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Harper Calloway Fields

I heard this great joke from my sister. Ready? What did one ocean say to the other ocean? ..... Give up? Nothing. They just...WAVED! AHAHAHAHA*snorts*HAHAHAHA!

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

Description

Image Full Name: Harper Calloway Fields
Age: "I'm feeling twenty-twoooo~ See, it's funny because I am 22..."
Birthday: June 22
Living Situation: Currently living in a small apartment in Boston, MA. Originally from Manhattan, NYC.
Appearance: Harper hovers at 5'11 (and a half). He has dark brown, loosely curly hair that "cannot be tamed" (unless gratuitous amounts of hair gel are used) and naturally tanned skin that only gets darker the more it is exposed to the sun, with the exception of his nose, which, oddly enough, is the only part of his body that gets sunburned, which usually leads to him putting an obnoxious amount of sunscreen on said facial appendage. He has large eyes the color of the sea, switching between blue and green or a combination of both depending on the light and whatever color shirt he is wearing. He has a mouth that smiles easily, with playful dimples and eye crinkles that his sister jokes makes him look old, to which he always reply that they simply "add character". His face overall is very expressive, and he isn't afraid to exercise it, often folding and contorting his face into different expressions, sometimes out of pure boredom. His ears stick out from his face more so than most, and are even more prominent when he wiggles them, a feat he is particularly proud of, next to his whistling. Lately he has been trying out facial hair as a part of his image, though he still shaves regularly.

Due to a lifetime of swimming, his upper body is quite built, his shoulders broad. He has large palms, but his fingers are oddly slender, tapering at the fingertips, and his nails are rounded rather than square. His toes are also fairly long, and he has taken to using them as extra hands, opening doors, picking things up from the floor, and even dressing himself with their assistance. Also due to his swimming, Harper shaves his legs and arms, usually once a week. He once tried applying No-Shave November to his entire body, but realized by the end of it that swimming wasn't the same with all that hair, and from then on only participated with facial hair.

Harper usual dressing style is casual with just a hint of "prep", stemming from his well-to-do background. He still shops at Hollister and American Eagle when he can afford it, and almost always wears flip-flops unless there is more than an inch of snow on the ground, in which case he will consider wearing sneakers. He always wears a shark tooth necklace, and is often seen with a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his curly hair.

Personality: Harper is a loud, blunt, often obnoxious, sometimes funny, happy-go-lucky jokester of a guy (or at least he likes to think so). Typically people find him a bit of an asshole, due to his off-the-hand, typically insulting remarks, along with his tendency to speak before thinking, yet he still has a charismatic charm that helps keep him out of too much trouble. He has a penchant for puns and bad jokes, often finding them hilarious and liable to blurt them out whenever he finds opportunity to, regardless of whether he has anyone's approval or not. Whenever he finds a really good one, he finds himself unable to keep the pun or joke to himself and will share it with the world out loud. He is present-minded, having little regard for the future or what it may hold and instead lives in the moment, milking each minute for what it's worth. This has landed him in many sticky situations, often with the local police. He is good at improvising, lying, and telling stories (real and fake, and both with much exaggeration), and talks quickly and expressively, usually with his hands. He curses often, and has a tendency to make up curses, which may or may not always make sense.

Harper doesn't like being told what to do, which has often been problematic in the job department. He enjoys making decisions for himself, good and bad, regardless of the consequences. He is impatient, hates waiting and is very efficiency-based, hating redundancies despite it being protocol. He's always had difficulty with writing and reading in particular, but school overall he found boring. He is a very tactile person, having made several mechanical animals with moving parts that double as music boxes without any prior training. While he has worked a lot with metal, lately he has been delving into wood, creating his own furniture out of scrap pieces he collects off the side of the road. However, much of what he makes he does for his own enjoyment, and hasn't been successful in selling any of his creations because he doesn't market himself. He has a love for motorbikes, often getting arrested for taking them out on joyrides. He also enjoys musicals, having gone to many when he still lived in NYC, and has many of the soundtracks memorized. He also enjoys pop-songs, and is a bit of a pop-culture junky himself. While he doesn't know how to play any musical instruments, he does have a good singing voice if he tries. His dancing isn't half-bad either. And, of course, he is a very strong swimmer, and takes a daily swim in the Boston Harbor every morning. He suffers from a crippling fear of heights, and as such has never traveled by plane, climbed a tree, or ridden any amusement park ride (except for carousels). He also doesn't do any sort of diving from more than 6 feet above the water.

Background: Harper is the oldest of two children born to two very affluent New Yorkers in the heart of Manhattan. His father is a lawyer and his mother inherited her father's business. Born into a socialite party, Harper learned manners and protocols at a very early age. He never had to worry about money, and was typically given whatever he wanted. His parents were rarely home, however, and he spent a large amount of time with his younger sister, Sadie, whom he adores to this day. His prowess for swimming and tinkering was evident ever since he was very young, however his father took the former more seriously and paid for a personal coach in hopes that Harper would compete professionally, perhaps in the Olympics. Harper performed very well in competitive swimming, participating in every year of his schooling and placing well in Regional competitions. However, although his schoolwork was always average, in high school his grades dropped severely, something that his parents were both unhappy about, particularly his father, who punished Harper by refusing to allow him to participate in swimming that year. This only caused his grades to drop more, and after he was rejected by every college he applied to, his father threatened him with military school when he was 17.

Scared, Harper ran away that night and took a train to Boston. He didn't contact his parents for four years, only calling Sadie. He lived in an "unbelievably crappy" studio apartment with cheap rent for most of his time in Boston, only recently upgrading to a "slightly less crappy" single bedroom. His on and off job has been working as a Chinese Take-Out Bicycle Delivery boy (since he has no car), and even though his boss has fired him multiple times, he has also rehired him just as many times because Harper, despite the numerous times he has had to bail him out of jail and his terrible backtalking, is still his fastest delivery boy, even on a bicycle. In the past year, he reconnected with his parents on accident after Sadie purposely steered him towards them during one of her cello concerts. The relationship has still been very shaky, but he now calls them every now and then and will begrudgingly speak with them when Sadie forces him to. Right now he is in New York City for another one of Sadie's concerts.

