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As Danyren entered the dingy cafe, the smells of the city seemed to multiply tenfold, concentrated as they were in the small establishment. She tried and failed to keep the discomfort from her face. The odor of unwashed bodies mixed with the aroma of indeterminate foods and drink mixed together in the unpleasant atmosphere.

She made her way to the table the others had begun to sit around. She saw her charge offer a seat next to her, but she went around and sat on the other side of her instead. It allowed her to put her back toward the wall and gave her a better view of the rest of the place. She would prefer to stand, a position that would allow her more freedom to react should the need arises, but she decided that might seem rude. The chair creaked ominously as she settled her long frame into it, but otherwise seemed stable enough. She listened quietly as the others began to discuss possible plans of action for their other self, and as she had already said that her counterpart would be unable to make the meeting with Cirocco, she made no attempt to add anything to the conversation at present, instead opting to keep her head on a swivel, observing their party and the others in the dim interior. She continued to fidget with the hilt of her short sword in an effort to stay relaxed.

Her head was starting to ache from keeping her empathic senses but still within acceptable limits. Better safe than sorry. She of course noticed the scaly one she had seen enter before, though he had yet to join them at their table. It was probably only a matter of time till he did. She also picked up on an interest coming from another patron, but before she could study him closer, a flair of pain and distress snapped her eyes towards the front entrance. Not for the first time, she cursed the limitations of her empathy. Emotions without context didn't really tell her what was actually happening. She was just about to go take a look outside when the shadowed figure she had barely seen outside all but stumbled in and made her way to a table in the corner. She seemed to be attempting to get herself under control, using a breathing technique. Danyren argued with herself for several moments over whether or not to go and see if there was any way she could help. She didn't even know if she could help, but she had to try. Helping others was just a part of who she was, and her other self was in total agreement.

Decision made, she excused herself from the table, saying she would return in a moment, before carefully approaching the woman. She tried to appear as non threatening as possible, but there wasn't much she could do about her height, so she kept her hands loosely open at her side away from her weapons, and stopped a couple of feet away from the table to the side, making sure not to cut off an avenue of escape for the woman. This was not the first time she had ever had to approach someone who was hurting, and having an escape sometimes helped them to not freak out or get defensive. Not always, something she had learned the hard way, but sometimes.

"Are you okay, miss. Do you require assistance?"


Faye. Faye.
 
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DYZZ
Who knew parchment could be so troublesome. He had originally planned to ignore it due to its overly simplistic and plain nature. It certainly sounded like it could be a trap. However, their methods seemed so simple that Bazz couldn't help but take it as truth. For awhile now, he had began to have dreams about a day time, or was he having a dream about night? For all he knew, this could have been a dream. It was strange enough that you dreams were repetitive, and continuous. However, when he start having dreams about a man who had dreams of him having dreams about his dreams...dreaming, that was when Bazz put the nail in the coffin and addressed the issue. The only logical conclusion was the illogical assumption that he was not dreaming, but rather living. Thank god his other half was competent albeit a bit of a nerd, or he wouldn't be able to live it down. He would probably die a virgin tho.

Bazz's thoughts were interrupted by the gathering of individuals in the café whom he had been trailing. There was no way he was just going to whoopidy do into a meeting on someone else's whim. At the very least there were a lot of trusting people in this bunch. Bazz didn't even trust himself let alone others; however, he could not let his curiosity go unquenched. Doubts once again clouded his mind. How did he know that this phenomenon wasn't a bad thing. Most people feared abnormalities, and he was pretty sure this would classify as a huge abnormality. Then there was on thing that had been eating at him ever since he saw them enter the café. It ate at him, and continued to prod his brain until he could hold in it no longer-

"You want to pour juice on their heads, don't you," a inner voice said cutting through his thoughts.

"You have no idea," Bazz responded with an agitated expression.

The inner voice was Dylinus, his daytime counterpart. He was not the most upstanding citizen, but at least his heart was in the right place. Bazz was another story. He didn't really see himself as a different person, but rather the same person with split personalities. Similar concepts, but very different at its core. Somewhere down the line he just simply called himself Dyzz since it was more efficient. He had been trailing them for awhile now, waiting for the moment they all fall into some absurdly large pit with the bad guy shouting HAHA, or Fufufufufu, but it hadn't happened...yet, so he decided to waltz in the café. He looked around as if he was just a normal customer and then continued toward the mass of people huddled in a cramped space. He joined the huddle without really introducing himself and dusted off his hat before putting it back on. "....Yeah, this doesn't look suspicious at all. Hardly noticed the horde of strangers whispering in the dark."
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The cafe smelled just as it looked.

That was Vonsko's first thought as he entered the cafe, quickly moving away from the door to lean against a nearby wall, trying his best to look as though he belonged- not an easy feat, and that was without the noticeable scales. He found himself briefly wishing he was the other one- Breik, he reminded himself- who could at least move about unnoticed when he tried. A thud sounded from nearby- just one of the other patrons dropping their drink, it seemed. Shaking his head, Vonsko's attention turned back to the cafe itself- more accurately, his search for the group he had felt. They had to be there, they absolutely had to be- please, night above, let them be, he thought to himself.

