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The Black Knight

One Thousand Club
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Cauldron is an urban jungle much like what we’re used to seeing in our own reality. There’s public transportation—metro, buses, taxis, etc.—and there are cellular services. WiFi can be found in nearly every establishment and food can be ordered on screens before the meal is served by a waiter/waitress. Everyone appears to be human but not all of us are. The rest of the world is unaware of the existence of Witches. Well…Witches are what those who abuse their powers are called. Espers are the ones who apprehend or execute the bad witches.

Apparently, anyone can become a Witch but not everyone can become an Esper. In order to be an Esper, you need to either be scouted by a secret organization known as Séance or introduced to them directly by someone on the inside. If not for Séance, the Witches would be getting away with serious crimes. Unfortunately, not all Witches have been caught because they are clever at hiding their existence and motives. Witches can be as young as children, or as old as your grandparents. They do not have a distinct appearance. Therefore, they are difficult to identify since they look like you and I.

Cauldron is unique because of these Witches hiding in The Underworld, but it is also unique for other reasons. The architecture is modern Gothic. The buildings tower and connect almost like Tetris blocks. Everything seems to dwarf the people that go about their day-to-day. Cauldron has a mixture of cultures more diverse than any other country in the world. One can find any kind of food in this big melting pot.

The nightlife is just like any nightlife found in any big city except there are some exclusive clubs that not many people can get into. Not many people realize it is due to their humanity. Some clubs and bars are specifically “Witch Only,” and therefore, Mundies aren’t permitted. Not anyone can get in those clubs for they have to know someone who can vouch for them. Any Mundy caught sneaking into these Witch clubs are never seen again.

Overall, Cauldron is what you make of it. Some people find the Gothic architecture to be too dark for them, while others thrive in it. The crime rate is medium among Mundies, but high among Witches. Mundies don’t always realize when they are being lied to, cheated, and exploited until it is too late. There needs to be more good witches in the world, but wouldn’t that mean humanity would cease to exist?

Notable Locations

  • Seance Headquarters - This is where Espers report to for work. Like the Coven Apartments, Seance is located in a rundown apartment complex. The security looks like any average Joe and least suspected to be a specially-trained guard. Once one passes by security, then they enter an old elevator that through a special code on the floor buttons will take them down to the Seance facility.
  • Coven Apartments - This apartment complex houses those who work for Seance. It looks like a run-down project, but once someone enters through the secret entrance, they are welcomed by interior decor that could rival a five-star hotel.
  • Cauldron Police Department - headquarters of the "CPD."
  • The Shadow Dome - a prison for Witches only special units in the CPD are aware of. Its existence is TOP SECRET.
  • Cat Eye - secret unit within the Cauldron City government, above Seance in hierarchy, and who manage the overall executive decisions about Witches. Some Cat Eye agents will be present at the arrest and capture of Witches. Otherwise, they are more elusive than Witches and Espers.


Notable NPCs

  • William "Bill" Hadley - Seance Assistant Director who directly manages the Espers. No one has ever seen THE Director except for Bill. He is an Esper whose power is Psychic Creature Creation. He has an imaginary pink fairy dragon named Kissy that no one can see but him. She has existed since he was a kid. (GM-NPC)
  • Mack - That is all anyone knows him as. He is a big, Samoan-looking guy who likes to wear a white T-shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. He basically dresses like a 40-year-old man. His black hair is always slicked back with grease, and he has a thick, magnificent black beard that would make anyone jealous. He is always sitting behind the reception desk with a tiny fan blowing air on him.
  • CPD Cops - They wear uniforms similar to NYPD, black and blue. They drive blue and white police vehicles that have the typical red and blue lamps.
  • Cat Eye - These are GM-controlled only. They are an elusive group and when they show up, they all tend to look the same. They wear solid-black suits and have special visors over their eyes. Nobody knows what those visors do. Bill isn't a fan of them. He says they think their so freakin' special.


Player-Created Locations
  • Fox Warren: Kitsune U~oren in the native tongue, Fox Warren is the heart of the Asian community in Cauldron City. Full of eastern culture and ancient customs, many of the shops and businesses here follow these traditions. It is also home to the White Turtle, giving it the nickname of "Turtle Town" (Created by Twist Twist ).

Player-Created NPCs
  • White Turtle: One of the larger gangs in the city, the White Turtle is the Cauldron City version of the Yakuza with most of it's members being of Asian descent. They have dealings in nearly all elements of criminality from theft to murder and call Fox Warren home, with nearly all their members being recruited from here (Created by Twist Twist ).

IC Rules
1. Use the tag so we know who your character is directly talking to and where your character is.
2. Try to keep all OOC chatter in the OOC.
3. Do not use neon font colors. Not everyone uses dark mode.
4. Collaborate with each other and interact. If you're not used to this, then you better get used to this because this game is mostly sandbox.
5. GM events will happen as GM dictates.
6. Witches are free to create mayhem but must understand that every notorious action has consequences.
7. Espers are free to hunt player-created Witches if those Witches created a big enough problem. You just must collaborate with the Witch writer on how the scene and conclusion will go.

Tag

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[b]Name:[/b] [url=link to their CS in the character thread]Character's Name[/url]
[b]Date/Time:[/b] 1 May 2050 (Players are free to use the entire month of May); 12-HR clock (whatever time you designate. Any time you move to a new location add an hour)
[b]Location:[/b] Where are they exactly? If you just write "Cauldron City"...that's pretty broad.
[b]Type:[/b] Witch or Esper
[b]Power:[/b] Character's power
[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are they talking to and interacting with directly.
[b]Mentioning:[/b] Who are they talking or thinking about?

Goonfire Goonfire nios nios Twist Twist Zufaix Zufaix Nano Nano Mera Mera @Danidify @Inubue
 
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Name: Hugh
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 2:51 am
Location: "Turtle Town" A.K.A Fox Warren, Cauldron City
Type: Witch
Power: Highlighting

Hugh slurped the last of the noodles from his bowl before motioning for another one from the elderly man, who quickly bowed before turning around to prepare. Hugh spun on his stool, his back turned to the chef, as he once more scanned the street.

As usual the place was packed with people even this early in the morning even with all the bright lights and neon signs lighting it up like the summer sun was out. But, then again, a nocturnal life was a better one for criminals. He should know, the young man was one of them. After all that's why he was here.

He was waiting for a contact from the White Turtle, the local gang around these parts, with the fluorescent fugitive having many dealings with them while in the city. The Japanese gang had their fingers in almost everything from guns and narcotics to kidnapping as well as murder for hire. Hugh was here for the former, probably, he thought seeing how he (in his most humble opinion) was probably the best thief in town even though his relationship with the gang was a bit rocky, seeing how he had probably stolen from them just as much as he had stolen for them.

He then scanned the street again, but not with his eyes this time, and the world lit up in a totally different way. Gone were the pink and purple shades of neon, lighting up everything around them, now replaced with a ghostly white outline and the shadowy figures of people traversing through the night became rich red and blue silhouettes. This was Hugh's hidden talent and what made him great. He could see things through walls and over long distances, their colourful auras dancing before his eyes. He could tell friend from foe, riches from rags and everything in between. He could see everything.

Looking around at all the little red silhouettes bobbing around him as well the occasional snarling face staring at him from the crowd proved he was in dangerous territory. But the professional pillager knew he was untouchable as he was just too good a thief. The thought made him smirk as he turned back around just as his noodles arrived. He'd give the guy ten more minutes to show or else he'd be gone. Hugh had waited at this noodle cart long enough. He grabbed some noodles with his chopsticks and began to eat.

Okay, thirty more minutes he thought to himself After all these are the best noodles in town.
 
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Name: Jett Heffernan (Nightshade)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:30 pm
Location: Séance office, break room
Type: Esper
Power: Extrasensory Combat

“Hah... ‘Just one more drink,’ they said. ‘It‘ll be fine,’ they said.”

Jett muttered and chuckled to himself as he poured coffee fresh from the pot into his mug. The searing brew kicked up a plume of steam like a mushroom cloud. He placed the cup of magma in the refrigerator so it would cool to some semblance of an appropriate temperature to drink it. Throughout that moment, he constantly checked his phone’s clock while preparing that non-dairy ‘creamer’ and sugar.

Jett then retrieved his coffee; the fire in a cup was nearing drinkability. He attacked it with creamer, the first dash of powdered mystery junk doing little to lighten a concoction mean enough to jump up and slap someone. Packet after packet gradually made some semblance of what the drink would look like if Jett had used half as much regular milk. Two spoonfuls of sugar, and Jett had something that might help his birthday hangover. He slowly raised the cup to his lips, ignoring the small, messy pile of paper and granules centimeters below his elbow for just a minute.
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:31PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire | Jett/Nightshade.
Mentioning: Wolfram, Jett, Iris, Mia.

