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Mystic Grove

Town Square

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a part of Mystic Grove, by sparrowluvr2.

This is where parties and other events take place in Mystic Grove. If something's going on, you'll find someone here who most likely knows about it.

sparrowluvr2 holds sovereignty over Town Square, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The Town Square is a quaint little garden area. There is a gazebo in the middle. There is plenty of room for gatherings and walking about.
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Town Square

This is where parties and other events take place in Mystic Grove. If something's going on, you'll find someone here who most likely knows about it.

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Town Square is a part of Mystic Grove.

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Ula Morgan [11] "Come on in, the water feels great! C'mon, I don't bite! Those are the amazon mermaids you should watch out for.
Rimara Enudo [8] | Female 10 | Old Mayor's Daughter | Doctor |
Arturo Christobel DeGari [7] Don't be afraid of the big bad wolf.
Oscar Fallo [5] To get what you want, you have to know what that is
Kane MacTavish [5] "Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind."
Aileas McKenzie [3] "What's the latest gossip?"
Finn Berggren [1] "The night is nice and all, but imagine walking freely around the world during the day."

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Mystic Grove, Colorado. 12pm. Town Square.



Today is a sad day in Mystic Grove. They laid Mayor Wellford to rest today. The town has regathered with food and drink so celebrate the man that kept them safe for twenty five years. Even though they have a lot to grieve over, they try to make it a happy occasion. Mayor Wellford wouldn't want them to wallow in grief. There is a buzz among the townies. Just as history's past, a new mayor should be appearing at any moment. He won't be able to fight his fate of being the next Mayor. But will he run from his new responsibilities?



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Rosalynn DeGari has been slaving away through the night. The whole town would be there for the wake of late Mayor Wellford. She only took a break to shower, dress up nice, and go to the funerial. As soon as that was over, she was right back in the kitchen. She finished packing away all the food. She wouldn't be able to carry it all. "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all of these to town cener!" She called.

She knew he was probably off in the living room with their son. She sighed. Almost two weeks ago exactly, she had awoken to her husband's nightmare. She had given him tea and then read the leaves. She knew something back was going to happen. And then the continuous hooting of the owl outside of her window. She should have known someone was going to die. But how would she have been able to guess that it was Mayor Wellford? He was such a kind man. She hated what happened to him.

A car accident took his life. One that had a few strange circumstances around it. And now his daughter was all alone there. What was it like to be the only human in town? It was one thing when your family was in charge of running things, it had to be completely different now that she was along.

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Rosa could only pray that she would find comfort of humans when the new Mayor arrived. Maybe he- or she- would have a family they could welcome. She would only be able to imagine the person who would take over as the head of their town for now. Whoever they were would arrive at their town soon.

"I don't want to be late, Art! I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!" Rosa called to her husband and son. Opening the door, she grabbed one of the heavy boxes packed with food and headed outside. She kicked the door close with one of her black heels.
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Even with the heavy boxes, Rosa managed to make a good pace as she walked on the sidewalk towards the Town Square. They weren't too far away from it. Her heels tapped quietly as she walked. She nodded her head at the other towns' folk as she walked. She wasn't the only one heading that way. She got there and started to unpack her load.

'Crap,' She mentally kicked herself. She dialed her husband's number. She had forgot to pack their plastic cups, plates, and utensils. She didn't know if there would be enough here. "Pick up... pick up..." She muttered.



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Ula had been sitting, more liking hiding in the gazebo, since the funeral. She'd probably been one of the first to leave, but her leaving was more of a distressed sprinting. She wanted to be away from there, where the mayor lay dead in the ground. His mind was no longer thinking his kind thoughts, his lungs were no longer breathing so he could speak them, and his heart was no longer beating... no longer keeping him alive to care for the town, for his daughter. His daughter, Rimara. 'Oh, poor Rimara. I can't imagine what she must be going through right now. It must be horrible... I'll... I'll have to try to cheer her up. Try to make her smile. She has to celebrate the life he lived, not the ending of it. Right?'