It was then he noticed the figure in the corner.

Vonsko knew that the figure was a her immediately- even with the shadow of the corner falling over her, he almost recognized her. But at that point, he wasn't sure if it was just a vision, or if he was being hopeful- after all, the vision working immediately after the cards had done their job? It had to be hope tricking him. He supposed, somewhere, he hoped that that was exactly what it was- an excuse to give up on this mad quest to find an equally mad man with utterly mad ravings of night and day.

Even as he stood there, contemplating, he watched the corner, and thus saw the overly tall woman make her way to the figure, seeming to offer assistance. He took a step toward the two, before a brief moment of intuition washed over his thoughts- a reflex of Breik.

Look at the way they are, he thought to himself, and, upon looking, Vonsko noticed everything he had to about them. One, was that the woman in the corner seemed to be in pain- even from where he stood, he could briefly make out the heavy rise and fall of her breath. And the second, the taller one, had left her an easy route of escape should she so choose- a wise choice, when dealing with both people and animals, Vonsko thought- no, Breik thought. Instead, his brief moment of clarity- and with it, any hope that he was imagining what he felt- gone, he traced the approximate path the tall woman had taken back through the cafe.

Even without the hunter's intuition of Breik, Vonsko had no idea how he had missed the group. They filled a table easily, and, while not screaming their mad ideas about different worlds, didn't seem to be trying to hide much- then again, he supposed that a horde of seemingly strangers whispering to each other in the dark would look just as insane, if not moreso. Counting out the group, including the two that weren't at the table currently, they numbered six- just one over the cards. He pulled them out and looked them over.

Lord. Prisoner. Guardsman. Wizard. Bard. He flipped through his deck again, and pulled out two more- the Fortune Teller, and the Jester. Were those a result of his power? No, but, after looking at the group, he noticed one of the men in particular, and he seemed to have the high energy of a similar merryman. Vonsko tucked the seven cards into a separate pocket, took a deep breath, and approached the table, his most genuine, customer service smile on his scaly face.

"Hello there, sirs, madams," he said politely. "Quite a large group for a night out at the cafe. Would yet another be of any inconvenience?"

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Niahm's in Control

Niahm fumbled with her fingers, the growing group becoming a concern of hers. It was easy to keep a secret hidden between few, but, with ten other people — well — that becomes an issue. How were they supposed to stay under the radar with a mixture of odd appearances and behavior? Ciara — for probably the first time since they've met —was in agreement with Niahm and wondered what would happen if the world found out they could 'hear voices'. She assumed this entire group would be sent to an Asylum.

As if clarifying her worries, a man with pale skin approached the table. "...Yeah, this doesn't look suspicious at all. Hardly noticed the horde of strangers whispering in the dark." Apparently, an old, rundown cafe isn't as secluded as she thought. They would need to find another place to discuss this, but not right now. Migrating the group would only draw more attention to them. A lizard-like man, who seemed polite despite his dangerous appearance, approached them as well. "Hello there, sirs and madams. Quite a large group for a night out at the cafe. Would another be of any inconvenience." Yes. Yes, it would. Ciara grumbled bitterly.

"Not at all, sir," Niahm gave a gentle smile, "Please, sit down. You can take my seat. I need to do something anyway." The Veela excused herself from the table and approached the manager of the cafe, who was standing by the cash register idly. Let me do this, you'll just mess up. Reluctantly, Niahm loosened the reigns on her control over the body, allowing Ciara to do what she does best — manipulate. Her entire stance shifted, her head now pulled high and arms loose by her side, instead of fidgeting with her clothing.

She leaned onto the counter, smiled at the manager, and chatted with him for a few minutes. After a while, he cleared his throat and addressed the room. "Attention, the cafe is now closed for a private party." Although a bit annoyed, the majority of the room left.

Seeing a man still sitting down, his face buried in his hands, Ciahm approached him. "Excuse me, sir, the cafe is closing." She paused for a moment, realizing Levi was one of the people Mars pointed to, saying that he was supposed to join the group. "Actually, care to join our table?"

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mention: LazyDaze LazyDaze (Dyzz) Squad141 Squad141 (Mars)

 
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Araine
A small figure clad in black latched to the edge of the roof. She observed the hustle and bustle of the city for a moment before a loud burst of steam interrupted her thoughts. Without a second thought, Arachne flung herself between the narrow allowance of the closing train doors. She scurried along the aisle and into the nearest empty seat. Comfortable and cozy, the once tiny spider transformed into a 12-year-old girl with unruly clothes and untamed hair.

Just then sharp pain pulsed through her head. Where is-... have you?... HaveyouheardofCirocco? The voices overlapped and intensified until everything was just a loud buzz, ending at the clatter of cups.

Sighing, she rubbed her temples. She felt that her headaches became more and more frequent. Since “Eri” came along, Arachne’s “voices” were louder and clearer than ever. In fact, when she first found out about this other side of her, she believed she was just another one of them.

Her gaze landed on a piece of crumpled paper she clutched.

