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Deviance: The Uprising

Deviance: The Uprising

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Humans that posses magical powers have now made themselves known in society, though not everyone accepts their presence. If the chaos from the circles of mages was not enough, mages are now being hunted or left for dead. (Open/Accepting)

1,827 readers have visited Deviance: The Uprising since Temperance created it.

Layla are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

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The world as we know it is rather different than before. It is filled with magic and other mysterious beings that were once foreign to us. The concept of mages is a rather new term to those who possess magic. Originally, these people were thought of as a threat and hunted. Now, they are being slowly accepted into society. They are still some, who are in hiding, which is generally now illegal. But others have found their homes in what are now called circles where mages gather and live. Those on the outside often call them cults or devil worship. Several years ago, it was illegal to be a mage, or what they originally called witches and wizards. They were either imprisoned, banished from their towns, or eventually hunted down and killed. As more and more people began to realize these were normal individuals that just were given very unique gifts, most of them not hostile, they began to look at them differently. The term witch and wizard became outlawed by what was a self established council by mages for mages. The council's general purpose was to look out for the well being of these individuals, however make sure they were not a threat to others.

Recently, things called circles were issued as legal by the council, they felt they the creation of an environment for mages would allow them to live happier and more comfortably. However, little did they know what was about to be created and the hell that would break loose from some of these circles.

Work in progress..


The Academy:

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Mages as soon as they are ranked, are encouraged to attend the academy. It is a place that teaches mages how to hone their abilities as well as a general education center.It is not mandatory that mages attend however. Though some rank five mages may be forced to join. The academy was founded by the son of the head of council. Because when he was a child he had very little control over his abilities for such a long time, often causing harm to his family and loved ones, he wanted to make sure nothing of the sort would happen to the future generations. It is a mystery what happened to the rest of his originally rather large sized family, but it is rumored that he might have been the cause of their disappearances.

General education classes at the academy are rather accelerated. Classes are very much like college classes, and you will do half of your work at campus and half of your work at home. Students will have varying schedules that they can tweak to cater to their lifestyle. Magical training however is different, and is very hands on. It includes training on campus and off campus, as well as excersizes and book work at home. The academy's is stationed further from normal schools, but is also not far enough to be completely isolated, either.

The rules for this institution are very strict, and it would not be rare for students to get kicked out.

Years:

1 Freshman
2 Sophmore
3 Junior
4 Senior



Circles:

Circles are groups within society that have formed for various reasons. Each circle has their own requirement for mages, some of them more strict than others. Circles are one hundred percent legal, although each individual circle's actions and goals may not be. Circles vary in size and are located all over the world, there are however 'Regal' circles. These circles tend to be located by landmarks or high traffic areas. They are the more popular and sought out circles. Circles may be started by anyone of rank, they must receive permission from the council and a temporary advisor for their circle. They then receive a permit in which to house their circle.

Here are some general circle ideas, feel free to pick one you would like to lead/be a part of. Those who wish to lead can expand upon what I have written so do notify me immediately.

Circle 1: Circle one is a circle that welcomes all levels of mages. This circle wishes to give those that feel like outsiders and loners or just different a home. They are about equality and acceptance and are a very homy group. Your home away from home if you will. They are not to be underestimated, however, they do have their handful of powerful mages.

Circle 2: Circle two requires rank four or higher. This circle is about bettering oneself and hard work. They believe they have a greater purpose in life than to sit around wasting away their powers or causing issues around the city. They are very disciplined and are put through vigorous training among enrollment.

Circle 3: Circle three requires mages of rank four or higher. This circle is a rather unruly group with a general superiority complex. This circle causes a lot of trouble for those around them and seems to make it their job to give others a hard time. They are within their own right, a strong circle that is somewhat chaotic. - The problem circle / the bad guys.

Circle 4: Circle four requires rank 2 or higher, immediately denial upon revealing of other ranks. This circle is extremely secretive, not even their own members have seen their leaders face (or have they?). This circle's goals are rather unknown by those around them. - The generic evil/bad guy circle.

Divisions:

Divisions apply to ranks within a circle, division rankings vary depending on the leader of said circle.
They can be based on strength, loyalty, progression, reliability, trust, general 'usefulness', age, etc.

To be edited..

Types of Magic:

There's a large variety of types of magic and it seems to be overgrowing, it is however separated into five categories.

Alvistiar: Supportive (Offensive)
Elvistior: Supportive (Defensive)
Nivior: Self Enhancing
Brawan: Offensive
Xephereal: (Misc) (magics that create things, illusions, objects, magic that does not directly cause harm nor defend.)

it is impossible to ever learn all five or even four areas of magic. Two or three is the most common.

Guardians , Enchantments, and Demons:

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Mages get one of several things when they awaken to their powers.
An enchantment: Enchantments are actually weapons, they are very diverse in their use and get stronger as their owner progresses with their magic. Unlike normal weapons however, enchantments can die. Mages will often find their enchantments can get rather moody. They seem to have minds of their own even though they are weapons. Inexperienced and young mages often have a hard time controlling their weapon.
Demons: Demons are another form of the mage which their power is enhanced, some people develop dual personalities when they receive their demons. Mages of great power will often lose themselves in their demons, and these people are often feared or first sought by hunters. Demons are extremely hard to control at higher power levels, and it is constant and hard work.
Guardians: Guardians are companions who fight at their mage's side. They can be human or animal, some of them capable of speech, and some of them not. Guardian's powers are limited in one area, their power will progress as their owners does. It is said if a guardian bond with their master is strong enough, they will die with their master, or their master will die with their guardian. History has shown that those with weak bonds with their guardians tend to have weaker guardians, and those with bumpy relationships tend to have guardians with temperamental magic.

Ranks:

Ranks are given to all mages as soon as their abilities are made public. Each mage is called up by the council to be tested and placed in an appropriate ranking which they will have casted on them (and this cannot be manipulated or covered), somewhere on their body. This can only be removed and changed by the members of the council. Most mages start at the lowest ranks, though those who hide their abilities tend to have their results vary.

1. One is the highest rank there is available to those who possess magic. Those who are rank one have learned to fully control their powers, strengthened them, and possibly even expended into other areas of expertise.
Sub ranks:

A. Those ranked with 1A have mastered one area of magical expertise, and are likely the strongest person possessing this power. This is a very rare rank to get and is reranked often as new mages progress to rank one. It is extremely rare for mages to rerank as 1A.
B. 1B is typically a mage who has mastered their main ability and branched out into other abilities, being proficient in those areas but still are stronger with their natural ability. This is the most common rank.
C. Those ranked at 1C have mastered their abilities, branched out into other areas, and also mastered those areas. This is an extremely rare ranking.

2. Rank two is for mages that have fully mastered their ability, and have just started to branch out into other areas of magic.
3. Rank three is for mages that have just mastered their ability.
4. Rank four is for mages that have moderate control over their abilities. This is the most common rank among mages.

