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Grey

Balance is a necessity, not an ideal.

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a character in “Doors and Portals”, as played by legacy14

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Blackout - Zebrahead

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Name
He's been given so many different names over the centuries that he has since stopped keeping track. Those that do stick are more of descriptions in tongues that are too difficult or utterly absurd to pronounce into the human language. He's coined himself 'Grey' on his first contact with a human summoner.

Age
2564 (by human standards)

Gender
Male

Realm
Grey's realm is a tumultuous and chaotic space between dimensions formed by himself, inadvertently, long ago. Different planes, planets, and also dimensions tear open and mash together at times, adding new life, terrain, and threats to the current inhabitants. He is considered the Deity or 'God' of the world, and resides over it to maintain balance between its inhabitants.


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Appearance
Grey never truly possessed a form that could be considered definite and concrete. In his realm he takes many different forms, but is more of a shade than anything else. His ethereal presence hues between black and white in color depending on his mood. Most commonly, he is seen as an incandescent spectre in the form of a large, wolf-like being with glowing eyes.

In his humanoid form, He stands roughly taller than the average human male with dark hair, eyes, and commonly in darker garb to complete the ensemble.

Personality
☯ Stoic ☯ Reserved ☯ Carefree ☯
Grey was the first spirit and being in the expanse he calls home, and for a while, was the only one. As more and more beings and Spirits began to occupy the realms, he stuck to his lone-wolf personality and stayed apart from the others, only interfering if it was necessary to balance out forces at play. This has remained true throughout his many years. Though he is a naturally curious individual and generally kind in his ways, he tends to keep himself apart from the spotlight, favoring an observant role over most others. Acting more serious and a bit more brash and forthright than most would expect, Grey maintains a slightly intimidating presence to most individuals. While he is thoroughly cynical and nihilistic, he is at the same time devoted and protective, and even a little childish to the point that it makes him hard to hate. He doesn't lie, but he does keep secrets and tell half truths. He means well and is capable of being nice, but often ends up being sarcastic, especially so when he gives advice.




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Stylized Appearance
Grey really doesn't have much of a fashion sense so to speak, so he looks to his summoner, Belladonna, for most of his appearance choices regarding his clothing.

Power
| Gravity/Density Manipulation |
Exactly how it sounds, Grey can easily manipulate localized and large-scale areas of gravity to his will. Additionally, he can manipulate the very density of his own body. Being naturally something more like a shade, he can completely dissipate his form to be invisible to the naked eye.

Mortal Disguise
If his chosen human form won't suffice for whatever reason, Grey can dissipate from view for a duration, become nearly invisible to anyone save spirits. Another option, and one more to his liking, is copying his summoner's shadow. From here, Grey can move in sync with the summoner to appear perfectly normal, or move on his own, expanding and contracting the shadow for no real reason or point.


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Gravity is a universal constant no matter where one goes in our universe, and the same can be said where Grey's realm was born. Gravity pulled the matter together to form the star-like object that began the chain of events leading to Grey's existence. As gravity pressed in on the core of the object, the energy that was being created through fusion began to fade and cool as some unknown force absorbed the energy necessary to take form. Manifesting in the core of this new body, energy became identity, and that identity became Grey. In a blast that ripped the very fabric of his realm, Grey clawed out of the dead carbon body that remained and began his existence by ripping the barriers restricting his realm wide open, inviting anything and everything that wished to occupy the space.

Over the next millennium, in human years, Grey almost completely ignored all living beings, both spirit and other, as he formed more matter together to expand the space. This formed more tears and fractures in space and time that brought ever more beings to the space Grey had ripped open. In his progress, beings developed what he had forged, creating vast skies, luscious-colored forests and landscapes, lights in the skies that poured their illumination across the lands and realms. Creatures began forming their own realms within his, growing and evolving to maturity as Grey occupied himself with creating even more mass.

Conflict finally stopped Grey's creation into the second millennium of his existence. Destruction began to tear through the beautiful spaces created by the inhabitants he had admired and enjoyed watching through the years. Grey ended the conflicts, destroying those responsible if necessary and upholding balance wherever new conflicts arose.

So begins...

Grey's Story

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Character Portrait: Koneko Character Portrait: Gen Cordus Character Portrait: Martin Siec Character Portrait: Remy Durara Character Portrait: Shulkun Yol Character Portrait: Grey
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The city of Spireworth was bustling as usual even after the welcoming warmth of the sun had fallen. In it's place was the pale luminous moon casting its light upon the crowds. Said crowds were with the magically gifted as well as those who were 'normal', as it was common for many mages to use their talents to make a living in a variety of ways. Stall owners called out selling crystals that held special healing properties, additional accessories for Conducts, and as normal in many markets an abundance of food. Apparently there is nothing better for roasted corn cooked by a fire mage..although normally the stall wouldn't be producing so much smoke.

A few disgruntled shoppers coughed loudly as the smoke continued, even a few remarked at the level of smoke. The fire breather merely shook his head mutely as the smoke continued to bellow out in a hurry. Said smoke was coming from behind the corn stall, seeping through the doors of a bar. There was a loud feminine cough as a young woman walked out clutching something in her hands along with a fat-looking wallet. An angry shout quickly followed the woman's exit as a rough bar patron pointed an accusing finger at the elegantly dressed woman "You cheated! You don't deserve that money..don't try to deny it. Only a cheat would do something as dirty as try to escape using that...thing...". Said thing merely glared with black eyes at its attacker before spitefully puffing out more some from its' head as a dainty hand waved the fumes away from her face "Kind sir, I am appalled you would accuse me of such a thing. I won our wager fair and was playing 'dirty' as you claimed due to your violence reaction to loosing...around". A smirk came onto the woman's face as she waved the wallet towards its former owner "Say..five hundred dollars? Shame luck wasn't on your side tonight. Maybe next time you should keep a better poker face..".

Struggling to find the right words, as the man let roar of rage, flames engulfing his fists as he swung blindly at the young woman before dropping to his knees clutching his manhood as the curved horns of Ollie slammed brutally into the man's stomach before trotting, albeit a bit clumsily towards the waiting Belladonna. The young woman merely gave the goat a gentle pat on his horns before walking away as if it was just another evening for her. The few spectators quickly cleared a path, not eager to give the hostile goat another reason to charge. Her destination was that of the bus stop which would take her back to the welcoming bed awaiting her return. Her other summon let out another huff of smoke at the small bleating of the goat. It seemed the two summons were having an arguments of sorts..."Now do behave you two, Luck you did good work tonight. Take a rest". The dice cup spirit merely let out a small smoke heart before pressing itself to the waiting card in his Summoner's hands.

