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Oskana Sonnen

"I'm looking for something that can't be found. Wanna help?"

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a character in “Masks of the Soul”, as played by Castella

Description

Oskana Sonnen
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Grade
10th Grade

Role
The Hermit

If Itex, blurb?
Don't expect much from her, just the unexpected.

Which Masks do they possess?
False Mask of the Hermit

Gender
Female

Age
16 and turning 17 during the summer

Personality
One may describe Oskana as an abstract thinker stuck in a body of one much too young. She is genuine to the very end and is very bluntly so, often vocalizing her sarcastic, and on rare occasions, offensive streams of thought. Despite her obvious intelligence, she does rather poorly in class, having little effort in learning the material. Instead, she spends her time doodling in the margins of her notebook, her boredom so painfully obvious that Oskana may be the first to die for boredom. So rare it is for something to appear that would perk Oskana's interest that view of the world has turned from rose to grey. Even when problems that would normally topple a classmate are thrown in her direction, her logical mindset allows her to brush it away like dust on her shoulder.

No surprise, Oskana is the oddity of a girl that drifts from one person to the next, curious to see if there's a person in the world that can hold her interest for more than 5 minutes.

As a girl of slight build and short stature, it can be hard to believe that there are many that dare not approach her. Fearful of a burning remark or being brushed off for asking a 'stupid' question, talking to her tends to be difficult at first. However, many find that Oskana makes for an excellent tutor, explaining things in a new light. Teachers are no-doubt confused by the conflict between her poor grades but excellent tutoring skills but decided not to question it, allowing Oskana to publicly offer tutoring at the school.

Being logical and cynical doesn't mean that she has to be monochromic as well. Oskana is a vivid young woman with a strong voice and an open mind. There is nothing else in the world that she enjoys then thrill of a deep and mind-bending conversation that elicits laughter when she has been out-witted. While it's true that half of what she says is either sarcastic or rhetorical, she usually says it in good-spirit. A common stereotype is that she may be found in the library during her free hours, reading on the next great theory or whatnot, but this isn't always true. In fact, she finds that she can learn more by chatting it up with the restaurant waiter then digging through a book about waiting. While books are defiantly amazing sources of wisdom from ages ago, there is only so much that you can learn.

Oskana isn't without insecurities though. Some of which tend to be thoughts greater then herself, the eternal question "Why am I here," constantly plaguing her mind. The fact that she doesn't have a close friend to speak of doesn't help either. There are times where Oskana would take a stroll out to Cherry Grove Park to simply preach to the birds and bees as there isn't another person that wants to spend time with her. No matter how deep she delves, Oskana still can't figure out what's wrong with her. Questions of morals and greed have been plaguing her sleep of late as she has only recently joined the Itex cause.

Brief Description
Oskana Sonnen is a small girl of slight build, standing at 5'3 and weighing only 105lbs. Wisps of black hair sit upon her head in a disorderly manner, framing her face in a way that seems to emphasize the usually boredom in her eyes. She prefers to wear dresses of modest cut over pants or skirts. There's little variation of color in her closet, with most of it being brown or gray with the occasional blue thrown in there.



Skill(s)/Abilities
Above all else, Oskana is a clear and logical thinker, rarely succumbing to bouts of emotion. She defiantly isn't the sporty type and finds the typical sporting events to be loud and obnoxious. The one sport that she does participate in is swimming and diving, which she does rather well in. From all that doodling during class periods, she isn't a pushover when it comes to drawing. She could make an excellent propagandist as her arguments tend to be so sound that there is little to question.

Likes
Gum~ Not the fruity-tutti kind either. A strong spearmint flavor gum can keep Oskana satisfied for days on end given that the gum's flavor can actually last that long. She finds the cool flavor refreshing and cleansing while being easily accessible.

Card Games~ Whither it be poker, blackjack, go-fish, Egyptian rat-screw, Oskana probably knows how to play and play well she does. Whenever awkward or board, she likes to whip out a miniature deck of cards and learn a bit about her opponent. It also happens to be a convenient ice-breaker.

Swimming~ There isn't anything in the world more relaxing than a good swim. Oskana tends to compare swimming with falling up...

Cafes~ High areas of traffic where peoples of all kinds pass through. It's the perfect place for the exchange of stories and the meeting of lives.

Horoscopes and fortune cookies~ Not because they're accurate, but amusing.

Opera~ Oskana finds classical opera and Elizabethan plays to be charming and creations of pure genius. She's currently holds the title of "The Last One Clapping" and is on a first-name basis with the staff of the fine arts theater.


Dislikes
Stupid People~ Or arrogant people. Or ignorant people. Or obnoxious people.

Fried Foods~ There's nothing more disgusting then something dipped in boiling oil.

Mirrors~ Mostly because Oskana always finds herself in front of one, talking to herself when she feels lonely. Don't worry, this only happens when the worst happens....

Happy Endings~ Because we all know that they are lies.

Doing something for personal gain~ It's more of a moral weight then an actual dislike. Especially if it's done at the expense of another.

Alcohol~ It's a terrible thing that has not rational that can justify it.




Phobia
Fear of being alone or Monophobia While not severe, being alone for a prolonged amount of time tends to rile Oskana's nerves. This is a problem as her house tends to be dead silent with only her. Her desire for a cat cannot be expressed in words.

Fear of being Useless~ A fear that rears its ugly face at least twice a day. She often wonders if thinking every did anything for the world. If it might be better to just do something rather than to preach some unwilling sap.



History
Oskana was born and raised in Throne to parents that were obviously too busy and occupied to give the love that a child so desires. This family didn't last that long as Oskana's father soon developed a gambling addiction and a lengthy divorce filing soon followed; a process that lasted for a good period of Oskana's preschool years. A process that would affect Oskana for years to come

Oskana's childhood was relatively quiet while she was under the custody of her mother. She became very independent from her mother who always seemed to be away working one place or another. Thus, Oskana was forced to developed her own set of morals and theory about the world, the influence from her father and mother being very minimal. At an early age, she displayed the desire to learn more in-depth than what lessons provided her at school. As she hit adolescence the education system stopped interesting Oskana entirely and her era of boredom began.

Before the beginning of her freshman year of high school, a strange woman approached her during her usual stroll through Cherry Grove Park offering her strange things with fantastical promises. Logically, she refused adamantly. It sounded just like a creepy man offering candy to little kids. But it didn't mean that the woman's offer didn't catch her attention. Such a thing sounded like a lunatic’s game but interesting nonetheless.

The next day, in a series of events that happened to perfectly to be coincidental, Oskana found herself rescuing that very woman from drowning in the community pool. Wet, soggy, and tired, Oskana did not discover that the woman had slipped a mask into her bag until later that night. More bored and confused then cautious and suspicious, she examined the mask before, inevitably slipping the mask on herself.

Crush
TBA

Other
Anything else?

So begins...

Oskana Sonnen's Story

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Aki Evedane; Cherry Grove Park


”No,” stated a boy in Aki’s class. “Not to be disrespectful, Miss, but you are boring,” he continued on to say in a truthful, blunt voice. It shook Aki out of his reverie before he looked alertly around. 'It is always nice to know that someone who will just come out and say the truth - he seems interesting enough.' Turning his blue eyes towards the speaker, Aki noticed his strange colored hair. How strange - blue-grey… After a brief cursory glance, Aki hid a slight amused twitch of his lips. 'No wonder he is so slight and fragile-looking. There was no need for the boy to use a weapon if his tongue was so sharp.' The teacher turned red - bright red.

Ms. Runa Lyall, the history teacher, kept blabbering for a while - ignoring the blank, glazed-over stares of all of Aki’s fellow students around her. Aki hid a slight frown as he saw the Student Council President fiddle around with his phone - wasn’t he supposed to be a good example to everyone else? “So, class, have fun with the scavenger hunt, and the first person to finish it gets a prize. That’s all there will be time for before it’s time to dismiss you all from school. Have a wonderful weekend!” she said, in what was supposed to be a chipper tone. She was obviously annoyed though; maybe it had something to do with the earlier statement.

The class quickly dispersed, the President putting down his cell phone to follow the crowd. Aki sighed and with an annoyed smile started to stride off from his tree. The sun’s heat beat down on his mercilessly, and he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief from his pocket - still holding his silver box in his left hand. Reaching to put the handkerchief back, his hand dislodged his roll of bandages, and the roll fell to the ground. Aki gave a deep sigh as he bent down and picked it up. He froze when his fingers grazed the white surface of his bandages - there was a pair of feet in the distance. 'Strange… I wonder what’s going on...'