Sub ranks:
A. Sub rank a is the less common rank, it is for mages that have powers in various areas already, but lack in their control (all areas).
B. The most common rank, these mages have a good feel for their powers and limitations, they just simply haven't 'mastered' their area yet.

5. Rank Five is for mages that have little to no control over their abilities.
Sub Ranks:

A. Mages in rank A typically have little control over their magic, and have a hard time using their powers or tire easily from attempts to use them.
B. Mages in rank B have absolutely no control over their powers and/or are a harm to themselves or others.


Unranked. Unranked mages have yet to be ranked. Often they have just discovered their abilities or have been hiding them from the general public.


Hunters:

Though they were thought to be extinct, a small amount of hunters still exist within society. Activity from them has ceased for some time (or been concealed very well), therefor the council is not aware of their presence.

Types of hunters vary, but there are hunters who possess magic, and hunters who do not. Majority of hunters, do not possess magic, and those that do have it often hide it. The Hunters made themselves known as soon as the first mage was made public. The community sought to kill this person and thus made a group which they named the hunters and vowed to rid of these diseased beings. Currently, however, hunters serve various purposes. There are bounty hunters who either capture or kill mages for money, hunters who kill mages for their own personal reasons and do not seek a reward (often self employed), and those who are also mages who hunt other mages - this is a lot more rare and these people usually are not known by name but as ever-changing aliases as to stay away from the other hunters. Most recently, there have been a few sightings of people calling themselves 'Seekers'. These people have started hunting the 'hunters'. The general population tends to still call them hunters, however.

While hunters have been hiding away, they have been working on new types of technology and weapons. They have developed both genetically engineered weapons and gadgetry, as well as weapons of a higher technology. Since they first mage was discovered, these things were rumored among the hunters to have already been in a progress, for a time where there would be a larger scale of mages. These weapons and technology are unknown to all but the hunters themselves, though some hunters are more knowledgeable than others. Human hunters seem to somehow be more knowledgable in this department.


Open Hunter Spots:

1. Freyja Clausen (Renmiri)
2. Anvince Jarkron (Noonespecial)
3. (Human)
4. (Human)
5. (Mage)
6. (Mage)


Open Human Spots:
(Non hunter, non mage characters)

- Unlimited (I would like some)


I will only allow a certain amount of people for some of the ranks:

Open Mage Spots:

Rank 1:

A: Iristhiel Ravien (Layla)
B: Alasdair Rae (Flexar), Aleistar Linodoue Leviathan
C: Reserved

Rank 2:

Malleus Sacrum (Prinny)
Violette Starstorm

Rank 3:

Valentina Laural Derege (LostRiver)
Taken

Rank 4:

Taken
Spot 2 (Sub B)
Spot 3 (Sub A)
Spot 4 (Sub A)

Rank 5:


Vivianna Gorvakith (Aizuki)
(Unlimited)

Unranked:

Daniel Elsmoore (Aqua)(1B)
Spot 2






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[center][b][size=200]Full Name: Nickname, Age then Gender
    Alias (A fancy name your character might be known by, usually gained with great renown. This ain't a nickname, but a name that has a meaning. Something that resembles your character in some way. Unranked characters will not have one.), _ (1,2,3,4,5,unranked, or hunter) Circle Name (If applicable)[/size][/b][/center]

    [center][size=150][b]~ Physical Info ~[/b][/size][/center]

    [left][img]Image%20link(url)%20here[/img][/left]
    [center][b]{Appearance}[/b]
    (Appearance)

    [b]{Rank Marking}[/b]
    (Where is your rank located)

    [size=150][b]~ Mentality ~[/b][/size]

    [b]{Personality}[/b]
    (Personality)[/center]

    [left][b]{Likes}[/b][/left] [right][b]{Dislikes}[/b][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Like1[/left] [right]Dislike1 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Like2[/left] [right]Dislike2 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
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    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Like4 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Dislike4 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Like5 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Dislike5 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Like6 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Dislike6 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]

    [left][b]{Quirks}[/b][/left] [right][b]{Phobias}[/b][/right]
    [left][color=#0E90AA][b]%[/b][/color] Quirk1[/left] [right]Fear1 [color=#6612B4][b]@[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0E90AA][b]%[/b][/color] Quirk2[/left] [right](Opt.) Fear2 [color=#6612B4][b]@[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0E90AA][b]%[/b][/color] Quirk3 (Opt.)[/left]

    [left][b]{Strengths}[/b][/left] [right][b]{Weaknesses}[/b][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength1[/left] [right]Weakness1 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength2[/left] [right]Weakness2 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength3[/left] [right]Weakness3 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength4 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Weakness4 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength5 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Weakness5 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]
    [left][color=#0D9D00][b]o[/b][/color] Strength6 (Opt.)[/left] [right](Opt.) Weakness6 [color=#FF0000][b]x[/b][/color][/right]

    [center][size=150][b]~ Ability Statistics ~[/b][/size]

    [b]{Guardian, Demon, or Enchantment}[/b]
    [u]Type[/u] - (Description)

    [b]{Magic-Types}[/b]
    Magic Type 1 (primary) ~ Magic Type 2 (Opt.) ~ Magic Type 3 (Opt.) ~ Magic Type 4 (Opt.)

    [b]{Signature Spell}[/b]
    [u]Spell Name[/u] - (Description)

    [b]{Spell List}[/b]
(May add more spells for each magic type (if rank high enough)
    ~Spell-Type 1
    ~Spell-Type 2
    ~Spell-Type 3
    ~Spell-Type 4

    [b]{Non-magic Skills}[/b]
    [b]#[/b] Non-magic Skill1
    [b]#[/b] Non-magic Skill2
    [b]#[/b] Non-magic Skill3
    [b]#[/b] Non-magic Skill4 (Opt.)
    [b]#[/b] Non-magic Skill5 (Opt.)

    [size=150][b]~ Personal Background ~[/b][/size]

    [b]{Biography}[/b]
    (Biograhpy)

    [b]Relationships[/b]
   (Friends, enemies, family, rivals, boy/girlfriends etc.)/center]

Toggle Rules

1. No god modding.
2. Can only create up to two characters; must ask me for the second
3. I do not reserve, i will approve those will profiles I see acceptable.
4. This is a literate roleplay, i will not allow less than three full paragraphs and encourage more.
5. No speed posting
6. Must post once every couple of days, and notify us when you are too busy to do so.
7. A week absence will result in the killing of your character if you do not notify me.
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DEVIANCE
Eighteenth of December | Early Morning

Clouds congregated overhead, gravitating into a massive pain in the butt with the ferocity and determination of ants returning to the depths of their sandy hills. The sun struggled to burn through the slithers of hollow sky, wiggling its thin fingers through the vanishing gaps. Raindrops tumbled from the grey clouds to shatter on cement, plastic umbrellas, and groaning, nude heads. The air was stale with the scent of rain, damp clothing and irritated people. Gusts of wind caught the edges of newspapers and foolishly adorned short skirts, bringing with it the shivering cold and carrying with it smells of baking bread and rotting garbage.