A few hours ago, Arachne leisurely strolled down the streets. Today marked the start of her long-awaited break. She planned to visit her hometown and ran off to her brother’s bakery before her departure. The bulletin board in town square that was usually empty caught her eye now. Upon closer inspection, someone had secured a stained piece of paper against it.

If you remember night and day, come to Jynciea City or Hyphonius county.

-Cirocco

Arachne whipped her head side to side before making sure no one was watching. She ripped the scrap off and slipped it into her pocket.

Hah! What a coincidence. Just what we were looking for. Come on, let’s go. Vite, vite, ah?

“What’re you doing still standing there?” Her brother whispered from nowhere.

Arachne arched her neck, startled. How had she not sensed him? “Uh… so, you know… I’m leaving town for a while and I thought I’d visit before I leave.”

“Woah, on your own? My baby sister is finally leaving the nest! This big brother’s so proud of you.” He said in a mocking tone, wiping a tear. Although they were born around the same time, he always liked to tease her about being the shortest. “I honestly wouldn’t recommend vacay there but who am I to judge my sister’s weird taste?”

Irritated, she huffed and smacked his arm before running to catch the last train.


“Miss, excuse me, miss. This is the last stop…”

Someone shook her. Arachne wiped her drool, her face flushed and hurried out the doors. She dragged her bag to the side of the road and wrinkled her nose. Catching a whiff of marinated snakeskin and snail venom, the corners of her mouth hooked up slightly. Ah… It seemed like some things never change.
 
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Talowyn listened to their opinions about her idea. The other glowing woman - the Veela she remembered the race to be - had been quick to volunteer her day self. The jester seemed to approve of going as well. "Yes, I shall be going there as well." She mused to herself. However, the jester had pointed out that there were others who seemed very interested in their little group and likely were summoned by Cirocco as well. She nodded. "Of course." She conceded. Of course, that meant they had to wait which meant that they were wasting precious time. Then again, who knows how many people had begun to remember like them.

A small group would be fine to manage. A larger group would be quite troublesome - as exemplified with them leaving. Illia offered up oh so helpfully as the tall, short haired person with the Veela had left first. Talowyn's eyes followed her as she left but the woman did nothing to stop her. They each had their own concerns in their mind. As soon as they decide that the group is 'filled' - whenever that may be - they would be able to continue talking. The sooner the better, she thought to herself. Well don't get too impatient. Doubt it'll finish anytime soon. Unfortunately. Talowyn propped her elbow on the table and covered her mouth with her hand - making it look like she was just resting her head on it - to keep the smirk on her face from being shown.

"....Yeah, this doesn't look suspicious at all. Hardly noticed the horde of strangers whispering in the dark."

"Hello there, sirs, madams. Quite a large group for a night out at the cafe. Would yet another be of any inconvenience?"

Talowyn looked towards them even as the veela assured them that they could join the group. "In this part of town, a group filled with hushed whispers is hardly a new sight." She replied back before gesturing with her other hand for them to a take a seat. Or stand, like what the jester was doing. She wondered if these were frequent travelers or warriors in some form. Those were always skittish, always more comfortable in a setting where they could move as they would want. "Though, we attracted your attention. In such case, I assume you're in the same position as us." Talowyn wasn't very keen in making them less suspicious because that meant it would be obvious to those who searched what they were.

That was when the manager had announced that they were going to hose a private party and that the cafe was now closed. Talowyn turned to the manager and saw that the Veela had spoken to him. Well, that should cover us from any more prying ears. Talowyn gave a non-committal hum. She spotted the Veela heading over to the man that the jester had pointed at. Meanwhile, the Veela's companion from earlier was talking to another woman. Both of them the jester had called attention upon earlier.

"I wonder how many of us there actually are." It wasn't exactly a question but something to ponder about as they waited.

 
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Levi screwed his face up in anger as he listened to the chatter of the large group of people, why couldn't he just walk over there and introduce himself? Why didn't he..? With his face still buried in his hands he gave a sigh, wondering why his game was off all of the sudden. On any normal day he would be a smooth-talking gentlemen and ladies man, getting what he wanted with only a few words. That was the way onis were supposed to be but now he was all caught up talking to himself, which didn't prove to be a bad thing as of right now.

He perked up a bit when he heard a male voice. "Hello there, sirs, madams. Quite a large group for a night out at the cafe. Would yet another be of any inconvenience?" He snickered to himself, wondering if it was just that easy to get into their group of what seemed like highly suspicious people. Even though Levi knew what their intentions were, or at least he could easily assume what they were. He was almost about to get up and make conversation but it seemed as though conversation found him before he found it.
The oni lifted his horned head, reaching up with both of his hands as he fixed his hair and turned his gaze on to the woman that approached him. She had magnificently long hair and admittedly cute freckles spreading across her ghostly skin. He raised an eyebrow upon hearing the young lady's question, offering her a breathy chuckle. "It depends on what you're inviting me over for." He smirked, standing up after addressing the question, only turning around to push his own chair in. "If you have any room left over then I'd be happy to." He replied evenly, his voice and demeanor calm and composed. As it should be. As he normally was.

