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It is a curious thing, how I see beauty in death rather than life.
The stillness of a body,
skin translucent with colorful veins seemingly floating to the surface.
The whisper of a last breath,
the vivid red of blood like roses pooling around them.
Yes, death is beautiful.

Or perhaps I am simply jealous?

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ImageAs children we romanticized the idea of magic; making moving pictures painted with beautiful fairies and exquisite beings influenced by the colorful illustrations depicted in history books. Witches were wicked, they said, wizards would enchant girls into falling in love with them and then eat their hearts. The movies twisted these stories, selling the idea that with a few magic words and the wave of a wand, one could change their fate entirely. Such ideas weren't foreign, the wealthy had always had the resources to pour their efforts into searching for spells that could grant eternal life or cure ailments that the poor suffered from day in day out. Witches they called them and the old families suffered, burning at the stake, at the hands of the very ones who had so romanticized the idea off magic. In order to protect themselves, the wealthy hid their abilities. They used their magic in only the most subtle of ways to keep themselves in power, passing down their secrets from generation to generation. They lived in constant fear of being discovered and persecuted and so, using their influence, they built a wall to separate the wealthy from the common people.



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ImageWhat became of the rest of humanity? Without the use of spells to keep them youthful, they used technology and science, developing medicines that were regulated by the government and using the internet for just about everything. They made strides in their advancements, protecting their territories with large robots that could be operated via a pair of humans. The more advanced they grew, the less of a need for magic there was. People once more, began to fear magic, they thought witches to be demons hiding in the bodies of their loved ones. After all, their abilities had no place in this world. Their very existence became illegal. In some cases, they were seen as sick and in need of healing. Others saw them as nothing more than trophies that could be exchanged for necessary resources. As the world continued down the road of supposed advancement; those with the old gifts of magic continued to hide in plain sight, disguising themselves as normal humans. To prove that they were not evil, that magic was not to be feared, one girl took upon the burden of taking up a name to fight against evil on her own, perhaps with the occasional assistance of her trusty servant.



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☛ Master Erika Harrington☚
☛ 15 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Aki Adagaki ☚
☛ Bunny ☚



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☛ Servant Clover Flora Bellbottom ☚
☛ 3 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Vanilla ☚
☛ The_Queen ☚



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☛ Eamon Harrington, the Older Twin ☚
☛ 15 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Glenn Radars ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Familiar, Fiyero☚
☛ 200 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Tomoe ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ Ex-Girlfriend Seraphina Remington ☚
☛ 16 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Julis Alexia Von Riessfelt ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ Sister Maple Bellbottom ☚
☛ 3 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Chocola ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ CCC Leader Karma Norse ☚
☛ 25 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Tenryuu ☚
☛ NPC ☚




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☛ Older Sister, Estelle Harrington ☚
☛ 22 ☚
☛ Female ☚
☛ Kaori ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Watchman, Alistair Remington ☚
☛ 18 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Shintaro Kisaragi☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Jester, Julian Langley ☚
☛ 14 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Hideri Kanzaki ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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☛ The Protector, Theodore Langley ☚
☛ 20 ☚
☛ Male ☚
☛ Haizaki Shougo ☚
☛ NPC ☚



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Rules

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☞ All of the content in this RP is original, from layout to bio sheet. I made everything from scratch and it was a painstakingly slow process. If it resembles any of your work I'm sorry, but I have three people who can attest to the fact that I have only gone between the same two tabs and one of them was youtube. ☜

☞ If you're thinking of joining purely to alleviate temporary boredom and have no plans to finish your character or ever reply DO NOT JOIN. If I know you to be one of those people I will reject your reservation through PM. ☜

☞ Congratulations on making it to the first password! Please name me one song from the Imagine Dragons, Smoke and Mirrors album. ☜

☞ Proper grammar, spelling, and proofreading is required at all times. If English is not your first language that's fine, simply do your best and don't forget to proofread. ☜

☞ Anime face claims only, I apologize to those who don't watch anime or are simply pissed off by the fact that I don't like real face claims. If you need help finding one I suggest Tumblr, animecharacterdatabase, or simply PMing me with a description of what you want them to look like. ☜

☞ As far as species goes you have two options. You can either choose from the list above, or provide your own. This brings me to the second part of the password! State your species and the role you'd like to reserve in the OOC along with your face claim. ☜

☞ Again if you have no intention of ever replying, DO NOT JOIN. There is a minimum of two replies per week. If you can't do it, please PM me as to why. If you can or if you'd like to reply more frequently, that's great! ☜

☞ Let's keep gore to a minimum. I don't need descriptions, just an outline is fine. Let's keep this PG-13 people! ☜