A pair of emerald green eyes peered from an obscured face, hovering in the shadows like two orbs of crystal light suspended in ink. The figure shifted and a stream of soft, golden light caught a lock of glistening pink hair, fierce green eyes, ivory skin, crimson lips and the edge of a wicked knife. The girl was perched one of the many ledges that surrounded each floor of the towering brick structure, a dangerous place to be during a storm as furious as this. A group of men raced past the stretched pavement below, cursing and yelling for Chaos to reveal herself and for one of them to find her. Their target was pressed to a wall facing a gloomy alleyway, her face impassive and stance nonchalant, as if she did not have such a long way to plummet to her death. The men belonged to a rival circle Red Eclipse had "slightly" irritated. People were hurt - although it was mostly their pride that had been - but no one had died. They were overreacting.

"Why can't you see her?" demanded whom she assumed to be the oldest of their little hunting pack, a stern faced and carrot headed individual.

"How should I know?!" their Tracker replied in exasperation. Such mages were well in demand and she would admit she was mildly impressed they had one. Then again, if they were better at what they did, they would not need one. "Maybe it's a cloaking spell or something." Indeed it was. Pain Magic had many uses, in fact, it was a limitless power. You received as much as you were willing to sacrifice, as many people as you were willing to hurt and as much torture as you could tolerate. The price for her most recent request was written on her arms, overlapping the ever fading and growing bruises beneath. They were spread like purple-blue-green-black roses beneath her skin, ripples of paint and power hidden beneath her sleeves.

The leader of Red Eclipse, a circle renowned for their strength and brutality, inched her way downwards, tucking her fingers between the grooves of the wall. Her toes grasped a fading brick and sputters of a crumbling structure clattered to the floor still a distance away. She remained still. The roaring thunder veiled her mistake and she remained undiscovered. Finally, she reached the last floors and dropped into a quiet roll. Unfortunately, she'd been seen.

"There!" a boy yelled.

"Get her!" Carrot replied.

Her feet kicked up spittles of rain as she raced across blocks and darted around bends. She whizzed between the people but heard the commotion behind her as her pursuers shoved bodies aside to make way. She lost them for a brief moment as she dived into a park overflowing with trees. Each stride grew shorter as her bones shrunk, becoming more soft and malleable. Her hair bled into a more vivid pink as her clothes seemed to loosen around her. She disappeared into the mess of trees and halted.

"Took you long enough, Princess," came a familiar, low voice.

"Well I didn't see you at my aid. What kind of guardian are you?" she questioned hotly, her high, tinkling voice betraying any hopes of intimidating the 6'1" man before her. The young woman, now shrunk to a little girl, fixed her large, emerald glare at her Guardian. She crossed her arms over her chest, stopping her blouse from slipping entirely from her body. Iris gripped the edge of her pants with one hand, trying to preserve whatever dignity she had left. Age manipulation was useful but utterly humiliating and degrading. Many a time had she been spoken too as if she were merely eight years old instead of eighteen, which was what she required, but loathed all the same.

"There, there. No need to throw a hissy fit now," Kratos teased with a laugh that might've been instrumental in desecrating the hearts of thousands of women in this realm and others, but not the one he'd pledged himself to. He dropped to one knee in front of her and tugged at her oversized garments.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" a young Iris demanded, shuffling back with her arms tightly crossed over her body.

"Helping you undress," Kratos replied, batting his eyes in feigned innocence.

"Not even in your dreams, creep," Iris said with a delicate, high pitched snort that might've belonged to a newborn piglet. Kratos laughed as she snatched her clothes from his arms. "Turn around," she commanded. Kratos rolled his eyes, releasing a long, long sigh as if she were the greatest obstacle to his happiness, but turning around as asked. He pressed his hands over his eyes dramatically and counted down from a hundred. Oh what trouble, his body said. "Done," Iris announced before he reached the number eighty. Kratos spun around and peeked through the gaps between his fingers, mocking her or humouring her... Probably the former.

"Oh, my god," Kratos gasped. He'd adopted much of contemporary human speech which he seemed to find rather amusing. Whatever, Iris thought. He was a little girl trapped in a large man's body and about as easy to entertain as a dog with a chewy toy. "You look adorable!" He grasped her small body and shoved her soft cheeks against his own, purring like the cat spirit he was. "You are simply stunning, my sweet. Stunning. Look at you with your cute little butt and- Ow!" He rubbed his sore head where Iris had slapped him. "Still cute." He broke into a charming grin that revealed a dimple in his left cheek. Iris wore a long sleeved ocean blue dress with lace covered sleeves and a hideous bow at the back. The costume was ridiculous but everybody else in this world was stupid, so for Iris to pretend to be another person, she had to act and look stupid too.

"Now turn into an inanimate object, you annoying twat," she told him.

"Such foul language from such a small, sweet-looking girl," Kratos chastised.




Rain trickled down wet strands of pink hair and gathered at the tips of the girl's blue fingers before shattering on the toes of her red ballet flats. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her small, hunched body as she clutched a soaked white toy in the shape of a cat. She knelt beside the gates of the Academy, shivering and frozen through, the beat of her chattering teeth following that of her trembling body. She was frail, not older than eight and seemingly lost. Raindrops dived along the arch of her curled lashes, green from the reflection of her emerald eyes.

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4:30am
Wednesday
December 18th





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...Drip...Drip...Drip...

The pitter-patter of rain hitting the ground mixed with the stomping of hurried feet.

"Oh god, is he still following us?" A hunter, one that had failed at their assignment, had recently had most of his team wiped out. The hunter, revealed to be male, was running with the other surviving member of his team. "I'm not waiting to find out." A young female, with white hair, had been the only other member of the team to survive.

Their team had been slaughtered mercilessly by someone who had, in their briefing, been said to be a part of the Leviathan family and an easy target. "I-I-I think we l-lost him." The male was tired. He had been expecting an easy paycheck, a simple shoot and clean-up operation. That was how all the other operations went, it was never as hard as this.

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Thunder rolled down from the heavens, hiding the careless steps of Aleistar. The male hunter was named Cain while the girl was named Lilith. Cain, a cowardly hunter, yelped when he heard the thunder's crashing. "Shut up! You'll rev-" Lilith suddenly stopped talking, an expression of horror on her face.

Cain never got to see what Lilith had been afraid of, having been killed by the creature that had stood behind him. Lilith didn't waste any time standing still after having seen the life leave her team member's eyes.

Lilith, being much faster than the creature, managed to escape its grasp. She was not however, faster than Aleistar. Lilith ran into the streets of what seemed to be Circle Two, then headed for a conveniently placed library. Aleistar followed calmly behind, knowing that the girl had sealed her fate as soon as she choose to go the library.