From the hallway which walls were sturdy and clean, the multiple doors that lead to unexplored areas of the facility, and the polished, marble-patterned floor, a rather eccentric-looking female figure was hopelessly supporting herself by leaning her body onto the cold wall from her right side, the sulking female sighing slightly in remorse as if regretting her decisions. Upon a closer look at this person, her small mouth was arched in a trembling, forced smile that sometimes let out a soft chuckle in disbelief, along with some unnervingly bright yellow hues which upper eyelids were dropped slightly. Even though her tiresome expression said one thing, her overall appearance was vibrant and happy-go-lucky, so what happened?

"Argh! I cannot find this dang room!"

A mid-toned voice came out in exclamation from the girl's mouth, a noticeable french accent wrapping her words, but has gotten better with the years having spoken in this language. Her hands stopped supporting her body and instead ruffled her already-messy mane of hair in frustration. This isn't her usual way of acting, but she had a good reason to be upset, or so she thought this. Her cheeks now being filled up with air to make a pout, she calmed herself down and separated her hands from her reddish hair to cross her arms together, her eyelids closing in thought to draw out a mental map for the 8th time. Bon here has been trying to find that one place where she could get coffee and relax for nearly one hour and thirty minutes by now, starting her journey pumped up to get there and sweeten up her night to only find that she had unknowingly signed up for a walking-marathon in order to find this place. 'It's getting so late...Arghh! I should've taken my map with me! I forgot how big this place can be', she thought to herself as her eyelids opening to reveal a hopeless look towards a random door and make her next target to check its insides.

The french redhead had only very recently earned her title as an Esper after having worked for this position for 6 years educationally, and trustfully, more specifically her promotion from being "Internal, probably outdated, information of a Cult" to "Protector of people against evil, bad guys!" had only been given to her 3 months ago, and even during that time the young Esper still hadn't memorized the maze-of-a-facility. Due to this, she has only been in these parts of the headquarters once in a blue moon, being too busy on happily going out to patrol, but the bittersweet imaginary taste lingered Bon's tongue after hearing there was a break room afterall. Regardless, all she was finding so far was locked doors or rooms she wasn't supposed to be in, and she thought this next door was going to be one of those.

"I'm just going to get it over with, hmph!" Bon pouted to herself as she grabbed the handle after walking towards it slowly and without any thought twisted it open, revealing what seemed like paradise to the girl who had used up 1 hour and 30 minutes of her life walking around a big underground facility to find that familiar, beloved smell of coffee to the point that it almost fooled the redhead that it was morning and not the middle of the night given the sudden shock of excitement her brain sent down her body once the scenario of what seemed like a relaxation room was processed. Though, while her eyes had widened in awe and happiness, her yellow hues also processed a somewhat familiar figure using one of the coffee makers provided. "AH-!" the french girl exclaimed without thinking in surprised at the sight of who it was and impulsively closed the door, denying her own entrance. Her bright pupils were staring at the closed door in surprise as one hand covered her mouth, while the other remained on the door knob. 'T-That was him, wasn't it?!' She tried to think about the guy she had just seen and her cheeks turned warm to the touch, her eyes brightening in admiration behind the closed the door.

While she lived in the facility as a younger teenager in the process of learning English, she always tried to sneak into certain places to see the trainees that were slightly older than her and admire their training from a distance. She grew up looking up to those who were Espers and whose powers were different than hers, and up to this day she still looked up to said people. The thought of being co-workers with so many strong-looking people excited the newbie, and a bright grin appeared from her mouth, erasing any trace of frustration or annoyance that lingered from her journey and feeling her power spark up to the point it sent chills down her spine. She did have her favorites, of course, like a child having their favorites heroes in a series, but never properly knew of their real names aside of their code names. Wolfhound seemed like a dog having taken into human form while he seemed to train is nose, which she found funny, and while she watched the trainees in secret she couldn't help but notice his vibrant green hair every time he was in some sort of crowd. He also did seem really good at using firepower, which Bon admired. Then there was Breeze, who seemed to be very close to her age and whenever she launched up to the air in training Bon always cheered her up in "loud whispers", which sometimes made her get caught and nagged at. Vermilion was impressive as well and always gave Bon this "Badass chick" vibe from her, especially whenever she would summon fire effortlessly, which sometimes almost made the girl wish she had fire powers instead of electric. Finally, there was Nightshade, who not only had a really code name, but also made the French girl pumped to someday try to spar against him given that he seemed to always know when and what to dodge in attacks! And for her own surprise, it seemed as if the mysterious guy was the former, given he didn't have that iconic green hair of Wolfhound, and didn't seem like a fellow girl.

'Get a hold of yourself! This is your time to friend one of those totally awesome people!' She pumped herself up, shaking her head vigorously to relax her face, but her eyes still glimmering in admiration. She turned the knob to a side once again and opened the door open, somewhat faster than the first time she did. "Heyo there~!" she exclaimed happily with a wide grin, extending her arm up to wave it side to side to the man as if he knew her, when it was probably that he didn't or only heard very little of her. Closing the door behind her with a slight kick, the shorter girl practically ran from the door to where the coffee machine was, noticing that there was quite a mess near where the purple haired guy had probably made his own cup. With a giggle, the redhead grabbed one of the mugs from the stand and started to work on her own invention, but she wasn't planning to do it in an awkward silence! Setting up the mug to be filled with coffee from the machine, Bon let out her voice once again in hopes of starting a conversation with a possible-future-friend. "It's quite late to drink coffee, hm? I love staying up at night and sleeping during the day~ But I only came here because it's pretty much my first time here! Oh! Excusez moi, I haven't even presented myself!" The girl talked with her french accent and even her dialect tic coming out without any thought, grabbing her very hot mug with some soft "Ow"s escaping her smiling mouth as she rapidly placed the cup down to the table.

From there, her vibrant eyes scanning the table to seek for the sweetest of sugars, and continued with her own introduction. "I'm Bonbinette! But most people here call me "Bon" since it's just a lot easier, but I'm a newbie and I've only been an Esper for about 3 months! So having a nickname so quickly is just an accomplishment for me~" she presented herself to her companion though she didn't mention that she had lived in a specific part of the facility for years now, having found a pot of sugar and rewarded herself with what she thought she deserved; 5 spoonfuls of sugar! Bon has always enjoyed iced coffee much more than hot, regular coffee, and after nearly 2 hours of walking it's what she deserved in her own mind. After stirring the coffee around for a bit, her still glimmering eyes looked back at where the fridge was and carried the coffee quickly to place it in there. She was going to get that iced, cold and overly-sweet coffee. As she closed the door, her back rested on it and she crossed her arms, tilting her head to a side as she kept her smile and looked at the guy with her unnervingly bright pupils. If she had a tail it would definitely be waving crazily around in excitement, but thankfully she's only human "What about you? How long have you been here for? Oh! And also how much sugar did you put in your coffee? That kind of thing can tell a lot about someone~!" She nod in agreement with herself as she closed her eyes, waiting for her way-too-sweet coffee to be cold and not realizing that she was maybe overwhelming the guy with her talking, but that was just how Bon was.​
 
Name: Mia Aster (Vermilion)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:32 PM
Location: Séance office, break room.
Type: Esper
Power: Psychic Flame Generation
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire , Mera Mera
Mentioning: Wolfram
"Phew, finally." A fatigued sigh escaped her lips. Leaning back in her chair she stretched her arms upwards as she rolled back from her computer. She looked back over the screen one more time, reassuring herself of its completion. Looks good, now to just send it to the higher-ups. With a few clicks of the mouse and a press on the keyboard the digital document was on its way and out of her hands. She quickly glanced at the on screen clock. 10:30. Stifling a yawn, she lifted herself from her chair, making sure to check she had everything before she left. Bag, check. Jacket, check. Thermos, empty. Wait... empty? Guess I need to stop by the break room before heading home. One last look around as she was leaving her desk, revealed only a few of the operatives still here, likely filling out paperwork just as she was. Turning to face the door, she opened it, the all too familiar sound resonating in her ears as she exited. She never particularly cared for the formal side of things in this type of work, and even less so for the technology associated with it. She was never a big fan of computers. They always seemed to screw her over at the last possible second. The only thing she did like about them was that she didn't have to hand in her reports in person. The sound of that door opening was almost blissful, signaling to her that she didn't have to deal with them for another couple days.

