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Michael Vizi

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

Description

Michael Vizi
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"Time is a river that will drown the world."


Profile

Name: Michael Vizi

Nickname: Please, just Michael.

School: Chronomancer, Black Magic

Race: Italian

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Theme Song: Europa


Details

Hair: Dirty blonde strands reach the base of his neck and an attempt is usually made to keep the bangs brushed to the side of the face.

Facial Hair: Normally kept clean

Eyes: Hazel

Build: Slim and partially athletic

Skin Tone: Lightly tanned

Height: 5'10''

Weight: 128 lbs.

Handed: Right

Body Markings: None

Scar Tissue: There are several small scars on each of his hands from his early attempts at using Black Magic.


Clothes

Head None


Neck None


Chest White, V-neck shirt


Back Dark gray sports coat


Right Hand Black cloth gloves if it gets cold


Left Hand Black cloth gloves if it gets cold


Waist Black leather belt


Legs Dark gray dress pants


Feet Slip-on shoes



Weapons

Primary WeaponImage
Weapon Name: Vizi Tarot Deck

Weapon Type: Catalyst

Material: Enchanted paper stock

Ammo: Cards

Length: 12cm

Weight: 98g

Weapon Description/Info: Originally a gift between his parents, this deck served as his mother's catalyst until her death years ago. Since then, Michael has used them as both his foci for Chronomancy and his catalyst on the rare occasion when black magic needs to be used. On those rare occasions, he is able to, with enough preparation, tap into the raw energy of specific moments in time to fuel what would normally be powered by sheer emotion.

The enchantments on this set of cards is nominally focused on making them resilient enough to not rip or tear, though whether it is possible is something no one really wanted to test out. A slight enchantment was also put in place to supply Chronomancers with a slight extension on how long their bodies can go without food or water.

Secondary Weapon
Weapon Name: None

Weapon Type: Strider Knife

Material: Carbon Steel

Ammo: None

Length: 12.1cm (20.4cm Fully open)

Weight: 130g

Weapon Description/Info: A knife he found on a park bench and has managed to not get lost during all of his travels. He generally doesn't have to use it but it can be quite effective at making beggars go away.



Bio

Marital Status
Divorced

Relatives
Alexander Vizi: Father, Alive, 57
Annaliese Vizi: Mother, Deceased
Elizabeth Vizi: Sister, Alive, 23

Birthplace
Savona, Italy

Occupation
Pickpocket, Hermit

Bio/History
Hailing from a rather insignificant family that, like most families, can trace its line back to some great royalty of the past, Michael grew up with an uppermiddle-class lifestyle. Accompanying this though, was the Chronomancy and Black Magic that his father and mother respectively indulged in. As such, his father spent his time either meditating or relaying information he had discovered to whatever client he managed to receive. His mother on the other hand, was from a long line of Black Magic users that had dominated the criminal underworld as well as plenty of battlefields up until a few generations back. She spent her days taking care of her children and aimlessly amusing herself, confident in the knowledge that her inheritance was supplying them with most of the income.

His parents were thrilled when they found that he was able to use both of their schools of magic and both of them sought to teach them everything they could. After a few unseemly attempts at his mother's affinity saw him receive multiple injuries, Chronomancy was deemed safer to teach and he began his rigorous training into the school while his sister went on to do alchemic work for a local pharmacist. Even so, his mother still managed to teach him rather effectively due to his fathers frequent, long trances. He took to both easily but found wading through the waters of time to be more fulfilling of an experience, something he never let his mother knew.

During one seemingly insignificant day in Michael's seventeenth year, his mother, on a passing whim while his father was busily stuck in his trance, decided to try and cast an unnaturally large bolt of energy toward someone she believed had slighted her. She wound up dying due to complications and his father took to meditating almost endlessly to cope with the loss. With his sister off as an apprentice, Michael decided to leave home as well. He traveled around a bit, making money off of gamblers and small time criminals, until he eventually settled down with a girl in Northern Italy. It lasted about three years until she finally got annoyed with how much time he was spending in meditation and the marriage fell through. With that he returned to traveling around aimlessly and has been following the path he has seen all the way to a certain someone's castle.

So begins...

