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Martin Siec

"We are not perfect."

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

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"If I must then I'll take their burdens upon me. If I do not then I'll have only condemned another to unnecessary suffering."
Theme Song - Before I Leave This World by Ivan Torrent


Name: Martin Siec

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Style: - The Crippled Martyr

Conduct: - A Walking Stick






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Appearance:

He's kind of a weak young man. At the best of times he looks thin as though he's been starving for quite a while. His fingers are rather bony yet long for his size. He's got about as much muscle on him as a girl around the same age. His shortish medium length hair tends to be naturally messy, difficult to straighten out and make neat. He does make some effort to try and stay neat and clean. His skin is pale to an almost unhealthy looking extent. He struggles to walk anywhere, forced to go everywhere with his walking stick.

He stands at about five feet four inches tall and he weighs a little under a hundred pounds. His dress sense is plain and comfortable. He typically wears a black shirt and grey pants, all designed for comfort over style.

Personality:


He is a calm, quiet one. generally he tries to be polite and kind to those around him. He mostly keeps to himself, staying relatively quiet and reserved around company. Around a couple people he trusts in a calm environment he can hold a pleasant conversation. He tends to be less social in crowded areas, around people he doesn't know and in tense or frantic environments. He likes to think of himself as a logical person, thinking things through and coming to objective solutions rather than emotionally driven ones.

He wants to help others with his powers. He feels that others should not suffer if he has the power to prevent it. As much as he wants to help however his naturally reserved nature keeps him from getting into other people's business's seeing as he does not wish to burden others. Some might describe him as humble as he sees no quality of his as elevated above anyone else's. While this lack of arrogance is positive he takes little pride in his accomplishments, undervaluing his work and often dipping into self deprecation.

He makes an effort to avoid conflicts wherever they arise. He will help those as best as he can but there is only so much he can do for people given his own ailments. Deep inside he has a major fear of death seeing as how he constantly skirts the borders of it. He tries to suppress this fear with his desire to help others but it's constantly on his mind.





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Summons

Wisp (1)

Name: Flone

Appearance: A rather thin cloud white creature with multiple wings all along it. It's forward most wing appendages are actually it's hands, capable of grasping and manipulating objects with them. In it's center it has multiple apertures, the most prominent of which contains a strange glowing blue flame which possesses no heat. This creature stands just a little below Martin's chest height, standing on humanoid legs with rather standard feet albeit completely white. It's got a head with no neck that simply hovers over it's body like an unearthly mask with indistinct glowing blue spheres set behind transparent discs serving as it's eyes.

Habits: This being is powered by the wind, needing little to no other form of sustenance. It loves being outdoors and standing in powerful gusts of wind. When it is not serving it's summoner it can be found flying about the sky, dancing around birds and generally being a free spirited entity. It speaks through strange piping sounds which it has learned to contort into speech which humans can understand.

Talents:

- It can control the wind to a limited extent.

- It is an exceptional flyer that is extremely agile and coordinated in the air.

- It can speak with birds.

Background


Martin was not born into a city packed with magicians like many were. At the most there were a couple low level practitioners in the sleepy little town he called his own. Being a summoner he was quite the exception amongst the crowd. Off-setting this however was his poor health. It seemed like he was the first to catch every illness that went through town. While all the other people of his small town had great health and easy lives Martin had the short end of the stick in many regards. He wasn't exactly the most popular kid in class. Because of his naturally shy nature he was picked on a lot by bullies. He did have one friend though. Her name was Sarah Selnit, a tall red haired athletic girl. She was kind and stood up for those who were picked on. She was in the school track team, the fastest runner they had. Her dream was to grow up and become an Olympic sprinter. Every day she would jog to school and back because she enjoyed it.

One day on her way back from school tragedy struck. While jogging through a civilian crosswalk she was hit by a drunk person driving a sizable pick-up truck. She survived but her hip and her left leg was broken as a result. Now this town didn't have anything in the way of magical healers or the like, there wasn't enough of a population to really warrant such expertise to be hired at any of the local hospitals. She was taken to the town hospital where she was given her diagnosis. The doctor told her that they could fix her hip and her leg but the nerve endings in the left leg were damaged. Even if her leg's bone healed back up her leg would still be paralyzed. In time the nerves would heal but she could never run professionally again. Of course this devastated Sarah. When she returned to her home across the street from his Martin could clearly see she had become a different person. Having had her dreams destroyed she spoke very little, secluding herself from everyone else in sorrow. This in turn affected Martin deeply, seeing his only friend stuck in such depression.


That is when an enigmatic figure appeared before him one night, showing up in the bathroom mirror as his own reflection. This wasn't an ordinary reflection however. This nearly identical image of himself looked somewhat sicker than him and, most foreboding of all, had a crutch. His image spoke to him, introducing itself as The Advocate. It revealed to him that he could cure Sarah, heal her of her injury. He also told Martin of it's cost. Were he to cure Sarah he would need to sacrifice his own ability to walk without aid.

It was a difficult decision, one that took him a week to consider. Eventually he came to a conclusion. One fateful night he snuck into Sarah's room when she and everyone else was asleep. Without waking her he did as The Advocate told him to, quietly casting his magic on her. Without waking her the wounds healed. Her ability to run as much and as fast as she could returned and she would be able to once again live her dream. Martin however payed the cost. He took her crutch and used it to make his way home, a much longer walk with a broken hip and leg.

Once home in the mirror The Advocate greeted him, congratulating him on discovering his magical style. In a dark parallel of Martin's condition The Advocate no longer stood on a crutch, looking relatively fine in comparison to Martin. This congratulation was short lived. With Sarah's walking being suddenly repaired as if a miracle had happened while simultaneously having him suddenly have his hip and leg broken without any given cause would be much too coincidental. It would be impossible to hide his inability to walk from his parents.

