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Autumn Jones

"I wonder, what does fate have in store for me today?"

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a character in “Birthstone Spirits: The Great Escape”, as played by Linnea

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°˖✧| Cheerful | Friendly | Flirty | Fun-Loving | Athletic | Spirited | Tough | Optimist | Proud |✧˖°

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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Light blue
Birthday: November 2nd

Angela is 5'6" with a fit and skinny figure from years of cheerleading. Her long blonde hair is often styled into loose curls and falls about five inches past her shoulders. Her eyes are a bright blue and her eyelashes are long. She has an oval face which is almost never clear of makeup. Often times, she can be seen wearing lipstick and blush. She also enjoys painting her nails and likes to decorate them with glitter. Her fashion of choice is fun and flirty. Crop tops, tight jeans, bright colors, dresses, skirts. Heels are also common, but she likes sneakers as well.

She's currently on summer break from college, where her major is undeclared. It used to be business but she's been thinking of switching to communications. So, when asked, she laughs about it being undeclared. She's under pressure to find her path in life.
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Angela is a fun and friendly girl who likes to be in the spotlight. She's cheerful and upbeat, often trying to get others to see things her way. She can be a bit overwhelming, but she means well. She's also very flirty and hands on. Angela doesn't want to make people uncomfortable. It's the opposite. She wants everyone to feel as included as possible.

She's outgoing and social and adores attention. Frequently, she surrounds herself with other people. She happiest when she's in a group. However, she tends to be happy all the time. It's rare to see her act otherwise.

Though she likes to stand out she doesn't tend to shine brighter than anyone else. She greatly desires to be seen as a leader and to accomplish great things, but has problems going above and beyond. Angela is strong and a hard worker but she often stops herself from excelling out of fear. Desperate to fit in and not step on any toes, she allows herself to be second best.

Still, she wants to be the best. She'll keep going until someone tells her to stop. Sometimes, she'll even ignore her own feelings if she thinks it'll make someone happy. She's done a few things she didn't want to for the sake of others liking her.

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From a young age, Angela has been interested in the occult. She's fond of many things but tends to lean towards the paranormal. She has her own ouija board that glows in the dark and a tarot deck that is worn from use. She's superstitious, almost to a fault. She tries not to let it get to her but can be on edge if she comes across something she thinks is a bad omen. She loves horror movies and shows that talk about finding ghosts. She's held plenty of seances herself.

However, if asked about this she will claim it's all ironic. She's ashamed of this part of herself and refuses to admit that she truly is interested. She doesn't want to find out what would happen if word got out that a cheerleader was trying to talk to the dead.



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CheerBeing ignored
SmoothiesFailure
SushiAwkward moments
SnowGreasy food
Beach DaysLate nights
Scary MoviesBeing bored
Hanging out with her friendsIsolation
MakeupBad hair days
ShoppingHard decisions
Morning jogsHospitals
Cute animalsBeing abandoned
WinningBroken promises
FashionBugs
CoffeeStudying
PartyingCruel people
Solo joggingSewing
FamilyInjuries
Soft pillowsBurnt food


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The topaz gem is known as a symbol of fortune, success, balance and joy. For Angela, however, it brings the dead.

Spirits are a curious bunch, coming in all forms. Some were human once, and some seem to have come out of nowhere. It's Angela's job to communicate with them. From these spirits, Angela can gain valuable information. She can even have them carry out tasks for her. Of course, this comes at a price. Most spirits will demand energy from her or those around her.

Energy, to spirits, is like a nice dinner and a good night's rest. Not only does it feel good, it also allows them to manifest themselves in ways they normally wouldn't be able to. Some take heat energy, resulting in cold spots. Most of the spirits Angela deals with, however, desire her own life energy. Though it can be replenished through food and rest, it's still an incredibly uncomfortable experience.

The dead aside, Angela can also manipulate the energy force. She can drain energy from another, giving it to herself or to the spirits that request it. At least, she should be able to do all of this. At the current moment, she had yet to receive any sort of powers.



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Necklace
Tarot cards
Makeup bag
Cell Phone
Bandages
Wallet
Normal clothes
Hair ties

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So begins...

Autumn Jones's Story

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel Character Portrait: Autumn Jones
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Harper held up his hands as Skylar snapped at him, "Hey, I'm not saying I'm better than you. I didn't even want to save the world, remember?" He leaned forward on the table and held out a finger, "There's only one thing I'm competitive in, and that's swimming."

He snorted at Skylar's liar comment, though. "That's funny. I don't have a great memory, but if I recall correctly, you said you wanted to work in PR for companies, specifically to cover up for them when they screw up, amirite? That's pretty much the closest you can get to professional lying, besides lawyers."

And then the blonde guy spoke...Harper's eyes widened and he laughed loudly. Guffawed, more like...he even clapped his hands. "Dude, I have a god-damned P-H-D in assholery," Harper finally answered, still giggling, "And I didn't need to go to college for it, let me tell you."

