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[Aster]

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Jasmine Bermout​

When Jasmine came to the scene, there were two things that caught her eye:

1. An egg with a face was picking a fight with Uriah and Ajax. Behind him were two men half her size (which was impressive to say considering how Jasmine was a head taller and bigger than most girls), both clenching their fists in their hands and wearing their most intimidating expressions, no doubt unhappy over something Uriah or Ajax must've said.

2. Goddess, there was a lot of food at their table, probably enough to feed half of Genesis. She knew most males to have rather large appetites but this was insane. She made a mental note to lecture them on the starving children in Baile later.

With the gang leader---Giovanni, if Jasmine heard correctly---provoked, the redhead was dubious in taking the pacifist route. A fight was brewing and it would only take one wrong move for fists to be thrown and property to be damaged, but still she had to try. Jasmine sighed heavily through her nose. How troublesome.

"Sarvio, Earnest," Jasmine called out, voice commanding their attention as she stepped out from the kitchen. The heels of her boots rapped against tiled floors with each heavy stride, "Giovanni, forgive these two idiots. They mean no harm. Surely we can work this out without getting physical."

Her words were tuned to be convincing; the art of converse was hammered into her due to her noble status and honed throughout her years as a leader. Unfortunately, it didn't work on everyone. Especially balding sexist bastards like Giovanni.

"Who let this bitch speak? You keep quiet and good ay and maybe we won't mess up your pretty face, yea?" the man spat. The profanity made Jasmine raise both her brows and she glanced suggestively at the rapier which hung at her side, before slowly raising it back at Giovanni and his gang. Her mind analyzed the situation and the best plan for success.

Ajax most likely wasn't going to do anything, considering how he seemed busy filling himself with five different types of cheeses and pastas. Uriah was a wild card; there was no telling what he would do, especially given his anima abilities. Turning into a giant animal would not only ruin furniture but also leave fur or feathers or scales everywhere. Jasmine shot him a glare which warned him of just that.

'If you want to transform, do it outside,' she tried to convey through a look. Whether Uriah got the message or not was lost to her.

"Find me that damn Donny! And attack anyone who gets in the way," Giovanni commanded, taking his seat at one of the window seats on the opposite side of the diner. All seven men stirred and began moving (two remained guarding Giovanni), but so did the affiliate presidents.

Jasmine was the first to spur to action. She clapped her hands together and summoned another large magma mimic---an identical twin snake to the one guarding the staff inside. Its size rivaled that of a living anaconda and it slithered and hissed into life. It quickly coiled itself around two of the mafia member's legs, squeezing and burning the bottom of their pants.

"Yeowch! Hot, hot, hot!" one of them yelled, foolishly trying to punch away the snake's head when it curiously raised itself to properly eye its opponents.

Jasmine resisted the urge to snigger. There was a time and place for everything and now was the time to restrain. She drew her rapier and stood, guarding the kitchen's entry way. Her stance was on the defensive and she dodged and fought those who tried to plow her down.

Luckily, the group had divided themselves in half. Four of them went after Uriah and Ajax while the other two (one which had luckily slipped through her mimic's grasp; the other henchman was completely immobile and practically a sausage roll. Jasmine wasn't too sure whether her mimic was trying to squeeze him to death or trap him) went for Jasmine.

She deflected their blows with trained speed and strength, finding their fighting style to be extremely sloppy. At one point, she clicked her tongue in disappointment after seeing one of the henchmen completely expose his side to her.

"You know," she said as she side stepped to avoid a punch, "You were hired to help, Ajax. The food can wait, don't you think?" The casualness in her started conversation was almost offensive.

 

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Quest: Monster Raid



Status: In Progress



Location: Miasto; Crassus' Mansion



Team: Quinn & Kat( Aster )

Quest #3: Monster Raid

”Ignotum per ignotius.”

The words passed her lips, equal parts prayer and curse. A prayer to her, and a curse upon her enemies. She had returned to the fray, re-armed with her purple-tinted short-bow in hand. Kat and the guards had mounted an offensive against the largest Tenebrae in sight, which left Quinn to deal with the rabble that remained. A two-legged Tenebris squawked as Quinn shoved the tip of an arrow, like a dagger, through the front of its head and out the other side. Turning, and tearing the arrow free of its victim, Quinn nocked and drew, back straight, eyes sharp. Target acquired: a flying Tenebris that circled the battlefield like a vulture circling a freshly made kill. She inhaled sharply, exhaled slowly. Everything calm, everything controlled. In the midst of her exhale, she released, only to have the arrow whizz through open air. Kat’s little stunt with the extending metal had done the trick, and Quinn missed her mark because of it. Even when she does something right, it’s still wrong. Quinn mused in the midst of righting Kat’s wrong by felling the bat with another well placed arrow. This one did not miss.

Turning her attentions back to the other battle that raged, Quinn watched Kat recover from the blow the thrashing creature had dealt her, and more importantly, saw the fruits of her labor. The creature was wounded, so much so that its black blood had begun to pool on the floor. Something glinted silver in all that black: Kat’s weapon beneath the beast’s writhing abdomen. Dispelling her bow, as she saw no further use for it, Quinn cycled through her options. So far, Kat’s attack had been the only thing to wound the beast, an attack she’d launched via combination of her own Anima and the metal implement which she’d so foolishly lost on the ground, dangerously close to a violent, massive Tenebris no less. Typical Pandoran sloppiness. Naturally, as the responsible party, and as a representative of not only Requiem Academy, but The Syndicate as well, it was Quinn’s duty to clean up her peer’s messes. Quinn kept her eyes peeled on both the Tenebris and Kat’s weapon as she conjured a new weapon fit for her current need: a length of flexible wire, with a three pronged hook attached at one end.

Quinn got as close as she deemed necessary to the thrashing beast without actually running the risk of being accidentally trampled, all the while counting on the guardsmen to do their utmost to keep it distracted, and swung the grapple overhead. Once. Twice. The heavy hooked end gathered angular momentum with each spin. As it was making its third pass around Quinn’s head, she angled her arm off to the side and released, allowing the bladed hook to skip across the marble tiled floor, long since soaked with blood, black and red, until coming to a halt a foot or so passed Kat’s metal. Gingerly, she trailed it back toward her, pulling on the length of wire she still held onto. Once the hook snagged onto the jagged piece of metal, Quinn yanked it back, out from underneath the belly of the beast.

Now that she had the weapon in-hand, Quinn took the quickest, safest route for getting it back into the hands of its owner. Which is to say she threw it. Like a quarterback delivering a Hail Mary, Quinn beamed the lopsided piece of warped metal over the spine of the creature, where it landed, bouncing off the ground in much the same way that its owner had not a few minutes prior. With little more than a bit of eye contact, followed by a nod of recognition, Quinn took her leave of Kat, trusting her to take care that she doesn’t lose her weapon again so easily. She joined ranks with the guardsmen at the Tenebris’ flank, who’d formed a phalanx of shields and pikes, which had proved markedly successful in keeping the creature at bay. Meanwhile, Quinn watched for an opening. Finding none, she decided it best to lay down some suppressing fire. With all the smaller Tenebrae either dead or soon to be, the remainder of her focus could be lent to bringing down the large monstrosity which, for the time being involved her helping the guard distract the beast for long enough that Kat might land another devastating hit and this time hopefully hit a more vital spot.

She peppered the creature with arrows from behind the safety of the shield wall, aiming for its head and bulging eyes, with each arrow glinting off the Tenebris’ exoskeleton before returning to the dust from which it had been formed. Nevertheless, the mantis creature’s focus seemed to be singular in nature, luckily for them and their plan. Luckier still, for all its bashing and clawing, it had yet to rupture the cold rolled steel of the shields that the guard had brought to bear against it. And now they waited for Kat to make her move. For her sake, it better be a good one.

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[Skryx]

Bobbi Brown
STARAPPLE ORCHARDS
Interactions: Jas Aster , Zan Elenion Aura , Jens@Finalizer
Status: In progress
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Bobbi perked up immediately at the mention of pups, lips quirking up in a small smile as she plotted on how she could sneak one of them back to the academy. She allowed herself to sink into the daydream even as they greeted the farmer once again. It was a bit suspicious how he seemed to have this quest out every year. Was he just lazy? Though she could appreciate that sentiment. She didn't want to spend every summer of her life just picking apples. Either way she takes her own basket and follows along with her friends, fully prepared to enjoy the day ahead of them.

"Storing the apples in your stomach instead?" She couldn't help but tease, seeing Zander take a huge bite out of the perfectly red fruit, and shook her head at his antics. "Eating on the job is terrible work ethic, vice president," the playful admonishment was made hypocritical as she reached out and plucked an apple for herself, savouring the sweet taste. It was just as good as she remembered. Running off with four baskets full of ampples seemed like much better deal than the reward honestly. The mood was light as they started on their quest and systematically made their way through the rows of trees. The weather was perfect, bright and sunny with a perfectly timed breeze every time it seemed to be getting a little too hot. "I wonder where all the wolves are," she mused aloud to the other three. "Speaking off, isn't it strange that there are wolves in an orchard? They should really put up a fence or something."

Bobbi definitely wasn't skiving off their job. She was just...exploring. Picking apples could get pretty tiring and going through row by row was boring. At some point she had subtly detached from their group and wandered away deeper into the orchard. Not too far though. It was quiet here with just them and every once in a while their voices floated over to her through the trees. She wasn't really looking for anything, randomly plucking any apples she happened to pass that were in easy reach. Although...she adjusted the strap of her small backpack, remembering the simple hammock she had stashed in there. Maybe she could set it up there between those two particularly shady trees-

What was that? A flash of movement caught her eye. Holding still, she waited for a moment. Two moments. There was a soft rustling towards her left. Curious, she moved closer. With only a glance over her shoulder towards her friends, she followed the sounds. Catching glimpses of white every now and then only intrigued her. Was it wolves again? As a precaution she activated her anima, extending a small radius of calm around her. This part of the orchard seemed more unkempt, the apple trees less trimmed and the undergrowth more unchecked. She stepped out into a small clearing and froze. Three large brown wolves lay sprawled about on the grass, fast asleep. She was just about to step back when the bushes to her right shook and a small wolf cub tumbled out, white fur fluffed up and messy, twigs and leaves clinging to it. The two of them froze, staring at each other, before Bobbi slowly knelt down. Reaching out a hand, she tried to coax the cub closer, completely forgetting about the other three wild and dangerous animals mere meters away. Or rather, all of that just paled in comparison to this really cute cub that was currently licking her fingers.

Did wolves like apples?

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Katerina Vilken
Monster Raid || In Progress
Partner: Quinn Elenion Aura

As Kat walked towards the creature, she saw a very peculiar scene unfold in front of her. Quinn was... retrieving her weapon? It was the last thing she expected from the girl: help. In normal circumstances, she would be grateful for this action, but with Quinn she hated it. She could get her own damn weapon. There was no doubt in her mind that the Syndicate would try to hold it over her head. She could already imagine it. 'Kat couldn't even keep track of her own weapon.' 'Haven't you learned anything in training?' Ugh. Okay, but who had actually managed to hurt the damn thing? What point was there in keeping a weapon if she wasn't going to do any good with it? She thought to herself, already feeling the indignation even if the conversation hadn't happened yet. Metal flew though the air and landed on the ground only a few feet away. Brown eyes met verdant ones, but she only acknowledged what had been done. There was no way she would actually thank Quinn. She had too much of her own pride and her dislike towards the girl to even consider that. The eye contact was quick, over before either of them could even blink. It was time to get to work.

Katerina jogged to her weapons, picking them up and feeling relief at the familiar weight in her hands. This was good. She could do this. Her hands began to work furiously, molding the blades back into the fatter shape they had before she'd thinned and extended them inside the monster's flesh. She slide her fingers into the holes of the brass knuckles once they were back to normal. Now came the difficult part: attacking the creature. She'd been able to surprise it the first time and knew she wouldn't have that kind of luck again. Her eyes scanned the space, trying to find something helpful, something to inspire a new ridiculously-dangerous plan. She watched as the guardsmen held their rank and kept the tenebris at bay with their shields. She wouldn't exactly have ignorant surprise on her side, but she would have a distraction for the beast. As it reared up and tried penetrating the shields with its big, meaty claws, she noticed the cervical groove on the monster and a lightbulb went off. All she needed was one strong hit in the cervical groove and the thing would surely bleed out and disappear into smoke like the other tenebrae had. The cervical groove separated two regions of incredibly hard shell. She had no chance of penetrating shell, so she needed to get right into the cervical groove. It was a suicide mission, simple as that. She was going to try to slice the area that was most well protected. She'd have to get past all the claws, which would definitely be trying to keep her from getting in there. The crab knew as well as she did that this was its weakest area. A smile broke across her face. Perhaps not the most common reaction for a death mission.

