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Masks of the Soul

Masks of the Soul

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The Grace Stone... Masks that change their personality... Tied by these two factors, the members of the Masked and Itex have to find out more about the city around them.

7,955 readers have visited Masks of the Soul since Cienpher created it.

Alasund, and Nivosity are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

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Throme - a bustling capital city. A metropolis famous for its stunning lights and higher education. An urban paradise some call it, with at least one thing that appeals to everyone. A melting pot of cultures all set melded into one society. However, beneath the world of glamour and prosperity, of hope and dreams... there is a darker secret. The beauty of the city is merely a mask. Scattered throughout the city are the agents of a dark organization that goes by the name of Itex. Hidden from the eyes of the general public... their power extends far beyond the streets of Throme... but here, in this grand city is where they thrive. Their base.

Who are they? What are their purpose?

There is a small group of people that wants to find out.

Well before that, let me tell you a little story. Once upon a time, there was a strange object called the Grace Stone. It was one of those strange things that never came into existence - it was always there. How it came to be is unimportant... what mattered was that it did exist. It was a peculiar object, the size of a small orange, and a very boring gray in hue. One might have thought it a simple rounded stone... but of course, the Grace Stone was far more than that. In its whole, smooth and polished form, it could grant a person's most heartfelt wish. After its job was done, it would shatter - crack and disperse into hundreds of tiny fragments, and scatter throughout the world. That is the not at all well-known legend of the Grace Stone...

However, there was one person who heard of it, and they had ambitions so great, they sought to complete the fragmented Grace Stone... and thus, we are here today.

Ah, but that's not all to the tale now... we still have the Masks to discuss. Like the Grace Stone, t'is not why or how that is important... simply that it is. In modern times, there are many who are unsatisfied with who they are. The image of themselves differ from who they want to be. They want to hide their true self, shy away from it... don the mask of someone else. Now, how they are chosen, no one knows, but a rare few have their wish granted. They come into contact with a Mask, a manifestation of that character they wish to be. Should they happen to don the mask, they will find their own personality overwhelmed, overridden, and become a new person. Should they happen to utter those words that echo in their head... they will find themselves completely, and utterly transformed. Abilities, both unrealistic as they are wonderful, are granted to these new forms. The mask not only creates a new personality... it creates a new being. The Person and the Mask, two completely different entities merged into one body...

Now, how are these two tales related? Well, I'm not at all that sure, but for sure, they are connected in some manner... otherwise the present wouldn't be quite so muddled.



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On a date lost through the mists of time, but not all that far behind the present, the one person developed a true mask and discovered how to use it. Soon after this that they learned of the legend of the Grace Stone, and how long ago it was shattered... and how the whole stone was said to grant a wish. Somehow this person managed to get a hold of a rather large fragment of this stone, and upon realizing its existence, founded this dark organization known as Itex. Maddened with power and pursuit of their demented dreams, the Founder sought others who shared knowledge of such, and learned of two other people who, over time, were deemed The Emperor and The Sun. Both possessed a true mask of their own.

After gathering supporters, through the abilities granted to The Sun by their mask, the Founder created various 'false' masks for the newer recruits of Itex. By breaking the single shard they possessed into several smaller pieces, Itex learned to use the Grace Stone's special properties for its own purposes... false masks only being the start of it. Using that single shard, the organization was able to find more shards and eliminate those who opposed them with ease. The organization is ruthless and cold, and they use any means necessary to collect the fragments. However, there are some obstacles that are not so easily removed...

Such as an irritating group called the Masked.

There was once a man called Arthur Torrings. He became principal of Cenriel Academy, a well known private school offering education to grades six to twelve. The campus consisted of a main senior high building, a junior high building, a gymnasium, a music building, a soccer field, a swimming pool, and the gardens. Yes, it is a rather beautiful and expensive school to attend, but he enjoyed being a part of its community. A year passed in peace, and Torrings was well accepted as the principal. However, there was an incident. One of his students was attacked by a masked Itex agent. It turned out that the boy owned a fragment of the Grace Stone, which had ended up in his hands by pure circumstance alone. Through this, Torrings opened his eyes and saw that students in Cenriel Academy owned masks... a small few, but still some. Realizing that something had to be done, he gathered these students into a small group, a student council in guise, but here he taught the young owners of the true masks - and the Grace Stone fragment owner, of Itex and the masks. However, Torrings never revealed how he knew of such things. He called this group the Masked, although they were presented as the student council to everyone else.

One day, Torrings suddenly resigned from his position as head of school. An unknowing but professional substitute was quickly found. However, finding his sudden resignation strange, the Masked decided to find visit him... to find that he had been attacked. Although bleeding profusely from a wound at his stomach, the former head of school managed to call a mask of his own, and used his last words to bestow it upon the boy with the Grace Stone fragment. Before any explanations could be given, he passed away.

These students' lives were never to be the same again.



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... Or in simpler terms, our plot is about the Grace Stone, Itex, and this small group called The Masked. It will mainly focus on the lower ranks of Itex and the lives of the Masked as they go through their interactions. There will be times of tension, when agents of Itex and the Masked confront each other, and times of peace as they go about a normal Throme lifestyle.

Unlike some other roleplays, in here, the roleplayers will learn several things along with the players - after all, who exactly are the higher rankings of Itex? What relation did Arthur Torrings have with the organization? How far does their power reach? Where are these fragments of the Grace Stone now?

What will happen?

You will find out as your character does, and hopefully experience similar emotions along the way and get the most out of the roleplay experience. There are many directions to go - you could aim for the Grace Stone or aim to take down Itex. Whatever you do, the story will be greatly affected.

This roleplay starts about a year after the death of Arthur Torrings. The four members of the Masked have now been facing off with the lower Itex agents for a good nine or so months. In this time, they were approached by a woman called Liesel Moringmer who claimed to be one of the remaining anti-Itex members, the same as Torrings. She assists them in their battle against Itex... and it is now a week into the new school year. The autumn air is crisp and cold.

Note, that along with the struggles against this wide-spread organization, The Masked really do have to take care of all student council duties, including class budgeting, organizing school events, enforcing consequences, and more... ah, what a stressful life. They are not exempt from testing or classes either. One special privilege the 'student council' receives would be exclusive access to the greenhouse in the garden. It's a lovely place for tea, with perfect temperature in all seasons.

Ah, but then there's a new student, and they have a mask as well. This person is to be accepted into the 'student council' as well, or Itex might get to them first. The Masked have a position all ready for them, The Joker. They know nothing of this new student's mask, but they cannot afford to let any more innocents fall under Itex's influence. Already, others have fallen victim to the Itex's promise of granting their most heartfelt wish should the Itex succeed in gathering up the fragments of the Grace Stone... the Masked cannot allow this to happen to The Joker...

PLEASE NOTE: THE PLACES TAB WILL BE USED. FOR THE SAKE OF PLOT AND KEEPING THINGS COHERENT, WE INSIST THAT YOU POST IN THE PROPER PLACES.


This is because with Itex and the Masked having access to different information, it will be discordant and confusing if we have everything posted in one place. Thus, we have decided that it would make sense to use the places tab that we have available. It will be less confusing if we actually click the place we are in, and see all the posts posted in that area. In that way, Itex and the Masked can have seperate encounters without muddling the plot.



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The city of Throme is an ever-exciting place to live. The streets are always teeming with activity, and there is rarely an idle day for any of its citizens. There are more peaceful suburban areas near the outskirts of the city, but the heart of it is an urban paradise. In the shopping district, the greatest fashions and styles line the streets. Clothes, electronics, everything is modern and stylish. The ever-famous Damon Ito, Throme's own international star, frequents the billboards and advertisements in not only the shopping district, all throughout the city. It is said that he'll be performing in a musical later this year. This youthful star's face frequents the Throme News Station (the most reliable source for current events) - yes, the one with the overly cheerful reporter, Megan Mariot, and the never-right weatherman, Kenneth Park. If you want to be prepared for the weather, always do the opposite of what he suggests.

Back to the upcoming musical, the famous award-winning actor, Damon Ito is costarring with popular R&B singer Emma Matia to bring the citizens of Throme a spectacular show they won't want to miss. However, there are of course, the rumors that Damon Ito is dating the model, Noel Delari. Ah, and then there's our resident fantasy writer, Micah Faret. His new novel is set to come out soon and is rumored to be another upcoming bestseller. The plot seems to be about someone who inadvertently gets trapped inside a puddle. He is quite famous and very popular, but he rarely makes public appearances.

On a different note, moving away from celebrity affairs, the city has recently elected a new mayor - Ms. Aline Cosette. If anything, the woman is enthusiastic and determined to help the city to thrive. She is an intelligent young woman with a new perspective, and she well-represents the heart of Throme's identity: stylish, chic, modern, yet prosperous. She is trying to support the Metropolitan Police Force and bring them back up to standard. Even a wonderful city like Throme has the odd crime now and then. Her office is in City Hall, which is a large and grand building that serves many purposes. In fact, in just six months, representatives from nations all over the world are to gather there in order to discuss matters of international importance - a conference between the nations. Ms. Cosette is to take part in this as well, and many are eager to see how things will turn out.

Another popular site in Throme is Cherry Grove Park. This is public space full of flowers in the spring and colorful trees in the fall. In the center of it is a beautiful plaza with a large and ornate stone fountain. Little children like to play in it in the hot summer days. Off to the side is a wishing well - it is said if you toss in a coin and make a wish, it will come true. There is a surprising collection of coins glittering at the bottom, but it is difficult to see from the depth of it. On weekends, a fortune-teller sets up her tent a ways off from the fountain square. She is young, beautiful, and dresses no differently than any other citizen of Throme, but she claims to have accurate readings. Her specialty is Tarot cards. Despite her normal appearance, she calls herself Madam Butterfly, refusing to divulge any other name.

There is one major museum in Throme - the Museum of Throme Art and History. Here, there are various displays of artwork, sculptures, and various historic replicas of the city's development. Fittingly enough, there is a new exhibit opening in a few months where the main attraction seems to be a mask. Rather ironic, no?

Lastly, of course, there is Throme's multi-purpose and undeniably grand shopping mall. It is not just a place to shop - there's the shopping district for that, at cheaper prices - but it also serves as a recreational center. There is a video game arcade, a movie theater, a book store, an ice-skating rink, restaurants, a concert hall, and even a theater for stage performances amongst its floors. In fact, Damon Ito and Emma Matia's upcoming musical is said to be using this revenue. One thing to note is that on weekends, there is a clown that comes and sells cotton candy and balloons by the escalator of the first floor. He calls himself Easter.



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The Masks
All masks possess the power to change the personality of a person - but they all differ in what the innate personality of the mask is. When wearing a mask, the bearer's personality no longer exists and cannot change the actions of himself while wearing the mask. They, however, still gain memories of the time, so they do know what they did while wearing the mask. All masks cannot be broken through normal means.

There are two stages in wearing a mask. First, if one just puts on the mask without saying the 'code phrase', they retain their normal appearance, yet their personality reforms itself. Their existing skills may be enhanced, such as heightened speed or strength, or they gain a talent for a new area of skill, such as cooking. However, there are no outrageous abilities developed. When one utters the indicated 'code phrase' as they don the mask, they will undergo a full transformation - a new appearance, a new personality, and abilities that are as unrealistic as they are wondrous... it is unscientific. It is unexplainable. It is the magic of a Mask of the Soul...

... and perhaps a little bit of the Grace Stone.

False Masks:
These masks were all created by The Sun, and therefore can be given to anyone - civilian, Itex, or Masked, as long as the mask possesses a singular shard of the Grace Stone. The only way known to break False Masks is by using three shards of the Grace Stone or using the power of The Sun mask... However, the mask is lost. No one is sure where it is anymore. As for the destruction of false masks, be warned. No one is sure what happens when one is destroyed.

