Retipuj

The sun was rising from the far distance. Its light danced happily on the island of the cursed humans and warmed everything up. The trees, the water, the houses...all turned into a light yellow under the sun rays but the silence from last night was still lingering around, not wanting to leave yet. A few persons had woken up from their slumbers and were now preparing to begin their daily activities. All in all, the scene reminded everyone of a peaceful kingdom in the early mornings and no-one would have guessed this was the cursed part of the world if they hadn't been told about the situation yet.

On a high tower in the centre of the city, pale, long fingers touched the window frame slightly and the owner let out a heavy sigh. Dark, brown eyes took in hungrily the scene in front of them as if they would never have the chance to witness it again. The pair of eyes trailed from houses to houses and from trees to trees. Another sigh escaped him. Oh, how he loved his people. How he loved this place. These were his people, his family, his whole life. He would die to protect them all. Forcefully torn his eyes away from the scene, he looked at his own room. His room was simple but elegant. On the white wall were some paintings. The paintings were not beautiful, they all showed stick figures, holding hands and laughing merrily. Kura's eyes softened as he looked at them. These were the pictures drawn by the children in the Academy and they were perfect in Kura's eyes.

His eyes locked on a specific object on the table and he picked it up. It was a file of a girl - a very special girl. Kura's eyes narrowed and he let out a snort in disgust before throwing the file away. It crashed into the wall and touched the ground with a soft thump. This, this girl was supposed to be the one to destroy them all? This girl had the power to destroy everything he had worked so hard to create? He slammed his fist to the table, his face showed uncontrollable fury. He whispered darkly and let out a growl "If God turns her back on us, we will turn our backs on the rest of this pathetic world..."

He turned his head and studied his reflection on a mirror on his right. His face had twisted into a mask of anger and his body was tensed, like it was ready to attack at any moment. It was a terrifying sight. A boy about 15 years old stood there, trembling with ungodly hatred. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Kura leaned against the table and ran a hand through his long hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

His attempt was not in vain. His body had begun to relax slightly and the tension left just a little but it was still a progress. He rubbed his sore eyes tiredly, the circles were visible, indicated that he hadn't had many good sleeps lately. He had stayed up late, preparing. He prepared for the war, for his people, for his spies, for...everything. It was beginning to exhaust himself and he knew that his power would run out pretty soon. He needed another human to take their youths...soon.

He took another deep breath and closed his eyes to concentrate. He felt his power decreased slowly and his body began to grow older and older until he reached his twenties. The young man opened his eyes and looked at his surrounding again. Now, in this state of mind, he found that his anger was very childish. He shouldn't have lost his control like that. He should have thought more clearly before he acted like a five-year-old boy. Picking up the file from the floor, Kura turned the page and touched the photo of the girl slightly. Isis Mathari - she. His face darkened slightly but it did not show any other emotions and he made his way out of his room. He had a meeting with his best people right now and then he would visit the Academy later. He should make haste. There was no use in sitting here, brooding and doing nothing about the obvious threat his people were facing.

He glanced at the beautiful scene outside the tower he was living and he nodded his head, silently promised to himself. He would make his people happy. Even if it was the last thing he did in his life. He closed the door softly behind him and straightened his shoulder. He would not show his weaknesses in front of his own people. They needed him to stay strong. He walked to his office and nodded his head when he heard his assistant greeted him respectfully. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the ban of all leaders - paperwork that needed to be signed and read. Would anyone mind reminding him why he chose this job on the first place again?

He shook his head. Well, normally, his betas would be the ones that helped him do this but since they all went away for their missions, he would have to deal with this all by himself. He stopped in front of his head assistant and ordered her shortly "Call in Miss Elakida Starkin, Mister Jake Dahlquis and Mister Castille D'Alnei for me, Maddie...I need them here in 10 minutes for a meeting...tell them to come here quick...I have a mission for them all..." The assistant nodded and pushed her glasses a little. She replied "...of course, Kura sir...I will send your messages to them immediately..."

Kura muttered a small 'thanks' before walking into his office. He sat on the chair and ran a hand through his hair again. He wondered how his betas were doing right now. He hoped they hadn't been caught with their latest missions. It would be a great lost to the whole community. Taking a sip from the tea cup his assistant had been so kind and provided him, Kura let his mind wander again. Finally, he put the tea cup on the table and picked up a paper, began reading. Well, he had better start his work now. Sometimes, he really hated waiting.

