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Frank Floyd

"I'm not a sociopath. You're definiton of 'sane' is simply my version of 'crazy'..."

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a character in “Age Is But A Number”, as played by lizardheartstring

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{"Why is six afraid of seven? Because seven is a sexual predator.ā€}

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked || Na Na Na || Sail
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|{Full Name}|
Franklin Francis Floyd
(Not many people believe that his tongue-twister of a name is his real name, but we'll get back to that later.)

|{Nickname}|
Frank

|{Age}|
26

|{Ethnicity}|
American - born and raised in the United States

|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual

|{Role}|
Changer

|{Charm}|
Due to his willingness to complete Jude's plan, Frank destroyed his charm himself, and has since had to steal one. It's a tiny radio that's broken in some places. It works like any other charm, but his current bond with it is not very strong.

|{Mentality}|
Watchers, Breakers, Stretchers...Frank hates them all. He only shows allegiance towards the Changers, and through his actions, he's proven to be the extremist of the group.




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{"If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.ā€}
-Edgar Allen Poe
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
ā–Ŗ Has a cigarette in his mouth most of the time
ā–Ŗ Speaks in an American accent
ā–Ŗ Plays the knife game "five-finger fillet" often.
ā–Ŗ Talks to his "friends" sometimes. (Just a form of his schizophrenia
ā–Ŗ Spends way too much time watching TV
ā–Ŗ Only owns two pairs of shoes

|{Likes}|
The Changers || Smoking || Gambling || Music and television || Killing and fighting || Pleasing his leader and doing his job well || Messing with people || Swearing || Risk || Danger || Weapons || Brute force || Parties || Monster trucks || Drawing || Vodka || Chaos || Improvisation || 80's music

|{Dislikes}|
The Watchers, Breakers, and Stretchers || Traitors || Quiet || Settling things diplomatically || People who judge him || Too much thinking || Having a plan for everything || Teenagers || Structure || Classical music || Mondays || Seriousness || Losing money || Waiting in line || Prisons

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
āš˜ Recklessly brave and daring - not afraid to go into situations others would cringe over. āš˜
āš˜ On top physically - strong, agile, and proficient in combat. āš˜
āš˜ Great at improvisation. Fantastic liar and actor. Good at deceiving and using social illusion.āš˜
āš˜ Somewhat fluent in a variety of languages.āš˜
āš˜ Fantastic at camouflaging and blending in with his surroundings. āš˜


|{Flaws || Weakness}|
āš˜ Mentally insane. āš˜
āš˜ Reckless - acts before he thinks. āš˜
āš˜ Not as intelligent as others he fights and works with. Can be tricked through cunning. āš˜
āš˜ Gets himself into deep water often. Always in trouble with the law. āš˜

|{Hobbies}|
Although Frank usually spends his free time doing crazy shit, he does partake in a few activities that he can call hobbies. He likes gambling, and has been known to waste his money on random bets and competitions. God knows how much he loves to play a nice poker game with a cold beer by his side. Frank also spends a lot of his time watching TV and listening to music. For some reason, he's really into pop culture, and it's kind of scary.

|{Fears}|
Ćø Death Ćø
Ćø The fall of the Changers Ćø
Ćø Losing to a Breaker or Watcher Ćø

|{Secrets}|
āœ¤ Of course, his real name isn't Frank Floyd. It's actually Frank Dragonelli. He's used a series of fake names over the years in order to escape the law and keep his true identity a secret.āœ¤
āœ¤ He keeps many parts of his past close to his chest, so most people only know half of his backstory. āœ¤
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{"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.ā€}
-Albert Einstein



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|{Personality}|
{ Insane, Humorous, Strange, Charming, Loyal, Destructive }

For someone who looks rather well-kept and put together, it's hard to believe that Frank Floyd is a psychopath. But not only is he a psychopath - he's also a risk-taker, an extreme outlaw, a soldier, and an extremist member of the Changers. Franklin is a lot of things, and because of this, he's built a reputation for himself in the time-travelling community. To put it simply, it's not a good reputation. However, it's not necessarily bad one either. If anything, it's a feared reputation. Many people are terrified of him for his insanity, love of destruction and violence, and brute force.

But besides that, is there a reason to be afraid of Frank? Not really. He may be an enigmatic sociopath, but in no way does he take everything seriously. Despite his trouble-making repertoire, most people consider him to be the funniest, most random man they've ever met. He can be the comic relief of any group, and has been known to say the darndest things at the darndest times. Especially since he watches a ton of TV and listens to all the music he can during his free time, Frank knows what's going on in the world. Even though his intelligence isn't as up-to-par as other people's, he can still come up with witty, wise-cracking jokes that are bound to turn any serious situation into a humorous one. Because of this, it's actually possible for Frank to be considered 'lovable' in the eyes of another.

Fear is something that barely exists in his life. Whether it be jumping in front of an incoming train or inappropriately flirting with men or women, he's got daring nature spread throughout his entire body. You need something done? He'll do it, alright. That's why he's one of the most trusted members of the Changers. However, it's obvious that his audacity can lead to trouble. (as proven by his impressive criminal record.) It can also lead to his downfall, as he will speak or do before thinking. Although he deceives, he can be blind to deceiving nature, himself. In a way, you can almost say that he is gullible liar.

