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[Aster]

Ophelia Sinclair​

Quest: Protect the Boss
Status: Incomplete

Quinn's quick thinking left the servants and the Duke awestruck. In no time, the Syndicate babe was out the window, already beginning her pursuit on the rebellious heir. Ophelia figured it wouldn't be long for her to catch her and clapped her hands once to recapture their attention. Eyes peeled out the window turned to her, surprised and startled. She smiled and tilted her head: a small gesture towards the door before she turned on her heel to meet Quinn and Jasmine halfway.

The Duke and a few curious servants followed behind her. "Will she be okay?" the Duke asked, taking quick steps to match Ophelia's long strides. Despite being average in height, she was nearly double his height. The calm upturn of her lips never left, even as she answered Duke Alabrah with comfort, "Quinn's capable. She'll be fine."

The Duke frowned, shaking his head. The large feather in the center of his souffle-like turban shook with it. "No, not her. I meant Jasmine. I can't marry her off if Lord Jamal finds her... ineffective." Ophelia quirked a brow at the choice of words. She hadn't heard the details but that alone told her much of their relationship. Ineffective and not injured? Seemed like Duke Alabrah was as rumors said: a real shit of a father.

"Ah, no. I'm sure Jasmine will be fine as well." As long as she doesn't struggle, she thought to herself, rounding towards the back of the mansion where Jasmine and Quinn were. She made a small applause at Quinn's accomplishment, voice sweet but mocking when she approached, "Oh goodie, looks like the princess is captured. Should we restrain her in case she tries to run again?" Her answer was met with a fierce glare, full of contempt, honed and deadly: a familiar expression, a satisfying one. The look alone made her smile widen. She licked her lips before turning to face the Duke.

"We'll take care of things from here," Ophelia said, "We'll meet up again at Lord Jamal's place after Jasmine is safely escorted." There was a black limousine parked outside the mansion gate. Ophelia figured that would be their ride. Moving to stand on Jasmine's side, the young heir was sandwiched between the blonde and Quinn. The Duke took one last glance at them before nodding; he turned to leave but was stopped by his daughter's harsh cry.

"Wait! Just tell me one thing," Jasmine said, voice pleading, "Why?" Her words seemed to anchor the Duke in place, but even as he looked at her, Ophelia saw no pity in his eyes, no ounce of regret. "Why are you doing this? Don't I deserve to marry for love like mom did?"

There was a short silence as the Duke carefully chose his words, "Lord Jamal will take care of you. Marrying him would be better than marrying someone without a penny to their name. Even if you don't love him, you'll soon come to love his coin. Money," his voice dipped greedily, "Is happiness."

His answer brought a howl of rage and instinctively, Ophelia held her back by the arm while Quinn took her by the other. She was using language no noble would ever dare to use in public. This made things all the more interesting. Ophelia couldn't help but snigger, her soft laughter drowned by Jasmine's hurt screams.

The Duke turned away to leave, his last words thrown over his shoulders silencing his daughter, "Oh and by the way, your mother didn't marry for love. She was the same as you." His short figure disappeared as the mansion doors closed shut.

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The car ride to Lord Jamal's place was cold, the silence which fell deafening, and the tension as thick as the bullet proof windshield. Between Quinn and Ophelia sat a sniffling Jasmine who was now beginning to sober up from her earlier episode. She was gloomy, having resided to her fate now that Quinn was there to see her wedding (or was it engagement?) through.

Ophelia frowned at this. Gloomy people were no fun. Gloomy people couldn't break. Surely there must be something to re-ignite the fire in her eyes.

"Hey Jasmine," she broke the peace, speaking casually to the heiress. There were no need for formalities. Her status was on par with hers. "Why are you so against the marriage? Jamal can't be that bad of a person," she mused, curious to see her opinion on the man. Ophelia herself, had never heard of him, let alone met him. Must be one of those wealthy good-for-nothings who purchased the title of a Lord for themselves.

That she was certain. The Sinclairs, though not as high statused as the Bermouts, knew most, if not all of those from noble kin. They kept their lineage pure, untainted by non-Royal blood.

Interactions: Quinn Elenion Aura | Mentions: None​

 

[Skryx]

Robert Daze

Interactions: Kaye Sasil Kaia Polaris.
Quest: Rats Infestation
Status: In progress

Rob swore under his breath as Kaia flicked on the lights and the warehouse was bathed in light, revealing just how many rats there were in the warehouse. "Goddess dammit." They swarmed towards him, scuttling across the floor. He kicked them away, sending most of them flying, but more kept coming and soon some were clinging and gnawing on his shoes, starting to climb up the hem of his pants. "Bloody rats," he cursed as some jumped at him from the stacks of boxes and he had to bat them away with him hands and coming away with small cuts from their claws and bites. He wished he had a weapon of some sort -he didn't want to shift just yet, but he was quite defenseless at the moment. Luckily Kaye made her way over to him before he got overwhelmed, helping him fight them back. "Thanks," he grinned at her.

"I think they're coming from down there," Rob said, once he had a moment to glance around, seeing the steady stream of dark furred bodies surging up the steps and along the railings. "I'll take a quick look around to be sure. Let's not waste time with the grunts-" with that he finally shifted his form, morphing quickly into a moderately sized barn owl. Big enough to handle the rats easily, but small enough to be about to fly in the cramped space. He took flight, taking to the air and flapping his wings until he was above the aisles and knocking stray rats off the top. Goddess, some of them were running along the rafters. Some of them even had the audacity to drop on him from above. Several missed, but a few managed to snag onto his feathers. Screeching in annoyance, he flipped over and swerved wildly to shake them off. A quick circuit of the warehouse with his beady eyes scanning it showed no other obvious entrances. Definitely the basement then.

He arced back around, diving into snag a few rats every now and then and snap their necks easily with his talons and sharp beak before he saw the Nightingals coming up in view once again, fighting off the rats with the help of the two cats Kaye had summoned. Knowing they would take the hint, he swooped downward, aiming straight for the stairway. The downdraft he generated send several of the rodents back down the steps and his sharp eyes adjusted to the darkness as he dove in.

It was almost startlingly spacious down here compared to the clutter in the floor above. The floor was wet, puddles forming in the uneven floor, ripples spreading chaotically from the stream of rats scrambling towards the stairs. He flew deeper inside, safely above them and navigating the mossy stone pillars and creaky wooden supports with ease, trying to find the source. Suddenly something crashed into him before he had a chance to react, sending him crashing through damp wood, splintering into his back. He landed in cold, murky water. The force of the blow stunned Rob so much that he shifted back into his human form. "Oww," he groaned, head still spinning and trying to get his bearings. As a human his eyes couldn't discern anything in the pitch black darkness - he blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to it. Huge red eyes glared at him from the gloom.

"Oh shit," he cursed, scrambling to get to his feet and away from that thing. Not a moment too soon, as he heard something loud crash landing where he was just seconds before. "A little help would be great Nightingals!" He yelled. "I think I found our Rat King!" His dazed mind struggled to think of what kind of bird would be best for this.

 

[Elenion Aura]

no slide

Quest #3: Monster Raid

Quinn let her arrows fly, one after the other, nearly all of them making their mark. Each hit marked another dead Tenebris. These creatures were frail. The majority of the power of these beasts was concentrated in the largest one. For now, the guardsmen held it at bay with shield and spear, but try as they might, their steel could not pierce its hide. Quinn chose to destroy the ones that she could, for now, and hope that once the fodder was eliminated, their combined might would be enough to slay the terrible monster that towered over fully grown men, swiped at them with large, crustacean-like claws, and every so often emitted a shrill, piercing screech.

Eyes on the targets in the air, Quinn readied her bow, training her sights on the latest, nearest flying Tenebrae. She drew back the bow, arrow nocked and held in place between her middle and index fingers, but chose to hold her fire. Quinn had predicted the creature's flight path, envisioned its intended target in her mind: the haughty Pandora VP, whose back just so happened to be turned. Quinn lowered her bow and turned her attentions to finding another mark. It was in that moment that she heard Kat's ugly voice, which dared offer her a command. Turning, her expression impassive, Quinn took one look at Kat, wherein their eyes briefly locked. In the next beat, the syndicate prefect drew back the arrow she had previously spared and loosed it upon the creature as it was making ready to take another pass at the girl with the metal sword. The bolt tip struck the Tenebris between its black, beady eyes and lodged itself in its skull. With little more than a whimper, the bat went limp in midair and dropped. Its momentum carried it forward enough to land on the floor at Kat's feet before evaporating into black mist. Poor creature couldn't even do one bit of good in its short, miserable life.

The battle raged on. No sense in standing about, dawdling. Quinn again went on the offensive, putting Kat out of sight and out of mind, she began hunting for her next target. One of the two-legged beasts caught sight of her, though Quinn struggled to find anything on its body that even vaguely resembled eyes, and charged. Quinn nocked yet another conjured arrow. Lining up her shot, she nearly fired upon the encroaching creature. Luckily, she did not, noticing the guardsman about to engage the Tenebris instead. She left it to him, and was yet again on the hunt when suddenly,

"Look out!"

The warning cry came too late for those who needed it most. The large crustacean/praying mantis hybrid Tenebris broke through the shield wall and scuttled forward. It jabbed at a downed guard with its spiked foreleg, impaling the man through his chainmail and lifting him up as though his weight were inconsequential. Undaunted, Quinn fired an arrow at the creature as its bulbous eyes inspected its fresh kill still impaled upon its claw. The arrow ricocheted off the creature's tough outer carapace, and succeeded in only gaining the monstrosity's attention. Letting loose a feral shriek, the mantis dislodged its claw from the carcass that landed on the floor and charged Quinn with surprising speed for a monster so large. Ditching the bow and arrow almost immediately, as it had become clear that a weapon like that would be cumbersome and invariably slow her down, Quinn backpedaled away. Not fast enough, as the creature was already within striking distance, it reared back on its many skittering hind legs and struck at her with its blood-splattered foreleg.

