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Issabella Esther Carrington

"Don't worry - I'll be quick."

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a character in “The New Mage Guild: Amaranth”, originally authored by Temperance, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Issabella Esther Carrington: Izzy, 19 Female
Reaper S. Rank Amaranth Member




~ Physical Info ~


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{Appearance}
Issabella stands six foot tall, with a thin yet curvacious figure. She has pale skin, with light blue eyes and medium brown hair that falls just passed her shoulders. Though not muscular, she is physically fit, as she needs to be as a wizard of her type. While out on missions she wears nothing but the minimum. Half the time people think she is walking around in her underwear. She would claim it helps her to move around faster and requip easier. While within the guild, she is always barefoot, and usually wears short loose dresses or flowing tops with short shorts.

{Tattoo}
Left side of her abdomen; Darksalmon

~ Mentality ~

{Personality}
Izzy is very mellow, calm, cool and collected. She tends to always have a blank or serious expression on her face and is usually quite serious in demeanor. She's very quiet and you really never find her talking out of turn unless she does not agree with something. Izzy, though mellow is very driven and stubborn. Whenever she sets out to do something, she will get it done, and because she is so stubborn she isn't satisfied with anything but perfection. Izzy is very judge mental and people often have to earn her respect and trust. She's not too trusting and is weary of most if all strangers, always sizing them up and trying to figure them out. She will pick people apart mentally figuring out their strengths and weaknesses. Izzy is actually very intelligent with a photographic memory of sorts, she uses this to her advantage a lot and can easily be that person to get you in trouble. Because of how she carries herself she floats under the radar easily, but she is a sneaky one when she wants to be. Izzy is a very caring and loyal individual, though it might not show unless you got to know her. She is that person who will stand up for you whenever the situation calls for it. However if you are not someone she favors she would sooner than later let you die without caring. There is a part of Izzy that is quite cold, but you pretty much have to get on her bad side to see it.


{Likes} {Dislikes}
o Music Conceited people x
o The rain Closed minded people x
o Reading Seeing people in pain x
o Nature Being talked down to x
o Singing Failing at anything x
o Sparring/Improving her skills Losing x
o Snow
o Her bone creatures and summons
o Sweets
o Unique weapons
oWhen people smile

{Quirks} {Phobias}
% Tilting her head when she is fascinated by or interested in something
% Saying nom nom nom when eating something she really likes (usually sweets - still doesn't know she does it)
% Randomly doodling during conversations things she remembers Being unable to prevent the death of a loved one. @
% Biting her bottom lip when she's thinking Spiders, she will run away screaming and strip her clothes off - she really hates spiders. @
% Singing when she thinks she's alone
Complete silence@
Being unable to see & complete darkness@

Chains@

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~ Ability Statistics ~

{Magic-Types}
Requip: The Digital Assassin ~ Arc of Embodiment ~ Telepathy ~ Copy Magic (Unknown about by others thus far)

{Signature Spell}
Demon Blade Crimson Sakura -The user forces all of his/her Magic into a sword for one attack. This attack discards all defense for a massive full powered attack

Digital Empress Armor - This armor is perhaps one of the strongest an one of the most dangerous armors (to the enemy and herself) which Issabella has. The armor summons a massive amount of weapons which attach to the user's body, which then the armor then takes control. The armor sucks all the magical energy out of the user to use in order to fire off the weapons, after the user runs out of magical energy, it will then start sucking their actual life force, until the user them self is dead. While the attacks are strong, it has a high potential to kill its own user should they not be skillful enough to use it, or not use it sparingly. (Seldom used)

{Spell List}

Unlike most requip magics, The Digital Assassin, more specifically Digital requip is a little different. This type of requip allows the armor to function with a mind of its own, it allows it to adapt to the user depending on the environment or situation. The user's armor may change mid combat to give the user more protection or more speed when they need it. If the user were about to be knocked into the water it might change them into water armor right before they hit the water. This however often takes more magical power. This type of magic relies on the user to have the upper hand to work without tiring them out quickly. Therefor if the user is quite wounded and exhausted, the 'smart' requipping may become delayed and slowed or stop altogether. The user may requip on their own, but this forces more magical power. This armor additionally, has a pixelated look on the edges of the armor, often having pixels continuously fly off and float away (which doesn't effect the armor itself at all.) Unlike normal requip armors, digital armor doesn't appear like armor at all, and appears as if it would not give any useful defense.

~ Pentagram Sword, Flame Slash, Photon Slicer, Blumenblatt, Circle Sword
~ Armor of the Dark Princess, Stealth Armor, Deaths Kiss, Aquatic Armor, Burning Stars Armor, Hurricane Armor, Ethereal Armor, The Reaper

Armor of the Dark Princess: This armor increases physical defense, as well as physical strength, and overall fighting prowess, its special trait is that it allows one to attack one single person, but give same effect and attack to those surrounding them without ever having been touched, also allows slight levitation for short periods of time.

Armors weapon of choice: Large black crystal ring

Stealth Armor: This armor extremely enhances ones agility, reflexes, senses, and stamina. This also enables the use of poison magic.
Gained poison attack: Touch of venom: Grants poison to the users blades, which poisons the enemy it touches and is fatal if not removed.

Armors weapon of choice: Dual daggers

Death's Kiss: This armor gives resistance against shadow and darkness elements and attacks as well as greatly enhances ones strength making them able to do critical hits often.

Armor's weapon of choice: Large double edged sword

Aquatic Armor: This armor allows one to use the element water, and renders water attacks useless, while in this armor, one gains a natural grace within their movements, and is able to breathe under water.

Armor's weapon of choice: Two one handed swords
Gained water attack: Water Force, an attack which the water takes the form of a circumference that pushes the target away


Burning Stars Armor: This armor gives one the ability to use the element fire, and gains resistance against it. While in this armor ones speed is greatly enhanced as is their general athletic ability.

Armor's weapon of choice: Dual katanas
Gained fire attack: Red shower, user uses Fire Magic to shoot multiple flame bullets at the enemy.


Hurricane Armor: This armor has the ability to reflect elemental attacks, and enhances magical attacks by 25%, while in this armor, Izzy is able to gain the element in which last hit her, and manipulate it temporarily. Once hit by any other element, said element changes.

Armor's weapon of choice: Short sword and shield

Ethereal Armor: This armor makes one light and airy, it also gives one the ability to fly. While giving practically no defense, it greatly enhances one's movement speed, accuracy, and depth of field.

Armor's weapon of choice: Large black feathered longbow
Gained Attack: Fierce arrow, Allows Issabella to shoot an arrow or arrows from a very far distance, with three times the natural force.

The Reaper: This armor is more or less where Izzy got her nickname. It allows her to summon two extremely oversized scythes and dual wield them. This is possible because both scythes are weightless to the user, and only the user. When in reality, they couldn't be picked up by another soul, they simply wouldn't leave the ground, they are that heavy. This armor allows the user to have a short range version of teleportation magic, gives the user a large boost in strength, and highlights injured or currently vulnerable areas in both enemies and allies. Often used as a finishing armor, hence called reaper due to the instantaneous defeat and/or death of many of its victims.

Weapons of Choice: Dual Scythes
The scythes also have writing on them which isn't able to be read by anyone but Izzy, said writing appears to be ancient characters, that at first are black, but as the scythes are used, the scythe's writing starts to appear as if full of human blood. The more the scythes hit an enemy, the more letters fill up. There is a certain...'special' effect Izzy has only seen once when all the letters are full.

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~ Arc Of Embodiment:

Silver Eagle: Creates a silver eagle in which Issabella can share eyes with. Its purpose is to scout enemies or areas for her, however it serves no battle purposes, at it is not tangible.
Mirror Wonderland: Creates a large area of mirrors around the enemy or enemies which is used either as a distraction or a get-away method.
Wings of the Phantom: Creates large wings on the caster's back, which appear to be made of black flames.
Shadow Clone: This creates a clone of Issabella, which has her knowledge and general fighting ability. The clone shares her exact appearance and clothes at the moment she summons them, while they have her fighting ability, the clone does not have her magical ability.
Bone Fiend: This summons a bone fiend or bone fiends of various variety. Issabella has a fire, wind, earth, and water bone fiend as well as a neutral non magical bone fiend. {{Appearance}} They all look the same (except for the neutral version, but glow their element of choice. Each of them only has one elemental attack.
Chuckles: Chuckles. A black skeleton which has a great amount of strength and massive amount of durability. His delicate skeletal figure is greatly deceiving. His strength can rival that of Izzy's within her armor. Additionally he is able to conjure up his own skeleton creatures. Said skeleton creatures have different abilities that range from; (elemental) ice, lightning, sand, smoke. (Physical) Ranged = physical bone ranged attacks, speed = quick swift attacks. Though the summons chuckles has aren't as durable as himself, they are all extremely fast little bastards. The can be one place at one moment, and one place at another. Issabella named him chuckles because of his odd laugh.
Universal Bone Key: This creates a key that molds to any key hole, allowing Issabella to open any door without magical spells preventing her from doing so.
Kit the cat: Useless in a battle, this is an oversized kitty that Issabella often has out during her leizurely time in the guild, he appears to be something of a small leopard, he is friendly but can be a little 'smart' or 'sarcastic - oh yes, he talks. He is very protective of his owner.

~Telepathy:

Group communication: This allows the Issabella to communicate to other people from any area, speak to them, and allow them to speak to others from other areas as well.

~Copy Magic:

Copied person 1: Pending
Copied person 2: Pending

{Non-magic Skills}
# Outstanding Swordsmanship
# Gymnastics / acrobatic abilities
# Photographic memory / able to remember vast amounts of information, does not forget anything
# Agile and quick
# High stamina

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~ Personal Background ~

{Biography}
Issabella grew up like any other kid. Sold to the highest bidder, tied to a post, shackled in chains - actually, Issabella didn't grow up like most people. She was born to what could have been a loving mother and father, had it not been for her being the cause of her mother's death during child birth, causing her father to not only hate but resent her. Due to them lacking currency of any kind, he decided to sell her, to the highest bidder. He went on a drunken rage one night and sold her to a wizard who paid him enough to live off of for the next ten years. Issabella, for many many years grew up thinking the man whom she lived with was her father. All her days were spent in what was either a cellar or a basement, in chains, a prisoner of her own home. She was fed only enough for her to survive, but not enough to keep her healthy or her stomach satisfied. Most of her years she spent malnourished and starving. The area was dark and painfully silent, causing the days to pass ever so slowly. At the time, she was incapable of reading, writing, and proper dialect - only knowing the words she had heard her father repeat many times. At first it wasn't clear what his intention for her was, why she was in chains, why she was secluded, and it didn't really matter to Issabella because to her this was perfectly normal. That was until she was joined by a second person.

A girl, perhaps ten years older than her was thrown into the cellar one day. She, unlike Issabella was clean, distinguished, and had an unusual marking on her left hand - a tattoo. The girl tried to communicate with Issabella time and time again, however she was unable to understand a majority of what the girl was saying - until she taught her. The girl taught her every word of English she knew, she taught her about wizards and guilds, and told her she was most likely a wizard herself. That her 'father' was collecting wizards that showed the most potential to become some of the strongest mages in the future - she wasn't sure the reason herself. She said things like collecting energy for himself, creating some kind of army, and the list went on. She spoke of the outside world and how great it was, how lovely magic was and how it could be used for amazing things, Issabella's eyes would always light up when the girl would talk, she found her fascinating. When she was ten years old herself, she started showing signs of magic, as she watched more and more wizards brought into the cell, she also watched more and more people die. She watched as they turned into corpses, which turned into bones. Bones. Bones. They were etched into her mind, although she would one day turn into a strong requip mage, she developed Arc of Embodiment first. She would have nightmares of bone creatures, and one morning woke up to some next to her. After screaming in horror for several minutes, her comrade, the girl which she had grown fond of got her to calm down. She told her it was not going to harm her and this creature was her own. It was disturbing at first, but the creatures (which at the time weren't all too big), didn't wish to harm her and seemed more like curious pets.

As her nightmares increased, so did her amount of creatures. Along with this, so did her curiosity for the outside world. And so, she decided she was going to escape. She came up with the plan that she would escape while she was brought food, that she would unleash her minions on the man who kept her and set herself free using her new universal key. But she was young, and she was naive, she had not considered the strength of this person's magic. The man had some sort of dark magic, along with a possession magic that rendered her creatures useless. This allowed him to turn the creatures on their creator, in addition, he beat Issabella until she lost all consciousness - but not before pushing her by making her watch him torment the girl she so cherished. Several years passed with Issabella being beaten everyday, she had since been continuously blind folded and gagged. It would be one fateful day when she was thirteen, that someone else would try to escape - the girl. she heard a bunch of commotion and screaming amongst the others, one of them being a familiar one. By the time she managed to get her blind fold off, the girl was as good as gone, out of sheer rage she was able to requip for the first time. She broke out of her shackles and having took the main completely by surprise, killed him. It wasn't something she had realized she did until he was dead. Till this day she doesn't recall the actual moment a dagger appeared in her hand or the moment she stabbed him. Just the moment he died. When she turned to release any other living people, she saw that there wasn't any. And the girl she had pretty much fallen in love with, looked at her and smiled, and that was the moment she truly died.

And so she ran, she ran out of the house and into the world - for the first time. Covered in blood, and completely unaware of her surroundings she was horrified. It turned out she was in such a secluded area that all she really had to be afraid of was the wild around her. There was not a soul around for days. So Issabella set on a mission, to get stronger. She didn't ever want there to be a time where she couldn't protect the one she loved. She blamed herself for being unable to protect the girl, or any of the other wizards. She was supposed to have some sort of great magical potential? She wanted to test that. Along with that, she wanted to educate herself, so for years she lived just outside the city in a deserted area with nothing but her books, her bone minions, and her new cat 'Kit'. It was all she did, educate herself on magic, reading, mathematics - anything she could think of. Additionally, she would force herself to practice and train until the moment she passed out from either exhaustion or overuse of magical power.

Years later, after hearing so much about guilds, she decided she wanted to join one. She felt as if she was ready. She finally came across a promising new guild Amaranth. When she joined she remained quite quiet, she didn't really talk to anyone and just took missions - everyday. Whenever she got back from a mission, she would do another one. Because she didn't really live anywhere, she always donated some of the reward money back to the guild. To her surprise, she moved up the guild ranks quite fast. However, she never made any really close friends. She did have Freya, which she thought of as a friend and was protective over yet really really competitive with. However, that was basically it for her, she didn't have a team like the others, and always worked alone. Not really because she wanted to, but no one really wanted her as part of their team. Either way, she loves Amaranth, and considers it her only home, her first home. She would pretty much give her life for anyone within the guild.

So begins...

Issabella Esther Carrington's Story

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Issabella Esther Carrington (Izzy)

(Oshibana)


Life was always whatever you made it. You turned out to be whatever type of person you let yourself be. If you accepted that the demons of your passed were going to allow you to be nothing more than the trash that you were considered then, than you would obviously be nothing more than the worthless person you were in your mind. But if you should think to yourself, I could be better, life could be better, and society doesn't define me - then you were getting somewhere. There were always those brief one would wonder to themselves, well what if? But they seldom think, well 'if' did happen, what about any good memory that had happened since? It wouldn't have existed.

