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Josephine Margaret Gwin

Nice to meet you! Now piss off before I shove this mace up your @*#^ !- Hey! Don't *#&@ censor me, you *#&@%!g *@&#^!"

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a character in “Blue Empire”, as played by Pobeep

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β—¬ F U L L N A M E β—¬
Josephine Margaret Gwin

β—¬ A G E β—¬
19

β—¬ S E X U A L I T Yβ—¬
Heterosexual

β—¬ L I K E Sβ—¬
Smashing things repeatedly

β—¬ D I S L I K E Sβ—¬
Pretty much every person she's ever met. And dogs.

β—¬ P E R S O N A L I T Yβ—¬
Cute? Perhaps. But the moment you see past those sapphire eyes, you meet a maleficent glance from nothing more than a hot-tempered little girl. Honestly, she is a good person at heart. Perhaps in the heat of things, she loses her way and runs hand-in-hand with her indignant personality. Past the psychotic dwelling anger of a young adult with a critical past, you'll find a spirited child at heart. She adores fashion, and is often faced with an inclining obsession with bunnies and the likes. However, piss her off and you'll never hear the end of it. And she's got more to say than you can imagine.
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β—¬C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E β—¬
Fresh from adulthood, she bears the body of a 16 year old. Though if you dare to tell her that to her face, expect a broken jaw, or in the very least, some unpleasant bruises. Rivers of long pearl hair frame her brittle physique, flowing in locks of straight silk that stop at her hips. She wears nothing but dresses, as she hates the restrictive binding of pants. Remarkable blue eyes blink under a lengthy wall of thick lashes, and the innocence displayed on her winsome face could draw in even the most heartless buffoons.

Guild Brand location: Just above her outer right ankle.


β—¬W E A P O N \ S T Y L E β—¬
Her weapon of choice is a simple blunt mace, with intricate custom carvings on the handle. Though she can't deal damage with a magical spell, she refuses to sit back and watch the battles go by. Josephine is keen in combat, and focuses the majority of her rage and disparity through her mace. Her ability to bring down a target is noteworthy, especially coming from such a feeble body.






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β—¬ A B I L I T I E S β—¬
Josephine has the ability to heal and restore one's physical health, by focusing her power on the source of the injury. This can include the ability to adjust and mend bones, muscle and tissue.


β—¬L I M I T A T I O N Sβ—¬
Healing takes it's toll. She is only capable of healing a person's health to the extent of her own. Using her power too often, or for too long could save a person, but would ultimately kill her. Her powers have no affect on scars or terminal illnesses, and if a person has far too many injuries, she may not be able to focus her power on them all.
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β—¬ H I S T O R Y β—¬
βœ— Josephine was born a mage, and discovered her powers at 8 years old. Her despair began one evening during a family trip back from a relative's house. As was expected on a snowy day, the ice was slick and unprepared for the frozen terrain, the car collided into a semi-truck traveling the opposite direction. Josephine's younger brother, Ethan passed away immediately. The snow was dampened with splotches of red, like a pen broken over clean paper. It was a sight that would linger in her mind forever. Josephine's father was unresponsive, and was taken away in critical condition. She and her mother were the only ones capable of walking away from the accident. Heart broken by the loss of her only son, Josephines mother turned to alcohol to sooth the unbearable pain. Josephine was left alone to care for her mother after drunken outings, or when she became sick and passed out in the kitchen, as she did most nights.


β—¬D I S C O V E R Y β—¬
Afraid and desperate, Josephine left the house empty one day and traveled a great distance to the hospital that her father stayed at. He remained in a vegetative state during a great majority of her visits. Often, Jo would hold his hand - something she wasn't used to, coming up in such a dispassionate family. However, one day in particular, her mothers lashing had left her with a brutal emotional scar. She prayed for her father to wake up, and with his hand held tightly in hers, she felt a physical serge leave her body and envelope him in energy. When she opened her eyes, he was awake, alive and staring at her with a groggy and confused expression.

She told her mother about the experience, and after many attempts to persuade her, she managed to instill the idea into her mind by bringing back an entire jaw of lady bugs that had been suffocated minutes before. How ever, the reaction she had gotten was not the one she was looking for. Her mother lashed out at her, demanding an explanation as to why she couldn't save her own brother's life. "You kill Ethan!" She'd scream at the top of her lungs, tossing empty wine bottles at the frightened young girl. Her mother was leaning on the verge of insanity, and after only a month out of the hospital, her father took his belongings and left his daughter behind. She was referred to as the "devil child" and locked in the family cellar with no food our water for 3 days. It wasn't long before she was found, her mother strung out dead along their family's pricey Victorian sofa.

For years, Josephine managed to live off of wages collected from working in fast food. From there, she was offered a job as a commercial actress. And as quickly as her young career had escalated, it soon plummeted too, leaving her homeless and broke. She was directed to a local guild - one that took shelter in an abandoned warehouse. They told her she'd have food and warmth, which was all she could ask for. In return, she'd get to vent her anger in training and guild battles. Soon, all of the pain that she had collected during her struggle would be unleashed, and all in fair sport. She was awarded a mace, created specifically for her body type. It was heavy, but it fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. She trained for hours upon hours, building her physical endurance. Though she was expected to step into the cowardly shoes of her support role, she refused to practice her healing capability and continued her physical training. However, regardless of her efforts, she was never able to overpower her peers in a friendly duel - something that etched a sorrowful inscription on her already-wounded pride.