The crustacean-like creature was favoring its right side. The Pandora Vice President bit her lip, watching its movements carefully while sneaking in closer and closer to the thing. She trusted that the others would keep their distraction going. She closed her eyes and prayed silently. When she opened her eyes back up, they were filled were determination. It was now or never. She broke out into a sprint towards the tenebris as it reared up on its hind legs. When she got close, she dropped to the ground and slid underneath like a baseball player sliding into home base. Thanks to the tile floor and the blood that covered it, the slide was smooth and fast. She found herself on the underside of the beast. Katerina scrambled to her feet. The arms of the creature hit the shields, which it had been in the middle of doing before Kat had slid under it. With the new development, it began to panic. The descent of the arms also meant the descent of the belly, putting the cervical groove closer to Kat. It was still a few feet too high for her. She had to move fast before it began to move too much. She put all her strength into a short run and a jump. She tried to lodge at least one of the blades into the flesh, but she stopped just a few inches short. Her heartbeat was roaring in her ears. Failure here meant death. She used her anima to elongate them enough to pierce the flesh. Once they were in, she hung from them, looking a bit like a child on monkey bars if the monkey bars were actually deadly weapons. With all her remaining strength, she elongated them further, and put all her body weight into swinging them. It was a back and forth movement that made the blades move back and forth. Her swinging motion forced the blades to slice through a chunk of flesh. Sliced flesh meant one thing: blood. It looked like she hit something major because the blood just flooded out. Due to the force of the blood and her general lack of energy, Kat found herself lying the ground. The creatures made the most disgusting shrieking noise she had ever heard. As she laid on the ground, unable to move, she saw the legs buckle and the belly of the beast start falling toward her. This was it. This was how she was going to die. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact.

To her surprise, it didn't come. Instead, there was just a massive cloud of smoke where she had before seen her impending death. The tenebrae was defeated. Her biggest fight was over. The only creatures left were a couple limping bipedals and a handful of scattered bats. They had won. So, what did Kat do? She laughed. A loud laugh that echoed in the room. A laugh that proved to her that she was actually still alive. The most relieved laugh that ever came from her lungs. She laid in that pool of blood, absolutely covered in the gunk. Her clothes were covered in it, her hair was drenched in it. And she laughed.

"Oh, Goddess. I don't know if I can stand up. Do you think Crassus would be gracious enough to let us stay the night since we've saved his life?" Kat asked between laughs from her place on the ground. Quinn had to be tired, or, at least, sweaty. She knew she needed a shower-badly-and she would bet that Quinn wouldn't mind one or a soft bed either. She caught her breath from laughing and pushed her arms up enough so that she was on her forearms, grimacing the whole time. It was an improvement from being completely on her back. From this position, she could watch as the last few tenebrae were slain. It was a beautiful view.

 

[fancries1]

Ethan Coben
Animal farm
Status: Complete
Team: forever alone​

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Ethan Coben had never known such humiliation.

The tormentor of Genesis house, the heir to his father's business, and the popular Pandora student, found himself wearing a worn out shirt, the oldest pants in his wardrobe and rubber boots. Ready to tend to a fucking barn. Even the animals seemed to be mocking him, with their mooing and barking and quacking. It seemed like the universe was finally ready to give the handsome bully what he deserved. He sustained the urge to electrocute all the animals to death as he made his way towards the barn with the metal bucket, the thought of the farmer's anger was enough to calm his electric powers. He might be a bully, but attacking the elderly was too cruel, even for him.

Milking the cows was the first thing on the old man's list. which was an easy enough task. The cow was quite docile, so calm that Ethan wondered if she'd understood his "I will turn you into a hamburger" threat when he walked inside the barn. After filling the bucket, he grabbed a bag of food next to the door and threw the food at the chickens and pigs. The note advised not to give them too much, but Ethan couldn't care less. He threw food until watching the animals jump over each other to eat stopped being entertaining. As the chickens were eating, he made his way to their coop to collect the eggs. Not knowing which ones had been fertilised and which ones could be eaten, he grabbed whatever eggs he could find. Lastly, he grabbed the razor and walked towards the sheep to shave its fur.

The last task had been the most difficult one, with the animal kicking him and trying to escape for a good ten minutes until Ethan realised to tie its legs. When it was done, the sheep stood naked, which a few cuts from a vengeful Ethan who wanted to get it back for trying to kick him. With the quest done, Ethan walked towards the exit without taking one last look at the horrid barn. This would be last time he set himself such a boring and demeaning quest.

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[Elenion Aura]

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Quest: Monster Raid

Status: Completed

Location: Miasto; Crassus' Mansion

Team: Quinn & Kat( Aster )

Quest #3: Monster Raid

While Kat rested in a pool of blackness on the floor, apparently soaking up the misplaced grandeur of her middling accomplishment, Quinn was busy putting in work. With their presumed leader slain, reduced to a deluge of black sludge - thanks, perhaps, in some small part to the metal-bending Pandoran girl - the remaining Tenebrae were routed with ease, felled left and right by the tip of a spear, the blade-edge of a sword, and the steely tip of an arrowhead. Quinn lead the last push, a flurry of flashing steel and vicious, brutal precision. Swaths of remaining Tenebrae fell below the stroke of her judgment.

Splitting the last of them open from navel to crown, Quinn flicked the wisps of black blood from her blade as the two halves of the now-dead Tenebris fell, dispersing into ether before either half of its corpse hit the ground. Good riddance.

With the last of the enemy defeated, the battle was won at last. Some men cheered. Others picked up the pieces of their broken armor and mourned the loss of their dead. Others still stood in awe of all that they had seen. The young Magister trainees had made an impression on these men, one that was not soon to be forgotten. With the eyes of the guard now turned toward Kat and her, Quinn became instantly mindful of her appearance. She could feel the blood, sweat, and black ichor of the Tenebrae congealing and hardening to form a thin film over the top of her exposed skin. Disgusting. Quinn wanted nothing more than to have a hot shower and a warm bed to crawl into. She, of course, would never impose herself on her employer, and felt a swell of secondhand embarrassment as she listened to Kat profess her intentions to do just that. Could she be any more insufferable if she tried? Quinn shuddered at the thought.

Her breath heaving through exhausted lungs, Quinn managed to quell the tremble of irritation in her voice as she addressed the prone Pandoran girl. She made no effort to try and help the wounded girl to her feet. “I’m going on ahead. You can stay, if you want, though.” Quinn shrugged, ambivalent to Kat’s fate now that their mission was complete. Whether she ever made it back to the Academy after this was of no consequence, really. And the way she said you just oozed contempt.

As if on cue, Crassus emerged from whatever hole he’d been squirreled away in. His eyes and face were pale, sallow even, as though he’d been recently sick, but otherwise, he appeared unharmed. In his hands Crassus held two identical pouches of velvet, pulled closed by a golden-braided cinch. He awkwardly handed them both to Quinn, as she was the nearest to him—and she wasn’t lying on the floor. They felt heavy, and jingled happily in her grasp. The gold they were promised, and deserved for a job well done, paid in full, she assumed.

“T-t-thank you, f-for helping us in our time of need. We.. I am forever in your debt.” He bowed his head low, obviously terrified half out of his mind, and held the bow well beyond the moment turning uncomfortable. When he’d finished, and Quinn offered a curt nod in response, he turned as if to leave them, but Quinn’s voice dragged him back as if some unseen force had grabbed him by the collar and turned him 'round.

“My partner is injured and needs a place to stay the night. Do you think you could accommodate her?” A scathing, yet somehow impassive glance passed from Quinn to Kat, before Quinn turned her attention back to Crassus. “She doesn’t need much.” The stables would do.

“OH! Yes, yes! Of course.” Crassus, seemingly relieved that Quinn hadn't asked him for more money, clapped his hands and a troupe of servants emerged, presumably from the same hole that Crassus himself had been hiding in, and immediately went about tending to Kat’s needs… Whatever they could be.

When the moment seemed right and she felt she was sufficiently forgotten, as the hall again bustled with activity as if the gates of Hell hadn't been opened just mere hours prior, Quinn slipped away, still covered as she was in the grime, blood, and dirt of the recently won battle. She left the mansion alone, the same way she’d arrived, and soon was disappeared into the dark and gloom of night as she began to lonely trek back to the academy, and the warm shower and freshly made bed that awaited her, her own personal reward.

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[s e v e n]

QUEST # 6
MONSTER RAID

Location: Miasto

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Cece May chamomile
Status: In Progress​

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Down Main Street, take the turn over the right and head straight...then go through the alley and out towards another street before turning yet left. The café would be right around the corner, green roofs and blue walls…or was that left then right?

Louis anxiously glanced back and forth, his hands shoved upon the front pockets of his pants as the male bounced up and down by the heels of his shoes. This was such a bad idea, what made him think it was such a good idea to accept a quest without hearing its full completion? Not only did he have not the slightest idea of what to do, he didn’t even know where to go. It was that moment another fellow Genesis offered him something and all he did was nod, wave him off, nod again before finally losing him after he agreed to an agreement he had no idea to. And that said agreement was this…whatever this was. In his defense, he was sleepy, and in his extra defense, Tyler Joseph was live streaming that night and there was no chance he was missing it.

First of all, he had not the slightest idea where he was. Every part of the streets felt alien- the way the shops aligned, the signs hanging over the poles – it was as though he wasn’t in Requiem any longer…and he shouldn’t be, should he? Wasn’t the rendezvous point around Miasto? He knew he should’ve taken the cab, but that would cost and the boy was only beginning to save up for a new console. The Genesis boy was the type that would explore only certain areas of the town and be completely oblivious of others. Despite living there all his life, he still had no idea where some places are supposed to be, like the Coconut Leaf café. It was the third time asking for direction, and he still felt horribly lost. Amongst the many sea of people, Louis felt little- almost nonexistent. And still lost. Maybe he should give Bennett a call- he’d know where that is. Just when he was reaching for his cell, he heard a person call for him and stopped.

“Hey…hey kid! Are you a Magister? The Magister?”

Louis turned around, facing a man perhaps early on his fifties seated on a chair before frowning. Well, he wasn’t technically an official Magister yet, but what had gave it away? Was it his new pair of wide electric blue-rimmed glasses? Was it his colorful striped scarf? Was it his startlingly scarlet beanie? Or was it that insignia of his peeking just by the top of his foot, uncovered by his sandals? “Do you need anything, sir?” Louis instead asked, avoiding the question all together. The man was seated with his legs crossed, sipping a cup of steaming tea with a dark haired girl sitting just across from him, her face obscured by her hair.

“No, I was just wondering if you’re that kid named Leo…Lupin…Lewis-”

“Louis. Lou-ee. The ‘s’ is silent,” Louis instantly corrected. So this was it? He wasn’t in the wrong place after all! Oh, he was so relieved he would kiss the man right on his bald spot. In that moment, the man’s face brightened, clasping his hand together. “So you are him?” Before Louis had even gotten to answer or even as much as nod, the man beamed and stood up. “Excellent! Now we can get going! Come along now.”

Louis approached him, his brows knitted together in perplexity. “Wait wait wait,” he stated, raising a hand to pause. “Go where?”

The man gave him an equally perplexed look. “To Crassus’ mansion, of course! I thought you were all briefed on the quest. Come, I’ll take you there. Your partner had long been waiting.”

“Partner…?” Louis asked, but didn’t continue. He supposed the girl sitting next to him was that said partner. The moment she turned, Louis felt a sudden heap of relief rushing through him. For the first time, things were going right for him.“Oh! CC, it’s you! Thank goodness it’s you!” Louis sighed in relief, wanting to hug the girl but hesitated. Imagine if he was paired up with someone dreadful…like Kaia…or Rob…or Kaia… “I’m sorry I just got here. I…totally wasn’t lost…or anything…and…uh…” he looked around, making sure the man was far enough not to listen. “Can you give me a quick briefing on the mission? I…totally didn’t fall asleep when told, really.”
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[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || questing; monster raid || miasto || in progress || with s e v e n

Cece lived and breathed this city.

Ever since she enrolled in Requiem Academy, she began adjusting to walking around and recognising the pavements, the streets. The atmosphere, the signs and small bits of scattered community.

She had more opportunities to go outside than ever before, and the effort paid off. This fact, in turn, made it no surprise she arrived far more earlier than her designated quest partner, knowing all the alleys, crooks and nannies. She leaned back in her chair, looking absentmindedly inside the cafe before going back to intently observe her impatient fidgeting.

The man sitting on the other side of the table, unfortunately not a chatty one but rather, she decided, slightly perturbing fellow, sips his tea. The way he stared at her for a strong four minutes since she arrived which evolved into glimpses for a whole other seven minutes is the evidence. But by now, he had already lost interest on her tiny habit.

Her fingers worked the cap, going between flicking it open, shutting it closed and flipping it within her palm. Her thumb grazed the striker wheel a few times, but she didn't bother to summon the flame.

"Hey... Hey kid! Are you a Magister? The Magister?"

