Introduction
What if the technology of the F U T U R E was more attainable than that of the P A S T?
The year is 2094.
80 years ago on January 1, 2014, the world as we knew it was destroyed.
It wasn’t physically destroyed, but it might as well have been.
Amazing technological breakthroughs had been reached between the year 2012 and the day the world ended. Cars flew, houses talked, people were happy. However, people also grew to rely so heavily on their beloved electricity that they were caught devastatingly unprepared when it happened.
A giant solar flare hit the Earth.
The solar flare caused a worldwide Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP) that rendered all technology and electricity useless. Technology wise, humans had been pushed back into the 1800’s. Nearly half of the world’s population died of either sickness or by man’s hand. And on that one January morning, the world changed forever.
After the initial shock, the world turned to chaos. Anarchy ruled and people became terrified to leave their homes for fear of the malicious looters that stood outside their doors. Stores were wiped clean within hours, and once their initial food wore thin and the hunger set in, people became savages, attacking their neighbors, friends, and families. Bodies lay in the streets and the rivers ran with blood.
However, people are still people, and driven by the need for leadership and guidance, new government grew to power. It took many years, but humanity and order began to piece itself back together. Small communities grew and people attempted to find what they once called “normal”.
As this new sense of normalcy grew, people got back into a comfortable pace, jobs were created, and life kept going. And although, as time went on and people became somewhat comfortable with their somewhat steampunk lifestyle, they always held close the memory of what life was like with the comfort and style that they had with their once precious technology that was no more.
The world went on, but without electricity, it took much hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. After all, humanity had to start over, and after tasting technology and laziness, it’s hard to adapt to such a foreign lifestyle. But there was no choice, anyway, there was no turning back.
Children born into the technology-less world seemed to have it better. This new life was all they knew, and while they knew their parent’s stories of flying machines and things, and saw the useless metal skeletons of such beasts, they still could not fathom the wonders of electricity.
Humanity had adapted to an old fashioned lifestyle. After having to start over, safety and morals were the least on anyone’s concerns, for the need to have food and objects was much stronger. Children were sent to work as soon as they were old enough to understand how to use the steam powered machines in the factories. Many people were maimed or killed by them, but it didn’t matter as long as there was someone else there to replace them.
Government slowly began to take over, however it was a rugged and unstable monarchy. Kings were killed and replaced almost as often as the factory workers. They didn’t have much power, anyway, as the police force was unorganized and usually worked only for themselves. It wasn’t uncommon to find officers beating a civilian to death on a street corner for no apparent reason.
The old days of technology and comfort are long gone, replaced by hard work and labor. Early in the generation, a deadly epidemic called the baby plague wiped out many babies and children, and left most others crippled in some way, leaving the generation extremely small and weak. Those who did survive don’t get off scot free, though. Factory work isn’t any less treacherous and as time goes on, the world seems to fall into a depression and jobs become few and far between.
In homes where not one family had work, parents taught their children pickpocketry and many children even sneak into their neighbor’s homes who do have work and murder in cold blood to steal their food and even their houses.
The teens of this generation are often murderers as well. Many times, gangs of teenagers will massacre factories in “Murder Raids” and take the jobs so they can support their families or just support their own petty fantasies.
But life goes on…
We are the third generation.
We don’t know what life was like before this demented dystopia, but we don’t care. We have much worse to worry about. Like staying alive.
However, we know the secret to getting out of this alive, and that’s sticking together.
A group of six extremely different teenagers come together in an unlikely friendship in order to stay alive and stay sane. While they weren’t alive in a time when government and life in general was of higher quality, they dream of a day when it will be again, and while it may seem unattainable, they are willing to risk everything to change the world. Of course, people will try anything to stop them…
But
that’s
half
the
fun.
Join the God, the Princess, the Inventor, the Officer, the Reaper, and the Dollmaker as they try to change the world…
And the General, the Bounty Hunter, the Dog, and the Succubus as they try to stop them.
The God-
A young man of 19 years from New Boston who came to the city of Orecston (once Harrisburg), the capitol of New Penn (obviously once Pennsylvania) to kill the king. The job was all too easy and he successfully became the new king at the age of 15. After four years of the job, the king began to believe himself a god and was slowly inching New Penn towards a dictatorship before his guards attempted to assassinate him. He fled the castle and attempted to blend in when he met the Princess who took him in.
He’s incredibly cocky and self-centered. While living with the Princess has humbled him, the God is still hung up on the thought of being king, and is still extremely bossy and hasn’t adjusted well to ‘peasant life’. Meaning he sticks out like a sore thumb. He has a bit of a crush on the Succubus. He’s the self-elected leader of the group.
His dream is to take back his throne.
The Princess-
A young lady of 17 years, the florist took up her mother’s flower shop after she died. the Princess was 10 when her mother died of a terrible sickness that ended up killing her younger brother as well. Tormented by nightmares of the illness and her mother and brother’s deaths, she buried herself in work, finding solace in nothing other than flowers. She refuses to go into her mother and brother’s rooms, for she secretly never buried their bodies, for behind her sweet exterior, she had a disturbing obsession with their rotting corpses and bones.
When the God stumbled across her shop, she instantly knew something was off about him, and quickly took him in. The pair became close friends and she tries to teach him how to ‘play peasant’ as he calls it. She secretly loves him and wants to become his queen when he becomes king again, but for now, she settles with the title of the Princess.
She can be very impatient and selfish, as well as obsessed and violent at times. Others in the group assume that she is bipolar. She is the medic of the group as well as the co-leader.
Her dream is to help the God rule and she wants to spread her knowledge of plants and healing so that others do not need to lose their family to sickness like she did.
The Inventor-
This aristocratic young lady of 16 aspires to become a great inventor like her father before her. Inspired by her grandmother’s stories of how the world once was, the Inventor dreams of bringing the world back to its glory days, a dream she shared with her father. After her father spent his life working on creating his own version of a boat, the pair left their lives in New Japan to wherever the wind would take them. Somehow, the two made their way to the bustling city of Orecston and began their new lives.
After the Inventor’s father was beaten and taken to jail for not speaking English, she was left homeless and fatherless. Not to mention the fact that she realized her dreams were impossible. For while she could make blueprints and plans, she was terribly lacking in the ability to actually build her inventions.
After a while, she began to go hungry and attempted to steal, only to be caught by an officer. However, the Officer seemed to be one of the few people in the city who understood Japanese and took pity on her. He befriended her and took her into his home and taught her English. She quickly got a job at a local factory and almost forgot about her love of inventing when she found out that the officer she befriended may be the key to making her blueprints a reality.
She is a dreamer and often has her head in the clouds, she often gets herself in way over her head. While initially she’s quiet, once you get to know her, you find that she has a lot to say and she’s incredibly smart. She’s the brains of the group.
She dreams to rebuild the world with her own inventions.
The Officer-
At the age of 4, the Officer was struck with the baby plague and while he didn’t die, he lost his sense of smell and his hearing. 16 years later, he became an officer. He was one of the few good ones. While he seems dark and scary, he has a soft side for children who lost family or who work to feed their families, and often give them money or buy them what they were trying to steal and let them off the hook.
His mother married a rich man and killed him to take his money and land for herself when he was young and he always swore that he would never sink to that level. His mother forced him into becoming an officer, but he secretly dreams of traveling the world, for he’s fascinated by different cultures. He is secretly a skilled builder and was building himself a boat for a plan to sail to another country to escape his mother and his career when he met the Inventor. Being multilingual, he quickly befriended her and took her in and taught her not only spoken English, but also sign language so that they could easily communicate, because while he can talk and read lips, it’s a lot easier for him to understand what people are saying when they use ASL.
He is strong, dependable, and very protective over the Inventor. He has a hard outer shell, but is very caring once you get close to him. He is the muscle of the group.
He dreams of nothing but the wellbeing of humankind.
The Reaper-
After a factory fire killed her mother, father, and older sister, the Reaper learned to live on her own. She learned to kill at a young age, she grew up to become the city’s most notorious gang leader. At the age of 17, she had already killed more people than she could count, earned the title of “Reaper”, and learned to throw away any morals she had long ago. She was willing to steal and murder men, women, and children if there was something in it for her.
Being one of the baddest women alive, you’d be surprised that the only person this girl cares about anymore other than herself would be a local doll and wig maker. However, he saved her from the fire that killed her family when she was so young, and since then, the two were the best of friends. She cares deeply for him, but not in a romantic way, for she has her sights set on the Officer.
She’s hot tempered, blunt, and stubborn, as well as violent and irrational at times, but when she’s with the Dollmaker, she becomes a lot more reasonable and caring. She’s the stealth and theif of the group.
While she respects the God’s power, she dreams of ruling the cities of New Penn with her best friend at her side.
The Dollmaker-
At 18 years old, the Dollmaker is well known throughout the city as the calm and respectable doll and wig maker with Orecston’s biggest gang on his side. The baby plague cost him his twin sister and sight in one eye, but he’s still an extremely hard worker. His mother recently died, leaving him with the family business, which he is fine with. He loves children and will often pass out dolls to the little girls who come by his shop.
He’s familiar with the Princess and is quite fond of her, but admires her from a distance because, while he’s got quite a bit of charm and is rather flirtatious, he finds it difficult to talk to someone that he actually likes romantically.
He’s kind, smart, sarcastic, and quite a smooth talker. He’s very close to the Reaper and would do anything for her. He’s the voice of reason in the group.
The General-
The brother of the king whom the God assassinated and replaced, he always plotted revenge. After the God disappeared, he quickly took his girlfriend, the Bounty Hunter, and banded together a group to capture and destroy the man who killed his brother and whoever allied themselves with him.
He’s the strategist of the group.
The Bounty Hunter-
The girlfriend of the General, she quickly went along with him to avenge her lover’s brother. However, as they formed the group to attack his killer, she fell in love with one of the new members, the Dog. Being the motherly figure of the group, she attempts to keep them all together while having her secret love affair with him.
