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Justin Maysharp

His philosophy is, "Take what ever life gives you, then steal what ever it doesn't."

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a character in “How to spot a Faerie”, as played by SylphofSpace

Description

Justin Maysharp: The Thief of the Night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je84VupqD58


Image

Height: 5"6

Appearance: If you passed Justin walking down the street, you would think 'Wow, he's attractive.' His light brown hair coupled with his hazel eyes and dashing smile are able to make most girls go wild. He has a medium build with a hint of muscle showing through his skin. His legs are unnaturally thin, allowing him to run faster and jump higher then most people.

In order to maintain his thief look, Justin dresses the part. He wears a bright green tunic under a red cloak. The cloak has a built in mask to hide his face if he needs to do so, though it inhibits his peripheral vision so he usually just keep it around his neck like a scarf. He wears his cloak over his right side because he thinks it make him look 'cooler'. His wrists are covered in leather bracers. For pants, he wears bright white trousers. For footwear, Justin wears bright green and brown boots. The bottoms are coated in a sticky concoction made of honey, peanut butter and chewing gum he made himself to prevent slipping off of curved rooftops.

Around his waist he carries a belt full of different thieving tools. These tools include lock-picks, smoke pellets, an electronic hacker, a universal camera shut-off and a wrist-mounted grappling hook. His belt also carries his trusty pair of twin daggers, which he keeps on his person at all times.

Regular clothes: Image
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Age: 19.
Species: Human.
Role: Earth Elemental.
Powers:
Tremor Sense (Ability to sense things moving on or in the ground),

(Very little training) Earth Manipulation, (He is adept in making pillars of stone and earth as well as holes. He developed these skills to run away and hide better.)

(Untrained) Metal Manipulation. So far, he is able to create knives and simple tools such as lock-picks. This is how his daggers were made.
Skin turns to stone when in life threatening situations (Not yet controllable).


Abilities:
Increased reflexes, speed and jumping ability from years of being a thief.

Nimble hands. Able to pick any lock or pocket easily.

Very charismatic. Can easily make people see his point of view and trust him.

Flexible. Another skill Justin picked up in his years of being a thief. He is flexible enough to touch the back of his knees with his hands. He often does this to gross people out.


Preferred Weapons: His twin daggers or, if not available, knives.

Personality: Justin is an eternal optimist. He always looks on the bright side of life, even in the darkest times. This happiness tends to spread to other people as well. He is naturally charismatic, often gaining followers and friends without even trying. This often conflicts with his thieving as he tends to befriend the person he is going to steal from. Justin will not steal from his friends, he thinks it is wrong to betray the trust someone has given you and always keeps his word. People he doesn't know however, he has no qualms in taking from.

Justin is almost always smiling, even when facing certain death. His philosophy is "Take life as it comes and then take whatever else you need." He tends to trust easily, putting faith more faith in his friends then they put in themselves. At the few instances where Justin isn't happy, he's pissed. These moments are few and far between but when they do happen, run away. Justin gets extremely violent towards the intent of his rage, be it a phone he was talking into on a normal day or a person who had made his friend cry. He is very protective of his friends and extremely loyal. If his friends are hurt, he will hunt down the perpetrator without mercy.

Justin loves a good fight and will go out of his way to challenge someone he finds interesting. In combat, relies on his instincts more then his brain. Choosing just to jump head first into things instead of thinking up a plan. He is very good at thinking on his feet and has been saved by his ingenuity numerous times in the past. Justin is very concerned about looking cool while he steals stuff. "If somebody see's me, I want them to know it was me!" He is very prone to falling in love which, when paired with his loyalty and natural friendship skills, can ruin entire heists. Despite the fact that he's a world renowned thief, Justin has an extreme fear of tight spaces which is why he prefers to travel by rooftop.


Quirks: Will play with his daggers when nervous, Has a fingernail biting habit.
Likes: Friends, Thieving, Fighting, Spicy food.
Dislikes: Tight spaces, People who betray other's trust, Sweets.

Biography: Justin was born into a very poor family. His mother worked as a whore so they could eat and loved Justin very much while his dad was an alcoholic deadbeat who did nothing but watch the T.V and beat Justin and his mother. On numerous occasions, his dad would bring out a pistol and threaten to shoot the both of them. When Justin turned six, they hadn't the money to send him off to school. The beatings grew more frequent until one night when his father passed out drunk. Justin had seized this opportunity and stabbed his father in the throat while he slept.

After that, his mother got one of her friends to dispose of the body. The years of abuse and murder of his father had left Justin both physically and mentally scarred. He became mute for three years. His mother got a job at a grocery store and slowly but surely, there life began to rise out of the crap pile it had been laying in. After Justin began to talk once more, his mother was finally able to send him off to school. With his natural likeability, he made lots of friends and for once was happy in life. Something he had never felt while his father was alive. For five years after the incident, his family lived in peace. That is until his mother became severely ill and passed away, leaving a twelve year-old Justin alone with no money or food.

The landlord, a fat, putrid, beast of a man who had often used his mother's 'services' when she had sold her body, had never liked Justin and was almost eager to throw him out in the street when he couldn't pay the rent. All of his belongings were repossessed except the clothes on his back and the boy was sent to live in the streets. For six months, Justin slept under an old tree in Central Park and was given food by his mother's old co-workers. He had stopped going to school, he hadn't the money to pay for it, and wished for death.

One day however, he met a kind old man named Arthur. Arthur found Justin's quick thinking to his liking and offered to allow Justin to stay with him. Justin agreed reluctantly, anything was better then sleeping under a tree in disgusting clothes. It turned out that Arthur was quite rich, living in a mansion, and his wife had died ten years ago. Justin grew quite fond of the old man, eventually filling in for the father he had never had. At the age of 15, three years after he had been thrown out of his house, Arthur died of lung cancer. With a little help from his brother, Roman, the families main butler, Nicoli, was able to worm his way into the will and inherit all of Arthur's money. He quickly threw out Justin because he was “An unnecessary cost”. Justin was stuck in the middle of new york again, homeless.


This time however, Justin would not just lay down and die. Using the little money he had saved up, he bought a pack of lock-picks from kids at his school's metal shop and pulled his first heist. He stole fifteen thousand dollars from the safe inside his old house for food expenses and one thousand more for other tools. Soon enough, thieving became a routine for Justin. Pick his way into a house, take stuff and leave. It was simple really. After two years, he had become one of the most renowned thief’s in the city, His red cloak became his symbol, leaving a little card on the table of whoever he stole from. He knew almost everyone in the city and, unfortunately, befriended about 70% of them.

Justin's success was not granted solely for his acrobatics and silent movement. His real skills came in the form of a unique gift that seemed to develop instantly one night. He was able to sense people through the earth or stone or even metal! He could tell if they were walking or standing and even what direction they were going in. It was like having a sixth sense. Justin took this new ability in stride, using it to it's fullest capabilities. He's now as used to using it as he is using his other senses. He also found that he could manipulate stone and earth to his will, though the most he's done is create pillars and holes to escape capture. These manipulations tend to move back into their regular position faster the farther away Justin is. Justin was shocked when he found these new found powers, thinking of them as superpowers. When experimenting with his lock-picks, he found that metal was just as easy to control as stone or dirt. Utilizing this, Justin made himself a pair of daggers to complete his thief costume.

So begins...

Justin Maysharp's Story

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Justin smirked as he easily made his way across the rooftops. The moonlight seemed to bounce off his cape and onto the snow below, giving him an ominous glare. His boots padded lightly across the fresh snow, only leaving a small footprint where other people would have fallen waist deep.

His target tonight was the Pink Puma, a priceless gem that was to be delivered to the Smithsonian the next morning. They said it's beauty was only rivaled by the faeries who had come to Earth five months ago. Seeing how Justin's last encounter with a faerie had been a wild night of no-strings-attached sex, this gem must be pretty damn beautiful.

He did feel a little bad about the job though, Mr. Palmer made the best strudels in the city, but with the money he'd get for the gem, he would buy all of the old man's merchandise to make up for it.

Justin leaped across the frozen rooftops with surprising ease, like a bird flitting from branch to branch. Although, despite his grace, he surely would have slipped and fallen to his death if not for the sticky solution that coated the soles of his boots. It was a mixture of peanut butter, liquid chewing gum and any other sticky substances that were around at the time. Justin gave a small chuckle at his ingenuity and continued on his merry way.

A lone figure hopping across the rooftops caught his attention. The thief's cheeks puffed up with anger. Who was this poser? Obviously someone trying to steal his spotlight. 'Look at the way he hops across the roofs, no elegance at all. I could jump that far with both legs broken.'

After a few hops from his desired path, Justin had a clear view of the wannabe. The black clothes, chains and swirling ball of red said it all. The last time they had met, the vampire and Justin hadn't been on the best terms. Justin had decided to go after a beautiful jewel called the Blood Opal. Of course, it was in the care of this very vamp for safe keeping. Without going into detail, the handsome thief barely escaped with his good looks, life and, most importantly, the gem.

He stuck his tongue out playfully behind the vamp's back threw a snowball and hopped back to his original path. The cold was beginning to nip into his bare arms. He rubbed them briefly to get the blood flowing again. He hated being cold but he hated not looking bad-ass even more. 'I have got to get Agatha to attach some sleeves onto my tunic for me. It's getting way too cold out to show off to the cuties.'

As the edge of the roof came into view, Justin burst into a full blown sprint and launched over the alley below, his fingers just barely catching the lip of his destination. The blonde thief smiled as he flipped himself onto the snow covered roof, the snow crunching under his sudden pressure. The Palmer bakery stood below him, it's sign worn with time. It really was a prime location to have such a store. It was right beside a coffee house and a park that was beautiful even when blanketed by a white sheet of cold. It was often populated by skaters. Justin liked to teach the kids how to skate, it gave him joy to help those smaller then himself.

Nevertheless, now was time for action.

Wrapping the cloak around him, Justin descended the side of the building, the sticky shoes keeping him form falling to his death. With a single motion, his lithe legs balanced precariously on the tiny windowsill. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled his lockpicks from his belt and quickly opened the window. The room was completely dark save for the light from the hallway seeping under the door. As he waited for his eyes to adjust, he heard commotion outside. 'Shit, I must have been spotted! Gotta make this quick!'