She looked up at him, the sudden speech triggering her hearing aids, previously keeping the background noise to a minimum. Her left hand pocketed the lighter and rejoined her right hand in perfect posture. Cece glanced at the direction of his gaze.

"Do you need anything, sir?"

The voice rung a bell, loud and vivid. But Cece continued in her silence, smiling just slightly as she listened to the conversation. She tapped the table quietly and uncrossed her legs. For a moment, the man emoted happily, something she thought wasn't possible up until a few seconds ago. She would've emoted as well if she wasn't thinking about how she felt with Louis assisting her with the assignment.

“So you are him?” He made a small motion and stood, her cue. “Excellent! Now we can get going! Come along now.”

“Wait wait wait,” Louis asked. “Go where?”

“To Crassus’ mansion, of course! I thought you were all briefed on the quest. Come, I’ll take you there. Your partner had long been waiting.”

Cece stood just as the man said that, turning to face him in a dramatic fashion. She was pleased at his reaction, a sort of reassurance was it? She combed the strands of her curls, pushing the bangs away from her eyes, twinkling with a small amusement as he voiced his elation of her presence.

"Happy to see you too, Louis." A grin was plastered on her countenance, yet she was careful of not being too enthusiastic. She paused and raised a brow at his sudden jerk when he leaned in, then backed away.

“I’m sorry I just got here. I… totally wasn’t lost, or anything and uh…” he looks around warily. “Can you give me a quick briefing on the mission? I…totally didn’t fall asleep when told, really.”

It took her by surprise. She throws her head back and laughs.

That was terrible. Terrible lying. It's probably deliberate. Intentional. It has to be! Her hand went to cover her lips and when Mr. Escort over there turned to check on them, rightfully so since they hadn't move an inch from the table, she gave her best smile and ushered Louis down the street. A thumb hooked on a loop on her her jeans, and her arm reached out to the taller boy, pulling him close. He could smell her shampoo from that distance. She didn't mind.

"I doubt that." she said, followed by a chuckle then a more serious tone. "Okay, Mr Crassus' mansion is expecting unwanted visitors. Tenebrae. We'll just have to take care of them." Cece patted her hip where her gun holster awaits to be used, along with the two magazines next to it.

"No biggie." she released him from her grip and gave him a toothy smile. They walked alongside each other, Cece with more of a spring in her step.

Before they knew it, they stood before the gates. The mansion itself was luxurious, but lacked life from outside-- a hint of what would be roaming inside if they weren't there to protect it for the night. Mr Escort was doing his job, giving them a small tour of everything and where most of the staff and residents would be.

They all would extend their hospitality, and it reminded her a bit of home. Though with lesser taste in furniture. The carpet obviously need to be redone.

"How did you know Tenebrae would be coming?" she inquired as they paused in the hallway.

"Anonymous tip."

"And you believe them?"

"I'm a careful man."

"That's commendable. I can't say I'm the same." She rubbed her trinkets while eyeing the paintings on the wall between the windows that gave a clear sight outside. It all looked so expensive. "Say, do you mind property damage?"

Mr Escort looked at her as if she was mad. Her hopes went away with the sigh from her lips. The gun then but she'll blow up this place if it's damn necessary. Why don't these people just find somewhere else to stay until they finished handling the monsters was beyond her. Did they not trust these two magister in training that they want to keep an eye on their precious mansion? Or were they stupid? Maybe both.

"Actually, don't answer that."

Cece turned to Louis, voicing a small concern of hers that was bugging her since they entered the building. He's probably aware of it too. They're indoors, in mansion with three floors. "You think you'll be okay, Lou?" She had a intentionally awkward lopsided smile, a light tone to her voice, her eyes glanced towards the floor then back up at him.

 

[s e v e n]

QUEST # 6
MONSTER RAID

Location: Miasto

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Cece May chamomile
Status: In Progress​

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Upon the other’s sudden burst of laughter, Louis could only furrow his brows and tilt his head slightly to the side, clearly perplexed. Was he that unconvincing or was he just funny by default? At times, Louis would like to consider himself as a very serious and firm individual, but many (including him at other times) would beg to oppose. The brunette didn’t have a chance to complain when the girl had pulled him closer, a bit too close to his likings that his nose was stung with her vivid scent of bubblegum or whatever soap she used.

He listened to her intently, trying hard not to fall asleep again as he was never fond to long explanations anyway and adding to the fact that despite how many times he repeated in his head ’five minutes more’, Louis had found himself scrolling through tumblr until three am last night. The regret felt real and genuine, but his inner guilt knew better that the curse would have repeated itself just the next day. Even when he knew he’d be needing to head for a quest.

Upon the word tenebrae, Louis tensed slightly, and he didn’t hold back to show how surprised he was. “A tenebrae?!” Louis’s eyes widen, unintentionally saying it louder than he had anticipated and lowering his voice down when he noticed that the old man might listen to his sudden panic and that might not be the best idea as of the moment.

“Do you have any idea to what type of tenebrae might they be? How many? Is it another Portan? Don’t tell me it’s another Portan,” Louis rambled on in a whisper. They were going to fight a tenebrae? A literal living moving tenebrae that isn’t just ones like in Mr. Bowle’s slideshows? Louis hadn’t confronted many before, but all he hoped was that it wasn’t another freaking Portan. Suddenly his head felt like floating, his stomach doing multiple backflips and acrobatic performances within him. No wonder they had been so eager of handing over this quest to him. He didn’t know he had to fight a tenebrae!

If that wasn’t enough, Cecilia just had to gesture towards her pair of guns. Louis was completely aware of the girl’s explosive nature. But she was very kind, which was why he remained with her despite the fact that she was another Pandoran. But guns had always been a fixed trauma in his head, and every time the other had regarded to it ever so casually, Louis couldn’t help but feel sicker than he did before, if only that was possible. All he hoped was that Cece wouldn’t notice his sudden change. Or maybe notice it, so she could tone it down a little bit.

As they’ve arrived at Crassus’ mansion, Louis couldn’t help but marvel his surroundings. The way they trimmed their grasses like a shroud of green fabric across the field- not a single strand higher than the other. It never mattered how many times he’s visited a mansion before, especially considering his family supposed status, but each had always strike him with a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. Was it fascination? Or disgust perhaps? Damn rich people, he thought, an inch close to actually saying it out loud. He internally thanked the goddess for once not letting him utter something so stupid.

They had entered the hallways before Cece began to speak. As the two conversed, Louis took the opportunity to look around, playing staring contest with one of the paintings and peeking inside each and every vases.

“Say, do you mind property damage?” he heard Cece say all of the sudden, and in that exact moment he felt the table shook behind him, not aware that he had been leaning against it the whole time. The vase danced and spun, would’ve given him the middle finger if it had one, before it dropped upon the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Louis’ eyes widen, biting on his lower lip as he tried not to cringe. He didn’t even dare to look behind him, at the gaping man who stared at him breathlessly.

“…Is that antique?” Louis asked finally, making a weak attempt to pick the shards up before stupidly realizing that, of course, it’s useless. He quickly tried to form up a reason, which he done quite splendidly. “Oh look! It says Made in China, guess you’ve been shammed huh…?”

Louis, shut up, a voice inside him said. Shut up you fool.

“That…belonged to my great great great great…” the man started, but Louis certainly did not want to hear how great his grandmother was. He took Cece by the hand and quickly took her away. “Please wait outside, mister escort sir, the tenebrae would be running and screaming like little girls in no time!” Louis said, giving him a sheepish smile before taking Cece to one grand double doors. In movies, we always enter big grand doors, so that’s exactly what Louis would do. He dragged the door, its handle being heavier than he had anticipated, as it made a screeching noise of wood upon floor. The Genesis boy quickly closed the door behind him, panting as he leaned upon it.

It was the main hall. The chandelier hanging atop, ornamented with many precious stones, glistening millions of reflections throughout the walls. A spiraling staircase went up ahead, banisters shrouded in gold and floor in velvet carpets. It felt like a usual hall, that was, but something felt…off. Like the way the air suddenly thickened, how the temperature seemed to fall. It wasn’t right. Or perhaps it was how you’re supposed to feel after you break a vase that belonged to someone’s great great great great-

“You think you’ll be okay, Lou?” he heard his friend say all of the sudden. He smiled back, though it went away as quickly as it had come, replaced with an anxious look. “You don’t think that’s really antique, right? You don’t think that it carried his great great great times millions grandma’s ashes, right?” he asked, but just soon after, all of the sudden he seemed to realize what she truly meant. Even he wasn’t thinking about it, and they had been walking around the mansion for almost fifteen minutes by now.

Louis made an awkward cough, suddenly having another reason to worry, yet somehow, in a really odd way, a bit relieved. “Well, uhm…I…uh…” It was the first floor, Louis would’ve managed to break through the concrete. But the man did say no property damage. He was pretty sure he took his portion already. “I…I think I can help out in other ways…or something…” he stated as he scanned around the hall. There was a knight display armor, decorated completely along with its sword. Louis gave it a frown. No. Then there was a walking stick, slightly rusted by the hilt and scratched along its cane. That would do. The brunette picked it up from the ground, grinning to himself before feeling a weird crawling sensation up his arm.

“EEEEEEK!” he screamed, somewhat high-pitchedly as he frantically waved his arm around, dropping the roach upon the ground. The insect seemed to shrug before making its way down a nearby tiny door and disappeared. Paled, Louis turned towards Cece, blood drained from his face and his expression in utter horror. “I…was shocked, that’s all,” he stated, clearing his throat as to regain his composure. “So…uh…shall we continue-”

His words was cut out by a sudden shaking of the ground, a low rumble as though an earthquake was arriving. It was vague at first, but progressively going louder. Soon he had begun hearing clinks and clangs of the knight’s armor, the chandelier dropping crystals and crystals upon the ground like rain. Louis was speechless for a while, until all of the sudden-

The tiny door bursts open, though it didn’t necessarily burst open when the rest of the wall crumbled down along with it. Bursting out from it was that roach- only it wasn’t tiny anymore. It was three feet minimum…its black eyes gleaming like marbles and its pincers covered in…slimey…like…thing… Louis couldn’t watch.
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[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || questing; monster raid || miasto || in progress || with s e v e n

"No, it's not that." She shook her head slowly, pure concern on her face now. Lou wasn't aware? Her companion coughs, only now noticing and wanders off in search of a weapon, to prove a point that he could be helpful (which she believes in by the way). Cece learned that Requiem students are very capable, that of course, was more enforced with the addition of yours truly.

She turned, hand on her hip, watching him. "I know you can Lou but I don't think-" she winced slightly at his scream.

All the worry left her mind as soon as she had the reason to be alert, the rumbling. She steered clear of the falling crystals, preparing her stance. What happened next caught her by surprise. A creature-- a roach? -- busted down the front door. Bugs, gigantic bugs: ew.

Cece had her flawless reaction time to thank for.

Her hands immediately went to her handgun, twirling it then clasping firmly out of the holster. Another hand adjusted the tone control in her ears as she eyed it with an amused look, a smirk on her face. The tenebris made a sound halfway between a gurgle and a screech, scuttling aimlessly towards them. Instinctively, she puts herself between it and Louis. It pauses, then lunged. Her combat boot came in contact with its stupid bug face when she gave it the hardest kick she could muster. It wasn't as strong as she wanted it to be but enough to disorient it a few feet away. Before it could try again, she fired three shots, bucking with the recoil.

Shells dropped inaudibly. Blood the colour of tar splattered on the nice carpet Mr Crassus had installed. A whiff of smoke and it was gone as soon as it came.

That's actually a very nice carpet. Cece made a mental note to inquire about it later. The serenity of everything gave her a moment to catch her breath.

Then she caught herself. Louis doesn't like guns. She'd forgotten and could slap herself, there and then. Cece decided not to do it so openly and instead gave herself an imaginary pang on the forehead. For now. For the time back at the cafe. She returns it in the holster and turns to her partner, showing empty hands.

"I must be your hero," she joked, grinning. "You're welcome."

Unhumanlike screams pulled her back to her serious state.

"Okay, how are your ears? Do you hear any ringing?" she asked considering he was reasonably close. Cece was rushing through her words as if she was speaking her mother tongue, careful to use gestures to keep him on track. "Here's the plan; I'll take the second and third floors. You cover the first and anything outside, the quad and the lawn. If you need any help, just yell. And yell loud. I'll jump out a window or something. Cool?"

She began to head up the stairs, confident that the monster was right above them. She stopped briefly and leaned on the railing. "Also, don't bother about property damage. Bother about people potentially getting hurt."

Now that she was out of sight, her gun was back in her gloved hand. As her steps quickened she performed a little bit of math in her head, calculating exactly how long her weapon would last. Three for each tenebrae seems sufficient, she carries three magazines with her, and all with an ammo capacity of 12. She hoped to get a larger version of the gun later in the month which carries 16. So all in all, she should be able to take down 12 of these guys, but she hoped things wouldn't get that hectic.

