[System]
Gender: M
Age: 27
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Rank: Cause
Objective for the Grail: Hemlock is too prideful of his family's art to throw it all away and reach the root using some cup, so he intends to wish for a solution to the annoying roadblocks that stop them from reaching that level on their own terms.
Command Seal: A paintbrush with a splatter of paint. The splatter will disappear first, then the head, and finally the shaft.

Personality: Hemlock gives off the impression that he would probably still be totally committed to painting even if it had absolutely nothing to do with his magecraft. Since first-hand observation is the best for painting, he doesn't mind venturing out of his workshop at all. Indeed, he generally lacks pride and has no problem stooping down into the dirt or grovelling. The only exception is his painting. The mention of art completely washes away the detached and calm persona, giving way to the emotions he bottles up inside. A conversation with a lover of art can turn him into a charming guy with a bright smile, but someone who insults his work will suddenly be face-to-face with a violent and vindictive artist.

Bio: The Reguim family is based in the English countryside, within arm's reach of the Clock Tower. They've always been open to co-operation with the Association, but there was little reason to, especially as they began to stagnate a bit. The goal of their art is to "paint the root" and the use that painting as a means to reach it. Hemlock spent lots of his childhood outside and often travelled to different exotic places in order to paint them. His family was fairly mellow since they spent all their time painting, so he was allowed to make non-mage friends and hang out with them in his spare time. Even so, Hemlock could tell that his relatives had started to despair about ever advancing their craft, and as a skilled young heir, the pressure was on him. Leaving behind his social life was his own choice, rather than something forced on him, but in the end, he became just another anti-social mage looking for easy solutions to fulfill ancient pride.

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Magic Circuit Switch: Imagining a black canvas.

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Earth and Water

Magecraft: In addition to basic magecraft, Hemlock is highly proficient with his family's traditional style, which uses paintings. The focuses of this are essentially "bounded fields" and "curses" that make use of paintings to boost their effectiveness. A painting can be used as the centrepiece of a boundary, tuning its purpose to a function related to the painting. A painting of a sturdy house or castle would make for a protective field, and so on. In regards to curses, it's a matter of painting a representation of a target, and then making alterations to the painting to mirror the effects onto a target, similar to a "voodoo doll". In both cases, a painting made from immediate observation instead of imagination or memory will be more effective, and one that contains materials from the subject will be even moreso.

Crest: 6 Generations

Weapons:

 Vibrant Arsenal: An artist's palette, to which normal paints can be applied at will. The paint becomes filled with mana and fails to be removed by the standard jostling one experiences during battle. In order to apply it, the specialized brush must be flicked against a dollop of paint, causing the liquid to fly off in a blade-like arc. These are physical attacks that deal damage on contact, with the type of damage corresponding to the colour used as one would expect.

 Paintings: Stacks of Hemlock's past work, useable with his magecraft. Various pieces such as forests, dark alleys, castles, violent brawls, and stormy seas are present here.

 Portable Speed-Painting Kit: A small case that unfolds into a stool, canvas, and everything else Hemlock would need in order to sit down and do some painting in dangerous situations.

[User]
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Latin District, Hotel Workshop

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The form that emerged from the circle was not quite exactly what it appeared to be- namely, it was not the form of a man. The royal musketeers uniform hid what little chest she had and her hips were, as described by her mother, unfortunately narrow. Her face was one that was pretty in a way that was timeless but not distinctly male or female, but the fiery glint of determination in her eye spoke to the sensibilities that were far more often the former than the latter.

Of course given these facts no one could possibly be blamed for thinking the figure of Saber was male, least of all Saber herself- who would not correct anyone who made that mistake. If anything, this was always the intention of the fourth musketeer, as no sooner than the flash had faded than she had moved to cement this misconception.

She cut a deep bow and doffed her hat before speaking, in a voice no more conclusive than her body, "So, which one of you lovely ladies is my master?"... It was like she didn't even notice Theta.

She stepped forward before waiting for a reply, reaching out for the girls, "Is it you? Or you? You maybe? You?" Rapid fire, one after another, pressing her lips to the back of their hands, offered or not, with face becoming less noble and more transparently lecherous by the syllable. "Oh God you've been too good to me, I can't even choose, you're all so lovely!" ... D'Art, it isn't your choice to begin with.

As the excitement mounted she collapsed to her knees, head tilted back towards the sky as an even greater possibility dawned on her and she extolled her joys. "Don't tell me it's all of you!? Did I die and go to heaven!?" Her expression sobered suddenly, and her finger went to her chin. " ...Well I did die, but..."

She snapped back to mania not a second later, upon noticing Venus' predicament. " Oh dear, you're bleeding! My darling please, don't use your own kerchief, take mine instead- Oh but it would be rude to give one of you a gift and not the rest or you'll think I'm playing favorites... Oh this is a fine predicament you've gotten yourself into d'Artagnan!"

Just like that, without a second's hesitation, she blurted her true name out. Things were off to a wonderful start.

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[Assistant]
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Hector of Troy
Studio Appartement, Core District

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Hmmm? What was that now? Its calling upon me of all people? Ah that's just my luck eh. He had thought perhaps war and conflict would have left him alone after all that he had done in life. Well he didn't really think that, that was more of this old man's hopeful wishes. Ah jeez. Well if someone was calling on him it couldn't be helped then. As long as he wasn't there everything should be fine anyway.
And so his body once more began to take form, back to the world of humans where he had fought so valiantly for his people, for his father, for his brother. Once more to battle, this time for his master. Hang on... Maybe I should fight for myself once in a while... That notion came to mind as he found himself looking at a strange room of fog. Well, a room of fog until it was all blasted away, probably from the completion of the summoning. Now the full body of the Servant Hector stood clearly in the middle of the summoning circle, well next to the block of wood at least. He noticed the man outside of the circle and gave him a slight nod of the head as he knelt down, picking it up before knocking on it with its other hand. "Knock on wood, eh?" he said to the as of now unknown man with a slightly stupid grin on his face. Well the man wasn't entirely unknown...

"I assume you are the one who summoned this old man then son?" he asked this rhetorical question as he eyed him up. The man who summoned him looked fairly well built, strange choice of clothing but hey maybe his master was thinking the same thing about him. Casually dropping the piece of wood that had acted as his catalyst back down onto the floor he rather oddly shuffled his way out of the summoning circle. "So... What's the plan son?

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Lucienne
Discreet Workshop, Residential District

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Letting out a long sigh Lucienne slipped on her jacked. It may have been a more peaceful day than she was used to but it was just as busy and stressful as any other. Well, perhaps even more since she was preparing to set foot in the Grail War. Why on earth didn't I come to Paris sooner for this. Idiot. She scolded herself as she made her way over to the wall. Bringing a notebook that had been resting on a nearby desk with her. She had written down the numbers to people who were connected to her family and could be trusted to help her out during the war. But even so it was a pain to use the telephone. It felt like hours until she was able to reach someone the first time she tried to use one and she still struggles with the stupid brick to this day. Grinding her teeth she rather aggressively punches in the numbers.

"Ohoho, is that Monsieur Bogdanoff?" The man on the other side of the phone would have surely been quite surprised to see the sudden change of mood in this caller. "Ah yes... Well... I was just wondering if you could keep tabs on this little 'hideout' that you so kindly arranged for me during my stay here." The man responds with his usual booming laugh and a "I will see what I can do madame." "Aha merci, merci beaucoup for everything Monsieur, have a wonderful day!" He must think I am paranoid or something. Oh well.. She thought as she left the room and began to climb a set of stairs up to the second floor. "Caster!!! How is everything going on up there! Are you ready to head out! Paris is a beautiful place we should use some of our time to experience it a bit! She yelled up at the servant that she had summoned. Honestly she was expecting a handsome knight in shining armor but she was not displeased with who it was that had answered her call. A beautiful young woman. N-now Lucienne was a beautiful young woman in her own right and had no reason to be jealous at all... Thoughts like these trailed through her slightly self conscious mind as she awaited for her servants response.

[User]
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Discreet Workshop, Residential District
To walk once more amongst parisians, da Vinci takes to the stage!

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Stretching as she finished getting changed. da Vinci patted down her clothing, She had thought it best in her preparations that she wore less 'flamboyant' clothing, the bright colours of her regular attire would certainly stick out like a sour thumb on the night streets. Still, even her drab clothing had that manner of class befitting the renowned inventor. She certainly looked like an aristocratic member of french society. That is after all what she intended.

Ah, and just in time too, her master calling for her certainly would expedite her progress as she donned the hat on-top of her flawless strands of brown hair. Ah yes. She was most certainly ready to begin scouting paris at her masters side. A flawless smile encroached on her face as she turned around opening the door to greet her master. "I believe I am now ready master." da Vinci said, standing with a hand on hip, beaming that smile of confidence and reassurance she had seemingly mastered. "Shall we begin?" Her words were simple, fair and eloquent in tone. Such was the benefits of redesigning ones own body to be perfect.

She was quite lucky to have earned such a reasonable master, She would of been beside herself if she had been forced to work with one of the more 'distasteful' fellows. She hoped that tonight would be profitable for the both of them. It would be a disservice to her character if she failed to protect the only person that mattered to her currently as a servant. da Vinci was not the type to accept failure. No no~

[Assistant]
Apartment Workshop, Core District

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"Knock on..? Aren't you supposed to say that after someone jinxes something?"

