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David Young

"Wait, let me take my I.Q. down to your level, to zero."

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a character in “Branches of Power”, as played by TheFinalOne

Description

David Young

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"Wow... That... That right there was fucking stupid..."



Profile


Name: David Young

Nickname: Dave

School: Necromancy

Race: White American

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Theme Song: Hellsing


Details


Hair: Medium length black hair pulled backwards.

Facial Hair: Thick black beard

Eyes: Dark Brown pupils. His eyes usually seem to say, “That’s just stupid.”

Build: Thin.

Skin Tone: Fair skinned with some tan.

Height: 6 feet 4 inches

Weight: 169 pounds.

Handed: He is ambidextrous but prefers his right hand.

Body Markings: None

Scar Tissue:


Occupation: Father and Cemetery Caretaker




Clothes


Head He does not wear any headgear as such. Occasionally when he is working outside, near the graves he wears a cap if it too hot.


Neck Casual: Usually nothing.
Work(Father): He wears a gold necklace with intricate designs gifted to him by the previous Father and a long white scarf with gold lining.
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): He wears a string which has his phone attached to it.


Chest Casual: Grey or White light shirt.
Work(Father): Black shirt and suit.
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Same as Casual.


Back Same as the chest.


Arm/Shoulder Casual: Nothing.
Work(Father): Nothing.
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Nothing.


Right Hand
Casual: Nothing
Work(Father): A bible.
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Flashlight


Left Hand Casual: Nothing
Work(Father): A cross
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Sometimes a shovel, rest of the times a book and a pen.

He also wears gloves when working in the cemetery.

Right Accessory Casual + Work(Father) + Work(Cemetery Caretaker) : Nothing.


Left Accessory Casual + Work(Father) + Work(Cemetery Caretaker) : Watch.


Waist Casual + Work(Father): Nothing.
Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Pouch.


Legs Casual: Black Jeans.
Work(Father) + Work(Cemetery Caretaker): Black Pants.


Feet He wears shoes at all times.

During the Sunday masses he does not wear the usual 'Father clothes'. He wears casuals as a tribute to his dad.




Weapons


Primary Weapon
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Weapon Name:Ak-47

Weapon Type: Rifle.

Material: Steel, Plastic. Bullets are steel and lead.

Ammo: 7.62mm, magazine 30 rounds.

Length: 875mm

Weight: 6.21kg with loaded magazine, without scope.

Weapon Description/Info: David bought this after an arson attack on his church. He hasn’t fired it outside the firing range. He doesn't carry it with him nor will ever actually use it on anyone. It's mostly for show.
His AK-47 is a modified version. It has scope on it. Also, it is heavier than normal AKs decreasing recoil. Since recoil was the only fallacy of the gun, it is now much more powerful.

Secondary Weapon
Weapon Name: Shovel

Weapon Type: Melee

Material: Steel with Iron Handle

Ammo: None

Length: 3 feet

Weight: 4 kilos

Weapon Description/Info: It is a normal but has a sharper end because a lot of the Cemetery ground is hard.



Bio


Marital Status Single


Relatives He has three sisters, Catherine, 24, Elizabeth, 27, and Elaine. Catherine is married and lives in London with her husband and newborn child. Elizabeth too is married, she has a son, and she lives in Cape Town. Elaine died in a car accident, along with his parents, Simon and Victoria, when she was 25, 2 years ago.


Birthplace New York, USA


Occupation Father and the Cemetery Caretaker for a Church in the outskirts of New York.


Bio/History David was born to a devout Christian woman and a not so devout Christian construction worker. Since his birth, his mother always wanted him to be a Father. His mother was actually an extremist that caused regular fights between her and his father. She had always been scared of magicians but she didn’t know her husband was a Black Magician. When his father discovered David, David was eight then, too had the blood of a magician he tried to keep it a secret.

But his mother discovered David was a magician, when he was eleven, and nearly killed him. His father was the one who saved him. He told his wife that David was a Blood Magician (his mother discovered his abilities when he cured the housecat’s broken leg.) But David is actually a Necromancer.

Since then his mother and David haven’t had much contact. He became a Father and lives a quite life.

So begins...

David Young's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hanzo Susanoo Character Portrait: Roger Lorry Character Portrait: Jaida Knowls Character Portrait: Rita Saotome Character Portrait: Lily Crishon Character Portrait: David Young Character Portrait: Zhang Xaio Character Portrait: Isabel Fayth
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Branches of Power-The Beginning


This was it. Her first recruit. Lily Crishon attempted to look normal, sipping her tea and casually glancing over the passersby, but inside she was wound up tighter than a rubber band ball. Any one of them could be the government agent, a fact that made her even more nervous. What did this person look like? Were they here with backup? Too many variables were unaccounted for and she didn't like it.

Less than three months ago, Lily had been a part of a crazy, Goddess worshiping cult that wanted to take over the world. When she'd found out, she bailed faster than a sprinter off of the starting line. Of course they tried to track her down, but after losing four agents to her, they just decided to deal with her when the time came, if ever. Bad choice on their part.

As soon as she left, Lily started spreading fliers and job offers, informing any one who would listen that she wanted to train up an elite group of mages to combat an "evil rival faction of bastards", as she called it. Disclosing the true intent of the cult would only cause them to re-locate and go underground, ruining her chances of finding them. Last week she hit pay dirt when she opened a mysterious e-mail from someone she'd never heard of before. The message inside was simple.

