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Sophi Chapters

"I'd rather you not bother me right now..go away."

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a character in “Black light, White shadow”, as played by HereMeNow

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< Sopheria Eve Chapters >
< Sophi >

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- Age -
16

- Height -
5'0"

- Weight -
102lbs

- Race -
Half Reaper, half human

- Appearance -
Sophi is a small, petite girl with creamy pale skin and vibrant pink eyes that seem to glow in the night. She has long, silvery white hair that ends just a little passed her hips and she usually wears it down. She never wears baggy clothing or anything too bright, usually wearing solid colored clothes and has never been seen in anything other than skirts or dresses. She's always seen wearing a headband, though the style and color of it constantly changes. She walks with an elegant stride and many people say that they've never seen her smile before. The girl never wears any kind of makeup, but her eye lashes are naturally thick and her lips have a slight pink tint to them.




- Personality -
Sophi is a very detached girl, often having a spaced out look on her face and she usually keeps her distance from others. She not shy in the slightest, but prefers to avoid having a conversation with others. Despite her small stature, she somehow has a superior aura to her and she's often very confident in herself, though others might find this trait to just be cockiness. She speaks her mind with little remorse, and in truth she's not exactly good at reading others emotions. She may insult and talk down on others without even realizing it, which is why most who know of her prefer to avoid her. She's intelligent and isn't afraid to let it show, basically believing that everyone has a dumb spot in their minds except for herself. It's not that she tries to be rude on purpose, it's just, more than likely, she's unaware that she's doing it. It's rare for her to show any emotions herself and has a naturally calm and stoic demeanor, though she can be quite serious as well and it's hard for her to understand when people are joking or being honest. Sophi is often cold-hearted and every now and then she can even be a tad aggressive. Still, most don't realize that she can also be quite caring and sensitive as well, though it's not likely she'd show anyone that side of her.

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- Equipment -
> Sophi wears a silver bracelet around her left wrist at all times and almost never removes it. Attached to the chain is a single charm; a dull silver box with simple engravings decorating all sides of it. The little charm actually holds Sopheria's Reaper scythe. The scythe has a black, thick curved handle that leads to a large, three-pointed blade with the color fading into a darker purple. When the box charm is opened, a dark purple light follows, forming the scythe which Sophi, weirdly enough, calls Blackie. As far as she knows, the only beings who can open the box other than herself are other demons, making angels and humans incapable of doing so.

- Abilities -
> As for her magical abilities, Sophi's only power is black magic. To be more specific, her power is death, being capable of causing plants to whither and animals to grow deathly ill as well as poisoning liquids and making food rot and turn sour. As for humans though, the most she can do is cause them to fall asleep or, depending on their body strength and will, make them become very drowsy. She can also make them fall slightly ill, but using her abilities can be rather exhausting and the effect can even bounce back on her if she's not strong enough to use them correctly, though she does well at remembering her limits.

> Being part Reaper, Sophi also has the ability to connect herself with the spirit world with enables her to speak with the dead, but she rarely does so unless she needs some information that only spirits can offer. Since she's part human though, she doesn't have the ability to send ghosts of the dead to rest. It used to bother her greatly when she was young, but quickly grew to ignore the guilt as she got older. She can listen to the voices of the dead better than she can see them, usually only being able to see the outlines or faded images of them, but sensing their presence is pretty easy for her.

> Last but not least, Sophi is much stronger than she looks. How else to you expect her to be able to swing around a scythe that's bigger than she is? Being only part Reaper though, she's not even close to being immortal and is actually injured quite easily. She can take on a lot of damage and heals a little faster than a normal human, but she bruises easy and even she can feel pain.


- Biography -
Sophi was born on June 3rd to her human mother with a Reaper for a father. She could see the spirits of the dead for as long as she could remember but, growing up in the human world, she was never aware of her fathers identity and since he left a year after she was born, she never actually met him. Not until, that is, until she encountered a rogue spirit that tried to attack her on her way home late one night from piano practice. She was only nine at the time when her father appeared and rescued her from the danger, sending the spirit to rest before taking her home. Her mother was completely shocked to see him, but relieved and happy at the same time, though her attitude quickly changed when she found out why he was actually there. Sophi was to enter the spirit world to learn the ways of a Reaper and, with her mother being unable to refuse, Sophi left her home the morning after. She underwent training for two years before it was halted after her father discovered she couldn't send spirits to rest and she was quickly removed for being an 'incomplete' being. Her mother was thrilled, but by then Sophi had completely changed and after a year of trying to get her old daughter back, Sophi's mother slowly started shutting her out and rarely interacted with her at all, much like she wasn't even there. Another year passed and Sophi's mother died of cancer, leaving Sophi to take care of herself. She continues to go to school, but she has little thought of the future and she hasn't used her Reaper abilities since she left the spirit realm.

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The afternoon sun shone through the windows of the local library, its golden rays drifting over the mostly empty table and between the bookshelves. During days like these, there was never any need to use the lights and the temperature outside was perfect with only a slight breeze flowing by now and then. Despite the beautiful day, Sophi remained in the library, as she did almost every weekend. The white-haired girl never had a reason to be anywhere else and it was quiet here. She wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to talk to her since the people in the large library all seemed to be busy with their own concerns. Sophi sat at a long empty table in the seat furthest from the window, a book opened in front of her with a small bag of chocolate ships sitting on the table in front of her. The book she was reading was old, the corners of the hard cover worn down and the pages faded and yellowed. The old history book would be thrown out and replaced with a new one soon, but it didn't sadden Sophi. She did like reading, but she mostly came here to avoid people and to pass the time, and what better way to do that than to bury yourself in a book?