☞ No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, over powering characters, perfect persons, or God Modding. ☜

☞ You must submit your WIP within 48 hours, if you are a no show after that I will give away your spot. Once your WIP is submitted you have five days to finish. ☜

☞ You will receive three warnings if you do anything to upset the balance. Once you strike three you're out and your character will be eaten as the vampire's next feast or will become the hunter's next kill without warning. Thank you for your sacrifice. ☜

☞ If you simply disappear without warning and find that I've killed off your character, please PM me as to why you were gone. If you have a good enough reason then we can discuss something. If you reply with, "I didn't feel like replying for a whole two weeks." I won't bother responding to your PM. ☜

☞ Plot will be discussed in the OOC. There are a few main points I will outline. Most of the characters will already know each other, but you won't be required to fill out a Character Relationship sheet. It is optional although highly recommended. ☜

☞ That's it! For the final password highlight the text below. ☜

If you're truly committed, just say so in the OOC.

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❝Sometimes I wonder about the dreams I have when I'm awake.❞


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It was a wonder school was even going on. Even the abduction of a noble child wasn't enough to do much. Though it probably helped that Julian was only really well known as Julia with the nobility. "I'm just glad it's not you." Seraphina said over and over again, fussing over her girlfriend with worry clear in her eyes. "You're so cute, the Bomber might do awful things to you!" Erika rolled her eyes, Sera was being overdramatic again. "If anyone's cute, it's you." She put her hand on Sera's face to cup it, enjoying the physical sensation of hand on skin. "So don't let him touch you, or I'll have to touch you twice as much to overwrite it." Sera giggled, slapping her cheeks as the blush came on. "Maybe..." The firehead grinned seductively. "Maybe I should let him touch me, then?"

School felt incredibly boring right now. More than anything, the prodigy wanted to go and look for Julian. He was still just a kid, he was probably terrified! And someone willing to bomb innocent civilians and burn them to death could very well be willing to hurt a child for fun. She wouldn't ever cross the line of murder, but if something were to happen to Julian, she might take off a limb before handing the terrorist over to the police. "Lord Bayon wants us all to gather at the Langley Estate after school." Sera reminded Erika, who realized dully that she had forgotten her lunch. "Well, he did lose his youngest son. It makes sense to worry." The adults weren't having the best luck in tracking down the culprit just yet. But with Julian captured, time was most definitely of the essence.

"He'll probably organize a day hunt." Sera tapped her boot, which was where her pistol always was. "If anything happens, I'll keep you safe." Erika wanted to fight, but she was glad for a good shot to help out. Though, she wondered how she would display her skill with magic if Alsitair was there too. She'd rather not have him find out her identity as the Blue Lotus. A day hunt to scour the area until the find the Balloon Bomber. It was clear what this meant - this was when the noble families believed typical law enforcement would not suffice. Their aim was to capture and execute with the secrecy of their dungeons and hushed lips. If the Bomber were to get caught this way he wouldn't receive the justice system's mercy, but face death instead. Erika believed that everyone deserved a chance to rehabilitate in prison once. To kill would be to bring yourself down to their level. But it was clear the families didn't think like that.

"I suppose I'll help." If only to try to keep them off of - but wasn't Julian's safety the priority? Was she wasting time and effort worrying about the Bomber's right to reform in prison? "Oh, there's Clover! I guess she noticed you forgot your lunch?" Sera snickered so Erika planted a kiss right on her lips. "You knew, and didn't offer me any food? You are quite the cruel pet, aren't you?" Sera purred cutely as she was gently punished for no sharing. The two girls descended the stairs to greet Clover at the entrance. "Thank you, Clover." The flutist retrieved her lunch box with a graceful smile. "And you shouldn't be here, Fiyero, this is a girl's school." Fiyero grinned fetchingly at the girls. "But I was helping deliver lunch! Clover might have gotten lost without me." Sera laughed and yanked at his ear. "C'mon, perverted fox, go back to watching your soaps!"

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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||




Clover handed Erika's lunch over, her tail wagging at the sight of her Master. "Master forgot food," the kitten said, "Clover brought lunch so Master can eat." Master Sera reached over, patting Clover's head and giving her scritches behind the ear, rewarding her efforts. "Clover will see Master after school?" She asked as a bell rang, scaring her. The kitten hissed, jumping to hide behind Fiyero, swiping at the air with a clawed hand. "Calm down kid, it's just the bell. We'll see you later," he rubbed at his sore ear, leading Clover back towards the gate. She followed after him, the two animal's tails swishing from side to side as they made their way back towards the mansion. To continue their studies, Fiyero stopped Clover every few feet to make her read signs and memorize directions should she ever need to bring Erika her lunch again.