If there's one thing about Frank, it's that he's loyal. Sure, sometimes he doesn't quite care about the welfare of his allies, but it's not like he's going to kill them or anything. His loyalty is proven by his overabundant willingness to help Jude Fletcher and the Changers. Besides Jude, Frank can also be loyal to the people he loves. Of course, like many things, love isn't something that he takes rather seriously, so if he cares about you, he's not going to tell you. You'll just have to find that out on your own.

Although he's been one to look at the bright side of things when there are none, it's not like he can't get sentimental, lonely, or depressed. Like many people in the Changers, he's gone through hardship and alienation. ESPECIALLY alienation in his family. Perhaps that's the reason why Frank is so attached to the Changers. Not only does he believe in their cause, but he craves their sense of companionship and is grateful for the makeshift family Jude has put together. Of course, Frank has never been wear his heart on his sleeve or openly display his emotions. (At least not in public, anyway.) He is mysterious about almost EVERYTHING, especially when it comes to his history. When people try to get him to open up, their attempts are useless. Verbal attacks don't phase him, either. It's only when Frank really trusts someone (which is always hard to tell) that he will tell him a thing or two about his past. Of course, he's never really found the right person to share his whole story with yet.



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{"Calm down, gas tank. We're all empty on the inside.ā€}
-Lauren Ashley Bishop
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|{Place of Origin}|
San Diego, California

|{Family Tree}|
Zachariah Dragonelli // Father // Deceased
Olivia Dragonelli // Mother // Deceased
Francis Dragonelli // Eldest brother // Alive // 32
Laura Silverstein // Eldest sister // Alive // 30
Connor Dragonelli // Older brother // Deceased
Derek Dragonelli // Younger brother // Deceased
Edward Dragonelli // Youngest brother // Alive // 20
Kristy Dragonelli // Youngest sister // Alive // 17


|{Happiest Memory}|
He's very vague about this, saying that his happiest memory was the time when Neo took the red pill in the Matrix. Of course, everyone is curious about what his actual happy memory is.

|{Saddest Memory}|
He's vague about this too, claiming that it was when he "lost what he was given". Unlike the first statement, people believe that this one stands for something.



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|{History}|
Frank's history is extremely enigmatic. He always leaves a few holes here and there when explaining it to people, and he has been known to change a few things around from time to time whenever he feels like it. Although all of it may not be necessarily true, records and files of him have collected different parts of data about his backstory that Watchers have been able to piece together over time.

Frank was born in San Diego, California to a large, indigent, time-travelling family. Not much is known about his early childhood, except that both of his parents died in a car crash when he was about ten years old. Once they were gone, his eldest brother and sister both took up the mantles of matriarch and patriarch, barely keeping the family alive. The Watchers mostly supplied them with things they needed, as Frank's uncle was a part of their ranks. Still, all seven of the children remember being famished, parched, and hopeless.

When things started getting a little better, Frank was able to focus on other things. Although he did terrible in school, he found his strengths when it came to things like athletics and theatre. He was actually a very talented thespian, and found time to do performances and earn money while also working at a day job. From his short-lived acting career, he learned how to lie to an audience, gain confidence in himself, and take up different aliases. The latter is what inspired him to work under different identities in his later life.

Around his young adult years, Frank was diagnosed with schizophrenia. While some of his siblings planned to spend their later lives in the average world, he and a few of his other family members decided to stay a part of the time-travelling community. He initially joined the Stretchers, and worked under them for a few years until he was kicked out due to his inability to use stealth. (Although it's rumored that he was banished for a more scandalous reason.)

It is believed that he started to grow his more defiant, reckless personality by the time he entered his early twenties. He still smuggled valuable items outside of the Stretchers, and consequentially ran into the law on various occasions. He also gambled, murdered, and whored around quite frequently, giving him one of those well-known criminal reputations. Essentially, this reputation allowed him to be contacted by the likes of Jude Fletcher's followers. Upon learning about the secret of charm dust, he could only respond with three words: "I knew it."

Frank is relatively new to the Changers, but he has quickly become one of the most loyal and trustworthy. He even calls Fletcher the "Changer King", and often proclaims "long live the king," even though the title is a joke. He broke his own charm upon first hearing the plan Jude came up with, and has had to steal a new one. This has given him a disadvantage among the group. Even so, he is still a very powerful member.




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|{Miscellaneous}
Frank has been in/escaped jail twice. He's escaped the custody of the Watchers five times, and has been a name on two Breaker contracts. Because of the latter, he likes to taunt the Breakers as much as he can whenever he gets the opportunity.

Also, the various last names/ aliases he's worked under include the surnames Downing, Hay, Castellanos, Bagordo, Jones, Furey, Dove, O'Connell, Heitmann, Scott, and Rainey

|{Face Claim}
Sean O'Pry

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So begins...

