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Kilia Yve Linovahle

"I don't believe that fighting is the answer. There's another way, there always is."

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a character in “Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot”, as played by Siryn

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|| 19 || Seer || Heterosexual ||




Kilia enjoys wearing darker colors, clothes that curve to her body and make her look appealing. She has long light colored hair, pink in hue. It is soft to the touch and curls in locks around her frame. The light colored hair is long, coming down to the middle of her back and tends to look unkept as it is cut in layers and the layers tend to curl however they wish. Kilia has bright sky blue eyes that show her emotions easily. She stands at a slender height of just barely five feet tall.


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Kilia learned the basics fairly quickly and so she’s average in that aspect. Her main skill in the magic system is a healer. For this, she is exceptional. She can heal just about anything from small cuts to deep lacerations and broken bones. Kilia can also do creation to a small extent. Anything simple that one may need, she can usual create. Her favored conjuration should she ever need it is to conjure a staff.

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Kilia is rather quick on her feet, very nimble and agile. She is of average strength as well and should she be forced into a hand to hand fight, she can conjure up a staff to keep herself protected for a while. She good enough to the point of knowing how to bring someone down in a decent amount of time without seriously injuring them or killing them.




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As said previously, Kilia is average when it comes to the magic system. Complex spells are not her fortay. Even for her healing spells, she struggles. The more critical the wound, the more complex the spell needs to be. This takes Kilia quite a while to create and can sometimes be a burden to her. Her simple conjurations don’t last very long either because she cannot master the technique of adding more symbols and forms to the spell formula. Though Kilia is quite nimble she’s no fighter by any means and tends to shy away from fights. If at all possible, Kilia will run from a fight. If there is no way out, she will hesitate to fight back, often putting herself in a dangerous situation.

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Kilia is a sweet girl, she’s very nice to anyone she meets and smiles easily. She likes to laugh and hang out with friends. People tend to be very nice to her in return so she’s unused to people being cold or mean. She’s easily hurt, but tries not to show it all that much. Kilia has a strong sense of loyalty to those around her, even to those that might not consider her a friend. She tries to help everyone even if it means putting herself in danger or making people mad at her.

Though Kilia isn’t timid, she doesn’t like fights and is actually afraid of fighting because she doesn’t like to hurt people. This is why she doesn’t know how to fight and she has the awful habit of trying to stop people from fighting even if they’re trying to help or protect her. It’s a habit that her mother is trying to break, but is having no progress so far.

Kilia tries her hardest to prove to people that she is useful because of her many downfalls in the magic system. She constantly tries to overcome her weaknesses by –perhaps- trying too hard. Kilia doesn’t like that she cannot conjure anything for very long and even gets frustrated about it fairly easily, to the point of tears most times.

Even so, she tends to bounce back fairly quickly with a strong sense of purpose. Kilia doesn’t stay angry or sad for very long and it takes quite a bit to keep her that way, in other words you would really have to hurt her to a really deep degree to put her in a depressed state for more than an hour.

Being a daughter of a Seer brings a lot of other emotions with it as well. Kilia is fearful of being a Seer, not because she doesn’t wish to be one, but because she doesn’t know if she’ll be a good Seer. Also, because of her dislike for fighting, she isn’t comfortable with the fact that at some point she will probably have to fight against her will, especially if she is possessed by a God or Goddess that will use her body to fight. Kilia does wish to become a Seer, though this wish is never expressed openly. The main reason is because she wants to try to change the way the Seer families do things, she wants to stop them from constantly fighting against the Gods/Goddess and other humans. However, she is often told that it will never happen and thus, Kilia is naive in this sense.


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Kilia’s mother, Yve Linovahle, is a Seer, a very powerful Seer at that too. What Kilia lacks in magic and fighting skills, her mother more than makes up for. With her mother leading a wonderful example of the Linovahle family, Kilia had been expected to be just as wonderful. However, Kilia's lack of understanding with the magic system has put her at a disadvantage. It isn't that Kilia can't use the system, its just that she doesn't understand how to create more powerful spells like her mother can.

Yve has been teaching Kilia the magic system for as long as she can remember, but it doesn't seem to stick with her. Kilia gets frustrated with the system easily especially because all of her creations tend to fail. She cannot grasp the technique to create more complex spells. Yve is very pushy when it comes to learning the system and can often lead to Kilia getting angry with her. However, Kilia's mother holds hope that her daughter will eventually understand the system and be able to create more spells and stronger spells at that too.

Yve know's what it's going to take for Kilia to be a good Seer because she knows what's out there and what is waiting for her daughter when she inherits the role. Kilia, on the other hand, is ignorant of that fact and is even a bit rebellious on her mothers wishes for her to learn more magic other than her healing and conjuration. With that in mind, Kilia and her mother often disagree and fights do ensue. Kilia's ideals also clash with the other families as well, most especially because of Kilia's use of the conjuration side of the magic system.

The families are set in traditional ways and are strongly advocate to learning things through experience. Anytime one takes a shortcut (especially with using magic) it is considered 'dishonorable' to the families and most times the one responsible is humiliated. Kilia has gone through this once before and since then has not conjured anything to help her out in menial task or anything of the like in front of her mother or the other families.

Kilia's ideal of not fighting and trying to make peace with the Gods and Goddesses has been laughed at many times by the other families. Yve on the other hand has surprisingly supported her daughters ideal on this, though she does tell Kilia that she'll eventually have to realize that at some point during her life she will have to fight for something. Yve doesn't dislike the idea of having peaceful relations, but she does realize that it's not always going to be true for everything. This is where Kilia differs, she does not realize that it won't work out for everything.

The reason for Kilia's adamant wish for having peaceful relations with the Gods and Goddess is because of what happened during her childhood. It was an experience that she can't ever forget. A seven year old Kilia had been alone and playing by herself outside of her house, Kilia had wandered quite far from the home and into the woods behind the house. There she saw her first God. It was a lesser God and he was wandering the woods by himself. Kilia, not quite understanding that it was a higher being she was seeing at the time, asked him what he was doing all alone in the woods.

His name was Cryio and he had smiled at her when she asked him. He answered her simply, he was without friends and lonely. Kilia offered to be his friend and thus started their relationship. Kilia continued to go out into the forest whenever she could to visit Cryio. He would wait for her everyday also and they would play and talk. This lasted for a couple of years and it wasn't until she was a bit older that she realized it was a God she'd been talking to the entire time. However, she did not feel afraid of him and when she brought up the notion that she'd realized what he was, he only smiled at her and asked if she was afraid and what she thought.

Kilia told him that she wasn't scared and that she thought he was a really nice person. It was then that Cryio told her that there were not many God's and Goddesses like him and that he wished that there were. He told her that the others had a misunderstanding about the human population and most especially about the Seers and their Guardians. Cryio told Kilia that he hoped to see a day when the others would realize that they could live in peace, but there was sadness in his gaze as he told her this. Kilia didn't realize it then, and won't for quite some time, but the reason for his sadness was because he knew that it would be a very long time before the others realized that they did not need to continually seek for power.

Kilia never got the chance to ask him in later years why the Gods and Goddess went after the humans for power. She is not sure what happened to Cyrio, but one day when she'd turned twelve, he was no where to be found in the forest. Kilia grew very sad for a long period and still to this day is sad about her loss of a dear friend. She has never once told her mother or the other families that she met a God and befriended them for fear of what they might tell her or the punishments she might receive for such an act which had always been feverently discouraged while growing up.

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So begins...

Kilia Yve Linovahle's Story

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He would have to be careful today. In a few hours he would turn twenty years old. It made him only slightly nervous as he fiddled with the computer in front of him. Glancing over to the clock in his room he noted that in three hours he would have to go to school, and an hour after that the cycle would end. His gaze narrowed as he turned back to the computer screen and pounded on the keys of the keyboard.

Soran was in the middle of reworking a program he'd made many years ago. It wasn't that it really needed any additional work to it, he'd finished it long before, but that it was something to do to keep his mind from wandering too far and scaring himself. It didn't help that the day before an encounter with both his brother and his father had made him on edge. His elder brother was angry that Soran was going to turn twenty and most likely take the position as the Seer in the family. His father was angry because he didn't think that Soran could handle being a Seer due to his 'rebellious' attitude.

The bright blue eyed boy scoffed at the thought.

Whatever. They both can go and rot for all I care, he thought to himself briefly before shaking his head a bit and continuing on with his tedious program. He was so engrossed in the work that when his alarm clock went off, he jumped a good several inches in his chair and fell off of it entirely. The loud crash that ensued was sure to wake the family, but Soran didn't really care. Rubbing at the back of his head he glowered up at the annoying buzzing machine.