She’s the stealth and muscle of the group.
The Dog-
Notorious for his uncanny ability to track people, the Dog was quickly recruited into the group sent to capture and destroy the murderer of the King and the people he was traveling with. He became the secret lover of the Bounty Hunter shortly after he joined them.
He’s the tracker and the brains of the group.
The Succubus-
She was always beautiful, so after her search for work to support her and her family went to no avail, she sold her body to make money. However, this temptress isn’t your average street walker, she murders the men she does business with promptly after receiving her money. She’s the enemy of the Reaper and invited herself into the General’s mini army when she found out that one of the people who they are after is the Reaper herself. There’s nothing she wants more than to torture and kill her because she is so close to the man that she has her eyes on, the Dollmaker, and she's also always been her rival.
She is used by the team to gather information from people. She’s a skilled con-woman and an excellent actress.
Taken
The Dollmaker byMirrorMirror1498
The Reaper by HereMeNow
The Succubus by ChristyLovesYou
The Dog by spudjohnson
The Inventor by Natzalia
The Officer by twi-twi
The Princess by Misdemeanor
The Bounty Hunter by DreamerOnTheStars
The God by Ion
[b]The General by warthog
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The year is 2094.
80 years ago on January 1, 2014, the world as we knew it was destroyed.
It wasn’t physically destroyed, but it might as well have been.
Amazing technological breakthroughs had been reached between the year 2012 and the day the world ended. Cars flew, houses talked, people were happy. However, people also grew to rely so heavily on their beloved electricity that they were caught devastatingly unprepared when it happened.
A giant solar flare hit the Earth.
The solar flare caused a worldwide Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP) that rendered all technology and electricity useless. Technology wise, humans had been pushed back into the 1800’s. Nearly half of the world’s population died of either sickness or by man’s hand. And on that one January morning, the world changed forever.
F I R S T
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
After the initial shock, the world turned to chaos. Anarchy ruled and people became terrified to leave their homes for fear of the malicious looters that stood outside their doors. Stores were wiped clean within hours, and once their initial food wore thin and the hunger set in, people became savages, attacking their neighbors, friends, and families. Bodies lay in the streets and the rivers ran with blood.
However, people are still people, and driven by the need for leadership and guidance, new government grew to power. It took many years, but humanity and order began to piece itself back together. Small communities grew and people attempted to find what they once called “normal”.
As this new sense of normalcy grew, people got back into a comfortable pace, jobs were created, and life kept going. And although, as time went on and people became somewhat comfortable with their somewhat steampunk lifestyle, they always held close the memory of what life was like with the comfort and style that they had with their once precious technology that was no more.
The world went on, but without electricity, it took much hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. After all, humanity had to start over, and after tasting technology and laziness, it’s hard to adapt to such a foreign lifestyle. But there was no choice, anyway, there was no turning back.
S E C O N D
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
Children born into the technology-less world seemed to have it better. This new life was all they knew, and while they knew their parent’s stories of flying machines and things, and saw the useless metal skeletons of such beasts, they still could not fathom the wonders of electricity.
Humanity had adapted to an old fashioned lifestyle. After having to start over, safety and morals were the least on anyone’s concerns, for the need to have food and objects was much stronger. Children were sent to work as soon as they were old enough to understand how to use the steam powered machines in the factories. Many people were maimed or killed by them, but it didn’t matter as long as there was someone else there to replace them.
Government slowly began to take over, however it was a rugged and unstable monarchy. Kings were killed and replaced almost as often as the factory workers. They didn’t have much power, anyway, as the police force was unorganized and usually worked only for themselves. It wasn’t uncommon to find officers beating a civilian to death on a street corner for no apparent reason.
T H I R D
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
GENERATION APOCALYPSE
The old days of technology and comfort are long gone, replaced by hard work and labor. Early in the generation, a deadly epidemic called the baby plague wiped out many babies and children, and left most others crippled in some way, leaving the generation extremely small and weak. Those who did survive don’t get off scot free, though. Factory work isn’t any less treacherous and as time goes on, the world seems to fall into a depression and jobs become few and far between.
In homes where not one family had work, parents taught their children pickpocketry and many children even sneak into their neighbor’s homes who do have work and murder in cold blood to steal their food and even their houses.
The teens of this generation are often murderers as well. Many times, gangs of teenagers will massacre factories in “Murder Raids” and take the jobs so they can support their families or just support their own petty fantasies.
But life goes on…
C H I L D R E N O F T H E A P O C A L Y P S E
We are the third generation.
We don’t know what life was like before this demented dystopia, but we don’t care. We have much worse to worry about. Like staying alive.
However, we know the secret to getting out of this alive, and that’s sticking together.
A group of six extremely different teenagers come together in an unlikely friendship in order to stay alive and stay sane. While they weren’t alive in a time when government and life in general was of higher quality, they dream of a day when it will be again, and while it may seem unattainable, they are willing to risk everything to change the world. Of course, people will try anything to stop them…
But
that’s
half
the
fun.
Join the God, the Princess, the Inventor, the Officer, the Reaper, and the Dollmaker as they try to change the world…
And the General, the Bounty Hunter, the Dog, and the Succubus as they try to stop them.
C H A R A C T E R S
The God-
A young man of 19 years from New Boston who came to the city of Orecston (once Harrisburg), the capitol of New Penn (obviously once Pennsylvania) to kill the king. The job was all too easy and he successfully became the new king at the age of 15. After four years of the job, the king began to believe himself a god and was slowly inching New Penn towards a dictatorship before his guards attempted to assassinate him. He fled the castle and attempted to blend in when he met the Princess who took him in.
He’s incredibly cocky and self-centered. While living with the Princess has humbled him, the God is still hung up on the thought of being king, and is still extremely bossy and hasn’t adjusted well to ‘peasant life’. Meaning he sticks out like a sore thumb. He has a bit of a crush on the Succubus. He’s the self-elected leader of the group.
His dream is to take back his throne.
The Princess-
A young lady of 17 years, the florist took up her mother’s flower shop after she died. the Princess was 10 when her mother died of a terrible sickness that ended up killing her younger brother as well. Tormented by nightmares of the illness and her mother and brother’s deaths, she buried herself in work, finding solace in nothing other than flowers. She refuses to go into her mother and brother’s rooms, for she secretly never buried their bodies, for behind her sweet exterior, she had a disturbing obsession with their rotting corpses and bones.
When the God stumbled across her shop, she instantly knew something was off about him, and quickly took him in. The pair became close friends and she tries to teach him how to ‘play peasant’ as he calls it. She secretly loves him and wants to become his queen when he becomes king again, but for now, she settles with the title of the Princess.
She can be very impatient and selfish, as well as obsessed and violent at times. Others in the group assume that she is bipolar. She is the medic of the group as well as the co-leader.
Her dream is to help the God rule and she wants to spread her knowledge of plants and healing so that others do not need to lose their family to sickness like she did.
The Inventor-
This aristocratic young lady of 16 aspires to become a great inventor like her father before her. Inspired by her grandmother’s stories of how the world once was, the Inventor dreams of bringing the world back to its glory days, a dream she shared with her father. After her father spent his life working on creating his own version of a boat, the pair left their lives in New Japan to wherever the wind would take them. Somehow, the two made their way to the bustling city of Orecston and began their new lives.
After the Inventor’s father was beaten and taken to jail for not speaking English, she was left homeless and fatherless. Not to mention the fact that she realized her dreams were impossible. For while she could make blueprints and plans, she was terribly lacking in the ability to actually build her inventions.
After a while, she began to go hungry and attempted to steal, only to be caught by an officer. However, the Officer seemed to be one of the few people in the city who understood Japanese and took pity on her. He befriended her and took her into his home and taught her English. She quickly got a job at a local factory and almost forgot about her love of inventing when she found out that the officer she befriended may be the key to making her blueprints a reality.
She is a dreamer and often has her head in the clouds, she often gets herself in way over her head. While initially she’s quiet, once you get to know her, you find that she has a lot to say and she’s incredibly smart. She’s the brains of the group.
She dreams to rebuild the world with her own inventions.
The Officer-
At the age of 4, the Officer was struck with the baby plague and while he didn’t die, he lost his sense of smell and his hearing. 16 years later, he became an officer. He was one of the few good ones. While he seems dark and scary, he has a soft side for children who lost family or who work to feed their families, and often give them money or buy them what they were trying to steal and let them off the hook.
His mother married a rich man and killed him to take his money and land for herself when he was young and he always swore that he would never sink to that level. His mother forced him into becoming an officer, but he secretly dreams of traveling the world, for he’s fascinated by different cultures. He is secretly a skilled builder and was building himself a boat for a plan to sail to another country to escape his mother and his career when he met the Inventor. Being multilingual, he quickly befriended her and took her in and taught her not only spoken English, but also sign language so that they could easily communicate, because while he can talk and read lips, it’s a lot easier for him to understand what people are saying when they use ASL.
He is strong, dependable, and very protective over the Inventor. He has a hard outer shell, but is very caring once you get close to him. He is the muscle of the group.
He dreams of nothing but the wellbeing of humankind.
The Reaper-
After a factory fire killed her mother, father, and older sister, the Reaper learned to live on her own. She learned to kill at a young age, she grew up to become the city’s most notorious gang leader. At the age of 17, she had already killed more people than she could count, earned the title of “Reaper”, and learned to throw away any morals she had long ago. She was willing to steal and murder men, women, and children if there was something in it for her.
Being one of the baddest women alive, you’d be surprised that the only person this girl cares about anymore other than herself would be a local doll and wig maker. However, he saved her from the fire that killed her family when she was so young, and since then, the two were the best of friends. She cares deeply for him, but not in a romantic way, for she has her sights set on the Officer.