True Masks:
No one really knows how these masks appear, but they do, in various stages of completion. Although no one knows exactly how, they seem to appear to those who are unsatisfied with their own personality. They create an image they wish to be, a personality they want to be that is so strong... it manifests itself as a mask. One day, they will simply find it there, collecting dust in a familiar location, as if it had always been there, waiting. Should the person choose to put the mask on, they will immediately feel their own personality being overridden. They will be conscious of this, but not aware of the consequences this might bring. They will hear words in their head, and should they utter them, they will find themselves in a newer, more fantastical form.

However, this mask is merely a crutch - an often extreme embodiment of the person they wish to be. Essentially, it is the outward mask that they want to wear and show the world... albeit, a little exaggerated. The problem lies in the fact that the more dependent a person is on their True Mask's personality, the less control they will hold over the mask. Essentially, it would be a battle against the mask's will and their own, but as their individual personality is not as strong, they will lose.

As long as they depend on the projected identity of the mask to be happy with themselves, they will not be able to control it - the mask's personality would control the owner instead. Thus, only by becoming a stronger individual can a person control their own True Mask. As they become truer to themselves and accept themselves for who they are, the owners will gain better control over their mask's personality, and the True Mask will develop to further help its owner.

It is important to note though, that all of the above only applies to the first owner - the creator of the True Mask. Once it has been gifted to someone else, the mask is unable to develop from that point onwards. Another thing to note is that there are very few True Masks left. There were few to begin with, but due to Itex in the past, they have become increasingly rare. While the dark organization still had the power of the Sun's mask to help them, all existing True Masks had been destroyed or coerced into gifting their mask to an agent of Itex. This caused problems as the masks have a strong bond with its creator and suffers a great weakening of power if it is gifted against the owner's will. Thus, these weakened masks were of no use to Itex who promptly destroyed them as well.

If a True Mask is not gifted before the owner dies, it will 'fade out' of existence upon their death.



The Grace Stone
The Grace Stone is a grey, average-looking stone with a strange ability. If you can possess the complete stone, it can be used to grant you your greatest wish. Due to this, after one person manages to collect it and makes their wish, the Grace Stone breaks and scatters its shards across the world. It's only the size of a mandarin orange but is split into hundreds of shards, each easily confused with an average stone. The only way to find out if it is part of the Grace Stone is to completely submerge it in boiling water - if it emits a bright and colorful light, you have successfully found a shard. Fragments of the Grace Stone retain special properties that can be applied to masks. If a True Mask is gifted from one person to another, the receiver can only use the mask if he or she possesses a shard of the Grace Stone. The Sun Mask could use these fragments to create False Masks, and additional ones added after creation could alter the mask's personality, although not the abilities it has. Using a shard on Masks makes them stronger, although the benefit only lasts for a few days, at the very most, before the mask becomes unstable and forcefully ejects the shard. The mask needs a cool down of a month is between uses, so this method is not to be used except in the most dire of circumstances.


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Higher Ups: [NPCs]
??? : Judgement
En2 : ???

Lower Class
Zensa Valobo : The Tower - Recently moved into the area, kind and friendly person. Jazzin' it up with some spice. True. [RPed by spudjohnson]
Kiriyu Asuki : The Chariot - "Don't Blink." [RPed by Alasund De'astio]
Kaden Jannsen : The Moon - "The real world? Mine? Of course mine is better." True [RPed by Witless]
Treia Rawler : The Star - "You're all out of options." [RPed by IrisRose]
Ashe Haleseer : The Hermit - "Those who don't understand do not need the light." [RPed by Cienpher]
Damien Braveheart : The Magician - "My loyalty only belongs to one person, one organization...and it certainly is not you, Masked..." [RPed by blackwolf]
Strength
The Hanged Man



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Aki Evedane : Wheel of Fortune - a strange mask of Itex's that managed to fall into the hands of a completely unrelated party who is making fine use of it >...> [RPed by Nivosity]
The Sun - disappeared along with the mask... no one knows where it is... True. [No RPer necessary]



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Lucas Toland : The King - he was left the Emperor's mask. [RPed by Cienpher]
Vera Chung : The Ace - although this person has no leadership experience, she manages to liven things up quite a bit. Her mask is still in progress - only half of her skills and personality have developed fully. True. [RPed by Nivosity]
Amara "Amy" Calen : The Joker - the new recruit. Her life is never to be the same again. Her mask is still in-progress - only half of her skills and personality have developed. True. [RPed by Witless]



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Your GMs reserve the right to not accept any applications that are not up to their standard. Please make them detailed. If you want to become one of the Middle or Higher Itex, please PM one of the GMs first to work it out. Only skilled and trusted RPers will be allowed to do so - but they will not be getting quite as much air time. If you do so, it will be your secondary character. However, do note that an application for this position will only be accepted after sufficient dedication has been shown. You will know you have been accepted, when you receive a PM with information regarding the Itex or the Masked. If we don't accept it, we will give you a PM with information about how to get it up to standard. Your GMs will give you a total of two chances to improve it, but after that - we're sorry, but we really can't accept you.

Masked/Itex Application:

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[left][size=200]FULL NAME HERE(any name is fine, as long as it is pronounceable and not too jarring to the setting. Seeing as Throme is a mixture of cultures, feel free to use names from different cultures, within reason)[/size]
[IMG]Picture here of changed appearance of person who is wearing the mask - preferably anime, but a very detailed written description is will do as well.[/IMG][/left]

[b]Grade[/b]
[size=90]Anything from 7th to 12th. Note: all Lower Class Itex and Masked members attend Cenriel Academy.[/size]

[b]Role[/b]
[size=90]The Masked King? Queen? Strength?[/size]
   
[b]If Itex, blurb?[/b]
[size=90] What do you want to write about your character on the front page?[/size]

[b]Which Masks do they possess?[/b]
[size=90]What is their mask called?[/size]

[b]Gender[/b]
[size=90]Male or Female[/size]

[b]Age[/b]
[size=90]13-19[/size]

[b]Personality[/b]
[size=90]Be Creative! As many details as you can... don't be lazy[/size]

[b]Brief Description[/b]
[size=90]Detailed description about appearance.[/size]

[b]Skill(s)/Abilities[/b]
[size=90]Abilities that your character possesses in their normal form[/size]

[b]Likes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Dislikes[/b]
[size=90]At least four, but five preferably.[/size]

[b]Phobia[/b]
[size=90]At least two, but no more than five.[/size]

[b]History[/b]
[size=90]Be creative! What events in their past influenced them, how they got their masks, etc.[/size]

[b]Crush[/b]
[size=90]Who does your character like?[/size]
   
[b]Other[/b]
[size=90]Anything else?[/size]



Mask Application:
Please include this as a separate character. Don't worry - if your character is accepted, so will your mask. Please include this for all masks that your character possesses. At this point, each only possesses one - except if we PM you otherwise.

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[left][size=200]ROLE OF THE MASK (True Masks get the fun of naming it... but False masks are stuck with the Role)[/size]
[IMG]Picture here of changed appearance of person who is wearing the mask - preferably anime, but a very detailed written description is will do as well.[/IMG]
   
[IMG]Picture here of the mask. We prefer Venetian-style masks.[/IMG][/left]
   
[b]What Kind of Mask is it?:[/b]
[size=90]False or true? All Itex members have fake masks unless stated above. All members of the Masked have their own true masks save for the King.[/size]
   
[b]If False, how many Grace Stone fragments does it contain?:[/b]
[size=90]This will be one for false masks, none for true masks unless stated above.[/size]
   
[b]If True, in what state of completion is it in?:[/b]
[size=90]Completed, In-progress?[/size]
   
[b]How do you create/transform with the mask?[/b]
[size=90]What do they say to summon their mask? What do they say to transform into their Masked Form? If they don their mask without uttering these words, they will retain their original form, but their personality will change and minor skill enhancements will be made.[/size]
   
[b]Personality:[/b]
[size=90]Be Creative! As many details as you can/want.[/size]
   
[b]Brief Description of Transformed State:[/b]
[size=90]Detailed description about appearance after the character speaks the words to transform.[/size]
   
[b]Skills/Abilities when wearing mask:[/b]
[size=90]What abilities does your character gain after he or she has put on the mask, but not transformed yet?[/size]
   
[b]Skills/Abilities of Transformed State:[/b]
[size=90]Abilities that your character possesses after transforming using the mask. Three minor ones, and one major. Please try to balance out your skills.[/size]
   
[b]Weapons they have when they have transformed[/b]
[size=90]A battle's no fun without weapons although please try to stay far away from the katana and the gun... please. Other than that, go wild, but please limit the amount to two. These can be summoned and put away at will, but only when they have fully transformed with their mask.[/size]

Toggle Rules

1. Follow all the standard rules of RolePlayGateway - this should be obvious...

2. Our posting requirements are as follows: it must be sufficiently detailed, original, and interactive. Each post should move the plot of the roleplay forward by some small extent. If your posts seem weak compared to the rest of the writers, your GMs (Nivosity, Alasund De'astio, Cienpher) will be sure to alert you ^^

3. We understand that not everyone is the best when it comes to grammar. All that we ask is that we see a visible effort. No blazing malapropisms, no obvious spelling or punctuation errors, and no internet/text jargon is sufficient. It is not at all that difficult to run your post through a word processing program for spell and grammar checks. Please do so, or your GMs will be forced to ask you to leave.

4. Please, we beg of you - no godmodding. This includes, but is not limited to, controlling the actions of a character that is not yours, using knowledge obtained as a roleplayer as your character, overpowering your character, and refusing to let anything negative happen to your character. Please have your character react accordingly to their circumstances.

5. That being said, please make your character original! No one enjoys a cookie-cutter personality... take the time to give your creation life. Make it so that you would be able to pluck them out, set them down, and see them make it off into the world. If an insufficient character profile is submitted, your GMs will give you two chances to bring it up to our standards. Two is our final word.

6. All complaints of any sort, be it of the plot or another roleplayer, are to be directed to one of the GMs. They will deal with the situation accordingly. There will be a strict GM-Player privacy arrangement, and all relaying of suggestions will be done anonymously.

7. Please, no swearing or graphic language unless there are very, very severe circumstances in the roleplay to allow it. Remember, these words are better emphasized when used sparingly.

8. Please, please, please read and participate in the OOC. A quiet OOC thread is boring... but also, there is often vital information that could be discussed there. By joining, you are expected to read the OOC thread, please ^^"

9. Anything else that is common sense but we might have forgotten in the process of making this. Use your head and judge your own actions, please.


Notes:

A large thank you to Shinku122 for the roleplay that inspired this idea, and giving us permission to use names from it! More thank you's to the artists of the pictures we have used, but we apologize for not being able to quote your names! One last thank you to those who read all of this and feel interested enough to join!

Also, please do realize that your character has a high probability of dying in the later phase of this roleplay. After your character dies, there will still be ways that you can still participate in this roleplay, just discuss it with your GMs.

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Throme - Friday, September 27 (4:30 PM)


How fast the clock does turn when there’s nothing important to do.

That is if one was normal. Just a few Fridays in the past, Masked and Itex met each other in a dramatic showdown, not unlike a fight between rival gangs. The thing at stake this time was not territory, but a small nondescript package. What exactly was inside that thin box? No one really knew for sure. Only that it was important.

It would take eight minutes for those on Earth to notice if the sun went out. It would still be warm; it would still be bright. It took longer than eight minutes for the conclusion of this fight to be seen.

Was the package worth it? The Masked were the ones who walked away with the package, and Itex was left there empty-handed, but no one side came out of the proceedings unscathed. A game with a wounded victor. This was the breaking point for the poor stability of a certain Miss Coraline Starlings. A few days after, the harried looking maiden turned in her resignation from the Student Council. This was almost like bowling; the first pin to fall. Liesel Moringmer was murderous.