So begins...

Josephine Margaret Gwin's Story

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β€œPut me down, you ass-clowns!”

Josephine was being quite literally swept off of her feet. The two broad masculine arms lifted her from the ground by her elbowsβ€”and quiet easily at that. Flushed and furious, she kicked at the air, but her small physique was no match for the gorilla-like buffoons that dared manhandle her so. They carried her to the nearest exit, and with a quick heave, sent her flying onto the dirty sidewalk pavement.

β€œKellon!” She screeched as she spotted the stains scattered about on her fresh white summer dress. β€œWhat the hell is your problem?”

A tall, slender – and in her own personal opinion – stupid looking man swaggered his way towards her, a giant grin plastered on his face, and two backstabbing hands sheathed in his jacket pockets.

β€œCan you blame me? I’ve wanted you out since day one, and you knew that when I was elected leader.”

He was right. She had a feeling this would happen once her old guild leader resigned from his post. She had just hoped she’d have time to get a steady job before quite literally getting thrown out on her ass.

β€œIt really pays to be the leader’s son, doesn't it?” She spit with venomous words, watching as her luggage was tossed on to slick wet sidewalks beside her. β€œYou really can’t take competition.”

β€œCompetition?” He let out a croaky laugh, a crooked grin splitting across his face. His polished black shoe came down on Josephine’s luggage, and with the twist of his ankle, he began to grind the filth of his shoe onto her precious pink bunny travel bag.

How fucking dare he.

β€œYou think you were competition, Josephine? A healer who won’t heal because she’s too busy getting in the way?” He gave her bag a swift kick, sending it skimming across the wet cement and into the busy city streets.

Unintentionally, Josephine puffed her cheeks outβ€”an involuntary habit that would become a noticeable tell every time she was at her boiling point. She could feel the rage on her face, boiling her skin like lava.

β€œGive me my mace!” She shouted, unintentionally collecting the attention of every stranger in proximity. Her precious mace was tossed to her feet by one of the muscular goons, clinging against the hard cement with a rattle.

Kellon turned on his heels and let out a satisfied chuckle as he returned to the safe confines of the guild hall. The doors were closed firmly behind him, leaving her alone in the late night rush. Josephine prayed to god that would be the last time she’d see his stupid, ugly face. She didn't need the Rising Knights guild. They ranked far too low on the charts for her liking. They were only a place to stay and an income.

Reaching into her jacket pocket, she returned with only a fistful of lint and an old rusty penny. She had a tenancy her earnings the moment she received them, and the habit was finally biting her in the ass.

With little concern for her safety, she danced through traffic, and into the middle of the street, shortly returning with her muddy luggage. Dragging it along behind her, she walked the sidewalks of this filthy city, hoping to find a dry and warm area for her to temporarily sleep. As the rain began to pick up, pelting her in the skull with every oncoming drop, she found refuge in the safety of a bus-stop bench. Hugging her damp and ruined luggage to her chest, she let out an exasperated sigh.

This hadn't been the first time she found herself homeless. It probably wouldn't be the last.


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He had gone another night searching for a proper candidate and ending up empty handed. He had quite literally scoured the small town he had just been in, but there was not a single trace of magic within it. The town had seemed proud of that fact, almost, by being cleansed of magic users, the place was a lot less likely to manifest or attract creatures.

Though, it wasn't always effective when it came to preventing attacks, as some places just got unlucky when it came to being terrorized by some animal or monster. Then again, solving those sort of problems is what put food on the table, so he couldn't complain. He considered them a necessary evil.

And so here he was, a random city between the one he had just been in and San Clemente, the home of the Guild he was an Officer for. His home. Blue Empire.

His main priority was to find a place to stay over the night, then he'd leave in the morning and report back to Ajax that he had found nothing. Which Castor was sure the man would respond to with an air of disappointment and then send him to some other place with a 'potential' lead. More members had been dying recently as attacks because more frequent, which resulted in a piling up of bounties and a decrease of member-base, which wasn't good news for their status of Top Guild.

It was lightly raining when he first set out to find appropriate shelter, and he humored stopping for directions at a guild he had just run across when he heard a commotion coming from around the corner. Normally they were off limits, especially on searches such as this, as members of guilds were considered a 'territory' of sorts, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

As he rounded it, he was greeted with the sight of a rather petite female being tossed out. He stood on the corner as the female, on the pavement, shouted something at a man standing near the entrance of the Guild. He didn't pay much attention to their exchange, nor did he really care. But then again, if he had just witnessed somebody being kicked out, maybe that meant they potentially needed a new occupation.

He remained at a distance as the small femme retrieved the luggage that had been thrown, and then began to walk away with it. He followed her, and much to his dismay, the rain began to pick up as he did so. He wasn't particularly fond of the rain, especially not when it became thicker like this.

A small scowl of annoyance adorned his face the more his head moistened, and he felt a small air of relief as the girl he had been following sheltered herself under the canopy of a bus stop. He closed the distance and joined her, silently glad to be out of the weather, and shot a quick up and down at the girl.

She was dirty, wet, clutched a case of similar stature to her chest, and had a mace that looked far too big for her with her. The sign of a weapon didn't particularly phase him, but he didn't drop his guard.