Cece arrived at of the halls, clear view of the front, absolutely confident in her sense of direction. She spotted it, the monster and gave her gun another spin on her index finger. Beyond it, she saw its victim, fumbling with the door. "Get down!" she yelled, and the maid obliged in fear.

The tenebris turned around, baring its teeth. Its strong figure pausing from its meal. She would've gave it a look in the eye if it had any noticeable ones.

"Smiling when you see a star, big ugly? I'm flattered." she paused, beginning to back away and it took the bait, sauntering away from the bystander. "Come and get me."

Cece only caught a glimpse of the maid slipping into the room. She knew too well that the biped was bounding towards her from the way the hairs on the back of her neck tingled. The brunette had her fair share of experience with tenebrae during her first year, granted that was with much more powerful magisters on her side like her prez Uriah. She decided that the reaction Louis first displayed on the news of tenebrae is very well justified.

She found herself in a bit of an open area, and by that she meant a bunch of very luxurious furniture cluttering everywhere. Weaving through it is fruitless and she had to deal with this abomination sooner or later. She turns, ready to face the enemy but underestimates by a far margin. Ah, the cons of not having your hearing available at a moments notice.

The shadow gave her no time to react and rammed straight at her. She cried out. The force of all that running was transferred into her and it hurts like hell. Dear goddess, she doesn't know any pain greater. Where is the adrenaline when you need it? Cece was pinned to the wall, trying hard to recover from the blow to her spine. She struggles hard by hammering its head with the hilt of her gun and using her free hand to punch. Fortunately the creature's horns was fixed and immovable from piercing through the wall.

No eyes, so she can't poke them. She brings up her knee and goes for the throat instead. It bellowed and backs away, giving enough space for her to squeeze above its shoulders. With it as her launching pad, she pushes off, smacking the tenebrae's face right on that wall.

Her knees ached when she landed and rolled. She pointed her gun and immediately pulled the trigger in quick succession. Now the blood was dripping unattractively down the wallpaper. Glad to get that over with. She inspects her right knee, now noticing the scratch marks it managed to inflict upon her. Luckily, the wound isn't too deep, only drawing enough blood to stain the surrounding jean material.

It could've been worse. Louis might be having a harder time. But she was in a confined space, and he, in contrast is surrounded by his element. He should do just fine.

The air tensed up and she knew another one was on the loose. She resisted the urge to take a break and stood up, going up the stairs to the third floor. She approaches to the left. The library is there, said Mr Escort. He said he'd be there with two other bodyguards and the owner of the mansion, Mr Crassus himself.

She gets closer, and the Magister sensors were growing stronger. Cece calibrates her hearing sensitivity and puts her head gently on the door. It was subtle but there was one inside. The humans must be hiding. Her fingers tested the handle with a soft touch. Locked. She cursed.

She would have to get its attention to direct it away from the inhabitants. The gun is obviously not an option. The weapon in her hand hanged back onto her belt. Cece fished out one of her lighters, summoning a flame. She observed it for a moment, then the door. Screw it.

She crouched and began to set the wooden door ablaze. When the bottom lined up with a spreading fire, she knocked and sensed that the tenebris is investigating the noise. Perfect.

Cece took a few steps back and channeled her anima, willing the whole door to be engulfed in flickering fire with the wave of her left wrist. Now she just has to control the explosion, an aspect of her powers she was recently practicing. Instead of something that could take out the entire east wing of the mansion, she suppressed it into something more miniscule. She closed her eyes and concentrated.

The door explodes.

No time to waste, she ran through the smoke and debris. She saw a bulky silhouette before her, proceeding to kick it. She shoots it down and the dust clears along with the remnants of the tenebris. Gun to her lips, she blew off the nonexistent cloud.

A man popped up from behind a desk, it's Crassus, her employer. She beamed in delight, before examining her handiwork. Most of the books are intact. The carpet by the entrance had a little streak of char but otherwise, nothing was really harmed. Cece gave herself a pat on the back.

"Mr Crassus! Pleasant seeing you here." she greeted cheerily. "Have you ever thought about evacuating perhaps? Wait, I don't want to hear a word. Please, continue hiding!"

Two men appeared nearby the sofa and Mr Escort reveals himself next to the armchair. Maybe she should round back on level two, or check on her associate. "My friend is dearly sorry for the vase and I'm not sorry about the door."

She turns to leave. The man in his bathrobe, Crassus, no doubt in the middle of a good book piped up in a baritone voice. "Where do you think you're going?"

The speech prompted her hearing to sound clear and crisp again. She spins on her heel, exaggerating her every move. "To do my job? To the monsters? So I can kill them? Before they kill anyone else?" Cece mockingly suggested. "Lots of things to do, I'm afraid."

"You can't leave us here."

"Yes, I can." she corrected him. "You'll be perfectly safe."

"The door is blown off!"

"Well you'll be perfectly safe as long as they don't come through the door. Now shut up and hide before something comes over here and eats you."

Crassus was no way satisfied with her answer, that along with the rest of them exchanging troubling glances with one another as she marched out. Two down, and unspecified number more to go. This is going fabulously.

 

[Aster]

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Interactions: Louis s e v e n
Mentions: None
Quest: Animal Farm
Status: In Progress
Location: Tref Forest

Bennett Miles​

Being one born on a farm, growing up to handle farm chores on a day to day basis, the stench of the pigs' pen did little to dart Bennett from his mission. He avoided the larger puddles of muck and managed to get himself towards the edge of the pen where the long feeding tray was. The pigs rolled themselves off their fat bellies and looked at him with expectant beady eyes. Bennett met their gaze with a grin, holding up the metal bucket filled with food.

"Bottoms up!" Bennett grinned, pouring the bucket's contents into the food tray. He didn't exactly know what the phrase meant but he's heard it enough times at the table to get the rough assumption that it had to do with finishing one's food.

The pigs crowded around, diving their faces into the food, snorting while they ate. Bennett found it a miracle that they didn't choke on their food. He watched with satisfaction as they chowed down, similar to the way the pigs in his farm had. In the corner of his eyes, something brown and feathery darted across the field.

Bennett blinked before turning his head. Was that a chicken? The chicken pen was on the other side of the small open field so it couldn't have been possible. Maybe he was imagining things.

Ben shrugged and was about to take the empty bucket in his hands to the barn. Milking would be next and then came the sheering. His expression changed as he remembered they still had the eggs to collect! Turning around, Bennett quickly made his way to the chicken coop and nearly ran into a very panicked looking Louis. Confusion and worry stirred in him as Louis cried out his name in-between gasps.

"Louis, calm down. What's going on? What--"

"The chickens! They've escaped!"

Blue orbs widened as Ben's head whipped back to the field which he had seen the imaginary, but-not-so-imaginary now, chicken. He gripped Louis' shoulders on reflex, asking him in a way calmer voice than he had expected, "Did you see where they ran? I think I saw one run down towards the pig's pen," Bennett said, already a second away from darting after the chicken he had seen. He stopped himself before he could run off, deciding instead to check on how many chickens they needed catching.

"Did you lock up the coop?" Bennett asked, already breaking out into a light jog to check. Inside the coop were ten chicken nests. Only two were occupied, leaving the rest empty. That meant there were eight chickens on the loose and goddess knows where they ran to.

"Let's split up and look! They couldn't have gotten far," Bennett told Louis, determined and far less upset and distressed. When he was younger, he had made the same mistake as Louis multiple times, but even he knew that catching chickens was no easy task. But then again that had been before Bennett awakened his anima abilities. With it, he was certain they'd be able to catch the chickens back! That is... if they could find them.

"I'll look around the pen and the stables. You check inside the barn. Eight chickens couldn't have gone far," Bennett said encouragingly. Sebastian quacked loudly in Louis' arms and Bennett added, "You can guard the chicken coop. Make sure none of the other chickens get out okay?" He gave Sebastian a pat on the head.

With that Bennett ran off, disappearing in spurts of blue light. In a blink of an eye he had covered the distance between the chicken coop and the pig's pen. His eyes scanned the opened fields for chickens and he spotted two running in opposite directions.

"Oh no you don't," Bennett muttered to himself, unsure of which to go after first. One was making a run towards town while the other was running deeper into the field. Bennett decided to go after the first one in case its presence alerted the villagers of the mistake they had made. With his anima activated, Bennett whipped by in a blur of light, scooping the chicken into his arms when he did. His sudden grab surprised the chicken and it began to flap its wings widely in his face as he made a sharp U-turn and began running towards the other chicken.

"Be good!" Bennett scolded, tucking the chicken under his arm with a firm grip. His hand wrapped around its beak, holding its face still. As Bennett teleported again, the chicken froze in its place, most likely too shock or scared to move further. The sudden burst in speed was probably too much for its little chicken brain to handle. With two more bursts of light, Bennett was only a couple feet from the other chicken runaway chicken who squawked loudly when it noticed him.

"Hey, slow down will ya?" he asked, making unsuccessful grabs at the running chicken. He ran behind it and each time he lunged, the chicken succeeded in dodging his attempts. It clucked as though laughing at him in mockery. Frustrated, Bennett teleported himself in front of the chicken, barely catching the surprise look on the chicken's face as he disappeared into light. The chicken ran straight into his arms and Bennett kept a firm grip as he caught it around its neck.

"Gotcha!" he grinned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Now let's get you two back to the coop," he ran the rest of the way to the chicken coop as using his anima expended much of his energy.

 

[Aster]

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Interactions: Bobbi Skryx Zander Elenion Aura
Mentions: None
Quest: Starapple Orchards
Status: In Progress
Location: Tref Forests

Jasmine Bermout​

As the four parted albeit staying no further than a couple feet from each other, they chatted as they got to work. Given their height and how much they've grown, climbing the tree wasn't necessarily required for them to pick the apples (although Bobbi, being the shortest out of the four did need a little hop in her step to reach most of the apples). Jasmine, who stood a head taller than most females, only needed to stretch onto her toes. Her hands made quick work, moving the crimson fruit from the trees to the basket.

In the corner of her eye she spotted Zander rubbing an apple on his shirt and before she could stop him, he took a large bite right out of it. She closed her mouth and shook her head, only glad that none of the younger Genesis members were there to witness their vice-president stealing an apple.

"Try not to eat too many now," Jasmine scolded lightly with a sigh. Over the years, she had gotten stricter on her affiliation yet softer to her friends. Had it been any other Genesis member, the redhead would've rebuked them. The double standard held was something not many people knew about, and Jasmine simply did not want to ruin the perfectly lovely day with her nagging.

She bit back a chuckle when Jensen faltered and scrambled to collect the tossed apple remains only to have it slip through his fingers. "Not you too," she said, watching Bobbi follow Zander's footsteps. Another sigh was heaved as her eyes rolled up to the sky, in mock humor for the Goddess to help her. She shook her head with no effort to hide the smile on her lips. "I packed some lunch before we came. We can set up a spot to eat once we're done," she suggested, tucking away copper strands of hair blown loose by the summer breeze. The picnic basket she had brought was left near the red-bricked house, hidden in a corner from pesky hands. She had a good hunch that the three would be craving something more substantial after their chore in the orchard. As the titled 'Genesis mom' Jasmine always came prepared.

"It probably has to do with their manure. Wolf dung makes great fertilizer," Jasmine commented, answering Bobbi's rhetorical question. It made sense why they'd hire only the bravest to pick the apples then. Jasmine was certain they earned more profits by saving costs on fertilizer and selling apples picked by underpaid students from the Academy.

After a few more minutes of picking, Jasmine's basket was soon full to the brim. She wiped her brow. Despite the shades provided by the trees, the sun's blaze overhead made her perspire. She glanced around the area, lips curling into a small frown when she noticed Bobbi was out of view. She knew the Elite could was very well stronger than the three of them, perhaps even combined, but her air-headed nature made Jasmine worry all the same.

She marched deeper into the forest, scanning the area for the brunette. "Bobbi?" she called out, keeping her volume to a medium. She found it strange how they hadn't encountered any wolves yet and the deeper she went, the more her senses began to perk for signs of danger. She kept a hand on the hilt of the rapier which hung over her right hip and ventured deeper.

Before she could call out again, she spotted Bobbi crouched with a tiny wolf cub nuzzling its face against her palm. She would've sighed in relief if she hadn't noticed the large, grown wolves dozing a couple meters away. "Bobbi," she whispered, tilting her head back to where Jensen and Zander were. "Let's get out of here," she mouthed, shifting her gaze back to the wolves. Avoiding a fight was always better than winning one, but while Jasmine tried to move away, ushering Bobbi to follow, the little wolf cub whimpered. One of the sleeping wolves twitched, its protective senses alerted.

"Oh no," Jasmine breathed as the wolf's eyes snapped opened, gaze immediately falling on the cub and the two girls beside it.