Hemlock felt the hero's presence even before he laid eyes on him. The fog, a byproduct of bringing a warrior from hundreds of years in the past to his apartment, began to settle. Thus, the two could see each other. Amidst the scene, something came to the painter's mind. He spoke restlessly, "Hemlock Reguim, magus of the modern day. Now, just a moment..."

He quickly moved to a window and threw it open, noticing as he did the red markings on the back of his hand. "This fog is probably wreaking hell on my canvases." The vapour began to waft out into the night air, and Hemlock turned back to the spirit he had conjured, who became more and more visible as the last wisps of mist dispersed. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I simply couldn't let my works sit in this moisture for too long. I'm not entirely sure if that was actually water vapour, but I hate to take chances where paintings are involved."

After a few moments, Hemlock closed the window again. He was slightly thrown off by the spirit's attitude, but he supposed it was fine for someone to be that easygoing when they were capable of annihilating most opposition with their bare hands. "As you can probably tell, I'm the mage who summoned you, which makes me your Master. If you find the terms 'Servant' and 'Master' demeaning then you're free to come up with something better. He extended a hand, to seal their bond. Hemlock's new status as a Master gave him insight into the man's capabilities. Strong, bright, vibrant colours in all areas, especially swiftness. If his Servant was so quick, perhaps he had struck fortune beyond fortune and summoned the greatest hero of that war? No, he hadn't survived to an age where he might call himself an 'old man'. "Of course, I must arrange a plan for this war. First, please tell me your class and true name so that I understand what you can do. However, my basic goal won't change based on your abilities: to grasp Paris and the Grail within these eight days, we'll have to eliminate each of our opponents, starting tonight."


[System]
Personal Quote: Sometimes, I think I'm the only thing keeping this town form going to total shit.
Gender: Male

Race: Mixed Caucasian/Hispanic

Nationality: American

Age: 31

Occupation: Town Sherriff

Family: Richard Reilly (Father, Deceased), Luisa Espinoza Valdez (Mother, Deceased), James Reilly (Brother, lives in California)

Horse: Sultan

Possessions: Josh generally wears comfortable clothes in the summer and sports a long duster for the winter months. He wears a Schofield in a holster on his waist and carries a double barrel shotgun when he's patrolling the town. One of the local bar flies nicknamed Josh's shogun "Knock Knock" and the name sort of stuck.

If he ever feels the need for an extra bit of range, Josh has a Spencer rifle in his lock up at the sheriff's office. Never far behind Josh is his dog, Deputy He is well trained and a loyal friend to his master.

Skills: Josh is a good shot and a fair rider, but most of his time spent as a sheriff is talking to people. He believes that talking someone into giving up is better than wasting a bullet on them.

Personality: Josh is friendly and affable with the folks in town, but he finds the job of policing quite exhausting. Still, it's his job and he gets paid for it, so he does the best he can. He's been thinking about hiring a deputy (a human one) for quite some time, but the right person hasn't come along yet.

Likes/Dislikes: Josh likes peace and quiet, as it means his job is very easy. If it's not, the Josh likes to get the job done in a way that leaves the most people satisfied, as that generally keeps the peace better. When he's not working, he finds joy in enjoying food and drink at Roy's Saloon.

Josh doesn't speak much about his past, but he has mentioned that he's had a few odd jobs before becoming sheriff. He's been a gunhand, a bounty hunter and a driver for Wells Fargo before arriving in Longwater. Once he arrived, he decided that this was a good town to make a living in, and he's stayed ever since.

[User]
"Have a good day father." Achille stated as he bowed his head to Father Stone respectfully. So far so good... he earned the trust of the local clergy which would likely prove valuable down the line. With his read on the town somewhat complete, The bounty hunter took a gaze towards the sheriff's office, intending on making good of his word to see the man in charge only to notice that the drunk Irish soldier from earlier had already made his way over. How unfortunate... it would be difficult to approach the sheriff and get a proper read on things if the irish drunk was there also to potentially distract him. Yet as Achille took a moment to analyze the town and reflect on Colm's words, Achille figured that Colm was more than just his first impression. Likely a former soldier, Achille privately guessed, judging from the rival... perhaps he did have his uses.

It was here that Achille then noticed the pair of individuals who emerged from the saloon to listen in on the previous conversation. Judging from their appearances they were both relatively young looking but both distinct in presences. The man had a certain relaxed aura around him though his words gave off the impression that despite his age, he was at least knowledgeable on criminalistics activities. The female however had a different presence. There was something off about her, something... supernaturally familiar and the way she clung on to the man's side...

Achille's eyes narrowed, his face hardening behind his bandana. "There is another?" He privately thought. It seems there was yet another complication. The matter would have to be addressed another time however, especially since they were in daylight. The bounty hunter took a step towards Jack and Kira, his face all covered except for a pair of dark and intense eyes. "Do you speak from experience?" Achille questioned aloud, focusing on Jack.

"In these... peculiar times it seems we could all use a friend." Achille said, his head gesturing subtly in Kira's direction. "Now it seems like you have one but perhaps you can be generous and possibly tell this wandering gunslinger on what you know about this town they call Longwater."

[Assistant]
Location: Just Outside Saloon | Interaction: @Silentfeather@DragonofTheWest

 Jack responded to Kira's request for companionship with a subtle upward nod, beckoning her forward. As she caught up with him just outside, she inquired about the identity of the grave tamperer.

 "Couldn't tell ya," he admitted, his words sounding out in an exhale of smoke. "I haven't been here for too long. Only got a general feel for the place and the folks in it. Seems like the flavor of degenerate that would mess with a grave would be akin to either a batshit crazy loon, some down-on-his luck loser looking for a score, or... I dunno... Maybe something else." The sort of notion certainly forced Jack to look at the people around him with a little more scrutiny. At best, there was some low talent thieving bottom feeder among them. He'd have to keep a close eye on his billfold and always keep his back toward a corner. At worst, there was an unpredictable deviant in town, in which case Jack need only to keep his gun loaded and his hand near the holster. His curiosity was laced with excitement. Alas, he tried to maintain his poker face.

 "I could do well with some company," Jack stated, allowing his eyes to lock onto Kira's for but a moment. She was attractive, bold and direct. In Jack's circles, someone like that could prove very useful. Business aside, she was certainly an upgrade from the last woman he spent any time with. This could be fun.

 "Do you speak from experience?" The peculiar man's voice seized Jack's attention as he approached, no doubt overhearing his hypothesis on the crime.

 "Not directly," he said back casually. "But what else would any sane individual get outta foolin' with dead bodies?" The odd man's attention then moved onto his newly acquired companion before offering her a question as well. His eyes continued to scan this masked enigma. He simply couldn't decide how to read him. He was requesting friendship, but also information, all while armed and anonymous. Jack couldn't shake the eerie vibe he was getting, but decided to mute his concern for now.

[User]
(Addressing: @DragonofTheWest @RedXIII @Silentfeather)

Christina stayed in the graveyard sometime after others had left. Seeing that even the Sheriff has no idea what happened here and why was just too much for her to handle. If the authorities could not even fathom such a crime, how were they going to solve it?

Old bones. Christina was furious when she remembered his words. Her mother was no 'old bones'. She was a healer who has done a lot of good for the town and her body didn't deserve to be disgraced in this way. Young girl forbade herself from imagining what someone would possibly do with so many corpses, but thoughts of old stories still kept creeping into her mind. Graverobbers would take valuables but would have no use for bodies. There were other tales about beings not quite from this world - folks around the campfires whispered about ghouls, walking dead, or strange winged creatures, the natives passed stories about the mysterious Wendigo, but Christina had always dismissed them as fantasies without any real base.

She couldn't stay on the defiled graveyard any longer, so she jumped on Betsie and rode back to town, heading straight for the Lone Heart. As she was tying her horse outside, her gaze fell on some strange people talking on the front porch. Newcomers weren't any rare sight in Longwater, for most the town was just an overnight stop on their way from east to west (or vice versa), but in the current situation, people were looking at strangers more carefully. Could any of these strange figures be the wanted culprit?

The door swung smoothly as she entered the saloon. She was not a frequent visitor there, in fact, this was the first time she came in as a customer. Climbing on one of the barstools, she nodded at the bartender. "Pour me a glass."

He looked at her with doubt. "Hun' are you sure? You should go home."

Of course, he knew her, probably ever since she was a baby. "Give me a glass of something or I'll tell everyone why do you keep scratching your crotch," she hissed at him quietly and he obliged. Being a healer meant she had to keep a lot of secrets, but this was the first time she used them against anyone. She was definitely not her usual cheery and positive self. "I'm sorry," she mumbled as he handed her the drink. The barman just tapped her shoulder and moved to serve other patrons.

The liquid in the glass looked like water, but sure as hell didn't smell like it. Christina drank it all at once, trying not to cough as it burned its way through her throat and stomach, forcing tears into her eyes. Dead God, why the hell does anyone drink this? A few coins landed on the counter and she left the saloon, deciding that drinking is not an acceptable way to forget about her troubles. She leaned against the railing outside, waiting for her stomach to calm.

