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Mary C. Adler

"I suppose I must remember something sooner or later... So I may as well explore this strange place while I'm here!"

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a character in “Far From Home: REBOOT”, as played by Feyblue

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Hologram - Nico Touches the Walls - Geekyfandubs English Version
"Good day to you. My name is Mary Adler. However, I'd be pleased if you'd just refer to me by my first name. Formality is ill-suited to someone as young as myself, wouldn't you say? It's a pleasure to meet you, in any case.
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Now if only I had somebody to actually introduce myself to. Practicing etiquette is so bothersome when nobody ever even converses with you in the first place..."






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Full Name:
Mary Clarissa Adler

Nickname:
Ruby, Little Ruby, My Ruby, etc. Given her by her father and brother due to her distinctive red hair and eyes, she reluctantly accepted the pet name so long as they were the ones using it. She doesn't necessarily like it when other people call her this, though, due to its rather personal nature.

Age:
She only just turned 15.

Gender:
Female

Brief Physical Description:
Standing slightly above average at a height of five feet, five inches, the young heiress of the Adler family is nevertheless rather slight in stature. With her legs and arms making up the predominant portion of her size, she is left with a body that seems just slightly too small for the limbs attached to it, giving her flat stomach, slender hips, and maturing bustline the appearance of curves they don't really quite have yet when viewed by comparison. Her skin, meanwhile, is pale and soft due to a painstakingly careful upbringing that, while it did not always manage to keep her safely indoors, at least ensured she was completely protected from the sun's rays. Seldom marred by any sort of cut or blemish, her flesh is thus left pristine as the porcelain surface of a particularly well crafted doll - a rather appropriate metaphor, considering the lingering hints of childhood in her body and face, and her elegant image.

Mary's face is, without a doubt, her most notable feature. Shrouded in richly colored red hair that frames it in cascades of straight, silky tresses, her face is at once womanly and childlike. With slightly prominent cheekbones that highlight her round, rosy cheeks, a somewhat dull, curving jawline, and a petite nose centered between two bright red-brown eyes, with her small forehead covered almost entirely by her bangs, but with two defined eyebrows of the same unusual hue as her hair poking out from amidst the dangling locks, giving her gaze an intent appearance, and an earnestly that well fits her character. Many have said Mary's eyes and hair are beautiful and unique, but even more charming, perhaps, is her face itself, the expressions of which are always a sure, honest indicator of what she's feeling. If she's sad, her lips will purse in a frown and her eyes lower their gaze, while her happiness is heralded by a silvery white grin of unparalleled joy and enthusiasm. Warrant her anger, and you will witness first a fiery-eyed glare of defiance, and then, if you're lucky, a reticent, silent pout as she tries and fails to hide how flustered she is. Her face never lies, and, no matter how much she plays at full maturity and adulthood, the expressions that play upon it are still akin to those of a child - innocent, serious, cheerful, and kind. If there was ever a person who could make you feel sure that you could trust her in an instant, it's Mary. Such is the power of her earnestly smiling face.


Possessions and Equipment:
Although Mary came into Quies by accident, she was by no means poorly equipped. She came to her senses carrying a pouch of several very small silver coins depicting a woman seated on a rock holding a shield and a flag, surrounded by 13 stars. Naturally, they're not recognized as currency in Quies, but, being made of silver, are still worth something, at least. In addition to this, she was also carrying a loaf of bread and a canteen full of water. Apparently, she was going on a journey of some sort when she lost her way and found herself in Quies, but whatever that journey was evidently hadn't been faring well, judging by the tattered state of the white dress she wore upon awakening, and the many small cuts she bore, as though she'd been caught in a thicket of thorns. Aside from these basic necessaries, there were three other items she carried: a golden ring inscribed with a stylized A - a family crest, perhaps? - and an ornate silver pocketwatch the back of which bears the initials "W.O.A." suggesting that whoever it belonged to wasn't her. Finally, the last item she arrived with is a rather large handgun made of crimson-painted metal, not easily identifiable as belonging to any prominent class of weapon. Although its silhouette is closer to that of a modern-day semi-automatic pistol, pulling a secondary, smaller trigger behind the first causes the side of the firing chamber to slide back, revealing three large, revolving slots for custom made, roughly .40 calibur bullets that function similarly to the chambers of a more standard revolver. Yet, the obviously custom-made weapon also possesses a rather curious mechanism that uses the recoil of each shot to reset an internal hammer mechanism, a device which seems curiously advanced for the otherwise outdated weapon. It's also ornamented with a red ribbon on the handle, but this is probably just for show, although it does serve handily to make up for Mary's lack of physical strength when using the pistol, since by wrapping this cloth around her palm, she can keep from dropping the gun when she fires it, and also help avoid chafing her palms whenever the powerful gun discharges. She has 12 bullets in total, all stored in the same pouch as her coins - enough to keep her safe in dire circumstances, but far too few to be used carelessly, since there doesn't yet seem to be a viable means of replacing her ammo once it is spent. The side of the gun also bears an inscription carved into it, reading "Amaranthine Rose." Evidently, whoever made the odd weapon decided to give it a name, meaning it's probably one of a kind.

Mary has - or will have, depending on where she starts from - nevertheless adapted to her new surroundings quite well, using her resources to procure food and clothing. In short, she won't start with either of the red outfits she's shown wearing in her images. Those come a little later.


Face Claim:
Kushia Microphylla, an original character design by Kauto.




"Let's see... What is there I can do? I suppose that it is terribly inconvenient to be stuck in a foreign land without any sort of currency to buy food or equipment with. In that case, if I'm going to be traveling the country anyway, maybe I should try my hand at becoming a merchant?"




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Personality:
Honest || Intelligent || Sheltered || Secretly Depressed
The first thing most people notice about Mary is her smile. Seeming to have an endless reserve of inner strength to draw upon whenever needed, she possesses the sort of understated enthusiasm and zest for living that shows itself every time she finds a new goal to strive for. When she needs to go somewhere, she runs, her hair trailing freely in her wake. When she needs to do something, she does it to the best of her ability with an attitude of the utmost seriousness and devotion. If she were to dance, it would be as though nobody was watching. If she were to sing, it would be as though nobody but herself could hear her. Confident in her choices, she determines the best course of action based on her own knowledge and opinions, and then strives to complete whatever objective she's thus given herself. She seems dazzled by basic, everyday things, delighting in the taste of good food or staring in awe upon the sight of fireworks going off. A curious person by nature, she constantly seeks new and interesting things, and oftentimes manages to find them within aspects of the world that have long since become mundane and banal to less enthusiastic individuals. Yet, at the same time, she's far from the sort of hyperactive person you might expect, based on this description, for although she truly does possess an amazingly energetic temperament, she constantly maintains her composure, always choosing her words carefully so as to speak with politeness and kindness - if a certain level of cheeky wit, just infrequent and joking enough to remain amusing rather than obtrusive. Ever the proper lady, when she introduces herself, she does so with respectful, humble words and an elegant, refined curtsey. When she asks for something, she does not force the matter, but rather makes her request in the least bothersome manner available to her. Incredibly well spoken, she finds herself more than at home amidst discussions of philosophy, literature, and economics, such as to seem almost larger than life, like the heroine of some Victorian romance, stepped forth from the pages of her book to explore a new and fascinating world. In some senses, this might be a more accurate assessment than one might think, as she seems mystified and intrigued by many forms of technology or modern culture any normal person would find commonplace, either on contemporary Earth or in Quies. Intent upon learning about anything she can, she thus can oftentimes be found asking questions about almost any little thing that strikes her fancy, as though interrogating the world itself so as to uncover its every last mystery, and grasp all aspects of its laws, structures, and inventions. Quite a clever girl, she oftentimes succeeds in discerning what she seeks, and equally often finds ways to use her new knowledge to her advantage. Never one to be written off as stupid despite her somewhat clueless demeanor, she's certainly an enigma.