Quinn dove to the side to avoid the blow. She tumbled and used the momentum of her dive to roll up back to her feet. As she did, she called into being a three-pronged spear, like the trident wielded by the pagan god of the oceans, and flourished it behind her back. Megamantis wheeled around, finding its enemy in time to feel the sharp sting of the trident's blade strike its hide. Quinn's aim was lacking, and as before with the arrow, the thrust of her spear yielded only a glancing blow. The beast's armor was too thick to be pierced by steel alone. Cursing under her breath, Quinn ducked backwards to avoid the swing of Megamantis' sickled foreleg, breaking away to gain more ground and draw the monster away from the rest of its kin. The last thing she wanted was to have to battle this creature as well as contend with its lesser cousins simultaneously. Analyzing its form, Quinn took notice of tiny slivers of flesh in between its armored exterior. Like a knight in steel plate armor, the creature was weakest at the gaps in its exoskeleton. A well placed spear between the glossy black shell could very well bring the beast down. However, Quinn also noted that the gaps in between the plates were too small to fit the blade of the spear between them, and that this only changed when the mantis was rearing back in preparation to strike. Therefore, in order to land a fatal blow, she would have to put herself at risk of being struck by its clawed foreleg, which spelled almost certain death.

Quinn began circling the creature, strafing to her right, triple pronged spear tucked up and away underneath the crook of her arm. Megamantis followed her movements with bulging, black eyes, its many small legs scuttling furiously in order to turn its massive body fast enough to keep up with her. As it geared up to strike, Quinn planted her feet and readied her spear. In order to succeed, nay, survive, her timing would have to be perfect. Her grip on the shaft tightened as the monster readied its attack: an overhead claw smash. Apparently it intended to try and squash her, as though she were the insect in this situation. As the claw fell for her like a hammer aiming to strike down a nail into the ground, Quinn dodged to her right and plunged her spear forward, towards an exposed opening in its armor at the base of its foreleg's connection to what could only be assumed to be the creature's thorax. The steel three pronged spear bit into the exposed flesh like ice, and the beast squealed with alarm and immediately began thrashing wildly. Quinn barely had enough time to get clear, forced to abandon her spear which was promptly snapped in half by the mantis' rampage. She'd managed a flesh wound, but it had not nearly been enough to stop the beast.

Quinn slunk away, needing to reformulate a battle strategy. Meanwhile, emboldened by Quinn's display, several of the surviving guard charged the mantis, and aimed their blows for the junctions, weak points, chinks in the armor, as Quinn had.

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[Elenion Aura]

x QUEST x

Starapple Orchards


x STATUS x

In progress


x LOCATION x

Tref Forest, Autumnwood


x TEAM x

Team Genesis / Quad Squad: Jasmine( Aster ), Jensen( Finalizer ), Bobbi( Skryx ) & Zander

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Quest #2: Starapple Orchards

Goddess, a flu again? A wave of deja vu crashed over Zander's head as he listened to the sniffly farmer explain the mission. His ponderously long speech boiled down to two simple objectives: (1) collect the apples in the basket, and (2) don't get eaten by wolves. Just like last time. Even the baskets were the same, Zander thought to himself as he was handed the wicker creation that he might have held on that day all those long years ago. And yet, if the old man recognized the group of kids, now all grown up, from years ago doing the same work for him all over again, he made no effort to show it. Instead he simply thanked them for their troubles, and sent them off into the fields as he blustered a sneeze into a clearly overused handkerchief.

Zander walked ahead along the earthen path into the orchard, beneath the trees, wherein fickle sunlight fell between the leaves and painted his face with funny-looking shadows. Looking over his shoulder at the other three as they caught up to him, them laughing about some memory of this or that, Zander was reminded of how much had changed in only half a decade, and also how much had stayed the same. Bobbi was still as sleepy as ever, Jasmine still her old mothering self... Jensen was still an idiot. The essence of themselves they had preserved despite the hardships they'd faced.

"You guys gonna reminisce all day or can we get to work already?"

Zander smiled, a half-smile, the way he'd used to smile way back when he was a little punk. He was still that little shit, too, only bigger. A shine of red caught his eye. In the nearby tree hung a big, beautiful looking apple, the kind that looked like it belonged in the movies it was so pristine. Zander reached up, plucked it, and hovered there with apple in hand as he debated. Making his choice, he rubbed the apple up and down a few times on his shirt to clean it then took a great big bite, the juices running down the corners of his mouth. Chomp.

"Mmm. 'S good."

Before any of them could tell him how he should be collecting apples not eating them, Zander took another large bite - he'd nearly eaten half the apple already - and tossed the remains to Jens. Think fast! He chuckled. It was always fun to mess with Jensen, even after so many years of doing it. Some things just never got old.

After that, the team got to work. They picked the orchard in sections. Like locusts, they moved from one tree to the next, picking it clean of the best, most succulent looking apples. Zander ate a few more, til he felt like he might get a stomach ache from all the apples he'd eaten. But then, he ate one more anyway.

"After this, you guys wanna stop some place along the way for food?"

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[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Kaia Polaris. and Rob Skryx
Quest: Protect the Boss
Status: In progress
Location: Requiem City // Mansion
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Considering the trio (and undoubtedly, the bald guard) was tired of Princess Jasmine escaping, his level of fighting others weren't that high. As such, Uriah Kershaw decided it would be best of him to actually not transfigure into one of his bestiary form because of the former and he didn't want to actually change back into his clothes yet again. "I really hope the money is worth all of this." Was all he said before he ducked an attack from the very large man who had started this. "You're going down, shorty!" he yelled before aiming his club at the shorter male and charging for him.

"You did not just-" the blond was never one to get offended when anyone insulted him, in fact, he sometimes even saw it as hidden affection (courtesy to a certain Syndicate president mostly). However, he did have a thing against people other than his friends and even acquaintance making fun of his height, just because he wouldn't be the first few to be picked to play a sport that required height like basketball. "You're dead." Was all Uriah said before ducked at the giant's advances. He then took the leftover of the ropes he had from tying Jasmine to actually trip the other male. And just like that, the giant fell and was unconscious. There was a moment of silence before Uriah Kershaw blinked in astonishment, "Well...that was easy."

He then made his way to his friends just as Kaia handed Jasmine over to her betrothed. It was almost a moment of bliss until Kaia Nightingale tripped over the jewels that Rob and himself actually picked from the Duke's house as well as the carriage they were on. Oh no. To add onto that, when she fell, she broke the priced gem that the ring held. Oh no.

The next thing he knew was the three of them being thrown into a jail cell.

What an exciting quest they were having.

The blond held onto the bars of the cell before dialing the only reliable person he knew.

Ring, ring, ring....

"Hello?"

"Ajaaaaaax. I need your help. It;s Uriah-" Before he could finish his sentence, the phone was hung up.

"Hello? Ajax??"

Oh no.

The male handed the phone back to the guard before turning to his friends. "Seems like he was busy." He said before sighing. "I guess we'll be staying here for a bit." was all Uriah Kershaw said before making his way to the corner of the cell crouching down and looking at Rob. "She tripped over your jeans. I won the best."He smirked before continuing, "Your jewels were confiscated before mine so..." He then walked over to Rob before wrapping his arm around the male's shoulder.

"Plus, you farted in front of Jasmine and stank the carriage so I doubt she'll have a lasting impression that doesn't stink," the blond male laughed aloud despite their current situation.

 

[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
”It's hard to explain puns to a kleptomaniac, because…They always take things literally! Ha-ha!” ​

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Rat Infestation || Requiem City || Kaye & Robbie || In Progress​

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Her sister had her animals under control with succinct precision and Kaia whistled, impressed and terrified when Kaye thought the the rats found her attractive. “No thank you, Rob can win Requiem Top Model in this case,” she shook her head adamantly. They were so filthy, she wanted to demolish their presence and hurry out of here. “Don’t tell me…it’s the rat king?” Kaia laughed, it was more of a joke to her as she killed the rats by draining the oxygen out of their lungs. As Kaye slowly inched towards Robbie, Kaia watched both of them from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t keen how close they were in proximity even if it was a good distance apart. She narrowed her eyes but she couldn’t keep focus on them due to the charging rats. She gritted her teeth in irritation, these rats were in her way. She kept them at bay with her anima as she narrowed her eyes at her best friend.

Stop hitting on my sister or I’ll shave you bald, she almost threatened even if they weren’t technically flirting, to Kaia, it felt like they were making oogly eyes at each other. Okay, she was slightly exaggerating, they were barely talking to one another but she knew Robbie and he liked a challenge. And that’s what Kaye was. A challenge thanks to Kaia being directly in his way. At Robbie’s voice, her head turned watching him turn into a bird, completely mortified because he was going to strip away her sister’s innocence once he changes back in his all naked glory form. Being a good friend though, the female ran upstairs to gather his clothes not wanting it to be stained or crawled all over by ugly creatures.

While they were reckless and proud, Kaia had complete trust in Robbie and when he dived downwards, she followed him gesturing Kaye to follow her. “I think Robbie found something, let’s go.” She descended down the stairs into the basement with slippery floor indicating mold and the amount of rats were just scarring at this point. She walked with caution alongside her sister, trying to use Robbie as a point of navigation. Darkness cloaked any light that appeared and it was harder to see once they were back downstairs. Even if her eyes were slowly adjusting to it, she could only see bright beady eyes shining back at them. At the sudden change back to his human form, Kaia ran up to Robbie just as he scrambled to get back. “Kaye, oh lord, close your eyes!” Her head whipped around, warning her sister just as she tossed Robbie’s clothes over her shoulder. “You okay? Just keep him distracted, I got you,” she patted his shoulder.