He could confess that he used healing magic to restore her at the cost of own leg but then what would his parents think of his choice? What would Sarah think if she knew that he gave up the proper use of his leg to give her back her own? He did not want to burden people with the knowledge of what he had done to help her. Still wracked with the agonizing choice he had to make Martin quietly packed some essentials and left home under the darkness of night, never to return. He knew they would miss him, they would look for him and they would worry but he couldn't bear the thought of confronting them with his changes. He wanted to help others and he knew that he'd only hurt his family and friends if they knew what he had to give up in order to do this. He'd rather have them eventually move beyond the feeling of loss rather than have them watch his slow inevitable deterioration.


For many years he lived on the street, traveling from place to place. He made a living pan-handling as he was pitiable enough to make enough money to afford food and bus fare. From time to time he would help those he felt needed their burden to be lifted, taking it upon himself without their knowledge. He was quite careful to tred the line without crossing over the threshhold and hurt himself beyond his ability to cope. During this time he discovered his summoning abilities, learning to summon Flonne which appeared to be some strange wisp that responded to his call. Bound to his cane Flone was quite fine with being his summon. It wasn't all that hard for it really since mostly it just had to look out for Martin while he begged on the streets for spare change, spending the rest of it's time flying about the sky entertaining itself.

One day Martin found an advertisement requesting for roommates to share a rather comfortable looking place with. Seeing as he was homeless he was keen to take up the offer. With little hesitation he took the bus on down to the place, leading him to the events that transpired.

So begins...

Martin Siec's Story

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Character Portrait: Belladonna Ace Character Portrait: Eno Character Portrait: Xavier Poll Character Portrait: Remy Durara Character Portrait: Gen Cordus Character Portrait: Shulkun Yol Character Portrait: Koneko Character Portrait: Martin Siec Character Portrait: Grey Character Portrait: Anthem Ray Character Portrait: Kieno Character Portrait: Ra Character Portrait: Saturday Evans
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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 jungle was silent as usual. Nothing but a few rustles here and there from the crisp wind interacting with the bushes. Koneko sat at the shore of a tiny glistening pond. She dipped her paw in it, only to quickly retract with disgust. Fire and water didn't necessarily mix, but she had always harbored the urge to want to swim. Sadly, her fiery spirit kept her from such dreams. As she gazed down at her reflection, her orange ear twitched. Behind her the bushes rustled louder than before. She turned her head only to be tackled into the water shortly after.

The pond was rather large, allowing Koneko to be close to full submersion. As her body hit the water, every nerve reacted negatively. Pain shooting up from every part of her body. As soon as her little paws reached the muddy floor of the water source, she jumped out. Her instincts from the pain kicking in. Her eyes struggled to open as the water burned them, but she could barely make out the recognizable figure of her brother Taikun standing at the place she was recently pushed from. He looked horrified. In the foreign language in which Koneko and her family communicated, Taikun stuttered, "Sis-sissy... I'm unbelievably sorry. I didn't think water was nearby. It was strictly meant for fun I swear." Koneko was used to the constant rough housing, but this had crossed the line. Taikun slowly approached Koneko, but with her terrifying glare he froze in place.

With all the strength she had left she pushed her fire energy through her skin, allowing it to warm and dry her fur from the recent trauma. As her body became warmer and warmer, the fire started to grow and grow. Soon flames began to engulf her entire being and it didn't stop there. Fire began pouring out of her eyes, creating an intimidating scene. Her brother Taikun began backing up, knowing that her strength was the most intense of the whole clan. Koneko did the opposite and began moving forward, bringing the flames closer and closer to her brother. The worry in his eyes made her pursue further. With her anger getting the better of her, she pounced onto her brother, consuming him in the flames.

As fire creators, Koneko and her kind were pretty immune to the damage and pain of flames, but it didn't feel good when being attacked by Koneko's flames, no matter what. Taikun winced and flailed as she pinned him down with her claws, but she overexerted herself. Her flames instantly vanished as she had ran out of energy time being. Taikun pushed her off and ran off back to the pack, most likely to nark. Koneko frowned, "Imbecile. God I'm so over this family right now." She let out a large sigh after realizing how childish she was being and decided to just continue on her morning adventure.

After the little bath and the exertion of energy, her legs felt quite weak, but she pushed on, hoping to discover something worth her time. She had been wishing for a change of scenery for quite some time. The family was sweet and she loved the midnight cuddles, but she couldn't help but feel the need for more in her life. The elders had told her of beings called humans, mage's at that. They had told her about love, magic, and even other realms. It had made her antsy for a change. She couldn't experience "love" with her siblings...ew... And magic was something unheard of in the realm. Most of all, who could imagine all new scenery never seen before, after all that time solitary in the same place. The jungle was peaceful, but there was so much more to explore.

Koneko wiggled her body in between two large tree trunks, too lazy to go around. She emerged into a small clearing in which a glossy mirror floated in the middle. Her eyes widened at the sight. What in the world? She approached the oval like figure with caution. She felt like it was drawing her closer and she let it. She came face to face with the thing. Out of curiosity, Koneko pushed her paw through it, as if it was the pond she encountered earlier. To her surprise, it went right through. She felt startled but excited at the same time. Every inch of her body was telling her to go through, telling her that this was her destiny. She swore that her elders had said something about a gateway to another realm. How they have only appeared on rare occasions, but it can happen. This must be it, right? Her heart screamed yes, so with a quick motion she stuffed her body through the portal, hoping for the best adventure of her cat life.

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Martin


At least the breeze was pleasant.

Martin stood on the sidewalk by the road, the bright evening sun beating down upon the warm concrete with it's orange rays. Rows of miscellaneous shops were lined up behind him while cars often drove past along the road. In his hand he held a clear plastic cup, already a quarter full with quarters, dimes, nickels and even a couple five dollar bills in there. It was a rather slow day for Martin as there were not a lot of people passing by on this day in particular so he wasn't making all that much money. All the while his summon, the strange being simply known as Flone, drifted amongst the soft white clouds on it's many sets of pure white feathers.