"Damnit.. just when I was getting to have a new idea too," he grumbled before throwing something at the clock, essentially knocking it off the desk and smashing to the floor. The young boy felt a little bit better with that and stood up. Stretching his lithe frame, he yawned. For staying up all night, he was still very much awake. Soran supposed that was a good thing, after all he was going to have to pay attention at school, even more so to his surroundings.

After taking a shower, he dressed and with a swipe of his right hand next to his body, a blank screen popped up with some folders along the top of it. Opening a folder, he tapped a strange looking symbol and the magic system opened up the basic form of the spell for him on the blank screen. His fingers danced around the near invisible looking screen before he swiped his whole hand across it, dragging the spell off the platform. Golden light flooded the floor at his feet, expanding in a large circle that was enough to engulf his body.

The light exploded upwards, causing his hair and clothes to fly upwards with the strength of the spell. He closed his eyes as his long coat flapped upwards around his face, dragging his shirt with it. It only lasted a moment before it faded away. Though he couldn't see it anymore, he could just barely feel the magic that clung to his skin. It was the protective spell that would help to keep him from being possessed. Soran had been doing this spell for years. Even so, he knew that today was the one day out of the other 365 days that he could not fend off a possession. It was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not. Still, the effect of the spell settled him just a bit more than having nothing at all.

As he left the house, the families protector came with him, following behind him like a shadow. Soran frowned as he left the house and headed to the school. He didn't like having a follower that was ordered to do it. Sighing a bit, he tried to ignore that black clad man as he entered the school that bustled with all types of students. All thoughts of his family left him as he set eyes upon two of his closest friends. Waving to them, he joined up with them as they headed to their class. Everything was all laughs now, just the way he liked it.

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The bell rang as the class ended and the students were released from their confines in the small classrooms. Soran was beginning to feel edgy. The hour had passed and nothing had happened yet. Even his two best friends were having a hard time getting him to focus on their conversation. It wasn't until he started hearing the whispers around him, some of the students had recognized his last name when he was called during roll.

"He's a Seer... you better be careful around him," a girls soft voice whispered to her group of friends.

"Ugh, a Seer. What's he doing here? I hear the Reigailia family is famous for breeding such devils. Why can't they just leave us all alone, they bring so much chaos."

"I'll feel terrible for the one who happens to get in his way when things go to hell. You know they can't ever control themselves. Such monsters," a boys voice said, his words a bit louder than the others and several gasps filled the hallway. Soran shook, his fingers closing into fists.

Have to be careful... I can't let them get to me, he thought to himself desperately. The whispers continued though as they moved down the hall. Soran was about to snap, he could feel his anger rising to it's boiling point. Finally unable to take anymore he whirled around, one of his friends grabbing his arm to stop him. However, he didn't do anything. He stopped midway as his gaze settled on something right in front of him. The form of a God had materialized in the middle of the hallway and no one else saw him except Soran.

The God's gaze was a dark gold as he slowly spread his lips into a grin. He was taken by surprise, his heart elevating to a pounding race. The protective spell around him shuddered as the God reached out and touched him. The fingers curled around his throat, slinking to the back of his neck as the God sidled up to him. His two friends shook him, trying to gain his attention, but his eyes were locked on the golden depths of the War God before him.

"Hello, little Seer. Aren't you lucky," the God whispered to him, "To have such a powerful God take an interest in you. I'm Yakosa, a War God, and you're going to be my vessel."

"No..." his voice shook with a bit of fear as he glanced down to his right side and attempted to open up the magic system to fight back. There was no way in hell he was going to just sit and let a God take over his body. Yakosa laughed, a rich vibrant sound that echoed in his ears.

"It's a little late to be thinking about that."

The Gods arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace and his spell shattered like flimsy glass. He could feel the presence of something much more powerful than himself sinking down into his skin. It was such an unpleasant feeling, almost like he was choking on water, drowning. Every inch of his frame was taunt, shuddering violently as the God overtook him so easily. For the first time in a very long time, Soran felt genuine fear. Screams filled the hall as many of the students only watched as his body convulsed before dropping to the floor on his hands and knees.

Both of his friends dropped down next to him, fear in their voices as they called his name, shouting out if he was alright and what was wrong. He could only shake his head as he was locked in a losing battle of wills. The God's laughing voice still rang in his ears. Soon the only words that Soran could think to shout out were almost lost as he was engulfed in Yakosa's power.

"Run... get away!" he screamed at the boys before he was overtaken. From his minds eye, it was like he watched everything from under water. The surface was above him and everything was a ripple. He screamed in his mind as Yakosa reached out to both of his friends and killed them. Magic erupted down the hallway, decimating almost everything. Covering his ears, he curled in on his mental image. He hoped that someone would stop him soon, or Yakosa was going to destroy everything while using his body.



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Kilia was on the grass in a park with very little people. Stretched out across the green expanse, she stared up at the blue sky. There was no class for her today and so she'd decided to go to the park. It was the end of her twenty year cycle and so she had thought it best to keep away from too many people. Not that it would matter really. Once a God got a hold of her, she would be done for and there was nothing to stop a God possessed Seer from going all over a city and destroying it within a few hours.

She supposed it might have been better to be where more people where that way her chances of having a Guardian stop her was much higher. Still, she couldn't bring herself to do so, even against her Mother's wishes. Fighting just wasn't her thing and she wasn't about to put other people in danger. If her mother knew she'd gone off to the park, she would be in for a lecture. It was bad enough that Kilia's mother thought that her daughter was weak and naive. This would be cause to call Kilia a coward. Even so, Kilia had always thought that the Seers were supposed to be there to protect people, not put them in danger.

There were still two sides to that argument though. If she were possessed in a large crowd, one of them could be her Guardian and stop her without delay and very little damage. If she were possessed where there was no one around, the chances of having a Guardian find her was down to nill and there was the very real possibility that the God or Goddess controlling her would gain a solid hold on Kilia's body, thus making it impossible for any Guardian to free her.

With those in mind, Kilia had chosen to go to the park. There were people, but not many people. Maybe she could avoid hurting people all together and one of them would be her Guardian. Her lips frowned as she scanned the area. She was far enough away from everyone to watch them without looking like a creeper or anything. Slowly sitting up, Kilia dragged her hand through her long hair. Swiping her hand next to her right side, she pulled up the magic system. She'd long since put her protection spell over her body, but it was a weak spell at best.

With thoughts of reactivating the spell, she felt arms wrap around her shoulder and a girlish voice in her ear. Kilia startled. Completely taken by surprise, she turned under the tight grip to see who held her in the tight embrace. A beautiful woman with black hair and golden eyes gazed at her, a wicked smile on the woman's lips. Immediately, Kilia knew it to be a Goddess that gazed at her. Her heart did a flip in her chest before flying up to the back of her throat. Breathing became difficult as she froze.

"I've been looking forward to this. It's been so long since the next bought of Seer's has come. I'll finally be able to gain the power I need to challenge the higher Gods," leaning forward even more, the Goddess whispered into her ear, "I'll be gentle," then laughed.

Kilia's heart lurched and she tried to scream out for help, but nothing happened, no sound came from her lips as she crumpled to the ground. She shook slightly, trembling as the lesser Goddess took over her body. It was rather quick, Kilia's entire world turned into that of an underwater show. Taking a backseat in her own body was a terrifying feeling and to the young Seer was at a complete loss on what to think or do. Nothing prepares you for this... she thought frantically, her eyes wide as she watched her body stand up against her will. The magic system opened up to the Goddess' will as she walked down the grassy slope to the group of people not to far away.

It wasn't until the Goddess' first victim, a young boy of maybe only ten years of age, was killed that Kilia started screaming and trying to regain her own body. It was all in vain, though. Instead, all she could do was watch as the Goddess started wielding her magic to destroy everything before her, taking the lives of many people as she went. Kilia cried as she screamed Help! Someone.. anyone...



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-----Jonathan----


It was business as usual for Jonathan Robert Grey, oftentimes called Robin, or more rarely Sweet Robin. He was interviewed for a job, and the job recruiter couldn't accept him. He didn't care for the reasons why he wasn't accepted. As a matter of fact, he was only looking for a job because he was looking for a cover for his moonlit job as a bit of a disrupter in the underworld. However even that wasn't going well.

"Well, better luck next job interview." he silently thought in his head as he made his way to his motorbike, which he dubbed the "Silver Flame." Upon mounting it he saw him. A Grey Knight on a grey horse, standing right next to him on his motorcycle. "Not this crap again..."

"How about a Race to that park? Or are you a chicken, Robin?" The Grey Knight stated as he started riding off towards said Park. Sighing, Jonathan followed his "ancestor" suit. This has been happening for quite a while with him now. He wasn't sure if he was seeing spirit, hallucination, or some awkward glitch in the system, affecting his mind in some bizarre way. But at any rate, these two individuals raced through the streets, stopping only at traffic signals and such, until they got to said park where the "Spirit" vanished, leaving him at the entrance. Sighing he decided on going there to try and relax and so he parked the "Silver Flame" at the parking lot.