But conversely, there is certainly more to the girl than her smile, and many aspects of her character are less than pretty. In almost any conversation that is anything more than professional, one can swiftly find that Mary's experience with social interaction is almost entirely limited to this refined, businesslike form. A horrible liar, she finds it tremendously difficult, if not entirely anathema to her very nature, to intentionally mislead somebody, oftentimes refusing to do so even if it would be in both her and her "victim's" best interests. At the same time, she finds it equally hard to displease someone, and thus oftentimes ends up simply following along with the flow of a given situation, unsure of whether she should express her opinions on a given manner, or even how she would go about doing so in the first place. Similarly, she doesn't handle awkward situations well at all. Driven to maintain her image of composure and elegance, she thus is completely out of her element when flustered or ashamed, oftentimes saying things without really thinking about them, or stating the exact opposite of what she means in a lame attempt to conceal her embarrassment. She thus ends up dancing around many issues, never addressing them directly, but at the same time making what she's really thinking about almost painfully obvious, either by virtue of suspiciously specific denials, or simply by very pointed omission. Similarly, her politeness often leads her to try to bear every burden that comes her way on her own. This isn't because she's too proud to accept help, but rather feels obligated to resolve her own issues without burdening other people. It quickly becomes clear that she's unused to confiding in, or even connecting to other people at all, and has no clue how to deal with people being kind to her, oftentimes feeling indebted to them, and obligated to pay them back, no matter the difficulty or even danger to herself. This failure to communicate with and trust others oftentimes leads to them distancing themselves from her in turn, a fate to which she's long since accustomed herself, further driving her to try to deal with things herself, as she perceives these failed dialogs as just further evidence of her troubling other people, when in reality the problem lies in the fact that she's much too sheltered for her own good.

But her acceptance of her issues dealing with people doesn't mean she doesn't fervently abhor her own inexperience, or perhaps incapacity for social interactions. Behind all the smiles and the energy and the kindness she shows to those around her lies the heart of a girl who is truly empty. Lacking a purpose to fulfill, she finds herself envying those who have many friends and allies to guide them, rely upon them, and be relied on in turn, wishing she could be similarly blessed with a road she knows she wants to walk, and the necessary comrades to help her travel that chosen path. Unable to remember what feelings drove her to set out on her journey, let alone what she was looking for, Mary finds herself wondering why she's even alive, or what she's doing with her life. Perceiving herself as an outcast, and fundamentally different from the people surrounding her, Mary sometimes wonders if there's any point in living, if all she ever seems to do is disappoint, offend, or otherwise disturb the lives of those around her - all the more so now that she has arrived in Quies, where she is distrusted from the start as an outsider. Focusing on anything she can to take her mind off of her inner despair, she thus devotes herself to anything and everything that will divert her, even temporarily, doing it to the best of her ability so that, at the very least, she won't have to regret the time she's spent alive. But is that really all there is to living...? Surely, there must be something she's missing, something that might make her feel as though what she's done has been worthwhile, something that will make her feel less helpless and useless and alone...




"Sigh... I wonder if I'm ill? Or perhaps I'm going mad? I wonder... Why is it that I feel so terribly empty? What am I even doing here? Where was I going when I came to this place? And where will I go now that I'm here...? I cannot understand it. Why? Why is it that I cannot remember?"




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History:
There is very little that Mary remembers about her past, and not all because she forgot it when coming to Quies. In part, her lack of distinct memories of who she is or where she comes from is in part because what she does remember is so dreadfully dull. She remembers spending most of her life kept indoors, reading books and taking lessons from her tutor, Mr. Baker, or else sneaking out at night alongside her older brother to go on moonlight romps around the surrounding countryside, exploring the hills and fields and forests and whatever other places struck their fancy. But, wait... she did have an older brother, didn't she...? In that case, why is it so hard to remember his face...?

The visage of her father comes much more readily to her. Tall, stout, with fiery red hair always trimmed short and always clad in a pristine white suit, William Adler is not a man who can be easily forgotten. With a commanding aura about him, a loud, booming voice, and a stern face, he might have been seen as terrifying to anybody save his beloved daughter, who he doted upon to know end, bringing her dresses and baubles and whatever other things might strike her fancy. But although he spared no expense to accommodate her wishes, even to the extent of hiring her tutor so that she might become more educated, the one thing he did not let her do was leave the house unattended, perpetually fearing for her safety. Because of this, she seldom interacted with people of her own age, and thus spent most of her time indoors under her father's careful guardianship, her head buried in her books. Equally versed in mathematics, the sciences, and the arts, she became a veritable scholar. But, without anything to do, she resigned herself to being her father's doll, kept locked away from the rest of the world for her own safety. So her life was, until one day, for reasons she can't remember, she slipped out one night, taking with her money, food, water, her father's gun, and a pocketwatch that, for some reason, seems more precious to her than anything else she owns. She doesn't remember where she went or why, only that she woke up suddenly in an unfamiliar place that went against everything she knew to be real. Was this a dream, or had she somehow, against all probability, stumbled into some sort of fairy tale? And, if that was the case, then maybe... just maybe, could she find the "destiny" she'd always been searching for...?


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So begins...

Mary C. Adler's Story

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Despite the sun hanging in the sky and little to no clouds, the city was dead silent. The parks were empty, the shops were closed, and only the odd soul could be seen wandering about in the streets. This, though perhaps a litte weird, was perfectly normal.

The Sheepish City had always been known for it's odd behaviour. Life was absent during the day, whereas it was booming during the night. Travelers had stumbled across the place countless times and thought the that the city was abandoned, which had earned them quite a surprise once the sun started to set. A flood of people, stringing lights through the trees and playing music through loud speakers proved that the city wasn't dead after all.

Still, it was no doubt that Sheepish was an especially unique place. Ellis Flinch was one of the many unlucky ones living in it.




Ellis had learned a lot of things in his fifteen years of life. 1) Don't mess with Spell-Casters, 2) Don't steal from guests, 3) Never insult the Plant People, and 4) Never pry too much into someone else's business. He could have counted a lot more, but those were the simple basics. At least, the ones that would keep him out of the most trouble.