“Kaye, you and Robbie take out the king with your beasts and I’ll take care of all his minions so you have free range to do whatever.”

She took a deep breath, backing away from the ginormous creature as each rats charged at them due to the king’s instructions. “Robbie, back away,” she warned the male before taking out a small matchbox that she usually shoved inside her bra. She lit one up, tossed it and once it reached the rat king, she used gas to turn a single flame into a medium size explosion thanks to its reaction with oxygen. That was enough to destroy a good amount of minions meanwhile stunning the King who fell backwards before quickly getting up yet only seemed more fiercer and angrier.

The rats were vanquished by her anima or sliced up by her daggers. She tried keeping them away from Kaye’s range for her sister to become the master of her puppets. Kaia knew if they don’t get rid of the king quick, this was going to wear on her physically.

Skryx Sasil

 

[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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Protect Don Cielo’s || Don Cielo’s Restaurant || Ajax, Jasmine, & Uriah || In Progress ​

Ajax had plans for the day. Great plans. Astounding, if he had to say so himself. He was going to sleep in all day and stuff himself full for dinner. Kaye was on a trip with Kaia to do what crazy girls do, he didn’t bother to ask. If Kaye was with Kaia, it meant Ajax had the whole day to himself. Quinn wasn’t the motherly type, she took orders with pride no matter how trivial and so she was doing whatever prefects did. This meant the Syndicate president was lounging in his sleeping bag at the Syndicate library without anyone bothering him. The zipper was closed to his neck and he resembled a cocoon with a face and if anyone walks in, it was probable that they would shriek in surprise or horror but by now, everyone knows that there wasn’t a homeless man residing in their library. It was just their president who happens to be homeless most of the time. However, his peace never lasted too long. He should have known better. The goddess of luck never shined upon him. His phone incessantly vibrated, ringing yet Ajax left it alone. If I don’t pick up, maybe it’ll just go away. It wasn’t until the fifth call that the irritated president finally wiggled out of his comfort and reached for the phone.

“This better be fucking good,” he answered, his voice dripping with hostility.

Due to threats from a rival family against a restaurant that was owned or protected by Don Cielo (Ajax couldn’t remember what it was as he zoned out during the call), help was requested and they somehow knew Ajax wouldn’t be doing anything productive. The extra security offer wasn’t only extended to him but to the other two affiliations as well. If possible, all three would be preferable. Ajax swallowed, eyes flickered downwards with reluctance. He wasn’t sure — He was fucking positive that he didn’t want to spend the whole day with Uriah. Jasmine was at least more tolerable but the whole thing howled ’what a nuisance.’

But the enticing promise of a free dinner as well as being handsomely paid promptly allowed Ajax to his feet. He suppose he could survive Uriah for a couple of hours if it meant a free expensive meal for the day. With a heavy sigh, the male grabbed his weapons beside his sleeping bag and headed to downtown Requiem.

The walk there was brimming with inner turmoil and hesitating steps. Was risking a couple hours of sleep worth all of this? Yes, he convinced himself. He had to or else Ajax would have turned around and head back to his nest. Strolling languorously from Requiem Academy to the central city itself and finally downtown Requiem, the Syndicate president was visibly the last one to arrive. He was, of course, never timely to any of their meetings so it didn’t serve as a surprise to anyone. He yawned, approaching Uriah and Jasmine from behind. “Yo,” he greeted curtly, his eyes scanned the restaurant for danger before gazing at an open booth. Were they waiting for him? Assuming they had all been briefed over the phone, Ajax waited for the hostess to find her way back to the front desk.

“We’ll have a table for three,” he announced to the hostess who sat them down with menus. They were the furthest table from the front yet right next to the glass windows. This provided the perfect view to scout but that wasn’t even anywhere on his mind. If they had to fight some ruffians on his precious day off, Ajax was going to take advantage of this opportunity to order as much food as possible.

Aster Makomin

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[s e v e n]

QUEST # 3
STARAPPLE ORCHARD

Location: Tref Village

AXEL LUXFORÉAS
Team: Octavius Harred Makomin
Status: In Progress​

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Stepping out of the ancient little house seemed to bring them to a whole new world. Despite the rotting floorings, the crumbling roof and the dying fairly old lady; what laid behind it, however, was an orchard filled showered in splashes of colors. Flowers were radiant and blooming, ripen fruits dangling upon the shady canopies of leaves. The blonde soon noticed how these flowers were meant to be borders, separating different types of plants. He was soon overwhelmed with relief that not all of these were starapple trees, and that maybe they could have gotten home before sun down.

“Rex in the Academy is already illegal and you’re bringing in a friend?” Axel asked, turning towards his companion with an arched eyebrow, most likely more of amused than concerned. “I’d like to see what they would do to them if ever found out,” he added, his lips curving into a smile. Despite its content, little to no sarcasm could be identified in his tone.

Upon the question regarding Mrs. Palmer, the blonde could simply chuckle. “Pretty sure not married. That woman brought cat lady to a whole new level,” he replied, mild cynicism evident though as always, his smile was enough to stand as a cover. And of course, it wasn’t like Octavius would ever bother anyway. Just a further walking –a minute perhaps, the sight of the familiar star-shaped fruits hanging on branches upon branches came into view. Pink flowers framed the enclosure, their sweet fragrance pervading through the afternoon air.

“Yea, don’t kill the wolves, just scare them. Got it,” Axel said in a bored tone as he bent down, plucking one out and bringing its petals close to his nose.

“Rosa Centifolia,” he muttered before standing up, turning to the brunette and grinned. “Rose de Mai or the Provence Rose. I’ve always had a thing for roses, you know,” Axel commented, slipping the stalk of rose on the front of Octavius’ pocket and gave him a pat. Evidently beautiful, yet twisted. Enchanting yet deadly. Thorns hidden beneath its crowns, isn’t that so much like that of humans?

Soon a faint rustle was heard. The blonde turned, and right on the entrance of the starapple tree borders sat a dog, its head inclined to the side, eyes peeking behind its drapes of hair. It was Mr. Palmer, the ugliest dog that he had ever had the chance to meet. Axel made a face, walking past the brunette and pulled yet another (god knows how many he saves in that bag) pack of chips and cracked it open. He picked a few and ate them before squatting in front of the dog, smiling to it once they were eye to eye before… He took a handful of chips and offered it to the mutt, which seemed to eat it down without hesitations and licking the remnants from the blonde’s hand just seconds after. Axel watched down upon the mongrel with a satisfied grin on his face.

“I never knew dogs like chips. Is that what you feed Rex back at the Academy?” Axel asked as he stood up, wiping his wet hand against his shirt as he turned to face Octavius, no hint of remorse, or acknowledgment of what he did appear on his face nor his tone. He grinned, putting down the remaining pack of chips down on the floor for the dogs to eat from, his eyes as cold as a snake watching its prey… Then, like nothing happened, he smiled to his brunette companion and began picking ripe starapples from the tree.
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[Makomin]

Octavius Harred

Interaction: Axel s e v e n
Quest: Strapple Orchards
Status: In progress
Location: Tref Forest​

He didn't understand the concept or rather, the rule upheld by Requiem Academy.

Why aren't students allowed to have dogs at the academy? Undoubtedly, everyone having a dog at the dorms would certainly cause mayhem and havoc but there should be leniency in certain situations. Whatever it is, he felt that Rex would stay at his room with him no matter what. Even if it meant that he couldn't stay at the dorms. "Rex is a really good and friendly doggo. So, he would do well with friends." was all Octavius said before leaning down to pick at a strapple that was on the ground. Just as he was about to pick another, Axel had placed a rose in his pocket and patted it.

"Do you want me to get you some for your birthday or some other time?" He asked with his usual straight face before continuing to pick more strapples. It wasn't as though the male had meant it as a tease, an insult or least of all, a flirt at THE male, he just thought that maybe if Axel Luxforeas, a man that would probably torture you if you stole his pencil, would like something other than the usual hardcover novels he gets from the bookstore out in town. It would be a nice change to present his friend with a rose or anything really, that is to his liking, especially since Axel have always provided Octavius with ample amount of chips to go by with.

That reminded him. He needed to started working out more if not he'll have chips permanently staying at his stomach area.

Just then, a soft rustle was heard and he turned around to find none other than Mr Palmer. The male didn't say anything further but continued picking strapples. He then noticed Axel making his way to the mongrel, which he found rather odd until he mentioned how Rex loving chips. His eyes widened before quickly making his way to Mr Palmer.

He noticed that he had eaten about half the bag before Octavius snatched it away, not bothering whether he would growl at him or not. "You're not supposed to feed them chips, Axel." He said before placing his hand on Mr Palmer. As a magister who could manipulate blood, he could also manipulate the content of the blood. As such, Mr Palmer begin to yawn as a small white liquid begin to trail out of the dog and into the sand. Sodium.

The male sighed before staring back at Axel. "You could have caused him harm, Axel." He then got up before patting the dog who was now laid down.

Just as he was about to say something, another sound could be heard coming from the trees. This time, it was footsteps. Quite a number of them.

He turned around and as expected, it was a wolf, followed by another. And another. There were about twelve of them surrounding the two of them and Mr Palmer.

 

[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

Damn it, Kaia.