Michael Vizi's Story

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And so the time had finally come to pass; eight had gathered in the easily found castle of pests and amongst the eight was where Michael needed to find himself within a few hours. After watching the rightfully paranoid man finish his feigned set of tracks and begin working his way down the road in a busy and erratic manner, he finally took to his feet and was able to move out of the grass dirtied by traffic. He walked without a sense of urgency with his eyes trained mostly to the ground in front of him–back roads weren't the friendliest things to travel on and spraining an ankle here would disrupt the flow of events. With a few flutters of activity from his eyes to make sure that he wasn't walking into someone who may have noticed him, he went over the memories of what he had seen when in one of his most recent trips into the river of time, his whole body relaxing as his mind sought its answers.

It had been a few weeks ago when the castle first appeared in his visions and, upon further effort, the purpose of such a structure became clear to the Chronomancer as he grazed each of his cards while the corresponding moment occurred. First appeared The Magician, who had found each of his fellows and thrown dust over their tracks. Then came the Tower, wielding calamity in an amber fist against an opponent she would not attempt to understand. A Devil was the next to appear, warped by loyalty to God-Unproven even in the face of their new, godly enemy. With some extra effort into finding the true chronological order, the Chariot stood closest to the previous three and scattered her stones at any who approached. Such an attitude would be fitting the following member, the Hermit, wrapped in foliage and study and with quite the distance between her and the others. Once this distance was traveled, though, one would come upon the Moon, deceived and brought into a war through false promises. Temperance awaited beyond the fooled, drenched in the blood she would spill to combat any that would come. And finally, Strength with vision blurred by his own indiscriminate ink.

With the memories properly sorted, Michael had almost completed his trek down the obscure road, uncaringly leaving his own trace for any wandering curiosity to follow. The tunnel and the darkness were beginning to give way to the shine of the Italian sun and a decrepit castle that was to serve as the beginning of the path to ruin. With body still relaxed; hands in pockets, eyes slowly gazing around, feet making no attempt to quite the sound of stone beneath them, He meandered through the open gate, past the empty truck, through the unlocked doors and stepped into what he assumed would be an empty foyer. This was where he would be spending the next segment of his life and this is where those who would challenge the current flow would be found.

The Hanged Man had arrived where time had dictated he must be.

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Something had caught Lorry's eye as he entered, a lone crumpled piece of paper. Usually, he would assume it was lost paperwork from a comrade, but being crumpled, it was likely trash. Walking over, he picked it up to discard it, but curiosity got the best of him. He laughed at what he saw. An ink drawing, likely Susanoo's or Xiao's, though he may just be generalizing by race. Instinctively, he looked up, wondering if there was a balcony he missed. Instead, he got a slightly washed over ceiling, the supports and beams shaded by a layer of unknown smoke. The castle building was large, and Lorry did believe he saw a figure, but dismissed it. It was likely the assassin, as enemies with actual hostile intentions would not be so careless. Sporting a quick wave to greet him and what looked like an animal next to him, Lorry briefly amused himself by attempting to guess what kind of animal it was. Too big for a housecat. An ocelot?

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a dog. Raising an eyebrow, he decided not to press the issue, as he recrumpled the drawing without a second thought and pocketed it to trash later. He opened his suitcase, withdrawing a map of the complex he drew for himself. Unfortunately for Lily, he had no qualms of hiding these kinds of things from her. He decided to take a ground-floor guest room as his abode, which would allow him the most accessibility to the rest of the castle. Rolling the paper back up, he put it in the suitcase just as he heard the door creak behind him.

His first reaction was to grab the gun in his sleeve, and dispose of the intruder, but circumstances seemed too strange for that. Why did he show up through the front doors, while it was populated? Instead, he clicked the suitcase shut, and looked to face the blonde haired man. Lorry did not recognize his face, and he was sure all those who were recruited by Lily was accounted for. Silence was met between them, and Lorry had the uncomfortable, distinct feeling that the man seemed to know him somehow.

"I suppose you're here to sight-see too?" Lorry asked, deciding to mask the silence with a hesitant, poorly pronounced Italian dialect. Perhaps the man would believe he was a foreigner on vacation.