He turned away from her then, letting out a sigh as the pitter-patter of the rain became louder, and slipped a hand into his pocket to fish out a lighter along with a cigarette, perching the latter between his lips before placing the mouth of the lighter underneath of it and sparking it.

He could hear the crackle of the paper burning as he inhaled deeply, letting the accumulation of smoke sit in the bottom of his lungs for a bit before exhaling sharply out into the rain, causing the cloud of smoke to dissipate almost as soon as it had been created, torn apart by the droplets falling from above.

He fucking hated it.




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Sapphire eyes fluttered open at the sound of shoes scathing the cement nearby. Who in their right mind would be waiting for a bus at this hour?

She followed the noise with a curious gaze, eyeing the man who stood a mere foot away. Lighting a cigarette so close?

This asshole.

The smoke cleared quickly, but the slightest stench was enough to cause her nose to wrinkle.

β€œWhat do you want?” She muttered with every bit of composition she could muster. She was damp, and it was cold. Of course she’d be fighting chills. But how silly would it be, trying to talk tough when your teeth are chattering away? She relaxed her muscles and let out a bothersome sigh. β€œIf you’re planning on mugging me, you’re wasting your time. This is all I have.” With the flick of her thumb, she sent the penny flipping through the air to roll and spin erratically at her feet.

Then again, this man was well-dressed. Tall, slim and with a face that was far too intense for her to have not noticed around before. Still.

Her arms constricted around her soggy fabric luggage. Her pretty dresses were the only material possessions she’d have left. Posh attire or not, she wasn’t taking any chances.



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Castor turned his head slightly and rolled his neck back to look over his shoulder at the girl that had just spoken to him. His facial expression didn't change, but his eyes appeared ravenous, as if he wished to devour this girl whole, much like eyes of a snake would appear to a rat.

"If I wanted your money, I would have had it by now."

He replied, straightening his neck and looking forward once more, taking another drag from the cigarette and exhaling it before flicking the rest of it into the gutter, following it with his eyes as it floated along with the rush of rainwater and down into a storm drain. He smirked slightly before speaking up again.

"In fact, it's the opposite. I'm about to offer you money. Or at least a chance at earning some."





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Josephine’s wasn’t entirely sure whether to be disgusted or intrigued, so she simply stood to her feet and peered with furrow brows at the stranger’s calm complexion. This seemed like the kind of situation her mother had warned her aboutβ€”at least back when she considered her a mother. A stranger approaching her on the damp, ominous city streets… and to top it all off, offering her money?

By his clothing alone, she struck up an assumption.

β€œIf it’s a bar you work at, I’m far too young.” She had to crane her neck back to eye the man who’s height towered over her own. β€œAnd over-qualified.”



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The man shook his head slightly, and even allowed a small amount of air to blow out of his nose at the girl's second comment. So much for modesty.

He turned reptilian eyes upon her again and met her gaze. The girl definitely seemed more than capable, and she had a fire behind her eyes that reminded him of somebody he once knew. Silent decisions were made and he answered her.

"A guild, like the one you were just thrown out of. Blue Empire. Ever hear of it?"

He inquired, tilting his head.



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Josephine’s breath hitched in her throat. She had heard of Blue Empire. Of course she had heard of Blue Empire. The Rising Knights absolutely despised Blue Empire. Kellon talked often about wanting to dethrone them from their god-like status.

Biting her lip to disguise her growing excitement, she raised a suspicious brow.
β€œYou belong to Blue Empire? And you’re saying you can get me in?”

Whether it was a scam in the works or a legitimate offer, it was a plunge she had to take. She was far too young to be living on the streets again.

β€œOkay.”

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The man nodded slightly in response to both of the girl's questions, and felt slightly more lax when she agreed straight away. Good, that meant there was no need for tiring convincing, or even begging (though, his ego disallowed him from ever doing that).

"I'm an Officer. One of three authority figures and probably, as you'll come to realize, the most, erm... normal. For lack of a better term." He said to short one that had just become his travelling companion. And hell, even Castor wasn't all that 'normal'. But then again, who was these days.

He turned his gaze to look back out at the rain, nonplussed to find out it had died down significantly during their little exchange. He supposed he could operate under these conditions and turned his gaze to meet that of the girl he was with one last time, before speaking up and then stepping out from under the bus stop.

"I'm Castor. Let's go."




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Josephine followed shortly behind this β€˜Castor’ person, struggling to keep up with his demanding strides, as well as the broken wheel on her luggage bag that found it’s self constantly snagged on the pavement. Though the rain had stopped, the night air was still nipping at the young girl’s legs. The fact that passing cars flung muddy water at the two, didn’t help with her edgy temper.

How could she have possibly been kicked out of Rising Knights? She was among the best combat fighters, at one point even finding herself at par with the leader. Did she really need magic to belong to a guild? Ugh. How irritating.

None the less, the vibe between her new found guild Officer and herself was stoic and silent. Not so much because she feared to speak, but more-so because she found herself lost in her thoughts. If, in fact, this man was really from Blue Empire, she had just hit the jackpot. However, as she raced over puddles and tripped over her own feet to catch up with him, she found a single question nagging at her relentlessly.

β€œHow did you know I was a mage?” She muttered, curiously. Partly hoping Castor wouldn’t hear, or would choose to ignore her. Socializing was not her strong-point.