"What do you think there is to know about the town?" she asked a tall stranger. All covered in black, the only visible part of his body were his eyes - definitely a suspicious fellow. "It's a normal town like any other. People live their normal lives here, working hard to provide for their families. A lot of strangers pass through, but until now we haven't had any bigger troubles than a few drunken fights and one or two armed robberies. Sure, drunken folks tell strange stories, but who would listen to them?" she shrugged.

"If you are looking for friends though, you might have a hard time. People here don't trust strangers easily." She curiously looked at the other two fellows, a handsome guy and an enchantingly beautiful lady in a gorgeous dress.

[Assistant]
Colm had stepped into the Sheriff's office. Ah, good. He's in. He listened carefully to the mans' statement, and straightened himself up, as if he was standing in formation. Some things never leave ya, do they, boyo? "Private Colm MacPherson, formerly of the 88th New York Regiment of The Irish Brigade; also-" He hesitated. He felt himself about to choke on his words, and decided against mentioning having anything to do with General Sherman. "Also, a brief stint on the frontier, sir." There, not really a lie, than, is it? "Newly arrived, newly retired, and eager to offer my services in light of the current crisis, sir!"

 He paused, and looked confused as he realized he was saluting, as if he really was speaking to an officer of the army... He forced himself to put his arm down. "If'n y'll accept me help, sir- Sheriff, sir..." He squeezed his eyes shut tight with frustration- Jaysus, Mary 'n Joseph, at least oi've got a couple a good drinks in me, lest the man see me with the shakes...

[User]
Kira smiled wide once again as she was accepted by sexy, handsome Jack, joining him in the searching for any clues in the strange grave robber. She could sense many saddened humans nearby but she knew that it was because of the snatching of the bodies of their loved ones. She searched graves, trying her very hardest to not move anything to disturb the resting place of the such hollow vessels that were grabbed.

She looked at Christina, the woman who was leaning against the railing, emmotionally sensing her sadness. She may have been able to do that since she was born but she kept that secret to herself. "Jack and me here are friends, what brings you to the saloon? young one?" She asked, not wanting to be too into the mysterious woman's business but just making small talk. "Even here you can find friends, you just have to find where to look and be patient." She smiled once more, trying to cheer up the depressed woman who seemed down in the dumps.

She sighed as her search came up empty like the holes in the graveyard, arising to her heels, dusting her dress off. She walked over to Jack, asking him the same question she had in her own head. "Find anything yet .. hmm .. this is strange?" She adjusted the bright red rose in her hair, the sun making her skin glow like a thousand crystal diamonds. Her bright blue eyes becoming of a bright blue that shined beneath it's rays. Being a vampire had it's perks, perks like being enchantingly beautiful through the ages and never aging a single day.

She wanted nothing more than to solve the grave robberies and put this whole thing to a permanent rest once and for all.

[Assistant]
"Private?" Josh said, crossing his arms. Colm looked a little old to be a private, but if he managed to make it all the way to retirement, then he was likely a very good soldier. Still, he looked a little shaky.

"Look, friend. I'm sure you're very qualified, but this looks like simple grave-robbery. In spite of the odd circumstances, anyway. If it gets worse, I'll be sure to-" said Josh before he was cut off by a scream. Then another. Then a dozen more.

The Sheriff instinctually reached for his shotgun and made sure it was loaded before running outside past Colm. "We will discuss this later!" he yelled back to the old soldier.
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Standing tall at the far end of town, past the saloons and underneath the shadow of a massive water tower, were a horde of the dead. Still dressed in their Sunday best, they unmoving throng were still familiar to those residents of Longwater who remembered them. At their head, pacing back and forth, was a tall man in a long black duster. On his hip sat an old Colt that still looked dangerous in spite of it's rust.

When Josh pushed his way pass the onlookers, he leveled his shotgun at the man and the mass of corpses behind him. The Sheriff tried to call out, demand an explanation, but found his throat to be completely dry. All he could do was stare in horror at the impossible sight laid out before him.


[System]
MARKED BY THE VIGILS

Cast out of her like-haired tribe of warriors, Theresa has adopted a lifestyle of combat and wanderlust. As such, she has come to the Continent out of sheer adventurous nature, wanting to dig up its mysteries and meet its many inhabitants, however dangerous the expedition may become.

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GERALD PITHERS
MARKED BY THE VIGILS

The product of a mix-up in a sinister necromantic ritual, the drunkard Gerald was cast to sea shortly after his resurrection. After he washed up on the shore of the Continent, he decided he had nothing better to do and began exploring.

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COASTAL VIGILS
Servants of an ancient and accursed proclomation, the lumbering Coastal Vigils announce all arrivals within the Continent, and mark them in such a way that they are never permitted to leave.

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JOLLY GUTTERS
A leader amongst the black-blooded, inhuman Cleaver-Men originating from the ruined city of Aardvale, Jolly Gutters is the perfect example of a coloquially named "mark hunter", going out of his way to put down any such threats to the natives of the Continent.

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JULIAN, KEEPER OF THE JUNCTION
A much, much older native of the Continent, Julian maintains the cross-connecting haven known as the Keeper's Junction. Full of information regarding the Continent and what lies within and around it, Julian is a friendly character who provides whatever he can to those he calls friends.

[User]
Jaded Woods: Creekside Path

The creek was long, curved, and flat. The forest, once they'd reached the point where the trees didn't let any sunlight at all through, didn't change much. The only visible source of sunlight, at the moment, came from the center of the creek, which was for the most part unshrouded by the trees. The terrain, however, did start to change slightly. It was gradual, but the ground slowly started to slope upwards. The creek, too, grew faster and the occasional rapids could be seen.
The green sand, which continued to blanket the ground, became coarser and more gravel-like as they continued.

Eventually, after a few hours of bickering as to what they'd do when they reached the creek's end, Chumi was treated to the hilarious sight of Piper walking directly into a green wall that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She let out a squawk of surprise as she fell back into the creek, and shot a burst of water in the general direction of the wall.

"You ok, Pip?" He said, once he stopped laughing enough to get the words out.

"Yeah, I'm, um, fine," she said, face red, looking at the thing she'd run into. The wall, it seemed, stretched far above the trees. Piper, already in the water, waded to the center of the creek. The creek's head seemed to be here, and the water was flowing out of a very small crack in the green expanse. The wall itself was mostly smooth, and looked to be made of the same green stone the gravel that covered the floor was made from. The spot where her blast of magic had hit was gouged, far deeper than it would have been if it had hit any sort of stone she could think of. There was still water dripping from it, carrying a sort of sandy sludge with it.

"Chumi, what do you think this thing is?" she asked, touching the wall with her hand. It was grainy and rough, almost as though it was made from the sand, rather than the sand being made from it.

"Some sort of cliff? Can't say I can think of any cliffs this smooth, though..."
"Maybe a wall of some sort?"
"Let's follow it and find out!"

Chumi reached into his bag, and pulled out a lantern. A quick spark, and warm red light shone from it, lighting the deep, dark forest.
The creek abandoned, they followed the sandstone cliffs edge. The map, bound to her own perception, simply marked the structure as the forest's edge, calling it Jaded Wall. The cliff was as unnaturally straight as it was smooth.

Barrier Cliffs

An hour of following it through the forest later, and they encountered what looked like the walls' natural counterpart. A tall cliff, whose very presence caused for there to be no neighboring trees to obscure the sunlight. So tall, in fact, that they couldn't actually see the top of it. What they could see, however, was something shiny, blue, and slightly sparkly. Piper's heart started to race in excitement at the sight- That couldn't be what she thought it was, could it? It was hard to tell, the sun was hiding behind the cliff itself.

"Chumi, are those gems up there..."
"I think they are. Can you cut me a spot for the ladder?"
A few measurements later, and she gouged out a hole near where the glimmering rocks were. Chumi threw up a rope, tipped with a strong hook, with many little rungs to the sides. When it landed within the hole she cut and found purchase, he gave it a few tugs, and offered her the rope. Piper began climbing.

Just as she thought! The glimmering gemstones in the deep green sandstone were none other than perfect, raw, un-used orbs! Deposits of them were very rare, and highly sought after. Just the amount she could see from here would leave them rich and wealthy beyond anything they'd ever had before.

"They're orbs! I'm gonna cut some out! Be ready to catch them!" She called out to Chumi, who fiddled with his bag for a moment, then pulled out a large net. While Orbs couldn't be broken until they were enchanted and then exhausted, it wouldn't do for them to fly all over the place.
The net was spread out on the ground, so Piper pulled out her wand once more, and started blasting the gems out of the sandstone. It was really fortunate that the stone was so weak.

Before long, there was a massive hole in the side of the cliff, and still hundreds of clusters of the little fist-sized gems. She'd really hit the motherlode! Her arms were getting tired from holding on to the rope ladder, though, so it was about time to climb down.

The net below was absolutely stuffed with orbs- They'd never be able to take this many with them, even with magic on their side. Even then, you could only compress orbs within other orbs so many times before the spells started to become unstable. A rush of water later, and the sandy slush that had come down with the orbs was cleaned away. Chumi got to work magically compressing some of the loot, and Piper sat down, watching him work. Chumi really was quite the masterful enchanter, with a few tricks, he could compress a whole second layer before compression instability started to become an issue. As it was, despite his prowess, they could only take sixteen of them, not including the orbs used to store the others.

