort she would feel tomorrow.

As Anton walked into the cool night air, she could (with her developed senses) smell someone lurking in the shadows. She pretended not to notice them, then turned around and pounced. Her face connected with the pavement. 'Ah.' she thought, when her eyes met with a squirrel. Maybe she was losing her touch. Heading towards the bar, she could swear she smelled an unpleasant human scent.

Anton walked in the bar.
"Gimme a round o' Fireside Flamers - mostly wine, yeah?" she ordered at the barmaid. She could see a fellow beta wolf, Stephen, lurking in a corner. She gave him a small salute and, grinning, yelled behind her,
"And an extra strong vodka!"

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"What time do you think you're going to be back tonight?"

Goddammit, Ryan knew he was going to ask that question. And the worst part was, he heard the change in Michael's voice on the other side of the phone when he asked it. The upbeat chattery voice he'd had a moment ago when discussing his latest art project at the Community College was gone. Ryan could see him now, his face tinged with paint, tanned skin smudged with red and white and blue, pacing in front of a canvas barefoot and shirtless while he stood on a white sheet in their loft. Now Michael sounded like he was treading eggshells. Or broken glass.

Ryan had to take a very loud pull on his cigarette to buy himself a moment to think. The Monthly Pack meetings were a necessity. Not just because of his status as a Beta, but it was a condition for his moving in with Michael. Bad enough he felt like he'd abandoned one family to start another, but Michael was definitely suspicious about the "fishing trips" he went on every month.

"I, ah, won't be back until morning," Ryan said cautiously. "Group meeting, you know? We're going down to the river to catch trout."

Silence.

"Right," Michael said. "Trout."

"Or whatever we can catch. Fish is fish." Please don't get pissed. Please don't get pissed!

"Whatever. Call me when you get back. I'll probly be over in Portside getting my gallery showing set up."

Click.

'I'll be there for the gallery!' was on the tip of Ryan's tongue when Michael hung up.

But that was that. Ryan shut his phone down, tossed the cigarette against the back wall of the building, and shuffled back inside through the kitchen. He wanted to hit someone. Something. He couldn't help feeling pissed at Michael for not giving him one night a month to be himself. At the same time, he was completely pissed at himself for not telling Michael the truth. It wasn't a guarantee that Michael would run for the hills screaming if he knew Ryan was one level above an "extreme closet Furry" as he'd once put it. But it WAS a guarantee that he'd be forced into their club if he found out what Ryan moonlighted as.

There was no dancing around that fine line. So Ryan kept lying to Michael about fishing trips, despite never buying a pole or tackle ever ("The club has extras, so why spend the money?") and always bringing home stuff from the Market ("No bights last night, babe. But I'll make you dinner!") The whole reason Ryan kept lying to Michael was to give himself a taste of the real world. What his life might have been like if Topeka hadn't happened. He was getting the full package of human relationships now- especially the "lying to one's spouse about some deep dark secret" thing.

At the bar, Michael spotted Stephen hiding in the corner and instinctively poured him a cold PBR, sliding it to one of the servers to send his way.

When Anton showed up and asked for her Fireside Flamers, Ryan had to roll his eyes. He popped open a bottle of California red, then opened an underside fridge where he kept "the good stuff" chilled. The bottle of vodka he pulled out was on special order for Anton A.) because it was $70 a bottle and B.) because she was the only person in this state crazy enough to drink it. All the other vodkas he kept were way too weak in her opinion, and she'd let Ryan know. "Anton, you know this stuff is practically jet fuel, yeah?"

[Assistant]
Carlson

The night was young, and so were most of the betas.

That was sort of a reminder to Carlson as he slipped on his jacket to head to the bar. He had to make sure no one got too drunk to where they started something- he couldn't afford to pay the bar's owner again. A lot of his Omega's decide to rest these days, but there was bound to be a few at the bar to assist him. He slinked in, and sat at the bar, just ordering a lager. He would not get drunk tonight, so this would be all he'd get. He prayed he wouldn't be breaking up any fights tonight. Looking over at the barrister, who he'd told Stiofan to scope out as a potential new member- perhaps they'd even train together as Omegas if Carlson could get things going his way.

Nanix

Tonight was going to be busy as hell. It always is, once a month. The day varies but its almost always before the full moon. Why? Nanix had no idea, but any excuse to see and chat with the irish guy who always came in was good enough for her. She cleaned a few glasses before people started coming in, and wiped down the bar as patron's sat. She served swiftly- not having to make anything frilly helped, and she tried not to visibly perk up when Stiofan entered. She waited for him to get situated before taking a breath and walking over to him. "Hey there, what cna I get you?"


[System]
Race: Werewolf (loupgarou)

Gender: Male

Abilities:

Heightened Senses, accelerated Healing, enhanced agility, enhanced strength.

Pain Transference: Werewolves can absorb and alleviate pain from other people/creatures and can "heal" in some cases.

Memory Transference: Werewolves can transfer (give or take) memories by inserting claws into nape of an individual's neck. This ability can establish mind-to-mind communication and, with practice, allow for memory manipulation or erasure.

Personality: Marrock wasn't always a werewolf. He was once a young man with a caring heart the bite didn't change his physical mannerisms. He became cold and closed off, it began as a want to keep those around him safe but morphed as time went on. Marrock is aware that he good looking and often uses that to his advantage to ease the blood lust he often feels. Despite this awareness, he is not as vain as one might think. He can often be a gentleman as he finds that it is easier to woo girls in that way than it is too be an ass.

Marrock rarely stays one partner for any length of time. He says it is because he doesn't want to get bored but it roots down to his want to avoid hurting someone he actually has an attachment to. He is a lone wolf without a pack but he isn't interested in following someone. He likes being in charge of himself and isn't one to follow orders or listen to authority.

Marrock has a bit of a bad boy reputation with his leather jacket and the fact that he wholly believes that rules were just made to be broken.