Ula wasn't so sure anymore. Would she even be able to put on a smile to perform such a thing? Maybe it was too early anyway. "I'll let her mourn. I won't bug her then." She sniffed and wiped her cheeks, just in case she'd missed any of the salt traces. Even after nine years of living in fresh water, the salt from the sea hadn't left her system. When she cried above water, it would crystallize to form sparkling trails down her cheeks. Wiping them away had probably just made her cheeks sparkle.

Then she paused, hearing something... things being unpacked and a voice she recognized. 'Rosa,' she thought, and a small smile touched her lips at how the woman was as on time as ever. She got up from hiding and left the gazebo, resting her closed hands up on her heart as she quietly approached Rosa.

[color=teal]"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?"
In an attempt to hide her sorrowful emotions she, as always when upset, looked to the plastic plates, cups, and utensils. Truthfully, she would have brought something but... she lived under the water, what food would she be able to make underwater? This was one reason she thought that, maybe, she could get a job somewhere and get a house some time. And the money she'd saved up from selling small things she'd found was... somewhere in a bush around her home.



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Since the funeral of the mayor a few hours ago,Art had been in a state of deep contemplation. He was mainly thinking about how fragile life was, what if it had been Rosa or Eric in the car? He wasn't sure how he would cope living in the town on his own. Rosa's Magic helped him calm down the darkness within and without her he would be lost and get increasingly angry.

He was sat in the living room, his eyes staring at the coffee table his finger absentmindedly turning his wedding ring around his finger. He turned his head a little when Rosa called out to him "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all these to the town centre!"
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Arturo nodded mainly to himself his mind still astray, he sat up a little straighter his eyes watching the tress blow in the wind. "I don't want to be late,Art. I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!"

"Of course sweetheart..." Arturo called back and he finally made a move. Standing up he put on his suit jacket and walked into the kitchen picking up the boxes, Rosa must have already been at the town centre already. He noticed the smaller box of paper plates and plastic cutlery, Rosa must have forgotten them he smiled gently stacking them on top of the two boxes he had.

He was just about to close the door to the house when his phone started ringing and Eric being Eric he had to make a comment " Hey Art, I think your phones ringing"
Art sighed softly giving a soft chuckle "Really Eric? I thought a new breed of bird flew into the town and makes the exact same noise as my ringtone.."

He put the boxes down momentarily to pick up his phone, Rosa was probably calling him to ask about the paper plates and cutlery. " Hello darling, before you start you left the paper plates and things. I've got them I'll see you in a few minutes allright?" he smiled hanging up the phone he picked up the boxes and carried them to the town center.

Seeing Rosa he smiled taking the small box and handed it to her. He began to unpack the rest of the food wondering where Eric had got to.



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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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The moment Rosa heard the phone pick up, she opened her mouth to tell him what she forgot but he already proved he knew her very well already. "I knew there was a reason I married you." She told him before hanging up. She sighed in contentment. Even on a sad day like this he could bring her so much joy. She only wished she could brighten up Rimara's day as well. Not that she had seen her since the funeral. She had guided her son and husband away to give her the privacy she so craved. She didn't need to read her tarot cards to see what a fragile state she was in.

"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?" One of the sweetest girls, Rosa had ever met asked her. She looked up and smiled at the blonde.

"I would love if you helped me." Rosa said to her. "My husband is bringing more. How are you?" She asked, touching her arm and sending a burst of healing energy into her. She had been doing that all day to different people. Sure, it was taking on her but she saw it as he job for the wellfair of the town.

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The brunette slipped her phone into her pocket. She saw Eric and waved him over. "Hey, sweetie." She took the box of food from him and put it on the table. She didn't know what everyone, especially Rimara, would like to eat. "Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

She reached over and touched his shoulder, kissing his the top of his head. "Thank you, love. And if you need something, tell me okay? I'm always here for you." She reminded him. She gave him a small smile and started pulling out the dishes he had brought. She laid them out across the table. She was glad to see a few people were also bringing dishes as well.

She looked over at Ula and smiled at her. "Do you have any plans for the festival?" She asked her.

