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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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Haru snickered. Well apparently Harper wasn’t paying attention. Oh well, he just hoped the boy wouldn’t get alcohol poisoning. He almost couldn’t wait until training started, just so he could show them what they were in for. But meh
 The redhead stood up and made his way towards the back door for a smoke.

“So are we going time or amount?” The red bearded one asked.

“Amount,” Tallyho interjected, “stealth is for cowards.”

She looked her opponent in the eye, his focus unwavering.

“Well then amount it is,” another man huffed, “make yer bets!”

Most of the bystanders put their money on black beard, but the redbearded man put a few pieces on Tallyho’s end.
“I’ll give’r something. She’s got spirit,” he howled as he pressed a patronizing palm to her shoulder and threw his head back for a fit of jolly, drunken, guttural laughter. The others joined in and Tallyho snatched her frame from his grip, tossed her hair over her shoulders, and pressed her elbows onto the table.

“Are we going or what?” she growled loudly.

“Okay, okay,” the redhead hummed, “you boys—and er girl—know the drill. Each of them takes a turn on a shot and they keep going till oneofem’ throws their mother’s lunch! Agreed?”

“Agreed,” the table chimed in loudly.

“We’ll make it easy for you and have him take that first shot—“

The strong liquor made a flaming trail down Tallyho’s throat and landed in the fire pit of her stomach. Her face—once turned to ceiling and pressed to cup—lowered to meet the gaze of her opposite.

“Your turn,” she said, and the table gave a roar.

Blackbeard grunted and took a cup to his lips. The drink disappeared and he set it to the table.

Tallyho went again—consuming her shot with the same solid swagger.

The duo continued the drinking game. Ten minutes in, and the barmaid was bringing two new trays of twelve shots.
“I see that your nose is painted,” Tallyho laughed. Though she was a little giddy she was nowhere near as drunk as the average man would be. It seemed like after she found her necklace, she was a more focused and sobered person.

“My nose ain’t painted,” he huffed, words drizzling like sap from an old tree. It was his turn again and he drank, and so did Tallyho.

“What number are we on?” She asked five minutes later. “Fifteen? Eighteen?”

The man grunted and took his turn.

Tallyho downed her shot and watched as he took a limp hand to another cup.

“You sure about that?” she asked.

He wasn’t focused enough to pierce her with his eyes. The men around the table jabbered on nervously.
“Keep going,” one said, “I have money on you!”

Tallyho smirked as the man took his glass and sat back in his chair.

The liquor fell into his lap, the glass shattered on the floor. Another roar erupted from the group as Tallyho spooned her earnings to her chest.

“I ain’t lettin’ that little hussie take my money,” a man from the back rang.

“No me either!”

“Hey now! I’m getting my share a put my bet on her fair and square,” the red bearded man howled.
“Well she ain’t human!” another man hissed.

Tallyho furrowed her brows, “I won it, there’s nothing else to it.”

She slid the redheads winnings to him and used black beard’s sack to stuff her spoils.

“You little gypsy witch, I want my gold back,” a man yelled as he lunged at her from across the table. Tallyho, one to give way to her reflexes kicked the table over for the bottom. The glasses shattered on the dance floor. The redbearded man got a shard in his eye and he backed into another man who shoved him into a barmaid, who chucked her corn soup at a mustachioed fellow. The mustachioed fellow threw the bowl at red beard, but it missed and he hit black beard instead who made a drunken stumble into the table of a young couple enjoying a chicken dish.

The young couple cussed and fussed and soon punches were being thrown. Barmaids were swarming around the scene trying to restrain red beard who was swinging his arms in a fit of rage. Meanwhile Tallyho was walking out of the door with her bag of gold, a foaming wave of blonde, cruising through the door and melting into the night.

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


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

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


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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel Character Portrait: Haru Karokav Character Portrait: Gwenneth Yuan
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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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When Haru put out his smoke, Kyle was able to breathe easier. He didn't realize it was the redhead guardian until he heard the voice. It didn't sound like he was too happy though. The shorter blond swallowed nervously, but he could take no blame for what happened, and pulled himself together to speak. Immediately, he was interrupted by none other than Harper. The shorter blond huffed briefly, but otherwise didn't acknowledge the jerk's presence. He took another step back and tried again to answer the guardian's question. "A fight broke out, but I swear we had nothing to do with it." Okay so he wasn't completely ignoring Harper. They were stuck in this mess together, and it was fair to give him credit for NOT being a jerk even if it was only for a moment. Kyle was pretty sure as soon as whatever potential danger had passed he would be back to his irritating self.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Ahh
 sh—“

Haru paced back and forth for a few seconds.

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

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



Tallyho struggled to hold her bag.

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

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

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

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

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

Then Gwen asked a question about Eastwards.

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

After a moment of silence she began to speak again.

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

Tallyho dropped the bag before her own toes.