"Is the offer still open?" Of course she'd replied in the affirmative. Lily wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get someone to her cause. The next day, another e-mail arrived, this time stating that a high ranking government official was interested in working for her. They'd asked for a time and place to meet. Being a bit suspicious, Lily told them to meet her in two days at her favorite café in her new hometown, Fagiolo Birrai, at three PM. The name always made her chuckle a bit, but they had the best coffee in town. That, plus home field advantage was always nice to have.

Lily pulled her long-coat closer around her body, trying to hide Holimel's Eye. While most people weren't unfamiliar with magical artifacts, the mundane human being still acted wary around those that possessed them. One never knew when such a device might backfire and explode. She didn't want to scare away this newcomer after all, seeing as to how they would be her first recruit if they met the bill. Just as she looked down to check Holimel's Eye for the time, someone plopped into the chair opposite her which caused Lily to jump and swear loudly.

"My, my...A bit skittish are we?" chuckled the man. "Lorry, Roger Lorry. At your service," he declared, as if he expected her to gasp in surprise and begin to fawn over him. Lily simply raised an eyebrow at her guest, saying nothing. When she finally did open her mouth, she simply muttered something under her breath and looked at the man intensely. After a minute, she frowned and tried again. Lorry smirked at her, as if he knew something painfully obvious that she didn't. After she tried a third time, he made a small amused sound and put his hand on hers. Before she could recoil and smack him, a small trickle of energy seeped into her arm, causing her eyes to widen.

"Satisfied?" he asked with that same cocky grin. "There's not many of us around, Lily Crishon. I think you'd like to have someone with my talents on your side. However, before we go any further, let's talk...Rewards. I don't work for free, after all." Lily frowned at Roger, but still said nothing. She mulled it over in her head for a second, her eyes wandering over his form absentmindedly. Finally, she sighed and pulled out her wallet.

"How much?" Roger regarded her cooly for a moment, then replied with "Two hundred thousand a month." Lily's eyes practically boggled out of her head as her mouth spluttered and grunted, uncomprehending. That was more money than she'd ever seen in her life! How was she gonna pay him such an exorbitant fee? Lorry couldn't keep a straight face any longer, however, and he guffawed at her expression.

"I'm joking! Five thousand a month will more than cover my bill. Your expression was priceless though! When do we start?" Desperately restraining herself from jumping the table and strangling the man, Lily shook her head and exhaled through her nose, trying to calm herself.

"Now. You get your government fingers onto the Internet and find anything you can about other magically gifted people. Come to my place when you get your equipment. It's on Fiore che Sboccia street. The third floor, fifth door on the right. Big stone apartment building, you can't miss it. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Lorry nodded and unfolded himself from his chair, stretching out the kinks in his legs and sauntering away. Lily quickly made her way home, setting up a good area to meditate in her living room. Just as she was about to settle in, Roger budged the door open and dumped a steel suitcase onto the floor, letting out a breath he'd been holding.

"Just set up anywhere, then? Right. I'll be here in the kitchen," he stated, more to himself than anyone else. Lily ignored him and plucked Holimel's Eye out of its socket. Letting out a deep sigh, she allowed herself to tune into the magical device, plugging herself into the Ley Line that ran under the street next to her and let her mind expand itself along the entirety of the system.

Over the next 36 hours, Lily and Roger worked diligently, using their respective talents to compile a decent list of potential candidates. They narrowed the list from hundreds to twenty, and ultimately to the final six.

"So, we've got a Necromancer, one David Young, a Conjurer named Hanzo Susanoo, an Elementalist named Isabel Fayth...pretty name...Two Alchemists, Jaida Knowls and Rita Satome respectively, and a Blood mage named Zhang Xiao. Everyone else was either too far off to make it worth it or not talented enough, huh? I guess it'll have to do. Let's get moving, Lily. We've got a lot of work ahead of us.

First on the list, David Young, wasn't hard to track down once they knew his name. Lily and Roger attended Sunday Mass, waiting until all of his "flock" had left before they approached him. While skeptical of Lily's so called cult, he was more attentive when Roger let slip that he knew David was a Necromancer. Since it wasn't exactly common knowledge, he concluded (correctly) that these two strangers either had a lot of power, or were telling the truth. Since the first option didn't make much sense taking into account Lily's story, he told them that once he'd arranged a replacement Father for the church, he'd accompany them. Lily handed David a plane ticket for the end of the month and told him that she'd come to pick him up from the airport in Italy at the appointed time.

Next, they hunted down Isabel Fayth. Likewise, knowing her name put her up on a registry for a bar. The duo ordered a pitcher each, and a bowl of peanuts. When Izzy brought out their order, she caught a glimpse of a stack of papers that Lorry was leafing through with her name and photo on it. Roger had figured that this girl would be very down to earth, and possibly a bit cynical, so he figured the best way to get her co-operation was to show her that they knew everything about her, but were still willing to ask for her help. Isabel was of course on her guard and more than a little bit confrontational towards Lily and Lorry, as expected. She calmed down a bit when Lily pulled out Holimel's Eye and showed her that she was similarly a mage. Lily explained why they needed her help, with Lorry helpfully interjecting that it was a paying job. He named monthly salary with a four figure sum almost double what she made in her current job. Isabel turned in her two weeks notice on the spot. Lily produced another plane ticket, repeating the instructions that she'd given David.

