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Gwenneth Yuan

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

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Name: Gwenneth Yuan

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Nationality: Though Gwenneth is Chinese by blood, she was born in America
and has lived in New York for most of her life.




Appearance: Gwenneth is petite, standing only at about five feet and four inches and weighing in at about a hundred pounds. She is thin from years of hard living, though her long limbs do possess a hint of muscular shape. She can often come across as stronger than she looks, her body type being rather thin and compact to begin with, but she would be easily overpowered in a test of sheer strength. She had distinct Asian heritage apparent by her dark hair, which falls an inch shy of her elbows and is naturally dead straight; her almond eyes, which are slanted up at the outer corners and a common shade of dark brown; the shape of her face, which has inclinations of once being quite round when she was younger, though is now sunken in slightly at the cheeks; and pale skin, which has just the right amount of melanin in it to make her skin rather pallid.

She owns only a couple of outfits, both of which consist of faded black or dirtied gray pieces. Her jeans are always black; she owns a gray hoodie and a black jacket. Other thinner clothing is usually layered to protect from the cold and to compensate for their rips and broken seams. She owns a pair of excellent, all-purpose boots, which are in the best condition of all her clothing. She wears her hair tied low at the base of her neck to keep it out of the way.

Personality: On the outside, Gwenneth is tough and a little bit dark. After growing up in a harsh environment, she learned that emotions are not to be abundantly displayed, and she has particularly good command of her fear. She does feel afraid, of course, but the extent to which it shows she can control with practiced effort. She tends to speak rather bluntly, usually to be purposefully acerbic.

Though she can be rather guarded during first encounters, Gwen’s more likable qualities tend to show through with time. Amiable by nature, she actually dislikes conflict and violence, though that doesn’t mean she can’t handle them. She is guided by strong morals, and as long as they are not contradicted, she is perfectly happy to cooperate and keep peace with others. Though at first she is not particularly friendly, her goal is never to create enemies.

Gwenneth has her insecurities, of course. The teenage identity crisis is no easier when living on the streets, and she often feels confused about her place in society and with the people around her. She generally thinks of these personal conflicts as her own problem, however, and doesn’t view them as something other people should get involved in.

Equipment: Gwenneth wears a tarnished silver snake amulet on a long cord along her neck. The snake is twisted around itself and its head is pointed downward. There is a garnet set into its eye, but since the piece is quiet dirty it is hard to see the gem. She wears it well out of sight. She also carries a couple small daggers on her person at all times.

Quirks: If she doesn't like someone, she will usually have that person refer to her as Gwenneth rather than Gwen.

So begins...

Gwenneth Yuan'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 raised his eyebrows at the southern kid's comment. "I am dealing with it," he said, and then grinned, "Right now I'm dealing with it by complaining. And in a few minutes I'll be dealing with it by eating, getting smashed, and hopefully getting laid, like the adult I am.

He leaned back some more, balancing on the two back legs of his chair and musing at the ceiling. "You know, they did some sort of study where if you complain and whine and bitch about all the bad stuff, it leaves your system and you end up more clear-headed on the inside."

He wasn't sure if this was true or not, but it sounded legitimate to him. "It's like burping," he explained further with a wave of his hand, "If you don't let it out, the gas inverts and you end up with the shits."

The southern kid introduced himself as Jason, and when he mentioned he was from Tennessee, Harper snapped his fingers and pointed in his direction with an excited "Called it!"

Harper grew more excited by the end of his intro, since he himself was involved in it. "Yeah, this guy asked me for directions," he said, "And, you know, I told him exactly where to go, but I guess he doesn't know his right from his left. You know, actually, it's hard to get lost in New York City, at least in the Manhattan part, because everything goes by numbers. Like, 32nd comes before 33rd and after 31st. It's great."

He snorted at Autumn's hopeful comment. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll do fine too, once we get our food and drinks," he said sarcastically, sitting forward with a heavy 'thud' from the chair, "But seriously, where's the food? Do we just order or do they bring it to us, or what?" He raised an eyebrow at Haru's direction.