"Those uniforms are so cute! Maybe tomorrow I should make you wear a school uniform?" Fiyero hugged his hands against his cheeks, his hips wiggling at the thought. Clover chased a bug, running off of the sidewalk and jumping into a bush. "Clover!" Fiyero shook his head, he pulled her out, placing her back on her feet. "You can't go around chasing bugs and ew, did you eat it?" Clover spit the bug out, shaking her head. "No," a scent caught her nose, one that was familiar. She looked back inside of the bush, pulling out a scrap of fabric. The kitten sniffed it, narrowing her eyes. What was this? Why was it familiar? "That looks like a scarf, remember what a scarf is?" Clover tapped her chin thoughtfully, "scarf is around neck when cold." Fiyero nodded, patting her head to reward her efforts. "Very good, scarves go around your neck when it's windy. Now, who's scarf is this?" Fiyero leaned down, inspecting it.

Clover gave it one more good sniff before she remembered where the perfume was from. Cookie, it smelled like Cookie! "Cookie!" The two servants bustled around, looking for the familiar, who was curled up by the pier dejectedly. "Come on," Fiyero lifted him, "let's bring him home and get him back on his feet," Clover nodded, following Fiyero back towards the Harington Estate, where they stowed Cookie in one of the servant rooms. Fiyero managed to coax the familiar to drink some water and eat a sandwich, the strange furry snake seeming to return a bit to himself. Clover peeked under his skirt curiously, noticing the strange bulge. So this woman... was a man? "Oh my, normally you'd ask to dinner before going for the panties." Cookie pushed Clover's curious nose away from him. "Sorry," Fiyero apologized, "she doesn't understand human tendencies yet."

In truth, it was Fiyero's fault Clover had yet to learn boundaries considering what routine he put her through every morning. "Cookie, why were you passed out at the Pier? Where's Julian?" Tears welled up in Cookie's eyes, "he was taken by the Balloon Man!" Clover's ears flattened against her head and she hissed, recalling the villain. "Clover will save," she jumped to her feet. Fiyero grabbed her tail, yanking her back down. The kitten yelped, falling on her behind. "Clover is a cat," Fiyero reminded her, "with no mana and no magical capacity. Going against such a powerful mage would be a mistake. You'll stay here, we'll let the families handle it." Cookie nodded, drying his eyes on the kerchief that Fiyero offered.

Clover grumbled in the meanwhile, rubbing her sore behind.

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|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||




Once school ended, everyone was summoned to the meeting at the Langley Estate in preparation for the Day Hunt. Erika returned home to meet up with her household - Eamon, Fiyero, Rosemary, Edmund, and Clover - and together they traveled by limo to reach the Residential District. In it's own private cul-de-sac resided the Langley Estate, the defacto leaders of the entire Residential District where the majority of the lesser wealthy lived, as well as those who could just barely survive on this side of the wall. "Bayon, my old friend." Edmund said as Lord Bayon opened the door for the Harringtons and associated servants to enter. "Please, come in. I need your help, Edmund." Already there were Manfred and his wife, Victoire, were there with both children, Alistair and Seraphina. Sera hardly gave Erika a glance. Their relationship was no secret, but it was only allowed on the provision that they did not express it in front of the other adults.

While Baron's wife, Miria was dead, his house wasn't empty. He still had his elder son, Theodore, with him, and Cookie had come accompanied by the Harringtons, the ferret curling up miserably at Theo's leg. Theo was the one who summoned him, but he was contracted to Julian. "We know his name now." Baron was a silver haired man, quite dapper usually but now he just looked sad and defeated. "The Balloon Bomber goes by Liebert Jenson." If Clover was paying attention, she would recognize that as an old friend of the Mage Doctor. "Ah, yes, him." Manfred seemed cold and menacing, even as he sat there as non-threateningly as possible. The immense mana coming off of him was nearly overpowering that even those without mana were likely to be able to sense it. "A friend of that doctor that was exiled for breaking the Magic Treaty."

A series of belongings of Liebert Jenson were gathered on the table for them to recognize the smell of. A pocket watch, a photo of his little brother, long dead now due to being unable to afford the medicine and the free medicine no longer being available since the raid. The last item was a comb for cats. "We have two familiars here who can track by smell." Bayon looked to Cookie and Clover in particular. "You two should learn the smell of these objects so as to track the Jenson down." The plan was to have a small group follow the two familiars on their hunt. "If we need to, the Bernards have Clover's sister." Edmund suggested, referring to Maple. "They might be willing to offer assistance if these two aren't enough to find the trail." Making note of that, it was time for them to decide who would go on this hunt. "I'll go." Theodore muttered, cracking his fists. He would do anything to save his brother. "You should come too, Ali." The darker haired boy nodded, looking almost asleep at the moment. Erika now knew why - it was because he hardly ever got sleep at night since he was always busy patrolling.