His gray eyes flickered over to the group of people, wondering just how many more people would continue to show up over the course of the night. And he wondered how many of them would be disgusted with his day counterpart. He was a cannibalistic, deer-like, skeleton creature of sorts.. Not something someone would want to see on a day-to-day basis.
 
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The county had an odd sort of charm to it. It was sordid and filthy on the exterior and probably interior as well, but Milfoil somehow felt that there was a jewel buried beneath it all. Buried very deep beneath it all, indeed. The streets had an assortment of creatures from all over the world and a variety of lights lit up the shops and services lining the streets. Hyphonius seemed in a constant awake state, never settling down for even a moment. It needed no rest because as the saying went, rest was for the weak and Hyphonius could not be in any way called weak.

Milfoil wrinkled her brow at the throng of people coming and going on the street before her. Her previous conjecture was right, nobody would notice her in the crowd, but it also begged the question, how was she going to find this Cirocco? By asking every person she came across? That was sheer stupidity, but that might also be the only way she would get her answers. Unless there was another note somewhere here?

She started walking the grimy, cobbled pathways, hoping for any semblance of a message tacked in the dark corners she came across. After quite a while bumping into others and apologizing, she was starting to think that she should just start her door-to-door salesman behaviour until she spotted a square of honey brown. Advancing towards the large wooden board, she realized that the item she noticed was most definitely not a square and most definitely not honey in colour. But it was something even better. It was Cirocco.

Milfoil grinned and mentally clapped herself on the back. She knew that relying on herself was the right choice. Her delight quickly dissipated when she realized that there was no way she would get to Literati Avenue in the hour the note stated. She ripped it off from the board hoping that the gathering time would change, but they, as inked words do, did not. She flipped it around and raised her brows. The back of the scrap had another message written in elegant scrawl, reporting of others like her at a nearby cafe. She pursed her lips, her eyes locating the dismal place a few steps away.

She ruffled her hair even messier than it usually was, stuck the note back to the wood and acted casual as she neared the cafe. She strolled inside the door with all the grace of a drunken bobcat, hoping she looked like a patron who just needed a midnight snack after a bout of mead.

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Arachne stared dumbfounded into the distance. “...” Where in the world is this? ... You tell me. I’m not the one who's been here before.

Just looking at the streets made her dizzy. Bright, dazzling lights lit up every store, loud chatter of creatures whizzed by. The atmosphere was certainly the most lively she had seen in ages. Most of the street signs were newly painted in multiple fonts. Hysian? Or was that Hyseom? Cournfil? What’s Cournfil? Why has this changed so much from my nonexistent memory?

Tugging her hood over her face, Arachne crossed the road. The moment she stepped onto the opposite side, she was swept into the middle of the crowd. Pushed and shoved around the creatures, there was no escape. There were many of them out at this hour. If you weren’t careful, you’d get trampled. Every so often she’d look up for a familiar landmark, but every time, another creature would block her view or another store took its place. She finally gave up trying to figure her way around this area.

Squeezing through the now less dense crowd, Arachne pressed herself against the bare wall of a hat shoppe. She looked around, gathering up the courage to walk up to a passerby.

“Excuse me…” Arachne stopped an elderly lady.

The lady stared at her, confusion flashing across her eyes. Frowning, her wrinkled skin scrunched up but then, as soon as the frown appeared, it disappeared. Her face broke out into a smile. “How can I help you?”

Arachne laughed awkwardly. I knew this wasn’t a good idea, she cried in her heart. Does the hood over my face make me look that suspicious? (yes) Maybe this wasn't a good idea... Maybe we should just turn around and- Touch the ground and freeze. Oh please. Let me handle this.

“Do you happen to know anyone named Cirocco?”

“Why, in all my years!” The woman sounded so surprised. Maybe even excited.

“Oh no. I don’t,” She continued, causing Arachne’s spirits to crash instantly, “ Buuut, someone at the café might. There are all kinds of creatures that come and go. Bound to be someone who knows someone who knows someone…”

After fishing out a pen, she wrote the name of the café and pointing to a well-lit shop at the end of the street.

Arachne thanked the lady and hurried on her way.
 
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The smell of fresh tea and fragrant pastries hit her as a Moleski girl pushed open the café doors. Arachne licked her lips. Her bro always made the best cream puffs. Carefully adjusting her hood to cover her eyes, she stared through the thick, mesh-like fabric that cast the surrounding in a lovely maroon. Much better.


Before the doors closed, she rushed in like a madman slamming into the same Moleski girl.

“Ow. Ah! I’m so sorry. Sorry,” Arachne lowered her head and apologized.

Glancing around, only one table was filled. The table they all squeezed around now seemed all too small. There was, what, ten creatures, that fit around the table. The table was distracted by the addition of yet another creature and hadn’t noticed them. The manager walked up to the two.

“Excuse me, the cafe is now closed for a private party,” he said, gesturing toward the large group.

“Oh, I’m uhh… here for…” her head swirled as she tried to think of an excuse.
 
