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Saturday Evans

"Stay on the other side of my wall."

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

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"Someone please wake me up from this fever dream."
Run Away || Said the Sky



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Name: Saturday Evans

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Style: The sleepless artist

Conduct: Paint brush


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Appearance:
Saturday is quite short for her age only standing at five foot four and she is very touchy about it, her height, or lack there of, allows her be light weighing a meager ninety eight pounds. She has darker brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders which she ties up into small buns on either side of her head, her bands are choppy and short unable to cover to thin eyebrows and magenta colored eyes. Her skin is smooth and the color of peaches with thin lips that seems to always be tight and pursed like she wants to say something but won't.

Personality:

This is one of those girls that keeps everyone at bay, not letting anyone in, not even her family. She is strong as titanium keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself hiding her secrets like a clam hiding a pearl, seemingly selfish. Her stubbornness is pretty apparent and almost annoying at time but none more so than he sarcasm and wit which is dryer than a desert and just as unforgiving. Even with her wall of humor and insults she isn't emotionless, in fast deep down she really has a fondness for small cute things having to fight her self control every time she sees a puppy on the street. Because her life is so complicated she likes to keep things simple and will walk away from any sign of drama and she would keep her friends close and her enemies closer if she had either of those things.


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Summons

Name: Button

Appearance: This little guy looks like a small ragdoll but as happy as can be with a constant smile on his face. Though he seems small he is quite heavy seeming to be filled with sand instead of cotton it's a mystery how he keeps his big head up, this aside he is just an all around cutie just trying to make the world smile.

Habits: Button is a small happy guy taking pride in his work trying to be as helpful as possible even though he cannot eat he loves to put strawberry jam in his mouth. He cannot speak just kind of makes noises, he is usually seen happy and bouncy though he does get tired at times taking naps then right back up to run around again.

Talents: He is good with most sewing and knitting as long as it is not to big of a job that he cannot reach it he likes to keep his work space clean and is as quick as a whip when it comes to this surprising even Saturday in his cleanliness.


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Background
Saturday grew up with a relatively normal childhood, well as normal a childhood one could have with the name Saturday. It wasn't until her younger brother was born that things took a turn for the worst, Saturday was only eight at the time when her mother because bedridden after childbirth. Her new brother was brought home and her mother was given her own room in order to recover, she had to live off a diet of soft foods and pills in order to retain a faltering health. Hey father was left to take care of the family and pay the numerous medical bills that continued to flow in.
In the middle of all this storm is Saturday stone faced and taking it in stride, with a brother that she blamed for all of her problems. But the worst was yet to come as her father lost his job after many years only to fall into gambling to get by. The problem was that he wasn't a good gambler and ended up losing everything, when he got into a crippling dept with the wrong people he split town leaving his daughter and son with no money to pay the dept. All of this happened when Saturday was fifteen, in order to make money for her family she started painting, sewing and knitting, anything to sell so she could make a couple bucks for her family.
It has been three years since she's been working on this and the end seems so far away, since her start as an artist she has become a self induced insomniac often spending days without sleep just to finish projects in time. She started to use her summoning skill in order to help get projects moving faster with a few extra hands, Saturday never wanted to be a summoner she needed to be a summoner. But just recently her mother finally died leaving her brother to be taken away by child services, she believes this to be the best thing to ever happen to her as she can now focus on paying off her debt rather than paying for medical bills and elementary school.

So begins...

Saturday Evans's Story

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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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Today was a work day, Saturday took shifts on going back and forth from making the art to selling it, today was a day to make art. She decided to make the best of it by doing her favorite thing, painting, she loved to paint and it showed in the amount of canvases that were strewn about the room some bank, others half finished and a few that had already been finished and were waiting to dry.

Her room was a bit of a mess with paint splatters on the tiled floor and walls, half finished projects laying on top of boxes of sewing supplies and paints. Her bed was just a mattress on the floor with a bed sheet in a bunch over the top but it wasn't like she used it much anyway. Button was laying on the bed not fast asleep from a long day of work, but Saturday had no suck luxury. She wasn't a slob or just lazy she just didn't have the time to be cleaning when she needed to make more things to sell.