Walking into the park he breathed in the fresh, sweet air as he wandered along its pathways until he reached a bench overlooking a large slope. He sat upon it and watched the few people enjoy the pleasure of the sights and sounds of the park. He sighed as he closed his eyes, taking in the sounds of happiness. He needed that to balance in the sorrow. But he didn't truly need need it. It was a lie in his head, to try and say he's morally in the Black and White world of humanity.

Morally he lived in a grey world. As Grey as the Grey Knight sitting right next to him at that moment. He chose to ignore it despite how annoyed it makes him. Even if the spirit spoke with him, he'd still not acknowledge him.

"Hey Jonathan." His "Ancestor" said to him, "Look up at the hill. I would bet you'd flirt with that pretty thing in a minute." Sighing Jonathan looked at the hill in front of him and noticed a slightly attractive figure near the top seemingly taking in the sights. He sighed in slight annoyance at the spirit, even though the pink haired woman did somehow catch his eye somewhat, and almost seemed to just tempt him to go to her even though she's not directly looking at him.

"Not in a million years you pain in my-" he was about to say more then he needed to say to get accidental attention on himself, the girl in which the "spirit" was mentioning suddenly seemed to start cringing as she suddenly fell to the ground and then looked almost entirely a different person when she got back up, as if she was taken over by something else. "A Seer?" he thought in his own head. He had heard how seers would become possessed by Either Good or evil entities, but didn't they usually have a hired bodyguard or something always at their side?

"Then where's hers?" Jonathan thought out loud as the Possessed Seer suddenly started on the attack phase. He had no time to think about a strategy so he had to work fast. He swiped to his right and opened up his spell screen and created the spell necessary to summon 'Grave'. His six shooter pistol shone in the sun as he spun it before checking his ammo and swiping to his right to create an ammo type he felt was necessary to either try to help, or impede the girl.

However, little did he realize the spell he made for said bullet, would be a spell necessary to help this particular woman in the future. Loading his pistol in a hurry he ran towards the woman just as an explosion occurred behind him where people were fleeing propelled him towards her. He used this opportunity to point his gun at the woman, and fire. The bullet flew towards her but midway, it transformed to a transparent bird of prey, flying towards her as if it was swooping down for prey.

If the bird of prey managed to reach the woman's shoulders it's talons would pass through the flesh and grab at whatever was possessing the poor woman and attempt to fly off with it to drop it elsewhere. Jonathan however, flew straight over the woman and crashed onto the slope before rolling down it and stops close to the bottom, with Grave falling right on his stomach.

In a daze he looked up at the sky and noticed the Grey Knight was looking down at his injured form he groaned in a medium sized pain. "That was a bad idea." He muttered before blacking out from the pain of his fall.

"Eh what can ya do you little Sweet Robin?" Was the only reply he heard from the "Spirit."

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There was a young man that came into her line of sight as the chaos erupted all around her. Through the watery visage she was looking through, his handsome image was distorted slightly, but his intention wasn't. Lifting up a weapon that looked like a gun, he aimed it at her. Kilia cringed inwardly, thinking that perhaps this person was not her savior in the sense of a Guardian, but her savior in the sense of ending her life and that of the possession. She closed her eyes, shutting out the watery vision of his approach.

Still, she could see him because the Goddess possessing her had turned to watch him as he ran at her as everyone else was running away. Her lips pulled up into a wicked grin and her hand lifted up off of the magic system she'd been using. About to unleash a spell on his unprotected body, Kilia shook inwardly, cringing at the thought that he wouldn't make it in time. However, she was wrong as he fired off a shot and the bullet streaked at her. Midway, the bullet changed, transforming into that of a winged bird and crashed into her shoulder.

Though Kilia didn't exactly feel the birds claws digging into her flesh, she did feel it grasp onto something else entirely. Flapping it's wings hard against the air around it, the small creature took off straight up into the air. Hooked in it's talons was the form of the Goddess. It was the strangest feeling having the woman removed from Kilia's body as it was. She went rigid as the Goddess was pulled out of her. When she was completely free, Kilia dropped to the ground on her hands and knees panting heavily. Finally back in control of her own body she took a moment to just reorient herself.

The first thing that almost took over was the fear of what she'd just done, tears began burning on the edges of her eyes. She bit her lip though to keep from crying. Even so, she couldn't stop the shaking that had taken over her entire frame. Horror spread through her as she recalled the awful event that took place not but a few moments ago. Her possession lasted a few minutes at most, but that was enough for the Goddess to cause the destruction she'd done.

Lifting her head, Kilia looked around to see what exactly had been done. The once green park was charred in many places, craters littered the park area and there were many injured people that were still fleeing the area. Kilia's heart clenched tightly, her throat closing a bit as she took it all in. However, what caused her to seize up almost entirely was the few bodies that the Goddess had managed to actually kill before her savior came into the picture. Blood stained the green blades of grass and the clumps of dirt that had been upended all around.

Kilia couldn't bare to look and quickly turned away so that she wouldn't be sick to her stomach. Her chest constricted, her breathing neared hyperventilation as she knelt there. It took her a while before she remembered that the young man had shot her and then disappeared somewhere on the hill side. Lifting her head, she searched the area for him, trying to find him. She wasn't too sure how far the bird had carried the Goddess, but she knew that staying in the park was definitely a bad idea. As she was about to stand to go find the boy, a strong hand gripped her upper arm and she cried out in fear.

Half expecting the Goddess to have been the one touching her, she turned quickly only to face that of her mother's Guardian. The man pulled her upwards with his usual stony features. His dark gray eyes searched her frame for any injuries that may need tending to, but otherwise he said nothing to her. He was definitely a cold man, something that Kilia didn't quite care for.

"You're Guardian is over there," he said, his voice rumbling as he spoke. He pointed towards the bottom of the hill where the boy had rolled to. Kilia, in fear, wrenched herself free and ran towards him. She wasn't quite steady on her own legs after having been possessed, and so she ended up tripping part way down the hill. With a short cry, she flailed a bit before tumbling down and landing on top of the boy with a soft grunt.

Groaning a bit, she pushed herself up and shook her head before looking over at him. With a gasp, she quickly scrambled off of him, "I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, the caught herself again, "Are you okay? Did anything happen to you? You're not hurt are you?" She asked in rapid succession before starting to look him over for any crippling injuries.


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-----Jonathan----



"Your Guardian is over there."

He was resting from the slight tumble he took, he was sure he had a few bumps and bruises, nothing too serious. But he heard those words distinctly as he felt himself trying to come back into the world of the awake. But in his head he assumed he indirectly gained a job interview and passed their questions with flying colors. Which meant one thing in his head. But before he could assume it, Jonathan was interrupted by the Grey Knight who was obviously listening.

"Ooh, that's very interesting, hey Robin! I think they're talking about you!!" He heard the "spirit" shouting. "Hang on, whoa! She's coming this way!!"

"Why doesn't that whatever it is just shut up and vanis-Owww!!!!" his thoughts were interrupted when something landed squarely on him. His eyes shot open in pain. "Ow my gut!" However after he said this he was staring at the Woman's face, his emerald green eyes were staring squarely at her shocking, innocent blue eyes. She was beautiful, to a point. He even almost blushed bright red! But the moment quickly past as she gasped and scrambled off him.

Jonathan got into a sitting position, looking at the woman up close now that she was within slight arm's reach. Shaking his head from being knocked out for so long he rubbed his head trying to figure out exactly what he did to knock the Seer back to normal. But for some reason his eyes kept wandering back at her, almost as if her appearance was like a magnet for his eyes. He had to refocus his mind in order to actually talk to her and answer her question.

"Okay, okay, first off, don't let yourself get possessed like that otherwise it won't make my new job any easier. I say new job because apparently mr. Longshanks over there ain't your bodyguard." He stated whilst glaring at the person. "Where were ya like, three minutes ago?!"

Sighing he turned back to the woman to continue answering his questions. "Secondly, yes I'm okay, only the fact I got sent rolling down a hill after firing my new spell wasn't exactly what I call reputation building, I feel embarrassed by that." He stated as he sighed, "and only in my pride. Also possibly a very tender bruise on my stomach from when my gun fell on me."

Jonathan gave a soft chuckle as he scanned the area of the park and whistled to himself. "What a mess." He thought to himself with a sigh. "Okay, so, since apparently I helped you out I guess I'm a, whatever you seers call a bodyguard. I guess that's acceptable I suppose, been looking for a job anyway."

"However, before I introduce myself, lemme tell you my....." Jonathan said, trailing off when he was once again, mesmerized by this woman's eyes. He tried to shake his head trying to keep his thoughts in order. "My... Doh alright, I usually want some rules or none but it seems we're gonna have to make it up as we go." He finally said with a mere smile.

