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Reshiro Viraka

"There are limits to what I will do to reach my goals."

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

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“A team of people is a body. It is just on a more complex level.”





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Full Name:
Reshiro Chilliper Viraka

Nickname:
Reshiro

Age:
19 Years

Gender:
Male

Brief Physical Description:
Reshiro is five feet eleven inches in height and weighs one hundred and forty pounds. His hair is grey in color that seems to shift in hue with the light; in bright light it is paler and in dim light it is darker. Like his hair, his eyes are grey in color. In his right eye instead of a pupil he has his regiment’s symbol (his eye still works normally and see picture below for the symbol). Naturally fair, his skin is nevertheless tanned by work outdoors. His ears are pierced and he wears earrings made out of bear claws. He has a fair amount of scars, being first a farm boy and then a soldier, the most notable being a couple inch long one on his right arm. For clothing he typically wears light armor and loose, comfortable clothing underneath.












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Personality:
Honest || Compassionate || Stubborn || Gullible
Determined to do the right thing, Reshiro has a strong sense of morals and serves what he considers the greater good. He usually puts others before himself and has a trusting nature, at times even too trusting. He is one to try to include everyone in the group, even if he personally doesn’t like everyone. For him everyone has their strengths, and it is easier to reach goals if you take advantage of everyone’s strengths. While he is not one to praise another, he will do favors for and try to spend time with those he respects.

He can seem a bit snobbish at times because of his insistence on doing the right thing, and the right thing by his standards. Because he had lived with people who have had the same standards as he had for years, he forgets that there are other ways of looking at the world. When he catches himself doing this and remembers that not everyone is from the same walk of life he tends to be much more open with his viewpoints. He is one to think ahead and think strategically when working towards goals. He realizes that it is easier to get something done when there are multiple people working at a job, and he can be intent on getting to know the people who he works with so he can assign them to the jobs that he thinks they will do well at.






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History:
Reshiro was born on a farm in the nation of Pellidar. Like every child in every law-abiding Pellidarian family when he was seven years old he was brought to the local government house and his natural magic was cut from him. Like most children he survived the cutting but unlike with most children the nagging, empty feeling did not go away after the first few weeks as was usual. As he lived on a farm he had plenty of work to keep him distracted from that feeling of absence, that indescribable feeling of something gone, but it never quite disappeared. Yes, he knew that everyone except the lucky few got their magic cut to power the Kanth Stones, so he was normal, but he couldn’t adjust to living without that natural part of him. He never told his family, because he never linked the feeling to having been cut. He suspected, yes, but he wasn’t sure. It was strange, too, for one to not recover from being cut, and he didn’t want to seem abnormal.

Reshiro joined the Pellidar army at the age of fifteen. He decided he didn’t want to live his life as a farmer. Something also caught his eye: people were being recruited for a new type of regiment. They would be given magic again. Wanting to try to fill the void he had been feeling for years, Reshiro signed up for the special regiment. He found out after he signed up that the difference treatment of this regiment was different than others in more than the gaining of magic, but he didn’t care.

He was accepted into the regiment along with twenty four other people. They were brought to the Sage Mages, the heads of the Pellidarian government. The Mages exposed the new regiment to the Kanth Stones and used the power within the stones to rewrite them. They were given a strong sense of morals and want to help others and their ability to lie was taken away. They were each given magic of a sort as well. In Reshiro’s case this magic was both the ability to rapidly heal from wounds and exceptionally good endurance. When put to the test Reshiro found he could comfortably run nonstop for five days without food, water, or sleep. His healing capabilities worked best when he ate and slept like a normal person, so he did so when he can. Likewise, Reshiro had longer endurance when he didn’t have to heal from an injury.

Together the new regiment named themselves the Kathalan Regiment and decided on a symbol to represent them. The Mages made it so they had this symbol in their right eyes instead of their pupils. Thus the Kathalan regiment trained together and fought highwaymen and thieves and such. Then a country called Inglade invaded Pellidar. Inglade did not have the same practice of cutting magic from its people that Pellidar did. Thus, while Pellidar had a few extremely powerful mages, Inglade had hundreds, if not thousands, of relatively weak ones.