Frank Floyd's Story

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{ Present || The Warren || 11:40 pm }





The silence was deafening. About eight minutes had passed, and still no one had stampeded into his office. However, once the clock struck 11:39, Felix could sense the silent footsteps of the figure behind him. Using his peripheral vision, he made out the distinct dark-colored hair and plastered scowl of Axel Wolff. He stood next to him in the same stoic fashion, observing the statues and barely making a sound. Felix quickly glanced at him, and then returned his gaze to the underwater sculpture of his father. There had always been distance between him and Axel. Felix could never tell if Wolff truly distrusted his leadership, or if he was just putting on a subtle facade of objection. He had never let people's opinions of him get to his head. He knew what his father had signed him up for. Still, he always kept a watchful eye on Axel's allegiance, his whereabouts, and his words. To put it simply, there was something fishy about him...

ā€œYour father was a great man.ā€ he said, obliterating the tension between the two. Felix remained silent and unchanged in position. ā€œI hope to one day only join him out there in that garden with my ancestors as well.ā€ Now he felt Axel's eyes on him. ā€œI wish to fulfill this contract sir. Itā€™d be my pleasure.ā€

Felix noiselessly turned his head, locking his hawk-like eyes with Wolff's. However, before he could say a word in reply, a booming voice joined their conversation. "Hold you horses hot-shot." said Otis, Roselin not to far behind him. "Someone else might want a crack at it." The tips of Felix's lips curled upwards into something that could pass as a small smile. The distinct humor of the Carters never ceased to amuse him. Their golden hair, as well as their vibrant, charming personalities brought light into the darkness of the Warren.

Otis's presence made Axel roll his eyes. Out of the corner of his own eyes, Felix noticed Sandara Barnett towards the back of the room. If there was anyone he was expecting to see at this moment, it was her. "So boss," Otis said, his hands placed casually in his jean pockets, "who are the targets?" Felix opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Axel. "Listen, there are tons of capable people here that can finish this job." he argued, "But you know better than anyone here that some of us are just better than the rest. Capable doesn't always cut it."

"Yes, capable doesn't always cut it," Felix irritably shot back, "Especially when the power of your enemy is unknown to you. Then you fall prey to ignorance." He glared at Axel for a few moments, and then briskly prowled over to his desk. Still standing, he leaned forward over the sleek, black surface, and began to speak.

"Listen up," he projected, addressing everyone with individual glances. "When I said before that this contract was a 'big one', I meant it in a plethora of ways. As you already know, three targets have been specified in the contract. The client is willing to pay twenty-thousand pounds for each one dead." he said, his eyes turning darker, "So in total, that comes out to sixty-thousand pounds." he stopped momentarily, letting his words sink in. "To put it simply, that's a lot of money, and it's more than any contract the Breakers have had so far."

He grabbed the piece of parchment on his desk, and glanced downwards while continuing to speak. "Now to answer your question, Otis...I've done research on these targets, and they're not nearly the rag-tag sort of crooks we've all dealt with in the past." he rolled his head on his shoulders, glancing at him with a mirthless smirk. "No, these are homicidal psychopaths with extraordinary criminal records that have surpassed anything I've ever seen in my entire life." He looked downwards again, giving some sort of inaudible sigh. He knew there was going to be resentment upon what he was about to say next.

"Now, it's strange for a client to want one person dead, but three? It's intriguing. We can assume that there's a connection between these targets. Of course, our client could just have anger issues and wants all three of them assassinated for whatever offense they've committed in the past, but it seems somewhat unlikely. If there is a connection between them, I don't want anyone outnumbered in the heat of a situation. I know you're all capable of going above and beyond the call of duty, but some of these targets have killed more men than you. Some of them have killed more legends than you...It's not that I don't want to take risks, it's just that I want to go about this strategically and with caution. So I'd like to put everyone in groups of two while searching for these madmen. That way, while you're focused on one of them, another won't have the opportunity to stab you in the back." He continued before anyone could say anthing, "Plus, it's a large amount of money as it is. If there are six of you undertaking this, you'd each get ten-thousand pounds once the targets are all dead."

He sauntered in front of his desk, holding out his hand for everyone to see. On his ring finger, shining a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, was the famous charm that had belonged to every Breaker that had fallen into a leadership position. It was known as Death's Mirror, and it was one of the most powerful time-travelling devices in the world. "Now, to show you all who you'll be up against..."

Almost immediately, a hologram-like image of a long-haired man projected from out of the emerald ring. The man was displaying a condescending smirk - as though he knew everything there was to know about everyone, and was unafraid to use his knowledge for destructive blackmailing purposes. "Asmodeus Blakely. Twenty-six years old. Known for his intelligence, cunning, and psychopathic behavior. If you've ever heard of the legend of 'Jack the Ripper', this is him right here. One of his well-guarded secrets. He has been known for his homicidal rampage, having killed over a dozen women during the Victorian age." Felix then gave a smirk, "Plus, I hear he's got a thing for classical music."

Asmodeus's face suddenly faded into that of a beautiful blonde-haired woman. "Ondine Caudill. Twenty-four years of age. On the Scotland Yard's most wanted list for various accounts of murder and theft...Apparently, she's pretty handy with a knife. Cruel, calculating...she's dangerous. You all get the idea."