He glanced at it before looking back at the piece of paper in his hand. 'Which is of a higher priority?' With a frown, he ignored the feet and took a glance at the paper - the scavenger hunt he had gotten from his teacher. Sighing to himself, he placed his mask on the ground - it was quite hard to write while holding it. Aki quickly scratched his answers into the blank space on the sheet before bending down to pick his second most important possession from the dirty ground. That done, he walked off to find his blabbering teacher - who had seemingly disappeared. Seeing her bright silver blouse, he walked faster, spotting the guy who had made her red - the Blunt Guy. He vaguely recognized the classmate on his way. Rushing up to the teacher who was enjoying a walk, Aki handed her the sheet as she stared at him blankly. “What’s this for?” she asked.

“The scavenger hunt, madam. I’m done,” murmured Aki quickly. Her face blanched when she looked at the carefully written answers which were all in his meticulous print of a handwriting.

“Aki, you’re supposed to visit the various parts of the park in order to fill it out. I am afraid that due to your cheating, I won’t be able to give you a prize,” she murmured, annoyed. She was no doubt wanting to go back to her peaceful walk through the park instead of dealing with him - they always did.

“Miss Lyall, I already knew the answers. And the prize is of secondary concern, as always. There is no need for a prize,” murmured Aki in reply before leaving abruptly. He had things to do… his pace quickened as he saw a nice half-circle of trees where he wouldn’t be bothered by any of his annoying classmates. Closing his eyes in anticipation of the peace and quiet, his foot caught on something, and he suddenly lurched to the ground. He gave a huff of annoyance before again before looking back to see what obstacle was in his way.

It was the feet from before.

He blinked once, twice, before he realized what had happened. In his reverie, he had tripped over someone - and quite rudely at that. This someone possessed black hair and was wearing a grey dress - a girl? From school perhaps? Lifting himself up from the ground, he brushed the dirt off of his pants quickly before offering his right hand to the girl. “I apologize. Ot was a mistake on my part. Would you accept my condolences?” He waited for her reply, inwardly seething. 'When was I forced into interacting with these people? … My hope for being alone ruined…' An aloof smile pasted itself on his face - his customary expression. 'I’ll wear my mask tonight and have a nice walk. The roofs of the skyscrapers are far emptier than the street. At the very least, I’ll be able to have some peace and quiet then.' It was then that he realized he was still holding his silver box with his mask inside… in plain sight. Moving it adeptly behind himself, he hoped that the girl didn’t realize. It would bring him unnecessary attention and curiosity as most did not own a mask in his school. Peering more closely at the girl, Aki Evedane gave a slight blink of relief. 'She's not one of the Maskies, so she shouldn't know the importance, but if she tells them... that will be the end of my peace and quiet.'

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Aki Evedane; Cherry Grove Park

Aki remained still as the girl rolled on her back and propped herself upwards on her elbows. When he saw her give him a brief glance, he sighed slightly… 'Hopefully she doesn’t know who I was yet. Those rumors are quite bothersome.’ Suddenly, her mouth opened wide in a large yawn before she heaved herself upwards. “Er, don’t worry too much about it. Accidents happen. I shouldn’t really be sleeping in the middle of the lawn anyways. I guess that the stupid scavenger hunt that they give out every year bores me so much that it put me to sleep,” she said as though she couldn’t care less. Aki tilted his head slightly before the girl shrugged her shoulders and brushed herself.

Seeing her large, true smile, Aki sighed again, before standing back up. ‘She doesn’t seem to upset - maybe I can leave now?’ His hopes were dashed when after looking around, the girl started to speak. “Ah, right, well, I’m Oskana, if you want to know. You’re Aki, right? I’m sorry if that was a bit creepy, you’re just well known around the school, is all,” she said, a bit awkwardly. She shifted on her feet, before continuing, “Strange how being a little different can make you a subject of a conversation. Speaking of which, do you have any idea of what’s going on at the main fountain? From here it looks like some kind of celeb paparazzi blitz.” It was then that she finally glanced back up.

Aki met her ramblings with a silent pause. He took a deep breath before forcing himself to interact with the girl - Oskana - was that her name? “It is good to meet you, Oskana,” he looked around. 'Sheesh. All of the Student Council seems to be busy somewhere - seems like I have to deal with this then. Why are they never around when I needed them? Is their position just for show? They’re supposed to be here for helping everyone - instead of forcing me to interact with these students...’

“Yes, my name is Aki Evedane. Follow the rumors much?” he asked, with a slight frown. “It’s not strange, Oskana. Humans will naturally find interest in those who don’t quite fit in -,” he then grimaced slightly, before smoothing his face back into his blank smile. 'Keep things light. It will allow you to escape this conversation earlier.' Turning towards the commotion, he gave a slight nod. “It's our mayor. I suppose it has something to do with the statue that they’re erecting later.” He, then, looked at the girl, before seeing the bruises on her ankles. “Hurt?” he asked, with a quiet sigh, before reaching in his pocket to take out a painkiller. “Need one?” Despite the welcoming words, his tone was nothing of the like - it was cold and unwelcoming, as though he didn’t wish to be doing such a hateful task. Aki offered his hand to the girl, again, this time with a pink painkiller resting precisely in the center.

While waiting for the girl to reply, he glanced around before he heard something like a saxophone playing off in the distance, with a jazz band supporting its effortless sixteenth notes. Cocking his head to pinpoint from exactly where it came from, he noticed the band playing close by. Recognizing one of them from Cenriel Academy, the Saxophone Player… he looked at it curiously, before the band stopped playing. The thunderous applause was nearly deafening, surprising Aki slightly. “I wonder what’s going on there…” he mumbled to himself, before looking back at the girl, still with the smile on his face.

He shifted the mask slightly behind his back, before looking awkwardly away. Please, get out of my sight… I want to have some peace and quiet, for once…

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Aki Evedane; Cherry Grove Park


Oskana took the pill from his hand, before spacing out. Aki raised one eyebrow, recognizing exactly what was going on. She was lost inside her own thoughts. ”Thank you,” said the girl with a slight hesitation, before stuffing the pink pill in a pocket of her dress. Aki gave another attempt at a smile, feeling uncomfortable with such an expression on his face.

“The pleasure was mine,” he muttered to her, his attention still caught by the jazz band. Even though he was straining his eyes to see exactly what was going on, the girl keep appearing between himself and his target. Shaking his head at the interruption, he met eyes with Oskana. ‘She must be a cheerful person… excited too. Her eyes are shining with - what is it? Mirth? At me? His face didn’t betray his scandalized expression - at least, not yet.

Trying to keep himself poised, he turned his attention towards the weather. The wind blew and rustled the leaves of the cherry trees here in the park. The sun continued to beat down on all mortals unlucky enough to be standing under its glare. Kenneth Park’s promised showers never did seem to arrive - heh, it was almost time for the Throme News Station to get another weatherman... he never seemed to get any of his predictions correct.

Hey, ya hear that, too? Sounds like, sounds like, Zensa Valobo, if you ask me… which you didn’t, but you can’t fool me,” she waggled her finger at him. Aki looked at the waggling finger, unsure about how to react to this teasing. There appeared a shocked look in his blue eyes - ‘what was she doing?’ Feeling his eyes widen, he gave himself a mental punch. ‘I’ve spent long enough ignoring them - it’s too late to stop now.’ With that thought, his face smoothed back into normal, but even then, he couldn’t restrain himself from visible signs of anger - his right hand balled into a fist, his left hand tightened on his mask’s box, and his teeth clenched. Oh, he was irked, very irked. ‘What the heck is that girl thinking?’

I saw that curious look in your eyes. But please, don’t mistake me for a soulless gossip. I saw them opening for a show once...” a pause, before Oskana continued to speak, “Ah, great jazz piece they did. Definitely had their own sound to them. I’m not a big jazz fan myself, but they almost won me over. You?” Her voice trailed off towards the end, getting less sure as she went. Aki unclenched his fists and teeth as Oskana continued to speak. She sure changed the subject quickly. ‘And she was wrong, all gossips were soulless people. Of course they were. Otherwise why would they - no. How could they find enjoyment in spreading pesky lies about others?’ He grimaced, thinking of her in such a manner, already, wasn’t quite fair. It was something that his mask would do, not himself…

Aki looked down, awkwardly before he started to reply. “Jazz isn’t that bad, but it is not my preferred genre,” he muttered. It wasn’t everyday that someone got through his frosty, intimidating reputation and asked him questions about himself. They were too concerned with the gossips to do much else. Thinking of this, his eyes hardened slightly, as he turned towards the girl. His bearing was erect, and just a bit regal.