Lilith went into the dark library, which was for some reason not locked, and sat down at a sofa. She pulled out a phone and typed in a set of numbers but never got to call, for she had thrown her phone to the side of the library. She had seen a shadow over her, but there was no one to be seen near her. Levi quickly sent a small imp-like creature to get the phone, then killed the girl without a moment's hesitation. He only let the girl live so he could get information, and he no longer needed her.

He did, before disposing of the body, check the girl's clothes for anything that could be useful but found nothing other than what would be expected. He would send what he could to the girl's family later, but he had other business to take care of.

Levi made his imp give him the phone and instantaneously memorized the phone number that was written on it, then brought out his own untraceable phone. Levi called the phone number, '134-594-4999'((OOC):random number, don't call)) and was soon answered. [color#91136F]"I'm hurt, really, you sent pitiable hunters against me."[/color] Levi was instantly hung up on. He expected that he had been targeted by a beginning hunter force with little experience, otherwise he would have had more trouble.




Early Morning



Levi had inspected every inch of the phone and its files, backed up said files, then sent the phone away with a bat-like creature. There was no way he was keeping that phone with him.

Levi, having told his friend taking care of his library what had happened and to lock the damn doors, left Circle Two and went towards the Academy. The rain didn't seem to want to let up, so Levi was forced to use a black umbrella. He would have used a magical shield, but didn't want to bother using the energy.

Levi reached the gates of the Academy and fumbled with his keychain before finding the correct key, then unlocked the gates. He was about to enter when he noticed what appeared to be a small child. Levi calmly approached the girl, crouched down, and covered both of them. He didn't ever believe anybody was harmless, yet his voice seemed to say otherwise. "You should really be more careful, there are monsters out here." Levi was referring to himself mostly, but the girl most likely wouldn't catch the truth in his words. "Anyway, I don't want there to be a dead body outside the gates, so come with me." His voice was calm and assuring, yet his words seemed to be harsh.

Levi passed through to the other side of the gates and waited for the girl to come or not come, then closed the gates. Levi walked to his classroom and turned around, half expecting for the girl to have turned into a large monster. He wasn't worried about having to fight in the school. The school itself was reinforced with magic and he had deployed creatures to be guardians of the school, guardians that he could see through and control.

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Vivianna Gorvakith

Behind a medium-sized traditional Japanese house sat what looked to be an abandoned greenhouse. Vines crawled up the sides of the clear walls roaming freely over the structure. The grass grew in large tufts and was uncut for the most part save for a path leading to the greenhouse doorway from the house. The area was covered in a glossy sheen as the clouds above released a heavy shower of rainwater. Nevertheless, the sound of pattering raindrops on top of the greenhouse didn’t affect the girl inside.

The tall girl moved around inside the greenhouse, only seen as a blurry image from the outside. Her electronic music was pleasing to the ears as it played from rock-shaped speakers in two corners of the room closest to her. She had long slender legs and a shapely waist that was accentuated as she leaned over the birch desk in the corner of the single room. Her gloved hands fidgeted restlessly, sometimes typing on the desktop computer that sat on the surface in front of her. Her messy hair was uncombed but it fell around her face in straight silvery strands that was in contrast to her red eye color. Her lips moved as she mumbled under her breath. The bottom edges of her pajamas pants leg were wet showing that she hadn’t completely escaped the rain. Vivianna typed a bit more into the logbook then stood upright and peered over her shoulder at the flowers in bloom behind her. She stared for a minute more then sighed complacently. She pulled the wooden chair away from the tables supporting the potted plants and set it in place beside the desk. With her bottom firmly in it, she leaned back in the chair and smiled. “A good days work…” She murmured as her eyes closed in relaxation.

Her nap was interrupted by a sharp command. “Anna. Wake up, this instant.” Vivianna opened her eyes to reveal the woman who had spoke. Her mother. Vivianna raised her left hand to wipe sleep out of her eyes. The frustrated mother spared her daughter a look of disgust and sighed, placing her hands on her hips. Vivianna harrumphed as she raised herself out of her chair. She noticed that her mother, Susan, was wearing a pink apron that suggested she had been cooking breakfast. Vivian glanced to the greenhouse walls to see how long her nap had lasted. The rain was still going so it must have been no more than thirty minutes. Most likely less. Susan tapped her foot on the tiled floor to grab her daughters’ attention, which succeeded because Vivian pulled her gaze over to her mother’s cross face.

“Yes?” Vivian responded after a long silence where she had simply stared at her mother in open confusion. “Vivian. Don’t you have school today? It’s your first day and I hope you're not going in your pajamas. Look at you; your hair is a mess. Stop fiddling around. You need to take a shower and get ready.” Susan scolded her. Vivian shrugged and avoided her mother’s blue gaze, stubbornly holding her ground. Susan was having none of that though. “You know it takes you forever. C’mon.” Her mother approached but didn’t take hold of her hand, just extended the invitation. After a tense moment of uncomfortable suspension, Vivian lightly took her mother’s hand. She only did so because she was wearing her gloves and could put her worries aside. Susan smiled as she tugged her daughter out of the greenhouse and into the house to get ready.




Vivianna towel dried her hair as she faced her reflection staring back at her from her vanity mirror. The girl was pale and her eyes startling even to Vivian herself. She peered closer, seeing that her eyelashes were decently long yet being the same color of her hair went unnoticed. Also that she had no laugh lines or crows feet. Vivian scoffed at the idea of wrinkles since she was young but she expected to have some indication of having been a happy person. She wasn’t depressed. So where was the indication. Vivian smiled at herself, scanning her lips and face for some sign but to no avail. She scowled and turned away from the mirror, pacing over to her dresser that lay in disarray from her mother pulling clothes out for the day already. Vivian ignored the dress on her bed and pulled out some jeans from the bottom cabinet of the dresser. Just as she was slipping them on, her mother’s familiar voice stopped her. “What are you doing?” She questioned, unabashed by her child’s state of undress.

“I’m getting dressed?” Vivian asked in return, playing innocent. Susan frowned and marched into the room, lifting the dress off of the bed and shoving it towards Vivian. “Why can’t you wear this?” She inquired insistently. Vivian regarded the dress then transferred her regard to her mom's face incredulously. “I don’t want to.” She responded briskly. “It’s nice-looking and it’s your first day; you need to make friends.” Susan supplied in reply. Vivian’s tolerant gaze turned sharp, her red gaze piercing her mother’s smile causing it to wilt. She didn’t retort, instead turning to the dresser and pulling out a skirt. “No dress. I’ll settle for a skirt.” Vivian spoke carefully, hoping not to let her mother her wounded dignity. Her mother clapped her hands and tossed the dress back onto the bed with a revitalized grin. “Thank you sweetie. Come down for breakfast when you’re done. And hurry.” With that, Susan left the room. Vivian watched her mom’s flowing dress skirts until she was out of sight. She could admit to herself that she didn’t have friends but she had hoped her mother wouldn’t press the issue. After all, didn’t she know best why that was the case?