She reached her hand out, the little charm on her left wrist jingling as she stuck her hand into the chocolate ship bag and pulled out a little chocolate kiss and stuck it into her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue before swallowing it. At first, the library never allowed food, but after she continued bringing snacks even after they warned her multiple times, they just gave up and since she never made a mess, they didn't have much of a problem with it anymore. She attempted to flip one of the pages, but the paper slipped from the books and fell onto her lap. She stared at it for a moment before putting it back in its place and closing the book, leaving the table to find a new one.

Normally she'd come dressed in a sweater vest or button up shirt with one of her many plaid skirts, but today she instead decided to wear a dress. It wasn't anything special, just a simple black dress with white lace on the bottom and top, the skirt ending just above her knees. She also wore a pair of black, knee-length socks and dark blue, lace up ankle boots. Her choice of headband that day more or less matched her outfit; a simple band with a blue laced bow on the top right side of it. She wasn't trying to dress up, but with her silver hair and pale skin, the dress gave her a very doll-like appearance. She made her way down one of the tall isles of books until she stopped closer to the back, scanning her vibrant eyes over the rows of books until they stopped on another old book with the gold label fading. This time it was a science-fiction book, one she had read before but still found interesting. It seems the library had moved it up a couple of shelves, since this time as she tried to grab it she couldn't reach the shelf it sat on, even after she spent a little while stretching up on her toes. She could've picked another book, but she wanted to read that one. If only she were a few inches taller.

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With a dull thud, the old tome snapped shut and dust flew off of the pages. Allen readjusted the glasses on his growingly more frustrated looking face, forcing the weathered book back into its place on the shelf. Useless. He'd been scouring the library for a suitable book to reference in his assignment, but to no avail. Either the books were too old to be reliable for current information or they covered completely irrelevant topics--there was a surprising number of books on fish, he'd discovered.

He hated fish.

Another frustrated sigh later, he scanned the area. He was getting nowhere and it was getting late. He'd try a different section. Somewhere with less fish. Preferably no fish at all. He hated fish and their beady fish eyes.

Shifting the leather satchel on his shoulder, he sauntered over to the other side of the library... where someone he recognized was engaging in a silent struggle for a book placed just inches too high on the shelf. The young student council member adjusted his glasses with a fire in his eyes before plucking the desired book from its perch.

"How stubborn," Allen glared with a sigh, "You realize there are step-ladders right behind you, right?"

He stared down through his glasses at the sci-fi novel in his hands, before finally handing it over disinterestedly. He shifted the satchel on his shoulder again so he could run a hand through his hair. Another crisis averted by Allen the Great.

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Almost..just a little further!

She strained a little more, trying to grasp the book just above her fingers, but Sophi just couldn't seem to be able to reach the shelf. Then there was another hand that pulled her book off the shelf and Sophi let the heels of her shoes settle back on the carpet floor and turned slightly to see who had gotten in the way of her quest. She knew the boy from school, though she'd never actually talked to him before, mainly because he wouldn't be on her 'Favorite People' list if she were to ever write one. She wasn't normally the kind to judge others, but this boy just had some kind of aura to him that she didn't like.

"How stubborn, you realize there are step-ladders right behind you, right?"

Sophi's eyes widened for a moment at the sudden realization. She'd been so absorbed in trying to reach the book herself to notice the step ladder against the other shelf. "I didn't see them." She replied simply with her slightly monotone voice. He handed the book to her and she hesitated for a second before taking it and looking down at the cover. "I..could've gotten it myself without the stepladder," She mumbled before looking up at him blankly. "Thank you..."

She'd seen him at the library a few times, but he always looked to be disappointed for some reason, which she wasn't all too concerned about. If she'd just been able to reach the book, he probably wouldn't of even come up to her. Most likely he just wanted some credit for helping out. Either way, she had her book now and would hopefully be able to cut off this conversation soon. Or perhaps she was being a little too judgmental of him. After all, she'd never actually talked to him until now, but she still hoped this conversation wouldn't last too long.

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Allen finally brought his eyes away from the bookshelf and to the girl next to him, expectantly.
"I..could've gotten it myself without the stepladder... Thank you..."
"You're welcome," he said with a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his brow. He'd said it automatically, insincerely.

He hadn't recalled ever speaking to this girl before, but he easily recognized her as someone he'd seen around school. She seemed quiet. Introverted. Surprisingly stubborn. Looked younger too. A small girl who he was a couple heads taller than. His eyes sharpened as he examined her. White hair. Pink eyes. Magical? Most likely. Angel? But no wings... His eyes softened a bit.
His gaze fell back on the bookshelf in front of them, and Allen didn't notice the awkward silence that filled the air.

"Allen," he said disinterestedly while opening a book he'd just pulled out, "My name."
He didn't look at her but he flipped through the pages with an impatient glare. Tch. Still nothing that could help him with his assignment. He scanned the shelf for more historical fiction.

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It was silent for a little while after she thanked him for getting her the book she couldn't reach. He'd said you're welcome and then began to look over the books on the shelves himself, but Sophi wasn't sure if that was a cue that it was alright for her to walk away now. He wasn't saying anything, and she had nothing to say either, so just standing there in silence made her feel a little off as she stood there looking down at the cover of her book.

"Allen."

The boy broke the silence after pulling out another book from the shelf and opening it up.

"My name."

Sophi had heard that name before and now she remembered him better. He was on the student council for school. "Sopheria", she replied, looking back up at him and watched as an even more disappointed expression crossed his face while he flipped the pages of an old fiction history book; not one that she'd read yet. "What are you looking for?", She asked curiously, taking a small step forward and stretching her neck a little, trying to get a glimpse of what was written on the pages of the book, though he was flipping them a tad too quickly for her to see anything. Sophi read often, but she wasn't very good at speed reading and always took her time when going over the words, preferring to catch every detailed thing she could about the story. He was obviously looking for a specific kind of book.