Jaida Knowls was the next one in their sights. Her shop was harder to find, since it was one of those hole-in-the-wall places, but find it they did. Jaida proved to be one of the more striking individuals that Lily had the fortune to meet up with, what with her pale complexion and white hair. Still, she looked good spirited enough. Jaida didn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, but Lily wasn't surprised since she was asking the other woman to pack up all her things and just go with a complete stranger, on an unknown mission that may or may not cost her her life, so all things considered the Alchemist was quite friendly. Still, it took a bit of negotiating (and some legal background hint-dropping by Lorry) to convince the girl to come with them. While Lily didn't like strong-arming someone into a potentially deadly situation, she needed this woman. Lily planned to make it up to her later...somehow. After it was all said and done, Jaida had decided to accompany them instead of taking the plane route.

Saotome Sundries came up as their following destination. They made quite a name for themselves in the world of potions and poultices, but Lily hoped that Rita wouldn't be one of those types that believed she was too good for adventuring. Roger and Lily had tried to brainstorm a way to get this girl on their side, but their salvation came from a direction they weren't expecting. Jaida started chatting Rita up about various alchemical techniques and methods, warming the other girl for Lily and Roger's approach. Lily appealed to Rita's desire to improve herself, claiming that she'd improve another hundred fold in her time with their group. Lorry touted Lily's imaginary fountain of wealth, claiming that Rita would get paid compensation for having to leave her business and mother behind. In the end, why Rita decided to join were known only to her, but she agreed. Lily gave her the now standard plane ticket and explained what was expected of her.

Zhang Xiao, daugher to the famed Vice Commander Hetaigo Xiao was deceptively hard to track down. After Vice Commander Xiao died, his wife and children fell upon his earthly goods like carrion animals, leaving nothing for his youngest. Luckily she was well known in the city, and the trio traced her to an inn downtown. Zhang, after having lived on her own for a year, had hardened up and was a little belligerent towards them, however when they offered her a chance to gain back the riches she'd had before plus interest, as well as a journey to prove her strength to herself and the world, she changed her tune. Xiao, having very little in the way of worldly possessions, took up travels with Lily's growing crew.

The last man on the list, and certainly the hardest to locate, was the mysterious Conjurer, Hanzo Susanoo. They decided that the most plausible way to find an assassin was to put out a hit request, however, and that's just what they did. Roger Lorry subtly spread a rumor that someone was looking for a man named Haze and wanted to kill him. Lorry left an address at each place he visited, hoping that one of them would do business with the shadow man at some point. Apparently, word didn't take long to travel, as the next night one of the wards that Lily had rigged up in their temporary staying place alerted her of an intruder. Lily got a lucky shot on Haze with Holimel's Eye, catching him off guard and giving her enough time to convince him that he wasn't really wanted dead. Quite the opposite, actually. Lily explained that she wanted someone of his talents to accompany her on her journey to stop a crazy cult from destroying the world. Haze accepted immediately, simply because he had nothing better to do with his time. While surprised, Lily was pleased that she didn't have another person to owe exorbitant amounts of money to.

Finally, the time came to unite everyone and get started. While each of them were gifted in their own way, they still weren't a coherent team and they all had room to grow. Once back in Italy, Lily hijacked a large flatbed truck and picked up the remaining three members of her new group from the airport. The ride to her hidden castle was long, boring and dusty, but the view of the Italian countryside was beautiful. As she pulled into the tunnel that led to the front gates, she explained that she discovered this place during her search for everyone, and that it was ideally located in the center of a square of the Ley Line gridwork. The tunnel went under the hilly environment, occasionally opening up to show the sky or to allow in a small stream.

As Lily parked the truck, she told everyone to find a room in the castle and get settled, but to watch out for bugs or snakes, as the place hadn't been cleared completely yet. The group took the time to stretch and unload all their cargo, filing one by one into the castle.

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"...and the most important commandment of all is," David paused, looked at the people gathered for the mass and continued, "don't be a dick." Most of the regulars laughed, and most of the newcomers decided never to come here again. The rest of the proceedings, before and after this line, was the same as any other Sunday Mass, but David always made sure he said this line.

Just as he finished Father, no Bishop Marlon Samuels, walked in looking like he was in a hurry to speak to David. Marlon was fifteen years older to David, and was a mentor to him. Marlon was a researcher of the magical arts and he was the who helped David learn to control his magic. David finished of his speech and just as people started walking out to set the tables he spoke, "Don't forget to congratulate Bishop Marlon." Marlon looked angrily at David, he had urgent business with David, but was stuck in middle of large crowd of people, family and friends, congratulating him on becoming a Bishop.

He started walking towards the inner room when a voice called out, "Father David."
He turned and faced Marlon who seemed quite angry. Marlon spoke, "We need to talk. It is of utmost importance."
"My word... You became a Bishop, and suddenly it's all super important," said David to the short man and started walking again. He needed to get his Bible for he knew many discussions would commence once they started eating.
"David, don't yo-"

"Excuse me, Father David," interrupted a woman's voice from behind. Marlon and David turned and saw a woman and man stand in front of them. Marlon looked at them, spoke, "Never mind, My work here is done," and left. Huh? thought David.

"Yes?" asked David to the woman. The man seemed more interested in looking at a file than talking to David.
"I'm Lily Crishon and this here is Roger Lorry. We have come here to discuss an important and delicate matter."




"So, did you agree to their proposal?" asked Marlon when David entered his room to get the bible.
"No," he said and opened the drawer. His book wasn't there so he went to the bookshelf to look.
"No?!" asked a surprised Marlon. "Why? Didn't you listen to them? It is a real threat..."
David found the book hiding behind a five thousand page epic, the Mahabharat. He turned towards Marlon. "So you believe their nonsense?"
"It isn't nonsense! It is real and Vatican wants someone to monitor the situation from inside. Vatican chose you, be honoured," said Marlon walking besides David. Marlon had been asked by the higher ups at the Vatican to send any magician he knew to Lily's little group, to be their informant. Vatican feared this conflict would cause much havoc in the world.