"Wow. You got hit by love medicine or something?" The "spirit" asked only to be interrupted by Jonathan attempting to get up but he winces sharply from the pain of the bruise on his torso as he sits back down. He glared at the ground and then at the location of his bruise.

"Still tender... Curse it all" he said angrily. "I hate injuries!" After he said this he realized he didn't give his name. "Oh right, forgot. Jonathan Robert Grey. Friends call me Robin." He raises his hand towards the woman to have her shake it.

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"Okay, okay, first off, don't let yourself get possessed like that otherwise it won't make my new job any easier. I say new job because apparently mr. Longshanks over there ain't your bodyguard. Where were ya like, three minutes ago?!"

"Uh... I'm... sorry," Kilia said to him, though she knew it wasn't going to be the last time this kind of thing would happen.

Her mother's Guardian didn't say anything in return as the boy glowered up at him. Kilia flicked her gaze between the two of them as she felt the tension rising slightly. She stuttered a bit as she knelt there next to the boy. Unsure of what to say she was slightly relieved that he continued, but a bit startled that he turned his attention directly onto her.

"Secondly, yes I'm okay, only the fact I got sent rolling down a hill after firing my new spell wasn't exactly what I call reputation building, I feel embarrassed by that, and only in my pride. Also possibly a very tender bruise on my stomach from when my gun fell on me."

"Umm... and I... kinda fell on you too," Kilia added softly, her cheeks taking on a pink hue as she dropped her gaze to his abdomen and then up to his face. Reaching up she brushed a lock of long hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear in an embarrassed fashion.

"Okay, so, since apparently I helped you out I guess I'm a, whatever you seers call a bodyguard. I guess that's acceptable I suppose, been looking for a job anyway."

"Guardian," Kilia offered softly, though she was sure he didn't hear her as he continued.

"However, before I introduce myself, lemme tell you my..... My... Doh alright, I usually want some rules or none but it seems we're gonna have to make it up as we go."

"What... like rules on how to be a Guardian?" Kilia laughed a bit as she sat there. She could tell that her mothers Guardian was slightly impatient, but she didn't mind at all.

"Still tender... Curse it all. I hate injuries! Oh right, forgot. Jonathan Robert Grey. Friends call me Robin."

"Robin," Kilia repeated softly as she lifted her gaze to look at him. Then she smiled and took his hand that he offered, it was warm and the grip strong, "I'm Kilia. Kilia Yve Linovahle. And... we should probably head to my home. He isn't very patient," she said, motioning over to the man that had his arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently, "Everything will be explained by my mother. Well most everything anyway. Its... it's a long story," she said as she stood up and brushed herself off. Offering a small smile, she waited for him to follow.


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-----Jonathan----


He watched as she got up and brushed grass and charred dust off her clothing after shaking his hand. "Kilia." He stated to try and make sure he got the name right. "That's an incredibly pretty name." he thought in his head. It sounded almost exotic yet so common, how could anyone mix it up?

Jonathan silently braces himself to stand as he hopped to his feet. He heard Kilia mention that they had to go to her house, and that the imposing figure tapping his foot in an impatient manner didn't like to be kept waiting. "So, you're house huh? Well if that guy has your ride I'll follow you guys on my Motorbike to wherever your home is." He smiled as he followed the two to the exit of the park where he'd board his motorbike yet again to follow them.

---Half an hour Later-----

He was driving close behind whatever Vehicle Kilia and her Grey Eyed friend were traveling in with the Silver Flame. He noted that they went to a house beyond city limits that had the biggest forest he ever saw so far in his life. He was almost shocked at its immensity. "Whoa, Big trees." He muttered to himself by the time the group reached the driveway of this house.

He stopped his motorbike and got off and looked at the layout whilst waiting for them to come out and take him inside and show him around. "How are you able to afford this much space Miss Linovahle?" He asked in a plain curious manner.

"Obviously her family has either deep pockets or are a bunch of hippies." The grey knight riding up close to him said. Every time Jonathan thought he was finally done seeing that thing for a day, it turns up at least once more to torture him. And he can't do a single thing about it at this moment otherwise Kilia might think him a fool or worse. What could he do?

"Hey, stop worrying about that stuff buddy! Just follow them and ignore me!" The "Spirit" said angrily on annoyance. Jonathan finally did a mock swatting of the air as if to get rid of a flying insect bugging him. The Spirit's mood then turned from annoyed to amused at how he was covering up this whole mostly one sided conversation. "Buzz off you." Was all Robin had to say.

"Alright, fine but remember, be yourself." The Grey knight said before vanishing.

"Flies hate my presence." Jonathan stated in a small amused Manner. "Now then. You were saying how we need to see your mom about me??"

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Peter O'Cyrus was getting his school supplies for the day together, wanting to just avoid trouble as best as he could before ending up getting himself into trouble. He also thought off the good apartment he'd gotten at a good price of rent, Which was a good thing for his part time Job. He felt thoroughly excited for this new chapter in his life.

That all changed when he heard the screams going on in the hall around the corner. Jumping at the chance to see what was going on, he rushed towards the source and found a boy with blonde hair causing havoc, although he didn't look like himself.

"Hey, buddy? Ya mind not causing destruction?" He asked in a plain manner, but the person seemed to ignore him as Peter sighed, "Alright. You asked for it." He waved his hand to the right as he drew out a custom spell, not really paying attention to what kind of spell it was as he summoned a spear that looked like a glowing Yellow Fire. Taking the spear in hand he threw it at the blonde.

If it reached the person it wouldn't harm him physically and pass through him, catching whatever was causing the trouble on fire instead. "Wow, that's a new ability! I gotta save that one!"

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Yakosa turned to the sound of a boy calling out to him. Soran flinched inwardly as he watched through the watery image that was his minds consciousness, at least a small corner of it. He felt his smile growing as the War God eyed the boy that appeared before him.

"Hey, buddy? Ya mind not causing destruction?"

Yakosa laughed, and turned his attention back to what he was doing, "Are you enjoying this?" the God's voice filled Soran's mind, causing him to flinch and cover his ears. He shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the awful feeling of the God invading his body.

"Leave! Leave!" Soran screamed, trying to will himself to gain his own body back, but to no avail. Yakosa laughed, hard. His laughter filled the hallway, but soon ended as something struck them. Soran gasped as he saw a spear of a sort go through him completely. The God, though, had a different reaction. Yakosa screamed as he was lit ablaze. He pulled out of Soran's body roughly, causing the boy quite a bit of pain in the process.

Soran clenched his eyes shut as he felt the War God leaving him. It felt like Yakosa was ripping him apart as the God left his body. His cry of pain echoed in the hall, reflecting the screams and yells from the students who were injured or caught in the explosions. He dropped to the floor on hands and knees, panting heavily. It felt good to have his body back, but the feeling that was left over was certainly going to make him sick.

Yakosa's inhuman cries were right behind him as the God was still struggling to stop the flames that engulfed him. With a glance over his shoulder, Soran watched as the burning War God finally manged to stop the fire. When he finished that, Yakosa glowered at the two of them. Turning over, Soran scooted back towards his savior, or rather his Guardian. Swiping his hand, he opened up the application for his magic and quickly sought out a protection spell. As he worked through it, Yakosa opened up his hands, golden fire filling his hands.

"Someone likes to play with fire. I can to," the War God hissed through clenched teeth. Soran realized that he couldn't possibly get a spell done in time and quickly scrambled to his feet. Whirling around, he lunged at the boy who saved him. Barreling into the other, they both went sprawling into an empty classroom as the blast of power rushed through the hall. Soran gasped as he felt an intense burning along his hip and thigh.

The force of the explosion threw them both a little further into the room than Soran first intended. He rolled off of the boy and into some chairs that tumbled around him. Groaning a bit, he shoved two chairs off of him and sat up. Looking around the room he shouted for the boy, "Hey! Out the window!" Hopefully the boy understood him, they were on the first floor after all, so the jump would be nothing at all.

He forced himself to stand despite the bleeding burns along his thigh. Hissing, he pressed his hand down tightly on the wound as he limped heavily towards the window. Behind him, he could hear Yakosa just barely entering the room, "Where are you running off to?" the War God growled as he prepared another attack.



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"Kilia."

Kilia smiled brightly and nodded, "Yup," she had to admit, her name sounded kind of nice coming from him. He had a nice voice too. She blushed a bit at that thought.

"So, you're house huh? Well if that guy has your ride I'll follow you guys on my Motorbike to wherever your home is." he said as he hoped up to his feet. She admired how nimble he was.