Shuffling the card among the numerous others as Belladonna merely smiled at the events of the night. The money she had earned would help pay off her upcoming rent, and bring in much needed groceries. Eventually the wheezing of the bus broke her trance of shuffling as both Summoner and Spirit boarded the transporter. Eventually the place the duo called home came into view, the house was silent given the late hour. Moonlight gave some light through the windows as Belladonna shuffled towards her room eyeing each passing room briefly. She didn't know much about her roommates, although like every other mage she crossed with there were quirks to deal with. The first room belonged to Martin, a quiet, but kind man. Apparently being sickly all your life made you really focus on keeping a positive environment.

The door across from Martin belonged to an equally secretive Saturday who seemed keen on hiding herself away unless directly her scathing sarcasm at someone. Said sarcasm was actually pretty entertaining as long as it wasn't directed at Belladonna. While down from Saturday was someone clearly hiding something behind all that bravado. Xavier Poll was clearly raised with manners, although it could be hard to tell when the young man was bouncing off the walls with excitement over something trivial. Still she was becoming fond the infectious energy her roommate had, not to mention the utter heart melting cuteness of his rabbit summon. A sigh escaped her as she passed the surprisingly quiet room of her final roommate Anthem..as a house of quiet individuals would considered sacrilege as the man was nearly as boisterous as Xavier, although his energy had a more aggressive feel about it than kind. To say it was surprising this rough and tumble mage was a summoner would have shocked her given the nature of his Conduct. A baseball bat, an interesting choice..but it seemed fitting enough.

Finally reaching the end of the hall for her own piece of mind as soft cotton sheets crooned at her as she tiredly stripped down to her normal sleep ware. A simple bra and under ware would suffice..despite her favored preference of sleeping in the nude..it would do little good to flash unsuspecting roommates. Ollie merely settled himself at the end of the bed and was sleep within seconds. Envious of the goat's easy dreams, a sigh escaped Belladonna as she waited for her fatigue to take over her body.

A few hours passed by without any type of interruption...that was until a tingle came down Belladonna's spine. Darting awake as the tingles became like small shocks as her hands groped blindly for something on her nightstand. Finally her hands grasped her chosen object and roughly threw it against the wall. Cards scattered upon impact..as her eyes widened at her action of throwing her Conduct. The tingling had stopped..but the cards still rustled as before floating upwards revealing two figures, one taller and the other shorter. Snapping her fingers rapidly as the cards flew back into her hands like eager puppies, and a stunned Ollie merely charged at the taller figure without a second thought...


Who were these strangers and why did they seem so familiar to her magic?????

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The pull was getting stronger. Evangeline could feel it pulling her into another dimension, strange beasts running in her dreams, sometimes feeling like her body was being pulled into a tunnel, a black hole. And she didn't want that to happen. She was perfectly comfortable with staying in her own realm, more so that she had gotten used to staying in here to call it her home. It was so nice and peaceful in the day, and wherever the pull was dragging her to she didn't want to go. Yet, the days where the feeling was extremely annoying were spent with sleepless nights, which meant that she would have to face her mood swings once again. She was getting very tired of this business with every little tug on her body.

Then all of a sudden, it got stronger once again. She thrashed her tail, attempting to pull back, determined to stay where she was. The plants around her sprang up, twining around her to keep her down as she felt the pull swell in power. Why was someone trying to pull her right into another world? She was getting irked at the thought of having it tug at her for days on end. She had never been summoned before, and she wasn't going to on her watch. Something shot past her head, causing her to look toward its direction. Perhaps someone was being too rowdy again? It was rare to see the residents in this world behave like that unless it was in the dead of night, but the younger ones usually become a little too excited in their play. 

However, it was a card. The queen of hearts was embedded into a tree from the impact, and the place it came from was no other than a swirling portal. Her first reaction was to dig her claws in, whole trees securing her with their roots when she fought against the pulling, the dragon trying to claw her way up or at least keep her ground. It seemed like it was not to be. The ground crumbled and soon she found she was airborne, being sucked into something against her will. All she could see strange beasts flashing across her eyes, whole cities whizzing past, vanishing into deserts, running by again. Then, all was dark.

The portal deposited her in another flurry of cards, standing next to what seemed like another spirit. Evangeline took a breath of relief that she was still in one piece before she noticed something was very wrong. She had hands and feet. Where was her tail? Her body seemed to have gotten very small, and the other spirit was definitely taller than her. She looked down at her hands with interest. This was her first time in this body, but she had seen many other spirits who had the same body structure. A transformation then, that turned out better than expected. But first, the time. From the looks of it, it was already past sunset, with no rays of light from the sun. The time was similar to her realm at least, which means... 

"What the hell is going on now?" She snapped, just as something barreled toward the taller individual. With a impatient sigh, her body moved to intercept it, bending down and stroking the horns of what seemed like a goat. It seemed relatively calmer now that her powers were at work, and stopped its barrage of attacks temporarily. Now. Her eyes fixed on the other person in the room, a woman under the sheets, before her gaze intensified to a glare. The person responsible for this had a lot of explaining to do.

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Break the World - Nine Lashes

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The black paws padded through the dirt and grass, trees flanking the path as the wolf-like being gracefully made its way forward. The ethereal form glided quickly past the trees as its paws touched stone, the forest opening up to a barren landscape filled with rocks and sparse shrubs. The sky above opened up to a maelstrom of swirling clouds and storms high above crackling with electricity. Three different worlds, colliding into one in such a small space. Such was the chaos of Grey's home. But in chaos, beauty could often be found if one looked hard enough.

Or it found you in some cases as the small wisp flew out of the trees and circled the dark tendrils that emanated of Grey's ethereal body. Appearing to walk on Grey's nose, the small creature danced about lightly. Grey exhaled sharply and tossed his face as the tiny beauty took flight and circled once more, a tiny sound that could only be described as a giggle escaping from it.

Watching it, Grey relaxed and curled up on a large rock as more wisps joined the brave little creature entertaining the lone spirit as it traversed its world. They formed a chain and spiraled through the air with infinitesimal sounds that radiated a slight hum, chorusing the lullaby the forest wisps were known for. To Grey, they were relaxing, a bright spot that was worth the small time to sit and enjoy their presence.The now familiar pull brought Grey's head up from his paws as he sensed the rift beginning to open once more. Adding to his ever expanding universe.

Directly behind him Grey came to his feet, shifting his form to that of the humanoid shape that he had appropriated with the familiar summoner who had connected with his world few times before. He could sense her magic, radiating as a familiar source by this instance, and the wisps stopped their dancing and sought shelter in the trees as thin shapes in the form of cards lashed past him and disappearing like they had never been there at all. A rift tore open in a pull that began tugging at the spirit before it. Grey had been this close to rifts as they opened up in the past, and like always, he resisted it quite easily.