So begins...

Harper Calloway Fields's Story

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel
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Tallyho pulled herself from the palm of the valley—warm and grassy. She looked a short distance to see a spot of yellow on green pasture.

“My basket,” she huffed, “as she rose to her feet, tip toeing and leaping over the other teens that were sprinkled in the grass like a scattered set of marbles.

The blonde bent over and hooked the edge of the basket with her finger, flipping it over. Brown apples toppled out onto the grass and she wrinkled her nose at the stench.

How long was she gone?

She idly wandered over to the group, scanning their faces to see if they were awake.

“Ok
Well
I guess I’m going to town now,” hummed. Her voice trembled with uncertainty, mostly because she wasn’t quite sure if they were dead or not. Maybe their earthly lungs were too fragile for the air or something.

“Well uh
 If you aren’t going to wake up
” she hummed as she took a few steps back.

“You’re not leaving that easily,” an unfamiliar voice echoed.

Tallyho looked around hastily to find the source of the voice.

“Over here,” he said.

Her gaze ran up to the top of the hill—where a mysterious ginger was perched, squatting and gazing down into the valley like a predatory bird—and wasn’t it ironic that a fine white owl sat at rest on his shoulder? It was almost a little patronizing, like some sort of socioeconomic portrait. Here was this man on a high hill, well composed, quite handsome, and well dressed, looking down into the valley at a flushed-faced vagabond, who was shoeless and had a record of stealing sips of liquor in taverns.

He stood up straight.

The blonde eyed his fine back pants, and his golden embroidered admiral trench coat—heavy with medallions and gold encrusted buttons. His fine jacket hung over one shoulder, his thin cotton blouse an elegant contrast. He pulled a smoking stick from his mouth, tossed it into the grass, then ground it into the dirt with his polished black shoe.

His bright eyes swam through the valley of bodies, like a shark weaving and wavering this way and that, looking for the right sea lion to snatch.

“Well that was a very dramatic show back there,” the redhead rasped, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips.

Tallyho offered her best poker face a technique she nearly mastered.

“What are you laughing at?” she finally asked.

“You people,” he hummed as he regained his composure, and calmly made his way down the hill. Tallyho moved a step back as he came, not pausing until he made a complete stop.

“You are all so melodramatic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“’ You wanna talk responsibility? How bout rent to pay? Food to buy? Jobs to work? You guys probably live with your parents still and don't have to worry about that shit, but I do,’ ‘Nothing is certain, nothing except death,' ’A weakling on Aires, is a weakling Earth,’ honestly, you people are really made for each other. But for future reference, don’t take so long in the core. If it’s open for too long, the universe might collapse, you're welcome.”

His laugher faded and he idly reached to scratch the back of the owl’s head.

“Okay so who are you supposed to be again?” Tallyho asked, eyebrows straight, poker face still valid.

“Now how did I forget to introduce myself? My name is Haru Karokav, the first guide on this journey of ours.”

“Guide
 What—“

Without asking, Haru Karokav drew close and took a hold of Tallyho’s amethyst. Though his approach was gentle, Tallyho nearly choked herself because she drew back sharply and he never let go.

“What are you doing?” She huffed as she rapidly lost her cool—beginning to wonder if he were some pervert or jewel thief—or both.

But the expression on his face was quite serious as he observed. He dropped the stone back collar bone. Then he drew back.

“Ah so she’s my kid then
 Isn’t that interesting, Lillian?” he hummed as he stroked the owl once more.
“Hey, aren’t there supposed to be twelve of you
? It seems that the March Warrior was mis-transported,” the redhead sighed, “Lillian, why don’t you send word up to Ryou?”

Tallyho stared at him, her jaw slightly open.

“What?”

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Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel Character Portrait: Autumn Jones Character Portrait: Falke der Herrscher
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#, as written by Linnea
Autumn winced as an argument broke out. She didn't expect people to start yelling at each other. This wasn't her fault, right? It couldn't be. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little badly. Biting her lip, she watched as the blonde from the tree slapped the man. Frankly, she thought he deserved it.

The argument lasted longer than she had hoped, making her a little uncomfortable. Finally, though, people started to get moving. It was about time. She turned back towards the golden portal, fully prepared to step through and be done with this mess. There was, however, one person in particular who didn't seem to be going anywhere. Come to think of it, had he even said if he was going?

She walked up to him, a little hesitant due to the reaction of the abrasive young man whom she had tried to convince earlier. Tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, she asked "Hey, are you coming?" She almost wanted to say that there was no pressure, just so she wouldn't be yelled at.

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Skylar couldn’t help but smirk as the tiny blonde smacked the boy from earlier across the face. She’d have to thank her for it later; the girl had some serious spunk. The boy, on the other hand, was being completely unreasonable. He had no right to spew such nonsense when he had no idea what any of the others were going through. Sure, he may have had a lot on his plate, but how was he to know that others didn’t have it worse of?

Watching as he accepted defeat and trudged through the portal, a tiny part of Skylar wished he’d get ripped apart by a Cyclopean at some point in their journey.

The trip from the Core to Aires was much less stressful than the previous one, Skylar opening her eyes to a bright blue sky and luscious green grass. The warmth of the sun felt good on her skin and she found herself smiling, a weird sense of calmness settling over her despite the impending doom of the Cyclopeans or whatever the voice in the Core had been talking about.

Turning at the sound of yet another new voice, Skylar listened to the exchange between Haru (finally, someone who had actually introduced them self!) and the blonde. His tone was condescending as he mocked them, something that Skylar was already used to from growing up with her brothers. Fighting the urge to tell him off, she figured that if he was going to be their “guide” it would probably be best to stay on his good side for the time being.

“So, uh,” She said, brushing her bangs away from her face. “Now what happens?”

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel
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“Well now we head on into town, get you all rested, fed, and then I’ll give you a little orientation to the situation,” the redhead hummed.
“What were you saying before?” Tallyho asked. “What do you mean by ‘a guide’?”