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"Sopheria," she had said, and Allen continued to flip through the book, as if she hadn't said anything at all.

"What are you looking for?" Sopheria moved closer, peering over his arm at the book in his hands.

He snapped the book shut defensively, with a frown, before pushing it back into the shelf and pulling out another, "Book for school."
He paused for a moment as he flipped through the next book. Again, finding nothing. He flicked his eyes over to look at Sopheria, but brought his gaze back to the bookshelf after a split second.
"I'm looking for a book on the history of healing magic," the strawberry blonde finally elaborated.

He'd been searching for ages now, without much success, and his frustration was reaching dire levels. He checked the time with a grimace. He had a little bit of time left until he had to be at work, but not much.
"You'd think a town filled with magic and spirits would have a few books on healing magic," he sighed, brushing a hand through his hair, "but, oh no, that'd be too useful. Let's fill the library with books on aquatic vermin instead. That sounds great!" He fumed to himself, rubbing his temple.

He finally brought his eyes back to Sopheria with a hopeless sigh, "You wouldn't happen to be an expert?"

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He snapped the book shut before she could get a chance to have a readable glance at it.

"Book for school."

Sophi narrowed her eyes at him slightly and took a small step back, returning to her previous position as Allen pushed the book back onto the shelf and hastily chose another one, still looking unsatisfied. Clearly he must've been looking for something for a while and still hadn't found anything, but she could be wrong. He just looked awfully frustrated over not finding a book that was simply for school.

"I'm looking for a book on the history of healing magic.", he said finally after letting his eyes roam over the shelves again.

Sophi tilted her head a little, giving him a curious look as he started to rant about how the library didn't have what he was looking for. She may not of been an expert on emotions, but this boy was clearly at the edge of his boiling point. He rubbed the side of his head for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and he seemed to calm down a little more, turning to look at her.

"You wouldn't happen to be an expert?"

She'd never found a reason to pull out a book on healing magic. After all, the only kind of magic that came to her ended up killing things, so healing wasn't really her forte. But, after feeling slightly upset that she'd needed help getting her own book down, she wanted to do something to show she wasn't completely clueless. "Stop complaining first", she said bluntly, setting her book on the shelf below the one it was originally on. She could go back to it later and read it. "You won't find anything if you give yourself a headache by thinking too much and getting angry. Over here."

She then turned her back to him and walked down the isle, figuring he'd follow her. Taking a left, she passed a few shelves before stopping at a door that read 'Staff Only' and pushed it open. She hit the switch and the light flickered in the medium-sized room, showing a number of boxes stacked around the pale yellow walls. "They are going to get rid of these because they are breaking.", she said blankly, stepping aside and letting the door close and leaning her back on the wall beside it with her hands behind her back. She'd only come to this room a couple of times to read old books that she liked but were being thrown out, other than that she never found much of a reason to come here and the first time she tried to open the door she was scolded at by a librarian.

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He hadn't expected an answer from the silver-haired girl, so he rested his hand on his chin, wondering what to do next. He had thought that a book on healing magic would be easy enough to procure, yet he'd found next to nothing. Did his classmates already check them all out? Unlikely. He was pretty sure the people in his class were taking their Saturday off, lazing about and accomplishing nothing. For a few of them, he'd be surprised if they could even read--judging by the number of times they pestered him for help.

"Stop complaining first," Sopheria's voice cut through Allen's thoughts, causing him to snap out of his daze. "You won't find anything if you give yourself a headache by thinking too much and getting angry. Over here."

As the girl walked off, Allen looked after her with a curious expression. "Hm..." the blonde cocked his head sideways and blinked, before catching up to her stride and falling in beside her. He stayed silent, choosing to observe his new acquiantance rather than speak. She was petite. Pale. Like a doll. He'd expected her to be... frail, shy, nervous. Yet, from the aura she gave off, she seemed very much in charge. Confident. Calm. --He pulled his gaze away as they came to a stop-- Cold...

Sopheria entered the room, and Allen's eyes went first from the door to the girl inside before taking a step in. He gestured to the 'Staff Only' sign with his thumb, "Good to know this is effective at keeping people out," the boy remarked sarcastically, mostly to himself.

"They are going to get rid of these because they are breaking," the white-haired girl said, but Allen had already set his satchel down and begun looking over the labelled boxes.

"Gardening... cooking... romance," he read aloud, going from box to box, "Aha..." He lifted up a particularly dusty box to reveal another labelled 'magic'. He opened it up and searched through the books inside, occasionally coughing at the dust in the air. "Some of these are ancient..." he stated pointlessly, barely acknowledging the existence of the person who led him here.
He continued shuffling through the books, but his eyes would, every so often, flit to look at Sopheria for a split second. Likewise, every few moments or so, he would open his mouth, as if to say something, before inevitably closing it again.

Finally, he broke the silence. "You come here a lot." It wasn't a question, he simply stated it. "To the library, I mean," the blonde continued speaking but didn't look up. "Must be on good terms with the library staff if you can get away with coming in here." He paused as he flipped open a relatively intact tome. "Or you scare them."
Allen's eyes stopped on the words 'History of Healing Magic', and he made a small, satisfied smirk--on the inside. "Found it," he announced, anticlimactically.