In fifteen years, Ellis had managed to stick close with the basics. Up until the Releasing, that is. Which happened to be today. Right now. Where he had been messing with Spell-Casters in order to steal from some guests who had happened to be plants, all because he couldn't stay out of someone's business. He had broken his own rules in a short time span of twelve minutes, and was still breaking them five minutes after. Quite frankly, Ellis Flinch deserved a round of applause for his own stupidity.

"You're who now?"
The clerk lady of the medical building asked. She was staring at him through her pink-rimmed spectacles, most positively judging him. She hadn't bought his fib of being Orchid Larkspur, which was a shame because he had done so much to snag the poor guy's ID. She also hadn't believed him when he told her that he was a certified doctor, visiting all the way from the Tall Twelve Towers. The lady was smart, Ellis would give her that.

"I told you, I'm I doctor." Ellis repeated, his voice serious. He was trying to make himself look busy by adjusting his tie. "I've got business to atten-"

"Ellis Flinch." The woman stated flatly. "A stick-on mustache and a suit is not enough to make you a different person. Besides, you were here yesterday doing the same thing."

Ellis felt his shoulders sag. "I have to see them, Eleanor. Just one quick peak and I'll be gone, okay? Just-"

"The Dreamers are off limits." Eleanor sighed. "I told you yesterday and the day before that, and now I'm telling you again. No visitors. No peaking. No 'sneaking little kids in because they beg the receptionist'. Now give Orchid is ID back and go home."

Ellis glared at her. The Dreamers had arrived a little over a month ago, and still hardly anyone knew anything about them. Were they dangerous? Were they aliens (well they were from 'Earth', but still)? Space travelers? Serial killers? Who knew? The only thing that was for sure was that they were 'probably human' and came from a 'distant planet'. Even then, how reassuring was that? Ellis was dying to know everything about them. His curiosity was only to benefit himself, sure, but that didn't have to be bad. He was trying to regain his status as a Helper. What better way of doing that other than to help? He could assist these 'probably human's, help them figure out what happened to them. That was, if Eleanor let him past her desk...

Ellis was about to ask again when the sound of the shifting gears of the Lifter flooded the main entrance of the building. Both he and Eleanor glanced at eachother in confusion, then turned their eyes to the machine. After a few long seconds the doors slid open, and out stepped three people accompanied by three guards. Ellis could tell that two of them were girls and one was a boy, but other than that he had no idea who they were. He looked back at Eleanor, who in turn gave him a nod.

Then, he knew. They were the Dreamers. They were leaving.

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Suffice to say, Mary Adler's life in the last month had been infinitely more eventful than the days that had preceded it. She'd awakened one morning to find herself lying in a clearing in the middle of a darkened underground forest, the light of the moon shining down upon her through the rocks above. She'd risen to her feet, brushing the dirt and grass from her tattered white dress, looking around in confusion at the strange place she'd found herself in. But although she had tried to remember how she had arrived there, she had found herself unable to recall where she was, or what she had been doing before she got there. She couldn't even remember where she had come from, or what her life had been like. That being said, she did not exactly have much by which to gauge whether the situation was in fact as unusual as it seemed or not, but her gut told her that being here was strange, and she had decided to trust it.

She'd wandered for at least an hour before she found her way out of the cave, and at least an hour more before she'd stumbled across a road. As luck would have it, Mary happened upon a small band of travelers shortly thereafter, and, seeing her shivering in the cold, her torn and stained garment wrapped around her as best she could keep it, had taken pity on her, and allowed her to come with them. She'd felt it imprudent to tell them her circumstances, and so had feigned muteness until she could discern more about the place she'd found herself in. Fortunately, the people around her seemed to speak her language, so she hadn't had any problems making her wishes known, even if she did not explain anything about herself in return.

They'd taken her as far as the nearest town, where they'd been very insistent she stay with them until they could find some way of locating her family. This had seemed like the most reasonable plan, and yet, something about the idea of her relatives had stirred a strange feeling within her, as though her stomach was empty and revolving wildly in her chest, filling her with such disquiet that she had found it impossible to rest. Not wanting to leech off of the honest pilgrims' kindness any longer, she'd sneaked out alone one night, following the road to the next town, a very large city apparently known as the Sheepish City. Exchanging the coins she'd found on her person with a rather bewildered banker, she'd obtained a rather large sum of the local currency, and had promptly used this in the manner she found most reasonable - namely, the procurement of new clothes to replace her by now quite ragged dress. The young lady had taken no small pleasure in trying on countless unusual outfits, the likes of which she'd seen only in picture books. Although Mary had, at first, been a little leery of the rather short black skirt she'd eventually settled upon, she felt at ease enough with its accompanying tights - even if a lady such as herself wearing trousers might have seemed a little uncouth at first - to accept the deal she'd been offered. Setting forth bedecked in her new scarlet ensemble, she'd just been preparing to venture forth into the world in the hopes of discovering where exactly she was - Sheepish City certainly wasn't a name she was familiar with, at any rate, and she didn't know of any magicians in her old home, either - as well as where she had come from, how she'd made the trip and forgotten it after, and why.

...Unfortunately, that journey had been rather unfortunately short-lived, as it was around this time that word had gotten round of the strange, mute girl with bizarre red hair who had brought with her a never-before-heard of type of silver coin. Taken in for questioning by the authorities, she'd had no choice to reveal that she could indeed speak, but that she could not remember how she'd come to be there. This, evidently, had alarmed them, as they'd made the utmost haste to quarantine her soon after, running all manner of strange tests to determine her origin, medical condition, and potential threat.

Fortunately, none of her belongings had been confiscated, including the gun she'd found on her person when she'd awakened. Evidently, they didn't recognize it as a weapon, which was rather odd considering how commonplace such firearms were. Nevertheless, she wasn't one to question her luck, and so had continued treating it as a pointless trinket, much like the silver watch she carried. They, in turn, hadn't pried into her belongings overly much, even if they had confined her in her hospital room until the examinations were over.

But now, it seemed, she was being moved. Whether that was for better or for worse, she didn't know, but if she had to, there was, at least, a means by which she could escape, for the weight of the pistol in a pocket sewn into the inside of her skirt reassured her that she was not helpless. Even so, if she could avoid hurting these people, she intended to. They had not shown her any cruelty, merely wariness, and she did not wish to make them regret their mercy.