It was already dark by the time they'd arrived at Crassus' Mansion. Having been expected to arrive by mid-afternoon at the latest, Zander wouldn't be surprised if Crassus sent them right away, citing their gross incompetence for showing up hours late to a potentially time sensitive mission. Their trek was plagued at every turn by setbacks, detours, and wrong turns. Through it all, Kaia had a perpetual smile on her face, like it had been tattooed on or something. Their latest escapade had them trudging through the slums of Miasto because Kaia just had to see some famous landmark, or visit a coffee shop, or chase a pigeon. Zander had given up on keeping track of the many, varied activities they partook of on their journey, much like how he'd given up trying to keep them on track. Instead, he saw today as a lesson in patience and bit his tongue for the most part. Grumpy and worn out from the day's adventure, Zander trudged up the steps to Crassus' mansion and knocked thrice on the large ornate double doors.

Receiving no response, he doubled back and peered through a nearby window. It was pitch black inside. He gave Kaia a look, an unspoken question. She seemed to be in agreement, so Zander tried the door handle. It opened without a fuss, as though they were expected to just waltz right in, creaking as it swung back on its hinges and was swallowed by the impenetrable dark. Zander stepped inside, hesitant to step forward without seeing where he was going. He felt his way along the right wall, searching for a panel, or a light switch. A lamp. Anything. Crack.

A wooden end table snuck up on him in the dark, and he'd bashed his shin against its leg. He grit his teeth so as to not yell aloud, alerting any potential nasties lurking in the dark to their presence, and clutched his throbbing leg up to his chest, nearly toppling over when the room was suddenly washed in incandescent light. He whipped around in time to see Kaia step away from a light switch on the wall. Zander's eyes traveled from his partner to sweep the now illuminated foyer. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He saw no signs of struggle. Just an empty room. Turning back to Kaia, he asked the question he was sure she was thinking, too.

"Where is everyone?"

They pressed on through the next room, down a dimly lit corridor and onward until they came upon a wide staircase leading to the floors above. Zander took the lead, every so often looking over his shoulder to check on Kaia. Upon reaching the second level, the pair arrived at an intersection. They could either go left, go right, or go straight. As Zander weighed his options, Kaia picked a direction, seemingly at random, and before Zander had a chance to tell her to wait she was already taking another turn.

"Damnit, Kaia."

Zander cursed, and hustled to catch up to the Pandora girl. He followed her around the nearest corner at speed and nearly ran right into her. He pumped the brakes but couldn't slow up enough to prevent his body from bumping up against hers. He cleared his throat and offered a sheepish, "Sorry," but she didn't seem to hear him, transfixed on something ahead of her. Zander followed her eyes, trying to discern what it was she saw that had caused the sudden stop. The duo had happened upon the kitchen, a massive, sprawling room with adjacent pantry that was larger than Zander's dorm room at school by half. Something moved, something small, perhaps the size of a cat, and Zander strained his eyes to catch sight of it, but it ducked out of sight before he could get a good look. Zander and Kaia shared a look and a nod. Things were about to get interesting.

The Genesis V.P. took a hesitant step forward, passing a row of wooden cabinets built into the wall on his left. He passed by islands of marble and granite, used he imagined primarily for food preparation, in pursuit of the tiny mysterious entity. He peered over the nearest island, hearing what sounded like a rustling coming from behind it. As Zander slowly rounded the corner, the sight of a roast pig on a silver platter and various garnishes strewn across the floor came into view, an apple still in the pig's mouth. The rustling Zander heard was coming from the pig, or rather, what was eating the pig. A miniature almost-humanoid Tenebris - which looked like a cross between an evil sour patch kid, and a child's doll dipped and coated in tar - was going to town on what Zander assumed would've been Crassus' dinner.

As Zander tried to stealthily approach the Tenebris, intending to smash it to smithereens with a stray rolling pin on a nearby counter while it was distracted, unbeknownst to him, a second Tenebris of the same species was stalking him from the top of the row of cabinets at his back. Just as he was reeling back, rolling pin overhead, ready to strike, the Tenebris lying in wait atop the cabinets sprung from its perch and landed on Zander's shoulder. Startled and already on edge, Zander spazzed when the little monster started nipping at his neck with its sharp, needle teeth. Suddenly, many more of the little bastards popped up, emerging from inside cabinets and around corners. The lead gremlin had apparently sounded a rallying cry. All its little cronies were coming, literally, out of the woodwork to swarm the magisters-in-training.

Meanwhile, amidst all the commotion, a door tucked in the far back of the kitchen was propped open, and a frightened looking woman popped her head out of the cracked opening. Zander saw her and frantically waved her to go back.

"Get back inside! Stay where you are- agh!"

The tiny Tenebris on his shoulder nicked the skin on his neck, causing a droplet of blood to well up and trickle down his back. Good and ticked off now, Zander grabbed the little shit on his shoulder, clamping his fist around its stout midsection, and whipped it headlong toward the wall. Splat.

 

[Sasil]

~Kaye Nightingale ~
➣ The Treasure
➣ Interactions : Ajax Polaris.
➣ Status: In progress​

Kaye looked over the map, going over the words the soldier had spoke just a few hours before to AJ and her. He spoke in a low murmur, not wanting to allow anyone to hear the information that was being given to just there ears. Why had the soldier chosen the two of them? Did they look trustworthy? She supposed out of the other students at Requiem they would be considered trustworthy but Kaye knew many people.

Either way, he chose the two of them to relay the information. A great ship destroyed in a storm said to have pushed ashore after years of being gone was found. Some kind of treasure was to be sitting in its haul waiting to be dug up. Sounded like more of an adventure made for her sister, Kaye admitted to only herself. But AJ seemed to be taken with the idea of getting some gold into his pocket and they had been taken off course from doing the routine shopping to going on an adventure to find this ship. What had been the name again?

Andromeda.

Seemed like a name from some kind of from a story book. A grand ship being attacked by pirates when suddenly a storm swept them both into the great water never to be seen again. That was the story that her mind was playing, it probably wasn't the right one. But Kaye never said her imagination would ever calm itself.

"This could be an interesting voyage." Kaye spoke in her normal airy voice walking beside AJ. "Hopefully we don't run into anything that will try and cause trouble. Curious that the soldier just wouldn't check on it himself. How does he know we won't go and take all the treasure that is there?" Kaye spoke looking to AJ closely.

"Even if we do I think we can handle it." Course, Kaye had to try and keep herself positive. AJ was excited about something, he wasn't always excited but this was something the two of them could do together--as friends.

 

[Sasil]

Lance Baytes​

➣ Defend Don Cielo's
➣ Interactions: Kaia Polaris.
➣ Status: In progress

Lance was bored. He sat lazily in his seat, one leg up over the other while he tipped his chair back ever so slightly. Did he care if the other customers were watching him? Fuck no. His neck relaxed allowing his head to fall back in a rather uncomfortable position but he was bored. The pain was better then being bored he supposed.

Why where they doing this again? Helping a stuffy restaurant with a problem that wasn't anything to do with the likes of him or Kaia? Oh, that was right they said there would be gold. While Lance had good intentions (most of the time) you could get him to do almost anything for a bit of promise in gold, as long as he knew he wouldn't be able to get it by stealing it. Much easier that way, but he supposed earning a few points with the locals would prove to be a good idea.

A thud rang through the restaurant as Lance allowed his chair to land back on all four legs and he snapped his attention back to the table. Leaning over he took a toothpick, popping it into his mouth, playing with it once again. "Lets go over the plan once more. You know, since I'm bored and the food here takes forever to come." Lance made point to look over at the waiter who just glared back in a challenging manner but made no movement to getting them the food the two of them had ordered at least a half hour ago.

"We help this place, with a little skirmish that seems to happening tonight. We get the guy who runs this place on our side and we earn gold and a friend who will owe us." As Lance spoke he leaned forward against the table. He felt uncomfortable, long tight sleeves didn't fit his arm all that great--it was a pain to even think about if he was going to be honest. But they had to fit into a fancy place like this. So dressed up in a fancy shirt dress shirt, a hat atop his head--really didn't match him. He wanted to smoke but apparently that was a big NO in this area. Fuck the people and their need to have healthy lungs. He craved it, his finger's itched to have something to do. If some kind of action didn't happen well, he saw some nice jewels around the necks of fat ladies around him. They could be sold for a lot--probably more then the little bit of gold they would make from his job.

"When did they say the attack would be? You came prepared right? Hopefully you can run around in the heels you wore." Lance shot a knowing smirk in her general direction. "I'm expecting us to have to do some running around, at least a little bit. Otherwise, what would the excitement be?"
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[Sasil]

Kaye Nightingale: A Dreamer

Focusing most of her attention on her cat beasts Kaye hardly had time to interact with anyone. Holding control of two creations--it took a lot out of her. Already she could feel the fatigue taking over, perhaps she should have stayed with just one but with two she could cover both Kaia's back and Robbie's. But her own back? Well, she hoped her friends would watch out for her.

Hordes of rats seemed to come out of the dark, replacing the ones the team had destroyed. Moments when Kaye had gotten to Robbie's side did he suddenly shift into a magnificent barn owl, its white feathers seeming to glow in the never ending dark gloom that was the warehouse. To be able to fly, well Kaye had to admit she was jealous of Robbie for that little tidbit with his power.

A sudden pain laced through her arm which brought her back to the little fight the group had found themselves in. Her attention was brought two rats chewing on her cats neck the pain lacing in her own. Crying out the beast through the rat off into a wall. Panting Kaye rubbed her own neck, shaking the lingering itch of a pain before nodding to Kaia silently following down into the basement, if possible even getting darker, and with a few steps down the nice dirt floor was replaced with the sound of water filling her shoes. Gross.