The world of the woman he had seen before opened up and pulled harder upon him as he gazed through the void into her world. Again he resisted, the pull becoming steadily greater. It began pulling on everything around him, on the world itself. "What....? In the past, Grey would resist the rifts and they would lessen in power until they finally closed, but this one was growing stronger as he resisted. A lone wisp was pulled from the trees as the rift intensified, tumbling toward the abyss with a light screech. Grey's hand shot out to catch the wisp, keeping it from crossing over. The tiny head poked over his fingers to look in horror at the scene in front of it.

Aiding the wisp back to its friends, Grey quickly turned his attention back to the rift as its intensity still grew, having little effect on Grey, but beginning to tear at the surroundings. Diving into the opening, Grey twisted sharply and repelled the pull with his own push to counter and close the gap. Hurtling toward the only opening left, Grey's form dissipated and dove into the bedroom, floating through the air as he spiraled down, materializing into the human shape once more as his feet touched the ground of the bedroom.

A small creature charged with futility at Grey before being halted by a girl shorter than himself. By the sense of the magic radiating off of her, Grey could tell she was more powerful than the inhabitants of the world they were now in. Pushing the small creature and girl out of his attention for a moment, Grey's steel eyes sought out the woman clinging to her bed sheets, staring at the two spirits before her. Striding past the girl before him, Grey reversed the gravity before him in a small area, causing the bed, the sheets, miscellaneous cards, and the woman to float slowly upward.

Eyeing the woman up and down, Grey stared directly into her eyes for a moment. In a flash, his foot lashed out and kicked the bed over, making sure she had floated above it to not toss her as well. The bed toppled through the room and crashed into other miscellaneous objects before he normalized the gravity once more. Bed sheets, cards, pillows, and the woman herself landed back on the floor. Without a word, Grey turned away from the wrecked scene of a once normal bedroom to walk back over to the wall, sprawling on the floor and lounging silently.

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Character Portrait: Gen Cordus Character Portrait: Martin Siec Character Portrait: Grey Character Portrait: Evangeline Character Portrait: Xavier Poll Character Portrait: Anthem Ray
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Belladonna


A variety of emotions welled up in Belladonna as the past few moments felt like eons as magical energy practically radiated in waves that Belladonna had never felt in all her short life. The first primarily emotion being shock just at the sudden appearance of the two...Spirits as well as the trance-like Ollie had been put into all by the simplest touch by the blue-haired...girl? A bit of nausea came about as her body floated into the air as the second Spirit..a male by the looks it made his displeasure clear by tossing her bed easily across the room. Cold dark eyes looked over her body as a faint flush came to Belladonna's face as she attempted to use the bed sheet in her grasp as an improv dress of sorts as it floated in the air as well. As soon as her bed came crashing along with a few mementos falling to the ground from the impact, her body hit the floor as well.


Grumbling under her breath at the rough landing and to add insult to injury, a fluffy pillow bounced off her head. Moving her messy hair out her face as a low whine escaped her throat as a large amount of fatigue hit her body. Laying back on the ground in defeat as she sighed before sitting up eyeing the two Spirits "Well it seems like there are a few of us enjoying this sudden turn of events...". Her sharp comment was directed at her once loyal Ollie and the male Spirit who was certainly making himself at home. Ollie merely let out a sheepish bleat before nudging the blue-spirit's hand as a request for her to continue her ministrations of petting. Sticking her tongue out at the goat childishly as she directed her attention to the male Spirit before stating "You know, it is not exactly polite to toss a lady's sleeping area about the room. Besides look what you did to all my mementos...". Said mementos ranged from small crystal balls, a few prized processions won from gambling, and even a few holo-pictures of her past. Said holo-pictures were quite expensive in their own right given it took specially mages to create the images from hand. Her favorite one lay on its side near the Spirit's leg, the image of a sunny day with both Luck and Ollie on her shoulders enjoying the beautiful day. A large brim hat covered the sun from her face, yet it couldn't dim the smile on her face that day.

A faint blush came upon her once again as she noted her state of dress. Those that said she had problem with stripping under stress were incorrect. She stripped to free up her focus in the heat of combat or a bet..or just to piss someone off. Gingerly picking her way to her closet in hopes of finding something a bit more suitable for entertaining guests at this late hour. Settling on a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top in her rush as she looked at both her 'guests' before rubbing the back of her head "I am not entirely sure what is going on here. Yet from what I am assuming...you two are what the scholars would call Spirits right? It's been centuries since any mage has been able to do this. At least according to the book we found...". Snapping her fingers out of reflex as the various cards about the room zipped into her hands once again as she began shuffling them out of habit "I apologize for the untimely summoning..it wasn't intentional I promise you that. I think I would have chosen Spirits who were less likely to toss me out of my bed and steal the affections of my goat..". Her words were a touch sarcastic as she hoped humor would help diffuse the tension in the Spirit's. Who knew what power lurked beneath their mortal forms...what did they exactly look like?


A small groan escaped her as she realized the likely possibility that her fellow roommates were dealing with uninvited guests as well. A faint laugh escaped her at the hilarity of the situation at all the possible damages that would occur. So much for reassuring the landlord that the house would remain standing after this group inhabited the home. The shuffling stopped in an abrupt manner as she said in a hopeful voice "Well it seems I will have to call a house-meeting..can you two please stay here. Or at least not wreak anymore of my room...You can keep Ollie for company". A wink was directed at the blue-haired girl as the goat rubbed its face affectionally against her leg. Taking small steps out of the room as she pointed an accusatory finger at the lounging spirit "I mean it..don't start throwing shit around again". The door to the bedroom closed quietly, only to be opened roughly as Belladonna poked her head into the room.."By the way, my name is Belladonna Ace. I am a Summoner..and I guess now yours too..Unless this one huge dream...". Shuffling down the hall as she rapped loudly on each door with her knuckles before announcing "I am assuming we need to have a house meeting...might I suggest we leave our guests alone to get to know one another..".

Without waiting for a response, the brunette walked wearily into the kitchen before browsing through the fridge and popping the lid off a cold beer. Placing the cool glass along her forehead as a headache was starting to form and sitting on top of a bar stool near the kitchen island waiting for the inevitable similar tales from her roommates. Taking another sip of the bitter liquid as Belladonna grumbled "I am going to need another one of these...". Hopefully the Spirits would at least take her words to heart as she did not want to have play a game of hide and seek in the city tonight...

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Grey lounged about nonchalantly as the woman began addressing and speaking directly to the two spirits after the slight display of ruckus by his little demonstration....

"You know, it is not exactly polite to toss a lady's sleeping area about the room. Besides look what you did to all my mementos..." As one of his eyes twitched slightly, Grey had to bite his tongue before he lashed out and frightened the woman more than he might have already. It isn't polite to forcefully summon someone here either... He thought wryly, hiding his smile at how much fun doing so actually was. The damage to her bedroom was a small price to pay to the damage trying to forcefully summon him like this could have caused to his world. The place was constantly under attack by the rifts in space as it was, it didn't need more of this.