"Wow, this is just... wow," he said feigning amazement. Marlon spoke, "I will suggest you go and tell them that you are going..."
"Father David, think of how much damage it'll cause if people find out you are a Necromancer," said David imitating Roger's voice as best as he could. He hadn't agreed, they had forced him.
For the next ten minutes, Marlon didn't stop laughing. David once even pushed him to the ground, but didn't stop Marlon. "oh Marlon, I'll be back. And then, consider yourself dead," he said and headed towards where people had set up the tables.




David had never been to Rome before, though it was just as he had expected it to be which was exactly opposite of the postcards, just like all other "postcard worthy" places. The plane ride didn't go all too well. First, the officials from Vatican had screwed up his name, they had put Daavid instead of David on the passport they made for him, causing confusion. Then, he sat next to faat man, who took half of David's seat and finally just as he was about to get off the plane, he met Bishop Frank Ladel.
Frank was an irritating man, always trying to scam people. Marlon told David that once he nearly convinced an Archbishop to give him his ring. If there would be a film about a man trying to overthrow the Pope, the antagonist would be Frank Ladel.

The moment they had gotten off David excused himself, went to the bathroom and removed all money from his wallet. "Hey David, long time no see," said the chirpy bastard. David knew him from when they met at Marlon's house. That night hadn't gone too well either.
"Hello," said David trying desperately to find Lily or at least a newspaper stand or something. David found a coffee shop, ordered a cappucino, sat down and started drinking it. Go away...
"Hey, there is a nice film playing here. How about I buy us tickets for the show." David nearly spat out the coffee at Frank Ladel. Frank? Offering to buy tickets? David's head was shouting, "Get the hell out, now!"

David finished his coffee, stood and spoke in as friendly a voice he could make without looking like a friend, "Thanks, but I'm busy." He noticed Lily and Roger and spoke, "Give me your card and I'll call." Frank seemed sad though David didn't know wether it was "Damn! Opportunity missed!" sadness or actually sadness. He didn't care though; he took Frank's card and left for the airport's main exit. The dustbin seemed reluctant to recieve Frank's card...




The ride to the castle was, well, better than the aeroplane ride, much better. It wasn't exciting but it wasn't irritating either. The scenery and the "what the hell am I doing" looks on the rest of the people kept him from jumping off the car.

As Lily parked the truck, she told everyone to find a room in the castle and get settled, but to watch out for bugs or snakes, as the place hadn't been cleared completely yet. One by one all of them went inside. David walked slowly caused his bag was very heavy, nearly 20 kilos. It had a shovel and an AK-47, which he hoped he would never use.

Bugs and snakes? Perfect...

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Reminiscing about the past wasn't must of a favorite for Roger Lorry, the self-proclaimed mercenary. The day he caught wind of Crishon's efforts to find some sort of Cultist Group, he hopped onto the opportunity- the girl seemed desperate enough, and with desperation comes a higher paycheck. There wasn't much else to say, though tracking down Susanoo was quite tricky even with his fingers dipping into one of the most comprehensive archives in his country. He almost thought the girl had been joking when she decided to recruit him, but a job was a job.

For better or worse, it worked out in the end. They've had a fairly strained response, but when one was digging up mud to "incentivise" them to join, it was to be expected. By the time this was all over, he'd certainly would have made some enemies. Lorry didn't mind it too much, because he was good at vanishing, and based on the records, the only one who could possibly track him was Susanoo. The funny thing was, the elusive assassin seemed eager to take Crishon up on her offer, so he didn't need to threaten something so ineffective as an arrest- the best thing Lorry could think of when considering how best to get the wet boy on his side. For the sake of allowing the conscripted to get to know each other better on the car trip, Lorry sat shotgun. A countryside up in Italy wasn't what he expected for a base, but it was a nice alternative to hiding in some sort of drab bunker system. If a little bit conspicuous.

Even as the car parked, he smiled and look back to the disgruntled passengers. "Hey hey, we're here! Anybody need some help with their luggage?" He asked, opening the door and stepping out. There wasn't much to see, but being nice Italian landscape he could appreciate it all the same. Grabbing his suitcase full of packed belongings, he took note that everyone was already trudging off toward the grand building. "Tough crowd." He commented, noting the necromancer with the large rucksack. "'specially that guy."

Well, for whatever reasons this group had to act mostly anti-social, he didn't mind. Eventually they'd warm up. With most of the group already on their way or inside the castle, he took the time to make sure that they weren't followed. Without so much as a word to the fraülein Lily Crishon, he walked back down the side of the dusty road in the grass, eventually reaching a fork. From there, he kicked at the dust, wiping away the tire treads and replacing them with false trails leading away from the detour to the castle. From there, he walked back down the road, destroying evidence of the car ever passing by. It was a lengthy procedure, and would probably have to be repeated every time the car made a trip- but it did decrease the chances of them being tracked down. If only slightly.

By the time he made it back, Lorry had been gone for a solid fifteen minutes. At this point, the vehicle was empty, and he proceeded to examine the car briefly. Whatever tracking devices that may have been slipped on would be removed. After a thorough checking, he decided that it was good enough. Magic may have done this automatically, but there was nothing more reassuring than doing it manually. And he did not have the luxury of accessing magic either, so there was no point.