“What do I mean by guide? Well to answer that I must continue to introduce myself. I’m Haru Karokav, yes, you know that. But I failed to mention that I am one of the 12 chosen guardians. The guardians are
 Eh, hand-picked by the goddess to assist the month warriors, and protect them. If anything happens to any of you, then it’s our responsibility. I just so happen to be your guardian—the guardian of February. But this is a team effort. Even though your own guardians haven’t shown up yet, it is my responsibility as the leader to be a guardian to all of you.”

He frowned. “Well I’m not sure when the others will be showing up
 It could be months, maybe later, even. Either way, you’re going to have to trust that you are in good hands with me. I will provide you with all of your housing, your food, and the proper training. All you really need to do is try not to piss me off, as I’d prefer to stay pleasant this early in the game. Well! I think that we should probably get to the nearest village and get to an inn. The sun will be setting soon and we wouldn’t want to risk another cyclopean attack.”

Haru turned sharply and began to walk away.

“Wait,” Tallyho called. “So you’re a guardian but
 You don’t look very
 Well, you don’t look like a seasoned fighter at all. I’m not sure if—“Tallyho paused when Haru made a discreet movement—a slight flick of his coattail revealed a fine sword mounted on his belt.

Despite how easy it was to get swords on Aires, the better swords were usually reserved for those who knew how to use them well.

“We guardians are
 A lot older, and a lot more experienced than we look. If you have any more questions, you might want to learn how to walk and talk,” he hummed.

Tallyho hesitantly followed. She wanted to hear what he had to say about the prophecy, and what did she have to lose by following him? He offered free meals, and she was certainly starving. They didn’t move very far at all before Haru began to feed them more information about the situation, a subtle bait to lure any of the kids who weren’t too sure about following such an unusual man.

He began by explaining guardians some more.

“Believe it or not, we guardians are in a sense, beasts. Each of us has the ability to change into a certain animal. I suppose the goddess gave these forms to us based on our personalities—“

“A rat?” Tallyho hummed under her breath.

“A cat—smartass—a cat,” he hummed, although his voice held no malice. Perhaps because he didn’t feel like it was the right time to get serious and intense.

He stopped.

“Oh right, I saw that you all failed at introducing yourselves. I’ll do it for you,” he said. He pointed at each warrior in the order of their month followed by a synopsis of their ability.

“This is Gwenneth Yuan, the warrior of January. January can manipulate the force of life. Healing, and in extreme scenarios, revival.

Tallyho Abell is February, a manipulator of electricity and lightning. However, it’s ironic that she’s from such a low-tech place like Aires since she could really be an effective technopath.

Dorian Roberts—your friend who has been misplaced—is the warrior of March and holds power over wind and storms.

Kyle Keaton is April and a manipulator of water—specifically fresh water.

Skylar Grayson—the warrior of May—can manipulate plants, animals, rock and soil.

Harper Fields is June, and like Kyle, he is a man of water. However, he takes to the sea and salt water instead.

Aria Walker— is the warrior of July and has abilities over fire.

Jason Carter—August—controls illusions of light: Conjuring very few, dopplegangers of a specific form. These illusions hold quality over quantity; and therefore they have close to the same strength of the original figure copied. August can also use their illusions for mirage like effects.

Falke der Herrscher is the warrior of September and manipulator of Telekinetics— the ability to access to the mind, create mental forums, mental barriers and travel into the subconscious of others in order to gain information.


Isabelle Gentile—the opposite of Jason—is October. She controls shadow Illusions: Conjuring massive amounts of dopplegangers of a specific form also, but her power values quantity over quality. The illusions are significantly weaker than the original figure but can over power with numbers. She can use her powers to conceal also.

Autumn Jones—November—has connections to the Spirit world, can manipulate energy force, and can communicate with the dead. And she has a thing for tarot cards too.

And then there’s Lux Adair—the woman of December—snow and ice.

Now that you are all best friends, let’s go ahead and get to the inn, today is going to be one of the rare nights where you get to bond like normal teenagers,” he said as he marched towards the village’s entrance arch.

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel Character Portrait: Autumn Jones
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Lux had woken up to grass under her feet and others waking up as well. It appeared that the Asian teen that she had dragged through with her was awake as well, a small sigh leaving her. Everyone was here except... the male with the knife that had killed the cyclopean and saved their lives somewhat. Allowing her nutmeg hues to flicker across the landscape, Lux slowly stood and strolled forward.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, the actress let out a deep sigh. The air here was pure, almost burning in fact, compared to the clogged air of the New York City landscape. Her interest was peaked as a general-like figure appeared before them, explaining things to the blonde who was stuck in the tree. At the mention of the others names, a guardian, the seventeen year old could barely try to hide the coy smile that curled up her lips once more. "Pleasure to meet you all." She greeted the moment Haru had finished introducing the group.

She could barely feel her feet against the soft green grass of the valley as she sped walked to keep up with the man's pace. The entrance arch intrigued Lux some, but what was the best was lay beyond it. And to be honest, she was ready for that stay in an inn. Her whole body was aching from the landing, and she was definitely growing tired.

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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 woke up somewhere in between "I'm Haru Karaknov" and "handpicked by the goddess." Harper was never one to wake up easily, and it took him several seconds just to keep his eyes open and register the clean, blue sky above him.

He registered "I'm not sure when the others will show up" and definitely woke up at "could be months, maybe later even."

"Woah, woah, woah!" Harper exclaimed, sitting up, "Months?!"

And then he blinked, the pastoral scenery surrounding him entirely.

With a shout, Harper leaped to his feet, spinning around in disbelief. He almost lost his balance, jeans still stiff from the water. "What the hell!?" he gasped. Where was the park? Where was the CITY?! Didn't that one girl say it was possible this was a dream? Why wasn't he back? Was this actually...was this actually happening?!?

"OHHHHhh My GoD!" Harper wailed, grabbing his damp locks and falling dramatically to his knees, "HOly sweet--Mary mother of JesusfrickinCHRIST"

Yeah, he had walked through that portal, but he didn't think anything would actually happen. This had to be a joke. A dream. That cyclopenis or peony or whatever the hell that was...that was also a joke, right? This wasn't real, right?