The last face was that of a greasy-looking young man. His face and hair seemed chiseled and organized, but his eyes crackled with mischief. "Last but not least, a man by the name of Frank Floyd. I couldn't find much on him...probably because he's using an alias. However, I did manage to discover a few things about him. Like Asmodeus, he's a psychopath. Apparently, someone saw him jump right in front of a train last year for reasons unknown, although witnesses claim that he was trying to hijack it. Unlike the other two, he doesn't have any wits. But what he lacks in brains he makes for up in balls. According to our good friends, the Watchers," he gave a fake smile, "he's escaped their custody five times. Murderer, gambler, and smuggler, he's really the whole package"

Frank's face faded out, and Felix leaned back on his desk, his arms crossed just below his chest. "And those are our targets, all of them time-travelers, just like us."

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{ Present || Fletcher Mansion || 11:40 am }





Wearing a red leather jacket, an old Flash Gordon t-shirt and wine-colored Chuck Taylors was a young man sitting on the rooftop of the Fletcher mansion. He swung his feet back and forth while they dangled off of the edge. A small, lime-green radio sat beside him, playing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.

"Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry, you don't have to worry...'Cause baby there AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIIIIIGH ENOUGH," Frank foolishly sang in a high octave, "AIN'T NO VALLEY LOOOOOW ENOUGH. AIN'T NO RIVA' WIIIIDE ENOUGH TO KEEP ME FROM GETTIN' TO YOU BABE..."

Now that he had a radio for a charm, singing on top of the Fletcher Mansion became an everyday occurrence. There was a piece of pink 'Hello Kitty' notebook paper in his hands, which he scribbled on using a maroon-colored crayon. He was making a list. It wasn't any ordinary list - it was an important list that would be shown to all of the Changers. Ultimately, it was a list that would determine their organization's fate.

Suddenly, a beep from the watch on his wrist made him drop the crayon, and come to a stop. A wild smile appeared on his face. "WELL IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME." he said as if speaking to someone, "Hopefully this works..."

His put one index finger in both of his earlobes, and stared at a tree over to the right side of the house. "Three...two...one...FIRE IN THE HOOOOOLE!!!" In that instant, a storm of grass and dirt flew up into the air, and Frank's giddy laughter could barely be heard over the sound of the explosion.

Jude Fletcher wasn't the only one who had to keep charm dust. When Franklin Dragonelli broke his charm in order for one part of Fletcher's plan to be completed, the psychopathic twenty something-year-old made sure to keep a few tiny specks of dust for himself. He had planted the dust inside makeshift bombs, and had just tested one out on the unsuspecting groundhog that had eaten the plants in Jude's garden for a week. Now that he knew that they worked, it was time to start his mission.

He crumpled up the list and put it inside of one of his leather jacket's pockets. He then grabbed his radio, leaving the box of crayons behind as he climbed down the house. He stopped by one of the windows, seeing Ondine nearby. He swung his legs forward, shattering the glass, and flying through the gap he had just created. "Hello Ondie." he said in a suave tone that mocked elegance. "Woops." he quickly turned his head around, surveying the wreckage he had just created. Even though he stared at it for a few seconds, the damage didn't seem to phase him.

"Okay," he began, unfolding the list from his pocket. "Read this, and get the items on it. It's for the Changer King." He then handed her the pink Hello Kitty paper, and ran off before she got the chance to ask him any questions. That was Frank's nature - always allowing himself to be vague whenever the opportunity arose.

"Hey Jack-ass," he said to his friend Asmodeus when he passed him by. A mix of 'Jack the Ripper' and his own name, Asmodeus's genocidal-maniac status allowed Frank to call him by the vulgar nickname. "I'm going out. Make sure to read the list I gave Ondie. It's muy importante..."

With a utility belt on his waist and a knapsack over his left shoulder, Frank headed outside to the front of the house. Suddenly, he saw a figure slinking in the shadows over to his left. "DAMN IT." he cursed, seeing that the groundhog he had just attempted to kill was miraculously still alive. He sighed, pressed one of the buttons on his portable radio, and closed his eyes.




{ July 30th, 1478 || Florence, Italy || 8 pm }

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When he opened them, Frank come across a grand masquerade being held right in the center of the square. There were lanterns shining over his head, and dozens of costumed lords and ladies dancing to the charming melodies of the music. Irritatingly, Frank ripped off the black mask that covered his eyes. He found masquerades pointless. What was putting a mask over your face going to do to conceal your identity? It certainly wasn't going to help the man Frank was pursuing.

He knew his target was here, he just wasn't sure where to find him. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling out a piece of parchment from his knapsack. He held up the piece of paper to the small man he was inspecting, and smiled once he realized it was the guy he was looking for.

"Hello there" he said to his victim, who he had managed to trap in a dark alleyway, a dagger against his throat. "Let's skip the formalities minor Harry Potter character...I want to make this quick."
The man raised his brow. "What?"
"Listen, you've made something that I need. It's granted you eternal life, and it's one of the greatest creations mankind has ever known."
"Why thank you."
"Now, I need to know where it is," Frank rested the dagger on the man's belly, "or I'll slit you up one side and down the other so that you can watch your own stomach drop to the ground below."