"Can I help?" Sera asked, gripping her gun tightly in her fist. "I can shoot, I'm good at it. I want to help save Julian." Before anyone else could respond, Manfred gave her a bone chilling glare. "You would only be a liability. You should remain here and watch the street cameras with the support team." Sera wilted but shrunk in her chair, no longer having the will to argue her case. As much as it hurt, the flutist couldn't spare her girlfriend a comforting look, so she decided to speak up to save Sera the shame. "Since I'm Clover's Master, I'll accompany the hunt." She would just have to be careful not to use her magic too much. "Are you sure, Berry?" Eamon asked worriedly. "He uses fire, you froze up last time! You should stay back." But there was no way Erika would allow her familiar to go off into danger without her.

Eamon desperately looked like he wanted to go too because he desperately did not want to lose his last sister. But after Manfred's reaction to Sera, a non-magic user like him knew he wouldn't be able to go. "Fiyero, go for me. Join the hunt in my place." As much as he might want to just return home and relax, he couldn't reject a Master's demand, especially not in an official meeting like this. "If anything happens, we will come to help. You know the signal, Theodore." Bayon held his son, looking weak and vulnerable at this time of need. "Thank you all again for coming. Familiars, you may begin."

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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||




Once Cookie was back to himself, he decided to lend a hand as thanks for bringing him here and nourishing him. He assisted in Clover's lessons on maid duties, playing reading games while she did things like clean Erika's room and take care of the laundry. Clover was getting much better at reading, although they couldn't break her out of the habit of speaking in the third person. "Clover doesn't like reading," the kitten confessed, "letters make Clover's head spin." The two familiars laughed at the kitten. "Hey Fiyero, what gives?" Cookie asked, crossing his arms. "How come Erika's familiar doesn't have any mana?" Fiyero watched as Clover bustled around the space, searching for the panties he had hidden. "Because she's not a familiar," Fiyero replied bluntly, grinning as he watched her. "She's just a cat that got turned human in a magical accident."

Cookie's eyes widened, "I didn't know that could happen," it would explain a lot, like how Clover only used one toilet in the entire household, or how she licked water up from a cup instead of drinking from it. At long last, Clover found her underwear and shoved them back on, knowing Erika wouldn't be happy if the kitten went around without them. "These are Clover's!" She hissed as Fiyero grabbed her hand, spinning her in a circle and dancing despite the fact that there was no music. "She's tiny, but more developed than Erika," Cookie noted, giving a low whistle. Fiyero nodded, spinning the kitten around, who was too dizzy to protest as he hugged her, feeling her up for the second time that day. "They're real too, I checked." Cookie came over to investigate, squeezing one curiously. As a familiar who was only interested in men, Cookie only did it purely for scientific purposes.

"Fiyero, what are you doing!" Eamon threw a shoe at his Familiar's head, having arrived home from school only to see the perverted fox groping his sister's servant. Clover broke free, running to hide behind Eamon to protect her from the two magical beings. "I was just giving Cookie a lesson in what real boobs feel like, not that you would know." A book hit the fox square in the face, "pervert. What would Erika think if she saw this?" Eamon straightened, turning towards Cookie. "Once she's back, we're going to go to your Master's home." The ferret nodded, clearly on edge, thinking that Eamon might throw a book at his head too.

The moment Erika arrived home, Clover clung to her side, hissing whenever Cookie came near her. Fiyero feeling her up was one thing, it was something he did regularly, but she was uncomfortable with Cookie handling her body. She held onto Erika's sleeve all the way to Theodore's house, where Cookie quickly returned to his summoner's side. As information was doled out, the kitten reached for the picture, her eyes widening. This man... he had known her mage, Clover had seen him before. "Clover knows," she sniffed some of his belongings, confirming her thoughts. Yes, she knew she had smelled that somewhere before. The kitten's resolve to find Julian hardened, she pocketed one of his belongings and headed towards the door, hoping to find a trail.

She led them towards the pier, where the fight had broken out the night before, past the warehouse district, to a neat row of houses clutching the side of the wall. That was where the trail ended, just up and vanishing. Clover circled the spot several times anxiously, clearly upset that she had lost it. "Here, Master, Clover smells it, but smell ends!"