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

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

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

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Chairs, Harper decided, were much more useful than he had originally thought. By the time he had barreled through the exit, the others trailing behind him, he had already made up his mind to keep the one he was holding. It was nice wood, too. Maybe he could find a way to make it collapsible and--

His thoughts were interrupted by the blond boy's voice and then Haru, who counted out loud who was present and who wasn't before returning back into the tavern. Harper gave an exasperated sigh after looking around at their exact numbers. "I told everyone to haul ass," he stated, rotating the chair so that it was upside down and touching the ground, and he leaned against it, holding the legs, "'s not my fault they didn't listen."

His cheek still felt hot where the guy had punched him, probably swollen and red. Nothing some ice couldn't fix, though.

Never a fan of waiting around, Harper dug into his pocket and pulled out the wheat roll he had stored. Unwrapping the cloth napkin around it, he let it fall on the base of the chair and bit into the still soft bread. At the second bite a sharp pain emitted from the back of his upper jaw, and when he quickly pulled the bread away, he felt something small and hard drop onto his tongue. Spitting it out into the palm of his hand, he realized it was a tooth.

"That asshat knocked out my tooth!" he exclaimed. Closer examination in the dark street revealed a metallic luster. "It's my goddamn gold tooth, too! I knew that dentist was cheap." Grumbling, he shoved the tooth into his pocket and pulled the bread apart into strips, chewing on the opposite side of the tooth's origin.

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No way was Kyle going anywhere. Haru didn't have to worry about that. He had more than enough excitement for one day. That fight he got into at school, people chasing him on the street, that monster in Central Park, transporting to a completely different world to fight even more monsters-Man, he didn't want to do this anymore- and then a barfight. "I just want to go to bed," he muttered and hunkered down to start chomping on his own roll.

In between bites, he looked up to see how the little huddle of survivors were holding up. Some of them got knocked around more than he did. Kyle did duck under tables and such to avoid people. He already had a black eye from before they even got here, and couldn't afford any more injuries especially if they're stuck in the middle ages. Harper got hit pretty hard on one side of his face, and somehow took a chair out of the tavern. What would he do with that? The girls and a second blond boy sounded out of breath, but he didn't see any obvious injuries. "Good luck," he said quietly in the evening air.

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As Autumn began doing readings for Jason and Harper Skylar found herself beginning to zone out, slowly nursing the beer Haru had ordered for her. She might have talked a big game but in all honesty she wasn’t really a fan of alcohol, the way it muddled her thoughts and made her head heavy. While she may have had a high tolerance for pain, she was a lightweight when it came to drinking, her small stature not helping in that department.

One couldn’t hurt though, and everyone else was drinking. Besides, once she got over how strong it was, it was actually pretty good, serving as a distraction from the crowded pub.

The sounds of a bar fight erupting from across the room snapped Skylar out of her thoughts, her light eyes widening at the chaos. Squinting, she thought she could make out Tallyho in the distance and she vaguely remembered the blonde excusing herself from the group earlier.

What happened next seemed to happen in a blur, the fight getting worse as the sounds of drunken men shouting and glasses breaking filling the air. The rest of the month warriors scattered, leaving Skylar alone and slightly buzzed, a combination that didn't mix very well.

Skylar liked to be in control, liked to know exactly what was going to happen. Suddenly the events from the day hit her hard, her mind going into overdrive as she felt an anxious feeling starting to settle in the pit of her stomach.

She knew she had to get out of there, as quickly and injure free as possible. However, her plans didn't work out as well as she had hoped, drunken men stumbling over her as she tried to hurry out. She was starting to feel extremely claustrophobic, her heart racing as she felt her chest tighten. She felt an elbow collide with her face, another knocking her in the side.

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die.

Moments later she burst out of the pub, her breaths shallow as she let herself slump to the ground. The night air was cool against her skin, a drastic change from the musty smell inside the pub. She hadn’t felt this way in months, she thought that she had gotten over it


Looking up she saw the rest of the warriors, save for Tallyho and Gwen. The others seemed to be battered as well, some more so than others. Feeling slightly lightheaded, she wiped her face with the back of her hand only to realize that her nose was bleeding.

“I’m going to be sick.” Skylar mumbled as she watched Harper spit his tooth into his hand, her cheeks flushing.

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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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Everyone seemed to be injured in some way. Autumn herself had a few sore spots and cuts, though following Harper seemed to leave her less wounded than some others in the group. At least all of her teeth were still there. They were, weren’t they? She wiggled her jaw and tapped her teeth against each other just in case. Yeah, still there. Leaning against the side of the building, she rummaged through her purse to look for a few bandages. New technology or not, she didn’t want any open wounds in this sort of environment. What if she got sick? Alas, they didn’t find their way into her fingers. She gave up, too tired and frustrated to continue her search. Soon enough, the rest of the group made their way out of the tavern.