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The next thing she knew it her husband was insight. She gave him a peck on the cheek then rubbed her lipstick mark off his cheek. "Thank you for bringing the rest." She said to him.

She sighed, doing a quick survey of the town. Slowly people were coming. No one seemed to have changed out of their black funeral clothes but everyone wanted to celebrate the life of their great Mayor. Most things were in walking distance so even when people had cars, they hardly used them. She raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun as it came to stop next to her. It was a Stranger's car.

"Hi. Hello. Excuse me? Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low." The man spoke to her.

It took a moment for Rosalynn to pull heself out of her daze. "Hi there. We do of course, it's just closed today. All of the businesses are. Our mayor died and we're having a wake to celebrate his life and what a great man he was. Do you see that coffee shop?" She asked, pointing to it just across the street. "Park there, my husband and I own it, and come and have something to eat. We'll get you a room at the hotel and get you gas in the morning?"

She reached out her hand to shake his. She didn't have to touch his skin to know this man was not a supernatural creature. He was human and their new Mayor. "I'm Rosalynn DeGari, but you can call me Rosa. This is my husband, Arturo DeGari. Welcome to Mystic Grove."




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Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Ula could feel the healing energy working into her system, and she managed to meet Rosa's eyes as she smiled, "I'm doing better, thank you. But... try not to wear yourself out too much, kay? Your magic works wonders but we're no good without you. And speaking of which, how are you, Eric, and Arturo? Oh, and your sister and uncle?" She smiled again before turning away to start helping with the unpacking. Her thoughts wandered as she did this, though her ears were still open for replies and questions. 'Utensils.... Oo-ten-see-els, yule tent seals, you ten seals... Wierd words.' That's when she heard Mendzailla's name, and her main thoughts bounced to the topic of her sprite friend. But before she continued focusing on her scattered mind, she looked up and greeted Eric with a wave.

'I'll have to vsit Mendzailla later too. I should visit everyone, bring things they like or I think they might like. See if I can make their week a little better. No one should be upset for too long, it wouldn't be right. This place is usually so sunny and fun with our festivals hosted by... how many people? Eighteen? Thirty?' The young mermaid shrugged to herself, before snapping from her thoughts with a dazed blinking, pulled out by a question from Rosa.

Ula smiled and shrugged again, to Rosalynn this time, "Not really. I'll help with what I'm asked to do, dance a lot, participate in a few things, try not to freak out." She gave a small laugh, sounding almost sheepish as she knew what could happen if she saw some people doing certain things. She disliked when this happened, but in those moments didn't know what to do. "Try to stay out of trouble, of course, and not hurt too many people. What about your plans? Anything special?"

Then with a smile and a nod of greeting towards Arturo, Ula continued helping and sunk back into her thoughts. 'Special? Special's also a funny word. Wierd. What's weird? Art, people, etc., the word etcetera, age. Thinking of age, we have lots of different ages here, don't we?' She knew most of the "Mystic Grovian's" ages, or had learned them at some point wether through blunt questioning or piecing it together, and her wanderng mind began counting up the ages that came off the top of her head, 'Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, fourty-three, fourty-eight, fifty-two, ninety-seven, and... a hundred and twen-' Her concentration was suddenly saved again, but this time by somethin... odd. An unfamiliar voice had awaken her. It was a man, obviously, maybe middle-aged.

Finally, Ula turned to look behind her and found Rosalynn speaking with a man in a minivan, it was driven by a woman from what she could see but she couldn't tell if there was anyone else. She jogged, almost skipping, until she was next to Rosalynn. Though... it would probably be more considered behind her even as she leaned to wave to the newcomers. For the moment, all of her previous sorrows had been forgotten at the appearance of new faces. Ula even waved to the other windows, just in case there was someone else, "Hi! We're sorry for the inconvenience of it being closed. But the hotel is cozy and lots of people here cook really good food. I hope you enjoy your stay!" It would considered near impossible for others, but this was Ula Morgan, and she lost balance without the slightest of provokation. A gasp escaped her and she grabbed onto Rosa's arm for just a moment, squeaking out a quick "Sorry!" and trying to gently brush the sparkling salt from her tears off of Rosa's arm.