The Vandergear family was next in line. Chasing some illusory job in nearby Lore, the family burned its own roots in Throme and moved for the sake of greed. It was fortunate for Liesel that her heart possessed a remarkable capacity for wrath. The delicate tea cups were not so lucky. Neither were the flowers.

But this strand of bad luck did not allow Itex to leave without its punishment for failure. A certain female who went by the name of 'En' claimed Oskana Sonnen's blood, time, and responsibility. While she did not disappear per se, Cenriel Academy was without a student when she was transferred to rival Thromain Institute of Fine Arts. But her partner was not spared either. Treia Rawler, with her lucky stars shining from the heavens, remained relatively untouched, with only a warning to show for her troubles. Itex, like Liesel, was not a believer of keeping their murderous intent bottled inside.

The beautiful observatory was without its owner for a week, before she reappeared, looking none the worse for her time. Perhaps there was something hidden under that smile of hers, but nothing was visible to the average eye. The clear nights kept the popularity of that rooftop attraction high.

Friday, August 16th. A day that would mark the transfer of humans from the thrifty Maybelle Avenue to more reputable Sagaro Mall. Many wallets became far lighter due to the ever-growing paranoia. Hector Mason, a man with two daughters who worked nights as a security guard, was seen in a puddle of his own blood. Was there a serial killer hidden in the depths of that brilliant district? The police found no leads or evidence. Despite attempts from shop owners to catch more customers, those that dare enter that shining crime scene were few and far in between.

Judgement did not have anything interesting for the Itex for the longest of time.
Liesel had no leads.

Perhaps they were waiting for today. The day that the package pointed to as important. So what exactly was in that package of Itex? It was with hoping expressions that the Masked had opened the case, to fall downtrodden.

A letter.

To whom it may concern:
After months of research, we may have stumbled upon something of great importance. The previous sample that we have received is an enigma, to say in the slightest. Despite weighing like an average granite shock of the same size, its chemical bonds are completely nonsensical. Instead of forming bonds in order to gain eight valence electrons, many of the carbon atoms possess nine or even one with six. Perhaps you were right in saying that this was a strange rock.

When attempting to find the volume of the sample, we were astonished to find the rock glowing upon contact of water. We were unable to find the source of this energy, but it is believed it is some sort of chemical reaction. Other than the output of light, we have discovered no other abnormalities. Our sample glowed red, bright red, but we shall be asking for further samples to support this hypothesis. It would not surprise me if it was a fluke. If it wouldn't be an issue for your organization, if you'd send us another shard, we would be much obliged. The things we do for science. Until then, we'll be sending back the sample on 9.27. Please do send a messenger to pick it up. This cannot fall into unaligned hands.

Sincerely,


The letter was signed, but illegible and smudged, seemingly on purpose. It appeared as though the writer was unwilling to give up his or her name. The letter continued with an address.

Nivcien Science Institute, Throme
Research Division


It is now September 27. Yet another Friday afternoon. The weather had mellowed in the months, with the leaves already in the process of dying. They were dull brown, many of them withering in the streets and on the trees. A steady wind made its way through Throme. Life is unfair, but yet it brings hope and excitement. Perhaps their adventure will beat reality television's entertainment value on this blustering November afternoon.

Those whose souls belonged to Itex ought to be making their steady way to the back rooms at Brio, where that violent angel of doom, Judgement, was doubtless waiting for them. The Masked had likewise, been summoned by Liesel to deal with their recently collected information. How will both sides dance this afternoon? That is a story to hear.

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Kaden Jannsen; Sagaro Mall Floor 6 - Nebula Ice Rink (??? - 3:55 pm)


It was a warm day outside, fitting for the shorts and t-shirt that Kaden wore. A calm breeze struck up every now and then, a reminder that summer had ended to bring in the beginning of fall, only to die down quickly. The latter half of classes had been skipped over, forsaken in order to spend time writing, doing something relatively important to real life. And so Kaden had somehow ended up at Sagaro after wandering the town on this gorgeous day. And from there, the next seemingly logical place to go was the Ice Rink, on the sixth floor.

Kaden had started a new book, or at least had a few ideas for it. There was no name yet, and the main character was simply a young woman, with some power yet-to-be-determined. It took place in a strange world, on a southern continent, filled with ice and snow. It had previously stayed separate from the rest of its world, with the natives calmly going about their lives, doing what they always did. Until recently, when explorers happened across it and reported the strange powers they witnessed there. Thus started the main storyline, the interactions between the outside and inside world, between this young woman and an interested adventurer.

So the Ice Rink was of course where he needed to go, in summer clothes, no less. Not for skating, no. He'd surely fail at that. He'd tried a few times before, somehow always ending up ble- staining the ice. It was unlikely he would try again in the near future. He was still not quite over what had happened with Lucas. It's not like Kaden was avoiding him or anything, but they just happened to never meet, not since the last time Judgement had given them a mission... It was just coincidence, them never being at the same place at the same time. And he wasn't the reason Kaden had taken to skipping the latter parts of school, no. He simply saw no use for the classes. The fact that Lucas was in one of those classes hadn't even begun to register in his mind.

But yes, back on the topic of missions, Oskana and Treia had failed. Treia was punished somehow, and Oskana was taken for someone's servant, taken away from school and every aspect of her previous life. Little was accurately revealed about what had happened to her; a cover story made that said little. And they weren't the only people who had disappeared from the school recently. Coraline had been showing up less and less as her condition, whatever it was, worsened. Victor Grayson had also been sick recently, or so it was reported. At any rate, he had been absent from school for a few weeks now, and no one had heard anything from him. Gage Vandergear had moved away, to another town, leaving his friends and school behind. Many people gone in a short time, and only the beginning of school.

Oh, yes. The Ice Rink. It made sense: getting a feel of the cold, of how a newcomer would feel when experiencing this environment which he'd never before known (did I mention the newcomer came from a continent near the equator of the world? an extremely hot, desert- and volcano-filled place?). From hot to cold, suddenly in the unknown, completely unprepared for what he'd experience. And contrast that to those people who had lived there for eternities, believing it to be normal, the complete opposite of the abnormality that this explorer believed it to be. It was hard to get the full experience, but this was the closest he could think of wi-

BEEP! BEEeeEEeeEEP! Beepbeep! Beepbeep! BEEEEEEEE- *click*

It was time. He'd bought a watch, an ornate one from a strange peddler on Maybelle Avenue. It had many knobs, some which didn't seem to do anything, and it was extremely hard to read. But the alarm worked very well, and it never seemed to run slow (or fast for that matter). The key selling point had actually been the obnoxious alarm... It could actually break him out of his reveries, if at the cost of angry glances from onlookers (in this case, the ice skating class). He generally just ignored them, rushing away on to his destination, to wherever he needed to be reminded to go. Sure, the watch cost him an arm and a leg, but it was definitely worth it to not anger Itex any more than necessary (read: at all). He could always get the money back somehow.

3:55, time to start heading to Brio. Judgement would be waiting, as usual. There may be a job, there may not, but it was always best to be on the safe side and not be late. Not like the first time... He had somehow come out of that with little repercussions... Somehow... But he knew better now, for sure. Kaden Jannsen packed his bags and began the long trek to Brio and Judgement.

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Vera Chung | Goatstone Bridge -> Maybelle -> Greenhouse


It was a beautiful afternoon. Not only was the sky a cloudless blue, but the sun shone down with just enough intensity. While the world was not the brilliant, sparkling sculpture it was during the winter, it was getting to just the right temperature. The wind gusted again, and Vera frowned when her black skirt whipped around her knees. With a sigh, she got on the balls of her foot, thrusting her head over the top of the rough, stone wall that made up the bridge. She was only a few feet away from the statue that stood in the center of the old structure. That ugly-looking troll, though incontestably an important part of the Throme scene, was getting on her nerves with its disquieting grimace.

Vera looked down at the sparkling, dancing surface of Liron River and with a sigh, realized that it was already September 27th. The day that the letter had marked with almost torturous implications. Now that Liesel’s information had been proven without a doubt - they showed up, didn’t they? - Vera couldn’t help but believe that she should have left when she had the chance. Gage and Coraline had the right idea when they abandoned them, but now… even if she wanted to, she was sucked into the problems of Itex. But, there was no sense in fretting over this. There was no doubt that they wouldn’t win. They were on the side of justice after all, and heroes always beat villains. It was the way that the world worked. This was just a period of problems, that’s all.

Her heart calm for the moment, she turned back to the shore on her right. Maybelle Avenue, with its new reputation of hidden gangs and murderers. Perhaps… it had something to do with that Aki Evedane, but Vera would not hold her breath. Anyways - it was time for her to get back to the school greenhouse. With almost halting, stumbling footsteps, she grounded her back in reality and stepped off towards the shopping district. While it wasn’t exactly on the way to Cenriel Academy, she needed to do something to calm her nerves. It was lacking even the smallest semblance of the bustling region it had been in the past, with the shop owners calling at her vainly. Customers were few and far in between.

She flashed a smile before going to a familiar stall. “Excuse me, how much is that?” she asked, looking at a set of porcelain tea cups. While Liesel had broken them, she hadn’t gotten to the point of replacing them - plus, she had gotten used to having a cup of green tea during each meeting. The man, with dark black hair and sunglasses, was smoking, and observing one of his wares. The Peddler. While Vera wasn’t quite a repeat customer of his, she, at the very least, recognized his slouching form. He ignored her, continuing to observe something.

“How much are the tea cups?” she asked again, this time exasperated.

“Hm? What? Oh, you’re buying something, huh… Hmmph, interested in those? Suit yourself, then. You do know how rare those are? Not too many to be found.” Vera couldn’t quite understand why a tea set would be rare, but shrugged anyways. Maybe it was the design - they seemed to be quite pretty after all. “But hey, you want them, I’ll sell. At a bargain: 57 argen. Per item. You have the cash, right? If not, get lost. I have other customers…”

Vera dug through her pocket, before pulling out a black wallet. She’d buy the pot for sure, and maybe the cups… as many as she could afford. She could wait to buy the tray… if she managed to find the Peddler before they were bought. Thumbing through her wallet, she realized she had a total of 200 argen. While she would normally carry less than this, her parents were suffering under the misconception that she was going out to dinner with her friends. Handing him 171 argen, she bought three pieces from the set, out of the seven total. “Thanks, Peddler!” she called out, with a smile, before returning to her previous path. Off to Cenriel Academy~

A few minutes later, she had arrived at the welcoming gates of Cenriel Academy - none too early either. Vera waved towards the security guards, before crossing campus to get to the meeting place. The greenhouse. It was normally such a bright and cheery structure, if not a little too colorful, this time she couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness. Pushing open the doors to the warm room, she noticed that, just as she had expected, Liesel was already there. The woman was busy smoking a cigarette, but looked just as murderous as usual.

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Aki sighed heavily to himself. While his previous injury on his arm had healed enough for him to remove the bandage, his more recent - and far larger - injuries still ached with every passing step. The weather, being the disagreeable soul that it was, wasn’t helping any with its gusting winds and falling temperature. That wind cut through his clothing and caused a rising complaint from all over his body with every step.

Seemingly attracted to his pain, one of the counselors had spent the last week dogging his steps... and she was still there. The mousy-brown haired lady hobbled after him - she said she had arthritis - brandishing promises of a nice, friendly tête-à-tête. As if he was interested in the state of her children and god forbid, grandchildren. Still, he had to hand it to her that she was persistent at the very least. If only he could hand this interest in some other direction - maybe she could distract Vault from his also frequent dogging of Aki’s step.

Apparently, Vault wanted some payback for losing his zombie.

Aki sighed again, it seemed as though he was surrounded by those that loved to make his life a living disaster. With that mousy lady, his father’s current silence - probably upset that he wasn’t allowed to know why his son was walking around as though he had been in a traffic accident - and Vault’s frequent losses of sanity, Aki was extremely lucky to have not gone mad from all this. So, when was the lady going to gain a new brain and find someone else to bother. Someone who was actually happy to see her.