She’s hot tempered, blunt, and stubborn, as well as violent and irrational at times, but when she’s with the Dollmaker, she becomes a lot more reasonable and caring. She’s the stealth and theif of the group.
While she respects the God’s power, she dreams of ruling the cities of New Penn with her best friend at her side.
The Dollmaker-
At 18 years old, the Dollmaker is well known throughout the city as the calm and respectable doll and wig maker with Orecston’s biggest gang on his side. The baby plague cost him his twin sister and sight in one eye, but he’s still an extremely hard worker. His mother recently died, leaving him with the family business, which he is fine with. He loves children and will often pass out dolls to the little girls who come by his shop.
He’s familiar with the Princess and is quite fond of her, but admires her from a distance because, while he’s got quite a bit of charm and is rather flirtatious, he finds it difficult to talk to someone that he actually likes romantically.
He’s kind, smart, sarcastic, and quite a smooth talker. He’s very close to the Reaper and would do anything for her. He’s the voice of reason in the group.
The General-
The brother of the king whom the God assassinated and replaced, he always plotted revenge. After the God disappeared, he quickly took his girlfriend, the Bounty Hunter, and banded together a group to capture and destroy the man who killed his brother and whoever allied themselves with him.
He’s the strategist of the group.
The Bounty Hunter-
The girlfriend of the General, she quickly went along with him to avenge her lover’s brother. However, as they formed the group to attack his killer, she fell in love with one of the new members, the Dog. Being the motherly figure of the group, she attempts to keep them all together while having her secret love affair with him.
She’s the stealth and muscle of the group.
The Dog-
Notorious for his uncanny ability to track people, the Dog was quickly recruited into the group sent to capture and destroy the murderer of the King and the people he was traveling with. He became the secret lover of the Bounty Hunter shortly after he joined them.
He’s the tracker and the brains of the group.
The Succubus-
She was always beautiful, so after her search for work to support her and her family went to no avail, she sold her body to make money. However, this temptress isn’t your average street walker, she murders the men she does business with promptly after receiving her money. She’s the enemy of the Reaper and invited herself into the General’s mini army when she found out that one of the people who they are after is the Reaper herself. There’s nothing she wants more than to torture and kill her because she is so close to the man that she has her eyes on, the Dollmaker, and she's also always been her rival.
She is used by the team to gather information from people. She’s a skilled con-woman and an excellent actress.
Taken
The Dollmaker byMirrorMirror1498
The Reaper by HereMeNow
The Succubus by ChristyLovesYou
The Dog by spudjohnson
The Inventor by Natzalia
The Officer by twi-twi
The Princess by Misdemeanor
The Bounty Hunter by DreamerOnTheStars
The God by Ion
[b]The General by warthog
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2- BEFORE YOU ASK: I know that the characters I set out are very detailed, you MAY CHANGE THEM WITHIN REASON. By within reason I mean, if you're The God, you can make him 18 or you can have him crushing on the Bounty Hunter, but you can't turn him from a runaway king into Superman or a zombie or something.
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Kana Terisa
The pounding sound of fists echoed against the cement walls as Kana's knuckles rhythmically struck the large, cylinder-shaped surface of a worn out punching bag that was suspended from chains connected the the cement ceiling. This was her usual morning routine; putting on a black sports bra, some baggy jeans, and practicing with the old bag. Her emerald hair was tied back into a messy pony tail and her knuckles were wrapped in bandage to cover the small wounds she'd received from the rips and tears that dotted the bags surface. The thing was years old and she'd had in hanging in her 'office' for nearly five years now and it was beginning to loose it's solid feel, but green-haired girl didn't seem to mind. She took a barely noticeable step to the side, sliding her left foot over the dusty floor and making a smooth, quick spin as she turned and planted the back of her right heel into the side of the back. It jerked to the side a good six inches and before it returned to it's original spot, Kana had planted her right foot back on the cement floor and barely a second later she continued adding a few more blows with her fists. She flinched as her right knuckle struck the surface of the bag, realizing she's split open one of the deeper cuts on the knuckle of her ring finger.
She'd call it quits for this morning.
Turning to her desk which sat to the left of the room, she picked up an old white towel and wiped the sweat drops from her forehead and the back of her neck before disappearing into the back room where she had a shower area. She didn't spend a lot of time in there, only long enough to dump a couple of buckets of cold water over herself. Soap wasn't exactly cheap and, despite the money her gang made off of robbery, trading, and making deals with other gangs, she didn't like spending that money on something so trivial and would only soap herself a couple of times a week. Hygiene and such was important, but not as important as food and clothing. She took her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders as she stepped out of the large class shower and dried herself before slipping on a pair of loose black skinny jeans and, putting on a new sports bra, throwing a plain red t-shirt. It took her a little while to get her hair completely dried and brushed out before throwing on her purple hoodie and pulling the hood over her head before leaving the shower room.
The building she was in was a long abandoned storage area, located in one of the dead spots in the city where very few people ever came to. The building consisted of four floors, three of them being underground while the top floor was left empty. Kana's office and sleeping quarters were on the third floor with both of them being in different rooms. The surface also had two more buildings similar to the one she stayed in that a majority of the other members of her gang stayed in, though some of them stayed in the building with her as well, but only the one's who'd passed her personal test of loyalty. Kana moved towards her desk, plopping down in the cushioned computer chair and propping her shoes up on the mostly empty desk. It was quite for a while with nothing but the sound of her sharpening the silver blade her pocket knife before there was a knock on the door leading out to the hallway.
"Kana, there's a customer here.
It was the voice of a member named Mark, a tall boy, nineteen-year-old boy with spiky tan hair. With the mention of a customer, Kana figured someone wandered onto the main territory with a request. "Come in." She replied flatly and the door opened. Mark came inside, followed by a smaller boy, maybe around eleven, and two other members; a red-head in his twenties named Jason and a nineteen-year-old blonde girl named Chaz. Kana removed her shoes from the top of her desk and stood up, walking around to stand in front of the smaller, brown-haired boy who clutched a beat up suitcase in his arms. "Well?" She said, peering down at the boy and sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. It was obvious the boy was nervous to be in her presence, but he replied firmly and seriously.
"They said if someone pays you enough, that you'll do them favors. My family doesn't have any place to work, and my neighbors don't have any money. The factory close to us is already packed with workers and we can't find jobs anywhere else."
"You want us to start a Murder Raid." Kana said, knowing what the boy was going to ask of them. Jason took the suitcase from the boy and set it on Kana's desk and opened it, revealing it to be packed full with middle-rate bills and it was obvious they boy probably spent a lot of time stealing and/or selling things to get to that amount. Turning around, Kana spent a little time examining the money herself before snapping the suitcase shut and moving back behind her desk as Jason handed the suitcase to Mark, who left the room with it. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a series of different maps, spreading out one in particular that showed a majority of the towns that resided near a plethora or the factories in the city. "Which one?" She said. It was silent for a moment before Chaz told the boy to point it out and he nodded and walked up to the desk, looking at the map a moment before placing his finger over one of the factories. "Tomorrow then. Steer clear of there until dawn the next day. Now," She looked over in the direction where her two subordinates, "escort the kid out and make sure he fully leaves the area." She then folded the map and replaced the maps back into the drawer they came from before walking back around the desk and passed the boy. "I'm off for a while." Was all she said as she left the room, the door closing behind her as she made her way down the hallway with her hands in her pockets.
In the City
Her stomach moaned at her and Kana let out a sigh as she pushed through the crowd. Normally she would've just showed up late to lunch at Smoke's and made up some excuse for it, but after not eating much the day before she couldn't wait to get a free meal. She kept her head down as she walked. It wasn't because she was afraid of being recognized as 'The Reaper', the nickname that everyone other than her other gang members and Smoke used for her, since that name had never been given a clear appearance, but because she didn't feel like making eye contact with anyone. Interacting with others was never her strong suit, and she preferred to keep it that way. It was a little chilly out, but nothing Kana couldn't tolerate. She'd been through much worse weather with less clothing than what she had on, so the cold never bothered her too much. As she finally reached the front of a familiar doll shop, one she visited often, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Smokey, what's for lu-", She stopped abruptly, realizing he had guests. The one girl she recognized as one of Smoke's friends who came to the shop a lot, but the man she was with was a new face Kana hadn't seen before, and this made her suspicious. She decided not to finish her sentence as she returned the hand she's used to open the door back into her hoodie pocket before walking over to Smoke's desk and taking a seat, placing her shoes up on the corner of his desk as she waited for him to finish whatever business he had. She had something important to tell him, but it could wait.
Leo Reynolds
Leo became extremely attentive as he felt Ayase tense up and looked down to see her say, "What's that?!?" He looked down the alley, adrenaline coursing through him. "I don't know. But you aren't going to find out." Leo scooped Ayase up into his arms, carrying her and running down the street and away from the alley. He would protect her. Nothing would harm her, so long as he was alive.
Eventually, he burst into the dollshop and put her down, panting slightly and looking at the people who were already in the shop. "I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." He said, looking to the people and keeping a protective hand on Ayase's shoulder, keeping her close tto himself. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?" He asked, looking to the shop keeper.
Eventually, he burst into the dollshop and put her down, panting slightly and looking at the people who were already in the shop. "I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." He said, looking to the people and keeping a protective hand on Ayase's shoulder, keeping her close tto himself. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?" He asked, looking to the shop keeper.
He ate in intent silence, focused on little but the task before him. Like everything else, eating was for him a task, something which he did because it kept his body alive, functioning, and in excellent condition. He exercised for the same reasons, and took no joy in any of it. The taste of food, he scarcely noted, though it had come to mind that what he ate now was more palatable than what he’d had before. The coffee had been foreign to him the first time she’d placed it in front of him, but like everything else, he simply accepted that she was not endeavoring to kill him. That in itself had been hard enough, and for several days, he’d refused to eat or drink anything, too wary of poisons and drugs to force himself through the motions of consumption. He might know nothing of flowers, but he knew that plants could be used to make toxin.