Within one minute, the Pink Puma rest in the blonde thief's hand, it's bright surface seemed to radiate like a small sun, even in this dim lighting. He smirked and pocketed the jewel. 'Too easy. Now, to make my escape!'

A minute later, Justin stood on the rooftop he had just climbed down. His light blue globes drifted across the park. It was so peaceful. Frozen tree's, sparkling snow, screaming people.....wait screaming people? A light curse escaped his lips when he beheld the woman who had fallen through the ice, her face hidden behind illustrious blonde hair. “Someone's in trouble!” Without a moment's hesitation, Justin threw himself off the building, plopping down in a huge snowdrift, and raced towards the damsel in distress.

“Why is no one helping!” He yelled at the bystanders. He couldn't believe the selfishness of people! He wrapped his hand around the woman's arm and, as gently as he could, pulled her from the water's grasp. Justin gasped at how cold she was, he was amazed she wasn't dead. The red silk of his cloak was pulled around her while he held her close, hoping to give his body heat to her. “What are you waiting for? Somebody call 911!”

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The snow was absolute.
Complete.
And with it brought silence. Sweet silence that couldn't penetrate the blanket of snow about her body.

The figure couldn't be seen from any angle but straight above, an aerial view of an empty park. She lie among the snow in nothing but a thin silk gown that was weighed down and settled by snow. One could barely see her bare toes in the frost, skin such a color that it blended her visible flesh into her surroundings. The only thing that marked her form was a tidal wave of dark hair, spilling out over the snow. It was jet black, like ink on fresh paper. Snowflakes had settled into the locks, and upon her small blue lips, which barely ghosted out small streams of fog that one might mistakenly assume was her breath. Her so called breaths did nothing more then crackle in the air, colder then the molecules it made to join. Her eyes, the color of glass reflecting ice, didn't blink, instead opting to follow the dance her thin fingers made as she caught snow drifting in the air.
It was impossible; though not to someone like her. Ice streamed off her fingers to keep the snow intact, and slowly, patiently, the small bundle of snow was shaped into a tiny bird, wings outstretched.
Her blue lips stretched into a smile, stroking tenderly over the wings of her creation. The bird was amazingly detailed, every feather outlined, the eyes staring at the woman as though it had a soul.
There was a small crack, and the wings were thrown aside as the pale fingers broke them off.
"♫Hush little birdy don't make a squeak, I don't want to hear a sound from that beak, and if little birdy you want to sing, mommys going to break more then just your wings,♫"

She had decided upon a British accent today. Her pronunciation was especially strict on her 't's' and 'k's'. Her sing-song voice left ice crackling in the air, and as though recognizing the malice of her words, a few nearby live birds, searching for food, hopped a bit away.

"♫And after mommy breaks your legs, if birdy still talks I'll crack your eggs. And birdy better try to keep it's words in check, or mommy's going to have to wring your little neck.♫"

There was another snap and either end of the ice bird, head and body, were discarded to the sides. The figure sat slowly up and every bird in the near proximity took off in a flurried panic.

Yuki sighed and looked after the birds with longing. "I wish I could fly,"
Her giggles rang out in the air as her own wings spread far behind her. Of course, a glamour had been cast, so any wandering humans wouldn't see a thing. She spun in a circle, shaking the loose snow off of herself, tilting her head the gloriously enraged sky.
A new development in the weather for today. A blizzard. How nice. The past few days had been steady, fluffy snow, in many cities including this one. A blizzard was a refreshing change. The wind tore at her clothing, whipping her dress behind her and screaming into her ears as she considered how to occupy herself for the day.

She could continue searching for her beloved King, whom she hadn't heard of outside of signs in the weather. Or, she could even search for the wretched Queen woman.
Like usual though, Yuki would probably end up toying with the pathetic humans.
Oh, what fun they were, with their fleshy skin so vulnerable to cold. Easily torn emotions, so fun to manipulate. Their inability to fly, so... unfortunate when left in a tundra.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a crack. Louder then her ice birds wings or neck, but a sound she recognized, carried through the violent wind.
Oh yes, Yuki was certain. That was ice cracking. A very large amount of ice.
She took to the sky in glee, skillfully navigating the harsh blizzard. She knew where to go; The Bay. The only area that would match the break she'd heard. Ice spoke to her, and she trusted it.
~
There was already a bit of commotion. The beautiful frosting over of the water was laden with spiderwebs of cracks, originating from a point the most humans were gathered around. Farther down, there were a few small holes in the ice. One had a few human girls in distress around it,peering into the hole and yelling for assistance.
Yuki smiled in amusement. She was invisible to human eyes while flying, thanks to glamour, and when she landed near the girls, she was equally invisible. The patch of water in the ice was already looking frigid. No doubt by tomorrow the Bay would look like new. Well, new in terms to when it was frozen, that is.
Yuki simply decided to help the process, cold seeping from her bare feet towards the hole. It began rapidly sealing, and Yuki walked away with their shrieks of protest at her back.
Had there really been no other incidents, other then the one? No other silly humans freezing? Ah, except this next commotion of course.
Yuki blended with the bystanders prior to releasing her glamour, so no one but a young teenager was startled by her appearance. Yuki quickly made sure her human glamour was in place, adding the illusion of long boots and a winter coat. The boy stuttered disbelief and Yuki raised a finger to her lips in a 'Sh' sign, freezing his lips together. Ranged freezing was no problem, as long as it was nothing big.

She shuffled through the small crowd to try and see what was happening, preferring to be close and eavesdrop then fly over head and look. All she could see was a blonde boy, wrapping a cloak around the presumably near-drowned human.
Yuki was met with disappointment that they had already pulled her out. But something else felt off. That she would admit.
Her eyes turned to scan the surrounding area. Her attention was snagged on a small Winter Faerie. Though antisocial, Yuki could sense her own kind.
However, she was more interested in the men standing above him.
Damn IPAF. They were everywhere. International Posse of Annoying Fuckers. No, Yuki didn't like that nickname. The elegancy of human 'curses' was lacking.
She turned back to the crowd, hoping neither of the vile men had noticed anything off about her, or her stare for that matter. She didn't care about the stupid Fae who'd been caught. She'd been able to escape run ins with the IPAF in other cities, under different glamours, and she'd always managed to slip away. It was his own fault.
Mostly, Yuki hoped there weren't any others lurking around, who would be able to discern her. Her glamour skills were strong, but she deffinitly didn't want to get caught.
She watched the blonde boy hug the drowned rat close, complaining that no one had called '911'.

Yuki couldn't help the giggle that pressed forth at those words. She found this 911 so pointless. But she was curious about the one the blonde held, and the off feeling she radiated.
Yuki held out her hand, pushing past the few bystanders to the front. Her hand would show a glamour of a cell phone, really just a small rectangle of ice.
"I'll call," She said shyly, with something akin to an Australian accent. She held the ice to her ear, keeping up her glamours as she moved around the boy, trying to glimpse the victims face.

Yuki's heart nearly stopped, and the air became even more frigid then it had been previously. It was the Queen. She could tell, through some ability she had, for she was Fae, but...
The Queen had no magic. She was... Mortal.
So many thoughts of muurder flashed into Yuki's mind she could hardly hold her glamours. Kill the Queen, and all Fae could stay in this world forever.
She could stay in this world.
Her hand trembled as it held the ice/phone to her ear, the block already slowly shifting into a knife. She hide it by her hair, trying to calm herself. Things wouldn't have to be so dramatic. If she was mortal, pathetic, weak mortal, simple cold would kill her.

"May I see her? I have Red Cross training, for emergencies like this," She cast her eyes down like she was embarrassed, beginning to shyly state the type of problem to her fake phone while glancing timidly up at the boy. Lying through her teeth. Acting. It was what she did best.
And it would serve her well here.

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"Tiggy hates the cold." said a dark skinned girl with alot of curly brown hair that haloed her head. "It makes Tiggy shiver. Tiggy hates to shiver." she said and though she was wrapped in thick trenchcoat, a scarf, a hat, gloves long sleeved shirt underneath, thick jeans and long leather boots, she wrapped her arms around herself. "Oh, Tigs. You'll be fine." said a blond girl, she was one of her 'friends'
Tiggy was a Summer Fae. She hated the cold, as she is of the light. Typically, she'd be hidden away until Spring. Safe in OtherWorld, while the Dark Lord let his Winter ravage the land but not now, She was on a mission. She was to find the Queen. The Light Queen disappeared after the Fae appeared in this realm and The Summer Fae have made it their mission to find her before the Winter Fae does. Tiggy was a reconnaissance specialist. She was good at gathering information. She could just about find out anything about anyone. Unfortunately, that same ability cause her to forget things about herself, even her name, so to help, She speaks in the third person. She emerssed herself in human culture to find out more. So she aquired human friends. Her human friends simply thought she had a mental disfunction and didn't think anything else of her speaking in the third person. If anything, they found it amusing.

"Tiggy doesn't like the cold, Bailey." Tiggy said animately. Bailey laughed. "Look at it, Tigs. It's beautiful. Look at the trees, all covered in snow, the ground too. It's gorgeous." Bailey gasped. Tiggy was not amused. "It looks like death. The trees are dead, the ground is covered in ice and people slip and die. Tiggy doesn't want to slip."
"You won't slip, Tigs." Bailey assured her with hands on her shoulders. Tiggy sighed. She wanted to tell her she could but that would be a lie. For, Tiggy, it was impossible. Since the Arrival, Tiggy was unable to lie. It is not known why. Tiggy had to figure out how to tell only half truths in order to preserve her cover. It was hard and it will remain an unsolved mystery until they find the Light Queen. "Okay,but Tiggy still the cold." She said and Baliey laughed. "Okay but I'm gonna make you like it." She said and they walked toward a frozen pond. It was then that Tiggy heard shouts. Tiggy frowned and Bailey looked. "Should we help? I know CPR?" She told her and Tiggy nodded and they ran toward the sound.

