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Carina Melinkov

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a character in “LifeLine”, as played by Critfail0

Description

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Location: DeMoore
Family Members: She has an adoptive mother who is a Rouge Warlock
Fae Weapon
Affiliation: Neutral
Carina is a relatively pretty girl, or at least her cover is. At a young age, she was taken in by a Rouge woman who has been using a weekly ritual to hide her Fae nature under an illusion. As a Fae, she has the appearance of having Woodland Fae heritage. She has smooth, green-tinted skin with light brown markings on her arms and face. She has wavy, hard-to-tame black hair that falls to around her waist and large golden eyes. However, with her human disguise, her eyes are toned down to a more natural shade of gold and her skin is rather pale. While she can perform magic, she hasn't used it in years ever since an incident caused the injury of a schoolfriend. She knows nothing of her own past or the Society, and frankly doesn't really care. All Carina wants is to be a normal human, nothing more. She attends a public school in DeMoore and is a member of the school choir.

So begins...

Carina Melinkov's Story

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The noise of the city was deafening as Carina walked down the street, a cacophony of shouting and car horns drifting to her ears. She paused at an intersection, lost in thought. If she turned left she could follow the street and relax at the somewhat quieter park as she usually did. The problem was that she felt...restless. Day after day was the same routine. She lived in such a big city but had seen so little of it, all she knew was the park, the school, and the shopping mall. She remembered sitting in her classroom while her teacher enthusiastically spouted "If you just take a look around, you'll never know what hidden gems you might find."

"Hidden gems, huh?" she muttered under her breath. She kept walking straight into relatively unfamiliar territory. Down this way there was supposedly a tavern where some interesting characters were known to hang out. She kept one hand on the cell phone in her pocket, ready to call 911, just in case she ran into any of these "characters".

(OOC Note: sorry for the wait guys, and sorry that the first post couldn't be a bit more exciting XD. I had been waiting a bit more to see if any new characters joined. This is basically going to be a pretty open rp, so I don't have a solid main plot yet, that will be decided as our characters interact. Also, I have answered questions in the OOC forum. )

The setting changes from DeMoore to Griffar

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Maybe this wasn't such a good idea....
Carina stood outside of the tavern, eying it suspiciously. The old red brick foundation contrasted harshly with the neon sign that shone so brightly that it hurt her eyes. From what she could tell from the outside, it was pretty dark inside, dim lights hanging from the ceiling to create an intimate atmosphere. As for the noise, well, she didn't even need to look inside to tell that it was crowded. She glanced warily at the bar once more, then at the darkening sky, and then at her phone. It was getting pretty late...
Carina was about to turn around and head back home when something stopped her in her tracks. It was a feeling like a gossamer cloak being draped across her skin, a feeling she would recognize anywhere.

"Magic." she murmured quietly to herself. It had been so long since she had felt that telltale sensation that meant that a magic-user was nearby, even in such a crowded city it seemed like people like her were pretty rare. Her mother had always told her to leave as soon as possible if she ever sensed magic nearby: she had always said it was too dangerous. All the more reason to leave, and yet Carina couldn't bring herself to move from that spot. She was overcome with yet another familiar but all too rare sensation: curiosity. She couldn't help but ask herself, "What if it's a fairy, like me?"
If she were to meet a fairy, maybe she could actually find out what the deal was with her powers, or why her mother seemed so afraid of Warlocks, or if fairies were really as rare as she had always been told.
All her life, Carina had always been content not to know these things. She had always told herself that she didn't really care anyways, but now that she had an opportunity to finally get some answers...well it couldn't really hurt could it?

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"Of course silly, I'm just famished. Though I might not be able to eat anything until after the performance... I get almost as nervous as you before I go on stage,"

Ah yes, the common affliction that is stage fright. It was an uncommon coincidence whenever he managed not to blurt out what he was thinking. He was the type of person who tended to think out loud. Often times this unfortunate tick of his would land him in sticky situations. One slight benefit was that it was one of the few times he would not stutter when he spoke. His stutter was nothing if not a psychological tangle in the conscious thought process. He stuttered more whenever he was stressed out or panicked but even at his calmest he still tripped over words with ease. It is only when he does not even realize he's talking does his stutter fail to appear.