Driven by the idea that some magical black lava would cure her fatigue, she winded her way down the hallway to an unmarked door, the scent of coffee emanating from it. Without another thought she opened the door, only to be greeted by two faces, one familiar and one unfamiliar. She stopped in her tracks for a brief second, the door still held open beside her. Those purple hair and eyes were almost iconic. It was Jett. They had worked together on a few witch hunts and scouting missions before but nothing very extensive. Outside of missions though they hadn't really spoken. The other girl she had never met before, though her messy bright orange-red hair had Mia staring a bit too long. It almost reminded her of Wolfram with how startling it was. The disconcerted look on her face quickly shifted back to an aloof and calm one. She put her head down and walked over to the coffee machine, pulling her plain grey thermos out of the bag. She began to fill it up without so much as a word to the other two in her presence.
 
Name: Hugh
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 4:10 am
Location: "Turtle Town", Cauldron City
Type: Witch
Power: Highlighting

His contact hadn't showed which wasn't unusual as sometimes the White Turtle did try to screw with him, a sort of petty revenge for all the trouble he gave them but it hadn't been all bad. After all as per the rules, Hugh had chosen the location on their turf to meet and it had been one of his favourites, old man Tenko's cart and he made the best noodles in the whole city. FACT. But the now reminiscing reprobate had waited there long enough so he just jetted. They can come to him if they wanted to see him or better yet he'd go to them, a mischievous smile crossing his lips at the thought. But for now his body wanted sleep.

Hugh peered all around from his rooftop vantage point, the moon at his back, the street below empty apart from the doorman to the Lady Liu Hotel, his current home. Or at least for the rest of the night. The Lady Liu was most luxurious hotel in all of "Turtle Town" being a mix of modern and ancient, the building itself looking like it was made entirely of glass but with a majestic crimson sloped roof like that of a Japanese pagoda, supported by monolithic oak columns. Wooden balconies accentuated the look with most of the rooms having one, Hugh's room included.

Even though this was one of the more exclusive hotels in the city, which did grant people certain privileges and anonymities to their comings and goings, Hugh had decided to avoid the chance of too many questions being asked and so had left in secret via the balcony. And so to keep up appearances as well as his alibi (if he needed one) Hugh would have to to go back in the way he came.

Strolling over the rooftops with the occasional hop between buildings, the moonlit mischief maker took one more look around before jumping to the building besides the Lady Liu, the lamp posts in between acting as stepping stones for him. Hugh walked up to the edge of building before taking a few steps and giving his body a quick shake and in a quick burst of speed, sprung towards one of the building columns. Holding it tight, Hugh shimmied up a few floors positioning himself next to one of the higher balconies, before carefully getting off and on to the outcropping. With a leap he crossed one balcony before diving to the next, gracefully righting himself into a handstand as he landed. Performing a quick push up for momentum, the anarchic acrobat followed with a backward flip to the room above catching the handrail with his hands and pulling himself up before scaling the last few floors.

With a final little bounce the man nicknamed Zenith was at his room. Quickly stripping off his clothes Hugh headed for the shower in preparation for going to bed.
 
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Name: Jett Heffernan (Nightshade)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:32 p.m.
Location: Séance office, break room
Type: Esper
Power: Extrasensory Combat
Tagging: Zufaix Zufaix Mera Mera

“Ahhh...” Jett lowered the cup when the warm feeling of someone’s gaze washed over him and the door opened. A shriek made him go wide-eyed, his head snapping over to the door as his hand jolted, sending a light splash of coffee across the countertop and causing him to lose focus on the girl outside for a second. Grabbing a napkin, he rapidly wiped down the countertop and swept the empty packets into a neater pile.

Alas, the girl outside entered the room. She was oddly familiar, as though Jett had seen her in the past. When she noted the time, he shrugged a bit. “Didn’t really think of it,” he admitted. “The helpdesk has been too quiet. Best time to try and cure a hangover, eh?”

Bon seemed rather open about herself. Quite the talkative type, not that Jett minded. “Oh neat. I’ve been in the field for about a year, but about two in the office,” he recalled. “What department were you in, again? I might’ve created your user account.”

Sliding over the basket of creamer packets, he let out an audible “Hmmm”. He paused and furrowed his brow. “Guess I never thought about it, but I don’t measure cream and sugar. Whatever lightens and sweetens the rocket fuel, I guess.”

Mia seemed to have been trying her best to mind her own business. Jett wasn’t letting it slide this time. “Yo, Mia. Give Bon here a welcome to the office, where the coffee is a lethal weapon and the copy machine is supposedly cursed.” Wait... did he say that last part aloud!?
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:33 PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire | Jett/Nightshade. Zufaix Zufaix | Mia/Vermillion

A smile of both accomplishment and happiness grew on the redhead's face as she heard Nightshade respond and engage into the conversation with her, opening her eyes to look at him for a moment before his question towards something she was unsure about was thrown at her, which caused the female to blink a couple of times in confusion. 'E-eh? Department? Is he asking for what I do?' She thought to herself, scratching the back of her head in thought as her vision moved to the roof above them both. "To be honest, I'm not sure of what'cha mean...But I have electric powers! Zap-zap and all that." She spoke truthfully yet also joked around a bit in the end by finger gunning him and pretending to be shooting him, though she did actually use her powers like that sometimes.

Upon hearing her companion's answer to her coffee question, Bon giggled in delight as she started to turn around to give his back and face the closed fridge, opening it to retrieve her now-cold mug. "Ahh! I see I see! So you're someone who has no special preference. That's kinda boring, but how open minded of you~ Très bien!" She teased him playfully as she reached for her cup, exclaiming a soft "Gotcha!" to her target as she backed away from the cold storage, almost immediately bringing the cold beverage to her lips and making her fall in love all over again with that overly-sweet and refreshing taste. "Wew~! Nothing beats a cold coffee." She exclaimed to the air in happiness before taking another sip at the same time as the guy who she was facing away from started talking again, but it seemed as if he was addressing someone else. With a smile and a sudden chill down to her spine out of excitement of probably someone having joined them, Bon did a loud "Mm?!" as in questioning who it was, but decided to simply turn around while she enjoyed her coffee to see who it was.

"Hm? Mmeeaa-PFFFTT?!"

As she tried to repeat the name while savoring her drink, once her eyes landed to the silent newcomer her throat suddenly was blocked off by her own heart, and made her choke and comically spit into her drink in shock. "A-Ah-!" She was taken back and blinked for a few seconds in silent as she looked at female nearby her companion, her cheeks blushing a bit in response and bringing up her puffy arm warmer to wipe any coffee that was on her lips. "H-heheheh~! It was still kinda hot!" She said to protect her own pride, ignoring that she had taken the mug out of the fridge.'T-that's Vermilion! Only someone like her could pull off being so quite and so badass at the same time!' Soon, she laughed softly in disbelief. She was, quite literally, standing in the same room as two of the same people she looked up to in previous years. That long, silk black hair. Those comfortable clothes. That expression of "Please don't bring me up". There was no doubt! The redhead felt like exploding into a giant wave of electricity and internally started to thank what god made this happen, and apologizing for any cruel things she has said about them.

Laughing and acting like a shy girl by comically dragging her foot on the floor and using her free hand to cover her cheek as she looked to the side, the redhead raised the pitch of her voice and spoke. "Oh Dieu~! Don'tcha put me on the spot like that already~" She spoke to tease Jett a bit for bringing the reserved girl into greeting her, but Bon wasn't going to waste this opportunity either and especially when he mentioned something as intriguing as a cursed machine. Taking quite a big sip the overly-sweet coffee after her small skit, the younger girl started to approach the both of them and smiled at the newcomer, her bright hues sparkling in admiration and fascination at the sight of both of them, but went to greet Vermilion, who now she knew her first name and only made her more excited. "Enchanté! Salut! Je M'appelle- I mean! My name is Bon~ Nice to meetcha', Mia. Pleasure to be working withcha'- Both of ya'!" She spoke clumsily, having introduced herself in french without any thought due to her pure excitement, and soon greeted both of her co-workers with a grin.

To keep the conversation lively, Bon rested her arm onto the shoulder of the guy with confidence and took another sip of her drink, licking her lips afterwards and giving Mia a teasing smirk as her yellow eyes dived down to where the quiet girl was making her coffee. "Since you came to join us, you shall answer me question! How much sugar do you put in your coffee? Like I told our Camarade here, stuff like that can tell a lot about someone~ And, to be frank, I've already judged him based on his answer! Man~ So much to learn..." She questioned Mia without proceeding to joke around and tease the guy once again, placing her hues onto the woman's face as she anticipated for her words and voice.