It was a boy and a two girls. One was down and the other was claiming to help. Bailey rushed over and Tiggy stood, watching the blue lipped girl. " Winter Fae..." Tiggy whispered with a deep frown, she looked at the girl. Tiggy nearly gasped. By the Queen... She thought. It was the Queen. Was she mortal? How could that happen. That wasn't important now as there was a Winter Fae here. "Tiggy suggests you leave and make haste as you do so." She said after she approached the Winter Fae. Her voice was low, so low that only the two Fae could hear. How was the Light Queen mortal? Who did this?

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#, as written by Layla
The Queen was half of the world: the stems of which held the leaves, the light that coloured the world, the breaths each human exhaled, the blood that ran through the streams of all, the Sun, the Moon, everything. The world could not exist without Her, just as it could not without Him.

Long ago, a beautiful existence - the embodiment of Light - fell in love with Darkness, They could not be and the Gods warned them of the tragedy that would befall them should they pursue their passions. Light could not be with Darkness without chasing Him away and Darkness could not touch Light without drenching Her in His abyss. They listened not, however, and in the Shadows - where they almost touched, barely touched, somewhat did - they loved.

They defied the Gods and defied their nature, choosing one another above all else. Light and Darkness Created beings of their own, creatures made of their own essences, and named them the Fey. They became what was too wicked for Heaven and too good for Hell, an existence their Creators, too, lived. And so, they became the Light Queen and the Dark King and for what seemed to be too short a time, Light and Darkness lived as one.

Yet, the Dark King craved for more, whilst his lover did not. The Light Queen held on, begged and pleaded for the Dark King to stay, to be content with the haven they'd created for themselves. But the Dark King grew weary of what was and the Unchanging Queen could not change. Not in that way, at least. Not then. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts were formed, one closer to Hell and the other to Heaven, but neither ever close enough. The Queen - not wishing for her love to be alone - gave him a part of her soul and a part of all she was. The Dark King did the same and so the Light Queen treasured the Summer of her King's and the King, her Autumn.

However, the Light Queen could not find happiness in an existence so far removed from her King, her love, her Darkness. Light grew dim, until she was barely Light at all. She wept endlessly in what seemed to be a never-ending existence of tears and still, there were not enough oceans to fill her misery. There was a single Fey, however, the first Fey to ever have been created by Darkness and Light: Praxis Lethe.

He offered his Queen an escape from the torment: he offered her emptiness. Light gladly accepted, allowing for the Spring Fey to drain all of her emotions, all of her pain, until she was but a shell, but nonetheless, a shell without pain. Praxis became the Queen's second, taking all of her emotions so she could be Order, and Order she was. Under her cold rule, the Faerie Realms prospered. Under their emotionless Queen, they lived in balance.

But it was not to last.

The Dark King - in his need for Chaos and more - condemned the Fey to an existence on Earth and the Monarchs, to a life of theft. Light disappeared in the shift from the Faerie Realms to Earth and now the world was in threat of toppling from its fragile balance. Order was gone and now Chaos ruled.

Yet there, in a world shattered in ice, it was difficult to believe the frail - but oh so beautiful - woman had made the world. Was the world. She could not die; for if she did, the world would cease to exist, crumbling upon itself and Unmaking. Yet the Queen shivered, her small body trembling furiously in the unrelenting cold as if it had forgotten it was meant to be capable of melting snow and bringing about life.

Her teeth chattered as the stranger - all strangers - bundled her in his warmth. She didn't know whether to scurry away or to chase the heat that this man emitted. Neither. She would stay still; that was easy enough seeing as she was utterly numb. Her thick lashes fluttered, her lids unsure whether to close, blink or widen. None. She would not move for that was all she knew to do and could do at the present. Forever? Time held no meaning, nothing did, yet it should. A blue as pale as a sky made of clouds creeped into her gaze, fracturing the previous emerald so it looked as if she had broken glass or shattered ice for irises. It was the colour of fear as her heart threatened to rip itself from the veins that held it in place and crack against her ribcage. She felt like a flimsy piece of glass, as if the slightest breath of wind would shatter her to pieces. No, that was the world. The world was to break and she would be caught in the midst of it, as would her children - children? - and... The pounding in her being was fear.

There was someone. Someone who could take the fear away, take it all away. But who? The thought slipped from her mind, spilling from its cup and evaporating before it touched the ground. Amethysts, sapphires and rubies raced across her blue eyes, painting the confusion and chaos she felt so deeply in her gaze. No, she was not meant to be Chaos. Figures seemed to appear in the snow, darkness gathering into one familiar being and - it was gone. She felt as if she'd just been excavated from her mother's womb and she had to fill the silence with her cries but she could not cry. Could not utter a sound or breath and that was when she remembered she had to breathe.

She gasped, drinking in the precious air that the space about her held. Her kaleidoscope eyes darted frantically about, seeing but not seeing strange rectangular structures - giants - and odd, two-legged creatures. Head, check. Two arms, check. Two legs, check. Wings? Colour? They were dull but what were they? What was anything? Where was she? Who was she? The girl pressed her fingers into the side of her head, tugging at her strands of what was cascading snow for hair. Four walls pressed into her skull, threatening to tear it apart. Broken. She was broken and there was someone who could fix her. Had to. Who? Why?

“What are you waiting for? Somebody call 911!” shouted the man who held her. 911? She did not understand. Was that who she was? 911? No, why would he be calling her if she was there? Did that mean she was the spaces between each word? She was . Yes, that made sense. She was empty and she needed to be filled. She knew how. Light pulsed within the hearts of each figure, a blaze as unique as snowflakes. Her lids dropped lower, her pupils dilating as she pressed a cold hand against the chest of the man who held her. His light would fill her, fill the void, fill-

"May I see her? I have Red Cross training, for emergencies like this."

The Empty One raised her head, blinking thrice - precise - at the girl who'd spoken. An image of a mutilated bird made of ice crossed her mind for a brief moment, before disappearing into the abyss which seemed to be her head. Red Cross? What did such crosses symbolise? What did crosses symbolise? Where was the emergency? The language both this woman and the man spoke was strange, foreign, yet she understood it all. But she might as well have not for all the sense that it made. These words were tiring and she wished to sleep for another eternity, for that was what one did when they were weary.

Slept.

"Look up," a voice commanded. The Empty One raised her head, her long hair spilling over her bare shoulder like ivory silk on soft, porcelain skin. The Werelion pointed his gun at the angel, not trusting Zahn or anyone else, for that matter. The girl's eyes did not glow any more than a human's did, although its kaleidoscope appearance was rather unnerving. "Human," Kiser stated as he turned away. Drowning girls were not in his area and not a part of his contract. He would leave human girls to the care of kind old ladies or horrid, sick men - whichever - what did it matter?

The Empty One coughed, her shoulders shifting as she placed her fingers over her throat. Water. This was what one did when water entered their lungs and as if she'd just remembered she'd nearly drowned, the girl coughed furiously, doubling over and trembling in the cold. Stay still be cold numb drowning nothing everything take light empty breathe stop suffocate suffocating.

Iokul.

The name disappeared, as if snatched and soaked into the dark walls of her mind. Her now crystal grey eyes watered, their life dimming as she snatched desperate gasps from the air, before coughing furiously. She didn't know if she was meant to live or die so she settled for the in between, letting her body crumble - or perhaps unwillingly so - onto the ice and her head upon it as she clutched her breast. Breathe. Don't. Her eyes searched the world frantically, her heart throwing itself in all directions and the sounds, voices, noises were too loud. Too much. It was all too much and it would never be enough and she needed him to take it all away. Needed to stop feeling, to stop being anything but what she was meant to be.

She searched for him in the crowds of people - get away, get away, get away - light pulsed in the hearts of the figures around her - her light - and she reached for the woman who'd spoken of red crosses. She would take her light, her essence, her warmth -

Fill the void and silence the darkness.

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The girl's face was more beautiful then anything Justin had laid eyes upon. The Pink Puma paled in comparison to her even when she was shivering like an epileptic and was trying to pull off her best drowned rat impression. Underneath the streetlamps, her hair churned in a silver river, flowing across whatever it touched with a grace unmatchable by any mortal being. Her eyes sparkled like glass pools, staring into the empty space of the void beyond. The cut of her chin, the tone of her skin, the shape of her nose, everything about her was absolutely perfect.

The air was getting colder, he could tell from the slowly declining feeling in his bare arms. Pushing away the urge to take back his nice, warm cloak, Justin held the girl close and rubbed his arms. "May I see her? I have Red Cross training, for emergencies like this,". Justin looked up to see a stunning black haired woman appear from the crowd. Her locks forming a perfect contrast with the frigid snow and her pale skin. His mouth opened to say a hasty thank you when he sensed something...strange. The way her feet touched the ground, the distribution of her weight and the fluidity of her movements, all of them differed from the numerous others in range of his tremor-sense. Of course, everyone was different. Human's tended to slouch to the side they write with, vamps tend to move quicker and were's put a lot of weight on the front of their feet. This girl however, did not show any signs of these defining traits.

Along with his tremor-sense, the air seemed to grow colder the closer this girl came. Of course, it could just be his imagination, a simple trick of the mind. Still, Justin did not trust this girl. The thief shuffled back nervously, holding the girl towards him protectively. “It's alright, I have training myself. If you could, um, just phone, that would be great.” Lifting her off the ice, Justin carried her to the snowbanks beside it and laid the girl down on his cloak, running his hand through her wet, silky hair. 'All right, I've got to help her! Crap, crap! What do I do? Alright, just calm down and remember school. The first thing to do is...check for breathing!' The blonde boy lowered his ear to the girls mouth. Tiny puffs of air brushed against his cheek, just barely there. Nimble fingers gently pulled her chin upwards, opening her airway. 'Crap, what's next. She needs more breath. I guess that means....I'm gonna have to do.....CPR.'

A blush spread over the young thief's cheeks. Is he allowed? He would never even think of kissing someone without their permission of a sign of consent...but, this is to save her life. Slowly, Justin bent over the girl. Her face looked so peaceful, so serene, that he was afraid to disturb it for fear it would break into a thousand pieces. With one hand on her chin to keep the airway open and the other under her head to keep it stable, Justin, ever-so-gently, kissed the girl, blowing life-fueling air into her lungs.