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Jake Dahlquis

Jake was sitting in a chair at a café.
He was surrounded with people that all had arrived to hear him play his guitar.
He enjoyed seeing the people around him in a great mood, and it worked just as it had been given to him aswell.
As he were playing people started finding seats and buying things in the café just to have a reason to stay there.
When he had played for a little while he stopped.
Then he heard that people around him started sighning and started walking home.
He gave the guitar a spin and decided started playing again.

Half an hour later he walked to another café and ordered a drink and some breakfast. He quiclky ended up in a talk about how good they had it under Kura's rule.
None in that discussion had a doubt. If it weren't for Kura they would all still be slaves.
As they were all joking, smiling and just having a good time, Jake thought of something. If it were not for Kura he would still be a slave in the Crossed's society.
So after all it were just repaying a favor that he now was a soldier for Kura.

At the time he walked home again he were met by an messenger.
She said that Kura wanted to talk to him and he should meet at Kura's office as soon as possible.
Jake slung his guitar onto his back and walked home.
As soon as he got home he prepared for the meeting and found his sword again.
He took it in it's holder at his side and then teleported to the tower.
He arrived and walked over to the door, knocked and walked in.
There he saw Kura sitting at a table, reading something.
"You wanted to see me Sir ?"

Elakida Starkin

Elakida Starkin grumbled as she made her way to Kura's office. She'd been guarding the cake she made for her younger brother, Dresnan's birthday from the others, when a messenger came to tell her Kura the Unaged wanted to see her. The cake was probably crumbs now. Hands in her overcoat pockets, Elakida made her way over to Kura's office. If it had been anyone else, the cake would still be guarded, but Elakida owed Kura one. She didn't like to talk about why, though, not even to her brothers. She spotted the building and walked in, ignoring Kura's assistant, Maddie. She climbed the steps and came to a stop. She opened the door of Kura's office and stepped inside.

The first thing Elakida saw was Kura reading a book. Then she saw a man standing in the room. She stepped forward so she was in line with him. Elakida was pretty sure his name was Jake... Yes, he was an Assassin. He was one of the very few assassin's she didn't criticize. She raised an eyebrow. This would be important is he was here. She looked to Kura. "You asked for me?" She asked.

Isis Mathari

There was a long silence, and then the hairdresser stepped back, admiring his work. "How does that look, milady. Is that alright by you?"

After a precursory look at her hair - she knew what it was going to look like, since it was perfectly the same every single time - Isis smiled at the hairdresser. "Thank you very much, Pauson. I really appreciate you coming all this way just to help me redo my hair." She started to get up, and Pauson hastily stepped forward and helped her remove the apron and dust her off without actually touching her - a task that he managed to accomplish with great success.

Watching him do so - and the great formality that he had shown her during the course of the treatment - created a cold stone at the bottom of Isis' stomach, one that she was fairly sure that she wouldn't be able to get rid of anytime soon. Still, she couldn't let that affect how she acted. She gave Pauson another smile. "Thank you again, and I hope that you have enough time to stay for dinner tonight? We're going to be having a more private affair, but you're welcome to join us."

Pauson ducked his head and murmured some excuse, before bowing and taking his exit. Isis watched him go, the smile fading from her eyes.

She turned to the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair, a bit faded before, was now pure black again, a black that reflected almost no light and brought a darker look to the baby-faced, young goddess. For a moment, the image flashed, and she saw herself with white hair. She considered reaching up and touching her hair - that would restore it in less than a moment - but that would waste all Pauson's effort, and besides, she, of all people, couldn't go around looking like a child.

With a small sigh, Isis turned away from the mirror and walked out of the hairdressing room. She made her way over to her own, private quarters, giving light smiles and warm welcomes as she did so. When she reached her room, she took a moment to fix her clothes and then walked out onto the balcony. It was one of the highest points in the mansion - castle really, but for modesty's sake, it was called a mansion - and it gave her a perfect view over the city that she had to protect. One of hundreds. Many times, Isis had wondered if her room had been built there on purpose, so that she would always be able to see her people and so that she would never be able to forget what she owed to them.