They both looked at the compression orb once he was done, watching the tiny ones below its translucent surface spin.

"Even if we just took this one home, we could afford to live comfortably for the rest of our lives," Chumi said.

"Yeah, but..." Piper frowned.

"We'd never be hungry or anything, we could even open our own business," Chumi reasoned.

"We won't go down in history that way," Piper said, with a sort of finality to it that didn't actually close the topic.

"Right, we'd have to really take home a lot of these if we were to make history," Chumi agreed.

"How would we, though? There's no way we can carry that many, you know the rules about carrying around more than one top-level compressed orb," She said.

"I mean, if we got a cart, maybe..." Chumi proposed.

"What would pull it? This forest's far too thick for a centaur to make its way through, even if we'd brought one," Piper shook her head.

"We could pull it ourselves," Chumi said, obviously joking. Obviously. Piper ignored it just in case.

"You know," Piper said, thoughtfully, "they did do that thing over in Palimalou, where they found some strong, stupid Paliise, and got them to handle the agriculture. Saved them a lot of money, not having to ship workers over,"

"What are you proposing?" Chumi asked.

"I'm saying, if we were to find some... Whatever savages live around here, mystify them into thinking we're gods or something, we could have an entire mining operation handling all these orbs for us, and we wouldn't even need to do anything," Piper said, somewhat pleased with herself for thinking of it.

"I mean, there's no guarantee that they'd fall for it, though," Chumi said.

"Well, yeah, but we can just have anyone smart enough to figure that out either elevated to a management position or executed as an example," Piper said.

"Right, good idea. I think they did something similar in the Pali Pals Tomato Company, and they were very successful," Chumi reinforced.

"Okay! That's that settles it, then. We'll leave the net here, give me a moment," Piper pulled out the map, and touched the spot they were on, the only place not called Jade Something, with her wand. A little blue dot appeared there, marked Orb Mining Facility.

"We just need to find ourselves some savages, and we'll be good to go," Piper said. She also went over and released the grappling ladder from the cliff face, and handed it to Chumi. Chumi stored it, and the compressed orb as well. They looked around, trying not to forget anything, and decided there wasn't anything they needed. They looked at the now-soaked cliff face, and followed it once more.

[Assistant] Saaria remained silent and flew down to stand in front of Gerald. Fiery magic danced at her fingertips, and she gave them all a look that told them she wasn't going to back down. Her entire personality had flipped, she was just waiting to be tempted, and when provoked, she would not hold back. The fire in her throat and the magic in her soul stood ready to be accessed the moment these disgusting men tried to lay a hand on her new companion.

[User]
Cia

Cia gave a sigh as she flew closer to the others. She looked towards Jolly Gutters. "You say that he is marked for death, yet he's already dead? What's the point of killing him if he's already dead?" Cia asked them landing on top of gerald now. "And what's the point of him being dead to begin with anyways?"

Cia wanted to know as much as she could of the situation. Maybe they wouldn't have to fight. Cia wasn't exactly the best fighter to begin with anyways, though she was sure that Saaria could handle this herself. "I would hate for you all to die without understanding the situation after all. Besides I can't make an informed decision to give him up unless you explain to me why." Cia said now sitting on top of Geralds head.

[Assistant]
Brunhilde

An enormous green man, horns sprouting from his head and tusks the size of daggers, was charging through the forest, swinging his axe wildly and shouting obscenities in some unknown language. He resembled, loosely, what the people of Sorvir referred to as an Orc.

Brunhilde looked behind her as she 'ran', a look of complete confusion on her face. "Who the hell are you? Did I do something wrong? Stop following me."

The orc's hands were covered with tree sap, his hair was full of pinecones, and her questioning only enraged him further. He pushed himself as hard as he could to catch up to the human, and aimed his axe at her head.

Thump.

The orc's head hurt like hell, and it took him a few moments to realize he had run head first into a pine tree. His axe was lodged firmly in the wood, sap running down the grip. He shook his head to try to clear out the shock of running into several tons of solid wood, and heard giggling above him.

Brunhilde was hovering several meters above him, looking at the dazed orc, and trying desperately to hold in her laughter. She plucked a pinecone from the tree and tossed it at his head, and burst into even louder laughter. The orc got up and yanked his axe out of the tree, being pelted with pinecones all the while, and tried to pull her out of the air. Brunhilde dashed off into the distance, returning to the ground, and the orc gave chase once again.


[System]
Rain Guardian

Normal Appearance

TYL Appearance

Known simply as 'The Serpent', or 'Il Serpente' in Italy, Hisaki has become a powerful assassin under the Vongola as their Rain Guardian. He wields Rain Flames, with Mist Flame abilities to compliment it. His main style is trickery. He hides his snake katana with Mist Flames, disguising it as a cane shortsword. His trickery around his weapon alone is as a result two-fold. He employs the use of Rain flames to augment his strikes and slow the opponent down, while using Mist flames to outpace them. To make up for his lower mastery of Mist flames, he uses small-scale illusions at an incredibly fast pace. He carries hidden throwing knives as an alternative combat option, known for striking them with his blade to throw them in unexpected ways and directions.
Aliases: Namimori Serpent
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Combat Data
Faction: Vongola
Position: Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Equipment:
Type Preferred - Sword with sheath weapons

Training Bokken with Sheath: A training sword with a specially made sheath.

Fighting Style: Hisaki's fighting style is deceptively passive, moves slowly, then suddenly lashes out explosively at the right moments in a counter-attack. The way Hisaki personally fights is using deception, and baiting his opponents into making the wrong move. He employs an Iaido style of swordsmanship, as well as hand to hand to compliment it. He'll often try to provoke his opponent though, which matches with his style. His rudimentary skill and precision is best shown in his ability to strike knives towards targets accurately as ranged weapons.

Techniques:

Shinsuiryuu Original Techniques
Ryuubi (Dragon Tail) - Backhanded strike with the sheathed weapon, before bringing himself into a draw stance. A standard pro-active move where the user strikes first.
Ryuusou (Dragon Claw) - A sideswipe attack using the blade handle as the contact point that simultaneously brings the blade into a draw stance. Used to parry. When he enters a draw stance with any of these two moves he can simply do normal slash and draw moves, or the special techniques below.
Totsukawa (Crashing River) - A simple dashing draw slash that if blocked can be appended into a Battou attack, converting it from an Iai move.
Niseiryu (Twin Crossing Dragons) - Two slashes in rapid succession before sheathing.
Senkou Shinryuuken (Flashing True Dragon Sword) - From any draw, a wide range slash that slashes everything around him. It's not a simple horizontal cut, but a single slash that changes direction, intensity, and angle to strike multiple targets in key spots in a single swing. This is a draw technique and ends with a sheathing of the sword, and is the first advanced technique learned in this style.

Hisaki's Original Techniques
Jakatsu (Snake Slide) - Enters stance while dashing to the side. What makes this unique is that the footwork is so quiet and subtle that most of the time the attacker doesn't know where he is based on sound and direction he moved out of their sight alone. This move will end with him entering a draw stance, where he can use the following, or any of his Shinsuiryuu techniques.
Jadoku (Snake Venom) - A slash that's aimed at vitals or muscles, it requires the least amount of effort, and is often the best way to disable opponents, or defeat them without causing greivous harm. At the same time it can cause the most harm by striking more painful places instead.
Zanrouga (Slashing Prison Fang) - While in draw stance right before being struck he'll execute Jakatsu backwards, then forwards past them in quick succession while slashing them once.

Special Characteristics:
Multiple Flames (Mist, not yet awakened).
Personal Data
Background: Hisaki was born to a poor and neglective family, father and mother eventually were imprisoned, and he was sent off to his uncle in Namimori. He was a problem child, but his uncle's dojo allowed him to better focus his emotions. He was an excellent student in the Shinsuiryuu Itto-ryu, or "True Water Dragon" style, a single blade style, but maybe a little zealous or rebellious, as he very quickly started developing his own techniques and style based around trickery, something his uncle isn't happy about. The fact it was before he was even recognized a master of the style too added to this.

Him being a problem child didn't really stop though, it just was far less. He gained a reputation for being fairly provocative, and this didn't sit well with the other juveniles and the gangs they formed, so he beat them up when they came looking for him. Because of the way he moved he was likened to the fast and sudden strike of a snake. This brought him to the attention of the Vongola in the area as well, partly due to his lineage, he was then recruited and it leads to now the present day. He knows little of the Vongola, but he sees joining them here as a chance to make use of his skills, something he's painfully aware that won't land him any jobs were he to choose to live a normal life.

His uncle was actually once part of the Vongola, but fell ill, leaving him with some permanent damage to his body's functions, preventing him from ever using his dying will flames, or exerting himself physically. Hisaki's mother and father were actually traitors, and are currently imprisoned by the Vindice. His uncle is uneasy about his current involvement with the Vongola, as he wanted to lead his nephew on a more righteous path without involving himself with the world of Mafia. He is unaware of this so far.