The walk to this unknown ally of Chandra’s was mostly silent, but he didn’t even take notice. His life was mostly silent, and he didn’t mind that. He did spend a great deal of time observing his surroundings, though. It was something he was unable to stop doing any longer- constantly assessing the world about himself for signs of danger. He could climb atop the roofs from there, escape that way if he was cornered. This and that mundane household object would make for good weapons, smart enemies would ambush from behind that fence or from out of that shadowed alley. His shoulders periodically tensed, the tightening of his muscles invisible under the long, dark coat he wore from shoulder to mid-calf, collar turned up against the slight chill in the breeze. He catalogued and memorized everything he could, which was quite a lot.
Even so, he didn’t miss the spirit of the place, either, the dirty children and the threadbare clothing of their mothers and fathers. The world-weariness in the teenaged girl standing at the corner, regarding everything around her with dull suspicion. She forced a smile when she caught him observing, but he shook his head minutely and looked away, leaving her shoulders to slump and her form to sag against the façade of the nearest building once again. It smelled of smog and apathy, but even this place was better than the one he’d grown up in. Everyone here looked as though they at least slept under a roof every night, but that wasn’t enough. The idea that anyone could look at this and see that the world was as it should be prickled beneath his skin, prodding him to a slow-burning anger that smoldered only intermittently in his eyes, when he forgot to hide it.
They reached a small storefront, and Chandra led the way through, greeting the proprietor with a smile. She bade him remember his ‘manners,’ and he supposed there was no harm in it. Why it was that a few mere words could put people at ease he did not adequately comprehend, but she had assured him it was often enough. As it happened, however, this man cut to the chase, drawing Vincent’s attention from the shelves full of children’s toys and back down to him. Red eyes and hair, more slender than muscled, probably armed with something, but overall, not a fighter. A present threat, but not a particularly-egregious one. That was fine; Vincent knew well that it could be the innocent-looking ones that moved most effectively beneath notice.
His potential reply was interrupted when he caught the sound of footsteps headed for the door in. He removed himself from the direct path of the newcomer before she even arrived; there was a potential for stealth in that quiet tread that was not presently being utilized.
Indeed, when a young woman swept into the room, casually greeting the dollmaker but cutting herself off when she noticed the strangers, his eyes locked onto her presence immediately, and he tensed just slightly, tracking her movements unerringly. This woman was nothing like her friend. There was something in her demeanor and the way she moved that immediately alerted his instincts. Threat. At least if he wasn’t careful. There were times when Vincent was more wary, prowling animal than man, and such could often be the case when he recognized danger. Not so much to himself- he was quite confident in his abilities- but in general. It was the acknowledgement that he was now in what appeared to be another predator’s territory. He found himself overcome with the strange desire to fight her, though not to the death- just to see how good she was- if the skill lived up to the aura, so to speak. It was not an urge he had often, and that was more than enough to make him both wary and curious on its own.
She settled at the desk, apparently relaxed, though he wasn’t fooled. He did manage, however, to return to himself, and contemplated his words for a moment longer. “Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me,” he answered truthfully, still carefully toneless. “My name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” He kept his words intentionally vague. He wasn’t going to reveal more than he needed to until he knew this man was interested, and perhaps until the woman was gone.
Of course, at that moment, the door burst open and a man shoved his way inside, a girl perhaps a few years his junior in his arms. If he’d been a normal person with a normal understanding of such things, Vincent probably would have thought them lovers. As it was, he knew of sex but not of love, and nothing about the situation seemed to suggest that. He was more than a little irritated at the intrusion, but he supposed this was a public location and this Smoke must have had acquaintances. He chose to remain silent, scanning them both over without any indication whatsoever of his feelings on the subject. The man was clearly a warrior, though he did not present with the same predatory air as the green-haired woman did. The girl was no fighter at all, and he gathered from the man’s words that she was for some reason his charge.
Whatever was to happen, he would let it happen before he could continue further, and Vincent slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. He was armed, but the pistol was not in his coat pockets. He doubted he’d need to fight anybody, but he was always prepared to do so. His fists were simply more than adequate.
They always had been.
The walk to this unknown ally of Chandra’s was mostly silent, but he didn’t even take notice. His life was mostly silent, and he didn’t mind that. He did spend a great deal of time observing his surroundings, though. It was something he was unable to stop doing any longer- constantly assessing the world about himself for signs of danger. He could climb atop the roofs from there, escape that way if he was cornered. This and that mundane household object would make for good weapons, smart enemies would ambush from behind that fence or from out of that shadowed alley. His shoulders periodically tensed, the tightening of his muscles invisible under the long, dark coat he wore from shoulder to mid-calf, collar turned up against the slight chill in the breeze. He catalogued and memorized everything he could, which was quite a lot.
Even so, he didn’t miss the spirit of the place, either, the dirty children and the threadbare clothing of their mothers and fathers. The world-weariness in the teenaged girl standing at the corner, regarding everything around her with dull suspicion. She forced a smile when she caught him observing, but he shook his head minutely and looked away, leaving her shoulders to slump and her form to sag against the façade of the nearest building once again. It smelled of smog and apathy, but even this place was better than the one he’d grown up in. Everyone here looked as though they at least slept under a roof every night, but that wasn’t enough. The idea that anyone could look at this and see that the world was as it should be prickled beneath his skin, prodding him to a slow-burning anger that smoldered only intermittently in his eyes, when he forgot to hide it.
They reached a small storefront, and Chandra led the way through, greeting the proprietor with a smile. She bade him remember his ‘manners,’ and he supposed there was no harm in it. Why it was that a few mere words could put people at ease he did not adequately comprehend, but she had assured him it was often enough. As it happened, however, this man cut to the chase, drawing Vincent’s attention from the shelves full of children’s toys and back down to him. Red eyes and hair, more slender than muscled, probably armed with something, but overall, not a fighter. A present threat, but not a particularly-egregious one. That was fine; Vincent knew well that it could be the innocent-looking ones that moved most effectively beneath notice.
His potential reply was interrupted when he caught the sound of footsteps headed for the door in. He removed himself from the direct path of the newcomer before she even arrived; there was a potential for stealth in that quiet tread that was not presently being utilized.
Indeed, when a young woman swept into the room, casually greeting the dollmaker but cutting herself off when she noticed the strangers, his eyes locked onto her presence immediately, and he tensed just slightly, tracking her movements unerringly. This woman was nothing like her friend. There was something in her demeanor and the way she moved that immediately alerted his instincts. Threat. At least if he wasn’t careful. There were times when Vincent was more wary, prowling animal than man, and such could often be the case when he recognized danger. Not so much to himself- he was quite confident in his abilities- but in general. It was the acknowledgement that he was now in what appeared to be another predator’s territory. He found himself overcome with the strange desire to fight her, though not to the death- just to see how good she was- if the skill lived up to the aura, so to speak. It was not an urge he had often, and that was more than enough to make him both wary and curious on its own.
She settled at the desk, apparently relaxed, though he wasn’t fooled. He did manage, however, to return to himself, and contemplated his words for a moment longer. “Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me,” he answered truthfully, still carefully toneless. “My name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” He kept his words intentionally vague. He wasn’t going to reveal more than he needed to until he knew this man was interested, and perhaps until the woman was gone.
Of course, at that moment, the door burst open and a man shoved his way inside, a girl perhaps a few years his junior in his arms. If he’d been a normal person with a normal understanding of such things, Vincent probably would have thought them lovers. As it was, he knew of sex but not of love, and nothing about the situation seemed to suggest that. He was more than a little irritated at the intrusion, but he supposed this was a public location and this Smoke must have had acquaintances. He chose to remain silent, scanning them both over without any indication whatsoever of his feelings on the subject. The man was clearly a warrior, though he did not present with the same predatory air as the green-haired woman did. The girl was no fighter at all, and he gathered from the man’s words that she was for some reason his charge.
Whatever was to happen, he would let it happen before he could continue further, and Vincent slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. He was armed, but the pistol was not in his coat pockets. He doubted he’d need to fight anybody, but he was always prepared to do so. His fists were simply more than adequate.
They always had been.
Kutya
Kutya ignored Steve's comments on his dress and hygiene. Over the course of his life, he had learned to ignore such comments. No use in getting irritated over something you can't change, his father always said. Quite true indeed. He didn't begrudge Steve for it either, the man had to keep up appearances for his men. The unit as a whole would be reflected upon in every individual member of it, so Kutya made a mental note to not look so slovenly next time he needed to have a word with Steve. But he'd still run on all fours. He was the Dog after all. Running on all fours helped give him the reputation he had today. Instead he folded his arms and half-listened to Steve as he explain the importance of Kutya's job. It was a speech Kutya listened to far too often.
As opposed to listening attentively, Kutya instead found that the fibers of his jacket were infinitely more interesting to pay attention to. At least until the end of Steve's monologue, when an almost awkward silence permeated the room. His brain took a moment to start into action again before he answered with a simple, "I see." He downed the remaining glass of water in one go before continuing.
"Well. Did you have anything in mind? Or just track and eliminate? No bait? No clever strategy? Or do you want me to just do whatever comes naturally. Quiet? Loud? Do you want Kloud in on it too, or just me? As for her and Morticia, they were headed this way when I ran past. Seemed to be chatting together, but those two never only chat. I imagine they'll be here sooner than later, they don't want to keep you waiting. Unless they're just rattling your cage for a laugh."
Kutya stood there as silence filled the room.
"So. Is there anything else you want or is this it?"
Kutya ignored Steve's comments on his dress and hygiene. Over the course of his life, he had learned to ignore such comments. No use in getting irritated over something you can't change, his father always said. Quite true indeed. He didn't begrudge Steve for it either, the man had to keep up appearances for his men. The unit as a whole would be reflected upon in every individual member of it, so Kutya made a mental note to not look so slovenly next time he needed to have a word with Steve. But he'd still run on all fours. He was the Dog after all. Running on all fours helped give him the reputation he had today. Instead he folded his arms and half-listened to Steve as he explain the importance of Kutya's job. It was a speech Kutya listened to far too often.