Before he could, Autumn interrupted, apparently wanting to diffuse the energy. Still, she had a point. "I bet you're right," he said, still grinning from the blonde's comment. "I don't know what you're talking about with the calm stuff, though. I'm calm as a cucumber. It's these guys who don't know how to take a joke."

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As soon as a dark haired young man stabbed the armored beast, everything changed. The world seemed to disintegrate into a white void, before that too was ducked in until there was darkness. Utter and complete darkness. Aria couldn't tell which way was up or down, or whether she was sitting or standing. Then an ethereal voice, which dripped with wisdom, narrated a story. It was one she hardly believed. They were supposed to go to this weird place called Aires. The weird girl with the blonde hair seemed to know what that place was. Then, she began to think, trying to make a decision. An argument erupted around her, the source of which was Harper, but she just ignored everything. Finally, she stepped into the yellow light and was whisked away.

Everything after that happened in a blur. Her and the others suddenly landed in a field. They were introduced to a fire headed person named Haru, who was the owner of the mysterious voice in the void. He somehow already knew their names, and listed their month and power. Fire? Aria looked down at her hands for a moment. Was she really capable of something like that? They were all taken to an attic, and she gingerly chose a bed as close to the back as she could. Next thing she knew, everyone was heading to the tavern. "Might as well... she thought.

Aria headed to the tavern and was met with a wall of noise as she stepped in. It was full of bustling people, all very lively in their chatter. She was used to this; it reminded her of New York. Aria didn't realize just how hungry she was until someone came over to their table to ask what they wanted. After ordering, she turned to examine the others. So they were a team, huh? One by one, people started to introduce themselves. It was started by the girl named Skylar. In no time, harsh words were being sent back and forth again. Great team they were. Aria let out a laugh at Kyle's comment. He had been pretty silent throughout the ordeal. It was amusing how quickly Harper could instigate arguments, he certainly had a gift for it.

“Let’s all just calm down, alright? I bet that after some food and rest we’ll all be happier.” Aria was glad Autumn was trying to calm them down. To change the subject, Aria decided to introduce herself too. "I'm Aria, and I've lived in New York my whole life. Oh, and I'm currently studying law at Columbia." She smiled meekly.

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Jason, turning red, was about to say something in response to explain why he kept getting lost in New York, but then the blond boy commented. It kind of took him off guard, so there was a split second where he completely froze, and could almost hear an audible switch in his mind and an unwanted visualization. Now he was really just trying to hold in his laugh. Harper's response to the blond almost pushed him over the edge, so he covered his face with his hand and pressed his other arm into his stomach, trying to get his composure back. Even after one of the girls spoke about calming down and getting food and rest, he was still struggling to hold it in, but recovered... sort of, and let out a breath.

"Rest. Yeah. Rest would be good."

Jason, feeling way more carefree, still not fully recovered, smiled when he heard another girl introduce herself as Aria, "Hey. Kind'a like Arya from those Eragon books, huh? Definitely an awesome name. Mine's kind'a boring, but," he shrugged, "eh, who cares?" There were suddenly lots of questions he wanted to ask people on his hype, but they were too muddled in his mind to get one out verbally, so he shook his head, leaning back into the chair.

Suddenly remembering something Haru mentioned, asked, "Did Haru say one of you had a talent for reading tarot cards? How does that work?" He'd always been curious about that, but never enough to look into it for himself.

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Autumn paused for a moment. "Yeah... How did you know that, anyways?" Autumn asked the man.

"Well, they're obviously meant to explain the past the present and the future." Autumn explained gleefully. "The cards are supposed to be a guide, telling you what you can expect in the future and how to get there. Or avoid something bad. It's not certain that it'll come to pass, because people will do things that change the future. Kinda like those movies. Now, there's the major arcana and the minor arcana. Well, I could actually go on about this for hours. That would probably be boring." She paused, thinking of how to condense the information.

She pulled out the cards, shuffling through them as it dawned on her that Jason (or anybody else for that matter) probably didn't want to hear anything more than a few sentences. Placing a few cards on the table, she explained the basics behind each one. "This," She pointed to a card featuring a sun. "Is a major arcana card. It's one of the big guys, super powerful. They're broad, but should never be overlooked."

The next card featured a person holding two swords, a blindfold covering their eyes. "This here is minor arcana. It has more specific meanings. This one is the Two of Swords. There's four minor arcana sets. Kind of like in modern day playing cards. In fact, Tarot is where they came from! There's Cups, Swords, Pentacles, and Wands. Anything with one of those in it is minor arcana."

"Pentacles is all about wealth. Cups is about emotions. Wands have to do with the mind. Spirituality and creativity. They're also about work or school. Swords correspond with action. Destruction, sometimes." Her sentences grew shorter as she imagined the groups patience must have been. "They also have elements to go along with them. Pentacles is earth, Cups are water, Wands are fire, and Swords are air."