"Well, time to check up on the gang." he said cheerfully, beginning his trek toward the castle. By this time, everyone should have scoped the place out a bit. He didn't see anybody as he walked in, and the place was pretty huge so wondered if he ever would outside of Crishon's speeches or something. It wasn't much to worry about, but if the situation is as bad as the girl's mannerisms lead him to believe, teamwork would be key. Can't have teamwork when everybody is at least fifty feet from each other at all times. The reception hall didn't feel so accepting either.

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As he walked awkwardly carried his bag on his back, trying to find a nice room, he got a call.

"Hello David. This is Frank, we met earlier," said the voice. This was the last thing David wanted. The bag wasn't balanced and it was really hurting him. He wasn't going to drag it in the dirty ground. And now, he had to listen to Frank.
"I'm a little busy right now. Also I didn't give you my number," David spoke as he opened a room. It was nice and spacious but had nothing in it. Looking at the state of the castle, making demands to Lily would just get him thrown out. Maybe getting thrown out wasn't a bad thing? He kept the door open so others wouldn't have to waste their time.
"David, Marlon said you don't believe how severe the problem is so I propose we meet at the Vatican in a few hours."
Another room, same result. There was a small snake in the room and David closed the door. A nice surprise he thought and smiled.
"The Vatican?" David stopped. Visiting the Vatican and possibly getting to see undisclosed documents? "Count me in," he said to Frank.
"Ok. You settle down and call me back. We will discuss this then," said Frank and the call ended. How does Frank know what David was doing?

He walked around some more till found the room he was looking for. A nice little room with a table, a chair, a bathroom if you could call it that and a bed. He kept his bag down and plopped on the bed. His right shoulder was hurting bad. The imbalanced bag was a bigger nuisance than the castle.

The castle seemed to have had better days, looking at the pedestals and the portraits. Agreed, some portraits were not good, most were masterfully drawn.
The castle also had seen much worse days. Either that or the blood splattered on the wall next to a small picture above the desk was art commissioned to Picasso. David said a small prayer for the soul who died here and carried on.

He removed the gun and the shovel. The gun, a modified AK, was the cause of the back pain David was having. No matter how he kept it in the bag, either the left side or the right was heavier. He twisted his back a little hoping that the pain would go away but it didn't.

He didn't have much else in the bag. He removed the green sweater Marlon's son had given him and cleaned the table with it. Thank God for green sweaters, thought David and removed the rest of the items. Unfortunately, he had to keep the clothes back as there were no hangers. He sighed loudly and stood up. After doing some stretches, he decided to find Lily and ask her the details.

As he walked towards the courtyard he felt chill run down his spine. A nice place, a sudden fight and then chaos... Sounded much like his life. His family used to be normal... now, he and his sisters were as distant as the sun and other stars...
He wondered what Catherine and Elizabeth were doing, how their kids were holding up in this unforgiving world and how they were coping with the loss of Elaine. Elaine had always been the glue that kept the family together and with her sudden and untimely death everything fell apart. He said a quick prayer for her just as he entered the courtyard.

Before he could continue thinking about the day his mother had a knife to his throat, he reached the Spaniard. She looked Spanish, or at least of Spanish descent, but whether he was wrong or not he would find out soon. They were going to be living here, fighting some cult. But with a run down castle, a crew that doesn't know each other and two black mailing maniacs running the show he feared he was in the very cult he was protecting the world against.

He spoke to the woman, "Good day, ma'am. I'm David, a necromancer." He put his hand out in anticipation of a handshake.

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"Ma'am? Not a name I'm used to. Please, Call me Isabel. I only call my mother Ma'am," She said, turning and facing the man- David, as it turned out to be. "The elementalist," She added, grasping the man in a firm handshake- a lot more firm than it should had been. Her hand was thick and solid, the same consistency of the stone at her bare feet. This wasn't to make her point, but rather an absent-minded action, she was still channeling the rock under her feet and had forgotten to stop. realizing her handshake was probably stiffer than was polite, she stopped channeling the stone and her hand returned to their natural consistency, if a bit calloused.

"Sorry about that. I slip into whatever's around. A habit Abuelo pounded into my skull. Something about keeping the skills sharp?" She said, trying to remember what her grandfather had said. It had been so long since she had practiced her gifted with the wizened old elementalist himself. She shrugged, and continued, "A necromancer? Never met one of them before. My family usually deals with the natural magics. Gypsy bloodline and what not," she said, "Though I must admit, you aren't what I expected a necromancer to be," she said, grinning. "I'd expected a lot more black and eyeliner," She said turning back around to the railing and pond before you.

"Actually, you may be one of the normal ones, here. Got an edge on the fellow in the rafters with his dog," She said, cocking her head towards the man, "Did you see that though? That was ridiculous. How did it even get up there," She said, beginning to ramble. She caught herself before she started sounding stupid herself though and looked back into the water. A small fish was swimming right under the surface. Her eyes followed the fish as she spoke, her voice lower and more serious than before, "What do you think of all this? I mean the cult, and saving the world. It's not... Something that just so happens to show up on your doorstep," She said, shaking her head.

"They found me at my bar in Boston. Had my picture and all my information. How did they get it? How did they find me? Why? I didn't have time to think about all of this. They flashed me the pay for this job and I went stupid. I didn't think, I just accepted and next thing I knew, here I am, wondering far too damn late why... Heh, Abuelo would beat my ass if he knew how I acted so rashly," She said, chuckling. Feeling the sense that she was, indeed rambling, she turned with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, I don't normally go on about crap like this. It's just so... Strange, you know. Just thrown in the middle of a hornets nest- blindfolded- as far as I'm concerned," She added.