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Maurelle
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Location: The Dingy Café, Hyphonius County
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"Are you okay, miss? Do you require assistance?" Maeve shot out of her chair like a cat, making it fall over and causing a rather loud crash. Instantly she had a throwing knife in her right hand, and was ready to pull out the second one from her other boot. Her pain gave her away though – her hand was far from steady enough to make an accurate throw even at close range, and her stance was rather unbalanced. What in the heavens are you doing?! The knife dropped from her grip and down onto the floorboards as if the hilt had burned her. We do not use violence! Under no circumstances! You fool girl! You could've gotten me killed! Fixating her silvery gaze onto the stranger – that feline human-but-not, she realised – Maeve tried to pull herself together, collect herself, in hope of covering up her momentarily weakness. Strange. I think I can taste metal. That's because of the headache, you utter moron. And you dare calling me foolish! Now you go ahead and accept her help before I– Maeve decided not to listen to Corabelle, and for once it actually worked. She ran her eyes over the stranger, taking note of the escape route purposely left for her, of the stranger's calm, peaceful posture.

"I'm..." Stopping herself, Maeve searched for something to say, something that wasn't a lie. "I do not want your help. Just..." Again she halted. "It will pass, eventually. I don't want to bother you." I don't want you to bother me. Well, that was the truth. Wasn't it? Maeve hated having her senses dimmed like this, her thoughts clouded. Lucky I added that last part. A lady should never forget her manners. Shaking her head – and regretting it – Maeve straightened a bit and hardened her stare. She should never have gone into this acrid smelling café, not in a weakened state, at the very least. But... There were others like her. Others with... voices in their heads. Others who remembered the thing called day. If that was not reason enough to stay, to learn... To have a purpose. Frowning slightly, Maeve tried to look as intimidating as possible, contradicting Corabelle's previous words of politeness. Never trust a stranger. Especially not an armed one. Oh, please. She met the stranger – Danyren? – stare for stare, refusing to flinch at those feline eyes of hers. The fae girl was dimly aware of being watched, that the earlier ruckus had most certainly caused a scene, but she dared not take her eyes off of the human-but-not-human woman. Under the somewhat dulled pain, her senses screamed trap. And trapped she would not be, never again. Not for as long as she lived.

"My name is Maurelle. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" One second she had been all hostility, the next... A look of confusion passed over Maeve's face. This was surely something new. She could feel Corabelle's smug satisfaction. "You just won't leave me alone, will you?" She muttered, oblivious to having spoken the words out loud. How was she ever going to defend herself again if she had to deal with a bloody pacifist hijacking her mind and body half of the time? Unsure of what to do next, Maeve took a somewhat shaky breath and turned her doe-like eyes away from the stranger's feline ones. Stranger one, Maurelle zero.
 
Danyren had been momentarily distracted by the place being cleared of other customers not in their group, and by the arrival of two newcomers, one right after the other, so when the woman she was offering assistance to sprang to her feet while drawing a knife from her boot, causing the chair she had been occupying to crash to the floor, Danyren had instinctively dropped to a battle stance and had her short-sword half drawn before she could stop herself. Sheepishly she relaxed to her previous pose, letting the sword slide all the back into its sheathe with a quiet sthnik as she refocused. She tasted the myriad of emotions pouring off the Fae, but the dichotomy was unlike anything she had dealt with before. She spared a glance for the knife that was all but thrown to the floor, an action not in keeping with her initial reaction. Though she seemed a bit off balance, possibly from the pain she originally sensed, she did not seem one to be so careless with a blade she obviously knew how to handle. Then she refused her help, politely. That was understandable. One did not wear blades like those on her back in this city unless she could hold her own. Next, she gave a challenging stare, that Danyren met with a strong respect. There were no few Fae in the Night Watchers, and they were formidable to the cause. She had no reason to doubt that this woman could be just as formidable. But then she became completely polite and introduced herself, throwing Danyren completely off until the woman's demeanor changed again as she mumbled, "You just won't leave me alone, will you?" At first she thought the woman was speaking to her, but when she put all the pieces together, it made a little more sense, confirming that she was one of them. However, it did not seem that Maurelle had the same harmony with her other half as Danyren did.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts before slowly reaching down and scooping the dropped knife from the floor and offering it hilt first to its owner. A part of her noted that it was well-made and perfectly balanced. Definitely not something just for show. "I apologize for startling you, Maurelle. I can tell you do not need my help, but the offer stands should you ever decide otherwise. If I am correct, fate has brought us all here tonight for the same reason, and it would appear we are in this together. I am Danyren, but most call me Dany. Would you care to join us? They were just discussing a plan for...our other selves? For the parts of us that live in the...sunshine, I believe it is called."
 
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Lights blinked out in Hyphonius, like multicoloured candles being blown out by the abruptly rising sun. Creatures fainted where they stood and slept where they lie, unknowingly missing the picturesque replacement of night with day. Though it took but a few moments before they stood up again, meeting the blazing star in the sky with a changed appearance in a changed place.

Iyanth-ei was now under Diianta's command.
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🌱 Milfoil🌱
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Tendrils of green hair whipped up from a lopsided hemp pillow, smacking the owner of the locks in the face. Milfoil blinked dazedly, rubbing her face that was still tingling from the aftermath of her hair attack and looked around at her room. Finger combing through her messy verdant mop, she stuck a foot out, hoping to meet the hardwood floor but instead ending up tumbling ungracefully off the vine hammock.