"Once you get the cards down then you work with placement. For a simple reading you can just lay out three cards, past present and future. There's always more complex ones, though." She shuffled the cards back in, hoping that no one was too bored. "I can do a reading if you want."

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“Not really, but nice try,” Skylar said simply, a shrug rolling off her shoulders. “Besides, if I recall correctly- which I do because I have a pretty good memory- you said that you dropped out of college after one semester,” She paused, a smirk tugging at her lips. “So, Mr. Twenty-Two Year Old, what are you doing with yourself? Because while I’m sure that you’re pretty damn proud of that PhD you’ve got in “assholery,” I don’t think there’s much you can do with it except for bother us all.”

Skylar silently thanked Jason as he changed the subject, feeling sympathetic towards the Southern boy. It’d taken her ages to find her way around New York City, compared to the wide open spaces in Florida it was like a completely different world.

She turned to face Autumn as she began explaining how tarot worked, the blonde sliding the cards out across the table. “That’s incredible!”

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As Jason listened to Autumn give a brief explanation of the tarot cards, it only made him more curious about them. He crossed his arms on the table as he nodded, agreeing with Skylar, saying, "Wow, that's really cool." He leaned forward a little, interest piqued, looking at each card's details as she layed them out, and watching as she took the cards back up and shuffled them.

"Are the readings actually accurate?" A small grin snaked its way onto his face as he sat back, putting his hands behind his head, "Because if they are, that'd be freak'n amazing!" The tarot cards in and of themselves sounded pretty interesting, after all, he knew a girl from high school who was pretty into this kind of stuff, though he hadn't understood why and she hadn't taken the liberty of explaining it. But if Autumn's readings were accurate then...

"A reading would be cool. Besides, we might discover someth'n about ourselves or each other, right?" He really hoped he didn't say something stupid right there, but, eh, doesn't matter.

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"You'd be surprised," Harper replied to Skylar's quip. She hadn't exactly called him stupid, so he had no reason to be offended. Besides, the beer finally arrived.

He downed the entire thing (a bit strong, but it reminded him of whiskey in taste...really creamy) in one go and watched Autumn display the tarot cards, not entirely disinterested. The cards, at the very least, had interesting designs on them. He wondered if one could play poker with them. Or gin. Speaking of gin...

As if on cue, Haru explained how to order food. Almost immediately, Harper leaned back again, scanning. When he saw a pretty barmaid he called her over with a wave, flashing his best smile. "Hey, I'm new here," he said when she came over, "What do you recommend?"

Her words were accented, and he wasn't entirely sure what she said, but he continued grinning and nodded his head. "Great, I'll have that then. Oh, and can I get another one of these?" he pointed to his empty tankard. "Thanks."

The barmaid left and he sat forward again in time to hear talks of doing a reading. While he wasn't a particularly future-thinking man, he supposed a reading could be interesting. After all, if he got something like 'dies in seven days' he'd know to go all out in the carpe diem department.

"Do one for me!" Harper exclaimed, still smiling. He leaned forward, elbows on the wood. His ears felt warm, but other than that the alcohol wasn't taking much effect yet.

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Haru rolled his eyes as Harper deliberately ordered another beer despite his advice. He didn’t care if he got something else but that house beer, that just wasn’t for him. Or any of the earthlings for that matter. But he wasn't going to take it away.

“That for me, man?” He hummed as he sat back in his chair and chewed on an unlit cigar. Honestly all of them were kind of idiots. Skylar didn’t have to call them stupid directly to see that. But he wasn't going to say anything, at least until it was time to get to business. If anything, his off hands approach was a good way of seeing what was wrong with them all.

Tallyho slid her way through a crowd of burly men who hovered over a table of gold and liquor.

Two men were seated face to face. One was very rough-looking—thick red beard, a wart under his right eye, broad, thick freckled shoulders, and a body just as large and strong. But his face seemed troubled. He looked ill, and he hissed as the man before him gulped down his last shot.

The other was a little lankier, but he was breaded for sure, and perhaps even a little older than the man he faced. One of his eyes were blue from blindness while the other was slightly crooked. As he finished his last shot, she wiped his beard, and spooned all of the gold from the redhead’s side, to his own. The crowd erupted into cheers and grunts.

“What are you playing? I want to play,” Tallyho said bluntly. She never considered herself a dainty person, but compared to the gruff voices of the barmen, and their hard stares when she announced her desire to play, she certainly fit the part. She tried to reestablish her poker face.

“You?” The redhead man burst into a gravelly chuckle, “You ain’t nothing but a little daisy!”

Another man chimed in, “yeah, you here with yer papa? Yer man?”

“He certainly ain’t doin’ a good job of keepin’ her in place, whoever he is,” the black bearded man huffed.

They erupted with laughter.

Tallyho’s face flushed scarlet with anger. She hated these bar types—loved the bars—but hated the sounds and smells of drunk men when she had to deal with them first hand.