[User]
Clementine sunk back a little into the pillows when Ried told her that they would probably not be able to give her the tattoo, without her even asking for it. Too many uncertainties, too many complications. She tried not to let it get her down though because that was a silly thing to possibly effect others over. However, it was a little disappointing that she couldn't take away this power, this curse, permanently. She watched him still as he offered other options, things that wouldn't get rid of her powers but might help with them a little. She nodded her head a little, "My father smokes and drinks to help with that... Apparently not as much as he used to though. He is very against me taking up the habit," She said softly, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. The only evidence that it was more of a joke than it was a statement.

At offer of Xanax, she looked at him for a long moment. Her father had been wanting to avoid antidepressants because he didn't want to cut her off entirely from her magic. He told her it felt like you were missing a limb suddenly. So, she had never asked for it, not when others spoke negatively of it. Even her mother had suggested trying without it... Although, they both promised if it ever got really bad they would talk to someone, to give her a break. That was a major discussion topic this summer... She supposed that Ried was the last attempt before they did it. However, medication for anxiety and moodswings had never come up in conversation. She didn't know if any Spirit users had ever been on them which meant she didn't know how they would effect her. It was worth a shot though. She nodded her head, "Alright. I'll mention it to my parents as well..."

As he stood and fixed his hair, speaking of his lack of ability to care for people, a smile spread across her lips, "That's alright... I can teach you," She teased.

She nodded her head to him before she readjusted herself on the pillow, lowering a little onto the bed. She was going to be her for another hour or so alone, might as well take a nap. She rested her head on the pillow and looked at him, "It was nice meeting you as well, Ried," She said softly as he left.

Then she was alone entirely. Slowly, the feelings of other people seeped in but she managed to ignore them. Funny, that she couldn't feel anyone before... Only Dylan and only when she was close... She shrugged the pondering off and curled up, closing her eyes.

---

"You smell different," Marrock said as he walked up behind a girl with long brown hair. He looked down at her and smirked, "You aren't a Moroi, you aren't a Dhampir. Which means you are a 'transfer student'. But you aren't a werewolf, meaning you are the shifter."

He moved his hands behind his back and picked up the pace a little to walk next to her, rather than behind her, "This means that you are terribly interesting, Miss Rae. Lady Lakshme. Mademoiselle Serpent," He glanced at her and grinned, "My apologies, I might have sneaked a peek into our files... I'm amazed they've managed to keep mine together with the paper they've stuffed in there."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, "My apologies, you haven't the foggiest who I am. Marrock Jean-Louis at your service."

[Assistant]
Kayla was taken by surprise at the sudden appearance of the wolf. Usually, she heard others sneaking up on her but not this one. Then again, werewolves were natural hunters; of course it would be difficult to hear them coming. She turned her honey colored hazel eyes his way and arched a finely shaped brow as an amused smile tugged glossed lips.

"Lady Lakshme, if you please," she responded by playing into his teasing. "It has a ring to it."

She eyed him, she'd only known he was a wolf because of her keen sense of smell. He smelled like pine, wet dirt, and vaguely of spices and damp fur. "Marrock? Hmm... exotic. I'm betting your one of the wolves then?"

A hand went to her hip as she took him in, head to toe. "I thought your kind were more... muscley," she teased.

She chuckled at his statemet about their files, "Hnn, I tend to keep a low profile... Either way, I'm hungry. Care to escort me to the cafeteria Jean-Louis?"

~*~

The rest of the day flew by pretty uneventfully. Ried was let know that two of the transfer students had arrived early and it had taken him a while to track them down. He'd found them in the cafeteria and filled them in on their room arrangements. Then, he'd went back to his own room and made notes of the things he'd learned.

Dylan finished with her training, showered, and fell into bed as well since Clem had slept over for a while in the feeding area. She shared a room with Kayla who introduced herself briefly by claiming the bed Dylan usually used and Dylan had to relocate her things to the other side of the room in order to keep the peace. She then picked up her laptop and watched netflix till she fell asleep.

The next day came early, or so it seemed like to Dylan... She'd had nightmares most of the night, if you could call them that. No one knew it but despite her training and being strong for a Moroi, Dylan had nightmares about Strigoi. She was far too young to remember being taken, too young to remember anything about that time of her life... but that didn't stop the things she heard about it from sinking in. Sometimes she dreamed of her father, of Gunner, as a Strigoi murdering Clem... She'd wake up screaming. Other times she dreamed of Clem being Strigoi and telling her they would be accepted if she turned, they'd never be different again... and they'd be strong. What scared Dylan is that sometimes... she didn't refuse and she'd wake up in a cold sweat.

What kind of Guardian was scared of Strigoi, it was the only part of her that reminded her that she was Moroi... and she hated it. She brushed her hair and tied it back before dressing in ripped jeans, sneakers, and a one shouldered white t-shirt. Then ran into Kayla as the girl exited the bathroom, brushing her teeth and already dressed. There was something weird about the girl... She didn't look frail enough to be Moroi but then again neither did Dylan. However, she wasn't sure the girl was a Dhampir either. She brushed it off, what else would be in the school besides Moroi or Dhampirs?

Then, she headed out to see if she could find Clem.


[System]
Age: 24

Degree: Bachelor of Medicine / Bachelor of Surgery

Short description of character's outwards appearance: Linus stands at about 5'6". Short dirty blond strands rebel against his painstakingly combed hair in varied heights. Linus' umber eyes peek out from between stray strands of hair. Very slight of stature, he would be described as "scrawny" by his peers.
 Linus' wardrobe consists of flannel, flannel, and more flannel (That is never tucked in) as well as plain blue jeans. In his top left shirt pocket lies a pocket-protector with three pens, blue, red, and black protruding out. For shoes, Linus wears clean dress shoes for indoor adventures and combat boots (That are two sizes too big and could have been passed down by his father) for outdoor events.
 A modern, brown satchel laden with stamps from different countries is always by Linus' side, or around his shoulder. In the bag lies his medical supplies, which include: Three meters of bandages, a bottle of Tylenol, Benadryl, and day/nyquil, a few stainless steel needles, a spool of thread, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a few band-aids, an epi-pen, and finally a brace for both a wrist and knee. Linus' wallet and phone are also in a separate pocket of the satchel.

Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have): Linus is similar to a small dog in terms of personality. He is overly trusting, diligent, and extremely non-confrontational. On the rare occasion that Linus does get angry, he lets his emotions get a hold of him to the point of speechlessness, which is an even larger consequence of his stutter. Linus' stutter has plagued him since he was a small child, and anyone who has spoken to him knows about it, with it often taking Linus several seconds to spit out the more tricky words.
 Linus is extremely innocent when it comes to drugs. Or alcohol. or tobacco. Or parties. Or anything, for that matter. The only time that Linus has applied himself to something other than the more "core" subject was when he tried his hand in choir, which went well until his parents decided that the hobby was useless in the real world and quickly pushed him to focus more on his studies. Then it was back to school work, long nights studying, etcetera.

Anything else important: Linus is a huge science-fiction nerd, tending to favor the more classic books such as the Dune saga or the Ender series, often carrying those with him for enjoyment.

[User]
September 4th, 2015: 12 PM
Lazy steps carried a tired Max to the living-room. His eyes barely open, he shuffled through the flat and into the main room. He offered a quiet 'Hi,' to the flat-mates he passed and upon entering the living-room he would have raised a lethargic hand and said, 'Morning' were it not for the table he stubbed his toe on. 'Damnit,' he exclaimed as his pinky toe throbbed. Scratching his head he sat on the couch and sighed.

Almost unaware of anyone who may have been in the room he says, 'I had the strangest dream last night.' He paused before continuing. 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't even explain it.' He cast his eyes to the window and peered up at the sky. 'Nice day, anyway.'

September 4th, 2015: 3 PM
Shoppers drifted down the empty street - the occasional car trundled down the road on the slow Friday afternoon. Max looked over the various shops and their windows with an interest in finding something in-particular. Spotting the small camera shop across the road, he wandered over and entered. A bell on the door signaled his entrance into the establishment and an old man wandered through a set of net curtains hanging in a doorway behind the counter.

'What can I do for you?' the man asked, slightly hunched and squinting due to the lack of his glasses. A shaking hand lifted his glasses from the counter and placed them delicately on the tip of his wrinkly nose. 'Ah, Max. How can I help?'

'I'm looking for an SD card,' he replied, smiling. 'Thirty-two gigabytes please.' Max walked to the counter and rest his hands on the wooden surface.

The old man turned to the extensive rack of memory cards and film rolls behind the counter. His hand flicked through various products before he uttered, 'I have a SanDisk for one-hundred-and-ten Krona.'

Max frowned slightly and asked, fearing for his wallet, 'No second-hand ones?'

The old man moved his hand to another rack where individually bagged memory cards hung haphazardly on a short rack. 'Yes, you're in luck.' Turning his head back to Max the old man asked, 'Ninety Krona okay?'

September 4th, 2015: 5:30 PM
Max blinked away the remainder of his hangover as he pulled one of his cameras from a shelf in his room. He fished his newly acquired memory card from his jacket pocket and slid it into the empty slot in his camera. He tapped his finger on the power button and a faint clicking noise edged the camera into function; the lens adjusted and the digital screen began to brighten. A moment later a message popped up: Format memory card? YES | NO. Max flicked the pivot switch and highlighted the YES option, but he hesitated before confirming his selection. He flicked back the switch and highlighted NO and refused the camera permission to delete any content that may be lurking on the memory card.

Lazy eyes became faintly curious as Max flicked through the two pictures that the memory card played host to. He was not immediately concerned, yet he couldn't deny the fact that the two pictures (the second in particular) unsettled him slightly. Both pictures seemed as if they were taken in a hurry - they were both of what appeared to be pages in a notebook. Max squinted as he tried to decipher what the words said but his minimal English didn't permit it.

He huffed in confusion and walked to the living room and quickly held the camera out to Nicki. More curious than anything he asked, 'Do you know what this says? It's English.'

TRANSLATION: I didn't, cant's deny it | Do iT | THE houSe WAtches I know I Saw it Zampano is telling the truth | Like he said It Drove him CRAzy The HouSE is the CREATION of EVIL I musT kill the thith if i must houSe |

TRANSLATION: HELP | THUMPE...| SHe THOughe of THISS | THis is not FOR YOU | THE HOUSE AVO I D | Must record |

[Assistant]
September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM

At this point in the day she had long gotten over her indecision regarding the ginger and marigold pieces. Ah, what a fool she had been! The right decision had been clear from the start and had been right in her face the entire time. The color and pattern that she truly needed was a turquoise chevron. Yes, it had been the perfect fabric all along and she hadn't even known it.

Thus, now she was onto sketching the outfit and she was going for a kinda fall smolder look: dark, but not slutty or gothic. Nicki avidly swiped her pencil across the page and was putting a great deal of detail into the design, making variations across the page. Even tiny notes could be seen that pointed to the different pieces regarding fabric type, cost, etc. To her pleasant surprise it was all coming along nicely and she saw that it had the potential to be one of her greatest works so far.

However, her engrossed mindset was interrupted by Max who had thrust a camera in her face. If it was him asking whether his photography looked good or something she wasn't going to be happy. Nicki didn't appreciate is complexity and kinda found the work grungy. She always offered to put his work through Photoshop to make it brighter and fix blemishes to make it look nicer, maybe add a few filters... but he always refused. He did not ask for that, however, and instead requested her to read something in English on the camera. The blonde smiled with her pearly white teeth, feeling very important that she was so needed. "Sure, no problem!" She said with enthusiasm.

As her blue eyes squinted at the photo, her enthusiasm seemed to ebb away. It was rubbish. Even though she read fluent English it was still difficult to make anything out, but what she did make out was really disturbing and sent a chill down her spine. After a long moment she looked back up at Max and said, "Uhm... well the first page is a bit hard to read, but this is what I can see." She paused and looked at the scrawled mess on the screen. "Didn't... uh.. cunt's deny it." She shrugged and blushed guiltily, "I'm just reading what I'm seeing..." She began again, this time her voice going up a little bit over the next few bits. "The house watches, and then WATCHES in big letters... know I saw it... Zampino is telling the..." She paused, it looked like kat, she knew that wasn't right so she settled for, "... something. The rest is pretty clear." Her voice kinda tensed as she went over the next words. "Like he said it drove him crazy. The house is the creation of EVIL." Nicole paused and squinted further and sighed. "The rest says something about how he must kill ... the house?"