Something like gloom settled over her for a moment, but then she shook it off, pushing it to the side of her mind. She smiled down at the people who could see her from the mansion grounds. Visitors came all the time, either for business or just to see her. Not all of them got to, security being an issue, but many of them did.

Finally, she turned away from the balcony and walked back into her room, closing the balcony's double doors behind her. Checking the grandfather clock in the corner, she saw that she had about half an hour before she should start her training. There weren't that many options... but she could have a little something to eat and maybe have a little conversation. She strolled out of her room and asked a passing maid - Crisri - "Excuse me? Crisi?" grabbing her attention immediately. "Would you mind asking Estelle to make me something small to eat? Anything's fine. And would you send her up here with the food when she's done?" Isis paused and then added, "Unless you're busy, of course."

Which sent up a rush of "No, no, I'm not busy at all," and "Of course, Miss Mathari, of course," before she rushed off to do Isis' bidding.

Isis watched her go, and then retreated back to her own room, sitting down at her desk on the studyish side of her room. She looked through her books and selected one to read while she was waiting for Estelle to come up with her food.

Augustus Hamelin

Augustus woke up later than usual:Ultimately he had many missions to execute and jobs to accomplish.
When he used to live far from the Civilization he used to wake up around 3.00 am or 4.00 to do his daily routine that comprhends:Hunting,gathering materials and work with his weapon.
He stood up from his little bed and looked around his room:surely it wasn't the best but enough for a man to survive.
The house is made of mainly 4 rooms:The biggest was the guest room,even if he wondered why he bought an house with such guests room when he will never have guests...
His second biggest room was his bedroom.He says that it is the greatest room made by himself because originally the house had only 3 rooms and the bed room was part of the guest room.
He has got a kitchen where he mainly use it to maintain food and for cooking.
The last room was obviously the bathroom,poor but enough for him.

The first thing he did is to visit the Bathroom.He looked himself to the Mirror...what he saw was a man with long black hair and his face covered by a short beard.
Hmmmm.....First symbols of New age Eh? He thinked while taking a dagger from his nearby backpack.

After he cleaned his face and cutted his hair he looked again in a mirror:Another man was standing there.
Since he left the forests he promised to himself to focus on what was lost: His life...during his exile he thinked how stupid was to leave a Society just for a failure or two.
He got dressed and went out to explore how this town changed since he left it:the first thing he noticed was a great "Castle" with a Tower that guards the place.
The Tower where She lives...Augustus said to himself while walking around wearing his normal clothes:Black trousers,and a white jacket.
Even with this "Revolutionary style" Augustus still wears his hat to remind to the others his habits.
Augustus had the Luck to see the little goddess retiring from the balcony.He left a shadow of a smile:After years he had enough courage to let a smile.

The next part he visited of the town were the Training grounds,where he practiced when he was at a young age.
He left a look on the practicing fighters:He doesn't know if he should enter and aid the educators or leave them.
When he noticed that a boy couldn't string his bow he decided just to aid him a little.
With some misses and too-less-attention finally the boy managed to strike the center of the range.
When he made it Augustus wasn't there anymore: He went out to explore more of the town.

The last building he had to visit was the Great Castle:He walked to the central town and looked at the Massive building.
To enter....or not to enter....

Estelle paced quickly down one of the lengthy halls of the Great Castle, the light soles of her All- Star’s barely making a sound against the carpet. She stopped abruptly in front of a set of two white doors, her eyes gleamed as she read the plastic sign that was attached to the front. Castle’s Main Kitchen. She pushed the doors open and was greeted with a blast of warm air along with drafts of a range of ingredients: Fresh bakery, cakes, pastry, several spices, savoury seasonings, aromas of cooked meat and the distinct scent of fruits and vegetables lingering in the background. All combined together was overwhelming but still had the ability to make your mouth water.

“Good morning!” Chirped Estelle happily.
Most of the cooks greeted back harmoniously with an identical phrase before returning back to their job, it was hectic in the room but the atmosphere was light and stress-free. The pink-haired girl scanned the list that was pinned to the other side of the entrance doors which highlighted the meals planned for today. She smiled gleefully, realising that there were several on the piece of paper that were unfamiliar to her. She had a knack of picking things up pretty easily but she enjoyed experimenting and the journey of learning new concepts.