“So, Oskana, would you please stop beating around the bush and asking the questions that you really want to ask?” his voice came out more hostile than he had planned, but then, of course, there was no need for the use of smalltalk to further waste his time. Especially if all they wanted was to bother him about this idiotic topic. His voice continued, self-mocking this time. “Questions like ‘Are you really a member of the Mafia’ and ‘Where did you get those injuries.’ Isn’t that all you want anyways?” He gave a quiet, cold laugh - more to himself than at anyone else. “Then, ask away. It's not like I would care, anyways. After all, I'm just Aki Evedane, who lives to interest others.”

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Aki Evedane; Cherry Grove Park


The girl looked into his blue eyes with hers, before she started to lecture at him. ‘So…she’s not going to ask me these things?’ “To live in the interest of others? Is that what you have dedicated your public life to? Your apathy is hypocritical.” Aki could not bring himself to react to these comments, as they’ve come completely out of the blue for him. He could no nothing but to continue looking at the slight girl before him. “You,” it was then that she prodded Aki’s chest with one hand, “do not think any more of my thoughts than I think of yours. Everyday you walk through the halls of school with rumors starting like wildfire every time you take a step, and you ignore as if it were a gnat,” ‘an annoying gnat’. “I have to say, that could be counted as an admirable quality, being stoic.”

Oskana continued with her lecture, as Aki could do nothing but stare at her, his ears and mind working double-time. His fists slowly relaxed from their clenched state, but still a thread of anger still remained. “But. But you try nonetheless. As awkward as it was, you still offered me apologies and assistance; both of which I’ve accepted because they were an attempt at kindness. I couldn’t care less if you work for the Mafia or whatever, even with all your bandages. Being in the Mafia or having tons of ultra-cool scars doesn’t make a person interesting.” Strangely enough, even though her hands were waving through the air as though conduction some kind of musical ensemble, her voice was still light. Wait, what does she mean? . . . I don’t understand… what does she mean? I’ve never tried to be kind to her - she must be taking it the wrong way.’ This bewilderment caused him to be unable to do anything at all, stuck at looking at her with a strange expression on his face. Out of the corner, of his eye, he saw Coraline - the Vice President, waving her hand at him. Promptly ignoring that, he turned his attention back to this enigma of a person - Oskana.

She started to look towards the ground, probably embarrassed. There came to be a lull in the conversation, and Aki did not know how to get rid of the suddenly awkward pause. Just when he was about to speak, the wind started to blow. The pesky thing grabbed the words out of Oskana’s mouth. And, being the immature and overly-excited messenger that it was, it tripped and flung Oskana’s words in a warped state. “You ------- never in------- to--.” With that said, she pivoted on her feet and left, leaving Aki stuck in a state of confusion.

Aki started forward on his feet, towards her, one arm outstretched… before shaking his head and dropping the outstretched hand. ‘I’m not supposed to care that much - no, I’m not supposed to care at all. It’s just her opinion, who cares?’ But even that attempt to persuade himself to ignore Oskana failed utterly. He continued to look at her retreating back with a slight frown on his face. ‘Just exactly what is she thinking? And what did she mean? You never into? … Into what?

It was then that a voice decided to interrupt his reverie. “Excuse me, Aki!” shouted Lucas Toland. Aki turned towards him, watching in silence as the slightly older boy ran towards him. Then, he, too, gestured with his hands and asked with haste, “Have you seen Coraline Starling? If you know her that is.” Aki looked at him, before arranging his features into a calm, collected smile, but his emotions were anything but. As an answer to the fellow junior’s question, he waved one hand towards the direction of where he had last seen Coraline. “The Vice-President was somewhere over there, Lucas,” he said quietly. “A few minutes ago,” he added as an afterthought, before turning away from Lucas. It was then that he realized who exactly he was talking to - the Student Council President, and one of those Maskies. ‘Shoot. If he finds out about my mask… I’m doomed.’ He looked back at the brown-haired boy and gave another attempt at a smile, although his eyes still remained annoyed. ‘Just please, please, go away…

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Kaden Jannsen; Cherry Grove Park


When Kaden woke up, everyone was gone. He was sure he hadn't been dreaming for that long, but the Scavenger Hunt must have started already. Oh well, it's not like he was missing anything. From what he'd heard from other students, this was nothing to worry about. It was just a day to hang out with friends at the park.

There was some music in the background, probably Zensa and his band. They were actually pretty good, now that he paid attention. It seemed like they were somewhere in the park, but he didn't feel like searching for them. By the sound of the applause, there was a large enough crowd there anyway.

Well, for now at least he'd find a quiet tree to sit at and draw. Hopefully, no one would disturb him, but it was always good to learn what he'd missed. Anyway, there was always some new gossip going around. If no one felt like talking, he could always blend in with Sanya's group and learn what was happening.

Right now was a perfect time to work out his story. There was this new protagonist that he was going to introduce. He had no name for him yet, but for now he'd call him Alpha. Everything would need to be edited anyway, so why stress over a name right now? The problem was the role that he was supposed to fill. He was an enemy who changed sides later on in the book. There needed to be a turning point, an outlook change that sparked his sudden betrayal. But what could it be?

Oh well, he figured drawing might help him figure out what to do. Caine started with his sword out, determination as he fought the undrawn enemy. Next came the opposing weapon clashed against Caine's sword. Was it a mace, an axe, or another sword? He finally decided on a broadsword with an ornate handle and a large central jewel. It would play in somehow. Somehow. Finally, the actual character design. Hair color a light brown, slightly taller and a few years older than Caine, wearing a flowing red cape that frayed near the bottom, dark brown eyes that almost appeared black, pale skin similar to Caine's. The background became a bright forest before it died and became skeletal, befitting a clash of evil souls. Caine's mouth was open in a chant as he prepared to cast a powerful spell. The magic seemed to form around him as his spell neared completion.

He was so absorbed in his drawing that he hadn't noticed that his tree was only a few meters away from where Aki and Oskana had been talking. He hadn't even noticed that Zensa's music had gotten louder as he approached. Admittedly, his band had stopped playing for a little while, but it was back again with all it's intensity and distracting noise.

Oh well, he was going to just keep writing and drawing until someone approached him. It's not like there was anything else for him to do. Now for the other characters...

The setting changes from Cherry Grove Park to Brio

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Wheel of Fortune; Brio


Aki felt his attention start to escape from the situation when the stranger did nothing but place spoonfuls of whatever it was into his mouth. It didn’t make things better that he ate in such an attention-grabbing way, with the spoon flipped upside-down with every bite. His eyes looked at it, as he hopped on one foot closer to the dessert. ‘Darn it, this darn little kid. What is he doing staying so far away from that interesting dessert?’ But strain as he might, Aki could get no closer to the dessert. Reaching out one hand forlornly in that direction, he was busy stretching towards the dessert. He got a whiff of it too - it seemed like something fruity. Maybe cherries? He took another deep breath, and nearly sighed with annoyance. ‘Nuts. Nuts and cherries don’t go very well together.

Late. But fortunately for you, I’m in a good mood - this Amerstall is delicious,” the stranger chimed, before continuing to eat the NutandFruitDessert as though taunting him. With a glower in his direction, not as though he could see it, Aki wet his lips in preparation for making a grand entrance. ‘Wait… was it - Cherry Time? No, that wasn’t it. Maybe, Stop Eating that Dessert In Front of Me While I Can See?’ He bit his lip, while sitting on the ground with a pout on his face as he ran through various combinations of possible phrases. ‘Be Quiet and Let Me Talk… uh…

Getting that dessert was more important. He vaguely noted that some other people had walked into the meeting, maybe they were having some meeting for boring people, or something. There were so many things that they could be doing other than watching a stranger eat something in front of him. The stranger stopped eating, but Aki could still smell the sweet, slightly honey-like smell that pervaded throughout the air. He must not be done and saving it for me.’ Quickly, a smile made its way on Aki’s face and his thinking became more frenzied. ‘I’m not bored anymore… You should go put on a show… for my entertainment.’ But at this point, none of the phrases he could think of seemed to work.