Clasping her hands together behind her back she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet a bit, a bright smile curving her lips, "Mhmm, back to my house. He does have a car. I'll ride with him this time," she said though she really wanted to see Robin's bike. With that she followed after her Mothers Guardian and were soon driving to her estate.

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They pulled into the long gravel driveway some time afterwards way out of the city limits. The enormous trees that served as her backyard seemed to hold the house in its place. She got out of the back of the black car and quickly looked for Robin who had just parked his own bike behind them. Getting off of it, his gaze swept the area.

"How are you able to afford this much space Miss Linovahle?"

Kilia smiled brightly, "The family is... well endowed you could say. My father works for a high end company. That's were all the money comes from. Actually, most of the families that are Seers' are endowed in one way or another," she added at the end, a bit of a musing tone in her voice.

"Buzz off you."

His voice caught her attention and she glanced over to him with an eyebrow raised. He answered her soon enough though, saying that bugs didn't like him. She laughed at that.

"Now then. You were saying how we need to see your mom about me??"

"Yes, my Mother is the Seer before me and she'll teach you and I more about this whole ordeal. Just be wary that she's not the easiest person to get along with. She's... kind of cold at first, but she means well. Just bear with her, if you can," Kilia explained. She would have done more, but the sound of the front door opening and several pairs of feet moving across gravel caught her.

"Kilia. Who is this?" Her mothers' sharp voice hit the air like a cold knife.

"His name is Johnathan Robert Gray. He's my Guardian, Mother," Kilia answered, her tone changing from that of bubbly and cheerful to more refined and without a lot of emotion.

"Johnathan, hu. He doesn't look like much. You're sure he's yours?"

"Mother!" Kilia hissed before catching herself, "Yes, I'm sure. He extracted a Goddess from me not but an hour ago."

"Hmm," the woman that resembled Kilia put a hand on her hip as she examined the boy before her. Her lips were thin and her gaze was cold. She was only slightly taller than Kilia herself, but the woman was small of stature as well, "Well, come inside. We have a lot to talk about. Lets start with the basics," Mrs. Linovahle didn't wait for them to actually enter the home or get an answer from either of them when she launched into explanation.

"A lesser God can take over a Seer just as easily as a more power God can. A lesser God's possession happens a bit faster than a more powerful God. We're not sure why that is as it would make more sense for it to be the other way around. A Seer will experience a possession differently based off of what and who is possessing them. For example a lesser God won't put a Seer through any intense pain when being possessed, most likely because they lack a whole lot of power. A more powerful God, one with stature and the like, will put a Seer through hell. They also tend to fight back once they've been removed where as a lesser God runs from the situation once they're removed from a Seer's body.

"Which did you encounter, Kilia?" her mother asked as they entered the house and gathered in the living quarters. The living room was enormous, with a high ceiling and a loft over head that peered out into the living room. Old styled fans, pictures, and other antiques filled the walls and tables that were in the room. There were three couches, each a rich brown color that added to the dark, earthen tone of the house.

"A lesser God," Kilia answered, not really enthusiastic about the whole situation.

"And how did you free her," she turned to Johnathan.

"He-"

"I asked him," Mrs. Linovahle cut in, snapping her fingers briskly as she watched Johnathan, never turning her eyes upon her daughter who stiffened in her seat.

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-----Jonathan----


"Oh, that explains a lot then." Jonathan stated as he looked at the view. This didn't last long as He heard the front door opened and a woman almost strikingly similar to Kilia walked out to meet them. After the short banter he heard he learned this was Her Mother, the Previous Generation's seer. Then came the part where she stared at him.

He instantly felt his heart sink when Mrs. Linovahle made eye contact with his Green eyes that they almost turned to a plain frightened hazel green. He shook off the fear to try and keep his composure otherwise he was sure he'd get kicked out of this establishment immediately. Nor did he talk back when he heard her say he didn't look like much.

"Wait till I show them my Silver Knight Spell." he thought to himself. Though he was not too keen on doing that lest he want his magic system to be on cool down for a whole day. Instead he simply followed the two women inside the house whilst he listened carefully to what Kilia's mother had to say. He took in most of it, especially the part about the Gods being the entities, but surely there had to be a nice god, there had to be, he was born to a family who went to church for Pete's sake!

When they got to the living room he simply went for a seat nearest to Kilia but straight across from her mother. Then came the part about the question of how it all went down. Luckily before he traveled to the house he saved the template for the ammo type used to free Kilia from the goddess. He could at least say that with absolute earnest and confidence as his green eyes sparkled with said confidence. Hopefully it could ease the small tension between mother and daughter as well. "Must be tough love." he thought.

"To put it bluntly Mrs. Linovahle, I shot a transparent Bird of Prey at Kilia which flew at her and grabbed the Goddess and flew away a good distance with her. It probably dropped her at a hard landing spot. I had to make this new spell on the fly." He stated plainly in a polite manner. "Does that cover how I did it? I had no time to pull out my usual equipment for fighting so I had to improvise."


-----Peter----


Peter thought he saw someone catching on fire but it wasn't the apparently relieved boy who pushed him away just as an explosion occurred, propelling them into a room further. "What the Heck was that?!" He noted however that now wasn't that appropriate time for questions and answers as the now limping boy told him to get out through the window.

"You sir are nuts!" He stated as he grabbed a chair and threw it at the window, breaking it before going to pick up the boy and then leaping out of said window and running towards where he parked his car. "Let's get out of here!" His instincts then told him to hurl several more spears through the open window as he fled with the boy in tow.

"By the way, Name's Peter! What's your name little buddy?!" He shouted as he ran for his dear life. "Smooth move Peter, making friends whilst running for your dear, dear life. What's next, we got out and eat chili dogs at the local hot dog place???" he thought in his mind furiously, more angry at himself than anything else. This day had so much potential. Where in heaven's name did it go so wrong?

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"To put it bluntly Mrs. Linovahle, I shot a transparent Bird of Prey at Kilia which flew at her and grabbed the Goddess and flew away a good distance with her. It probably dropped her at a hard landing spot. I had to make this new spell on the fly. Does that cover how I did it? I had no time to pull out my usual equipment for fighting so I had to improvise."

Kilia's mother lifted an eyebrow as she listened to the explanation of how Robin had extracted the Goddess from her daughter. All the while, Kilia herself tried her hardest not to squirm too much as she sat next to him and watched her mother. She knew exactly what the woman was thinking. Linovahle shrugged her shoulders as she sighed deeply. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back from her face and tucking it behind her ear, much like how Kilia did.

"As long as it works. You'll have to work to make it more refined, Johnathan Grey. Know that the spell you used will be the only one that will free her. There's no changing it now. Also realize that it was done on impulse meaning that just because you dragged out this new spell of yours, doesn't mean you did it willingly. Being a Guardian is a hard task, it means that you're going to be following her around every where she goes. You will have an indescribable urge to protect her when a God or Goddess shows up and tries to posses her.

"Should they posses her, you'll be driven to use that spell as many times as it takes to free Kilia from that possession. In simpler words, it means you have no control over your own actions. So apologizing for making this spell on the spot is nothing to me. It simply means that you're indeed a Guardian for her. You should also know that you're her one and only Guardian. There will be no one else for her. Should you die or become in any way unable to help her, no one else will do it for you," Kilia's mother paused in her lecture.

Her gaze narrowed at the boy who sat on the couch across from her, "You understand, right? Even if you don't want to do this anymore, there's no going back now. You have a job to do and I expect you to do it to your utmost capability," Linovahle stood up then and brushed off her clothes a bit before walking around the couch to head into a different room of the house. She paused in the doorway, "That's all I can do for you. The rest is up to you two."

Then her mother left the room. Kilia frowned a bit as she glanced over to Robin. She sighed a bit, though she'd caught the underlying tone in her mothers voice right before she left. The woman was worried about her daughter, but she wasn't in the business of showing it, "Sorry about that. I know she may come off as cold and abrasive. But... she means well I know."



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"What the Heck was that?!"

The question seemed rhetorical, so Soran didn't answer really. He only gave the order to go out the window which the boy listened to. Grabbing a chair the youth hurled it at the window as he called out, "You sir are nuts!"

Well... maybe Soran was a little crazy. He was a Seer after all. The blonde haired boy struggled to go after his Guardian, his leg hardly holding him up at all as it burned painfully. Gritting his teeth he used the desks to get as close as he could. However, the boy who had broken the window rushed over to him with different ideas. Hauling him upwards, the youth literally picked up Soran off his feet and leapt out the window.

Startled and completely taken off guard, Soran gasped as he was hauled up and over the shoulder of the stranger. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as both hands gripped a fist full of the boy's shirt as he was thrown over the shoulder like a sack. The boy ran across the school yard, hurling spears behind him as he went. He's really good to be launching those while carrying me he thought with a faint blush. Soran hated the fact that he was being a burden.

"Let's get out of here!"