The blonde passed her long, delicate fingers through her curls a bit, a nervous habit that she had of messing with her hair. She then pressed the arrow on to the next page and she squinted again. "Well, the drawing is of either a creepy ass house or a weird microwave and it says 'HELP, thump or thumping, she thought of this, and THE HOUSE AVOID." She paused a little longer and she realized that her hands were shaking. "That's it."

Nicole took a moment looking at Max and her eyes narrowed slightly as if she finally had come to a conclusion. "Max, if you're trying to play a scary prank on me, I swear..." She seemed now resolved that it was a prank and she laughed, before turning her voice to ice. "Well, it's not funny. However, I do give you props for going to the effort of learning to write in English, you jerk wad." With this she thrust the camera back at Max. Nicki, turned her attention quickly back to the sketch in an attempt to let Max know that the gag hadn't phased her.


[System]
Nickname: Rose, Rosie (only by her parents and grandmother)

Age: 29

Appearance:

Scars/Tattoos: Antipossession tattoo on her right hip. Five long scars across the middle of her back and two smaller scars across her upper stomach from a Windigo.

Vehicle: A black cherry four-door 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle

Personality: Rosalie is one of those that once she puts her mind to something, she is going to see it through. She is loyal to those she considers family and friends and would do just about anything for them. She's not afraid to speak her mind, especially if she knows it's for someone's own good. She's not one to lose her temper easily, but like anyone, she does have her limits. She has a soft spot for kids and dogs but doesn't let it show all that often so that it's not seen as a weakness and used against her.

Backstory:
Rosalie is the daughter of Ben Braeden and the granddaughter of Lisa Braeden. Sadly she never knew her mother, for she passed away soon after giving birth to Rose from a brain aneurysm. As Rose grew up, it was always her and Ben and Grandma Lisa. They did almost everything together and it was a pretty normal upbringing for Rose. Though things slowly began to change when she hit her early teens, while helping Ben clean and organize their attic, Rose came across a large plastic box filled with old photos. Taking a break from the cleaning and organizing, she opened the box and began to look through the photos, recognizing the people in each photo she picked up to look at. She soon came across a couple of photos, one was of her father Ben and grandmother Liza with a man she didn't know, the other with Ben and the same man. Rose sat there holding the photos for the longest time examining them before getting up and going to Ben for answers on who the man was. At first glance at the photos, it was clear didn't recognize the man in the photos, but the longer he looked at them, it was like something was coming back to him. It then looked like Ben was hit with a ton of bricks, Rose could see the memories Ben had forgotten about flooding back into his mind. She watched as a smile came to this lips and tears filled his eyes as he stared at the man in the photos.

When she asked again who the man was, Ben told her his name was Dean Winchester and what he had done for him and Lisa and how they had all lived together at one point. Of course, Rose thought her father was pulling her leg when he spoke about Dean saving her father and grandmother from monsters because she believed that there was no such thing as monsters and things that go bump in the night. They were just stories to scare kids into being good and doing what they were told. She soon learned that Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and other storybook creatures were in fact real and could pass themselves off as normal humans without anyone noticing them. After that, she became obsessed with learning all she could about Dean Winchester and the things that go bump in the night in her spare time, being fascinated by all of it instead of scared of it. By her mid-teens, Rose was pretty well versed in most things that went bump in the night, even if she hadn't encountered anything. Though that all changed just after her sixteenth birthday. One night walking home after a party, she was attacked by a tall man dressed in all black. Said man turned out to be a Vampire. To say she wasn't scared would have been a lie, to finally come face to face with a creature she had read about was terrifying but that fear soon turned into a strength she didn't know she had.

The will to live and not become a meal for a Vampire took over her fear and gave her the strength to fight against the Vampire, and lucky for her, she had a knife on her that she had started to carry after learning about the supernatural. It wasn't a terribly large knife, but it would definitely get the job done. The Vampire almost seemed to enjoy that he found one that was willing to fight back and give him a challenge, but what he didn't expect was for this girl to have a weapon on her. After a long and exhausting fight, Rose finally won the battle against the Vampire and killed it, and did as lore had described doing to make sure he stayed dead. She then returned home battered and bruised and explained what happened to her worried father as he patched her up. It was that event that sent her to take on the life of a hunter, to keep others from having to go through what she did and possibly become or lose their life to a creature that went bump in the night. Of course, her father didn't like it but knew if he tried to stop her she would still find a way to do it with how strong-willed she was. So for a while, he took on the life of a hunter with her, not wanting her to do it alone, and met up with other hunters who were willing to show them the ropes. As she grew older, she took on more cases by herself and helped other hunters on their cases when they'd call for help. Later on, she learned that Dean Winchester had been killed on a case, and with that, her dream of meeting him was shattered but she was still determined to keep what he and his brother had started going and not let the supernatural take over.

[User]
Rosalie Braeden
Rosalie had woken early that morning, not being able to sleep due to nightmares plaguing her dreams that morning. If she hadn't chosen a room away from Dean and Maggie, there was no way she would have gotten as much sleep as she did but she still felt rather tired from getting to bed late from pouring herself over books. She had once again found herself in the library of the bunker, pouring herself over the many books that it held. Since meeting Dean and Maggie, and being invited to stay in the bunker, she was determined to read every book it held at least once. And of course, she had to go through and look at every item that had been collected and cataloged. For someone that had grown up without the knowledge of the Supernatural until later in life, and to hear about the Winchesters and what they did. This place was a treasure trove of knowledge and a way to somewhat step into the shoes of the Winchester's. Rose still craved for more information about the Winchester's, most of all Dean after hearing some of what her father told her about him.