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She watched quietly as Allen began searching the boxes before stopping at one with the word 'magic' printed on one side of it. Most of the books on magic had been tossed somewhere aside and were being replaced. It was almost as if the town wanted to forget about the events of the past, and getting rid of the evidence one book at a time was a small start. She wasn't as curious anymore as to why he wanted to find the history book. In fact, she'd nearly lost all interest in the thought since it really wasn't her business. As far as she was concerned, he'd helped her get the book she was trying to reach and she showed him where he could find the book he was searching for, and in her head that made them even. She didn't like getting help, so this was a way of making it alright.

"You come here a lot. To the library, I mean."

Sophi had started staring at the floor in front of her, spacing out slightly as she rummaged through her thoughts. It took her a moment to realize the boy had spoken to her before she raised her head a little and moved her vibrant eyes from the floor to where he knelt near the box he was digging through.

"Must be on good terms with the library staff if you can get away with coming in here." He paused as he flipped open a relatively intact tome. "Or you scare them."

She remained quiet as he pulled out another book.

"Found it."

She didn't really know whether or not she should reply to his previous statement or not. It looked like he found what he was looking for, so it would make sense for her to leave now without having to talk to him anymore. She still had her bag of chocolate chips sitting on the table near the window, waiting for her to return. "It's quiet here.", she replied finally after some thought, "It's easy to pass the time. The staff members usually don't come here during hours, so they won't notice." She softly pushed herself off the wall and took a few steps towards Allen to slightly bend down, placing her hands on her knees to support herself. "If that's the book you want, you might as well take it with you. By next month the older box's will be thrown out.." She paused a moment, looking down at the books stacked inside the box.

"It must be sad to be a book." She said dully before straightening up, "Is that all you wanted?"

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"If that's the book you want, you might as well take it with you. By next month the older box's will be thrown out.." Allen heard Sopheria say from right next to him. He hadn't really been paying much attention, so his eyes shifted from the book over to the girl beside him. "It must be sad to be a book." He turned his head sideways and raised an eyebrow with a frown.

"I don't think the books are too broken up about it," Allen commented impassionately, his attention focused back on the book in his hand, "Better than having creepy library people poke and grab you all day, though." He stood up and hooked his satchel back over his shoulder, sliding the book into it.

"Is that all you wanted?"

Allen turned back to look at Sopheria, putting a hand under his chin to think. "For now," he finally relented, taking a step toward the door.

"Gotta run," the blonde said vaguely, announcing his exit. He paused, however, and didn't move. He was thoughtful for a moment and opened his mouth to say something, before deciding against it and sighing instead, "See you at school."

And with one last dissatisfied look, he left.

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"See you at school.

With that, Allen left, taking the book and his belongings with him. The room was silent for a moment after the door shut and Sopheria spent a couple of minutes quietly closing the box and setting it back where it was sitting originally, having no problem lifting it. After making sure the room once again looked the way it did before the two of them entered, she flipped of the light and left, closing the door behind her. Her conversation with Allen seemed to push itself to the back of her mind, much like most of the days events. Her thoughts were usually quite empty and she preferred it that way. It somehow made the days go faster when she didn't interact with others.

She reached her table and rolled up her bag of chocolate chips before looking up to the clock on the wall. It was late afternoon already, perhaps a few hours away from dinner time. There was no point in reading her book now, though chances were the librarians would put it back in the spot above the shelf she'd placed it on. Next time she would use the step stool, it was time to go home now. She left the library building, chocolate chips in hand as she made her way down the sidewalk to the lower part of town.

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Sophi opened the front door of her home; a tan, two-story house. The sidewalk leading to the door was dirty and cracked, with the short white fence out front peeling and rotting. It had been a while since anyone had taken the time to care for the now dead garden to the left of the house and the grass had grown tall around the walk way. None of this bother Sophi as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. In the front room there used to be plenty of furniture, but there was now only a single cushion sitting in front of the fire place to the right. To the left there sat a long table, fit for six and used to be used as the dining room table, but there was now only one chair and the the white table cloth had been removed. Down the hallway would be a mostly empty bathroom and another empty room that would lead through a class door to a small back porch. Sophi made her way up the stairs to another hallway, first her parents old room would be to the right, then her room farther back to the left and then a guest room at the end to the right. All the rooms were empty except for her room, and a dusty dresser still sat in her parents room while a mattress lay on the guest room floor.

She made her way back to her door and opened it, stepping inside and dropping her half eaten bag of chocolate chips on the desk to the right of her against the wall beside the door. The floor was covered in thick, pale pink carpet and a dresser stood against the left wall. The wall across from her was empty, though a square window was placed in the middle of the wall and light blue curtains remained draped over them. To the right was a simple twin-sized bed with a velvet red blanket and two red pillows, the color matching her dresser and desk. A few feet above her pillow a single shelf was nailed into the wall, containing a few large books and a couple of children's tales as well. She slipped off her boots, tossing them into the walk-in-closet to the left of the room beside her dresser, the door usually remaining open. Then she walked across the room to her bed and stood on top of it, picking out one of the mystery novels, one she'd read plenty of times before, and then laying on her back with her feet hanging off the side of the bed. She opened up the dark blue cover and began to read.

(OOC: With that I'll wait till Monday to post again)

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Sunday had been normal and bland as usual. She'd spent most of the day at the library again and was able to reread the book she'd wanted to red the day before but never got the chance too. Just like every other day she came home and made herself food since it was easier that way and cheaper too. When Monday morning came along, Sopheria spent a short amount of time readying herself for school. She took a quick shower before brushing out her hair and letting it air dry as she changed into the school's winter uniform, brushing her teeth and combing through her hair once more before picking up her school bag and leaving the house.