The Mages sent the Kathalan Regiment on a mission to seek help from other countries. They were pursued by Inglade soldiers, however, and they were eventually attacked. They were quickly overpowered. Some of the Kathalan regiment were taken prisoner, others were killed. Reshiro was left for dead. In fact, he was near dead, but his healing capabilities saved him. The lone man left for his mission, he continued on, hoping to find a people who were willing to ally themselves with Pellidar.

So begins...

Reshiro Viraka's Story

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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Mary C. Adler Character Portrait: Rui Yorugen Character Portrait: Cerin Mistral Character Portrait: Arin Desmond Character Portrait: Francine Davis Character Portrait: Reshiro Viraka Character Portrait: Ellis Flinch Character Portrait: Abraham Mantilla
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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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Grey bled through the door like a glass silhouette reflecting the values of light seeping through the windows. His low voice reverberated through her bones, nudging old memories awake. Rui was oblivious to the words rumbling past his lips as she stared at him, through him and into the sticky remnants of a past life. How many years had it been since she was exiled from Atlantis? How many more since the knight before her knelt beside his brothers before King Toriton?

The years flailed, trapped in the fog of her mind like flies in a pool of molten caramel. Memories of the shredded individual came in pieces, and then all at once. She saw the glass dome of the throne room stretch above his head, fragmenting the brilliant light that bled through the transparent castle, a structure forged of crystals and gems, and not a single nail. Blood stained his uniform now, but then it had gleamed, pressed and pristine. How she had marvelled at the sword pressed against his side, the strange and beautiful tattoo etched into one eye and the knowing that seemed to roll from his skin in tides. Princess Akarui had yearned to stumble after the knights when they left, but her feet remained frozen beside her father's throne. Like her memories, Rui was an insect ensconced.

A scream tore through the thin veil of tranquility, slicing across the distance like a dagger into Rui's head. Her palms found her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut, begging the voices to grant her silence. A stampede of morbidly curious mortals rushed towards the doors, their bodies playing ball with her own. Rui's small frame was jostled about as she was carried by the wave of nurses, patients and visitors out the door. Panic curled its fingers around her throat, squeezing reason from her lungs.

"What's happening?" she asked her thoughts, but it was the woman beside her who answered.

"Pickpocket got 'imself caught by a nasty one!" the woman said quickly. "Bleedin' everywhere!"

A small crowd had already gathered around the source of the commotion and Rui's body tipped forward as she was pushed to the front of the crooked circle. Needles burst from her palms and knees and she slid across the rough pavement, leaving a trail of blood and skin in her wake. Rui gave the pain a terse nod as she scrambled to her feet, clutching her raw elbows. She glanced over her right shoulder first, silently admonishing her own teasing shadow for tripping her feet.

When Rui turned, she was met with her own reflection gleaming on the smooth polish of the sword's face. Her aquamarine eyes were stretched wide enough for her lashes to brush her brow bone and her lips were parted in surprise. Hair the hue of eggplants in the sun fell in wild strands across her face as her head jerked from the sword's pommel to the blade's wicked point, before lurching towards the trembling figure whose neck was encased in a hard fist. Her wide gaze followed the coiled muscles as far as the elbow before rage dyed her vision red.

She saw her eldest brother, blood curling at the edges of his sword before sinking into Raiden's vacant gaze as her feet brought her forward. Fury electrified her bones as her blood simmered beneath her skin. Lightning pierced the sky overhead, the static lifting a fiery halo around her head. She daggered the towering figure with her stare, venom stinging her throat as they struggled to drag their spindly bodies across her tongue.

Rui's skin barely grazed the large hand that gripped the boy's throat, a sizzle of light glancing across his knuckles from the tips of her fingers, before she jerked back, eyes wide with horror. She parted her lips, let him go ready in her mind even as her lips formed other reluctant syllables. Her lips pressed shut, opened, shut again. How could she twist the truth so it became a lie? How would she stop him?

Naughty girl, the curse hissed, gnawing at the veins linking her eyeballs to her brain. No cheating. Her shoulders curled inwards as she struggled to remain upright even as the monsters wrapped their limbs around back, embedding their claws in her flesh.

"That was just a drill," Rui blurted, her migraine retreating as she exhaled the lie. She nearly sighed with relief as the beasts fell off her back. "We're teaching civilians how to spot thieves and defend themselves against pickpockets."