"And what are you doing outside of Blue Empire domain? I swear if you're lying about being a member.." The thought easily brought her blood back up to a simmer. "I don't appreciate it when people waste my time."



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He stopped then, and fluidly turned on his heel to face the girl that had yet to give him her name.

"Look, if I'm being honest here, I'm not really that big of a fan of talking this much. In fact, even saying more than one sentence sort of makes me want to slit my wrists and just be done with it all. It's annoying, and my words are often wasted on the idiots back home anyway. I don't want to spend however long with you consistently asking me if I'm telling the truth or not, so what I'm about to show you I'm only going to show you once, then you're going to shut up and I'm going to shut up and I'm sure we'll find somebody else to answer all your questions that I'm sure are super important."

As he talked, his hands worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, and once he had undone the top four, he used his right hand to pull the cloth away and down, revealing the Blue Empire brand on his chest underneath. He held it open for a second longer, almost flustered by the fact that he was essentially exposing himself to a stranger.

"Good? Good."




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To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Josephine stumbled a few feet back, raising her mace to eye level as if she were blocking an attack. Only she wasn’t. Her futile efforts were in fact intended to block the sight of Castor’s bare chest. Call it a reflex of sorts. She was unintentionally using it as a shield, as if the sight of naked man chest could physically harm her. After nothing seemed to happen during the fleeting moments when her eyes were sealed shut - aside from the swooshing sounds of cars as they raced through heavy puddles - Josephine peaked up gingerly from behind her poor excuse for a defensive wall.

The branding burned onto his skin most definitely belonged to Blue Empire. She had seen that logo beforeβ€”it was a famous icon around guild societies. And she was standing in the midst of an actual Blue Empire officer.

Firstly, she had to compose herself. Praying to the heavens that her complexion wasn’t pinkened by the recent interaction, she raised her chin and promptly cleared her throat.

β€œFine then.” She murmured, her tone sing-songy and haughty. β€œI believe you.”

She made it sound like more of a blessing than a statement, as she stepped on past him and continued on down the damp and deserted city sidewalk. With the size of his leg span, he’d pass her in only a few seconds. For the meantime, it was just a matter of pretending she knew which direction to go.



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Castor nodded, smug that he had ended up the victor in the matter, and quickly picked up his pace to move past the girl and lead the way once more.

The man remained happily silent the rest of the trip, either straight up not answering any questions asked of him along the way, or just giving very basic monosyllabic answer. Judging by the time they arrived, and by the state of things around the bounty board, Castor came to the conclusion that the new ones had been put up.

He scanned the crowd and found who he was looking for, much to his chagrin. Gerald, or should he say Geraldine, was his fellow officer, and seemed to have not only a penchant for dressing as the opposite sex, but one for Castor himself as well. He did his best to ignore it.

He approached the officer, small girl in tow, and spoke up with as blank of a facial expression one can manage while speaking to a man sitting cross-legged in a tight skirt.

"Where's Ajax? I got one."

He tilted his head towards Josephine as he said. Castor paid no attention to the young man also with Geraldine.

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While Maria couldn't complain about the dinner she just had, she definitely wanted to whine about the lack of sweets in the Guild Hall. Scouring the premises was a futile search, only disappointing and making her crave sugar even more. She'd been living there for a month and the blonde felt like she spent more time trying to re-stock the kitchen than going after bounties. It felt harder to do, considering the way some people went through food. Yeah, Blue Empire provided most basic necessities, but other things they were on their own. No way was Ajax going to provide for all the sweettooths in the guild. She wouldn't do it if she were him.

With a sigh, she shut the door to the fridge, finally accepting that there was no form of dessert anywhere.

She made her way to the common area, where others milled and idled around doing their own thing. "Would anyone else like to come with me to the pastry shop? I'm craving sweets." Already Maria had her purse, ready to move out the moment she got a response or none at all. Maria wasn't going to wait around. She wanted that cake.

A rather loud yawn made its way around the common area from a face that most members of Blue Empire knew very well. Though dinner was already done and over with, all members having had their fill, she lay down taking up an entire sofa with a turkey leg in one hand. The life of the food was rather short-lived as the almost-completely carnivorous woman ate it away until not a scrap of meat was on the bone. Lazily tossing the bone to the side, falling just short of a waste bin, she pat her stomach a few times with the most content grin upon her face that one could have. "Ahn... Tameleuic. Almost like slow-roasted lizard belly." The jungle-origined woman nostalgically sighed out, though she did feel a certain emptiness in her stomach still. The woman who could devour a king's feast and still have room for dessert would not be so easily filled... "Dessert! Of course, that is what is the missing!" Her thick accent shown through in her exclamation as she sat upright.

As if answering a call, one of the cute newer girls, whose name Eileen could just not remember, came to the common area and asked for someone to accompany with her to get sweets. Before she had quite realized she had moved, Eileen was already up and behind the shorter woman, draping her arms over her shoulders and wrapping around like a scarf. "I will be the accompany! I have not had cake since last birthday, and Sycdan does not give out the sweet sugars. I will let you get for me the pastor... pasteria...." She struggled to find the word, giving up with a shrug that still kept a hold on the smaller woman. "You may get for me the sugar snack food, please." Though it may have sounded a tad demanding or condescending, her translation work led her to believe that she was being absolutely polite to the other girl. "Let us make with the go. So cdusylr lyhhud luhdyeh edc aqledasahd!" Her excitement led her to subconsciously swap to her native tongue as she finally relinquished her hold on the girl's shoulders and make her way to the door. "Lusa, lusa, mad ic ku!"