 

[Skryx]

Bobbi Brown
PROTECT THE BOSS
Interactions: Axel s e v e n
Status: In progress​

Bobbi was wholly unprepared for how quickly the Duke's daughter burst into tears. One minute she was puffy-eyed but seemingly alright, holding it together and the next she was full out sobbing and almost hysterical. She blinked, momentarily taken off guard by the sudden change in her demeanor. Axel seemed to feel the same, glancing over at her just before the Duke's daughter -Bobbi refused to call her Jasmine- started wailing. She watched with a morbid sort of detached fascination as the girl blamed the entire male race for her problems. But then she turned to her and suddenly it wasn't so detached anymore.

"Umm," she stalled, put on the spot. "I wouldn't say always? More like occasionally? Once in a while?" Who even had arranged marriages anymore? Well, she knew some people did -exhibit A was standing in front of her- but they were definitely the minority. She looked over to her partner for help, but Axel seemed content to leave her to deal with this by herself. Perhaps that was for the better. "I know this isn't exactly an...ideal situation for you, but frankly it's nothing to do with us. Even if we decided not to take this up your father would just get someone else to do it, and neither of us are in the position to help you out," she stated with a shrug. "So if you want to change this you'll have to do it yourself and talk to the Duke -or your fiance. Blaming either of us isn't going to help you." It would be easier to just make her fall asleep, but she figured that would be a more last resort thing.

"But- But you could help," The girl looked at her pleadingly, her doe eyes filled with more unshed tears. "Please, you could-"

"No." Bobbi said firmly, staring right back, unmoved. It wasn't that she didn't feel some sort of pity for her, but it wasn't as if she was lying when she said it wasn't as if they could help her. They couldn't really. Besides, as laid back as she was -or appeared to be anyway- she always completed her duties (and always on time and properly even if it was last minute at times) and right now this quest was one of them. The girl stared back for a few moments before her resolve crumpled and she sniffled, looking away.

"Okay. Just...just help me take something down?" Her voice wavered shakily as she stepped back into the room, holding the door open for the two of them. Bobbi exchanged a wary glance with Axel before she entered the room as well, Jasmine waiting until they were both inside to close the door behind them and hurrying off to the other end. The room was a disaster zone, drawers pulled out of chests with clothes dangling out and various more items strewn across the floor. The wardrobe door appeared to be not very securely fixed and the mirror of the large, ornate dressing table was cracked. Bobbi looked over at her partner again, this time one of her eyebrows was raised and her eyes were slightly wide. She thought she saw the shattered remains of a lamp or two in the corners.

"What is it?" She asked the girl who seemed very intent on rummaging around a large drawer and started walking towards her. Suddenly the other girl whirled around, looking a lot less like a miserable damsel in distress and a whole lot more pissed.

"Get them Rajah!" She yelled and the only other warning Bobbi got was a low rumbling growl from somewhere to her right and she ducked instinctively, dropping to the ground as something large sailed over her. She looked up just in time to see Jasmine run through the adjoining door, slamming it shut behind her before she was tackled down to the ground by something extremely heavy and orange and striped and found herself face to face with a fucking tiger.

"Son of a bitc- Axel go after her! I got this," she said with some difficulty, trying to keep those sharp fangs away from her face. Already she was using her anima, and after a lot more struggling she managed to get it to look at her directly so she could command it to sleep. And sleep it did, she quickly wiggled out from under it before the great beast slumped to the floor, fast asleep. She stared at it, breathing heavily. It was a good thing it wasn't trying to kill her or she'd be in serious shit -as it was it seemed to have been holding back, testament to the fact that she was still here and distinctly not eaten.

Maybe the Duke's daughter trained it not to kill and had only intended for it to hold them off and/or maim them slightly. Which was nice of her but Bobbi really wasn't feeling very appreciative towards her, though she had to admit her acting skills were pretty good. Her arms were clawed and her ribs were definitely going to ache tomorrow but she was miraculously okay for having been pinned down by a damn tiger. Looking over to the sleeping animal, she allowed a brief moment of wishful thinking that maybe she could keep it after the Duke's daughter left before focusing back on the quest. There was no knowing what else she had up her sleeve and Bobbi had no idea what came after 1) guilt tripping and 2) setting frickin' tigers on people.

Getting to her feet, Bobbi hurried after them.

 

[Elenion Aura]

x QUEST x

Monster Raid


x STATUS x

In Progress


x LOCATION x

Miasto


x TEAM x

Zander & Kaia


x TAGS x

Polaris.

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Quest #4:Monster Raid

Annoying little bastards, Zander thought as he stomped down on the last of them as it tried in vain to flee. Its head popped under the heel of his boot with a satisfying crunch, before melting into wispy black goo. His neck felt hot where he’d been bitten. The flesh around the wound pulsed, and he placed a hand over the area to quell it, and felt a drop of blood trickle down his neck. "My neck’s fine.” He answered with only a tinge of irritation, which softened almost immediately upon catching sight of Kaia’s leg. In a quiet voice he asked, "You alright?’ He’d been too sloppy, here. Zander made a silent promise to be more vigilant next time.

When the woman from the pantry emerged and battered the two with questions, Zander was relieved that Kaia and her ever cheerful disposition took the lead. Even making jokes in a place like this? Damn, this girl must be crazy. In a good way, though. He hoped. Nodding and adding to Kaia’s direction, Zander addressed the woman, "Stay where you are. We’ll come back for you when it’s safe.” She nodded and hurried back to her hiding place. Zander didn’t move until he heard the door lock behind her. This time he was taking the lead.

Back out in the quiet of the maze of hallways, each one seemingly darker and creepier than the next, Zander made damn sure that Kaia stayed close to him. The deeper they went into Crassus’ mansion, the darker the halls seemed to get, as the light fixtures that adorned the wall seemed to become sparser. They were slowly plunged into a dim, hazy twilight.

"It was more of a pun, really.” He corrected her in a serious, dead-pan tone, but then gave her a wry look to ensure that she knew that this time he was making a joke. A small one, but still. It was at that moment that Zander too heard the piano, and though he’d never admit it, felt a cold chill run up and down his spine. Haunted? No. But Tenebrae were just as bad, if not worse, than some measly poltergeist. The piano grew louder the closer the pair drew to a looming archway emerging from the burgeoning darkness of the hall. The air felt cold, and Zander could have sworn he saw his breath just before they arrived at the large, ornately crafted door.

"I have a bad feeling about this.” Zander spoke aloud what he’d been thinking the entire time they’d been in this hellish place. He tensed as Kaia reached out and turned the nob, agonizingly slowly, as if he expected something to jump out at them like they really were in some kind of macabre haunted house. The truth of what lurked behind the door seemed somehow worse than the cheap jump scare he’d envisioned.

The sight of several vaguely-human looking Tenebrae huddled around one of their own, playing a dismal tune on an old grand piano, chilled the blood in Zander’s veins. The playing stopped and all heads turned toward them. Kaia made a quip about the piano player being Crassus himself, but one look into the creature’s blue skin and eyes of glowing silver and Zander could say with surety that that was not the case. Besides,

"We’re not that lucky." It was now that he wished they could’ve taken another mission, something less life-threatening. It was now he wished he was picking apples in a field somewhere. He swore right then and there to the Goddess herself that if they made it out of this nightmare he’d never badmouth tedious quests like apple picking again.

Zander instinctively placed himself between the undead Tenebrae and Kaia. The shambling creatures seemed to take notice of the young Magisters all at once. “Look sharp, here they come.” Zander counted five warriors in total. He could take two, maybe three at most, without a weapon. That left two for Kaia to handle. He cursed under his breath. He needed a weapon. Something. Anything.

His eyes frantically scanned his surroundings, searching for anything he could make use of, and fast. The soulless were fast approaching, their swords drawn, sharp, glinting steel threatening a world of pain if he didn’t find something, and soon. Zander’s eyes snapped to a wooden arm-chair set in the corner, plush and expensive-looking, with some kind of velvet or silk embroidery, or whatever rich people sat on. It’d have to do.

Jogging to the corner, Zander grabbed hold of both arm rests, one in each hand, and heaved the old piece off the floor. The Tenebrae hadn’t followed him, as he’d hoped, but instead were closing with Kaia, fast. Too fast. He wouldn’t be able to reach her before they did. Desperation fueled his next act.

"Kaia, look out!” He shouted, and over-arm launched the chair like a fastball pitch. It skittered across the floor, but maintained its momentum, tumbling through the closest of the zombified Tenebrae, smashing it off its feet like a bowling pin. Zander didn’t have time to celebrate his strike, however, as a pair of the undead veered away from Kaia to confront him.

Left weaponless again, Zander waited for the Tenebrae to lift its sword, ready to strike him down, before he made his move. Zander charged the humanoid Tenebris and clasped his hands down around the creature’s wrists, and the two wrestled for control of the sword. Zander’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt his enemy gain the upper hand. This Tenebris was shockingly strong for an undead-type. Then he realized what was really going on.

The undead wasn’t just strong, it was him who’d gotten weaker. That throw had taken a lot of his energy, to the point where he was almost completely spent. Feeling himself about to lose his grip entirely, Zander intentionally let go and as the Tenebris reeled back in surprise and prepared to strike him down, backed away.

Over the shoulder of the Tenebris, Zander tried to see if Kaia was faring better than he was. He hoped so. If not, they might be in trouble. Zander needed to find an energy source, fast. For the second time he found himself scanning the room, searching for anything that could possibly be of use. Except this time he found no chairs of convenience, and for his trouble he almost got a sword to the face, but luckily was able to duck just in time.

The momentum from its swing threw the creature’s balance, and Zander took the chance to shove it off its feet and into its partner. The two shambling corpses fell over one another, and Zander bought himself some time, but not much. The swordsmen were already regaining their footing, and were coming for him again before much longer.

 

[Sasil]

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➣ Defend Don Cielo's
➣ Interactions: Curtis Aster
➣ Status: In progress​

Kaye hadn't been to sure about this new quest. Extra muscle from an attack? While the Don Cielo's had been a place she had eaten once in a while in her time in the city, it wasn't a normal hang out place for her. It was fancy, expensive. She couldn't afford to visit more then once if she was being completely honest with herself. But now she waited to defend the small restaurant, Curtis made his goal to to have her with the little defending. Why? Well, Kaye couldn't completely understand it. In a battle like this Kaye would have gotten someone like Kaia or even AJ. They had more of a physical advantage when it came to it.

Perhaps she held more of plain face, one that could blend into the background around her. She could do that pretty well, or talking people down. But if things did get ugly, Kaye only hoped she would be able to stand up against and help.

That being said she came prepared. The normal book that occupied her solder bag lingered tucked close to her body, ready to be taken out in a quick instant if she needed it. Kaye truly hopped that it wouldn't come to that though, perhaps the threat was just that.

A threat.

"Are you one of the 'hired hands' that is going to watch my little restaurant?" The voice cut Kaye's thoughts in half, she turned quickly to look at the women that the sultry voice belonged too. Tall women with fire red hair tied back into seemed to be a bun at some point but loose strands fell to her shoulders, framing her emerald eyes. When she smiled a small tooth gap could be seen, charming if Kaye was being honest. "Aren't you a sweetheart. Small, delicate. Can't be the hired help. What can I do for you honey? You meeting someone here?" With a head tilt she leaned against the door frame tapping the cigarette out that Kaye had only now noticed in her hand.

"Oh I am here to help, I am just waiting for my partner. He mentioned meeting here. Unless...Unless I was mistaken and we where to meet back at the school. Oh I hope I didn't leave him." Kaye frowned thinking back to the conversation. Unable to remember she took a moment to take out her list, a list that helped in all situations. Dates, times--kept her organized. It worked well--except apparently for this little meeting. "Oh shoot."

"I wouldn't worry, sweet-pea." The lady stood to her feet looking off into the distance. "I think that your...partner is coming this way. Do be careful. I wouldn't want a delicate flower like yourself to end up getting..hurt." What looked like a smirk creased the women's red lips before she stepped on her bud with her high heel, turning to head back into the busy restaurant.

Kaye watched her a moment an unsettling feeling swirling in her stomach.

"Hey-Hey! We where to meet here right?" Kaye spoke up waving a hand to get Curtis' attention. Once at her side a small, apologetic smile appeared on her lips. "Ready for this?" she asked tilting her head to the right side.​

 

[s e v e n]

QUEST # 6
MONSTER RAID

Location: Miasto

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Cece May chamomile
Status: In Progress​

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At a moment’s notice, his brain began formulating in an intense speed- well, as intense as his brain could work anyway when faced with a giant…slimey…killer cockroach… His fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the cane, his eyes not even once leaving the teneberis’ head no matter how much he’d fancy to. This wasn’t his first time questing, per se. He had done many before, some even by himself and others accompanied by a partner, like Cece. However, now that he had thought back upon it, it had been nothing but plucking apples, kidnapping princesses, and convincing rats that there are more comfortable beds than storehouses.

