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Treia Rawler

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

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

Groups

Lower Level Itex

Description

Treia Rawler
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Grade
11

Role
The Star

If Itex, blurb?
If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

Which Masks do they possess?
The Star

Gender
Female

Age
17

Personality
An outspoken figure, she admires sarcasm and uses it liberally herself. People who know nothing of her would think of her as brusque, unapproachable. They would also wonder how such a dark figure could make jokes so lightly. Their impressions are not completely mistaken, per se, but her appearance and sometimes overdone sarcasm both create a much more somber and angry image of her than she is in actuality.
However, she is, in fact, a lighthearted girl. She enjoys jokes and though uses sarcasm liberally, usually means the best when she gives advice when she is asked for it, which she isn’t because of her reputation for being depressing and misanthropic, according to some extreme rumors. The only issue is that because she is called upon to say so little when she has such a big mouth, she says the wrong things without meaning to. In other words, she is hopelessly tactless. Even when she manages to keep her mouth closed, she finds herself very irritated with the fact that she did so.
She also tends to have a big mouth. She is unreliable with secrets, as can be expected of many girls like her. This stems from her free spirit. She feels that though she is chained down on Earth, her spirit was meant to be free to do what it wanted, when it wanted. On the flip side, she laments that she is unable to do the things she aspires to do. She also lacks a sense of personal space and makes many people feel uncomfortable due to her overly engaged nature.
Due to her liberality, she is a creative person – writing, art, music, you name it. She loves the arts, particularly the performing arts and knows that she has talent in them. She feels that her only valid form of expression is in the arts. There is no pattern in her art – one would not be able to tell that two works were both hers because of the variety in them.


Brief Description
Her eyes express herself separately from her mouth. She could be giving you a dirty look with a smile on her face just through her eyes. That is also what makes her seem sincere when she is actually sarcastic. Her black hair and eyes also give her a much darker impression, since her eyes look dead if she doesn’t smile. She does, however, possess an open face that gives a hint of innocence to her features. Her small hands and feet make her look like a doll – an unfriendly one that could be seen in nightmares or horror movies, that is.

Skill(s)/Abilities
~Manipulation: Treia has an innate ability to twist a person’s words on him/herself with ease. She could use this to gain a favor, information, or even just confuse people to the point where they find themselves in a paradox that they are unable to escape from.
~Hypnotism: Though not the best way to describe it, this word is probably the closest to what she does – when she performs, using her manipulation skills, she can make viewers/listeners so enthralled that they really forget where and sometimes who they are.


Likes
~Design: Treia enjoys designing things and experimenting with designs and styles, such as with hair. She adores hair stylists and tries to make up her own hairstyles for herself. Of course, this turns out to be a hit-and-miss endeavor with more misses than hits.
~Sound: She finds herself focusing in rhythm to anything she listens to. If whatever she’s using as her pseudo-metronome stops, she loses track of her thoughts and takes quite a while to gain them back.
~Corny people: Though she can’t imagine having one for a boyfriend, she finds them absolutely adorable. She loves how they can say the cutest things at the best times.
~Lavenders: She loves the smell and the calming effect they have.


Dislikes
~Blank things: Treia can’t stand the sight of blank things – blank walls, blank pieces of paper, blank canvases, etc. It’s just a pet peeve of hers.
~White: She just doesn’t like how such a ‘bright’ color can look so dead.
~Mainstream fiction: They’re terrible. She finds herself ashamed of being an author because of how atrocious they are.
~Public displays of affection: “Telling someone you love him/her in public is cute. Making out with him/her isn’t. That’s gross.”


Phobia
~Forgetting: She’s incredibly afraid of forgetting things, particularly the people she meets, but even more afraid of being forgotten.
~Manipulation: Ironically enough, she’s afraid of being manipulated when she knows she can do it to others easily. Though she doesn’t know of its origin, she knows that she doesn’t want to end up trapped in a cage of words.
~Blindness/deafness: Treia can’t imagine herself without either her sight or her hearing. When she does find herself blind or deaf in her dreams, she wakes up in a cold sweat and can’t shake off the cold darkness that pervades her being when she imagines it.


History
Treia had always grown up free – she was homeschooled until the year before, when she entered the 10th grade at Cenriel Academy. There, she found that she was an invisible figure and she hated it, but there was nothing she could do, since her parents had passed away in a tragic accident abroad and her aunt and uncle were unwilling to oversee her studies. After a year of scraping through school and feeling pinned down to the world, she felt that she had had enough and so ran away from home. It was in the outskirts of Throme where she ran into a stranger who would change her forever. There, when she apologized quietly and tried to run away, s/he (she still can’t tell the gender of that stranger) grabbed her by the arm and handed her the mask, a beautiful one painted like the night sky, saying that it had been waiting for her. Thus, she received her mask, not knowing the full depth of what she was accepting…

Crush
No one, yet, but that’s subject to change.

So begins...

Treia Rawler's Story

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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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Amara "Amy" Calen; The Roof


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.

The setting changes from Throme to Floor 6

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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.