"How about you, how did they find you? Did they flash you a fat check too?" Isabel asked the necromancer.

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"Ma'am? Not a name I'm used to. Please, Call me Isabel. I only call my mother Ma'am. The Elementalist," Isabel said and took David’s hand. An elementalist huh?, thought David as he tried to take his hand out of her grasp. His day hadn’t gone well and broken fingers would just make him loose control.

"Sorry about that. I slip into whatever's around. A habit Abuelo pounded into my skull. Something about keeping the skills sharp?" She said to David and let his hand go. A forgetful elementalist? A disaster in the making. David spoke, “Your grandfather is a wise man. Unfortunately if necromancers practiced regularly, they would end up in jail. It is not a loved art.” He looked at the pond behind Isabel. Fishes swam, ignoring David and Isabel, enjoying their insignificant lives. Not that David’s life was any more significant in God’s schemes, but what was the harm in thinking so?

She shrugged, and continued, "A necromancer? Never met one of them before. My family usually deals with the natural magic. Gypsy bloodline and what not," she said, "Though I must admit, you aren't what I expected a necromancer to be," she said, grinning. "I'd expected a lot more black and eyeliner," She said turning back around to the railing and pond before her.

David did find her expectation of a Necromancer funny though it saddened him that she too was like the others. Necromancy was thought of as ‘black’ arts, devil’s doing and whatnot. Most people considered it worse than Black Arts, which had a bad reputation too. People came running to a Necromancer if they couldn’t find a Blood Magician to cure them. But respect a Necromancer? Ha!

David spoke with a smile, “Many Necromancers of old believed they got their powers from one god of death or another. They thought if they applied eyeliner and covered themselves in black paint, God would be appeased.


"Actually, you may be one of the normal ones, here. Got an edge on the fellow in the rafters with his dog," She said, cocking her head towards the man, "Did you see that though? That was ridiculous. How did it even get up there," She said, beginning to ramble.

Yes, I did notice the man and his dog. If one wishes to throw away his life, then what can we do? God will punish him for wasting something so precious,” David said, again looking at the man. God would punish him for his recklessness, David was sure of that. Maybe David would be allowed to resurrect him. The man wouldn’t have his soul but at least he could jeopardize his ‘life’ as much as he wanted.

Isabel spoke again, her voice lower and more serious than before, "What do you think of all this? I mean the cult, and saving the world. It's not... Something that just so happens to show up on your doorstep," She said, shaking her head.

David hadn’t bothered to give it much thought. The fact that Vatican thought it was true pretty much meant it was true. Marlon did not joke around when talking about the Vatican. He answered, “I do not know much about the cult. I was on my way to ask Miss Lily about this. I just hope I’m not being duped. I still haven’t learnt to control my anger and this place,” he looked back at the castle and then at Isabel, “this place has surely seen a bloodbath or two,” he joked. Not that two hundred year old bodies could be resurrected, but he had a 'reputation' to uphold.

Isabel continued, "They found me at my bar in Boston. Had my picture and all my information. How did they get it? How did they find me? Why? I didn't have time to think about all of this.

They flashed me the pay for this job and I went stupid. I didn't think, I just accepted and next thing I knew, here I am, wondering far too damn late why... Heh, Abuelo would beat my ass if he knew how I acted so rashly," She said, chuckling.

"Sorry, I don't normally go on about crap like this. It's just so... Strange, you know. Just thrown in the middle of a hornets nest- blindfolded- as far as I'm concerned," She added.

No need to apologize. The way I see it, we are probably going to be here for some time. I don’t wish to be strangers with anyone. If there is a cult and they are out to murder everyone, then the least I would like to know is who I will be fighting with.” David never really liked to talk to people. He’d stay quiet, if given the option. But that option wasn't available here.

The fishes were tempting him to forgot about all this cult nonsense and just meander about.

"How about you, how did they find you? Did they flash you a fat check too?" Isabel asked the necromancer.

It was more blackmail than money to be honest. If they have gotten other people using blackmail, the cult has already won. Time will tell us, as it always does and hopefully it will be on our side."

He paused for a while and then spoke, "Should we wait here for Lily or go find her?

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Now this came as a surprise to Lily. Maybe Lorry was right to draw a gun on this man. Acting casual, she tossed a lock of hair over her right ear, thereby disengaging Holimel's Eye from its socket. The amber orb dropped to waist level and hovered there, bobbing up and down erratically.

"Listen here, kid, I don't see your name on our new home. Any shmuck can walk in and say what he likes, including what you just said. Hell, even wills can be forged with enough money and influence these days. Aaannnnd, seeing as how we outnumber you eight to one...nine including Lorry's gun, I suggest you change your tune. You can't kill all of us with a magic deck of cards. We can be friendly. You should make an effort as well."

Lily let her words hang just as ominously as the cards, but after a moment, she realized something else. "What do you mean by 'Tower' anyways? I already introduced myself, and 'Lily Crishon' sounds nothing like 'Tower', in my opinion." She thought about it for a moment, looking at each of the cards as they passed in her range of vision, eyes widening a bit as she glimpsed the tower card.

"Oh! You're a Chronomancer! But...That can't be all. Weaver perhaps? Hmm..." Devoid of fear at this point, Lily replaced Holimel's Eye and walked around the cloud of cards, examining the man as if he were a puzzle or a math problem to be solved. He had reacted in a genuinely angry fashion, which either meant that he was a squatter or the true owner. Either way, she wasn't about to let some stranger evict her new partners. If it came down to a fight, Lily wasn't going to pull any punches, but she sincerely hoped that violence wasn't needed.