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|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||




The biggest problem here was going to be Alistair. She wouldn't be able to use any of her shadow magic because the only one who knew she could use it was Clover. Most people just assumed she was a prodigy and was a generalist because she was mostly equal when it came to the elements. If she displayed her specialization in shadows, no doubt Alistair would be able to piece everything together. So they followed Clover and Cookie's teamwork of a trail through the streets of Min City. They had to find Julian, he didn't deserve to be kidnapped like this. But Erika was selfish and she knew this because her priority was protecting her identity, rather than using every tool at her disposal to save their silly jester friend.

"Were you busy painting that you let Julian get kidnapped?" Fiyero asked in an innocent voice. Theodore was a well known artist, he loved painting and his specialty was working with watercolors. It was odd that a big man like him could make such delicate brush strokes, but that was what he did. "There's an art show soon." He said, turning his head away in shame. "I didn't know he and Cookie had gotten out until it was too late." He cursed himself, guilt clearly coursing through his protective instincts. "It's because Julian's too affected by the vigilantes these days." Alistair murmured, sounding half asleep as he rubbed dust out of his eyes. "He wanted to be a hero, too." Erika stayed quiet, wondering if somehow, this was her fault. She wasn't going to vocalize this, though, of course not. They passed through the pier, through the warehouses, until finally the kitten and the ferret lead them to the side of the wall. "Here, it's some clothes." Theo pointed to the pile on the ground.

It was likely that the Bomber washed himself and entirely removed his old outfit, wearing something new in order to evade capture. There was a call on the other end, Seraphina was speaking to them. "He was spotted escaping through the sewers." She reported, sounding a little sad she wasn't allowed to join in and protect her lover. "But Julian's not with him. Where could he be?" There was some conferencing between Theodore and Bayon but in the end, the mission statement changed. "Our new objective is to bring Julian home. We can hunt the Bomber tomorrow." Protecting their own took priority. Erika was glad - she wanted to serve her own justice, one that would put the Bomber in a magically-sealed prison.

"I found him!" Cookie sniffed, catching Julian's trail. His tail wriggled excitedly and Erika almost had the impulse to reach out and touch it. They followed the ferret, Fiyero created a lockpick to break into the building. There, in the cellar, was Julian, tied to a chair. He looked at them and yelled something but it was muffled through tape. What was the warning? And why was there only one light on, fixating directly on him? The prodigy stared and then she realized. "Cookie, back o-" Black balloons exploded and Erika was temporarily blinded. She could smell blood, clear as day. Someone was bleeding, there was a scream. The explosion broke the floor, causing Julian to fall down a story, still tied to the chair. Someone's arm was completely reduced to cinders, leaving just a stump that ended at the elbow.

Theodore hissed and grabbed at the wound and Cookie stared up at him in shame and horror. "Master Theodore.. no, why did you do this?" Healing magic couldn't heal lost limbs, not even Rosemary could fix this. "I'm just a familiar, you shouldn't have saved me!" The artist shook his head, growling. "Forget about me for now! Julian, where's Julian? Where's my brother?" Erika pointed at the hole created by the explosion. "Down there." She informed the rest, holding and cuddling Clover tight to recover from the shock of the explosion. They could hear muffled sobbing. Down below, the jester had broken both of his legs in the fall.

Tonight. Tonight, they were going to finish this. At night, where shadows were abundant, that was the Blue Lotus and the Tiger Lily's hour to shine.

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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||




Clover was dizzy from the explosion. There were too many smells and sights and sounds and if not for her Master, the kitten surely would have run to hide. Instead, Erika clung to her, burying her head in Clover's hair to block out the fire. Julian had fallen through a hole in the floor, someone had lost an arm, and quite frankly, Clover wanted vomit, or perhaps scream and run away. The adults arrived to help, someone put a tourniquet around Theodore's arm to stem the blood flow, another used a levitation spell to retrieve Julian, and a third called an ambulance. Clover cursed herself for being so useless, a magic-less animal, whereas the other servants all had some abilities. Even Maple could manipulate mana, a testament to her uselessness.

Her ears rang from the explosion, Clover guided her human out of the dilapidated building, the roaring in her ears making her feel dizzy. Clover coughed, leaning over into a bush to hack up ashes and dirt. Her white fur was now an ashen gray, thanks to the debris in the air. "Kids, come away from there!" Someone beckoned them away from where the ashes were flying and Clover was thankful for it, her lungs clearing up. A blanket was draped around her shoulders, a human handed her a cup of water to rinse out her mouth with. "Hey! Whose familiar is this!" Clover looked around, spotting Erika and bounding back over to her. She clung to her human's leg protectively, hissing whenever anyone grew close. Her tail was rigid, it was clear that the kitten didn't trust the humans not to explode something else and hurt them.