“AKKKKIIII~” came a loud shout from that said lady, brandishing one of her fuchsia-painted hands in his direction. He turned with an energy-conserving manner, before he gave her a admonishing frown. Really, was that proper behavior for an adult of her age and stature?

“Yes, Mrs.Haverland?” he asked, backing away from her excitement. The searching eyes of the students shot in his direction - really, it was obvious. However, as though they were embarrassed by their interest in him, a few of the less confident of the bunch glanced away when Aki’s blue eyes glanced in their direction.

“I was wondering if you had some free time. I heard that Brio’s having a special today - in order to get ready for the upcoming weekend. You’re not in any of the clubs, so I thought that maybe you could go with me.” Her voice was, while high in a ear-shattering manner, firm and self-assured. Almost as though she believed that he would agree to such a time-wasting thing. “Of course, it’s nothing really that important - just thought that maybe we could have a little heart to heart while we still have time.”

“No, really, there’s no need,” came the cold reply. “I have other commitments, Mrs.Haverland. I’m afraid that you’ll have to take one of the other students along with you.” Aki drew one hand over at the students that surrounded the pair. “I’m sure that Haden would be delighted to accompany you. Or the young boy genius. There’s nothing really that important or interesting about me for your attention.”

“You’re so harsh on yourself - I think that you’re very interesting~ But think at it this way, Aki. You have a little something called a college recommendation, is that not correct? Aren’t you going to be very upset if you’re given a bad recommendation by your counselor? It’s just a little something that you can do for me if you come to Brio with me.”

Old Miss Twinkletoe’s not going to shut up until I agree now, is she?’ “Is that blackmail I hear, Mrs.Haverland?” Aki stopped his backwards motion, before planting the soles of his black shoes firmly down on the ground, before drawing himself up to his full height. He towered over the shorter, and slightly pudgy adult, who didn’t seem to mind.

“Oho, Aki, I always knew that you were a smart one,” she twittered, before grabbing the junior firmly by the arm and leading him away. Aki, torn by his desire to stay out of the octopus-like grasp of the woman and his wish to not have to cause such a large commotion in a public area, allowed himself to be pulled away. “Now, this isn’t so bad after all, is it? It’s not as though you have anything else to do.”



He had a lot to do. His homework, for one.

And that was how the strange pair made their way to the crowded café. The faint aromatic smell of coffee pervaded the air, while waiters bustled here and there carrying drinks more fanciful than the last. The silver-haired one, Gwen, in particular, was looking extremely harassed… but then, of course, he always did. Ren was once again manning the counter, and his cheery smile seemed a little misplaced in the crowd. Rie, the blond female, was nowhere to be seen today - strange because she was usually here on Fridays. “SO, AKIIII~ Where will we be sitting?” asked the counselor again, pulling him through the hectic café. “Why don’t we get a nice comfy booth, huh?”

“Whatever you want, Mrs.Haverland.”

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Amy Calen; Cenriel Academy - English Class -> Greenhouse


"So, in conclusion, we have three types of conditionals: potential, theoretical, and impossible. The difference between them is which tense of verb is used: present, perfect, and pluperfect, respectively. They also use a type of future verb, with the theoretical and impossible conditionals using words of doubt or uncertainty like 'would,' 'could,' 'might,' 'may,' and many more. We'll conclude this lesson on Monday with the placement of conditionals, real and unreal ones, and combining tenses within them..."

Mrs. Lengley had taken to teaching them about grammar lately, as she felt their writing needed more structure. Amy could hardly complain; she knew most of the material anyway, and she was making an A in this class, unlike most of her classmates (there may have been another skilled one or two in there). What really surprised her was how far below the Valencia students Cenriel students were. If she had no other reason to be here, there would be no way at all that she would have transferred. But she was curious, and she felt drawn here, by some sort of mystery hanging around, pervading the school.

The mask was the centerpiece, revolving around the Student Council. While there had been one in Valencia, it had been well-founded and strong. People knew and confided in it, and there had been elections. It wasn't made only a few years prior. It wasn't run by a woman from outside the school. It wasn't made of those people who simply wanted to be in it and who were accepted by the other members. But there was one key thing that it also didn't have: the masks. It seemed a unifying factor, like the masks chose who should be in the Student Council. Every member appeared to have one, and Amy had received one soon after transferring to Cenriel.

It was a strange thing, and she still had yet to test what it did. It made little difference; she'd find out eventually, when she needed to. For now, as the bell rang (It had already, hadn't it? The classroom was already mostly empty, with the final few trickling out.), she figured she should head out to the Greenhouse, where they were all supposed to meet. She had nothing else to do until then, so why not make sure she was on time?

She wandered over to the Greenhouse, opening it to emptiness and wandering to the back of it, passing by and through begonias, primroses, some newly added roses, petunias, daffodils, cinerarias, amaryllis, forget-me-nots, tulips, and peonies. Somehow they were taken care of, by gardeners never seen, never acknowledged. Maybe if she stayed long enough, she'd see them, maybe she wouldn't. Maybe they only came in when no one was around? What did they look like? Were they old, young? Female, male? Many, few? Like they belonged? Like they were skilled? How long would she have to stay to see them, to meet them? The curiosities of the school were many and diverse. Including the Student Council.

Yes, she was now in that group. Well, in a way, of course. Not that she was fully accepted, not that she likely would be soon. Not that she knew much of what they did, of what they battled, of whom they worked for. But she was finding out little by little and growing to like working with them against this big organization, this Itex, whatever it was. Some organization, a big one that seemed to be omnipresent. One that used the same masks that did... whatever they did.

And why the masks? Who made them? Who decided who was given them? Who decided what they did, how they worked? Was there more behind them than just masks created by a genius? Were they even created at all? What was the point, the use, the reason behind their existence? Was there something much bigger behind all this? The questions kept pouring out, and none were answered. Or, when they were, they raised even more questions to be left unanswered. Many mysteries, curiosities, many indeed...

The Student Council. Run by a Liesel Moringmer. Whoever that may be. A person not connected to the school and yet it seemed like she was fully accepted here, like she belonged and didn't need to worry about anything. And she somehow had a group of followers whom she had found... some way. These people, some were better than others of course, but they seemed to have as little of an idea of what was going on as she. And that gave Amy little confidence in this group, even if she had longed to be in the Council. But she'd last through this, get some questions answered before leaving, if she so decided. They- *slam*

A door closed, the entrance to the greenhouse, and Amy figured she should check out who it was. There was supposed to be a meeting today, right? Yes, yes... and so it was, as she walked out from the flowers - pollen, leaves, and petals down her uniform and throughout her hair, for some reason lacking a tie - to see Vera and Liesel. Maybe there was something new, maybe there wasn't, but there was one thing to be sure of: she would find out soon enough.

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Shooting the older woman a smile, she placed her purchases gently on the closest flat surface. As she straightened up, it was just in time to catch glimpse of that friendless, irritating upperclassman that was astonishing enough, younger than she was. It was almost obvious, ‘cause Vera was 100% certain, more than that really, that that kid… Amara, lacked any portion of intelligence. Today, she was a mess, with leaves and flowers in her hair and tie missing. This debris was doubtlessly stolen off of the beautiful plants that thrived in their greenhouse.

“Hey, Amy! Why did you get here so early? There’s still time to spare before… well, you know,” here, Vera flapped her hands as though she had no words to explain what she had to state. “I just took a little detour and stopped by the marketplace, and then I was able to find this set of teacups. Doesn’t it look amazing? Is the pattern alright with you?’ she asked then, gesturing excitedly in the direction of her purchases. “They weren’t that expensive either.” Catching a glimpse of Liesel’s pursed lips, as the woman’s hands tightened against the lighter that she was oh-so-conveniently holding, Vera quickly pulled Amara’s arm and attempted to drag her towards the door, babbling all the while.

Without a pause to see if the girl had said anything, or listening, Vera continued. “So, Amara, I think that we haven’t been able to really talk to each other yet. Since Lucas isn’t here yet, we might as well go on ahead and have a nice conversation since we’re the only girls on the student council now. Is that okay with you?” she asked, with a bright grin. She was one of those Valencia brats, right? With their tutors, snobbiness, fake posh attitude, and idiocy. It wasn’t everyday that one of those transferred over to Cenriel - heck, there were many rumors flying around about her before she came.

“What’s Valencia like? I’ve heard so much about it,” All of it bad, of course, “but I figured that since you were the one who really understands it, you should know it better than Sanya and her posse. I bet it’s not as good as Cenriel, right?” And if they were able to let go of their mistaken pride, and look somewhere other than their own little circle, they would doubtlessly be flocking to Cenriel Academy like the sheep that they are.

Throwing open the door, Vera breathed in the feel of the fresh air and cold breeze that had pervaded Throme through these months. She did not spare a single thought to what Amara would answer - Vera was absolutely certain of her own opinion and well, nothing would shake her of her conviction. The cloudless sky allowed the bright sunlight to shine through without impediment, but even its warmth couldn’t ruin the feel of this day. It marked the start of the transition to winter, which Vera was looking forward to.

“We should be heading towards Nivcien Science Institutes, so that shouldn’t be too far away. It’s just a few minutes by subway away, anyways. I think it should be Line 5? Yeah, the light purple one. Do you have any change on you? You need like 50 cents to ride the subway - the government cut prices, because they want to save the environment. Have you heard about the new decree? There was this complaint, so they have put all of these fuel efficiency, energy saving laws in place. Isn’t that so progressive of Ms. Cosette?”


Waving a farewell to the uniformed guard that made sure that no one strayed off campus during school hours, she made a left turn, and continued to walk on the flawless sidewalk. A blue convertible screeched by, with the driver blasting loud music and bobbing his head to its thudding beat. Behind it, a public bus, with a flashing 101, stopped at the Cenriel Academy bus stop, as an old lady stepped out of the bus. Vera gave her a face-stretching smile, before quickening her step. She really would help her, especially in front of Amara, but it really was rude to offer help before the person asked for it. Vera personally felt it humiliating.

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Amy Calen; Greenhouse -> Throme


Ah, what a confusing welcome. The first word heard was "teacups," and Amy had no idea how the topic had reached there. There was supposed to be a meeting today, correct? She could have sworn that was so, but before she could get more than a few words in edgewise (they were "What? Teacups? Where ar- Ah!" for those interested), she was dragged toward the door by the hand. And then followed the irritating conversation, probably to the bystander as well, but Liesel was always irritated, or so it appeared.

"What are you doing? I can walk by myself!" overlapped with "So, Amara, I think that we haven’t been able to really talk to each other yet."
"No, that's right. You won't let me. Wait, Lucas? What's that got-" overlapped with "Since Lucas isn’t here yet, we might as well go on ahead and have a nice conversation since we’re the only girls on the student council now."
"Well, what does that have to do with a-" overlapped with "Is that okay with you?" with "-nything..." hanging out awkwardly at the end.

What was with Vera? She seemed to always wish to be in command, but she was so immature about it! Talking over others, not letting them speak their mind, not encouraging an actual conversation. And no matter what, Amy never seemed to be able to find free space to say anything in. Well, aside from this awkward silence (okay, it wasn't a long awkward silence, but it was awkward nonetheless) while they paused in movement and voice. Speaking of... Amy opened her mouth to speak, probably something along the lines of Okay, Vera. What should we talk about? There really wasn't much to talk about... But Vera got there first, starting to speak again, and it was a battle to speak against the torrent of questions.

"What’s Valencia like? I’ve heard so much about it..." and Amy began once more to try and speak her mind.
"It's, well, a high school. Pretty, I guess you could say, and..." but that was drowned out as Vera spoke again: "but I figured that since you were the one who really understands it, you should know it better than Sanya and her posse."
Amy sighed, following as they neared the door and spoke under her breath, "Sure, ask but don't listen. That's so polite of you." as Vera continued speaking, "I bet it’s not as good as Cenriel, right?"