As he stood there, waiting for someone else to hopefully lend him some money so he might be able to afford food, a large rough looking fellow came up. The stranger donned a large jacket and hat his baseball cap pulled down, obscuring his face to some extent. Martin felt a little worried as this large imposing character strode up to him in his large muddy boots but he was in no way going to pass up a person's generosity based on appearances.


"Can you please spare some change?" He asked the man who was easily a foot taller than him. The man pulled his hand from his pocket and then reach over to Martins cup. Before he could respond however instead of placing money inside the cup the man dunked his hand in and yanked out a fistful of change before setting into a full dash away from him. "Hey! Wait!" Martin yelled out after the vagabond as the thief darted away from him. He tried to try and run after the man but he stumbled on his crippled leg, only succeeding in keeping himself standing as he could do nothing but watch his robber abscond with his day's worth of money.

In from above Flone spotted the crime in action and dove in towards the thief. Before it could catch the rogue however Martin held out his hand to Flone. "Stop." He commanded the summon. It halted in it's tracks, it's floating head rotating a hundred and eighty degrees around to look straight back at Martin. It turned it's head sideways in a quizzical manner as the order confused it. "Why?" It asked in it's strange flute like voice.

"It's alright. These things happen. I can only imagine he must be in more need of that money than I if he's forced to resort to such means." He slowly hobbled his way towards his summon as he explained his rationale to it. Flone turned the rest of it's body around so it was facing Martin completely. It simply raised it's large feathered hand up and scratched the side of it's mask with a long soft finger in mild confusion. "Oay, I you ay o I ueth." (Okay, if you say so I guess.) It was never really good at speaking human languages, hence why it never really speaks much in general.


Martin looked back down into the cup. Luckily for him there was just enough money left for him to afford bus fare. Seeing as the hour was growing late and people were less likely to come by so late in the day he decided to start on his way back home. He was still amazed that he managed to land himself a spot inside a home as nice as that. Still, rent was coming up and he still needed to scrape together enough change to afford his share of the rent. He would feel awful if he were to be late in paying his share since the others were putting forth much work to fill their share of the arrangement.

After some walking Martin finally made it to the bus stop. After the bus came up and opened it's large metal doors he climbed inside, head hung low after a rather bad day of panhandling. He surrendered what little money he had left in his cup to the change box and slowly made his way to the back where he eased himself into a seat, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg while he did. The bus shut it's doors and soon made it's way out to ferry people along it's preset path. Martin was looking forward to putting the day behind him.

At least the breeze was pleasant. It was always pleasant with Flone around.



He eventually stepped off the bus at the stop closest to his new home. It was a block away so he still had a bit of walking to do before he was actually home. Home... Yes, those feelings that dwelt inside as his mind was cast back to thoughts of what he left behind. The times he might of had were he to have had chosen to remain, the consequences which he will never know of to this day. Whether or not leaving home was the best choice was a question Martin couldn't answer. Such a simple question it was too but perhaps the simplest questions were the ones with the hardest answers.

With a mild exhale of exertion he opened the door, Flone's feet not even touching the floor as it followed closely behind him. He took care to close the door gently so as to not disturb anyone. He knew that Saturday spent a great deal of her days drawing and painting given that she almost always had a paint brush with her and frequently there would be art supplies around the house too. Little details he took notice to as he sort of made it his responsibility to clean up the house in general, the respective rooms of his room mates being the obvious exception to that.

Given how he knew that he probably provided the least amount of support out of the four of them when rent was concerned he wanted to at least make himself useful in other ways just to validate his continued residence. If he were simply not providing enough to support his end of the deal he'd ultimately bite the bullet and leave so they could find someone more capable of financially supporting the household but having a warm place to sleep with a roof over his head was quite the luxury that he didn't want to surrender too easily.


He looked over the small cabinet where he kept his food. Perhaps the term would more appropriately be 'used to keep his food' as it was completely empty of food. This came as no surprise as he was well aware that he was coming up on the last couple slices of bread he had left to eat. It was more desperate desire than anything as he looked back inside again with the hopes that he had maybe missed something that he could eat. No luck, it looked like he wasn't eating that night. His stomach protested bitterly at it's deprivation but Martin simply had no choice but to ignore the pain and growls put up by his own body. He was well used to the pain by this point, hunger was nothing new to him. With a shrug he made his way over to the sink.

With a cloth rag and some dish soap he cleaned all the dishes that were dirty, most of them used by the other roommates of his seeing as Martin would have some difficulty dirtying plates with the food he wasn't having. Still, he didn't mind cleaning the other's dishes. It was all part of his desire to better relations with them so they'd be more inclined to keep him around. It was hard work, especially for someone with as little constitution as he had but his willpower was strong and his resolution carried him through the night. By the end his stomach ached with cramps and his hands smelled like soap but at the very least he could pull his own weight in this arrangement he's in, or at least that's what sounded the best in his mind.


After finishing his chores around the house which involved cleaning up stuff, vacuuming and just general maintenance he finally could let himself retire to his room to sleep for the night. His room was quite simple really. There was a blanket on the floor. He slept on that blanket. The end. Simple stuff really, it wasn't the kind of room arrangement most would pick but Martin really didn't have anything else to add to the comfort or the general decor as a whole. His wisp typically didn't stay in his room with him as it made the free spirited entity feel cooped up to be stuffed into a large box like that. It typically stayed up on the roof top where it could sleep in the comforts of the night wind until the break of dawn. This meant Martin was pretty much alone as he went about his nightly routine before heading to what could only roughly be called his bed.