The two locked eyes at each other for a while, making Frank impatient. "Well, if you're not going to tell me...
He rammed the man into the wall, raising his dagger and aiming for his chest. "Wait, wait! At least let me say something..." the gray-haired man stuttered in fear, "All I'm going to tell you is this: I gave it to a group of individuals who are known for their collection of things. Some call them thieves, I call them vigilantes."
Frank smirked and chuckled. "And you know what I call them?" he said, "Assholes."

Frank then scratched Nicholas Flamel's stomach with his blade, making him yell and grunt in pain. A group of men instinctively came over to question his actions, but they were blown into the air once Frank dropped the tiny bombs he had hanging on his belt. Not only did they create tiny explosions, but they also sent out blue smoke. It made people cough like crazy, and it allowed Frank to make his getaway. He hoped he wouldn't feel nostalgia over his next destination.





{ Present || The Temple Bar || 11:45 }





Frank entered the bar casually, not worrying about anything he'd have to face up ahead. Frank remembered this crowded bar from his Stretcher days. Nothing had changed - not even the old bookcase in the storage room that guarded the secret entrance to the apartment upstairs. He crouched down beside it, pulling the red book towards the bottom shelf, and shook his head as he watched the bookcase slide away, revealing the spiral staircase.

Once he got upstairs, Frank frantically searched the apartment for the item he needed - the Stone of Philosophers. "Yoohoo..." he called out, knocking over books, pots pans...anything that got in his way. He was creating a mess, and it wouldn't be too long until he broke something. He entered another room, checking every crevice and corner for the red glittering gem he desired. Of course, he didn't see Lucius Daniel Evans laying on the ground beside him.





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{Present || Castle Aetas || 11:45 am }





When Beatrice's leg had caught with hers, Sadie lost her balance, and caught herself on the wall before her knees reached the floor. She laughed. "Trying to kill me, Bee?" Sadie smiled, gently nudging Beatrice in the shoulder to signify that everything was okay. She kept herself close to her friend, and continued to hike down the long castle corridor. "So Beatrice, tell me where you went. I'm curious." She listened to everything her fellow Watcher had to say. Once she was sure Beatrice was done speaking, Sadie began to tell her something that she had been wanting to tell her all day. "So at breakfast this morning, I overheard a couple of people talking about who's going to take over now that Artemis is gone." She kept trudging forward, approaching the castle breezeway. "Apparently, it's going to be a whole voting-thing. Like, we'll have to nominate people, and then we choose one of the people who's nominated...I have no idea when or where the voting is going to take place, but whateverr it is, I hope it doesn't get crazy. I just don't want it to be like parliament, if you know what I mean..."

Sadie came to a stop. Beside her was a dark brown door that seemed to contrast with the other chestnut-colored doors nearby. Behind the door lied Artemis Fletcher's abandoned office. She slowly turned the knob and opened it, revealing a small yet spacious room. It was completely illuminated by the natural light that poured in through the windows towards the back. " I was ordered to clean this place out, and put everything that isn't a shelf or a desk into the storage room." She laughed. "To be honest, I didn't even know we had a storage room." she said, "I thought this was the storage room."

She invited Beatrice inside the office. Perhaps they could find some interesting things lining the walls or hiding underneath the desk. Out of the corner of her eye, Sadie could spot cardboard boxes lining one of the walls. Clearly, someone had already done part of her job for her. She grabbed one, and began placing the dusty, ancient books inside. She chuckled once she came across one with a navy blue cover. The title read "The Art of Dance: Moving And Shaking From the Stone Age To the Modern World". The book was published in 1989. "Here, Bee," she giggled, holding out the book for Beatrice to see, "This one's for you." Sadie then placed it on Artemis's desk, and got back to work cleaning the shelf in front of her.

Sadie sighed. "I still can't believe she's gone..." Brushing her hand against the side of the bookshelf, she stared blankly at the covers. Every one she gazed upon triggered a memory she had with Artemis. "I remember when I first came here...I was sixteen and so confused...she helped me so much. Helped me sort out my problems, inspired me to do something about them...she was irreplaceable. In a way, I thought she'd never die."

For a few moments, Sadie just leaned on the bookshelf, staring out the window, listening for Beatrice to say something. And then suddenly, a peculiar little object on Artemis's desk brought her back to reality. Whatever it was, it was glowing a bright red color, and making some sort of high-pitched alarm sound. Sadie approached it, observing that it was a tiny crystal ball. It almost looked like a snowglobe. "Disruption in the time stream," she said, reading the words that appeared inside the glass object, "July 30th, 1478, Florence, Italy. 8 o'clock pm." She turned towards Beatrice, a confused yet stunned look on her face. "Do you think this is how Artemis knew what orders to give us?" She stared at the object for a few more moments. "Y'know what, we should probably get moving. If we don't do something soon, bad things could happen. I'm gonna go grab some stuff real quickly. If you want to come along, Bee, meet me back in here when you're ready."

With that, Sadie quickly ran out of the office, heading towards the direction of her room.

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{ Present || The Temple Bar || 11:45 }



Lucius was actually beginning to enjoy the comfort of hugging the floor. The quiet in the old room was nice, and the wooden floor was cool. His headache had dissipated moments ago, leaving everything much clearer, but he felt much too lethargic to actually doing anything. But before he could actually decide whether or not he wanted to get up, the doorway opened, and he heard footsteps coming from a different room. "Yoohoo," he heard in the distance, and tons of clattering.