Personality: Hisaki is a rather callous person, he would taunt his enemies snidely and sometimes if provoked, rather angrily and without relent. He has a softer spot for small animals, his favourite being lizards, and despite that attitude does have honor towards those who earn his respect, and not actually very easy to provoke, if anything most of the time it's his opponents who are provoked. Those were the result of his discipline under his style of swordsmanship. Had he not gone under training and discipline he would have become a much less cooperative person.

Relationships:
Reina Saotome [Friendly Rivalry]: She attacked him believing the gang members he was brutally beating up were being bullied by him, that was not the case and they clashed. They are slightly at odds due to Hisaki's seeming disregard for others, though Reina was one of the few who earned his respect. It won't stop him from taunting her if they fight though.
Yoshiaki Sugihara [Acquaintance]: The two have occasionally met on the account of him being Reina's friend, and that the both of them frequent the arcade.

Nationality: Japanese, small quarter Italian.
Birthdate: 16th of July
Blood Type: No clue.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 52kg
Likes: Fried seafood and egg dishes.
Dislikes: Arrogance.
Hobbies: Fighting games at arcade.
Talents: He's talented with a knife, he hasn't learned to, but he can learn to make high class sashimi if he put time into it.
Family: His uncle, Touya Kawaguchi, and his parents, Sako and Jiro Kawaguchi.
Character Theme: Gluttony Fang TYL: Gluttony Fang II
Other:

[User]
Sachiko Kanno

"Understood thank you honored instructors" Sachiko said with a slight bow of her head before she left to follow the rest. Her thoughts though was racing a mile a minute. Not only was her sister admitted to a hospital but there was also people watching to make she was ok this was beyond what she hoped for. For once perhaps she was going to be able to move on with her sister being cared for she was able to focus on her tasks at hand. Without really noticing a smile graced her lips things was finally looking up but one thought plagued her mind she wanted freedom from her past. Something she thought she torn at the seams separating herself from her present and past though here she was taking a plunge promising to use her past skills to get help for her sister.

No she thought to herself her choice was was a good one if she had to kill again than she would do so if it meant the safety of her sister. With that thought in mind she walked forward the group of her "peers" was meeting at the shopping district to buy the needed equipment but something told her that she might be walking into a metaphorical mine field that might end up with her being in closer contact with the odd one known as Ayumu. No matter how much thought and time she put into thinking about it she could never figure out what he gained from contact with her. "Though what would happen if he knew all along about the whole situation and used that as a way to get closer to a future peer?" She muttered to herself as finally found the group. Continuing with her thoughts though "If that is the case than his earlier attempts would make perfect sense. Either way I will need to keep my guard up more often around him just in case." She muttered to her self once more. "I hope I am not to late I had some final clarifications I needed to clear up." Sachiko said outloud as jogged lightly to the group.

[Assistant]
As the odd squad continued on their quest for 'treasure' he decided to strike up a little convo. Hisaki nice choice. "Yo Hisaki right? Well tell me something about yourself, I'm kind of in the dark and if we're gonna be a team you're gonna need your strongest member to be your friend." As he said this he was doing keepy upies with the bats band ball, he was obviously sarcastic, but maybe he shouldn't have been some people don't take sarcasm well if he was lucky Hisaki would be fine.......

Wouldn't he.....

Maybe it was the fact that he only REALLY knew Rei and everyone else was new but, things were different. Usually it'd be Sanji being shouted over by his friends, but here with them it would be different just another guy people not, seeking his attention trying to make him laugh even if it wasn't funny. Sanji liked it

Is? Is that werid?

[User]
More or Less Yoshi was okay with the turnout. Even if Rei was the only one he really trusted. It showed too when he watched the small group form and stayed away. "More like I'm glad to have you with me. Would have sucked if I was in the mafia and my best bud was nowhere to be found." He laughed a bit before glancing towards the group. Crap, he needed a shopping bag... But... Ayumu... He wanted to stay away from him... And his questions. Why does he ask so many? What does he get out of it? He always wondered. Especially when Ayumu tried to sneak in little tidbits that he assumed the upperclassman just wanted to hold over the apparent mafia boss. Out of everyone else, he could have done without that pretty bastard.

"Still, I'm pretty interested. Camping huh? There's gotta be more to it than that." It was something of video game mentality. Somehow he felt there had to be more to it than simple bonding. "Gonna need to buy a sleeping bag. Old one's messed up to hell." He smirked and glanced at Rei. "Wanna race? Not sure how everyone else plans to do this, but the quicker we get through this shopping thing the better." Was what he said, though there was more to it than that. It was sort of a way to excuse separating himself from the group. A little competition. Out of everyone surely only Hisai would join right? Even then that wasn't a guarantee. He seemed more interested in games than anything else. But who knew how far that rivalry would spread.

Yoshiaki shook his head when he realized the somewhat competitive glare he was giving one upperclassman after enough. "Welp! I'm not waiting for you Rei! I'm gonna beat you there for sure!" He said before running off. "Usual bet! Loser's treating the winner to food and games!" He added loudly to his friend. Best to get things out of the way quickly. They had one night left. Tomorrow at 8AM The group was diving into the mafia world. Sure camping seemed like a silly start, but he was ready for this little challenge.

---

"You should relax Shiso. It will come to you. As of now, you are doing quite well in your work. You can only stand to get in your own way with such worries." Fon said simply as he watch things play out further, even offering a chuckle at the boss's actions. "He certainly is different. I'm curious as to how this'll pay out." He then spoke before turning to Shiso once more. "Shall we be off? There are still some preparations needed for this little trip." He spoke simply before leaping from the roof, heading off, assuming Shiso would folow.

[Assistant]
Hisaki was about ready to just get going to the shops, though during that time he was approached by one of the others gathered here, what was his name again... Sanki? Sonto... Oh right, Sanji, it took him a moment. He mentally noted "One Piece" as he looked to the boy as he addressed him. More about himself? Maybe this question would have gone down better, but to Hisaki it was meaningless and idle, but he was never one to simply shut it down aggressively unless he was in that kind of atmosphere, instead...

"I'm a one thousand year old ghost who has returned from imprisonment in hell and I roam this earth in search of my captor's descendants... And you might be one of them", he announced to Sanji convincingly. How he would respond, he would enjoy it, but shortly before more dialogue could be made to possibly clear that up, Yoshiaki decided on a race.

"A race? What are you an elementary student?", though as soon as he mentioned whoever was last was going to treat everyone to food... He looked at the amount of people here... Then quickly counted up the little bits of money in his wallet... And then he was out of there and after Yoshiaki in an instant. There's no way he was going to pay up though, even if he lost.


[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:

Basic Appearance: As the picture suggests, she is one of the few in the Lunar Coven to fully devote herself to the more animalistic side of their magic, having developed a purplish fur and skin across her body, a tail, and oversized wolf ears. However, unlike most within her specialized group, she has studied the other magics in conjunction, producing an artifact that may cast the illusion of her former appearance.

This appearance is that of an averaged-sized, if beautiful, woman in her late 20's. Though her clothes may change to suit the occasion, she is most commonly in street clothes; tee-shirts and jeans. However, she does consistently wear a small gold necklace with a wolf charm, in both forms, into which the illusion magic is imbedded. Her eyes are silver, and her hair does come out purple now, though it used to be brown. The most common excuse she uses is that she dyes it.
Zoey uses a her clawed feet and and pouch of throwing stars as her primary weapons.

Abilities
Passive:
 Wulvmorph: She is able to smell and hear better than normal humans, and has the ability to see clearly at night. She is also more agile and resistant to injury
 Lunar communication: She is able to understand and communicate simple messages with and through creatures of the night. These include things such as bats, wolves, and similarly disposed creatures.
 Alchemical experience: She has a proficient knowledge in night time flora and their uses, typically applied to wounds and antitoxins.
 Illusory-form: She can pass off easily as a normal human with good senses because of her pendant, which is easily charged.
Active:
 Shapeshift: She is able to shapeshift at will into a wolf, which dramatically increases her ground speed and agility. She is still able to cast magic out of this wolf form, meaning that if she were ever trapped as a wolf she would still be able to communicate and uphold her duties.
 Illusion magic: She is able to cast a quick spell for minimal affect: Speech out of wolf form, a brief vision, a flash of light, etc. with no preparation. Otherwise, depending on the complexity of the spell, and the distance of the illusory site from her casting zone, there can be a substantial set-up time for the spell.
 Teleport: She is able to teleport up to a distance of about 20 yards without preparation. Other distance may require anywhere from a 40 minutes to an entire week to prepare for.
Noctalance: A lance of silver life that causes a freezing puncture wound, called from above. It is most effective at night with a full moon, but can be used to affect even in the day. (Though at such times they are little more than needles the size of a toothpick.)
Shadow dance: A highly complex maneuver of shadow magic, it uses two steps. Manipulation of shadows and darkness, and a unique, highly specialized teleport that requires those shadows. The effect is a blindingly fast teleport that can be used to apply rapid strikes to a target, typically one per teleport. It looks like passing through liquid shadows to pop out of another liquid shadow.
Moon's Bounty: A small-scale healing and stabilization magic, it involves drawing a crescent rune on the target and charging it with magic, which will ensure the target won't die of something physical and slowly heal them over time, for as long as the rune persists. The mark is low-energy, but also generally doesn't heal much more than a scraped knee in it's duration unless it is charged beyond. The direct-spell version of this would feel like getting dunked in ice water, and coming out with fresh, but the feeling is described as, "Undesirable, to be used only if the person would otherwise die. Because they would otherwise wish that they had."