As the sink ran Martin had looked into the reflection in the water and felt for only the briefest moments something he could not explain. It wasn't that he saw something that shouldn't of been there or that anything was out of order. It was just a quick hallucination as he could of sworn for the briefest second his reflection's eyes had a look to them that was not his own. Alas, it was nothing to really consider given how intangible his evidence was.


That night he tried to lull himself into sleep but every time he started to get somewhere even close to tired the spasms that wracked his body with every one of his coughing fits really stirred him from rest. Still, a person who is tired enough like himself still had the capacity to put up with a lot in exchange for some much needed rest. That was until it started happening.

A glow from beside his floor blankets stirred him from the edge of sleep, tantalizing his curiosity as he peered to get a better look through the sleepy haze that had glossed over his eyes. His cane was glowing, the glow coming in faint rhythmic pulses like it were responding to an unheard beat of some sort. This was completely foreign to anything he knew about summoning. A total phenomenon was taking place right before him, he'd have to be crazy to ignore it. Letting his curiosity run in place of better judgement he reached out and grabbed his conduit as it started to pulse faster. The moment his hand fastened around the stick it immediately erected itself vertically, nearly yanking Martin out of his bedding with the force and speed at which it stood up straight.

With the bottom tip of the cane fixed precisely against the floor of the room the light that pulsed within it drained downwards like water through a drain. It flooded out into the ground beneath the conduct, forming a summoning circle beneath the cane entirely on it's own out of the glowing arcane energy that was previously building inside it. From the outermost ring of the complex diagram that was his summoning circle shot two magical lines which stretched out into the most open section of his room before forming two additional summoning circles, each one tethered to the main circle set down by the conduit. Amazed by this spontaneous event that was taking place before his very eyes he could only look on in wonder as the event transpired. Very shortly after the two secondary summoning circles formed two large glowing white irises opened up directly above the circles, two doorways which enlarged as faint silhouettes could be seen within the portals that had formed. The two dark figures who's identities were masked by the brightness of the portals in contrast to their own lighting drew closer and closer until the entire room was enveloped in a bright flash which forced Martin to shield his eyes from it's radiance.

After the lights went dark all that was left of the event were the figures. When Martin opened his eyes he saw before him...

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It was that feeling again. That sensation of being someplace else. Recently it had been happening to him with more regularity. He never found easy way to explain when his brothers and family asked him of it. The closest explanation he could muster twas as though he were standing in a doorway, with one foot in across the threshold. It was disconcerting as this feeling came up at random moments during the day and when it did he found himself much more easily distracted and unfocused.

And right now wasn't really a good time to have ones mind wander.

"Shul, wake up! It's behind you!" Shulkun-Yol blinked, eyes widening as he was pulled out of his stupor and whipped his head around. Sure enough he caught sight of a rupture in the ground as the tunneling creature close the distance on him from the rear. The young demi-god had just enough time to jump into the air as the Deyvut Worm burst from the ground. He could feel the carapace of the creature brush against his spine as he flipped backwards over top of it to avoid it's deadly pincers. As for the creature itself it sailed through the air before descending downward to dive back once more into the sands. However it was intercepted by Vu-Kren, who took advantage of her cousin's unintentional role as bait to place herself in a position to catch the beast. Grabbing it by the larger outer jaws with one set of arms she forced it's head down with the strength the descendants of Sul were famous for and with another of her arms she drew two knives. While Deyvut worms had very strong shells they did have one weak point beneath the back of the headplate, which Vu-kren took full advantage of by forcibly jabbing both knives into that now exposed space.

It had the desired effect as the worm let out a horrendous scream. It began thrashing violently, and Vu-kren relented her hold on the beast to prevent herself from being flattened by it. Letting out more high pitched screeches the worm slithered quickly across the sands to gain distance from the two clansmen of Sul, only to turn right back around and charge them again. However with the blades now wedged beneath it's head plate it could no longer burrow without harming itself and thus this time it was exposed to counter attack by a recovered Shulkun-Yol. Rushing forward to meet it head on, he clocked back all three fist as the worm leapt into the air again and smashed them into the air born creature's head. The impact was audible as it's trajectory was drastically changed and the already open wounds it's neck were aggravated further. It writhed and screamed on the ground as yellow fluid sputtered out of it's head.

Vu-Kren walked over almost casually to the beast and with two thrust of a spear put it out of it's misery. A few moments of silence accompanied the dune save the wind on the sands and the post death twitches of the worm. Extracting her spear from the corpse of said worm, Vu-kren sauntered over to her cousin. "Becoming vacant of mind in the middle of battle Shul? I thought you more disciplined then that." Though her words were condescending, her tone implied the chastisement was merely teasing in nature. Shulkun still frowned at the remark however, and turned his back to her. "Leave me be Vu."

She sighed at Shulkun's continued inability to accept light hearted jest when the subject of his performance was involved. She moved to stand by his side at he top of the dune that over looked the expanse of sand beyond. In the distance they could see the small village oasis who's tiny inhabitants had requested the clans aid against the worm that had been preying on the wisp. When he did not speak for the minute that passed she broke the silence with a question. "Is it the day dreams again?"

He shifted uncomfortably before answering. "They are getting stronger. It almost feels as if I was there, with someone standing next to me. Holding me by the shoulder." Vu-Kren clasped a hand onto his back. "You mean besides me?" She asked? Shulkun gave her a look of mild annoyance and shrugged her off. "Do not mock."

"I do not mean too. Know should know I merely speak in good humor." She looked to the sky for a moment. "Have you spoken to grandfather of this?" He grimaced at the question. "I have." And he too looked at the sky to see the shining sun of Ignis. "Well," she pushed, "what did the old man say."

"He was cryptic as usual. He said I should expect an important encounter in the future."

"Oh, what omens." Vu-kren smirked. "Perhaps he means you will be carried off to another plane as the wisp are. Going to visit another gods realm, or perhaps be abducted by mortals?"