"Oh, um, sure!" Her name was... Eileen? Castor had given her a basic rundown of who was who in Blue Empire during her stay, and this woman did fit the description. The way she spoke was off-putting. Maria could feel herself get mildly insulted, but the blond male did mention something about English not being her first language. It was apparent anyway, with the way she struggled with the words "pastry shop". Patience was a virtue, and one she prided herself on having in abundance. She lightly shrugged off Eileen's arms, who complied and headed for the door. Maria followed suit. This was going to be... an interesting excursion, for lack of a better word.

A jumble of excited gibberish fell out of her companion's lips, which brought forth a question of her own. "What did you just say?" It was definitely not a language she was familiar with. "I don't think I've heard the way you speak before. Where did you come from?" A genuine query; Maria liked knowing who she was dealing with. It usually provided a point of interest for conversation at least.

From just outside the the Guild Hall, the blonde could already spot the bakery. "You see that sign over there?" She used her free hand to point in its general direction. "That's the pastry shop."

The shorter girl did not retaliate with violence or loud words. That was good enough to earn more favor from Eileen. Some people did not take too kindly to being touched for some reason... "I am the very excited for pastrami." She stopped in her tracks with a snicker.
I mean the pastra. Pastrami is the meat thing."
She still didn't quite get it right, but it was close enough for her not to notice. An excitement put a light spring in her step in the anticipation. Not expecting the questions that came from the sweets girl, she smiled. Few ever asked about her culture, apart from Daylran Morgan. "I apologize for the confuse. I say in my native tongue sometimes when excited. Or drunk. Especially while drunk." She let out a laugh for some reason or another before continuing. "I said to you that my stomach is excited. Then I said to follow me." Nodding, she slowed her pace to match the other girl's, since a conversation had started.

"As for where I am from, it is beautiful place. Jungle forest, not touched by metal or city. The man say that I am from America South?" She couldn't quite remember specifically which country, or even the continent's proper name, but it didn't mean enough to her to remember. "First white-skinned man come to my village and hunt with me. I ask him to bring me here, and here I stay. City is like jungle that never sleep. Always something new to find and eat. Is very exciting. Much like sugar sweet foods!" In her head, it all just came full circle. At the end of her explanation, the pastry shop was pointed out to her. With a nod, she studied the sign a moment. "Oh, pastry. That is word I look for. Pastry is sugar sweet things." Better late than never. "What is it that we will be eating? The doughnut? Or maybe it will be a pee?" A giggle escaped her quickly. "I mean pie, my mistake. I apologize." With a soft come-down sigh, she opened the door for Maria. Like a gentleman, Morgan always said when he did it for her. So that was what it felt like to be a gentleman? Alright, not bad. "So what is our snack treat? I am excited to eat it all!"


Eileen's word choices brought a small chuckle out of Maria. It was nice that she actively made the effort to correct herself. However, her answers only served to bring more questions to the blonde's mind. "South America? That's quite a ways from here. But I'm glad you're enjoying San Clemente. It's home for me, and always has been. I grew up here." It was a short walk and before long they stood in front of the entrance to the shop.

"And yes, the word is pastry. Pastrami's delicious, but not what I want for tonight." A look of surprise, quickly followed by a short burst of laughter was her reaction at Eileen's mistake with the word pie. "Thank you for holding open the door." The bell chimed as they entered, and there was a cheerful greeting from a male brunette who worked behind the register. She gave him a nod of recognition, before turning towards the displays near the counter. Considering they were at the tail-end of the workday, there wasn't much stock left.

A small smiled appeared as she recognized most of her favorites were still available. "Hmm, what about we have both and then some?" Maria felt like being a bit greedy tonight. "We can get some doughnuts for ourselves, then get a whole pie and cake to bring back to the hall." It's not like that was going to last past two hours given the number of people and appetites in Blue Empire. "You want to eat here, or get the doughnuts to-go?"

Both. More. A certain fire lit up in Eileen's eyes as she felt her stomach suddenly empty... despite just having a large dinner. "Do you speak with the truth? More than just pie? Oh, happy day! Drec haf vneaht ec fuhtanvim!" Hopefully Maria would not choose to regret those words, as Eileen did not carry money on her ever. She truthfully left it with Morgan since he could manage her finances well... and simply forgot about it all and let other people take care of buying her things. "It is very convenient that there are places to obtain food things. It takes from thrill of hunt, but very good for lazy days!" Something she seemed to have plenty of lately, going down to the store was certainly much easier... "Let us do the eating now, then. I feel as if I may fall over from hunger now. Sweet sugar rings with the frost tops and the bread pies with fruit and chocolates in center..." She barely caught her saliva before it overflew in her mouth, gulping it down hungrily. "I will take one of the everything!"


Well, fuck. At least there wasn't much stock to begin with, so the total cost wouldn't be as bad as expected. Maria was enough of a regular that she knew the place accepted card at least. That was a relief. She'd severely underestimated her company's appetite; Eileen was probably one of the main reasons why Blue Empire's pantries were always empty.