"Urk." Milfoil scrunched up her eyebrows, cradling the second injury she got before the day had hardly started. She gripped the edge of a shelf of travel trinkets and pulled herself up, hobbling towards her sturdiest pair of boots. It took a bit of fumbling before her fingers regained their familiarity with the laces but the leather was soon neatly tied up. She rapped her heels against the floor, hearing the satisfying thunk it made and stood up, stretching her limbs.

Although she was upset that she did not learn anything about her day-night compatriots, she knew she should probably have breakfast before brooding about Hyphonius. Eating in the morning boosted brainpower, or so it went, not that much was needed for brooding. Opening the only door in the small room, Milfoil took a deep breath, taking in the smell of abundant plants after rainfall. Striding out onto an oak platform and seeing the leaves swaying and the critters chattering, her lips curved for a moment before she stepped out into empty air. The rush of the wind, the blur of the greenery around her added to the dropping feeling in her stomach gave her mild vertigo and so she reached out her hand. The trailing plant by her side snaked around her waist and broke her freefall, landing her gently on another wooden platform slightly lower in the trees.

The round treehouse-like structure encompassed the trunk of large redwood with a large window opening that circled the entire thing. It was much larger than her cramped room, though just as simply built. No extra embellishment, only practicality. Inside was just as basic as the outside, with nothing but a circular oak table, a few chairs made of the same material and a long ebony cupboard. Milfoil flipped through the cupboard before grabbing a chipped acorn mug and a jug of verdant fluid, pouring herself a cup without bothering pull out a chair at the table.

"Pwah." She licked the green foam off the edge of her lip and tossed her used cup and jug back into the cupboard. Hyssop really knew how to make a good tomato-leaf smoothie. Unfortunately, after that last jug there would not be more until he came back. There was always something in the food he made that she could not recreate, no matter how much he tried to teach her. After resting against the cupboard, wrinkling her brows in thought of a plan, she let out a resigned sigh. Milfoil leapt back out into the trees and let the vines bring her to her room to prepare her travelling items. She had a feeling she was not going to be back for a while.

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Dan's eyes snapped open. It was still dark in the barracks, but he could hear stirring as others in the room started to wake as well. He stretched his large frame, listening to the familiar creaking from his rack as it shifted under his weight. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he slowly sat up, pondering his dreams, feeling his heart begin to beat a little faster with excitement. He knew those dreams were real! He'd accepted much faster than his night counterpart. Before he started seeing her, he couldn't believe that he had never questioned why no one ever did anything while they slept, why they never had to worry about anything. Turns out, he wasn't sleeping. He was someone else. Well, not exactly, he supposed. They were the same person, just living different lives in a different world that was somehow this same world. He grinned. Life was so much more interesting now. Not that it had been boring before. There was just more to it now. His face turned thoughtful. He needed to get to the city, but he had duties here. How could he leave? No one would believe the truth, no one but the others like him. He wondered what they were like, during the day. Rising with another long stretch, he got dressed in his guard uniform and headed for the chow hall. He would be able to think better on a full stomach.

Not wanting to wait for breakfast to be cooked, he ate some leftover stew from the night before and swiped a few rolls to snack on later before making his way to the Captain of the Guard's office. He received permission to enter, and he stepped in to see the Captain already busy, getting the day's order of business ready. She looked up as he came in and thumped his fist to his chest in a salute.

"Good morning, Sergeant," she said, casually returning the salute and looking a little surprised to see him so early. He was usually one of the last to rise from sleep. "What do you need?"


"Good morning, Captain. I was wondering if I could request some leave? I need to go to the city."

The Captain cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? For how long?"

Dan shifted his weight. "That's the problem, sir. I don't really know."

The Captain gave him a concerned look. "Is everything ok? Did something happen? Are your parents well?"

"Yes, sir, thank you, my family is fine. And nothing has happened, yet, but a friend reached out and asked me to come. It sounded serious, sir, and she has never asked for my help before." There, that was mostly true enough.

The Captain smirked slightly. "She?" she prompted.

Dan mentally winced. His reputation wasn't exactly a secret, and the Captain seemed to be jumping to the wrong conclusion. "It's not like that, I swear, sir. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious, and I know it's really short notice, which I'm sorry for, but I was hoping you could maybe spare me for a while?"

She stared him down long enough for him to feel uncomfortable. "Well," she finally said, "I ought to say no, because it is such short notice, but you have performed your duties very well, and I don't recall you ever having requested leave before now. How long have you been in the guard, son?"

Dan felt his shoulders relax a little.
"Six years, sir."

The Captain nodded thoughtfully. "Your request is granted. You are certainly due the time off, and things have been quiet enough that you are not needed right now. I will ask that your check all your guard issue gear in with the quartermaster till you return, though. Wouldn't want any of it to go missing, now." She pulled out a parchment and wrote something down before stamping it. "Also, give him this so that he can give you your next pay today, since you may need that."

Dan sighed with relief as he accepted the note. "Thank you, sir, I appreciate it."