Apparently, she wasn't the only one they were taking with them, for two others had joined her on the lift. The one was a tall young man with dark hair and piercing, icy cold eyes that sent a chill down her spine whenever she met them. Although his bearing was rigid and his countenance stern, there was a certain strange element behind his expression, as though he distrusted everything around him, and would not hesitate to lash out at anything that posed a threat to him. He seemed frightening, so she decided she'd move away from him, stepping closer to her second unknown fellow, a girl who also looked to be a few years older than herself, but whose eyes contained a certain childlike brightness that belied her dark hair and mature appearance. Mary's expression settled slowly into a slight pout as she realized she was the youngest person there, feeling small by comparison to the two others riding the lift. She opened her mouth, intending to speak, but seeing the stern demeanor of the guards and the brooding young man, she stifled herself with a quiet sigh. She was more confused than frustrated, but even so, she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the situation. If only she could remember something, maybe all this would make sense, and she would be able to understand what she was doing here, or why she was being held captive...

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Arin liked plans. Knowing what was to come was a comfort to her. And these earthlings as her father put it made her plans shrivel up. Those poor people she couldn't help but think upon first hearing the news. It would pain her greatly to be so far away from home.

And true to her nature Arin knew she'd help these people. To start she'd offer them a place to stay. Her home was big enough and being only ocupied by herself, her father and the odd servent Arin was most definitely not opposed to company.

Of course her father hated the idea but seeing the joy it brought on his daughters face cause him to shut up.

At the moment Arin was sitting in the little garden attached to her room. Her cat, a little black kitten named Casper purred heavily in her lap. A book was held in her hands and Arin was happy with the quiet. Friends were good, but so was loneliness.

Unfortunately her quiet was broken by Amelia, a rather heavy set maid rushing towards her. 'Miss Arin! Oh! Oh!' Reaching Arin who was now sitting up in intrest she doubled over. 'They've awoke! The Dreamers!'

Arin's face broke up into a smile at once. Casper jumped from her lap just before Arun leaped from her bench. 'Oh this is great Amy! I need to go see them! Tell father will you?'

The maid could only nod in reply as the blonde was already racing off.

Luckily Arin didn't live that far from the facility where the Dreamers stayed. It only took ten minutes for her to arrive. Slightly winded from running the whole was Arin's run turned into a walk as she entered the doors.

Upon her arival Arin saw she wasn't the only one waiting. A boy she knew by face but not name stood waiting. Blinking the girl wondered why he wanted to see The Dreamers. Hopefully he didn't have the same plan as her.

Still never one to be rude Arin strolled up happily. 'Ello! Nice to see you again Eleanor. You look dashing today.' She smiled but Eleanor looked anything but flattered. More annoyed then anything.

'Arin Desmond. Not you as well. I've told you time and time again, you can't talk to them.' She pointed to the so far nameless boy by her. 'See? You aren't the only one. I'm turning everyone down.'

Arin just rolled her eyes but her smiled never faded. 'Come on Eleanor! We're both adults here.' The receptionist made a noise of disbelief that went unoticed by Arin. 'Oh these poor folks must be scared to death! What would we do if we were lost somewhere diffrent? I for one would want someone to offer me help. It's the kind thing to do. Besides, who knows what we could learn from them?' Her rambling finally finished as Arin looked up to that three people she had never seen before we're already in the building.

Gasping she leaned over the boy to gaze at them. 'Oh! It's the Dreamers! Look at them! The poor dears must be scared with those big guards. Let's hope they get let go soon.' Arin coughed and moved outward so she could be spotted clearly. Hand waving in the air she began to shout, 'Oi! Dreamers! Over here! Helloooo! Please come here?!'

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i. The Princess of Tears and Light




Lies were the indelible remains of naked corpses burrowed beneath the skin, its shame crawling like blood into a stream, forcing oxygen into the brain. Forcing the thoughts to chitter chatter, chitter chatter, chitter chattering and chipping away at your sanity. And God, whatever Gods there may be in this realm or the next, Rui had none left.

Listen, she wanted to scream. Listen not with your ears, but with your heart. But how could you teach the born-blind to see red? How could she be any less a liar than a tornado could a force of destruction? Thus she scratched her pen into her small, weathered notebook. It was a flimsy thing, and the only thing besides her blood-stained dress she'd had on her when she was exiled from her home with acidic words and a wave that welded the untruth into her bones. The bitter pain of the curse was a familiar companion, chip-chipping at her bones. She hoped she would turn into ash soon.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, she scribbled into her book. The gold crown feathered into rust. Her left fist moved frantically over the black pages as she raced to the beginning. Lies are the indelible remains of naked... Words sat atop words napping upon words and she thought, I should get a new book, she thought, but the coherent phrase slipped from her grasp like a disobedient eel. She scolded it, and returned her thoughts to the chaos that beckoned her from the pages of her notebook.

A sudden noise from somewhere far, far away wrenched her from her reverie none too gently. She leapt half a metre off the ground before jumping to her feet, knocking over the stack of boxes she'd recently vacated in the process. Rui wrapped her arms protectively around her journal as her eyes darted so fiercely from side to side, up and down that she had to clasp her palms over them to keep her eyeballs from fleeing.

The voice traveled like little footprints over Rui's skin, tickling and tinkling. She released a nervous giggle. "Oh! It's the Dreamers! Look at them!" She jumped before hunching her shoulders as if trying to paint herself into a smaller target. Dreams? Where were the dreams? Her thoughts floated out the door despite herself, guided by a childish curiosity. Rui raced to follow. Would the dreams be colourful, she wondered. Would they leap over her head and nudge her back, tripping her forwards into the unknown?

"There you are!" A familiar hand wrapped around Rui's flimsy wrist like a crab's claw the moment she stepped out of the storage room. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been? What were you doing?"

"The gardens. I was burying a body," she replied as she was dragged down the steps two at a time. She was busy tripping over her short legs when a laugh burst from the plump doctor. Rui frowned. "What? I'm serious."

Sybil snorted in response and Rui allowed herself a small smile. She didn't mind Sybil, who merely scattered her lies in the wind with a bout of humoured exhalations. More than not minding, Rui thought she might've been halfway in love. The doctor was the only person who'd ever treated her compassionately, as if she were a person and not some halfway gone tool to be hammered against stubborn nails. They always wanted something and then some. She felt the pick axe in her flesh, clawing at what remained of her until soon, there would be nothing left but a bloodstain on the floor from where she stood, and that, even, she was certain they would take eventually.

"Found her!" Sybil chest puffed with pride as she slapped Rui on the back, causing her to stumble forward. Dreams, Rui hoped, did not shove as fiercely as Sybil did.

"You're late," the receptionist barked. Rui imagined a dog snapping at her heels.

Rui tripped into a standstill and resisted the urge to curl into herself in an attempt to shrink her 4'11" frame by another good inch or two. She had an audience. Instead, she straightened her spine, lifted her head, and summoned her most apologetic smile.

"This is one of our healers," Eleanor explained finally, after giving Rui a long, hard glare. "She'll be accompanying you for now in case anything... Goes amiss," she said slowly.