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With a heavy sigh at the sight of multiple people getting involved with none of them seeming to know what to. Azriel leaps off his perch toward the water. If he let this keep going the poor woman would die from ignorance. He landed just short of the water's surface to be sure not to crack the ice below with a sudden increase in weight. The ball of blood moves to his feet suddenly as he steps onto the ice, shifting into a flat wide surface area for each of his steps. He calls out loudly before Justin can kill the helpless girl "Stop Kodomo. CPR is only used to restart the heart and lungs. She is coughing which means her lungs and heart are fine." He sighs heavily shaking his head in disappointment as he walked out over the ice. "For a boy with such quick hands your mind can't keep up." The innuendo was fully intended. His voice had a gentle rumble to it as he spoke, the accent he used was implacable. As if it where a blend of every accent known to man. The word he used earlier was Japanese for kid, one of many languages he spoke rather fluently. A few of the people in the crowd seemed to nod and chuckle at the confused Justin, agreeing with the vampire.

Finally getting to the group on the other side of the ice he gives the dark haired girl a respectful nod before turning back to the child that nearly suffocated a woman trying to catch her breath. He knew full well what Yuki was, but quiet frankly didn't care. He never had any reason to have qualm with the Fae people as a whole and to date had only been hired to kill a select few for various different reason. Nothing personal. "She needs heat, Humans tend to dislike the extreme cold without heavy amounts of clothing which is likely causing her shortness of breath. I would expect you to know this. Wrap her up and hold her close to your chest while we walk, I have a home near by. Two blocks that way. It will be much faster than any ambulance can get here in this snow, especially with the city not fully adapted to deep winter yet. Add onto that our advantage in speed and we should be able to have her treated within the next half hour rather than the multiple hours the ambulance will take to get here then back to a hospital..." He nodded in a direction toward the nearest street to show which direction they should go. He seemed to be choosing his words to specifically point out his lack of need to resort to theft, without pointing it out to the others in the area. The last part of his statement was specifically meant to give the boy a small boost in personal ego. He didn't know Justin well, but he did know the kid was fast and agile for a human and that was at least something.

As he stepped onto the snow bank near Justin the blood beneath his feet flows up his leg and coats his arm underneath his coat in order to keep it invisible. Those onlookers who saw him at a distance before hand would simply believe it was a shadow. He liked to hide this ability from the humans as they never enjoyed being reminded in any way that his kind fed on their blood, a silly need but one that served its purpose. He steps toward the crowd which quickly parts to let the man who seemed to know what he was doing and the injured girl through. He would have carried her himself but he didn't produce heat like human's did. So he would leave it to the space heater with the fast hands.

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Warm lips pressed against hers and the girl briefly melted into the kiss, wrapping her willowy arms around the man and pulling him close. She wondered why Iokul's lips were so warm when they were normally so cold and the thought pulled her from the lovely trance. A warmth emitted from his chest and she ran her hands over him, pressing her palm against his heart. Before she could taste his heat, however, he was pulled away by the words of another.

"Stop, Kodomo. CPR is only used to restart the heart and lungs. She is coughing which means her lungs and heart are fine," the man said. The frozen girl lifted her lips, her lashes so long and curled that they touched her skin as if she'd layered on perfectly applied mascara. Her sultry blue eyes dilated before gold washed into them like ink poured in clear water. Her irises imitated the man's as she tilted her head to the side, observing him with curiosity. The flame in his heart burned differently, as if it were a supernova, as if his soul were eternal. His essence was closer to that of her children than to that of the feeble, mortal flames she saw all around her. Her irises shifted through colours, fading into a deep sunset gold before sinking into a neon yellow, eventually settling for a molten gold with flecks of green. Still, she could not recreate his eyes.

"I ask that you abandon your attire," she said. Her voice was quiet, yet it seemed to echo against mountains miles away and carry over space and time. Her voice was breathless, as if made from the sweetest nectars, like pollen flying through the air. Her voice was the song of love, of home, wholeness and perfection. She sounded to be everything, yet her voice seemed to be as impossible to hold onto as it was heartbreaking to hear. Whatever she said, whatever she did, was a work of art. "He has painted Winter," she stated, gazing up at the sky with its tennis balls of snow descending. The Queen's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the strong winds skittered around her, as if fearful of what she might do should they touch her without her consent. She was rather cold and the wet, near transparent robes that clung to her hourglass figure were unsurprisingly, not very warm. The High Queen's head lowered slowly, her unblinking gaze fixing on the Winter Fey that was Yuki. Order moved as if time held no meaning - which it didn't - and she controlled the very clocks of the world. Which she did.

"I see you, child. Your thoughts are as loud as a mad beast's bark and somehow, exceedingly more irritating." Order paused. "You are easily Unmade." Her eyes traced the line in which the Winter Fey had blown her icy kiss towards her Summer Fey, Tiggy. The Queen blinked, as close to acknowledgement as she ever got.

Just then, the Queen abruptly jerked her head to the side as if she'd just been slapped with vice. An icy stillness filled her. The moment of clarity was gone, replaced by the dimness in her eyes as if she were seeing the world through tinted glass. The girl took a frightened stepped back, clutching the red silk cape around her. She took another step backwards and ran.

She ran through the city with its sprawling skyscrapers and bustling humans. Where she ran, the world seemed to slow as people stopped and stared at the perfect creature racing through them. She was a flurry of white as her long white hair was tossed about, shining and mixing into the deep red of her cape. The only points of colour on her face was the deep crimson of her lips, distinctly outlining the dip of her cupid's bow and the shattered glass of her eyes.

Neon lights yelled at her and she flinched away, unfamiliar with the artificial lights that were not made by her. Car horns tore through the air as cars screeched to a stop to prevent themselves from slamming into the model/ghost/angel. The pale girl jumped, stumbling backwards as she lifted her arm to shield herself from the blinding headlights of the horizontally challenged unicorns. She quickly turned and ran from the unicorns that wished to kill her, her bare feet creating no sound as they barely touched the pavements. She ran until she found a secluded alley, where she leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Despite the marathon she'd participated in, her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she pressed her forehead to her knees. Her locks of hair were straight at the top, slowly forming into large waves and fading into perfect curls by the time they reached her hips. The girl clutched the red cloth around her, shivering against the cold.

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"Bad day?" Kiser asked Anastasia as he leaned against the doorframe. "Wait, no, don't answer that. Good days don't happen for pessimists," he said with a smirk, pushing away from the wall and walking towards the IPAF leader. He loomed over her, being 6'3", a fact of which he was very proud of. Kiser stood closer to her than he needed to, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was beautiful, and very, very sexy.

"Ana," he whispered against her ear, bending slightly to be closer to her lips. "I caught another Fey today. Type 4. He's in the holding room and speaking of rooms, I just moved into my new apartment. It has a very, very nice master bedroom," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing, pulling away from his dearest Anastasia.

"Something I'm not happy about," he began, raising a thick brow. "Is Chris. Remind me again why I have to deal with that idiot?" Chris was a new member of IPAF and his 'authorities' had insisted he be Chris' tour guide and mentor until he could be entrusted with IPAF's secrets and responsibilities. Chris was an idiot. Kiser raked his eyes over Anastasia's body, smiling slightly. He was not normally this flirtatious but pomegranate juice did that to him, as did Anastasia. Just as abruptly as he'd entered the room, his attitude changed. "Get me off the assignment," he growled with a scowl, folding his muscular arms over his chest, the lion's head tattoo over his bicep flexing as he did. "Chris is a kid."

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The second Yuki tried to lean on Azriel she felt a blunt object slams into her diaphragm. It was a motion that was made so quickly that it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. She wouldn't be able to tell if it was an elbow that hit her or something else, regardless it would keep her at a distance. He made no motion to attack her simply turned the constant scowl that was his face toward her before speaking coldly "I don't know you Fae woman and don't wish too... And no you may not join us." His tone had not changed, but one could feel anger in his voice. He had never been one to like people touching him in any manner by anyone. So when this fae girl decided they where some how close enough for physical contact. She was lucky he didn't decide to gut her there in the street. He had the means and the ability, the only thing stopping him was the large group of humans in the area. He had no intention of causing a stampede, however the moment he said the word Fae the people around them started to rush away from Yuki. A select few brave people decided to stay where they stood, it was unclear if they meant to hurt the Fae girl. He had only used the term because she saw fit to remind everyone he was a Vampire, it was only a fair trade to let them all know she was a Faery.

He turns when he hears the girl speak seeing her take the man's cloak then seemingly have a break down. He sighs lightly as the boy loses his grip on the light girl. "And now I have to hunt... how annoying." He leans forward and his body blurs slightly as he takes off toward one of the near by sky scrapers running along the flat surface of the outside walls of the massive buildings. The blood on his arm had moved to his feet, creating small spikes that dug into the walls as he ran horizontally along the buildings. The girl had already disappeared into the masses by the time anyone had a chance to react, luckily he could feel her blood pumping and was following her by heart beat instead of sight. He moved so quickly along the buildings that a human would have to be staring at the exact spot he crossed simply to catch a glimpse of him, following him with their eyes would be impossible. It would give him the appearance of teleporting to any onlooking human, reappearing whenever he slowed down enough for their eyes to catch him. It wouldn't take him long to find his prey, especially with her hear pounding so loudly on his radar. She seemed to be in shock, which he attributed to having just emerged from ice cold water. This would at least help warm her up.

Coming upon the alley she had taken as a safe place he made sure his entrance into the alley went unnoticed by staying stuck to a wall high above her. He simply observed for a moment to gauge her mental state before he moved around to one of the regular entrances. In his observation he had noticed the alley was a dead end. So he walked in from the street side, for two reasons. One it would seem more normal for him to not appear out of nowhere, and Two he wanted to be sure he would at least have a few moments to speak to her before she ran off again. It would be unfortunate if she ended up killing herself with cold simply because she had panic'ed. This strategy brought to mind why he was helping her, he really at this point didn't know. Usually he would simply let humans live and die as they pleased, only ending those he was hired to. Something was off in this case though, for some reason he felt compelled to help. It would require further thought later on.