Don’t think for a second that Estelle actually worked for the Castle, hell no! She had volunteered, realising that it was an opportunity to try something new; a privilege that was hardly given to her back in the Rocha residence. At first, the head chef had waved her off with the subtle words of “No, thank you,” as expected from the disciplined residents of the city. However, after seeing Estelle’s natural ability with the pan and knife, reluctantly allowed the girl to join the team where she was welcomed with open arms. It was rarity to see the elite members of the Crossed to actually communicate with the middle-class. Estelle loved to cook within the Castle’s kitchen, it was like a second home to her and the people she worked with were like a second family to her. At the back of her mind, she would’ve happily swapped the two if she had the chance but would always silence that thought whenever it arose.

The pink-haired girl tied up her hair into a messy bun and had wrapped a white apron around her waist. She went to the nearby sink where she washed her hands; dainty fingers tapped her gently on the shoulder which made her immediately turn around. Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ as she realised that it was Crisi, a maid out of the several, which Estelle often spotted bustling themselves with jobs given by the people who lived in the castle.
“Good morning, Crisi!” Said brightly, “Is there something you need?”
“Well, um, yes, actually...” Stammered the maid quietly,” Madam Mathari wishes you to prepare her something to eat – anything will do - and would like you to bring up the food yourself.”
Estelled nodding obligingly and waved goodbye as Crisi left the kitchen.
She clapped her hands together, “Let’s get to work!”

After several thoughts, Estelle concluded on making a cheesecake for Miss Mathari. She spent about half an hour with preparing the biscuit base, whisking the creamy topping and adorning the delicate cake with slices of mango and a light rain of powdery sugar. She looked at the finishing product lovingly, her chest swelled with pride. The girl hurriedly undid her apron and put it back before carefully placing the plate onto a tray; along with a knife, a spoon, a pot of tea, a sugar bowl, a pitcher of milk and a empty cup with a saucer underneath.

She headed out of the kitchen, her focus was mainly on the tray and trying not to drop it. Estelle eventually made it in front of Isis’s sleeping quarters. She carefully opened the large doors with her back and backside before quietly pushing it shut behind her.
“Good morning, Miss Mathari!” Said the pink-haired girl cheerfully, “The weather is amazing today, don’t you think?”
She placed the tray on her desk, making sure that she didn’t put it over any documents or books. Afterwards, she remained standing with a beaming smile on her face.

“You hair looks lovely today, madam,” commented Estelle dreamily as she admired the long dark locks.

Kura smiled gently when he saw the ones he had called came to his office one by one. Well, they sure were fast. He didn't even have to wait that long. It was a good start. He put down the report on the table and took another sip of his tea before beckoned them to come inside. Contradict to the crossed's belief, he was not a heartless man or a cruel tyrant. He had his flaws, that was true but he wasn't merciless. He only acted when his community could have the benefits out of his actions.

He gestured them to sit down in front of him and said warmly "Good morning, Cassie, Amzy, Jake...how are you today?" He pushed a cookie tray forward and offered "do you want to eat something? my assistant has been very kind and made us some cookies..." He drank his tea and sat there in silence, observing their reactions.

Dahl or Jake, one of his most talented assassin, the one Kura had rescued from the fate of being a slave was...curious to say the least. He's very easy to befriend and eager to finish his job. Kura considered him as a son and a very useful asset to his plan. Of course, if it wasn't necessary, he would never want to take advantages of the man since to Kura, it would be like he was taking advantages of his own family, a thing he just couldn't stand. He nodded his head and greeted Jake. He asked him kindly "so, Jake...how did your last mission go? any complications or new, powerful enemies that I should know about?..." He grinned and poured a cup of tea for him "...I heard that you stayed up late last night...sharpening your sword if my information is correct..." He scowled worriedly "I thought I have told you not to stay up late before, haven't I? I will be very worried if you're sick, you know..."

He turned his head and faced the next person. Amzy. His daughter-like figure. He shrugged his shoulder and gave her another tea cup. "...what about you, Amzy? anyone gives you troubles lately?...the crossed have been quite restless since your last attacked, my dear...good job..." The longer Kura observed Amzy, the more he realized that she was still mourning for her brother's dead. The poor dear. He touched his heart and sighed softly. Well, he guessed losing a family member was never an easy thing to cope up with. Even until now, his heart was still bleeding for his dead loved ones.