"Why should I close my eyes?" Kaye suddenly spoke looking in the direction she had told her not too. Lucky for her though, all she saw was a bit of a butt that belonged to Robbie before he got out of the way and his clothes where thrown his way. "Oh, thats why. I suppose after transforming you would be naked." Kaye said quizzically before her eyes fell on the rat king, its eyes glowing red.

Kaye was a little sad to see that it had no gold crown atop its head or even a nice red, fluffy cap. But she supposed a rat wouldn't need such an attire after all.

"We have your back Kaia. Don't push yourself to much though!" Kaye spoke looking to her sister with a more stern look, they both knew if they over used there power it would prove difficult. At least she had her spear that could do some damage--Robbie had no weapon but his bird abilities still would prove useful. The best course of action though would be to take out the King with one fatal blow.

But how to get to it without getting injured herself?

Kaye looked around her cats fighting a few minions around her till she figured it out.

Distraction. Forcing her the first beast to take aim at the rear, causing the dark monster to turn and focus on it Kaye had her other jump up and bite the back of the rats neck. Powerful jaws clamped on tightly, the rat crying out in pain. With that sudden screech, the rest of the rats seemed to come to attention--ready to give pain to the one hurting there leader.

Unfortunately, the Rat King seemed stronger then Kaye had first anticipated, with a sudden throw of its back it sent her cat off the back landing among the hordes. It scrambled to its feet swiping at the rats that had gotten through both Robbies and Kaia's grasp. Kaye ignored the pain focusing on her last idea.

One more shot.

With a pounce, her beast jumped knocking the beast on its back its neck exposed before the cat ripped out its throat. The blood streamed from the rat as it fell lip to the ground.

Then, silence. The rats stopped moving before running off. The little footsteps disappeared and all that remained was the bodies of the dead. Panting heavily Kaye stood to her feet calling her beasts to rest as he disappeared, turning back to the paper they where from the beginning.

"That was exciting." turning to Robbie a small smile on her face. "You may want to zip up your fly. I hope everyone is alright?" she added in quietly swallowing her pride, while she was in a bit of pain, she survived. Pain tolerance was something she worked on every day. If not, she would have been dead years ago.

coded by: Polaris

I close my eyes & I paint my dreams

 

[s e v e n]

QUEST # 1
STARAPPLE ORCHARDS

Location: Tref Forest

LOUIS BLUTMOND
Team: Orion Walker @Smol Bird
Status: Completed​

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It wasn’t long until his companion finished his own work too. Louis sighed in relief, picking up his baskets full of apples. It was definitely not as much work as he anticipated. The wolves appeared as not as much a threat than he predicted (though he was pretty sure he was almost bitten…) and he suppose they both finished just in time for breakfast. The freshmen pair soon headed towards the bush, where the old man was known to lie.

“Sir? Sir. Excuse me sir,” Louis called out. As before, the old man popped up like a jack-in-the-box, a leaf atop his head and his face pulled on his usual frown.

“I told yeh not to come here if yeh ain’t done,” the man grumbled, but then stopped when he saw the baskets pouring with apples. Louis was so close of deadpanning at him, but he kept a polite smile on.

“Well son, seems like I owe yeh,” the man said, huffing as he stood up to his full height and began reaching for his pockets, pulling out two identical pouches. “Here. Now gimme that basket.”

Louis gladly took the money in his hands. His first reward from his very first quest! Though not the most exciting, but who would turn down money? His head immediately went to all the things he could have bought, all the comics and games. Handing out the baskets to the man, who took it with the first smile of satisfaction he saw, Louis exchanged glances with his black haired companion.

“Are we done here?” he asked the old farmer.

“Yeh,” was all he answered, his eyes focused on the starapples.

The pair walked through the forest once more, on their way back to their Academy where everyone perhaps just started their day. Louis could proudly say he earned something while others were asleep, the pocket of money jingling in his pocket. So there his first quest finally comes to an end.
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[Makomin]

Uriah Kershaw

Interaction: Ajax Polaris. & Jasmine Aster
Quest: Protect Don Cielo's
Status: In progress
Location: Uriah & Zander's Dorm ///// Don Cielo's Restaurant, Requiem
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It wasn't everyday that Uriah Kershaw was given the opportunity to actually clean the dorm room he shared with Zander Munroe.

Cleaning wasn't a hobby of the blond's. Many assumed so just because he inclined towards cooking rather messing around outside. In any case, Uriah picked up cleaning as a habit of his when he started living on his own from a few years back. After he had left his parents' place, he was forced to of course, get a place of his own and live by his own means. His parents wouldn't provide financial assistance due to it being his decision of moving out and he didn't blame them for that. He only blamed them for the reason he actually left. Because of the situation he had come by with, he had to work for a restaurant as a part-time income to pay for rent and necessities. This was where he begin to pick up cooking as hobby and maybe even entertainment.

Not only has cooking provided for him with food to fill his belly, it became his sole source of income. He begin to learn more from the head chef at the place and today, he cooked for his friends (for bribe, a.k.a Ajax). But the point is, having to stay on your own forces you to actually grow independence as a third eye of a sort. He had to clean his place by himself because nobody would and he couldn't afford it. Hence why he's currently at the bottom shelf, trying to get the rag to fit in every nook and corner to actually get the dust particles out. It was really annoying but not as annoying as having to know that it's there every day.

Just then, his phone alarm sounded. {Uriah's alarm sound}

He got up from under the shelf before making his way to the dining table where his phone was. Luckily for him, Zander wasn't back yet. God only knew how much the male hated Uriah's alarm tone. It was too noisy and he couldn't sleep after it sounded. As such, Uriah is forced to sleep with his earbuds on. No doubt, he'll go deaf one day. After switching the alarm off, Uriah made his way to their shared room before grabbing his backpack and sliding his phone in his jeans pocket. He then made his way to the restaurant.

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He was the first one to arrive. It wasn't like the other two were late. He was just early.

After waiting for about five minutes, Jasmine had arrived, followed by Ajax.

The blond couldn't help but smile widely at the two presidents of the other affiliations.

Uriah Kershaw knew that at times, he could be irritating to the likes of people, especially Ajax and Jasmine but he knew that the two actually cared for him as a friend despite not showing him. It didn't really matter to him. He got to cling onto them whenever he likes anyways (with bribery of food, of course). "Hey Jas and AJ," he greeted the two of them as they made their way into the restaurant whereby the Syndicate president got them a table of three.

"Carbonara with extra sauce please." He said to the hostess when she came back with the menus. He didn't the menus, he knew what he wanted when he was hungry. Just then, a rather chubby man in his late fifties approached the table. His face was round with a beard that looked like he didn't shave it in a year at least. He was wearing a white, or rather used to be white but now yellowish, work shirt with a pair of black slacks. "Greeting friends. All of you must be the magisters here to protect my restaurant and my staff," he said with a thick accent before patting Ajax and Uriah's back respectively with each hand a bit too roughly. "I must thank the three of you for coming. This family business of mine has been open for nearly two decades and as you know, we have people who rather us close down." He said with a sigh before holding his hands together, almost sentimentally. Almost instantly, his eyes lit up and he stroked his beard, "I forgot! I am Don Cielo, owner of this restaurant. I must thank you for offering to help me."

He immediately left but not for long as he returned with a bowl of ice cream sundae, filled with three scoops of ice cream, with a side of bananas and topped with chocolate sauce, whipped cream and a cherry. "You must eat to stay alert. Don't be afraid to ask for more food. It is on the house! I shall leave you three to your food now. Addio!"

"He seems like a very nice man." Uriah Kershaw said immediately as he placed a spoon in front of each of the other presidents before using his own to dig into the dessert. "Also, I heard from someone that he actually owes money from loan sharks. Maybe that's why he's being chased after." He added.

 

[Skryx]

Robert Daze

Interactions: Uriah Makomin Kaia Polaris.
Quest: Protect the Boss
Status: Completed

Tossing the monkey hard against the walls of the Jafar guy's mansion where it crumpled to the ground and lay stunned, Rob flew back towards his friends, satisfied to see that the two of them were holding their own. In fact, they were just about finishing up. At this rate there would be none left for him. Sure enough, just as he was zeroing in on his pile of abandoned clothes, Kaia was finishing off the last bandit and was darting over to the man approaching from the mansion. He caught the glint of the precious ring with his sharp eyes and grinned. This mission was a piece of cake. But as before, he celebrated too soon. Before he could reach his clothes, Kaia tripped over them (oh no) and he could see the ring flying out of her hands. It was too late for him too do anything, already half shifting to land on the ground. His human ears heard the crunch as she stepped on it (Kaia why).

Rob froze, naked, the last of his feathers only just fading away as they were surrounded by guards. "Uh.." His usual smooth talk didn't kick in and before he knew it, all three of them were behind bars. Well, at least they gave him back his clothes. Sans jewels, unfortunately. He stared at the blank wall in front of him, not really seeing it. "Does this make me a jailbird?" Those were the first words he said since getting thrown in here. He was sure the other two wanted to strangle him for it.

"No way!" Uriah's words brought him out of his silent musings. "You would have lost the jewel bets first if I didn't help you out!" He protested indignantly. "And I'm sure she didn't like your constant nagging either. We won't know unless we ask her and I doubt she'd want to speak to any of us either again." He settled back with a grin. "At the very least it's a draw. We'll triple the stakes on our next dare, but for now..." getting to his feet, Rob stretched his arms over his head languidly. "I'm not planning on staying her much longer. This jailbird is gonna break us all out, just watch me." With that, he shifted for the second time that day, clothes once again piling on the ground. A small magpie hopped out and kept on hopping until it hopped through the bars. Taking flight, Rob quickly located the thankfully empty guard desk next to a wall with several keys hung on hooks. Selecting the one with the label of their cell number, he expertly picked it up with his beak. Before long he was back and holding out the key to Kaia.