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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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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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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Autumn Jones Character Portrait: Falke der Herrscher Character Portrait: Gwenneth Yuan
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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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By this point, Gwen was watching everyone around her with a heightened level of distaste. The men at a table across from them were making obscene gestures, some of which Gwen recognized and some she didn't, and jesting lewdly at any barmaid who was unfortunate to wander too close. Disgusting. Even the members of her own group suddenly seemed so petty. Harper was right. They really were so young. Gwen sincerely hoped that they had a couple years before anyone expected them to do anything useful--if that story was actually true.

That Harper fellow was an interesting character. Gwen watched him sidelong, more judgmentally than curiously. He was a sort of personality she had encountered before. Despite what anyone else thought, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was the kind of person who thrived in the spotlight. Gwen could tell from his body language, the way he was always conscious of the eyes upon him. It was like an act, with a gleeful Harper in the lead. Some people were just meant to be onstage.

When Haru finally told them how to order, Gwen huffed a little but wasted no time in ordering food. She had some difficulty getting a barmaid's attention, and the woman gave her a slightly strange look when she finally deigned to come over. Gwen ordered both an entire loaf of wheat bread and one of cornbread, along with "a lot of cheese." If someone else was paying, Gwen was giving no fucks about how much her order cost.

It wasn't until the entire bar fell silent for a moment that Gwen noticed that the Aires girl had left the table. Gwen turned slightly to see what the blonde had gotten herself into. The situation looked a little precarious to Gwen, and from appearances alone she could understand why the people at the table were mocking the young woman. Gwen hoped the blonde knew what she was doing, because there was no way she was going to get involved in that shit. Though, from what she'd seen of the Aires native, the girl could probably handle herself. She had a head on her shoulders, that was for sure.

Gwen turned around again, crossing her arms tighter and keeping to herself as the noise in the bar rose. She could tell it was coming from the table where the drinking game was happening, but Gwen had no interest in getting involved. Gwen didn't scrape other people's shit off the floor, as a general principle.

The barmaid finally delivered her food. It was better than she had expected; the bread was fresh and steaming, the crust hard and brown. And there was a lot of cheese. Well, she was wasting no more time in this awful place. She had no napkins to wrap the food in, so she straight up threw the food in her bag. She drew the drawstrings closed with a sharp movement and stood, quickly exiting the table despite the growing commotion.

Before Gwen had reached the door, however, a heavy hand latched onto her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Roughly, the hand turned her to face a heavy-set man easily a foot taller than herself. His dark beard was neatly trimmed, but he was clearly intoxicated--unfortunately not enough to keep him from walking, it seemed.

"Whassa young woman like you doing hereabouts?" he asked, pulling Gwen a little closer to him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Behind him, she could see that at least two other men hovering behind him threateningly.

"I'm just passing through." Gwen gave her neutral response, though her hopes of diffusing the situation were not high. "I don't want any trouble. I was just leaving."

"No trouble, you say?" The other men moved in closer, just a step. "Because I coulda sworn I saw you sneaking a little summat into yer bag back there."

"It's covered. I'm with someone." Gwen breathed deep to kept calm. Outwardly, she was stoic, but her heartbeat was racing.

"With someone? They ain't doing a very good job of reigning you in, ain't they?" He snickered. "Here's the deal. Tell me who your husband is and I'll hand you back with no trouble. Got it?"

What, husband? How dare they. Gwen didn't speak for a moment in surprise. She should have expected this. After noticing the other cultural differences, she should have been more careful...

"Eastward bitch doesn't understand what you're saying," grunted one of the men further back.

"I'm on my own," Gwen stammered out. "Like I said, I'm just passing through. I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes."

"Like hell you are," the bearded man spat into her face. "Lying thief. Boys, wanna teach this Eastwarder what happens to thieves in our country?"

Feeling the man's grip tighten on her shoulder, Gwen immediately tried to dash away. But the man's grip was too strong and he threw her into a table. Before she had a chance to catch herself and regain her balance, he grabbed her from behind and hauled her away from the table's startled occupants.

Gwen could see the other two men approaching, so she acted fast. Throwing all her weight downward, she thrust her heel into the man's foot, hard, on top of the little toes where it would hurt most. It only worked because he was wearing shoddy shoes. The man yelped and staggered backward a little, relinquishing his grip just enough that Gwen could pry one arm free. From there he was an open target. His nose was just at the right height to connect with Gwen's elbow.