Finally finished getting dressed in a loose black knee-length skirt, pink tank top with flower-printed lace trim, and her alternative cotton black trench coat; she sat down at the dinner table across from her mom who stood washing some dishes that had piled up. “Thanks” She softly directed towards the woman. Susan looked over her shoulder long enough to show that she was smiling before returning to her task. Vivian ducked her head and finished her meal in silence.

She exited the house and followed the directions in her head to the nearest station. Once she arrived, she boarded the crowded train and put on her headphones to drown out the passengers’ voices. Trance blared over the speakers numbing her emotions, allowing her to keep the thinnest control that she could manage on her magic. But it did whatever it wanted, regardless of the exterior circumstances. She felt people brush her shoulders as the train became more crowded, and she stepped aside-putting space between herself and the others. She pushed the other thoughts away and pictured her flowers instead, letting her mind focus on caring techniques and others tips. It was better than the painful incessant worry that always at the forefront of her mind otherwise.

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December 18th, Wednesday, 4:30 AM


The raindrops on her window accompanied the melody in which she had found herself starting to play. The strings beneath her almost vibrated at her touch, responding to her fingers before she even lay her hands upon them. The more she played the more the violin seemed to come to life. "I'm sorry, Vinnie, I have been neglecting you haven't I." she cooed to it. It had been a while since she had played Vinnie in her leisure, as the magical world had gotten rather chaotic. It was now as if you were not guaranteed to live any longer than the day you currently reside in. Mages were disappearing, and finding them was not the priority of the police, leaving it only up to the council. The council was rather secretive, and thus, no one ever knew if they made progress with any cases or not. Hunters, though to be a thing of the past, had resurfaced. The hatred towards mages had been masked by their own ignorance while wanting just to be accepted. All of these hunters were new, as in the past, hunters had made names for themselves, and people knew who and what to stay away from. It was like a chain of serial killers on the loose.

Last night on the news, there had been a mage who had been arrested for killing several hunters, calling themselves a seeker and writing on the walls with the blood of their victims. This rather intrigued Seraphiel, and though rather unsettling, she could see the reasons behind their actions. "Vinnie, sweetie, what do you think will happen to us?" she asked the violin, as she danced around her room with the tune in which she played. Everything around her turned to colors, and she started to drift into her own world. "They're going to come for us Vinnie, they'll kill us all." Her rather calming tune took a more dreary tone as she started to envision herself and her family being brutally attacked and left for dead. "Who gave you the right to play god?" she asked, as the strings went off tune, causing the Vinnie to wince beneath her. Seraphiel put down her bow, holding Vinnie by the neck, hanging by her side. "Certainly not me." she said.


5:30 AM


Seraphiel walked briskly out of her apartment, having made sure she locked all six of her locks, and headed towards the stairs. The apartments had always had an elevator, but she didn't trust elevators, and thus she didn't use them. People never did understand why she would walk down six flights of stairs, when there was an elevator. It would in theory save her so much time and energy, possibly. "Do you hear it Vinnie! The rain outside?" she asked him excitedly. Seraphiel loved the rain as well as the cold. She would often go outside in the rain just to dance in it or play her music. Often times she would go to the roof and sing, only to be scolded by the landlady. "Unfortunately we don't have time to play in the rain today, so another time." Seraphiel finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, walking towards the exit of her building. The building she lived in was full of middle aged people as well as the elderly, she was perhaps the youngest person living there. It was rather quiet as most people were at work for long periods of time or kept to themselves. She never recalled a day where she saw more than one person from the building out and about. This was precisely why she chose these apartments. She would never admit to anyone, but maybe Vinnie, that it was rather lonely.

A week ago, she had joined a circle, which had been taking up a lot of her time lately. They were very adamant about their mages being conditioned in tip-top shape. Seraphiel had attended the academy when she was younger, and thus had proper training for her magic, but this guild wanted to shape you in more than areas of your magic. Merciless work outs each day, combat against each other, and most recently the leader of the circle forced them into groups to learn to mesh and use their magic together in a way that would merry well. They had also been digging for information on the hunters, and taking precautions in how to go about the situation proactively. What the circle was about was simple, making use of whatever you were given to be something greater. Not living a simple and easy life. They wanted everyone to get better, stronger, and simply be of use. Seraphiel had always had this need to help people, and yet she could never find anyone she could close to to be of help to them. Often she would see people around her, struggling, and would visually stress in the fact that she couldn't help them. She wanted everyone to be happy, everyone.

Seraphiel walked in the rain, Vinnie on her back as a flute. The outfit she chose was rather simple, though it appeared as if she wasn't aware of the weather she was currently walking in. She wore a gray hoodie, which had cat ears at the top, the hood was rather oversized and thus kept the rain out of her face entirely. Her skirt, was a pastel peach, that rather hugged her curves and made her tiny legs look awkward. With this outfit she wore a pair of black sneakers. Seraphiel always wore some kind of running shoe, as she thought that she might have to run away from someone at any given moment. As she walked, she looked unnatural and anxious, her eyes scanned all over for people, but she seemed not to be interested in the people actually around her. She walked the streets, passing people as if not seeing them. Her expression was somewhat like a lost puppy, and yet her body language prompted everyone to stay away. This was natural for Seraphiel, she was never interested in conversing with others and thus never looked open to being approached.

She was heading towards the base of her circle, to meet up with the rest of her members. Till this day she didn't know anyone's name, except for the person which had accepted her. She also had yet to speak to any of the other members outside of pairing excersizes. Though she didn't trust them, she rather liked being a part of it, as hard as it was it seemed fairly comfortable to be part of something. She always had her eye out though, for that person, the one that would cause problems. As people do, she would watch as they would pretend to be friendly with each other, they had these things they would call friends, comrades, but the day would come when it would be proven otherwise. When they might be cornered by hunters, and one mage would leave their so called friend to save themselves. What were friends really, but your entertainment, as when the times got rough where would this friend be? Seraphiel hadn't had a friend since her early teenage years, and she would not make the mistake of having one ever again.

Her need to distance herself from others was not because of a hatred for people, although this is what everyone mistook it as. Seraphiel was still haunted till this day about incidents which took place in the past. She was scared of everyone around her, or perhaps maybe the potential harm they could bring. Seraphiel was afraid of being hurt, she was afraid of dying, she was afraid of that moment a loved one becomes an enemy. Seraphiel passed the academy on her way to her circle, she loved the academy. On occasion she would stop by it, just because she had pleasant memories of when she learned about her magic. She feels as though she owes her current status to the school and the teachers that reside within it. Though they don't know it, and she's never told them, the teachers are very important to her. While she could never get close to them, she would surely be the first to defend them.