"Piece of cake," he boasted as he tugged on his shirt, following his friends out the cell and to the door. Pausing with his hand about to push it open, he turned back to gloat. "Repeat after me: Rob is The Greatest."

"Rob is the greatest," a wry voice deadpanned from behind him. He froze, seeing the looks on Uriah and Kaia's faces, and slowly looked over his shoulder. "I should have known it was you three." Standing behind him in the doorway was Mr Wolfe. Mr Wolfe. And the police chief standing just behind him. He met the man's eyes over the teacher's shoulder, silently begging for mercy. He'd rather the chief of police any day. And then Mr Wolfe spoke up again in his slow drawl, as if they had all the time in the world. "And pray tell, Robert Daze-" Rob winced as he enunciated each syllable of his name so sharply it was as if he was actually trying to stab him. "-what exactly did Rob the Greatest-" his stone cold stare shifted to Uriah and Kaia "and his devoted friends. Do. This. Time."

Rob was just about ready to run back into the cell and lock the door.

 

[normal]

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q u e s t || rat infestation

l o c a t i o n || requiem city

t e a m || jack and axel

t a g s || s e v e n

Jack's solitary adventure into the city resulted in him scoping the markets and shops. He knew he didn't have the money to buy anything more than a cheap bracelet or headphones that would break after two seconds, but dreaming about becoming wealthy and owning an abundance of materialistic things was a hobby of his, and this 'window shopping' was satiating his longing for new things.

He dug in his pockets, searching for an exact amount of all that he had, even though he knew it wasn't much, but was still disappointed. He really had been slacking on quests lately, but it wasn't fair. You shouldn't have to go on quests often to just to have a stable income, his shopping habits demanded more money than what Jack could make.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling from a certain direction. He looked, and saw it was the very distasteful member of the Elite 10, Axel Luxforeas. Jack scrunched his nose at the fact that he was calling him over and that he'd intentionally gotten his name wrong and used unkind words like "squinty eyes".

"What." He made his way over to him and the older man.

"Is he gonna help with the rats too?" The old man questioned Axel, and Jack turned to him.

"Who are you? What am I doing here Axel?" Before Axel had a chance to explain, the old man did.

"I'm Old Man Edmond and I presume you're both here to help me with clearin' out the rats in my storehouse. Let's go!"

'The old man part seems a bit superfluous but whatever.'

They both started following the man, but Jack still had a sour taste in his mouth from Axel's encounter. The man was on his list of 'people to avoid' and he was doing the opposite of avoiding right now. On their way there, an idea just came to Jack, and he stuck his lips out like a duck as he narrowed his eyes at Axel.

"Wait, is there money involved in this?" The important question.

 

[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 Bay || Ajax & Kaye || In Progress ​

Ajax always enjoyed fishing and if he didn’t go alone, he would take Kaye with him. It was always better to have someone who liked gutting fishes and making lunch. Any fishes caught could be eaten right away as sashimi. They would have to shop for some bait and Ajax contemplated on buying a rod especially for Kaye. But their plan faltered when a soldier stopped them in their tracks. He whispered of gold and treasure about a sunken ship that washed up on shore a few days ago. The promise of money as well as treasure made Ajax agreed willingly this time. Every time someone talked about money, his eyes lit up and it got his heart pumping with excitement. “Today is payday,” he told Kaye. “I can finally pay rent.”

The ship Andromeda was on Miastro bay so the two ditched their fishing itinerary and headed towards the newly found ship. “Well. We’ll just take half of the treasure,” Ajax answered nonchalantly. There was no way ten gold was enough for this mission. He was going to take things he found intriguing and maybe pawned some off later. This quest was going to make him bank. At the thought of something being amiss about the quest, he agreed. “There are either thugs or monsters lurking but you have me,” Ajax gave her a rare comforting smile. “When do I let anything happen to you?”

They walked side by side with Kaye coming up with more theories and Ajax just nodding until they reached the ship. The size was enormous and he believed the treasure was below deck which meant there was exploring to do. The male sighed softly, still holding tightly onto his fishing rod. He left his tonfa back at his dorm for now which meant the fishing rod will have to do for now. “Let’s go Kaye, don’t let your guard down.”

Ajax jumped onto of deck, hitting the wooden flooring with a loud thud before turning around to help his friend aboard. However, once they were both on the ship, the sail began to flutter catching Ajax’s attention. His head tilted skyward only to be faced with hundreds of tenebrae swords floating in the air.

As if the presence of humans knocked them awake, the swords began to sail straight for the duo.

Sasil

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[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
”The furniture store keeps calling me to come back. But all I wanted was one night stand! Pffft!” ​

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Protect Don Cielo || Don Cielo’s Restaurant || Kaia & Lance || In Progress​

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After ordering a juicy steak, Kaia was sipping on her alcoholic drink (yay for fake IDs). Why was she drinking a Cosmopolitan at 11 in the morning? Good question. She was with Lance which meant she needed a drink. A tipsy Kaia meant a better at lying Kaia and with Lance around, she always had to be his alibi in case anything went wrong. Plus, if one thought Kaia and Robbie together was chaos, Kaia and Lance was basically destruction itself. They were only doing this quest because Kaia needed money to buy Robbie a birthday present. A male who has everything he needed was hard to shop for and this time, she intended to astound him. She downed all of her drink at once before tilting her head upwards to look at him. “That’s the plan, love,” she leaned towards the table the moment he did before tousling his incredibly gelled hair.

His hands twitched and she knew he was hungering for a cigarette which would probably set off the fire alarm here. She smiled at his dedication and her right hand covered his. “The attack is random. We don’t know who is going to do it or when. We just know it’s going to be today. Relax why don’t you,” she nudged a shot of vodka towards him. “Who needs cigarettes when you have me?”

A sly grin tugged on her lips and Kaia flipped her hair arrogantly. “I caught you in these heels,” she reminded him. “I can probably kill with them.” The six inches stiletto leather boots proved to be a vicious weapon if she managed to step on someone. “I hate getting sweaty,” Kaia admitted. “Let’s hope your scary demeanor can settle the fight without a fight.”

The waiter finally came over with their food and Kaia eyes brightened at the sight of seafood gratin. “Ugh, finally. I’m starved. Who’s cooking over there? Sloths, perhaps?”

She dug her fork into her ceramic bowl and ate a good piece of shrimp covered with cheese and vegetables. “Mmm food makes miso happy,” she tossed out a cringeworthy pun that probably only Kaye would laugh at.

But before Kaia could get her second night, armed men came barging in with knives and batons. “I warned you not to open today!” They slammed their baton onto the nearest table. These thugs look perpetually angry. She sighed, looking at her food sadly before pushing it away. Looks like lunch would have to come later.

“Let’s go kick some ass,” Kaia suddenly stood up, her chair falling due to impact. She walked a couple feet before the gangsters and folded her arms. “Leave while we’re asking nicely. I’m not really in the mood for smashing faces today.”

“Woman! Watch your fucking mouth!” One of the thug immediately charged at her before she sidestepped and tripped him, face first onto the ground.

“What was that, love? I can’t understand stupidity.”

Sasil

 

[Polaris.]

Kaia Eden Nightingale
”I'd tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn't get a reaction! Ha-ha!” ​

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Monster Raid || Miastro || Kaia & Zander || In Progress​

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Kaia had a special ability to be intrigued by small things and be distracted in whatever she finds interesting causing the female to be a bundle of pain to handle for those without the utmost patience. While with her friends, Kaia released the reins of leadership to Uriah, with others, the brunette likes to lead the way, unfortunately. Her abysmal sense of direction kicked in when she convinced Zander with a face full of smiles that she knew where to go and she was his Google maps. His face was plaque with disbelief. She was confident he knew the directions like the back of his hand but went along with her eccentricity anyways. With every wrong turn, Kaia rubbed a random landmark be it a statue, “Wow. Will you look at that? I’ll never understand why Greek statues are always naked,” she trailed her fingers along the pecs before getting admonished by a security guard, or a random shrub.

“Isn’t this beautiful, Zander? Look at the way it’s cut! This shrub looks like a mushroom.” Kaia paused for a second before squatting down next to the mushroom. “What would a mushroom car say?” The brunette paused, awaiting his answer but not before a few seconds passed, Kaia answered for him jovially, “Shroom shroom!” When deafening silence followed, her unwavering tenacity to bring a smile to his face didn’t falter. “I have so mushroom in my heart for you.”

Kaia would make things up on the spot and when she took a longer path, Zander questioned so she shook her head before clicking her tongue at him. “There’s a coffee shop just down the street,” she improvised. “It serves the best green tea latte. Come on, I’ll share mine with you,” she tugged his shirt playfully. If Kaia wasn’t a magister, she would have been the world’s best actress because she was completely and utterly lost yet still brimming with self-assurance. And to be fair, Kaia had to chase that pigeon, how was she suppose to be sure it wasn’t Robbie who always had something up his sleeve? And that pigeon was giving her those wicked glances with their red circular eyes and pointy beaks.

When they finally arrived at Crassus’s mansion, Kaia patted herself on the shoulder. She knew how to get here after all. It only took nine hours, forty minutes, and thirty eight seconds. What a record. She waited behind Zander as he took the lead to knock on the embellished double doors.

More silence.