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Once she reached the school, Sophi made her way to the upper level whilst snaking on a smores pop-tart. Her bag hung over her shoulder and she held the treat with both hands, taking a small bite now and then as she talked down the hallway. Those she passed would glance at her strangely for a second before continuing on their conversations with their friends, but Sophi never noticed such glances and when she did she didn't put much thought into them. She'd gotten used to the crowded halls, making sure not to bump anyone for risk of her accidentally dropping her breakfast like she'd once done a few times when first starting high school. After not going to school a public school for two years and then a third after returning to the human world, it took her a little while to get used to all the bustling and crowded hallways of Linbooru High. Now she was a professional at it.

Turning the corner and sliding to the left to avoid ramming into a few students to decided to lean against the wall and talk, she finished of the last of her pop-tart and started her way to her class at the end of the hall.

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"I'm off," Allen announced, shifting his satchel onto his shoulder.

"Us as well," his father replied. Wearing a sharp business suit, the older man stepped into the room. He was escorting Allen's mother with locked arms. The woman stretched a hand out in Allen's direction and smiled, "Pay attention in school, Allen."

"Yeah," Allen took her hand, "I will." He let go as his parents walked away, all the while averting his gaze from the shaded glasses on his mother's face.

The walk to school was short. A few students had walked by shouting their greetings of "Hey, VP!" and "What's up, prez? Oh- I mean, Vice-prez." He paid little attention to them--except for the latter statement, to which he usually replied with an annoyed glare. He was deeply engrossed in his book as he walked, after all. He didn't have time to pointlessly talk.

Finally arriving at the school, Allen made his way toward his homeroom, 3-A. There was already a crowd gathered, it looked like. Rosebel Frye. Center of popularity. The pinnacle of perfection, so the other students claimed. She seemed to have a hoard of fangirls and boys stuck to her whenever he saw her. Then again, he never saw her anywhere but at school. Allen sighed, bringing his attention back to his book. If those idiots wanted to follow her around like sheep, let them. He was sure their IQ dropped every time they squealed pointless questions at her, and that was fine with him. It didn't make any difference.

Allen entered 3-A, setting his satchel onto his desk. He thought he'd saw Sopheria in the hall earlier, but had made no effort to greet her. It's not like they were suddenly best friends or anything. The bell rang for class to begin, and Allen Isaacson, as class representative, started to take attendance. There seemed to be a few students still missing, and he wondered who was going to show up late.

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Arcana hated school. With a passion. This is why she stayed silent all day, only spoke when the teacher called on her, and had no friends. There were always whispers. Look, that's Arcana Smith isn't it? Why does she wear all traditional clothing? She never talks. I heard that she lives with an older man on the edge of town. I heard that she's plotting against us all. I heard...I heard...I heard...

How annoying. Arcana thought. These people don't get me at all.

It was before school now and Arcana entered her homeroom class, 3-A. She carryed her books with her and set them down at an empty desk. She pulled out the chair and sat down, smoothing her lavender kimono as she did so. She sighed and opened the first book on her pile, which happened to be Linbooru: Works of Literature, and began to read.

"Haven't you already studied this, Arcana?" A voice asked, next to her shoulder.

"Yes, but I find it quite fascinating," Arcana whispered to Boris, the spirit of intelligence.

"Which story is your favorite?" He asked.

"Well, I would have to say Elyssa the Warrior."

"Ah yes, Elyssa was a young girl when her parents were murdered. She ran away from the killer and escaped with only a svar that ran from her shoulder to her lower back. She lived alone and had a normal life. But in the end, she committed suicide after her lover rejected her. She is a lot like you isn't she?" Boris recalled.

Yes except no one would love me in the first place... Arcana thought.

"Don't suppose that just yet," Boris said, and then dissapeared. Arcana continued to read silently in the bustling homeroom.

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The bell rang; a sound she'd learned to drown out after the first few days of school. Sophi hated the noise. It was loud an unnecessary. If the students just knew how to follow the time correctly then there would be no need for that obnoxious sound. However, Sophi would never say anything like that aloud or complain about it to anyone. It would be a pointless discussion to start since whether or not she complained about it the bell would continue to be used.

She shuffled out with the rest of the class quietly as everyone made their way to lunch. Sophi liked the thought of food, but the school lunches weren't exactly her cup of tea. Sophi rarely ate a full meal and instead would snack on things every hour or so, which is probably the reason she kept up such a small figure. Not to mention spending such a long time in the spirit world while being half human stunted her growth.

As she made her way down the hallway with the flow of the other students, she pulled her bag up to her chest and opened the flat, digging through it a moment before pulling out a sandwich bag filled with Cocoa Puffs. She had no intention of sitting in a noisy cafeteria, plus there were rarely ever any empty tables and sitting with others would mean she'd have to interact with them. And as stated before, talking wasn't her specialty. She snapped open the sandwich bag, letting her book bag fall back to her side as she popped a couple of the little cereal puffs into her mouth and chewed them. There are now less than two hours left until school would let out and she would be able to go home. Or that would normally be how it is, but today that fixed schedule would change. She needed to make money somehow to pay for her snacks and clothes. Unfortunately she'd lost her job two weeks ago at an ice cream shop, having to be let go with two other people since they weren't getting very many customers and couldn't keep up paying them.

Today she was to start her part-time job at the local cafe as a waitress. Not really something she'd done before, but she had to make money some way and she was usually a pretty quick learner and didn't mind the uniform.

She reached the entrance to her normal lunch spot, pushing open the door and enjoying the quiet that followed after it closed behind her. Not many students came to the library anymore, and those who did knew how to keep their voices down. She began to make her way towards the desk, ready to ask whether or not the book she wanted to read had come in yet. It had been checked out a few days ago; another fiction book she'd read before but still enjoyed reading anyway. That's when she spotted a familiar strawberry-blonde boy and stopped for a moment, debating on whether or not she should continue in his direction. She only stood there for a second before once again making her way towards the desk and then standing a foot behind him to wait her turn. The librarian didn't look like she was going to show herself and if anything she'd probably already left to lunch herself.