He snorted. "Please. As if any mortal would have the power to snatch me from Ignis as if I were some lost child." Vu-kren laughed lightly. "Perhaps not, but if you continue gaze blankly into the distance it wouldn't be to hard for you to lose direction and wander into some doorway without a thought, would it?" She turned on her feet swiftly and set off on a brisk pace down the dune. "I do hope not at least. Otherwise I shall be greatly saddened to loose my favorite cousin." Shulkun shorted at that.

However as he moved to follow her he felt it again. That sensation of being in two places at once. Only this time the pulling was much more insistent. He did not know what compelled him to but he instinctively looked to his left and saw what appeared to be mirror. It sat there flouting freely in the air close to his body. He could see his refection in it, but also beyond it something that looked like the vague outline of another person. Try as he might though he couldn't seem to get a clear focus as to who or what it was. It was as he was inspecting it that the mirror suddenly lurch closer to him. Shulkun tried to step back only to notice that his leg was 'inside' of the mirror, slowly being absorbed into it along with the rest of his body. His shouting alerted Vu-Kren to his predicament and she turned in time to see him being pulled into the portal. He saw horror dawn on her face as she raced back up the dune towards him, but by the time she reach him it was already too late.

The "other foot" had crossed the threshold.

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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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⌠TheFatRat ~ Time Lapse⌡

Humans are the most interesting creatures. I don't understand their bodies.

Location || Martin Seic's bedroom || Summoner's apartment

State of Mind || Excited || Happy

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #cc0033 ▮ тнσυgнт cσƖσя: #ff83c1

FC: Yoko Littner

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Koenko's eyes fluttered open and slowly adjusted to the lighting. It was rather dark and the space was enclosed in what looked to be walls composed of some solid white material. There were no longer trees, sun, or tigers for that matter. Only weird objects appeared scattered around this room like thing. She had never seen anything like it, and the others never went into detail of what they had seen. Her eyes wandered, her mouth dropped in awe.

She then stopped as she realized her point of view seemed a lot higher than before. She felt very high up off the ground. With curiosity she looked down at her body thinking she might be floating in the air, but to her surprise her body wasn't even there. Instead all that was there were two large peach colored bubbles that connected as they got closer to her chest. And around this mass of skin was soft fabric, concealing whatever was in there. She then jutted out her chin further to see what was past this odd obstacle. On the ground were two more masses which looked similar to paws but longer and more spread out. Feet? she wondered. After viewing this she moved her arms so she could see what those looked like. They were completely different. No fur, no paws, and they bent all funny. She moved her fingers and smiled. Like an idiot she grabbed her thumb and giggled. I know what these are! Drake told me these were called thumbs! She grinned as she felt like a genius for knowing such things.

With her new hands she felt around her face. Again, no fur, no whiskers, and there was some weird thing jutting out of the middle of her face. There were two holes on the underside of the triangular mass, so she stuck her finger in one of them. Ahhhhh! Slimy!!! She retracted her finger in disgust and wiped it on the fabric covering her torso. Suddenly she realized that had to be her nose, since she had one on her other body too. She blushed at her stupidity and continued to explore her new body with urgency. She felt the top of her head to find a mess of coarse hair instead of ears. She brought it into her line of vision and smiled at its dark red color. How beautiful! Koneko returned her focus to the large peachy bubbles she first saw. She grabbed at them and started giggling at how entertaining they were. Woahhh how soft and fun! Humans are so weird...

Finally Koneko acknowledged her surroundings after being distracted by her new body. There was a large mass to her left. It was another human. He towered over her, being quite bulky. Again she looked with awe. "Woah who are you?" After hearing her voice, her hands shot up to cover her mouth. What language am I speaking?!! And what's this voice!? This isn't mine. Her mind began to race as it was all so much to take in. Although she was too excited to stop exploring. She reached out and grabbed the other persons arm and began moving it and examining it. As she did so she began to ramble on to the giant intimidating stranger. "My name is Koneko! Call me Tiger if you want. Nice to meet ya! Who are you? Do you have a name? You're a human right? Why are you so much bigger than me?" She then moved in front of him and grabbed at his chest. To her disappointment it was flat and there was nothing to grasp. With a frown she questioned him further, "Hey.. Why don't you have these things like me. They're so much fun!" She pointed at her own chest and stared at it.

Koneko then remembered there was another figure behind her, it had been standing there since she arrived into this odd realm. She plopped down onto her hands and began walking very awkwardly over to the figure, stumbling on her way over. Being originally a tiger, she couldn't comprehend how to walk like a human. So she tried walking on all fours, but with the human body structure, it was more or less a failure. She had never seen a human before, therefore she had no idea how they function or really anything about them. She stood up again on her 'hind legs' whilst trying to hold her balance. "Why the hell is it so hard to walk in this body? And hey whats your name?!" This human was smaller and more frail than the other human in the room. Koneko began sniffing him as her way of a greeting. A large grin plastered itself on her face as she looked at this man.

Another voice sounded from outside the room, "I am assuming we need to have a house meeting...might I suggest we leave our guests alone to get to know one another.." Koneko squealed and turned to where the noise came from. She then returned her gaze to the frail human, "Oooh who's that? Guests? Am I a guest? What's a guest?" She had a rather dumb expression on as she asked these obvious questions.

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#, as written by Wake
Cold and dark. These were not things that he, a proud descendant of the unconquered sun Sul, was accustomed to or pleased to experience. When the portal that ripped him from his home plane of Ignis opened to the other side it spat him out into a small, sparse and near pitch black room. Where was he? This dark place, was it a shadow beast lair? had he been drawn here as a ploy by the wretched creatures to slay one of Sul's divine grandchildren?