As they laughed she balled up her fist and slammed it against the table. The glasses shook and the room grew quiet—but in an amused way. Some even began to chime into the silence with a patronizing, “oooooooooh”.

“I ain’t got no Pa and I aint got no man—so let me play,” she said. Her voice was firm.

The redhead man closed his eyes, raised his brows and held up his palms, “alrighty! Go on, play. But don’t expect noneofus’ to be kind to ye and get yer caretaker after yer wasted.”

As he moved away from the seat, Tallyho sat down, and struggled to scoot her seat up to the table. A few men whispered crass jokes. But the blonde focused on the black bearded man, whose face was relaxed.

“He used to be the drunkard,” he whispered loudly, “that is before he built up such a tolerance.”

Tallyho waved him off. The barmaid came around and cleared the table, replacing them with fresh rounds of shots for each competitor.

Tallyho eyed the gold on his side of the table. She was ready.

Haru took note of the situation. He was disturbed by two things, one that Tallyho was currently the most likely to get into a bar fight, and two, that the others probably didn't even notice, or care, that their comrade left the group.
He was also a little depressed by the group's tendency to fight, Harper's role as an attention whore, and some of their overly optimistic attitudes. It wasn't like Aires was a game....

He chuckled.

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Autumn gave a gleeful smile. She couldn't do a reading for herself, seeing as she had done one earlier that day, but doing readings for others would not only satisfy her desire to help but it would also give useful information on the situation.

"Alright, I'll do some readings. It'll be a basic spread, three cards. Past, present, and future. Hopefully we gain some insight!" She flagged down a barmaid, ordering some bread and finally getting her beer. Cracking her knuckles dramatically, though they didn't make a sound, she shuffled the deck.

Tallyho left the table, leaving Autumn to wonder if she really had rambled on for too long. She cast a worried glance towards the other girl, but decided not to say anything. Tallyho was from here. She probably knew what she was doing. Or this was just her idea of fun.

“Alright.” She said, laying out three cards face down. “Jason first, since he asked first. This is a simple three card deck. Past, present, and future. Let’s see what we get, huh?”

She flipped over the first card. It featured a young man steering a small boat where six swords stood upright. “This is the past card. So, this has already happened.” Autumn explained. “Six of Swords. This normally means you’ve traveled lately, but it’s probably not a holiday. Maybe you had to get out of a bad situation?”

The next card revealed itself. A young man stood lightly on a Cliffside, seemingly unaware that he could fall. “A major arcana card for the present. This is The Fool. Keeping up with this travel trend, this probably is talking about the world we’re in right now. This card is about new beginnings. Though, I guess that’s pretty obvious. There’s choices to be made, and leaps of faith you should take.”

The final card was much less pleasant. Autumn frowned. The card was decorated with people falling out of a burning tower, the crown on the top falling off due to being struck by lightning. “Well, this is another major arcana. This one is The Tower. It’s a little
 dark. Um
 I haven’t really done a reading where this card shows up before. But, basically, it means that there’ll be struggles. Uh, a bit of destruction possibly. Maybe some conflict.”

“All in all, there’s a lot of travel in here. It’s to be expected, I guess. But I really don’t like the look of that tower. You need to be careful. We don’t want that card happening. So, all in all, stay safe. I’m sure it can be avoided.” She really wasn’t.

“Alright, Harper is up next.” She shuffled the cards once more, quickly abandoning the previous reading. She really didn’t want to think about it.

The first card of the trio showed a man surrounded by his family and his dogs. Ten pentacles overlayed the picture. The picture itself was upside down. “Past card. Ten of Pentacles. Normally, this means pretty good finances. Since it’s reversed, though, my guess is that you’ve had to deal with some money problems. Maybe family issues as well?”

The present card featured a young man, grinning over the defeat of his enemies who were walking away solemnly. He held three swords, and two were laying at his feet. “So many swords today
” Autumn commented. “Anyways, present card is the Five of Swords. It’s kind of a tricky card.” Tricky in that it meant she might insult him. “Sometimes it can mean conquest and victory, but it can also mean aggression and hostility. It’s sort of a negative win. Like, you technically won, but it’s not all that honorable or good. So, depending on the next card, it could be good or bad.”

She flipped the last card. “Alright, here’s your future.” On it, an armor clad skeleton rode on a horse. It waved a black flag embroidered with a rose, trampling over people without a second thought. “This one is Death. Not literally, I’m not saying you’re going to die. Death is a change card. Like, new beginnings. It’s just not that pleasant of a change. It’s still a pretty positive card, though, all things considered. Based on the previous card, it probably means you’ll change your actions. I’d try not to avoid this card. It might be hard, but it’ll lead to a good outcome.”

Autumn shuffled the deck once more before laying the stack of cards on the table. Just in case anyone else wanted a reading. “It’s funny really, you’d think that Death would be the worst card of the lot. It’s really not. The Devil, now that’s a card to be wary of.”