Later that evening, Clover donned her sidekick costume, becoming Tiger Lily, the Blue Lotus's faithful assistant. She would sniff out the man that had hurt them so and hopefully the duo would put him behind bars before another self proclaimed hero could use him for nefarious purposes. "Clover will help catch bad guy and put him away for hurting human," she took out the hair brush she had stolen, giving it a thorough sniff. Once she had caught a trail, Clover began to follow it, hoping her Master could keep up. They went past the wall, deep into the heart of the human corridors, where he was no doubt plotting something heinous that would hurt dozens of innocent civilians. Clover's hands balled into fists, she had lost his trail again! She turned in a circle, looking up slowly and realizing that perhaps his scent wasn't lost, but disguised in the bustle of humans heading home late after the evening rush.

In such closed corridors, she felt uncomfortable and so, Clover stuck to her humans side, taking a whiff of the brush again to try and find the trail. The kitten closed her eyes, focusing intensely on all of the scents around her, attempting to pick out the one she needed. "This way," she tugged on her human's arm, bringing her towards the door of a precarious looking apartment building that seemed haphazardly put together. To Clover, it almost looked as though a child had stacked up all of his blocks for his toys to reside in.

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This was more her element. Without having a large entourage alongside them, this was the best way to go on the hunt. Both girls dressed as needed, the Blue Lotus and the Tiger Lily set out for action. Tonight was the night they finish this deal with the Balloon Bomber once and for all. With the setting sun, the heroic partners of justice crossed the Wall of Glory, passing over it with shadow magic as usual to avoid the gaze of the guards. "Just lead the way, we'll take him down together, partner." Erika was sick of this, sick of this violent person who no doubt believed his actions and crimes were justified. Petty revenge? Didn't they realize that if revenge was the game, Erika could have easily wiped out large swaths of the ghettoes to pay back for the crime of taking away Estelle from her beloved family.

Eventually, Clover's trail lead them to a small apartment building, looking modest and almost sad on the poor side of the Wall. "Let's go." She took Clover's hand and they melted into shadows, knowing that no doubt the front door was rigged with balloons set to blow at the slightest disturbance. No, they would travel through the shadows and then they entered. They emerged from the shadow of the lamp and lunged right at the Balloon Bomber, who was easily caught in her grip. "Why are you still following me?" He asked, sounding just so tired. "You don't understand! You don't understand the evil of humans!" Liebert Jenson, not even donning his costume, he just looked like a sad old man with nothing left in his life. If he hadn't hurt Julian and Theodore he might have been pitiable. "You've hurt enough people."

And that made him angry. "Me, hurting people? I'm only paying back for those who can't get revenge themselves?" Revenge? All this fire was for the sake of revenge? "Okay, tell me your big sob story. I'm sure it'll comfort all those dead kids you burned alive." Normally, Erika had the patience of a saint. That patience had run out for this man a while ago. Liebert began to tell his story - how his little brother contracted the dreaded Pangolin Disease. It was a result of mana existing in the victim's body, but the body not having the correct channels to properly use up the stores of mana. It resulted in mana trying to escape through the skin, which eventually causes massive skin hardening until their body becomes as hard as an armadillo's scales, no longer flexible and capable of movement. It was a death sentence.

"We were poor, so I had to rely on the Mage Doctor in the woods to keep my brother alive. He was an old friend, and I befriended his wife and cats. I'd even bring vegetables from the garden and offer to cook for them, you know?" But then one day the CCC came and annihilated them all. There were no known survivors. Not only did he lose a dear friend, he lost his brother too. "I killed my brother to spare him the fate of slowly being turned into stone." His brother was beyond help by then, of course. "That doesn't excuse what you did." The Blue Lotus spoke calmly. "You still hurt many people who had nothing to do with the CCC. I have to take you in for trial and punishment." His eyes widened. He had been expecting execution, not the justice system and the courts. She decided not to dwell on the fact that he had once known Clover in the past.

There was a gunshot at the door. Someone else was there. Erika had never seen her before, dressed in black, with some sort of fancy cybertech equipment around her. She even wore an eyepatch that no doubt transmitted much data into her brain. "My name is Karma Norse of the CCC." She said with a menacing smile, lifting her magic sealing sword. "Balloon Bomber, I sentence you to death for your crimes against humanity. Lotus, Tiger, you two are free to go this time for your assist in this matter." Execution? "No! The courts exist for a reason!" He needed rehabilitation, not death! "Tell that to all of his victims." Norse sneered, blade glowing. "This is simply justice. Setting right the sin of using magic in the first place." Erika whispered her spell, shadow tentacles ready to lash and subdue the Crusader Corps Central's leader when she swung her blade, slicing through it all in an instant. "This is your final warning. Leave this place. I will not extend this courtesy a second time."