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3:30 AM, Wednesday, Dec. 18


'Come on, any minute now. This shouldn't take more than--' BANG 'Perfect.'

The pouring, pitter-patter of rain shrouded an otherwise suspicious form in mist and grey; hiding the quickly-dismantling sniper rifle above the scene of what would be, in a few hours, yet another unsolvable mage death. As it was now, however, there would be no commotion in the deserted alleyway until dawn-- no investigation or crowd to mourn the death of a rank three wizard of some circle or other. 'They've all got targets on their backs, anyway.' But nonetheless, danger (ha.) or no, the drenched, cloaked figure slipped away from her stake-out rooftop; leaving behind, almost absentmindedly, the corpse on a cobblestone path. Her M.O. was as commonly known as any for a skilled hunter, well enough to speak for itself.

Freyja had spared many the expense that night-- the target had been weak, completely unsuspecting of the hit that had been placed on him. A minor pawn in the game, so to speak. And as such, she found herself walking a ways home after having ditched her unlicensed and rented car in the suburbs; an uncommon enough occurrence to only happen after the simplest of jobs. It was cathartic, a way to expend the excess, coiled anxiety and paranoia that came with every solo hit. In theory, the laws of the universe were stereotypically ironic enough for her to get home safely...

Read: 4:30 AM

Indicators and artificial swaths of grey cut through the visual interface of Frey's contacts-- 'I'm starting to think that stumbling into things is way overrated.' -- denoting, in short, the presence of magic. 'And no, not just any magic, it has to be a high-ranked mage. Brilliant.' Frey's cloaked figure melted into the shadows in record time, her duffle bag-rifle slung across one shoulder. No sense in giving away her position, after all, when the sound of panicked footsteps leading away from her was distraction enough.

"Oh god, is he still following us?"

'Nope. Not my screw-up, then.' From her silent stand in the veiled, nondescript corner of the street, Frey could only catch a glimpse of the two soon-to-be-dead hunters-- not that she knew who they were. But from the sound of their conversation and the sudden round of running again, they were definitely done for. It didn't take a genius to figure out who ruled these parts; Frey poked wolves and lions for a living, but not even she would willingly mess with monsters and dragons. 'Or at least, in part, not alone. Or with a team of amateurs. I wonder, who paid them?'

But, in any case, it was only when the coast had been clear for at least fifteen minutes that Frey continued her trek home. (There's never sense in following a lost cause: curiosity kills the cat.) There were no other incidents on the way back, this time around ('Thank heaven. Or whatever.'); and a turned key, keypad passcode, retina scan, and fingerprint test later ensured entrance to her humble apartment complex. Then, after a shower, change, and the routine rifle clean-up, Frey promptly (tiredly, efficiently) fell asleep.



Early Morning, Dec.18

In her studio space downtown (of which is conveniently placed in an area on the outskirts of typical mage activity), Frey prepped another canvas in the midst of others much like it before settling down with a sketch and coffee (black). Although she shared the space with two other artists, neither of them had arrived as of yet-- leaving it to just Frey and the muted sound of the news coming from her laptop, set in the corner of the room. She was, then, absently doodling some lovecraftian monster when she heard a particular story from the air--

"Just a few hours ago, the police found the body of a rank three wizard in the outskirts of the suburban district-- yet another account in the recent string of homicides. Sources suggest that this is again the work of the Hunters, an anti-magic group thought to have disappeared. Citizens are urged to stay safe, be careful, and not to leave your homes past midnight. The Police have yet to identify any known members of the Hunters..."

--the studio doors opened, letting in the forms of Lynn and Chesa. Frey, unruffled and indifferent in the perch of her seat, waved a quick hello; bearing Lynn's customary glomp from behind with a long-suffering sigh. "Hey, Frey! We got caught up this morning with this really amazing..." Quite as usual, Frey tuned out of the conversation-- giving a few key nods and non-committal "uh-huh"s until Lynn ran out of steam. It was only when a different news story, one detailing the arrest of a seeker the night before, broke in through a moment of silence that Frey gave an actual contribution to the conversation.

Chesa, among her corner of sculptures, gave a sigh and a shake of her head; "Really, what's happening to this city? All of these things, with hunters and seekers... it's just like, all of a sudden we're in some dystopian novel or something. What's going on?"

Frey spared a glance at her sketch, fully drawn as it was, before crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash. "I don't know. Strange people playing dangerous games, I suppose."

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Eighteenth of December | Early Morning

She felt him before she saw him. Power radiated from him like coils of thick smoke or beams of ethereal light, depending on whether you were on his good or bad side. It was a magic she recognised all too well, having watched the Academy from a distance for some time. It was a relatively decent place to find blooming young talent, but not so often the types of mages she required, ones who had no moral qualms about doing what was necessary and craved rebellion. Yet a few members of Red Eclipse attended the Academy to keep watch and corrupt, because their guardians demanded it of them and because wrecking havoc on school grounds was simply satisfying.

The keys in his hands jingled irritably, giving her the distinct feeling of a fork scraping against her teeth. She loathed the sound of metal against metal, yet she remained unchanged, curled over in a small, pink and blue ball, with her head tucked against her arms. His feet hardly disturbed the water as he walked by, pausing at the gates.

"You should really be more careful, there are monsters out here," came his calm and low voice. Indeed, Iris mused. This world is overrun by monsters. Monsters such as yourself. She wondered if he was threatening her or merely stating an observation. Or both. She did not allow her amusement to peek through, having long mastered the art of maintaining one's facade and deceiving with not only her childish body but her feigned innocence. Her act was impenetrable by most counts and it forever would be.

"Anyway, I don't want there to be a dead body outside the gates, so come with me," he continued. What a grim statement. Cynical, self-aware and guarded, Iris concluded from what she'd seen of him. The gates whined open as Alistair Leviathan stepped through, his dark hair damp from the rain. He was exceptionally young for a teacher of the academy, and one especially held in such high regard. As one who favoured Xephereal type magic, Iris was well aware and attuned to the subject the young teacher taught. His last name was one familiar to most experienced mages who'd discovered their abilities a time ago and she knew his family and the circle they primarily belonged was one feared by many. Yet Aleistair Leviathan did not seem to be a part of that circle Red Eclipse was already affiliated with. He was a strange case indeed.

The small girl grasped to her feet, stumbling quickly through the gates before they shut. Her pink hair bobbed around her shoulders as she shuffled closer to the tall man, seemingly frightened of the vast expanse that was the Academy. Her gaze was shy and uncertain. staring at her shuffling feet as she walked. Her red ballet flats were soaked through, clutching a pair of small, dainty feet for dear life. The two figures, one leading and another following, headed towards the one of the classrooms. The young girl was utterly silent.