She waved him off. "Don't mention it. Like I said, you're owed this time off anyways. Safe travel on your journey."

Taking that as a dismissal, Dan saluted and left the office. It took all his will not to shout for joy. He hurried to collect his gear and change into civilian garb before heading to the quartermaster. Once he had finished his business there, he drew his pay and all but ran to his parents' home, ready to start his adventure. He slowed and entered his childhood home. His parents were awake and getting ready for their own day, but when they saw him, both his mothers broke out with smiles and rushed to envelop him in a big hug. "What a surprise!" Cera exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your uniform?"

He grinned at them, accepting their doting on him as he replied, "I was granted leave from my duties. An old friend that lives in the city asked for help, so I am heading there."

"An old friend? Who?" questioned Maria.

He shrugged. "Um, you wouldn't know her, she's more of an acquaintance really, but she has never asked for help before, so I feel I ought to go."

"Oh, you're such a good boy. I'm proud of you for going to help."

Dan blushed a little at his deception, and hoped they mistook it for their praise. "Thanks, ma. I just wanted to say good-bye and pack a few things before I left."

"Of course! Of course!" exclaimed Cera. "Maria, honey, could you pack him some food for the road? Are you taking your horse?" she asked Dan. When he nodded, she shooed him off towards his old room. "Well you go pack your things while I see to him. He'll be glad to get out and stretch his legs."

"Thanks, ma!" he called out as he hurried to his room. There wasn't much to pack really, just a change of clothes and his spare set of leather armor. He would wait till he was out of the city to don it, though. He didn't want to worry his mothers. He also rolled up his traveling cloak and sleeping bag, plus some other odds and ends he might need, like some fishing tackle and fire starter and other basic camping supplies. He shouldn't need them in the city, but who knew where this adventure might lead? When he emerged from his room, Maria met him with a small bag that she packed in his bag for him. "There's some meat pies in there that I made yesterday, as well as some trail rations with dried fruit and nuts. Oh, and some of that jerky you love."

He hugged her and stooped to plant a kiss on her forehead. He had towered over her ever since puberty. "Thanks, ma, you're the best!"

She giggled and got up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "And don't you forget it! Come on, I'm sure Shadow is ready by now."

Sure enough, Cera was leading the leggy stallion up as they stepped outside. Dan had managed to purchase him for a steal when the spirited animal proved completely unsuited for the work he had been destined for as a colt. Dancing and prancing was not exactly allowed when hitched to a plow. Dan admired the big dappled grey as he pranced on light hooves, offering him an apple. Shado accepted it with messy slurps and crunches, bobbing his head. His mother handed him the reins. "How you can ride this beast, I do not know. He is much too excitable!"

Dan laughed.
"But that's what makes it so fun!"

Cera shook her head at him before giving him a long hug and a peck on the cheek. She was a few inches taller than her wife, but Dan still had to stoop for her. Bidding his mothers farewell, he leaped into the saddle and turned the animal towards the city, eager to arrive. He let the horse run for the first few minutes to let him work some of his energy before settling him down to a nice relaxed lope. Six hours was a long way to go, and he didn't want to wear Shadow out too soon.
 

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Talowyn grunted when she woke up - the feeling of the tail gone but now the new yet very familiar weight of wings on her back made themselves known. She placed a hand on her forehead. She was feeling refreshed, truly, but the shift always caught her off guard. It was like one second, she was Illia and the next second she was Alois with only this moment or two of pitch black darkness where she couldn't think or move. It was a jarring experience and despite having this done to her for a few days now, Talowyn still wasn't quite used to it. However, in the first few minutes of her waking up, it was the only time that her mind was truly silent as the two personas she had were also reeling from the sudden switch. In these few minutes, Talowyn prepared herself for the mental onslaught when Alois and Illia would fight.

Ah finally, my time! Alois rejoiced inside her mind and Talowyn took in a deep breath. Dear Nykios here we go again. Illia groaned which reverberated in her mind. Talowyn began to prepare for the day as the two conversed with each other about the circumstances. Illia was disappointed that they didn't have a solid plan because there were too many people still filing in. Alois was disappointed for a different reason - because she was worried that there were people who didn't get the message. You could clearly see how different the two were.

"Oi Alois, you ready?" A shout came from outside her room. It was Gus, one of her fellow performers. Him, Alois and Frey were the original trio of the SilverWings. She had been looking for people to work with and they were skilled athletes as well. When she approached them, they were all go for it. They wanted to try a bit more dangerous things. Sure, it was fun going on races and whatever flying athletics that was thrown their way - but they wanted more. Besides, if they became performers, they would be able to spread happiness to even the young ones.


"Yeah, I'm good! Just a minute!" Talowyn shouted back. She stretched her wings and her limbs to limber up. With that, she moved to the door and slipped out of the room. She went down a floor and entered the kitchen area where Gus and Frey were both sitting, both nursing their own preferred morning drink. "Good morning guys." She greeted with a casual wave as she grabbed the coffee pot and poured it into her cup. Even though they had an entire troupe of more members, they all didn't live together. Since they were currently on a short-term vacation after a rather excruciatingly tiring tour, most of the members had gone off to their own homes and to their own families. The three of them had dedicated their lives to their craft. Though, admittedly, they were just a bunch of runaways who didn't want anything to do with their families anymore. Alois, despite what she might say, didn't feel the need nor want to go back to her family. An estranged child. A point of connection. Illia mused. Illia, the child who was sold and never looked back at her family anymore.