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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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Reshiro stood, stunned, as the blonde haired girl offered him and others a place to stay at her house. She had no idea who he was and the people had already established he had a frightening appearance, so he was shocked that she had so blithely said that he could come to her house. He would have done nothing to harm her, of course, but she couldn't have known that. Yet the trust was gratifying. Reshiro trusted people easily, and it felt good to be trusted with such ease in return.

To add on to the kindness of these strangers another one of the people, a black haired girl, gave Reshiro a roll. A grin lighting up his face, he thanked her and wolfed it down. Ahh, it was so much better than the hardtack and dried meat he had been living on. His esteem for these people was steadily rising.

Then a scream rent the air. The little girl, the cheery blonde, the blue haired healer, and the roll-giving girl rushed outside one after the other. By the shock on their faces Reshiro judged that this was not normal. He swallowed the last of the roll and went outside after them.

He arrived to a mess. A white haired man stood coldly strangling a boy and a man lay crumpled over on the side, bleeding profusely. Listening to the crowd's chatter brought Reshiro up to date. What kind of sick weirdo was the white haired man? The crime was taken care of! By this point the thief was likely scared enough stop pick pocketing. It wasn't necessary to kill him! There were other forms of punishment that didn't involve taking a life. And the victim who had tried to stop the white haired man!

The movement of the black haired girl swinging her metal club at the white haired man caught his eye. The white haired man lifted the thief's limp body to shield the blow. Without a thought Reshiro dove in front of the club's path. Pain jarred his back, but he ignored it. He had survived far worse.

"Please get back," he said to the club-wielding girl. He backed away from the white haired man and drew his sword from its sheath on his back, but kept it low in what he hoped was a non-threatening position. He didn't want to aggravate this volatile man, but he wanted his sword out so he could defend himself if need be.

"Sir, is it really necessary to kill both the boy and the man?" Reshiro addressed the white haired man. "There are other punishments for a thief, and the man was simply an innocent. Death eliminates the problem within people, but it also eliminates any good that they could do as well. Please reconsider what you are doing."

Even though Reshiro hoped the man would listen to his words, he was prepared to fight if need be. He figured he would be the weaker of the two if it came to a sword fight, but he couldn't back down. When he had been remade by the Mages and the Kanth Stones he had been redesigned to follow a certain set of morals. Even if he wanted to he wouldn't be able to go against them. Perhaps this made him blind to other points of view, but he couldn't think of living without them now since they were so integral to his being. The problem was, would the white haired man recognize the value of those morals?

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Things began to happen so fast that Arin barely had time to react to the at welding girl rush towards the swordsmen. She let out a shout, but it did nothing. Fearing the worst she clamped her eyes shut, unable to watch.

By the time she drew enough courage to open them the whole scene had changed. The bloddied boy was standing protectively in fount of the raven hair girl, sword drawn. Gasping she lurched forward and grabbed the boys arm that held the sword.

'Don't fight fire with fire...' She whispered to Reshiro before moving in front of him.

Hunched over she gazed at the white haired man. 'S-sir...If it's money you want I can give it. And if it's punishment.....' She took a large intake of air and straightened. 'May I take the boys place? Don't you think a better punishment would be to have him watch someone get hurt in his place? It, um...it'd stay with him his whole life I bet. The...the guilt I mean.'

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Cerin was jolted out of his shock to see that everything had changed. He had seen the events unfold in a blur, and was still processing that she was here...

Running over to the scene which had unfolded, he studied the layout. An odd knight-like figure stood over a boy wrapped in healing rings that Cerin recognized... then his mind blanked. Leaving him with naught but the action.

Stepping up next to the blonde and the petite redhead, he listened gravely. Apparently there were conflicting sides- many wanted to help the boy, where others were simply claiming it was a drill. Then, a black haired girl- One of the Dreamers, he remembered- strode up to the man and swung a bat. A boy leapt out of the crowd and intercepted the bat. He heard a sharp crack and hoped that no bones were broken.

Then the blonde next to him walked up to the man and nervously stuttered something, maybe a bribe? Or an offer? He put his hand on the girl's shoulder, the one that reminded him so much of his lost love. Knowing that this was going to be painful, he opened his mouth and uttered something he could regret instantly.

"Do... do I know you? You seem so familiar, and I cant remember anything, but you seem like a huge part of my memory, like some sort of void I cannot fill... Is that weird?"
Very eloquent there, Cerin.
he hissed mentally, hoping that he hadn't driven away a source of his past. A lifeline, it almost seemed- she was the only thing tying him back to life.