He steps lightly into the entrance of the alley, moving in only a few steps before leaning on the opposite wall from her. This put a lot of distance between them so she would hopefully feel a bit safer, it also allowed the lights from the street to hit him so she could see him well. The blood on his feet had moved up to his leg where it couldn't be seen under his pants. He waited a long moment to let her notice him on her own, sitting quietly without making any move toward or away from her. He seemed to be staring at the wall opposite him instead of looking at her. He closed his eyes a few times even as if resting slightly. He didn't seem to have any intention of forcing her to do anything. After a long moment he leans forward and takes his long jacket off, revealing the bandages and leather belts that covered his arms. He folds it up a bit before holding it out toward her but still not looking at her "You can wear this if you want... Its probably a bit warmer than those strips of cloth." He was referring both to the cloak and the dress that proved useless when wet. "There is heat in these buildings, I actually live in this one." He reached up his other hand and knocked on the cement of the apartment building he leaned on. In her panic she had ran a long way but had circled on accident and come back a bit, ending up two blocks from where she had originally been. His tone sounded bored but some how still caring. It seemed he wanted to help but had no interest in weather she accepted his help or not so it truly was her choice.

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At the sound of Azriel's voice, Justin pulled himself away from the woman, the CPR had unintentionally become more of a kiss then a medical procedure. A small crack came from his neck as he turned to see who would interrupt him as he was trying to save this woman's life! He scowled almost immediately 'Why? Why does it have to be him?' A small shiver ran up the blonde's spine as he remembered their last encounter.
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The wind was particularly strong tonight, much to Justin's discomfort. While his outfit was excellent at allowing him mobility and freedom, the cold breeze slipped right through the fabric. The thief shook his arms to get the blood flowing, who knows when they could come in handy. The only trace of his being was the faint footprints he left on the thin snow covering the roofs. A flock of birds, what species Justin couldn’t tell, erupted from underneath him as he vaulted over a low chimney onto the next building. With a few waves of his hand, the birds departed in a flurry of feathers. A small cut had appeared on his right thigh but it wasn't much of an issue.

As he reached the end of the building, Justin skidded to a stop, almost falling off the edge. Earlier that day, the construction company had destroyed his only way into the mansion in which the Blood Opal lay. Justin cursed, pressed his hand to his chin, and began to think. 'Dammit, that was my only way in. How can I get there now?' His eyes drifted down to the cobblestone sidewalk that was common in this part of town, it's individual stones reflecting a multitude of colors in the moonlight. The blonde thief grinned. He was a genius.

With a snap of his fingers, pieces of the sidewalk began to vibrate, emitting a low grinding sound. The sound intensified as four large pillars began to erupt from the ground, making a straight line towards the mansion. A wave of fatigue washed over Justin. Using these powers always took a lot out of him, though this time wasn't as bad as the last. Who knows? Maybe he's finally getting used to these new powers. He quickly hopped across the four platforms and released the flow of energy, causing the pillars to sink back into the ground. The only thing blocking him from the gem was the electronic locks on these windows. 'Feh, you'd think they'd upgrade their security. These locks are almost three years old!' He fetched a small brown box from his belt and attached it to the lock. The box blinked red once...twice...three times and....presto! With a small green flash, the window sprung open.

Once assured by his tremor-sense that no one was nearby, Justin pressed the other device attached to his belt. The camera blocker clicked and went to work, creating a small magnetic field around the thief. This would make it so any camera's he came upon would only catch a small disturbance in the air. As Justin made his way through the manor, he was amazed that someone could hang so many ugly paintings and photo's of themselves. The walls were literally covered in portraits of the mansions horrible owner. Eventually, the thief found his way to the parlor. Again, tremor-sense picked up nothing.

The parlor was a large circular room that was, like the rest of the house, covered in portraits. Seriously, how many does this guy have? Numerous chairs were spread out in front of the fireplace at that rested at the far end of the room. Right in the center of the room however, sat his prize. The Blood Opal was a deep green, covered in speckles of dark red. The flames bounced off it's surface, creating a myriad of colors much like a prism would. Justin smirked and strode towards the jewel. Maybe he'd give the money from this one to the girl on the street. That way she could finally buy a house to live in instead of crouching in that dirty alley.

Suddenly, a sharp pain sprouted from his right cheek. He gasped in surprise and touched his new laceration. Warm blood coated his fingertips. A crimson arrow buried itself in the chair closest to him with a resounding thunk, quickly melting into a small red puddle on the cushion. 'What? Tremor-sense didn't-' Another arrow flew towards it's target, whistling through the air at alarming speed. Allowing his instinct to take over, Justin dove behind the display case, the projectile missing his ear by a fraction of a centimeter and shattering the glass around the priceless gem. In less then a second, twin daggers filled the rogue's hands. He turned to face his assailant.

Azriel hung from the rafters of the parlor, his black hair pulled in front of his face by the force of gravity. Chains covered his dark clothes, giving him the look of a spirit sent from hell. The ball of blood swirling around him didn't do much to compliment his appearance. “Huh, I wasn't expecting a vamp bodyguard. This is getting interesting.” The vampire answered with a flurry of knives from the ball of bodily fluids. The thief's grin returned. This certainly was interesting. His daggers flashed as the bloody weapons bounced off the cool steel, melting upon impact. Two of them managed to bypass his guard however, opening two cuts on his right arm. Justin swore he could see a small smile on the vampire's lips. “I wasn't expecting you to be able to block my attack. This is going to be very interesting indeed.”

The assassin gracefully fell off the wall, the ball turning into a scarlet hand-and-a-half sword, and launched himself towards Justin. He barely had time to cross his knives to absorb the impact. The thief jumped backwards and skillfully hopped up the wall onto the rafters, keeping one eye on his opponent, the other on the Opal. 'All right, if I can just get to the gem, I can get out of he-' His thought was cut short by a sudden flash of red as the vamp brought his sword down above him. 'When did he-?!' Justin lurched to the side, the sword cutting through the rafter like butter. 'Shit, I'm no match for him. This guy's way too strong. I've got to escape now!'

Using all of his speed, the thief scooped the gem off the floor and plunged through the window, three floors above the ground. He snapped his fingers just as the vamp's head poked through the window. Justin smiled and gave him a quick salute. “Better luck next time!”. The ground opened, plunging him into the sewers below. The water splashed around him as he hit the waves, sending little hunks of fecal matter and god knows what else into the air around him. He ebbed the flow of energy, allowing the hole to close. The last he saw of the vampire, he was standing on the third floor smiling.

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Yet here he was, helping him save this woman's life. Maybe he wasn't as bad as Justin had initially thought. The woman in his arms began to stand up on her own. Justin smiled, maybe she was alright after all!

Then she began to run away.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He cried after the woman as he ran after her. She was going to die if she didn't get medical attention! "And now I have to hunt... how annoying." Justin frowned, “What do you mean by hunt? Don't you hurt her!” He started to run after them but quickly lost them in the crowd. He kicked at the snow in frustration. “That was my favorite cloak!” A puff of breath was visible in the frigid air. Even though he didn't trust the vampire, Justin was sure he wouldn't attack the girl surrounded by this many people. In fact, for some odd reason, he trusted him to keep her safe. The thief returned to the black haired fae, her weird tremor-sense readings making perfect sense now. Justin had nothing against the fae, in fact , he quite enjoyed them. Not only were they exceptionally beautiful, they always brought something new and exiting to the bedroom. He rested his arm around her shoulders and smiled. “Don't worry, he'll take care of her. Want to grab something to eat?”

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Yuki hopped away as the vampire rejected her, through a jab to her side and rather harsh words.
"I don't know you Fae woman and don't wish too... And no you may not join us."

The raven haired girl pouted slightly,sticking her tongue out at the vampire. "You're no fun." Also, what was with him bringing up her race? It was a bit annoying. She had mentioned his, but then again, most of the human population wasn't out to kill his kind, now were they?
She glared at the few passer-bys who had taken an interest in the announcement, daring them to try something, and most quickly kept walking. Stupid humans. Stupid vampires as well, while she was hating on races. Was this world really so corrupt, to the point where it damaged and changed the minds of all inhabitants? It certainly seemed that way. Most were so cold and uncaring, so self absorbed and deluded by what they thought kindness was.

Yuki had seen kindness. The Fae realm was a magical place after all. The air itself radiated beauty, the entire being of the realm radiated harmony, where everything managed to coexist in a delightful compression of chaos, into order. Where all Fae used to live, and no matter the resentment between any kind, nothing could ever happen that matched a simple day in humans cruelty.

Well, in Yuki's opinion anyway. And that was why she loved Earth.

The vampire and the human boy had both begun to run after the drowned-rat. Why? Yuki didn't see the point. She wasn't he Queen- That much was obvious. It had been naught but a mistake, surprise at a mortal nearly matching beauty of a Fae. She would cleanly freeze to death if they didn't interfere. Silly, silly beings. The Winter Fae grieved to think what her mind might become, lest she let herself become to involved with the humans. For now of course, she was content with her own purposes. She would linger wherever she liked, do what she liked. Even if that be just standing in the snow.

The wind was particularly welcoming. It carried with it a bitter cold, that sunk into her skin like another would enjoy a warm fire. She felt it's breathe caress her, and sighed pleasantly, flinching slightly when a cursed portion of warmth struck her shoulders. She almost felt the crackle as the hot made contact with her flesh, so cold it was past the point of frozen. She tilted her head to look at the human, who, despite the vampires declaration, didn't seem inclined to kill her. Or even avoid her. Actually, he seemed to be asking her on some sort of outing.

"Don't worry, he'll take care of her. Want to grab something to eat?”

Yuki ignored him, dropping some of her glamour. She had almost forgotten she had one crafted around her. Though it was relatively effortless, better to save the energy. She kept her wings glamoured, and continued the pretense of her human form. However, the fake clothes disappeared in a blink, leaving her once more in her white gown and bare feet. Who cared. The human she was with would offer slight protection against anyone who wished her harm, if not much. And, she'd managed to escape before, though, it resulted in having to make up a new glamour form, which was annoying. She quite liked this one. It was much like her true form, if exceedingly duller.