Backstory
Zoey is from a town called Billings, a relatively large town in Montana. Her story of joining the Lunar Coven is actually one of the less eventful ones: she was approached one night while she was in college and accepted. A talent, she quickly acquired her skills within the Coven and acquired the title of Acolyte. As an acolyte, she established herself as one of the best, able to easily practice in the large, open ground of her home state, and train in the rougher, mountainous regions also found in the unremarkable stretch. Eventually, she reached a status of elitism. Having chosen to pursue transformation magic, this culminated in a visit from "the Aspect of the Wolf," a spirit entity of the highest rank within their order, though also not human. She received it's blessing, becoming infused with it's power to become the creature she is today. She still faithfully serves the Coven, believing in their work to make the night a little less bumpy for the more ignorant humans of her region.

Personality
Cheerful, though both independent and private, she is used to going long times with only brief social contact. While she isn't overly rude, she does speak her mind and may occasionally misspeak, missing a social clue or such. That said, she is concerned with helping people, and will act in the way she believes will help humans. She believes herself to be a good person, and still human. While she is used to such comments now, it still will sting her pride if she is referred to anything else.

She does not get angry often, but if she is made to become angry, she tends to act quickly and explosively. Such outbursts do not usually involve violence, but it is still not recommended.

The Lunar Coven:
docs.google.com/document/d/1KxiyMJLvF1..

[User]
Raiya felt a bit disturbed by the overt emphasis Nemo placed on, "protecting" her. After a bit of mental deliberation she decided to just ignore Nemo's insanity. Raiya released her sword letting it evaporate into her manainventory.

I mean, if he isn't just being crazy for the sake of it, he is probably just trying to manipulate me. Either way, I won't let anything get in between me and my goal so it's best to just disregard it and focus on my goal of finding my parent's murderer Raiya's mind briefly wandered.

Raiya leapt on top of a shipping crate and sat down on it letting her legs hang off it.

"Well," Raiya said to Nemo with a soft undertone of forced enthusiasm, "That's a useful trick."

[Assistant]
Despite the bright light, Boslan closed his eyes and used his advanced manalysis to locate Zoey, just in time to roll out of the way of her elbow drop. Boslan then levitated himself back to feet and dispersed the bright distraction stuck to him. Boslan had been getting a bit irritated by now, causing him to lash out by sweeping his arm across from right to left, generating a twelve foot tall wall off magic energy that rapidly swept across to hit Zoey. "A persistent one aren't you?" He spat out.

---

Nemo didn't face Raiya once she got on top of the container. He instead looked off to the distance in thought. Judging by what I saw happen to Mr. Hunley earlier, that intimate display with her sword earlier wasn't just for show. She must have venom in her saliva. That's an interesting thought.

"Indeed it is. That technique doesn't seem like all that much, but it's been one of my most effective over the years." Nemo replied. He suddenly got an idea, licking two fingers and running them through a lock of his hair, causing it to temporarily stand up. "Hey Raiya," Nemo turned around with one hand still on his throat, "Who am I now?" He asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raiya's own female voice sounded awkward coming out of Nemo. "Do you think that Zoey and Zuri will be fine on their own, or should we swoop in and steal all the fun?"

[User] Zuri didn't know how to stop that huge wave of energy that was heading straight towards Zoey. It was just too fast for her to try to cancel it out, so instead of doing something that most likely wouldn't work out, she aims her staff straight at Boslan and charges up her spell before blasting it straight towards him, the shape of a spear and the speed of an arrow shot from a compound bow. The spell is intended to penetrate any magical shield, so the only way to stop it is to dodge it or cancelling it out with the same amount of force, which shouldn't be easy with the rate at which the spell was traveling at, however Boslan noticing that Zuri was charging up the spell earlier could be a possibility unless he was distracted or too occupied by something else.

[Assistant] Zoey simply fell through a shadow and back up through his, "Persistent? You have to land hits before you can claim I'm tenacious," she bluffed. She wrapped an arm around his neck and started to squeeze. "Now, this little puppy just failed his mission. He should fall asleep like a good little pup and forget he ever saw us," she mumbles through gritted teeth, having noticed the other one had dropped.

[User]
Raiya was a bit annoyed at the voice bit, but what really irritated her and pushed her a bit over the edge was the mock ahoge Nemo managed to erect. Normally she would have suppressed her emotions to not let it bubble out into a physical display of expression. But Nemo's joke got Raiya's goat so efficiently that she could not help but be flustered. Her face grew a bit red as she clenched her teeth and balled her fists a bit.

She turned her head upright violently and scoffed, "That's not very funny." She puffed out angrily. After regaining her composition, her lividity and expression returning to normal, she replied, "I don't know. Both of those girls are oddities. If things turn too ugly we could always step in, though."

[Assistant]
Boslan emitted another shockwave from his body to get Zoey off him. "This isn't gonna stop till one of us is dead." He remarked, suddenly being tipped off to Zuri's attack thanks to his manalysis. Boslan spun around and generated shield, figuring he had taken care of it. But instead the spear punctured straight through his shield and impaled him right in the abdomen. He let out a howl of pain, clutching the spear until it dissipated into energy, leaving a large wound in his stomach. Boslan bled from the wound profusely, blood dribbled from his mouth as well.

In response he shot out a large explosive blast towards Zuri with one hand, the other trying to halt the bleeding.

---

Nemo used his hand as a visor and squinted, looking towards the action. "Looks like they've got it covered." Nemo commented after seeing Boslan get hit. He fixed his hair and turned back to her. "It might not have been a show stopper, but seeing you blush was worth it." Nemo admitted. "Your talent mark is lovely too. I presume that's what began your interest in snakes?"

[User]
Raiya raised her right hand to cover her right eye in contemplation. It was a talent mark, but unlike others who were talent marked, he aura was blank like a normal talent before she decided to specialize. This led her and others to ponder whether or not it really was a talent mark and not just a normal birth defect. However, the slit pupil was not something that could be a natural biological flaw, it had to be a talent mark.

"It's funny, I hadn't ever really thought it was snake-like until recently..." She explained with her right hand still on her eye as she looked down from her perch. "No, I didn't get to choose my iruzumi beast. There are only so many of them, so they are assigned and recycled throughout the generations in the yakuza. They are only reassigned after the previous wearer dies." Raiya explained, "Although, the style and depiction of the tattoo is up to the wearer. The iruzumi beast imbued into the tattoo is not a choice. It is assigned as a status symbol to the lieutenants and administration in the yakuza."  Raiya continued, "It just so happens that I ended up with the hebi iruzumi." Raiya lowered her right arm, and pulled up her coat sleeve to reveal a flame-like orange snake coiling around her arm.

Raiya didn't fully understand how the spell worked herself. But she knew the iruzumi artist who gave her the tattoo somehow created a complex runic formula with his tattoos, and that the ink he was was special as well. It was natural for her to not understand it, though. The only person who did fully understand it was the artist himself. The method was documented, however the scrolls that contained the knowledge required to create the tattoos were hidden and closely guarded.

[Assistant] Zoey sighed, having hoped to have gotten through this without killing the guy. If that's what he wanted,, though, that was what he wanted. She pulled out her pistol and fired at the back of his head from her prone position, having been thrown a couple of meters away from the guy, as he shot his concussive blast at Zuri. It was a shame she'd have to kill a human. She much preferred monsters.

[User]
"Ah yes, your tattoos. You know I'm a fan of art, so body-art like that is right up my alley." Nemo replied, slowly spinning around with his arms outstretched as if he was trying to become a helicopter. "Such vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges on that one. The yellow really matches your eye as well." Nemo stopped spinning, slightly dizzy. "People often considered my appearance to be the result of a talent mark. But I surely wasn't born a talent. I suppose it's more like an un-talent mark."

---

The sudden usage of the pistol caught Boslan off guard, which unfortunately was his final downfall. All that could be heard after the quiet sound of the silenced pistol was the sound of the bullet impacting Boslan's skull, and then his body limply falling over dead. His spell he used against Zuri would be his last.

With Boslan dead there was nothing keeping the realm spell going. A sudden rush changed the scenery back to the real world, though that didn't bring much of a change. Besides the damage done by the spells clearing up, one could only notice minute details change. Like the sounds of seagulls calling to each other from up high, and the tides coming in.

---

"Well that's that." Nemo said, looking around to make sure the workers haven't returned. Thankfully it was all clear. Without Boslan or Logan there to sort them out it didn't surprise them it was taking extra time. He looked over to Travis. "I'm hoping you're almost done over there or else were gonna be in for more trouble." He called out to him, looking back. "Also I'm hoping somebody has something to sort out there bodies unless we want to cause a stir." Nemo added.