Rui's fingers whitened against the desk as her entire body tensed. The breaths of so many bodies pressed around her rustled her grip on her facade. Rui missed neglecting their existence. Her index finger twitched against the wood, scratching subtly at invisible words, thoughts that flitted down her spine like jolts of electricity. Look up, look up, look up, she thought. Her head dropped lower in response, her eyes focusing on a speck of dirt on the desk. Out of place, her mind screeched. She scrubbed it away with the corner of her sleeve and jerked herself upright, jolting her head towards the rest of the room before her mind had the chance to tell it otherwise. Her azure eyes acknowledged every individual before her, but her mind pushed them aside before they had the chance to take hold.

Rui finally nodded at a pair of emerald green eyes inches from her face, and screamed. The edge of the table stabbed into her hip as she threw herself backwards, nearly tripping over a gorgeous, leggy blonde before her back smacked into a wall. The slippery floor gave beneath her feet and she slammed into the ground, knocking her head against the corner of the desk in her descent.

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A wanderer. A word that had become all too familiar for Abraham. After losing his parents, he's had to fend for himself; using his talents to help others. Of course, Abraham didn't mind. In fact, he managed to find a tiny studio apartment in Sheepish City's Medical District. He has become a part time worker at the Hospital, which pays for his Studio. He's never home though. Abraham is constantly traveling between places in Quies. During the day he's usually at Tall Twelve Towers. At night however he comes back to Quies as that's when the city really blooms. He doesn't mind the constant travel, he enjoys the solace.

Heading back from a client job he was hired for at Tall Twelve Towers, it's almost sun down and he needs to hurry back to Quies for today was that day. The day that the Dreamers are to be released. The whole town is soon to arrive at the hospital, so he needs to hurry.

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Arriving before sundown, Abraham was relieved that the towns people weren't out and about yet. Walking into the Hospital, Abraham went to go check into the front desk where Eleanor was typing frantically. "Hey Eleanor! Got anything for me today?" Abraham asked he as he was watching. Without a warning, Eleanor pulled out this note from one of the Hospital head advisers. Flinching, he took the note reluctantly and walked away. As he walked away, he say a boy coming in from the other set of doors on the opposite side of then lobby. Is that Elis? What's he up to this time? He wondered as he continued through a hallway.

Reaching the door he was after, he knocked. After a few moments, he heard a soft but stern voice from the other side to come in. Reluctantly, Abraham peered through the door, not really expecting what was going to happen next. The note he received from Eleanor was rather cryptic. Miss daisy, the woman in charge spoke with Abraham for a while. Telling him he was assigned a new client. Or rather three new clients. He was to watch over the three Dreamers, and to be their protector to make sure they aren't killed by anything, and to make sure they don't die. Not really sure how to react to the news, Abraham sat quiet. Speechless.

Abraham was then handed to books. They were books filled with healing and alchemy spells. They are to enhance his knowledge even more. Abraham knew a lot of the physical side of healing, which took no magic at all. But he's being told that the Dreamers, id hurt, magic works the absolute best with them. A new challenge for Abraham. A topic area he never knew he'd be exploring. Not soon any way. With that, Miss Daisy had nothing else to say, and Abraham was dismissed. Walking out the door, Abraham was now standing in one of the adjacent lobbies that connect to the main lobby. "IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?!" He said loudly. Not caring who'd be staring at him. Besides, that all he could muster to say as the shock was still hitting him. Hard. Of course, he had no time to react. He soon heard gasps and voices carry on from the main lobby.

Abraham reluctantly walked towards the archway to peer into the main lobby. Standing there, across from him in the elevator, where the three Dreamers. holy crap! He thought as he stared. It has begun, and Abraham had no idea what was in stored for him from now on. His life changes now, and is to revolve around the three Dreamers.

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ImageIt has been a month ever since Francine ended up in this place. Out of nowhere she was forced to leave her previous life and be in a completely new world. The last thing on Earth she remembered was... nothing... Francine's memories of her seventeen years on Earth were a thick fog. She remembered her mother, father and six siblings. She didn't forget her dear friends either. All of them must be worried sick, as it has been a month ever since she left the Earth.

As her fate changed drastically, she lost her old life, but gained a title. Francine was known as one of the Dreamers. Why were they called like that? Probably they were dreaming of going back home? Despite everything, Francine knew she shouldn't dwell on nostalgia for home. She knew she had to be patient. At least she wasn't the only dreamer. There was a boy who seemed distant, yet strong. There was a girl who felt like a younger sister to Fran for some reason. She could feel the love for them, yet her memories of their moments together were pitch black.

"Hello, blonde girl!" Fran waved back to Arin with smile on her face. She looked at a blonde boy, a short red-haired girl who turned into a major victim of slapstick and a blue-haired boy that explictly showed his excitement to see the Dreamers.

Francine quickly ran to Rui.
"Hey, little girl! Are you okay?" she asked in a soft voice.

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Where am I?

What is this place?

Alas, it seems my new story is beginning unpleasantly.





Cerin was cold, lost, and wet. Only the latter was a problem, however. He seemed to be sitting by a pool with his feet dangling in the crystal waters. Casual to the stray observer. He quickly pulled them out, slipping on the socks and tall, black boots. Had he been here before? No, he'd surely recognize the landscape.

How was he here anyway? Going through the Dreamhub wasn’t usually a problem. However, the new world had appeared…

Was Fate itself against me this time?

It mattered not at this time. He had landed in this new place unconscious and confused- weaknesses for others to exploit. However, as he stood stiffly, he saw no one around. His piercing, brooding eyes searched the darkened forest. Nothing living was anywhere near. Thankfully. He let out an anguished cry.

His only companion dead and his empire collapsed. Then, just to top it off, he was launched into a complete rebirth. Into this land, beautiful as if out of a storybook. He stepped out of the dip where he'd been resting and walked across soft grass. The ground of the forest was littered with sky-blue petals. Was Fate mocking, taunting him?

He begins to walk, a few pebbles setting his direction. He takes inventory- what else could he possibly have? Cerin's soft touch grazes a silky white bandanna around his neck. Good. He reaches to his hip almost instinctively as he hears a rustle in the brush. A snowy white blade rests there, its power radiating even in the sheath. He doesn't draw it, and no other sounds are to be heard.

After an immeasurable amount of walking, he finally comes across a large city. The sun is setting and the city seems to be coming to life. It's quite pretty, actually, like the forest. He begins to explore, but is quickly becoming weary. Is something here sapping his strength? It wouldn't seem so, as he is a Shadow Walker in a nocturnal city.

Walking to what seems is the center of the city, he sits on a nearby bench. His strength is slowly ebbing away. Cerin is frightened, he's tired, and wants nothing to do with this odd world. He wishes to have his childhood back. Innocence... and her.

Cerin feels the last of his energy flicker out of existence like a flame pinched between fingers.




He's awakened gently and led into a lift by some odd people. Cerin is thoroughly tired of being lost and confused here. He's led into a room with clothing similar to his own, and he dresses quickly. He's fully awake now, and the entirety of his grief is back. His eyes hold a sad but fierce gaze as he looks into a mirror.

After he dresses in a dark outfit like he used to wear, from what he remembers, he is led out to lift-like machine. Inside, he remains gravely quiet, studying his new "partners'.