Izzy walked briskly through the streets of Oshibana heading towards Amaranth. She had been gone for a good month, on what seemed like a never-ending mission to begin with. It was one that made her think of her childhood, she was ordered to find and rescue more than a dozen kidnapped children, however they were not young wizards. Just children, whom had no way of defending themselves. It was strictly an S ranked mission that had no promise of reward for either side. The children may or may not be alive, and we may or may not have money to pay you. As the issuing person was the head of an orphanage, all of children with deceased parents - mostly wizards who died tragically in their own guild ventures. She remembered seeing the mission on the board and wanting to take it as soon as she saw the word 'kidnapped'. The fact they were unsure if the children were still alive, only made her more determined. She made the foolish mistake of promising to bring them all back - alive. It was a moment of weakness which she did regret as soon as it came out of her mouth. She knew very well there was a high probability she would never find them, or they would be dead when she did.

But they weren't. It had taken her three weeks to find them, she would travel for days without food or rest just to get to her next pin pointed area on her map. She had wandered far from home by the time she had found them. They were kidnapped by rouge wizards whom were going to use them for hard labor - with the exception of a few which were suspected to have some kind of family left, which they had planned all along to use for ransom, which she suspected to be the main objective. But that was too easy, it was too obvious, the real intention had to have been more sinister. She would soon find out it was.

She had missed Amaranth, it wasn't like she wasn't used to being on her own. She was raised alone, she traveled alone as she had no teammates, and she was always somehow separated from the others even while in the same room. The exception was Freya as the two of them were of the same rank and joined around the same time. She considered her the closest friend she had in Amaranth, as much as the two would compete against each other and try and best each other in everything. Life, really. She disliked it, being apart from Amaranth while on her long missions. She often took them as well, she was always happy to have her minions with her, and her kitty. People never did get why she had so much love for dead looking skeleton creatures. Along with Reaper, on occasion she would get called the Digital Necromancer - she never thought it made all too much sense, she didn't raise the dead...in the sense that most would think of. She just...raised dead things.

Today was a social gathering of sorts for Amaranth, it was October, and there were many things going on in October. There was a group tournament near the end of the month, a dancer, a haunted house contest, but today was a feast. Just an average all out feast, though the tourney information would be brought up, along with the future events, and she guessed people would start organizing their groups for the haunted house at the end of the month. As Izzy neared Amaranth, a large grin crossed her face. "We're home guys." she said to her pets. Behind her were two extremely large bickering bone-line creatures. One of them was blue in color, one of them was red, they were fire and water. The two of them hated being summoned with each other, and seldom got along unless in combat. They both however were very fond of Izzy. Though about the size of a building, the two of them were able to change their size based on the will of their owner. Therefor as she walked into the doorway the two of them decreased in size. It was usually unlikely for her to have more than one out at the same time, but when not in combat, they took less magic to summon. It wasn't like she was fighting anyone any time soon anyways.

Izzy walked in wearing the same thing that she usually did, the minimal. She wore a black bikini looking top, with skin tight short shorts, finger gloves, and thigh high boots - followed by dead things. Well, they were not dead things, but people seldom saw them as anything else. The guild was full of people, most people were here already, she suspected maybe a few were on missions. The bar was busy with people - as it always was. No one drunk yet it seemed, which was how she preferred it. People were sitting at the 'so called' dinner tables conversing, others were in the living area - which is the area people often knocked out at. Some were checking out missions at the mission board. It seemed the 'feast' didn't officially start yet. Izzy walked towards a table in the middle of the room and her 'pets' now the size of a house cat floated behind her. She wondered where Freya was, moreover, she wondered where Sidney was. Sydney was...different. She worried about Sidney like no tomorrow. He was new, his magic wasn't too strong yet, he was easily noticed as a naive individual and he seemed like someone easily taken advantage of. She had her eyes on the boy ever since his first day here. In her mind she always referred to him as pretty. And whenever she pictured the boy it was like sparkles and flowers floated around her. It was like she was a little kid. His current team worried her, his leader could be good for him to protect him, but his leader wasn't...the nicest person in the world. She had used telepathy to threaten her a few times. But all and all, she was happy to be home.

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Sidney Allen

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Amaranth held a certain kind of warmth that filled the guild to the brim, enveloping it's members with a sense of life, even belonging. It was like drowning, in a positive, pleasant way. Sounds of mages socializing and drinking reverberated off the walls, embedded itself into the wood, traveled to the floor. The very nature of the guild had been overwhelming at first; friendly faces, powerful warriors, all in an environment that managed to be both carefree - and yet deadly serious. There was a light atmosphere hanging in the air, but so many in the guild held values of justice and doing what they thought was right. It was unlike anything else he had experienced and it was almost unreal for such a place to exist with people who weren't only two dimensional fairy tales.

He was truly happy to be here. Here Sidney was away from the old house with white walls and one hundred and fifteen paintings of flowers. Even better, he was far away from his parents, miles from the silent house they lived in and the home that used to have a couch covered with quilts. The people here didn't stuff tubes in him when he didn't feel like eating, they didn't make him sit in a room and talk about Judith, nor were they like the mad ones. Although, they certainly were interesting like them. Everyone held a distinct personality, a certain aurora that melted together to form a timeless painting that one did not see, but felt.

They also let him keep his cat, Stamps, and that made him very happy.

Sidney was sitting in one of the chairs of the living area, it's deep red leather wasn't warm or inviting, but it was fun to run his fingers across it's smooth surface. His body was adorned with dark, loose fitting pants and a navy blue sweater, something he knitted himself months ago when he was still in the nutty kingdom. Underneath he wore a loose off-white t-shirt, which had become stained with various shades of green from paints that wouldn't wash out, not that he minded. His skin usually matched this, but because of the event he decided to make sure he looked more tidy, or 'nice'. Only the beds of his finger nails were dyed with hues of blues and reds this time.

His fingers traced an imaginary pattern on the surface of the chair, his sock covered feet curled at it's edge. There was a scarf around his neck, something he wore quite often in colder seasons, following a pattern of horizontal stripes - brown and orange. No, things weren't going in a very social direction for him currently, but he didn't mind. He liked the people of Amaranth regardless of them talking to him or not, they were all such lovely people after all.

There was Sarah, who liked cats and hated snakes, just like he did. Yuliana, she liked to garden and had very pretty magic. The different colors of her flames were memorizing, easy to get lost in. Gren could use his magic to form objects out of ice, and the way the light reflected off of them was also hypnotizing. He didn't know much about H'Mong, but he was curious, and seemed to live up to his alias. Initially he was hesitant to work with a team, but grew fond of them as well. Amaya was strong, and beneath her sour words she had a very nice smile. Then Browen made beautiful music and wore interesting clothes, along as being generally easy going.

Not to forget the S-Ranks, like Freya, who couldn't tie knots and never minded asking people to tie them for her. His mother would have said she was shameful, but that was something he liked about Freya. In that case, Isabella would have given his mother a heart attack with the amount of clothing she wore. But the amount of confidence she held around her convinced him that she was none of the harsh words the his mother would have called her. Izzy was very kind to him, even if he was a newcomer to the guild. He was worried about her actually, it's been a month since she left on a mission and it made him concerned about her well being. She was strong though, so he convinced himself that everything would be fine, maybe she would even be a hero.

Yes, the people of Amaranth were lovely people, it made him feel sort of bad for the deal he had made. Sidney's eyes traveled down to the stitching in the chair, starting to mentally count the stitches peacefully. It would also be nice if he could call this place a home, name these people as a family of sorts. He still felt out of place though, reminiscent of how he felt among the other mad ones. He hoped it would pass though, that way he could add another good thing to his life. Thirty seven stitches in the inside of the left arm, he noted, and a relaxed feeling spread throughout himself. His pupils traveled over to the right arm, but landed on a girl with two odd bone-creatures following her instead. His lips twitched upwards, looks like Izzy was back in time for the festivities, with all of her limbs in tact too. The boy raised his hand towards her, letting it hang in the air before swaying it in a slow wave, and soon let it return to the chair. Now, he wondered, was she named a hero?


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Murmur Burns

(Crimson Blades)


Solitaire was too easy, it simply presented no challenge for him. Yet here he was, fingers flipping over cards and piling them in colored stacks. It wasn't often that Murmur filled his time with such a droll activity, to the untrained eye it just appeared that the mage was just bored. He sat at the edge of Crimson Blades' hall, alternating between moving cards and sipping tea, eyes darting back and forth. In all reality he was listening, observing. A bird watcher of sorts, that preferred viewing people rather than animals, who lived lives far from this interesting and sinister. Usually he wouldn't catch anything that mattered, but the prickling feeling of them talking and making plans that he didn't know about scratched under his skin. Besides, what kind of guy would he be if he didn't look out for his guild mates everyone once and while?

A better one, that was for sure. Murmur returned the playing cards back to a single deck, shuffling them to start again. His tea was running out as well, thankfully he had thought ahead and made himself a small pot of it. Today's blend was chai, a mixture of black tea and various spices. It wasn't the man's favorite, but it would suffice - there wasn't much wrong he could do when making a cup. Perhaps it was a little bizarre, a full grown man that appeared relaxed while sitting amongst people who were more often than not, ruffians. Though, he would pay no mind to what it may look like to an outsiders eyes.

Besides, it wasn't a day for him to start a new mission; it was an unlucky day for Capricorns and his lucky item of a deck of cards wouldn't even out the negative influence. No, it was certainly best to spend some down time for now, using it to collect information from around him. His mind was buzzing with thoughts of affairs going on beyond the guild's walls. People that were working for him in guilds, in places of power. How he wished he could monitor them with ease. If only Etteilla's Tarot wasn't so difficult he could spend time learning new techniques, but ever since he was graced with the ability of the arcana he hadn't found the time to learn anything new. Albeit, the possibilities the deck could provide him made up for that, even if it was stubborn and temperamental.

Once given a hand that left him with no more possible moves the man shuffled the deck once more. In another reality he may have ended up working at a magical place called 'Las Vegas', where he would most likely cheat. Here though he existed as a man that pulled strings in the background, showing the public eye a friendly, but usually unsettling façade. Some people trusted him wholeheartedly, those were the true fools. Others would bend to his will through means of threats. Then there were the ones he didn't like, who were hard to get near and difficult to manipulate. The process of those moved too slowly for his liking, and sometimes even not at all.

Murmur didn't see himself as evil though. He could be cruel, violent, but everyone had their bad points. It was possible that he was becoming arrogant, having the mentality that his way is right, even best for everyone. They lived in a world where even children would be paid to take care of criminals, and who truly wanted to live in such an age? Society had to move on and improve, and he would reach out and see that he was the one to make that change. It was all the same to him if he had to do so by force and accept a number of casualties. It's as they say; you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

For now though, he would continue with some basic note taking. Dressed in his typical blue and black colored clothing, almost resembling robes of a short, he didn't look any different today than he did any other. The material was smooth, but thick, and hard to penetrate. The top came to a couple inches above mid-thigh and was covered by a trademark black cloak. His pants were made with a similar material, was black and more fitted than the shirt. The mans ankle-high boots were also a common item since they gave him good balance and a few inches. How couldn't he enjoy that?

However, he didn't find much joy out of winning another game of solitaire. What a dull game, it was silly for him to even pretend to waste his time with it. Instead of starting a new round he poured himself another cup of tea, dropping a single sugar cube into the liquid, and listened to the voices around him.

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Freya Hirane - Amaranth


Freya fell.

"Help! I'm falling! I can't-" the sugary voice paused. "Ooo, nice carpet."

The grace of the dainty blonde mage was astounding, so much so that she tripped on a flat surface. The slap of wood against her small nose sent a feminine yelp through her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in her light hair of silk. There was some chuckling and Freya growled like an angry kitten as she picked herself up, frowning as she held back her tears. Freya's nose hurt and she didn't like hurting. Rubbing her thankfully intact nose, Freya glanced over at a familiar brunette. Two magnificent creatures of blue and red encircled her and a grin burst from Freya's lips.

"Izzy!!!" Freya squealed with glee, stumbling in her extravagant dress of frills. Perhaps Freya went a little too 'over the top' but who would she be if not too much? The dress laced in a criss cross of ribbons, sinking low beneath her back; the mark of Amaranth resting between her shoulder blades was as clear as day. A mass of blue and white billowed behind her, along with her flowing hair of large waves. "Izzy!" she squealed again before launching herself in the air and tackling the tall woman with a ferocity that contradicted with her petite frame.

Freya Hirane was Amaranth's other S-class mage.

"Oh, how will I miss you if you won't go away?" she teased, an all too cheerful smile on her lovely face. Izzy was certainly one of her favourite people in the world, which was saying something, as she had about a million gigantic hearts for everyone. Well, almost everyone. A small frowned crossed her face as she thought of K'brak and H'mong - why on earth did she have to be teamed with him? Shaking the thoughts from her head, she turned back to the beautiful mage before her. She loved Izzy dearly and it had been so long since she saw her, there was no one else she could fight with and no one else who would pat her back as she wept in her Corner of Doom from being ignored. "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it for the feast, Izzy-love. I even helped to cook!" 'I screamed at a pot of boiling water,' was what she meant.

Turning her head to look up at Sarah with her multi-coloured hair, Freya smiled harder, if she that were possible. How she loved people.

"I love people!" Freya announced at the top of her lungs - which was not very loud, considering how soft and timid her voice naturally was. Freya ran around the guild for a few minutes, grasping everyone in a bone-crushing embrace. She was shorter than anyone else in the guild and definitely, seemingly, the most harmless but her loving hugs could hurt. Despite Freya's lovely appearance, she was as deadly as the deadliest of deadlies and as vicious as Issabella, if not more, when it came to training the members of Amaranth. Freya took her job very seriously.

Racing back to Sarah, she took the mage's hands in her own and with a comically serious face, said, "I like you."

Then again, Freya liked everyone.

Flashing Issabella a wicked smile, the palms of Freya's hands held two blazing white flames that lit the entire room in an ethereal light.

"Ready for round two?"

Sniffing the air, Freya dropped the two balls of sizzling light, nearly burning a hole through the guild. A smile lit her features as she raced toward the bar, having completely forgotten about her Izzy. Pressing her palms on the wooden stretch of table, Freya pulled herself up, resting her flat 'stummy' - as she liked to call it - on the bar. The small mage reached out with her hands, kicking her legs in the air. "Give!" she yelled, pointing at the freshly baked apple pie.

"Or I'll kill you..." she whispered before giggling. "Just kidding! No, not really."

Ravenna - Crimson Blade


"I would call you a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such," said a perpetually breathless voice as wintry eyes burned through hair of blue.

Boots with heels to very literally kill sat upon long lean legs, the right braced with a thigh sheath and its vicious daggers. The curvaceous woman had dark hair that fell over a revealing tank top and tight leather hot pants, Scars peeked from the black cloth, along with the edge of a lacy maroon bra. There were an uncountable amount of weapons on the woman, in her belt, her boots, the pockets of her shorts, the band that gripped her arms - every part of her body was laced in weaponry, even her lips were poison.