"You know, I must say, you so look dashing in a suit." He felt somewhat emboldened by her compliment on his choice of clothes. "Thank you. You look g-great yourself." He returned the compliment as they prepared to venture out into the city.

They walked along in the streets, the pavement only a little cracked. There were a few clouds but not enough to hide the brilliant hues of the setting sun painted across the sky. He wasn't used to being out and about the city in such a casual manner. If he ever needed to go anywhere he would be sent in a limousine. His father didn't want to let him travel out of the house without a layer of bullet proof glass between him and the world. Now it was just him and Lizzy under the dizzyingly high sky above.


"I love how even though the sun isn't completely set yet...you can see the stars starting to peek through," He heard her mention prompting him to look up with her at the evanescent stars. "Ye-yeah... it's quite marvelous." He responded to her. His mind was already wandering to his studies, specifically the influences of the stars and their positions on magic. He lifted a finger, tracing astronomical diagrams in his mind.

It seemed too soon when they finally made it to the bar. The place was quite obviously busy as a result of the open microphone night. He felt mighty uncomfortable around such a crowd of people, almost as uncomfortable as he was back in the weapons market. As they were about to enter Lizzy hesitated in the doorway stalling to a halt. Some rude man pushed his way through, forcing them to move aside. "Yeesh, q-quite the nerve on some p-people." He remarked on the man that had slighted them.

"It looks like there are a lot of people in there tonight...maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." Lizzette voiced her doubts about their current venture. It seemed she was having a similar feeling as he did about the place. He understood an aspect of her shyness well. "We-well I-i don't really know what to s-say. There are a-a lot of p-people in there b-but you do like singing. I-if it makes you feel any b-better I'll b-be right alongside you whether you g-go in or not... You know because th-there's a lot of p-people in there... Sort of intimidating and such." He tried to comfort her to the best of his ability. Though clumsy as it was he hoped the idea that she wouldn't be alone in there would help. He knows having her along with him made him a lot bolder in general. If she wasn't he would of gone straight back into the apartment before any real length of time could pass.

Looking past her something caught a glimpse in his eye. A girl with eyes that were an unusual yellowish color, nothing that stood out too strongly but still odd was looking in their general direction. "How odd" He thought out loud, only noticing he was saying something seconds after it had been said.

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"We-well I-i don't really know what to s-say. There are a-a lot of p-people in there b-but you do like singing. I-if it makes you feel any b-better I'll b-be right alongside you whether you g-go in or not... You know because th-there's a lot of p-people in there... Sort of intimidating and such." Carmikael stuttered supportively, and though it seemed he was nervous too she immediatly felt better about him being there with her.

Though her stomach was still fluttering she flashed him a meek smile and leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you Carmikael," she said as she took him hand, ready to enter the bar. As she turned toward the door she was stopped dead in her tracks, a tingling sensation showered her from head to toe. This was not fear, or anticipation to enter the bar and sing. This was different, something she had only felt once before shortly after the bond was made between her and Carmikael. What she was feeling was the presence of magic...

Whipping her head around she gazed through the crowd, scanning the patrons entering and exiting the bar.
This feeling has stayed constant, not gotten weaker or stronger....whoever it is, isn't moving...I can only assume that they feel it to...

At this point her protective instincts kicked in and she took a step in front of Carmikael, eyes still searching. No one looked out of the ordinary, but with so many people in one place it was hard to deduce the source of the magic. It could be anyone, the group of girls smoking a few feet away, the taxi driver standing by the car waiting for a taker, or even the bouncer standing in front of the door.

Still clutching his hand she tightened her grip slightly and began moving toward the door. She was unsure of why she felt the need to get away from this person, she had no real reason to fear magic...however she knew that some Warlocks were no good...targeted other warlocks and their weapons... until she was sure they were safe, she had no intention of leaving Carmikael's side.
"Let's go inside, I don't feel right out here," she ushered his toward the door nervously. The bouncer took one look at Lizzy, smiled, and let them enter without any resistance. She had noticed this occurring more and more since she had made the bond. Though she had no idea what she was capable of now that his magic was flowing through her.

As they passed through the door and into the bar she began to relax, whoever was the source of the magic was not inside...yet...