One girl is tall and slim, the figure of a spoiled childhood. Her long red locks hang down as she gazes around at her companions as well, scarlet eyes taking in everything warmly but cautiously. The second is dark-haired, like him, but there the similarities stop. She has dark eyes, light, fair skin, and a mature figure. She seems calm in the face of all this.

How did they get here? Was it possible they weren't strangers to the Dreamhub? What dimension could they be from?

He emerges from the lift to see a crowd. How many people cared about strangers to their world?

A couple of faces stick out of the crowd- A young, blue-haired man, a tall blonde, a girl with pink hair and thick red glasses. Suddenly, he sees a girl he knows is familiar. Who is she?

She's beautiful, a small, dainty beauty. Her hair is a soft red; her eyes, an aquamarine mirror. Who is she? He knows she is from his past; the past he can't remember.

Could she be what he is searching for?

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Rui lay there gasping like a fish out of water for a few aching moments, pain pushing through her skull to stroke the wrinkles of her cerebrum. The ceiling spun. Suddenly, her spine arched as the oxygen that had been knocked out of her flooded her lungs and she greedily devoured short bursts of air. A pair of obsidian eyes swam into focus, wide and concerned.

"Hey, little girl! Are you okay?" the girl asked, her long hair tickling the apple of Rui's left cheek as she bent over her. Rui scrambled backwards until her back hit the wall. These people were devoid of the concept of personal space. Frightened blue-green orbs lurched around the room as Rui saw, really saw, the present inhabitants of the medical building. The boy who'd frightened her with his proximity stood a ways away - but not away enough - his gold hair curling over eyes the colour of tranquil meadows and wild forests. A fake moustache graced his upper lip, a jarringly different shade to his real hair. She wondered if he was mad.

Rui hoped he was.

He looked like a Prince, and she found herself gazing behind him in search of his white horse. He didn't have one. Perhaps he had a pegasus instead. That's right, his airborne steed must be waiting just outside, ready to leap into the clouds with a small red-haired girl on its back. And the dashing young prince whisked the peasant girl away, Rui stitched into the folds of her ebony skirt with an imaginary thread. He plucked a strand of molten gold hair from his majestic head, and curled the strand around Rui the Peasant Girl's ring finger. The thin lock solidified into a thick band. "Marry me," he whispered. "And I will protect you for ever and a day." He tilted his head, seeming to reconsider this. "Or perhaps just a day. It really relies upon which rabbit hole the fox flees."

The Prince seemed to glimmer and Rui furrowed her little brows, worried his beauty might blind her. As she pulled her gaze to the other fair-haired creature, Rui wondered if the blind were lonely in their world of darkness. The slim blond she'd stumbled over was no kinder on the eyes. Her hair flowed like woven light down her back and framed a face that made angels look hideous. Not that Rui had ever seen angels, being about as psychic as a riverbed pebble. She wished the woman would turn so Rui could confirm if she had wings attached to her spine. How many wars had been fought for this beauty? Rui estimated 14.

Near her was another gorgeous being. Was today the day for meeting eligible bachelors and bachelorettes? Porcelain skin was stretched over an elegant frame and a slim nose sat beneath warm mahogany eyes set in mathematically superior dimensions, but something was off. Her hair was on fire! Yet there was no lingering scent of smoke in the air. None at all. How strange. Rui realised with a start then, that her hair was on fire, too. She scrambled for her head, finding it just above her shoulders and ran her fingers through the silky strands. She pressed a lock to her nose but sniffed only notes of gardenias, with vanilla accents. She sighed in relief. Her hair was more of a violet-red with auburn and plum accents, than the fire brick red of the girl before her. Rui would not combust, so long as she avoided direct contact with flammables.

Lastly, her eyes met...

"Raiden," she gasped, fumbling to her feet. She took 1-2-3.5 steps forward before her heart.

Stopped.

And she breathed suffocation, lungs deflating 1-2-3-4-5-militeres-and-6,000,000-miles; bones melding into steel; eyes prickling with tears at this cruel, cruel lie that stood before her. Of course not. Of course it couldn't be her Raiden. Her brave, stupid Raiden who'd died and left her alone. Liar, she hissed at his ghost. Liar.

Because, you see, lies have a way of burrowing beneath the skin, failing to dislodge their corpses from your bones. Lies, have a way of whispering sweet nothings into your ear, so that you may never be free from expectation. That was the worse part, perhaps.

Still, he stood still, staring at her as if he'd found and lost her all at once. He had Raiden's eyes, though they were not the same colour. It was that they shared the same intensity in their gazes, as if they could see through her skin, her dishonesty, and dagger her soul. Rui considered dislodging her heart from the cavern of her chest to place it in his hands, but she couldn't. She didn't know where her own heart had gone either.

"She's better at healing than she is at human interaction," the receptionist said drily. Rui pulled her gaze away from Raiden's impostor and blinked at her shoes.

"I'm fine," Rui answered the dark haired girl's earlier question, the lie bitter on her tongue. No, I'm not fine, she wanted to say instead. My chest is an empty red cavern and I have corpses in my bones.

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How long had it been since that day? Since the day of the ambush, where he had been left for dead with a slit belly and spilled guts? How was it fair that his magic had healed his otherwise fatal wound, and Tai, Reggie, Allesa, and all the others were dead or taken captive? The guilt of living when his friends, his comrades, were bereft of life or freedom weighed down on Reshiro, causing him to question whether he wanted go onward.

Yet always he trudged on. He couldn't stop. He was the last of the emissaries from Pellidar. His nation needed him to complete his mission. Whether he wanted to or not he had no choice. He had to continue onward to save his land and his people.

Despite his noble intentions, he was hopelessly lost and had no idea where he was going. He had found a road the other day and walked alongside it. He hadn't passed by any other travelers to ask even where the road went. At least he had food and water. When the Ingladians had ambushed they hadn't taken the supplies that the Kathalan Regiment had been carrying with them, leaving Reshiro with plenty of food and water to take. By the time he had regained consciousness after his injuries, several days after the ambush, some of the food had spoiled, but most of it was fine. It was hardy travel food, not prone to mold. A few bugs crawled around in the hardtack but Reshiro was expecting that.

Now his food was beginning to run out. He needed to find a town soon and restock and find out where he could go to get allies for Pellidar. He could hunt, but a sword was not ideal for that. He knew how to make traps and snares, but he would have to wait, possibly for days, for those to yield anything. He didn't have days to spend away from his mission. No, his best bet was to follow the road until he found a town and buy supplies there. The Ingladians hadn't taken any money when they had ambushed, either, so Reshiro had taken a large sum from the purses of his fallen comrades.

There! Was that a town in the distance? Yes! Reshiro broke into a run. Even if it was a small town someone should be able to direct him somewhere he could find aid. Perhaps he could buy a horse at the town as well. It would likely take up most of his money, but it would be worth the faster travel.