He only hoped he hadn't completely creeped her out.

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Looking back at the long haired girl, she didn't have any powers. Abraham sighed as he was trying to think of another way to do this. It wasn't long before the white haired man realized what was going on. It also didn't take him long to kill the wounded man. Abraham stared at the guy."Dammit! Why is he doing this?" He said to himself as we backed away slowly from now new corpse that lay in front of him. This wasn't fair. This shouldn't be happening. Not. here. Not to these innocent people. Sure, the little boy may have taken something from the man, but he doesn't deserve this treatment. No one does. Abraham was looking at the white haired man, knowing that he was coming for him. To his amazement though, the long haired Dreamer went in to attack the white haired man with her bat. Wide eyed Abraham exclaimed. "No! Wait! What are you doing?" He yelled as he saw her get closer. The white haired man pulled the boy up, as if he wanted the boy to meet with the girls' bat. "Hey look out!" Abraham yelled as if it were going to help this dire situation. Although out of no where, the guy from before that came in all tattered up ended up taking the blow. Oh it looked like it hurt, but he acted like it was nothing. Who is he? He thought as he let out a huge sigh of relief that the boy didn't get the impact. Although, he'd wished that the tattered man from before hadn't taken the hit either.

A paused happened. Letting everyone that was watching this spectacle happen be taken in. It was all happening so fast. Not long before the tattered man from before spoke up. He tried dealing with the white haired man. Reasoning the best he could. It didn't look like it was very effective though. The guy had a defensive stance. His hand was close to the handle of his sword. As if to anticipate a fight. Of course, Abraham didn't blame him. This guy was unpredictable. Not long had passed before the blonde hair from before cam chiming in. She mentioned money. She said she'd pay for the money the boy took. That her father had all the money he needed to pay him back. Then it clicked. Abraham knew she looked familiar. Her family was one of the richest around here. What's her name again? Arin is it? He thought it over a bit before coming to a conclusion that she is in deed Arin. Arin Desmond. Pretty girl she is. However she's pretty impulsive to always try and help people it seems. Arin then mentioned that she would take the death over the little boy. Stupid girl he thought. Can she realize that's not going to resolve anything? Abraham needed to act fast. He couldn't let this girl take the heat. She did nothing. "Hey! Don't be brash! We don't need you dying too. Back away he's too dangerous!" He pleaded. He couldn't let her die. It'd be horrible.He noticed the boy Dreamer take her by the arm and take a few steps back. Good. They need their distance. Now he needed to act. And he has a plan.

Abraham walked over to the long haired dreamer from before. Without going noticed he tapped her on her shoulder. "Hey! Shh Shh, keep it down. I have a plan that might work. And I'm going to need your help ok? He started. He explained that he was going to need her strength in order to pull this off. More of a diversion. He knew that the tattered man from before would be near by. Most likely to stop the long haired dreamer from getting hurt. Hopefully, it'll distract the long haired man long enough for Abraham to cast a protective barrier on the little boy. The barrier will not only protect the boy, but it'll also shock anyone that comes in contact with the barrier. It'll shock the white haired man's hand, and hopefully he'll release the boy. "So what do you think? You think you can help me?" He looked into her eyes pleading.

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Francine quickly stepped back once Reshiro went in front of her. Maybe she worsened the situation. In the process Arin, the one who had offered her home, started risking her own life. Fran had no idea what to do. Maybe she was useless, even worse.

Or was she? The healer asked her for help. It was similar to what she did before - recklessl acting. This time it was for distraction. Francine would cringe at the thought that she could have harmed the little boy because the white haired man was more skilled. Yet, the child was still alive, it didn't have any blade wounds yet. If nobody acted, the little thief would be dead.

"I'll do what I can." Fran whispered to Abraham.

Distraction for the white haired man. How could she pull this off without causing more harm? Abraham would need time to cast the barrier. Artos was fast and skilled. The others trying to stop her could get harmed too. However, Fran trusted Abraham's strategic skills.

Francine quietly went behind Artos, grabbed his wrists and started squeezing them, hoping she would weaken his grip, or at least distract him so she could win some time for the rest. Fran would be at least annoying enough to weaken Artos' focus. She tried to avoid causing needless violence as it could easily backfire. It was all a diversion.