Vera thrust the door open, and went out, dragging Amy (whose lack of a hair tie was now more evident as it whipped around her face in the breeze) in tow as she tried to get an answer out. "Well, they've both got their benefits. I mean, both are, are good at academics and are prestigious... Umm... *pheh* Well, I think I like Cenriel better, but I don't know, I mean, I'm not, I haven't, well, been here... long enough?" The hair getting in her face and mouth didn't help at all, and she rummaged in her pocket for a hair tie, found none, and started as she noticed Vera had continued walking away without her.

Amy rushed, stumbling once or twice as she caught up with Vera to hear something about a bus, 50 cents, the environment, and Ms. Cosette. "Ah, um... Where are we going? There's a, a meeting, right? Shouldn't we be in the Greenhouse?" A bus. A bus? No, no, no, no, no. That wasn't going to happen; she'd walk if she had to. Did Vera know how small those were? How many people jammed into them, pushing up against you until you could scarcely breathe? How dreadfully stifling they were? No. She could get her own ride. Or something. But not a bus, never a bus. And where was Vera taking her, anyway? It was all so confusing...

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With a soft smile, the aged lady brushed past the pair, before continuing down the sidewalk with hardly a pause. “Good afternoon, dearies,” she uttered with a tinge of a northern accent. Vera merely nodded her head in greeting before watching as the bus screeched off, leaving behind the curious scent of pepperoni pizza. The high school student wrinkled her nose irritably, before getting distracted by Amara finally saying something.

Ah, um… Where are we going? There’s a, a meeting, right? Shouldn’t we be in the Greenhouse?” Amara asked, while Vera mentally rolled her eyes. Really, there was no helping people. It was just like the newbie to have no clue about anything at all. It was all very simple. It wouldn’t be harmful to get there early - after all, who knew if the Itex would show up with their guns blazing, looking to get back at them for their spectacular failure from the roof.

Vera forced a smile as she continued to explain everything to the slow-witted peer. Making sure to keep her voice as impeccably cheery as usual, she attempting to describe the current turn of affairs to the extraordinarily dumb student - it was just proof that Valencia’s trendy rich kids weren’t all that smart away from their smart phones and all that junk. “Remember the note that we found on the roof? We’ve planned to do something and maybe get the Grace stone fragment that they were talking about. Liesel’s been gloating about her success for the past weeks - er, when she wasn’t breaking things and screaming because the others left.”

“Anyways, there’s nothing to worry about. Lucas will know exactly what’s going on when he arrives at the greenhouse and see us not there.” And if he doesn’t, Liesel would be willing to point him in the right direction after reprimanding him for being late. “And since I really don’t want to end up being late and having to run and try to hurry, I figured that we might as well get a head start and start now. Come on - are you ready? You have your 50 cents ready for the subway ride, right? It won’t be very far anyways. I think you can probably convert your argen to cents there, but there’s always a long line in front of the machine ‘cause no one ever has the exact change. So hurry up, I’m raring to go and finally beat Itex at their own game.”

There. If the newb didn’t understand it even after that lengthy explanation, Vera was going to hit her on the head and hope that the trauma would help her regrow her paltry brain cells. It was too bad that Gage and Coraline had disappeared off into the depths of nowhere - heck, Vera had lost track of where they had disappeared to. It was really a shame that they had lost the ability to continue on their path. With their aid, the student council wouldn’t even have to cart around this brainless idiot. “So, are you ready yet?” Vera leaned in closely, before whispering in Amara’s ear. “You do have your mask with you, right? Or at the very least, you have your code phrase firmly in your brain?” Even though it was highly improbably that Itex would have a discrete sprinkling of agents in the area, there was no way that she would lose her most valuable possession.

“Everything will happen perfectly, but there’s no point in losing an opportunity to transform into someone better right?” she continued whispering, before pushing Amara forward slightly. “Don’t you love that thrill when the power just takes over and you become someone that’s just utterly perfect?” Then, Vera quickly plastered a smile on her face again, before skipping forward a few steps, feeling the wind in her hair. “Come on, Amy! There’s no time to waste on a Friday afternoon! It’ll just be a few stops by subway - and when we’re done with this task, we can go home and finally do something really worthwhile.” Vera couldn’t help but scan the sidewalk behind them, looking to see if their president had caught up with them… While there was no point in worrying, it felt odd to be on an Itex mission without Lucas.

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Often times it was easy to forget that ‘student council president’ was only a ruse, a cover-up title for something else entirely. There were many reasons for this, but it all came down to the fact that he still held all the same responsibilities, day after day, organizing events, contacting clubs, making sure the office knew what the students wanted, if they were satisfied, etcetera, etcetera – all things Lucas, in all honesty, only marginally cared about. He had too much on his mind as the so-called ‘leader’ of the Masked to spare hours of his supposed spare time for something as mundane as school.

But of course, the school itself didn’t know the full story, so Lucas Toland was unfortunately, subject to reminders of his unwanted status day after day after day. Yes, it was really a brilliant oversight on Mr. Torrings’ part… unless it wasn’t an oversight at all. The man had always had a peculiar sense of humor and it was more than likely that this had been some elaborate joke before… well… the incident.

Still, the fact remained that every day, Lucas had to juggle schoolwork, Masked duties, student council responsibilities, and every so often a family arrangement, often all at the same time… and he was anything but a multitasker. And this afternoon, as lovely as the weather was, it seemed that every sentient being in existence was trying to prove this point.

“I’m sorry, but we really need them printed by tomorrow…” Lucas protested, balancing his smartphone to his ear with his shoulder while attempting to finish off his email to the school counselor. Apparently budget cuts meant that the upcoming junior retreat wouldn’t be taking place at the beach after all, which had earned him much undeserved protest. And some students even had the gall to, while complaining, also make requests on behalf of their own little groups, one such group being the academy newspaper committee. It should have been one of their own club officials trying to reason with obstinate half-listening adults instead of him, but no. Their club leader asked Lucas, and he just couldn’t say no. It just never happened. Ever.

Sometimes, he infuriated himself.

“Y-yes, I know that we’ve only paid for one set, but – ” he was interrupted by the classroom door opening, and a vaguely familiar face peered in. Long dark hair set in braids, a serious countenance – Jeanne Haden. She was in his biology class, and always sort of distant. What business could she possibly have with him today of all days? With an apologetic smile, Lucas gestured to both his phone and his laptop, then mimicked writing on a piece of paper. The other girl shrugged, before taking up a post-it from the teacher’s desk near the front of the room and scribbling onto it.

Ah, shoot. The email had somehow turned into a log of his conversation instead of a report on student accounting. Why was it just so hard to do two things at once? Sometimes Lucas wondered how he even managed to breathe while thinking at the same time – well, perhaps he wasn’t that bad, but he was feeling more than irritated and perhaps just a tad self-critical at the moment. There was really nothing more to say.

Given the circumstances, he should have just given up and headed over to the greenhouse about… twenty minutes ago, and he would have been able to had he just said that simply two letter word that began with an ‘n’ and ended in an ‘o’. Ah, and now there was an orange square of paper on his screen. Lovely. He gave a half-hearted wave and smile to Jeanne, who just gave him a strange look before leaving. Thankfully, she closed the door.

“I… I don’t think the school would be willing to pay another… office-assistant-is-absent-please-write-the-announcements? No, no, sorry! That was, um, I was distracted.” As if things weren’t frustrating enough, just after that last blunder, he heard the tell-tale beep of his phone indicating that his time was up – there was another call on the line, and he had one guess as to who it was.

Hoping that for once, just once, she would take the hint, Lucas rejected the new call. It started up again almost immediately, competing with the bored drone of the printer company worker who was talking as if he didn’t understand a thing about how the system worked. The two noises, possibly the most aggravating noises Lucas had ever heard, just refused to stop. He had been trying to keep hold of himself and just finish the work himself before he left, but…

… He didn’t care anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be right back,” Lucas mumbled before setting the phone on the desk. Then, taking his time with slow, careful steps, he made his way to the classroom door and locked it. Checked the handle once. Twice. Secure. Good.

With one last resigned sigh, he held out his hand, then with only a moment’s hesitation, murmured to himself, “… Confidence is the key.” There was a flash of light, and a sudden weight upon his hand. It wasn’t heavy at all, really, more just a presence than anything. A mask. Torrings’ mask. The Emperor’s Mask. Those titles seemed to place so much importance into the one object, black and gold checkers across the right half of it, but in the end, it was his to use. And he chose to use it now. With yet another sigh, he fit the piece onto his face.

An immediate surge of reassurance. A sudden pressure upon his conscious mind. The weight of a gifted mask, Liesel had called it, as if she knew what she was talking about, but it wasn’t all that bad. Uncomfortable, but bearable for now.

But more importantly, now, he could actually get things done. Striding back and sweeping up his phone once more, Lucas brought it to his ear. “Alright, then. Let’s cut the nonsense,” he said flatly. “You delivered us our order on time, yes. I think I’ve made it clear that is not my complaint. My complaint is the fact that your printers saw fit to butcher the order, smear the ink, shuffle the pages like a deck of cards, and frankly did everything to ensure that it is anything but acceptable. And then you’re asking us to accept it.” Pointless protests. Tapping open a new document for his email, he cut the other party off. “Connect me to your superior.” Startled silence. “Well since you insist on being a hindrance, connect me to your superior,” he repeated, tone almost flippant in its nonchalance.

The email was, by this time, finished, edited, and sent. He started on the weekly announcements next. Really, all he had to do was copy paste the one from last week’s, change a few dates, and add information on the upcoming basketball game. Two minutes at most.

“No, I am not ‘just a high school kid’. I am a customer, a representative of the consumer that is one of the most respected schools in the city, and expect to be treated as such. Now, will you reprint those miserable excuses for final products or will we have to continue this tiresome conversation?” Some vague notion in the recesses of Lucas’ mind voiced its protest, aware that he was going way overboard over some stupid school publication, but when the other party finally conceded, there was nothing but a slight satisfaction. What an idiot. This whole hassle could have been avoided if they had just listened to him in the first place. “Good bye. I expect them tomorrow in the administration office by ten o’clock in the morning, and if they’re not there, we’ll be having another, less congenial, chat.”

He was on the line with Liesel with an economical flick of his thumb.

“I’ll find the others within eight minutes, I am well aware of what time it is, and yes, I know exactly the number of times you have attempted to call me. Now Liesel, take your rantings elsewhere and if not, make it quick because it’s really quite beneath me to indulge you in your temper tantrums.” His expression was deadpan, practically bored, as he typed away on his keyboard, waiting for the woman to break the silence.

Her voice was diluted at first, just a muttering of, “Oh, you’re wearing the mask again, are you?” before rising to her usual level of force. “Damn it, Lucas, take the damn mask off and get to the subway this instant! You are at school of all places and that’s enough of a risk as it is! We can’t have you gallivanting around in the Emperor’s mask, do you hear m – ”

“Hear, yes. Listening, no. We’ll continue this in five minutes,” was Lucas’ clipped reply. He could still hear the scientist shouting as he ended the call and blocked the number as well, sending his completed work to the office assistant at the same time. Now all that was left to do was make his way to the buses and the mission could finally commence… or he could simply transform and reach the center that much more quickly. There wouldn’t be worry of traffic at the very least.

However, there was of course, that nagging sense that the right course of action was indeed to remove the mask now that the task was done. Lucas knew this… but he didn’t want to. Why on earth would he possibly want to remove the mask when it gave him so much power and, really, made him so much more competent? Really, he might as well just live with it on. It would be doing the world such a favor…

‘But I go through this every time.’ The thought served to act as a barrier, severing the newer personality away from his old conscience. ‘And it would be an outright stupid move to walk out wearing a carnival mask!’