Blood dripped from a broken nose as Gwen dropped to the floor and scrambled away. If she could make it out of here with such little injury, this would be an unprecedented victory. As she approached the door, she remembered that the man had had backup and gave her environment a wild-eyed glance-over. It seemed that another, more global bar fight had broken out besides the mess she had gotten into. Gwen was glad for the distraction. It would allow her to escape.

An errant punch grazed Gwen's face a little, but she plowed ahead with the other people attempting to escape the madness. The door was just in reach.... Finally, she broke out into the open air. It was dark out, and the people spilling from the tavern disappeared into the darkness as they went their separate ways. Gwen did likewise and made a dash for somewhere dark and isolated. That wasn't hard, seeing as there were a lot of dark places when streetlights didn't exist yet.

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As soon as he heard the back door slam open, he put is cigar out and whipped around to see who was making the commotion. First came Kyle who was falling all over himself, stumbling out of the tavern like an elk that had been shot.

He furrowed his brows and made his way over to him, but just as he approached, Harper plowed through the exit, and that was just enough for Haru to know for sure that shit was going down.

“What the hell happened?” He asked as he made a step towards the door. A look of confusion and irritation washed over his face.

Tallyho never really returned to the inn. Instead she was crouched down in a nearby alley, the weight of her earnings firmly pressing down against her toes. She made a slight gasp as a shadowy figure approached, and took cover behind a protrusion on the side of a building. Tallyho and watched with caution as the figure approached.

She knew that it wasn’t one of the men from the bar, that’s for sure. Not with a willowy figure like that—though it was like looking in a mirror since Tallyho was of the same build. She recognized the girl as one of the warriors, so she moved away from her hiding place and approached.

“Hey
 You
. Gwen?” The Airian hummed. “Are those other people coming out here too?” she asked.

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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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Gwen moved carefully into the shadow realms between buildings, unsure of what to expect and momentarily blinded in the sudden darkness. She was hit by the subtle but unmistakable of urine and feces. It had never occurred to her how gross it would be to live in this time period. These people probably didn't know about germs and sanitation yet, huh? Not that being clean had been high on Gwen's priority list these past few days. Still, there was a high risk of disease in this environment. She made a firm resolution to not drink anything that hadn't been thoroughly boiled first. Also not to touch anything. Or get anyone's blood on her. The last one was a little late, seeing as she had just been in a bar fight.

She started when a figure emerged from behind a building, unable to make out who it was. Once the person spoke, addressing Gwen, she realized it must have been another of the teens from their group. Further squinting in the darkness determined that it was the Airian native. The hair was kind of unmistakable, even in the dark.

"Everyone was fighting when I left," she replied, motioning vaguely behind her. Looking back, she realized the tavern was out of sight. "I don't know what happened to... the others."

Suddenly she felt a little bad. But she'd had her own problems. Her choice of action had been completely reasonable. They probably made it out. They weren't completely helpless. Well... maybe some of them were.

"I'm gonna just..." Gwen trailed off, motioning that she was coming around to where the blonde had been hiding. She would prefer not to be standing out in the open, not with how aggressive the men had been back at the tavern. She wasn't sure if they would come after her on the pretense of her thievery.

"Sorry, I don't think I remember your name," Gwen said, now situated behind the building with the Airian. Actually, she was somewhat glad to have run into this teen out of all the others. Gwen hadn't realized what a dangerous place the world could be when you were completely oblivious to the culture. Gwen and the other non-natives were like children; someone would have to hold their hands and show them where the potty was. Someone would also have to show them the ropes to keep them from stepping on too many toes.

On a more serious note, Gwen had exactly no idea why she had been antagonized back at the tavern, other than that the men had thought she had been stealing. But she had picked up on a certain offense that she hadn't understood. "What the fuck does it mean to be 'Eastward' anyway?" she asked the other girl.

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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.

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"Why trust Haru?" Gwen mused quietly. "He's supposed to be your guardian, after all, and I didn't see him helping you out back there."

Gwen clasped her hands tightly as Tallyho explained the term 'Eastward.' So it was a race issue. Gwen could have guessed as much. This made matters a little more complicated. She would have to take some extra precautions until she learned the rules of this game. However, there was absolutely no way she was about to start relying on men to ensure her safety in public.