Instantly he was upright and alert. His body rigid and his stance wide. Shulkun's vision slowly accustomed itself to the darkness, and when it did he see the form of someone across from him. Was this the loathsome worm who had tried to abduct him? This small frail looking thing? What insult. That this measly whelp would think to snatch up and imprison him a mighty and proud son of Clan Sul, as though he were a young fire wisp! Shulkun would show this impudent what happened to those who provoked the might of clan Sul and force him to-

"Woah who are you?"

Shulkun blinked, then spun on his heels a bit to see who was standing besides him, a young woman with fiery red hair. He hadn't even known someone else was there in the room with him and the person who evidently brought him here. Before he could respond to this new development she spoke again. "My name is Koneko! Call me Tiger if you want. Nice to meet ya!"

"Uh..." He started lamely "I am Shulkun-YOL!" and then he finished with a shout as she started tugging on his arm and evidently playing with it in some manner. Now normally he would have just swatted the girl off for such a brazenly rude act if not for two facts. The first of which was that her touching of his limbs alerted him to the fact that he no longer had all six arms, but instead two. This caused him small panic as not only were ones arms a great stigma of pride for clan Sul but also an symbol of prowess. So proud of their arms was the Sul clan of their many arms that it was considered a mark of deep shame to loose one to any circumstance, with some preferring to suffer death than dismemberment. So naturally Shulkun was in something of a state of shock at this sudden realization.

The other thing that distracted him, conveniently also momentarily taking his mind off his apparent loss of limbs, was actually several things happening at once. The most immediate of which was that she continued to barrage him with questions. "Who are you? Do you have a name? You're a human right? Why are you so much bigger than me?" The second was that she had moved her hands from his arm too his unclothed chest, a much greater invasion of his personal space. This was not helped by fact number three, which was probably one of the bigger issues. She was woman. A very pretty woman. Now this wasn't an issue because of some ingrained bias he had of women in general, after all his cousin Zu-kren would have chewed him out if he had ever held something as petty as that a long time ago if that was true. No it was more a case of Shulkun's very poor history when it came to the affections of pretty women, even with the wisdom his elder bothers tried to impart upon him. As embarrassing as it was for a brave warrior of Clan Sul to admit, he would get incredibly nervous in his many failed attempts to woo a potential spouse, and as a result either hesitated with his words and made himself look foolish or more often say something that could very easily be considered unflattering. And so one suddenly coming this close and grabbing his bare pectorals in this manner left him a bit short on worlds and rational thought.

And finally... well.

Shulkun was ticklish.

"Wait! No! Stop!" He pipped and squirmed in an undignified manner. Unable to find it in himself to just push her off, Shulkun instead started trying to back up but found himself flailing to remain upright. Without the familiar weight of this other arms Shulkun found it much more difficult to stay balanced and upright and only remained so by bracing himself against the wall when the girl finally let go of him. "Hey..." She asked after releasing the warrior. "Why don't you have these things like me." She pointed to her bosom. "They're so much fun!" "Uh" Again, Shul faltered for words. After a brief pause he finally blurted out. "Do you truly not understand the differences between the breast of a man and the breast of a woman?" However by then she had apparently lost all interest in him and was now in the process of crawling on all fours towards the other man in the room. And sniffing him apparently.

When he next heard a someone banging on the door an a voice saying something about a meeting and guest. Shulkun, for his part having recollected himself, finally exploded over all the strangeness that had been thrusted on him in the span of a few minutes. Literately, as his arms were now wreathed in fire. "What in grandfather's name is this madness!?"

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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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Eyes locked, a clock continued to tick, a wisp napped, Saturday held her breath waiting for the man in front of her to disappear or worse, stay. When neither of them had moved for quite some time she finally couldn't take it any more and she let out a huge gasp of breath continuing to breathe once more. But this did not ease her nerves in the least in fact it only made her skin prickle more with that fact that he would not leave or speak. She wondered if he could speak like he was Frankenstein's monster new life that was incapable of doing much of anything, or perhaps he was a doll unable to move unless she moved his arms and legs for him.

She wondered if it had just been an optical illusion as she might have painted him so well that he looked real to her, she was on the ground still sitting up on both elbows legs sprawled out on the floor. To test her theory she leaned to one side to look around the man glancing at the painting behind him. Alas, she was wrong he was standing about a foot away from the painting and in his place there was an outline of where he had once stood and inside the outline was a world she had never seen before with creatures she couldn't name.

While she was wondering what kind of place it was she noticed that it was in her style of painting even down to the fine details but she didn't remember painting them, perhaps it was something that she didn't have control of like when she painted him. The man that stood before her, he was still not speaking so she assumed him ill, Saturday slowly stood up before him looking him up and down. She abruptly move her body trying to catch him off guard as she moved towards him pushing against the strangers shoulders trying in vain to get him back into the painting.

She tried hard to move him her socks sliding across the tiles as she only managed to push herself backwards, her attempts were interrupted at a loud noise coming from down the hall. This made the girl stop almost causing her to fall to the floor again but she caught herself just before only to look over her shoulder at the door behind her, eyes narrowing. It had sounded like a crash and she remembered that there was a commotion in Anthem's room as well. “What the..” was all she could say before there was a knock at her door.

"I am assuming we need to have a house meeting... might I suggest we leave our guests alone to get to know one another.." She looked back up at the guy as Belladonna spoke get to know one another? she wondered confused as to who her 'guest' was supposed to get to know, ”do you know anything about this?” without waiting for an answer she moved toward the door listening as footsteps moved in the hall, she backed away from the door going over to a mirror hanging from the wall checking that her reflection was presentable.

There was odd colors of paint all over her hands face and hair which was pulled up into her signature mini buns, Saturday huffed raking her fingers through her bangs hopelessly trying to get them to lay flat. When she gave up she took off her apron and tossed it onto the bed waking her small wisp, Button followed his summoner to the door but she raised a hand for him to stay to which he stopped abruptly noticing the other figure in the room. Button put up his arms trying to act like an intimidating bear of some sort but with his small body and ever present smile it didn't work too much. Outside Saturday moved towards the kitchen her steps firm and deliberate against the floor boards, when she entered the room she heard Anthem finishing a lecture on not being a time for a drink.