Crimson Blade's master sat upon a majestic throne of obsidian.

"Where's that half woman friend of yours, Burns?" she asked, unable to look more bored than she did right then. Ravenna rested her head on a fist, her arm on the intricately carved arm of her grand seat. Hundreds upon thousands of scars could be seen beneath the half gloves Ravenna wore, an obvious marker of her use of the forbidden Blood Magic. That, or she truly was quite depressed.

"Kiev, was it? He's almost as difficult to look at as you and your twisted paper face." The exact meaning of 'Twisted paper face' remains a mystery. Watching the S-ranked wizard with piercing eyes of pure aqua for she could undress anyone with those eyes, the mage crossed her legs tighter. She really, really hated Murmur Burns.

Then again, Ravenna hated everyone.

Of all the guilds she could've been the master of, it had to be one filled with so many men. She hated men more than anything and she hated that they triggered an irrational fear in her when they came too close for comfort. Absently running her fingers over her scars, Ravenna's eyes glazed over as she thought of Jyel. A barely perceptible flinch, a flinch perhaps only K'brak, who was always with her, might see, crossed her features. She remembered their disgusting hands roaming over her body, their lips, their - she wished to scrub herself thoroughly enough that she bled. Bled, so that one day she might eventually be pure.

Ripping herself from her mind, Ravenna forced the fingers of the hand she was not resting on to drum on the arm of her throne, Ravenna envisioned leaving the dark guild - oh what a gift that would be. The late Naciel Harlen, old Master of Crimson Blade had entrusted her with his guild and how could she abandon one of his many last wishes after all he had given her? Why on earth did the bastard have to die?

The throne on which Ravenna sat upon fit surprisingly well with the guild's decor of deep mahogany and obsidian. The bar, filled with liquor, gleamed in all it's black granite glory. So Ravenna liked dark colours - sue her. All in all, the guild's common room looked like a night club for vampires - the imposing, armed and scarred master didn't quite 'lift the mood,' either.

"Keep going, you whiny little girls," she growled, staring distastefully at the muscled men doing an endless number of push ups before her. They were mages but Ravenna, being one of combat, liked to know her mages could hold their own without any magic or weaponry. Besides, their large frames made them so much more intimidating. "You're only at 2034 - you're acting like I'm killing you."

Rolling her eyes at the panting, sweating men, Ravenna twirled a butterfly knife in her free hand with deadly precision before arching her arm back and throwing the knife smack dab into the centre of a dart board, narrowly missing someone's head. Suddenly, an idea came to her - Ravenna grinned her infamous smile that made all who saw it uneasy.

"We should destroy Amaranth."

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Issabella Esther Carrington

(Amaranth: Bar Area)


Out of the corner if her eye Izzy saw Sidney wave at her. It was a slow, delayed, somewhat awkward wave. And it was precious, she thought to herself as she smiled and waved back. Sidney seemed occupied with something at the moment, he was paying particular attention to the side of a chair, she was pretty sure he was counting. Sarah then came up to her, "Welcome back, Miss Carrington," Sarah said with a respectful face and tone. She never really liked being talked to so formally, she felt very awkward whenever she heard her last name. Till this day she had no idea what her parents were like, she didn't know if she should wear the name proudly or not. But it was just...too formal. "How did the mission go? It was a high ranked mission wasn't it? Sarah asked. "I know I can't do a lot, but if my power could help then I would be happy to assist you." Izzy sighed a bit, "Hello Sarah. Please don't call me that." Izzy paused for a moment, her face turning grim, somewhat like the happiness - had it been there, had been sucked out of her. "They said it was a success..." she started to say monotonously, "All of the children were found alive, all of the children which were kidnapped were returned..." she paused obviously leaving out some kind of important bit of information. She then changed her mind, several days before till the moment she walked into the guild she had been fighting with herself wondering, what if? But if the what if had happened, perhaps something else could have gone wrong. Sarah was a lower ranked mage, she knew her magic was lacking and weaker, she did recall a time where Sarah helped her in a mission before however. Izzy never forgot things like that. She looked at her for a moment, pondering something, she didn't really like taking people with her - she didn't ever want people to get hurt. But when people wanted to learn and get stronger - "It's over and done, but I will surely take you on a mission, sometime." She glanced daggers at the girl as if to warn her. She had very little trust for most people.

She then began to invade her personal bubble, something which always unnerved her, depending on the person. Had it been Freya they would have ended up sparring or something. "Sorry 'bout that," Sarah then said. "It has been awhile so I tend to forget boundaries, you know?" the girl Flushed slightly. She remembered the girl doing something similar before but her thoughts were interrupted. Freya tackled her giving her a tight squeeze. So there you are. Izzy's personality around Freya was different, and her attitude towards her was different as well, she seemed like a different person towards Freya. Her serious demeanor would temporarily be replaced - something it seemed only Freya was capable of doing. She had the utmost respect for Freya, and was overly fond of her. "Oh, how will I miss you if you won't go away?" she said. Izzy tilted her head and smiled. "Hi Princess." She thought the name was appropriate in so many ways, she also just liked to tease her with it. She looked at her adoringly for a moment, "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it for the feast, Izzy-love. I even helped to cook!" If only for a moment, her face turned into something completely distorted and indecipherable at the words 'helped to cook.'

Freya then ran about the guild crushing everyone with her hugs of near-death. This made Izzy smile some, it was funny to watch, especially for those that didn't know Freya well. "Ready for round two?" Freya shouted, as a fireball came her way, leaving her to jump backwards, along with her pets with were now palm sized. The fireball burned a hole in the floor, "Anytime." Of course Freya would then get sidetracked by pie. Who else but her would challenge someone to a battle and then attempt to get pie - and then threaten for said pie. "Woah there, that pie is for me, and mine only." Gren said. Izzy didn't know Gren all too well, but he seemed like a decent person, this wasn't to say she trusted him however. It only took him but a few seconds to give the pie up to Freya. Princess She thought to herself. "Come on spoiled, I don't have all day." she said as she walked up to Freya and stuck her two index fingers in her mouth, tugging this way and that, causing her to make funny faces. "You sure you want to fatten up now?" Izzy then saw one of the new guild members walk up to Sidney, new enough for her to not even know her name. She froze in place as the girl talked to him, leaving her to still have her fingers in Freya's mouth in a forced awkward smile. "New plan, after the the feast, we destroy each other." she trailed off a bit at the end, she would have normally said something like I destroy you or something similar.

Izzy walked over to the casual lounge like area and sat on one of the chairs next to the two. It wasn't like her to start conversing with others for no reason - aside from Freya, but it was in her character to try and get to know the very basics of the new members. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. I'm Issabella." Izzy's pets floated above her shoulders, the red one nearing the blue one until the both of them both went at it. Little puffs a fire and water were spewed about, but at this point they were too tiny to hurt anything or anyone, Izzy put out the sparks with her fingers. Her expression was just as it always was when talking to others, she lacked emotion of any kind. She of course, still managed to look beautiful, and not like a frightening horrible person - she would like to think. She did tend to be painfully protective of Freya when she wasn't the one trying to take her out, it seemed Sydney would suffer the same fate. If only she could put some kind of magical bubble around him to protect him from any and all harm. She imagined a literal bubble around him for a moment, and it looked very strange. But a bubble not have been the right thing to do anyways, as she was a firm believer in letting people experience life. Mainly because had she not had the hardships she had as a young child, she didn't know what type of person she would have been today. She didn't know if she thought the same for Sidney sometimes, though. She didn't know him well, but he seemed extremely fragile somehow.

Her eyes then shifted over to him, and while her expression didn't change, her eyes were softer. She had a less intimidating look about her, it was also in her voice. It was warmer and more mellow, less cold and composed. "How have you been? And how is Amaya treating you?" she hoped that he was unaware of the fact she warned the girl not to pick on him. "And what about Stamps?" Stamps, that was his cat that he was very fond of. Izzy also had a cat - so to speak. But not the real kind of cat in which Sidney had and was very attached to, she was glad he was able to keep it, the guild was nice enough to allow him to. Her cat was something she had imagined up when she was younger, using Arc of Embodiment. He wasn't something she ever used in battle, but was more of a companion as he had the ability to talk. He also had a horrible habit of being overly sarcastic and rude to members sometimes. He was a good cat, though. She was curious about the new wizard, wondering if she had found her team yet. Perhaps she would be played with Sidney, all the more reason for her to be sitting here right now. Izzy glanced back towards Freya for a moment, there was some part of her that felt bad for walking away like she did. Freya should know by now however, she would make it up to her by giving her all the time in the world for this battle she desired. Not that she wasn't itching for it either. Competition with Freya, it was like a drug to Izzy. It was addicting, and she had to win. The both of them, they always had to win. She knew their battles would be never ending. There would be rematches, or round three, and round four, and round one thousand and so forth. Izzy looked the new girl up and down and waited for her response.

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Yuliana Lumina
(Oshibana)


The kitchen of the Amaranth Guild Hall was particularly busy tonight, thanks to the feast. Every member that was good at cooking was moving about the room, occasionally shouting for a particular ingredient or utensil. There were also some people who did not belong, trying to steal a bite of some dish that hadn't been carried to the tables yet. They were, in most cases, noticed well before they got anywhere near the food and were driven away, but some actually used magic for such a childish purpose.
Yuliana was one of the people working in the kitchen. She was good at all kinds of housework, cooking included, so she was a natural choice for the people who were in charge of preparing the feast. She didn't mind, really. She liked cooking, and it was thanks to her doing chores like these that the Guild took care of her living expenses. She didn't go to missions often because of how unsuitable for battle her magic was, so she managed the Guild instead, and was compensated for it.
She slapped away a hand that tried to snatch one of the orange gelatins she had made. She was not actually angry, for tried to make her face look stern as she looked at the grinning boy, one of the younger members of Amaranth. After the boy had left the kitchen, Yuliana double-checked that he hadn't taken any of the gelatin, and then took them to another member who took care of chilling them.
She was about to start preparing another bowl of salad, when someone shouted that some dishes had to be taken to the tables, and quick. Yuliana sighed, and prepared a tray which she then loaded with the prepared dishes. Amaranth was still a new Guild, not yet well organized. Its members didn't have much experience in arranging events like these, and thus, the kitchen was in chaos. The other members probably had no idea how much work had to be done for the sake of their fun.

As soon as Yuliana stepped into the room with the dining tables, she was suddenly assaulted by a bubbly creature that did its best to crush Yuliana's ribs. She barely managed to get the food out of the way before Freya hugged her, driving the air out of her lungs. "Careful, Freya", she said with a very slightly reproachful tone, but the young S rank mage had already disappeared somewhere by the time she had recovered enough to say those words. Yuliana let out a fond sigh as she looked at the lively girl going around hugging people. Yuliana really liked Freya, even if she was a bit hard to handle at times. Or maybe she liked her because she was hard to handle. She was probably still feeling very proud about how she had 'helped' Yuliana cook.
Yuliana laid her load onto the table, where it was soon claimed by hungry mages. The feast hadn't even been formally started yet, but they couldn't restrain themselves. Well, as a cook, it made her a bit happy that they were so eager to eat what she and the other cooks had made. Though occasionally they were a bit too eager, as proven by a -very brief- fight over some pie. A pie that Yuliana had made, now that she looked at it closer. One side of the 'fight' was Freya -that was not particularly surprising- and the other one was the man named Gren. They had recently been arranged into the same team, so she had naturally spoken to him, but since she rarely went out for missions and was busy at the Guild, she wasn't quite as well acquainted with him as one might imagine from their relationship as teammates.
After leaving the dishes on the table, Yuliana turned around, intending to head back to the kitchen. She then finally noticed that a new person had entered the building. It was Issabella. So she had returned then. Yuliana thought for a moment about what she had started some time after Issabella had left for her latest job. She'd planted three different rumors about the nature of her mission, and left them to evolve on their own. When she had last checked their status, a week ago, according to them, Issabella had apparently been hunting dragons in some northern mountain range. It was interesting how rumors could evolve through the passing of time.
She also noticed Sarah, her other teammate, near Issabella. She hadn't spoken with her a lot either. She probably should do so after this party. Right now, she was far too busy to stop and have a decent conversation, so she headed back for the kitchen.
As she was about to enter the kitchen again, she happened to glance in the direction of the living area. The boy named Sidney was sitting there. Yuliana liked him. While he was a bit hard to approach, she had still spoken to him occasionally in the kitchens, when he came to bake something, and she had shown him her magic a couple times. He was rather colorful, in many ways. Yuliana thought for a moment of bringing him something to eat, but decided that she had no time for it. There was food to be made. She disappeared back into the kitchen.


Gawain Harlen
(Oshibana)


The highly respected Guild Master of Amaranth was sitting on a couch in the living area of the Guild Hall. As always, his majestic figure radiated power and grace... not so much. His respectability may have been somewhat lowered by the fact that he had a glass of some obscure alcoholic beverage in one hand, and was had his other on the shoulder of a female member of the Guild sitting next to him. Not to mention his clothing. He was wearing a sleeveless linen shirt that was worn with age. While it did do a good job of showing his muscles, it seemed miraculous that it was still in one piece. Anyone could tell that it should tear apart any moment now. His loose, black trousers were not in a much better shape. In one word, he looked shabby. Almost like a beggar. Well, a beggar with large muscles and enough magical ability to intimidate almost anyone.
"...as I was saying, one should never attempt to dispel a barrier made of Scila Runes without first affirming the order of..." Gawain Harlen had three 'modes'. Intelligent, lazy, and lecherous. To someone looking, it would have definitely seemed that he was either in lazy or lecherous mode, clearly making a move on a woman young enough to be his daughter. However, as anyone who came close enough to listen would realize, he was actually in his intelligent mode, explaining to the fledgling mage the delicate process of undoing Runes. Well, in his intelligent and lecherous mode. His hand was slowly but surely sliding down from the young woman's shoulder towards her behind.
Mere moments before his hand reached its target, there was some commotion near the entrance, attracting both Gawain's and his companion's attention. While disappointed at the fact that the interesting new thing caused his companion to rise up and go see closer what was going on, Gawain was also a bit delighted when he saw what was going on himself.