He watched with slightly detached eyes as the stranger pulled out a scythe and used it to threaten the fellow students. ‘This is the weirdest excuse of a club that I’ve ever seen. What do they do? Get threatened by Mister Scythey here after being teased with food?’ It was then that something finally clicked inside his mind. “Ah, now you’re being interesting!” He stated with a triumphant smirk, before his form flickered into view. “Hey, Scythey-boy, are you going to finish that NutandFruitDessert or not? I can still smell it quite well, or are you going to share and be useful for once?” He stood up, before stepping closer to the stranger, carefully ignoring the sharp edge of the scythe as he did so.

“It’s bad manners to hog all of it for yourself,” he stated to the strange mask-wearing person. “Ah, don’t say that you want to be known as a jerk - that’s just stupid and boring.” He stepped closer to the dessert, before picking up the spoon to place some of the cold stuff inside his mouth. He promptly spat it out. “What is this? Apricot?” He turned to glare at the stranger, with a frown on his face. “Come on, you didn’t have the common sense to pick something better than apricot? You’re about as useless as a cherry tree that just grows flowers and no cherries. Apricots are too close to the taste of honey, and therefore, it’s too sweet. No - you would be better off with cherries, of course. Cherries.”

He threw the spoon behind his shoulder, before turning his attention to the metal package with the clear lock. His eyes brightened, and he threw the white scarf over his shoulder, before stretching one arm towards it. “Lemme have that,” he ordered with a grin. “Is it a present?”

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Wheel of Fortune ; Brio


Aki stayed there, one hand reaching imperiously for the box as he barely noticed that two of the StupidClubMembers had ended up leaving. No, it didn’t concern himself. The clear lock seemed to be taunting him when it didn’t make its way into his hands, ready to give up all of its secrets. Then, a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the package away from Mister Scythey.

Idiot SnatchingHand.’ His golden eyes narrowed as he twirled around on the ball of his foot - to see the owner of this hand. It was a shorter girl with the annoyingest brown hair. “No, presents aren’t made for people that rudely interrupt someone else. Hasn’t your mother taught you any manners?” AppearingHandGirlie said as though attempting to explain her own actions. How annoying - it seemed as though all of these people decided that they no longer wanted to listen to the only important person in the entire city - no, world. Himself. He continued to hold one hand out, waiting for her to get through with her little rebellion and finally hand him the package. That’s all she existed for anyways.

But no~ She wanted to become the hub of the wheel as well. She, even more stupidly, tucked the interesting present into her pocket - and he stepped forward, threatening. He stood there for a second, barely registering the fact that she was getting smaller and smaller.

“Come on, girlie, gimme that already. There’s no point in having a box - it only exists to be opened by me,” he ordered again, before realizing that the AppearingHandGirlie was trying to leave, without even attempting to tell him what the present was - or even better, simply handing the present over to him. He leapt into the air, before curling into a ball, and bounded over the head of the girl. Landing on the ground in a crouch, he stood up, before opening his palm upwards, in preparation for summoning his spear. “Unless you want to see just what color your insides are - you know, they’re probably not the perfect shade of cherries. Probably… crimson?”

“What did I say about pests?” said a familiar voice coldly. “Divine Retribution.”

Aki looked upwards, to see Scythey-boy pointing his scythe at him with cold violet eyes. “Wait. What?” he exclaimed, before a black mass of something shot towards him. With a muffled curse, his hand glowed slightly, and after a few seconds, there was an ornate spear in his hand. But - that was a few seconds too late.

The black projectile flew straight to its mark and hit the bone of his shoulder. His hand flew up to the wound, and his hands felt a liquid oozing out from there. “Hey, Scythey-boy, what was that for?” he asked, as something red gleamed between his fingers, before a few drops of blood hit the ground. He gave it a glance, before a petulant frown made its way over his expression.

“No, no, this -.”

“Divine.”

“won’t -.”

“Retribution.”

“Wait for me to finish, Scythey.” He murmured in annoyance, before pointing the tip of his spear towards the black mass that was shooting towards him again. Both hands were placed about a shoulder’s width apart, and his right foot inched forward slightly. The point of the spear jerked upwards, as he pushed forward at the incoming projectile. The black mass divided itself around his spear, and continued to come speeding in his direction. “Shoot,” he said, before rushing out the door.

But even as fast as he pumped his arms and legs, he couldn’t outrun the black mass. It slammed into his back, and he stumbled forwards, out of the room. He looked around, before sprinting forward, towards the alleyway in the back. The breath was knocked out of him, when he crashed into the rough brick walls, leaving a smear of red blood. He slowly turned around, making sure to keep the wound on his back from touching the grimy surface behind him. After all, he didn’t care what happened, as long as it didn’t hurt.

Aki stood there in wait, waiting for someone to appear there for him to take refuge in their shadow. His golden eyes narrowed with annoyance, and he frowned, sulkily. His breath came in short, shallow breaths, and he let the tip of his spear to drag on the ground. Really, he really hated to be hurt. One hand dug through his pockets, looking for a painkiller or something of the like. A look of mirth crossed his face, as his hand retreated out of his pocket - a smashed cherry in his hand. Aki then popped the red fruit in his mouth, and closed his eyes in enjoyment of the taste.

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Oskana Sonnen ~ Brio Cafe



Threats were of no use on Oskana, the boy's attempts were sad and uninspiring. That is what she told herself but her mind held no authority on her sympathetic body. Small and but a week little girl, Oskana looked but a deer caught in the headlights, her entire frame going ridged and stiff as the mysterious guest raised his hand directed at her.

Insides? Crimson wouldn't exactly be correct but Oskana had no intention proving him wrong. From the corner of her eyes she saw the flickering movement of Judgement swinging back his scythe. A motion which she was witness to once and only once before, the memory so suppressed regenerated to the grotesque image of past experience did her girlish fear abate. His mouth twitched, images passing through space faster then sound. All it took as a moment for sense to return to her limbs and before Judgement had finished his warning, Oskana had one foot out the door in a desperate sprint, spending her last moments in the room to glance at Blithe.

Turning the corner, Oskana exited the alley way and continued at her desperate pace until reaching nearest the street corner in the direction of the mall. Casually looking around she wondered if Blithe followed the same route as she had taken. No more worrying about the intruder; Judgement was never one to let a criminal escape without punishment. It would be surprising if that guy managed to go unscathed. One her tippy-toes, Oskana peered around for a platinum blond all the while continuing towards the shopping hub. Regular crowds grew as she neared the destination and her hand slipped instinctively into the pocket in which the package sat.

A part of her wanted very much so to peer inside, against her better judgement. What was it that sat in this little silver box? Money? Jems? Or perhaps something much more sinister. Oskana shook off the feeling. It wouldn't do her any good, only harm. Anyways, assignments from Itex were usually of this nature, deliver but never ask. An over played movie in the theater, or perhaps a movie with to many sequels would be a better comparison. She was directly in front of Sagaro Mall now, shifting herself over to the side so not to be in the middle of foot traffic. Craning her neck up, Oskana squinted into the skyline. There was no one close enough to the edge on the roof to be seen from the ground. If Blithe had said anything, whether they had found each other or not, Oskana would've only replied in monotonous syllable.

Finished with whatever it was that had crossed her mind, Oskana continued with the task in quiet.

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Wheel of Fortune / Aki Evedane ; Brio


His previous calmness on the wall had been ruined when the Scythey inside the room continued to shoot missile after missile after him, but never got close enough for the Wheel of Fortune to actually make any attempt towards offense. His mirthful golden eyes were narrowed in something close to focus as he glowered towards Brio’s back door.

“Divine Retribution,” came the icy cold voice as Judgement shot black projectile after projectile at the far more serious than usual Wheel of Fortune. He had gotten rid of his spear, and was currently attempting to use his tome, The Art of Escaping Boredom to try and deflect the attacks. The cover was already torn and many of the creamy pages from inside were exposed to the cruel outside. Still, despite his curses and his many attempts to escape the brunt of the damage, Aki continued to possess many cuts and scrapes all over his body.

His normally cheerful, and insolent smile had drooped into a deep frown. Around the boy, who barely had enough time to deflect the attacks, let alone move, there was a red stain on the ground as his wounds continued to drip blood. His left hand clutched at the largest cut, the one that he had gotten before on his shoulder while he hopped around on one leg, trying to keep his balance despite the gash on his upper left knee. However, luckily for him, the stain wasn’t completely made of blood, much of it came from one of Judgement’s attacks hitting the stash of cherries that the Wheel of Fortune had hidden in his pocket.