Soon, she had remembered that intriguing comment Jett had said and a intriguing smirk had appeared from her face, placing her eyes on his face this time. "Oh! And what's up with that thing ya' said, hm~? 'Copy machine apparently cursed'? That sounds so interesting~ My adventure-seeking antenna is tingling!" She laughed as she pointed to her little hair that was sticking out of the top of her head, grinning as she was having fun talking with them. "Though I've never heard of THAT particular rumor...And I'm pretty much the gatekeeper of rumors! I've been here for years, after all~" She outed herself just like that and forgot she promised herself to not reveal such thing, but she was having so much fun that she completely overlooked this. Though, taken how training to be an Esper is rough, it was probable that both of them already assumed that of her for simply training. "Go ahead, though! Don't leave us hanging and tell us about that copy machine~" She demanded, almost like a child asking for their parent for their nightly bedtime story.

'It was worth walking for that entire time~!'
 
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Name: Mia Aster (Vermilion)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:33 PM
Location: Séance office, break room.
Type: Esper
Power: Psychic Flame Generation
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire , Mera Mera

She glared daggers at Jett. He is 100% doing this on purpose isn't he... she seems nice enough at least, if not a little too excited. Mia was stuck in her own head for a few seconds before realizing that the bouncy girl was asking her a question. She lifted her head up slightly as she answered back, "Oh, uh.... Hey." She was pretty soft-spoken, but her voice was clear. Looking back down at her thermos, it was only halfway filled. Is that all I got? I should say something else.... Ummmm.... Hmmm.... Oh right, her question! And wait.... Is Jett talking about that stupid rumor? She paused for a brief moment again to think about what to say. "Right, so.... Welcome to the office I suppose. And I prefer my coffee black, not sure what that says about me though...." After answering her she directed her attention to Jett, a bit more confidently. "Could you not spread baseless rumors? You'll freak people out with that stuff." She had never seen stuff like that happening anyways, so there's no way it could be real, right? She cleared her throat and spoke to the girl again. "Anywho, my name is Mia, though I guess you already knew that since you just said it...." She mentally chided herself for that. Looking back down at the coffee it was.... Still only halfway?! She quickly wracked her brain for more small talk topics.

"Oh! Since we'll be working together in the future, why don't you tell me about your power? Mine is kind of... weak, to be honest." Mia lifted her head once again, though a bit more this time, actually looking the girl in the eyes if only for a brief second. Her voice got more confident as her sentences got longer. "I guess it's rude if I ask without explaining mine first though. So umm...." She put her bag down and pulled a small capsule out as she explained. "I can generate flames, though outside of being flashy, it's not that useful. So I need to compensate with explosives." She opened up one of the capsules to reveal a black powdery substance. "So yea....that's my power" She closed the capsule and put it back into the bag. She realized after the fact that it was a pretty vague explanation. Though she didn't want to admit that. A hint of embarrassment shot across her face as she waited for responses from either of them.
 
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Name: Jett Heffernan
Date/Time: 1 May 2050
Location: Séance office, break room
Type: Esper
Power: Extrasensory Combat
Tagging: Zufaix Zufaix Mera Mera
Mentioning: Wolfram

Jett winced a bit; Mia’s glare was the hottest he had felt, possibly owing to her psychic fire abilities. Still, he flashed a wavering Cheshire grin at the woman as Bon figuratively chewed off Mia’s ear.

“Yup, you two are the elementals. I just kinda read people’s moves and sense hazards.” The infiltrator rubbed the back of his neck while addressing the excited coworker. “Pretty lame right? Compared to a shocking experience with you or a sick burn from Mia... or sniping a dude using your nose instead of your eyes like Wolfy.” By the sound of it, he deeply admired most of his teammates.

Then, there was the copy machine... Bon was interested now, so there was no going back. Jett leaned in a bit and lowered his voice. “So get a load of this. They say that on a quiet night at the office, if you go to make copies alone, creepy messages that aren’t on the original document show up on the photocopy.” He lightened up and beamed after letting the silence hang for a moment. “BUT that’s just something they tell new guys in I.T. to scare the crap out of em, I think.”
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:35 PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire | Jett/Nightshade. Zufaix Zufaix | Mia/Vermillion
Mentioning: Wolfram

As Mia, though a bit awkwardly, revealed her soft voice to Bon in her response to her, it felt as if the redhead had just been blessed and, once again, she internally thanked the whatever god made all of this possible as her cheeks darkened slightly. Just as the female had expected, Mia liked her coffee black and this caused her eyelids dropped a bit for her vision to focus more on her, a teasing smirk growing. 'Of course someone like Mia would like the purest form of Coffee!' She thought, internally nodding in agreement with herself. Though, soon her eyes widened a bit at her proposal to introduce their powers to each other since they were gonna work together, and that excited the girl to no end. "That's a brilliant idea, Mimi!" She praised and nicknamed the girl, her eyes sparkling in the thought of two of her heroes properly explaining her powers and not needing to speculate anymore!

Anticipating Mia's explanation much more than the spooky rumor this time, Bon practically started to slightly bounce out of excitement and this was reinforced more after the female lowered down her bag and from it took out a small capsule that intrigued the redhead. Like a dog, her head tilted curiously and with a smile as she listened to Mia...call her powers weak?! Though her eyes blinked a bit at this, she still listened to the rather vague explanation from the Esper with a smile. It was still quite interesting to hear her explain that she uses stuff to help her battle, just like her in one of her techniques! After Mia awkwardly finished her introduction, Bon clapped slightly in fascination. "
Oooh! That's super duper cool, though!" She cried out amazed, her eyes glued to the now-closed capsule until it was put back to its place again. Bon simply just decided to ignore Mia's earlier self-deprecating criticism.

To make things better, it seemed as if Jett wanted to introduce his power as well and Bon's eyes sparkled in anticipation once again, stepping away from him a bit to have a better view of his overall
appearance. Since she was too pumped up to notice when she first entered the room, Jett was quite good looking. His soothing purple color scheme really did fit his persona and even contrasted a bit with Mia's almost too unnoticeable attire. Plus, it seemed as if he was enjoying messing with the woman present, which made Bon glad to know they got along so well already. While she listened, her eyes blinked once again perplexed once her brain processed Jett's introduction. 'Really? Another one?' Bon's face soon shaped to an expression with a pout, crossing her arms as she looked at both of them. She, who had seen them in training and such, were putting down their own powers! The same ones that she admired so much. "Tsk tsk~" She clicked her tongue as her head shook from side to side. Though, she did just learn that apparently 'Wolfy' quite literally sniffs the position of someone and shoots them, and she thought this was incredibly impressive.

Her hues glued to Jett's face now as he soon explained the story of this copy machine, which made Bon laugh in response by how underwhelming it was. She was kind of expecting something more, even if she wasn't sure for what exactly. With a teasing smile, Bon reached out both of her arms towards them after setting down her mug and patted both Mia and Jett's shoulders at the same time, letting out an exaggerated sigh of "disappointment". "Man~ Ya let me down with that. Who would be scared of a machine printing ominous, creepy sentences? What will it do? Print out a curse? Décourageant~" She laughed, removing her hands off of them and placing them on her hips this time. "No calling your powers 'weak' or 'lame' while I'm around! Dontcha' guys know that a bad attitude leads to a bad work~?"

Nodding her head in agreement with herself once again, she started to play with her side ponytail now, eyeing Mia with a smirk. "Mimi~ Ma dame. You're so cute I could hug ya and eatcha' up! Damage is damage, little or big! Having fire powers sounds so dang cool, too! You're such a badass, Mimi~ My power makes me pretty tired and I can't work alone, but that doesn't bother me at all~ Look! I even use something similar to your thingy, too!" She complimented initially the girl in a comical manner to hopefully cheer her up, though she did genuinely admire her just as much as she admired the others. She searched down to one of her short's pockets to take out a small, average metal bolt. Bon usually has a bag of these on, but she had left them in her room and only carried this one for fidgeting. "I play around with this bolt quite a lot when I'm bored~ But if I want to I can also make it into a fancy-shmancy ball that explodes!" She extended her arms open when exclaimed that her sphere exploded, though she was bad at explaining stuff as well. With a giggle, the redhead placed the metal bolt into her pocket once again and this time, faced Jett with a slight pout. "And your power isn't lame at all! You're probably like- a witch's most frustrating nightmare~ Thinking about being unable to hit someone makes me mentally tired too~ If you ever were assigned to be in a mission with me you'd be so much help for me! I always get hurt one way or another, ya see?" She exclaimed, pointing to the couple of bandages that covered parts of her face and smiled at the guy, even giving him a pat on his head with her other hand playfully despite him being older than her.