So with that thought solid in his mind, Lucas managed to bring himself to reach up and pry the mask off his face. Several sensations came washing over him – a chill as if losing a protective embrace, relief that he had managed to win against the ‘weight of a gifted mask’ once more, and most prominently… utter horror at his words towards the terrifying woman that was Liesel Moringmer.

And yes, he was very late.

Cramming his mask into the inside pocket of his backpack – the webbed one usually saved for pencils – he fumbled with his laptop, managing to untangle the cords before throwing that in as well and taking off at a sprint. He almost ran right into Jeanne, who was outside the door with hand poised in the air in a knock. He called a hurried apology before skidding a turn down the stairs and out the front door. Passing the guard, he managed a smile and a wave before setting off campus. He wasn’t sure where the others were, but a quick glance at the greenhouse had assured him that they weren’t there.

Finally, however, something decided to go right for him. Down the street to the left, although they were a little far, he could make out two distant, familiar figures. Although slightly out of breath, he secured his bag over his shoulder and pressed onwards, calling out, “Vera, Amara, wait! Sorry – I got a little held up with… stuff.”

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So... they were finally following the note, were they? It was about time, a month since they found it, right? Who would have thought that back then, Amy's first mission, moments after being "inducted" into the Masks, that Liesel would actually get something right? The others still appeared disillusioned, like it was all a stroke of luck, but Amy had high hopes, that everything would work out fine in the end. Liesel knew what she was doing, and the others were strong enough to support her! And the masks, they held real power, something she had never felt, something she was at once enticed by and fearful of trying. But why...

...the subway? Really? Not only a mass of people, fighting for tickets, for space, for anything, but it was underground! No hope of escape if anything went wrong, crushed by the bodies, the heat, the stench, even without... ugh! It's too much. Really, she couldn't go there. There was no way! People touching you, crammed into a tiny box, flying underground at who knows what speed, people rushing furiously on and off, no time, no space, no air, no, no... just people! All the people and nothing to do about it! How could others stand it? And she had more than enough money for a taxi ride, so couldn't they? There was a much simpler way to go about this, but Vera? She seemed to enjoy torturing her, watching for inadequacies at every turn. "The subway?" She managed to squeak out before Vera continued.

"You do have your mask with you, right? Or at the very least, you have your code phrase firmly in your brain?" The mask, right. She had the phrase, of course. It had been memorized a while back, though there had been no chance to use it until now. When you're not used to it.... Simple words, maybe too simple. At times, it was hard to avoid saying it on accident, but she had managed so far. To Vera, she nodded in assent, hoping it was registered before Vera continued on with her speech. Talks about the thrill of transforming, but Amy hadn't done that. She hadn't, right? "But... I haven't... umm..." Again, she was pushed by Vera's insistence, moving ever closer to the subway. No time to waste? To get on the subway? She shivered at the thought, and tried to stop Vera. "But... but... umm... the subway... it... umm... I can't!" It wasn't going to do anything, of that she was sure, but she wasn't sure what else she could do. "A taxi? I have... the money. We could get there? By taxi?"

From behind her, suddenly, "Vera, Amara, wait! Sorry – I got a little held up with… stuff." Lucas! Finally someone else to take the brunt of the attack! She turned to Vera, "Lucas is here! Umm, why don't we, umm, get his input?" She scampered toward Lucas, putting him between Vera and herself. "Hey, Lucas, um, we don't need to take the, subway, right? Umm... we could, a car, right, a taxi, something? Can you talk sense into Vera? The subway! Really! Think of all the people! She can't be serious? ...right?" Lucas would listen, right? He was on her side, there to help them? And it would be more direct, faster, better! It was to get there before Itex, so why not? "And it's... faster, the taxi," she mumbled as an afterthought.

Amy looked up at Lucas, glancing between him and Vera, a plea for help, for safety. Something had to be done, and they were there to do it. So they all had to be there. Lucas understood that, right? He wouldn't leave her behind just because Vera wanted the subway? Worse yet... drag her along? She'd... she'd... well, she had Lucas there to help out. So everything should work out just fine! Everything would work out.

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[Liesel’s portion was written by Cienpher.]
[Niv! You used my account!!!]
[Yes, yes, I got that... D: It was an accident okay! ... And it was a good post too. >.>]

Vera Chung | Thome


Caught in her own thoughts and the current of her relentless speech, the young sophomore missed the vast majority of whatever her companion was speaking about, except when they quieted slightly, just in time to catch the final pieces of her outburst. “A taxi? I have… the money. We could get there? By taxi?” The insistence of hers in taking a taxi bewildered Vera slightly, and she turned from her scanning of the road to stare at her. What was going on in her mind?

There was nothing questionable about taking a subway, right?

Her opinion immediately leaned towards the negative. Amara was most likely trying to show off her great affluence. Vera mentally rolled her eyes and her absolutely transparent attempt, and even then, the black-haired girl was certain that how much money the other could pull out of her wallet wouldn’t surprise her in the least. Valencia brats were always the same even if they changed their abode.

Thinking of this, she was lucky to catch a glimpse of a rapidly approaching person, whose brown hair and recognizable appearance made him their missing Student Council President. “Vera, Amara, wait! Sorry - I got a little held up with… stuff.” Her smile brightened extremely noticeably. Finally, just finally, he had caught up, and perhaps he would actually know what they were supposed to do.

Lucas is here! Umm, why don’t we, umm, get his input?” Vera had no idea what they needed his input on, but before she could say anything, the annoying brat had darted towards the junior. If she didn’t know anything, her companion seemed almost terrified. “Hey, Lucas, um, we don’t need to take the, subway, right? Umm… we could, a car, right, a taxi, something? Can you take sense into Vera? The subway! Really! Think of all the people! She can’t be serious?… right?

… ‘Talk sense into me?!’ … Wait, what?! That can’t be right.

Vera opened her mouth to interject her own opinions over the blabbering of the newbie, before, Amara continued in a near murmur. “And it’s… faster, the taxi. Vera ignored what seemed to be terror. It was just a mindless gushing of words from the other’s part, all because she evidently had no compassion for the environment or Vera’s own opinion. The optimistic sophomore’s eyes narrowed slightly, before stepping towards Lucas with an almost invisible scowl on her face.

“Lucas, I think that with this traffic, it’s better to use mass tra -.” Her voice was cut off when her jarring ringtone slowly emanated from her pocket. “Sorry, I’ll just take this call,” she murmured, the minute traces of anger leaking out of her tone. Rummaging around, she took out a glossy silver cell phone, before holding it up to her ear. After a few minutes pause while her phone did something high-tech, the electronic connected the call and emitted the oft-heard tone of Liesel. More precisely, an extremely irritated Liesel.

“Liesel?”

As always, the woman was in no mood for pleasantries. “Tell me the royal pain has finally decided to grace you with his presence, and if he’s there, tell him he better unblock my number or he’s dead.” Vera stared blankly at empty space, before her mind connected the two ideas together. The sheer idea that someone would be willing to block Liesel was akin to committing suicide. The royal pain would be a reference to…

Vera thought Amara, just because she was annoying, but Liesel hadn’t been particularly angry with her. Which left… Lucas. That was strange... He was always the one who was always listening to the irate woman, and had never provoked her before - not that she could remember, anyways.

“Yeah, he’s here,” the black-haired girl replied. “Do you want me to pass him the phone?”

The smoker answered in the negative, and Vera acceded, before hearing the telltale monotone beep that signified that the other party had hung up. “Lucas - it was Liesel,” she stated with a frown, arms on her hips. “She… seems to be upset with you, and really wants you to unblock her from your phone. Really? What were you thinking? She’s going to kill you and break stuff - and I just bought those teacups for the student council.”

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Now Lucas wasn’t exactly sure what had transpired between the two girls while he was stuck at school, but from what he could gather, it seemed to be at a stalemate… and he was expected to make the final choice. Taxi or the subway? Was it really such a big deal either way? Both girls of the Masked certainly seemed to think so, although he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. Still, Amara seemed almost frightened out of her wits, and that was concerning. He wanted to help, but at the same time… ‘That didn’t turn out so well with Kaden,’ he though sheepishly, scrabbling for anything that he could say to calm her down.

Unfortunately the boy didn’t have time to linger on the thought because he was distracted by Vera’s ringtone. Startled, he turned to her – why did he have a bad feeling about this?

Liesel?

Oh. That’s why. Even before Vera spoke, Lucas dropped his bag in a hurry, fumbling with both hands for his cell phone. Even from his distance, he could hear the frightening woman’s words, and he certainly didn’t miss the death threat tagged at the end. Why had he ever thought that using the mask was a good idea? Using the mask at school was never a good idea, no matter what the circumstances – he always ended up doing something monumentally stupid, embarrassing, or just plain offensive to everyone he cared about. Somehow, for some reason, he never seemed to learn this. It took him three tries to successfully unlock his phone in his rush before quickly unblocking the familiar number. His phone beeped mercilessly as countless missed notices flooded his screen. Wow. Liesel had a lot of free time…

He literally, visibly cringed when Vera asked if she ought to pass her own phone to him – that would have ended in bloodshed. Liesel would develop some means of science for the sheer purpose of murdering him over the phone. “It’s all that printer person’s fault,” he groaned under his breath, bringing his palm to his face. Internally he reminded himself, that no, no it wasn’t, it was no one’s fault but his own, but it was just overall such a bad day, that he didn’t want to take responsibility. In fact, deep down, he knew he did too much of that anyway.

By the time Vera was done with the call, Lucas was thoroughly more troubled than before. He hadn’t thought that possible at this stage. He heaved a sigh before answering, “Yeah, I know it was her, and I didn’t block her – well, technically it was me, but… I didn’t mean to!” He then lightly kicked his backpack on the sidewalk and added, “It was the… you know what I’m talking about.” His phone buzzed again, most likely with another murderous message to add onto the whole gigabyte’s worth.

“So, anyway, we need to get to the science labs, right?” he asked, changing the subject. He managed to hide his exasperation with a smile, but it was clear from the slump of his shoulders he didn’t quite have the same vigor from before. All the same, taking a few steps forward, he added, “I think there’s heavy traffic around this time of day on Main Street and Parker Avenue, so a subway trip might actually be better… uh, unless you’re say, uncomfortable with it, Amara.” He only realized belatedly that there had been more to the conflict than just subway vs. taxi. “Is there some kind of reason you want to take the taxi? I mean, it’s kind of a waste of money and all, too…”

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The Chariot ; Throme


Laughing, twirling, changing winds. How they played against the rooftops and the trees. Whoosh, the breeze.

Then suddenly, the breeze bored her. The Chariot shook it's head. Wandering was getting boring. And that mask that she'd been told to capture was no where to be seen. What a pity, it would be so fun taking them on too. Her sword was so hungry too. It would be starving by now.

Sighing once, she scaled easily up a tree, briefly considering a squirrel before discarding thinking about it. She was so bored. Maybe Itex would fix it when she went in to meet with whatever emissary they sent this time around. Maybe. Just maybe she could go in with her mask on, and see what happened to those who ended up late.

She wasn't going to be late this time, after all. The jingle of the alarm on her phone warned her she should start moving, but the Chariot let herself look around from the height of the tree first. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.

As she scaled down from the tree, she remembered for a brief moment about her currently odd coloured eyes. People would probably wonder at a girl with red eyes running down the street. Shaking the concern aside, she slipped Caledflwch into the Kendo sword case, and took off running. Most people wouldn't get a good enough look anyways. And really, she didn't care. Who could care when you ran as fast as the wind? Not that she was. She was sensible enough not to run too fast.

... Maybe, just a little.

She grinned. It wasn't fun not to take a dare. Soon enough Brio loomed up, and the Chariot smiled. On time, this time. Maybe she could surrogate the odd interloper from last meeting to make things more exciting. Steal some apricot whateverthatstuffwas. She was hungry anyways.