She turned her head to give the human a small smile. She didn't care if the vampire took care of the girl or not. He could drain her body for all Yuki cared. She was more concerned with finding the Queen. She had to be somewhere in the Earth realm. Just, where?
Though of course, her Lord the King didn't seem to have any pressing matters she needed to be involved in. This would be a fun distraction. She wondered how much cold this man could stand.

She reached up and entwined their fingers where his arm hung over her shoulders. Cold crept up his fingers, as she smiled sweetly, as if she didn't know what she was doing.

"Oh, sure," She said with a giggle, eyes following the other people on the road.So easy to chill under their silly jackets. "What do you think about a picnic?"

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Elena J. D'Angelo


Elena cursed softly under her breath as she slipped and nearly fell - again. Once again, she wondered if she'd be better off leaving and staying at home with a cup of hot chocolate, and postponing her date with Steven for another day. Despite the fact that Elena usually had total control over her movements, ice skating was not one of the activities she enjoyed.

Elena gave up and started to move towards the nearest bank. Without warning, she heard a soft crinkling sound, and froze. Cracks radiated from the ice, one zigzagging right under Elena's feet. Her first instinct was to step back, but she remembered that she was wearing skates, and didn't move. Though frightened, she stayed still, and surveyed the ice under her to see if she could make it out safely.

The ice exploded underneath her feet and a figure erupted from beneath the ice. Elena, however, didn't see the figure - she was busy trying to help herself. The crack underneath her had broken apart, and despite her best efforts to get away from the freezing water, Elena had fallen in.

She scrabbled madly for the surface, feeling her clothes drag her down with all the weight the frigid water had caused. The people around her hadn't even noticed - they were busy staring off at something else.

Thankfully, Elena was near the bank. After another minute of desperate struggling, Elena managed to grab solid ground and heave herself up, gasping for breath and coughing water out of her aching lungs. Kneeling with her palms pressed flat against the ground, Elena thanked the gods for her survival.

She noticed that she'd lost her MP3 to the river, but that was the least of her worries right now. Luckily, she'd left her precious manuscripts at home. If she hadn't... Elena shuddered to think what might have happened to her beautiful manuscripts.

Once she'd gotten her breath back, she sat down and rubbed a hand over her face. She was freezing, and knew she'd have to get somewhere warm soon if she didn't want hypothermia. At this rate, she'd probably already gotten a cold, judging by the sneezes erupting out of her at intervals. Blinking, she realised she'd lost her contact lenses too, so her eyes had returned from a cat's-eye green back to her normal brown. She hadn't had much makeup, so she looked fine - other than the fact that she was dripping wet, of course.

The ruckus around her had died down, Elena saw. She pulled her damned skates off, locating her boots and bag a few metres behind her. Lacing her shoes up, she straightened, only to find a pair of very familiar blue eyes that belonged to Steven, her boyfriend who was supposed to meet her.

A shock that had nothing to do with the water she'd just pulled herself out of ran through Elena. Steven had his arm around another girl's shoulders. Under any normal circumstances, Elena would've thought that dependable Steven was just supporting her - but the girl had her arms around his waist.

The moment Steven's eyes met hers, he broke the gaze with a guilty look. That was all Elena needed.

She marched up to him. "Look, Elena, I can explain..." Steven started uneasily. "There's nothing to explain. Have a nice life," Elena positively spat at him. "And one more thing." She yanked the promise ring he'd given her a week ago and threw it at him. "Screw you, Steven."

Whirling around, Elena strode away, trying in vain to brush away the angry tears that streamed down her cheeks. Unfortunately, the tears blinded her, and she walked straight into another couple, more specifically the brown-haired boy that had his arm slung around a girl who was obviously smirking under that blindingly bright smile.

The collision caused Elena to drop her bag. As her bag burst open, her belongings fell out and scattered themselves. "Damn the clasp," Elena muttered as she bent down to pick up her stuff, still wiping at her tear stained cheeks.

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Justin smiled at the beautiful black haired woman that stood beside him. She looked innocent and pure, like fresh snow. Her skin color seemed to match this observation. In fact, now that he noticed, she was showing a lot more skin then before. What had been clothing made to withstand the most biting cold was now reduced to a thin, glowing, white dress that hung gracefully past her knees. A tiny spot of crimson sprouted on his nose, tiny enough that anybody who saw it would think it was merely from the cold and not increased blood flow to his masculinity.

As her lithe fingers rested upon his arm, a chill began to creep its way into his flesh. It started from her fingers and slowly spread through his being. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling but an uncomfortable one. It was if she was leeching the heat from his body into the air around him. Still, he didn't want to offend her and kept his mouth shut on the matter.

"What do you think about a picnic?" Justin laughed and rubbed the arm she was holding. The cold was becoming stronger with every passing second but Justin didn't mind. She probably couldn't control it anyways. “It's a little cold for a picnic.” He flashed her another smile. “Although, from the way your dressed, you don't seem to mind.” Images of restaurant's flashed through his mind. 'Not Ulysses, much to expensive for a first date. Mcdonalds? This girl deserves much better then fast food! Hmmmm, how about-'

In a single moment, Justin's train of thought was derailed, caught on flames and plunged into the ocean as a sudden force hit his chest and knocked Yuki's hand from his own. The chill seemed to disperse from Justin's hand almost immediately, sending a wave of pain through his fingers as they filled with warmth once more. He looked down irritated at the interloper.

The thief's features softened almost instantly when he beheld the girl below him. The first thing he noticed however, was not the fact that she was soaking wet, nor the fact that she was collecting fallen items.

The thing Justin noticed above all others was that she was crying.

He smiled warmly at the girl and bent down to help her pick up her things. “Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” For the first time, Justin got a good look at the girl. Her deep brown hair was styled in a pixie-cut, something Justin was rather fond of. Her eyes shone a deep hazel, a very welcome contrast to the white that coated everything in sight. For reasons he couldn't explain, Justin loved that color.

Moving his eyes further down her body, only now did Justin see that the girl was, in fact, soaking wet. “Oh my god! Your soaked! Here, you've gotta keep warm!” Without a moment's notice, Justin stripped off his tunic and laid it upon her shoulders, his naked chest now fully exposed to the cold. Not that he cared. “Alright, we have to get you into some dry clothes or you'll freeze! My house is just a few blocks away. You can use my clothes until your feeling better.” The thief smiled again, as if he thought his smiles would give her new clothes, a blanket and a cup of coffee.

With a quick turn, attention was back on Yuki. A small twinge of guilt touched his heartstrings. He had promised her a date but something had just sprung up. “Sorry doll, looks like I've got some more pressing matters to attend to. Let's try again tomorrow, shall we? Same place same time? Perfect!" He clapped his hands, not waiting for an answer. With a few flicks of his wrist, the girl's bag was swung around his shoulder.


For the umpteenth time that night, Justin smiled, scooping up the wet girl into his arms. The girl was much colder then Justin had previously thought, though this could be because of his bare chest. She was breathing in controlled but ragged breaths. He didn't have much time before she began to pass out from hypothermia, or at least, that's what he thought.

To anyone else, this would be a very weird scene to watch. An already under-dressed man take of his shirt, give it to a girl, pick up that same girl and start running as fast as Usain Bolt down the street. However, Justin doesn't have these thoughts. Nothing is 'weird' to him. So the previously mentioned fact never occurred to him. The only sounds he heard were his own breathing and the heartbeat of the girl he carried so gently in his arms.

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Character Portrait: Leau Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Justin Maysharp Character Portrait: Alistair D. James Character Portrait: Elena J. D'Angelo
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Elena J. D'Angelo


Elena wasn't paying attention to the couple she'd knocked into - she was focusing instead on her scattered belongings, which was why she jumped violently when the boy bent down to help her. "Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going." Instantly, Elena was remorseful for not apologising to him. "No, it was my fault, I'm sorry," she tried to tell him, but by then he was already picking up her things, his long fingers curling around her notebook in which she scribbled her ideas and placing it inside her bag.

"Oh my god! You're soaked! Here, you've gotta keep warm!" Elena looked up, alarmed. She was about to reject his help, but before she could do so, something warm was draped around her shoulders. Her eyes raked over the boy, taking in his appearance. Tall and handsome, his cheeky smile definitely helped rope in the girls, Elena thought. In an instant, Elena also saw what he'd put over her - his shirt.

In this weather, Elena was sure he shouldn't be bare-chested, even if she was soaking. But it felt so good - warmth from the cold was definitely welcome, and the shirt was nice and warm. "Alright, we have to get you into some dry clothes or you'll freeze! My house is just a few blocks away. You can use my clothes until you're feeling better."

"Wait, what? Hold on a minute - " Before she knew it, Elena's bag was swung on the boy's shoulder, and he had scooped her up into his arms. Gasping, she tried to push him away, but he was holding on tight to her - there was no escape. Elena was, to say the least, shocked - this boy was nicer than she'd given him credit for.

Swaying dangerously above the ground, Elena reached out and grasped his shoulders tightly. The gesture was involuntary, of course - moving at such a speed, suspended above the ground, held up by only the boy's sinewy arms - Elena was terrified. Add to that the shock at the boy's gesture and she probably could have been knocked over by a feather.

Despite the shirt draped around her shoulders, Elena was still freezing. She shivered violently, her teeth chattering. Reaching back, she pulled the shirt closer around her, cherishing its warmth, even if it was only around her shoulders. Her breaths ragged, mist erupted from her lips every time she exhaled. She tried to control her breathing, stop herself from fading out. Hypothermia was dangerous, she knew. What would Alistair say if he found out what had happened?

Finally, the boy reached what Elena could only presume was his house. He pushed open the door and set Elena down. Still shivering, Elena rubbed her frozen hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself. Finally, her teeth stopped chattering enough for her to speak.

"Thank you."



Alistair D. James


Alistair had been lounging in the study reading a book, when Kiser's voice came through the earpiece. "Meet us in the IPAF headquarters. Ana's big bad office." "Roger that," Alistair replied easily. He sprang out of his chair, surprisingly lithe. As he was already dressed in his trademark blue suit, there was no time wasted on preparation.

After leaving a note for Elena on the dining table, Alistair raced downstairs and hopped into his black Ford Focus and drove straight to the entrance of the headquarters, pausing only to allow the scanner to scan his palm and eyes.