Determined, Bon reached out for her mug and started to sip from it again, stepping away from both of them to make a salutation with her free hand. "Well! As our friend here said, I've got a 'shocking experience'~ Hahah! I have electric powers and I can electrify people with these~" She finger gunned once again, this time pointing to the roof. As she gloated herself, she was quite the competitive and prideful lady when it came to combat, but never intended on making someone feel bad. "Ahh~ But I mostly rely on these babies." She exclaimed, patting down with her free hand her thigh, as the leg connected to it moved a bit to indicate she was talking about her legs as a whole. "I love being in bed and sleep~ But I always have to try to improve my stamina...Hmph! Why does my power prevent me from taking it easy, I dunno~ But, like electricity, I gotta be pumped up!" She determinedly spoke, making a fist out of her hand as she finished talking to drink the last of her cold and sweet beverage. As soon as she tasted the last of her coffee, she had remembered to tell Mia what her coffee choice told about her. "Oh! Mimi said she drinks coffee black~ Mimi, that goes well withcha'! But it seems you might be scared of changing things from what they are~ Gotta spice things up, Ma dame! Or, in this case, sweeten them up." She laughed, grinning at her and winking at her as she raised her own empty cup. Of course, she was making all of this up from the spot, but it was fun to do so.

"See? Even that poor machine is denying your coffee to be pure black! C'est triste~" She joked as she pointed at the thermo with the mug, somehow still being only halfway filled. Maybe it needed to be refilled. "Ooh! Maybe This machine is cursed too, Huh Jetty~? Have we encountered a paranormal act?!" Bon dramatically placed her hand over her cheek, not helping but giggling from the situation. Maybe Mia was just unlucky with machines.


 
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Name: Mia Aster (Vermilion)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:35 PM
Location: Séance office, break room.
Type: Esper
Power: Psychic Flame Generation
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire , Mera Mera

"Eh?! Mimi?!" Mia quickly looked up at the girl, but with those sparkly eyes looking over her she didn't have the heart to tell her no. She had never had a nickname before and her face clearly expressed that in an array of emotions from confusion to embarrassment to... happiness maybe? She wasn't sure. But before she could compose herself again Bon had already moved on from it and started talking about the rumors again. "See Jett? Nobody believes in that stuff." She glanced back over at Jett as she said that. Though she mostly said it to reassure herself that stuff like that didn't happen.

Mia's didn't really know what to say when Bon started calling her a "badass". I'm anything but that, to be honest I'm a bit jealous of Jett. His power is actually practical. They'd worked together before and she had seen what he was capable of. Though she would never tell him that. Bon was already feeding his ego enough as it was, and she was still upset with him from the situation he put her in. Once Bon began talking about her powers though, Mia began to intently listen. The last thing she wanted to happen was one of her teammates end up injured or worse because she didn't know how their power worked. She didn't even notice getting called by her nickname again. Mia simply nodded and listened. She went through some basic scenarios in her head of how Bon's power was used after she explained it, getting lost in thought again.

Though getting called by her nickname again snapped her out of it pretty quick.
Scared of change? What does that mean? But that line of thought was cut short after Bon mentioned her thermos which reminded her to check it. Still only halfway?!?! What the hell! She quickly started looking around the machine for what the problem might be. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for that..." Maybe the waters empty? No. Maybe it's the filter? No. Her eyes widened at the thought of her thermos of all things being haunted by a ghost.
 
Name: Jett Heffernan (Nightshade)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:36 pm
Location: Séance office, break room
Type: Esper
Power: Extrasensory Combat
Tagging: Zufaix Zufaix Mera Mera

“Mimi, huh?” Jett circled around behind Bon and to her right, headed for the table. He had to watch this scene from the best seat. Sure, the newcomer had a heart of gold, but watching her interact with Mia was serious entertainment of the highest order. The wildcard here was Mia, whose expression seemed to shift with every passing second.

Then, talk of the coffee pot’s behavior started to circulate. “Aw, come on. The coffee pot? Haunted? Naaahhh!” Jett dismissed the story and rose to check it. He lifted the lid, his danger sense alerting him to back away just in time for hot steam to billow out. “See? It’s probably just empty. Carmen from maintenance was in here before me, and she had filled up on... co...ffee...” His heart sank and his eyes widened as he looked up at the backsplash.

The condensation from the steam formed the image of a skull on the tile. It was eerily well-defined, the eye sockets and the area around it having remained fairly clear.
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:37 PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire | Jett/Nightshade. Zufaix Zufaix | Mia/Vermillion

"Oh. Mon. Dieu."

It was all the french could say at the sight of what escalated after Jett intended to check on the machine that was suddenly malfunctioning. With her mouth wide open as her eyes stayed glued on the tile, a gasping noise came out from her as she backed away for a moment. Was this just a joke? It wasn't, right? She couldn't believe it. It was-

"WOAH! So there ARE paranormal stuff going on, afterall~!"

Her tone shifted completely from utter shock to one of fascination and intrigue, quickly walking in closer to get a closer look at the strange form on it and not caring about the fact that it was a skull shape of all things. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of this, and even moved her head around to get different angles of the hot area. It was, indeed, a skull. Why? Bon placed her empty mug beside it and had her free hand grab her chin in thought, trying to think of what just happened. Regardless, some things can't simply be explained. "I was just teasing Mimi here about the machine being haunted, but woah! It seemed to be just that, afterall~! My title as gatekeeper of myths remains!" She laughed carelessly, approaching the coffee pot this time and patting the top of its lid down, like if it was a child. "You let me and Jetty have some coffee, but not poor Mimi? That's no good, Mr. Coffee ghost! You should accept those who want your coffee, sugar or none!" The fearless airhead just simply talked to the coffee pot as if she was scolding a kid, still somewhat petting the machine which someone that looked at it without any context would be confused, but knowing said object was possibly possessed wasn't necessarily helping context either.

Bon soon looked in the insides of the machine and there seemed to, indeed, have also run out of SOME water. There was definitely enough to make more, but maybe the ghost liked to work with it full? Maybe the steam sign was a "Help me! I died and can't make any more coffee!" of some sorts! But who knew? Using the nearby sink, she filled her empty mug with water and proceeded to slowly pour it into the pot. "There there, lad~ Now you'll be able to make more coffee!" She exclaimed happily to the inanimate object, petting its lid again as she emptied her mug. "I hope ya' let Mimi have her drink now! She did come all this way for you, ya know? Silly Mr. Coffee Ghost~" Bon spoke to the machine one last time carelessly, almost seeming like she fully accepted the fact that this coffee pot was, probably, cursed of some sort.

To the redhead's surprise, the machine made that familiar growling sound coffee pots make when making the drink, and Bon grinned in accomplishment. Victoriously placing her hands on her hips as her eyes were glued on the mug that was finally being properly filled after a good time not doing anything. "Man~! I have a story to tell to the folks now!" She laughed at this, walking away from the table and relaxing on one of the couches in the place, still keeping a look at the scene with both Mia and Jett in her vision. She wasn't scared, but it seemed as if the sudden symbol had definitely taken some life out of the both of them.​
 
Name: Mia Aster (Vermilion)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:35 PM
Location: Séance office, break room.
Type: Esper
Power: Psychic Flame Generation
Tagging: Goonfire Goonfire , Mera Mera

Mia could only look on in terror as the image rose up across the wall, it seemed as if it was almost staring her down. Even without pupils she could feel it. She was frozen in fear, only able to muster a few broken words.

"I-... uh... gonna.... go..."

Her voice got higher and started quivering as she quickly reached down for her bag and slung it over her shoulders while taking a few steps away from the haunted machine. Nope. Just nope. I'm not- I can't- just---- Nope. Not today. Mia didn't even attempt to reach for the thermos. She continued to back up from the machine, never losing eyesight of it. As soon as she reached the door, she grabbed out the handle and basically flung it open. She began power walking back down the hall and opened the door to the stairwell, wanting to simply get home and forget this ever happened.
 
Name: Jett Heffernan (Nightshade)
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:37 pm
Location: Séance office, break room
Type: Esper
Power: Extrasensory Combat
Tagging: Zufaix Zufaix Zufaix Zufaix Mera Mera Mera Mera

Jett was right there with Mia, shimmying away from the coffee pot as Bon sweet-talked what he nearly guaranteed was a devil machine. "Gotta go! Nice meeting you, Bon! ByeeebyebyebyeHELPMEGOD...!" He took off behind Mia, only diverging from her path because he still had enough wits to punch out for the night. As a favor, he managed to do the same for his fleeing coworker. In his sloppy closure, he even failed to grab his favorite jacket, sprinting out of the building without it.

Carmen the cleaning lady merely strutted away from her hiding spot, satisfied with her work. That would teach those pranksters to make a mess in the break room again.
 