"Aaaauuughgh" he hissed gutturally, staring blankly at this foreign landscape. He heard footsteps and rustling and whipped around. Instead of an attacker he instead saw the 11 people walking away, 10 of which he recognized.

Not wanting to be left behind in this bizarre, crazy world, Harper quickly scrambled to his feet and raced after the group, imagining one of those cyclone-monsters leaping out under ever blade of grass. He ended up diving through the middle, forcing himself to skid to a halt before crashing entirely with the person in front of him, but still bumping them slightly.

The guy in the front seemed to know where he was going, some red-headed dude dressed in weird clothes. Harper just followed along, but was surprised to suddenly hear his name. "What?" he asked without thinking, and was answered with "sea and salt water instead."

It took him until Autumn Jones to realize the guy was saying everyone's names, a month, and then some sort of ability. When he finished, Harper raised his hand and asked, "Hey, can you repeat all of that please? I didn't realize what you were doing until just now."

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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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As they entered the town, the change in scenery became more evident. Crowds began to form, and modest wooden buildings began to sprout.
Tallyho choked a little bit when she felt a force from behind bump her forward. She grunted quietly as she glanced back at the loud one, or er, Harper?
Not even an apology?
Before leading the children into the crowds, Haru made a point of stopping the group.

“Now here’s a little lesson about Aires. They don’t have the same technologies that earth does. No cell phones, no cameras, no computers. So it would be in your best interest if you keep your electronic devices as well out of the way as possible while we are in here. Though
 it’s not like they can help you here anyway. We need to speed through here because; well most of you are dressed outlandishly for this world. But we will get that fixed soon,“he said sternly.
He gave a quick, enthusicastic point at Harper, “Well I can’t really do that now, but you will definitely get a chance to mingle and make friends when we get to a room.”
With that, Haru lead the group to the village square. It was the same village that Tallyho was in before she arrived on earth. The small shops like bakeries and butcheries were beginning to close and honest workers were locking their business doors.

Mothers were fixing their daughter’s bows and bonnets as they dragged them on home. And the much too ripe—maybe even a little rotten—bachelors were moving into the taverns.

“Oh and ladies,” Haru said, “I need to tell you now before you cause a commotion tomorrow. It’s not necessarily normal for women to wear pants and such around here and it really makes you stand out if you are. Although you boys don’t seem to be fitting in either, tomorrow I’m going to give you all money to go to the markets and buy clothes that are more fitting for the area. This is Tabbard, a pleasant little town the women are pretty modest. They wear sundresses, aprons, nothing too short—something very agrarian and simple. The men are not particularly extravagant either. They are dressed pretty plainly as you can see. A simple shirt and pants, so not quite a suit like mine. But I’m sure it’s much more comfortable.”

He lead them into the inn, and of course they looked rather odd travelling as a large herd.
The inside of the inn was quite cozy. At the front, there was a simple wooden desk with a shelf of keys behind it. Adjacent to the desk was a stone fireplace on a wall that led to an oaky dining area open to the guests.
The woman at the desk had mousy brown hair and a nervous twitch to her hands. She nearly dropped the keys she was organizing when they came into the building.

“Hello sir,” she said to Haru who she automatically assumed as the one paying.
“Hello there. Do you have enough space for twelve?”
The woman bit the inside of the cheek as the thought. “Ah well I’m afraid that we only have one regular room available sir.”
“Ah, I see, well then good tidings,” he said as he turned to leave.
“Oh but we do have the big room available!” she yelped.
“A larger room?”
“Oh yes, in the attic. We have a large set up of beds up there for missionary groups who come through. You can have that if you’re willing to pay the sum.”
Haru laughed, “Oh that won’t be a problem, here you go. I’ll take the smaller room too.”
He set a heavy sack of coins on the desk. “This should cover it—keep it all.”
The woman shook her head, “But sir I’m afraid that’s too much—“
“It’s fine. If you want, I’ll get my change at the end of the stay. But right now my friends and I are a bit tired. They’ve endured a long day. So could we please have the keys?”
The woman nodded once, “of course,” and she handed two keys to Haru, one of which he gave to Tallyho to open the group’s door.

“Now to get to your room you need to continue up the steps until you are running into the ceiling. There is a floor door that you will open to access the room,” she said. Tallyho nodded and started up the stairs, disappearing around its dark velvet corner.
The woman questioned Haru’s owl.
“I assure you she is very well trained,” he said.

Tallyho kept climbing; finally beat by the time she reached the third flight but luckily that’s all she had to climb for the latch was insight.

She stuck the rusted key in the lock and turned it before pushing the door up and open—climbing through. She was taken to a plain, candle lit room with about twenty beds and night stands lined side to side all against all four walls. Without much thought, she claimed a bed by a window in the corner.

She was sure that she wouldn’t enjoy being cooped up in a room with so many. And besides, as earthlings, they probably identified with each other better than they could with her.

She wasn’t one to meet people around her age anyway, usually being surrounded by old people and children. She turned her back to the group and stared out of the window. She looked down and caught sight of the tavern doors opening for the night. She had a pretty good idea where she would be in an hour or two.

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After all that arguing in the space-bridge or whatever that weird voice said it was, Kyle had a headache and for some reason the rest of his body ached something awful too. He tried closing his eyes against the pain, futilely because the loudmouth jerk had a total shrieking meltdown that made Kyle's headache worse and he groaned. "Just shut the hell up already," the short blond mumbled, not expecting the jerk to hear.

After a minute or two, he slowly opened his eyes to look around. Well, it looks like they made it. They all... He stopped the thought when he noticed someone was missing, the black-haired guy that saved their lives wasn't here. He just opened his mouth to mention it when a well-dressed redhead encountered them. He made another speech about month warriors and gave everyone's names. The missing person was Dorian and that loud, annoying jerk was Harper. Well, Kyle would never forget that name. The redhead also warned them against spending so much time in the Core, so that's what that space-bridge place was, but the universe could collapse! He anxiously looked back over his shoulder. What if that's what happened to Dorian? It was partly Kyle's fault, but Dorian didn't seem to be in the best shape when they finally got the idiot to move. What if he was dead, and all this effort was worthless? The blond shook his head. He couldn't think like that right now.