Moments later, he strode into Anastasia's office where the rest of the crew were. "What's happened?" he offered by way of greeting.

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You never know how much you loved something until it's gone. Human's don't appreciate the full extent of what they possess until it has left their grasp. Most people feel this way over a past relationship or a lost job.

Justin missed his cloak.

That cloak had gotten the thief through the hardest times of his adult life. Hiding his face, making him look badass and, most importantly, stopping the wind and cold. With that marvelous piece of crimson fabric, Justin could run as fast as he wanted without getting chilly even on the coldest nights. Well, coldest nights before the humongous snowfall. Now the frost bit into his shoulders and the strong breeze cut his flesh, turning it from pale white to blistering red. Of course, even if he had his cloak, he would give it to the girl in his arms. She must be at least twice as cold as he was.

The girl's tiny fingers had began to draw blood from how hard they sunk into his skin, at least, Justin thought they had. It was hard to tell with a numb back. She had begun to shiver uncontrollably, her breath coming in more ragged gasps then before. 'Shit, don't have much time.' The corners began to blur together as Justin raced through the narrow alleys. Like every time he traveled through them, the walls began to close, though this time they moved slower then normal. Forcing the claustrophobia to the back of his mind, the duo exited the labyrinth of houses through Mrs. Gauchelli's backyard.

Mrs. Gauchelli was an avid gardener even in the winter. Numerous greenhouses dotted her yard, each full of a different type of fruit or vegetable. If it was any other time, Justin would have helped himself to one of the many apples that filled greenhouse 1-C. However, there was a bigger problem to deal with. With little ease, Justin hopped over the fence dividing his neighbor's lawn and his own. While Mrs. Gauchelli's yard is full of different species of plants, the young thief's yard only contained one. A huge oak tree that grew over top of his other neighbor, Mr. Paulson's, house. A single swing swung in the breeze, awaiting for a child to rest their bottom on it's snow-covered planks.

With a swift kick, Justin opened the door. He gently placed the girl on the couch, smiled, and began to travel down the hallway to grab her some clothes and a towel. “Thank you.” Justin turned back and grinned. “There's no need to thank me, I just did what any person would do in this situation. The fact that your cute was just a bonus.” His tongue stuck out playfully as he turned back down the hallway.

The hallway was bare except for a trophy case, it's protective glass creating a barrier between the jewels it contained and the rest of the world. Only the most beautiful and interesting thing's he'd stolen gained a place in his cabinet. The Blood Opal, Dormin's medallion, an exact replica of the Master Sword from The Legend of Zelda series and, soon, the Pink Puma.

Passing this, he entered his room. The soothing pink walls were complemented nicely with dark purple blankets and bed sheets. After grabbing suitable clothing from his closet, for both himself and her, the blankets from his bed were wrenched over his shoulder, the smell of lavender accompanied them. Carrying his load, Justin strode back into the living room, flicking on the electric fireplace as he did so. The room was soon filled with a comfortable warmth, sending a flash of pain through his body when his blood began to move.

Dumping his load on the couch beside her, Justin handed the girl the change of clothes and pointed down the hallway. “Bathrooms that way. Of course, if you wanted to change in the nice, warm, cozy, living room, I wouldn't mind at all.” A grin spread across his face was covered with a thick blanket. “See? No peeking.”

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Azriel De'mourn



Azriel finished the meal just about the time the girl decided to wander off again, this time wearing nothing but his shirt... how odd. He looked down at the meal he had prepared and sighed lightly leaving it on the kitchen counter. He had no time to properly store it and he couldn't eat it, so it would have to be cleaned up when he manages to wrangle the girl to safety again, honestly he was beginning to question his sanity with how far he was going to keep her safe. On his way out he grabs one of his jackets, knowing the girl had already forgotten about the cold. She seemed to be forgetting things constantly at this point which pointed toward some form of brain damage, if she kept up like this he would have to take her to a hospital to make sure she wasn't brain scrambled. Not knowing what things are or mean is normal. Forgetting things you have just learned on a regular basis however was a whole other ball game. He wouldn't be surprised to find a fracture in her skull somewhere. Before he even hit the door, his cell was in his hand and a text message was sent. He returned it before he exited so as to not further confuse the girl, cell phones could wait for another day.

He took the time to lock his door before he followed her down the stairs, having missed the interaction between her and the random girl from the building. As she turned to ask about the cat calls he shook his head lightly "Disgusting and poor attempts at a creative way to attract a mate. Dairy Queen and Burger King are food establishments. Another poor attempt to be creative while attracting a mate. Also they believe by calling you 'baby' you will feel some familiarity to them and improve their chances of attracting you.... To be honest I'm not sure how that one started..." Just then a black car pulled up next to them on the street, despite them having walked a ways already the man inside seemed to know how to find them. It parked just next to them before the man got out and walked around the car to Azriel, handed him the keys and accepted a rather generous tip from the vampire before running back toward the building they had just come from. He turned to usher the girl into the car when she began to fall.

Something in his stomach turned. It felt as if his last love was being ripped from him again, but vague and blurred somewhere deep in the back of his mind where he couldn't pull it up for study. The feeling made him move however as his body seemed to disappear to the humans around him, it reappeared with his arms under the girl, having caught her well before she hit the ground "Are you okay my...." He caught himself before he spoke the last word, what was he going to call her? Queen? Love? Neither made sense.... why would he do that? It seemed almost as if a reflex but he had never met this girl in his life before this. His emotions where getting the best of him and he needed to get them under control. He stood lifting the girl and setting her in the passenger seat "You are weak, and need food. Afterword I will take you to Forever 21, it is a place that sells cloths. Please be patient. It will take time for you to remember everything." His voice held a large amount of concern for the girl as he took to buckling her seat belt for her "This will keep you from sliding around while we drive, you may take it off with this button." He directs her attention to the little red button that would release the belt. With another flash of speed he closed the door and was in the drivers seat of the car. Heat poured from the dash of the vehicle as he began driving "What would you like to eat?" He figured she might reflexively know what she was hungry for. He would be sure to get fast food as she didn't seem to have much in the way for patience.

In the back of his mind Azriel was now battling himself, he couldn't figure out why he would have called her queen or love. Yes there was the poorly made pick up line that called her queen but before that he had no reason to address her that way. Adding that to the fact that she acted like royalty sporadically and you come up with something being very wrong. Azriel couldn't puzzle it out, a fact that bothered him to no end. Who was this girl?



Jenson Xion




With no one paying attention to the curious trouble maker, Jenson did what anyone would do when left in their boss' office with no one to watch him. He started going through her stuff. First through her desk, mumbling lightly to himself "Bill...memo....gun...OOO Candy!" He popped a piece of the sugary goodness in his mouth before he closed the drawer and turned to look about the room. He went to open the filing cabinet and found it to be locked. He made a mental note to come back to it when he had more time to pick the lock. He sighed lightly as he moved over to a small book shelf and started to flip through the titles "Manual...Manual... Dictionary... Sex book?" He picked it up an flipped through the pages quickly "Nope, manual." He placed it back and stood back up looking at the sparse room, he had the feeling it had to hide some form of secret. His eyes returned to the locked cabinet, glaring at it as if he would unlock it with his mind. Being the mischief maker he was, he had a set of lock picks in his pocket. He also knew another of the IPAF was in the other room bandaging up a broken hand and he wouldn't have time to unlock it without getting caught. So naturally he did what any ADHD fifteen year old would do. He went and got more candy from the drawer.

To pass the time he started to flip through his different visual settings and looking around the room, as if he would discover some hidden secret to this box of a room. It seemed to bother him greatly that this woman who was practically demanding more knowledge didn't have much of anything in her room. Maybe her people didn't talk to her because she was so cold and shut off. He munched on another piece of chocolate and slide himself up onto the boss lady's desk. One of his hands reached into a side pocket on his pants and pull out a rolled up cloth. He unrolled it in his lap then reaches for one of his pistols. Within seconds the heavily modified weapon was stripped down to its bare parts. He then looked at the parts closely as if trying to decide if they needed cleaning or if it would simply fall under excessive maintenance. Finally deciding they where clean enough, his hands glide over the parts to produce a hand gun again and return it to its holster before repeating the process with his other weapon. Unfortunately for him they where both clean enough that any maintenance would simply cause microscopic damage that would reduce the life span of the weapons. With his weapons fully reassembled he would start surfing the internet in his head to pass the time.

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Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Justin Maysharp Character Portrait: Alistair D. James Character Portrait: Elena J. D'Angelo Character Portrait: Rorgen Avulstein
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Alistair walked out smoothly, turning back briefly to make sure that Rorgen was behind him. He followed Rorgen outside, observing the Were's every movement. He wasn't trying to be a creep, he was just into observation, and at that moment, he was kind of bored.

A slight disturbance caused Alistair to avert his eyes from Rorgen, but it was a small one, nothing that couldn't be fixed. However, when Alistair turned back, Rorgen had disappeared. He looked around for a minute, a little frantic. He didn't really like the crowd at this moment - although Rorgen wasn't very easy to overlook. Finally, he located Rorgen, and fell into step beside him again, repressing the urge to berate him for running off.

Soon, they reached the carpark, approaching the car, Alistair told him, "Nice car." He wasn't being sarcastic - he did like it. Although he loved his own car better.

Alistair quickly slid in, folding his long body up so that it would fit inside. "P'rdon the mess. Dead fae was in here. I'll pay a vamp to lick it clean or something later." Alistair shrugged nonchalantly, not worried about it. "Fae blood comes off pretty easy, if you do it correctly," he murmured, then shut up.

Without warning, Rorgen let go of the wheel, and Alistair was forced to reach over and steer, frowning at Rorgen. Once Rorgen was done, he asked, "You still carry that silver pistol?" Alistair nodded. "Yeah. Think we'll need it?"

After a bit, Alistair and Rorgen settled into a comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to punctuate it with any noise. Suddenly, Alistair caught Rorgen answering a call. "R. Speaking. Indeed. Why?" Alistair smiled; like himself, Rorgen didn't answer with particularly long sentences, instead keeping it short and sweet. Slowly, Alistair became aware of the Were beside him growing tense, and shot him a concerned look.