But first, let's see if she could attempt some damage control. She looked to the slighty bewildered (and highly amused) employee working the counter, who was ready to punch in their order. Think fast, Maria. "Eileen, aren't the new bounties coming in tonight? We should probably get back soon. We'll eat here another time." Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset by the idea. "Buying and bringing everything is a bit impractical, so instead... we'll get a dozen doughnuts, apple pie and strawberry shortcake. Got that, Mark?" Hopefully that would be enough to sate her, at least temporarily.

The brunette cheerfully nodded, punching in her order and efficiently scanning her card right away. "Yup, I'll get it ready within five minutes. I can separate two rings so you can eat it on your way out, if you like?" Maria nodded, pleased with the service.

She took a seat near the counter, placing back her wallet into her purse. The troubles of carrying around so many things. "Alright, once our goods arrive we carry them back to the hall, okay Eileen?" Maria was personally looking forward to that shortcake. "I don't think I'll be able to carry them all by myself."

"Oh, you know my name? Excellent. No need to share, then." Eileen couldn't recall introducing herself to this new girl. But she had a very valid point; the bounties were coming in tonight! It seemed the excitement would never end. "Is about time! I have waited for too long, sitting on couch and storing foodstuffs. I will take big challenge this time. Too much wait." Without any confusion, the "big challenge" would refer to the five-star bounty. Her head ran wild with thoughts on what the target could be. Perhaps this time it would be a full dragon! Or a unicorn, it had been a long time since she'd caught a glimpse of that thing. When Maria sat down, Eileen just paced around the counter in thought, her energy leaving her unable to stay in one place. "You are new to Blue Empire, no? What is your name? What do you do? Many people in guild, very incredible magicks! I love to do meet new people." She dropped her arms onto the counter and rested her head upon them, looking at the new girl, as she awaited an answer. "Also, I will do share and carry sweet treats to guild. Is no problem. Just give donut to mouth and I will be the help."


A chuckle escaped. "I'm a bit new around here, so I haven't set my sights that high yet. It sounds exciting though. And yes; Castor, my roommate, gave me a quick rundown of who was who in the guild." Blue eyes watched Eileen, as if that would help contain the energy the woman possessed as she paced the floor. The sudden barrage of questions caught her offguard; Maria wasn't used to people being curious about her. She simply blinked in surprise, slightly overwhelmed by Eileen's intensity, then swiftly recovered.

"My name is Maria, I've only been a member for a month." A small smile formed on her lips. There was a hint of pride in her voice as she spoke about her powers. "I can replicate other people's magic with a touch. I'll show you next time, we might wind up in the same group after all."

"And here's your order, ladies. From top to bottom it's the cake, pie, and then donuts." Mark came out of the kitchen, three boxes stacked on top of each other. He placed their purchases on the counter where Maria sat, and disappeared back into the kitchen to bring out the donuts they'd eat on their way out. "Enjoy your food!"

Without hesitating, she picked up one of the sugary rings and brought it to Eileen's lips. "I'll carry the cake and you can handle the doughnuts and pie?" Seemed like a fair enough division of work; after all, the blonde did pay for the meal.

"Castor is your roommate?" There was a touch of jealousy in her voice that didn't bother hiding itself. "You are lucky girl. It is very hard to get in his... ah well. I suppose that you are both lucky, hm?" She laughed lightly before clamming herself up with the doughnut and offering Maria a wink. Taking the pastries and pie, as well as the cake, she easily strode outside the door and back to the sidewalk. Half a donut rested on the top box as Maria caught up with her. "I do want to look to your power. We could do a fun many thing, Seselg." And thus, Maria's nickname was bestowed upon her. "Let us go. I have an itch for the hunt."

"Lucky?" There was a look of disbelief on Maria's face before she realized what exactly Eileen was referring to. A look of distaste followed by a hollow bark of laughter made thoughts clear. "No, nothing like that. If he ever made a move like that to me, I'd probably use his own powers against him." Unfortunately for Castor, Maria was dead serious. Memories of her mother and her "assistant" were still something that came to mind whenever relationships were brought up, and made her hesitant of them. So what if she was twenty years old and never been in one; worse things could happen. The blonde wouldn't mind remaining single forever.

The name Eileen gave her was strange, but one she decided she liked well enough to respond to. "Say-seul... I can't pronounce it. What does that mean?" Definitely harder than French, one of the languages she grew up with.

She caught up to the taller woman's stride, looking at the three boxes Eileen had chosen to carry. "Wait I was going to carry the cake... never mind." The excitement Eileen had over the bounties was infectious; Maria could feel herself quicken her own pace. The walk back to the Guild Hall proved shorter than their walk towards the pastry shop.

Upon entering the lobby area, the strange pair was greeted by quite a party, Castor having another stranger in tow. The place was abuzz with excitement with the new bounties.