Silently Sopheria continued slowly munching on her bag of Cocoa Puffs.

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The seconds went by and Allen maintained his agitated frown. He had closed his eyes, leaning his elbow on the desk with his chin resting in his palm. Still no sign of the librarian, and Allen was aware that if she didn't show up in the next couple of seconds then he'd have to find her. This errand was turning into much more of a hassle than he'd predicted. He needed to turn in some papers to the advisory office, as well, and he wanted to get his business done first so he could eat.

Soft footsteps stopped behind him.
"Hm?" The blonde raised his head and glanced over.

"Oh," he stared dully, recognizing her, "it's you."

He wasn't that surprised and he hadn't gotten his hopes up that it was the librarian, so the statement came out rather deadpan. He just stared at Sopheria blankly for a moment, before speaking. He made no effort at small-talk nor did he bother with a proper greeting--to him, that simple statement was greeting enough. Instead, he jumped right to the point.

"The librarian," the blonde paused for a moment, pushing himself up from leaning on the desk, "Know where she is?"
Allen had no problem with the white-haired girl--in fact, she'd helped him out before--but he dodged any chance of conversation without a clear purpose. To an outsider, it would seem like he disliked her, but to him, he was just focusing on the business at hand. And there was always business at hand.

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It seemed the boy noticed her after all, though he didn't sound particularly pleased. She didn't put much thought into his acknowledgment of her being present though. She zipped the sandwich bag shut after popping a few more Coacoa Puffs into her mouth and then, flipping open the top to her shoulder bag, she dropped her snack inside while Allen asked if she knew where the librarian could be.

"No.", She replied bluntly after closing the lid to her bag and then looking back up at him with her naturally blank expression, then she looked down for a moment as if to be thinking. "During lunch she's either out or she's eating in her office with her nose in a book.", she said, returning her eyes back on Allen. She pulled up the strap to her bag, setting it a little further up on her shoulder to keep it from sliding off as she stepped up to the counter and then set her hands on its surface, not really looking for anything in particular. "I think she's not here." She said without looking at him. She couldn't feel the mousy woman's presence, so more than likely she wasn't in the library right now. Too bad. Sophi would just have to come back in tomorrow at a better time to see if the book had been returned.

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Allen sighed after the younger girl had spoken, "Not here, huh..." He muttered to himself.

"Hm..." He scratched the back of his head as he furrowed his brow. Should he just leave the textbooks here? Deciding to go with that, he pulled out a sticky note from his satchel and quickly scribbled down what his teacher had told him. The blonde slapped it down onto the stack of textbooks, and that was that. Next stop, advisory office. However, he didn't take a step.

Allen adjusted the satchel on his shoulder, bringing his attention fully onto Sopheria for the first time since she'd entered the library. And there was silence. Neither seemed to have anything to say, nor did either have any desire for conversation...

How dull these two were.

And Allen didn't mind that. Sopheria was definitely different, in appearance and in personality, from a lot of the other girls he knew. And if there was one thing he appreciated, it was that she didn't feel the need to ask useless questions or waste time with mindless jabber. She was blunt, to the point--like him. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been bothered with pointless questions about his weekend, or mundane attempts at conversation via topics like the weather. At least Sopheria hadn't annoyed him like that. Yet.
There was still something... off about this girl, but she was helpful and hadn't worsened his mood at all.

Satisfied with this analysis, he slid his gaze over to the door. "I'm done here," Allen stated, notifying her of his intention to leave. He nodded to her as he started to walk away. At the last moment, as he pulled the door open, he turned his head over his shoulder to say one last thing.

"If you need any help with high shelves," he pointed to the corner with a smirk, "the stools are over there." He shifted his glasses up--an almost teasing expression on his face. And with that, he left.

As the blonde vice-president made his way to the advisory office, he realized that was probably the first time in weeks that he hadn't remained stoic or frowned when he spoke.
Hm. He'd have to be careful when smiling in the future, or his face might crack.

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The white-haired girl's eyes followed Allen as he made his exit towards the door, showing that he was done with whatever he came to the library to do. He wasn't far from the entrance when she turned away from the counter, ready to find a place to sit and munch on her snack when she heard the boy begin to speak again.

"If you need any help with high shelves," She followed his finger in the direction he pointed as he spoke with a smirk she didn't pay much attention to at first. "the stools are over there."

Sophi tensed ever-so-slightly at the boys comment, frustrated with his words but not showing it in the least. He then disappeared, the library door closing behind him as he left. Sophi stood still for a moment, quickly ignoring his advice. "I don't want to use one.." She mumbled to herself before opening her book bag and retrieving her snack from it.

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Class continued on as it always did. It was the same everyday, but with different lessons and weather and the occasional absent student or substitute teacher. She simply remained quiet and completed her work until the last loud bell sounded throughout the school. She shuffled out with all the other students who were eager to leave for home. Normally she'd do the same thing but today was different. Instead she took a different path from the school until she reached a decorative-looking cafe. She stood out front for a moment, then pushed open the door and entered the quiet place. It didn't look like there were a lot of customers yet, but that would change soon enough. Sophi wasn't really sure what to do at this point, but then decided it would be best to approach the counter. "Excuse me", she started softly and dully, "My name is Sopheria, I was told to come in here today to start work."