She also wished she could have met the man and picked his brain and learned from him. Though she did learn that she had some things in common with him, like her love for rock music, burgers, the way she felt about her car, the need to save the innocent, and putting family and friends before herself. She saw him as a family member she never had the chance to meet because of certain circumstances that got in the way. Rose understood why Dean would have himself erased from her father's and grandmother's memory but at the same time wished he hadn't had it done. She often thought about talking to Jack about him but with him being so hands-off and not answering them, it just wasn't possible.

Rose finally pulled herself from the books she was elbow deep in for hours and went to the garage to work on her car, something she did when she needed to get her mind on other things and clear it. Working under the hood of her car with music going had an odd calming effect on her as well. After taking a good amount of time to fix most of the damages from the last case, Rose pulled herself from under the hood when her stomach announced it needed to be fed. She then put her tools away and wiped her hands on an old rag that sat nearby, before closing the hood and making her way up the stairs that led back to the main part of the bunker. As she neared the kitchen, Rose could hear Maggie's voice coming from within it, a small smirk slowly came to her lips. Stopping in the doorway, she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the frame of the doorway, her gaze focused on Maggie and her small smirk still resting on her lips as she watched and listened to her.

"Having a bit of a rough morning, are we?" Rose teased Maggie. Uncrossing her arms as she pushed off the doorway and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. "And this is one reason why I'm glad I don't rely on coffee to wake me up and get me going in the mornings." she laughed softly as she dried off her hands. After folding the towel and placing it back near the sink, she then walked over to Maggie, took her gently by the shoulders, and led her to the table. "Have a seat and I'll start a new pot for you." She smiled softly as she gently pushed Maggie to sit in a chair, then walked back over to the coffee pot to make some more coffee for the sleep-deprived woman. Once the coffee was going, she grabbed a cup and sat it on the counter in front of the coffee pot before turning and facing Maggie, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned against the counter. "Have you caught wind of anything this morning?" Once the coffee was done, she poured a cup for Maggie and took it to her with a warm smile resting on her lips before turning and going and making herself a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table across from Maggie.

[Assistant]
Maggie Winchester

"Gah!" Maggie jumped out of her skin and spun around hearing Rose behind her in the doorway to the kitchen. Did people knock? Or at least walk heavy enough so she could anticipate a voice just coming out of nowhere? "Rose, oh my god you walk so quietly..." She half exclaimed, half sighed as she looked at the young woman before her with tired eyes. In this state, she wasn't surprised that she could just read her like a book considering how her night has done. Both kids had nightmares, which was rare. But poor Bobby, DJ shouldn't have been telling them scary stories before bed he had such an active imagination at his age. His poor mind didn't need to be fixating on vampires before going to bed! He was so scared that he was going to be bitten and then have to be beheaded... Oh DJ got an earful from her when they settled back into bed.

"I know I look, well, like a tired mom. The twins had nightmares and Bobby was a bit hysterical so it took quite a while to calm his little mind down. He has an overactive imagination- like his mother." She joked a little, not minding the slight dig at herself as Rosalie gently led her away from the counter and sat her in the chair to make a pot of coffee. She was quiet, listening to her speak here and there until a steaming mug of freshly brewed life source was place in front of her and she smiled, giving a nod of gratitude before bringing it to her lips and sighing as it filled her mouth. A stiff mug of black coffee was all she needed to wake right up no matter what had happened the night before.

"Speaking of that," she finally quipped when she mug was lowered back onto the table. "DJ said he heard about a few things but they're a bit far. New Mexico had small cases- nothing the local hunters can't figure out. But there looked to be a djinn in Maine, and some vampires in Washington. Unfortunately nothing central." She listed off what her husband had looked up last night before going to bed. He weirdly enough enjoyed looking up cases for us, reminding Maggie of his father every so often.


[System]
Themes:* Aiden's Battle Theme
Nickname:Cross, The Prince of Frost, The True Dragon Slayer

Age:19

Gender:Male

Guild: Viper Bolt

Rank:Mage

Personality:He is what one might call an recluse, preferring his own company to that of other, with the exception of Chrome, but that is because she can feed him lots of ice. He is can be a bit rough around the edges, and doesn't really get things like lying, tact, and keeping your opinion to himself. As such, he is not someone who you should befriend if you get easily offended. He does, however, know when he goes to far with his honesty and will do his utmost to apologize for it when he does. His guild mark is on his left shoulder.

*update* Aiden has become a bit more serious ever since the events of greed island, the knowledge and memories he received from Hydrologia as well as the events themselves making him a lot more mature than before, though he is still prone to pick at people with a teasing grin. He has also began to show a bit more of his inferiority complex, an effect of his dragon side beginning to take him over, as well as his icy temper, which can be set off quite quickly if someone knows where to push.

History:Aiden was always different from other children, his eyes and hair were colorless, he is pupils piercing the souls of all who stared into their strange depths, and his anger something that even the toughest of men felt unease around. The reason for this is because dragon's blood ran through his veins. Why? Because his mother, part of a once powerful mage family that has since fallen from grace, had tried to turn her child into a dragon when he was a babe, so as to revitalize the family's former glory by having a dragon in their control. It only half worked, making him half dragon, with no element and no dramatic increase in power. Only a slightly stronger body, and scale like makings ringing his face and covering his fore arms.

Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 5 years, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, one that reflect his own and in more ways in one. 'So lonely' he whispered on his last conscious breathed, 'why must we always be so lonely'.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody, heartily agreed. And so it was that for thirteen years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 19, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged as a fierce pine, but in the end, Aiden one that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest. After that he wandered the land, taking down rogue mages that got in his way and learning, or at least tried, to live in the world of humans. He joined Viper Bolt when he found Chrome on a mission and had proceeded to follow her to the guild hall once he saw she could summon ice, an Element that was rather hard to find in the majority of Fiore.

Magic:Weiss(Water+Ice) Dragon Slayer Magic and Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic.

Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.

Fluid Ice make: Adding an element of water to dynamic contracts, giving them a greater range of motion and flexibility.

Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.

True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.

Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Roar

Water Dragon's Roar: Pressure

Water Dragon's step

Ice make: Dragonic Ascension: Weiss Dragon's Twin Phoenix strike

Weiss Dragon's Blizzarding Roar:

Weis Dragon's Freezing Pulse:

Weiss Dragon's Freezing Roar:

Water Dragon's Whirling Deverish:

Water Dragon's Trap Sphere

Weiss Dragon's Trap Sphere

Weiss Dragon's Blizzarding Typhoon

Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.

[User]
Xavier

Xavier snapped out of his trance as Gwen called his name, jumping backwards out of instinct and just barely avoiding getting chomped. Before getting a good look at the creature, Xavier started to blast it.

"Tephra God's Bellow," He screamed as a plume of black, super heated tephra slammed into his attacker soon followed by another attack, "Tephra God's Obsidian Spears!" With his hands out strectched he plasted conjured more Tephra, forming it into a spear shape before using his mgic to compress it, then launched it into the ash cloud his last attack had created.

Quickly backing up, he charged up his fist with more magic that he'd love to launch into the face of whatever attacked him.

Aiden

Aiden listened to Skelly talk, wincing every now and then as he moved. The combo between the masked guy and the kid was vicious, because as soon as he got inman engagment with one, another woyld pop up and atrack him, allowing the other ine tonescape and starting thecycle all over again. Focusing back on Skelly, he already knew where he was headed.

"I say me and Sable handle the Index, just tell us what, or who, needs breaking so we can cure everyone on the island."

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - WRETCHED ONE

The scene was tense and filled with flaring magic, the wind blistered from the heat but just as soon Sable opened his mouth to speak, the scene wiped to black. After the narration had finished, Sable sat crossed legs and pouting, contaminated arm bandaged up.

"I can't believe you guys fucking skipped me," he muttered, looking up at both Cynthia and Aiden. "I thought we were a team, a Dragon Slayer trio... what kind of trio skips their friend. I hate you guys and that Hiro asshole," He pursed his lips to one side and looked away before quickly changing his tune and returning to normal.

Standing up, he cracked his neck and marched off alone towards the index finger. "Welp, I've chosen the lava-frosty stuff," he stated gleefully, though he could still feel the lingering affects of the last time. His bones felt brittle and his body seemed far weaker than usual. "If I can master it, I'll become the best in no time."

[User]
Aiden

"First off, stop what your dong, stop it right now. Bad Sable. Secondly, glad we're on the same page, but obviously I'm going to master it, and obviously I'm going to be the best. Why do you seem to have trouble understanding this."

[Assistant]
Aria Hunterblade

"What about the middle finger and little finger? Well regardless, I'll be picking the ring one. So where is your Master Steve?" Aria questioned the twins, scowl ever-present. She was, as usual, leaning against a wall, with crossed arms. With bandaged limbs and in quite a weak state, she saw Sable standing up from his chair and walking off, trying to get to the index finger of the hand-shaped island.

"Sable, take Aiden with you at least. You know you're not gonna get anywhere like that," Aria told Sable's back after Aiden spoke, the flame dragon slayer's bandages palpable. She was quite concerned of his well-being, though she doesn't show it, and instead masks it with her usual frown and scowl.

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Cynthia

Cynthia knocked Sable over the head. "Hey, stop breaking the fourth wall, it's there for a reason. If you're done pissing off the creator, can we get back to our mission?"

She glanced at Aria. "I'll go with you. Not that you need backup, but my healing magic might be able to stave off the effects of the Ethernano for a while." She bowed to the S Class, adding "I'll try not to hold you back."

[Assistant]
Oriel

On top of a tree, there rested a woman. With fair sking, red hair and red eyes, along with some really skimpy clothing. She slowly rose from her slumber and yawned, no, more like grumbled something akin to the call of a beast that just woke up. She rubbed the sleepiness away from her eyes, before looking around and checking her surroundings. "What in the seven hells.... What am I doing here again?" Trying to recall the events from yesterday, Oriel stroked her temples, but only a headache fell upon her. "Goddammit, I can't remember shit... Again. Oh well." She looked down to the floor, and it was several meters away, maybe even a kilometer? The tree was fucking high, after all. Well, what doesn't kill you...

She jumped off the tree and landed safely in the ground, though she still heard her legs crack a bit. "Ouch, that fucking hurts!" Oriel said, before looking around again, and spotting a group of three guys that may or may not have taken note on her, after that fall. They weren't facing that way, but they were still relatively close, maybe the noise alerted them. "Crap, I don't feel like dealing with bullshit right now." She quickly hid behind some bushes and eavesdropped on them a bit. She didn't get everything, but she heard one of them saying he'd go to the 'lava one'. Well, that seemed right up her alley. Maybe she could also get them to take her out of wherever they were. She set her eyes on the guy with long black hair (Sable), sizing him up and taking into account everything she could discern with a single glance.

"Not a bad one... Maybe I'll eat him up." She said, passing her tongue by her lips as if to savor the guy. "The hunt is on, I guess." Her stare was so intently and her intentions so perverse the guy might have felt a chill going down his spine just from her looking at him.

[User] Bristlebane grinned eagerly, he knew it, what kind of golden scabbard didn't have a golden sword. Far to excited to bother making a plan or stand around for another second he ran towards the shiny object, Please be a golden sword, please be a golden sword Bristlebane thought to himself as he ran towards it totally ignoring the scuffle behind him.

[Assistant]
Aiden heard a voice from behind him and turned to see a girl with flaming red hair that seemed to have fallen from the tree quickly hiding herself in some bushes. Finding this very suspicous, Aiden walked over to the bush she was in, making a grunt as he saw her seeming to drool over Sable. 'What the hell was wrong with the women of this island, what do they ese in the walking fire hazard'

"Oi, who the hell are you, and what are you doing spying on us?" As he spoke, he took a stance, not sire what to expect from the woman.


[System]
Age: 25

Race: Kitsune

Appearance:

Personality: Yukiko always does her best to be a font of optimism and cheer. No matter the circumstances, she's the first to smile and the last to frown. She has a reputation for being able to bounce back from pretty severe emotional trauma. However, this isn't entirely true. While it's true that she doesn't seem to be overly affected, she's actually sensitive bordering on fragile, with a deeply-buried pool of despair.. She simply doesn't show it. She's a master at bottling up her emotions, so how she seems to feel and how she actually feels often have no relation whatsoever. Beneath her facade of bouncy happiness, she's ready to cry with the slightest provocation.