As opposed to listening attentively, Kutya instead found that the fibers of his jacket were infinitely more interesting to pay attention to. At least until the end of Steve's monologue, when an almost awkward silence permeated the room. His brain took a moment to start into action again before he answered with a simple, "I see." He downed the remaining glass of water in one go before continuing.
"Well. Did you have anything in mind? Or just track and eliminate? No bait? No clever strategy? Or do you want me to just do whatever comes naturally. Quiet? Loud? Do you want Kloud in on it too, or just me? As for her and Morticia, they were headed this way when I ran past. Seemed to be chatting together, but those two never only chat. I imagine they'll be here sooner than later, they don't want to keep you waiting. Unless they're just rattling your cage for a laugh."
Kutya stood there as silence filled the room.
"So. Is there anything else you want or is this it?"
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Ayase was tucked safely under Leo's arm, visibly shaking. "Leo...his names Smoke," she murmured, nodding to the doll maker. Giving a weak half-smile, Ayase waved with one hand. As she looked around, she knew everyone was extremely tense. "Leo, I wanna go home..." she mumbled, looking down at the ground. She didn't like being out at sundown, and she especially didn't like leaving their comfortable home unattended in prime robbery time.
Ayase looked at Smoke. "Does the glue work well enough?" She asked, nodding to the malformed bottle on his desk. Ayase let a small smile spread across her face. Leo gave her a look that said 'careful what you say' and Ayase knew she wasn't sure if she could trust the others in the room. Leo, of course, Smoke, she was almost positive...but the others...
Ayase looked at Smoke. "Does the glue work well enough?" She asked, nodding to the malformed bottle on his desk. Ayase let a small smile spread across her face. Leo gave her a look that said 'careful what you say' and Ayase knew she wasn't sure if she could trust the others in the room. Leo, of course, Smoke, she was almost positive...but the others...
Chandra Alerann
"When the door opens, are you the one who stays or the one who leaves...?"
"When the door opens, are you the one who stays or the one who leaves...?"
Amusing. It was the perfect adjective that Chandra could use for the current situation she was in. The rather spontaneous decision of hers to visit the doll maker's store had stirred quite an amount of people. She would not admit it to Vincent that her true intention was just for her mere amusement of taking a morning walk. Well, there was also the after thought that she wanted to procure some new dolls to take home with her. On the other and, Vincent seemed to be brooding too much for his own good even more so with his declaration to her of taking back what was his. Regardless, he needed to relax from time to time in her opinion. Adding to that, there are instances that a seemingly innocent gesture was the only trigger needed to jump-start chaos. Her ash green eyes fluttered much like an undecided butterfly on the various guests that had unwittingly entered a spider web of choices. In her own way, she observed them with fleeting interest.
However before that, Chandra had cast her eyes on Vincent. She was glad that he at least tried his best of interpreting her lessons about manners. As such, she had a rather proud smile on her lips. Nevertheless, she had noticed those eyes of pale mauve flicker ever so slightly with calculation and wariness. It effectively reminded her that he was truly intent on this plan of his. If that is the case, she would honor her pledge to him no matter what the repercussion it would have on her existence. After all, it was better than her monotonous life that could be compared to a world without color. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she opened them once again and her gaze stayed on the arrival of green-haired girl.
Recalling through her memory banks, Chandra had dragged out a fact that she is a friend of Smoke. She had seen the girl on different instances when she would grace the store to buy some dolls. At the same time, she had heard of certain gossips from the residents in this area whose hobby is to fabricate a story for their own twisted fantasies. Although, there are the occasional truths among the multitudes of erroneous information. Her name would be Kana. According to the rumors, she is an incredibly strong fighter and is a leader of gang that had earned quite the reputation. The odd fact, she seemed to be well-acquainted with the gentle-mannered doll maker. Well, there are lot of curious things in this world. It is why she believes the unexpected are the best things in life.
Noticing the slight rise in tension, Chandra opted to lower it down at her own pace. Vincent had delivered his reason for coming here. Since she had brought him here, she should take an ounce of the responsibility. However before she could speak her words, the sound of the chime echoing at the front door took her attention. This time a pair of guests were presented before them. It was like a scene from one of her fairytale books of a prince and helpless princess running towards the sunset. As such, it brought her a rather cheerful smile. But as soon as the older man spoke, the spell was dispelled for her. It gave her a sense of disappointment but it was easily replaced with curiosity as the damsel-in-distress she had labeled in her fantasy tale seemed to know Smoke as well. Then, there was something about the glue. At the same time, the two appeared to be in a hurry to get away from something. She wondered if something had happened outside.
In any case, Chandra saw this as her chance to ease the unfounded tension in her opinion reigning within the quaint store. Adding to that, it was not terrible for them to have a casual conversation with each other. After all, one could only gain allies with dialogue which are with words and the other with physical altercations. She has no problem with either the two, although, it would be quite damaging to the dolls all beautiful displayed in the store if the latter was to happen. In any case, she took out from her pocket a small pouch with contents that seemed to allude those who were seeing it. After doing so, she presented it to Smoke with a warm and courteous smile.
"I will be asking for a favor for you to listen to Vincent. As such, shall we have some tea everyone? I brought some Chrysanthemum extracts for us to enjoy together."
Her statement was not only directed to Smoke as her eyes also traveled to Kana, the older male, and his charge. She even took the opportunity to alleviate the girl who was being protected by the older man with much dedication. In her vision, the said man was like a Knight. At that thought, she faced the two and delivered a polite bow.
"My name is Chandra. I owned the Paradiso Flower Shop. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do not mind my over-brooding friend here."
After stating that, Chandra pointed at Vincent with casual humor. She knew that he would not mind her gestures as he had been quite used to it for the past weeks. Moreover, she wanted Vincent to have allies rather than mere pawns. If his goal was ever to be reached, his companions should not only be there for their own personal vendetta but also for his sake. Adding to that, she wanted to see him a bit more festive and this must be the key to unlocking it.
"You have your Knight right here before you. He will certainly protect you." Chandra commented as she pointed at the older male with a warm smile. "I wish I could have one too." She said as an afterthought. Her words were wrapped with a certain longing and cheerfulness. "Anyway, why don't you have some tea with us?" After hearing the answer, she returned her attention to Smoke with a sincere expression. "I hope you don't mind, Smoke. It will be my pleasure to repay this favor from you if you want me to." At the same time, she took the opportunity to offer her apology to Kana. She somewhat heard her incomplete greeting about having lunch in her understanding. "I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?" She ended her words while looking at Vincent with a cheerful disposition.
However before that, Chandra had cast her eyes on Vincent. She was glad that he at least tried his best of interpreting her lessons about manners. As such, she had a rather proud smile on her lips. Nevertheless, she had noticed those eyes of pale mauve flicker ever so slightly with calculation and wariness. It effectively reminded her that he was truly intent on this plan of his. If that is the case, she would honor her pledge to him no matter what the repercussion it would have on her existence. After all, it was better than her monotonous life that could be compared to a world without color. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she opened them once again and her gaze stayed on the arrival of green-haired girl.
Recalling through her memory banks, Chandra had dragged out a fact that she is a friend of Smoke. She had seen the girl on different instances when she would grace the store to buy some dolls. At the same time, she had heard of certain gossips from the residents in this area whose hobby is to fabricate a story for their own twisted fantasies. Although, there are the occasional truths among the multitudes of erroneous information. Her name would be Kana. According to the rumors, she is an incredibly strong fighter and is a leader of gang that had earned quite the reputation. The odd fact, she seemed to be well-acquainted with the gentle-mannered doll maker. Well, there are lot of curious things in this world. It is why she believes the unexpected are the best things in life.
Noticing the slight rise in tension, Chandra opted to lower it down at her own pace. Vincent had delivered his reason for coming here. Since she had brought him here, she should take an ounce of the responsibility. However before she could speak her words, the sound of the chime echoing at the front door took her attention. This time a pair of guests were presented before them. It was like a scene from one of her fairytale books of a prince and helpless princess running towards the sunset. As such, it brought her a rather cheerful smile. But as soon as the older man spoke, the spell was dispelled for her. It gave her a sense of disappointment but it was easily replaced with curiosity as the damsel-in-distress she had labeled in her fantasy tale seemed to know Smoke as well. Then, there was something about the glue. At the same time, the two appeared to be in a hurry to get away from something. She wondered if something had happened outside.
In any case, Chandra saw this as her chance to ease the unfounded tension in her opinion reigning within the quaint store. Adding to that, it was not terrible for them to have a casual conversation with each other. After all, one could only gain allies with dialogue which are with words and the other with physical altercations. She has no problem with either the two, although, it would be quite damaging to the dolls all beautiful displayed in the store if the latter was to happen. In any case, she took out from her pocket a small pouch with contents that seemed to allude those who were seeing it. After doing so, she presented it to Smoke with a warm and courteous smile.
"I will be asking for a favor for you to listen to Vincent. As such, shall we have some tea everyone? I brought some Chrysanthemum extracts for us to enjoy together."
Her statement was not only directed to Smoke as her eyes also traveled to Kana, the older male, and his charge. She even took the opportunity to alleviate the girl who was being protected by the older man with much dedication. In her vision, the said man was like a Knight. At that thought, she faced the two and delivered a polite bow.
"My name is Chandra. I owned the Paradiso Flower Shop. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do not mind my over-brooding friend here."
After stating that, Chandra pointed at Vincent with casual humor. She knew that he would not mind her gestures as he had been quite used to it for the past weeks. Moreover, she wanted Vincent to have allies rather than mere pawns. If his goal was ever to be reached, his companions should not only be there for their own personal vendetta but also for his sake. Adding to that, she wanted to see him a bit more festive and this must be the key to unlocking it.