It had been only a few weeks since she moved into an apartment and already it felt like home, which she couldn't say the same about her roommates. Starting from her least favorite, Belladonna, the woman was alright but she gambled like it was crack, Saturday had a chip on her shoulder for gambling and so this girl annoyed her with her pack of cards and coy smile.

Next was Martin, he was quiet a bit too quiet for Saturday's taste, he had a sort of eerie feel about him which made her want to avoid him, it felt as though he was hiding something even she didn't want to know. Xavier was the polar opposite always way too loud and rowdy making her want to shove pencils in her ears. He just talked way too much and gave weird responses to her sarcasm.

Lastly there was Anthem, she had mixed feeling about him he was the kinda guy that she normally wouldn't get along with but there was an air about him that she could help but subconsciously respect. And then there was his wisp, a little dog with big eyes that melted her heart, and she hated him for it any time he followed her around the house she tried shooing him away only to have him follow her more.

She listened as each one of them came home, hearing them walk past her door which was slightly ajar. But her main focus was on her painting it was a full sized canvas that stood vertical against her wall, she was painting the portrait of a man she had never seen before. She had been painting him for weeks now he started off as a speck in the distance of a landscape she was doing and each time she painted he was always there each time coming closer and closer. This scared and intrigued her but she dared not to stop,

This time he seems to be right up next to her standing in a far away place that was not of this world and he seemed so real almost like he was looking right at her. Then she herd Cho's barks from the other room and was about to go see what had happened when a flash of light came from the painting and she was knocked backward onto her rear.

She looked up to see her painting had come to life, something that had never happened before. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the man she had painted, he was real, had she created him? “Go away,” she said half forceful half bewildered.

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ImageA certain star floating through the void of space, not shinning any brighter or dimmer than any of the others, just another in an ocean of twinkling light.

This particular star had felt ordinary and plain even though most of the stars in the universe had taken bride in their jobs in painting the night skies with light. But most had their own shine to them, some had hues of color and some were bright, some were dubbed part of constellations, but not this star.

It didn't necessarily feel left out just bored in its placement in the sky, questioning its own existence if only to add a tiny dot in the night. It was the living embodiment of an identity crisis, it got confused on why it was only one of a billion, then frustrated for not knowing then exhausted from the mix of emotions.

But that all changed when he felt the tingling, it started off small but it had already recognized the sensation from the past times that it had shown itself. It knew what was to come next, the feeling would fade and everything would go back to as it was, normal. Boring.

But something was different this time, the feeling didn't go instead it grew and the star looked around hurriedly, was this what it was like when a star died. But this one was a practically young star only having live a couple thousand years, it couldn't be dieing now, but the feeling grew more and more coming from the inside out.

The star began to glow brighter and it panicked thinking that this was it this was the moment it would explode, but not having any eyes to close it had to watch as a strange light overtook its own shine until there was nothing but the light. Then suddenly, abruptly it winked out of the night sky, but instead of winking out of existence he found himself in a strange place that he had never seen before and could not describe.

He had his arms over his head and his eyes were shut tight as if he was still bracing himself for death, but when he realized it had not come he opened his eyes standing up straight. There were two other figures in the room but his eyes were still adjusting to the light. “Who the hell’s there?” Came a voice from one of the figures, the one furthest away from him. “Answer me!” But he was too petrified to speak.

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


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


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

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


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

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

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Character Portrait: Belladonna Ace Character Portrait: Xavier Poll Character Portrait: Martin Siec Character Portrait: Anthem Ray Character Portrait: Kieno Character Portrait: Saturday Evans
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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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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: Evangeline Character Portrait: Grey Character Portrait: Anthem Ray Character Portrait: Ra Character Portrait: Saturday Evans
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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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Martin

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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?