“So, to put it simply, Jason needs to be careful. Actually, I think we all do. Since we’re a group, The Tower might affect us all. And Harper needs, is, going to change.” She smiled. “So, what do you think? Accurate? Helpful?” God, she hoped so.

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Harper watched passively as she did Jason's. He didn't believe in this sort of stuff (in fact, he didn't really believe in anything spiritual), but it was still kind of cool. The pictures in particular were the most interesting part.

He only commented once during Jason's ("Haha, you got the fool") and then once again after ("Wasn't there a movie called "The Tower"? It was like the first big disaster movie or something") but was overall fairly civil. He leaned forward when it was his turn, smiling expectantly.

Had anyone been playing particularly close attention to his face, they might have noticed the furrowing of his eyebrows as the first card was flipped and explained, as well as a slight frown of his lips. However, none of these changes lasted very long, as Harper quickly dismissed the first card as coincidence. Besides, he wasn't struggling that badly with money. Although if he was stuck here for too long, that might be a different story.

The next card just confused him. Harper didn't care much about honor, but how could winning not be good for you? Then again, his dad had won many cases as a lawyer, and not all of them were morally good wins, either.

The future card looked the most badass. He almost laughed when she said it was Death, considering the Ring joke he had made to himself. When she explained it though, he hmmphed out of interest.

He leaned back when Autumn reshuffled the cards. "The first card was pretty close," Harper answered, "The second one confused me and the third one...well, everyone changes, whether they like it or not." His second beer arrived and he took a drink.

"To be honest, I don't really believe in anything like that," he said, putting down his mug, "It seems like something my sister would be into, though. She used to be really big in those...oh, what are they called," he mimicked opening and closing something with his thumbs and index fingers, "You fold them out of paper and you have to pick a color and a number and they spell it out to say your fortune or something like that..."

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Autumn took a small sip of her beer, pushing the cards away just in case it left moisture on the table when she put it down. Perhaps she should have put them away? She didn't think that anyone else wanted a reading. "Well," She explained. "The Five of Swords is kinda about personal victories. Like, arguments." She really didn't want to touch this subject, in fear of another fight breaking out. Still, she felt like she owed Harper a more detailed explanation.

"So what it means is that you're possibly pretty aggressive, in words or actions. Maybe both. And it's not really a good thing. Like, someone who has this card in their present might think that they're winning arguments or that their actions are putting them on top, but it's really just not that good for them in the long run." She took another sip. It was actually pretty good for beer. "No offense or anything. I mean, these cards aren't absolute." Since nobody seemed to want a reading at the moment, she put the cards back in their case and away in her purse. It's not like she couldn't just pull them out if someone wanted a reading.

"Oh yeah, those things!" Autumn smiled warmly, recalling memories of elementary school. "What were they, finger catchers or something?" She laughed. "I admit, the cards do seem a little silly. Truth it I first started using them in middle school just to freak people out. You know, the whole teenager against the world phase. Then things starting lining up and it's like, woah. Used them ever since. The cards aren't absolute, though. They aren't meant to say that you're going to do something really specific and it will happen no matter what. They're more like guidelines. Hints about what could come to pass. It's up to you to decide what to do with that information."

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Aria looked up at Jason as he began to speak. "Hey. Kind'a like Arya from those Eragon books, huh? Definitely an awesome name. Mine's kind'a boring, but," he shrugged, "eh, who cares?" Aria gave him a broad smile as he mentioned Eragon. "I'd be lucky to be anything like Arya, but I guess with this so called power I have, I come a little close." Then Jason inquired about tarot cards, and Autumn happily explained about them. Aria looked with intrigue as she pointed at each individual card, explaining its meaning and significance. The cards were strangely beautiful with their intricate illustrations.

Just then, Haru interjected with some advice. “Oh, on Aires, the barmaids don’t necessarily wait on customers in the way that you would imagine. You must alert them. In these parts it’s considered rude to assume yourself on others and interrupt their meals. I haven’t been on earth in so long; I nearly forgot your customs. Go on, call one over.” Aria then diverted her attention away from the cards to call over a bar maid and ordered something to eat, and a beer. As the bar maid left, she turned back to the demonstration.

One by one, Autumn flipped over three cards, explaining each one as she did so. The tower seemed bad, and she grimaced momentarily. Then, it was onto Harper's fortune. The second card that was flipped over seemed to fit, but the last one looked pretty scary. Once Autumn explained it, it didn't seem so bad. The bar maid returned with her beer, but her food was going to take a little longer. “So, to put it simply, Jason needs to be careful. Actually, I think we all do. Since we’re a group, The Tower might affect us all. And Harper needs, is, going to change.” It was pretty uneasy thinking about the tower affecting them all. "Let's just hope Harper changes for the better," she said before taking a sip of beer.

Harper chimed in with his opinions on his reading, and struggled to explain what the origami finger things were. Autumn offered up a guess. "What were they, finger catchers or something?" Aria snapped her fingers as she recalled those small contraptions; she used to make them all the time. "I always thought they were called fortune tellers." She took another sip and eyes Autumn's cards for a moment. "Do you think...you could do a reading for me?"