"Yeah, I would agree," Soran said in reply, though he wasn't sure if his Guardian heard or not. Looking around as best he could, Soran noted that they were headed towards the parking lot. He must have a car... it's the only logical reason to race towards that area, the Seer thought to himself.

"By the way, Name's Peter! What's your name little buddy?!"

"L-little?!" Soran repeated, his face now completely red across his nose and cheeks. He fumbled around as he was still being carried and tried his best to be dignified, "I-I.. I am not little! Wait.. that's not the point... I'm alright, you can put me down now!" he hollered, trying to heave himself off the boys shoulder. Part of him was grateful to be carried as the wait time was lessened for Soran knew he couldn't keep the pace the young boy was, but the other part of him disliked it.

Once he was put down in the parking lot, he glowered at the ground as he waited for Peter to open the car. Once in the vehicle, Soran grumbled a bit as he put on the seat belt, "I'm Soran," he muttered, then proceeded to tell the man a specific address that was not his own, "Go there. It's a Seer family that I know of. Well, they don't know me specifically but all the families know of each other in some way. The Belvedere family will be better than mine," Soran muttered the last part as he leaned against the door with his arm up against the glass of the window.

With a glance back towards the burning school building, he winced slightly at the memory of having been possessed. He hoped that the Belvedere family wouldn't mind his intrusion. The last thing he wanted was to go to his own home and officially announce that he was indeed a Seer. He closed his eyes, an eyebrow coming down in frustration as he tried to ignore the implications of that.


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-----Peter----


Peter had reached his car, which was red with white stripes in color as he then set the boy, whom he learned was named Soran. As soon as he unlocked the passenger door Soran managed to get in before he could even say the magic words. He sighed in open thought he he ran to the driver's side and got in and started up the car.

He then heard an address to go to and he raised an eyebrow in question as he explained. "Dunno why these things you say makes sense but alright. Hold on." As Peter said this he started to drive out of the school parking lot. "Alright we are so out of here!" He said as he drove on towards the address Soran gave him.

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After several minutes Peter drove towards the Belvedere driveway. "We're here." He stated as he looked around to find a spot to park in and started to do so. "You surely have high end friends buddy. What are these guys rich or something?"

-----Jonathan----


Jonathan could feel her stare upon him and Kilia's Mother explained further on what a guardian does for a seer. At the mention that he made his spell mostly on impulse, and that he has to work on refining his spell as it'll be the only spell to use to free Kilia from any possessions in the future, almost lit some of his warning bells in his head. She went on to explain further he's Kilia's one and only guardian. "Which means we virtually have no freaking backup." he thought in his head. The Grey Knight, who was standing behind Jonathan at that distinct moment, moaned in despair at the news as well, Jonathan didn't bother to acknowledge or yell at it for the moment, they couldn't see him so he can complain all he wants.

Jonathan continued to hear the explanation, which was basically wrapping up his role and that essentially, there's no turning back from it all now. He only nodded his head in understanding as Mrs. Linovahle then made her exit before saying the rest is up to him and Kilia. That was the only part that confused him. He was about to ask further on about it before Kilia started to talk to him.

"No need to apologize. I'm sure your mother did mean well Kilia." He stated as he simply stretched his legs. He also stretched his arms, in which he made a well aimed punch at the Grey Knight's head. The Grey Knight clutched his head in pain before glaring and vanishing. Jonathan sighed. "So I guess it's official then huh?"

At her confirmation he decided to ask Kilia the question that's been bugging him. "What did she mean by the rest is up to us? I'm slightly confused by that."

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"We're here."

Peter's voice filled the car and Soran looked up from his deep musing. He watched as the car pulled up to a house that looked almost like his own, but smaller. He bit his lip as he reached for the handle of the car door, Is this alright? I hope they don't mind my sudden arrival... I mean, it's not like the families are all 'buddy buddy' with each other he thought to himself. He was feeling rather gloomy as he stepped out of the car.

"You surely have high end friends buddy. What are these guys rich or something?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Soran muttered in response. He walked up with Peter to a man that looked to be a part of the house. His attire certainly said he was. Screams were echoing from the house, giving Soran pause to continue. He wondered what was going on, but as the man who stood talking on the cell phone didn't seem bothered by the noise, the young Seer figured it may be a normal thing.

He frowned, wincing slightly. Even so, he still thought it better than going back to his own place, "Well... here goes nothing," he said to no one in particular.

"I understand perfectly sir, I will do whatever you wish."

Wonder what that was all about.

The man -whom Soran thought was a butler at first- turned and addressed them finally, "Master Reigailia, tis a pleasure, I am Grayson, Master Belvedare's Guardian, my master and his son Tristan are not at home, but I do expect them here shortly, is there anything I could help you with."

"Eh... umm..." Soran glanced over to Peter but before he could formulate any sort of answer, a car drove up behind them and it unloaded a flock of girls. This startled Soran even more and he froze. It wasn't like he was afraid of girls or anything, he just wasn't very good with them, especially in packs of more than two. He watched them in shock as they all passed by to head to the house.

Oh... God... dig me a grave now... just end it, Soran thought with a heavy sigh. One of the girls smiled at him though, she had braces and he felt slightly obliged to smile back, so he did. Soran waved a bit too to try to calm his own nerves and make things a little less awkward.

"I am sorry about that, I shouldn't be so rude but I can guess why you are here, would you like to come inside for some tea."

"You're pretty good to know why we're here," Soran answered back, then ran his hand through his hair, "Sorry... Um. Thanks, I guess. Yeah, I came because... well I've been- er was- possessed by a God. Said his name was Yakosa, a war god," Soran trembled at the memory. His body shuddered and he quickly took a deep breathe to regain himself, "It's... Hard to let my family know. I'm sure you and the Belvedere family know how mine is on this whole matter. Seeing as they want my brother a Seer instead," Soran muttered the last part as his gaze dropped off to the side of the graveled driveway.

"Anyway," he looked up and tried a smile, "Thanks for the hospitality, Grayson. I look forward to meeting the rest of the family. It'll be interesting to see Mr. Belvedere and his son."


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"No need to apologize. I'm sure your mother did mean well Kilia."

Kilia dipped her head down, feeling her cheeks flushing a bit as she sat there, her fingers curling into small fists on her knees. Slowly she nodded in agreement, "Yeah, she did."

"So I guess it's official then huh?"

Looking over, at him she nodded her head. With a bit of a sigh, she answered as she smiled at him as warmly as she could, "Yes. It's... official."

"What did she mean by the rest is up to us? I'm slightly confused by that." Robin asked.

"Oh... that," Kilia sighed again as she dropped her gaze to the floor, "It's tradition for most of the families. It's been done for years. Some families are more extreme than others," she said as she lifted her eyes to where her mother had disappeared to, "Basically what she meant is that everything else we have to learn on our own. We have to teach ourselves how to fight the Gods and protect the people while protecting ourselves. She's only given us the necessitates. And that's all we'll ever get. From here on out... it's really up to you and I to figure things out.

"Though I seriously disagree. There's got to be better ways to do things. I mean, we're not in the old days anymore! I think we should be working together with the other families, but that's not her belief. I also believe that not all the Gods are evil like she thinks they are, but..." Kilia's voice had gotten slightly emotional so she stopped herself. Taking a deep, calming breathe, she leaned back in the couch cushions, "Well, whatever. It is what it is. I mean, it really is up to us so..."

She trailed off. Hopefully Robin didn't think she was crazy... she blushed a little at the thought.


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-----Peter----


Peter had followed Soran to the front door of the house when he saw another car pull up and open to let out a gaggle of Girls. "Oh my GOSH! We're surrounded by girls!! This is insanity!!!" Peter thought in his head as sweat drops formed on his own forehead in severe worry. How many were there?! Soran had hidden behind him in slight fear and terror of them. Peter was at most, surprised by his reaction at that. "Wow, that was very interesting." He said out loud.

He then heard the Head guardian of this family invite them inside for refreshments. "Huh? Tea? If you got Herbal Tea I'll drink that stuff." Peter said trying to be open and friendly as best as he could as Soran explained the business end of why they were here. He smiled to himself how well he tried to be formal and friendly at the same time. "Well Soran, let's not sit out here like a barrel of wet fish! Let's go in!"


-----Jonathan----


Jonathan listened very very carefully to Kilia as she responded to his statements and question. She talked on how it was tradition to find out on their own how to best fight off the gods and protect her from it. "Wow, that's a lot on the plate, but doable." He stated before she suddenly went up in a small mini-rant.

He listened to her talk about there should be a better way to handle things and such of the like before she talked more absurdly that not all gods are evil. "I only wish the good ones had better control of the others." He said more to himself as she continued on before stopping and just resigning to her original answer and then blushed a bit. That usually means one thing in his book. She thinking that now he thinks she was crazy.