Keeping quiet and still appearing to ignore everything, Grey listened to what was being said with his posture relaxed and his eyes closed. Inside, he was brimming with questions. 'Where was he? What was the world like? Were there more like her? Hopefully there were more less like her?' But in his stubbornness, he kept silent as she continued to instruct them.

"Well it seems I will have to call a house-meeting..can you two please stay here. Or at least not wreak anymore of my room...You can keep Ollie for company." So there were more of these Summoners. And if there were more of them, there might be more spirits like Grey and the girl before him with the....furball? He thought thinking of the brave little creature that had made straight for Grey upon his arrival. In any case, he didn't intend on being someone's pet. As soon as the door closed, he opened his eye, making sure the girl was gone before rising to his feet and dusting himself off. Stretching slightly, Grey walked around the blue-haired girl and over to the bed he had toppled. There was no permanent damage done surprisingly, and he quickly set to work placing the objects back to where they were to the best of his memory.

Smoothing the last cover over to finish remaking the woman's bed, he turned away to a window facing the night. "Grey." He said aloud to the girl and the 'Ollie' creature bleating silently. "I'm known by many names, but Grey will do for now." Studying the window for a moment more, he unlocked it and lifted, as simply smashing it seemed a little inappropriate. The summoner said they should stay, but the room seemed like a cage once the chill night air gusted into the room and touched his face.

Dissipating into a mist-like darkness, Grey spiraled and floated down to the earth to materialize once more. Upon the green grass of the yard below. The stuff was unnatural and surprisingly hard compared to the natural grasses spread throughout his world. It felt more like a sponge as he sprung lightly on the balls of his toes, testing out the turf. He didn't know if the girl in the room could still hear him, but as his gaze drifted upward and caught the stars..."Lights! Thousands of them."

The stars sparkled high above like twinkling flies on the black background of space. So many of them, twinkling in the cosmos as Grey looked upon them. A bright crescent glared in the sky above him, so close he thought he could almost reel it in. He wondered if his world was among the twinkling lights surrounding the crescent, but quickly discounted the thought. It isn't possible...

A concrete pathway extended down a much darker road as far as he could see until it disappeared around the bend. Lights on poles lined the road with other houses like the one Belladonna was currently in that could be seen off in the distance. A small metal box sat atop a small pole by the edge of the asphalt road and as Grey strode over to it, taking in the texture of the road under his feet, finding papers inside more paper as he pulled them one by one from the box. 'Belladonna Ace' one read as Grey dropped the others to the ground, tucking the one away to give to the woman when he went back into the house, turning his attention to the larger metal can sitting beside the box atop the small pole. Lifting the lid to peer inside, the foulest of odors wafted up in a rush that caused Grey to reel backward.

"Vile!" He cried as he tossed the can over his head and into the road. A screeching sound was heard as he turned to find bright lights swerving behind him, white in front and red as he looked at the rear of the strange vehicle. A hand shot out of the window of the car as it returned to the road with a single finger raised and a voice echoed down the road with the word: "Asssssshhhhoooooolllleeee!!!!"

Trash sprawled out, trashcan still in the road, mailbox hanging open, and the mail spread across the ground, Grey waved back to the car as it disappeared behind the bend. He attempted to mimic the sign of the solitary finger, assuming it was the culture of this world.

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Character Portrait: Koneko Character Portrait: Martin Siec Character Portrait: Shulkun Yol Character Portrait: Grey Character Portrait: Anthem Ray Character Portrait: Belladonna Ace
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Martin

A man and a woman.

As he rubbed the glow of the bright light out of his still tired eyes that much was made clear to him. Upon taking a second look he could clearly see the two he had unknowingly brought into this world. The absurdity of the situation deepened as he looked upon two models of physical perfection. The woman had a body that most women would kill for and most men would kill each other over, complete with long flowing red hair which only accentuated matters. The man was herculean in appearance, towering over Martin with muscles that were almost as large as his whole body.

"Simply... Amazing." He marveled, eyes wide with both shock and wonder. He gripped his cane tightly as his knees were weak under him, threatening collapse with wobbles of instability. This still moment continued until the need to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling over came upon him. He reached out and supported himself against the wall adjacent to him, gathering his balance and with it his coherency of thought. Before all these questions I have I should introduce myself.


"Hel-" Just as he was about to greet them a deep cough gripped his chest. He lifted the hand that was holding the cane, putting more pressure on the hand against the wall for greater support, and put it before his mouth. He coughed loudly into his closed hand, the force of his hacking shaking his whole body. After he was finished clearing his lungs of the sickness which gripped him he regained what little composure he had and readdressed his two guests to this world.

And of course not moments after that things started to get out of hand. The two spirits introduced themselves to each other, Koneko seeming extremely inquisitive with little restraint like a child while Shulkun-Yol was more mature but equally confused. In very short order Martin was even more confused as he watched Koneko start groping Shulkun-Yol, speaking of breasts as though the concept was new to her. Shulkun-Yol lost a great deal of his gravitas as he started squirming away from Koneko, apparently quite ticklish it seemed.

"Why the hell is it so hard to walk in this body? And hey whats your name?!" Her exuberance caused him to take a step back as she came much too close for comfort. He still was not quite certain of their dispositions and thus was still quite wary of them for now. "M-my name is Martin. It is good to meet you both." He introduced himself, still looking equal parts surprised, confused and amazed. He sort of froze there as Koneko leaned in to smell him, only untensing when she leaned back with a bright smile.


Knock, knock, knock. The sound of his fellow roommate Belladonna walking down the hall rapping upon each of their respective room doors. "I am assuming we need to have a house meeting...might I suggest we leave our guests alone to get to know one another.." Her voice could be heard quite clearly as she yelled from down the hall before leaving into another part of the house. The walls of this house did little to muffle the voices and sounds from other areas of the house, a feature which had it's pluses and minuses. At the very least everyone would hear if the summons suddenly got it in their head to try and tear him limb from limb.

"Oooh who's that? Guests? Am I a guest? What's a guest?"

Koneko rained questions down upon him, questions that were innocent enough at the very least. "Well, a guest in our world is someone who is welcome into a person's place of living. Since I live here and I summoned you both, or at least that is what it appeared to be, both of you are technically guests of mine. I must say though, I have very little idea of what happened myself." He explained to her, strictly honest in his answer. "The person knocking was my roommate. I should probably-"

"What in grandfather's name is this madness!?" He was cut off as Shulkun-Yol's shouted while his arms suddenly erupted with flames. Martin gave a short yelp of surprise as he almost fell backwards, bumping into the window sill behind him. This was looking quite dangerous as he was almost certain his own summons were going to end up burning the whole house down. While he had little to no furniture in this room due to the fact that he couldn't afford anything more than a blanket to rest on, everything else having already been sold so he could afford his part of the rent, it was still wholly possible to set the room on fire if Shulkun-Yol didn't control his powers soon.