"Tell you what, stranger. Meet the people you're trying to throw out before taking any...rash, shall we say, courses of action?" She led the way to the outer courtyard, where there were two others conveniently waiting. Lily put two fingers to her lips and whistled shrilly once and then again after a short interval. She used a bit of magic to project the sound into whatever hidey holes her crew might have managed to get themselves lost in. Hopefully they'd all show up shortly, so Lily could get started with the briefing. Maybe kill two birds with one stone? Convince the stranger to back off and inform the others about their purposes.

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Isabel nodded along with David's words and then finally shrugged, "You think we could even find our fearless leader in this labyrinth? It was dumb luck I managed to make it out here." Truth be told, she didn't even want to go back within the castle. It was such a pretty day to be spent inside a dead castle. Though, the alchemists probably found a nice large room to concoct their potions and what not. Luckily finding Lily wasn't the issue, though the high pitched magic-aided whistle cutting through the air did cause Isabel to jump a little. She turned looked at their employer, "Looks like we won't be needing to find her at all, huh David?" She said, looking up at the man. Yes, look up. Though she spoke to the man as an equal, he still managed to easily have a foot and a half over her. Truth be told, she was perhaps the shortest there, barring the strange Asian woman who opted to not wear a shirt... She had made up her mind to avoid her until she managed to scrounge a top.

She glanced at David upon the appearance of this such woman, wondering how the pious man would act. Izzy could tell from the way he spoke and what he had said that the man was a religious figure. Strange considering his school of necromancy. Or perhaps because of it. Izzy wasn't a Psychology major, so all of her thoughts were useless conjecture. "You think she even has a shirt?" She whispered to David. The girl was young, younger than Izzy was by a bit. David, again, was looking to be the winner for being the most normal there.

Then, she saw someone else. No one she had saw on the ride, she would have remembered that blond hair. He had followed behind Lily out into the courtyard, and had piqued her curiosity. She looked back at David for the last time and said, "Shall we?" Jerking her head towards the gathering. Barefooted, she stepped out of the stone gazebo and onto the cool grass as she approached her employer. As she spoke, she took her gloves out of her back pocket and began to slip them over her hands. Who knew, maybe Lily would want a demonstration. "Hey boss? You rang?" She said as she approached, her eyes flitted between those that had gathered so far. Lily, Lorry, the naked Asian (who Izzy tried her best to ignore), and the newcomer. Her eyes lingered on the stranger before speaking again, "Hey Lily, who's this guy? I thought there were only eight of us. I don't remember his face from the ride here," she said, giving the man a inquisitive look. Course, she didn't remember many faces from the ride either, but his in particular

As she waited for Lily's response, Izzy kept a suspicious eye on the man. She didn't like something about that man. Perhaps it was the unknown she didn't like. Would explain why she felt suspicious about the man in the rafters too.

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Isabel nodded along with David's words and then finally shrugged, "You think we could even find our fearless leader in this labyrinth? It was dumb luck I managed to make it out here." Now that Isabel mentioned it, David tried to remember how he had reached the outside. Was it left, down, right? Right, left, down? That wasn't a smart move. He'd have find the entrance to the castle and then get back to his room.

Luckily finding Lily wasn't the issue, though the high pitched magic-aided whistle cutting through the air. "Looks like we won't be needing to find her at all, huh David?" Isabel said, looking up at David. David nodded, somewhat in happiness. They would have surely been in trouble if Lily hadn't come along. He turned back towards the railing, looked at the fishes and sighed. Now the truth would be out, and hopefully it would make sense. David would be happier if they were here to protect some Mafia guy. At least that would be realistic. But then again, "Vatican says it is true." David hated quite a few in their brotherhood, but none of them were lunatics. They would never joke around.

Isabel glanced at David and whispered, "You think she even has a shirt?" David wasn't sure how to react. Did Isabel want him to look at a naked woman? He was stumped for a second. Why'd she want him to look at a naked woman? Did she take him as a pervert and was testing him? He didn't look back and carried on staring at the fishes. Also, why was there a naked woman?

"Shall we?" asked Isabel a few moments later and stepped away from the pond and towards Lily. David turned towards Isabel and the others thinking, I'll just ignore this wom-

The very next instant David turned back towards the pond, eyes shut. "Oh God. That's not a woman... that's a kid," he muttered to himself. He wasn't going anywhere near that place. Many in church were taunted as pedophiles, David was too once called a pedophile, and if he was seen with a shirtless girl, that would be end of his life. "Go on ahead," he said to Isabel, who was already a couple of meters away.

Luckily, or unluckily, they were only a few meters away from him so he didn't need to turn around. Not that he would, but still.

"Hey boss? You rang? Hey Lily, who's this guy? I thought there were only eight of us. I don't remember his face from the ride here," Isabel said. David realized that , yes, they were in fact supposed to be only eight people, including the man in the rafters. He had noticed the blond man when he had turned back. Who was this person?

If this guy was going to fight them, David would be of no use. There were no dead bodies and they already had a Blood magician. So, not getting in the way was the best option to take. But more importantly, who was this guy? Lily had said there were eight possible members, including herself and Lorry. And considering Lily or Lorry did not mind the guy in the rafters, this guy was not in that list of eight. Maybe they found this guy in the time between 'recruiting' David and the plane ride. Had Lily researched about this guy? He surely hoped so or they could have a spy in their ranks. Or this was a game show. A reality show organized to fool him. David smiled. This was actually the best explanation he could come up with right now. "Oh God, let this be a game show," he prayed.