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As he entered, Michael saw what there was to see, nothing of interest besides the excessive and unnatural fog of the ceiling and the paranoid magician trying to speak some sort of pseudo-Italian. With the question lingering in the air, he simply looked around for a few moments. Most of this careless action was spent looking at what was eventually determined to be a dog in the rafters–poor thing– until he figured that his opportunity to use ignorance as an excuse was waning. He decided to begin with an introduction rather than what he had originally planned; he would prefer not to have to bring the castle down at the moment. "My name is Michael Vizi, Magician, and if you are to speak to me again you are to do it in a way that does not cause my very existence to tremble with anger at your tongue."

At the moment the last syllable began to reverberate amongst the air, his eyes finally returned to meet those of the man upon the last who had spoken the annoying words and he spoke an intention he had not determined until less than a minute ago. Without so much as a change of tone or a flutter of the eyes Michael spoke again. "The reason I'm here is to remind certain people of the consequences of their actions. The owner of a now-stolen truck is currently searching for a way to take his friend to the hospital–strokes can be rather frightening when you can't do anything."

The driver's friend would probably be fine, but a fact as minor as that was no reason to allow these people to just disregard the effects of what they do. The only thing to do now was hope that a divergence hadn't occurred while his vision was obscured by the illusion known as the present and that the person he now spoke to wouldn't turn violent at such words. After all, he hadn't had the time to observe all that he had wished and to simply end it here was to ruin his efforts so far. He hadn't had the chance to see the world under a god's reign or the visage of an amber limb swept away for what it was in the Grand River, irrelevant.

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'I'm finally back', thought Lily in relief. She lit the last candle in her room, basking in the cool blue light with a smile. The trip had left her drained, both physically and mentally, but she couldn't afford to rest yet. It was a good thing that the castle had been built right in the center of a Ley square, as she could get an even draw of power from all sides to fuel herself. Lily examined the room thoroughly for a moment, then aligned herself to the north wall. With a flick of her wrist, she sent Holimel's Eye out of its socket and looped it back into her hand with a metallic chink.

"Little orb, little orb, turn turn turn," Lily whispered. The amber eye slowly rotated, picking up speed at an exponential rate. When she felt it was going at a sufficient RPM, Lily held it to the north wall and pushed. Immediately, the room filled with a high pitched whining sound as Holimel's Eye ground away at the stone, leaving a furrow in its wake. Gritting her teeth against the noise, Lily quickly scribed the symbol for strength. Moving clockwise around the room, she wrote the symbols for balance, skill, and energy.

Releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding, Lily brushed the dust off Holimel's Eye. Nodding to herself, she levitated the orb between her hands, muttering nonsense under her breath. After about five minutes, she quickly rotated her arms while keeping the space between them and Holimel's Eye, thereby breaking the hold of the spell. Lily gingerly closed the gap, feeling the raw energy contained in the mystic artifact. With a frown, Lily peered closer into the orb, but of course the power inside was invisible to the naked eye.

"Strange, there shouldn't be so much energy after that short a-" Her words were cut off with a gasp as the power refused to be contained any longer and bridged the gap between her hands. It felt like she was holding onto a live wire, only instead of cooking her alive, it was filling her with enormous amounts of power. When the flow cut off, she could barely walk her muscles were twitching so badly.

"Gotta...find Lorry!" hissed the Chaos Magician. She pseudo walked/hopped into the inner courtyard and made a beeline for him. Trying to act casual, Lily placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled painfully. Lorry's body took over from there, opening the drain and letting the extra juice flood into him. As soon Lily could move without wincing, she cut off the transfer, but remained propped on Roger's shoulder. He was in the middle of a lecture, it seemed, and she wanted to hear what he did wrong. She'd assemble the rest of the students in an hour or so, once they'd had sufficient time to unpack.

'At least I'm not tired anymore...' she chuckled wryly to herself. Her humor faded, however, as she listened to the newcomer. He mentioned a hijacked truck, which he couldn't...shouldn't have known about. Taking initiative, Lily stepped around her support and stuck out her right hand to the man. The metallic appendage, combined with Holimel's Eye, were usually enough to scare away most people. She wasn't doing it to be aggressive or intimidating this time, however. She just had the feeling that this was the necessary course of action at the current moment.