After an hour or two of running Reshiro reached the town only to find it bare and deserted. Where was everyone? He wandered around, trying to find someone to talk to and get information. He didn't have any luck, so he entered one building that wasn't locked at random. Inside were a bunch of people. Some looked confused, some appeared to be guarding those who looked confused, and others seemed to be spectators. Reshiro nearly backed out of the building because of the strangeness, but he remembered his point for coming. He had finally found some people, so he had to take advantage of it.

"Sorry to interrupt," he began, not sure who to address, "but what is this place? I am a traveler and I need to buy some supplies."

It didn't occur to him what a strange sight he would be. His shirt had a large hole in it from the sword slash that had eviscerated him and was stained with blood. His trousers were likewise splattered with blood. He carried a dirty pack, a large sword, and a shield. His hair was long and uncombed from the days of travel. Dirt covered him since he had found no place to bathe. He had become used to these things because he had had to live with them for weeks by now. So thus when he addressed this group of people he was totally unaware of his odd, perhaps even frightening, appearance.

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When the girl who was almost a foot smaller then Arin lurched towards her she took a step back out of reflex. Moments later she was gasping and kneeling by her side. 'My goodness! Are you okay sweetie?'

By now the girl was up and gazed at each of them in the room. Her eyes were full of awe in almost each person. 'I'm fine.' She spoke at last but Arin had always been good at telling when people were lying and her radar was so going off. Arin tilted her head in disbelief but said nothing. There was time for that later.

There was an awkward silence for a moment before the door behind them opened. Suprised Arin turned around and her jaw dropped. A boy, barely older then her stood in the door way. He looked hesitantly at them but still asked what this place was.

'Good lord!' Arin voiced at last. 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?' She scurried over to the boy and gently grabbed his arm. 'Come on. You need to sit down.

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For a while, everyone in the lobby was quiet. You could hear even the slightest movement. Everyone was looking at each other as if not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, a red headed girl went down. Abraham couldn't keep back a slight giggle, as the way she fell was quite comedic.I shouldn't laugh. Oh my I'm awful sometimes. he thought as he held back another chuckle.

The long black haired dreamer asked if the red headed girl was alright. She had replied with an occasional 'I'm fine' but the way she had fallen looked like it hurt. Also, the blonde girl in the room scooted over quickly to assist her. I have a feeling this might be a frequent thing. Abraham sighed as he leaned back on the wall behind him. Slowly sliding down, prompting himself on the ground. It was quiet again. The red head that fell is now on her feet, and no one is talking again. Things seemed to start to get back to normal, but like clockwork, things got weirder. The main lobby doors swung open, revealing a young man around Abraham's age. He looked very tattered. His clothes ripped, dirt all over him, and even the occasional blood stain. The guy didn't seem okay, but he was handing himself as if that was normal. "Sorry to interrupt, but what is this place? I'm a traveler and I need to buy some supplies." Was what the guy said. Not even mentioning his outside appearance. Is this guy nuts? Is he even hurt? He though as he continued to eye him up and down. Suddenly, the blonde girl again hurried to the guy, making a scene again. She asked the guy if he needed medical attention. Lucky for the guy, he's in a hospital. Lucky for him, Abraham was a healer.

This gave Abraham the opportunity to look at the healing book of spells he was handed. However, whether he knew the guy was actually hurt or not was the mystery. Woah, this book is cryptic. I can barely read it. Abraham was trying his hardest, but wasn't heading very far. Abraham looked up again and noticed that the blonde girl was now holding the guy's arm. Nudging him to seek medical attention.Well, I suppose I should make myself useful. Seeing that by the time a doctor gets down here it'll be too long. Standing up, Abraham started towards the seemingly hurt guy. "Hey man. Are you okay?" Abraham asked as he got closer."I can take a look at your wounds if you'd feel comfortable. I'm a healer. I know a thing or two." He smiled, not knowing how he'd react.

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Mary had expected that she'd simply be taken out of the building where she'd been kept and moved to a different location, perhaps to be interrogated or at the very least briefed on the workings of the society she'd unexpectedly fallen into. However, event had quickly proven that leaving the building, even under guard, would not be so simple. Upon entering the lobby, she'd found herself surrounded by people of all sorts. There was a strange girl with red-brown hair who had swiftly taken a fall into a desk, and then, as though in a daze, had gawked for a few moments at the rather serious black haired boy who'd been imprisoned along with herself. Mary had been inclined to go and ask if she was okay, but that was around the time that a man had barged in through the front door with a rather large set of weapons slung over his back, casually asking where he was and if he could buy any supplies there. While he certainly seemed out of place, she doubted that he was foreign to the world like herself. More importantly, though, he looked terrifying, given that he was soaked head to toe in blood. She couldn't tell if it was his or somebody else's, but either way, he looked like he'd just come freshly from a battlefield. So there was a war going on in this world too? She almost forgot her place and rushed over to ask if he was alright, but he didn't seem to be harmed, and one of the doctors - at least, she assumed he was a doctor - swiftly came to do just that. She sighed, remaining where she stood, not wanting to throw her guards into a panic by making any sudden moves. She averted her eyes, trying to ignore the blood that had so rattled her, and just hoped the man was unharmed.

Even so, she was getting more and more uneasy with each passing moment. She had no idea what was going on, or where she was being taken. For all she knew, she might be on her way to some kind of freakshow, to be locked up and paraded about before gawking audiences such as the truly massive crowd that had already flooded into the building. She couldn't ask her guards, since they probably wouldn't tell her, but maybe somebody else might know... Glancing around, to her dismay, the only person she saw close enough to speak to was a young boy who, while he might have been her age, seemed to have an astonishingly bushy mustache for someone of his youth. More to the point, though, everybody - even the guards - seemed to be purposefully ignoring and avoiding him, meaning there wasn't anyone between them, and nobody would probably notice if she asked him. Shuffling slightly to the left, she tried not to startle the guards as she moved within speaking distance of the boy. Waving slightly to him to get his attention, she spoke.

"Excuse me, sir? Pardon my rudeness, but do you know what exactly is going on here? Presently, I'm just finding my feet, so I'm a little confused by the situation," She inquired quietly, giving a slightly uneasy smile.

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The people didn't respond to Reshiro as he had expected. First of all, they stared at him with dumbfounded expressions. Then a blonde haired girl rushed over to him, asking him if he was all right and telling him to sit. While Reshiro was digesting this a boy with an authoritative air walked over, asking Reshiro if he was okay and saying he could look at his wounds. Then it clicked in Reshiro's mind why the people were freaking out over him. He was still wearing the clothes he had been wearing when the Kathalan Regiment was ambushed. He glanced down at himself, remembering that he looked a mess. He had only passed by small creeks and springs on the way to this town, so he had drank most of the water and used the rest to fill his canteens.

"I-I'm fine," Reshiro stammered, embarrassed that he hadn't thought of finding a well or something to wash off at. "Thank you, but I really am fine."