"If only I can admit that people actually think I'm crazy at times." he thought to himself as he looked around the living room looking at all the nick nacks present. His eyes fell upon however, a portrait of a familiar figure, clad in grey armor, holding his sword aloft as if ready to do battle. He got up to take a closer look. "Hmm, interesting portrait of the Grey Knight you got hanging there. My family has some of the original rough sketches, although, not one to say such things, with him being directly my ancestor and all."

"Doh, come on Robin! It's not that horrible is it?!" The "spirit" said as Jonathan turned to Kilia with a bit of a small confident smile. The spirit sighed knowing that he'll try to ignore the fact he's even talking to him before vanishing just like that.

"So then, I suppose then the first thing we need to figure out is living arrangements and then a schedule for training and improvement of spells and physical strength." Jonathan said, "Of course I might have to also probably teach you how to fight too. Hopefully that isn't too much of a problem.

"And probably, once we've figured all that out, we can then, maybe figure out something fun to do. Since we need to probably be friends and all" Jonathan finished before taking a huge breath. He nearly talked himself to death for a moment. Never before had he tried to talk business and try to sound proper at the very same time. He also realized he was talking to a girl who he has to watch over for the rest of his life. His face turned slightly pink when he realized this.

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"You don't have to say anymore, you could have probably just knocked, nobody ever fucking knocks in this house."

Soran was slightly taken aback as the boy suddenly drew open the door and faced him with a frown on his face. The young blonde haired seer watched him for a while, unsure of what to say next. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come and bother him. Still, Soran couldn't help it. It was another Seer, someone else to talk to that could share in his experience. A sigh left the taller boys lips, making Soran lift an eyebrow.

"For a Reigailia, your kinda not what I expected, yeah I know who your family is, haven't the pleasure though of meetin any of you. Well come in, there is no use for you standing in the hallway."

Soran blushed at this, Not what you expected?! What were you expecting?! Soran thought to himself. He wanted to voice those thoughts as well, but the other Seer didn't give him time to do so as he pulled the door wider and stepped inside the bedroom.

"Close it after you come in, or we won't get any privacy. I just guessing that you turned 20 today too, so you have some clue about what happens on days like these. Maybe I am just more upset than I need to be about it. Well maybe not upset...I don't really know how to describe how I am feeling actually."

Slowly, Soran moved into the room closing the door as he was asked as well. He limped slightly, his thigh cramping up as he tried to work out the muscle once more though it burned. He watched as the boy cleared off a spot on a chair near the bed and moved over to it once it was cleaned to sit upon. Listening to the young Seer's words made Soran frown. He knew what the other boy meant though. It was the same for him really.

"I guess I should introduce myself, since I just started talking to you like we were acquainted, I am Tristan, so what else did you want to talk about."

Soran slowly took his seat, positioning himself just right so as to let his leg rest, but not stretch the burned skin. After he was seated he looked up at Tristan and smiled softly, "I'm Soran. I... I guess I just wanted to talk a little. Anything really," his gaze dropped Why is this so hard? he thought to himself. Usually he was very bright and easy to talk to other people, but for some reason it was very hard in the presence of the other boy.

"U-um," he stuttered again. Have to stop doing that he chided himself, "I was possessed earlier today. It was... so strange and painful," Soran muttered the last part, "Do you think it's like that all the time? I hope not, I don't know if I'll be able to survive that sort of thing again. I also want to apologize, for just showing up here at your home. Its just that I really don't want to go back to my own house. The family is... not easy to get along with. I'm sure they already know that I'm a Seer whereas my brother is not."

Soran sighed and leaned back against the chair. He tilted his head back where he stared at the ceiling of the bedroom for a while before looking back at Tristan, "Sorry, probably shouldn't dump this on you, I'm sure you have enough to worry about and deal with as it is. Your house is... kinda crazy," Soran laughed a bit as he said that hoping to not offend the other boy.




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"Wow, that's a lot on the plate, but doable." Robin said before Kilia went off on her tangent. She blushed a bit at the thought that he was willing to do so much with someone he'd just met too.

"I only wish the good ones had better control of the others."

Slowly she nodded in agreement to his statement.

"Hmm, interesting portrait of the Grey Knight you got hanging there. My family has some of the original rough sketches, although, not one to say such things, with him being directly my ancestor and all."

"You're his ancestor?" Kilia about came out of her seat as he was looking at one of the pictures on the vanity. She watched him with wide eyes, awe and shock rushing through her, "Honestly I'd always thought that to be a myth of sorts. That's so amazing," she muttered to herself.

"So then, I suppose then the first thing we need to figure out is living arrangements and then a schedule for training and improvement of spells and physical strength. Of course I might have to also probably teach you how to fight too. Hopefully that isn't too much of a problem. And probably, once we've figured all that out, we can then, maybe figure out something fun to do. Since we need to probably be friends and all."

Kilia was taken aback at first as he told her everything that he had in mind. Wow, so fast to adapt she thought to herself. She admired that actually. Kilia herself wasn't all that great at taking a situation and adapting to it like that. She couldn't quite get her mind wrapped around his words as she was marveling at how quickly he put things together. Kilia stared at him for quite sometime before it all sank in.

"W-wait! You want... t-too train me?" Kilia stood then, her hands raising up as she watched him with wide eyes, her heart pounding hard in her chest, "I-I... Robin... I really... I really don't know," she started to pace then, wringing her wrists and biting her lower lip.

Shaking her head she calmed herself, "I... I will try," she resigned herself quickly. It was probably for the best anyway. Besides, he was going to find out soon enough that she wasn't all that great at fighting at all, "In any case, I do hope that we'll be friends," she smiled brightly, trying to ignore her writhing nerves about the prospect of fighting.
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-----Peter----


Peter was in utter shock about the explanation given to him. He actually almost thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets when he saw the demonstration Grayson pulled with his abilities. The teapot suddenly started to have steam coming out of its spout. "That is a neat mind bending trick." He stated as he grabbed the herbal tea bag and set it by the teapot. "Alright, so you're saying I need to improvise on my opponents when they come? That sounds easy enough, though control might be easier said then done I'm unsure."



-----Jonathan----


"If he's a Myth then I'm a figment of your imagination." Jonathan replied to Kilia when she talked about the grey knight. "Though granted some bits of his story have gotten lost in the mix or exaggerated. He smiled after stating that and then he let everything he told her on their next move on the whole thing.

She seemed shocked and a bit nervous about being trained on how to fight. "Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed." He could tell she was trying to not show her nervousness about training with him.

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" He asked in a polite calm voice.

"You could always sleep in her room." The grey knight's voice said in his head. This "Spirit" was making too many freaking visits today. And it was starting to annoy Jonathan to a point. Jonathan went to the couch to sit down and to try and relax for a few moments until Kilia gave him an answer on the particular subject.

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"Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed."

Kilia stumbled a bit. He was serious about this. He really wanted to train her to fight. The young Seer was no fighter at all. She didn't even like the idea at all. If anything she could maybe protect him from harm, but as far as fighting went, she was so not good at it and not even all that driven to do so.

"I... I... Robin. I... just don't know..." Kilia tried to voice her position but she also realized that he was going to be depending on her. If it was anything, she didn't like disappointing someone who depended on her. Finally, she released a sigh and reached up to run her fingers through her hair.

"Alright, I'll do my best Robin. It's just that, I'm really not a fighter and I don't like the idea at all."

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" Robin switched topics then and she was somewhat relieved except then she had to figure out their sleeping arrangements. She supposed it was the practical thing to do because he was now her Guardian and should she ever need him, he'd have to be close by.

"Uh... um... well," she glanced around then it hit her, "I do have extra rooms upstairs. Come, I'll show you. It is getting rather late isn't it and I'm sure that you're tired by now," she began rambling like she always did and started towards the stair case that was down the hall where her mother had disappeared off to earlier. Taking the steps one at a time, she led him up to the second level of the house and down the dimly lit hall.

Stopping at a door, she opened it up to their spare bedroom. It had once belonged to her brother, "Here. You can stay in here. It's right next to my room," she motioned to the room in question which was to their left, "This used to be my brothers room. Anyhow. You can stay here. I hope it's alright."


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"God I hope not," Tristan said to the remark that Soran had made about the possession being awful. The blonde Seer nodded in agreement.

"So that other guy, he is your guardian."

"Yeah. He is," Soran sighed a bit, though he was grateful for the other boy, he was a bit saddened by it too. The kid was now stuck with him for the rest of his life, protecting Soran whether he wanted to or not, "It sucks that he has to do this though."

"Wait your brother, they wanted him instead of you, I don't know you seem perfectly capable of handling yourself, unless you are a figment of my imagination and didn't survive your first possession."