"You have your Knight right here before you. He will certainly protect you." Chandra commented as she pointed at the older male with a warm smile. "I wish I could have one too." She said as an afterthought. Her words were wrapped with a certain longing and cheerfulness. "Anyway, why don't you have some tea with us?" After hearing the answer, she returned her attention to Smoke with a sincere expression. "I hope you don't mind, Smoke. It will be my pleasure to repay this favor from you if you want me to." At the same time, she took the opportunity to offer her apology to Kana. She somewhat heard her incomplete greeting about having lunch in her understanding. "I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?" She ended her words while looking at Vincent with a cheerful disposition.
Leo Reynolds
Leo watched his young accomplice and gave her a small smile. "Ayase, it isn't so bad. I'm here. Let's stay a while. It's safer here than out there anyways." He hoped his words would be reassuring enough, but in case they weren't, he gave her shoulder a gently squeeze to show he was there. He always would be, so long as she was around to protect her.
Leo glanced up and noticed a girl was in the middle of talking to him. He cursed his lack of hearing once again, for he had missed most of the words she had spoken while he was comforting Ayase. "I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry." He looked to her and then to the shop keeper, the one Ayase said was named Smoke. He gave a nod of acknowlegement, reserving his smiles for Ayase only. "I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." After he finished speaking to Smoke, he turned back to the other girl, awaiting her response,if there was going to be any.
Leo glanced up and noticed a girl was in the middle of talking to him. He cursed his lack of hearing once again, for he had missed most of the words she had spoken while he was comforting Ayase. "I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry." He looked to her and then to the shop keeper, the one Ayase said was named Smoke. He gave a nod of acknowlegement, reserving his smiles for Ayase only. "I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." After he finished speaking to Smoke, he turned back to the other girl, awaiting her response,if there was going to be any.
S M O K E
Smoke grinned as he watched Kana enter his shop, "now it's a party," he laughed as he watched his green haired friend look apprehensively at his company before sitting on his stool and making herself comfortable. He tried not to wince as her shoes, dusty from the unpaved roads outside, on his table. He'd scold her for that later, but for now, he was busy entertaining.
“Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me, my name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” The stranger spoke, his voice emotionless. Smoke leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest while releasing a heavy sigh. Dangerous enterprises weren't his favorite things, preferring the simplicity that came with a doll shop over any overly ambitious adventures. However, he was curious. This Vincent didn't seem to be the type who'd joke around about such matters, and Smoke couldn't help but wonder what such a person would want with a dollmaker and why he'd be going on a dangerous enterprise.
"Nice to meet you, Vincent." Smoke began, bowing slightly to be polite, "if you don't mind, I'd like to hear a bit m-" His sentence was cut off short when a man and girl suddenly barged into his shop, the bells ringing shrill-ly. His eyes narrowed at the two, he recognized the man as a local officer, but the girl...
Ayase. The glue girl. A smile played at his lips.
"I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." The man said, looking to Smoke and the others apprehensively. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?"
He smiled warmly at the pair, "of course not. Just please be careful with the dolls." His eyes went to the window, wondering why they were in such a rush, he didn't exactly want any scuffling going on in his shop, there were too many fragile dolls.
The Vincent character seemed to have gone into an agitated silence with the intrusion of Ayase and the officer, his hands going in his pockets and his lips shut tightly. Smoke found himself a bit disappointed that he wouldn't hear any more of what the odd man was planning.
He heard the small voice of Ayase and looked back to her and the officer. He couldn't tell what exactly she was saying from where he was standing, but he did hear the name Leo twice, Smoke assumed that was the officer's name, it did sound familiar now that he thought about it.
"Does the glue work well enough?"
Smoke did catch what she said that time. He grabbed the bottle from the counter and rolled it around in his hands. "Yes, thank you. It works better than the glue I can get at the local store and it's much less expensive." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to Chandra as she suggested they all talk over tea. He nodded, "you may use my kitchen to prepare it, I'm afraid I'm no good at making tea, myself." He chuckled lightly, "I have a stove and water that you are welcome to use."
"I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." Smoke turned back to the Leo fellow whom he had just found out was deaf and smiled to him, waving off his apologies casually.
"It's no trouble," he assured him, "I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though."
He then turned to his green haired friend, "er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?" He then jogged to the shop door and locked it as well as changed the sign back to Closed before returning to group, making sure no one would intrude on them during their little tea party.
Smoke grinned as he watched Kana enter his shop, "now it's a party," he laughed as he watched his green haired friend look apprehensively at his company before sitting on his stool and making herself comfortable. He tried not to wince as her shoes, dusty from the unpaved roads outside, on his table. He'd scold her for that later, but for now, he was busy entertaining.
“Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me, my name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” The stranger spoke, his voice emotionless. Smoke leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest while releasing a heavy sigh. Dangerous enterprises weren't his favorite things, preferring the simplicity that came with a doll shop over any overly ambitious adventures. However, he was curious. This Vincent didn't seem to be the type who'd joke around about such matters, and Smoke couldn't help but wonder what such a person would want with a dollmaker and why he'd be going on a dangerous enterprise.
"Nice to meet you, Vincent." Smoke began, bowing slightly to be polite, "if you don't mind, I'd like to hear a bit m-" His sentence was cut off short when a man and girl suddenly barged into his shop, the bells ringing shrill-ly. His eyes narrowed at the two, he recognized the man as a local officer, but the girl...
Ayase. The glue girl. A smile played at his lips.
"I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." The man said, looking to Smoke and the others apprehensively. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?"
He smiled warmly at the pair, "of course not. Just please be careful with the dolls." His eyes went to the window, wondering why they were in such a rush, he didn't exactly want any scuffling going on in his shop, there were too many fragile dolls.
The Vincent character seemed to have gone into an agitated silence with the intrusion of Ayase and the officer, his hands going in his pockets and his lips shut tightly. Smoke found himself a bit disappointed that he wouldn't hear any more of what the odd man was planning.
He heard the small voice of Ayase and looked back to her and the officer. He couldn't tell what exactly she was saying from where he was standing, but he did hear the name Leo twice, Smoke assumed that was the officer's name, it did sound familiar now that he thought about it.
"Does the glue work well enough?"
Smoke did catch what she said that time. He grabbed the bottle from the counter and rolled it around in his hands. "Yes, thank you. It works better than the glue I can get at the local store and it's much less expensive." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to Chandra as she suggested they all talk over tea. He nodded, "you may use my kitchen to prepare it, I'm afraid I'm no good at making tea, myself." He chuckled lightly, "I have a stove and water that you are welcome to use."
"I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." Smoke turned back to the Leo fellow whom he had just found out was deaf and smiled to him, waving off his apologies casually.
"It's no trouble," he assured him, "I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though."
He then turned to his green haired friend, "er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?" He then jogged to the shop door and locked it as well as changed the sign back to Closed before returning to group, making sure no one would intrude on them during their little tea party.
Kana Terisa
A dangerous enterprise, hm?
That sounded quite interesting. Not something she'd particularly want her friend to be getting into, but she wondered if she offered her assistance if she herself would gain anything beneficial from it. Anything dangerous sounded fun to her, as long as it wasn't something idiotic. By now Kana was leaning back on the legs of the chair she sat in, her arms crossed behind her neck to support her head and her eye closed. She was listening to every word while, although she looked completely relaxed, she was making sure to keep her guard fully up now. She knew the woman as Smoke's friend, someone he trusted, and it was easy to tell this girl was pretty much harmless. As for the man with her, who'd introduced himself as Vincent, was a different story. She figured it out the moment she passed him after entering the store. He was being cautious of Kana and the aura he gave off was not one of weakness. She smirked a little as she thought of this, though the smile was hardly noticeable and the moment the door was roughly pushed opened it vanished. Her eye snapped open, narrowing suspiciously on the new arrivals for a moment until she realized the girl who was being carried by the man who'd burst in was the girl whom had been taking glue to Smoke for quite a while. Kana had only seen her a couple of times when she showed up for breakfast every once in a while, but the young girl would quickly leave without saying a word. One thing she did know was that the girl was completely harmless.
As for the man's case though..
Kana moved her arms from her neck, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and moving her crimson eye from the girl to the man who set her down and tucked her under his arm. He looked friendly enough, an his voice was somehow welcoming in a way, but there was something else under that smile. She leaned back a little more, keeping herself steady with her feet propped on Smoke's desk. Leo was his name, from what she could tell after hearing the younger girl say it. She could tell from plenty experience that this man was a fighter and violence was no mystery to him. He was almost as interesting as the white-haired man who had silenced himself rather quickly and now stood quietly with his hands in his pockets as Smoke, Chandra, and the two new arrivals began conversing amongst each other.
"I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?"
She looked over at Chandra, hearing her apology but not replying as the woman turned to her companion right afterwards to finish her sentence. It looked like this little meeting was going to take longer than she thought. Glancing over at the girl whom she heard was named Ayase, she clenched her teeth softly. Normally after hearing that she'd have more of a chance stealing her lunch than waiting for them to finish talking, she would've just left without saying anything, but this time she had to inform her friend about something important.
"I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry."
Kana was pulled from her thoughts after hearing the man's reply to Chandra. The man whom Kana felt such a strong presence from was unable to hear anything? It didn't concern her all that much, but she was a little intrigued by it. Then it clicked. This man was one of the officers in the area. A young, deaf officer named Leo. She tensed slightly, scolding herself for not recognizing him earlier, yet she wasn't particularly worried about being discovered. And if she was, she'd just have to get rid of him, though it would be a pity to do something like that in front of Smoke. Not once had she ever killed someone in front of her friend. Injured, yes, but never killed, and she's rather not break that record.
"er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?"
She blinked at her friend surprisingly. He wanted her...to get..their coats?
What am I, your maid?