Since this redhead, Haru, acknowledged Dorian was missing, Kyle assumed he would start looking for him, and then when he did they'd find out that he was still okay. That's right, Dorian will be okay. Haru didn't immediately go looking for Dorian though. Instead he led the rest of them into town, bought a couple rooms at an inn and laid out some rules, rules about Aires and what Haru himself wanted them to do. Okay, Kyle couldn't let this be.

While Tallyho, the feisty blond, went upstairs to bed and Haru finished talking to the lady at the desk about the owl, Kyle tried to pull the redhead away from the desk to be as polite as possible. The lady at the desk didn't need to know their problems. "Mr. Karo...Kuro...Karu...Haru, I need to talk to you. It's important."

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Harper followed the group up the stairs and into the room. His expectations were already ground level when he overheard 'attic' in what was apparently Westeros, what with no technology whatsoever. He had almost pulled out his phone too when whatshisface mentioned not to.

The attic, however, wasn't entirely terrible. He had certainly lived in worse. At least this room was large. 1, 2, 3...20 beds. Wow. In his first apartment he couldn't even fit one bed and had to sleep in the tub. Ah, memories...

He chose a bed somewhere in the middle, really just sitting down randomly, and tried to process everything in a way that made sense.

1. He was clearly not in New York City anymore. Or Earth, for that matter. This was just too big of a production for it to be faked. Somehow, for whatever reason, he was in a completely different world where people still probably thought the world was flat. Which it might be, in this world, for all he knew.

2. He could control seawater. And oceans. Apparently. Because why not.

3. Everyone else could also control something. But not seawater. That was only him.

4. Cyclopens came from this world. And he would probably see more. That was annoying.

5. He wouldn't see Sadie for quite some time.

and lastly, he'd be stuck with these punks in this world for quite some time...

He sighed. For all the protests he had made against coming here, it didn't seem to make a difference. Well, if he was going to be stuck here...might as well adapt. Without warning he pulled off his jacket, slinging it on the mattress, and then pulled off his hollister shirt, leaving behind only a white undershirt beneath which he tugged back down over his jeans.

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Skylar had to walk a little faster to keep up with the rest of the group, grumbling to herself about getting the short genes in her family while the rest of her siblings seemed to tower over her like giants. She hated being so small, it made her feel like a twelve year old boy instead of a college student (which she had already been mistaken for once- an interaction that had not ended very well for the Empire State Building employee who had offered her a children’s discount).

The whole “getting to know the other month warriors” thing that Haru talked about didn’t worry Skylar much. She had always considered herself to be an outgoing person, probably due to the fact that she spent her childhood constantly trying to be noticed in the chaos of her family. Maybe she did come across as a little callous sometimes and maybe she did have a problem filtering herself, but she never had a problem with talking to people.

After finally getting to the top of the stairs in the inn, Skylar stumbled into the attic after Tallyho. There was the obligatory musty smell in the air that all attics seemed to have, ten beds lined up against each wall. Not really giving much thought to where she was going to sleep, she dropped her things down on a bed towards the middle of the room. Raising a brow in Harper’s direction as he proceeded to remove his shirt, she walked over to where Tallyho was standing.

“Hi!” She said, trying not to come off as too enthusiastic. “I just wanted to say thanks for telling Harper off back in the Core. Man, did you see his face when you smacked him? God, that was incredible,” She grinned. “Anyway, I know Haru introduced everyone already but I’m Skylar.”

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Haru raised an eyebrow and turned the face the shorter male.

“If you want me to repeat all of that, could we tackle it a little bit later? We both know that it is a mouthful.”
He turned back towards the desk briefly before looking back at Kyle again.

“If you’re asking about the other warrior, Dorian, I have that covered. The portals only dump people in empty spaces like valleys and clearings. I’m making arrangements for a contact of mine to locate him as it’s impossible for me to do it since I need to handle this group and taking you out on a wild goose chase wont prepare you for anything. Time is limited.”

Haru was a fast talker. He barely gave the boy a silent moment before he was heading out of the door.

“Tell your people to get ready to eat and come to Mackal’s Tavern across the quad. I’m going to go pay for dinner in advance. See ya,” and with that, Haru sashayed out of the inn towards the busy tavern.

Tallyho rolled her eyes at Harper. She had already seen too much of his personality today, she wasn’t really interested in seeing much more. Her contemplation of jabbing him in the throat was interrupted by a few kind words from a brunette girl from the tree incident.

The blonde was surprised to say the least. She hadn’t expected any of the earthlings to offer her a passing glance.
She wanted to elaborate on the Harper incident, to tell her that he had it coming, but with him in earshot, maybe it wasn’t the best idea. Instead, a sly, crooked smile washed over her face for a brief moments at a time.

“I’m Tallyho,” she said, “I’m
 From here, I suppose.”

She wasn’t sure what to say after that. But she felt obligated to keep the conversation going.

“I uh
 You people dress funny.”

Her voice wasn’t very sharp, and she didn’t really mean to sound malicious, but honestly, Tallyho couldn’t get over all of the pairs of tight blue pants.

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Falke remained silent, weary but thoughtful and honestly a little annoyed, throughout and after the yelling demands and hissing insults floating about amongst members of this so called 'team'. Destiny by itself was one rather hard pill too swallow on it's own. But another, well, being stuck with this lot of likely and undoubtedly insane lunatics wasn't a very appetizing thought to stomach either, especially considering how easily and quickly they went at one another's throats. Given that, he wasn't keen to voice his own thoughts or a possible decision on the matter at hand, mostly to keep the fore-mentioned 'hounds' at bay and save him the trouble of tripping over himself attempting to argue in a language that was still unfamiliar generally to his tongue. While it seemed that his given silence seemed to be working in his favor in the long run, because no one seemed to notice him standing there off in the back and too the side alone, and no one had come up to bother him about his own yet to be made (verbally, or not...) decision. But of course, his luck had run out and the supposed 'peace' he felt didn't last for long...