She quickly signed her name on the open mic list and gave a dramatic sigh, "I really needed to get in here and sign up before I changed my mind," she lied, "Let's go get a good seat!"

Though she felt a little more relaxed now, she was still nervous about the source of the magic, and continued to keep watch at the door.

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Carina didn't really know anything about bar etiquette, she'd never so much as had a sip of alcohol and didn't really party. She fished around for her wallet, wondering if she'd need her I.D. She was only 18 and didn't even know if she was allowed to enter. It wasn't like she was there to actually drink anything, maybe she could say she was meeting a friend. With her drivers license clenched in one hand, she approached the bouncer, trying to look like she totally belonged there. She stood stiffly in front of him, waiting for him to say something. He made a half-grunting noise and waved her in, not even bothering to read the plastic card in her hand. Feeling a bit foolish, she tucked her license back into her wallet and took her first step inside.

Almost immediately she almost ran into a busy cocktail waitress. She hurried to apologize but the waitress was already gone. To avoid getting in the way of the people who actually knew what they were doing there, she squeezed to a back corner and leaned against a wall. Her golden eyes swept around the dim room, as if hoping that maybe the magic user would have some telltale sign of who they were, like weird eyes, or sparkles. However, the bar was so packed that a neon sign might not have even helped. It was then that something caught her eye: a piece of paper pinned to one of the walls. It read "Open Mic Sign-Up" in big, sloppy handwriting. A girl standing with what looked like her boyfriend was writing her name on it.

Carina loved singing, it's the reason that the only school activity she had joined was the school choir. Well, as long as she was here, she might as well. She smiled to herself and approached the list. Curiously, the closer she got, the stronger the magical presence grew.

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With a peck on the cheek she had taken him by the hand and led him towards the bar only to stop again. She searched inspectingly around the area, almost as if she was looking for something. "Let's go inside, I don't feel right out here."
She lead him into the bar, a sense of concerned caution rich in her actions.

"I really needed to get in here and sign up before I changed my mind." She excused her earlier anxiety.
"Let's go get a good seat!" He would be the last person to disagree with her on that.
"Alright! I think I see A-a good table over there. It's a B-booth that's not too far from th-the stage."
He pointed over at the table he was just speaking of.


Before they could set off he was stopped by a cold chill up his spine. The air in the bar had taken up a strange air since they came in and it had gotten more palpable since then. It was noticeable enough to give him a moment to pause and examine their surroundings. The yellowish eyes caught his eyes once again, the pair belonging to the same girl who was looking at them outside. Now it was more than just an odd coincidence.

It set off a few alarms inside his head, the ones which warn of a situation where someone is following him. It makes sense to be unnerved by such an idea, there's an entire phobia dedicated to the fear that someone is always watching the one afflicted with said phobia. In this case however this was no mere malfunction of the mind. This was most definitely fishy.

As the girl signed her name on the list he couldn't help himself. "Curiouser and Curiouser" He pondered her presence aloud since his mouth had a habit of saying exactly what his mind was thinking. If he were a bolder man he'd address
the girl directly. This was not the case as he led Lizzette away towards the table he spied, glancing over his shoulder
a couple times to discern whether the yellow eyed girl was still following them or not.

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AS they took their seats Lizzette could still feel the tingling through her skin... Whoever is was she had been feeling was inside the bar with them now. Helplessly she continues to scan the crowd, hoping that Carmikael wouldn't notice the fear she was feeling. Taking a moment to think on the situation however, she knew she had to say something to him now. It was no coincidence that she was feeling the magic outside the bar, and definitely no coincidence that it had followed them in.

With a hushed whisper she leaned in with a smile, giggling and resting her hand on his. If they were to appear normal in this world, she would have to at least act so. Though her face gave off all the signals of a flirting girl, her tone was nervous and protective, "Do you feel that? There is someone here, I think they are following us.... I felt it first outside, and whoever it is, they are inside with us as well...."

As they spoke a lanky boy had been on stage, bellowing his heart out with a long, sad love song. His set was drawing to a close, and the patrons were giving him curtosy claps as he left the stage with a bow. The mic-master approached to announce the next performance.