Meanwhile...


Flone had been sleeping upon the highest point on the roof, the phantasmal orbs behind the protective discs in it's eye sockets only faintly glowing as it's head rested atop the socket just above it's shoulders. It sort of loomed over the path up to the front door like a rather eccentric looking gargoyle statue. It liked being in the winds and the light of the moon as it slept plus it could see if any strangers approached the house. While it was not an overly protective summon anyone it didn't recognize that would come up to a house in the dead of night without announcing themselves earned some well warranted suspicion.

Thus, when it heard the sound of an unfamiliar voice talking and moving about the yard it woke up, it's eyes lighting right up as the mask lifted from it's stand and begun to hover over it's body once more. It looked down from it's perch to see a strange dark haired man rummaging through the garbage before wandering out into the road, causing a car to swerve out of the way. This was interesting but at the same time slightly worrying, causing Flone to give a quick hope and gently float down onto the edge of the roof for a closer look.


It looked at the stranger who was busy flipping off the driver that just passed and then looked back along the path the man came along, following the trail until it spotted the window to Belladonna's room wide open. Now it had some cause for concern. With a great big flap from it's feathered arms it caught itself up in the wind, it's many wings carrying it up. With a flap, aided of course by it's natural wind manipulation, it swept past a couple sides of the house until Martin's window was in sight. Flattening it's wings out it braced itself against the wind, halting it's momentum so it could gently descend to around eye level with it's summoner's room.

The scene inside was quite a sight indeed. From what it could tell Martin was apparently being accosted by two strange mostly nude people, the larger more dangerous looking of which had his arms set on fire. Now it wasn't going to go making baseless assumptions about these stranger's character right off the bat but the fire alone was a pressing danger for it's summoner.



Martin suddenly felt the window open wide, an unexpected event which caused him to jump with alarm. Before he could turn to see what else he had to add to his list of worries a set of rather large feet grasped him around the shoulders and he was immediately pulled out the window. At first he was quite scared, more so than he was at the time, until he turned and saw the comforting white hue of his summon's feet. It's feet were surprisingly prehensile, it having long finger-like toes and feet that almost resembled it's hands with the exceptions of lacking feathers, having a heel and being attached to it's legs.

Still somehow holding onto his cane throughout this Martin closed his eyes tight as he didn't want to look at the ground as that would only make things worse. He just clutched his cane with both hands and put his faith in Flone.


Flone for being a wisp was surprisingly large for it's stature as a summon. Amongst the various summons of this household it was particularly impressive in it's own right. Still, it wasn't huge and even the task of flying with someone as light as Martin was wasn't an inconsiderable effort. Luckily for Flone it didn't really need to lift Martin up, it just needed to get him down gently. Holding on to it's summoner tight it put all it's wings to the task of helping it glide down until it could gently set Martin down right in front of the front door.

When his feet touched the ground he finally opened his eyes, relief washing over him as he didn't straight up hit the ground as feared. Flone gently floated down like a downy feather in still air, touching down right next to him. Martin looked over to his summon, a smile finally able to appear upon his face as the veil of danger was lifted.

"Thank you Flone. I'm not sure I'd be able to return the favor for all the times you've looked out for me." He was most gracious for his summon's help. He never wanted their relationship to be like that of a master over a servant. He wanted his summon to know that all it's help was greatly appreciated, that it was genuinely valued not just as a summon but as a friend.


Flone simply shook it's head with a hand up in such a way that indicated that no favors were necessary. It was just doing it's job, being a good summon and such. Martin had learned well to be able to interpret his summon's various gestures just as his summon had learned to speak to whatever limited extent it could.

Bracing himself upon his cane to walk he stepped up and opened the front door, walking inside with his summon close behind. Inside he could see two of his other roommates already waiting and discussing matters with each other. Gently shutting the door behind him he turned to face the others, his face back to it's tired looking natural state with only a hint of concern behind it.

"I guess you both must of experienced some unusual activity as well. We might need to call the fire department as I cannot be sure that the two spirits in my room won't go ahead and set fire to my room."

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Oh. At least she wasn't the only one upset about this. The other spirit flipped a bed to show his disapproval, almost immediately gaining her respect. Never had she seen someone throw the bed so calmly before, acting like it was all part of his daily routine. But again, who was to say it was not? Culture in different realms were difficult to comprehend. That was the main reason she never really liked leaving here behind..."Well it seems like there are a few of us enjoying this sudden turn of events...". Well, she was not one of them. Evangeline was both frustrated and confused. She had been dragged out of her comfortable realm into this one with a odd and potentially violent spirit, understanding nothing. How one could enjoy this situation was something unknown to her. 

However, her heart softened a little at the little creature nudging its head against her hand. It was the only thing that reminded her of the world she left behind, a wisp by the looks of it. As she reached down to resume her petting, the woman continued to speak. "I am not entirely sure what is going on here. Yet from what I am assuming...you two are what the scholars would call Spirits right? It's been centuries since any mage has been able to do this. At least according to the book we found... I apologize for the untimely summoning..it wasn't intentional I promise you that. I think I would have chosen Spirits who were less likely to toss me out of my bed and steal the affections of my goat..". Evangeline looked up sharply at the woman and her attempts at humor, kneading her temples with her free hand. Her explanation is weak, and so is her attempt at lightening the mood. She was not feeling very convinced about how it wasn't on purpose. One does not simply 'accidentally' summon two powerful spirits into another realm. 

"Well it seems I will have to call a house-meeting..can you two please stay here. Or at least not wreak anymore of my room...You can keep Ollie for company". Oh. So his name was Ollie. The goat seemed to be warming up to her nicely, be it a work of her magic or not. In any case, she wasn't complaining. Some company will be great when you are going to be stuck with a brooding spirit you barely know. 

"By the way, my name is Belladonna Ace. I am a Summoner..and I guess now yours too..Unless this one huge dream...". Belladonna Ace... What an odd name. She seemed to belong to the woman for now, destined to serve her as her summon. If someone told her that she would be shackled down to some strange woman one day, she would never have believed it. She wasn't laughing now. 

"I'm known by many names, but Grey will do for now." The door closed, leaving them alone, and then the other spirit spoke, introducing himself. "Hey. My name is... Hold up!" She nearly screamed as he opened the window and jumped out. It was definitely deadly in her realm. Whether it was just as deadly in this one she was unsure, but when she rushed over to look out he was already on the ground. Well, he is having some fun down there, holding up that finger. "My name's Evangeline! In case you were wondering." She yelled out of the windows before retreating into the room once again, reaching down to cradle Ollie in her arms when she sank to the ground, crossing her legs as she did so.