His shoulder's jerked as a twitch ran along down their length in response to a gentle, but rather unexpected tap on his shoulder blade, and a surprised hiss escaped his lips. Falke had already taken two harried steps backward in flight, before her voice, well he assumed a she because of how she sounded, interrupted his 'escape' and asked him a simple, almost hesitant question. "Hey, are you coming?" Was he? Good question. Blearily he scanned his surroundings, focusing on the general direction the others echoing, then abruptly disappearing footsteps, were heading, and then focused or well, attempted to focus somewhere above where her voice had come from nearby - but for all he knew he could be looking in an opposite direction. "Yes, I-... I was just thinking." He hummed softly in response. His thick German accent was heavy with a brassy touch, and seemed to be mauling the words a little as he spoke but it all still intelligible enough though still. Alright, fine. His decision had been made, though he necessarily didn't fully agree with it, but he put it out of his mind for now (it would do no sense in chewing cud over it). The stone trapped in the bounds of the ring on his finger, came to life with a faint, barely noticeable glow - likely a testament to his rather what could be called a wishy-washy decision at best, or to be simply be nice about it. While his decision was made, he still hesitated before following 'blindly'. "I'll follow after you," He added, before she could ask if he needed help. She agreed, turning around and lead the way, Falke reluctantly following behind like he said he would. She slipped through the portal to the other world, and paused momentarily before doing the same - allowing him to be the last left in this cold, empty, in-between place. He frowned, eyes narrowed as he sightlessly tried to size up what was just in front of him, the golden portal. The humming was louder now this close and that he was facing it, an odd queasy feeling came from it rolling around in his gut. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered to himself. Confidently he stepped forward, the light seemingly liquid pressing tightly against his body, and then nothing for the second time that day...

The second time he "woke up", he'd landed on his back, and slowly he shoved himself into a sitting position with a low, nearly inaudible groan. Okay. He really could deal with a little less of this brain meddling, teleporting, or what ever you'd call it, nonsense. Blinking, he glanced around. Nostrils flaring. He felt soft greenery tickling between his fingers, very overgrown grass. The air seemed cleaner, gentler. Well, where ever they'd ended up this time, it wasn't anywhere close to Central Park, or even New York for that matter. Aires then, alright. And then there was the matter when his brain finally caught up and was able to process what his ears were hearing from a man named Haru, Falke just sat there, not bothering to get up just yet. Trying to process all the information he was getting, with some success. In sort order, himself and the others (minus a missing Dorian), following this supposed guardian, unwilling mostly except for the promise of food and shelter, and hopefully to figure out more of how this all worked...

He didn't mind Haru's noting of names, and powers, and certain quirks or items they possessed. It was interesting in the scheme of things, and he wouldn't be one to ignore any information given (especially considering the mess-, situation they were now in). And all though it would be harder for him to start putting names to "voices", it was nice to have the names at least starting out. They continued into town until stopping at the inn, and that they had the attic available for then teens - the other room he assumed was for Haru, and his owl. And while some of the teens cringed at the thought of an attic, the spider-webs, dust, etc, that were often associated with an attic, Falke more so mentally cringed at how many flights of stairs he'd need to climb to get up there. Stair's were his bane; he tripped going down them, and going up them. But despite his worries, he made it up all three flights, without a trip that would send him to break his fool neck. And upon coming into the room, the first bed he quite literally ran into, he just claimed as his. He sat down, uneasily. Seemingly attempting to watch everything and everyone at the same time, with his wide, veiled eyes, without the ability the focus on anything. He remained silent, not honestly one to break any ice, or talk in general pretty much...

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The owl twitching about on the ginger man's shoulders, seemed just as fine-feathered as the clothes the man wore. It's basic build to be something like that of the North American Snowy Owl: Its wings (a grand 5-foot wingspan) seemed a little to large for its smaller albeit lean seeming body. A beak of rough gold, and talons the same hue, glinted eagerly in the sunshine, it's own natural weapons of a sort. His feathers were a fair and pure white mostly, but tarnished honey strips and stripes clashed across it in an interesting display. Frightening, if only because of the intensity they held, gray-blue eyes (odd for an owl to have, instead of the normal yellow/orange) unnervingly focused on each member of the group, seemingly assessing them, as it's owner walked confidently down the hill to great them. When Haru began laughing, a soft, but particularly merry, cooing sound echoed from around it's beak, laughing in it's own way right along with him. When he stopped laughing and reached up to rub the back of it's head, the owl's "laughter" ceased but it's lids dropped over it's haunting gaze in pleasure of the scratch. When he moved forward suddenly, one of it's great wings flashed out to kept it's balance on it's moving perch, lids snapping open and intently focused on the the girl's who's necklace he held clasped in his hand. Prepared when he moved back, it's balance not bothered, it crouched slightly and leaned forward, alarmingly as if trying to get a good look at the girl itself. “Ah so she’s mine then
 Isn't that interesting, Lillian?” Haru had mused to her, and Lillian, now named, hooted in confirmation. She moved back to her original position, her assessment done, standing quite regally if eerily silent. Her head tilted listening, as Haru continued, “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be twelve of you
? It seems that the March Warrior was mis-transported... Lillian, why don’t you send word up to Ryou?” Lillian twittered softly in response, almost as if she was that she'd be back as soon as she was able too. Spreading her large wings, she confidently leapt off Haru's shoulder. With heavy flaps she rose slowly as close as she was to the ground, until a gentle breeze caught a wing a spun her farther upward - swirling a few times in a circle above the rag-tag group to gain further height and her bearings, before she got a well-moving current of wind. Flashing off, and was but a distance speck of white in moments. Going to the person, Ryou, Haru had named, to fix the issue with Dorian's mis-teleportation.

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"um...Okay." Darn! He wasn't used to this. Kyle usually didn't have problems keeping up with people, but he was certainly having trouble keeping up with Haru. At least he knew that someone was going to look for Dorian, and he hoped that the guy would be okay. Even if the redhead didn't send someone, he didn't give Kyle a chance to argue the issue anyway. The boy wasn't sure how he felt about that.