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus on the task at hand. He couldn't lose his focus now. He gave a Cassie as smile, realizing the boy must be very nervous about meeting him and so, he would try to make the boy as comfortable as possible. The boy was a part of his family now. "Do you have troubles adjust to this island, Cassie? I know that some of the fallen might find it difficult to live such a hard life like we're living...no good food, no warm bed and...stuffs like that" He shrugged his shoulder and said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He offered once again, trying to be the kind leader the boy needed "if you have troubles, you can come to me or any other skulled...we'll try to help you as best as we can..."

He leaned back against the chair and turned serious finally, his eyes became sharp and calculated. He began and put three files in front of the teens "...you see, Jake, Amzy, Cassie...we might have some troubles...I just received an urgent message from our stealers yesterday...they're facing a very powerful enemies...a crossed that can cancel a skulled's power and therefore, they haven't been able to steal any food for the past 3 weeks no matter how hard they tried...I become...quite worried about it...in the message, they stated that they had lost some people..." He stopped, leaving a slight pause, a way of paying respect for the lost. Finally, he continued "...food is never easy to find and thus, with this new enemy, our people might be hunger, sick or death...the injured might not have the precious food they need...the Academy children might be starved...simply put, this matter cannot continue any further...we have begun to suffer because of the new crossed..." He gritted his teeth and said firmly "He needs to be put out of this game. I will not allow any harm to befall upon my people because of a crossed...He needs to be dead..." He said finally.

Searching for their interactions, Kura allowed his body to relax slightly and he began again, this time his tone had softened and dropped into a sad tone "...it pains me greatly because of our lost...our children...our brothers, sisters, friends, family are dying out there...this is a war...a war that can bring us to our true position....we cannot afford to lose it...we need to survive...we need to show this world our strength...we need to make this world acknowledge us and our true position..." He turned to face Cassie and asked "I do not want to force you to do this, Cassie...you must know that you always have a choice in taking part in this mission...however, your help will be greatly appreciated...for you see...our enemy can only cancel our skulled's powers, not our crossed's powers...if you don't want to be a part of it, I understand and I will find another fallen...but I will still prefer your help, Cassie..." Well, he had tried his best. Now he just needed to wait for the boy's decision.

Turning his head to look at Jake and Amzy, Kura said "you always have a choice, too, Jake, Cassie...I will not force you to do what you don't want to do...this is not a fair battle...this enemy might capture you...might kill you...and they have better advantages than us...you cannot use your power when you face him..." He raised a hand to stop them from saying anything and pointed at the files in front of the three of them "...before you give me your decisions...please read the reports I laid in front of you...you will be able to understand our situation better that way...and when you finish reading it, give me your final words..." He folded his arms in his lap and waited for them patiently to read it.

Jake Dahlquis

Jake took the cup of tea and leaned against a wall as he started reading the report.
"Well the last mission went smooth and easy. Let's just say they won't bother you again." he said as he grinned a bit.
The more he read from the report the more he realized it could easily be the end to this new life of his.
He took a sip of the tea before he answered Kura's question.
"Well sir. You can count me in. Always wanted to see how the Crossed's main city looked. Besides, if the person's ability is so great, the person will probably be so full of himself that he won't have guards with him, cause he thinks that without our powers we're nothing. And about the sword, well....I know I shouldn't stay up most night to sharpen it, but we can't have that when i chop his head off it stops halfway through can we ?" he said as he laughed.
Then he laid the report on the table.
"So tell us when to meet up and i'll be there. Don't you worry about that."
He looked over at Castille.
"Oh yeah. Never think i've seen you around here before now. How's going ? My name's Jake, Jake Dahlquis" he said, still smiling. "So you're what they call a fallen eh ? sounds a bit evil to call you. I think it sounds better if we call you what you are now. A new member in the family. Sounds better right ? Anyway, welcome to the island Cassie." He said as he leaned against the wall again.

Elakida Starkin

Elakida smiled softly at Kura. She drank her tea before speaking.
"No one's giving me troubles, Kura." She almost added, except my brothers, but she just couldn't.
"I'm glad. Probably panicking, wondering who's next."
She looked to Castille. He was a Fallen apparently. Elakida liked the Fallen; They were Crossed who had come to help. They understood the Skulled couldn't control their powers; they just happened. Like when she accidentally created a Shadow Hound who started attacking Dresnan. OK, maybe it wasn't an accident.
As Elakida snapped back into reality, she caught Kura's question. She smiled. "Of course Kura. Whoever this guy is, we'll get them. Whatever their power." She looked to the others as Jake talked to Castille.
When he was done, she simply nodded. "Yeah, welcome to the island, Cassie. I'm Elakida Starkin."