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While waiting for everyone to assemble, Lily went over scenarios in her head. She wanted to word things just right, without making things seem too grim, but she also didn't want to sugarcoat anything. They were in this together, for good or for ill. Her reverie was broken as both Isabel and Zhang popped up next to her.

"I heard your call. That was the signal for us to gather up, or did I misinterpret this? I need to ask for help, when we are done with this gathering." piped Xaio. Nodding absentmindedly, the older woman kept scanning the group as they arrived. To Isabel, she held up a finger to ask for a moment. All would be explained once she was sure they were all there. Lily cleared her throat and adjusted her hat.

"I have some news, both good and bad," she stated matter-of-factly. Mentally she winced at the cliché line, but kept going. "You all know that you're here for an important task, but I want to make it doubly clear. We are here to stop the end of our existence. It won't be an easy task...Hell, it'll probably be the hardest thing anyone has ever done, but it's up to us. You all are the cream of the crop, or have the potential to be."

Lily paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. "First, a warning. I would say that if you don't think you can do it, you may leave...But you can't. Not because I'm telling you that you can't, but simply that if you leave now, everyone will die. Second, your best won't be good enough. Not on its own. We all have to be the best. 'Cause you see, our enemy isn't just this cult. It isn't just a group of crazy mages with insane power. It's that, as well as a Goddess! I don't mean the empty deities that people worship in temples, but a real being with real, infinite power. Well, nigh infinite, actually. The cult of Caernavon is researching a way to bind their Goddess into a mortal shell. If that happens, they will have access to all her destructive power and it'll all be over. In case none of you have researched into obscure occult gods, Caernavon happens to be the Big Boss. Her weapons are Pestilence, Plague and Death, and believe me, she will know how to use them."

Her allies shifted uneasily as her speech went on. Lily frowned slightly, realizing that she was painting a bleak and hopeless picture for them. "Don't worry though! The cultists are only humans, and humans make mistakes. Their first one was letting me in and then not hunting me down when I left. We won't let them make a second. However, in order to stop them, we have to train. They won't be as cohesive as we will. The cultists will be a group of individuals, easily divided...easily slaughtered. We will be one unit, a thresher to their wheat. When I'm done with us, we will be the ones that they will fear!"

Her voice rose in pitch as she neared the end of her pep talk, oozing emotion and confidence. Lily fully believed that this group of eight, maybe nine, could become something more, and she made sure they knew of her faith.

"Today, rest and get set up, because we start tomorrow, bright and early. We'll have to fix up the castle, get supplies, set up training areas. It's going to be an involved task, so prepare yourselves.That's all I have for you."

Lily allowed the group to disperse as it pleased, some breaking into pairs, others alone. After a while, she turned to Xaio to see what the girl needed.

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After hours of tossing and turning, Lily gave up trying to get any rest for the night. In the two weeks that her group had been 'training', progress was little. There were still pieces of the castle in disrepair, the electricity was faulty, and worst of all, her crew still hadn't improved much! Their abilties may have progressed some, but function as a unit, they did not. Lily had been searching in ever widening circles for a test of some sort for the past couple days, and just the night before, she'd found it. A small hamlet, isolated like the castle, had been taken over by a group of mages. They'd slaughtered most of the inhabitants, using the remaining live ones as playthings and experiments.

Throwing on her traveling coat, Lily strode briskly to the main courtyard and whistled shrilly, once and then again after a few seconds. She didn't much care if she was disturbing their precious night's sleep. If Lily wasn't sleeping tonight, neither was anyone else. She took to pacing and muttering under her breath as the rest started to arrive, making her displeasure known.

"Ok since everyone's here, I'll make this quick. You've not been improving...at least, not in the ways I need you to. So we're gonna take a field trip and get some real life testing done. There's a small town to our southeast that's been taken over by hostile mages. We're gonna take it back. Now, some things to remember while we're there. We are a team, and that means we work like one. Use each other's strengths and cover each other's weaknesses. I don't want to see anyone by themselves, and whatever gods you pray to so help me, if one of us gets hurt because someone else wasn't covering them, I'll make you regret the day of your conception!"

Lily stopped herself for a moment, massaging her temples. The last thing she needed was to get angry and lecture these men and women like they were children, but it was hard.

"In the last two weeks, you've all improved individually quite well, but you're still individuals! The culties are individuals too, but there's more of them then us. In order to counteract that, we have to be one unit. I've said all this before, but you didn't seem to take it to heart. Well here's your chance to prove yourselves to each other. You fight together...or die alone. Suit up and meet me at the flatbed in ten minutes," finished Lily with a growl. The end of the world wasn't going to go easy on anyone, and neither would she. These were grown ass adults, and Lily wasn't about to pussyfoot around to spare their feelings. She couldn't afford to.

As soon as everyone was on-board, Lily slammed the heap into gear and took off. The hamlet was about a seventy miles from the castle, so they had to go pretty quick to make good time. About two miles out, the truck puttered out and died. After a couple minutes trying to revive the beast, Lily gave up and had everyone simply take their gear on the march. It'd be stealthier this way anyways. On the outskirts of the village, Lily stopped them.

"We do this quiet like as for as long as possible. Once the alarm goes up, stick together unless otherwise instructed. Remember, under NO circumstance should anyone get separated. Ok, move out."

The moon shone dimly from behind the cloud cover, providing a decent atmosphere for their work.