What on earth was this guy up to?

The footsteps gradually neared the room, until the person actually was inside the room. They proceeded to look about the walls for god knows what. For a moment, the figure seemed much to busy to pay attention to Lucius, but Lucius realized it was more than that. The person didn't even notice him.

"Seriously, how dull do you have to be to not notice me lying dead center of the floor?" Lucius pulled himself up using a nearby shelf, dusting himself off. He rolled his neck about, than twisting his back, letting the many satisfactory cracks fill the silence.

The figure in front of him was taller than him, with slick black hair. The unfamiliar face somewhat shocked him for a moment. But it seemed to work out perfectly. Someone to enjoy wine with, why not this pretty boy?

"Hey I haven't ever seen you around, are you new here...?" Lucius began, a sly smirk on his face, about to continue with some cheesy pick up line he thought of, than decided against it. Instead, he proceeded to pull out a bottle of wine, "No matter, however, you must sit and enjoy a glass of wine with me now that you're here. I did need someone to drink it with me, I'd feel bad if I drank it all myself."

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{ Present || The Temple Bar || 11:50 am }





Frank's search for the stone came to a halt when he noticed a silhouette arise behind him. He drew one of his daggers, pointing it at the black-haired man. He rolled his eyes. If this guy thought he'd be able to stop him, he was shitting himself over.

"Seriously, how dull do you have to be to not notice me lying dead center of the floor?"
"Seriously, Johnny Depp," Frank retorted, "how dull do you have to be to just lie in the middle of the floor? Like, use a goddamn chair or something..."

"Hey I haven't ever seen you around, are you new here...?" said the man after filling the silence with cracking sounds that came from his back and neck. Frank lowered his brows, and tightened the grip on his dagger. Whatever this guy was up to, it was really fishy. And Frank knew the definition of fishy. Suddenly, the man pulled out a large bottle of wine. Frank came a bit closer, his eyes wide, and his hands ready to strike.

"No matter," he said, "however, you must sit and enjoy a glass of wine with me now that you're here. I did need someone to drink it with me, I'd feel bad if I drank it all myself."

Who was this guy, the Mad Hatter? Only instead of tea, he offered wine...
Frank looked the guy right in the eyes, then stared at the bottle, then looked at the guy again. A few seconds passed, and then all of a sudden, he shrugged.
"Meh...What the hell. Didn't eat lunch yet anyway."

He then quickly sheathed his dagger, and walked past the man into the kitchen. He put his belt on the counter, and removed the six tiny balls of metal that had been slung onto it. "Don't touch these," he said to Lucius, "They're bombs." Frank proceeded to the fridge, and gazed upon his options for lunch. He discovered a box of Chinese food right in the front, and opened it to find frozen lo mein inside. He nodded, found a bowl, and dumped the whole box into it. Since it was frozen, the lo mein came out in a cube-like format. He then put the bowl in the microwave, and set the timer for three minutes.

Frank sat on a stool near the counter, placing his knapsack on it as well. "To answer your question, fancy-pants," he said, "I'm actually not new here. I'm old. I got kicked out of your little club, and now I've been replaced by a bunch of new people. So I guess you can say I'm...vintage."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, and put one of them in his mouth. "Gotta lighter, fella? I need to smoke this bitch up."

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{ Present || The Temple Bar || 11:50 am }



The part about the stranger that made him mildly nervous, was the part where he took out his dagger. But anyone would drink to that, right? He wasn't completely sure, but waited for the response which came out much more lighthearted than expected. "Meh, what the hell. Didn't eat lunch anyways,"

Frank proceeded towards the kitchen after sheathing his dagger, comfortingly, as Lucius followed him. He told Lucius not to touch the bombs stuck to his belt. It was at that point Lucius wondered who the stranger was. Lucius grabbed two wine glasses from the pantry, washing off the accumulated dust, and drying them off. Lucius concluded the man wasn't even part of the stretchers, judging by his near violent reaction to Lucius, but he was still making himself comfortable eating yesterday's Chinese food.

Lucius searched through the drawers for a bottle opener. He successfully found one from the disorganized drawers, and continued to open up the bottle. The stranger began speaking to Lucius as his lo mien was heating, "To answer your question, fancy-pants, I'm not actually new here. I'm old, I got kicked out of your little club and now I've been replaced by a bunch of new people. So I guess you can say, I'm... vintage."

Lucius found his choice of words interesting, but poured the wine regardless. He was probably there to steal something, which was a very stretcher move. And what Lucius had done should have been proceeded against him in combat. Problem was, Lucius only knew how to fight with one thing, and not to mention was physically weak. And so there was nothing he could do about it, other than notify someone. Who actually knew how to fight.

But first, came the wine. "Gotta lighter, fella? I need to smoke this bitch up." And apparently smoking.