"Hi everyone, we brought back some sweets." She called it to no one in particular, gesturing for Eileen to put down the boxes on the nearest table. People would go to it at their own pace. Biting down on her donut, she turned towards her new friend. "Eileen, do you want to see if we can work together on any of the bounties? I'm up for anything... probably"

Eileen did as gestured and dropped the boxes with care that seemed out of character for her. Food truly was no joke to the huntress. "Seselg, dear, we need not ask for the permissions. We sign up as group. Though I do not know if Sycdan will allow newfriend on five stars..." With a shrug, she finished her donut and wiped the crumbs off the top box and onto her hand, which then all popped in her mouth. Once her food was down, she gave Maria a wink and moved towards the bounty board. Stomping a foot on the nearest table, she let her voice boom through the hall. "Eileenoch da Siever will be taking the five star hunt!" She called out with no hesitation in her voice, letting it carry its way through the hall that would either silence in her presence... or go on ignoring it. "Any hunter brave enough to fight alongside me and take home big prize and meat, step forward! Cabanyda vun ic dra sela yht dra sah!" She passed a gaze over Maria, letting her know that this was her last chance to ditch. When it came to hunting, there was no fun in it for Eileen unless there was a challenge.

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Everything almost immediately started going towards the β€˜Hell in a hay basket’ saying sort of way, if he was remembering it correctly. Maybe taking the poster from the board wasn’t the nicest or most polite thing to do, but it was the only way to prevent people from aiming for the same creature he was and possibly fucking up his chance. His chance at a free 36 grand, subtracting the 10% for the guild uptake, was interrupted by Geraldine as he was ordered to take someone along with him. Really? I’ve been doing shit like this longer than some of these guild mates have been aware of their powers. Do we not remember the Minotaur who was using the sewers as his own personal game of cat and mouse? Or what about the Ouroboros snake that was terrorizing a corporate skyscraper? What about the imps?...Actually let’s not remember the imps, that was embarrassing. Kayle thought this to himself as he looked back to see the chaos that was now the contract board.

Another member seemed to pipe up in his defense, and Kayle got a glimpse of a long time guild mate, Emery. Couldn't say he knew the guy personally, but like any other long time member, he made a note to know their names and general information. Fire user if he was correct, at least there was someone out there who wasn’t doubting his ability. Someone was yelling out about sweets, but Kayle wasn’t in the mood for food even if he had needed to eat it. Moving his eyes back towards the board, he contemplated changing his β€˜quest’ up if he was going to be forced to bring along someone else, when a charmer decided to take to the stage. Eileen, of course you would do something like that. Kayle thought as he shook his head with a slight smile. Eileen was one of the few people that he would consider a friend in this guild. They had shared drinks a number of times, when Kayle could get past the burning that is, and she was generally fun to have around. He hadn’t done any jobs with her, but today could bring a change to that.

Kayle looked at the paper in his hand, giving a sigh as he looked back up at the crowd in front of the board. There were so many things going on at once that Kayle kind of wondered about the point of it all before deciding that if he needed to have a tag along, they might as well go big. Kayle wandered back up to the board, stabbing his piece of paper back up on it before taking his phone out and snapping a picture of the Nandi Bear. He might have ripped this one down too, if he wasn’t worried that they might not be able to pull it off. Five stars were rated such for a reason, so he wanted to make sure that people would try after them if they were to fail. Next, he wandered over to where Eileen was standing, seeming to talk to the girl whose name was still evading Kayle.

β€œCircus bear? You make it seem like there’s going to be clowns involved.” Kayle paused for a second, giving a frown. β€œI hate clowns.” Kayle then gave a light smile to show that he was joking...mostly. He looked over to Eileen. β€œHey, if you’re up for murdering a massive teddy bear made of hate and spite, let’s get this show on the road.” Kayle stepped up onto the table, standing over top of the crowd. He shook his hands to the side slightly before bringing them into a clap.

Blue lightning sparked from them, creating a loud but not deafening crack that he hoped had grabbed everyone’s attention. β€œAlright fellow creators of a loud and chaotic guild hall.” Kayle started, looking at everyone. β€œMyself, and evidently these two lovely ladies to my side are looking to take on the five star bounty, aka the β€˜Nandi Bear’.” Kayle said looking over everyone. β€œWe’ll be taking my car to the mountainside to look for this beast, but unfortunately my car only has enough room for 4 plus a driver.” Kayle wiped his hands off on his trenchcoat slightly as tiny sparks flew from his fingers. β€œSo, counting Eileen and…” Kayle looked down at the girl who he still didn’t know. β€œThis...one, that leaves two spots open. If you want in, find the black Subaru with the spoiler and raised hood out in the parking lot. We’ll be waiting there. First come, first serve.”

With that finished, Kayle hopped down and started walking towards the door, eager to simply get moving. He looked back at Eileen and the other girl, motioning for them to follow.

β€œComing?” Kayle stated more than asked as he started walking towards the door. He passed by Castor and what appeared to be a new girl on his way out, giving a polite nod as he did so. β€œCastor.” Kayle stated in greeting, making his way out the door.

Making his way out the door revealed a rather dark night, but that was most likely for the best. The Nandi bear would hopefully be out hunting if that were the case, and their chances of finding it would go up if only because they would then become it’s prey. Not exactly a reassuring plan. Kayle walked away from the front doors, towards a small parking lot where his black Subaru was parked. He reached into his coat pocket, pressing the button on his key chain to unlock the doors with a click of the car’s lights. With that being done, he leaned against the hood of his car and pulled out his game once more as he waited for people to show up.

This time...this time I will kill you King of Suffering! Kayle thought to himself as his game lit up and started broadcasting sounds of sword clashes and frantic yelling.

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"Perfect....."