This place was far too barren to stay. How did she keep up with the lack of plants? The lack of greenery here is shocking. Her house was under a hill, and now someone was staying in a concrete house with no problems. "We're doing her a favor right, Ollie?" Her raised her hands and shut her eyes, feeling the plants spring up around her in a little semicircle. It was hard growing plants here, but she'll manage.

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One by one, the roommates slowly trickled in with a variety of expressions on their faces. There was at least one rational human with the appropriate expression of fatigue..but Martin always seemed so tried. Xavier looked like a child that had been told Christmas had come early. While Anthem looked pissed off as normal and chided her on the emergency beer..even his dog seemed to be scolding her. While Saturday decided to be a little pest and steal away her beloved drink..a small pout formed on Belladonna's face at the action which faded as questions each posing a similar wording came from then.


Stretching her arms over her head as a yawn broke as Belladonna halfheartedly poked Saturday's forehead "Stay away from my drinks, kid..". Her eyes widened as a loud honking from outside broke the silence..~Please tell me it wasn't that Grey Spirit..I don't want to have to chase him around town~. As the sound faded away Belladonna merely snapped her fingers before scooting off her seating "Do not move. I just remembered something that might help us..". Running down the hall as she quickly darted into her room rummaging through a bookshelf. Grasping a large leather tome with a victorious smile before walking out of the room. Her head did a quick double-take as girl Spirt seemed to be taking it upon herself to grow a 'fairy garden' of sorts.. finding her voice "Please do make sure..those plants don't uproot too much of the carpet. I still am not sure how I will explain that to my landlord. Oh and keep Ollie away from those roses..he gets a bit energetic after eating them.". The goat merely let out a sheepish response before inching his way towards the pink flesh of a rose blooming elegantly.

A few minutes passed by as Belladonna made her way through that once quiet hallway..hushed voices came from a few bedrooms and there appeared to be smoke coming from Martin's. With a sigh Belladonna slammed the tome down before the others in the center of the kitchen table before the rustling of papers and a few muttered words came from her as her finger came down onto a lengthy passage "It's stated here of a legend of Summoners that managed to call upon these Spirits through consolidating their powers with one another. Although we obviously haven't been having any pow-wow sessions..or at least I haven't. Her smile became a teasing smirk as her eyes caught each roommate's within her own as if tempting to weed out those that would have such friendly relations so early...

Flexing her fingers in apprehension as she said "Well since we know how we called these Spirits here. What exactly do you think we should do with them..Obviously some of them aren't pleased by the sudden Summoning..and are frightened to say the least. I think since we brought them here, we owe it to the Spirits and on our names as Summoners to be a guardian of sorts until we figure out how to send them back into their own Realms. That way if they do want to work alongside us..they know we only have the best intentions in mind..". A faint smile come on her face as the opportunity the humans had been given..hopefully it all worked out in the end.

The faint roar of a car broke her peaceful state as her mind returned to the destructive Spirit that she had hypothesized had left her room. With a faint wave she called over her shoulder "If you hear screaming and or stuff starts getting thrown into the air..that would be my Spirit's doing..Wish me luck". Hesitantly stepping outside the safety of the house as a bizarre scene sat before her..the Spirit was standing near the area where a mailbox should have been and flipping the empty road off?


Nervous laughter bubbled up from her throat as she inched closer to the Spirit "You know that is a bit rude. Then again you do seem like an asshole for a Spirit..from my personal experience with your charming personality..". A sigh escaped her as she inspected the damage done to the driveway "Well the landlord is going to have a field day with this. This". Her hand snapped toward the broken mailbox with accusation "Is why I asked you to stay inside..which is where you really should be as of now. So will you come with me or not?". Raising her fingers to her lips as she let out a low whistle..a distant baa answered as she hoped Ollie would bring his new friend along with him to this potential fight.. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be Grey. All I want is to get some shut-eye and I am sure you want that too. The sooner this night is over..the sooner we can try and figure out how to get you Spirits back home..".

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As the sounds of the car long disappeared from the quiet street, Grey examined the gesture he had mimicked from the vehicle's operator. It was a strange night, but he was always a sucker for learning new things.

Perching himself atop the mailbox he had fiddled with previously, Grey crossed his feet and arms as his eyes returned to the sky above once more. Though with a sight as beautiful as the stars were that night, his attention turned back to the open window he had hopped out of several minutes before. A faint light shone through it into the dark night and Grey wondered what girl....what Evangeline, the spirit that had appeared alongside himself in this world, was up to. He hadn't intentionally ignored her before, but the curiosity of this new world had drawn his attention away from her as she shouted her name to him.

A small wisp caught his eye as Grey contemplated returning to the room he had appeared in, dispelling the thoughts. Streaks of red light and glimpses of fire illuminated the window it hovered in front of. His instincts kicked in to rush toward the danger. Grey instantly came to his feet, forgetting the fragile structure he was perched on, and was greeted with an audible crack as the mailbox stand snapped and toppled over. His feet landed softly on the lawn once more as his gaze sought out the wisp once more, finding it gently lowering another human to the ground. Relaxing his form, he admired the exchange between the wisp and the young man, who Grey presumed was its summoner. He watched on a moment longer as the summoner approached the door and reentered the house.

His mind wandered once more as Grey's hand lifted to mimic the gesture he had seen the vehicle operator use before. Thinking of the wisps that had entertained him before he was ripped into this world, he yearned to know that their home and the forest was relatively undamaged, to know he closed the rift in time. Perhaps if he was able to, they could be summoned by a young man with as much adoration and kindness in his features as the one ha had just witnessed. Perhaps his own summoner was---

"You know that is a bit rude. Then again you do seem like an asshole for a Spirit...from my personal experience with your charming personality..." Grey's thoughts were interrupted by Belladonna as she approached behind him, her sigh causing his smile to dissipate. "Well the landlord is going to have a field day with this. This," He turned toward her, taking in the mailbox and trash strewn about the yard and road, "Is why I asked you to stay inside..which is where you really should be as of now. So will you come with me or not?" His eyes twitched at her words, something that hadn't happened twice in such a small matter of time in centuries. Her shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night around them, to be answered by the furball from before. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be Grey. All I want is to get some shut-eye and I am sure you want that too. The sooner this night is over..the sooner we can try and figure out how to get you Spirits back home..." Her tone, her stance, all condescending and ready for a fight....

Anger began to boil under the skin of Grey's human form, an emotion he had thought long past him. His eyes closed and his own sigh escaped him, not one of nervous relief, but of exasperation and a vice to control himself. This world was not his to transform with chaos and devastation, but he felt this girl needed a wake-up call. When his eyes slit open, there was no emotion save for cold fury. He reached down to pluck the broken mailbox from the ground. "Where I should be is my own world." His words escaping his lips, calm and dangerous as the mailbox in his hand began to crumple. Slowly it seemed to crush itself in Grey's palm as he poured his being into it, collapsing the structure in on itself as the gravity pressed in. Grey's eyes locked on Belladonna's as the mailbox became less that a marble in size, condensed so far and continuing at an alarming rate. "Spirits are not your pets, we won't be controlled by someone so ignorant to think of us as such." His hair began to dance wildly as the mailbox was no more than a pin prick in size, stirring up the wind around it as its density skyrocketed. The mail scattered about flung itself toward the tiny singularity and was instantly crushed, adding to the mass. Next came the trash, spiraling in and faring no better than the mail did as the trashcan itself launched from the ground as the pull of the singularity became increasingly more intense. Grey's hand shot out and caught it in a steel grip, not allowing it to enter the mass.