Firstly, he wasn’t even sure of what to do. But all the boy knew was that he wasn’t letting himself being protected like some damsel in distress. No, sir, Louis was going to do something. Do what? That’s a later thing to be thought about. But even as he thought about it, his feet remained glued upon the floor, unsure of which actions he must take and for a definite fact, whether or not he should... Cece seemed to have this under control, right? Seeing the way those pincers move, those eyes shift beneath its sockets- suddenly the thought of being helpful seemed way less appealing than it had originally seemed.

When the tenebris roared (or at least the closest thing a roach could do to a roar), Louis threw the cane right towards its direction, in which it completely utterly ignored. Not even a twitch? Now Louis felt offended. But his whole emotions changed when the familiar sound rang into his head. It sounded surreal- as though from behind a glass, and with every shot fired he felt a part of him shattering. It was the most, horrific sound anything could ever make- the voice of a brief snap and with that everything else crumbles. It’s a single voice that not only could take away lives of one, but many along with it. It’s the voice that took his life.

His hand instinctively went towards his regalia, which he kept at the back of his jeans. Definitely a better weapon than a walking stick and still fully working at that. Never loaded, though, never in his life. Ironically enough, touching it almost soothed him, and when Cece turned back towards him, tar like blood had already stained the floor, wisps of smoke arising from where the tenebris had been. He must have zoned out through the whole battle. Ugh…damn.

“Thanks,” he said, because he didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t Cece’s fault, she didn’t know. Well, at least he never told her. And they would have died without her. But still, a part of him inside was shaken from the whole encounter. He wanted to go home.

Louis was snapped back in reality when a noise resounded in the air. Screaming. At least it sounded like screaming. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one hearing it when Cece spoke up as well. However, before he could respond by saying anything, Cece had quickly beat it to him, speaking in mad speed and gestures. Louis even had the time to frown. Was this how he usually speak? Bennett seemed to think so. And with that the girl zoomed her way up. Wait. What was she saying? He takes first floor she takes others…were they going to SPLIT?
“Cece, wai-” he started, but all the girl did was stop and turned back towards him.

“Also, don't bother about property damage. Bother about people potentially getting hurt," the girl said before eventually, leaving his sight. Now he was stranded, all alone, in this huge mansion with literal ghosts lurking everywhere. Great. Catching up with Cece would be useless, considering he didn’t even know what to do to help. He’s going to just make things worse. At least he won’t die alone.

The room suddenly felt wider than it had been, every corner prolonging itself and the air had remained still with every souls. The Genesis boy glanced around nervously, bouncing up and down upon his heels as though waiting for something to suddenly pop up. Then a loud clang was suddenly heard in the room. “Nope nope nope nope,” the brunette chanted, and slipped through the front door before rushing out all the way to the exit. In a matter of seconds, Louis had found himself back into the open air, the sun finally setting entirely and is now painted all over in dark navy, sprinkled with glimmering stars. How long had they been here?

Louis decided to walk around first, flinching when he stepped on the grass (he got enough yells from people telling him to stay off the grass) but decided to proceed anyway. Shadows lingering on every corner, the faint whispers of the wind; Louis felt the hairs of his neck stand. This was a mansion, just a mansion… but doesn’t every classic horror movie out there start in a mansion? He glanced back and forth to the gates, wondering if he should just make the run for it. The brunette was so close of making it real, however, when that same clang was heard once more. He froze. The noise was faint initially, but grew louder and even more frequent by time.

Clang…clang…clang…

Soon it seemed to multiply, going from many directions. Louis turned, but saw nothing. The voice resounded anyway. Clang….clang… The boy braced himself, knowing that it was perhaps useless to run anyway- at least nearby here he could shout for Cece in case for anything. “I’m not afraid of you,” he stated to the wind firmly, though he out of everyone knew well that it wasn’t true. He took a stance, gazing left and right…before… A clicking sound voiced right behind him, and as he turned, there was the armor from the first floor, its helmet hollow yet a sword was raised above it, ready to go down in any second-

Clang! Louis jumped to the side, rolling on the ground as the metal hits the spot beside him, implanting its end to the solid Earth. The brunette looked around, spotting one…two...two. Two more approaching from the right and the left. What tenebrae is this? Louis racked his brain, trying to find any of their weaknesses when the second hollow knight bashed its sword towards him, which he had barely evaded. The boy dropped to the ground, scurrying away to have a moment to think. But time waits for no one. The moment the third knight thrust his sword forward, Louis slammed his foot on the ground and- it sank?

“Shit,” he muttered, stripping his sandals. Barefoot had always worked better with him. Louis regained his stance, standing up as he faced the three knights. He had never enforced in combat before and his anima training didn’t score all that well…he guessed he just had to improvise. As one of the knights moved forward, Louis stomped his foot upon the ground, waving his hand forward as the earth rose under his command, forming sharpened shards and piercing themselves into its armor.

This was a construct tenebrae, isn’t it? He had listened in class that it wasn’t really that hard to defeat, but how does one defeat things that doesn’t really exist? Would it die if he chopped of its head? The thought itself was somehow too gruesome for him. As another tenebris began lunging at him, Louis spun on the ground, shoving his foot forward and so the earth rose, forming a barrier between them. The brunette flinched as the tip of the sword penetrated through the walls, wriggling its way out. Everything was happening in fast forward- the swinging of swords, the rising of earth. It was not long before Louis had found a knight crumbling upon the floor, almost not realizing when or how he did it. All that he knew was that there were two left.

Louis ducked, barely missing the attack when one of the knights swung hardly, as though planning to avenge for his friend. Somehow, to his absurd luck, that whip ended up hitting his own friend, who looked at the other in dismay and betrayal (though without the face…really) and off flew its head, the armor crumbling upon the ground next to the other. Two down, one to go; Louis was feeling hyped and confident. Turns out it wasn’t so hard after all. Just needed a bit of skills…and a ton of luck.

“Come at me, ya big balooka,” Louis taunted, waving his hands around and hopping left and right. The tenebris looked at him in utter hatred, swinging its sword around as it cried out the anguish of losing its friend. It went forward, Louis rose his hand as he envisioned the ground once more-

Boop!

The earth beneath him rose abruptly, toppling himself high up upon the sky and far backwards roughly, rolling him all the way down the uneven garden and only stopped when his back hit the corner of a fountain. “Ouch,” he groaned, rubbing his aching back. Well, shit. Ignoring all the pain, Louis quickly scurried away, his heart racing in panic as he anticipated for the sword attack to arrive. The knight must have followed him, right? But it never did. The brunette furrowed his brows, tilting his head in confusion. The Genesis boy stood up, and began walking back towards where he had come from…but all he saw was yet another clump of armor, crumbling upon the ground…burnt. Was this Cece? Louis looked around, searching for a hint of the female. She would’ve been loud, bragging in fact. Not Cece…then who was it? Or more likely, what…

A roar rang through the still night air and a blazing red burst over black. Louis was sent backwards once more, falling right on top of his butt. Coughing from the sudden arising of smoke, Louis narrowed his eyes, waving a hand before his eyes to clear up the view…and he wish he hadn’t. A six feet tall dragon stood with its wings proudly spread wide, razor sharp teeth glinting in the dim lights and yellow eyes shone, as piercing as daggers. It was dark within the night, though Louis could have sworn its scales gleamed gold under the touch of moonlight. It roared again, flames dancing from the tip of its tongue, before lunging at Louis once more…but Louis wasn’t there anymore. The brunette ran as fast as he could, escaping from the raging dragon while screaming at the top of his lungs. “CECE!!”
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[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || questing; monster raid || miasto || in progress || with s e v e n

Maybe she spoke too soon. You never really want to challenge fate and say the wrong thing at the wrong time. But apparently the thought counts just as much.

Cece was just finishing off another tenebris back when she checked the second floor. Her mind had been actively counting the number of bullets she used, 12 bullets. There's one more left in the chamber before she has to reload. But before she could search for her next target, one noticeably loomed down by the grass, a shadow that was moving about on the lawn.

As if on cue, she perked up to the sound of the voice. And it was calling her name. "CECE!" Yup, that's definitely Louis.

She ran up to the window, lo and behold she saw the newest threat on the chopping block, a dragon. Cece had to admit that it was a tad bit anti-climatic. While she hadn't seen any tenebris of a recognisable mythical creature variety, she had always expected it to be more majestic. This one doesn't even tower above one floor! If she had to estimate, it was only as tall as... Curtis. Underwhelming indeed.

Though suppose if it was larger, that was more the challenge for the two of them.

The window, as standard in your run of the mill mansion, had no harmless way to open. So she fastened the gun to her belt and scanned the room for something to toss out and break the glass. Painting, painting, painting. Ooh, that one looks nice. Options are really limited- oh wait, there's an empty vase. Of course, the classic choice of pots as rich people's decor saved her yet again. The other time is a story for another day. Why are pots the first thought when decorating hallways by the windows is beyond her.

No time to lose, she grunted as she lifted it and threw it out the second floor. The transparent surface cracked and crackled. The vase toppled out, with it a rain of glass, sparkling from the evening light. What's left is the carnage of a steel structure and a clear hole for her. Earlier, she told Louis that she'd jumped out a window. She didn't mean it, but it's a cool thing to do-- jumping out windows that is. Maybe she isn't up for this. The brunette had jumped out only one window in her lifetime (then hit her head on a flowerpot when she carelessly fell out), was going to repeat that action. This was totally safe, she convinced herself. They did drills in class, though never from this height. Roll to even out the impact force. Roll to even out the impact force.

Cece ran and leaped out.

A few shards knocked over as she passed through the frame. Wind blows the hair from her face and she almost ruined her element of surprise by whooping loudly. Yes, her plan. Chopping off a dragon's head is the best way to kill it, no doubt on that plan. But neither of them had the experience of holding a sword that would make them eligible for slayer duty. Maybe she should jump it. That's definitely a good idea.

Her hands steadied out and she rolled on the grass, barely hitting the dragon, which hadn't caught a glimpse of her. It's dark figure towers as it follows Louis, contrasting the evening sky of red and orange hues. She had an urge to name it Diego. So she went with it.

Cece tip toed around, still very unsure, but she's good at pretending otherwise. Her steps weren't calculated, and her strides long. She was about to grab its tail when it cornered her partner, still helpless. He spotted her and vaguely communicated his panic. She tried calming him down, a finger on her lips. Was it I-am-about-to-be-eaten or I-am-about-to-be-burned-to-death? His frantic gestures were hard to interpret, but it induced a predictable animalistic reaction from the dragon. The tug of power from confrontation.

Diego roared, it's wings outstretched and its fore legs. Her vision was blocked, probably intensifying Louis' fear that she wasn't doing anything just yet. That was the final move. She had to react. She had to get in there NOW. It reared its head and she ran in the space between him and the pitch black monster. The Pandoran could've died, endangering her life and her friend's. She wasn't about to let this fail her.

A column of fire came out of its snout and Cece caught it with her hands. She could feel its slow warmth, and her fingers fidget. The regalia on the back of her left hand seared a surge of strength. "Louis, move aside." She redirected the flame to the lawn and focused in hopes it wouldn't spread.

It stopped and they gave each other a classic stare down. It was scrutinising her and she looked right back, amused. Hopefully Louis used this time to put some distance away from danger. "Pyro tricks don't work on me."

They engaged in another fiery exchange. She added it to the fire already on the property and grabbed a handful. With her fist in a blaze, she punched the air and delivered balls of explosions, only managing to push it back, but did no damage to its hide.

Streaks of fire flew as Cece danced with kicks, flips and punches. She was having fun, vocalising enthusiastic shouts while her anima felt like second nature to perform. It was so cool! She's fighting a dragon and she's absolutely dominating (despite being unable to kill it)! What could possibly top that?

But what she thought were flammable keratin scales, was fireproof, which would make sense for a dragon that breathes inferno now that she thinks about it. Cece doesn't stop her barrage of attacks, and yelled over short pauses between what must be as noisy as multiple gunshots being set off.

"Louis!" she called, then willed the fire on the ground to fully transfer to her arms. She didn't know where he is, but she hoped he was listening. "Find something flammable. We'll explode this tenebris back to the hell it came from."

The dauntless magister runs right at it, climbing Diego's body. She kicked its face away when it snapped at her, teeth barely biting her flesh. Her fingers held for dear life when she got aboard, and the dragon tried to fly and escape. She punches the thick skin to keep it down, then regretting that choice and cursed in Spanish. Any sort of combustion she tried to achieve dissipates into thin air.

"Louis!" she warns. "Hurry!"

 

[Polaris.]