After their breakfast, Talowyn finally spoke up. "I'm heading out today." She said, standing up and was met with questioning looks. "Someone invited me out and I kind of wanted to see who it was."

Frey grinned. "Wow, I never thought you'd be the type of girl to take up mysterious notes." She pointed out to which Talowyn just laughed at. That's because I'm not. Maybe you don't.

Gus's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you'll be safe though?" His question was laced with worry and Talowyn could understand why. Gus was close to both Frey and Alois and acted like a protective older brother to both of them. It was a sort of family dynamic they had produced due to years of living together. "It's an informal invitation yeah? And you don't know em so..."

Talowyn crossed her arms. "Are you saying I can't protect myself Gus?" She said, playfully but there was a hint of seriousness there. Gus muttered something under his breath and she reached forward and ruffled his hair. "Ill be fine." She reassured him. With that, he finally relented and they all bid their farewells. Perhaps fine isn't the word you should be using. And Illia was right. This was still a big unknown. Sure, she knew that there were other people that were in the same predicament and condition but she was still alone. Trust was hard to gain and hard to give.

After packing enough essentials, Talowyn spread her wings and took flight. This was only a few hours which was no problem for the athlete. She could just stop every now and then to rest. To Literati Avenue.
 
Ciara's Information:
➳ species: korrigan
➳ Blonde, straight hair to mid-back
➳ light blue eyes
➳ pale complexion
➳ roughly 5' 4"
➳ wears a light blue dress
➳ subtly manipulative
Ciara murdered her old boss, Dinis.


Ciara's in Control

Ciara didn’t quite remember falling asleep during Diianta’s last cycle, yet she awoke in bed with a throbbing headache. She clenched her eyes shut, allowing her body a moment to adjust to the shift, before reopening them. There was always a strange sense of disorientation that came with being in control again. Almost as if awakening from a dream, Ciara felt weightless and surreal. And, for just a second, she forgot how to move.

The Korrigan slowly extended her arms then wiggled her fingers, reminding herself how her body worked, before sitting up. She grabbed a brush from her night table and combed through her straight, blonde hair. Even after there were no more knots, Ciara found herself continuing to brush as she stared at the wooden floors. She felt... lost. This entire situation of being able to remember someone else's life was really messing with her head. Unconsciously, she occasionally found herself craving foods she's never eaten or enjoying activities she thought she hated. It was weird, to say the least, and made her feel like a whole nother person.

“Ciara!” the familiar voice of the bartender, Alan, called out, snapping her out of her mind, “We need you out here in five!”

Her nose scrunched up in discontent. She always hated being rushed. Ciara stood up, quickly changing into her usual blue dress, before heading into the front pub. The place was empty ⁠— which could be expected, considering they only opened half an hour ago.

She gave an amused grin, “You guys want me to sing to the ghosts or something?” Despite her irritation, nothing about her gave it away. She nonchalantly leaned her body against the counter, resting her arm on the top of it.

Alan rolled his eyes, “No, I want you to meet our new boss. He should be coming soon.”

Ciara’s mouth thinned into a frown, “I still can’t believe Dinis didn’t even tell us in person about his leave,” she shook her head solemnly, “I mean, after working together for what? four years? You think he’d tell us about him suddenly moving to the city.”

Alan nodded in agreement as he set up the counter. “Yeah, and to top it all off, he won’t respond to any of the mail I’ve sent him.”

“Damn…” Ciara sighed, running her fingers through her hair, “What a heartless jerk. Not even bothering to reply to the man who paid for his medicine.” Stop it, please, the Veela begged, frustrated by her counterparts two-sidedness. For a reason Ciara couldn't quite explain, she listened and quickly changed the conversation. “Hold up⁠—,” the Korrigan tilted her head in fake thought, “I was actually scheduled for a break today for the next few days to go visit my family.”

Alan rose an eyebrow, checking the work calendar, “Really? I don’t see it written down.”

“Well, I told Dinis before he left. He must’ve just forgotten about penciling it in just like he forgot about us.” Ciara said, bitterly.

“Oh, well… In that case, I’ll let the new boss know you’re on vacation. Sheesh, you could've told me sooner so I could find someone else as entertainment.” Ciara shrugged, her sheepish smile wordlessly apologizing to the man.

“Thanks, Alan,” she chirped, reaching for her bow that was stashed behind the counter, then headed towards the door, “See you in a few days!”

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As though imitating mountains, the trees proudly stood, towering over the Korrigan and the forest's inhabitants. Foggy light crept between the canopy of leaves and brushed against the floor. It was fairly dark for it being daytime, yet this didn't faze Ciara at all. She stepped forward into the forest and skillfully maneuvered her way around the earth.

Only five hours of this until we get there… We could've taken a horse.

The word 'we' deeply agitated Ciara, but she kept quiet.




 

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