The intensity around the singularity began to rage out of control as Grey kept his eyes locked on Belladonna's. As the pull intensified and trees around began to shake at the strength, he spoke again. "Respect is earned, and the devastation you could have caused to my world with your summoning is on you. This is your mess summoner. The difference..." His voice remained calm throughout despite the chaos. In an instant, he released the gravity he had been feeding as a catalyst. The intensity ceased and he dropped the remaining debris into the can he held, planting it firmly on the ground where it originally had been. "....is I cleaned my mess up." The thrash in the road, the mail spilled about, even the remaining shards of the mailbox were gone, residing in the bottom of the can in their crushed states. While the mailbox was still absent, the yard looked relatively untouched and back to normal.

"Sleep if you want summoner, I've already fixed your room as well. I'll still be here when you wake. Oh," Grey retrieved the lone piece of mail he had snatched away from before and dropped it before her, Belladonna Ace printed clearly on the front. "I believe this is yours."

Striding up to the door of the house, he left her in the center of the yard and opened the door, using the same method as the man from before had. As he walked through the house and came upon the other summoners gathered together, his anger began to boil once more. Readying himself to bark out the WHAT! that was on his mind, his eyes fell on the male summoner from before with the wisp companion. Grey's anger evaporated, calmed by the scene he had witnessed before. "Hmph." Was all he could muster as he shut his eyes once more, leaning against a wall apart from them and crossing his arms.



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It seemed everyone else was having a tense night as well as everyone seemed to react strongly to the event that just transpired. As Belladonna went to retrieve an old book on summoning Martin couldn't help but feel a little awkward just standing there with everyone else in the room like so.

"It's stated here of a legend of Summoners that managed to call upon these Spirits through consolidating their powers with one another, Although we obviously haven't been having any pow-wow sessions.. or at least I haven't."

As Belladonna's eyes met with his own his own he quickly caught on to the nature of her stare, his eyes widening with surprise. He quickly shook his head and waved a hand in objection to the perceived notion, his unhealthily pale face blushing out of embarrassment from the possible insinuations.


"Well since we know how we called these Spirits here, What exactly do you think we should do with them? Obviously some of them aren't pleased by the sudden Summoning.. and are frightened to say the least. I think since we brought them here, we owe it to the Spirits and on our names as Summoners to be a guardian of sorts until we figure out how to send them back into their own Realms. That way if they do want to work alongside us.. they know we only have the best intentions in mind.."

After she had diverted the topic onto the matter of dealing with the spirits he found her points to be rather reasonable. Martin nodded in agreement to her proposal before speaking his mind on the plan.

"I think that sounds quite reasonable. It seems they came not by their own choosing so it is only fair that we dedicate our time and efforts towards helping them return to their homes. Until such a method is discovered though we are currently their only guides in this world. Also, If my guess serves me right then there's at least two summons per one of us and yet I don't believe we currently have enough rooms to house even double our own numbers, let alone double and then set on top of the remaining. Not sure how well that's going to work out."


He had brought up an interesting dilemma, well, at least something important enough to him to warrant bringing it up. They were currently set up to support four people, not twelve or more. It was going to awkward for him if he had to explain to the ones he summoned that they were all going to have to share the same tooth brush, well, unless he dug into the money he had saved up for lunch for the next three days.

In rather short order Belladonna left and then some stranger, her summon he could only assume, stepped in looking rather disgruntled. He didn't clearly hear everything that was said and done out there but it seemed they weren't on the best terms quite yet. He'd of stayed and inquired as to the summon's identity and such but the matter of the possible house fire growing in his room was a concern he couldn't leave unattended.


With a short glance to each of the other summoners and a nod of welcome to the spirit he started making his way up the stairs. Slowly but surely he reached the top where he could now easily see his room as it was now starting to spit smoke out from the cracks of the door. He gave a weary sigh as he did not look forward to the idea of watching the roof he finally managed to put over his head come toppling down in a blaze of fire.

He was no fool either. He was quite well aware of the concept of back drafts and knew better than to just open the door if his room was on fire. Using an end of his shirt as a buffer he gingerly felt the doorknob to make sure it wasn't hot. The doorknob felt cool enough but he was still somewhat wary, letting go of his shirt and stepping back from the door just a tad.


"Hello? Is everything alright in there?" He sort of felt silly since he was asking what appeared to be two fire spirits who were likely not bothered by the flames if it was alright. Then again, it was a rather ambiguous question so it wasn't all that out of place anyways. "I'd just like to say I'm sorry for dragging you both away from your worlds without any warning or invitation. I swear-"

A waft of smoke caught his lungs by surprise and triggered his currently sensitive lungs, forcing him to cough loudly for a few seconds as he tried to clear the unwelcome gases from his throat. "- I swear I didn't mean to summon you, it just sort of happened all of a sudden." He turned away from the door for a moment to take in a breath of clean air. "I can explain more if you both like. If you could both come out that would be helpful as I can't say talking through a door is all that."

He just stood back after that and mentally prepared himself for the many number of reactions he might receive from them.

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Anthem quietly observed as the remaining roommates flooded into the room gradually after each other, his eyes especially keeping note of little things, though otherwise he refrained from speaking. Really there wasn’t much to say anyway, he was as confused as the rest of them, and it didn’t calm his slight irritableness when watching Belladonna hurrying back out the room. Upon her return however, a tome was dropped before the small group, and half-heartedly curious, Anthem stared at the thing.

From what he could understand, the summoners had brought the spirits into their world and thus, quite frankly, it was their own doing and fault. Though Anthem couldn’t really believe how exactly he had supposedly summoned the spirits, but he figured, in some way, it must make sense. Although that didn’t necessarily mean he was over the moon to have the unexpected guests, per say. Let alone placing himself as some makeshift guardian of sorts. That may have just been a bit too much responsibility for the lad, then again he hadn’t faired too badly with Chow, so maybe he could, in some strange way, handle the challenge?

At some point Belladonna took her leave to deal with some issue outside, though Anthem hadn’t been paying much attention, and promptly redirected his stare back to the group. Eying Saturday, Martin and Xavier closely. ”Well, guess that’s sorted.” He said rather casually, and quite calmly. ”Oh, and if you hear any crying coming from my room, don’t fret.” Hopefully the girl from his room had ceased shedding tears, since Anthem didn’t know the first thing about comforting a girl. But then, likewise, he hoped the pair hadn’t gotten up to mischief in his absence.