"Lily Crishon, owner of this junk heap." She looked him in the eye, getting the uncomfortable feeling that this man knew things about her that she herself didn't.

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Try as he might to expect anything the blonde man would respond with, he certainly wasn't expecting the blithe, scathing response he got. Lorry couldn't help but raise one brow against the man's odd form of speech, which was a lot more decorated and smooth than he really cared for. Michael Vizi, a name he was completely unfamiliar with. Perhaps, if it were Germany he might have heard the name somewhere, but this was Italy, and right now some blonde, pompous, strangely knowing man was talking to him. Lorry flashed a grin when he realized this "Vizi" character was referring to him as a Magician. Why, he couldn't be any further from a magician- he couldn't even perform simple parlor tricks. However, what caused his amused smile to freeze over was the man's accurate inference on the stolen van.

"Hm. Well, It was worth a shot." Lorry said, pulling the gun from his shirt. The smooth motion was almost a blur, though Lorry was in no urgent hurry to end the life of the calm man in front of him. The man knew too much, and especially because he was not on his client's list, the man was automatically labelled as a danger to the mission and his paycheck. Even if he did run, which he wasn't, he would be dead before he could grab the doorknob. Leveling the gun at Michael's center of mass, his eyes were briefly inflamed with a cold stare. However, before he could pull the trigger and end a potential threat, a hand clapped onto his shoulder. Lorry suddenly felt his distant reserves of power increase, a surprising amount. Turning his head, he was expecting an accomplice of Vizi attempting to knock him out with magic, but instead found his client. She certainly looked like she had seen a ghost. However, her attention was not on Lorry, but on the blonde guest, who did not even flinch as he stared down death in his cold steel barrel.

Lowering his gun slightly as Lily introduced herself to the guest, his face resumed it's jovial and natural demeanor. "What's the matter Crishon? Stuck your face in one of the Alchemists's potions already?" He asked rhetorically, noting her posture still propped up on his shoulder. It wasn't like he knew the answer to the question explicitly, he just figured that her attention was now focused on the newcomer. Michael Vizi.

Boy. She was heavy.

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With an apparent threat to his life aiming a gun directly at him with nothing but cold-blooded murder filling the aggressor's eyes, Michael remained as he was, both in location and posture, throughout the ordeal. He was aware of such an occurrence and, even if he wasn't, a gun has not been known to intimidate many amongst the Italian crime world, they had volatile magics for that. And even with a machine of death aimed squarely upon him, the Chronomancer knew what was likely to come of the situation and had nothing to fear. Death was not something many Chronomancers really looked to with the dread and horror that everyone else seemed to, it was simply the passage of time claiming what rightfully belonged to it.

The acceptance of the fate that awaited all things would unfortunately need to wait a little longer to come about in full however. It was the arrival of a woman, clad in something worthy of corporal punishment in some areas and acting as though she had already received her due reward for such garb, that caused the Magician to stow his weapon. It was also at this point where Michael finally discovered what had been causing the amber distortion of color amongst his visions of the Tower, a crude little gauntlet with a poor insect trapped forever within. This little object was now held before him in what must have been an attempt at greetings, if her words were anything to go on, but she definitely should be aware of the object's potential to worry some people.

And with her greeting words floating amongst the stuffy air, it was one word that stuck out the most, "owner." It was that word that deserved rebuttal and that word that deserved what was waiting within his coat pocket. He would not offer his hand to something so grotesque but he was eager to provide an answer to her words. "Do you make a habit of stealing property and claiming that it belongs to you? This junk heap is part of my late mother's expansive estate and, in accordance with her will, is to be shared amongst me and my sister." He quickly withdrew a deck of cards from his pocket while jumping back a few feet and gave it a light toss into the air as he traveled the short distance, scattering each of them.

They maintained their altitude amongst the dusty air as the Black Magic began to channel through each of them. "So Tower, give me a reason why I should allow a common thief who claims that my mother's castle belongs to them the opportunity of a continued life." He already knew the circumstances and what was likely to be any argument provided, but what Time dictates should happen, will happen.