With Haru gone to the tavern, and pretty much everyone else gone to the room, There was only one thing left to do. What were the directions the lady gave? Three flights of stairs and a trap door in the ceiling? Considering she also said it's an attic, that did make sense, and Kyle wasn't sure how he felt about that either. Beggars can't be choosers, so he'd just have to deal with it. With a deep breath, he started purposely towards the stairs, but on passing the desk lady again, he gave a brief smile and bowed his head in her direction.

One...Two...Three, there was the door. Up the final ladder he popped his head into the room with a quick glance over all the beds. He'd think about that when they got back from dinner. "Umm... Mr. Haru said to meet him across the quad for dinner at Mackal's Tavern. He went on ahead to make arrangements." His job done he lowered himself down the ladder so he wouldn't be in the way of the others, two of which immediately rushed down.

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Tallyho listened to, Autumn (at least that’s what she thought her name was), briefly explain the clothing situation on Earth.
“What a strange style—is it uncomfortable?” she asked, a look of genuine curiosity flashed in the lights of her eyes.

It was then that the shorter boy—Kyle was his name—peaked out from the floor door to inform them of their meal.

“Oh thank the Goddess,” The blonde huffed as she stood up, immediately cutting ties with all conversation. She was starving—just starving—she took another glance outside of the window to see the nightlife glowing from the tavern porch.

In the glass she caught a gander of her reflection and boy did she look a mess with her dust tanned face, and her hair harboring pieces of nature as it splayed about her crown and knotted at the name of her neck. She decided that a bath would be her first course of action.

Besides, she caught sight of the inn’s well when they first approached the building.

“You guys go ahead. I’m going to freshen up. Tell him I should be down in thirty minutes,” she mumbled as she scooped a wooden bucket from the corner of the room and into her arms. Hopefully the second floor’s washroom tub wasn’t too big, and she could fill it up after five trips.

“Just head on across the way, and don’t look at anybody for Aires’ sake,” she huffed as she made her way towards the exit, knowing well the anger of drunk Solacian.

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Gwen was getting a lot of new information thrown her way. That was unfortunate because, distracted and shocked as she was, she didn't have enough mental resources to pay attention to what their guide was saying. She managed to gather that, as their guide, Haru was probably guiding them somewhere. Following seemed the best course of action, seeing as she would be stranded in an unfamiliar setting otherwise.

It just got stranger and stranger. The scene that gradually built before the group was like the set of a movie, set in medieval times. Gwen had a hard time not seeing the unfamiliar clothing as costumes and the old-fashioned buildings as set pieces. But even this she could believe more readily than any of the magic nonsense she had been bombarded with over the past hour or so. Nothing around her really defied her understanding of reality in the same way concepts like magical portals did.

What was most interesting to Gwen was that the environment didn't actually look that foreign. They could have been on Earth several hundred years ago for all she could tell. There was nothing strange about what she saw before her. Everything from the people to the construct of the buildings had aspects of familiarity that caused Gwen some degree of comfort.

Haru led the group, haphazard and motley, to an inn that shared the same aspects of modest familiarity as the rest of the town. He bought them a room in the attic, where it seemed they were expected, rather than instructed, to go.

Gwen emerged into the attic room, panting slightly, along with the others. The room was long and regular, both sides of it lined with identical beds. It reminded Gwen of a hospital or a homeless shelter. She chose a bed at random, settling for one in the middle of the right side. It was quite warm, heating rising or whatever, but she hesitated to take off her sweatshirt. She didn't have any problems with the people of New York seeing her physical condition, and even though she was still around strangers, the situation was different. These were strangers who would actually care. Probably. Maybe she was just fooling herself.

Gwen sat, crossed-legged, on her mattress. It was extremely nice, actually. She hadn't slept on a proper mattress since she had been very, very small. She could hardly remember it. She pushed her hands into it, savoring the feel of it giving way beneath her weight. From her perch, she watched the others as they themselves settled down and mingled among themselves. With a small twinge of regret, she rubbed the outside of her upper left arm. Pity she'd lost her dagger, especially when entered a new environment like this. Even if she wasn't very good at using it, she preferred having the sense of security the weapon provided her.

Gwen was surprised when a long-haired teen announced that they would be having dinner at a tavern. She had assumed that they would be cooped up in this room until they found suitable clothes. They would be sure to work up some gossip dressed the way they were, particularly if this town was as small as it looked. At least her clothes were so torn up that they were hardly recognizable even on Earth as any specific pieces of clothing. Ultimately she was grateful, though. The last thing she had eaten was that burger out of the garbage, and who knew how long ago that had been, what with the dimension-jumping or whatever.

Gwen looked up at the lake-guy in the bed across from her. She sighed, drawing her knees up to her chest. There was nothing now to do except wait, it seemed. The situation suddenly seemed dreadfully stifling.

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“Well, I guess that just leaves us.” Skylar said out loud as Tallyho slipped out the door, not speaking to anyone in particular.

She wondered if they should wait for her, after all she was the native here and would know what to do if they ran in to anyone along the way who pointed them out for being outsiders. She let out a soft grunt- figures that as soon as she felt comfortable in New York she was whisked away to another place where she stuck out even more.

After a few minutes of everyone sitting in silence Skylar decided that she was too hungry to wait any longer, her stomach growling in protest.

“I’m going to head over right now, if anyone wants to join me. I don’t know about y’all but I’m starving.” She said, waiting to see if the others would join her before she made her way down to the tavern.

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Harper rolled his eyes at Skylar's comment. "You know, I'm right here," he stated, stretching his arms behind his head, "And people think I'm the rude one."

Bored with where the conversation was going now (clothes, really?) he pulled out his phone, just to double-check whether there was reception here or not. No bars...he called Sadie just to make sure and was met with an obnoxious beeping. Well, that did make sense...since he doubted there were any satellites or phone towers here. They probably still relied on snail mail.

"Well, it was worth a shot," he mumbled. He still had some battery life left and turned the phone off to conserve it, shoving it back into his pocket.

Around here the announcement for dinner arrangements was made. As if in response, Harper's stomach growled loudly, and he stood up. "Finally!" he exclaimed, "I'm starving."