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Even though he didn't care for tarot cards, Kyle was glad for the change of attention and subject because he didn't know how much longer he could control his rapid-rising temper. He felt like he would explode any minute. Even though he already hated Harper and didn't want to hear it, Kyle was also relieved when the jackass and a number of others started laughing at him. He chuckled despite himself, thinking that Harper actually sounded like a donkey when laughing. "hee haw, hee haw."

When the beers arrived though, he turned serious, staring into the mug and spinning it around between his hands. He remembered Haru's threat, but since he was stressed out over today's events he debated whether it would help calm him down. The blond had never even had alcohol before, and it was strongly discouraged at home. He didn't know know how long they'd be here, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't be within a week, so his parents wouldn't know if he did try. Haru didn't seem to know he was only sixteen, even if the redhead knew everyone's names. That was a little creepy. If the guardian did know their names, he could know other things about them as well. Ugh! This was giving him a headache again. He reached up to rub his head, and then skidded the mug closer to the head of the table where Haru was. "You can have mine. I'm not feeling well."

Kyle then got up from his seat to substantiate that statement, but he froze for a second when the tavern suddenly went silent, only broken by that irritating elementary school tattletale noise. Seriously, weren't all these people older than him? Shouldn't they have outgrown that by now? Though, if Harper was any indication, maybe not. He groaned a little but sat down again asking the nearest barmaid for some water and corn stew, and the noise returned full force. Well, he was glad he didn't take that drink. Since, he really wasn't feeling well now he might get drunk from just one drink, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

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Harper shrugged at Autumn's further explanation. "Eh. I do a lot of things that end of biting me in the ass later," he said, taking another swig of his beer, "I'm more of a man of the present. Live in the moment, carpe diem. You know. Dead Poet's Society stuff."

Finger catchers sounded familiar, but Harper's food arrived at that moment. "Thanks!" he said, catching the eye of the barmaid--the same one who had taken his order, he noticed--and smiled again, sending a wink her way before turning back to his food.

He half-listened to Autumn as he surveyed his food. There was a lot of yellow, bread looking stuff, but when he tasted it he realized it was just like a corndog, without the meat. There was also a bowl with what looked like a chicken pot pie, but probably with some sort of twist. On the side were corn cobs and a different sort of bread, in a roll. Harper wasn't a picky eater, and he dug in.

"Mmf!" he grunted with a point when Aria mentioned fortune tellers, mouth full of the hot interior of the pot pie. He swallowed before speaking, "I think my sister called them something else, though...Finger catcher is really close. It's like.....something-catcher...fortune catcher? Augh, I don't remember." He turned back to his food, but continued talking (to no one in particular), table manners still intact,

"Anyways, my sister would make her's really detailed. Like, first you had to pick a number, and she'd count. And then you had to pick a color and she'd spell it. And then you had to pick another color, and she'd open the flap and make you pick top or bottom, and then make you pick one of three numbers and then she would read out the specific fortune she had written for that. She had like fifty different fortunes written in that thing and it was almost impossible to get the same one twice. Some of them actually happened, too. Like, you know how kids are all about bubble gum? She had written this one fortune saying 'the next thing you'll put in your mouth will be gum' and it worked on like ten different people."

He laughed at the memory, breaking apart one of the rolls. "She's a smart kid. She just got into LaGuardia High School, you know the one for the performing arts? It's one of those high schools you have to do an entrance exam for or some crazy shit like that. Really prestigious stuff. A lot of famous people went there. She plays cello, so that's how she got in." Which reminded him of that one guy who went missing...the one with all the tough attitude. Harper could have sworn he'd seen him before...maybe he went to the same school? He decided to ask him next time he saw him.

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“Alright, sure thing.” Autumn pulled out the cards again for Aria, shuffling them as Harper spoke. Her bread arrived, forcing her to lay out the cards much closer to her as the plate took up table space.

“Good for her.” Autumn replied to Harper. “Your sister sounds like a really cool person.”

“Alright, first card.” Just as she was about to flip the card over, the nearby drinking contest she had been trying to ignore turned into a full on bar fight. Haru was gone, tables were being flipped, and the whole scene was general chaos.

Now, she could handle drunk friends getting into their mom’s wine cooler, but this was a whole new level of crazy. She quickly put her cards away, trying to keep them out of harm’s way. She looked around for a way out helplessly, unsure of how to weave through the crowd to safety.

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As soon as the commotion started up, Harper didn't bother turning around. He'd been in enough bars, and bar fights, to recognize the growing noise, and immediately wolfed down the rest of his food, downing his second beer as well. He stood up and started jamming the more portable stuff--bread, rolls, and the corn cobs--into his pockets, wrapping them hastily in napkins first, but realized that one of his rolls was missing...he specifically remembered only eating one of the wheat rolls, out of three that had been provided, but he'd only put one in his pocket...where was the other--

Before he could accuse anyone, someone pushed into him from behind, shoving him hard against the wooden table. "HEY!" he shouted angrily, spinning around and shoving the person who had no doubt pushed him first, "WATCH it, ASSHOLE!"