And now for our next performer....Oh what a lovely name she has, Miss Lizzette, Singing a song she calls "Summer Fly"

Lizzy was caught off gaurd momentarily, forgetting that she had signed up to sing. It seemed that they had only been in the bar for a short while, but atleast four acts must have gone on while they had been sitting there. A glass of white wine was in front of her she noticed, untouched.
I didn't order that... she thought, And Carmikael isn't old enough either... Her nerves were getting the best of her. It was probably just an admirer in the bar, it wouldn't be the first time a stranger ordered her a drink when she went out. Though, just to be sure, she left it untouched and put a smile on as she slid off the bar stool and gave the crowd a wave. Leaning in sh whispered into Carmikael's ear , "Stay safe, If anything happens, I am ready," and sauntered up on the stage.

The lights weren't too bright, so she could see all the people. They seemed normal, clapping as she waved, smiling and sipping on their drinks. However one set of eyes did catch her eye, they were yellow and looking right at her. Though having colored eyes in a city as eclectic as this wasn't strange, the feeling she got from them was. The power she felt intensified. This was the source of the magic.

The band's flute player started her off, playing the tune she had requested. Then the guitarist started, followed shortly by the violinist. Then she was up, and her voice filled the room as she stepped to the mic. As she sang she closed her eyes, and let the music move through her, letting the magic release. It was subtle, those who had no knowledge of magic wouldn't notice, simply feel happiness as their brains began releasing more dopamine. The crowd was getting a high off her voice. However, her aim was for one girl sitting in the crowd, I know what you are, she thought as she locked her eyes on her golden ones.
Just halfway through her song the crowd was in her trance, grinning widely, and swaying with her voice. She was sending them into a state of euphoria, giving them bliss. This was her power, with her voice she could do what she pleased, make people feel however she wanted. This was her warning. As she finished her song she blew kisses at the crowd, who broke out into cheers and applause. They had no idea they were simply under hypnosis, soon the affects would wear off. They would remember her song, but her name and face would ring no bells for them.
"Thank you!" she smiled as she stepped off the stage and back to her table. Even though she was worried about the other girl, she was having fun. As a show to all the guys in the crowd inquiring, some silently, others more forward about whether she was single or not, she placed her hand on Carmikael's once she reached the table.
No they weren't together, but a relationship was out of the question for her now. Especially with a normal person. Normal wasn't part of her life anymore. They didn't know that though, and admired Carmikael, recognizing him as quite a lucky fellow.

Leaning over to fawn pecking him on the cheek, she quickly whispered, "I found her."

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Carina had found it, the source of the magic. When she had went to sign her name on the list, that area of the bar had been fairly empty, except for a scattering of people and the couple that had signed up previously. She looked over every one nearby, but her eyes kept getting drawn back to that pair. Her suspicions were only confirmed when the boy shot her a nervous look and then led his partner away to a table. The feeling of magic diminished as they distanced themselves. Ok, step one complete, now what?

Carina weaved her way through the crowd, finding an open seat with view of the couple's table. She tried to look natural, which was difficult because she was alone at her table with no one to talk to, no drinks, and nothing to read. She found herself with nothing to do but to openly stare.

They were a bit of a mismatched couple; the girl was slim and pretty, with delicate feminine features and presumably dyed green hair, cut short to give her a youthful appearance, meanwhile, the boy was kind of tall and gawky, but well-groomed combined with glasses to give a studious look. Glasses Guy was visibly uncomfortable, while Green Girl seemed more relaxed, flirting and smiling. Carina couldn't help but notice that the smile looked somewhat strained though, as if she were worried about something. Actually, the more Carina watched, the more it seemed as if they were both on edge, perhaps a lovers quarrel?

And now for our next performer....Oh what a lovely name she has, Miss Lizzette, Singing a song she calls "Summer Fly"


Green Girl rose to her feet and went on to the stage. Her eyes swept back and forth over the crowd, as if searching for someone, and then locked onto Carinas with a startling intensity. She looked almost...hostile, although Carina couldn't think of what she could've done to anger this girl. Had she caught her staring and been offended? She didn't have much time to dwell on that however, because then the girl began to sing. Almost immediately, Carina felt the small flow of magic trickling into the girls words and began to panic, thinking she was being cursed. She frantically searched through her mind, trying to remember how to throw up a protection spell. However, by the time she had managed to shield herself, the music had already managed to drag her into a happy haze, making her thoughts sluggish. She darted her eyes to the side, trying to see if the music had had any negative effects on the normal people. They were all swaying to the rhythm of the song, dopey grins and glazed expressions on each of their faces. Creepy, but nothing deadly. She became aware that she was swaying as well and shook herself out of it just as the song ended. The girl went back to her table, all smiles as if nothing had happened. Carina got to her feet, she needed to talk to that girl...