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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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Lorry couldn't help but object silently when his client showed no fear to the man that threatened to kill them. Whether this home was actually his or not was not Lorry's problem, as he assumed it was Crishon's when she confidently strode up to the doors and showed it off. However, such a misunderstanding would probably amuse Lorry himself more than the blonde Italian, who gave a pretty intimidating glare. Truthfully, Lorry wasn't too afraid. Vizi did reveal himself to be a magician of the sort, and though his card tricks were very cute, they were naught but spitballs against the Nullifier that stood before him.

Even as he made the threat, Lorry's gun had whipped up once more. However, once again the girl had saved the Italian's life by striding forward fearlessly to examine him. A chronomancer? That might explain his calm attitude. Perhaps he foresaw that Crishon would come to his rescue. Admittedly, Lorry was not very good at telling mages apart at first, so he assumed he was some sort of Conjurer using his cards as a foci.

"Right, right. The cards. Chronomancers always did like to take on the fortune-teller stereotypes." he said absentmindedly, lowering the weapon once more and sighing. Ignoring the Amber orb that flitted around the blonde man like a wasp, he put the weapon back into his shirt and scratched his head. Never would he understand his client's whimsical actions. The assassin that spectated above was probably getting a kick out of this, him his darn dog Scooby-Doo. The girl was actually inviting this man to spectate this important meeting, when she's known him for a total of fifteen seconds. Lorry winced as she whistled two harsh notes to alert the rest of their companions. Well, whatever. Lorry decided to take her lead for now, but Vizi was acting fairly hostile- and he would not take any chances if he decided to attempt to kill his partners or his client. He grabbed his suitcase back off the ground where he dropped it early to draw his gun, and slung it over his shoulder lazily. Striding off to the side, he leaned on the cold stone walls and waited for everyone to gather.

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Zhang Xiao waited only a short distance away, her wanderings were drawing ever closer towards the room where the siren's whistle came calling from. As she quickly began stepping in that direction, she failed to notice a sudden change in the steps and started to fall, only to be caught by Zaisu, who swung up to catch onto a support beam. To anyone else it might have looked like she had just hung herself but her neck had grown very strong from Zaisu's constant abuses so she was unfazed by his sudden save. "Thank you, I'll try to be more careful, I should not rush so quickly." Xiao placed her feet back down on the ground and continued forward, carefully making the way down towards the room that Lily had summoned her towards.

Xiao saw the new man, someone she did not recognize and quickly began studying the situation. From the way that Lorry and Lily stood, it became clear that this man was something of an intruder, or at least an unwanted guest. Xiao lowered her arms and rested her bracelet against her hips as she came over towards Lily. Her bare chest was cold, but she wanted to keep her hands down and ready in case the man proved to be hostile. Even as she approached, she still didn't understand how to react to the situation. So she came over to the side of Lily and smiled to the older woman pleasantly, "I heard your call. That was the signal for us to gather up, or did I misinterpret this?" She stood up straight in order to try to make up for the fact that she was five feet tall in a group where everyone else had nearly a foot of height on her. "I need to ask for help, when we are done with this gathering."

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The question of proof would have likely been painfully predictable even if Michael had not already heard its ripples through one of his trances. While nothing even remotely like his name was to be found, a family crest engraved above what he assumed to be the courtyard's entrance held his mother's name, Acerbi. It was quite obvious that each and every one of these people were foreigners, except for maybe the dog in the rafters, so such a name may have just failed to register in the squatters minds. Before he would have a chance to point that little fact out, he would have to actually figure out which deviation was going to occur, and as such was perfectly ready to surprise the endlessly confident Magician with the fact that nullification doesn't work on a collapsing building. He located and targeted each of the structural weak points necessary to bring down the entirety of the castle and listened apathetically to the Tower's worthless words.

After such words, Michael would have to stand being haphazardly examined by a thief who still referred to his mother's castle as being her own property. With her seemingly blind eyes finally deciphering what a set of tarot cards looked like, she exclaimed a guess at what type of magic he could be; you don't need to be a Chronomancer to use a tarot deck as a catalyst, and the weaver assumption had seemingly no basis. While still attempting to figure out exactly which way this would all work out, the Tower just continued her rambling and ended her statement with the upward inflection that marks a question.