A J A X
”Seeing people change isn’t what hurts the most. It’s remember who they used to be.”​

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The Treasure || Miastro || Ajax & Kaye || In Progress ​

Recalling her earlier comment, the male decided that he was willing to part with his rod if it ensured Kaye’s safety but not without his usual taunting self. With a small tilt of his head, a smile that he was suppressing, he looked at her with utter mirth. “Kaye, what are you planning to do with a fishing rod? I wouldn’t trust you with a pencil, never mind a seven inch rod,” he teased, holding onto his fishing rod rather tightly. “You can borrow mine,” Ajax handed hers his. “Just don’t break it,” he added.

He looked at the ferrets slightly regretting that he didn’t bring his weapons with him. It has always been a preference that he didn’t have to get his hands dirty. She spoke with hidden implications and he stilled, his head turned to face her. “Take the rein.” Ajax barely had time to breath out before they were immediately attacked. The rustling sound of papers caught his attention before one fluttered onto the ground and out emerged a beast. The wolf with large canine, growling yet majestic with its soot-colored fur. The bloodshot orbs resembled madness, a hunger like no other. He whistled, distracted enough to get obtain a minor scratch before he used his powers to flung the ferret out of his reach. The tenebris howled in pain, snarling as it got up, getting ready for round two.

His eyes glanced cooly at the opponent in hand, he calmly reconnoiter his surrounding and noticed an old worn out rope lying on piled rotten wooden creates. It’ll do.

The rope moved, slashing at the group of tenebrae who convened together to attack all at once. Rope slashes were used to create distance as he jumped backwards, giving him more room to move around. With no other weapons on hand, close distance combat wasn’t what he is used to, at least not until a couple more years. His eyes darted to Kaye, noticing she was struggling but doing fine on her own. He had to hurry or else they would both tire out. Ajax lifted up his hand just as the rope flew from the tenebris to his hand. He would have to make do with whatever he had on hand. Ajax pulled one tenebris towards him, wrapping the rope around its neck and tightening his grip. Each tenebris was methodically killed in a systemic order until there were none around him. It wasn’t until none surrounded them that he finally found his breathing, pulling his shirt away from his torso for additional air movement.

He looked to Kaye, his head nudge forward, signaling them to keep on moving. A couple paces forward were walked in silence before Ajax stopped in his tracks, holding her back with a hand on her shoulder. “I hear something.” He knew they were almost there but this ship was giving them one last challenge. Damn. This is troublesome.

“Come on,” he took her hand in his, leading her closer to the left side near the wooden walls of the ship. As they came to a dead end, a door led to what he believed was the treasure. “Let’s finish this. It’s almost dinner time,” he took a quick glance at his phone to check the time.

He opened the door and stood completely frozen at what laid behind those doors.

A fucking inferno dragon. Its eyes blazing with fury at the intruders yet all Ajax saw was the dripping flame that somehow didn’t manage to burn the ship yet melted away every jewelry it touched.

Fucking fantastic.

“I don’t suppose you can summon water if you drew waves,” Ajax mumbled with a hint of humor.

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[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
”Why did the balloon go near the needle? He wanted to be a pop star. Ha-ha!” ​

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Protect Don Cielo’s || Requiem City || Kaia & Lance || Completed​

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Kaia surveyed her nails, ignoring all the chattering around her. “Oh thank god, if I broke a nail, I’d go ballistic,” she joked before looking up at the voice echoing off the walls. Most of the customers learned better and fled from the crime scene while others are praying with their hands clasped together, shrieking because that’s the best way to not draw attention to yourself. The muscle man looked more than ticked off, he looked like a bull that was ready to tackle any moment now. Or a really a volcano that was just a second away from erupting.

Kaia clicked her tongue, eyeing him up and down before shrugging. “I don’t know. You don’t seem too much like a fighter.”

Lie.

The brawny pig bought it, he hissed at them both as he charged at Kaia first, wanting to take down the more fragile looking individual. While his attacks pack a punch, they’re slow enough for her to dodge. His fist crashed against the air and she could almost hear the force of the punch. Damn. Don’t get hit. Got it.

Lance looked pleased after finishing up the runts and Kaia gestured him to move towards her, crooking her index finger at him. “I see you believe in ladies first,” she grinned at her opponent, jumping backwards to gain some distance. “What a gentleman.”

Her sarcasm didn’t fly pass him and he attempted to elbow her as he grunted, “The only thing a woman should learn how to do is shut up!” When Lance was closer to his vicinity, he grappled the shorter male but luckily for Lance, his anima proved useful in getting out of the stronghold. By now both Kaia and Lance were tired from fighting all of the lackeys and the boss proved to be on the next level as regular punches are harmless against him. The two regrouped in a corner as Kaia divulged her plans.

“Look here, he can probably break bones if he gets close enough. Keep your distance. His muscles aren’t just for show. We have to take him by surprise,” she quickly whispered. “You can get out of his grasp easily, distract him and let me do the killing blow. We need to do more than incapacitate the guy.”

The smug look on the other’s face only told the duo that he was a hundred percent confident he could take them both down. Maybe, if they weren’t magister. It wasn’t like Kaia wanted to kill him so using her anima was out of the question.

Lance nodded, clapping his hands together to draw attention before running diagonally towards the male with Kaia running around, passing his blind spot. She got behind him and while he was busy trying to attack Lance, she stabbed him enough for the male to cry out in pain. That was enough for immobilized him enough for Lance to grab the male by the neck, bringing his elbow towards the windpipe, and kneeing the male solar plexus. Their opponent finally fell onto the floor, knees first. He held a hand below his sternum in pain as a hand rubbed his throat. Tears fell out of his eyes and Kaia pulled the knife out.

“You twerps will pay for this. Don’t forget it.”

“Well then,” she hovered above him with a smile, “wait in line. I have an entire affiliation who would be dying to get revenge on me. Isn’t that right, Lance?”

“Looks like our job is done,” Kaia said out loud as the runts dragged their leader away. Turning towards Lance, she winked. “Want me to kiss your booboo now?”


Sasil

 

[Sasil]

Kaye Nightingale: A Dreamer

➣ The Treasure
➣ Interactions: AJ; Polaris.
➣ Status: Completed?

Kaye mentally struggled to keep her control of her dark creation. She wasn't as good as she was now a days--in the past she urged to get better. trained hard, it took a lot to get used to keeping your mind on what was before your eyes and what another set of eyes saw. She could do it though, that was what she kept telling herself. With every fight she went through, every training in school.

Kaye worked hard so no one would have to protect her.

While her wolf creation struggled to keep the beasts away Kaye ran around the room looking for openings to try and get her beast to work and destroy. The blood of the ferrets dripped off the soot beast she had manifested. Soon, with Aj's help they defeated the creatures. The bodies littered the floor. It was a good thing that they had finished when they did. Panting Kaye looked to her wolf beast calling the beast back to her. Before her eyes it faded. While she may have needed it again, through the doors, she knew that that creation had wouldn't last another fight. If there was to be another fight.

With the eerie feeling in the air, Kaye had a feeling that there would definitely be another fight. They hadn't found the treasure yet. More then likely it would be guarded by something fierce, why did she think that? In any book that she had read as a child that was the final battle. You never got anything for free. Sure, they had just fought something but those where nothing but minions. This wasn't going to be that.

Swallowing hard she followed with AJ, the both of them refusing to talk much. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest, beating loudly. It nearly stopped when they came to the door. Seeing what was behind it though? It stopped nearly.

"We do not have the power to stop that. Or defeat it." Kaye whispered to AJ as he eyed the treasure it sat on. It coiled around the gleaming treasure, fire melting as it came in contact with it. It hadn't seen them yet. It knew something wasn't wrong though, its nostrils moving, looking. Something was off.

"We need a plan, if we run into this without one it's not going to work." Kaye spoke grasping his arm tightly. She knew him, this would be okay if they had weapons. But they didn't just a fishing poll and Kaye's beasts. Her beasts. The thought crossed her mind, it was tricky but it could work.

Rummaging back into her bag she took out her sketch book, flipping the pages frantically looking for a newer sketch. Finally a vibrant blue dragon appeared on the page. It wasn't a good idea. Kaye had never controlled something that big before, it would take a lot of work and she wouldn't be able to keep it under control for very long.

She saw the look of worry on AJ's face as he seemed to connect the dots to her idea. "If you can immobilize the beast for even just a bit, my dragon can bash the dragon into those pillars." Kaye spoke pointing them out peeking out briefly. "If the roof falls on it, it should destroy it." she bit her lip taking the page out.

"It's my only idea." she finally said. "At this moment, I wish I could make water." she laughed lightly looking to her friends. With the plan, not a great plan, but a plan nonetheless they moved out into the open area.

The Inferno Dragon knew instantly that they where there--letting out a roar of protest before Kaye tossed the page to the ground. he focused her whole being on the paper, praying that AJ was protecting her as the beast rose from its page. It was completely in focus. It's bits falling to the ground but it was just as menacing as the Inferno Dragon letting out a competitive roar back in preparation for the fight.

Kaye swallowed hard moving to the side as the dragon started to fight, she was focusing her might on keeping the dragon busy making him hit the beams on its own while AJ did his best to keep his control over the dragon. When he had the chance he did it but could only hold it for a few seconds--by the time Kaye's dragon was able to react the beast came back to movement throwing the dragon across the room.

It stung Kayes shoulder but she kept fighting. The beams where working, the roof was moaning with every beat. "It's going to work!" Kaye cried out to AJ just in time to be completely thrown to the ground. The Inferno Dragon threw its head back, Kaye was helpless before the beast before froze. Kaye panted, her head stung her lungs hurt--but she saw her opportunity came. With all the strength that Kaye could muster she had her dragon threw the inferno dragon against the pillars the roof finally falling to the ground.

Its cry was cut short as the wood collapsed on top of it. Kaye moved faster then she had before, joining AJ on the other side of the room. Gripping her right shoulder her beast disappeared to the ground with a thud, its death lingering in Kaye's body.

"Well, looks like we got the treasure." She laughed looking to AJ a moment before smiling. "We get to keep some of it right?" she laughed lightly leaning against him.​

coded by: Polaris

I close my eyes & I paint my dreams

 

[Polaris.]

A J A X
”Seeing people change isn’t what hurts the most. It’s remember who they used to be.”​

✘

Protect Don Cielo's || Downtown Requiem || Ajax, Uriah, & Jasmine || In Progress ​

Ajax allowed Uriah to be the peacekeeper, appointing him by spirit while he ate a little bit of every dishes. Uriah, however, was proving to be realistically awful at keeping peace. What the hell was he thinking? A little forkful of Tortellini Pasticciati and another spoonful of lasagna yet he couldn’t take a third bite without Uriah leaning onto his shoulder declaring their imminent death. He turned over, putting his fork down before pushing the Pandora’s president forehead off his shoulder with his palm. “Get off me,” he merely murmured in a bored tone. The other two, Sarvio and Earnest, he suddenly had an urge to laugh at the latter’s name. The mother sure had high hopes for a lackey who found work in bullying others into submission.

When Jasmine stepped out to mediate, Ajax knew they were in good hands. He sliced a cube of cheese, putting it on his cracker before slowly putting it in his mouth as the situation played out like a theatre musical. Jasmine made an effort to turn to look at Uriah and Ajax leaned towards him curiously, “Why is she staring at you like that?” he asked, another spoonful of ratatouille.

Giovanni seemed to conclude all talks and motioned the others to take charge. Jasmine was the first to jump into the battle and Ajax quickly looked around for plastic containers and caps. Plates effortlessly floated up away from the table, away from the damage as the four men charged towards them. “Uriah, quick. Get the plastic containers!” Their plan was quickly halted by Jasmine’s voice across the table. He paused for a moment, thinking over her words for a split second before shaking his head. “No. These guys can wait.” Uriah, being a trooper unlike Jasmine, had no problem helping Ajax pack the food away before joining the fight. The four men were evidently vexed at their nonchalance. When the food was safely out of the way, he quickly dodged a punch thrown his way. It seemed like they thought Uriah was much more of a challenge as three surrounded him while Ajax only had one that was blazing with confidence. He knew being scrawny had its advantages and being grossly underestimated is one of them.

“You sure your men don’t need help taking on a beast?” He gestured to Uriah with a wave of hand.

“Ay, me people can take down a little punk,” he scoffed and Ajax shrugged.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let’s get this over with.”

What a pain.

With Uriah preoccupied, Ajax was blocked off from exiting the booth with the other in his way.

“Going somewhere ey?” With a closer inspection, he was holding a pocket knife grinning and gleaming with threatening intent. With one right knee onto the cushy booth seat, the knife was held in a manner meant for stabbing repeatedly, gripped with all four fingers yet it only took Ajax and his fork to stop its momentum. The blade got stuck onto the small gap between the narrow tines and with a sharp twist of of his twist, Ajax forcefully jerked the handle from its owner’s hand. He supposed he could have used his anima and made it easier on himself but this man barely posed a challenge.