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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Kane frowned subtly and perhaps a concern flashed in his eyes. He would have spoken again, if she didn't reply, to tell her that they were there for her, that this celebration was as much for the old Mayor as it was for her in some ways. Instead, he smiled back at her happily. She'd lived there for years, as had he, yet the two had hardly exchanged a few words.

"It tends t' make e'erythin' a bit be'er" he replied, smirking slightly as he said so. He replied, initially, to her question with a shake of the head. "Nah, I've got e'erythin'. Don' worry yerself." They walked for a bit in silence, and KJ bit his lip for a moment as he debated on what to say next.

"Yer father was a great man,"
he said after some time. "It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im." He was silent again as they walked into the town's square. His eyes fell nearly instantly upon the unfamiliar minivan that Ula and Rosa had already crowded around. "Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"








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Malcolm's brow furrowed slightly as the woman finally turned to face him. She seemed at a loss for a moment, but she suddenly regained herself and flew into a quick summary of what the townsfolk were apparently up to. At the end, he slowly accepted her hand in a handshake. "O-oh..." he said softly, also temporarily at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry to hear that...about your mayor." His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. This was weird. Like, really weird. He'd read and written enough horror stories to know that strange people asking you to spend the night usually didn't end well.

"Look, uh, Rosa...we'd love to. Really. But we have...a realtor to meet with in the morning, and I really don't want to keep her waiting, you know?" That was bullshit. He had no idea where they'd be staying at their new town, and he hadn't even spoken to a realtor.

He then looked to the younger, blonde girl who chirped a greeting at him. He simply waved back, feeling as though he ought not to speak anymore least he upset them, and he certainly didn't want to do so with the car so low on fuel. "Let me...er...talk for a moment..." He gestured to Tierra as he rolled up the window and looked in her direction. "What the hell do we do?" He hissed the question under his breath as if worried the citizens of Mystic Grove might overhear him.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel
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Noah was so bored without internet. Would it really kill his father to get one of those modems for travel that cellular services provided. As usual the dark headed boy was silent in the back seat, his earbuds in his ears and his iPod blared anything but what his dad decided to play. He looked out the window. Trees. Everywhere. He had never been a big fan of forest. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from the internet and having to be outside that was a downer for him.

He looked to the front when he heard his aunt say his name. ”Huh?” He pulled one of the buds out of his ear. He glanced between his dad and aunt. They went back to talking to each other. He shrugged and put his earbud back in. It wasn’t until the car slowed as they exited onto a ramp that he looked up again. He leaned over so he could see the dashboard and saw they were on empty. He gave a huff, rolling his eyes. ”Of course.” He just wanted to get to wherever they were going. He hated long car rides. At least at the gas station would give him a reason to get out of the car and stretch his long legs.

When his father pulled over to talk to a women, Noah pulled out one of the buds again so he could hear the conversation. He narrowed his eyes. He had read too many of his father’s horror stories not to find it a little suspicious that they were inviting them to a picnic or whatever it was. It wasn’t like they’d kill someone to throw a party just in case someone happened to stumble into her town. But his stomach rolled at the idea of food. When had he last ate? He looked next to him seeing a few empty candy bar wrappers.

He stayed quiet in the backseat. He looked back as another girl ran over. His eyebrows shot up. Did her eyes just pour out salt instead of tears? He blinked but just like it was gone. He looked at his aunt, feeling a little unsettled. He wasn’t sure what they should do but as soon as her dad turned back to them with the window rolled up his stomach growled again.

”I think we should try out the food… I mean we don’t really have an appointment.. so why not just check out this place? Maybe they have some homes for sell?” Noah suggested from the backseat, trying to get a peek at what food they had on the table.

”They have pie.” He said suddenly, pressing up to the window to look. He caught sight of the women who had been talking to his father. He blushed and gave a sheepish grin and waved. He looked at his aunt and father once more. ”What’s one night? Would you rather keep going and get stuck somewhere without gas?” He asked.