"It seems our worlds have similar race distinctions," she said to the Airian. "The place that I come from is a little more... global, though. I've never been harassed about the way I look before."

When Tallyho suggested going somewhere to get food, Gwen hesitated. She was torn between the promise of free food--an offer she hated to refuse--and the uncertain consequences of wandering blindly back into a unfamiliar society. Would it be dangerous? Her very presence might arouse suspicion, getting not only her both Tallyho in trouble as well...

Still on edge from her encounter in the tavern, Gwen could only think of negative consequences. She imagined groups of pirates ganging up on her, binding her in chains and selling her to the highest bidder...

"I don't know if that's such a wise idea tonight," said Gwen, continuing to wring her hands. "I'd rather stay out of sight for a while."

A small noise, probably just the movement of an animal, sounded nearby. Gwen jumped noticeably, but she was quick to regain her composure.

"I think I'll head back to the inn soon, once the coast is clear. If you want, I can share some of my food with you." Gwen's eyes glistened in the darkness, a small flare of light against her dark irises. "Though, you'd better pay me back."

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Haru didn’t get much of a chance to go in and help the three warriors he managed to catch in the skirmish. In fact, the other two, Gwen and Tallyho, weren’t even in the room. He groaned, the idea of having to go look for two teen-aged girls in the middle of the night after a bar fight was one of the least attractive idea’s he could fathom at the moment.

The setup kind of reminded him of those Lifetime Network movies he watched when he took brief trips to earth. Nonetheless, he was impressed with the Jason boy and his hands-on attempt at saving his comrade. While Harper had given the other’s a heads up, his approach wasn’t nearly as potent to the cat guardian just because the “I don’t care about any of you” front he put up since the cyclopean attack hadn’t really washed off.

Seeing Jason, Skylar and Lux plowing towards the door, he did the next best thing he could do to help, and held it open for them. Once they were all out, he gave a heavy sigh and made a slow pace around the side of the building, gesturing for the group to follow.

“Well it looks like they aren’t in there,” he huffed, “follow me and let’s get you guys set up back at the inn. Considering some of your conditions
 I don’t think you should be out any longer. I’ll go find Gwen and Tallyho.”


Tallyho considered what Gwen said, but she gave a shrug.

“Well what should I expect from him? Yes he is my guardian, but he is also the only guardian here
 So I guess he’s you guy’s guardian too. One soul saved above eleven doesn’t seem like a fair trade. I think he’s just focused on the group as a whole.”

She noticed a change in Gwen’s body language as she reacted to the eastward comment.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, Solace isn’t a very global place. I mean
 They confine the native Solacians to conservation camps. The law puts a heavy hand on nomadic caravans, too. There are nicer places than this big corn field if you ask me.”

The blonde hoisted her bag over her shoulder.

“I mean
”

Tallyho really wanted food.

“I guess we could go back... But I don’t know. I’m not big on being in debt to others. Anyway, I’ll walk you back if you’re scared. People in Tabbard don’t generally pick at me outside of the taverns,” she hummed as she rolled her eyes at the buildings beyond the alley.

“Come on, let’s go to the inn,” her words were both sharp and blunt at once. She didn’t pause to secure Gwen’s approval to leave. The blonde figured that she would follow if she really wanted to go back.

Tallyho was only five steps out of the alley when she caught sight of Haru emerging from the side of the bar, and he definitely saw her.

Tallyho glanced back at Gwen.

“That was easy right?”



Upon entering the inn, Haru sent the group upstairs before proceeding to ask the desk girl for gauze. Tallyho hiked up the flight, and then dropped her bag of money before her little bed in the corner. Another day was under her belt. It wasn’t the easiest, but she definitely reaped some benefits. But, looking at some of the others, it didn’t seem like they got what they wanted.

She supposed she did feel a little bad. Sure some of them treated her a little rudely back on earth, and sure she got herself chased by the cyclopean to save them and received absolutely no thanks, but when her misfortunes were weighed against those of her “teammates”, well things just didn’t look to good for them.

The portal to Aires—the one that they were all forced into—led her home, while it led the others to a strange new world. The bar fight left her with a little money, while it left the others with bruises. The inn was a major improvement to where she had been sleeping before, but for the others it was a severe downgrade, a place devoid of family.