If there was one thing Lucius wouldn't do, it would be handing him his charm. If there was one thing Lucius didn't know, was if there were any lighters inside of the apartment. He briefly considered lying and saying he didn't have one. But that didn't seem too great either. He pulled out his charm, and lit the cigarette for him instead. He figured it'd be awkward for the stranger, but the stranger was bold enough to accept a glass of wine. But still, Lucius avoided eye contact after doing such an awkward thing.

"Here, ya go," Lucius handed him the filled glass of wine after, "got this from Italy somewhere. It's probably aged a couple decades. I don't even know if it's that good, stole it from some bartender who was buying groceries. He didn't call guards or police or whatever was happening that time, on me, which I still find funny."

"But hey, regardless, why'd you get kicked? Hell, I don't even know your name..." Lucius sipped from the glass, still smiling, finding the wine much more tangy than he expected, not to mention it went down without too much bite. Maybe it was actually good quality wine, which was probably why the bartender ran a marathon to chase Lucius down...

And Lucius would get in trouble for not protecting whatever object this guy had in mind to steal.

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{ Present || Fletcher Mansion || 11:40 am }





To say Ondine was annoyed would be an understatement; having barely eaten anything she had little to no tolerance for Frankā€™s antics. The said man had just jumped through the window after a rather loud explosion was set off, and she just hoped to her non-existent God that he didnā€™t break anything of value. After all, lavish things were meant to be relished not bombed, and if there was any one word to describe the Fletcher mansion it would be expensive.

ā€œHello Ondine,ā€ he said a voice she knew he thought was charming.

ā€œFrank,ā€ She then added in a condescending glare to top it all off. This was exactly what her morning needed; a heavy dose of Frank and a three course meal of starvation, ā€œRead this, and get the items on it. It's for the Changer King." She grimaced at the name ā€˜Changer King,ā€™ knowing how Frank used it wasnā€™t vicious but rather with adoration. He was a puppy and a very loyal one at that. During the whole interaction, Asmodeus had been preparing a tea pot to boil water in, and though his hands worked in almost mechanical motions, his eyes were stuck on the mouths and lips of the other two, reading the words they were saying as "Gimme" by Beck played into his two ears.

What Frank had handed her was a piece of Hello Kitty notebook paper and a list written in crayon, his hand writing barely legible. Heā€™s a third grader. Literally,she thought but instead said something different. ā€œAnd for what reason?ā€ but not to her surprise he was gone.

Ondine sighed softly and headed toward her original destination; the kitchen. The list could wait but her stomach could not.
Now at her endpoint she made herself cereal and sat down half paying attention to Asmodeus half reading the crumpled up list.

The Stone of Philosophers (In Stretcher possession)

The Winged Sandals of Hermes

Excalibur (In Stretcher possession)

The Book of Life (In Watcher possession)

A Golden Apple

Mjƶlnir

The BrĆ­singamen


In all her life she was never more curious as to why their leader trusted him so much to do his bidding. Maybe it was because he sacrificed his charm for their cause, or he just naturally favored crazy people. Whatever it was she couldnā€™t help but loath him for it.

But what the leader wanted, he got.

Ondineā€™s attention was now on Asmodeus and silently she waved him over to look at the crumpled up sheet. But the man whom had just been so kindly been called jack-ass had ignored the whole exchange in the end and had turned away once again when Frank had vanished, his eyes stuck intently on the small cup of ramen that sat on the counter in front of him. His mind had stopped for a second- the insult had seemed to jam his mind with too much idiocy for Asmodeus's good, until a light click dragged his hands to a pot filled with boiling hot water. Pouring the boiling hot water in, Asmodeus religiously closed the opened flap back down onto the cup, picked up a plastic fork and headed towards the area at which Ondine sat in. Music at full volume, Asmodeus sat down across from Ondine, left fingers tapping on the ramen flap (to the notation of Paganini's Capriccio No.24), right hand reaching forward for the flap of paper that he had noticed Frank pass to Ondine. It interested him, to say the least, that the idiot would have handed anything of worth to Ondine, and the occurrence (and explosion outside) was enough to pique Asmodeus's interest though he was annoyed with his earlier failure back in 1888. "What is this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the shabby tiny piece of paper.

"A list of things we need to get apparently," she raised the spoon to her mouth and took a bite of the out-of-date corn flakes. Not wanting to swallow she made a face of disgust, before she finally decided it was sitting in her mouth for too long. 'How long have we had this for? It's disgusting.' Ondine stood up, taking the bowl of stale cereal with her and pouring it down the kitchen drain. It was a wonder how no one in this mansion has died of food poisoning. "Oh." was all that Asmodeus said as he allowed his eyes to glance down at the small list of items. But looking at the objects listed only increased Asmodeus's already bubbling annoyance. "Of course it doesn't cross his mind to give more details as to exactly where these objects are." Asmodeus snorted out as he threw the paper away, allowing it to flutter down to the ground as he dug into his now cooked ramen. "Bloody useless, that brainless dolt." He muttered as he chewed, picking up the paper beside him again to look at the items on the Hello Kitty paper more closely. Drumming his fingers against the table, Asmodeus hummed a bit as he turned his head towards Ondine, sensing the other Changer would probably say something.