And for our next perfomance, it looks like we have a newcomer. Give a warm welcome to Miss Carina Melinkov who will be singing Drops of Jupiter!

Damn, Carina had forgotten that she had signed up to sing. She just hoped that she could finish this up quickly and that the couple wouldn't leave. She went up on stage, faking confidence and beaming at the audience. She launched into the song and quickly got lost in the lyrics. She closed her eyes, putting all her focus on hitting the notes with the proper sound and emotion. Carina knew that she probably hadn't picked the most original song, but she was genuinely enjoying herself. As she rang out the last few notes, she opened her eyes to gauge the audiences reaction. Judging by their facial expressions and light applause, they seemed to have liked it. Only as she reached her table did she remember her initial objective: find the couple and talk to them.

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"Do you feel that? There is someone here, I think they are following us.... I felt it first outside, and whoever it is, they are inside with us as well...." Lizzette warned of the stranger he had already spotted. Unlike her he wasn't so much afraid of the girl as he was curious. He could only wonder what she could be as he was not about to approach her and ask right out in the middle of a busy bar. They both had sat down at the table he had spied back at the list. She was not as calm as he was despite the fact that the fine guise she put on made her look calmer than him.

"And now for our next performer....Oh what a lovely name she has, Miss Lizzette, Singing a song she calls "Summer Fly"

The man called up the next singer, his good friend the next to sing her song. "Stay safe. If anything happens I am ready." Despite the fact she was heading up to do what she loved to do she still spoke in hushed tones, behaving in a very conspirative manner.


She stepped up onto the stage and with only slight preparation the band was ready to play, Lizzette at the lead with her microphone. The instruments were nice, a decent job from the flutist and the guitar was quite nice. The moment she started to sing and he already knew what was going on. Lizzette was using her magic on the crowd, entrancing them with her song. His mind slipping from the confines of it's own head space, he sighed and placed his palm upon his face, effectively face-palming.

He wasn't palming his face because of the song itself or even her singing. He found her voice a dreamlike melody to listen to even without the magic. It was the fact that she was using her magic right in front of a whole crowd of people. He understood her power was quite subtle but if history ever taught him anything it's that it was rarely the obvious mistake which brings about most great people's fall. There's even a word for it: Hubris.

Alas, the face-palm was brief. Besides the slight sense that she was flaunting her power he got into the groove of it, enjoying the sweet sounds of Lizzette's wonderful tones. Her magic obviously didn't affect him like it did the rest of the crowd but he enjoyed listening to it as much as the others. As her song came to an end he applauded for her. She returned from her stage and joined his table once again.


Almost as if in response to the potential suitors in the crowd she had placed her hand on his. The soft, delicate touch of her hands on his own brought about a higher heart rate. He could start to feel the heart in his chest like a bird two sizes too big for it's cage. His head felt considerably light and warm as well. A doctor might diagnose him with a serious case of love sickness, the only cure being the metaphorical hair of the dog that bit him. She leaned in and he was almost a ripe apple, the anticipation bringing a flush color to his cheeks. "I found her." And right back to the spy drama she went spiraling. "Yes. That I can see." He was looking back on over to the gold eyed girl. She wasn't doing much else but looking back at him, making her stand out more than a little.

"And for our next performance, it looks like we have a newcomer. Give a warm welcome to Miss Carina Melinkov who will be singing Drops of Jupiter!"

The announcer directed his attention to the strange new girl. "Carina Melinkov... Hm..." He quietly spoke his mind's words without much thought while the girl had luckily been busy getting up onto the stage which had taken her attention off of him.