Moments later, the thumps of Haru’s fine, metal-soled shoes could be heard from below. The cat guardian rose through the door on the floor with a roll of gauze clenched in his fist.

“If you have an open cut, wrap it up,” he began as he paced the room, “Harper, put some gauze in your mouth for that tooth.” He tossed the roll to him first before sitting down on the foot of a bed. He chose a bed near the center, one that was a prime location for speaking to everyone around him.

“If I’m sitting on your bed,” he said, “I’m not going to sleep in it. I’ll get up in a minute. But I want to have a little talk with you guys. You have all been chosen. It was destiny, and there is no way to get out of it. You are the Month Warriors, you were always the Month Warriors, and you will always be the Month Warriors. I am a guardian, this was my destiny. I don’t want to be here anymore than you do, so understand that. But I am here to protect you and help you get the job done. So don’t resist me.”

He readjusted his position to a more relaxed informal pose.

“There, now that we’re past the magic shit, the prophesy crap, and all of the fancy little bells and whistles, let’s get real. Let’s talk about survival. When shit goes down, you need to be there to help each other. I don’t care if you were just punched, cursed , and spit on by your fellow warrior, if they are in immediate danger, you had better do what you can to save their asses. My biggest concern with this group is your lack of cooperation with each other. Shall I run through the problems of the night? The little tarot card thing was cute, but it was definitely overshadowed by you guy’s tendency to rag on each other and argue. Two. There is no doubt in my mind that a lot of you saw Tallyho get up and leave the table. When you see your teammate go off alone in an unsafe environment, the first thing any of you should do is try to go with them.”

The redhead then got a long, hard look at Tallyho.

“You. I don’t know what you did with your life yesterday. But today, you are in my fucking care, so you don’t can’t reckless. Because of your little drinking stunt, your teammates got their faces smashed in. You all might be eighteen or well above, but with me, you’re kids. How old am I? Like
 One thousand and three? Hell, I don’t know, I’m immortal. But my point is, don’t screw with gambling because you aren’t an adult, and all those men had to do tonight was slit your pretty little throat and you’d be down. But you know that, don’t you? By the way, you’re not going to get everyone beat up then keep your gambling money. Tomorrow, we are going to Malboro to get you guys some new clothes and equipment and I was going to pay for it all. But now you’re going to help me out and make a nice donation. “

The redhead stood up, and walked towards Tallyho’s bed before picking up her bag. The girl made a lunge for him but the stillness of his glare kept her seated.

“Now, I’m not going to leave you all with a cloud over your heads. I’d like to commend those of you who promoted civil social interaction at the table. And Jason, good job on helping Lux. Falke, thank you for helping Autumn. Now, if you need me, I’ll be on the second floor. My room is the one right next to the stairway. Good night and heed my warning. Tomorrow it’s all business.”

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Harper had carried the chair all the way up to the attic, and had just put it down when Haru tossed what looked like gauze to him. Oh, it is gauze... he thought as he unraveled a piece, Wait, they have gauze here?

As Haru talked some nonsense about destiny (another thing Harper didn't believe in) while sitting on what might actually be his bed, he handed the gauze to the person next to him, motioning for them to 'pass it around' to whoever else needed it, and then stuffed the gauze in the hole where his tooth used to be, closing his mouth and biting down to keep it in place.

He rolled his eyes when Haru started criticizing them, leaning against the back of the chair. He didn't even notice Tallyho had left. Frankly, he didn't care all that much either. He knew he wouldn't want anyone following him all over the place if he decided to leave a group. Finding out that it was actually Tallyho, however, that set off the bar fight soured his opinion, but, then again, he wouldn't have this chair otherwise.

He rolled his eyes once more at the kids comment. He wondered, if they were all in their 30s, would he continue to talk to them so demeaningly? Maybe everyone else here was a kid, but Harper was definitely an adult. Even if he might act otherwise.

When Harper realized he hadn't been included with the others for helping, he almost opened his mouth in protest. Feeling the gauze start to slip prompted him to keep his mouth shut, and he snorted instead. No mention for him helping out three other people get out of the bar? He narrowed his eyes as Haru walked out, and picked up his chair to place it next to the head of his bed as a nightstand. Well, then. It wasn't like he had done that for Haru's approval anyways. And it wasn't his fault not all of them could follow behind him. Besides, he had only done it so that they would frickin' yell at him about it the next day.