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Amy Calen; Throme


What, so now Lucas was taking Vera's side? No reason? No REASON??? How could they not understand? The bodies, the heat, encroaching every instant, growing closer and closer together until you just can't breathe, packed into the train, moving who knows how fast, because of the people, the darkness, the ground, trapped, trapped, trapped! HOW COULD THEY STAND IT??? It made no sense. Perfectly logical, perfectly logical, and if they wouldn't listen to reason, she at least would.

Amy took an almost threatening step toward the already worrying Lucas, her fluster at Vera's onslaught forgotten for the moment. "How could you not see the logic here? It's right in front of your face! Sure, money, time, but... the people! Think of all that could go wrong!" She hmphed, glaring sullenly at Lucas, now the target of whatever anger had suddenly appeared. "If you won't... If you don't... If... I..." She put her head in her hands, turning away to think, of the possibilities, thoughts rushing past before she decided, a few seconds pass in thought.

The mask. She could take it and transform, either letting that new personality go and get her there or... was there some skill she could use? She was regretting taking the time to experiment with the mask. She had considered it once, even putting the mask on, bringing up the words (had she said it? no, she couldn't have; she'd remember), but nothing farther. She had no idea of the skills, the looks, and what if the transformed... being? was unnatural? What if it didn't fit in in society at all? She'd have an even worse time getting to the subway, and getting a taxi would be even harder. Assuming that were the case, she'd have to go by foot, attracting whatever notice came, with nothing to do to detract from the notice. There would be no good repercussions from Liesel after that... And Lucas was having a hard enough time as it was. So no, she couldn't transform. Or wear a brilliantly gleaming mask in broad daylight for no reason. An Itex member might see. So what did that leave her?

Well, she could take the subw- NO. How did that thought even enter her head? That was out of the question! Unless... could Lucas or Vera do something? Well, if so, probably only with their masks. So back to the first idea, as a no. Subway was out of the way. Good. Now, on to whatever's next?

That left... the taxi. Whether they came or not. There wasn't anything they could do to stop her and no blatantly obvious reason not to do it. Well, there was the traffic, but didn't they have time? They had some... probably. Most likely. There was no time on the letter, and the traffic would clear up. More likely than not, Itex worked covertly at night, after visiting hours, closing hours, whatever time there would be the least disturbances. So they had time to spare that she could use. So that was her decision.


Turning now to face the both of them (now they were arranged in a sort of obtuse triangle), Amy gave her ultimatum. "I'm taking a taxi. I have the money, so come with me or not. Take the subway if you want; I'll meet you there. Bye." By the last, most of the anger had disappeared from her voice, leaving a dispassionate, impersonal tone. She gave one last look, then turned and strode away, nearing an empty part of the street and waving for a taxi. There was no need to look back. What happened happened. She'd done what she had to, and now it was their turn. She'd see where she stood in this group. And whatever consequences came from it...

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Kaden Jannsen; Brio


A long walk later, Kaden stepped into the hustle and bustle of Brio. Despite the dying down of tourists and natives populating the shops of Maybelle Avenue, Brio had managed to retain most of its members, with the few gone likely replaced by others. Surely a testament to Brio's management, marketing, and food, it allowed the cover that Brio provided to continue. And sure enough, like normal, Brio was crowded, filled with a variety of people. For whatever reason, Rie was gone, so Gwen was rushing to and fro, overworked as usual but even more so. Ren was at the counter, smiling his usual smile and making concoctions. As Kaden walked through to the back, he passed by a booth where a familiar face sat: Aki Evedane. Why was he here? Oh well, he looked busy with the person... wait, that was a counselor, wasn't it? That explained some things...

Putting that out of his mind for now, Kaden moved to the back, caught Ren's eye, and gestured to the door, continuing at Ren's nod of affirmation. Pulling open the door, he went where they always met, every Friday since that first meeting. Judgement was going to be there, or so he assumed, and maybe some other people had decided to arrive early as well. He'd see when he arrived. In the meantime, he brought out a notepad and began sketching while walking. The varied drinks and snacks carried around by waiters made him feel in the mood to create one of his own. Maybe he'd see if they could replicate his drawings?

He only got finished with the beginnings of the first drawing during his walk. It was chocolate. Pure, utter chocolate. Well, a mix of many different types, but it was all there. A small, cubic section of cake, cut to show the many different layers, each one different from the rest - the standard milk, dark, white, along with mint, peanut butter, hazelnut, cherry, strawberry, blueberry, lemon, cream, vanilla, ground nuts, assorted candies, and probably more left unnamed or to be added, each swirled within its own grade of chocolate to create a rainbow of colors rooted in the foundation of rich brown chocolate. It would be interesting to see what they made of it, even if he wouldn't eat it. Oh, but he had arrived now. Opening the door and walking in, Kaden went to the nearest available seat to await orders. And continued drawing...

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Vera Chung | Throme


Images of shattered porcelain danced inside Vera’s mind eye. She actually really liked those cups in the first place, and also dreadfully missed having cups of tea during the meetings. There went her amazing plan - they were probably only little pieces by this time. Well, whatever, Lucas can buy them the next time because it was his fault. The student council president sighed before answering her question. “Yeah, I know it was her, and I didn’t block her,” Vera’s mind went blank as she tried to figure out how to connect these two pieces of information together. First, Liesel said she did, and then Lucas said he didn’t. “Well, technically it was me, but… I didn’t mean to! I was the… you what I’m talking about.” Oh! A spark of comprehension dawned on her. Lucas had been using his… Emperor’s mask during school and somehow hadn’t been caught. She rounded on him with her hands on her hips, but anyways, it really didn’t matter.

So, anyway, we need to get to the science labs, right?” The older boy smiled and took a few steps forward. “I think there’s heavy traffic around this time of day on Main Street and Parker Avenue, so a subway trip might actually be better…” Vera shot a grin at Amara - she knew that Lucas would’ve taken her side against the Valencia brat. And it was obvious why, too. Not only was the subway better all arond, but he must’ve also seen through the newb’s disguise and seen just how odd she really was. “uh, unless you’re say, uncomfortable with it, Amara. Is there some kind of reason you want to take the taxi? I mean it’s kind of a waste of money and all, too…

She knew that she could count on Lucas to realize her logic, and the lack of thinking on her part. Wasn’t it obvious from the beginning - everything pointed towards taking the subway. But Amara obviously wouldn’t understand anything anyways. The newb looked almost as though her life rested on being able to take the taxi. “How could you not see the logic here? It’s right in front of your face! Sure, money, time, but… the people!” … Well, it was obvious she was from Valencia here. People in Throme being threatening? Vera could’ve laughed had this conversation gone on longer than necessary. “Think of all that could go wrong!” ‘You mean like missing our stop because I fell asleep or that someone tries to sell you newspapers?’ Vera couldn’t stop that slightly catty thought, but refrained from saying anything.

Wow, she really was emotionally vested in this topic. Not that Vera wasn’t, but the newb looked… strange. “If you won’t… If you don’t… If… I…” Placing her head in her hands, the girl turned around her before doing some mockery of thinking. “I’m taking a taxi. I have the money,” Vera scoffed mentally, but gave no intention of her scorn on her face. “so come with me or not. Take the subway if you want; I’ll meet you there. Bye.

Blah, blah, blah. Vera really couldn’t care about what she had to say. Her tone didn’t make it any better - it sounded as though she was talking to a tree or something. The girl strode away and made an attempt to take the taxi, before Vera looked at Lucas with annoyance in her eyes. “Let her do whatever she wants. I’m going to take the subway.” She then shot Lucas a smile and a shrug. “I wonder what’s gotten into her. She’s been pushing taking the taxi for the last couple of minutes - it’s time that we could have used in a more productive manner.”

While Vera was quite upset that her voice sounded petulant, she turned and kept walking down the street with the assumption that Lucas would follow her. That much was a given - the subway was so much more important and helpful and great and… well, basically everything. That Valencia brat would have to deal with the consequences of her little fit. The subway station was just a few minutes away, and the black-haired girl merely stuck her hand in her pocket and felt the few argen that were rattling around there. Perfect. Just enough money to take the subway.

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Aki Evedane; Brio


“Ah, children, children,” Mrs.Haverland waved her bright painted hand airily through the air. “They are the reason for my existence. My nephews are so cute! Aki, did I show you a picture of them before? They are positively angels!” Despite the irritated looking high schooler’s shake of the head, she preceded to dig through her wallet to pick out a slightly battered photograph. On it was a child, probably of no more than three years of age with a chubby pout carrying an equally plump stuffed tiger. “Can you believe that the oldest is now almost in middle school? How fast they grow! I always meant to -.”

“Mrs.Haverland. I believe we have gone over this topic perhaps three times in the last ten minutes,” interrupted the black-haired, blue-eyed junior. “If you have nothing of importance to say, would you mind releasing me? I am quite busy, and this is not the most effective use of my time.” He pushed himself out of the comfortable booth to leave, before the school counselor pulled him back into a seated position.

“Now, now, Aki! I am afraid that I’ll have to write a note about that.” She drew her hands up in the much-hated air quotes gesture that she was much in the habit of doing. “Impatient. Doesn’t listen to superiors talk. And how many times have I asked you to drop the formality? We have these conversations almost every week, so I don’t see a point in you calling me Mrs.Haverland. Just call me Sarah.”

“Mrs-.” There was no way that he would forego his formality for the sake of a simple woman who really did not understand the subtleties of emotion. Aki had the itching doubt somewhere in the back of his mind that she was only putting up his facade to bother him. He knew that the school would not, in any case, hire anyone claiming to be a counselor who did not even understand the very basics of their profession.

“Sarah.” She waved one hand in his direction as though swatting at a particularly annoying mosquito. “How many times do I have to -.” Since it took her this long to get something this easy, it might have taken her the entire of her life to get her degree… that is if she actually had earned one and not bought it. But enough was enough. Her mindless prattling was really getting on his nerves.

“Sarah Haverland,” said Aki in a tone that brokered no competition.

She frowned in what she thought to be a grandmotherly way. “Now, now, Aki. Please don’t make me do this, but I’m afraid that if you keep this up, I’ll have to write something about it in your recommendation.” The air quotes appeared again, and Aki barely managed to keep himself from walking off. “Doesn’t listen to those he should.” She took her time in taking out a embellished pen from her cheap-looking purse, before she scrawled something on the yellow pad of paper in front of her. It was already filled with her signature loopy purple handwriting. Looking down at it, she uttered, almost nonchalantly. “I see that we have much to correct for the end of this year - do you really want all this negative stuff to go to the colleges you’re applying for?”

In response, he merely caught the eye of a nearby harried waiter. The silver-haired one. “Excuse me, but could we please have our check?” He waved his hand towards the empty cup in front of him, holding a mostly-gone cherry Amerstall. He had spent the better part of his time attempting to explain the taste which he had only remembered through the blurry metaphors of his other’s faulty memory. Thank goodness that food seemed to pique its interest - people seemed lacking. It seemed pretty much the same, although lacking the peculiar taste of apricot.

It was around this time that he assumed he had stumbled upon the strange meeting, and although not stumbling upon anyone that he recognized (there were a lot of people who decided to spend their Friday afternoons in the crowded café, especially from his school), Aki was determined not to lose the opportunity to perhaps find the clue he had been waiting for. Such an opportunity only came once a week anyways.

“What are you doing, Aki?!” came an angry look from his counselor. Her arthritis forgotten when it no longer served her purpose, she stood up and called back the waiter. “Forget about your previous order from this upstart kid. We’re not leaving.” Such a statement ruined the ambience of the café. It was much too loud and much too forceful. Eyes were quickly drawn to their corner of the busy building, and Aki wished that he was anywhere but here. He hated the attention of those much too bothersome and dour to create their own entertainment.