He was already down the ladder by the time Tallyho announced the others to leave without her, and he was out the door and walking briskly towards the tavern when Skylar spoke up. A tavern... he thought brightly as he pulled open the heavy wooden door and peered around for the ginger, That means Harper will be drunk as a fish tonight!

His eyes followed after a barmaid and his grin tugged wider. And possibly laid.

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Actually, it was a bit uncomfortable. Autumn was going to say something, but Kyle walked in and spoke first. A tavern, huh? They had just arrived and already had to go somewhere. Well, at least there would be food. Probably somewhere to sit, too. As long as she had these things, Autumn was happy.

With a sigh of effort, she sat up bed. “Alright, I’ll join you.” She said, adjusting her flats so that they didn’t pinch her feet. “I’m pretty hungry.” Before she could even stand, Harper was out the door. How she was supposed to work in a team with him was beyond her. She trudged down the stairs, not wanting to think about the trip back up. Following Skylar, she arrived at the tavern.

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The wash room was tucked at the end of the hall of the second floor. It was a small room, with a simple tub and a little side table where a basket of homemade soaps and sheabutter scrapings were kept for the use of customers. A full length mirror was propped in the corner.

Tallyho made about four trips to the well before the tub water was at a decent level; then again, the tub was quite small. It was a lavish wash bowl for a rich woman’s dog and Tallyho had to draw her knees to her chest in order to fit and be at least moderately comfortable.

After getting over the lack of space, and the stale, lukewarm water, Tallyho was able to take a decent wash. She spent minutes on her hair, doing as much as she could with what she had, by lathering her locks with a light rose soap, and conditioning with shea butter she melted by rubbing shavings between her palms until they melted. To be honest, she felt pretty clean, cleaner than she had felt in a long time.

Her dirt tan made way for her natural milky glow. Her hair, though wet, seemed to be a shade lighter; honey blonde curls spiraled down and stuck to her back like fine silk webs. Her lips outgrew their crude, chapped salmons and fitted themselves into a soft, refined pink.

When she finished, she dried herself with one of the crude towels the house keepers place into wash rooms every fifteen minutes. She observed herself in the mirror, pleased with her softer features.

“Too bad I’m gonna get roughed up again,” she offered a slight chuckle when she thought about what a fun night she would have at the tavern—how fat she would get—how many drinks she would have. But her laughter died when she thought about the month warrior business.

She redressed.



The tavern was a lively place. The men were rough, bearded fellows, and the women, most being barmaids, ran on the scale of being a bit homely to rather attractive. Folk music plucked about the room, sheepskin drums were tapped, the lutenists yodeled and howled as they plucked the strings of their wooden lutes and sung oral legends to which their audiences sang along. A few burly men danced about with lazy barmaids. Surly guys held drinking games on the other side of the room. A pack of old men laughed loudly at dirty jokes at a table nearby Haru’s. This was truly a working class man’s paradise.

Seeing the warriors flood in, Haru waved his hand, inviting the first to arrive—Harper—to the largest table in the room, and he continued to do the same to the others as they stumbled in.

“Well welcome to your first dining experience here on Aires,” he said as he gestured to the seats. “I suppose I should begin by giving you an idea about the country you are in and the most common foods that are around here.”

The redhead reached down into his pocket and withdrew a small map. He flattened it out on the table and set his finger on a large continent in the south west corner of the drawing. Within that form, he gestured towards a tiny mark labelled “Tabbard”.

“We are in Solace right now, a very rural, agricultural country where the wheat fields are high, and the beer is fresh. Here you will find lots of corn dishes—fried corn, smoked corn, corn pudding. Wheat is pretty big here too, so there are lots of plain cakes and what not. But meat is a little sparse, so people here mainly each chicken, but sometimes trappers can snag bears and stags. There are lots of peaches in this country, and I mean a lot. I mean, every dessert on this menu probably has peaches in it. But if there aren’t peaches, there is probably Banya in your cake—a fruit that is only native to this region. It’s pretty good raw, but people like to put it in pastries, liquors, even medicine if their crazy enough.”



Tallyho entered the tavern. The familiar smells washed over her and the corners of her mouth twitched into a slight smile. She could feel the light breezes against her pores—and oh—it felt great to be fresh and clean. It was as if she never knew the little vagabond she once was. She felt great, she looked great—at least she thought she did—and now she was getting free food and alcohol. Oh, this Month Warrior thing might be a little amazing.

She made her way to Haru’s table and took a seat—in too good of a mood to pay attention to who she was sitting next to. Just as she settled down, a middle-aged bar maid made her way over to the table.

“Would you all like the house beer?” Her voice was a little raspy. Haru leaned forward, asserting his position as the speaker of the table, knowing that most of them had no idea what they were doing.

He held his finger up as if to tell their waitress to wait a second, then looked back at the group.

“You people are all about seventeen, right?” he didn’t wait for an answer, “they’ll each take one. No seconds though. I’m not sure how they will react to such a strong one.”

As the maid walked away, Haru looked back at the group.

“If I find out that you’re under seventeen and your drinking this shit, I’m going to kick your asses,” he made his threat short, sweet, and to the point. He wanted to give them a good time, but he didn’t want them dying of alcohol poisoning so early in the game.

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“Says the boy who bolted at the first sign of trouble back in Central Park. And for the record,” Skylar said sweetly in response to Harper’s earlier remark as she slid into one of the chairs at the table. “You did deserve it.”

She felt the grumbling in her stomach growing louder as Haru described all the food, the smells alone making her mouth water.
Free food and free beer? And it was completely legal? Skylar was beginning to think that this alone made up for the pure chaos that the tavern offered. Maybe if she got drunk enough she’d be able to ignore the noise and stench of the place.

An awkward sort of silence had fallen over the group, the tension making Skylar slightly uncomfortable.

“Alright, I know this is lame but we might as well get to know each other if we’re going to be spending so much time together,” She said suddenly, running a hand through her hair. “Anyway, um. I’m Skylar. I’m originally from Florida but I’m studying communications at New York University
” She trailed off, hoping that someone else would hopefully join in and she wouldn’t feel like a huge dumbass.