She removed her shoes from his desk, planting them on the wooden floor and standing from where she sat, ready to refuse and leave before her eyes lingered over the area where her shoes had just been. She'd left thick, dusty foot prints..
..It's not like the news I have can wait till tomorrow anyway...
Letting out a sigh, she made her way over to them and, taking a quick, stubborn glance at her friend, she held out her left arm, ready to take their coats and at the same time remaining ready to use her right hand to pull her knife out of her pocket if she needed to. She hated tea, it was always to sweet for her, but she needed to stay until she could get her friend alone and talk to him. Getting the guests coats, as agonizing as it would make her feel, would help with that.
Frankly, he wasn’t much liking his chances of finding cooperative allies here at all. They were all so caught up in the sticky tangle-webs of useless things; the two most recent intruders seemed to have been running from what Vincent perceived as absolutely nothing at all, which did not bode well for their courage under fire. The dollmaker seemed to misinterpret his desire for privacy in speaking, and he sincerely hoped he would not be forced to repeat himself in the company of everyone present. The woman, the dangerous one, he supposed she would be of assistance, but hers was a type with which he was at least somewhat familiar, and the chances of getting her to do anything without proper incentive were low. What ‘proper incentive’ might be was something he had yet to decide.
He registered that Chandra was asking him a question, and mulled over his answer for a moment. She was, he thought, possibly backing him into a corner. It would be rude to countermand her invitation to all, he knew that. Fortunately for him, he also didn’t really care. “The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He wasn’t as risk-averse as he should be perhaps. They were here, they knew something was going on; he might as well put the whole thing out there for them to hear and see what happened. The worst case scenario would be one in which both the Kana woman and the man called Leo decided to attack him, but the chance of that was low, if her wary glance in his direction was any indication.
Vincent might be atrocious in social settings, but he could read a look like that.
When she made to take his coat, he blinked hazy purple eyes at her and shook his head, a hint of perplexity infusing the motion. “You are not a servant.” The statement was plain and unadorned, but the confusion was perhaps a little deeper than it indicated. What might have looked like a rebuke was instead a half-question. Why would a warrior behave as something else? For that was clearly what she was, and this odd domestic bit of behavior struck him oddly. Aware on some level that this was an inadequate expression, he continued. “I will keep mine.”
Indeed, he did not remove his coat when they filed into the kitchen, nor did he sit or take tea or anything of that nature. He was out-of-place here, and he felt it even more acutely now than he did when it was simply himself and Chandra in her home. He waited patiently as he was able while everyone settled themselves wherever they would and got comfortable, though he fairly radiated a kind of honed tension. It was not fear or nervousness, but something else, a little more attenuated. Caution, perhaps, or wariness. He had been raised to always be so in the company of others.
Eventually, things died down and everyone looked as well-placed as they were going to be. He took the opportunity to clear his throat and waited until the deaf man was turned so as to be able to see him before he spoke. He did not wish to repeat anything. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” His hand itched to rub at the covered spot on the base of his neck where his scar began, but he refrained.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” For all the gravity of his words, his tone was still cool, modulated, and entirely unruffled. He shrugged, a gesture he’d picked up a few years ago, and glanced over the faces of those assembled.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” The necessity spoke for itself, and either they would accept that the world needed to change or they would not. The evidence was right I front of their faces, and if they refused to see it, that wasn’t his problem.
That was already considerably more words than the recalcitrant young man averaged in a day, and so he fell silent, having said what needed to be said. What they did was entirely their business, and he was already prepared for a number of possible reactions, particularly the violent kind.
He registered that Chandra was asking him a question, and mulled over his answer for a moment. She was, he thought, possibly backing him into a corner. It would be rude to countermand her invitation to all, he knew that. Fortunately for him, he also didn’t really care. “The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He wasn’t as risk-averse as he should be perhaps. They were here, they knew something was going on; he might as well put the whole thing out there for them to hear and see what happened. The worst case scenario would be one in which both the Kana woman and the man called Leo decided to attack him, but the chance of that was low, if her wary glance in his direction was any indication.
Vincent might be atrocious in social settings, but he could read a look like that.
When she made to take his coat, he blinked hazy purple eyes at her and shook his head, a hint of perplexity infusing the motion. “You are not a servant.” The statement was plain and unadorned, but the confusion was perhaps a little deeper than it indicated. What might have looked like a rebuke was instead a half-question. Why would a warrior behave as something else? For that was clearly what she was, and this odd domestic bit of behavior struck him oddly. Aware on some level that this was an inadequate expression, he continued. “I will keep mine.”
Indeed, he did not remove his coat when they filed into the kitchen, nor did he sit or take tea or anything of that nature. He was out-of-place here, and he felt it even more acutely now than he did when it was simply himself and Chandra in her home. He waited patiently as he was able while everyone settled themselves wherever they would and got comfortable, though he fairly radiated a kind of honed tension. It was not fear or nervousness, but something else, a little more attenuated. Caution, perhaps, or wariness. He had been raised to always be so in the company of others.
Eventually, things died down and everyone looked as well-placed as they were going to be. He took the opportunity to clear his throat and waited until the deaf man was turned so as to be able to see him before he spoke. He did not wish to repeat anything. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” His hand itched to rub at the covered spot on the base of his neck where his scar began, but he refrained.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” For all the gravity of his words, his tone was still cool, modulated, and entirely unruffled. He shrugged, a gesture he’d picked up a few years ago, and glanced over the faces of those assembled.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” The necessity spoke for itself, and either they would accept that the world needed to change or they would not. The evidence was right I front of their faces, and if they refused to see it, that wasn’t his problem.
That was already considerably more words than the recalcitrant young man averaged in a day, and so he fell silent, having said what needed to be said. What they did was entirely their business, and he was already prepared for a number of possible reactions, particularly the violent kind.
S M O K E
Smoke sighed as he watched Kana begrudgingly offer to take the coats. To be quite honest, he hadn't expected her to do it at all, although he hadn't expected her to stay at all, either after she realized that they wouldn't be going for lunch as they had planned. It seemed she was simply just full of surprises today, wasn't she? He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered over to see just how much damage her boots had done to his nice work table. Just dusty prints, he could deal with that easily.
“The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He looked up at the quiet man, addressed by Chandra as Vincent, spoke again. This time his words were just as intriguing. Smoke looked over at his green haired friend before sitting down on his stool and pulling a dustpan and brush from one of the drawers in his table. He didn't say anything, allowing the fact that he didn't leave to speak for itself as he began brushing away Kana's dust and discarding it in the waste bin. Smoke then put the brush and pan away and followed everyone into the kitchen. He found a seat closest to the entrance to the shop, just in case someone were to wander in. When he was comfortable, he sat back and waited for the stranger to speak. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.”
Smoke crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to look calm and cool, but his face betrayed his shock that the former king was right in front of him, in his kitchen. He quickly wiped it away, though his heart was thudding in his chest, he had believed that King Weylin had been assassinated when he disappeared from the palace, he was speaking to a dead man.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.”
The red haired boy looked down at the floor, contemplating what was said. Concerning the way he was living now, Smoke was perfectly content with the doll shop, he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. On the other hand, he was not content with living everyday with a smile on his face and a hand on his pistol when people come in to buy dolls. He didn't like the fact that the world was so corrupt that he couldn't even trust women and children, for they were the ones most often with the prizes on their heads anymore. Hell, even his best friend was a wanted criminal. He shot a glance at Kana, maybe it would be nice if they could change their quality of life. However, he wasn't sure what a few teenagers could do about any of it, even if they did have the old king on their side. Smoke was a doll maker, not a mercenary.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” It was as if Vincent had read his mind. It seemed the former king had once again fallen silent, his words heavy in the hair and its hearers contemplating their decisions.
Finally, Smoke decided to speak. "I agree with you," he said, taking a deep breath. "While I am happy with what I am doing, if it wasn't for the current state of the world, my mother would still be here making dolls with me. As you can see, she is not, she was killed by some thugs who broke in the store a long time ago. I'm not sure how much help I will be in your movement, Vincent, but I am willing to offer you what I have. I can help with transportation, I have two horses and a carriage that I use to transport supplies, but they are more than capable of transporting people and weapons if needed. I'm not sure how much a group of young adults can do to change things, but I have nothing to lose in trying."
Smoke sighed as he watched Kana begrudgingly offer to take the coats. To be quite honest, he hadn't expected her to do it at all, although he hadn't expected her to stay at all, either after she realized that they wouldn't be going for lunch as they had planned. It seemed she was simply just full of surprises today, wasn't she? He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered over to see just how much damage her boots had done to his nice work table. Just dusty prints, he could deal with that easily.
“The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He looked up at the quiet man, addressed by Chandra as Vincent, spoke again. This time his words were just as intriguing. Smoke looked over at his green haired friend before sitting down on his stool and pulling a dustpan and brush from one of the drawers in his table. He didn't say anything, allowing the fact that he didn't leave to speak for itself as he began brushing away Kana's dust and discarding it in the waste bin. Smoke then put the brush and pan away and followed everyone into the kitchen. He found a seat closest to the entrance to the shop, just in case someone were to wander in. When he was comfortable, he sat back and waited for the stranger to speak. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.”
Smoke crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to look calm and cool, but his face betrayed his shock that the former king was right in front of him, in his kitchen. He quickly wiped it away, though his heart was thudding in his chest, he had believed that King Weylin had been assassinated when he disappeared from the palace, he was speaking to a dead man.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.”
The red haired boy looked down at the floor, contemplating what was said. Concerning the way he was living now, Smoke was perfectly content with the doll shop, he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. On the other hand, he was not content with living everyday with a smile on his face and a hand on his pistol when people come in to buy dolls. He didn't like the fact that the world was so corrupt that he couldn't even trust women and children, for they were the ones most often with the prizes on their heads anymore. Hell, even his best friend was a wanted criminal. He shot a glance at Kana, maybe it would be nice if they could change their quality of life. However, he wasn't sure what a few teenagers could do about any of it, even if they did have the old king on their side. Smoke was a doll maker, not a mercenary.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” It was as if Vincent had read his mind. It seemed the former king had once again fallen silent, his words heavy in the hair and its hearers contemplating their decisions.