The waiter, however, seemed only mildly affected by the confusing turn of events. He remained standing there, as though waiting for their little disagreement to finish. Seeing as Miss. Twinkletoes didn’t seem like she would drop the topic anytime soon, he decided to give in. All these eyes staring at him was, while not a strange occurrence for him, still a very irritating one. It was just like things to go perfectly against his plan. “Very well, we shall wait.”

“I’m glad that you actually know what’s good for you,” came the insipid reply, before Aki purposely turned his eyes away from the babbling, stout lady. She evidently noticed because she started spouting angry phrases, one after the other as though they were going out of style. “You! Aki, are you listening to me? Do you want me to write about this on your recommendation? Hm? Doesn’t think before acting? By this point, I don’t think that any of the universities that you were planning on going to -.”

Once she got started, the only thing that he could really do was to tune her out. Instead, he scanned the crowded café for the strange people that he had met last time. Then, catching sight of another person from his school, hurrying through the crazy business of Brio. Because there really was nothing to do (and that counselor showed no signs of shutting up any time soon) he followed him with his eyes to see him disappear into the curious back rooms.

Could it be…?

Could this really be what he was looking for?

And what were his classmates up to anyways?

Well, there was no way that he was going to allow such a clue to escape him. Ignoring Old Miss Twinkletoes’ increasingly loud protests, “Aki, is this is any way to treat a lady? You’re not leaving, are you? What are you thinking? You’d better be not leaving,” he got up to leave, just to be latched onto by the irritating counselor. Luckily for him, his weapons training finally came in handy for once, and he managed to unbalance her enough to slip away. The blue-eyed boy slipped into the stream of people, but kept his eyes firmly placed on the door that the guy from the park disappeared into.

Perhaps he was being quite the noticeable spy, but there was no way that he’d dare take out his mask in such a visible and prominent location. Mrs.Haverland stood on the very tip of her likely-fuchsia toes and tried with all of her might to find him again. He ducked down lower, pleading to whatever force of goodness in the world to make her go away, before sneaking into the very center of the swirling stream of people.

Now I wait…

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Lucas Toland | Throme


If someone asked Lucas exactly how long he stood at the bus stop, confused and speechless, he wouldn’t have had an answer. In fact, his only response would probably have been, “Too long,” – at least, that was how it seemed to him. He would, however, be able to elaborate on the things that ran through his head during the duration of time he stood there like the indecisive idiot he was.

‘Great. What do I do now?’ was his last coherent thought. The things that followed couldn’t quite be called coherent, and they were more a coalescence of feelings and impulse than anything even reminiscent of rational thought. He was torn between confusion and frustration, but his immediate and most prominent emotion was simply concern. Perhaps paranoia might have been the better word. Now Throme may have been one of the safer cities in the world, but that meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Especially with Itex around.

There was a reason they were supposed to travel as a group after all! Although they knew near nothing about the illusive organization, it was evident that Itex was powerful and deeply involved in the workings of the city. That was made abundantly clear when Mr. Torrings… passed away. He knew that, and the others should have known that too! It was clear that they didn’t because otherwise the girls wouldn’t have bickered and split up over… over transportation. The destination was the same place anyway!

… He just didn’t understand girls.

He sighed at the thought, kicking his bag. It scuffed across the sidewalk, hitting the metal pole that held up the universal bus sign. No, that wasn’t it – he just didn’t understand people in general. It was times like this that he missed Gage or Coraline. Either of them would have been able to prevent this situation. Either of them would have been so much more of an asset to this team. Always levelheaded, the former Jack was always ready for anything. The former Queen was a far more sensitive person than he ever was, and she always resolved conflict when it arose. This line of thought was depressing. “Why did you both have to leave?” Lucas muttered under his breath, before something caught his eye.

A large blue bus was coming down the road.

Immediately his hands flew for his cell phone – had it really been so long already? He’d been standing there long enough for the next bus to pull up? As if to prove that yes, he had, the bus ambled along the sidewalk before heaving itself to a stop by the sign and the boy. Lucas stared for a moment at the vehicle, wide-eyed, phone in one hand with the other tucked in his pocket… before reaching down and grabbing his bag. He’d wasted enough time thinking, reminiscing… whatever he was doing.

He claimed a seat near the back – fortunately the bus was empty enough that he had a free space next to him for his bag. However, unconsciously, Lucas tucked his bag into the corner, trying to keep it from sight. After all, due to his lack of good judgement before, he had something dangerous in that bag… No one could see him with that mask. His hand immediately reached for his throat, touching the cord that slipped under his shirt. He knew it was a risk to wear that stone around his neck as well… but that was the start of everything. He wasn’t willing to give it up.

He spent the first few minutes of the bus ride in silence, pondering, staring out the window. The city of Throme was deceptively peaceful. “It’s wearing its own mask,” he murmured with a wry smile. That was a terrible pun, but it was also true… and only those with masks themselves could see what lied beneath the cover of the city. And these thoughts brought him in a complete circle back to his initial thoughts.

Vera – the subway could be dangerous with all those people… but she was smart. Lucas probably didn’t have to worry, but that didn’t mean that he could stop. As for Amara with the taxis, it wouldn’t be the first time someone he knew was swindled out of their money…

Finally, he gave in and did something he probably should have done a long time ago.

He called Vera first, solely because she was closer to the top of his call log.

And now he waited.

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Nivcien Science Institute

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Nivcien Science Institute - The largest research laboratory owned by Nivcien Science Corporations, in northern Throme

Floor 2

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Floor 2 - Cinema

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Cenriel - the academy that is far more than it seems...

Liron River Pier

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Floor 7

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Cherry Grove Park

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The Greenhouse

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The Greenhouse - the 'student council' meeting place.

Fountain Square

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Fountain Square - a splendid city plaza

City Hall

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The Museum of Throme Art and History

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Maybelle Avenue

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Maybelle Avenue - more than just a line of shops... the shopping district in all its glory

Goatstone Bridge

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Sagaro Mall

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Brio

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Character Portrait: Lucas Toland
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Character Portrait: Vera Chung
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En2

???

Character Portrait: Liesel Moringmer
Liesel Moringmer

"If you don't take this seriously, I'll kill you before Itex does, you hear me?"

Character Portrait: Vera Chung
Vera Chung

"No, it's fine. It's no bother really. Really! So, is there anything that I can do to help?"

Character Portrait: Damien Braveheart
Damien Braveheart

"...I simply exist...to fulfill my role..."

Character Portrait: Star
Star

"You're out of options." *Smirk*

Character Portrait: Treia Rawler
Treia Rawler

Don't do anything if there's nothing to be done.

Character Portrait: Elegant Harlequin
Elegant Harlequin

The Joker

Character Portrait: Amara "Amy" Calen
Amara "Amy" Calen

"Ah, that was... a joke? Could you tell it again? I missed it..."

Character Portrait: Caine Strauss
Caine Strauss

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Character Portrait: Elegant Harlequin
Elegant Harlequin

The Joker

Character Portrait: Star
Star

"You're out of options." *Smirk*

Character Portrait: Lucas Toland
Lucas Toland

"Grace Stone... Itex... things have gotten so complicated..."

Character Portrait: Treia Rawler
Treia Rawler

Don't do anything if there's nothing to be done.

Character Portrait: En2
En2

???

Character Portrait: Kaden Jannsen
Kaden Jannsen

"Oh, sorry, you were there? I hadn't realized. I was too busy writing. What do you want?"

Character Portrait: Vera Chung
Vera Chung

"No, it's fine. It's no bother really. Really! So, is there anything that I can do to help?"

Character Portrait: Amara "Amy" Calen
Amara "Amy" Calen

"Ah, that was... a joke? Could you tell it again? I missed it..."

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-The Emperor's Mask, a True Mask-

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-The Emperor's Mask, a True Mask-

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"...I simply exist...to fulfill my role..."

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Star

"You're out of options." *Smirk*

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Character Portrait: Lucas Toland
Lucas Toland

"Grace Stone... Itex... things have gotten so complicated..."

Character Portrait: Amara "Amy" Calen
Amara "Amy" Calen

"Ah, that was... a joke? Could you tell it again? I missed it..."

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Floor 2 - Cinema

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Floor 1 - Standard Shops, Designer Clothes, Cosmetics, Electronics, etc.

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Throme - a city of urban wonders

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Cenriel - the academy that is far more than it seems...

Liron River Pier

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Liron River Pier - The largest pier on Liron River

Floor 7

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Floor 7 - Food Court and Classy Restaurants

Cherry Grove Park

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The Greenhouse

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The Greenhouse - the 'student council' meeting place.

Fountain Square

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Fountain Square - a splendid city plaza

City Hall

City Hall by RolePlayGateway

City Hall - the heart that keeps the city moving

The Museum of Throme Art and History

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MTAH - art galleries and historical exhibits

Maybelle Avenue

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Maybelle Avenue - more than just a line of shops... the shopping district in all its glory

Goatstone Bridge

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Goatstone Bridge - A bridge linking both sides of Throme.

Sagaro Mall

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Sagaro Mall - a multilstoried dream building of wonders and everything else you can think of

Brio

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Brio - the best café of the era

The Roof

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Roof - Rooftop Rose Gardens, Children's Playground of Spades, and Suna Stargazing Observatory

Dullahan Library

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The Library - Officially the Branch Library of the Dullahan Foundation

Back Rooms

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Back Rooms - No Unauthorized Entry

Brio

Maybelle Avenue Brio Owner: RolePlayGateway

Brio - the best café of the era

Cenriel Academy

Throme Cenriel Academy Owner: RolePlayGateway

Cenriel - the academy that is far more than it seems...

The Greenhouse

Cenriel Academy The Greenhouse Owner: RolePlayGateway

The Greenhouse - the 'student council' meeting place.

Floor 6

Sagaro Mall Floor 6 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 6 - Nebula Skating Rink

The Roof

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Roof - Rooftop Rose Gardens, Children's Playground of Spades, and Suna Stargazing Observatory

Cherry Grove Park

Throme Cherry Grove Park Owner: RolePlayGateway

Cherry Grove Park - a peaceful site with a fountain square

Basement

Sagaro Mall Basement Owner: RolePlayGateway

Basement - The B1, B2, and B3 floors of Sagaro Mall

Liron River Pier

Liron River Pier Owner: RolePlayGateway

Liron River Pier - The largest pier on Liron River

Floor 1

Sagaro Mall Floor 1 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 1 - Standard Shops, Designer Clothes, Cosmetics, Electronics, etc.

Sagaro Mall

Throme Sagaro Mall Owner: RolePlayGateway

Sagaro Mall - a multilstoried dream building of wonders and everything else you can think of

Floor 5

Sagaro Mall Floor 5 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 5 - Liars Arcade

Fountain Square

Fountain Square - a splendid city plaza

Dullahan Library

Throme Dullahan Library Owner: RolePlayGateway

The Library - Officially the Branch Library of the Dullahan Foundation

Nivcien Science Institute

Nivcien Science Institute - The largest research laboratory owned by Nivcien Science Corporations, in northern Throme

Back Rooms

Brio Back Rooms Owner: RolePlayGateway

Back Rooms - No Unauthorized Entry

Floor 2

Sagaro Mall Floor 2 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 2 - Cinema

Floor 3

Floor 3 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 3 - Standard Stops and Leroy's Ice Cream

The Museum of Throme Art and History

MTAH - art galleries and historical exhibits

Maybelle Avenue

Throme Maybelle Avenue Owner: RolePlayGateway

Maybelle Avenue - more than just a line of shops... the shopping district in all its glory

Floor 7

Sagaro Mall Floor 7 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 7 - Food Court and Classy Restaurants

City Hall

Throme City Hall Owner: RolePlayGateway

City Hall - the heart that keeps the city moving

Floor 4

Sagaro Mall Floor 4 Owner: RolePlayGateway

Floor 4 - Auditorium / Performance Space

Goatstone Bridge

Throme Goatstone Bridge Owner: RolePlayGateway

Goatstone Bridge - A bridge linking both sides of Throme.

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