History: A member of an ancient tribe of kitsune, Yuki lived the first several years of her life in relative seclusion. Even then, she was remarkably happy, though without the undercurrent of fragility and hopelessness. She spent a great deal of time in the form of a fox, revelling in the freedom it gave her to observe human beings unseen. As she observed them, she found them intriguing, and it led to her manifesting in a human form more often. Her tribe was encouraging and appreciative of this; it had been quite a long time since any members had felt a strong kinship with humans. Eventually, Yuki found herself living with humans nearly all the time. In doing so, the inevitable eventually happened: at sixteen years of age, she fell in love.

She and Kureno Nakajima, a fisherman from a nearby village, spent nearly all of their time together. After five years, they arranged to be married. She was as happy as she'd ever been in her life. On her twenty-third birthday, she began to walk towards him through a crowd of well-wishers, eyes fixed on him and the rings in his hands.

Then came the Anjou's lieutenant.

In a blistering hail of fire, everything Yuki had lived for for the past decade and a half vanished in a blink. Her village, destroyed. Her friends, dead. And her groom, her husband-to-be, was rendered to a pile of ash for spreading sedition about Anjou. She turned into her true form of a four-tailed great fox, commanding her foxfire to emerge and leaping in a blur of bloody light for the lieutenant. He cared little; the gap in power between them was simply too much. In a blink, he flickered behind her, moving too quickly for the eye to follow, and stole a bangle containing an iridescent white gem, her hoshi no tama, the source of her power, from around her tail.

She immediately lost control of a great deal of her powers, leaving her trapped in the form of a human. Her only connection to her true form were the ears and tails, hallmarks of her people. Her command of foxfire was ruined, leaving her with only the faint seduction magic that she had never used. There, lying on the ground, her ceremonial kimono destroyed and her breaths coming in heaving gasps, the lieutenant kicked her over, forcing her to stare into his face. With a smirk, he whispered his name into her ear. Then she passed out.

When she awoke, she was still alone. Pulling herself together, she narrowed her eyes to the Anjou's mountaintop home. She would make him pay.

Skills:

Acrobatic - Yuki is very flexible and athletic, which makes her very well-suited to infiltration and other such things.

Diplomatic - Yuki is excellent at talking to common people. While she's too bubbly and optimistic to be much use in genuinely talking to figures of high authority, she demonstrates a remarkable ability to empathize with the working class.

Actress - As a side effect of being so good at hiding her emotions, Yuki can also fake emotions with relative ease. As such, she can very easily get close to people, or get people to drop their guards.

Powers:

Illusion - Yuki can make herself appear as an ordinary human, without the ears and tails. This takes up a surprisingly large amount of energy, however, so if she enters a combat scenario or other high-stress moment, the illusion dissipates and her true form is revealed.

Seduction - When it is called for (though she prefers to not use it), Yuki can use a combination of normal means and subtle magic to VERY quickly seduce someone of the opposite sex.

True Form, and Foxfire (SEALED) - Yuki, before her ill-fated wedding, had the ability to become either a normal fox, or her true form, a fox as large as a wolf and with four tails. She also has the ability to control Foxfire, a purplish flame that burns with intense heat, but convects very little heat, if any. However, her ability to do any of these is completely destroyed, severed away from the rest of her..

Equipment: Yuki refuses to wear armor. Instead, she wears a heavy ceremonial kimono with the obi undone, shoulders pulled slightly down her upper arms. When the situation calls for it, she can either remove it entirely to reveal a tight-fitting black dress, or pull it over her shoulders and tie the sash to fit into high-society events. She carries a set of six throwing knives in a small, unobtrusive belt worn beneath the kimono, and a pair of long, straight knives are strapped horizontally on her back, also beneath the kimono. She takes great pains to hide her weapons as best she can, because it gives her an edge in negotiations if she isn't seen to be armed. However, she can unsheath them in a blink and use them to terrifying effect.

[User]
Luo Dai wasn't sure how he had arrived at Kado Shrine. One moment he had been walking along a path through the woods, and the next thing he knew the forest had opened up. He stood before a pristine lake and walked along soft tufts of grass. The oppressive aura of prowling Youkai completely dissipated, and there was nothing but a sense of pure serenity. Luo Dai was sure it was still the afternoon, but the sky darkened ever so gently so that the constellations were just barely visible. In the middle of this strange clearing stood a modest shrine with a statue of a fox on display. Thanks to Anjou, many people feared such displays, deeming them taboo, but Luo Dai felt no apprehension approaching it. Kado Shrine. The name came to Luo Dai's head like a distant memory, yet he was certain that he had never been to this place before.

"Don't worry. I'll explain everything once the others arrive." The voice came from a small fox that was resting beside the shrine. Well, perhaps "voice" wasn't the best term for it. Rather, the pure meaning of those words was conveyed without the fox uttering a word.

Luo Dai gave the little fox a pleasant smile. "Others, you say?"

"But of course. Many threads of fate are converging. You would have met up one way or another. I'm just helping you along a bit."

"And who are you?" Luo Dai asked. "The guardian deity of this shrine?"

"Oh no, I'm nothing as grand as that. But I'd rather only introduce myself once, so let's wait for the others."

Luo Dai gave a gentle laugh. "Then I suppose I'd better make myself comfortable." With that, he sat down on the grass and crossed his legs, meditating in this tranquil clearing as he awaited the arrival of the "others," whoever they may be.

[Assistant]
It had been a normal day for travelling for the cat-turned-yokai. While he is planning to take revenge on Anjou, he isn't in a hurry to do it. After all, he's trained for this long. He still had a long life ahead of him, and so did Anjou. There wasn't really any rush to get to him. He was in the heavily yokai populated forest. This was one part of the yokai world where he isn't very familiar with. Rather he knows very little about those living in here. But his yokai aura warned them to stay away, even in his human form. A bakeneko isn't very feared in the yokai world considering that there are a lot more that are more powerful. But he was older than most, more experienced and more powerful. Anyhow, he reached this clearing and he suddenly felt like there was not a single yokai in there... or anywhere really. It was odd, peaceful yes, but unnerving.