With the comment from the Magician the scenario was set and it was decided that bringing his property down around him wasn't part of it. But since the cards had already been charged with the historical event of the moment, the raising of Persepolis, they needed an outlet and a nullifier was there to provide storage. The cards each returned to their proper places amongst the deck and fell into the Chronomancer's hands, only to be immediately aimed towards the gun toting Magician. "Tell me, what's the stereotypes you foreigners have for Black Magic?" The Ley line nexus that this castle was built on certainly proved its worth when a torrent of energy burst forth from the deck of cards and impacted their invulnerable target.

As the storm of power struck the Magician, Michael walked after the thieving Tower, even after his pained ears desperately wanted to get as far away from her as possible. He would find himself amongst a group of people, a few of which had already been gathered into the courtyard. The next major concern was the revealing of the deception at play to the Moon, as that would confirm specifically what derivation this was.

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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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Rita held onto her shoulder as she swung her arm around in small circles, seemingly preparing herself for the physical activity. Grasping onto the handle, Rita noted the smooth furnish and style. The castle, or at least this section of it, was quite obviously old.

Before Rita gave an actual tug, however, a shrill noise echoed throughout the castle, making the dark haired alchemist cringe with sensitivity.

"Ugh... D-did you hear that?" Rita said, opening a single eye to look about the room. "I dunno what it is, but let's go check it out. We'll deal with this door later." Grabbing onto Jaida's wrist, Rita pulled the girl along out the room and down the long spiral stairs. However, with Rita's obviously inactive lifestyle, Jaida quickly overcame her until it seemed like Rita was holding on just to catch up.

Arriving outside, the two alchemists noticed that the rest of Lily's comrades had gathered together as they seemed to side against a well dressed blond haired man. The man seemed to be tapping into a larger source of energy that gathered quickly around a deck of cards he was holding. In a bout of surprise however, Rita watched as a black bolt of energy erupted from the deck to strike the man Rita remembered as 'Lorry'. Despite the rather impressive display of power, however, the magic seemed to fizzle against him.

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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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Jaida was in the process of attempting to give a mighty tug on the large brass ring, when the sudden, shrill noise had the woman cringing, with one ear pressing uncomfortably to her shoulder. Gritting her teeth, and peering around the room through narrowed eyes, she was about to make a comment on it when Rita beat her to the punch, grasping her wrist and tugging her out of the room and on down the spiral staircase.

The pair stumbled upon the gathering of the ‘chosen’, with Lily and Lorry standing at the center, facing off against a figure she didn’t recognize. Hmm, there were more people here than she’d originally anticipated. The cards that floated around the stranger figure radiated a unique, pulsating energy that actually put Jaida on edge.

She’d never been a fan of black magic.

She held her breath as Michael finally started to march after Lily, hesitating and standing off to one side, closer to Lorry and Izzy as the angry black magician stalked away.

“So, “ She said to no one in particular, “What stick got rammed up that guy’s ass?”

And not just him, it seemed as though everyone down here was tense about something.

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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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Lorry got the feeling he incensed the Italian further with his absentminded words, but he didn't particularly care. In fact, he found the man's passive-aggressive demeanor toward him quite amusing, though most things did amuse the Nullifier. Throughout history, many of the occult associated themselves with the mystical quirks such as flowing robes, knuckle bone readings, and tarot cards. At the same time, many wanted to profit off that venture, establishing the well-known stereotype of the fortune-teller by making these quirks a staple of what could have been a simple magician. It was also no secret that most Chronomancers tended toward jobs that their talents suited them for, and many opted for the most obvious- fortune telling. And what better way to attract customers and establish a name than to acquire the stereotypes of the soothsayers of old? Lorry considered the question that Vizi directed at him carefully, noting with some levity his emphasis on "you foreigners" as black magic accumulated around his body like a dark nimbus.

"Black Magicians?" drawled Lorry, "Well, usually I think they are blonde, Italian, and act holier-than-thou most of the time." Almost immediately after, the Chronomancer dispelled his elicited storm of black magic at Lorry, who barely flinched as the cloud struck him with no ill effect. Dissipating quickly, Lorry was left to re-evaluate the Italian's smooth temperament once more. The nullifier did allow the fact that they, apparently, were trespassing on his land, but this plot was of his employer's choice to 'train' his new comrades, and as long as he was getting a fat paycheck, he didn't mind annexing the poor sob's castle.