The punch landed him back first on the table, dishes clattering. Familiar stars flashed behind his eyelids, and he could feel his cheek swelling, as well as some blood in his mouth.

Now he was really pissed. When his head stopped spinning he reared his legs towards him and kicked his assailant in the side, knocking him over. Jumping off the table, he grabbed his chair, rotated it so that he was holding the legs, and punched it at the guy's face when he tried to stand up, knocking him out for good.

Briefly he looked behind him, seeing quite a few of his supposed team members still sitting there. Autumn just looked flat-out terrified. He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh before shouting at them, "If you guys want out, then you better haul ass and make a conga line behind me quick, because I'm not gonna wait forever!"

Turning back around he hefted the chair in front of him and started plowing forward through the madness towards the back exit.

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Falke, who had always considered himself to be more of an observer, had situated himself in a seat near the end of the table throughout everything that was currently going on. He had managed to survive a trip down the stairs the second time that day – or night, he wasn’t very sure about the apparent time fluctuations here except that there seemed to be – and had followed one of the other members of his ‘team’ into the tavern that a boy said Haru had gone ahead to pay for a meal. Contrary to the others complaining how starving they were, Falke just really wasn’t – having had a large breakfast that morning was likely the main cause of it, but being on a alien world that he was considered an alien on, well, could have something to do with it too. And this old, old, old bar-like place didn’t at all seem like the quiet, polite restaurants of Earth that he’d usually gone too either, another check for not in the comfort zone. Plus the people to his right, well, er-


He listened to all they had to say truthfully, but in a sort-of distastefully reluctant kind of way. Really, this was all a wonderful way for the group of Earthlings and one Airian to become a ‘team’ with sassy comments galore and bitter accusations and general teen hissy fissy fighting. He attempted to mostly ignore those beside him at this point in time, even after they delved into more civil topics, including something about one of them having tarot cards and read a couple members futures or something of the ilk, because he was still really trying to stomach all this destiny crap being thrown at him and the loudest belch, clink of glassware, or guttural yell of the tavern’s background noises was a significantly disconcerting and legitimate distraction. He rested his cheek against the heel of a hand, fingers burrowed into his own hair causing some odd locks to stick up randomly in response, eyes blearily floating about aimlessly.

Someone had sat down briefly to the open chair to his left for a spare moment or too, he assumed ‘they’ being the girl that had stated she’d go wash up before coming over and because she smelled like a wet person usually did (cleaner than usual, though), before disappearing off somewhere no sooner than she’d sat down. It wasn’t surprising really, he’d leave too if more comfortable with knowing the way back the inn and if he’d stayed long enough at the table to be considered polite before he left. It didn’t take long for something different to catch his concerned, attempting to ignore the world as best he could, attention again however


Beer had arrived. Some of the group, more eagerly than most, took to it like a fish to water – Falke however was a little hesitant with his own glass. He’d drank before, often with his family at celebrations and the like. Alcohol wasn’t a stranger to him, but beer was well
 It either tasted like honey or feet, and he’d had more of the foot variety than the honey one sadly. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but it was better than nothing and he wasn’t even sure if they had water separate than the water the animals drank from so the beer would do just fine – he took a sip, wincing slightly but not wincing at the bitter taste but more of the foot taste, yea’ the foot variety, wonderful. It was just as he was setting it down, sudden silence filled the Tavern, lead by a clear unwavering demand and solid thump. Okay then? With laughter, and bets being made on what he assumed to be a drinking game, the normal tavern lit returned shortly, but left Falke curious as to what had happened to make it fall silent like that. No matter, it wasn’t any concern of his – he took another sip of beer, managing not to wince this time. With a couple sips of this stuff, he wouldn’t need to eat anything until morning – not because it was really filling, but he didn’t trust himself to eat anything else with it.

Crashing, banging, shouting – Bloody hell, a bar/tavern fight? His sightless eyes were wide, panicked and horrified at the same time, dancing between noise after noise after well
 Let’s just assume about everything in the place seemed to be breaking apparently, and chaos was running rampant everywhere. Falke shoved himself out of the chair, wobbling slightly as he fought for balance on half-asleep legs. Someone near the head of the table to his right, mentioned something about a conga line and following him for the exit - it sounded like the one everyone was exasperated with, the loud annoying fellow, but anyway... What on earth or er, Aires now he guessed in some dusty corner of his head, was a conga line and hauling ass - who would haul asses? Well, nevermind that now. He understood the following the other to get out of the mess before it got worse.