"I'm thinking about retrieving the Golden Apple, it looks relatively easy,"she glanced toward Asmodeus, raising an eyebrow. "Frank can expect the fruit to be in his possession by tomorrow, or midnight." Ondine purposefully said in a taunting manner trying to get a reaction from the man in front of her. It wasn't that she wanted to get him worked up, but to see the usually solitary man express an emotion once in a while would be nice, but then again she couldn't expect too much out of a psychopath. But Ondine only received a blank expression from Asmodeus.

"I would hope that you will be able to work on your claim you just set down, then." He said, finishing up his small cup of ramen before getting up and throwing it in the trash can. Asmodeus could tell, slightly, that Ondine had probably said the last sentence as a means of taunting him into action- but without actually hearing her voice, it was hard to say if he had deciphered right or not. "Well, then. Frankly, I have no bloody interest in whatever that dolt is doing, so I'll be on my way back to Victorian England to finish a job." The music in his earphones slowly started to die down as the last song came to a stop.

ā€œYou should get started too, Jude wouldnā€™t be too happy seeing you fall behind the rest of us. Maybe you should try and find the Mjƶlnir," She snickered at the thought of him being worthy, although she had no place to talk seeing as to she was in the same exact position as him. It sickened her how she had the use their leaders name as if he were an actual leader when at best he was a dictator. Ondine grabbed the paper from Asmodeus and searched for a pencil, striking out the item 'A Golden Apple.' It was a cocky move from her part, but did she regret it? The obvious answer was no. As much as she hated following her leader's orders she couldn't very well deny them either. In a way she was helping Asmodeus not get in trouble with Jude. Asmodeus's eyes flashed at her comment as his music started up once again. "Falling behind." The words lingered in the air as Asmodeus glared at Ondine, eyes filled with a searing anger mixed in with a certain madness that no one would ever mistake. "Jude wouldn't be happy seeing me fall behind the rest of you...?" The words rolled off of his lips as his eyes flickered between Ondine's lips to her eyes then down to the knife rack that lay on the counter beside him.

A second later, Asmodeus's laughter filled the room- a dark chilling laugh that spread throughout the kitchen. "Well, I'd love to be instructed in exactly how I shouldn't disappoint Jude Fletcher, Ms. Caudill." Sticking his hands in his pocket, he walked up to the other Changer, the taunting look that had been in her eyes reflected back in his own. "With my presence there, I would suppose that the probability of you failing and going against your word will be much lower, shall it not? Let's kill two birds with one stone. I'll go, you instruct." He leaned forward a small smile on his face, "But I would suggest you to keep a look on your back." Asmodeus took a step back, a large grin on his face as he looked at Ondine. "Your choice."

Ondine knew he was mad, utterly deranged and sick in the head, but maybe that's why she didn't want to cower before him. When he leaned forward she didn't take a step back nor did she go any further. She gave him a cruel smile and responded in turn.ā€I wouldn't have it any other way.ā€ With that she left the kitchen and beckoned him to follow. If he was willing to follow she would direct, it was only natural. ā€Asmodeus, do you know anything about the Golden Apple?" of course she wasn't expecting him to, but surprises do come from somewhere.




{ Unknown|| Cyrene, Libya || 9:00 pm }





But Asmodeus did not say anything as he walked up and grabbed Ondine's arm. Another step later, he was dragging her through time and space, plunging both of them into a pitch darkness that seemed to extend through all of eternity. But in due time, their feet hit the ground as a bright sunlight shined down on the two of them with a powerful vengeance. "It should be here." Asmodeus said, shifting uncomfortably in the toga that had been substituted with his own outfit earlier, grimacing at the scratchy cloth. Raising an eyebrow at Ondine's still casually twenty-first century styled clothing, Asmodeus let out a long sigh as he shifted the violin case on his back to a more comfortable position. "Let's first find you some damned clothes and something to hide my violin."

Ondine nodded and looked around, noticing one or two people outside wherever the Hell they were. It was at times like these that she truly hated the fact that her charm wasn't really hers, but she couldn't help but stifle a laugh at her companion. He looked ridiculous with his violin case on his back, earphones dangling from his ears, and all while wearing a toga. "Nice dress, you should wear it more often," and before he could say anything she ran in the direction of a woman with a basket in her hands. Ondine could only softly chuckle at the woman's soon to be fate.

Silent and efficient Ondine kicked the woman in the stomach and then wrapped her right arm around her throat, her left over the woman's mouth as to muffle the screaming. Her death happened in a matter of seconds and to say Ondine was guilty would be a lie. It felt good to play God once in a while; control over everyone's fate was simply to die for. Not wanting to leave the body in the middle of the street she dragged it to a nearby building and then stripped off her clothing. Ondine then turned a corner as to gain more privacy and started to undress and then redress herself in the span of a minute or two. She hadn't accounted for the sudden time travel so the bag she usually kept her clothing in was not with her, thus forcing her to leave behind her modern day attire. She then returned to Asmodeus with a glare that silenced many of her old victims.

Knowing the bastard was listening to music she leaned up towards him and pulled out an earbud."If I ever work with you again, you will tell me when you're going to time travel,"She made sure the steel in her voice was apparent before calming herself down- though her only response was a nonchalant look and a tug on his earphones to take them back. "Now let's find you something for your violin."