Elakida folded her arms. She stared at Castille. Whatever he had with the Crossed wasn't her business, so she got that thought out of her head. She turned to Jake. He was an expert assassin, amazingly agile and very swift. Elakida had always respected him.

Isis's head came up immediately when she heard the door opening, and she slid a finger in between the pages of her book, rummaging blindly for a bookmark as she turned to face the door. Estelle had just entered, back first - a very awkward position or so it seemed to Isis - holding a tray in front of her. It was piled full, with a pot of tea, a small bowl (presumably filled with sufar or cream), a pitcher (probably milk), a teacup on top of a saucer, utensils (a knife and a spoon) and, in the center, a mini cheesecake that was still about eight inches across.

Her hand hit upon something feathery, and Isis grabbed it, sliding it into her book as she got up from her seat and stood up to allow Estelle more room. She was much too late to help Estelle into the room. Estelle slid the tray onto the desk carefully as Isis made to clear her desk to make the task easier for the other girl.

"Good morning," Isis said in reply, cheerfully. She glanced outside and laughed slightly. "Although, really, it's almost 'good afternoon', isn't it? And yes, the weather is quite lovely. We've been having a lot of good weather lately, haven't we?" Something flickered in her for a moment, though it didn't show on her face. "The weather crossed must be working hard." There it was again - the flicker. Still unnoticeable physically, but something did change in Isis for just a spark of a moment.

She looked down at the dish as Estelle stepped back to allow her access to the food. It looked amazing, but before she'd had a chance to really take a look, Estelle commented - almost absentmindedly, it seemed, "Your hair looks lovely today, madam."

Glancing up, Isis smiled at her, making the expression as warm as she possibly could. "Thank you." It created a warm and fuzzy feeling inside her to get a compliment, even though she was quite used to them already. "I really like your hair, too," She added, looking at Estelle's bubblegum pink hair. "Is it natural?" She asked, making sure to add a large degree of curiosity to her voice so that she wouldn't offend the other girl.

As she listened to her answer, Isis glanced at her snack - it was more like a full dessert, eight inches in diameter and beautifully decorated with slices of mangoes and powdered sugar dusted artfully over the sides and top. She wondered how she was going to eat it and digest before her workout. She took the knife and started to cut a slice out, offering it to Estelle when she'd finished.

"Would you like some?" She asked. "Please," Isis added. "There's no chance I'll be able to finish by myself." She forced the plate into Estelle's hand and gave the spoon over as well, then went over to the door to ask for another set. "Thank you ~" She called after the girl as she darted off.

Closing the door, Isis walked back over to Estelle and began to cut another piece. "If you have time after this," She said after a moment, "Maybe - you would consider coming to train with me?" She glanced at the other girl and smiled. "I'd like some company."

"Well....I say why not?"Augustus was already walking around the huge structure trying to find another entrance:Sometimes his curiosity breaks his limits and most of the time it brings nothing but problems.
He reached the secondary door.He opened it and entered inside like drinking a glass of water...finally he was inside what he never saw.

He walked around like a child,now watching this and now looking inside the rooms.For now he didn't met anybody that asked him who he was or what he was doing.
He explored all the basements and wondered what lies upstairs...again Augustus's curiosity was far greater than a monkey's:He climbed the stairs and met one of the housekeeper (if the building can be called 'house').She looked at Augustus with a little of wonder before reaching the floor.
Augustus simply looked at her with the tail of his eye:was it the end of the explorations...or just the beginning?
Anyway Augustus continued to look around himself admiring the painting and vases,sometimes leaving some silent "Oh","That's pretty" or even "I wonder where they found these things".
He walked,walked and reached a room with wide door: It was the Kitchen.
Augustus left a look from the outside to see how huge it was....It could feed all an army in a matter of Hours.
Continuing his journey Augustus noticed that the Mansion had over 100 rooms.
As last thing he decided to climb till the tower he saw the "Princess".
It was a little higher from Augustus's position: just three or four stairs above.
He looked around:"Surely this place is a real Labyrinth...Who doesn't know this place would get lost....Right...where am I?"He spoke to himself:he liked to tell to himself what he was thinking as a way to better organize his ideas.
Finally he saw a door open and the back of a Pink-haired girl.
He estimated her age:She was around 20 not more than 22:Her hairs were long,well-cared and their color were of a soft pink
Augustus could hear part of their dialogue...However she seems to be very abjourned and istinctively Augustus thought that his cover blew up...