Following the crowd out, he relaxed himself against the edge of the door as everyone assembled in front of Crishon. Even as she began speaking, Lorry resisted the urge to shut down and tune her words out. Her words ever flowery and pretty, yes, but the situation she set was grim nevertheless. Her seated assurance that they would prevail was naught but empty words of encouragement as of now. The recruits had potential, but they had to work for it. Lorry, being much older than the lot of them was still considered to be a little bit past the greenhorn stage back at HQ. The speech ended, and Lorry immediately moved to leave, entering back through the doorway and going to his room on the first floor worker quarter's room. Closing the door behind him, he opened the suitcase and took out what few possessions he bothered to bring with him. Most of it was maintenance gear for his tools he usually carried on him, but others were things associated with security. Some clothes were put in the drawers, and he set up a little security system consisting of a couple of motion sensors hidden around the room and a camera. He took out a thin laptop, grinning in satisfaction when he learned that he remembered to charge it. It was filled with lots of incriminating records, all copied from the server back home. He typed in a password, and let his thumb rest on the fingerpad to scan his print. Pulling up some documents, he set about finishing some reports that he would have been doing if he were back at home. It was highly unlikely anyone but Crishon should have the incentive of seeking him out, so he felt safe in leaving the doors and windows unlocked. It'd probably be more suspicious if he did lock it.

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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.

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The unnatural, shrill whistle instantly roused Lorry from his light sleep. He looked at the watch he left on the nightstand, and sighed. Sleep always did come less for people in power. He got up, dressing himself in light clothes as well as his body armor. Clicking his vambrace in place, he belted his swords to his waist and holstered his gun over the rest. He stretched, assuring himself that he could move quite nicely and checked the mirror.

"Lookin' good." He said, his voice hoarse with sleep. Pointing at his reflection, he left the room, closing the door behind him. He wasn't too worried about being broken into, as many of his devices that contained sensitive data would simply self-destruct if anybody but him accessed it. Though it would be amusing to watch a hacker trying to sift through an eternity code trying to make heads or tails of the gibberish. Moving downstairs with sure steps, he occasionally pinched himself to ensure he wasn't zoning out. As professional as he was, waking up when duty called was still a bit difficult for the Nullifier.

As he entered the courtyard, he noticed that he was one of the first. Leaning next to the door once more, he watched his client pace back and forth restlessly. It was evident a lecture was to come. His lips twisted into a little grin at the prospect. As everyone else arrived, the surly look on the sleepless mage's face became more pronounced. She then exploded. Listening to her rant, he supposed he could give her points for going straight to the point. Lorry had been accustomed to working alone or with very few partners that he didn't synergize well with the others. Not to mention that most of them seemed to regard him with ire. Perhaps he wasn't cracking enough jokes. Lorry raised an eyebrow as her pointed comments became more and more stinging. Threats weren't the best way to make people work together. Nor was he so sure that the proprietor of this estate would enjoy taking this. Or Susanoo. Or that fiery bartender.

What surprised Lorry was the sudden call for action. Retaking a hamlet from a bunch of rogue mages. As Crishon described the problem, Lorry mulled over the rationale behind these mages for slaughtering everybody. What the hell was the government doing about this? People don't just dismiss the disappearance or murder of a group of civilians. His visage darkened slightly. The situation regarding these matters weren't much better back home. He didn't object though. A real skirmish is a better motivator than cheap simulations. He got in the truck with the rest, taking shotgun once more. When the truck spluttered out, Lorry sighed and got out. Judging from the distance, they would be two miles away. And they had to march.

About half-an-hour later of marching, they had finally reached the hamlet, where they received orders to stick together, and stay stealthy. Lorry gestured in affirmation. He moved to the front of the group- as a Nullifier, he would easily be able to absorb weaver traps or magical attacks of any magnitude. Since they had to remain quiet, the Sauer in it's holster would have to remain there. he drew one butterfly sword, holding it at the ready as he proceeded toward the village.