She looked around with wide eyes, taking in the strange mechanisms of a classroom built to teach magic. Her long lashes were glazed with a sheen of liquid, framing impossibly large emerald orbs. Iris clutched her arms tighter around her shivering body, the cold taking its toll and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. She stood in the corner just outside the door, rubbing her feet together and looking wholly uncertain. She was frightened and her mother had warned her not to follow strange men, especially not into secluded classrooms filled with strange magic. But she'd been so very cold, lost, alone and - her stomach growled loudly - hungry.

Her eyes lifted slowly to meet a pair of incandescent, ruby eyes, her gaze widening gently with surprise. Her lips parted as if to speak but were quickly shut tight, the movement doing nothing to make them look any less blue and cold. She did not speak for either fear of punishment, nervousness of something else. Instead she rubbed at her arms, her sleeves falling back to reveal rows upon rows of horrid bruises.

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December 18/5:10 AM




There are two upsides to a cloud covered city, the first being that the people under its care might actually ran once in a year from the on coming rain like they are now with many zipping by in vague mesh like shadow of themselves with dramatic differentiation in color depending on what they wore and the second upside was that neon signs really paid the electricity bills by themselves in this sort of terrain, a fact that owner of “Brewers Heresy” was undoubtedly appreciating right now as the big square bulb ridden text plate glowed in a red out line and blue writing.


Everything was grey and things that weren't concrete or colorless was numbed down from its normal stature by the ever increasing atmosphere of the shadowed city and almost apathetic conditions that the place seemed to be in, by no means was this a well kept place or perhaps it was merely the stains of age had settled in or worse that the depression and tension of populace had somehow twisted what would normally be relaxing colors and sounds into muddy versions of themselves. In the end the reason hardly matter, The Brewer Both inside and out had the unmistakable claim of dullness to its yellow walls within and it's white walls outside, the only thing that was worth looking at was the windows at front.

This is why you lose business you know...” Spoke up a voice from the almost dead silent store.

A fellow with big bushy brows like broom brushes farrowed them a little as he swept his eye lids down to partial squint, his eyes were small already but now he looked like a caricature of an offensive out of date Chinese cartoon if you excuse the black stubble on his rounded chin and the fact he was wearing an apron and a small wrist chain.

Excuse me?


The store. It's depressing to look at, my home land doesn't have stores as sickly looking as these and we didn't have enough money to blow our nose on


A tail poked out from a line of drinking gentlemen from the direction that the voice came out of which eventually shifted up as the face lifted to show a masculine mask to a tired soul, his eyes normally stained with red now having a slight touch of black under them, beyond his neck there was not a lot to see today of the Adonis's powerful form for he chose to hide it behind a Dark blue crombie coat with the low quality of stressed and abused cat hair than any sensible or refined material, the stains lining its chest did little to help either.


We'll I hope you find some because you'll need a few from the cold you're going to have from walking in the rain if you keep insulting my establishment” The bartender snapped back, his voice was reactionary but lacked any serious force behind it, it was not what he said that lacked power or dominance but how he said it.



If you get rid of him, you get rid of me....and he's right...you need to decorate your fucking store...” Spoke up a voice from the end, the man was hardly identifiable due to being partially obscured from a league of other patrons although he looked equally ragtag besides the moderate bushy brown beard he had.

He's the Adonis, Mate. You sure want to be kicking out a revolutionist, It's that same back talk that set the spark of freedom. You kick him out for that tongue I'll make sure none of the Red Movement ever visit your shamble shack again...” Bellowed up another guy with an European accent from from a corner of the place, a vague light from the window revealing him and three others seeming to have been conversing over a couple of brews.

The Bartender seemed to actually open his eyes or at least what can be roughly called open if not more so than not being tightly sealed as a high security vault “We-well...” That same lack of power spoke up as before and with that he looked ready to lash back before an interruption arose.


It's alright guys. I was planning on leaving anyway. I got to actually work sometime....It was nice talking in an open environment...we can thank the Brewer for that at least” The Adonis let out, his eyes squared on his drink that resided in his hand before slowly lifting himself up from the stall and letting the glass raise to the man in a somewhat half hearted fashion, one that was hard to tell if it was due to apathy, tiredness or the tipsy affect that his drinking appears to have afflicted him with before finishing it off and raising his head again which routinely let itself sway just by the smallest width from side to side.

"That and you serve really good Banana Bread" he let off with a smirk before putting the glass down and wandering out of the store into the water barraged streets of the city.

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"You aren't just going to stand there all day, are you?" Levi asked the young and shivering girl the intimidating and passive-agressive question he could, which wasn't very friendly to be frank. "If you're worried about being kidnapped by me, well," Levi paused, "you probably shouldn't have ever stepped through those gates." Levi felt very lucky that the school had cameras installed, otherwise he would have been in an disadvantageous position should the girl have deicided to frame him. It wouldn't have been very hard to convict him of being a criminal. He was, after all, secretly feared by a bit of the students and teachers at the academy, for reasons not even they knew.

Levi took a quick look around his classroom. It wouldn't be filled with students till much later, yet here he was with what appeared to be a young girl. Levi still wanted to believe the girl was a monster, to relieve him of boredom at the least. It would be much more interesting than the cliche setting of her having been left by her family, now that would have been booooring.

That's when Levi heard the growling of a stomach and saw the bruises on her arms. Seeing the bruises didn't change Levi's expression very much, he was, after all, a member of the Leviathan family. It would be stupid to assume that he hadn't seen worse. "Such a mess," Levi mumbled this mostly to himself, then went to a cabinet and brought out some select herbs. Levi put the herbs down on a table and began performing Alchemy with his bare hands, a feat few people could acomplish. He, after transmuting the herbs, managed to make a scarlet-red liquid. Levi moved this liquid into a small bowl, then carried the bowl over to where the girl was. He hadn't used a book to make the potion but had instead made it out of pure theoretical science. He had been hoping to use the potion on someone other than himself, and found that the girl would be a perfect guinea pig. If Levi's concoction was to work, then the girl would most likely be healed in a short of amount of time. Or so he hoped, those ingredients had cost him a lot of trouble to ste... acquire. "This'll hopefully help you." Levi didn't mention what it would help her with, mostly because he could. It could, if he had messed up, help her get worse; or it could help her get better. Levi really hoped the girl would drink the concoction, it would help him with his research very much. Then again, there was also the chance that the concotion did absolutely nothing and that he had wasted valuable ingredients, but he didn't want to think about that possibility.


The young child flinched away when the man reached towards her with a strange mixture in his hand. The older soul within her rolled her mind's eyes, as if she would simply devour some random potion she had no idea the effects of or the contents of. As a mage who specialised in Torture Magic, she was well versed in the various potions one could make, using pain as an extra oomph to create something extraordinarily potent. Yet she did not recognise whatever it was he'd mixed together. It was likely that he invented it himself. The question was: was it poison?

"What is it?" she asked in a small, soft voice like crystallised sugar. Her eyes darted between his eerie ruby orbs and the bottle in his hand.