"Heehee, you're welcome... Miss Mathari!" She replied delightedly before blinking in mild surprise when the other girl inquired about her own hair, "Haha, I'm afraid not...."
Her cheeks flushed into a scarlet colour as she continued talking, " I bleached it when I was about... fourteen or fifteen - I think - and then decided to dye it a pink. I think it was a hyper cool idea back then but I just don't like it when people look at me funny when I'm walking down the road or in a shop or something... I was like a platinum blonde before, yano! But, mada[i]. I like it, and people just can't change that!"

She finished this with a nod, as if in self-agreement, before she frowned as she saw Isis offer her a piece of the cheesecake
"Eh? Um... I'd rather not, I m-mean, I did make it for you..." Estelle said carefully, before sighing as she just couldn't resist. The desert looked to good to miss." I suppose I could have just [i]one slice. It w-would be a waste if all of it wasn't eaten..."
She thanked for the plate and spoon as it was shoved into her hands. Estelle played around with the spoon for a while, twirling it about and giggled when she saw her head upside down in the side where it was curved inwards. Once she felt the cutlery was comfortable in her pale hands, she immediately dived into the cheesecake; digging out a generous amount of cream onto the spoon. She pressed it into her mouth and immediately sank into her seat. It tasted like Heaven; the texture was just right - silky and soft - and the taste was gloriously sweet on her tongue. The mango gave it that burst of tangy goodness.

"You s-seriously, need to try this..." Stuttered Estelle," It's like totally amazi- Huh?"
She straightened up as the girl asked her about training. The concept of training hadn't crossed her thoughts for a while now, she would've gladly agreed if her mind still wasn't set on cooking those meals she saw on the list earlier. But she had not done training yesterday, she could almost imagine her limbs squeaking with rust.
And if I do it now, I might have time to do the deserts at the end of the day.
"Oh, all right! I guess I need to warm up these killer whales anyway!" She joked and playfully tensed her biceps. Her grin stretched from ear to ear. "Yes, training isn't as good unless you have other people with you!"

"Actually....removing my presence!"Augustus thought while walking back to the stairs.
It was a dangerous visit,but what he saw today removed his doubts.
He explored all the town,memorized what changed and visited the "Goddess's castle":it was a massive building,finely decorated and with a lot of house keepers,workers and alot of Services.
"I wonder if there are any Skulled here"Augustus said to himself...since he was a child it was an habit to "buy" Skulled slaves leaving the hard work for them and jobs that nor the Humans and the Crossed wants to do.
After he climbed down all the stairs he exited from where he entered and looked at a Tower-clock:it was around two o'clock.At this time Augustus would have to do something else.
"Variation of the Daily program"He said while entering in a nearby Cafè shop and ordered a cup of tea and some assorted biscuits.
When he took place he took off his hat and bought some Newspaper from a News agent shop included in the Cafè.
When he was reading his tea arrived.He rised his hand and said a quick "Thank you".
After he drakn his tea and paid he returned to the street life: he walked searching for the Accademy of Defense.
He was intented to join the army again.
When he entered he took off his hat and requested the recruitment.
"Name?"A squeaky voice came from the desk
"Augusuts Karl Hamelin"Augustus answered with a low voice
"Augustus what!?"the voice replied
"Augustus Karl Hamelin"Augustus highlighted his second name and surname."Back from the Death Realm eh?Do you still remember how to use a weapon!?"The voice said joking and writing his name on paper.
As answer Augustus took a dagger from his pockets:"No need to ask...."he smiled while walking to the exit.
"He's more random since last time....THE NEXT!?"Said the tiny man from the desk.
Augustus now recovered a title.
He returned home and took a rest from the walk and the intense life of the city.

Elakida Starkin

Elakida placed the cup on the desk.
"Thank you Kura, but I have to go make sure my house hasn't blown up, or been painted red or something."
She turned on her heel and walked out the door.