Name: Hugh
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 10: 50 am
Location: "Turtle Town", Cauldron City
Type: Witch
Power: Highlighting

With a yawn Hugh rose from his king size bed, pulling off the silk sheets and avoiding the soft slippers and splendid robe hanging in the massive wardrobe, as he headed to the luxury bathroom in just his boxers to do the usual morning routine. A couple of minutes later, on the way out, Hugh turned on the enormous flat screen TV hoping to catch some cartoons before he left as he headed to the hallway to see if his laundry was there.

He opened the door and there they were, all neatly folded and clean, a subtle yet fragrant scent seeping off them. The half naked hell raiser took them off the cart, noticing the little note on top asking him to be out by midday so the maids could clean, before heading back into the room to change. Adverts played on the TV screen as Hugh slipped on his jeans, trying not to add another hole to his stylishly ripped trousers as he lost balance slightly. He turned to the bed to choose a top, where all his fresh clothes lay, but seeing how there was only two of them and they were very similar it wasn't an arduous decision choosing the lighter one of the two. After that it was just socks and shoes, the latter being scattered over the floor like the rest of his clothes from last night.

Grabbing his bag from under the bed, even though the room had a state of the art safe to protect such things, Hugh gathered the rest of his clothes from the floor and crammed them all, mixing both the clean and dirty together rendering the premium laundry service pretty much pointless. The laden leaver exited the room to grab the last of his stuff, the TV in his room still droning on as he closed the door and popped his bag on the cart. On the front of the door was his yellow hoodie, freshly washed and wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaning. With both eagerness and care Hugh took it out of the plastic and put it on in the empty corridor taking a look at the decor and the original art that covered the walls as he did.

There was alot of paintings around the place by Francesco Goya, the up and coming artist, and they weren't all half bad. Hugh thought about pocketed some of them but it might be better to visit the artist himself and get a couple of exclusive ones. Ones that he and his fence could truly enjoy. But business before pleasure (well this time) so he was off to visit the White Turtle and so with a quick pull of his sleeve he was ready and feeling like the real him.

He had paid upfront for his room which cost him a cool couple of g's and he didn't fancy any Michelin starred breakfasts or a quick swim in the immense pool of the high end gym/ spa so it was just a quick exit from the Lady Liu for him. Maybe a quick flirt if the cute receptionist was there first though.
 
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Name: Wolfram Schwarz
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:40PM
Location: Seance Office, Break Room
Type: Esper
Power: Clairalience
Tagging: Zufaix Zufaix Goonfire Goonfire Mera Mera
Mentioning: Bill

A black hood was draped over his head with only a few neon-green blades of hair poking out from it. With hands deep in the pockets of some matching green skater shorts, the figure slowly and tiredly made his way up the stairs. He paused for a moment as he heard some hurried footsteps descending the staircase. Wolfram craned his head up, the ceiling light illuminating his bleary, blue-eyed face as he watched Mia and Jett looking as though they were running from a ghost…which was unusual for Espers.

Wolfram stopped and frowned as he scolded, “Hey, we don’t run away from the Boogieman we go after him!”

As he assumed they ran by, Wolfram continued up the stairs to work. Unlike those slackers, he had some reports to write. It was the worst part about the job, sitting there, writing exactly everything that happened so Bill could chuck it back and tell him how he must have been an English flunky. The corner of Wolfram’s mouth arched in disgust at the thought. If only he could hire a pretty secretary to write his reports for him…shit, he’d probably be making more than Bill then. Bill didn’t hire a gorgeous secretary because he had his stupid invisible one named Kissy who was…apparently a pink fairy dragon—whatever the hell that looked like.

Wolfram opened the door to the office and ambled in. He stopped by the break room with the intention of getting some coffee for his late night when he noticed…his mouth twisted impishly to the side: fresh meat. He raised a hand up to his hood to pull it back, revealing his vibrant head of hair. “What do we have here? Fresh meat,” he observed. He approached the fireball (his nickname for her, which might have conflicted with Mia. She was Fireball #2! (despite having fire powers)). Wolfram offered his hand in a shake and greeted, “My name’s Wolfram, Wolfram Schwarz also known as Wolfhound. Nice to smell you.”

He cracked a grin at his corny joke. He didn’t expect her to get it, but it did involve his powers. If she took his hand and shook it, his grip would suddenly firm on her appendage as he narrowed his eyes at her with scrutiny. “How good are you at typing?”

He already had plans. The fresh meat was probably like a newborn babe eager to dive right into work. Oh…he had some work for her. Work he didn’t want to do one bit.​
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:41 PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: The Black Knight The Black Knight | Wolfram/Wolfhound
Mentioning: Jett, Mia, Carmen the cleaning lady.


A few minutes had passed after both Mia and Jett had stormed out of the room, leaving the girl behind as she befriended this actually-not-possessed coffee pot. It was until then that Carmer, the cleaning lady, had let Bon know that this was only a park intended for Jett and another Esper she hadn't mentioned and that she was, indeed, talking to a normal object. The memory of this flustered the redhead and she just chuckled to herself as she looked down at the floor, having sat down at one of the couches provided in the room. It was getting late, and after that sugary drink she was bound to get a rush and her inevitable fall soon. "Ahh~ I can't believe I met Mimi and Jetty~..." She murmured as she closed her eyes in happiness, pumping herself up and, for a last time, mentally thanking the gods for making that happen.

After a small sigh, Bon got up from her position and started to approach the door, intending to go back to that maze of a building to return to her apartment. Or, this was supposed to happen before said entrance had opened suddenly, being merely inches away from having hit Bon's face and possibly gain her a third bandage on it. At an impulse, the redhead jumped back in surprise, looking at the hidden figure who had opened the door. A small chuckle escaped her mouth and she scratched her head, a bit embarrassed of the near-accident. She deviated her sight away from the manly figure after a wave of her hand towards him, along with a "Bonsoir!" as she walked back to give the man space to enter into the room so she could get out, staring at the coffee pot and reliving the scene that had happened minutes ago, a smile appearing on her face.

This was until an exterior hand had entered her vision, her vibrant hues noticing this and slowly raising her head to follow the limb up to its owner and encounter a really eye-catching hair that her eyes inevitably were attracted to, only for them to widen in shock moments later. "A-AH-!" She squealed once again for the third time in that time span, her hands quickly covering her mouth impulsively. 'E-Eh?! Ehhhh?!?! This is Wolfy! That hair is just way too iconic!' she immediately thought as her yellow pupils met his blue ones, looking at him as her eyes sparkled in admiration and disbelief once again as his introduction confirmed who she already knew was in front of. His corny joke managed to let out a chuckle from the redhead as she tried her best to not jump at him, having relaxed enough to remove her hands from her mouth to greet at the man with a smile. "Howl cha' doing~?" She returned the greet with an even cornier pun, excitedly gripping his bigger hand with her own and feeling chills going down her spine as she felt her own hand being gripped. It was a miracle she hadn't shocked Wolfram out of the overflowing energy in her body.

"Bonjour, lad~ I'm Bonbinette, but cha' can just call me Bon! Oh! I'm also known as Eclat, but that's french so don'tcha bother~" She somewhat introduced herself with a grin. She noticed the intense stare down from her new companion's gaze on her, and since she was too competitive to back down, Bon narrowed her bright eyes as well as if challenging the man, even if her heart was still somewhat rapid. As she stared at Wolfram, she definitely was able to see his features a lot clearer than from a far distance, years ago. Bon had always assumed he was good looking, and she could tell that she was definitely right. Mia and Jett were also quite attractive, while the redhead here thought of herself as too messy to be pretty, which she didn't mind at all and would rather be it than be fancy. Though, his out-of-nowhere question had snapped the redhead of her thoughts and she blinked in realization of this, but being too stubborn to break the eye contact. An outsider would probably look at the couple and think they both were long-lasting rivals from the stare down.

A challenging smirk appeared from her face and she tilted her head a bit. "How good do you want me to type?" She questioned determined, furrowing her eyebrow to form a rather smug expression. Even though she possessed her french accent that outed her of English not being her first language, she had always been a lot better at writing than pronouncing words during the years of learning said language. She verbally spoke informally and in slang a lot of times, but that was more of her choice rather than not being literate enough. In reality, her grammar issues were almost none, which made all those years being stuck in a room reading and speaking to others in English pay off. After realizing they had been gripping each other's hands for a while now, the french girl chuckled and let go of the handshake, placing her hand on her hip instead while the other started to play with her messy, long ponytail as she looked at the taller man, having a smirk on her face but genuinely willing to help out if need.