It was true. He was dirty and would have liked a meal, but he had completely recovered from his injury. At first when he had woken up after the ambush his abdomen had still hurt, but now the pain was gone. Nevertheless, Reshiro wouldn't be surprised if the people didn't believe him. He wouldn't blame them. Yet while their concern was appreciated, it wasn't needed.

He glanced around the room again, hoping that he had dispelled some of their worries. One person, a little, red haired girl with blue eyes, looked familiar, but he wasn't sure where he had seen her before. Another person, who also happened to be a redhead, softly asked a guy with a mustache what was going on. Reshiro smothered a grin upon hearing that. At least he wasn't the only one confused. It seemed like he had intruded on something.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt," he repeated, "But I couldn't find anyone. I just need a place to stay for a little while and rest up."

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For a moment ignoring the going ons behind her Arin fluttered around the boy like a mother hen. She looked at him from all sides while another joined them. Arin only paused after hearing he was a sort of Doctor.

Breathing a sigh of relief at both someone with knowledge of medicine present and the boy voicing that he was okay, gazed down at her dress. While checking the newcoming for possible injuries the grime of days of journey rubbed off on her. Her once pure white dress was now speckled with dirt. She stared at it for a few seconds before whipping her hands on the skirt. It didn't meant much to her and Arin could always clean it.

"But I couldn't find anyone. I just need a place to stay for a little while and rest up." Arin looked up with a face that could only be described as pure excitement.

'Oh! That's where I come in!' She turned so all in the room could see her and spread her arms. 'I am Arin Desmond! I've come to offer the Dreamers a place to stay. The poor dears just woke up and I couldn't rest knowing you'd all be out alone.'

Grinning she clapped her hands together and turned her gaze to the newest of the group. 'You need a place to stay? You're welcome as well. My house is large and the only ones who stay there 24/7 is myself, my father and a maid. Other workers come in from time to time but none stay for more then a day or two.' Again she motined to the group. 'Any one of you who has no place to go is welcome with me. After all, the more the merrier!'

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Character Portrait: Arin Desmond Character Portrait: Ellis Flinch Character Portrait: Abraham Mantilla Character Portrait: Mary C. Adler Character Portrait: Francine Davis Character Portrait: Rui Yorugen Character Portrait: Cerin Mistral Character Portrait: Reshiro Viraka Character Portrait: Artos Ragnall
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"People seem nice here after all..." Francine thought. She was surprised to see a person covered in blood suddenly arrive. And the first reaction for people here was to help him instead of trying to defend themselves from him.

"Here." Fran approached Reshiro and gave him a bread bun she was saving for later. "It's most likely not poisonous."
She smiled at the blond girl who offered a place to stay for the four of them.
"This is very sweet of you." she smiled. "Thank you very much."

A sudden scream reached everyone's ears. A small crowd was forming around an unclear to Francine scene. She ran to see the cause of all the panic. Fran immediately stopped next to Rui. Her irises shrunk at the sight of a seriously injured man in a large puddle of blood and another man, holding a child by the throat and preparing a collision between a blade and the young boy.

"That was just a drill, we're teaching civilians how to spot thieves and defend themselves against pickpockets." this is what the little red haired girl said. What was happening?

"What are you doing with the little child?" Francine's tone changed completely, along with her eyes glaring at the scene and mouth that erased her usual smile.
"Why is that person over there laying and bleeding? Let the boy go."

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One of the Dreamers thanked her causing Arin to smile. This was what she wanted, for people to be happy.

'No problem. I'm happy to h-' Her words were cut off by a high pitched scream from outside. Eyes wide she pointed to the bloodied boy, 'don't go anywhere,' and left.

Once outside she was met with a horrible sight. A bleeding man sat off to the side while the red head and the nice girl watched on. A tall white haired man held a young boy by the neck. Arin gasped and stumbled forward.

'H-hey! You...um....' She thought back to what the red head had said. The lie to help this poor boy.

'Yes. This was planned. Um, my father helped pay for it. It's just a drill.' And if you knew her father that wasn't far from the truth. He donated money all the time to help better the town though usually at Arin's insisting.

Ideas to save this boy ran haywire in her head and she pointed behind her. 'These girls are in on it to. They would test the citizens awareness of pickpockets. It's uh....a job. They're getting paid er...for it and you just ruined all their hard work.'

She cleared her throat and stood a little taller. 'Now let the boy go and I won't press charges for messing with my father's plans....um... please.'

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Abraham stared back at the bloodies man. "Alright man, that's fine. As long as you're sure you're okay! With that, Abraham stepped back a few steps, allowing one of the dreamers to step up. It was the tall, long haired one. She seemed pretty nice. She handed the bloodied guy a bread bun. Abraham didn't mean to stare, but that bun looked really good. Pretty sure you could hear his stomach by now growling. Ugh, I need to find some food soon. I can't go on without eating. He thought as he took his sight away from them. He wondered where that red headed girl went. Didn't take too long to figure out though. Abraham heard another scream coming from the outside. Following the scream, Abraham had to check it out. His curiosity wouldn't let him pass up this moment.

Looking outside the Hospital, the amount of people have increased. In the middle of the crowd, there were three figures. Another bloodied man, and a white haired man holding a boy. Man, there's so much going on tonight already. He thought as he looked down at the scene. Abraham had to act quick however, seeing as the white man holding the boy had a sword close to him. Held in a way that read that he was going to attack. Dammit! How am I going to rescue this child? Why is he doing this? Abraham started freaking out. Before he could continue though, the red headed girl spoke out. She claimed it was a drill. A DRILL?! He thought as he looked at her. Is she mad? Is that girl working for that white haired man? So many questions were being left unanswered. Of course, it didn't make things better when the blonde girl chimed in agreeing with the other girl. Abraham couldn't waste time wondering what that girls' intentions were. He had to save that bleeding man down there first. At least close the wounds and stop the bleeding. He needed someone else to perform this healing with. He needed to go unnoticed. looking around, he saw that long haired girl near him. He had no choice.

"Hey, so I need your help with something. I'm Abraham, and I can heal people, and with your help I'll be able to heal that man down there, along with the boy. Just stand there, and make sure not to draw attention over here okay?" He explained as he placed himself behind the girl. Closing his eyes, Abraham chanted a healing formula. He's never performed this on another person before, so the odds of this working were minimal. He had to try though, there was no other option. Acting quick, he focused his energies on the bloodied man, making sure he wouldn't die at the very least. Pretty soon there was a small blue circle surrounding the man. Oh my god, it's working! The healing circle is working! Abraham was most certainly pleased with his work. The circle should mend his wounds so he stops bleeding. The bloodied man should be fine for now. He was more worried about the boy however. He wasn't sure how he was going to help him out. Think! Think dammit! Frustrated with himself, Abraham looked around. Turning to face the long haired girl again, Abraham spoke. Hey, you have to help me save the boy now. Are you able to do anything? Do you have any powers?" He asked. He wasn't sure if the Dreamers had any hidden abilities, so he had to at least ask.