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Clover recognized him from her days with her Mage, where she and Maple would frolic in the flower of the garden and he would come with a boy in a chair with wheels to see what her Mage could do. Sometimes, Clover would follow him, hoping for scraps to fall from the food he was cooking, most of the time, Maple got them into trouble and they were shooed out of the kitchen, two clumsy kittens who knew how to get into trouble more often then not. Now, he and many more civilians would suffer because of her Mage's execution by those mysterious humans. Clover shivered as he recounted his story, how he had killed his own brother to spare him from the disease that she didn't understand. "Killing bad," her tail curled uncertainly, the man who so many feared was in truth, just that, a man.

Humans were flawed, Clover had come to realize. They were greedy, they wanted everything and would stop at nothing to take it. This man included; he had wanted revenge for the death of his brother, so he had attacked innocent bystanders, believing himself to be just in his act. "Balloon man is bad," there was no way for him to recognize Clover, not with her mask and human body. Her Mage had hidden her and Maple away after they turned human, keeping them in the attic, which they had turned into a bedroom so that humans who came to the home wouldn't see them. "Balloon man should go to prison," Clover agreed in a murmur, her tail stiffening when she caught the scent of strangers in the air. No, not strangers, Clover had smelled something like this before-

The door burst open, a woman entering. Clover's eyes widened, she recognized her, the one from the auction, the one that had given her the cat treat with drugs in it to make her obey the lackeys who forcefully scrubbed her down and then stuffed her into a tiny cage. Clover growled, jumping to protect Erika from the woman who drew a sword, telling them that they should leave. "No!" Clover especially didn't want to go now, she didn't like balloon man, but she didn't like this woman even more and when she drew a sword, well, it set the sidekick on edge. What could she do to help? With no weapons and no mana, the kitten was essentially useless. She could attack the lackeys, they were easy targets, or so Clover believed. The kitten pounced, slashing at one of the humans eyes in order to blind him. Her claws were her only weapon and she would use them to protect her human!

She slashed at another human, scratching him i the thigh. The kitten bounced back, retreating to her Master's side to better protect her. She knelt in front of her, hissing. "Someone kill that cat!" The blinded human shouted, his eyes bleeding. Clover hissed once more, her tail rigid.

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Liebert's near immediate reaction was to go to his knees, surrendering himself. It was clear that he had given up on his revenge now and just wanted it all to end. "Please, end it for me." He begged, lowering his head so that Karma could slice it off from the base of the neck. "I just want to see my brother again." Karma licked her lips, blade ready to deal the coup de gras. "It'll be my pleasure, Balloon Bomber." The blade swung but at that moment Clover struck, providing enough of a diitraction for Erika to grab Liebert and Clover and pull them into shadows where they would be safely in her grip. "Wh-what are you doing?" Liebert shouted, fighting to break free, to be allowed to rest. "Live, you idiot. I hate your guts, but you should live and atone for your crimes. Your brother would probably prefer it that way."

He didn't seem convinced and continued to struggle. It was clear he wasn't cut out to be a terrorist. He didn't have the cold stone heart to be able to do something like mass murder and inciting fear into people's hearts. He was just a weak man who lost everything. Pathetic, really, it was a shame. "You're such a pain!" The Blue Lotus whacked him on the head to knock him out. Once they got him in police custody, the CCC would not get jurisdiction over him because he would be turned over for the public's justice. Sure, Karma could testify against him, but in the end, it would be as close to a fair trial as possible. Of course, this victory was possible because of one furry friend.

"You did good, Tiger Lily. I'm proud of you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have saved him on time." More and more she knew she had chosen a good partner, a sidekick to join in on her heroisms. Once they reached the anti-magic prison, the party of three emerged from the shadows. Elsbeth and Horace were there, the newscasting duo. "H-Horace! Get the tape rolling!" Elsbeth yelped and her chubby cameraman got to work immediately. She took one last moment to make sure her face was perfect and then the news reel began. She gave the basic introductions and described the scene. "Heroes Blue Lotus and Tiger Lily have come, with the Balloon Bomber firmly in hand. Are we finally safe?" She held the microphone to Erika so that she could speak. "Um, I'm not really here for publicity. I just wanted to keep the peace." While it was good to be known, she did not want to be televised. The more famous, the more likely someone would figure out the truth.

Before the reporter could throw more questions their way Erika hopped over the two and thrust the unconscious Balloon Bomber into the hands of the prison guards. They wasted no time in putting on the mana restriction collar on the man to block his access to magic. "H-hey! The people want to know more about their savior!" Elsbeth cried but it was too late, the two costumed heroes were already in the shadows, on the way back home for a good night's sleep and the satisfaction of a job well done.