Ajax opened his mouth to yawn before twirling the pocket knife in a circular motion with his fingers. Without a moment’s notice, (because what is a fight without the element of surprise) he swiftly elbowed his opponent’s windpipe, forcing the male to stagger backwards allowing him to finally leave the booth. The now on the verge of exploding male began launching at full speed, throwing fists imprecisely in anger and umbrage. He wasn’t going to waste his anima on the likes of this. He could tell even Jasmine wasn’t impressed at all by the brainless show of strength. After blocking a punch, Ajax retaliate with a kick to the shin, and an elbow to the temple causing the brain to swing violently against the skull, successfully knocking his opponent out.

He turned to Giovanni and with a dry tone, the Syndicate president finally inserted himself into the conversation. “If you were going to make me fight, at least be somewhat of a threat. What a waste of my time.”

The way he fought screamed Syndicate deviating drastically from other affiliation counterparts. Whereas Jasmine excels in arbitration, Ajax silenced others with force.

Aster Makomin

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[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Ajax Polaris. and Jasmine Aster
Quest: Protect Don Cielo's
Status: In progress
Location: Requiem City
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The fact that the blond president of Syndicate prioritising his food containers were a sight to behold. But then again, for anyone who knew Ajax, they would indeed know that he is not as scary as many believe he might be.

Well, as long as you don't piss him off really bad. Annoying him is fine. It's what Uriah Kershaw is best at doing anyways.

"I don't know. Jas probably thinks that we have a telepathy thing because we're all best friends." Uriah replied to the male with a shrug. If his affiliation members were to hear him speak, they would think that he was joking. However, the president of Pandora had a small flashback of a sort to the day where bribery had worked in his favour for the both of the presidents. For Ajax, it was easily food. As for Jasmine, he merely had to pester her and give her his puppy (Namean Lion) eyes. It all paid off with them reluctantly taking in his handmade friendship bracelet. Nevertheless, the memory of such incident gave him something to be very happy about for a week.

Coming back to reality, he noted that some of Giovanni's men have decided that not only struggling in the coiled body of Jasmine's magma snake was a good idea but one of them, thought that he was probably the world's smartest man by punching it in the head. "Whatever floats your boat, men!" He called out as they awaited the wrath of Jasmine.

Wait. Isn't Jasmine Italian too?

Before being able to finish his thoughts, however, three men approached him. Maybe they decided that fighting with Ajax would take a longer time considering his preferred speed is equivalent to that of a sloth. Uriah smiled at the thought.

"Whatcha' smiling at, ya' punk?" One of the man half spat and half spoke out at the male as he moved forward to grab Uriah Kershaw by the collar and held him up against the nearest wall. Ah, the bliss of being bisexual means that he doesn't feel uncomfortable with being inches away from anyone's face. Except for the fact that this member of the so called 'mafia' had a bad breath.

"Laughing at how we're gonna kick your behind." Uriah gave his infamous grin once again before he willed himself to transform into his lion form.

The said man who had once gotten a hold of Uriah's collar panicked for a moment as it seemed like the blond had 'disintegrated' into the ground, only to find a rather large lion looking straight at him. Uriah growled in his lion form before pouncing at him, using his claws to leave a rather deep mark on the man's back before making his way to dealing with the other two. After a gathering of clawing, biting and the ripping of clothes and roars, Uriah was done with the three men. He whipped their faces with his tail before grabbing his pool of clothing that was on the floor with his mouth.

Approaching Ajax, Uriah nudged the male with his nose before gesturing to his clothes held in his mouth. "Keep them, would you?" Uriah asked him before nodding to Giovanni. "Go at him, would you? I'm kinda hungry." Uriah yawned in his lion form before settling in a corner and opening one of the food containers. Having a snack wouldn't hurt once in awhile. Jasmine seemed to be done with the men on her part too.

 

[Aster]

▼​

Interactions: Uriah Makomin Ajax Polaris.
Mentions: None
Quest: Protect Don Cielo's
Status: On going
Location: Downtown Requiem

Jasmine Bermout​

It didn't take the red head long to disarm the remaining henchmen. His form was weak and his movements were brash and predictable. If Jasmine had to rate the performance, she'd give it a D at best, though she would admit that the man's attack force and durability was impressive. It would've been more so if his attacks actually landed, but the red head decided to hold back her lecture this round. She tutted under her breath as she found an opening to jam the butt of her rapier right under the chin of the henchmen. His head snapped back with a gruesome crack and for good measure, Jasmine slammed the boot of her heel into his inner knee, sending him crashing.

Finding the situation now stabilized, her rapier was placed back into its sheath and Jasmine looked up to see a giant lion attempting to open a container filled with food. Her eyes narrowed. How the two managed to get ALL that in containers and defeat the rest of the henchmen was something which not only questioned their abilities but their priorities. Jasmine did not even want to know why they found it so necessary. She shook her head and made the mistake of letting her guard down.

The sound a barrel clicking alerted her attention far too late as she turned, finding herself only inches away from a loaded pistol. Giovanni was trembling but his grip remained hard on the gun. His index finger hovered over the trigger and his aim was directly bull's eye to Jasmine's forehead, reminding Jasmine that her hair color was similar to the red on an archer's target practice. This did not help at all.

"Don't move! If you move, I'll shoot!" Giovanni yelled, when Jasmine shifted. His thick accent slipped through. Jasmine scolded herself mentally at making such a careless mistake. If only she hadn't gotten distracted by the large fur ball in one of the booths. It was far too risky to try to disarm him herself so she obeyed, rapidly thinking of ways she could counter the situation.

"Calm down, Giovanni," she tried to reason, "No one's going to hurt you. You don't want to do th--"

The sound of the gun shot firing cut her off. The bullet whizzed by her ear, slicing through the air and left a hole in the wall behind her. Instead of fear, Jasmine was furious, but the gun was reloaded as quickly as her anger flared. If looks could kill, Giovanni would be disintegrated.

 

[Aster]

Ophelia Sinclair​

Quest: Protect the Boss
Status: Incomplete

The sudden addition of another player had Ophelia nearly bouncing in her seat with delight. She had twisted Jasmine's hatred for Jamal into confusion, all the while, milking out the information that Jasmine was indeed, in love with a commoner. It was like a Romeo and Juliet play only this time, the antagonist was pretty, blonde Character B. There was now no regret in taking on this job. Things were finally interesting.

The doors were kept lock and Ophelia was just barely strong enough to keep Jasmine in the car, especially when her secret lover made his appearance. She watched as hope ignited in Jasmine's eyes as the boy - Ophelia decided to name him Aladdin, based off a very old tale she read about in the library - fought Quinn, almost matching her in skill. Even the blonde was impressed. Being a prefect in syndicate, she knew what a diligent person Quinn was, especially given her rigorous training regime. To be able to come to par with such a fighter... Ophelia may have use for him yet. Her eerily smile went unnoticed as Jasmine struggled to free herself from Ophelia's grasp.

"Let me go! If you support love, you'd do this for me," Jasmine thrashed, trying to free her wrist from Ophelia's grip. "Aladdin! Aladdin!" she cried. Ophelia wondered if she knew that the limo was soundproof from the inside. Even if she did scream, no one would hear her. She went unmoved by Jasmine's words, but let go of the girl regardless. Not because someone as vile as Ophelia supported the idiocractic notion of love, but because Aladdin (what a coincidence) was successfully taken out by Quinn. Jasmine ran out of the car as Quinn bandaged his arm.

Ophelia followed laxly, humming with her hands folded behind her back. She watched with shining eyes as Jasmine cradled Aladdin's body, letting a fresh wave of heavy sobs rack her body. She cursed and apologized and murmured a string of words, hugging as though her life depended on it. Perhaps she was going to say good bye. It would be impossible for her to run without leaving Aladdin behind, and if there was one thing Ophelia knew about... love (read in a disgusted, loathed tone), it was that it prevented you from doing the smart thing. Jasmine wouldn't run, not if it meant leaving Aladdin behind. At best, she'd continue to fight the magisters off with every ounce of energy in her left, just as her lover had. Or maybe she'd do something else, equally stupid and futile.

Ophelia tilted her head, watching the scene. She grew bored quickly and was sure that Quinn was unhappy with her letting Jasmine out of the car. The glare she gave her told her that much. Fix this, it seemed to say and Ophelia knew she ought to oblige if she wished to stay on Quinn's not-too-bad-but-still-bad side. With a sigh, she broke up the heartwarming reunion with a touch of her fingers.

Normally, Ophelia did not have to touch her victim to activate her anima, but heavy emotions, especially complicated ones like love were always trickier to deal with. Her fingertips brushed against Jasmine's forehead, only to be slapped away rudely by the sobbing girl. Piqued, Ophelia roughly grabbed Jasmine by the chin, squeezing her face as she ripped through her memory. She had wanted to be merciful at first, maybe only take out this memory and leave the others intact. Petty and vengeful, Ophelia was merciless in removing all the memories she could find on poor Aladdin.

The insignia in her eye glowed as she greedily took pieces away from Jasmine's mind; regretfully, she had no access to what was inside the memories she's stolen. Like a robber stealing files from a library, Ophelia successfully took out everything under the name Aladdin. By the time she was done, Jasmine sat there with silent tears staining her cheeks, quiet in a daze. Ophelia let go roughly, eyeing the scene from her peripheral vision. She was disgusted with how the noble was acting and was ready to finish the mission.

"Is he alright?" Jasmine asked, unaware of her own crying, "What happened to him?"

"The tree which fell down injured him. Quinn helped bandaged him up," Ophelia answered blandly, watching carefully for any signs of failure. Memory manipulation was tricky and Ophelia could never be too sure of how her victims may react.

"Do you know him?" she asked, watching as Jasmine set Aladdin down on the grass, eyes studying his face like he was a puzzle she could unlock.

"No, but he looks... familiar," Jasmine answered, getting up when Quinn placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to Quinn, determined and worried, "You'll make sure he's alright, right? If you... if you take care of him, I promise I won't struggle along the rest of the way," Jasmine proposed, almost looking unsure of what she was doing herself.

Ophelia's brows raised, "You'll sacrifice your future for a stranger?" she prompted, a bit annoyed that her anima did not work the way she had hoped it would.

Jasmine looked back at Aladdin before turning to the two magisters to answer, "I don't know why, but yes. For him, I would."

Love was always such a tricky memory. Ophelia would never understand it.

Interactions: Quinn Elenion Aura | Mentions: None​

 

[chamomile]

cecilia

cece may || questing; starapple orchards || tref forest || in progress || solo

Cecilia May hasn't been anywhere outside of the city. And what better way to improve that fact than to get out there and meet up with the locals herself.

She hopped off the bus that sent her there, and immediately the wind ruffled her curls in greeting. The driver waved at her when she glanced back to say thank you before driving off into the horizon. She takes a quick scan of her surroundings then picked one of the path to start her exploration.

She isn't a nature girl, that she knew from all the years living in a city of grey buildings and glass towers. So this was a refreshing change of scenery-- the colour, the air full of sweet scents she doesn't recognise and the feeling of her fingers against the waxy leaves of a hedge, untrimmed, but it adds to the charm of it all.

The Pandoran offered a wide beam to the lady who walked in the opposite direction, showing enough enthusiasm to stop her in her tracks to make the small talk and acquire the information she needs.

"Hello, there," she begins. "I'm not from around here, is this the right direction to the orchard?"

"Which one?" she asks, examining her closely. She leaned on her umbrella, and glasses perched low on the tip of her nose.

"Starapple orchard," Cece answers.

The old woman nods politely and told her to enjoy herself at the countryside before continuing her walk to wherever. A grin was plastered on her face as she walks amongst the greenery that led to a small town. See, she signed up to do a simple little quest while she's out and about, now very proud of her rare dose of productivity. It wasn't what she was used to, just some relaxing work on the farm she was informed, picking up fruits. Cece tries not to wander too much, looking at the crafts shops and the farmers fresh market.

She spots an area full of trees with branches that stretch just slightly taller than her, with a sign that gave away the exact place she needs to be. And of course the familiar red fruits with certain lumps jutting out.

There was a cottage in the front of the land, and it sat with an active chimney. She approaches and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"I'm a magister, we talked on the phone? I agreed to assist with whatever you need." she explained. "I'm just notifying you that I'm here."

He opens the door, a man with wrinkles and rugged features looking at her with scrutiny and doubt. She hadn't looked much like city-goer, and pocketed most of her rings into the flaps of her loose trousers. She poses with her left hand next to her face where he could see her insignia through the hole in her glove.

The farmer gave a small ah. "You can find baskets over on that side of the house. One of them should do, I just need a bushel."

"Of course, right away sir."

"Watch out for the wolves. I don't want no killings."

"I understand."

Satisfied with her answer, he retires with a slam of the door and she begins to do the work she was assigned. Cece reaches for basket, a metal frame lined with a sack-like fabric, trudging to the nearest tree and began picking away peacefully, humming a Spanish song.