"C'mon," He hummed to the person still seated right beside him, still frozen from shock of being stuck in the middle of the situation they were now in. And by her voice earlier talking about the tarot cards, he assumed it was the same girl who had lead him through the golden portal to Aires earlier that day. She could likely see better than he had ever could and follow the other young man more effectively than he could, and he'd followed her once before - so, maybe, a drop of trust-ish, ish, sounded about right he guessed. He made the extra effort too enunciate his word's clearly over the horrific noises in the background, knowing his accent might as well made his voice seem like any other drunken brawling brute in the tavern - so she could hear what he had said easier, or so he hoped.

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Autumn had no qualms about getting out of there as soon as she could. She left the table, allowing the boy seated next to her to leave as well. There was something off about him. Maybe it was the accent, or maybe it was the way his eyes didn’t seem to focus quite right. Autumn furrowed her brow in confusion. Blind perhaps? “Over here.” She called out, just in case. She wasn’t about to touch him, not after his reaction in the portal. It wasn’t all that bad, but she certainly didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Following Harper, she was almost grateful for his attitude. She would never be able to plow through the scene like that. As soon as she was outside, she let out a sigh of relief. So, her first bar experience. Not really the best. It was then that she realized that she had forgotten her bread, thanks to her growling stomach. Well, maybe this would just mark day one of her diet. It wasn’t like she was going back in there to get it. Glancing around to make sure everyone was there, she frowned. “Wasn’t Tallyho at that drinking table?” What if she was still in there? Autumn hadn’t seen her slip out. And just where was Gwen?

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Aria smiled at a bar maid as she set down her food and left. She happily dug in, sating her ravenous hunger. She listened as Harper talked about his sister, and couldn't help but notice the hint of affection in his words. Autumn pulled her cards out once more, and Aria eagerly leaned forward. "Alright, first card." Just as Autumn was about to flip the first card, the bar was thrown into chaos, almost as if a switch was flipped.

The sound of tables crashing and plates shattering filled the air, overlapped by the gruff yells of men as they scuffled. "What the--" She saw Harper spring into actions and stuff his mouth and his pockets with food before before he was sent crashing into their table. He started yelling at the assaulter, before turning back to look at them sitting at the table. "If you guys want out, then you better haul ass and make a conga line behind me quick, because I'm not gonna wait forever!"

Aria got up out of her seat to follow Harper. As she passed their table, a large burly man pushed into her, and using all her strength, she pushed him off her. It was a struggle getting to the exit. Halfway there, Aria felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. She had accidentally been hit with something in all the confusion. Her head throbbed with a dull pain as she finally burst through the exit. She held a hand over the spot she was hit and winced.

By then, most of the guardians had made it out. She saw Kyle on the ground, and Haru standing close by looking confused. "Well...wasn't that... exciting?" she huffed between breaths. Her head was pounding, but the pain was bearable for now. Hopefully, it wouldn't form a bump. She did a once over of the people who got out and tilted her head slightly. "Hey guys, where's Jason?"

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“Ahh
 sh—“

Haru paced back and forth for a few seconds.

“Okay.. No Gwen, no Tallyho, Lillian’s got Dorian
 Kyle’s there, no Skylar, Harper, Aria, check, check. Jason? No Jason. Falke, yes. Autumn, yes. No Lux. Okay. I’m going to go back in there and get the others. Please, just stay right here. This bar fight definitely wasn’t a part of my plan.”

And with that, the cat guardian went through the door. Once inside, he squinted through the chaos to search for the missing warriors. He called their names multiple times in hopes of getting their attention.



Tallyho struggled to hold her bag.

“I think that they would be fine. As long as they listen to Haru,” she hummed.

When Gwen offered what Tallyho assumed to be an indirect request for her name, the blonde obliged.

“Tallyho Abel,” she said. She didn’t offer much else; instead she stared at the alley floor. Though she looked uncomfortable, she really wasn’t. The silence humbled the excitement of the night and pushed her into a reflective state.

“I’m not at fault if I won the money on a fair deal, am I?”

The question wasn’t so much for Gwen as it was for the moment. She did feel a little bad about her victory starting the fight. But she couldn’t tell if it was really all her fault or not.

Then Gwen asked a question about Eastwards.

“Eastwards? It’s sort of a rude saying,” Tallyho said as she drew circles in the dirt with her toes. “It refers to people out in the East, people from Nomansland, Eastern Isle, and Ira, you know?” she paused, “No
 you don’t know. I forgot.”

After a moment of silence she began to speak again.

“You look like you come from there, Eastern Isle I mean. They probably said that because of how you look. They don’t really know about Earth and Earth people.”

Tallyho dropped the bag before her own toes.

“Hey,” she said, “did you eat? I didn’t get to eat my soup cause of the game and the riot. All that beer I had is making me a little dizzy. I know a place that makes little sweets at late hours like this—lady’s nice—would you like to come?”

She picked the bag up again, “my treat.”

She didn’t really smile when she offered the invitation, but her voice certainly wasn’t as sharp as it had been for the past few hours. In fact, she was pretty exhausted.