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She peeled her costume off of her body, glad that was over. Their first big take down was a success, the evil Balloon man at last caught. Clover's tail swished happily as she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and curled up at the foot of her Master's bed. "Clover is tired," she yawned, "fighting is hard." The kitten probably should have washed her hands to get the evidence of the scratches off of her fingers, but she was too tired to care. Cats weren't built for long term action, they had energy in short bursts and then needed to laze around to recharge. "Clover wants to help lots more people," she said through a second yawn, her tail becoming still as she drifted off to sleep. Rosemary came to check on them, smiling when she saw that her daughter was fast asleep, faithful companion by her side.

Was it appropriate? No, especially since her daughter was fond of the female persuasion, but Clover was more pet than servant, so the Matriarch of the household would not complain. Forcefully separating the two could only lead to a rift in their Mother-daughter bond. Still, it was a relief that Erika could even sleep considering what she had witnessed today at the hands of the Balloon Bomber. Poor Theodore, there was no magic that could regrow limbs, unless one dabbed in the dark arts, which were illegal and forbidden for Mages to use. The dark arts consisted of awful magic, like bringing one back from the dead, or putting a spell on someone to make them fall in love. If one was found guilty of such crimes, they would be sent to a magical prison where they could never use any magic again.

Clover awoke to the sound of birds teasing her, she rolled over in bed, glaring at them through the window. It was around sunrise when she trudged her way back to her room, flopping down on the bed. Fiyero woke her up a few hours later and chased her around the room to try and get the kitten to take a bath. He lost and sighed mournfully as he squeezed her chest, assisting her into her maid uniform. "Erika!" He called to her in the hallway. "Order your servant to take a bath!" Clover hissed in response, hiding behind her human. Cats didn't bathe! They had their own built in cleaning systems, that's what their tongues were for! Besides, water was the devil! It would hurt Clover! It would make her shiny fur all heavy and it was bothersome for the feline.

"Clover no like water, Clover hate bath!" She had never been fond of it, although strangely enough, Maple had never minded. She used to laze in the sink and let the humans run water over her tummy, but Clover had always been a tricky one and had most always evaded bath time, allowing her sister to groom her instead with her tongue.

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The best thing to do would be to retain the facade that she had no idea that the Balloon Bomber was captured. Even if it was on the news now, she needed to cover her tracks as best as she could. So she got herself dressed into casual clothes and exited her room, knocking on her father's door. She was given permission to enter and there was Lord Edmund in his fine glory. "Yes, daughter? Is there something you need?" Rosemary was still working on her makeup, it was quite early for them both. "Did Lord Bayon organize another hunt? We need to catch the Bomber before he causes more harm." As a justice-obsessed girl, Estelle would be disappointed if her family allowed a criminal like that to go free. "I promised to Estelle that I would do my best to help the families keep the peace of Min City."

The parents exchanged a look, one looking mildly proud, the other with a hapless shrug. "You really should turn the television on in the mornings, silly girl." Rosemary said, her voice sounding like warm sweet honey in the morning bleariness. The news? So Elsbeth and Horace already put it on airs then. "The Glorious Gazzette had a piece about some vigilante capturing the Bomber and bringing him to prison." Erika nodded, raising her eyebrows to pretend this was the first she heard of it. "I'd imagine a vigilante would try to kill him. Don't they usually take justice into their own hands?" Edmund put a hand on her shoulder. "I suppose the Blue Lotus has more nobility than someone willing to commit lawless murder." Erika nodded, smiling. "Well, I should go get ready for school now." She left, intending to return to her room.

There was a scene down in the main hallway between her room and the servant quarters. Apparently Fiyero was trying to give Clover a bath and her kitten was struggling and resisting. Eamon was there too, looking tired but woken up because of all the noise. "Gods, shut up already! I can't sleep!" Erika smiled teasingly at her silly twin brother. "Well, there's school today so you should probably get ready." He glared hard and stuck out his tongue in a very uncivilized manner. "Ugh! I should just skip! Also, Fiyero, stop molesting Clover every morning or I'll tell Eri.... oh. Oh, right, you are here, aren't you." Wait, molest? What was happening?

Now that was most definitely inappropriate. Ignoring Eamon, the prodigy grabbed her servant out of Fiyero's clutches. "Perhaps I should put Mother's servant, Belle in charge of helping her in mornings from now on." It really was irresponsible to think Fiyero wouldn't take advantage of this chance to touch the goods. "More time for the soaps." He said, never losing that foxish smile of his. "Clover. You shouldn't let males touch you. I'm sorry, I should have warned you before. But now that you know, you should always be on guard when around Fiyero." Little did she know, he had a small album of photos of her and Sera going at it in his room.

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