After a short walk, Elakida's home came into view. She heard the music from here. Upstairs was a warzone; the left blasting punk music, the right rock. Elakida sighed, and walked to the door. She kicked open the door, stepping inside, before slamming the door behind her.
"Turn the goddamn music off!" She shouted, kicking her converse off her feet. She walked into the Kitchen and saw Dresnan sitting on the table, the cake next to him. He was grinning. Elakida put her hands on her hips. "You just did that to spite me." She walked into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Dresnan walked in and leaned on the doorway.
"So what did Kura want?"
"He offered me a job, I took it."
"There's more to it."
"Yes there is, but I'm not telling you."
"Fine."
"You're pouting."
"I am."
"Alright."
Elakida sat on the sofa for a bit, before she decided to go do something. Training always helped, so training was what she'd do.
"Zyn! Can you get me sword?"
"NO!" Zyn yelled from his room.
"Sint?"
"No."
"Dres?"
"Nope."
"Fine."
Elakida grumbled about 'Lazy Brothers' as she walked upstairs and entered her room. She kneeled on the floor, stuck her hand under her bed and grabbed her samurai sword. She strapped it to her belt and walked back downstairs. She grabbed her throwing knives off the wall and pulled on her trainers.
"Don't blow up the house!"
"I won't," She heard Sint say.
Elakida walked away from her home, and headed for the Warehouse that housed the Training Hall.

Bleach - platinum blond? Isis raised an eyebrow. Somehow, it was hard for her to imagine the bubbly girl in front of her with platinum blond hair.

[b]"You s-seriously need to try this...It's like totally amazi-"

...Hm... She's complimenting her own creation. Isis hid a smile. She was pretty sure that it wasn't on purpose, but it was still amusing to hear someone display a trait that was so like narcissism come from someone that she was fairly sure was too nice to be narcissistic.

When Estelle accepted her offer, Isis dropped her hand from her mouth and gave the other girl a warm smile. "That's great. I'll be glad to have your company."

Before Isis could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. With a polite, "Excuse me," Isis strode over to the door and opened it. There was a maid standing outside, holding another tray with several neatly arranged rows of cutlery and small plates. To Isis, they almost resembled a small army. It also made her sigh in resignation - why were her requests always taken too seriously? First the cheesecake fit for at least ten people and now an army of knives and spoons - but instead, she smiled at the maid. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

The maid smiled back, a bit shyly. "You're welcome, Miss. Please let me know if you need anything else."

"I will," Isis said as she started to retreat back into the room. "Thank you again!"

She headed back over to the table and this time cut a slice of the aromatic cake for herself. Sitting down, she expertly relieved the new tray of a spoon and lightly scooped a spoonful of the cheesecake. After holding it to her nose for a moment, Isis opened her mouth and took a bite.

Immediately, the sweetness engulfed her tongue, along with a feeling halfway betwen creamy and sticky. She swallowed and was left with a slight tang on her tongue - just a bit of sourness that made her twitch slightly. Mostly, she didn't really like sour things, but as an aftertaste, it actually suited quite well.

As she took another bite, Isis looked up at Estelle and smiled, "You're right. It's really delicious. Thank you so much for making it." She took another few bites and then asked, "By the way, I've been wondering. You started volunteering here... a few weeks ago, I think?" She waited for Estelle's answer and then continued, "And you're a Crossed right?" Lowering her eyes to her cake, she took another bite and asked, "May I ask what your power is?"

Lately, there was a surprising amount of work that Isis had to do. It was only to be expected given who she was, but it required Isis to go out into the open a lot more than she had had to just a few months before. Going out in the open always had some amount of risk attached to it, more so now than ever, now that she was coming close to actually mastering her power. And even now, her parents were still debating about who to hire as bodyguards, taking a lot of time our of their personal jobs, so it would be better if Isis could find her own bodyguards. From what she had heard about the new volunteer, Isis suspected that Estelle had some sort of protective power that might be useful for her.

Isis took another bite and waited patiently for Estelle's answer.

UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION...
I'm sorry, everyone...but this rp has to be re-constructed again...My friends have just pointed out something that I shouldn't have missed and therefore, I need to improve it before we post again...Thanks for joining everyone but I have to improve it so it will become even better, 'kay?