[Assistant] Zoey sighs and puts the gun away. She looks at her feet for a while, as if sending a prayer, then turned and looked around. "Right, which container's our mark. Would rather get this over with quickly. Also, what do we do with the body?" She had a feeling that if Felix were here, things may have gone differently. She put her illusion back up and leaned against one of the containers, looking tired.


[System]
Age: 19
Power: Energy ManipulationAzerus can manipulate natural energies, of himself, nature or his foe. At low levels it burns like white flames, traveling through and empowering parts of his body. Higher vibrations cause erratic energy that arcs and can be thrown around like lightning. Stilling or absorbing high levels of energy cause a freezing effect.

Basically he can power up his physical attacks with fire lightning and ice.
That's using his own energy and the energy around him.

Lightning can arc and be thrown. It also speeds him up.
White flames can ignite things, burn those that's touch him and gives him a boost to str.
Cold is slower acting and moving, he can bolster his defence or freeze things he touches.

Lastly Azerus can draw energy from a foe (usually unexpecting) it leaves them feeling lethargic and tired. Weak even. It takes a while to suck out someone's energy and Aspeth favours to do it prior to battle secretively or by drawing out the fight knowing the longer it goes the weaker they will slowly get.
Appearance:

Color and location of symbol: White with black outline, left ribs on his side
Quotes:"Life is black and white, there is the powerful with right to rule and the weak bound to follow"

"Those that fear the dark haven't seen what the light can do."
Bio:Azerus was born into a dark guild. Both his parents esteemed members.
Before his birth Azerus was held to high expectation, which he had lived up too. Having been a prodigy at the age of seven they began weaponising him earlier then any other.
He had both a lavish and strict upbringing. Expenses were never of any concern yet he hadn't the luxury to indulge in his own thoughts or concerns. He was told exactly what to do, when and how to do it. His young body forced to endure long hours of training and punishment and despite exceeding most others, his efforts were always met with cold disappointment. He was but a child when he started working. A cold upbringing creating a cold wizard.
Personality:Malicious and spiteful Azerus is extremely arrogant believing himself fit to rule. He is ambitious and power hungry only to be out done by his father. His arrogance and cocky nature often get him into trouble but his sharp wit and ruthless ferocity see him out of it.
Reason for joining:
The dark guild was eventually shut down and Azerus parents imprisoned for their misdeeds leaving the child all alone. Azerus who still wanted to grow stronger and prove himself sought out the toughest guild by name. Fairytail.

[User] Bishop tried to read the girls lips but she spoke too fast, he began trying to sign to her but she turned around and faced her drink. Bishop reached his arm out and tapped her on the shoulder then pointed to his ear and shook his head.

[Assistant] Jade turned and looked at him with a slight roll of her eyes before noticing him pointing to his ears, she instantly felt bad and frowned. "Sorry... I didn't mean to be so rude... well I kind of did but I guess rude is normal for me now." She apologized speaking slowly.

[User] Bishop shrugged, his mouth slowly opened "uhh...don't fell baad" he murmured he know his words were almost unintelligible but he hoped the girl would understand. He begun to sign to her in hope she could understand. "Being rude is just a defense."

[Assistant] As he began to sign a memory of her father teaching her to sign popped into her head, then one of her and her grandmother signing to each other since her grandmother had lost hearing in both ears and sight in one eye. She then refocused on the guy in front of her before signing back to him, her signing obviously a bit rough as she hadn't used it in a while. "I guess you could say it is, or maybe it is a lifestyle for me by now."

[User] "Hmmm what are you running from, also what's your name?" Bishop was happy to find someone who could sign even if it was a bit rusty he begun to look at the girl he couldn't say he saw her much he was mostly away from the guild on missions. He enjoyed keeping himself busy. Often on his adventures he'd buy a book from each new region.

[Assistant]
@pkken @Gareth

Mia bit her lips when Lance chastised her. "I'm sorry I promise I'll be prepared for the worst." She replies with her head bowed.

She looks at Lance speak of Azerus, another person who she hasn't spoken to in the guild. "Why is he troublesome?" She asks with curiosity.

[User] Jade frowned, her face hardening. "None of your business." She signed slightly harshly as memories flowed into her brain, why had she even said what she did to him. She can't get soft and risk losing yet another person she cared about so she couldn't open up and risk caring for someone.

[Assistant] "Typical response from him" Lance said sighing, he then turns to Mia. "He can be troublesome because he does what he wants" Lance then chuckled, "but so does many other mages in fairy tail, we're a fiesty bunch." He then pats Mias head, "no need to apologize, it's smart that you came prepared" Lance said with an ear to ear grin.

[User] Bishops facial expression stayed the same as she told him to mind his own business, "Sore subject I guess." He signed at a slow pace making sure to make eye contact with the girl before grabbing his drink and taking a sip.

[Assistant] "Where'd you get that brilliant idea from?" Jade signed to him trying to make her sarcasm obvious as she did. She finished off another drink quickly ordering yet another one to try and drown out her thoughts.

[User]
"Well I'm heading out for a mission after this drink. It was a pleasure."  He signed to her as he finished of his drink and grabbed his katana. He stood up and patted her on the head before approaching the notice board.
He looked through the missions and chose a more advanced one folding up the notice and sliding it into his pocket.

[Assistant]
@pkken @Gareth
 Charles would shake his head some and start down the road "come on" he says to them "time is of the essence, never know where the item in question will disappear off to if we don't hurry" he states to them with a chuckle, as his chain would shake some on his arm. he glances back at the others before looking forward. It would be a two day travel to reach the port city and begin the investigation.

[User]
@MiaRineLiAce@Gareth
Lance Beckoned for the others to come as he began catching up to Charles. It was about time for the mission to begin, he needed the money to pay for rent and food. "Hey Charles, what are you researching they would require you to study the demon flute" lance asked. He was curious to why he would take the quest not for the money but for personal benefit.

[Assistant]
@Rusalka@Queentze

Griffin barely missed the ghosts attack. He frowned as he studied the ghosts. Could his shadows hurt them? There was only one way to find out. He stepped into the shadows. He didn't know if that would make him easier or harder to hit but he knew that being in the shadows would make his magic stronger. He created an ax out of the shadows and ran at the nearest ghost. It was either the smartest or stupidest thing he could do. Which was pretty much the story of his life.

[User]
@Queentze@Rusalka
Max suddenly regained consciousness and saw a ghost right infront of him and said:You basterd youre going to pay for what you did to her"As he slashed the ghosts head of with his axe. Then he realized something.It was time to get revenge on what happened...

[Assistant] Jade watched him go a part of her wanting to join him on a mission while the other part of her was thinking joining him on a mission is crazy. Eventually she stood up and ran after him tapping his shoulder. "Do you maybe want to do a mission together. You can have all the reward but maybe we could just try this out." She signed wanting to do at least one mission with someone else in the guild before going back to ignoring everyone.

[User] Bishop turned toward the girl,  "Why would you want to come with me, also you think can handle it."  He signed as he pulled out the notice that read "Find last Iather". Bishop pondered the idea for a moment thinking to himself on wether he wanted to bring the girl or not. He begun looking her up and down trying to figure out what kind of magic she used.

[Assistant]
The mysterious figure arrived at the battle scene. A party of four Fairy Tail guild members are currently fighting ghosts. Specifically, the famed Thirteen Ghost of Hell that said to drags the soul of their victims to the very depths of hell.
The person silently watch the group and stares at them thoughtfully.
"Shall I help them?...Well they do have a competent necromancer on their midst. One that has a natural gift when it comes to spirits..."

Poison green flash as the person saw one of the ghost tries to sneak up on the young man that was preoccupied by the ghost that he's fighting. The Dark Mage raised his hand and suddenly a black magic circle appeared above the ghost vanishing it into the spirit realm.

Hmm...my body just move on its own... Why did I did that?
The Dark Mage broodingly thought to himself, seemingly becoming lost to his thinking.

[User] Charles would look at lance "..you should know of my magic already by this point" he says "Simply the more I know about certain beings, creatures, etc.. the better I can do and control" he states. "simple as that.. reason why I normally take the research mission than others" he shakes his head "but this was to good of an opportunity to pass up."

[Assistant] "I don't know why, I just do and of course I can handle it. I've been taking solo missions for a while now so I think I can handle one with another mage." Jade signed to him before folding her arms across her chest waiting for him to make up his mind.

[User] "Well let's get going then, also what kind of magic you use?" He stayed at pace with her so that they may both sign to each other while they were traveling.

[Assistant] As they walked Jade stomped her foot into the ground and a fist-sized rock flew up floating by her hand. "Earth Magic, what magic do you use?"

[User] Bishop looked at the girl and gestured for at his katana,  "This is what I like to use."  he signed and then smiled. He disliked using his magic, he saw it as a stigma that it was the only magic he could use.

[Assistant] Jade looked to his katanas and frowned. "So you are a mage but you don't even bother using your magic... why?" She asked staring at him curiously while making the rock float around breaking apart and forming shapes.

[User] Bishop opened his mouth and narrowed his eyes,  "Maybe I'll tell you some day..."  His words were stern but broken when he spoke you could easily tell he was deaf that it had a disability of some sort. He begun signing to her agin  "Hey do me a favor though don't go getting yourself killed at least not while you're with me."  he continued walking not looking to see if she was still following him.