"I've - I've got to go, man." "What?" Alistair asked, not sure he'd heard Rorgen correctly. Listening to Rorgen explain, he started to protest a little. "Rorgen, you can't - you're one of our better agents - " Rorgen didn't listen, however, and pulled up beside the road.

"A few kilometers or so. I'll p-pay for your cab. HQ called." "No - Rorgen - " Again, Alistair was ignored, and Rorgen drove away, after shoving the briefcase at Alistair. Soon, the cab pulled up, and Alistair jumped in, directing the driver to the site, still clutching the briefcase.

He pulled up outside Lab 86B, spotting Anastasia. He called out to her. "Hey, did you hear about Rorgen?" He was upset at having Rorgen leave - he'd liked Rorgen, and they worked well together.

Elena J. D'Angelo


The boy turned back to grin at her. "There's no need to thank me, I just did what any person would do in this situation. The fact that you're cute was just a bonus." Elena faltered a little. Did he... did he just call me cute? She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes. I don't think I can deal with this. Not after Steven.

A minute later, the boy came back in, carrying a load of clothes and something that looked like a blanket. He flicked something on, and the room was filled with a warmth that made Elena shiver violently as the warmth swept through her body. The boy handed her some clothes and pointed behind him. "Bathrooms that way. Of course, if you wanted to change in the nice, warm, cozy, living room, I wouldn't mind at all." Elena frowned at him, trying to decide if he was kidding. Apparently not, for he raised the blanket, obscuring his own vision. "See? No peeking."

Elena decided she wouldn't take that chance, and started to get up, but her legs collapsed under her, sending her crashing to the floor. "Ouch!" It looked like her legs weren't up to working yet. Looking up at him, she told him quietly, "I guess I'll change here. But no looking!" After poking him to prove her point - it was all she could do anyway, she was still feeling weak - she turned away and started peeling off the layers of soaked clothes plastered to her skin. Gratefully, she replaced them with the warm clothes that he had provided. Granted, they were much larger, her being small and skinny, but they were preferable to her cold clothes.

While changing, she asked casually, "What's your name?"

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The girl’s small yelp of pain tore Justin off the chair. With relative ease, he hoisted her onto the couch and began to assess her legs. Though they weren’t frostbitten, they had acquired quite a nasty blue tinge. Justin only hoped it would go away soon. What was most eye-catching about the situation however, was the girl’s flushed cheeks and slightly annoyed expression. The cuteness was almost overwhelming. This was only accented by her hair, which had semi-dried in an order-less mop, giving her the look of someone who had just crawled out of bed after a night of wild sex. Not that Justin wasn’t used to seeing women like this, it was at least a weekly occurrence, but something about this particular girl elicited a bright blush from his cheeks.

"I guess I'll change here. But no looking!” The girl resigned. With his hands in the air, Justin dove into the pile of blankets, obscuring his vision of the outside world and muffling his other senses. After a few minutes of struggling, the thief began to ask if he could help. Realizing how stupid this was, he kept his trap shut. Apart from the occasional brush of cloth on the carpet, the next five minutes passed in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, much to Justin’s relief, but a comfortable silence that eased any tension that had filled the room before.

With a light tap to signify she was done, the blonde popped out of his pile. The room had warmed up considerably and her legs had turned from a crispy blue to a light red. Now, Justin may be a ladies-man but he had never, ever, had the courtesy of seeing one dressed in his clothes. She had thrown on his Chicago Blackhawks jersey and a pair of shorts, no doubt because the jeans would never fit. Never being one to get into sports, the only reason Justin owned the jersey was to see the reactions he could draw from random people in the street. The best ones were the looks of disgust after the New York Rangers lost 21-0 in the Gray Cup semi-final.

Justin smiled when she asked his name. “Gimme a second.” His hand passed over his face, as if switching characters in a play. “I’m the shadow of night, the saviour of light and the bearer of might! I am…!” His hand stretched out with a smile. “Justin Maysharp, at your service.” His head turned inquisitively. “And what, may I ask, is your name?”
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Tiny feet pattered across the stone sewers. “Please don’t let them find me, please don’t let them find me.” A tin can leans against the cold walls invitingly, it’s open top promising some type of rotten food. Pushing his instincts out of the way, Mouse continued on his frantic escape. Even in the dark, fetid sewers the smell clung to him. The smell of blood, of gore, and of death. He was a witness, he had to get away, he had to escape. For once, Mouse was thankful for his tiny form, it was much easier to escape as a rodent then a Lion.

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Character Portrait: Kiser Nathaniel Burntwood Character Portrait: Anastasia Varias Character Portrait: Justin Maysharp Character Portrait: Alistair D. James Character Portrait: Elena J. D'Angelo Character Portrait: Jenson Xion
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Anastasia didn't seem very pleased at Alistair's question. Sure, it wasn't obvious, but from the years of experience Alistair had, he saw the slight pursing of her lips, and the way her tone went up a little.

He brooded over Rorgen. Sure, maybe Rorgen wasn't exactly like Alistair - he swore a lot, and wasn't exactly the tidiest person Alistair had ever met, but he was one of the few Alistair enjoyed working with. He really, really didn't like this arrangement.

Alistair was pulled from his thoughts by Anastasia's voice. "Kiser! Alistair! Come here now!" Alistair loped gracefully to stand beside Anastasia, following her gaze to the rubble. He couldn't see anything.

And then he heard it. A thumping nose... what was down there? Apparently Anastasia wanted to know too, for she ordered, "If you heard that, find a way to get it up here, or me a way down there." Typical Anastasia, always assuming the answer was so easy.

Alistair looked around, trying to find a way down. He heard something shifting, and, anticipating Kiser's move, ducked before whatever it was Kiser had lobbed at him sailed over his head easily. Now, there was someone Alistair would gladly trade for Rorgen.

"OH MY FREAKING GOD!" Alistair winced as a girly voice pierced through the air. It hurt his ears, and was, unfortunately, a sound he was very familiar with. Not just the choice of words, but the voice - dear God in Heaven.

Blonde hair filled his vision, and before he knew it, Alistair had been tackled to the ground. He grunted as his back hit the hard ground, the impact further emphasised by the slight weight on him. "Freya, get off," he managed, sitting up. He was uncomfortably unaware of the fact that Freya was crying his name over and over. He cringed, wondering if Kiser would let him live it down.

Thankfully, Kiser rescued him by lifting the girl off him. A rather irritated Alistair dusted himself off and cleaned his glasses while Kiser dealt with the girl. He'd never really liked Freya - too loud for his liking.

Just as Alistair thought that maybe things would take a turn for the better, Freya squealed again. "OH MY GOD, CAR!" "Could you stop it with the 'oh my God's?" Alistair muttered under his breath.

Before Alistair could do anything, Anastasia had slammed Freya against the car, a gun pointing at her head. "Anastasia, there's really no need for that..." Alistair started, striding towards them, but he was ignored. Alistair made an annoyed face. He hated being thought inferior because he was the youngest member of their team. Considering the things he'd did for them, he was definitely counted as older... at least, older than that immature Jenson.

Freya caught Alistair's gaze, silently pleading for help, but he shrugged, telling her that he couldn't do anything about it. He listened to the interrogation, getting more and more interested. He smirked at Freya's offered information, knowing that Kiser was in trouble, though he didn't know why, exactly.

Without warning, Kiser transformed and ran away. Alistair watched him, knowing there would be other chances to get him. Right now, though, there was the issue of what IPAF was doing with the Fey. Alistair was disgusted - he had no idea the people he worked for actually did that kind of things.

Alistair was so angry, he almost didn't catch Anastasia's next command. "Alistair, take this woman back to headquarters and lock her in an interrogation room. Do not let her out, give her some food and water. But nothing else. She is to see and speak to no one. She will stay in that room with you outside the door until I get back. Disregard these orders and you will end up like that ID card." Alistair glanced around for the aforementioned ID card, though he didn't see it. No matter, he wouldn't dream of defying Anastasia. Unless, of course, she was in on the Fey dissecting, but Alistair was sure she wasn't.

"I think Kiser left the keys in the car, take it." Alistair grinned. Driving Kiser's car - something he'd always wanted to do, but of course he was too nice to do it. But now he had an excuse.

He took firm hold of Freya's arm. Though his grip wasn't too tight, Freya winced, as though he'd just done something worse. Unfortunately, they were interrupted. "Anastasia Varias, may I have a word?" Alistair sighed. This day was never going to end.

A person - probably not human, by the looks of it - stepped towards Anastasia. Instinctively, Alistair's hand went to his pistol at his side, ready to shoot if needed. It went without saying that the bullets were silver, however they probably wouldn't work against this one. Too slender, too fast - Alistair would wager a hand that this was a vampire. Of course, he had stakes as well. Alistair James was a well-prepared man.

"Alistair, she called you? As IPAF Councilman Faust, I order you to stand down immediately." Alistair's eyebrows went up in disbelief. "You son of a - " he started angrily, starting towards Faust, dropping Freya's arm. Wrong decision. Faust immediately knocked Freya out, and turned on Anastasia.

As if on cue, Kiser appeared again. Alistair sighed - his head was spinning. What was going on here? This is what happens when you're a junior member. He resolved to go out with Elena after this was all over.

Kiser leapt into the air, and the most amazing thing happened - wings sprouted out his back. "Oh, God," Alistair muttered again, burying his face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs into his closed eyes. He was hallucinating, he was sure of it.

Elena J. D'Angelo


Elena stared down at herself, hardly believing her eyes. The jersey and shorts she'd put on were far too large for her, unfortunately. She was sure she looked tiny.

The boy managed to successfully distract her, however. His hand passed over his face, and Elena wondered what he was doing. His expression remained more or less the same, Elena thought. Wasn't that move from some movie many years ago, though? Elena couldn't remember. Something that involved a lion.

"Justin Maysharp, at your service." Elena nodded. She thought it was a nice name. "And what, may I ask, is your name?"

Taking his hand, Elena smiled gratefully. "Elena D'Angelo. Thanks for, uh, everything back there. I guess I owe you quite a bit, huh?" She ran a hand through her hair uneasily, not quite sure how to thank this person who had, most likely, saved her life.