To this, Soran yet again blushed, his gaze widening as he looked up at Tristan. He was unsure of how to answer this and instead just sat there staring at the other boy in shock. Was that a compliment? he thought to himself. He was unsure of how to go about this now. First of all, the boy was rather good looking and second he sort of was Soran's type. He bit his lip to keep from thinking too much into it. He hardly knew the other Seer!

"My family is...kinda crazy too," Tristan laughed too as he agreed with Soran.

The blonde Seer was finally knocked out of his trance at the sound, though the sound alone almost put him back into it. He smiled too, his face burning slightly as he fought back the blush. Reaching up he ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. I know what you mean. A-anyway, umm..." here we go again, damn it Soran cleared his throat.

Feeling that he'd probably overstayed his visit he stood up only to fall back down into the chair with a hiss of pain, his fingers reaching down to clutch the burning wound, "Ow... ow," he muttered to himself, wincing with a frown. He glowered at his leg, cursing it inwardly, "Sorry... I don't mean to be such a burden. Anyway, I should probably get going to have it looked at. It was really nice to meet you. I," he stumbled as he lifted his gaze to Tristan, "I hope we can meet again soon," he offered a smile.

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-----Peter----


Peter Poured himself a cup of herbal tea and started to drink it whilst he was thinking. "Hmm." He said to himself. "Well, I know I fought a god with a title and status. What happens if a lesser known deity decides to pick a fight? Or do they just usually run like the sissies you claim them to be?"

His question was slightly legitimate in its nature. But he wasn't sure if it was exactly appropriate in its execution. "No offense to any that are sissies, I just feel like when I fight something it's a bit more fun having to be attacked."

-----Jonathan----


Jonathan could tell Kilia was nervous about fighting lessons. He'll probably not only need baby steps on that subject, he is going to need to put training wheels on her after she's learned the basics!! What more can he do?

"Eh, least it's a start of a very beautiful friendship!" The Grey Knight stated as Jonathan sighs as he then hears Kilia mention several guest rooms. He sighs in relief of the slight distraction. He followed her up the stairs as he looked at more different stuff in the house, and then he finally approached the room she designated as his.

"Your Brother's? Wow did he like, move out or something?" He asked in an incredibly honest voice. He never saw a room so ordinary as this, it's as if the brother picked all of the valuables in here before he moved out or something along those lines.

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"You're hurt. Why didn't you mention it? Please just sit there, I will get something to help."

Soran bit his lip as he did as he was told, glaring at his leg. Forgot about that... he cursed himself as he sat there, one hand gripping the leg just above the burn wounds. The door opened again and Tristan walked back in with a box in hand. The young blonde Seer was sure that it was a first aid kit of sorts. He eyed it for a moment before looking back to the dark haired boy who knelt down next to him.

"Um... Can you roll up your pant leg...or um something." Tristan's face was starting to color and once Soran noticed, so did his.

Glancing down at his leg he tilted his head off to the side. To roll the pant leg up all the way to his thigh was near impossible. The next thought was even worse. Taking them off. Soran paused for a moment. The silence hung between them, growing more awkward by the second. Finally, the blonde Seer cleared his throat.

"U-um... I... I could tear it, I suppose. Or you could wrap it on the outside of the pant leg... Well I guess that would defeat the purpose hu? I don't think taking them off would be a good idea," his voice squeaked a bit at the last few words and he turned away quickly, fussing with his hair as he cleared his throat.

"I-I mean, not that it would be be a bad idea or anything, but well... Um. H-here," he finally muttered and reached over to the torn pant leg and tugged at it. It took a moment, but finally the fabric ripped under his grip and he pulled it apart gently so that Tristan could get to the wound properly. Damn it all to hell... what's wrong with me? This is ridiculous, I'm acting like a freaking girl. he chided himself and swallowed dryly.

"There," he said after clearing his throat for the second time, "Is that alright?" he gestured to the larger hole he'd made in the jeans.


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"Your Brother's? Wow did he like, move out or something?"

Kilia reached up and ran a few fingers through her hair as she frowned slightly, "Sort of, I guess."

She recalled the time when her brother had hit his twentieth cycle and the family had found out that he was not a Seer. Kilia had been very young at the time and so she didn't remember much about him. All she could remember was a soft voice, a warm smile and hands that used to pat her head often. Then it was gone, almost in an instant.

"I didn't know him very well, so to me you could say this is a guest room. But, feel free to use anything that's in there, though there's not much."

Her eyes grew wide for a moment, "Hey, what about your family Robin? What are they going to think when they notice you haven't come home yet?" she eyed him with worry in her gaze, hoping that he would be alright in either respect.


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The eyes with pupils glanced around quickly. People were staring at him. Shaking his head, Rethyn turned left at the corner of the street as he looked for a way to get off the street. It had only been a few days since the car crash. At least it only felt like a few days since the crash, but now everything was different.

Spotting a nearby alley way Rethyn quickly ducked into it. Moving along at a rather quick pace away from the entrance he was rather glad to be out of public. Nobody really liked his face. Well, his face was a mask to them, but it was all the same as both displayed appearances right? Exhaling he tried not to think about it as it only made him more frustrated with everything.

Stopping in the dead center of the alleyway something felt right. A certain aura to this area felt right, it called him to come forth but it moved.

"Kazar?" He thought to himself wishfully.

Within the shadows he felt the the aura. It was semi close to him being a quarter of a mile away from where he stood in the alleyway. Nodding to himself he knew it would be worth the jump. However, at the same time he knew he would tire himself a little in doing so. But that was worth the risk of not having to follow the aura anymore.

Exhaling Rethyn placed his hand gently on his gas mask for a moment. It was no rubber one rather a strapped on one of which had straps on the sides. Looking downwards he took in one last inhale before starting the teleportation to the east of his current location. With a quick wap! like sound Rethyn vanished from the alleyway.

Reappearing on top of what seemed to be a home, Rethyn looked down to feel the aura just below him. This is the closest he had gotten to the aura since he had awoken. Deep within he felt an excitement of which he felt he had not had in such a long time. Slowly stepping across the roof, Rethyn looked for a way to get off it and into the home.

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-----Peter----


Peter was left alone by himself as he drank his tea. Nothing seemed to break the calm, if not controlled chaos. He half wondered what the two seers were talking about upstairs, but before he could think on that thought further, he half thought he heard some form of noise. It sounded like nothing at first, but it sounded like something was on the roof. Or some one. if it was some form of prowler Peter decided to give the person an incredibly warm welcome.

Moving for the fireplace he slowly got ready to summon a fire spear to hurl upwards. The notion it might be a burglar highly irked him to the point of anger.

-----Jonathan----


Jonathan was setting a small backpack that held the majority of his spare clothing and was pulling them out to organize them. He then heard Kilia worry about his family's well being and/or if he was expected back home. Home, that was a word he hasn't heard in a long long time. He left the home of his Parent's after Graduating high school and was on his own ever since.

Should he tell her that? "Well, I could tell her without raising a lot of questions in her head." he thought. If he could do that, then that should put her mind at ease. But what if she pried further? What if she figured out about his former night job? The job he knew he had to force retire from after taking the Guardian job. What if she hates him for doing it? And worse, what if she found out he's seeing something only he could see and can't explain what it is?

"I'll be fine Kilia. I moved out of my Parents after high school. My home was mostly my Motorbike and whatever I stopped at for the night." He explained. "So this is the first homely place I've been to."

"Check out the bed Robin!" The Grey Knight shouted whilst resting on said bed before vanishing. Jonathan sighs whilst getting the last few bits of clothing sorted and organized. Some spare clothing! Looked more like pajamas and only spare pants and several shirts, along with only two pairs of socks. His clothing availability was disappointing at best. Hopefully he could find a way to get more clothing soon.

Jonathan scratched his head in thought of how to use the rest of his newfound space. "What to do now?" He wondered aloud to himself.

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Rethyn brought his hands into his pockets as he started walking towards Greyson. All of the teleporting and roaming this day had him a little tired. This was made apparent from Rethyn's loud breathing through his gas mask as he caught his breath. The young man seemed to take his time as he walked towards Grayson.

Finally catching his breath, Rethyn stopped just in front of Greyson as he asked very bluntly.

"Where's Kazar?"


Several thoughts were racing through his mind as he spoke to Greyson. Had they kidnapped her? It would explain the barrier he teleported past. However he didn't have enough evidence to make such a rash claim. He would for now play it off very calmly and as normal as he possible could. Sadly though he knew inside he failed in that department. Nobody had looked normally at him since his return.

And of course within his pocket he had his right hand on the hilt of his serrated knife. A pro-caution just in case things went very south. In anticipation Rethyn kept his grey-blue eyes upon Greyson as he awaited his answer. Through the thick plastic glass of the gas mask Greyson would be able to see the grey blue eyes of Rethyn. Just like his sister's eyes there were no pupils.