Whatever. He shrugged, and then winced from the pain coming out of his cheek. Did they have any ice here? Or maybe cold water? He left the room, heading downstairs and pulling out the gauze as he reached the desk. The girl seemed sympathetic, but ice apparently wasn't in season for everybody else. Cold water was a yes, though, since it was night and the well water was bound to be chilled. After being instructed to where the washroom and well was, and given an extra bucket, Harper thanked the girl with a closed smile and headed outside, replacing the gauze upside down.

True to the desk girl's word, the water was very cold. Frigid almost. He only took two trips, not intending to take a bath himself. Taking the towel from the washroom, he wetted it with the icy water and pressed it against his cheek. He winced, but immediately relaxed, enjoying the cold sensation against his hot skin. He redrenched the towel whenever the heat in his skin returned, and continued this procedure until it was finally numb with cold.

He sat in the washroom, contemplative as he wrung the towel. Tomorrow, Haru had mentioned they would get clothes...yet Harper had a feeling they would be on the road a lot. His own shirt smelled of food from when he had collided onto the table. They really should have given us a warning or something, he thought as he pulled off his shirt and dunked it into the cold water, Give us some time to pack a fucking suitcase. At this thought he undressed entirely, adding the Speedo he wore as underwear to the tub before pulling his jeans back on. His pants had been washed a couple days ago, and the material itself could last a while without needing washing. He'd need to find a safe place to put all the food, though. He didn't know if rats was a problem here.

He hummed to himself as he hand-washed his clothes, a task that reminded him of Boston-home (although there he had used a sink). Time toooooo say Goooodbyeeee~ he sang mentally along with the tune as he scrubbed the beer stains from the back of his shirt.

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Harper laughed at Skylar's comment. "Yeah, I heard that too," he said, "That's why I tried to avoid it. Preventative measures and all."

He nodded at her when she left, wringing the water out of his Speedo. He hmphed a bit at her last words though. Harper himself was a big night owl. He'd often stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning, sometimes later, tinkering or carving or catching a movie marathon or all three. He himself didn't feel that tired right now...although he didn't have an inkling for what time it actually was.

Slinging his damp clothes over his bare shoulder, he returned to the attic, not noticing Tallyho at the end of a corner. Many were getting ready to sleep, if not already asleep. Whistling--although not too obnoxiously--he flipped his chair over to hang his clothes on. His other clothes were still on his bed, and as he pulled them off he felt something hard in one of his pockets that was definitely not phone shaped. He pulled out the knife from before, and with a slight punctuation in his whistle, started carving a small chunk of wood from each of the legs.

Climbing onto his mattress--the straw itched at his bare skin, but it wasn't the worst...it sure beat a bathtub--he started whittling away at one of the pieces with the small knife, using the moonlight to see.

By the time he finally fell asleep the moon had started to descend. Peppered across Harper's lap were three small birds carved roughly out of the wood. Splinters and small nicks covered Harper's thumbs, and the little knife responsible was clutched loosely in one of his limp hands, an unfinished fourth bird resting against the palm of his other hand.

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(OOC: I was actually writing this post when all of the characters who were actively speaking went to bed. XD Jason and Lux can wrap their convo up, but I’mma go ahead and post this.)

Haru wasn’t kidding when he said that he meant business the next day. It was six in the morning when he could be heard barreling up to their room. He didn’t intend on waking them gracefully either.

“Up! Come on, wake up. We need to get to the next town by noon! The stables are open, we are buying a pack of horses and moving on to Malboro.” His voice was powerful and unwavering. He spoke about as fast as an auction host. He made his way through the rows, nudging each warrior who hadn’t bolted upwards from his entrance.

“We’re going to handle the first piece of Month warrior business,” he hummed. “Years ago, each of the original warriors had a special weapon. Weapons that was were crafted by some of the best damn blacksmiths Aires had ever seen. I’ve spent years collecting these babies, and I sort of wish that you all would have come along about two hundred years ago when I got them all. I could have given them to you on the spot. But unfortunately, I was forced to hide them in a special mound south of here until the time came. I don’t know what’s crawling in that cave now, but it’s about time we go get them. So get up. If you want to wash up, you should probably wait until we settle down in the next city. Meet me down in the lobby,” he hummed before galloping down the steps.