Issabella, one of his two best achievements had returned. He had managed to recruit two women, both gorgeous, and both good enough to easily qualify for S rank, into his new Guild. If it weren't for them, he might've called it quits only a few weeks after the Guild was first established, order from the Council or not.
Gawain stood up from the couch and headed to the direction of the returnee, his mouth curving into a small smile. He had missed the warrior mage, for several reasons. One of them was, obviously, her delightful sense of fashion. Gawain gave her an approving nod as he looked her over while approaching. He couldn't understand why most women decided to cover themselves with so much unnecessary cloth when they were so much more beautiful without. That was one reason he liked her, but not the only. She was also a physically oriented mage, and Gawain enjoyed sparring with her.
He was about the greet her, while looking her up and down again now that he'd come close enough to fully appreciate her, but she suddenly decided to head somewhere -to the direction of the lounge. He intended to move after her in order to give her a friendly pat, but then he noticed the creatures of bone following her. Grimacing a bit, he stopped on his tracks. He'd tried to move for the S rank mage several times before, but those things were always in the way, watching her behind. He bore a little antagonism towards them. Well, he'd get his chance sooner or later. Still, even if it wasn't safe to lay his hands on her, he did actually have some official things to talk about with her as well. After clearing an S Rank mission, he'd need her to report to him.
Then he completely abandoned the idea of following Issabella, when he saw who she was talking to. The Creepy Kid. Not only was the boy himself creepy as hell, but when the Guild Master had once had to check his room in order to do some repairs for the building, he'd found a doll that was clearly possessed. He'd seen nightmares for several nights in a row after that, and avoided the boy like the plague afterwards.
Gawain turned about and nodded to the one standing near him -Sarah. There was something strange about her, but he couldn't quite place what it was. Maybe it was the fact that he had a little trouble remembering her name, even though he never forgot the name of any woman. Very odd.
As he shifted his weight on the floor, he noticed that there was a slight unevenness to it. He looked down, and noticed that the floor was burned in a small area. It did not take her long to add one and one -Issabella had been here a moment ago, and it had been very hard to not notice the Guild's very own Princess giving a brilliant argument on why she deserved to have pie.

If one S Rank mage was unavailable, one should go to the other one. A plan began to form within Gawain's mind. He had missed the wonderful opportunity of Freya's hugging round before, so he'd need to wait for a new chance. Or no. He would create a chance, not wait for one.
Hint number one: Pie.
Hint number two: Not required.
Gawain burst into action. He moved towards the kitchens. He positioned himself next to the doorway to the kitchen. He then moved his head so that he could see into the kitchen, just for the briefest moment. "Target located." He pulled his head back to hiding, having memorized the location of the target and the route to it. He concentrated. A tiny silvery portal appeared in front of him, and four small chains came out of it. Focusing his mind into this matter of utmost importance. Moving delicately, the chains entered the kitchen.
A moment later, angry shouts could be heard from inside. Gawain wrapped his hands around the chains and pulled with all his strength. The chains came flying back, with something additional in tow. As soon as the tray was in front of him, he grabbed it from the air, letting the chains wrapped around it vanish, and ran for his life. Figuratively. And he didn't actually run, since that would be plain suspicious. Instead, he moved with grace befitting a Guild Master. Though there was a certain amount of haste to his steps.
After some time, Gawain decided that he had shaken off his pursuers. Or maybe they had just decided that it was not worth it trying to chase him. Smiling, satisfied, he headed for the direction Freya had been in. It did not take long for him to find her -she was not exactly easy to miss.
Smiling, the respectable Guild Master bent over slightly next to Freya, one arm behind him, and another in front of Freya, holding a tray full of orange gelatin. "Some dessert, my dear?"

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Freya Hirane ~ Amaranth


"Woah there, that pie is for me, and mine only." Gren said. The B-Class mage was muscled to say the least for he was humongous with long, shaggy hair. Many might've found him intimidating but not Freya, for her Danger Radar was quite faulty. The young lady dressed in frills pouted, her lower lip trembling as she stared at him with her signature Puppy Face. It worked every time. "But eh, I suddenly lost my appetite for it, here, tis' for you."

Bursting into a blinding smile, Freya snatched the warm pie from Gren's hands, clutching it tightly to her as if it were her baby. Well, it was her baby and she would now devour her child. Opening her mouth wide, Freya prepared to gobble down the lovely dessert but an angelic voice interrupted her, "Come on spoiled, I don't have all day." The powerful mage giggled like a young child as Izzy made funny faces at her. Freya crossed her eyes, reaching her small tongue up to try to touch her nose. "You sure you want to fatten up now?" Izzy teased. The blonde huffed, sticking up her nose to stare the scarcely clad mage down - a failed attempt, as Izzy was 6 feet tall and Freya could not have been more than 5'3".

"I most certainly will not fatten up," Freya said with exasperation. "Besides, you could eat a barn of cows and still be hungry."

"New plan, after the the feast, we destroy each other," said Izzy, her attention wandering over to Sidney and a new girl with short dark hair. Freya struggled to contain her excitement, A newbie! Turning around and whipping someone's face with her long, wavy hair in the process, Freya demanded, "Spoon."

Someone handed her a wooden ladle that one would normally use for soup - Freya shrugged, digging up a chunk of warm apple with with the ladle - close enough. Parting her lips, Freya stuffed the gigantic 'spoon' with its large portion of pie into her mouth, filling out her entire face like a balloon. It did not take long for Freya to finish the pie, her sweet tooth and large appetite contrasted with her small size, perhaps all of it went up to her chest and down to her hips.

"Some dessert, my dear?" asked a low, masculine voice.

A muscled, solid hand wrapped around Freya shoulders. The mage blinked, her gaze falling on beautiful, beautiful orange jelly. Her life was complete. Tilting her head to look up at warm eyes of clear grey, she widened her large baby blue eyes before her lips parted in a bright smile. Her teeth were so blindingly white, it was rumoured that they sparkled in the dark. "Gawain," she said with affection. He was indeed the best master she'd ever had, completely unlike the cruel Naciel Harlen. It was hard to believe they had the same last name for surely, they were not related. Oh poo, they have the same last name. Dipping her gaze down to look around frantically, Freya reasoned with herself. Harlen was not such an uncommon surname, was it? Surely many had such a name. The honest, kind and hard working Gawain surely was not related to the monster that was Naciel Harlen.

Picking up a cup of jelly and a small spoon, Freya licked her lips with Amaranth's master towering over her. "You're the best, master," she cooed, looking back up at him with trusting eyes, "You're the most honest person I've ever met - I hope I find someone like you one day. You work so hard all the time and you're so selfless. All men should be like you!" Standing on the tips of her toes, Freya pulled herself up by the guild's leader's shoulders - and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth. A slight blush painted her cheeks as Freya smiled, smelling of apples, cinnamon and sugar, "I really like you, master."

He was such a nice old man.

Tapping her way over to the kitchen, Freya peeped the top of her head into the doorway, waving madly at the young woman with crimson hair - Yuliana. "Yulia!" she grinned before acknowledging everyone else. She'd helped Yuliana with the strew earlier and her willingness to let Freya aid them in the kitchen made the blonde mage like her all the more. "Are we ready to begin the feast?" she asked, scooping jelly onto her tongue.

"I'm really hungry," she said after eating an entire pie meant for the whole guild and god knew how many bowls of orange bliss. "The appetisers were amazing. You're all such amazing cooks. You'll teach me some time, right?" she asked, glancing at Yulia. There were nervous chuckles at her suggestion and some half-hearted nods but Freya noticed none of this.

"I think we're all done with the food now. The feast can begin," said a nearby brunette.

"Great!" Freya replied before rushing for the stage and tripping on the steps. The mage accidentally yanked on the cord of the microphone as she fell, causing a deafening screech to fill the air, followed by an awkward silence. "Ow, ow, ow..." Freya moaned, rubbing her sore nose as she stood.

"Please stand for the national anthem of Fiore," she began, standing behind the microphone stand. Freya stood on her bare toes, gripping the mic as she struggled to reach the height of the stand. Moving her head away from the mic, Freya 'whispered' loudly at Sidney who was near by, "This is national day, right?" Collective 'No's' echoed throughout the large room.

"Oopsies," Freya covered her mouth before turning back to the microphone, "I grew half an inch, everyone," she announced in the painful silence. A lone "Yay!" was shouted amongst the roomful of mages, before someone began clapping. Rather awkwardly, others began to clap, too, until everyone was clapping - for Freya's growth of half an inch or something else entirely, no one was quite sure.

"So, this is a feast to celebrate... Stuff." Freya twirled a lock of her blonde hair rather nervously. It was a mystery to all and to Freya herself, why she was Amaranth's Mistress of Ceremonies when she never quite knew what was happening. Well, at least she was nice to look at.

"Food!"

Loud shouts and fists in the air erupted as everyone began to cheer - so that was why Freya was the MC.

"Before we begin the feast, I would like to dedicate a song to my bestest sister in the world - Izzy. She's so wonderful and powerful and we need a rematch because I will destroy you," Freya said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I remember that time when we bathed together in the hot springs," Freya began, her watering eyes concentrated on Izzy as she retold the story of their nude session with meticulous detail, certainly enough to make anyone blush. "I love you, Izzy. Who loves Izzy, too?" Several whoops and hands shot up - all of which belonged to men.

Musicians appeared from seemingly nowhere as Freya sang into the mic - which was thankfully adjusted to her short height. Freya stared at her fellow S-Class mage the entire time, choosing the strangest song - Answer. Her voice was nothing like Issabella's flowing voice of rivers and oceans, Freya's voice was one of sugar and starlight. Half weeping, the young mage's sweetly melodic voice filled the room as several Freisa fans cried openly - most of which were men.

The song had nothing to do with anything but Freya was not the best at memorising lyrics and Answer was the only song she remembered how to sing. At the end of the last caramelised note, Freya tripped and fell off the stage.

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Sidney Allen


The smile on his lips grew a centimeter when his wave was returned, a ratification of his existence. His eyes didn't return back to the stitching in the chair, instead it bounced throughout the scenes in front of him. The hall faced a burst of energy shortly after, his attention drifted between the members of the guild as they interacted with one another in a style similar to a domino effect. Each moment that passed between individuals spread the infection, a virus that brought symptoms of elation in it's victims. The serum pulsed throughout his body, moved within his veins until they touched his fingertips, his toes, his ears.

Freya brought the flavor of chaos to the event, even going out of her way to squeeze the life out of him before challenging Izzy - only to be distracted by a mere dessert. Sidney had to inhale his soul back into his body, he wasn't sure if she knew her own strength. On another note, how could such a short girl be able to pack away that much food? He hadn't seen anything like it before! Maybe she had a secret magic that allowed her to consume large quantities of food without getting full, or fat for that matter. His lips pressed together with the presentation of such a thought, it was possibility.

"Hey, I have yet to know your name, are you new here? So was I." The contemplation of hidden magic evaporated in his mind when words filled the space instead. Sidney's head turned towards the voice; it belonged to a girl he had only seen only a few times before, but knew nothing about. "The name is Erina, you can just call me Eri, what about you?" The air around her was kind, but solid, far from being paper thin. He got the impression that she was a strong individual, reliable, even. "Oh," He spoke, he voice holding a soft quality that often drew out syllables. "I'm Sidney Allen. What a pleasure." His smile returned as he turned to face the girl better, retaining an open body language.

Another presence joined them soon after, this one belonging to Isabella who also took a seat on one of the chairs. The scene before him drifted to the woman, and then to the space she once occupied by the bar. The guild master stood there with an ill expression crossing his face, which Sidney found to be a bit comical. He hadn't really spoken to Gawain much, but despite his age he figured that he must be a good man, even if he seem to avoid Sidney and was a known womanizer. He did let him join Amaranth, and allowed him to keep Stamps, and that was all that mattered. Besides, he looked back to Eri and Izzy, he made a good guild for everyone to enjoy.

His eyes seemed to sparkle at the addition of the skeletal creatures to their party. They seemed to be bickering with one another, and the boy was able to count fifteen sparks before they were put out. "How have you been? And how is Amaya treating you?" No longer looking at the magic creatures, but their creator, Sidney started to tug at his scarf at the additional attention that made him both sheepish and happy. "And what about Stamps?" Those were a lot of questions to answer, but he could manage them, being as simple as they were.

"Stamps and I have been super-excellent. Like," His eyes gazed downwards and to the right, his brain trying to recall a certain feeling. "Five by five." They returned back to looking at Izzy this time, but occasionally glanced over to Eri as well. "Amaya is..." Sidney hummed in thought. "She's, Amaya." He smiled at the statement. "She acts harsh but I know that she has a good heart, she treats me well." The boy decided. He wasn't very good with his team leader's biting remarks but he was starting to get used to them, Izzy need not to worry about it. Though, it was nice of her to ask.

Sidney would have spoken again, but Freya's take over of the microphone cut his words short. Something about a national anthem and a holiday, the words were distorted when she 'whispered' the question towards him. Lucky for him, other members answered the question for him, making Freya out to look quite silly. He watched, amused, and even clapped at her announcement of growing half an inch, even if that didn't look to be the case.

Primitively, he wouldn't have guessed that the blonde was a talented singer, and her melodious voice always brought some surprise to him. How interesting it was for someone that could destroy cities to be able to sing such a lovely, gentle tune. The more notes that escaped into the room the more relaxed Sidney started to feel, until his eyelids started to feel heavy, and blinded his sight. Soothing, it reminded him of far away memories, and he only opened his eyes again when the woman crashed onto the floor.


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Murmur Burns


"I would call you a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such," A smile that could only be described as sly and snake-like crossed his face at the appearance of their guild master. She was most positively hellish, anyone deceived by her appearance wouldn't find themselves being so hunky-dory for long. "Where's that half woman friend of yours, Burns?" The woman spoke with antipathy lacing her tone, something he wasn't unaccustomed to. He brought his cup away from his lips, setting the porcelain on a similar plate.

Ravenna was dressed in clothing that showed off her many battle scars, reminding him of animals that engaged in similar behavior; using it to display their power and authority over others. She was not to be taken lightly though, many of those scars weren't there for nothing, she truly was a fearsome opponent. Even himself wouldn't want to fight against her in combat - at least not now, perhaps one day he would have the honor. "I regret to inform you that I'm not aware of his current location." His voice sweet, nearly overcoming the challenging, sour emotions behind them. "However, I'm sure he'll show up soon enough." Murmur said, watching K'Brak out of his peripheral vision. Like the younger man, he only nodded and spoke the others name in acknowledgement as he approached the black haired woman.

He was torn between hating and loving the woman that rested on the thrown. She wouldn't bend to his will easily, and that was ever so frustrating, things moved so much smoother when people weren't so stubborn. That was what he liked about her though, he did appreciate a good challenge. Every interaction between them was like a game to him, something that didn't constantly leave him being the victor. It'd make her happy if he left the guild, but the Crimson Blades was too much fun to be in, even if it came with consequences. Ravenna cutting him for use of her blood magic was one of them, seeing nauseating displays of loyalty between the woman and her right hand man could be considered another.

"Destroy Amaranth?" Amusement crossed his face, but a feeling of nervousness settled within him. That would happen all too soon; discord had to plague the country at a very precise time. If such a bedlam was to occur before he needed it to everything he had put into motion could be set back. It was better to wait for something that would work in a proper chain reaction. The words he used were chosen carefully and his face no longer displayed such lighthearted emotions. "Sounds like fun." He smiled. "Though, much of the guild will be gathered this month, given their festivities." The man said, sounding to consider the best course of action. His eyes met her own, no longer playing coy. "I would have thought you'd be presently more interested in the new slave trade mission we received. Oh, what was the guild called? 'Jyel'?" The smile he worse was positively venomous, fishing for something that could prove his suspicions to be true.