Levi was utterly and completely surprised, although his face showed no sign of him being so. He had not expected another possibility, especially one where things didn't go according to plan. Levi began listing all ingredients but one, "A combination of Boneset, pure gold, a small amount of magic, Caraway Seed, Althaea Leaves, and a few other random things. The final ingredient were non-toxic and expensive, but she didn't need to know that, nor did she need to know how he prepared it. "Anyway, I'm not going to force you to drink it." Levi moved the concoction onto his desk then sat down. "Seeing as I can't do anything about your scars without possible danger from me, I might as well ask something." Levi didn't have anything better to do after all, "What's your name and do you have any relatives living near here?" Levi really hoped she did. He didn't want to take care of a child, seeing as he had very little experience doing so. There was also the fact that the child could still have been a monster in disguise, but that was unimportant.

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The soft and steady pitter patter of the rain grew louder as the wind picked up, swirling a few sopping, rogue papers around the feet of people hurrying down the streets. As time went by, a pattern emerged in the precipitation. The wind would pick up and with it, the rain would slant and pound angrily at the ground, and then only moments later the wind would die down and the pouring rain would turn to a soft drizzle. This pattern left people disoriented as they jogged down the streets, covering their heads with whatever they could find in order to stay dry.

The scene was set: groups of people hurrying into stores and apartment buildings in order to get out of the rain. However, amidst this chaos was an oddly peaceful exception. Walking lethargically down the side of the sodden streets was a full grown, ram-horned kodiak bear and a petite figure wearing a grey hooded jacket that appeared to be a size too large. The figure was about half a foot shorter at the bear's shoulder; however, the beast walked as if he were following the hooded mass. The figure carried what looked to be a plain wooden walking stick. The person did not seem to use the stick to aid in their walking; however, they would drive it into the ground every once in a while and propel themselves forward -as if it were a useless hiking pole.

The pair strolled past a small bakery just as the wind picked up and they died down once again. The bear stopped short, shook his wet fur out, and then cantered to meet the figure's pace once more -but not before earning a few distasteful glares from victims of the splash. "Maybe you should get out of the rain too, Val," the beast said to his hooded companion with a look of slight pleading on his furry features.

The person looked sideways at the bear with a grin and a lock of long, platinum blonde hair fell from the hood to hang in front of her cerulean blue eyes. She pushed the lock away and looked forward again, continuing to stroll down the slippery streets at a sluggish pace. Around the toothpick that she gnawed on, the girl spoke quietly, "Calm down Mica. It's not that bad out," The girl paused and spit out her toothpick before reaching into her pocket and producing a second pick. She then continued in a more chastisising tone, "Besides, we'll be there soon anyway."

The bear, Mica, grumbled unhappily and nudged Val with the top of his large, soaking head. Val chuckled and side-stepped her companion, pushing his wet snout away from her already drenched form. She gave the dripping -now pouting- creature a once over and then huffed, turning her head away from him in a cold-shoulder fashion. "You know by now that pouting like a lost puppy will get you no where."

Mica dropped his pout and rolled his eyes at Val -well, as much as a bear can roll his eyes. "I was only trying to protect you from getting sick." Mica gave a short pause here and then continued, "Ya know, like a good guardian would do?"

Val glanced over in Mica's direction to see that the beast's face was slightly contorted in an attempt to hold back a laugh. As he stole a quick glance in her direction, Mica noticed her looking at him and he could no longer hold back the laughter. He burst out in a low, huffed guffaw that had earned a large, joyous grin from Val. She shook her head at her companion's childish antics and replied in a sarcastic tone, "I mean, I wouldn't know what having a good guardian is like."

Mica's brow furrowed and he shook off the drops of rain that were beginning to drip into his eyes. "Hey, girl, I'm the best thing you've got." He looked down at the girl as if trying to intimidate her; however, Val looked back up at him with the face of a rebellious teenager.

Mica began to chuckle at Val's little angry face and failed to notice the wooden staff coming at him until it had whacked him over the head. In reality, Mica's head alone weighed more than Val's entire weight and therefore, the smack probably did not hurt the giant bear. However, Mica had enough heart to momentarily stop walking in order to rub the top of his head with one massive paw. Val knew that Mica was wildly exaggerating, but that did not stop her from acting superior when Mica jogged to fall back into step with her. "Maybe one of these days you'll start thinking before you talk like that," she said in a serious tone.

They walked in silence for a moment until Val felt a large mass nuzzling itself in the crook of her neck. Val turned her head out of surprise to find Mica burrowing his muzzle in between her shoulder and her neck. When Mica finally picked his head up, he looked at her as if he were a giant puppy who felt guilty for digging up the flower garden. "I didn't mean it, Val," he said in an almost pleading tone.

Val nearly chuckled at his guilt. She didn't care that he had said something rude; however, she held back her chuckle, feeling guilty herself for making Mica feel this way. She did not say a word, but she draped an arm lazily around the beast's neck as they continued to walk. There had not been an outright acceptance of the apology, but there was unspoken meaning to the friendly gesture that Val was making. She was a woman of few words and any creature that was as close to her as Mica was knew that small gestures were Val's main way of communication.

The two walked in silence until a prolonged gust of wind howled past them and shattered the silence. Val shivered and Mica attempted to move closer to warm her; however, his sodden fur only chilled Val further. She shuddered and was forced to pull her hood up again as the wind knocked it off of her head. The wind and slanting rain eventually slowed to a drizzle, but Val had already made a decision to hurry to her brother's house before the rain could become bad again. "Alright, you win, Mica. It's time to get out of the rain. Let's hurry up and get to Luke's." The bear did not boast that he had been correct. He simply nodded his furry head and bumbled after his companion as she began to jog ahead.

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"Now we just add some flour, a dash of cinnamon and- Daniel! Get out the cake mix!"

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Iristhiel Ravien

"A closed mouth gathers no foot."

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(WIP) "Only a fool would dismiss something outside of his experience as impossible."

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Vivianna Gorvakith

"You should stay away from me. Why? I'll only say that everything in this world rots away at some point, including you."

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Valentina Derege

"... Did you want something?"

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"All magic is science, you just can't see it.

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"You should stay away from me. Why? I'll only say that everything in this world rots away at some point, including you."

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Malleus Sacrum

"Now we just add some flour, a dash of cinnamon and- Daniel! Get out the cake mix!"

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Valentina Derege

"... Did you want something?"

Character Portrait: Iristhiel Ravien
Iristhiel Ravien

"A closed mouth gathers no foot."

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Archie

(WIP) "Only a fool would dismiss something outside of his experience as impossible."

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Aleistar Leviathan

"All magic is science, you just can't see it.

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"Now we just add some flour, a dash of cinnamon and- Daniel! Get out the cake mix!"

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Vivianna Gorvakith

"You should stay away from me. Why? I'll only say that everything in this world rots away at some point, including you."

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Iristhiel Ravien

"A closed mouth gathers no foot."

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