“Divine Retribution,” came the voice again. As this black projectile flied towards the boy, he suddenly dived on the ground using the book as a mattress. His golden eyes winked closed as the breath was knocked out of him, and to make matters worse, it appeared as though the black object had circled around to look at him. However, he didn’t seem to see any member of the Stupidest Club ever coming to help in beating him up. Aki yelped as he jumped to his feet - but the black object still hit him squarely in the arm.

His golden eyes were narrowed as he concentrated, knowing that hopefully this barrage could not continue. “This isn’t fair!” he suddenly called out, at the source of these black objects. “I’m supposed to be the one who’s watching you deal the damage, not the one that’s taking it! Darn it! This isn’t right!” The opponent seemed to ignore his remarks, sending yet another attack towards the Wheel of Fortune’s chest. He groaned in annoyance, before all but threw his shield at it. The two collided, and he was pleased to see that the black blob had disappeared.

But, now his shield was too far from reach, and his agility was already reaching its limits. Looking around, he suddenly dashed further into the myriad of alleyways. Looking to see that no one had witnessed his complete and utter, loss, he muttered under his breath. “Idiot Scythey,” he said, while panting. “Getting in my way like that. It’s not like there’s a reason for him to exist if he doesn’t give me a show.” Luckily for him, he spotted no one else. After checking once, a hand reached up and all but tore the ornate silver mask from his face.

With a flash of sudden physical changes, a very wounded Aki Evedane occurred, his features frozen into a blank mask. The previous injury to him arm had reappeared, but the bandage wasn’t as neat as he had remembered. His icy blue eyes narrowed as he sucked in his breath from the sudden pain from the injuries - he didn’t remember them being so painful while his mask was on. He gave a slight frown at no one in particular, while he looked around himself to see a small trail of blood leading to his current direction. ‘I’ll have to get out of here, or that strange hooded man might come after me again. And without my mask on and injured, I’ll be killed in no time.

Sometimes he hated his memory when wearing the mask. All he could keep clear in his mind was the previous battle in the past, and the scent and tastes of the strange dessert - oh, and of course, he remembered the box. He understood that he knew who the people in the room were, but there was only a blur of faces and voices. The Wheel of the Fortune had probably decided them to be useless… None of these, he could place with names, but then, of course, he probably didn’t even know them in the first place.

That must be Itex,’ he thought as he looked back towards all that he had seen in that strangely-scented room. ‘Unless there is another organization with Masks running away. Exactly what was in that package? … It has to be something important, especially if that strange guy with a mask and scythe was taking things to such extremes. Those people, they were my classmates, weren’t they? If they are seriously part of the Itex, I’ll never have any peace between them and the Maskies.

Aki couldn’t say that his mask never led him to strange places in Throme while it was on the hunt for adventure, but neither could he remember being dealt such heavy blows in the past. He had never gotten injured to this extent - there was a cut weeping blood on his shoulder, left arm, and left leg. Placing one hand into his pocket, he took out his bandages and painkillers. Quickly, he punched out two of his pink painkillers from the silver packet, and placed the two in his mouth. He unravelled the bandage, ready to start wrapping, when he realized that there was only about a meter left of the roll.

His blue eyes narrowed. It seemed as though he was going to have to go to Sagaro Mall. He would never go to Maybelle Avenue, even though it was just around him, for something this important to him. Anyways, he had a special discount from that store on the first store - and even if he didn’t have his wallet on him at the moment, they’d give him the bandages on credit. Not to mention, they were the only store in all of Throme with the particular painkillers that he liked. So, all that he needed to do was to hurriedly wrap up his leg with the rest of the roll - his leg so that he would be able to make it all the way to Sagaro Mall without falling too badly, go past Goatstone Bridge, then into Sagaro Mall. Two shops to the left of the North exit, and he’d be able to buy his bandages, wrap up his injuries, and then leave quickly to return home.

Passing through Maybelle Avenue, he shot all the passersby, who shot him curious glances probably dealing with his injury, an icy glare. It was none of their business. “Liron Pier is currently being renovated. It is dangerous there, please do not interrupt the construction.,” blasted a loudspeaker, sounding throughout the complete area. Aki shrugged, this happened every now and then, and nobody really went to Liron Pier outside of those with boats anyways. He passed over Goatstone Bridge, seeing that the troll in the center was holding a wad of money. With an inward smirk at the events, he passed through the bridge to the other side of the river, limping slightly. The thin layer of bandages had already been bled through, and he quickened his step slightly, hoping to make it before he lost too much blood.

After about forty of walking, he finally got to Sagaro Mall. His blue eyes scanned the classy building before him, before he strode towards the front door. Someone else was standing there in front of the building - the same girl from the park, Oskana. Her cryptic words still ringing through his head, ‘It’ll be better to ignore her’ he strode forward as though he hadn’t seen her, past her, into the building.

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Oskana Sonnen ~ The roof


The mall was a noisy, busy, bustling place. Where people shuffled about one another vainly, shoving each other away from racks and strutting in front of curved mirrors. Oskana is ashamed to admit that she was one of those who participated in the madness. Bad days in particular drive her to this battle ground where blood is spilled and the demon inside shows. It wasn't someone she wanted to recognize. Shoulders held back with laser-focused pride, anyone whom her monstrous self may have dealt with held no recognization in her eyes. There was a moment when she felt her control slip, just as she was entering the building; a ghost whom held no interest. Oskana allowed her feet to carry her through ground-floor, a bee-line towards the elevator. Slipping her hands into her dress pocket, Oskana gripped the package in her one hand until the corners bit at her skin.

Few strangers accompanied her on the ride up to the roof; aches in the balls of her feet protest when she had attempted the stairs. A space to herself in the corner of the elevator, Oskana had eyes only for the ceiling. The elevator music was terribly boring, as always. The conception of elevator music was to calm nervous passengers but she didn't know a single person who suffered panic attacks in an elevator. Stops made for the other passengers made the ride jarringly maddening, the length at which she had to listen to elevator music doubled with every stop. Floors one through seven, it was at the later which she had to exit, covering the rest of the ground by foot.

A breeze became well acquainted with the strands of her hair as she hit the open roof, tangling the already tousled strands like a cat with yarn. The dimming sky made it more difficult for her to pick out the recipient as there were several individuals looking for air and solitude. Usually for deliveries like this, it would be clear who the package was for whether be it by sign or individual; there was no sign and she recognized no one. They would have to find her today. Releasing her grip on the case, Oskana uncurled her hand, tracing the imprints from the case. No doubt there was something very important inside. It made her anxious. Anxiety or fear that whatever she was carrying was going to be her demise. A chuckle tickled the back of her throat; how horrible. Throwing her life away for the likes of Itex, the insanity of such should have driven her mad.

But then again, Itex was more interesting then sanity could have been.

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Treia Rawler; The Roof

As Treia and Oskana separated from each other to “avoid suspicion,” Treia found herself writing in the small notebook that she always carried around while she watched the night sky. She felt the widening gap between her and the rest of Throme as people gradually steered clear of her, feeling her apparently dark atmosphere and the malice emanating from her mask. She had recently been given her mask, an ornate half-face mask with gold trim and coloring synonymous with the night sky – perfect for The Star. A thought crept into the back of her mind, distracting her from her writing. ‘What are the consequences of not getting that package delivered? It’s not my fault if it doesn’t arrive, is it? I mean, Oskana is the one carrying the package. But what if Judgement was serious? Should I worry about my life right now? Nah…’

She couldn’t shake the thought out of her head for some reason. What if Judgement came along and found her writing instead of keeping up with Oskana to deliver the package. Speaking of which, where was Oskana? She had just remembered that Oskana was afraid of being alone for long. Speaking of which, how long had it been since they had been sent up to the roof to deliver the package?

As she put away the notebook and rose to find her companion, a chill ran down her spine. Something – someone, maybe – was watching her. Of course, being Treia Rawler, she shook it off and chalked it up to nerves. A particularly bright star winked down at her as she continued on her way to prevent Oskana from creating a scene.

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Treia Rawler; The Roof

"Hey Oskana! What did you come up here for? Did you know there are 123 different species of roses? Do you think the garden has them all?"
That must have been Amy. What was she doing here? In any case, it didn’t seem as though Oskana was alone, so there was no need to worry about her causing a scene. What was Amy doing here, though? It seemed like she would be studying rather than here.

“So you’re not hitting the books today?” Treia rearranged her hair hastily – she had tried something new with it so that it wouldn’t look so flat and dead, but she had failed miserably – not only that, but it was uncomfortable. She swore to herself that she would NEVER try using more than four hair ties at the same time. They were just too hard to manage.