The underage girl slipped the bottle out of Belladonna's grasp tipping it back for a swig before setting down on the island counter top in front of the woman leaning against it across from them. ”I say, if not now then when is the time.” She gave a little half smile but it didn't show in her eyes, ”and what do you mean by guests I only got one guy in my room I have no idea where he came fr-... She stop suddenly noticing Chow causing her heart to stop for a beat, she swore that no matter how many times she saw him it would always be the same reaction but she shook it off and finished what she was saying, ”..from.”

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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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I have a feeling I'm gonna like it in this realm...

Location || Martin Seic's bedroom || Summoner's apartment

State of Mind || Flirtatious || Curious

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"What in grandfather's name is this madness!?"

Shulkun's loud voice, as well as the large eruption of fire energy in the room, caused Koneko to turn around abruptly after listening to the explanation of what a guest was. With amazement she watched as Shulkun's arms burned brightly with embers of red and yellow. So you aren't human... Hmm interesting. Koneko grinned at the fire spirit, but returned her attention to Martin as he fell backward with surprise and landed into some transparent looking material. She was about to ask if he was alright but the continuous flow of events kept her from it. Out of nowhere the transparent square opened and a large white creature entered the room. Koneko made somewhat of a hissing noise as the creatures appearance startled her. Her cat instincts tingled as the large flying creature picked up Martin and flew outside. All of a sudden she felt hungry. She didn't know why the flying creature would cause such a thing, but it looked a bit appetizing with its wings and what not.

And with that Martin had disappeared. Koneko frowned and hoped he would turn out okay. He appeared calm as he was retrieved, so she didn't worry too much. Suddenly, the mischievous grin from before reappeared on her face. She turned around and stared once again at the flames coming from Shulkun's large manly arms. "Well well well... You're no human. You're a fire spirit!" Koneko lifted a finger and began pushing her fire energy through it. A beautiful curl of orange and pink jumped from her finger tip. She gave a flirtatious giggle. "I can do that too..." With that she began walking closer to the spirit, upright this time. She tripped up quite a bit, making her strut less seductive and more or less embarrassing to say the least.

After she broke Shulkun's bubble of personal space, she stopped and looked up at him. She was close enough to his flames that she began soaking up the heat and energy. The flames flowing into her skin as she began to speak. "I never knew other fire spirits existed. You definitely aren't one of my brothers, I would've recognized you by your smell. So what are you?" She gave him a final look up and down. For some odd reason meeting another fire spirit, not related to her, made her heart race. She had never felt such an emotion before, but it was nice. Not to mention his flames were calming and very tasty. Much better then the flames her kin made. She wondered if her flames tasted that gross too, and whether it had to do with species.

Remembering Shulkun's previous comment, she returned to conversation. "So earlier you said something about women and men's breasts. Care to explain? I'm so very knew to these human things." She smiled up at him as she cuddled in closer in order to consume more of his scrumptious flames. Sadly though, their intimate moment was quickly interrupted by a voice from outside the room.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there?"

Koneko recognized it as Martin's voice. She frowned, angry, as she was warming up to some alone time with Shulkun. The man continued on, coughing as he went. She felt a little bad that the man was so sickly. His apology was adorable as well, which made her frown quickly turn to a smile again. She moved away from Shulkun and closer to the wall where the voice was coming from so she could listen and reply.

"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."

Door? What's that? Koneko wondered as she noticed a section in where the wall of the room was different. It was indented and there was a shiny bulbous object jutting out from it. She walked over to it curious.

"I would love to come out. I want to meet the other people! But I don't know how..." She looked at the spherical object coming from the wall and placed her hand on it, only to retract quickly as it felt very odd. It was oddly smooth, smoother than anything she had ever felt before. She touched it again and started to fiddle with it, only to find that it did nothing. She became frustrated at the contraption. Feeling embarrassed from stupidity, she began contemplating breaking down the "door" instead. It would definitely be more simple. Then she decided against it as she didn't want to cause any damage to the place. She looked over to Shulkun with a sulky face. "Shulkun deary... Can you help?"

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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.

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Shulkun to in a deep breath, and exhaled it. His anger didn't fade completely but at least now he had a clear thinking head again. It was to his irritation that the frail mortal had apparently disappeared out the window, though the rational part of his mind deduced that spouting fire probably had something to do with that. Now he was again without answers as to how and why he was here and the only person that could provide them was fleeing, leaving him alone with the bizarre woman who had accosted him.

Speaking of which...

"Well well well... You're no human. You're a fire spirit!" The woman in question was addressing him again. Upon her finger she ignited a small flame, demonstrating of her power as she approached him. She had a grin on her face that Shulkun knew from long suffering experience meant trouble. However it was marred by the fact that she seemed to be having difficulty staying upright as she walked, nearly stumbling a few times which caused the warrior to raise an eyebrow at her antics. At the last stretch she in fact almost fell into him and on reflex he caught her. When he did, he suddenly noticed that some of the fire on his arms was being pulled away and into her skin. That caused him to feel some surprise. Though his clan were out right immune to the scorching of flames lesser creatures suffered, he had never a once encountered something that could eat fire. Was she some kind of cannibal? That thought had Shulkun backing up once more as she started to push against him.

"I never knew other fire spirits existed. You definitely aren't one of my brothers, I would've recognized you by your smell. So what are you?" Technically she wasn't wrong. The descendants of Sul all had some form of ability relating to fire granted to them by their blood, and there were enough similarities that finding the differences was difficult to the point that Clan Sul was easily classified under the 'fire type' brand of spirits, even if some of their stauncher members opposed this simplified generalization.