"So, Wolfy, doccha' need something from moi~? I'm willing to help a collègue out!" She asked, having assumed that he needed something from her related to "typing", and she was more than willing to do that. Not only was she in the process of having a sugar rush, but she was in one of the best moods she had ever been since she was taken in as well. Why not help a fella out? "I made myself a super sweet iced coffee, so I'm pretty énergique right now~!" She chuckled, continuing on playing with her vibrant hair in delight.​
 
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Name: Wolfram Schwarz
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:40PM
Location: Seance Office, Break Room
Type: Esper
Power: Clairalience
Tagging: Mera Mera
Mentioning: Bill
Wolfram smirked at Bon’s challenging question. He crossed his arms before his chest and tilted his head as he regarded the silly girl. “Just enough to get the details across. The better you are at describin’ and articulatin’, then everyone should be able to understand it without confusion and the report would be good to go.”

He walked passed her over to one of the work desks. He opened a few drawers, peeping inside, and then closing them as he made his way down. He found a yellow pad of paper and then snagged a pen off the desktop. Taking a seat, he started writing down everything he could remember from the investigation he had conducted. It was a report unlike any normal agent could write. Wolfram had to record what his nose had allowed him to decipher, which didn’t involve any clear descriptions but smells.

“I’m just gonna write down what I remember, and I’ll log you in. You just write this in a word doc and make it look and sound decent. When you’re finished, call me. I’m just gonna be over in the gym,” he explained. The office gym wasn’t a super gym. It was small and at home, allowing for the Espers to workout whenever they get tired of sitting on their bums writing reports and conducting research.

I have a pre-workout calling my name, Wolfram thought, smiling like a fat boy about to dive into a slice of cake. He had been desperate to get back into the gym, but lately, his nights were eaten up tracking down Witches and writing up his findings. He was going to lose his edge!

“All right; finished,” he informed. He stood from the rollie-chair and walked over to Bon to hand her the notepad. “There you go. Your very first report. Bill is a stickler when it comes to grammar so do your best.” If she accepted the pad, she would, first of all, find a rough and almost wild chicken scratch as though a child had written on the pad. Wolfram walked over to one of the computers and started logging in. None of them really had permanent desk space because SOMEONE didn’t know how to stick to one work station, so it broke the peace and harmony. Wolfram recalled returning to his work station that had been sabotaged (organized). He couldn’t find where anything was and he hated it!

After logging into the computer, he stepped back, bowed, and extended his arms in the computer’s direction. “Make me proud newbie. We’re counting on you!” he cheered (no pressure).

Wolfram then straightened and seemed to briskly head to the break room as though he was trying to escape before she had any questions or concerns to delay him. He went to the break room fridge and removed a tiny shaker bottle that had some neon-green liquid in it. He gave it a good shake and grinned wickedly at it. “I’ve been waitin’ all week for this,” Wolfram muttered. He popped the lid on it, tipped his head back, and started gulping the concoction down.
 

Name: Eloise Vaughn
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 - 10:50 A.M.
Location: New York City, USA >> Lady Liu, "Turtle Town", Cauldron City
Power: Teleportation
Tagging: Twist Twist
Mentioning: N/A

Mother always said those who do good deeds and pray to the Lord can go to the Promised Land, but that was the last place a certain white-haired Witch expects to go. Not to mention, there were terrible things- incredibly heinous things- Eloise Vaughn has done that permanently locked her out of Heaven.

Eloise apparated in a lonely alleyway behind the Lady Liu. Expecting to be greeted by luxury, she released a short shriek as she found herself surrounded by filth and darkness. After she realized she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, Eloise switched herself out of the dumpster. “Oh, those damn maids!” Eloise growled as she patted herself down- a fruitless act as her clothing adorned large splotches of red liquid. “How do they always manage to find my gum-”

The maids employed at the Lady Liu- complete thorns in her sides- were meticulous ladies. There was no place that could bypass them when it came to cleaning a room. The reviews for the establishment must be considerably high due to these skilled ladies. For Eloise, however, it was especially irksome as she always found herself in the dumpster behind the building. No matter how well she thought she hid a chewed wad of gum, the maids of Lady Liu Hotel were somehow always capable of finding it. She could have been reasonably and gone to any other hotel, but Eloise happened to prefer this one.

Eloise reached into the dumpster and grabbed her trenchcoat, a wide sunhat, and a small duffel bag that’s seen better days; a subtle sloshing sound came from the bag at every movement. There was no need to cause a ruckus at this time of day, so hiding her mess was especially important. Traveling halfway across the country was tiresome on the poor woman and being dumped in garbage disposal had undoubtedly soured Eloise's mood. She didn't need Espers or Cat Eye on her tail right now... Eloise rounded the corner and entered the establishment with her duffel bag hanging over her shoulder. After a shower and finding a new spot in her hotel room to place a tether, Eloise would see herself traveling to the White Turtle- passing by a certain male in a yellow hoodie along the way.
 
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Name: Bonbinette Vonkarma|Èclat
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:44 PM
Location: Séance office, Break room.
Type: Esper.
Power: Psychic Lightning Generation.
Tagging: The Black Knight The Black Knight | Wolfram/Wolfhound
Mentioning: Bill, Mack, Carmen the evil cleaning lady.

'E-eh?'

Bon couldn't help but blink a couple of times as she scanned the paper with, what seemed more like a kid's scribbles than actual words. English already wasn't her first language, so at least he could've tried to write this a bit better. "Uh...Uh-huh..." She nodded a bit in understanding as she listened to the grinning man for her instructions, her yellow eyes moving from all directions possible to try to understand at least a single word on the notepad. Truth be told, she couldn't understand a thing, but she wasn't about to ask for help from Wolfram himself! She was too stubborn for that. Even so, the redhead chuckled a bit at the discovery of something so childish from someone she didn't expect. 'I guess people like Wolfy here aren't perfect either~' She thought in delight. Glad that they were all as normal as she was.

Her attention deviated from the paper up to the now-empty chair towards the computer, Wolfram bowing and presenting her spot as he cheered her on. A flustered blush appeared onto her cheeks and she grinned, scratching the bandage on her cheek for his words. After all, someone she admired was encouraging her even if it was, unaware to her, not really something to be cheered on for. "Cha' got it, boss!" She gave him a thumbs up, winking at him determined. She had already learned a second language, and this writing was as bad as translating a completely unknown one. How hard could it be to learn yet another equivalent?

Sitting down once he walked away of the space, Bon stretched her arms up to the ceiling once she placed the notepad onto the desk, cracking her knuckles afterwards. "Aight! I gotta get comfy first~" She exhaled in relaxation, pushing some mindless paper that was laying nearby to a side and soon enough placing her feet on top of the desk, grabbing the keyboard of the computer and placing it onto her levitated legs. A comfortable expression was shown onto her face as she didn't mind some of the paper she had pushed aside had fallen to the floor, causing a small mess that a certain cleaning lady almost snapped her broom in half at the sight of this. Bon wasn't exactly the most organized or lady-like girl.

She had spent spent only a few seconds on writing down the format to start the report, like Wolfram's full name and power she was already aware of and the date, but that was as far as she had gotten before the redhead needed to rely on the illegible scribbles to write the report, and inevitably putting a stop to her typing. "...c'est inutile..." She complained, as she felt like tearing down the paper while her hand slightly pulled down her own ponytail. By now she had managed to understand a couple of words from staring at them for a little too long and going through every word in the dictionary. '

I'm not going to ask for help! I'm not! I'm really, really not! So don't even try to-'

"Hnnnng~! This ain't it, chief! I dunno how ya' can understand anything here! Cha' gotta read it to me!"

She groaned in both frustration of having lost to this unholy writing, and for the fact that she asked for help in the end. Her mouth formed a pout as her cheeks puffed and blushed once her pride had hurt a bit because of the latter. Bon couldn't even work up the lost pride to look at him as her vibrant hues were basically glued to the notepad, clearly looking troubled. She began writing what she had already deciphered and came up with sentences to have the words work with them to at least have something down. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint someone she had just met. Especially someone as important as Wolfram. She had also heard some stuff from this 'Bill' person, but hadn't personally talked or approached him. Bon was only familiar with Mack as she grew up in the facility trying to sneak from his vision when trying to watch the trainees, but sometimes the black haired man would catch her in the process. It had become a gag by now. This wasn't the point, regardless.

Keeping her pout, Bon slowly turned her head to look at the man with a stubborn look, not liking to ask for help but this would be probably just as difficult for other people as well, and she didn't want to come up with more than she had already done when writing down the first paragraph.
"Plus, ya' said it yourself! I'm a newbie and this is my first report~ It's only fair you can help me out as well!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together into a begging position, her pout having been replaced with a playful grin but still deep down disliking that she needed help. This wasn't her first report, but she had only done a couple last month so she wasn't completely lying on her experience. Her eyes had inevitably looked at the neon-green liquid that Wolfram was chugging down a moment down due to how bright it was, but ultimately looking at the athletic man. 'I guess he really likes his green, huh?'