[Assistant] Moeasha felt she had rested enough after he adventure with Azerus, and went to the mission board in search of something to gain her some money. It was important she got enough to buy a special book she saw in a pawn shop. She perused the board, noticing several interesting missions. "Free hypnotized women....." Moeasha said under her breath. She took that mission notice down, reading the details and deciding this was the one she would take. Placing the paper in her cloak pocket, she wandered towards the front entrance of the guild hall, ready to leave for however long this mission took.

[User] Jade continued following him. "I should be the one asking you that." She muttered to herself knowing he wouldn't hear her as she walked slightly behind him towards wherever they were going.

[Assistant] Lance nodded in satisfaction with Charles answer. Lance them put on his cloak that he wears when traveling. "Gonna be a while till we reach our destination" Lance said to himself. Despite the money, when Lance attends missions he always hopes to find clues on the wizard that destroyed his tribe.

[User] Bishop noticed they were getting closer to the train station they would have to leave the city and tracks for a few hours to get to the small town the mission listed. Bishop approached the woman inside the booth,  "ehh t...wo pl...ease."  his words slow and broken. He quickly paid for the tickets and gave one to jade.

[Assistant]
@dragonslayer1@Fulmine Cross
Griffin created throwing knives out of the shadows. They wouldn't be as strong as regular knives but he didn't think that they needed to be. He throw one at the nearest ghost. It didn't go through the ghost the way he feared that it might. But it didn't kill the ghost either. He took that as a good sign. He could injury the ghost then. It would take time but it was possible. That seemed like a good place to start. He created several more knives out of the shadows and aimed them at the ghost that he had already hit once.

[User]
@pkken

"Okay" Mia enthusiastically called, running to catch up with Lance and Charles. As they walked through the streets, she listened to Lance and Charles talk for awhile, not quite understanding the conversation as she didn't know what Charles's magic was. "What kind of magic do the both of you use?" She asks inquisitively. "Wait let me guess, umm," she paused, thinking of the various kinds of magic she read of at the library, "Creation magic?" She guessed.

[Assistant]
Growing impatient and bored Azerus starts playing with his magic.
First the soft glow of light appears in his hands, then a white flame, it slowly simmers and becomes brighter. It arcs with blue flashes as it becomes more erratic, changing into lightning. A wicked smile flashes across his face.
Azerus lets this electricity run up his arms to his shoulders, he eagerly looks around the guild for somewhere or someone to direct his energy towards.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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[User]
"You too," Cas nodded and then rolled his eyes when Iris ruffled his hair, successfully undoing the effort he'd made to tidy himself up after their make-out session. "See you tomorrow," he said back to her, following her with his eyes as she exited the bar. As soon as she passed out of his sight, he shuddered and got up with a deep exhale. Yup, I definitely need a cold shower now, he thought, smiling to himself as he gathered his suit jacket and tie from the other seat.

It was getting harder for him to take things slow with the amnesiac as they grew closer. Since Iris still didn't know exactly who she was, he didn't want to move too quickly with her. Their first priority was still to help her regain the memories she had lost. Until that box was checked, he had planned to keep whatever feelings he was developing for her on the backburner. They'd confessed and kissed, but he didn't want to inadvertently make her situation worse in the future by going much further than that. There was still the possibility that when she remembered who she was, something would come up that would prevent them from being together. For her sake, he couldn't give in to his desire to pretend like nothing would change after she recovered from her amnesia.

Tossing his jacket over his shoulder, the prince took a step toward the door and then paused when he saw Martin glance at him and hurriedly turn away. The furtive look made him shift his weight uncomfortably. In hindsight, he realized the bartender must have seen him kiss Iris. Martin had always been friendlier with him than with his father, but that didn't mean he wouldn't tell the king about what he'd witnessed. Hoping to deter the other man from ratting him out, he offered him a smile, "Ready to call it a night, Martin?"

The bartender nodded but didn't look up from the counter he was wiping down.

The smile faded from Cas's lips, and he sighed, accepting that he was going to have to bite the bullet and approach the subject directly. "Look, I'm going to tell my dad about this soon," he assured him, crossing his arms as he leaned in the doorway. "Just not until Iris moves out. You know how he gets… I don't want him to kick her to the curb, so please don't say anything."

"Do you think His Majesty will approve even then?" Martin asked tentatively, finally meeting the prince's gaze. It was common knowledge that Atlas wanted his son to have a political marriage. The opinions of the other high borns varied wildly on the subject. Some believed it was best for the royal line to continue the tradition of using their weddings to strengthen the kingdom, while others, like Cas, thought the approach was outdated. He and Martin had never openly discussed their views, but he suspected the servant was somewhere on the former end of that spectrum.

"We'll find out when I tell him," he shrugged, nimbly dodging the question. They both knew Atlas would never approve, but he didn't want to say it out loud. "I'd prefer it if he finds out from me rather than anyone else though." Glancing out the doorway, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He stepped back over to the bar and withdrew a one hundred credit banknote, which he slid across the counter. "So, nothing happened. Right, Martin?" he simpered at the bartender.

Martin's eyes flicked down to the banknote, and then back up to the prince's face. "I didn't see anything out of the ordinary," he smiled, slipping the money into his own pocket.

Cas relaxed. Bribery wasn't usually his go-to strategy, but in the capital, money talked. He'd learned how to use it to his advantage on occasion—not to do anything illegal, of course, but to get around a few of the expectations his father had placed on him that he found suffocating. Being forbidden from dating was one of them. "Great," he stepped back again to head for the door. "Goodnight, Martin."

"Goodnight, Your Highness."

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The next day wasn't as calm as Caspian had hoped it would be. His father had scheduled another lesson for him with his economics tutor, so he spent the entire morning playing catch up to make up for the private class he'd missed the day before. After that, he had a break for lunch—he ended up napping as soon as he cleared his plate—followed by a meeting with the king's council. By the afternoon, Atlas was well enough to attend the meeting, but since the prince had been heading everything in regard to the rebels, they had needed him to show up too. The next two hours were spent with him repeating most of the information in his speech to the council members, who seemed to have been convinced that there was more going on than he had told the rest of the capital during the address last night.

Once he managed to persuade them that there was no secret conspiracy going on with the Scourge, he spent the rest of the day in his room working on a plan to get past security so he could keep his word to Iris. He would have done so with her if not for his fear of dragging her down with him if he was caught. If any of the guards or his father discovered that he was trying to sneak out, they'd go easier on him than they would on her. So, to keep her safe, he plotted alone, so the lie that she had nothing to do with it would be more convincing if he had to explain himself to anyone.

Fortunately, no one stopped by his room, so no one found out what he had been up to, and by the time night fell, he had a fairly solid plan to get them both out of the mansion without raising suspicion. Feeling confident, he threw on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue shirt and made his way downstairs to get dinner. He expected that the night was going to be a long one, so he needed to fuel up before he and Iris went back to the woods to look for her ID.

[Assistant]
It has hard sleeping; various different scenarios ran through her mind throughout the night and most of them ended up with her death. Only once she had woken in the night with a start, gasping for air as she clutched her chest. The soft pounding of her head as she felt the headache forming, she was completely in turmoil with herself. Part of her wanted to cancel it all, another part of her just wished she would disappear, and it would all end. After the bad dreams she had managed to settle once more, getting a few hours of sleep before the morning arrived.

Thankfully when she had woken Cas was not around, as much as she'd have loved to see him it was best not. She didn't want to lose herself once more as last night had gotten her quite hot under the collar and it was far to soon, well. It shouldn't happen regardless as she did have a boyfriend still. Although she wasn't entirely sure on that as her and Ethan hadn't exactly spoken about it, she was sure that when she was back home memories would return and help her along the way. However hurting Cas was still playing on her mind, she still didn't really want to hurt him.

The day was spent moping around her room, her mind flitting from the enjoyable night to what could happen if everything went wrong. She had taken some time to read in hopes it would distract her, however that was not the case. The book was more of something she could fiddle with as she thought back on the dreams, his father and how scary he had been. Caspain and how he had ordered the death of two innocent people. Even though it felt like time hadn't passed Iris had noted it was evening, but she didn't feel like dinner, there was an unease in her stomach. An unrest to her as she watched the time go by.

Maybe he will break his word, maybe we won't go, and I can worry about this all another day, right? That could be an option? Thinking to herself as she sat on the sofa in her room, it was so comfortable staying here and as much as she enjoyed it, she knew she should be here. I… Cringing to herself as she looked at the table wondering if maybe she should write some sort of confession. Should I write something addressed to the King? Or is that suicide?

Letting out a shaky sigh she threw the book to the floor shaking her head, fingers clasped at it feeling the headache return from last night. Iris had not gotten much rest; her mind had stayed active and kept her up playing out what could happen and now she was suffering for it. Cas won't break his word; he is a man of honour and he keeps to that. I'm the villain here, I'm the bad guy about to ruin his life and break his trust. Without realising she felt the tears leave her eyes and she couldn't help but curse under her breath as she looked at the book thrown to the floor, "The only thing I can vow to do is make sure he doesn't get hurt physically." Mumbling to herself as she hugged her knees bringing them up on the sofa still debating on if she should try to eat something. "What's the point? It will be a waste of food."