After a long excruciating hour of hitting the bag, She didn't really know what was going on, Of course, She got to her 30th bag, The punching bad projectiles doing more harm then good, Before a brave guild member decided to tell her off, But she still was clueless to what was occurring, Random people were just entering and exiting in a terrifying frenzy.

As for Aella, She of course wanted to kill the bear thing , But...She didn't know where to go, Sadly...She was really confused, "Ah....What to do?.." Aella mumbled, She, of course, Could tag along with a party, But she was a bit sore, Any large-scale mission would take quite the toll on her, So, Sadly, The Nandi bear dropped in priority, Defeated, Aella shuffled towards the board, And took a dejected glance.

The snake didn't seem half bad, If she could do it with a small party, She could collect more money then fighting the bear with 500 people, The wolf thing didn't seem out of her league either either, And the reward was okay at best, She could do it with one other person and snag 20,000 for herself.

As Aella was thinking to herself, Castor himself, and a girl entered the hall, Aella seemed to be a bit curious, Aella walked over to Castor and said"Hello Castor, Who is this?", Glancing at the silver haired girl, before shifting her attention back on Castor.

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Castor sighed as he became immediately overwhelmed, which honestly wasn't a surprise to him. Sure, he had been eager to get back home to the guild, but he had only been back for ten minutes or so and he already wanted to leave again. Objects were flying around, people were being loud, Gerald(ine) was being a whiny and jealous tool, as per usual, and now he was being approached by another member and prodded with questions. He had had enough. He shook his head slowly at Aella as he shrugged and stared at her with a blank expression.

"She didn't tell me her name yet. Why don't you ask her yourself, I have to... do something. Anything. Away from here. Right now."

With that, he locked eyes with Josephine for a moment, trying his best to silently urge her to escape as he was about to, and then turned away to venture to his room. There he changed clothes, slipping into something that allowed him to more comfortably move around in at various speeds, and grabbing a small, collapsible buckler. As it was now, the buckler was a simple wooden rectangle, but it could be folded out with a quick flick of the wrist into an 18 in. diameter shield. His rapier was still hung at his waist.

His next stop was outside, or more specifically, Kayle's vehicle. Castor had been an Officer of the Blue Empire guild essentially as long as the guild had existed, and so he knew when members were just seeing dollar signs after looking at any specific bounty. Five star bounties shouldn't be taken lightly, they're dangerous, often incredibly so, and they're difficult. Even with groups of people. Hell, sometimes they were difficult even with Castor on board.

Seeing as he was the second to arrive at the vehicle after Kayle's little announcement, Castor approached the man himself and held out his hand in front of him, palm cupped and facing skyward, as if he was waiting for something to be handed to him. Something like a set of keys. Because he was the only one who actually knew where they needed to go, because like always, the members had gotten all worked up and decided to set out before getting any of the necessary information from either of their Officers.

"C'mon. Hand 'em over. You don't even know where you're going, or what a Nandi Bear is. Whoever else shows up won't know, either."

Castor would have to fill them in either as he drove or before they left.

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Josephine eyed the girl, who's stature seemed to mimic her own. Maybe for once she had found a human being who was shorter than herself. She seemed nice enough, but friendliness was a trait that made Jo feel a tad bit uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that, she herself, was incapable of the gregarious attribute. She preferred blatancy over this polite crap, but seeing as this guild would soon be considered her new 'home', she worked up a humble smirk.

"Josephine Gwen." She reached out a hand, hoping to greet her company with a handshake, but faltered with she noticed the caked on dirt that covered her palm. It must have been from retrieving her bag. Now that she thought about it, a warm shower sounded decedent. It was late, and she hadn't even filled out her guild registration yet, so bounties were most definitely off limits anyways.

Considering he/she had been poking around orders upon their arrival, Josephine assumed that this lanky flamboyant.. person was someone of authority. She rotated her shoulders to look at them with pale blue lenses. "Where will I be staying?"

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Geraldine scoffed as Castor so rudely sauntered away, without so much as a greeting. Then again, what was he to expect?

With a hefty sigh, Geraldine scratched at the nape of his neck, and took in the young innocent features of the new girl. He couldn't control the exasperation as he rolled his eyes. It seemed Castor had a newly developed 'thing' for picking up little girls.

Still, he was taken back by her seemingly demanding personality.

"Hold on, sweetheart." He crossed his arms, leaning in to meet the sassy young one at eye-level. "You aren't even an official guild member yet. Who's to say you're even qualified?"

Then again, Castor had yet to bring home one that wasn't.

"If you're so eager for a place to stay, then you'll be rooming with Aella here."

He mentally scoffed to himself. When exactly had this become a boarding house for midgets?

His jealous concerns were quickly scraped from his mind when he realized just how bare the bounty board had gotten. He needed his vices too, after all and his funds were draining like sand through an hourglass. Knowing Ajax, he'd require Geraldine to cater to the scrubs if he had nothing better to do.

Without another word, he left the two munchkins to converse among themselves and crept behind Emery with all the craftiness of a snake. From behind the chair, he tossed his frail arms around Emery's neck and nestled into his chestnut hair.

"Emery, take me with you." He whimpered, though he hadn't the slightest clue of which bounty Emery had reserved. He just didn't want to be left alone to tend to Ajax's dirty work. With the two of them, it should have been enough to take on any 3-star or lower.