Finally, Smoke decided to speak. "I agree with you," he said, taking a deep breath. "While I am happy with what I am doing, if it wasn't for the current state of the world, my mother would still be here making dolls with me. As you can see, she is not, she was killed by some thugs who broke in the store a long time ago. I'm not sure how much help I will be in your movement, Vincent, but I am willing to offer you what I have. I can help with transportation, I have two horses and a carriage that I use to transport supplies, but they are more than capable of transporting people and weapons if needed. I'm not sure how much a group of young adults can do to change things, but I have nothing to lose in trying."
Chandra Alerann
"An ally is an ally, right?"
"An ally is an ally, right?"
Delightfully entertaining is what Chandra was opting to describe the bizarre turn of events. Furthermore, she was pleasantly glad that Vincent had been kind enough to accept her persuasive invitation. She was probably pushing her luck regarding about the sensitivities of the overthrown King. However, she finds it fun doing so despite the consequences she might receive in the long run. In any case, she was also grateful for the the hospitality that Smoke had given them which was refreshing indeed. Although, she would have to excuse herself for refusing the gesture of his green-haired friend from taking her coat. There was no need to go to that extent as she agreed with Vincent's statement. Yet, she was certain that the man had deeper insights on that than her currently.
"Thank you. But, there is no need. You're not a maid, after all."
Upon saying that, Chandra excused herself and entered the kitchen. It was not that different from hers as such it was easy to find the things she requires in preparing their tea. She meticulously made the tea along with the blooming flower accompaniment. There was no certainty that all of them would find this beautiful or appreciate the taste. However, she has confidence it could bring a bit of calming presence as that is the purpose of its scent. Soon, she was done and served to everyone present. Once everyone was settled, Vincent decided to explain what he meant earlier about a dangerous enterprise.
When it was done, Chandra wondered what the responses would be. She had no idea what path they would choose. Whatever it may be, she has a feeling that the invisible red threads would slowly enveloped them until they had no choice but to follow it. Still, it was more fun to see one struggle and to be given the fruit of futility. Looking at the tea which Vincent had yet to take, she felt a bit depressed about that. Yet, it did not show on her face as she had years of practice with that. The man must know how to communicate with other people, although, she likes him this way. Insincere things are useless in the end.
Then, the silence was broken with a favorable reply. Smoke had decided to accompany Vincent in his retribution. Taking a drink from her tea, she cast a glance at Vincent who had yet to say anything. Placing down hers on the table once more, she faced Smoke and gave a sincere smile to represent her gratitude for his assistance. Another hand in this faction is better than none at all.
"Thank you very much Smoke. We look forward working with you."
"Thank you. But, there is no need. You're not a maid, after all."
Upon saying that, Chandra excused herself and entered the kitchen. It was not that different from hers as such it was easy to find the things she requires in preparing their tea. She meticulously made the tea along with the blooming flower accompaniment. There was no certainty that all of them would find this beautiful or appreciate the taste. However, she has confidence it could bring a bit of calming presence as that is the purpose of its scent. Soon, she was done and served to everyone present. Once everyone was settled, Vincent decided to explain what he meant earlier about a dangerous enterprise.
When it was done, Chandra wondered what the responses would be. She had no idea what path they would choose. Whatever it may be, she has a feeling that the invisible red threads would slowly enveloped them until they had no choice but to follow it. Still, it was more fun to see one struggle and to be given the fruit of futility. Looking at the tea which Vincent had yet to take, she felt a bit depressed about that. Yet, it did not show on her face as she had years of practice with that. The man must know how to communicate with other people, although, she likes him this way. Insincere things are useless in the end.
Then, the silence was broken with a favorable reply. Smoke had decided to accompany Vincent in his retribution. Taking a drink from her tea, she cast a glance at Vincent who had yet to say anything. Placing down hers on the table once more, she faced Smoke and gave a sincere smile to represent her gratitude for his assistance. Another hand in this faction is better than none at all.
"Thank you very much Smoke. We look forward working with you."
Leo Reynolds
Leo had shaken his head to the young green-haired girl as she tried to take his jacket, and he tucked Ayase behind him, not wwanting her to be rude and not trusting any of these people with her. He didn't know any of them, and didn't know whether they were violent or not. And he wasn't about to take that chance.
"I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though." Leo watched as Smoke's lips moved to form his words, and gave a small bow or respect. "Thank you. It is much appreciated." Leo then turned to Ayase, who was surely uncomfortable with this new change of plans. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're just going to have some tea with the people who were kind enough to allow us in and then we'll go home, okay? Nothing bad will happen." With that, he gave her a quick and small smile before turning back to the group. He saw they were all beginning to enter the kitchen, so he guided Ayase there and sat at the most available place. After a few moments, he noticed that everyone was looking at Vincent, so Leo himself turned his head to face him.
“I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” Leo was awed. The old king here, speaking to them? Maybe there was hope for this place after all.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” It was true. He and Ayase weren't happy at all with their lives. In fact, he had been planning to build a boat to escape with Ayase and their darling dog. And Leo could be a rather faithful ally, if he trusted the person. But this was the king. Surely he could be trusted. In the short time he had ruled, things seemed to be going alright.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” Leo nodded at this statement, and waited to see if Vincent was finished speaking. He was, but then Smoke began to pledge to be loyal to the old king. Then he was thanked by another woman.
When everyone else was finished speaking, Leo stood from his chair, facing the old king. He put his hand over his heart and gave a deep bow before straightening again. "King Weylin, I will fight for you and your cause. I want the streets to be safe again, I don't want to have to worry for the lives of those I care for simply because they went outside for a few minutes. You were a great ruler when you were on the throne. I followed you then. I will follow you now." With that, Leo sat back down in his chair.
"I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though." Leo watched as Smoke's lips moved to form his words, and gave a small bow or respect. "Thank you. It is much appreciated." Leo then turned to Ayase, who was surely uncomfortable with this new change of plans. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're just going to have some tea with the people who were kind enough to allow us in and then we'll go home, okay? Nothing bad will happen." With that, he gave her a quick and small smile before turning back to the group. He saw they were all beginning to enter the kitchen, so he guided Ayase there and sat at the most available place. After a few moments, he noticed that everyone was looking at Vincent, so Leo himself turned his head to face him.
“I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” Leo was awed. The old king here, speaking to them? Maybe there was hope for this place after all.
“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” It was true. He and Ayase weren't happy at all with their lives. In fact, he had been planning to build a boat to escape with Ayase and their darling dog. And Leo could be a rather faithful ally, if he trusted the person. But this was the king. Surely he could be trusted. In the short time he had ruled, things seemed to be going alright.
“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” Leo nodded at this statement, and waited to see if Vincent was finished speaking. He was, but then Smoke began to pledge to be loyal to the old king. Then he was thanked by another woman.
When everyone else was finished speaking, Leo stood from his chair, facing the old king. He put his hand over his heart and gave a deep bow before straightening again. "King Weylin, I will fight for you and your cause. I want the streets to be safe again, I don't want to have to worry for the lives of those I care for simply because they went outside for a few minutes. You were a great ruler when you were on the throne. I followed you then. I will follow you now." With that, Leo sat back down in his chair.
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Re: This New Generation
It's fine, I haven't posted in a while, although I haven't exactly been able to get online in a while, either, haha.
I'll try to post soon.
I'll try to post soon.
Re: This New Generation
Sorry if my last post was messy.It was like 2am when I wrote it out ^^;
....also why am I the only one posting in the ooc o.o
....also why am I the only one posting in the ooc o.o
Re: This New Generation
Phew, sorry guys, didn't realize it had been a couple of days. I shall try and squeeze a post from my tired mind. Though I must warn you all, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday I know for sure I will not be on. Oh, and probably not this Friday either. And Tuesday has a smaller chance of me getting on, though it is still possible. Sorry, I'm in a lot of bands and all sorts of concerts are coming up, on top of rehearsals and homework and all that.
Re: This New Generation
I sent them both PM's, so hopefully they'll post soon! :)
I love Vincent's wariness of Kana, haha.
I love Vincent's wariness of Kana, haha.
Re: This New Generation
Right, I decided to post after all, otherwise things might have gotten a little out of hand in the doll shop haha. Vincent's just standing in the corner, glowering like he does. He probably won't say anything else in front of such a large group unless prompted very well.
At any rate, I hope the post was at least a bit enjoyable, since it was somewhat long.
At any rate, I hope the post was at least a bit enjoyable, since it was somewhat long.
Re: This New Generation
Well Christy was on yesterday but spud hasn't been on since the 5th so I don't know Christy, all up to you :)
Re: This New Generation
About that, Dreamer, I'll probably be bringing him in a little later. But if you have any ideas for him to come in then feel free to.
Re: This New Generation
Well Im still here, im just waiting for spud and christy to post, as for my other charrie, im waiting for kana to use him, but to keep things moving ill post if its necessary?
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Ha, I s'pose that's understandable, too. I'll post tomorrow if nobody else has by then, to balance the fairness and the desire to keep things moving. :)
Re: This New Generation
Guess that's understandable, yeah. I do that too usually. It's just been a few days since anyone has posted and since I'm eager to interact with the characters closer to mine right now I though of you first XD
Re: This New Generation
I was waiting for a couple of the characters who haven't posted in a while to go first. Should I not do that?
Re: This New Generation
I am SO sorry for not posting! It's pre-finals week and I've had tons of work to do, I haven't been posting! ;_; I'll post Friday, promise!
Re: This New Generation
Kutya is with Steve in his office and Kloud and Morticia are on their way over there. Correct me if I'm wrong.