Right. She was going to help Oskana out of her little situation with Amy. What should she say to make Amy go away, though? What if they couldn’t get rid of her before they had to deliver the package or worse, what if Judgement came and saw them in this situation?
She felt the chill down her spine again. What was going on? Was there something happening that she didn’t know of that was affecting her? She looked up and saw the star winking down at her again. It reminded her of a distant memory of the last year, when she had received The Star from Itex…

She looked up to find a star winking down at her. It was a warm night, but she felt cold – specifically, there were chills running from her spine to the tips of her fingers and toes. Something was going to happen to her, and she highly doubted that it would be good. She saw a shadow move and bolted from her spot reflexively, but was caught by a strong arm. A strong, warm arm.

“I have been looking for you.” The man, cloaked in the shadow of the night, had handed her something. “This was waiting for you to come to it. Come. I shall show you the power I am bestowing upon you.”


A tug. As she shook herself out of her dazed state, she realized that no, there wasn't anyone pulling on her as she had thought. Someone had just bumped into her and caught one of her hair ties on something.

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Amy had addressed Oskana, but another voice responded to her question instead. "So you’re not hitting the books today?” Amy hadn't even noticed Treia on the roof, and it took her a little while to connect the voice to a name and then to realize Treia was talking to her. "No, the library's closed. 8 pm, remember? But aren't the stars beautiful tonight? You see Pleione and Atlas? With Alcyone, Merope, Sterope, Maia, Taygeta, Caleano, and Electra? Aren't they stunning? OOHHH!!! The Observatory! Let's go there!" Remembering that she was supposed to be looking for something surreptitiously, to help the student council, she paused and collected herself. Maybe they would separate from her? It was worth a shot… "Well, of course, if you don't want to go to the Observatory, I guess I could go alone..."

She gazed longingly at the Observatory. She should have enough money for herself, despite the high prices. And who knew? The item could very well be in the Observatory! It would save the rest of them the cost from having to go in, and she'd be able to look at the stars. If the Gardens really were where she was supposed to go, she could go later, after making sure that the Observatory was not the right place. And now that she thought about it, the Rose Gardens were too open, too likely to have people who are paying attention to others. If there were anyone around at the time of delivery, they'd notice. Roses were nowhere near as captivating as stars, of course. With all the stars around, and with wanting to make use of their spent money, who would spend the time to pay attention to others?

And the Observatory had a cost! So there would be less random people, more people who actually wanted to be there and would be devoting their time to making the most of it. It was actually looking like even better of a place for a delivery than Amy had originally imagined. Of course, the recipient had to know where she was going, but it would stop any extra meetings with people who weren’t supposed to pick up the package. So it wasn’t just for her own interests that she checked out the Observatory first…

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her hair across her face and into her mouth. Spitting it out, she turned to block the wind, watching as her hair streamed out in front of her. And her eyes were drawn to Treia whose hair tie seemed caught on a stranger. She rushed over and tried to untangle it, finally succeeding but losing the tie in the process. She took off one from her wrist and offered it to Treia. “Hey, take mine instead. I’ve got more at home, and I’m not using it.”

Amy looked around the roof once more for anyone else she recognized, a student council member, someone else from school, maybe there was someone else she knew? She didn’t spot anyone, but it was always possible she was overlooking something. Anyway, she needed to get in line for the Observatory if she didn’t want to still be waiting in line at daybreak. “So, are you coming or not? We should get in line now before it’s too long.” Waiting a few seconds for a response from Treia and Oskana, Amy prepared to walk into line. It would be nice to talk with Suna again, see what new items she had recently acquired…

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Vera Chung ; The Roof [Sagaro Mall]


Vera smiled merrily around as she and the rest of the student council entered Sagaro Mall together. She always did like this classy building - it was the best place to meet with friends and fellow classmates. However, it was so annoying that Liesel insisted that they travel to various places around Throme, day in and day out. It wasn’t as though she needed to be ferried around the city like one of those tourists anyways. But still, there was no need to fret, right? One day, Itex would get what was waiting for them - maybe they didn’t need to do work after all.

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice it when Lucas disappeared on the way to the roof. Looking at the crowded elevator, she decided to take the escalators instead - so with a smile, she disentangled herself from the crowd and headed up the escalators. Close by, there was a large crowd, gawking at some person. Vera wished that she was the one who was drawing the attention instead - somehow, it was too quiet here. Looking down at the small square piece of pink paper in her hands, she started to fold it in half, creasing it as she went. The people behind her started to talk amongst themselves, and Vera let out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding.

How everything felt better when there was noise.

She turned her attention back to folding her new creation - this one would be an ox, with its head down and eating at the grass. In pink. Maybe it would look better in black or white - but still, origami wasn’t meant to be in such dull colors.

Her foot lurched over the end of the escalator, and Vera lurched forwards slightly. Smiling sheepishly to herself, she allowed the couple behind her to help her remain upright.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her eyes bright and lively. “I must have gotten too engrossed in my work that I forgot to pay attention. I’m so sorry for being so clumsy. Thank you so much.” Ah, it was always good to smile at people after making a mistake. And if they thought that she was a kind person, there was no reason not to - well, introduce herself. “I’m Vera Chung, from Cenriel Academy. It’s nice to meet people that are so kind in Throme these days.”

The couple smiled, no doubt caught in by her little tangle of words. The trio stepped onto the next moving escalator, this time to the third floor. “It’s no problem,” one said, before extending his hand in her direction. “We’re glad to be of help. I’m Adam and this here is my friend Melody.”

Vera gave them a gracious nod. “So, what are you doing here in Sagaro Mall?” She took the hand and shook it twice, not too weak, but not too strong either. “I mean, it’s such a nice evening,” and then with a larger smile continued eye contact with the couple.

“Ah, we’re just meeting a friend on the roof,” answered the man, surely, before smiling at the young girl. “You?”

Vera waved one hand around happily. “Same here!” She made the absolute care not to ruin her origami ox - after all, it would not be what it needed to look like if it was crushed in any way. The rest of the trip up to the top of the building ended up with a upbeat conversation about Throme today.

“We’re finally here!” exclaimed Vera with a deep breath of air when reaching the roof.

“Ah, it was nice having you keep us old people company,” said Melody with a smile and a wave. “ I hope to see you around one day.”

Vera looked around, seeing that a few people were watching the conversation. Probably due to her almost too excited statement. “Of course! And you’re not old! I really liked talking to you guys too!”

On that happy note, the two split off, before heading into the rose gardens. Vera looked around cursory, before deciding that once again, Liesel had made a mistake. Maybe it would be better for her if she was seen to be working around. She saw the new member, that… Amara, speaking with Treia Rawler. It wasn’t right for someone who was new like her to be so pushy… It wasn’t as like she was even accepted into the Student Council properly anyways. But that Amara should really be waiting for the people who were skilled at dealing with Itex to deal with these tasks of Liesel. It was just… strange that she would dare.

And it didn’t even seem as though she was doing anything productive. Treia was a student - there was no way that she had anything to do with the killing of the principal , Arthur Torrings. But maybe Amara was a member of Itex. There was no other way that some new member would dare to be spending time talking to other people when there was something to do…

Not that Vera was helping. But…

It just wasn’t right! That she was accepted into the Student Council without any fuss whatsoever. They were the chosen ones by the principal himself - and now, they were giving this… newb a place in their ranks.

But this wasn’t the place to be mean. Not outwardly at least.

Vera smiled again, before waving excitedly in her direction. “Amara! What are you doing?” she called out, before running towards her. She was pretty near the Observatory’s line, maybe she was planning on going inside or something? “For the Student Council thing, do you have any ideas?” She smiled then, looking at the two girls that she was talking to, as though realizing that they were there for the first time. Then, she gave a nervous smile, “I’m sorry, Amara. Did I interrupt your conversation with Treia and Oskana? Sorry, I was just so happy to be on the roof,” Then, spotting the roses in the rose garden, she continued. “But the roses are so pretty these days. Do you like roses? Flowers? I love the Kawasaki rose - so elegant, yet simple.”

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Amara "Amy" Calen; The Roof


"Amara! What are you doing? For the Student Council thing, do you have any ideas?" Who was that? A Student Council member? She turned, regrettably into the wind, her hair once again blowing across her face. She sweeped it away and angled herself, so it wouldn't be as much of a bother. Ah, that's who it was. Vera. Vera Chung. What was this thing she was talking about? Oh well, better play along than seem like more of a hindrance. And go along with her to wherever they were supposed to be headed... Where was that, actually? She had never heard from anyone, and it was getting to be a bother. The others really needed to get here faster instead of leaving the ignorant member alone and clueless.