When he was about to turn and take his leave someone else spoke up, Martin, or so he believed. Listening to the other summoner briefly Anthem considered the issue he had brought up, something about lack of room, and whatnot. But he wasn’t overly worried. ”Guess they can just sleep on the floor.” A simple solution perhaps, but Anthem was quite seriously considering that as an option. Especially if the spirits gave him a reason, of course. However, once more as he was about to retreat to his room, an unfamiliar figure entered the area.

”Hell, we ain’t half overrun, are we?” Jesting a little, Anthem turned round and scooped up his small companion from the counter. About ready to make a hasty exit this time, Chow suddenly let out a small whine which caught the boy’s attention. Though it didn’t take the summoner long to quickly figure out what was wrong, and without even saying a word, Anthem spun round and extended his arms out as he held the small dog towards Saturday. ”Chow wanna says goodbye.” He then said, the dog in turn letting out a light yip towards the girl. Seemingly content from doing it, the furry bundle began to wag it’s tail freely before being held against Anthem’s chest. ”Anyway, you know like, if you need any help or whatever, then you just come and ask me or, stuff. Since Chow seems to think you’re ok, and I ain’t gonna argue with him.”

With that as a goodbye the boy took his leave shortly after Martin, as Anthem made his way back to his room, of which was where he left the two spirits. Hopefully his room was still in one piece, and untouched? By the time he reached his door the mage set the dog down to the floor, before nudging the door open and cautiously entering his living space. As Anthem peered round the door and eyed up the area, somewhat suspiciously, his eyes soon landed on the two spirits.

”Alright, so what did you do?” He asked rather loudly, mostly just to gain their attention when noticing the pair was engaged in conversation. ”I know you did something, you must’ve.” Honestly he had no clue, however he had learned that if you questioned people straight up, something was bound to come to light. Tilting his head to the side the boy gave the small dog a knowing look, as Chow soon entered the room and immediately began to start sniffing around the place. Seemingly after only a few minutes the dog picked up something, a smell perhaps that intrigued it, as the animal began to toddle over towards where the two spirits stood. ”Look, I may have been a bit off before, so give us a chance to redo things over alright? My names Anthem Ray, and that’s Chow. Where I go, he goes. So if you mistreat him then, well, I’m gonna have to kick your ass, got it?”

Giving a slight grin, the boy raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck briefly. ”Anyway it looks like I’m your summoner for now, since it may have been down to me that your both here. Though, if you want you can ask me questions but I can’t really guarantee any answers.” Pausing briefly, he dropped his hand and placed both to his hips. ”Which brings me back to what I was asking earlier; did you do anything while I was gone? Could’ve sworn I smelt something, but I guess not.”

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After having spent several days straight of being awake the waves of exhaustion hit Saturday like ocean waves beating against a solid rock, if one were to look closely enough they would see her move and sway ever so slightly as if in response to the push and pull of the water. But she tried her hardest to make sure that there was no sign of weakness no sign of her struggle to perform normal tasks to keep the bitterness from becoming too harsh she even covered up the bags from under her eye just to keep people from knowing. She made it no secret that she never slept, often leaving her lights on all night, playing music or making noise at odd times in the morning. These were things that were not unusual for her room only on the rare occasion during the day would her door be shut with the lights off but this would be for only thirty minutes at a time before she was back to creating what ever project she left unfinished.

A poke to her forehead brought the girl back to reality causing to her to glare at the woman as she spoke, ”Stay away from my drinks, kid.." Where did she get to calling me a kid? Her eyes followed Belladonna as she left the room only to return a moment later holding a rather large book, this caught Saturday's attention forcing herself to focus and take things a little more seriously. She listened intently as everyone spoke, Spirits? Summoning? she knew that summoning was a thing that she could do but summoning a whole spirit that was something to be excited about, she only grimaced when Belladonna mentioned having relations between any of the roommates she looked around thinking that she hardly gave any of them the time of day much less... that!

When Belladonna had left Saturday moved over to the book still left open leaning over the counter to take a look at it, eyes half closed she read parts of the writing skimming over the words as she went. Ignoring everything else in the room as people spoke and moved around, it wasn't until a spirit walked through the front door that she looked up feeling the power radiate off of him and even though she would never admit it deep down she felt scared. Instead she covered up the fear with hatred hating the way he stood, how he scoffed at them, how calm he seemed even though she wanted to throw something heavy in his direction. Her jaw clenched in anger and she looked over at the tall figure her palms beginning to sweat as she pushed down the fear trying to forget it.

It wasn't until Anthem approached her that she looked away from Grey when her attention caught on Chow her face flushing pink from how cute he was her eyes going wide, when he let out a small bark Saturday quickly turned her head staring back into the book. Her heart had completely melted by then trying not to let it show her face returned to its usual stone like qualities allowing Anthem to continue speaking, ”Anyway, you know like, if you need any help or whatever, then you just come and ask me or, stuff. Since Chow seems to think you’re ok, and I ain’t gonna argue with him.” What a stupid thing to say, of course she didn't need any help, she had taken care of herself for so long that she wouldn't even know how to ask for help but instead of saying any of this she just replied in a cold voice, ”kay.”

When he left she she tried concentrating on the words in the book but it was proving more difficult than she could have thought, not having a high school education she couldn't understand some of the larger words which were long and foreign to her. It finally occurred to her that she should return to her room and address the man she had left there, so she picked up the rather large and ancient looking book and hesitated thinking for a moment before grabbing the bottle of alcohol from the counter taking a swig of it as she went making her way towards her room giving a glance toward Grey as she passed him eyes narrowing as she did.

Saturday opened the door only to be surprised at not seeing a man in her room she looked around the room only seeing Button sewing eyes onto a doll who pointed over to the wall where she followed his indication. She saw the painting that he had previously come out of noticing that he had returned to it but instead he had his back to her walking back into the painting as if he was going back to where he had come from. She couldn't help but feel more than a little disappointed in this even though it was what she had originally wanted once she had learned what he was and how he had gotten there she got herself pumped up ready to have someone else in her life but now he was gone.

Not letting it get her down she tossed the book on her bed giving a thumbs up to Button to let him know to keep working as she left her room to try and see if any of the other spirits had left as well. She followed the scent of burning to Martin's room where he was standing outside talking to his door, Saturday strolled up next to him taking another long swig from the bottle she still held about to put it down to say something to him when a voice from the other side of the door made her jump a little, "I would love to come out. I want to meet the other people! But I don't know how..." The voice surprised her it was not only loud but female, Saturday looked from Martin to the door and back again crossing one arm over her chest and nursing the alcohol to her lips with the other raising an eyebrow.