"I... am a descendant of Sul. He said with brief hesitation before regaining his composure as a warrior. Standing straighter with his solders wide once more. It was shameful of him to keep loosing his nerve this way. "I am proud grandson of the Unconquered Sun and a warrior of his clan." And that right there might have been the key difference between them. Shulkun was a demi-god, with the blood of a sun deity running though his veins. Sul's power was to radiate warmth and light, the things needed to sustain life and what allowed the once cold and desolate ignis to flourish in spite of still being a barren landscape. Some of that life sustaining energy was passed down to his sons and daughters, which granted them the famus strength of clan Sul's champions. Whether or not either he or Koneko knew it, part of that energy was now seeping out from the flames in his arms to her.

None of that had any barring on the fact that she was again trying to breach into his personal space again. Shulkun felt himself run out of space when his back hit the wall, leaving small burn marks where his shoulders touched, at the same moment that she started pressing into his chest now. "So earlier you said something about women and men's breasts. Care to explain? I'm so very knew to these human things." "Uh..." was all he could muster. Ignis had a very laid back and old fashion culture when it came when it came to the topic of 'anatomy', so the subject itself didn't bother Shulkun. It was the fact that she currently had him pinned against the wall with possibly less than innocent intentions that had him off kilter once more. Add in his own private fears of how and why she was devouring his fire and Shulkun was once more playing the part of the nervous young man.

Fortunately he was rescued from this situation by a knock at the door followed by the voice of the man who had brought them here. Shulkun felt relief come back to him now that he once more had space to breath and extinguished his flames. He when he heard the offer to finally be given an explanation to this situation, he righted himself once more with the frown returning to his face. Good. He wanted answers now. No more of this foolishness he was being given.

He waited for the smaller fire spirit to open the door. Then he was thrown for another loop when she didn't seem to understand how open it. "Are you jesting? Even a child knows this." He let out a breath of irritation, partly at being address informally, and marched forward and clasped the handle firmly. "All one needs to do is pull." Shulkun then ripped the door off it's hinges.

He stood there a moment looking blankly at the broken plank of wood that used to be the safe guard of the rooms privacy that now dangled in his hand. "Who builds a gate of such fragile materials?"

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Martin

"I would love to come out. I want to meet the other people! But I don't know how..."

Her desire to socialize and behave in a civil manner was quite refreshing. Martin had half expected them to of broken the door down. Still, it was quite unusual that this particular spirit didn't know how to exit through the door.

"Shulkun deary... Can you help?"

While she was polite enough not to of destroyed the door he was almost sure that the larger spirit would. It was somewhat biased by the spirit's more imposing appearing but was also slanted by the spirit's behavior upon entering his room. He didn't want to judge the spirit harshly of course but it came to a snap decision and Martin trusted his instincts.


"Hold on, do allow me to get-" Martin had stepped towards the door to open it for her when all of a sudden the door was pulled right from under his hand, now broken and dangling from the grasp of the one who's name he could deduce was Shulkun. "- that for you." He took a step back from the doorway to give the spirits space to exit the room with seeing as they didn't need his help after all.

"Who builds a gate of such fragile materials?" Shulkun asked, seemingly confused about the state of doors in this realm. Knowing he would have to take responsibility for the damage his spirits have done he gave a disappointed sigh, lifting his eyes from the floor to meet Shulkun's own. "Our people's needs hadn't taken your kind's strength into account it seems." He answered quite plainly, not sounding anywhere nearly as nervous and meek as he might of seemed. While at times he was concerned about how his spirits would respond to him he did not speak to them as though they were thugs or menaces of the sort. He was prepared to put his best foot forward, ready to brave whatever threats either spirit brought forward despite the fact he wouldn't even last half a minute against either of them. His confidence was not in his own safety but in his sense of obligation to help these two newcomers feel welcomed into this world they've just been dragged into. If they wanted to hurt and break him than so be it, it changed nothing for now.


Looking over he only then managed to notice Saturday in the hall watching the events transpire, nursing her alcohol as she silently judged him. He jumped only very slightly at the surprise of seeing another person not too far off that he had failed to spot since his thoughts had been too preoccupied with thinking about his summons.

"Um... Hello Saturday." He opened somewhat awkwardly, his mind racing to fill the gap with dialogue that would actually make sense. "Saturday, this is Shulkun and Koneko. Shulkun and Koneko, this is Saturday." He introduced them all to his room mate and vice versa. Taking his attention back to the spirits he recalled that he had offered them answers, an offer he intended to see through if they still wanted to take him up on it.

"You both wanted some answers to questions you might be asking right now. I cannot promise that I'll be able to answer them all right now but I will answer any questions to the best of my knowledge. Do keep in mind that despite how you might possibly feel I only wish to help you."

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"Our people's needs hadn't taken your kind's strength into account it seems." Said the sickly man. Shulkun tossed the broken board of wood aside and gave a dismissive reply of "Evidently."

"Saturday, this is Shulkun and Koneko. Shulkun and Koneko, this is Saturday." There was a brief moment where Shulkun's brow twitched, his frown never leaving his face. "You both wanted some answers to questions you might be asking right now. I cannot promise that I'll be able to answer them all right now but I will answer any questions to the best of my knowledge. Do keep in mind that despite how you might possibly feel I only wish to help you."

Shulkun regarded him briefly, ignoring the other woman that he had introduced. With reasoning he could tell that this was likely just a mere accident on the mortal's part and he meant no trespass. But that still didn't change the fact that the boy's mistake had brought him here against his will. It would be mortifying if word got back to the rest of Ignis that a descendant of Sul had been abducted by a sickly mortal. Had the man not offered to fix his error Shulkun would have instigated violence to force him.

Letting the frustration escape his breath. "To start with," He began, "I told you my name is Shulkun-Yol. Where I come from it is believed rude to not refer to strangers and acquaintances' by their full given name. As for questions, I only posses two. What be this realm I have been carried too, and by what method do I return home?