Feeling a new addition among them, Murmur turned his head to look at Vincent, who was silent as ever. That one was quite unsettling, he hardly had any information on the particular mage at all. The blue haired male had made a mental note to keep an eye on him, but he always seemed to slip away so conveniently. "What do you think about all of this, Vincent?" He questioned, dragging another person to walk on hot coals. Their guild master was so fickle, one had to be careful about what they said.

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Gawain Harlen
(Amaranth)


Freya had just finished eating her pie when Gawain came to offer the spoils of culinary war he had recently gained possession of. It did not take long for the young woman to notice the gift he had brought. The Guild Master smiled back down at the member of his guild when she looked up and smiled to him. She was truly a delightful girl. She was lovely in more ways than one. Not only was she beautiful, but also had a great personality. And most importantly, she truly seemed to like him.
"You're the best, master. You're the most honest person I've ever met - I hope I find someone like you one day. You work so hard all the time and you're so selfless. All men should be like you!" Since she said that, with such trusting eyes, it was hard to imagine that she disliked him. There was, however, a small problem. While it was a good thing that she liked Gawain, it would have been better if the way she liked him had been a bit different. After all, when the young woman stood on her toes to kiss him, she did so on his cheek. Well, this was pleasant in its own way.
"I really like you, master", Freya said after returning down from the kiss on the cheek, blushing slightly. She was so pure. It almost made Gawain feel bad about giving her a small tap on the behind when she left. Almost.
'Mission success', the respectable Guild Master thought as she watched the S Rank mage disappear into the kitchen. Though the result had not been as good as he'd hoped, it was better than he'd expected.

After Freya had left for the kitchen, Gawain was left with not much to do. He glanced about, seeing if there were potential targets nearby. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was surrounded by males and females who had been rather adamant about his earlier attempts to befriend them. He would have to move more slowly with them. Now, however, was not the time.
Sighing, the Guild Master glanced at the direction of Issabella and the Creepy Kid, wondering if he should go talk to the other S Rank member despite the company she was in. However, he now noticed that there was a third person included in their conversation. A young woman. She was rather unfeminine, but he was not someone to mistake a woman for a man, even if they were tomboyish. It took him a moment to remember who she was. Erina Harlow. She joined rather recently. Considering how new she was and her tomboyish appearance, it made sense that he hadn't remembered her instantly.
Gawain didn't get the chance to think about it for much longer, as the by far hardest-to-ignore member of the Guild scrambled onto the stage. Even without the deafening sound that suddenly filled the air, he would've noticed Freya soon enough.

The respectable Guild Master thoroughly enjoyed the show. A small smile appeared on his face at the 'national anthem' thing, but the next thing she said was much more interesting. 'Half an inch? I need to update her file.' Gawain probably found it more interesting than most people in the hall. Then again, he was probably one of the few who misunderstood it. When he heard about a woman growing, he wasn't thinking about vertical growth, but rather, 'horizontal'. Which made it much more interesting.
Gawain kept listening to Freya attentively, and was soon rewarded for his attention, when the subject of her speech turned to Issabella, and a particular story involving her. As soon as he heard the first words of the most interesting story, his hand dived into a pocket, bringing out a notebook and a pen. He began to furiously write down every word he heard, right under what seemed to be a detailed report of the Guild's activities, addressed to a member of the Council. When the story ended and Freya asked her question "I love you, Izzy. Who loves Izzy, too?", Gawain's hand was among those that shot up.
Satisfied after having heard the fascinating story and having written it down, Gawain put the notebook back into the pocket it had been in. Freya began to sing not long afterwards, and he listened to it attentively for some time, before noticing something else interesting.

A small gravitational abnormality in the direction of the kitchen. Being a user of Gravity Magic himself, he had grown sensitive to such things, even if the abnormality did not affect him. The Guild Master turned his head to look at the direction he had sensed the abnormality from, wondering what the cause had been. Then he noticed the Music Boy, and his interest dissipated. He knew the boy could use Gravity Magic, so he was the prime suspect. He was, however, a he, and thus of little interest to him. Well, it might be interesting to do some research on Gravity Magic by training with him, but this was not the time for training.
Besides, something happened to a person who was of interest to Gawain. Freya had fallen off the stage -not that that was particularly surprising. The Guild Master was about to head over to her, but then he realized that she hadn't fallen particularly hard. In fact, her collision with the floor had seemed strangely soft. Gawain thought about it for a brief moment, but then shrugged. Someone had probably interfered. Freya was well-liked, and it wasn't like a room full of mages had no one who could soften someone's fall. Gawain could name several of them, and then there were males as well. He decided that Freya was fine. Even if the blow hadn't been softened, she was still an S Rank mage, and one of them wouldn't be seriously harmed by something like that.
Gawain turned his attention back to the Music Boy. He'd noticed something just before Freya had drawn his attention again. His eyes searched the boy's surroundings, and soon found what he'd thought was interesting. Amaya Tanaka. A promising B Rank mage. And more importantly, she was also rather attractive. She had a good sense of style as well. The respectable Guild Master approved of her. There was just the problem that she was a bit hard to approach, to put it mildly. She seemed to dislike attention. Still, he would eventually get to her. He nodded in greeting, just in case she happened to look in his direction.

"Now then..." Tearing his attention apart from his interests -that is, women- the Guild Master turned to his duties. This was a party, so he didn't have anything official to do. However, as a Guild Master, the representative of the Guild, he had to stay in top shape, both physically and mentally. And that could mean only one thing when in a situation like this.
Food.
He grabbed a plate and began to pile up food onto it. A very large amount of it. This was a feast, after all. But perhaps surprisingly for those who knew him, or thought they knew him, everything he gathered on his plate was actually healthy food. While the size of the meal was large, it was a very balanced one, giving him everything he needed. Building and maintaining muscles such as his did not come from exercise alone, but also from a healthy diet.
He began to eat, approving of the taste. Everything had been made by members of the Guild, and it tasted very good. His Guild had many great cooks in it. 'And they're beautiful as well', he thought while eating. Everything tasted better if it was made by a beautiful woman. Of course, it would taste even better if he was eating it in the company of one as well.


Yuliana Lumina
(Amaranth)


Not long after she had returned to the kitchen to finish up the last few dishes before the official start of the feast, Yuliana saw chains shooting into the kitchen and wrapping themselves around the gelatin that had just finished being chilled properly. She shouted out a warning to the other members in the kitchen, and they tried to grab the tray the gelatin was on, but the chains were pulled out swiftly. Yuliana recognized the magic that had been used. It was definitely the Guild Master's. Some of the other cooks were about to chase after the thief, but Yuliana stopped them. "Give it up. They'll be gone by the time we find him, and we can always chastise him later." Some seemed reluctant, but others nodded. It was no great mystery who was guilty of the theft. This was not the first time their master had done something like this with those chains of his. But Yuliana was determined to root out that bad habit of his. She had decided to make a decent Guild Master out of that old man not a week after she had joined Amaranth. It might take years, but she was determined.
Yuliana and the other cooks returned to what they had been doing before the small incident Yuliana herself turned to arrange some salad onto a plate in a beautiful, colorful pattern. She put a great amount of effort into small things such as this, even though she knew most people would not stop to appreciate it.

Right after she had finished with the salad, someone familiar entered the kitchen, calling Yuliana by the name she preferred to be called. She turned around to smile to Freya brightly, and kept the smile even after she noticed what the younger but much more powerful girl was doing. 'I guess it's no great mystery why the old man took them', Yuliana thought to herself as she looked at Freya eating the last bits of the orange gelatin she had made. Considering the Guild Master's personality and Freya's, it wasn't too hard to imagine what had happened. The question was, how far had the old man gone? It was unlikely that he had done too much -even he couldn't be that forward with someone like Amaranth's Princess.
"I'm really hungry. The appetisers were amazing. You're all such amazing cooks. You'll teach me some time, right?" Yuliana smiled noncommittally to Freya. She had no qualms towards teaching the girl cooking, but she was a bit doubtful about whether she could actually learn. She had shown the people in the kitchen her 'talent' quite well earlier.
Yuliana nodded to the brunette who said that they were ready. There wasn't much else left to do. All the food was ready, and they'd only need to bring in more food as the trays that were already on the tables were emptied. Only a couple people needed to stay behind to watch the food.
Freya left after it was affirmed that the feast was ready to begin. Yuliana turned to the others. "I'll take the first watch", she told them. They were all hungry, even though they'd done some tasting themselves to make sure that the food they'd made was actually good enough to bring into the tables. Thankful, the others nodded and left the kitchen. They'd come back when it was their turn to watch over the food or when the tables were starting to run out of food.

Yuliana let out a sigh of relief and sat down onto a chair in the kitchen after the chore of cooking had finally finished. She did enjoy cooking, but it was a lot of work, cooking for so many.
While she had indeed volunteered for the first watch, she really wanted to join the feast soon herself. She really enjoyed festivities, and had done a lot of preparation. Despite being in a kitchen, she was wearing a fancy dress of a brilliant red -V306-S501-Y479-W320-L029-B731-6, a color close to the color of her hair- decorated with pure white patterns. Of course, she was wearing an apron over it, but it was nothing shabby either. It was made of fine material and had intricate floral patterns on it.
Using the free time she had now, Yuliana began to braid her hair. She'd tied it into a simple ponytail while cooking, but that was not quite enough for a party. A feast required something more ornate, something that a complex braided hairstyle can provide. Hearing Freya's lovely voice singing outside, she hummed herself while working on her hair
Unfortunately, the braiding took both her hands, and when another thief appeared in the kitchen, pulling away a plate of meat without any physical contact, she couldn't grab the food in time. She did, however, identify the thief before he fled. He made a mental note to chastise him later as well. At this pace, he'd have to spend the entire next day scolding people. Unless they fled using the excuse of doing a mission first, of course.
She sighed, and returned to braiding her hair. Some time after the singing had stopped, she finally finished, standing up. She brushed her dress with a hand, making sure it was in good order, before going to stand by the kitchen door. Soon, a replacement arrived to take her turn watching, and she was free to join the feast herself. She entered the main area, looking for a spot to sit in.

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Amaya Tanaka


As soon as Amaya had temporarily used her magic to catch Freya- though honestly the girl would just be falling over again in a minute, so Amaya didn't know why she bothered- she was back to leaning casually against a pillar. She accepted Freya's blown kiss with a playful pretense to catch it and pat it to her cheek, just to humor the childish mage before said girl went running off towards the table of food.
Food! To anyone else she might have looked bored leaning back with narrowed eyes as she did, but she was attentively scoping out the food table. Luckily, there was a decent portion of the chocolate truffles left. Sitting there oh so innocently just waiting for someone to snatch them up.Better yet, Yuliana had just switched shifts, and it was always somehow easier to get away with taking food when the other redhead wasn't there, She was a brilliant cook, much too brilliant, as were other cooks in Amaranth's kitchens. It would be an insult if nobody tried to steal the food! Amaya was just debating how to go about her robbery when her teammate Browen appeared in front of her, dressed like a circus clown, like always. Amaya rather liked Browen. His sense of style always provided amusement to her, and his slow paced way of action kept him from making snappy remarks back at her. Her fellow B rank was also rather powerful with his different magic. Amaya guess he could aim for a much higher rank if he had the motivation.

"Morning Amaya, How are you today?"

"Have quite headache, not made any better by your bright ensemble."
She reached out with left hand , momentarily distracted by one of the feather on his hat, prodding it interestingly before returning her hands to her side. Browen had casually begun eating his plate of meat again. Amaya's eyes twitched up, flickering around the room for a moment, making quick eye contact with the guild master, who nodded in greeting. She didn't bother nodding back, continuing her scope of the room. She saw the table of food- Oh for the love of.... Of course the Princess Freya was devouring those truffles she'd seen earlier. Oh the sadness, that many gone to waste being shoveled into the mouths of the hyper girl and.... a teddy bear. Amaya groaned, deciding to head over and snatch one of the trays for herself while Freya was distracted. She finished her oservations of the room, noting Sidney, Issabella and a new girl, sitting in the lounge area. Ah, Sidney. He was newer to the guild, assigned to Amaya's team, and though she treated him like everybody else she harbored a worry for his slim cat loving form. Actually, she harbored a worry for Browen as well, with his delayed reflexes. She expected him to get hit by a throwing blade or a quick magic any day now.
It was obviously notable that she was much nicer to Browen and Sidney, her other team member, than to anyone else. Browen, because she thought of him as a friend, perhaps, and Sidney, well, because Sidney looked like a breath of wind would knock him into a million pieces.

The red head turned her attention back to her team member.
"Okay circus freak, here's what were gonna do. We're going over there and taking at least one tray of those chocolate truffles first of all. And then you, Sidney and I are picking a job. We really need to start picking them together." Amaya shuddered at the multiple times they had each separately signed the team up for jobs that only suited the one who'd picked it, and often coincidentally exploited the other's weakness. Even Sidney had once signed them up for breaking a cat possession charm, worth little money, simply because he'd seen the word cat. that had actually been a rather scary event. Cat possessions were not a joke.
"We need to pick better jobs, that we can get the full money for. I'm short on rent and drinking money."

She looped an arm around Browens shoulders not giving him time to agree or disagree with anything she'd just said, too intent on getting those truffles before Freya could. And team bonding of course. But mostly the truffles. She'd have to steal them, sneakily maybe. Or perhaps the harpy looking brunette would send them over, not wanting all the food to be wasted on Freya. Hm.

Amaya navigated Browen stealthily around Freya and made a gesture at the brunette, signaling she was taking the truffles. She just threw her hands up, exasperated and shot, "Go right on ahead, because obviously no one else will be able to get any!"

She snatched up the tray gleefully, letting go of Browen as she strut away. "Come on then Lord of the Color Blind, bring your mismatched little but on over here!"

With that she navigated easily into the sitting area Sidney Issabella and an unfamiliar face were sitting.
"Good day my dear frail Sidney, Madame Reaper, unfamiliar he-she I don't know." She perched onto the love seat that faced the chairs the three were seated in, balancing her tray of eclairs on her gloved fingers. She tilted it towards the unfamiliar tomboy looking girl, in a way to make up for her comment, knowing some people didn't now quite how rude/frank she was. "I'm Amaya. Chocolate Truffle? I saved some from Freya."
She moved her eyes to Issabella, taking in the warriors scantily dressed elegant figure. Back from a difficult mission and looking like she'd just emerged from a photo shoot with sorcerer weekly. Truly a role model!
"You should really keep an eye on your princess, " Amaya chuckled slightly. "She'll eat the entire feast."
After the appropriate amount of time had passed for the unfamiliar girl to take an truffle, she moved the tray out to Issabella and Sidney. She narrowed her eyes at the boy. "Eat one, I can nearly see your bones through your clothes. You need to build up for our next mission."

(OOC: Sorry I went crazy with dialogue, wanted to get some stuff started as I might be absent tomorrow, depending. Sorry I'm posting it here, I'm expected to leave for something in like, two minutes, just letting you know. I'll edit this out next time I can get online!)