At least they had bandages back at the inn. Autumn waited for Harper to be done with the roll, grateful that she only had minor injuries. Some of the others looked like they had been in a train wreck. Perhaps she would wait until everyone was bandaged up. In the meantime, she listened to Haru speak of that night’s events. True, they weren’t exactly what Autumn would call a stellar group. But how was she to know that the situation Tallyho got in was dangerous? For all she knew, that was just the way Aires was. Well, nothing to do but learn from that experience. Maybe his talk would make everyone start seeing eye to eye. Probably not, but it was a nice enough thought. She bandaged her wounds as soon as the gauze was passed to her, passing it on to the next victim of the bar fight. Stomach still growling, Autumn lay down in bed. “Well, I’m going to sleep. Let’s hope tomorrow is better, yeah?” She yawned, curling up on the less than comfortable bed. In the fetal position, she hugged her purse tightly. Soon enough, she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

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Standing up on shaky legs, Skylar pressed her hand up against her nose to stop the blood from getting everywhere before slowly trudging after Haru and the others.

The trip back up to the attic seemed longer than she had remembered it, and Skylar let out a sigh of relief once they reached the room. Flopping down on her bed, she muttered out a thanks to Haru as the gauze was passed around, fumbling to try and rip off a piece while keeping her nose from bleeding all over the place. Finally able to tear a section free, she pinched her nose with the gauze and tilted her head forward in hopes of stopping the bleeding before she made herself sick. Her pain tolerance may have been high, but she was squeamish when it came to the blood and guts of it. Tossing the roll to the next person, she turned her attention back to Haru who had begun to talk about all that destiny crap again.

She was starting to wonder why she had accepted this so easily in the first place, going through the portal earlier without a second guess. Maybe that Harper kid had actually had the right idea to question it all so much. It was too late now, though, and the only thing she could do was grin and bear it.

She was definitely guilty of most of the problems Haru was listing off- not like she wasn’t already used to being a disappointment. If they were going to be stuck together she figured she should probably filter herself a little more and not be so quick to snap back at the others. That and the fact that Haru seemed like the type of person whose bad side you never wanted to get on. Tomorrow was a new day though, maybe she could redeem herself.

It only took about ten minutes for her nose to stop bleeding, the incident leaving her face and hands covered with dried blood. Despite the exhaustion racking her body she figured that she should wash up now rather than in the morning when they would most likely be rushed out of the inn and to their next destination.

Grabbing a fresh piece of gauze, she slipped out of the attic and down to the front desk. The woman working seemed nice enough, giving Skylar a bucket and directing her to the well outside.
Heading outside, she filled the bucket up with enough water to rinse her face and hands off. The water was freezing, sloshing over the sides and onto her pants as she carried it back inside.

She reached the washroom only to realize that she wasn’t alone, Harper sitting inside washing his clothes.
“Oh,” She said, cheeks flushing. Well this was awkward. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were in here. I just have to wash up, I promise I won’t take long.”

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Harper didn't even realize Skylar had entered until she spoke. Slightly startled, his hum had stopped mid-note quite abruptly when he turned to see who was there. He spat out his gauze, feeling the hole with his tongue and deciding the blood had stopped. He folded the gauze inside out and put it into his back pocket to throw away later.

"No worries," he answered, "I'm just...you know...washin' my clothes." Really, he didn't mind her being here. It wasn't like he was completely naked. And even if he was, he still wouldn't care. He had never been one to be modest about his body. After being a swimmer for so long, there wasn't much to be modest about.

Squinting at her face a little more, he gestured at his nose, "You got a little blood..." his finger circled around his entire face, "Everywhere..."

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"Ah, yeah. Thanks," Skylar mumbled, wrinkling her nose as she walked further inside and set her bucket down. Grabbing one of the towels hanging on the wall, she dipped the cloth into the water before wiping herself off. Wincing at the cold, she held back a quiet gasp as she scrubbed at her face before working to get the dried blood off of her hands. The towels weren't exactly the softest, the rough material rubbing her skin raw. It was better than nothing though, the icy water helping once she had gotten used to it.

"Hey, um, listen. I'm sorry for being such a brat earlier," Skylar said after a few moments, breaking the silence that filled the air between the two of them. She figured she might as well try being a little nicer to him and there was no time like the present. "I'm not very good at filtering myself sometimes."

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Harper wasn't used to apologies, regardless of whether they came from him or someone else. Skylar's definitely caught him off guard. On one hand, he wanted to rub it in her face. After all, she had been acting like she had some personal vendetta against him ever since the park. But then again, he hadn't actually been offended by anything she had said.

"Don't worry about it," he finally said, and quite sincerely. He wrung his clothes of water as he continued talking, "Believe me, I've seen brats, both child and adult. You're not so bad. Besides, I never filter what I say. In case you couldn't tell." The last part he said with a sarcastic grin. "People just need to learn to take a joke."

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Skylar was slightly surprised at the sincerity of his words- Harper actually being genuine? She couldn't believe it. She wasn't going to question it though, instead nodding as she gave him a half smile.

"I grew up with five brothers, so I should be used to it," She said, a shrug rolling off her shoulders. "That being said, it also rubbed off on me too. I guess everyone's just on edge today- I hear traveling to a different universe and being told that you're one of the "chosen ones" can do that to you."

She finished washing up, wringing the towel out over the bucket. "Anyway, I'm exhausted so I think I'm going to head to bed now. We got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, yeah?" She gave him another half smile before standing up, stretching her arms out over her head. "Don't stay up too late."

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