"I'm sorry, Amara. Did I interrupt your conversation with Treia and Oskana? Sorry, I was just so happy to be on the roof. But the roses are so pretty these days. Do you like roses? Flowers? I love the Kawasaki rose - so elegant, yet simple." Hmm... so it was the Rose Garden, was it? Well, no matter. It had been her first guess, but she had so hoped... No, it didn't matter, she had a job, and she needed to get along with it. In response, "Ah, Vera, you know there aren't any Kawasaki roses in the garden. I mean, unless you had some planting of your own. But why don't we use the Garden for the Council thing? I'm sure the Greenhouse could benefit from a little more color, more variety. Why don't we catalogue the species in there and find those best suited for life in the Greenhouse?"

Was that a good enough excuse to leave these two? Would they have questions about her relationship with the Council? Well, if so, there should be some convincing way to explain herself... She just needed to think of it. Well, she was not a Council member yet, so there was no way she could say that. And the mission was top secret, so that would be kept as a closely guarded secret. They were... comrades? No, wrong word. Friends. But... would that pass? It would have to do for now. She could build up the relationship and get an alibi. Or even... she had been in the Council before, albeit at another school. Of course it made sense that she would want to get back into the jobs again! And it was definitely true. She missed having a say in the events of the school, acting for the good of everyone and listening to everyone's opinions. But what would be the best way to present that? That she just wanted a position on the Council so was helping them out? No, that wasn't quite the right thing to say, either... It made it seem like that was her sole purpose in helping out. So... could she say that she was just getting to know people and helping out around the school? She felt a need to help out, to make things better for others? Or just that she had been approached, so she agreed? Well, something would work for now, but-

Oh, it had probably been a while since she had done anything, since she had zoned out. She brought her hand down from where she had been toying with her hair and tried to figure out if she had said something unknowingly or if they had asked her something in the meantime. Hopefully they hadn't, but she had to have some excuse for her long silence. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking... Which type of roses would be best for the Greenhouse? There's the banksiae, a beautiful yellow. Or how about gallica? They're a nice, deep pink, a rather striking hue. Though if you want a more ornamental, rose-like shape, chinensis is better for pink. Ooh, another colorful rose is foetida, the bicolor kind, with orange and yellow? Or if you want a dark red, more traditional, there's always the kordesii? If white fits instead, we could go with... filipes? sericea? laevigata? They're all so pretty... Hmm... I guess we should go see what species are there?"

She started to walk off toward the Rose Gardens, assuming Vera would follow. After a few steps, she stopped, startled, and turned around. "Oh, Treia, Oskana! I completely forgot! I'm sorry! Umm... we can look at the stars another day? You two have fun, and say hi to Suna for me? Thanks! See you around!" Feeling slightly better, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything else, Amara turned around again after making sure that Vera was indeed coming with her to the Rose Gardens. She was correct in understanding that the Rose Garden was the right place to go, right? It seemed like Vera wanted to go there, so she had to trust that she was right. Which she was, wasn't she?

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Vera Chung


There was no reaction from Amara for quite some time. Maybe she was lost in thought? Why wasn’t she saying anything? The silence… it was depressing, and seemed to bring an awkward aura to the meeting - why wasn’t anyone saying anything? Whatever the reason was, the sudden silence unnerved her, and she started to speak, mostly to herself. “It’s not that difficult to fold either, really. As soon as you understand it, it’s quite simple. Hey! That reminds me! Do you guys have any idea for student council activities?” She gave the three of them a large grin, before continuing. “It’s always nice to know what you guys want when we’re planning.”

To her greatest surprise, it wasn’t Treia or Oskana who replied, but that Amara newb. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking… Which type of roses would be best for the Greenhouse? There’s the banksiae, a beautiful yellow.” What did this have to do with anything?

Vera would have tried to like this new person - as Amara was new after all. But only if she did nothing to do with the Student Council. She hadn’t gone through the same things that everyone else did - like the death of their principal right in front of them, and they’ve already put so much time into their fight. True, it was all wasted time, but they managed to find a little bit of information at the very least.

They’re all so pretty...Hmm… I guess we should go see what species are there?” This didn’t have anything to do with what their task was… It seemed as though this newbie didn’t realize the extent of Liesel’s anger. Still, Vera continued to smile. At least, someone was making some kind of noise and saving her from the silence. “Oh, Treia, Oskana! I completely forgot! Umm… we can look at the stars another day? You two have fun, and say hi to Suna for me? Thanks! See you around!

With a bound in her step, Vera continued closer to the Rose Gardens. There was a strangely bored-looking man who looked as though something was going to happen. He could be Itex, or maybe not. At the very least, it would give her something to tell Liesel she did… plus, he seemed like a more interesting man to talk to. “Come on, let’s go!” she exclaimed before walking up to the man. “Excuse me, sir, I have a question that I need to ask you. About the roses, which color would you prefer to see in Spring? I’m doing a survey to plan a garden for the park, so…” Her voice trailed off.

The man blinked, before looking at her blearily. “Pink, I guess. Red is good also. I don’t really care. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” Well, that was boring. The man turned and left, without a backwards glance. It wasn’t a problem with her story - with Amara’s continued blabbering about gardens, it was the only thing that she could think of. It seemed to make sense, right? It seemed to be every week that someone approached her asking about this or that. They especially liked calling her - and asking if she wanted to buy a house.

Now what? The only other suitably interesting person around was that Suna person. But Vera didn’t quite want to go to see her, as that would instigate that she was wrong and Amara right. Was there anyone else that was close-by that she could easily turn the conversation towards? The couple that she had met when riding up the escalator was still there, but they seemed to be settling in for a long while gazing at the roses and having some sort of romantic encounter. It wouldn’t do to disturb them.

That would be rude, and it’d look bad in front of that other person.

Where was Lucas anyways? He was the King - or that was his rank after all, and he ought to be the person here that was dealing with this. Vera looked down at the ox in her hand, and looked at it, before making a mountain fold, giving the ox a better-appearing tail. Yes, that would do. But - seriously, she had to find someone else to approach.

Someone other than Suna. Speaking of Suna, she had moved away from her normal post at the door to somewhere else entirely. Glancing around, Vera couldn’t quite find where she was, but it didn’t quite matter. She was probably inside her Observatory, doing something. That was normal.

Hopefully something would come up for her to do. The silence was growing again, a certain heavy feeling that made her skin itch. “So… I guess that Liesel was wrong then? Like usual?” she said, with a frown. Another wasted Friday evening. “I can’t personally see anyone else that’d be doing anything that we could check out.” Then, turning towards the newbie, she gave her a bright smile. “Unless you can see something that I’ve missed that is?”

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Suna Sundevale : The Roof (Sagaro Mall)


Suna had just ducked into her observatory to check the state of affairs. Far too often, she had allowed her customers free reign of the premises to come back seeing that they had delved into her private affairs. Or something equally annoying. Just to her realization, she saw one of the men talking loudly on his phone and destroying the careful, devoted ambience that she had spent so much time in maintaining. Giving him a look, she grasped the phone out of his fingers, before lifting it to her ear. Someone was blabbering on about something dealing with stocks, before Suna, cutting through the conversation, addressed him. “He is currently unavailable, call back later.”

“What are you doing?!” the man called as she pressed the disconnection button. She didn’t answer, except to stride away dismissively. It was just like those uncivilized cretin businessman to think more about what could be discussed at home, when there were stars to watch. They were out in full force, with the brightness of their shimmering selves making patterns in the sky. With her naked eye, Suna could almost see the various colors that they possessed, almost like jewels set into a black velvet box.

Just then, her top-notch phone started to vibrate, and her manicured hand flew to it with a frown. Who could it be at this hour? It was almost 8 PM, and any sane person would have waited to give her a call - especially if they knew that it was a weekend, and she was therefore busy. But looking at the caller ID, she almost dropped it in shock.

Her customer’s woman, or so she assumed. They certainly made a pair.