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Issabella Esther Carrington

(Amaranth: Lounge Area)


Izzy heard Freya's voice echo throughout the guild - but not before she told the story of them both at the hot springs. Freya never did have any shame, and it seemed she took great pleasure in embarrassing those around her. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw the headmaster writing something down. Likely that it was the very story in which Freya was telling, it was like that perverted man to do so. Turning her attention back to Sidney, she noticed the singing seemed to soothe him. It seemed like he was almost on the verge of drifting off to sleep. She smiled at the boy with adoration in her eyes, never had she envied Freya so much. Was it her voice in particular that soothed him? Or perhaps it was the song in general - she couldn't be sure. Freya once mused about her voice, but she wasn't about to hop onto the stage which Freya stood - or didn't stand, as she had just fallen from the stage. This was probably one of those moments people would do that odd face palm thing which Izzy never understood. Freya was a clumsy thing, she could probably trip over her feet multiple times a day. Luckily Amaya caught her using her shadow magic, and Browen approached them as well checking up on her well being.

"Stop that." Izzy scolded, though rather calmly. "That's enough for today, take it easy darlings. Mommy loves you." And with that, the bickering little creatures disappeared. Izzy had created the creatures to be fully functioning beings that learned like every other creature, with emotions, and the ability to retain memory after being returned from their summon. Izzy noticed Sidney's eyes opened again when Freya stopped singing. She wondered what he had been thinking of during the soothing tune. What kind of things went on in Sidney's mind? "Good day my dear frail Sidney, Madame Reaper, unfamiliar he-she I don't know." came a familiar voice. It was Amaya, one of the wizards in which Sidney was teamed with, while she didn't come off as the friendliest of people Izzy deemed her a decent person with a rough exterior. She also had great potential as a wizard, however at the moment she was sitting at rank B. Frail. This was actually not so much a smart sarcastic comment as it was true. Sidney looked so delicate and fragile, like the slightest touch could hurt him, and he was so thin. Izzy wasn't sure why that was exactly, another thing she could add to her list of reasons to worry about Sidney.

Izzy looked up at the truffles in front of her, chocolate, she quite liked chocolate. "Thank you." she said, grabbing one. The fact she was able to rescue them from the garbage disposal that was Freya was a feat in itself. "You should really keep an eye on your princess, " Amaya chuckled slightly. "She'll eat the entire feast." Izzy turned to Freya, who seemed to be having some kind of eating contest with one of her spirits. "Let the princess have her fun." she said, mentally betting on Freya over the spirit. She was a bottomless pit, but then again, perhaps the spirit inherited the traits of its master. "Eat one, I can nearly see your bones through your clothes. You need to build up for our next mission." Her attention wandered from Amaya to Sidney again. "Truffles is hardly a meal, though." she stated, now concerned about Sidney's well being. "What might your next mission be?"

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Character Portrait: Ravenna Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Murmur Burns Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka Character Portrait: Kiev Draginua
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"Good day my dear frail Sidney, Madame Reaper, unfamiliar he-she I don't know." All too soon the world snapped back into focus. He had been too intent at staring at the blurs of color, they drew away his mind and stole his memory. What was happening now? Sidney eventually saw Amaya, who had found her place on the love seat, boasting an array of 'rescued' sweets. "She'll eat the entire feast." His face hid a ghost of a frown. Darn, he had drifted off again, the thought of desserts needing saving being too entertaining his mind. Were they talking about Freya now? They must be, he didn't know anyone else who was capable of such a thing.

The tray was shoved in his direction and his brain found its center. Chocolate was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Amaya was ordering him to take one, commenting on the visibility of his skeleton. His stomach sunk and he looked downwards, locking his vision on his hands. That was true enough, and with further examination Sidney discovered that his sweater didn't do much softening to the jagged corners that were his shoulders and elbows, not to mention his collarbones. A lot of people had said similar things, his parents for example, though the doctors and nurses usually used technical words that he had to ask the meanings for. They were right, he knew that, but food was food. He usually didn't like it very much, but currently he didn't nurse any aversion to it.

Now Issabella was speaking, he'd wait until she was finished. "What might your next mission be?" Ultimately he ended up shaking his head to reject Amaya's offer. No truffles. Cookies and pies were fine sometimes, but he didn't care for such rich treats. Instead he stood up from his seat, his sock clad feet barely making any noise on the ground. Were they going to go on a mission soon? That would be pretty nice, maybe they would do another cat-related job? Hopefully it wouldn't be so difficult, any job that wasn't life threatening could be nice. "Oh, I don't like mushrooms." Was his line to reject the food being direction at him. Of course that was the wrong kind of truffle, but it was something to say all the same.

Without saying anything else, Sidney had left the group and walked towards the feast, being sure to put a good space between himself and Freya. The eating contest going away was amusing in itself, but such a commotion was something to avoid. He looked over the variety of dishes that were prepared, searching for something that would sit well in his stomach. Sooner or later he found himself holding a bowl of soup, which only amounted to about two ladles full. He also gripped onto a spoon in his other hand and held a roll between his lips. That was definitely plenty, more than he would have eaten before joining the guild at any rate.

It was rude to eat on a lounge chair opposed to the dinner table, though one might not call the tables in Amaranth such a thing. They were rather crowded as well, and Sidney waded until he was an area with a little less people, ending up standing next to Yuliana. "Greetings." The word came out muffled due to the bread still being carried with the help of his mouth. What a welcome, but it was as good as it was going to get. The boy took a spot nearby and placed the roll to the side, yet he didn't dig into his meal right after. Instead he looked over to Yuliana again. "Do you want to sit with me?" He asked childishly. "Of course, you don't have to. This end of the table is short a peg, rather unconventional that is." He spoke while poking at the contents of the bowl.


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Murmur Burns

(Jyel)


The man had led them to an unimpressive building. The architecture was old, aged, and it wasn't for the few lights that were burning on inside it would have been regarded as abandoned. It was a fine location for holding slaves and other wrongdoings, though it looked like it lacked proper guards. Ravenna and the unnamed man entered, officially ending their trailing, but he made no order to follow them any further. The man's obvious course of action was to lock the new addition away, carrying attention of others with him. Their guild master was quite the looker; her arrival wouldn't be ignored, even if she was currently unconscious. The choice to use her as a way to distract the enemy was easily made. She would be fine on her own, and if they needed to they would retrieve her if she didn't wake early enough.

This was as good of a time as any. They might as well use the front door. It must of come to some shock, seeing them walk in unannounced and not accounted for like that. A muscular man and his scruffy looking side-kick eyed them as if trying to place the reason for their intrusion. "Hey, do you have any business here?" The bulkier of the two asked, instantly trying to size up their value. A couple of henchmen was candy, but it would be best to take care of the problem quickly and with any luck, silently. "Shhh," He warned, a card with an minimalistic decorated back being summoned into his hands. His fingers turned it over, reveling it to be the Two of Cups, before it vanished from their sight. Basic water magic, unfortunate for him, yet it would do the job. "Quiet now." With a bit of concentration the moisture that hung in the air could be harvested, the bucket of water left for cleaning purposes was helpful to his cause too.

Drowning had a few upsides, it being relatively quiet was one of them. The men did struggle, when water enveloped their heads they were quick to fight back as soon as they stopped trying to jerk their way out of the liquid. They came marching forward with their knives in hand, only making a few advances forward before falling onto their knees. It was a devastating fate, their heads would be pounding, it would feel like their brains would explode until they sucked water into their lungs. It wasn't all cruel, they would feel a moment of relief as they let go and finally died. Murmur didn't bother watching their last moments, he spent his valuable time on casting a concealment spell instead. That would keep everyone inside, and the building would appear as it always did to the outside world. There would be no quick getaways for the people here, nor any reinforcements.

The mission should come first, but who said he couldn't multitask? He found it hard to believe that this was the elusive Jyel's base, but there should be someone who knew of the location, of both that and the missing girl. Or so to say, he would attempt to kill two birds with one stone. Knowing more about the organization could be beneficial, especially to his own personal interests. They would go room to room, corridor to corridor, and in their search any enemy that was a bit too loud was quickly silenced. To his disappointment most of the members were more interested in throwing a fuss instead of loaning some information. Between the three of them taking care of the criminals wasn't a problem, but the longer they continued this the more attention they would alert.

"She's down the hall!" Murmur smiled as the man currently in questioning shed some light on the situation by choking out his desperate words. "The second door to the right. Please don't kill me, I'm only doing this for my wife, she's-" What an ugly voice, the bulging of his eyes suit that middle aged face so much more. He turned out of the room as the body fell onto the floor, filling the space with a quiet thud. So far they hadn't heard much about the guild other than there were several branches and locations, it looked like the knowledge of it was hidden even amongst its members. On the up side they were able to watch the death if the man who had stolen Ravenna in the first place, a task he had taken personally.

At least they could now retrieve the young girl. As he exited into the hallway he heard a voice in his head. Sleeping beauty had woken up. 'You suck at following.' He couldn't say he wasn't expecting that, but he could deal with her anger later. There was something more interesting present; a figure standing in the doorway outside of where Rosie was being held. Was that their fault? They may have started to cause a bit of a stir. "What do you think you're doing?" Pity, they were not happy, not in the slightest. He might as well drag the mood further south. With a smile on his face, a pleasant voice at the ready, Murmur interrupted the moment by stepping towards the area. "Good evening, we were just stopping by."

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Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka Character Portrait: Gawain Harlen
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The feast continued normally, Amaya was in good spirits and Freya wasn't injured actually she was devouring an amount of food worthy of the Imperial feast of an Eastern country especially known for lasting days although it seemed that she was eating mostly sweets and Amaya had her eyes fixed in one of the elements that the S rank mage was eating, Browen felt a pain in the neck and a small flashback revealed the cause: the over-enthusiastic hug of the girl who now reveled with the feast.

"Okay circus freak, here's what were gonna do. We're going over there and taking at least one tray of those chocolate truffles first of all. And then you, Sidney and I are picking a job. We really need to start picking them together."
"We need to pick better jobs, that we can get the full money for. I'm short on rent and drinking money."


Indeed she was right, the last job that Browen chose involved entertainment at a children's party, he had to admit that Amaya wasn't made for that kind of missions and better not to talk about the cat possession charm, Browen decided to confine all his memories about that mission in the realm of fantasy and never think about it again, for the sake of his mental health was the right decision, when he returned to focus on the present he realized his surroundings had changed and before he knew it was close to Freya with her multiple trays, Amaya recovered one left saying something.

"Come on then Lord of the Color Blind, bring your mismatched little but on over here!"

He stood eating for a while, someone bumped into him and his hat fell to the ground but the boy continued eating, his brain procesed too late that Amaya went to where his other teammate to talk about missions, Sidney, that boy's mind was a mystery and his body looked as if made of crystal, pure and fragile crystal, Browen walked towards Amaya at the time when Sydney left that place, "Let's choose a mission, I still don't pay this month rent" spoke when he get together with the Amaya's group, the tray was still in his hand so he kept eating his meat.

"Nice to see Issabella" he failed to notice that the other S rank mage was present, Browen didn't get along very well with her, she was a perfectionist and he was the opposite but even so he respect her a bit, scratched his head, "My name Browen" he introduced himself noticing an unknown girl, a new face in the guild, after a couple of seconds he continued eating while the leader was giving a speech that ended with the phrase.

"GO OUT THERE AND EARN THE GUILD SOME MONEY!"

That was when he realized the tragedy that had come suddenly, Browen didn't understand how he could have failed to notice that something so serious was going on "Amaya I lost my hat and my guitar!" he exclamed in despair while tried to remember that time had lost both elements, especially the hat the instrument for him were something almost disposables.

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Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka Character Portrait: Erina Harlow
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Amaya nodded when Izzy thanked her for the truffle, and pulled them back onto her lap when she recognized Sidney wasn't going to take one. She knew his expressions well enough.
"Truffles is hardly a meal, though." Izzy said sounding concerned.
"No kidding, but he never really eats a full meal, now does he?" Amaya shot back, slightly annoyed. Now that she thought about it though, she truffles were probably too rich for the boys tastes anyway, so she took a small breath, seriously intending to try and be nicer to the S-rank. Of course, her suspicions were confirmed when Sidney stood up.
"Oh, I don't like mushrooms,"

Amaya scoffed, about to launch into what she considered a concerned exclamation (Though it was honestly quite rude), but before she could say a word, her face took on an expression of surprise when the pale cat-lover melded into the crowd, disappearing quickly. She looked back to Izzy and shrugged when she realized the older girl had asked her a question.
"What might your next mission be?"

Amaya plopped her left arm on the arm rest of her chair, the arm with an elbow length glove, resting her chin in her hand as she popped truffles into her mouth.

"Not sure, that's why me and Browen were on our way over, to get Sidney and decide... I was going to force us to pick to pick a good one together..."
Amaya quickly stopped the mental images of the cat possession job, not to mention the one Browen had picked... that had resulted in some seriously unhappy parents. She fractionally raised an eyebrow at Izzy, wondering if she remembered when Amaya's team had come home in shambles, Browen sheepish, Sidney nearly in tears and Amaya fuming and set to kill someone.

"I need real money, and real action." Amaya growled, jealous of Issabella's single-team status for a moment. She didn't have to worry about Browen's lack of attention, or frail Sidney! Thinking of Browen, Amaya wondered briefly where he was, when he appeared on cue behind her.

"Let's choose a mission, I still don't pay this month rent"

Amaya glanced up, rolling her eyes. She'd been wanting to pick a mission all week, but Browen had been distracted, Sidney to hesitant to pick, and both had been preoccupied by this oncoming feast. She waited until he'd greeted Izzy and introduced himself to the new girl, who still hadn't spoken.
Of course, The Master then chose to make his speech about not having enough money, which just reinforced Amaya's resolve to get a good paying job. If Browen could get focused on it, then her and him could protect Sidney well enough if things came down to it. And it'd be a good learning experience.
Gawain finished with a proclamation to go and and make some money. Amaya shoveled some last truffles into her mouth, and glanced to Browen.
"Well then rainbow, let's go ahead-"

"Amaya, I lost my hat and my guitar!"

The red-head face palmed. Honestly, I will never be a mother.
But, still, she wasn't going to leave her teammate without his precious guitar, though she didn't see why the hat mattered. Either way, she'd help. As long as it didn't take to long.

"Calm down clown, we'll find them in a minute."
Amaya stood up, pulling down her short tube dress slightly and dropped the half-empty tray of truffles onto Issabella's lap.
"If you know any missions that might suite our mismatched little parade, be sure to tell me on my way back by...I have to go find a guitar."

She rolled her eyes at Izzy as if to prove how stupid this endeavor was, then moved to Browen's side.
"Okay, we'll find them, but no stalling. After we're picking a mission and getting money, no matter what." She stood on her toes and scanned the area, hoping she'd easily spot her teammates missing goods. If not, she could always send some shadow snakes out looking, but that could cause a ruckus, and it was much to much effort to see from their eyes.
"Where'd you last see them then?"