This girls song was also good. Not quite as good as Lizzette but still an impressive show. As she weaves her tune he keeps his attention on her almost the entire way through. He never lost sight of her as she had made her way back to her desk, watching but not too obviously either as he had already been blending into the environment, wearing the air of casual pleasantness as a social chameleon would. Knowing the unusual girl over at the empty table was interested in them he imagined she might try and talk with them in the middle of a crowded room full of ordinary people about matters pertaining to a subject not fit for public ears. He needed to move them all somewhere else without showing his hand to potential listeners.


He motioned to their waitress as she was just on her way down the row of customers. Before she arrived at their table he brought his hands just below the table. Strapped to his left arm just halfway up his forearm was a magical item taken from a warlock who had been judged guilty and swiftly executed by one of Carmikael's ancestors. The name of the spell enchanted upon this thin metal case was The Bottomless Satchel of Crassus, magic supposedly created by Crassus himself as a means to keep his wealth with him at all times. The spell leaves a small portal just large enough for an arm to fit open at the bottom of the container which connects it with a designated room that the caster can place items in for future retrieval. Despite the size limit the magical container is extremely valuable for carrying a number of small items which wouldn't normally fit on one's person.

He was quite practiced in slight of hand because of this. His father taught him all sorts of tricks which would mask his motions and insisted he practiced them until every movement he made was hard to follow by instinct. It was long and difficult as any training under his father was but by the end he was as skilled as a masterful stage magician at deceiving the eyes of his audience. The fruits of his labors proved themselves as his hands were only below the table for a mere second before coming back up with an elegantly embroidered handkerchief, a small piece of paper and a very expensive black pen. To anyone unknowing of the deception it would of appeared as though he had those items on him since they came in.

His writing was like lightning, his hand across the paper in what almost seemed to be a single stroke. In the paper he had written little else but an address. The location he had transcribed was to an area he knew would be safe for them to talk openly, a private park owned by a warlock which would shut it's gates to all at night. All except warlocks of course. It was sort of a magic testing ground for those who need the open air and space but don't wish to be seen by ordinary folk taking late night walks and such.


His message was neatly folded into the handkerchief, effectively concealing it. The pen disappeared back up his sleeve like a hidden ace as the waitress finally arrived at their table. "A-ah, waitress if I may ask a favor of you a friend of m-mine over there had d-dropped her handkerchief. I-i'd return it myself but I d-dont want to let my girlfriend here think I'm flirting with the girl. Would you b-be so kind as to help?" He Had leaned in somewhat close so that Lizzette wouldn't hear them talking over the ambient noise of the bar. He had no intention of keeping her in the dark but his story wouldn't sell if he told the waitress all that openly.

"Alright hon. I'll just take that from 'ya." The waitress answered back, rolling her eyes at his stuttering before taking the handkerchief and thus the note secured within from the table. She departed from their table, on her way to drop his hidden message off at the golden eyed girl's table. With the message to be delivered he turned his eyes back from the girl to his lovely friend sitting by him. "Do relax. I b-believe I have everything handled. Unless something were to g-go awry we need only enjoy our time here. Our n-new acquaintance shall be meeting us in a more opportune environment." He filled Lizzette in on his plan. He hoped this would put her at ease, at least for a little while. Until they were to meet with the stranger there was little else to do but relax anyways.

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Carina had been about to make a move to approach the couple when Glasses Guy called over a waiter, pulled a pen, paper, and napkin seemingly out of nowhere and scribbled something on the paper. Glasses folded the paper slip into the napkin and discreetly handed the napkin to the waitress while Green Girl wasn't looking and gestured vaguely towards her table. Carina narrowed her eyes in suspicious as the waitress approached her. The waitress stood in front of her, smirking as if she knew some secret that Carina didn't. "Your little friend over there-" she jerked her thumb backwards to point over her shoulder at Glasses Guy, "says you dropped this."

The waitress held out the napkin that she had been handed and winked at her as if something scandalous was transpiring. Carina smiled and thanked the waitress, tentatively taking the napkin. She waited until the waitress was gone and carefully unfolded the napkin, revealing the tiny slip of paper. She had to admire the boy's penmanship, it looked like Jane Austen had wrote it. She wondered if he was a high-class kid, maybe a student at the Avalia Academy...