Once on the second floor he paused when he heard a small snore coming from around the corner. Curious, he made a quick swerve to see where the noise was coming from.

“Oh this group is filled with a bunch of idiots—hey—you! Get up blondie we’re leaving.”

Tallyho grunted and gurgled as Haru nudged her on the cheek with the toe of his shoe but she did not wake. Being the impatient person that he was, Haru proceeded to drag her down to the lobby by her noodley arms, then leaver her on the floor in front of the front desk.

Hereally did mean business.

“Hey, those kids that are gonna be coming down in a few moments—tell them to wait here, I’m going to run to the stables,” and with that he left.

The woman—severely confused—could only oblige by what he said. She had gotten many odd guests in her day, but the redhead and his band of
siblings—cousins—cult members or whatever they were, really took the cake.

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Gwen was at the bottom of a deep, deep ocean. She had swam beyond the point of buoyancy, down deep where there was no light or sound or movement. Ten thousand cubic meters of heavy brine pressed down on her shoulders and pushed her down into the soft fine silt of the ocean floor. Small pieces of organic material settled over her body, beginning the slow subtle process of swallowing her whole


A resonant sound boomed through her vast watery grave, muted but distinct. She thought at first it was a drum, so deep and lasting was the tone. But then she hear it again, and the sound was different. Nearer, more clear. It was coming from above.

Gwen needed to surface, but her body was so heavy
 Suddenly the weight of the water was no longer calm and comforting. The gentle embrace was instead a terrible oppression, shackling her tiny limbs with its overpowering strength. Panic began to settle in as white silt filled the water, kicked by her flailing legs...

Gwen opened her eyes to a bleary view of the inn attic. Her waking breath seemed to be clearing cobwebs out of a very old set of lungs, and for a moment she laid very still. A long moment passed before the details of her surroundings came into focus. Very gingerly, Gwen sat up and swung her legs off her bed so that she faced away from the others. She lowered her head into her hands and stayed that way for quite a while.

Murky thoughts swirled around in her head, fleeting and confused. She did not remember why she was sleeping in this particular bed. It was not the one she had chosen earlier. In fact, now that she thought back far enough, she did not remember coming back to the inn at all. Parts of the previous night were missing completely.

Still too groggy to be appropriately worried by her memory loss, Gwen thought back as far as she could. It made her head hurt. She could remember the tavern and that a fight had broken out, and she remembered meeting Tallyho afterwards, although the events between these scenes were disjointed. She could also remember being back at the inn and Haru being displeased.

Gwen’s body finally churned back into motion, though her muscles felt stiff and slow. She examined the space around her. It seemed she’d had the foresight to remove her shoes before falling asleep, but otherwise she was still fully dressed in her hoodie and extra shirts. She couldn’t quite summon the energy to put her boots back on yet. Her bag was lying on the floor next to her bed, which, when she checked, was still full of untouched food. There was also a small spot of dark blood on her pillow. She flipped it over.

She pieced together what she could. Last night (hopefully it had only been that long ago) there had been a bar fight. She’d received a blow to the head, which she didn’t specifically remember (as expected), but she had made it back to the inn. From there it seemed she had promptly passed out. Hopefully nothing else important had happened, though that was a long shot. Everything was important when encountering a new environment.

Also, if the contents of her bag and her current physical state were anything to judge by, she needed to both eat and drink very badly. From her now untrustworthy memory, she hadn’t consumed anything in the tavern. Assuming she hadn’t eaten anything during her blackout, that meant she hadn’t eaten for nearly 40 hours. She was approximating for whatever time had passed during the dimension-jumping. More importantly, she hadn’t had anything to drink in over a day, probably about 30 hours. That would account for the very clear (and unfortunately familiar) dehydration symptoms she was experiencing. She pinched the skin on the back of her hand just to make sure. Her lips pulled into a subtle grimace. The movement stretched a scab on her lip. She touched her face and scratched at the dried blood on her chin.

Gwen stood up carefully. Maybe it hadn’t been as long as she thought since she’d eaten or drank. She didn’t feel nearly as sick as she expected she would. With a little unsteady totter, she walked into the middle of the room on bare feet.