Feeling as though she would much rather throw the phone out the window, she picked up and brought the phone closer to ear. Suna was breaking her own rules with this action, but, well, there was nothing else that you could do with old money. “Hello? Miss, is there anything that I can help you with?” Her voice was an emotionless monotone, and she ignored the customer from before who was throwing a fit. What was one customer against her life? It was just like her customer to force her to deal with that proud wife of his. She was far too used to having her own way - but that was just to be expected. At the very least, Suna could say that they paid well. Extremely well. “No, Miss, there hasn’t been the chance to do such a thing yet, so…” Suna replied purposely slowly. She knew this woman far too well to do anything too rebellious, but it wouldn’t stop her from making her irritation clear. “Ah, I see. The students, you say? So when are you going to come pick up your object?” Then, with a barely audible sigh, she dropped the phone back into her pocket and graceful, ever-so silently made her way to their exit.

Hopefully the monkeys inside wouldn’t break anything without her there.

So where exactly where those students. With her quick cursory glance, she had not been managed to catch their faces - and even if she did, there was no way that she would have ever thought them to be important and therefore recognize their names. With a look around, she realized that there were two groups of students that could possibly be the ones that she was looking for - one with two girls, and one with two girls and a boy. Which one was it? It was just like her customers to not give her enough information to deal with it.

Looking at each of the groups more closely, she realized that one of the groups was noticeably closer to her, as the other was in the Rose Gardens. She would try them first, as it would take less time so that she could get back to doing what she wanted to do. Turning in their direction, she took out her irritation at the request by being more standoffish than usual. “Package?” Was there anyway that she could be sure that she was approaching the right group of students. “I was told that you had some sort of delivery. Messengers?” It was not descriptive enough that she could simply shrug it off as a mistake if need be - but it was passable.

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Amara "Amy" Calen; The Roof


They had gotten to the Rose Garden, and there weren't too many people around. Vera was asking questions to a random stranger, the suspicious one Amy had remarked upon earlier. It seemed like something to do with roses? What in the world was she doing? Oh well, the man left, and the only other people in sight were a man and a woman, obviously a couple enjoying their walk in the Garden. Vera seemed to be thinking, considering something before she spoke.

"So… I guess that Liesel was wrong then? Like usual? I can’t personally see anyone else that’d be doing anything that we could check out." Wait, this Liesel person was normally wrong? Then why in the world did they listen to her? Hmm... well, if that was the case, then it would make some sense as to why there was no one here. Though, in that case, this entire trip would be a waste. And she hadn't even gotten to go into the Observatory! On such a clear night, too! Well, that would have to change...

"Unless you can see something that I’ve missed that is?" Oh, that was Vera again, to her. Well, it deserved a response at the very least. Something to get her out of this and on her own, so she could go to the Observatory. If this was going to be a waste of time, it was not going to be a complete waste... Head turned to Vera, she pushed aside some stray hairs before responding.

"No, if Liesel's normally wrong, she's likely wrong now. If she said Rose Gardens, I don't see anyone here? Probably misinformation or something like that. So, if we're done here, I'll-" She cut off, a ruckus from behind startling her into turning. Startled murmurs were growing, and a young man covered in drying blood burst into the Garden running toward them. "Vera!" Lucas. Blood? Ah well, there wasn't anyone else around bleeding, but it did appear to be someone else's blood. Well, it was taken care of, whether the person was saved or not. And for some reason Mr. Student Council President didn't have the decency (or maybe it was the brains? but he did seem conscientious of it, so...) to cover it up and to stop from causing a distraction. "I’m sorry I’m so late. Did I miss anything?" Nope, but we did, apparently. Someone's blood... Not out loud of course. Now that she was facing Vera again, she continued what she was saying.

"Ah, well as I was saying, Liesel's probably wrong, and I see nothing. If you need me, I'll be in the Observatory. I'm not going to waste such a beautiful night just standing around here waiting for nothing. See you later!" Turning briskly, she rushed out of the Gardens, crossing the crowded roof, intently focused on the Observatory, where the line had diminished greatly by now. And for some reason Suna was not at her usual spot? Confused, Amara made a scan of the crowd to see if she was out recruiting potential star-viewers. Not there, not there, not there... Ah! There she was! Talking to Oskana and Treia! Well, Amara wasn't going to- A sudden gust of wind blew her hair once again into her mouth. Spitting it out, she tried to catch her train of thought again.

She turned: the Observatory. From there, Suna. And then... Following the same path, she got back to Oskana and Treia where Suna was. Oh! That's what she was going to do! Amara ran, pushing through the crowd until she got back to Oskana and Treia. "Hey guys, it doesn't seem like it was a big deal, and I got out of it! Now, let's go to the-" She turned, as if just catching sight of Suna. "Oh! Suna! It's a beautiful night, isn't it? We were just about to go to the Observatory, but I was pulled away. Did you finally buy that telescope you've had your eye on? I hope you can get it delivered soon!"

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Treia Rawler; The Roof


Suna had come up to them asking about a package. They had been so close to delivering it, but then Amy just HAD to butt in on them. It was a good thing that she hadn't seen the package; that would have been a disaster! Amy sure seemed eager to talk to them. Maybe, since Oskana had the package, she could lead Amy away from the transaction? Wouldn't Amy think it was weird, though? She didn't really care anymore - all she REALLY wanted to do was write, and all this Itex stuff was really taking time away from that.

"Hey, Amy. Do you want to go down to shop for a new hair tie with me? I need another one because the one I had before snapped after that little tangle-up, and I can't really borrow yours forever, you know?" Her voice was lighter, higher pitched from her better mood - she had just sighted the cutest old couple. It gave her a previously nonexistent faith in the world. Of course, that was a sarcastic statement. She DID have faith in the things that happened, but it was very little faith, of course.

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Suna Sundevale : The Roof [Sagaro Mall]


Although none of the children had said anything, it seemed as though she had been correct in her assumption. They were the ones who were picked up, probably off the street, to be the messenger and representative of her customer. Somewhere, in the deepest trenches of her mind and empathy, she felt bad for them - after all, who knew when they would be deemed useless and left in the back alleys somewhere as a body. Evidently, when one was engaged in activities that were skirting the law, it wasn’t the most intelligent idea to keep underlings alive for very long. No one knew when they would spill all the details. Oho, it was true that there would be a police investigation into these matters - but only before they got diverted onto other cases by the offering of money. Oh, Throme’s justice system may have improved to greatness, but even then, people were only but human...

But there was no matter for this. Suna was just about to deal with her hated job as a bank, when another… distraction-type person ran up. It was one of the female gender, as evident by the length of the hair. With a sigh, she refrained from pushing onwards. A business transaction wasn’t to be broken off in the middle no matter what - who knew how many of her deals in the past had been broken off, after simply a few minutes worth of a pause. It gave them time to reconsider, to weigh their choices, to think that perhaps not selling to her would be more profitable.

The girl spoke, with a voice that seemed to irk Suna. “Hey, guys, it doesn’t seem like it was a big deal, and I got out of it!” Well, she personally hoped that it would have been somewhat more of a deal if just to make her leave. Suna pursed her thin lips together, before directing her attention elsewhere. Similar to advertisements, such distractions tended to last a while. “Now, let’s go to the-.

Oh, would she hurry up and leave already? Then, the girl turned in her direction and started to address her - perplexing behavior. “Oh! Suna!” Who? Did she even know this person? It sure seemed like it by her ridiculous greeting. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it? We were just about to go to the Observatory, but I was pulled away.” So… was this supposed to be flattery or somewhat? Well, the girl’s speech was quite familiar indeed, and Suna couldn’t say that was flattering. Not by a long shot. “Did you finally buy that telescope you’ve had your eye on? I hope you can get it delivered soon.” Suna almost wanted to ask her if this had to do with her wish to feel familiar with her, or… something more malicious really. If there was any doubt left, it was obvious that this girl knew her. Or, more truthfully, thought she knew her.

Personally speaking, Suna hoped that information about her business transactions weren’t quite as … common-place as it seemed. So where did she meet this girl, and why was she so blindingly familiar. Well, it wouldn’t hurt asking, would it? Before she could react, one of the children spoke. “Hey Amy. Do you want to go down to shop for a new hair tie with me? I need another one because the other one snapped after that little tangle-up.”

Suna almost laughed to see what this line of their conversation was going to lead to. One of them would distract the distraction herself for the entire point of finishing. If only she wasn’t one of her business partners. Who knew which one of them had the package that she was to protect - with her life if necessary. She wasn’t going to deal with it herself, but there was this tiny question that was wiggling in the back of her mind. “Who are you, and why in the world do you think that you know me?” Her voice came out blunt and cold, more so than she had thought. Perhaps it was a customer from the past - she didn’t know where else she would have contact with children. It wasn’t as though she remembered those moneys; they were just her source of income. “And on that topic, we have something to discuss, so please leave.” Tact was never her best subject.

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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.