"Stop admiring his handwriting for goodness sake and actually read the paper!" she scolded herself. Only a few words were written, an address from the looks of it. She puzzled over why the heck he had sent this to her. Did he want to meet with her there? If so then it confirmed her suspicions that they had caught her watching. Even though she had initially been the one acting shady and staring at them, she wondered whether she should go. She had gotten some borderline hostile vibes from the girl and didn't know if anyone could help her if trouble arose. Carina bit her lower lip nervously, mulling it over. If all else failed, she had her magic to defend her and she was naturally much lighter on her feet than most people. Although she still had some misgivings, she made direct eye contact with Glasses Guy, nodded, and then headed for the door. She looked up the address on her smartphone, finding out that it directed her to some park she had never visited. However, it was close by and was a short walk. About ten minutes later and she was standing outside the gates. They were closed.

She glanced at her phone, wondering if this was the right address. Her phone confirmed that, yes, it was. Carina walked tentatively to the gates, pressing her hand against it to see if it would open. They remained firmly closed, yet at the moment she took her hand away and was about to leave, the heavy iron gates swung inwards propelled by some invisible force. As she entered, they swung shut behind her. "Great." she muttered under her breath. "This isn't suspicious at all."

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Carmikael didn't seem as worried as she was, and suddenly she felt quite silly about how she was acting. Just as she was about to stand to approach the girl, the announcer called the next name. She watched as the golden-eyes girl rose and approached the stage. Suddenly she felt a pang of superiority, So she is going to try and show me up then? I'd like to see her follow that performance...
To her surprise the girl sang quite well, and even without the influence of music she enjoyed the performance. As she finished she gave Carina, as the announcer had said, a heartfelt applause. It seemed that she wasn't there to follow them after all, but just another person enjoying the evening. Waving her hand she motioned to the bartender who approached with a grin after looking her over. With a coy smile she used her charm on him, running her fingertips across the rim of the wine glass in front of her.
"Hi there, I don't know who sent this to me...but I don't drink anything I haven't had my eye on at all time..."
"Understandable," he said as he removed the glass, "Can I get you anything to replace it?"
" I would love a glass of Mascato... if you don't mind," she responded with a wink. Under her trance he complied, pouring her a glass and sliding it over, "On the house miss." Without asking for ID he walked away, dopy grin on his face.
She knew her ability to manipulate people so easily was because of her magic, but it happened even when she wasn't even trying to cast her charm. It came in handy quite often, especially in situations where people see something they shouldn't. Her ability got her out a few sticky situations.

As she sipped on her drink she gazed over at Carmikael who was handing a waitress one his elegant handkerchiefs. Curiously she waited until the girl left to raise her brows at him. He explained that he invited the girl to meet them at the park, where the could talk without putting their identities as magic-users at risk. He was always intelligent that way, thinking ahead. She felt foolish for the trick she pulled on stage.

After a short while the girl rose and left the bar and Lizzy looked over at Carmikael. Taking the final swig from her glass she pulled out her wallet and placed her payment on the table, placing the empty glass on top and motioning to the bartender that she was finished.
Rising from her seat she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned over, "I'm going to powder my nose before we go," and gave him a warm smile. Though this night had not turned out as normal as she had hoped, she was still enjoying herself with Carmikael. Though he could be awkward at times, she couldn't ask for a kinder Warlock. Being with him came easy to her. He is a true gentleman, and it doesn't hurt that he is cute in a book worm kind of way...
Pushing open the restroom door she placed her bag on the counter and began applying another layer of gloss, puckering her lips and blowing her reflection a kiss. I hope I haven't left any marks on his cheeks... she worried, realizing how often she kissed him.
I wonder how he would react if I really kissed him... she thought with a smile. Though she was forward with their friendship, she would never cross that line. He was her Warlock, and she was contracted to protect him... She read one of his books once, skimmed the pages. What caught her eye was a chapter on inter Weapon-Warlock romance, and how often times it ended badly. When those lines were crossed, and emotions got in the way, magic became more unpredictable. He seemed to take everything he studied to heart... and though it disappointed her, she was sure that he would never cross that line either.

Returning to the table she slid back into her seat, "Shall we follow now?" She couldn't help but gaze into his eyes as she spoke, batting her eyelashes at him playfully. Just because a book said it was a bad idea, didn't mean it couldn't happen... one day.