“Where,” she mumbled hoarsely, “can a girl get a fucking drink of water around here?”

Outwardly she seemed to observe room sagely, but in reality she felt dazed more than anything. Then she noticed the little knife hanging loosely in Harper's hand.

“Hey,” she said, too quietly at first. “Hey!” She stepped over to Harper. “Where did you get that?”

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Normally a morning person, Kyle struggled to get up this morning. Groggily he registered a pounding sound, but he wasn't sure if it was his head pounding or something outside. When the pounding advanced to shouting, even though he didn't understand the words, he realized it was indeed outside his subconscious world. Shouting? Why were his parents shouting? Two of his three sisters already moved out of the house, so it definitely wasn't them. Even so, shouting didn't happen at home. Slowly his grey eyes blinked open, and he winced feeling his old injuries flare up. Were they shouting because of that letter? Was it the last straw?

Fear rose up, nearly choking him. "Please don't..." Quickly after that, he was sitting up. This wasn't home. Kyle looked around vaguely until he registered the source of the voice. "Haru..." he mumbled and the last day's events crushed over him like a tidal wave. He groaned at the onslaught, but was eventually able to catch a few words. Horses? Weapons? The only weapons he ever needed were his fists, and horses... Kyle didn't know a single thing about horses, but Haru obviously wasn't in the mood to answer a lot of questions. The redhead said today was all business, after he scolded the lot of them last night. So this was business-Haru. The blond boy was wary of him.

Haru wasn't the only one shouting this morning. That skinny dirty girl,-Gwen, was it?- shouted at Harper about a knife he carried. Kyle couldn't be sure it wasn't Harper's own knife, so he didn't say anything about it. As Gwen drew his attention to Harper, the blond noted the little wooden sculptures in the loudmouth jerk's lap. So he actually could do something besides irritate people. Kyle wasn't much of an artistic type, but he could recognize artistic skills. Now probably wasn't the time though. He huffed under his breath, but he didn't want to get another scolding. If Gwen and Haru didn't wake Harper up, Kyle would attempt to shake the taller fellow awake.

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Although Harper heard Haru yelling and shouting at everyone, and felt someone nudge him, he refused to budge. Or open an eye. Or do anything. He was too tired and besides, he didn't have to meet Sadie until 2 today so he could sleep in until noon....

He heard another voice snapping at him, demanding to know "where did you get that?"

"Nnnnngrrhrmrrrr" Harper groaned, coupled with other incomprehensible noises, and with a limp wave of his hand (which had now dropped the knife in question) he turned over onto his side. Not now he thought, although it was entirely possible he mumbled this out loud, I don't have work today...

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Autumn sat up groggily, blinking her eyes to focus in on her surroundings. Straw poked at her thighs mercilessly as she rolled over to retrieve her purse from the ground. The sleep wasn’t very refreshing, and it left her feeling rather unhappy altogether. Everything just felt bland, like a dark void impossible to fill. This, of course, was just her response to mornings.

She took Haru’s speech about weapons as a chance to remain seated, refusing to put her shoes on just yet. In the meantime, she combed her hair with her fingers in a feeble attempt to look a little more like a human and a little less like a horse’s untamed tail. As soon as he left, Autumn let out a groan. “’s like the guy’s never heard of sleepin in.” Rubbing the back of her head, she realized that she wouldn’t have time to apply makeup. She groaned again, forcing herself to get out of bed and put on her shoes. Somewhere along the line, she lost a button to her coat. “Least i'm getting new clothes fter this.” She grumbled, picking up the button and placing it in her coat pocket.

She did her best to ignore her unhappy companions, though Gwen’s request for water was interesting enough to make Autumn turn her head. “Probly some in the wshroom
” Autumn mumbled. She yawned, stretching her limbs as her mind started to kick into gear. “Nyways, ‘m gonna go downstairs. Haru said to meet him there.” With that, she grabbed her purse and left the room. By the time she got down to the lobby, she was a little more awake. It was there that she came across Tallyho, laying on the floor like a limp doll. Silently, Autumn cheered her on. She could only hope that the girl was getting some more sleep. Autumn closed her eyes, hoping she too could sleep just a little longer before Haru returned.