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Micheal rarely went to school and when he did all he did was sleep or hang out doing nothing. School was a big joke to Michael. How could humans participate in the same routine everyday for months on end as if it was programmed into their brain. Eat, sleep, go to school, eat, sleep, go to school, the same process didn't get repetitive? It didn't feel as if you were wasting your life?

His mind wrapped around and played with these questions like a cat plays with ball of yarn. He slowly sipped his Peppermint Latte as his mind kept tossing random things into his head. He had to eat once every week and drink some type of liquid within five days or he would become ill, his host's body however could die. Luckily for Michael he was born within his own body, not a host body. This is a luxury not many demons get to live with as it seemingly is quite hard to achieve as other demons and spirits have told Michael. This also makes Michael question his existence as a full fledged demon, he sometimes believe he is half demon and half human, or some other race.

His mind was too occupied to tell Michael that he was starving to death so his stomach did that for him. As his mind drifted away his stomach roared loudly like a Lion roars to mark his territory. This interrupted his train of thought kicking him back into reality. He blinked and looked around realizing he was in a cafe and that he was sipping on what seemed to be the best latte he has had in what seemed to be months. He shook his cup to see how much was left. splish splosh. A few sips left he thought to himself. He gulped the rest down and was about to get another cup until someone entered the cafe, it wasn't the looks that the person gave off that made Michael sit back down but the aura of said person.

He placed his hand on his forehead as a familiar pain came back to him. I-i don't think shes human he thought. Play it cool, maybe she won't notice you...just beg shes not out to kill me he continued babbling on in his head. He removed his hand off his forehead and calmly picked up the cup and walked over to the trash can that was by the entrance. He dropped the cup into the trashcan and walked back to his table and proceeded to sit down. He tried not to make eye contact with the girl but couldn't resist, something about her eyes just drew you in. He pushed his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone, he played with it acting as if he was texting or playing some type of game on it.

He however kept paying attention to the girl wondering if she would make a move that would cause him to retaliate.

"Excuse me"

"My name is Sopheria, I was told to come in here today to start work."

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Allen finished tying the cafe's uniform apron as he made his return to the front of the cafe. He had heard a girl's voice while he was in the back, but it was quiet and dulled by the walls. Something about coming here to start work. Allen gave a relieved sigh as he appeared from behind the door to the back. Finally. He'd been asking the old owner to hire someone. Ever since his co-worker had quit the last week--something about Allen being impossible to work with--they'd been short-handed, and it seemed like the old lady would never get around to hiring someone, since she only grunted and smiled her odd smile whenever Allen brought it up.

"Yes, yes," the blonde walked from behind the counter to look at his new co-worker, "You're in the right place, welcome to--"

He choked a little on his words when he saw the white-haired girl in front of him.

"You again...!" Allen blinked, startled. "Hm," he stared for a moment, before responding totally deadpan, "A stalker, huh..."

He sighed his characteristic sigh and rubbed his brow in thought. "Alright," he relented, gesturing with his hand to follow. The cafe was pretty dead, which was common for this time--in the next hour it would be bustling enough to challenge even Allen's organized and efficient waitering skills. At the moment, the only customers inside were a couple in the corner and a young black-haired man on his phone by the counter. The former were busy with their conversation, and the latter seemed preoccupied with the device in his hand. Allen had time to deal with the new girl.

"Sopheria," he said her name awkwardly, testing his memory, "Uniforms are in the back. There's an extra fridge there too. And this is where we keep the..." And so he ran through everything he thought she needed to know. How to work the coffee machine, where to find everything, and what to say. He explained in hasty detail, giving her no time to ask questions if she couldn't keep up.

"Lastly," he put down the hot drink he'd just finished making as an example, "Allen." The blonde pointed to himself, "In case you forgot." He then turned to gesture to the old lady sitting immobile behind the counter. "And that's the boss."

The old lady gave a raspy chuckle as a greeting.

"She never moves from that spot, so don't bother trying," he gave a blank look, "In fact, I'm pretty sure they built the cafe around her--and she only responds to 'boss'. Don't know her real name. Just 'boss'. Granny, old lady, ma'am, nothing else works." He gave a resigned shrug, "Maybe she used to lead a gang... as if she wasn't scary enough," he muttered the last bit.

He brought a curious eye back to Sopheria. "That's all," he concluded his explanation, "Questions?"

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There we eyes on her, Sophi could feel it the moment she walked into the cafe. She had her guard mostly up, though she remained as calm and stoic as ever as she waited for a reply to her previous statement. She wasn't entirely worried. Sophi often got strange glances from people, but this was different, nervous even. It didn't take her long to figure out who the eyes belonged to, only stealing a glance and making eye contact with a black-haired boy for just a second before he continued messing with the phone in his hand. He was acting suspicious..perhaps even afraid, but why? She narrowed her eyes a little, keeping her attention on him but not in an obvious way as to alert him that she noticed his glances.

"Yes, yes," the blonde walked from behind the counter to look at his new co-worker, "You're in the right place, welcome to-- You again...!"

Sophi pulled her attention away from the black-haired boy, a little surprised herself, though not enough to show it.

"Hm," he stared for a moment, before responding totally deadpan, "A stalker, huh..."

She wanted to give him some smart-mouthed reply like, You wish or Why would anyone want to stalk you?, but nothing seemed to sound right and she didn't particularly have a reason to dislike the boy so she instead brushed off his comment for later. He gave a sigh, something Sophi started to expect him to do every time now, before agreeing to her previous statement. She stole a quick look at the cell-phone boy once more before following Allen and listening to his instructions. She stayed quiet the entire time, not because he didn't he didn't give her many chances to intervene, which he didn't, but because she felt no reason to. Once he'd finished making a hot drink as to show her what to do, he finally took a pause in his instructions.