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He didn't want to cast a shadow of seriousness over their evening but it was a tad trying not to worry. When Lizzette got a drink on the house it only made the influence of her magic all that more obvious. Or perhaps it was just him being paranoid? After all, no one would notice the influence of this subtle magic without a reason to look for it in the first place. Knowing of what she was doing he knew that she was charming them but how was he to know just what normal people would see of it? Even he realized that even considering the need to remain unnoticed by mortals he was probably just acting out of paranoia.

After Lizzette returned from where she went for a brief period he looked into her eyes. Though he might of been wary he felt it was for the best. Looking at her like he did he wanted little else than to protect her from he knew of the world. Such a sweet girl, so kind and fun too. She breathed life into his rather sheltered life, coaxing him out of his routine to do interesting activities. He knew that without her he wouldn't be here right now, drinking in the atmosphere in good company. "Company..." He said just under his breath, the thought spurring a search for the memory of something which was pertinent to his situation not too long ago.

"Shall we follow now?"

That was it! The golden eyed girl who had left after reading his message which was not too long ago. "A-ah yes! C-capital idea Lizzette. I'll pay for the evening a-and we can be on our way." He agreed with her notion. Reaching into his regular wallet, finely woven with his family initials sewn in with golden thread, he pulled out enough money to cover the sum of their expenses there plus a fairly good tip as well as the cost for her supposedly 'free' drinks which really weren't. When the spell over the people wore off he wanted there to be no loose threads for anyone to pull. Should another warlock happen to seek harm upon them both it would make his/her job easier when the people who they meet are left with a less than favorable impression. He had heard from his father once that sometimes a bartender or a janitor was the only informant an enforcer needed.


It was a relatively short walk to the park they were going to meet their mystery guest at. They took long enough that the girl could sweep the area to ensure there were no traps yet not long enough to set up a proper one herself. In addition the area was fairly open behind the gates. There would not be many places to hide if she was planning on jumping them on arrival.
Of course just thinking about the possibility that they might be assailed had put Carmikael a bit on edge. He didn't suspect the girl of being too much of a threat but appearances were always deceptive when warlocks were involved.

The gates silently opened as they approached, not a single squeak from the well kept metal entrance to this fine gathering point. The finely polished bars featured all along the walls of the entire park, quite the job indeed. It's true patrons typically demand high quality for the money they throw into these little slices of the city they keep to themselves. By day a warm and friendly park where people can all gather and enjoy themselves.
By night a dark and secluded ground where warlocks practice their dark arts in the moonlight.
One could say this park had two personalities, both as different from each other as night and day.

There their golden eyed friend stood, waiting for them as he'd expected. Truth be told he was relieved to see her as opposed to finding her after she's pounced on them from one of the few bushes or out from behind a tree. "G-greetings. A-as you might of seen we are alone here, no t-tricks or traps of any sort. Seeing as you've b-been quite interested in us for some time I take it you wished to speak away from p-prying eyes. Shall we g-get introductions out of the way or is it straight t-to business?"
He had his hands out open, palms facing up in a rather non-threatening manner. Though his hands showed a more trusting and welcoming approach his posture was a bit tense, still wary of their new acquaintance. His face displayed an emotion of curiosity more than anything else. It was a genuine expression, his curiosity shining through all other emotions at that time.

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It was a fairly short walk to the park they had agreed to meet at. Lizzy had been there only a couple of times before, to train with Carmikael. By day it is filled with people some playing with their kids, others walking their dogs o jogging. To the untrained eye it looks like a simple, normal park. However, when night fall and the gates shut as the sun goes down, it becomes a haven for those with magical talent.
As they approach the gate she feels on edge, the golden eyed girl isnt far. Now that Lizzy has sensed her once, she can feel her magic as they move closer, ebbing from behind the gates. Placing her hand on the door she feels it move to allow their entrance, and steps through with Carmikael.
AS sensed, she is there, waiting for the two of them. Lizzy eyes her once more. Though she has yet to do battle with another Warlock before, she knows it is her duty to protect her own, knowing that one day she may have to lay her life down for Carmikael if need be. She hoped today would not be that day.
Carmikael stepped up, reaching out to greet her. Lizzy simply crossed her arms over her chest, glaring intently at her, waiting for her to make the first move.

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