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Character Portrait: Ravenna Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Murmur Burns Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Erina Harlow
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Ravenna ~ Crimson Blade


The blazing red heart of a deep blue flame floated closer but Ravenna was too worn from the night's events to lift her head and ask that Murmur leave. Her body felt dangerously numb but she couldn't bring herself to care. As she had many times before, she found herself cursing her late master - Naciel Harlen. Why in hell did he have to die and leave his guild in her hands? Still, she owed him as much.

"I'm not asking for you to trust me, but I won't let you wallow and die."

"I will do as I please and die when I feel like it," she huffed, dropping her legs from her chest to settle them on the floor. Ravenna turned her heavy head towards Murmur and the bundle of medical equipment surrounding him. A tiny spark of irritation fluttered in her chest; she needed no help from anyone. Reaching for the ember of irritation, she clutched it around her like an iron shield. Irritation, rage, frustration, that she could cope with. Never ending sadness she could not. So the dark mage clutched the small spark and snapped, "You were dismissed."

He did not listen but instead pressed a wet cloth to her wounds - Ravenna flinched slightly at the contact. He tended to her injuries with a gentleness she very much despised and yet, there was a sick feeling in her chest that felt strangely warm and comforting, yet agonising in its greatness. Ravenna turned her head from Murmur, aware of how close he was. She was injured, spent of her magical power and alone with a man. Pressing her forehead to the edge of her soft mattress, Ravenna did her best to hide the pathetic slither of fear in her eyes. Death clutched her hands tightly together to still their barely noticeable shake; she did not like the closeness of their bodies, much less the artificial tenderness he showed.

Murmur's warmth nudged against her shivering skin and his weight crushed her small frame. A small whimper escaped her lips as a large hand clamped down on her wrists and sticky lips marked her skin. There was a sharp ringing of pain, persistent as it filled her with its agony. She pressed her eyelids tightly shut, hoping to make it all disappear. Her young body could not take the torment and she feared she would shatter and she wished she would. She wanted to disappear and fade into oblivion but life was not kind; blissful death was a mercy she would never be given. The man crushed her bones beneath him, crushed her spirit, crushed it all.

Ravenna’s eyes pale snapped into focus and she found herself panting in cold sweat – was the poison causing her to hallucinate? Lifting her now freshly scarred wrist, she ran her fingers through her long hair as she watched Murmur with eyes she hoped were not wide with fear. Did he notice? She only prayed she did not whimper and humiliate herself before him. She was guild master and such displays of weakness would only dampen her fragile hold on them and give the S-class mage power over her.

Shoving her brief moment of self-pity from her mind, she spoke with purposeful monotony, “You will not speak of this.” Pausing, she continued in a quiet tone of voice, "You may leave." A part of her did not wish for him to go, for his flame was as good as the sun in such absolute darkness. Not that that was not familiar, of course. Brushing her thoughts away, she chastised herself for being so easily moved by such small displays of kindness. Right, kindness. Murmur was nearly as heartless as her. The blue haired man was selfish, cold and conniving. She knew better than to see him for anything less than what he was - a very skilled liar.

The woman who barely looked 25 stood and strolled over to her cello - whom she'd named 'Sora' - that sat by a frame of large windows. The dark wood of the instrument leaned against a plain stand, waiting to be touched. Ravenna lifted the bow from a small table and sat on a stool that rested by the glass, settling the instrument between her legs. Leaning her cello against herself, Ravenna gripped the slim bow – and began to play.

The notes sang through the air as her fingers trembled against the taut strings to create an eerie vibrato within the melancholy sounds. With her head bowed over the instrument, she played a a familiar melody of sweet sadness.

Her wounds rippled beneath the movements of her arms but she felt none of it. Ravenna was far gone, in a place where she could breathe underwater, rather than drown. With Sora, it was as if she no longer became Death and the aura of power and cruelty that plagued the air in which she lived faded, however temporarily. Watching her create such music, it was possible for one to believe she were a mere girl with a sad past and nothing more.

Dark eyelashes brushed against her cheeks as she filled the guild with her haunting melodies. Unusually, she did not care if anyone heard - Ravenna was tired. Her long hair cascaded over the used wood of her cello, curling over the bends and hollows of the now living thing. If she was not consumed in responsibility, Ravenna would play her cello for an eternity without pause. Her memories washed against her mind like tides brushing against a shore, but they did not hurt as much as they did before.

Ravenna breathed with along with the instrument, holding her breath in the long drawn notes, exhaling as she pushed the bow fluidly over the strings. It was Naciel Harlen who taught her to play so beautifully, the brute man was only ever gentle with his violin. He wished for the company of another and felt the cello suited Ravenna. It was a great gift, considering how little gentleness the late master ever gave. He was the sort to crush his pupil's fingers to teach them a lesson on how to inflict pain on others, not one to sit patiently by a young girl and teach her how to caress a cello. Yet he did and that was all it took to make Ravenna do his bidding. He was the first and only to treat Ravenna with such genuine kindness.

The poison pulsed in her veins, her blood doing its best to push the taint from her system. It was not fatal and Ravenna would be fine in the morning but right then, she was merely alive. Her fingers stilled on the cello and her bow slipped from her fingers to clatter on the ground. Ravenna's eyelids fluttered and in the silence of her chambers, she finally let herself go - letting the darkness consume her as she fell forwards.

Freya ~ Amaranth basement


"You smell nice. Sweet. Like food."

Zombies ate? Freya watched the fairy - who'd left her hair for the blonde corpse-demon-zombie-creep's. Standing clumsily, bright stars balanced on the tips of her fingers. Freya walked backwards, facing the blonde creature. "You want food?" she asked, her voice more high pitched than usual with her fear. "Follow me."

She walked backwards, unlocking the basement door as she walked up the stairs, nearly tripping for her eyes were too deeply buried in the undead creature to observe where she was walking. Reaching her hand behind her back, she opened the final door that would lead her to the safety of her guild. She considered locking the creepy man down here but her conscience got the better of her and she thought surely even the dead would fear a lonely basement such as this.

"Come, boy. There's a good boy. Gooood boy," she cooed, slipping into the blissful lights of the guild. When the undead corpse crossed the border and stood within the ground level of the guild - Freya shouted none too quietly.

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" she ran at the nearest person - Amaya, Browen, Izzy and the new girl in this case and tackled Izzy to the floor. "I-i-it corpse alive fairy MINIATURE PEOPLE!" Grabbing Browen's shirt, she pulled the taller boy down to her eye level, widening her impossibly large blue eyes. "Do you know what this means, Browy-boo...? Vampires," she choked. "Vampires are real."

Waving frantically at the dust-covered man who was just dead before and now appeared to be the walking dead, Freya gushed. "He tried to eat me. Eeeeaaattt meee." Pausing, she shoved her finger between Browen's lips and teeth. "I'M A CUPCAKE!"

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Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Sikes Keller Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Cedar Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka
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Issabella Esther Carrington (Izzy)

(Amaranth Lounge)


Izzy finished off the last of her truffles, making a mental note to have some more to eat before all the food was devoured by her royal spoiledness. When she looked up she noticed Sidney had made his way over to Yuliana, and the two were conversing. She had always thought the two to be alike in a lot of ways, however if ever put in some kind of dangerous scenario together, the two would certainly meet their demise. She watched them for a moment and noticed Yuliana was able to get Sidney to eat, she was perhaps the only one thus far that had been able to do so. Somewhere inside, she envied her. Izzy's thoughts were interrupted however, by the headmaster whom started talking about the funds of the guild. He now had her undivided attention, as she considered guild funds extremely important as they took care of all the members of the guild - to an extent. She had always worked really hard to get money for the guild, most of the money she earned she donated directly to the guild, as she didn't really think she needed it for anything. She had lived with much less for most of her life, there was no reason she needed to spoil herself with unnecessary things. She did however, surprise Freya with a gift or two every now and again after big missions. When the headmaster said they were broke, she was in disbelief. It was true they had many more members to take care of, and this feast would have cost a lot in itself, but where did the rest of the money go? What had her money been used for? And now the headmaster wanted them to all go out and earn money. A wave of guilt washed over her as she had taken no money back from her month long mission, she didn't need or want any, but apparently the guild did.

Amaya then started speaking to her about their next mission. The fact they hadn't picked anything yet didn't surprise her, but she was happy to hear that Amaya wanted them to collectively pick one. She doubted that that's what would happen though. Her comment of real money and real action made her think of herself, or not so much the real money part. Money was never something, that was important to her, at least, not until now. As an S rank wizard she felt obligated to bring in a good chunk of the money, and she should do so now. The fact she didn't have anyone she had to split money with would work to her advantage yet again. Browen then approached them with the matter of his missing hat and guitar, while Amaya was clearly irritated by something she must have thought trivial, Izzy thought it was something precious to him and gave Amaya a nod as she left looking down at the plate of truffles which had been plopped into her lap. It was typical of Amaya, but she didn't think much of it, she gently placed the plate in front of the new member and smiled at her. "All for you then." she said.

"Meat!" Izzy turned to the direction of the loud booming voice which seemed to echo through the whole guild. Her eyes met an unknown male, who seemed entranced by the food in front of him. He proceeded towards a table of food and stuffed his face with it like he hadn't eaten in centuries. She was slightly curious about the individual, and continued to watch him until he stopped and looked around, as if he just processed what he did. "Um....I'm here...to join?" She smiled, slightly. It almost wasn't noticeable, but it was there for a second. Or maybe it wasn't. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked him using telepathy. She then stood up and casually walked up to the boy, who seemed nervous or perhaps embarrassed. There was also a look of horror in his eyes the second he saw the others. "Don't worry, this food was for all the members, and if you intend to join, that you had every right to it as we do." this time she spoke directly. Her voice was soft and sweet but it lacked enough emotion to distinguish her mood - as usual. Immediately, she noticed his eyes, they were red. Not just red, but a beautiful, dark shade of red. Her head tilted slightly and she looked at him with curious eyes. "The headmaster is just there if you would like to speak to him about joining." she motioned towards the stage. She wasn't sure if now was the best time, but then, waiting probably wouldn't be good either. "Try to relax, alright?" she added telepathically. She paused for a moment and looked him over again. "You have beautiful eyes."

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Izzy started to turn towards what she knew to be Freya's voice, but she didn't get the chance. The next thing she felt, was herself hitting the floor. Her head hit a nearby chair, but the furniture had spared the rest of her. "What?" she asked, sitting up looking at Freya who was rambling on top of her. She then got up and spazzing at Browen. Zombies and vampires and miniature people. Things were going to eat her. Izzy stood up and pushed Freya out of the way, knocking her forwards into Browen. She looked towards the direction in which Freya came, to find a pale blond haired individual standing in front of her. Accompanied by what fictional stories might have called a fairy or pixie. "Is this your zombie, your vampire, and whatever nonsense you were spewing?" She sighed. "He's not the undead, but by the looks of it, he might be joining them soon." He was covered in dust, and looked a little frail, appeared either tired or starving. "Where did you find him? And calm down, he's not any of those things Freya." The telepathy again. "What is your name? Any why are you here? Why is it Freya thinks you wanted to eat her? If you threatened her in any way -" No, this wasn't right. Something was really wrong with this person. Like they hadn't seen the light of day in quite a very long time. She thought this person was going to eat her...then perhaps... Izzy walked towards a nearby table with what was left of the meat from the meat boys minute long feast. She quickly made a plate while keeping her eye on the individual, then walked towards him with it. "This is for you, but first you answer my questions. Don't try anything funny, this is your warning - now explain yourself." She bit her bottom lip and considered something. "Are you alright? You don't look so well." She then directed her attention at the little individual that accompanied him. "Hello, My name is Issabella, who might you be?."

"Freya, what happened exactly, calm down a moment and be rational will you please?" Even thought she was sure Freya was fine, she was precious to her and felt an explanation was needed. "Freya, did you know the guild was broke? The headmaster just announced it, and asked as to go earn the guild some money." she continued telepathically. After this was all sorted, Izzy needed to go on a mission - a big one.

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K'Brak Zetlin Halibatore

"things really won't be as simple if I end up getting the wrong ingredients. Do you really trust me with that sort of task?" Suoh asked him and K'brak raised an eyebrow, slightly amused that the older man thought he could escape his duty that easily. "You could get the wrong things, true" K'brak agreed and took another cigarette out of his breast pocket. Lit it up and took a drag, K'brak continued without a care for anything "But then again, if they do not die because of the poison, I will have to require your help and use my power to combat them physically and that would be... hmm, how do you often put it?"

Tapping his chin, K'brak snapped his finger and smiled as a thin, gray smoke escaped his lips "Ah, yes, troublesome" Eyeing Suoh patiently, K'brak finished his little explanation "So if you want to avoid fighting, you will have to do this... and DON'T tell me you don't know where to buy my poison ingredients. You have already brought them at least 10 times this month alone..." Opened his notebook and torn out a small, yellow paper, K'brak handed it over to Suoh "My new recipe... The ingredients aren't that hard to find but if you combine them correctly, you can kill an elephant with just a very small dose"

Standing up, K'brak snatched a sandwich on a plate brought by the waiter that was meant for Suoh and waved his hand lazily, smirking when he took a bit into Suoh's...now, his food. "It tastes good. You chose very wisely, Ren...Now, if you excuse me..." Gesturing the other food on the table, K'brak said nonchalantly "Finish it all and buy those ingredients for me... I will pack my things and we will depart tomorrow morning. It takes 2 days to get there, you know... Enough time for me to make my magic..." Yawning, K'brak walked away but not before reminding Suoh of a little debt he had owed the younger male "Consider buying them your payment for borrowing my lighter. See ya later, Ren. Don't be late"



H'mong Loor Halibatore

Opened his eyes with a tired sigh, H'mong forced himself to roll out of his bed. It had been an exhausted night for him, a night filled with all the nightmares from the past. Rubbing his eyes, the young man let out a small yawn and stood up, still slightly dazed. Picking up the comb on the nightstand, H'mong combed his hair and tied them with a simple white cloth. Running a hand through his soft, dark purple-ish hair, the swordsman took another longer cloth and wrapped it around his forehead. Taking out the traditional clothes for a samurai, H'mong started to undress and then quickly change into a fresher clothes. Looking at himself in the mirror, H'mong noticed something was missing, something very important.

Opened his closet, H'mong took his more-precious-than-diamond scarf that K'brak had given to him 13 years ago, the young man carefully tucked it around his neck. Putting K'brak's image into his hidden pocket, H'mong smiled. Now he was ready to go. Taking the sword on the table, H'mong walked out of his apartment, deep in thought. Looking at his wrist watch, H'mong suddenly realized he had slept in... 8 hours later than usual. Swallowing hard, H'mong began to speed up. He was late for the feast. Gawain had said there was one or so if he remembered correctly. Oh no, Freya was going to skin him alive this time. The girl had been uncomfortable enough in his presence that he did not want to make her even angrier with him.