The eerie atmosphere dampened the mood and she leaned forward. Fingers grasped the hilt of her dagger, firmly attached to her thigh with a black holster, sliding it out of its sheath. Were they too late? Maybe the green tea latte was a bad idea after after all. The moonlight was peering through the door became the only source of light and served no purposes due to its dimmed nature. She sweep her hands against the wall, looking for a light switch to illuminate the place. Darkness was eating at her inside every step of the way. The loud bam! startled the female and she flicked the found light switch at the same time. A smile graced her features before immediately washed away at the sight of nobody.

“Sleeping soundly perhaps? Do you hear any snoring?” She swallowed, shrugging because she had to be optimistic about this quest. She needed those forty golds for a bet she lost to Uriah. She shadowed close behind him, reaching the staircase and ascending upon the second floor. Right? Left? Or Straight. She could see the indecision flickered in his eyes and it wasn’t a surprise, which way? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Right it is! She turned right.

The sudden halt, Kaia felt Zander’s body against her, chest to back but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from what she saw a few feet ahead. The ginormous kitchen proved to be disconcerting and she swore something was moving; Zander saw the same.

He inched forward, but she stayed a couple steps behind, watching his back for anything that might prefer surprise attacks. The roast pig sitting firmly on a silver platter looked more than delicious except someone already had called dibs. Kaia grimaced once she fully laid eyes on the most hideous, scariest, and nightmare inducing tenebrae who resembled a broken walking doll with its unblinking eyes. She held her breath, but a brief moment of closing her eyes was a mistake. Zander was attacked by a second tenebris and in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by gremlin and its minions.

Kaia had no time to think, she was already in action, not wanting to use poison anywhere near the inconvenient woman or Zander, she had to resort to her last option. She slashed away tenebris that got closer to her, slitting its throat, watching it dissipating into a wisp of smoke. Other tenebrae clawed their throat, attempting to gasp for air that was being drained from their lungs. At the peak of her concentration, Kaia trusted Zander to hold his own with her movement becoming more fluid and almost robotic. Slash. Suffocate. Repeat. One manage to attack her from behind, gnawing on her calf eliciting a grunt of the brunette before she turned around, stabbing her dagger on top of its head with both hands, using enough force to puncture its skull. Her breathing intensified and before they knew it, the kitchen was cleared though completely covered in tar. With a dagger gripped tightly in her right hand, the female swiped her wavy hair over a shoulder, catching her breath before turning to Zander with a smile.

“How’s your neck?” She walked towards him, her voice softened at the clotted wound. “Wow. It looks like you had a wild night.” She turned to the woman who peaked her head out again once the commotion was over.

The female begged, her hands clasped together. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you magisters? Please find Sir Crassus! Please. My master! H-he’s somewhere in the mansion,” her eyes filled with tears. “Please save him before it’s too late.”

Kaia patted her shoulder reassuringly, “Don’t worry missy, we’ll find master. Leave it to Zan! He’s a master finder!” She chuckled at her own joke but it didn’t seem like the other female understood her. “…Okay! We’ll just be on our way then. Hide here where it’s safe.”

When they were out of earshot, walking back to the intersection, Kaia turned to her partner. “You get my joke right?” However, a sudden sound of the piano softly playing in the archway straight ahead caught her attention. “I think this mansion is haunted,” she whispered as they got closer to the source of sound. In front of them was a door to which Kaia turned the knob so excruciatingly slow. She quickly pushed the door open gently and what was presented in front of them would have been a great horror movie. A piano was tucked at the farthest corner of the room. Humanoid soldiers wore a breastplate with swords. They had the bluest of skin and bright silver eyes that were dripping crimson tears. They sat around watching one of their mate played the piano but at the creak of the door opening, all heads turned to look at the duo. Snarling, they got up to draw their swords.

“I don’t suppose the person playing the piano is Crassus,” Kaia swallowed, drawing her dagger readying for another fight.

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Interactions: Uriah Makomin Ajax Polaris.
Mentions: Louis s e v e n Rob Skryx Zander Elenion Aura
Quest: Defend Don Cielo
Status: In Progress
Location: Downtown Requiem

Jasmine Bermout​

At the top floor of the Genesis house, down the corridor and to the right was the Genesis office: the main room where one could find Jasmine Bermout in most of her free time. Once a guest bedroom, with the House under her reign, the room was revamped into the sleek business office one could find now. Morning rays filtered in through half-opened binds, reaching black lettered words on numerous stacks of papers, all arranged neatly in order of importance and later filed into yellow binders in alphabetical order. In the black swivel armchair sat the young Genesis President, legs crossed and hazel eyes musing over the contents of the paper in her hand. Steam from her #1 Boss mug billowed up, filling the room with the heavy aroma of coffee beans.

Genesis focused its efforts around a system to be ordained and kept. Complaints, feedback, news and all the sorts were drafted in as forms, carefully sorted by the Prefects and sometimes even the Vice-President. As President, it was Jasmine's duty to oversee all and to handle each problem---no matter how trivial (e.g. there was once a complaint made by a freshman named Louis, claiming that Robert Daze from Pandora was giving him, and Jasmine could quote, 'funny looks'.) --- both wisely and efficiently. Sometimes, on rare occasions, Genesis would receive requests outside their school, slipped past security borders, asking for help. The case for Don Cielo was no different.

It seemed one of the Genesis members was a direct relative from Don and personally sent in a request, seeking Jasmine's help. The request was sent in private, meant to remain anonymous for shame and fear of being found out. It was a blow to one's pride and perhaps, even overstepping one's boundaries, to ask their Affiliation leader for help on a personal, family matter; but to Jasmine, this is a family matter. Genesis was her family and nothing would ever change that.

She had accepted the quest, naturally, choosing not to tell her prefects or the other Genesis members in her involvements. After stamping the request form as 'Solved', she got up and made her way downtown Requiem.

"Hold down the fort while I'm gone," Jasmine said to Zander, passing him in the corridor, a hand on his shoulder and a smile on her face. "Oh, and there's coffee on the table. It's all yours."

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When the Genesis member had said her uncle sought the help of the affiliation leaders, Jasmine had not expected she meant all the affiliation leaders. Surprise was evident in her widened eyes as she met with Ajax and Uriah at the front of Don Cielo's restaurant.

"Don't tell me," she said, brows furrowing, "You two, too?" Jasmine sighed under her breath, seeing Uriah's enthusiastic nod, but that gave way to a wry smile quickly. It had been a while since she last saw the two idiots in a scenario where they weren't potentially trying to beat each other's asses to the ground. (The last time they gathered was during Requiem's Sport's event. Whoever thought it was a good idea to pin the Affiliations against each other was surely sadistic.) "Didn't expect to see you up before noon time," she said to Ajax, commenting without malice.

They took their seats in the restaurant, which looked like any regular restaurant in downtown Requiem. It was classy for an Italian eatery, but that was no surprise in Imperia's crown capital. Jasmine didn't understand why a mafia gang would want to attack this place out of all places. It looked too ordinary to be sketchy.

She frowned, not really liking the fact that there were still ordinary civilians working here when the threat of a fight lingered in the air. They should leave before things got dangerous, though their absences may raise suspicions.

Jasmine rose a brow at Uriah's comment, "If he's being chased by loan sharks, should he really be offering us food at a time like this?" she questioned, not touching her food nor ordering anything past a glass of water. She had money. She could pay if she was hungry, which she wasn't.

Her answer was met with a shrug and she watched as Uriah began eating into the banana sundae given. Eating food from a man in debt didn't sit well in her gut and since she wasn't eating, Jasmine chose to put her time to better use.

"I'm going to talk to the staff for a bit and see if I can get more information. If anyone suspicious comes through the doors, let me know," Jasmine said, excusing herself from the table. While Ajax and Uriah ate, Jasmine spent the next fifteen minutes arranging multiple escape plans for both Don Cielo and his workers should the mafia gang members come in.

It was always better to be safe than sorry and Jasmine was a strict believer of Murphy's Law: Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. And this was just one of the many cases.

While she spoke to the staff in the kitchen, a gang of ten rough looking guys all dressed in black suits (talk about cliché) filled the small space in a matter of minutes; twenty more stood outside the restaurant's doors. In the center of the gang stood a bald man wearing pointy sunshades and gold rings on each hand. A cigar hung from his thin lips and smoke curled like tendrils at one end.

"Don Cielo!" he barked, grabbing Jasmine's attention. Quietly, she ushered the hostess and cooks towards the backdoor, only to find it locked from the outside. She tutted under her breath and watched as faces paled, looking up at her for instruction.

"Everyone here," she whispered, gesturing to the storage room where the cooks kept their dry ingredients. "Stay here and don't come out until I tell you to," she said to them after all of them are inside, Don Cielo included. Her eyes locked on the man, hard and disapproving. "This is a case you should've brought to the Police Force but since you called on us instead, you can't blame us for any damage of property, you hear?" she asked, hands akimbo and voice rebuking.

He nodded, wringing his hands together in anguish. Clearly, he had not expected the large number of men sent over. "Yes, yes, anything! Just keep mi restaurant safe. I cannot live without it! And poor maman, if she sees it burned down, she will never rest in peace," he wailed, prompting sympathy from the redhead. A hand patted his shoulder in comfort.

"I'll try my best to protect it. You have my word," she said, casting one last smile at the nervous group before leaving. She summoned a large snake mimic, the size of an anaconda, to guard the storage room. From the kitchen she could hear yelling outside and silently she prayed to the Goddess that Uriah or Ajax hadn't done anything stupid to piss the gang off. Who was she kidding though? They probably already have.

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Elizabeth Coben
The Flame's Resistance
Location: Academy Training Grounds
Status: In Progress
Team: Jasmine Aster

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The weather was hot, but it paled against the attractiveness of the girl in front of her.