"S'il te plait~? Pretty, pretty please~?"
She playfully begged to lighten the mood, blinking a couple of times as if she was trying to pull off puppy eyes, which was ironic considering who she was trying it on. "Ya' just gotta tell me about it and I'll write while ya' do that. Easy-peasy-lemon-queasy! Won't take that much considering ya' didn't write much~" She grabbed the notepad once again and skimmed through it. It was three pages long, but the handwriting was fairly big and the paper wasn't as big as print paper, gaining a little bit more of confident as she looked at it. Maybe she could sweeten even more the deal. "Aaaand~ if I manage to learn your writing, I can help ya' out again if you'd like!" She exclaimed to the ceiling, but soon looking at Wolfram once again with now a smug expression, reaching a rollie-seat with her hand and dragging it next to where she was seated. "Ya' don't want me to make something up! I'm not that good at storytelling. I'm telling ya'~"
 
Name: Cyril J. Song
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 - 5:00AM
Location: Cat's Cradle (bar), Backroom
Power: Psychic Constructs
Tagging: --
Mentioning: nios nios


“Pity. I was rather fond of him.”

Following his words, the blonde gave the man’s still warm cheek a perfunctory pat. It was truly unfortunate that the mundy had seen too much and garnered the attention of the cult. However, in stark contrast to his doting gaze, he was quick to discard his gloves and produce a kerchief from his pocket. The subsequent wiping of his hands was a measured and thorough process, as though he had just touched something vile. A corpse was of no use to him, after all.

Behind him, a girl scoffed. “Fond? You?” she said. Each word was enunciated harshly with an undertone of derision, a clear expression of how the mere thought was utterly preposterous. After one final twist of her perfectly manicured curls around her finger, the adolescent moved her contemptuous gaze from Cyril to the corpse.

“It’s about time you did your job cleanly,” she said bitterly. “Think about the people who have to clean up.”

Cyril replied with an indifferent shrug. Forgoing any apologies or explanations, the blonde instead changed the subject: “Anything on the maid?”

“Oh, of course,” the girl said. Her expression suddenly turned haughty. “You’re talking about the Boss…” She paused to cough and continued in a stammer. “O-our name is like that, but something like this is easy enough. That customer works at the Lady Liu Hotel, and it seems like the guest in the room number she mentioned is some woman with white hair and red eyes. We don’t have a name, but getting one should be simple.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want another debt.” Cyril said. Having finished with his business, he excused himself from the bar’s backroom with a cheerful wave.

Recently, one of his favorite customers—a gossiper with a fondness for complaining and exaggerating about work and the nightlife—had taken to repeatedly mentioning a “damn guest” who persistently found new corners to stick gum in. Though her claim that the guest often returned to the hotel with a horrible smell sticking to her clothes was certainly odd, what piqued his interest was a certain distant memory. He didn’t often bother to remember faces, but it had been particularly amusing to see his old mentor cringe at how a certain white-haired Séance agent would go around pasting half-chewed gum here and there.

It hadn’t even been a month since his return to Cauldron City, yet he had been fortunate enough to identify an unsuspecting Esper so soon. Even if his assumptions were off the mark and she ended up being a mere mundy, getting rid of her would at least spare his ears from hearing the maid drone on about the gum chewer like a broken record.

It was time to visit Lady Liu.
 
Name: Hugh
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 11: 05 am
Location: "Turtle Town", Cauldron City
Type: Witch
Power: Highlighting
Tagging: nios nios

Hugh was just leaving the hotel as a woman in a sun hat entered, and an eye catching one at that with porcelain skin and ruby eyes. Hugh was sure she had a nice figure as well but it was hidden under her trenchcoat so the ogling offendant decided to highlight her figure, hoping it would help. When she lit up like a stop signal, telling Hugh she was dangerous, the young man recognised her. It was the Phantom.

They'd had a few run ins before hence why she was all a glow, but what was she doing here? It was then Zenith noticed the duffel bag, undoubtedly important as a classy woman such as the Phantom wouldn't carry her belongings in a DUFFEL bag so it was most likely to do with a job. Zenith quickly penned it, doing a subtle gesture with his hand like a student with his highlighter the bag turned green in his mind, making sure he could see it when he use his powers before tailing her.

Zenith watched the woman enter the room and proceeded to follow, passing the maids that were now preparing his room for the next customers, hanging just outside the room on the far wall. He positioned himself to make it look like he was admiring a painting on the opposite side before using his powers. With a thought the Phantom became the same colours as her eyes, a vivid red, as the wayward watcher looked at her walk around the room. Zenith had stayed here enough to practically memorise the rooms so he could roughly tell what she was doing even though none of it was important so far, she was just getting comfortable. When her scarlet silhouette seemed to start to lose some of it's definition, becoming more lithe and natural looking, Hugh started to admire the painting on wall far more closely, a big grin on his face.

The maid across the hall looked at the smiling slime ball with confusion as she grabbed some cleaning products from the cart, making her strain her neck to quick peek at the painting herself. It was a painting of a witch being burned at the stake in very vivid detail. She looked at Zenith and gulped before heading back into the room quickly.

A good 15 minutes or so later, Zenith smile began to fade slowly as the figure's natural shape started to disappear becoming more layered. Regaining his composure, the simmering down school boy proceeded to knock on the door and waited, watching as the Phantom headed towards the door and opened it.

"Didn't I run you out of this part of town?" A cheeky smile on his lips.

Hopefully she'd let him in as the hallway was now getting busier, with a few customers and maids now flittering around and he was curious as to what was in the bag.

(Feel free to slam the door in my face if you want nios nios ;D )
 
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Name: Wolfram Schwarz
Date/Time: 1 May 2050, 10:40PM
Location: Seance Office, Break Room
Type: Esper
Power: Clairalience
Tagging: Mera Mera
Mentioning: Bill
Hnnnng~! This ain’t it, chief! I dunno how ya’ can understand anything here! Cha’ gotta read it to me!

Wolfram finished drinking his pre-workout, and when he lowered his shaky cup, there was an irritable look on his face. His back was to Bon though, so he didn’t let her see it. He walked over to the sink to rinse out the cup, spring, and lid before setting them in the drying rack. He then turned and walked out of the break room, flipping the light switch off, as he headed over to the red-head.

Plus, ya’ said it yourself! I’m a newbie and this is my first report~ It’s only fair you can help me out as well!

Wolfram rested his fists upon his hips, closed his eyes, and frowned. “That’s right. You did say you’re French, and English isn’t your first language.” He grasped his chin as he contemplated deliberately aloud, “Maybe I should have asked someone else to help me…”

S’il te plait~? Pretty, pretty please~?

Wolfram dropped his hand from his face and bowed his head as he pretended to think deeply about the decision. “I just took some pre-workout. I’m gonna be juiced…I guess I can bring the weights in here.”

Bill would have lost his mind, but as far as Wolfram could guess, he wasn’t in the office. Wolfram fanned Bon’s further pleading with his hand as he walked away. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab what I need and bring it here, and then we can work on the report together.”

After a few minutes of Wolfram moving back and forth between the main office and the small gym, he soon had the floor covered in barbells, dumbbell plates, a dumbbell bar, and other gym accessories. It had only taken a few minutes for the pre-workout to start kicking in. His blue eyes were wide and alert, and his energy converted into over-enthusiasm. He slapped a hand on the desk, and leaned over a little to exclaim at Bon, “Yeah Bon Bon! Are you ready to crush that report? Let’s CRUSH IT!”

Wolfram immediately stepped back, bent over, and picked up some 50 lbs barbells as he started a set of vigorous bicep curls. While he was curling, he glanced down at his scribble-scrab report and read it with such fluency that he may have had a talent in anthropology. “I think it smelled like…”

His eyes flicked up to the ceiling as though he were staring into the back of his skull as he recalled the scene. “There were…two…no three. Yeah! THERE WERE THREE OF THOSE ASSHOLES THERE! ONE SMELLED LIKE A HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH!”

It was the most intense and serious report. Who knew a ham and cheese sandwich could have sounded so dramatic? Wolfram set down the weights and gasped. “That was just a warm up…now it’s really on!”

When he straightened, he had in his hands two 60 lbs weights as he started some hammer curls. “They were uh…what were they doing? WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY DOING?”

He growled as he felt the exertion and intensity of the burn. “I smelled some gunpowder…Guns maybe. Maybe an illegal WEAPONS DEAL? There wasn’t any blood. So not a murder.”
 

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