With that thought in mind, H'mong ran as fast as he could, nearly slammed into the guild's gate and hurriedly opened the door. "I'm sorry everyone... I slept in..." He bowed and apologized frantically until he had a very familiar shrieking noise "IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Still confused, H'mong stammered when he saw a panicked Freya followed closely by a strange blonde "W-wha" Before he spoke anything more though, Izzy had already beaten him and come next to Freya to talk to her something that H'mong didn't hear because of all the distraction going around him.

Chewing his lips, H'mong asked hesitantly "U-uhm, I'm not i-in trouble b-because I'm l-later than usual, ain't I?" His right hand hung loosely on his katana, ready to draw it out if there was a demon like Freya had claimed before. Coughing slightly, H'mong waited until things had died down a little bit more. Looking at the calendar, the swordsman realized he would need to do some missions soon. It had been a while since he had last done them with Freya.

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Freya ~ Amaranth


"Is this your zombie, your vampire, and whatever nonsense you were spewing? He's not the undead, but by the looks of it, he might be joining them soon," Izzy sighed. Freya nodded frantically, pointing at the living corpse.

"He tried to eat me!" Snapping her head around - and whipping the nearest person with her blonde hair in the process - Freya glared at H'mong, who'd only just arrived. Truly, Freya was a loveable person with very few grudges, if any at all. But she simply could not stand the presence of the purple haired mage, he reminded her too much of his brother.

"U-uhm, I'm not i-in trouble b-because I'm l-later than usual, ain't I?"

"Ooohhh, you're in so much trouble! Where in the Heavens have you been? I was almost devoured while you were asleep! In the name of pancakes, GET AN ALARM CLOCK!" Freya yelled, puffing out her cheeks and turning her entire face into a red tomato. It was unusual for Freya to be so rude and unfriendly but everyone who'd been in the guild for at least a month knew she uncharacteristically disliked H'mong.

'Freya, did you know the guild was broke? The headmaster just announced it, and asked as to go earn the guild some money,' Izzy's voice spoke in her head. Freya exhaled, pressing her tongue to her upper lip cheekily. 'Uhuh, Izzy. I gave Master Gawain some Jewels I had on hand but H'mong,' she shot a glare at her teammate, 'and I will soon go on another mission. The reward is 300,000,000 Jewels. Do you think that's enough to cover the desserts I ate today?' she thought, mouthing the words and gesturing despite them being in her head.

“Look, all of you just shut up, dammit! Where are we?! Who are you people? And if you don’t just leave Cedar alone, I’ll… I’ll… Um… Cedar, help me here!” shouted the tiny little girl.

"Ah… Hi there everybody…” the corpse spoke. It spoke!

Turning around - and whipping someone else with her hair in the process - Freya dashed at the vampire, shouting, "BANANA!!!" Leaping into the air, she curled her legs around the dead man's waist and hugged his head to her chest, very nearly toppling him over. "Oh, my poor, poor caramel headed finger food. Mommy'll take care of you," she cooed. Then, pulling back from him, she puffed her cheeks, gripped his face between her hands and narrowed her eyes before yelling, "EXCEPT YOU TRIED TO EAT ME!" Freya's lips pulled abruptly into a smile and she blew the dust from the blonde man's forehead before planting a gentle kiss on it. "You so cute, I wanna eat you too."

Looking over her shoulder - and whipping the corpse's face with her hair as she did - Freya smiled demurely at Izzy. "Can we keep it? Please? I'll take really good care of it, I promise. I'll take it out for walks, feed it, bathe it, love it, dress it up. I promise, Izzy! Pleeaasseee?" She turned around and pinched the corpse's cheeks whilst her legs were still wrapped around him, seeming to have forgotten her old fear of the undead in favour of a new toy. "Oooo, who's the cutest wittle patootie? You are! We need a name for you, don't we, little guy?" No, because it wasn't like the man was significantly taller than her or anything. "How do you like... Potato! You like that, Potato?"

Potato was a great name.

Ravenna ~ Crimson Blade


There is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A hollowed tree filled with needles and lighters, nails and razor blades and cigarettes embedded in rotten lungs. A painting without edges, born of monsters and shards of might-have-beens. There is a place where a child used to play, a child that lasted for a billionth of a blink.

"Kaiya, right?" the young boy asks. I want to scramble away but I can't move. He will hurt me, like all the others, and I don't think I can bring myself to care. I don't think I can fight because I stopped fighting the dozenth time they hurt me.

"You should clean that," he continues, gesturing toward the jagged gaps in my back from the recent whipping. This man enjoyed the sound of crushed bones, of vicious whips unfurling in dead air, of the screams of the broken - that was all he wanted, I was lucky. "It'll fester and you'll die."

Fine, let me die.

He doesn't listen.

My curled body on the slick and sticky floors won't move and he comes closer, bending over me like all the others. But he's young and just as tainted as I am. His gentle eyes find mine and I'm ashamed of the dullness of my gaze, I'm ashamed because I'm more disgusting than he is. He doesn't seem to realise this as he takes my limp hand in his, as he rubs what looks like a bundle of dark green weeds on my wounds. I wonder how he got them but I can't be bothered to ask. Whatever he does to the pain in my back is nothing short of a miracle.

"You're not alone," he whispers and I find him close to me, yet instead of shivering fear, all I wish to do is to wrap his essence around me and bathe in it forever. He runs his fingers through my dark hair and I weep. There aren't enough oceans that can fill my pain but I weep, anyway, because that's all I wish to do right now. To be a small child for a little longer and crying is all I can think of to do. The boy pulls me gently towards him, setting my head on his lap and despite the heaviness of the chains around our ankles, I've never felt any lighter. His skin seems to cleanse my dirtiness, if only just a little. He sings a song I don't recognise and I don't think I've ever heard music before.

There is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A broken ground where a tree used to be. Edged icicles and cracked walls, cactus floors and vertical roads, smoke-scraped paper throats. A blank canvas, dissolved by paint and the size of an atom, born of ghosts and cannot-bes. There is a place where no children play.

And then there's him.

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Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Cedar Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka
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"Calm down clown, we'll find them in a minute."
Amaya stood up, pulling down her short tube dress slightly and dropped the half-empty tray of truffles onto Issabella's lap.
"If you know any missions that might suite our mismatched little parade, be sure to tell me on my way back by...I have to go find a guitar."

She rolled her eyes at Izzy as if to prove how stupid this endeavor was, then moved to Browen's side.
"Okay, we'll find them, but no stalling. After we're picking a mission and getting money, no matter what."
"Where'd you last see them then?"


It is always reassuring to talk with Amaya, even if annoyed her the girl ended up helping anyway which was greatly appreciated by Browen, following her instructions the blue haired boy tried to remember his routine since waking in the morning: In the morning for some reason the half his body was hanging out of the bed, Browen saw the time and began to prepare for the feast, had hung on the wall three different hats Browen took the one with black feathers and put it on his head, considering that there was no mirror in his room that was the last time he saw the mentioned hat, he was about to leave his room when discovered that he was still naked so he opened the wardrobe and as always took a couple of items from the pile of clothes without actually seeing and began to dress as he left his room, his right hand grabbed one of many stringed instruments he kept in his room, He finished dressing just before reaching the guild hall where the feast would be served and began to play music as he waited to enliven the atmosphere, after a few moments he got sleepy so went to sleep.

"$%&/" he mumble something incomprehensible while had a foreign finger in the mouth and for some reason in front of his was the face of a girl who spoke hysterically, moments after Freya, the owner of the finger got away releasing his mouth "I think the guitar is on the wall" calmly repeated "I haven't seen my hat since the morning," the blonde's question echoed in his mind as he watched the stranger, a cold sweat ran down his back the little creature with him was definitely a fairy and Beasts Tamer of the circus told him about fairies, he walked towards there when he heard that Freya wanted to keep him "You can't keep him!, fairies eat your brain while you sleep and then control your body!" all knowledge that Browen has came from his life in the circus and had to say that Vark the Beast Tamer liked to exaggerate a bit with his stories.

Browen recalled the Guild's financial problems "Let's sell them" put his hands together "Wood-Make Cage" , with his magic created a precious bird cage to confine the fairies once someone catches.

"I'm not a clown" turned his head and looked at Amaya.

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As Sikes felt the sensation of sweat falling along his face from the worry he had, he suddenly sensed the voice of someone talking in his head.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Sikes shakes his head in hearing that voice as he looks around, then up to the roof, seeing if there was any"thing" around that did it. It wasn't until a female member of the guild walked up to him, around his age, and spoke in the very same voice that he heard in his head. "Don't worry, this food was for all the members, and if you intend to join, that you had every right to it as we do." On hearing that, his attitude changed as he gladly took the last remaining piece of meat from the table as and gobbled it down with ease. Letting out a satisfying sigh, the girl spoke to him once again. "The headmaster is just there if you would like to speak to him about joining." Following to where she pointed out, he nods and gives a grin. "Thanks a lot, brain talking girl." He suddenly calls her as he headed to the "master" she pointed out only to hear her speak into his head again. "Try to relax, alright?" "You have beautiful eyes." The bit about his eyes he didn't get as he lifted an eyebrow in confusion at that remark, muttering to himself. "Eyes?...what does that mean?"

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" That yell suddenly distracted him as he suddenly returned into a state of fear. "Shit! Am I already found out?!" He thought to himself as he turns to see the girl that suddenly yelled those words. Thankfully, to him, she wasn't talking about him but to some other guy that walked into the room. He slowly walked toward the commotion out of curiosity, when a small "bug" suddenly appeared with the one labeled as a "demon". Like a curious little puppy, he suddenly moved up to the small fairy, eyeing her down and giving a sniff. After his "analyses" he asked, "Are you some kind of bug?", to the fairy.

TO make things suddenly become even more confusing, the girl calling the guy a monster suddenly hugs him in a completely different personality. Taking a step back, he looks utterly confused at the scene as he gives once again a raising eyebrow in confusion. "Banana?..Potato?..You mean he's not made of meat like a normal human?"

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Gawain Harlen
(Amaranth)


Soon after he had finished his speech, Gawain saw the person a part of the speech was directed to coming towards him. He felt his mood fall a bit -he had intended her to come later, in private. He should've worded it a bit more carefully. Before the Guild Master could address Freya herself, the young woman suddenly apologized and handed him a heavy pouch full of money. He didn't know the exaxt value of the notes inside, but the sheer weight of the bag made it obvious that it was quite a large amount. Freya seemed to have misunderstood. She did not owe anything. All the food had been made using the Guild's money, and even if she hadn't eaten all those sweets, they would have still been there, the money spent. The food was free -at least for any members of Amaranth. If an outsider came, they would have to pay for whatever they ate, of course. Gawain was about to explain this to Freya and give the Jewels back, but the S Rank mage went on, explaining how she'd go on a mission to get even more money. And then she was gone, never giving the Guild Master any chance to respond.
Gawain stood there, pouch of Jewels in hand, staring after her as she left. After she had disappeared from sight, Gawain shook his head, sighing. There had been no need for her to give him this pouch of money. The Guild's share was always taken when a mission was completed. And Gawain could have paid for the everyday expenses himself until a couple missions had been completed. He was filthy rich, after all. He could have financed this entire feast without it having much effect on his savings. Of course, he would have taken back what the Guild owed him afterwards. While he was the Guild Master, he was not the Guild itself. His savings where a separate thing.
Deciding that he'd just consider this an advance payment for the Guild's share of the jobs Freya did, he walked over to where he'd left his bag. He put the pouch of money in, checking that everything that was supposed to be in the bag was still in the bag while he was at it. Official documents from the council, check. Own money pouch, check. Paper, envelopes and writing tools, check. Knife, check. Flint, check. Towel, check. Bundle of rope, check. Water flask, check. Picture of little Ravenna, check. Everything was in order. He closed the bag tightly and headed back to where he'd been near the stage.

It was then that someone decided to join their party. Yelling 'meat', a boy Gawain did not know -he may forget names, but he at least remembered the faces of the members of his Guild, no matter what their gender was- leaped onto a table and began to eat the finely made meat on them. Keeping an eye on what the boy ate, Gawain began calculating the cost of each slice. The food may be free for members of the Guild, but not for outsiders.
The arithmetics he was going through stopped when he heard the boy's words. "Um....I'm here...to join?" That changed things. If he was to become a member, the food would be free to him as well. Then he continued the calculations. Even if the boy said he wanted to join, that did not necessarily mean that he actually could. Anyone could just crash a party on the excuse of joining. He'd have to show that he's capable of some kind of magic before he's let in.
Gawain considered walking up to the boy and going talking to him about his intentions to join Amaranth. However, Issabella got to him first. Before Gawain had even moved, 'surprisingly'. It wasn't like he had intentionally thought about things slowly so that someone would save him the trouble of going to talk to the newcomer. Maybe she could even have Issabella take care of the entire thing. She should know the drill, having gone through it herself.
But alas, the S Rank mage made a motion towards the respectable Guild Master. It would seem like she directed the newcomer to him. More work for Gawain. Did she have no shame? Shoving all the work onto a poor old man, who was already shocked from seeing all his rainy day money going away to indulge his selfish subordinates?

Soon after he had accepted the fact that he would have to work again, there was another small event. Freya had come back up from the basement where she had disappeared to, and was yelling something about demons.
Gawain instantly turned to look in the direction of Freya's voice, ready to do something about the situation in case it was something serious -although he wasn't exactly surprised when he saw what it was really about. A figure coated in dust was standing in the doorway that lead into the basement. While it was certainly odd that someone who didn't belong to the Guild had been in the basement, looking like that, it was certainly no demon.
The blonde man couldn't have sneaked in -he'd made sure that he would know if a non-Guild member entered the main building. Meaning that he'd already been in before they'd settled in. Strange. He had checked the basement when he had chosen this building as Amaranth's main building back before the Guild had been formally established. There hadn't been anyone there back then. Of course, there was the possiblity that he'd simply been in a hard-to-spot place. The Guild Master hadn't exactly been thorough in his inspections. But then there was still one problem. The Guild had been active for quite some time already. How had the 'demon' survived down there for that long. Curious.
Then something even more curious happened. Issabella had left the would-be-member and gone to speak to the demon-from-the-basement. And soon afterwards, a tiny creature appeared. This instantly made Gawain focus his attention.
A small, flying creature. The first thing that popped into Gawain's mind was the word 'fairy'.
"I wonder if it has a tail", Gawain said out loud.

H'Mong, one of the few men in the Guild whose name Gawain actually remembered -since Freya quite often complained to him about H'Mong, it was hard not to remember it- had finally arrived to the feast at some point. The Guild Master noticed this for the same reason that he remembered the A Rank mage's name: Freya. When Freya turned his attention to something, the attention of the people around her naturally turned to the same thing. And for that reason, Gawain's attention did not stay on H'Mong for long, either, as the bubbly girl turned her attention back to the Basement-Demon.
And then the S Rank mage began to acted in a way that was eccentric even for her.
Apparently, the Basement-Demon would henceforth be known as Potato.
Well that was as good a name as any. Easy to remember, too. Potato it was, then.

The respectable Guild Master turned his face up to the skies -or, well, the ceiling- and moaned: "What have I gotten myself into?" He was absolutely certain that other guild masters didn't have to deal with things like this on a daily basis.