Eliza was trying her hardest to concentrate on what Jasmine was planning with the monster behind her, she really was. She was a genesis prefect, after all, and it was her responsibility to do her best in these training exercises for the future of her house. Yet she couldn't wrap her head around the task when focusing on how beautiful Jasmine's auburn hair was handing over her shoulder. At first, she'd set her attention on the genesis President to ignore the giant dragon floating behind her (scariest thing she'd ever seen), but she now found herself unable to properly understand the task in hand.

She eventually snapped out of it, and just in time for the quest to begin. Eliza was standing right in front of the training dummies, so, naturally, when the dragon came flying towards her, Eliza's first instinct told her to drop to the ground and cover her head.

The strong air current made her shirt and long brown hair fly with it, but it wasn't strong enough to move her from her position. She braced herself for the unforgivable flames of the monster, or worse, the humiliation she would face if she failed the quest.

It never came. Instead, she felt the dragon flying right above her and heading towards the lifeless dummies. Despite not actually paying attention to Jasmine's instructions, but she'd been to enough of her training exercises to know the goal of the objective was probably more focused around protecting the dummies instead of defeating the monster.

"Come on! You filthy beast! I'm sure you want a piece of me!" the Genesis prefect screamed at the top of her lungs. Fortunately, there were some rocks around the field, which she threw at the monster as it circled the group of dummies. It took her around five rocks to finally hit the damn creature. Elizabeth kept screaming at it as it turned around and focused on the hysterical human.

However, there was a major flaw to her plan. While the dummies were now relatively safe, the furious dragon was now flying her way and she had no means to defend herself. She couldn't use her powers, for she was unbelievably out of practice and she didn't want to cause the creature any harm, even if it was nothing more than one of Jasmine's creations. With nothing else to do, she ran as fast as she could with the monster flying towards her.

"Jas? Jasmine end this now!"

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Elizabeth Coben
Protect the Boss
Location: Requiem City
Status: In Progress
Team: Louis s e v e n

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Most of the interaction between Bella and Louis was missed by Eliza, who was currently trapped by the body of the struggling Jasmine. Thanks to the girl's struggles while she and Louis tried to force her out of the room, she was incredibly hard to control and hold in the air. Especially once Louis had left to stop Belladonna from jumping out the window. Without her partner's support, Eliza and the princess tumbled to the ground, where Eliza was now trying her best to hold he girl's arms to make sure she wouldn't escape and murder her cousin.

Ignorant to Elizabeth's struggles, Belladonna studied the phone screen with a face that expressed her shock like no other. So this was the Blutmond Sebastian hated so passionately. Bella could see why. He wasn't as handsome as the other members of his family, he wasn't cunning, he definitely missed the sharp tongue and love for vile insults that Sebastian seemed so proud of. To be honest, having him call Sebastian wouldn't be that big of a problem. Sure, he would call her a whore and a slut for at least a month. But she trusted her friend enough to stay by her side no matter how many times she was unfaithful to her beloved wife.

"Go ahead," replied a defiant Belladonna with a smug smile. "Do you really think I'll confess and apologise to Sebastian? Please, he'll throw me a parade just for fucking the daughter of the Sultan. No offence, my darling Jasmine."

It was by this moment that Jasmine had finally broken free from Elizabeth's grasp, but the two girls were now simply watching the events unfold before their very eyes. Elizabeth truly felt bad for the poor girl. Not only did she have to deal with an arranged marriage to someone from a gender she wasn't even interested in, but now the girl she'd loved so much she wanted to marry was mocking her love with no hints of remorse. The Genesis prefect carefully pressed her hands against the the girl's shoulders in a comforting manner. If there was something she needed, it was a friend.

"Let me call the guards, they can take care of her," growled Jasmine with narrowed eyes. Eliza wasn't the biggest fan of her cousin, far from it, they hated each other. But Belladonna hand't done anything bad enough to risk being executed by the guards. Not only would their already tiny family become even smaller, Eliza didn't want to deal with a hysterical and crazed Ethan vowing to revenge his cousin's death. No, this type of behaviour deserved a different punishment.

"I have a better plan, just make sure you and Louis keep asking questions about your relationship to Bella - make sure she admits she slept with you recently," whispered Elizabeth in Jasmine's ear while she slowly took out her phone and began recording the conversation between Belladonna and Louis. She knew of a certain brunette who would love having this information about her wife.

As the conversation went from Belladonna bragging about shagging Jasmine, to Jasmine insulting her, to Louis threatening to call his cousin and tell him about Bella's unfaithfulness to her wife, Eliza stood behind Jasmine with her phone recording every single word spoken. When Belladonna refused to apologise for the seventh time, Eliza finally decided to speak up.

"Then you wont mind me showing your beloved Penelope this recording right? I'm sure she'll love the fact that you've betrayed her for what, the fifth time this year?" Elizabeth called from the back of the room. This caused Belladonna to finally pay attention to her cousin. Her expression turned from a sneer to pure terror. It was quite obvious she was remembering the last time Penelope caught her being unfaithful, way back when they attended the Academy. Back then, she used the oh-so-stupid "we were on a break" excuse, but now? Penelope would surely have her head.

"Fine. You little shits win. What do you want me to do, ask her father for forgiveness? Tell him I can restore her virginity? Murder her intended husband? Don't worry, I can do them all. Just make sure to erase that video and never mention a word of this to Penelope and we'll be fine. How about you lead the way, little Blutmond?"

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Interactions: Eliza fancries1
Mentions: None
Quest: The Flame's Resistance
Status: In Progress
Location: Requiem Academy, Training Grounds

Jasmine Bermout​

One of the important qualities of being a leader is being intuitive; not that all leaders were but most successful ones struck out well in the intuition factor, especially when it came to making big decisions. Letting the pacifist of the Genesis house fight one of Jasmine's magma monsters was one of those decisions and while Jasmine had predicted a lot of things, having Eliza run back to her was not one of them.

"Eliza, no! You have to fight it," Jasmine called out, worry finally setting in one her dragon mimic began to spat fireballs the size of volleyballs. She stood her ground, knowing her mimic would never hurt her intentionally, but in the fit of its rage, she kept the possibility in mind. A fireball fell dangerously near her heel and she side-stepped away just in time to avoid losing her toes.

"You can do this," Jasmine said, creating a mimic from underneath her. A large block shaped creature sprouted from beneath the ground. Its molten core swirling with ranges of orange and its thick earthen crust was all that kept the redhead's soles from melting off. It lifted her off the ground, like a high pedestal keeping her a few feet off the ground. "I know you can, Eliza."

Her words, though genuine, did not sound convincing, especially when the dragon was at Eliza's heel, breathing flames in her direction.

 

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Ophelia Sinclair
Status: Complete
Quest: The Assortment​

A Sinclair cleaning is as common as a pig dinning with royalty; which is to say, not at all. Ophelia had never lifted a finger when it came to household chores. She had servants who lived to clean her residence and some, even dedicated enough to come onto school grounds to tidy up her dorm. Needless to say, when the dame was asked to tidy up the Syndicate house, under the pretense of a 'quest', she was offended. Insulted even, and it showed through the cracks of her sickly sweet smile.

She had accepted the task with a cheery nod, venom curdling in her eyes once she was out of view of the one who assigned it to her. Curse the Syndicate President. Someday she'll get her revenge. Someday. The thought of him hanging from a noose was quite comforting.

Instead of making way towards the storage room where all the cleaning supplies were, Ophelia headed towards the Syndicate lounge, found on the lower floor of the double-story house. There were a few Syndicate members lounging around. One was reading magazines, another ate pistachio nuts, tossing each shell into the waste basket, while the another texted on their phone giddily on her phone. Ophelia eyed them for a moment and sighed as she waved a dainty hand to no one in particular.

"You three will just have to do," she muttered to herself, crossing over to sit at the sofas where they were. Her presence alerted the one eating nuts and when he made eye contact with her, she began her magic. The insignia in her eye glowed faintly, barely perceptible at a far distance. Memories weaved themselves into his mind and it only took a moment before the male remembered his lines.

"Hey, Ophelia," he said, rather dazed as though breaking from a trance.

She smiled at him, greeting him back with casual grace. "Shouldn't you be cleaning the House? You're on cleaning duty today remember?" she gently reminded, tucking her hands behind her back.

The male blinked, brows knitting together before it dawned on him, "Oh shit, you're right. I better get started," he sighed, pulling himself to his feet. The guy reading the magazines looked up this time and like the first male, Ophelia implanted the same memory and repeated the act with the girl texting on her phone as well.

"Wait for me. I have to rearrange all the books in the House library," he said with a groan. Their conversation seemed to 'remind' the girl as well and she whined, joining in, "At least you don't have to clean the toilet," she snapped, shoving her phone back into her pockets. "Actually, I don't remember when we started implementing cleaning duties. Do you?"

"It's a new thing," Ophelia interjected, brushing the matter off in her tone of voice. "You three should hurry. Inspection starts at hmm," she glanced at her watch, "Three o'clock. You have exactly two hours to finish. I'll be coming by again to see your progress. Good luck~" she hummed in a sing-song voice, waving at the three. The door to her house closed behind her and she silently thanked the Goddess for her given Anima. Beats elemental and physik powers any day.

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Two hours later, the Syndicate house is good as new. Shiny, clean and smelled pleasantly of lemon and pine. The three who cleaned were found plopped on the sofas, exhausted and spent. She smiled at the three of them and clapped her hands in praise.

"Good job," she told them, voice humming in approval. Now all that was left to do was to get rid of the evidence. With a wave of her hand, she fetched back the implanted fake memories and quietly, she thanked them under her breath, grinning and guiltless.