"Lastly, Allen." The blonde pointed to himself, "In case you forgot."

She remembered, but once again he didn't give her much time to reply as he gestured to an old woman, introducing her as the boss in which the lady just gave a raspy chuckle. Sophi tilted her head curiously for a moment before, looking at Allen and giving a curt nod to show she understood.

"She never moves from that spot, so don't bother trying. In fact, I'm pretty sure they built the cafe around her--and she only responds to 'boss'. Don't know her real name. Just 'boss'. Granny, old lady, ma'am, nothing else works." He gave a resigned shrug, "Maybe she used to lead a gang... as if she wasn't scary enough,"

He now turned to her and asked if she had any questions, but now Sophi's mind was stuck on the old woman. She was an interesting lady. "I have one," She said, looking up at him with a slightly less dull expression than the one she'd had before, "If they built the cafe around her, how could they manage to also built the floor underneath her? They'd have to lift her up. Also, humans have to eat, drink, sleep, and let their bodies get rid of waste in order to survive. So if she never moved from that spot she would be dead. I don't think your description for her was very accurate." She said, clearly overlooking what he was saying.

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"I have one," he heard Sopheria begin as he lifted the hot cup of coffee he'd just made up to his lips. However, before a sip was taken, Allen froze and stared at the girl as she gave her thoroughly logical, humorless response.

He continued to stare for a moment after she'd finished. She looked curious and completely serious, as if hyperbole and jokes were completely unknown to her. What was up with this girl? Her conversation skills were worse than his!
Allen's reply was equally deadpan. "Sorry, didn't get all of that," he mocked, keeping a straight face, "Afraid I don't speak Martian."

It's true, the old lady was baffling and inhuman in her very existence, but he'd been joking, mostly for his own amusement, about the building's construction. Honestly, he wasn't sure of anything to do with the old lady, but Sopheria didn't have to take everything so literally. And the way she talked about what humans do, she sounded so mechanical and inhuman--like an outsider observing something else. It brought back that creepy feeling he'd had about her from before.
Allen sighed, rubbing his brow and muttering to himself, "Of course I get the weird stalker..." He looked back up at her, "Now, if you haven't any important questions, we've got work to do." The blonde gestured to the young, black-haired man on his phone, "See if he needs anything else, be polite," Allen crossed his arms expectantly, "and try not to scare him off, E.T."

With that, he waved Sopheria off, sending her meaningful glances with his eyes. He wanted to see how she'd deal with a customer. She seemed like she'd paid attention to and understood his instructions, even if she'd gotten side-tracked by the old lady. Maybe that was partly his fault. Partly. Just as long as she faked a smile like he'd instructed and asked him if there was anything else, it'd be alright. Well, not alright. He'd make sure to find all her flaws and criticize her for them in great detail later. All for her sake, of course! It had nothing to do with his ego...

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"Sorry, didn't get all of that, afraid I don't speak Martian."

Did that mean he thought she was an alien? She was pretty sure she was speaking English. No, thinking about it she realized he was mocking her. What gave him the right? Maybe he wasn't being serious about his description on the old la-- boss.

"..Oh." She replied quietly in a slightly awkward manner.

"Now, if you haven't any important questions, we've got work to do.", Allen continued and Sophi turned her head in the direction of the blond's gesture. It was the black-haired boy from before, the one who kept looking over at her. She narrowed her eyes a little as she watched the boy mess with something on his phone. He'd been doing that for a while now, probably to make it look more like he wasn't continuously glancing at her.

[b]"See if he needs anything else, be polite," Allen crossed his arms expectantly, "and try not to scare him off, E.T."


She gave Allen a stubborn glance, aware of his name-calling but not really sure what 'E.T' was supposed to mean. Something to add on to his Martian comment earlier. She'd show him..

"Alright." She said bluntly, turning away from him and letting out a small sigh. This job will pay for your food, Sophi, she repeated to herself the same thing she'd told herself when she first asked for the position. She disliked having to communicate with other people, and this job would surely need her to do so, but she wasn't going to complain. With a faint sigh to relax herself, she calmly made her way over to the table where the black-haired boy sat with his cell phone. She stopped at the table, looking at him in silence for only a couple of seconds before giving him a sweet smile and holding her hands together in front of her lap. "Is there anything else I could get for you, sir?" She asked politely, her usually dull voice like honey. "Perhaps something sweet to eat, or a refill on your drink?"

She held back her urge to point out that she'd noticed the boy looking at her. His reaction to that acknowledgment would tell her whether or not her was dangerous. Though he looked innocent enough, something about him made her uneasy and not often did she feel the need to put her guard up.

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Michael didn't exactly hear everything the blonde haired male and the girl were talking about but deduced that she got the job.

"Great, no more relaxing here whenever I want." Michael thought to himself.

As she approached Michael he put his phone away and looked up to acknowledge her.

Then she spoke in a soft polite voice, something he did not expect.

"Is there anything else I could get for you, sir?"

"Perhaps something sweet to eat, or a refill on your drink?"

He sat up and stared at her for a moment before speaking; his mind pondering whether to say something smart or actually order something. He closed his eyes to break the eye contact with her and gently opened them again. His lips slowly moved as if they were confused on what to say, but finally some words came out of his mouth.

"I would like a Caramel Peppermint Black Chai Tea Latte please, oh make it a Grande and give me three cupcake pops, no dark chocolate, preferably white chocolate or Vanilla." As he finished speaking he had a large grin on his face. "Did you get all of that or do I have to repeat that? I wouldn't want you to mess up on your first day of the job." He held back a chuckle and put his hand back in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He slid it open and began playing with it once again.