Setting his eyes on the shrine, Akira stopped a few meters away from it. Cocking his head to the right, he began to analyze the shrine in front of him. He brushed up on his knowledge about different shrines of minor gods and goddesses but nothing came to mind. But something surfaced from his mind.

"Kado Shrine." He muttered out loud. Keeping his weapons close to him, he approached said shrine. Despite being a yokai, he never was bothered when he entered shrines. Heck, he even sleeps at them when given the chance. Well considering that almost everything is under Anjou's rule, he shouldn't really be surprised. Upon getting closer, he sensed another presence and turned to the human. The human was meditating. Although he would normally try to do something to the human just for laughs, he held back his mischievous personality and sit down, near enough to see the human but far enough to not be a bother.

This looks like a good place to rest anyway.

[User]
'' Chi, chi, chi calls the bird~''  A soft singing voice could be hears, echoing clear through the Suzume no Bochi. The Hitodama danced around on the tune, floating around the graveyard towards a blood red Torii gate.  ''maybe it wants a branch~''  The singing voice contiued her eery song. The singer had learned this one when she was but a young chick in her flock.  ''if it does, hit it with one~'' The singer was a young Yosuzume, who had taken on a human form. There was no one around to see her so there was no real purpose to it. As it seemed to an outsider. The girl, clad in a shinobi shizoku, especialy kept this appearace for the Hitodama that were still present in the graveyard. She dangled one leg off the gate on wich she sat, looking at the graves, time had stopped in this place. Her arms and legs were covered with spelltags, nine to be exactly.

Chi, chi, chi calls the bird~,
please blow soon~,
divine wind of Ise~."
All of the sudden the Hitodama flew back tot heir graves as the figure of a lone man became visable. He was donned in the robes of a buddist monk. He held a golden staff with rings ontop that made sound almost like bells were rang. He took of his traveling hat as he saw the Yosuzume sitting ontop of the gate. ''Good evening, Hitodama Gado- chan'' He said as he walked through the gate. The Yosuzume, named Tsubame let him be. Priest came by from time to time to pay homage to those who died a violent death here. He had passed but a few graves as he kneeled down at four very importand ones. The monk kneeled and clapped his hand, making his precence know to the dead. ''Hitodama Gado-chan, would you like to be free'' He said with his eye's closed. Tsubame, who had been silently sitting on the gate opened her eye's again and looked at the priest.
'' I will kill people if you set me free'' She said cold as the monk smiled. ''Well that would be a problem for me. Lets just keep your focus at the lord of Nura. The minion of Anjou'' He said as he placed some offerings at the graves. ''Why would a peace loving monk like you set free a youkai that has already stained her hands with blood. Why do you need Nura and Anjou dead?'' Tsubame found the monk strange, to say the least. ''The wings of death are swift for those who deserve it. Yosuzume, won't you fly your deadly black wings for me'' The monk smiled as his hands formed the first mundra Rin.
'' On baishiramantaya sowaka '' He said and Tsubame felt one of the nine seals placed upon her being released. The spell tag peeled itself of her as the second mundra was formed, followed by the rest until the monk had reached all nine of them.
''On ishanaya intaraya sowaka''
'' On jiterashi itara jibaratanō sowaka''
'' On hayabaishiramantaya sowaka''
'' On nōmaku sanmanda basaradan kan''
'' On aganaya in maya sowaka''
'' On irotahi chanoga jiba tai sowaka''
'' On chirichi iba rotaya sowaka''
'' On a ra ba sha nō sowaka!''  The spelltags flew of Tsubame as if they got taken by the wind and burned to ashes. The monk stood underneath the gate and Tsubame jumped of it, landing softly on the ground, traces of shadow lingering in the already dark place. ''Who are you?'' Tsubame asked suspicious.
'' just a passerby, guiding you to the way that leads to Kado Shrine '' He said, giving her a curtesy bow before walking away wisteling a soft tune. Tsubame looked at the monk and raised a brow. '' How do I reach this Kado shrine! '' She called and the monk turned around pointing at the gate before he dissapeard between the trees. Tsubame sighed, what did he mean by that. Anyway, he had freed her and her powers had not been used in a while. She transformed to her sparrow form and let the darkness of the nigth surround her.

''Kado shrine, what will I find by going there'' She said as four Hitodama followed her. Those Hitodama belonged to Takahiro's family. They sticked to her the most. With a loud sceach Tsubame flew throuh the gate towards the graveyard, only to see the image shift. Another shrine appeared and in vieuw came a human man and a Bakeneko. Carefull of the Bakeneko Tubame flew to the gate of the shrine and landed looking at the two beneath her, her Hitodama floated around her. With a puff of shadow Tsubame took on her human form while laying down on her back, watching the blue sky and clouds pass by. How she missed this vieuw.

[Assistant]
"Ow ow ow!"

Yuki had lost the path some time ago, wandering astray into the forest. The way to Mount Senkiai from Kōku was a long one, especially with no money to pay for a carriage. As her hair caught on every branch in sight, she continued crashing through the forest. Despite the years since, she'd never fully recovered from the loss of her animal senses, leaving her somewhat disadvantaged when traveling through wilderness.

The oppressive aura of the yōkai around get pressed upon her, clouding her senses even further. After an hour's hopeless searching, she sighed, utterly lost.

Then, from before her, she heard the faint sound of voices. Stumbling through trees, she emerged into a placid, tranquil clearing. The yōkai presence around get dissipated, replaced with a feeling of calm. A pair of words fled to the surface of her mind and she murmured them reflexively, spitting leaves: "Kado shrine..."

Only then did she notice the small gathering in front of herself. Rearranging and flattening the kimono that had become so disturbed by her trek and wiping the sweat from her brow, she trotted over. "So...do any of you know where we are? I'm really lost..."