Noah jumped involuntarily when the man knocked on the window. He listened to him and looked back at them, giving them a pointed look. ”I do not want to get stuck on the side of a mountain for the night.” He shook his head.




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Sleep had escaped Oscar. It had slipped away from him like a mist. No matter what he did, he couldn't grasp onto it. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, resting a hand on his chest. Everything had changed. Like a switch, the town was restarted. All the faces were the same but the center of it, the heart of it, was gone. The only thing left was the brain, him. Few people listened to sense. They were busy buzzing like mischievous bees, getting into trouble, falling in love, waging war, and making a mess. And then they were gone. With a heavy sigh, he thought of the Mayor. He was what you wanted in a man of authority. Everyone believed him to be good. They had trusted him. They had sought him for advice. He had vision. But what made him effective was that he listened. Oscar had lasted through too much of this town's muck. Its secrets, its underbelly, its history. He had been apart of it, helped shaped it and the late Mayor had allowed Oscar to help him continue to make it something worthwhile.

Hell, what did it matter? Maybe it was all bullshit? Everything turned to dust in the end... well, maybe not him. Finally he rolled out of bed. He could brood upright. He could brood in any position. Oscar decided to take his thoughts with him to the cemetery. Dawn had yet to breach. The night was a good cover. He nodded to the Mayor's gravestone. "What happened?" he thought out loud. "What the hell did you do?" He touched the top of the gravestone, tapping his fingers against the stone. He could almost feel the tears passing over the stone, the gentle caresses, the grievous farewells. But he didn't feel grief. It was something else entirely. Confusion.

Later that day, he dressed in black as expected. It was little effort. Most of his clothes were dark in color and layered in stern cynicism. He passed a few children on his way. They were playing in the grass, kicking a ball back and forth. Suddenly he felt a snap against his ankle. One of the children squinted at him. "Oy, ball here, old man!" Oscar turned to the boy slowly and suddenly the children were struck still, eyes wide. With a quick snap of his fingers, the ball deflated. "That's Mr. Fallo to you, kid. Your grandfather was just as bad," He was getting too old for this. He was getting too tired.

As he headed into the town square, he saw a familiar figure in the distance. A woman walking with another. It was Ramira. He stopped in his tracks. He hadn't been in the same room with her alone in a long time. It was intentional. She was a constant reminder of better days, of days that made him believe in impossible things. It was a thorn in his otherwise dark worldview. He quickly turned away, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered. He hated people but he needed their cover.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel
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Ula tried to brush the remaining salt from her cheeks, but it just made it stay. To be honest she didn't mind it much, all it really did was make it look like she had sparkly powder on her cheeks. As she watched the window roll up, she couldn't help but almost laugh at a sudden thought. "You know, I've read a few horror books and seen a few movies. The ones with little villages towns being really nice to random strangers and inviting them to stay often... end with one or none of the visitors leaving." She shrugged, looking to the people that were near her, "I'm... gonna go see if I can hep with setting up anything. Seeya, Rosa." She smiled and gave an odd little gesture, almost like a shrug, but with a smile and start into a happy walk bck towardste tables. Before she got too far she turned to wave farewell to the newcomers, thogh she only just greeted them. [color=teal]"Enjoy!"

She then contnued on her way to the tables and... her smile faltered smewhat. Her sorrow had momentarily disappeared at the thouht of new people, but returnd wen she turned towards the event and remembered the meaning of it. Her step sobered and she avoided eye contact with those she pased. The hurt was still frsh inher,but Rosalynn's healing energy did work wonders. After this day was over, she was going to mosey on her way back home, maybe relax in a tree and end up falling asleep... maybe check the waters for trash or anything needing to be cleaned or purified.


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He just had to get somewhere, anywhere. As long as he was away from her. Already thoughts of her began plaguing his mind. The shape of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, the smell of her hair... He could almost hear her laugh. Despite himself, Oscar began to smile. It was already too late. He had tried to keep his distance after it ended. It was the right idea and he reminded himself that with every ache or pang of longing. She'd be happier with her own kind.

Oscar noticed Ula by the tables and decided to do something completely unprecedented. He would offer to help. He made his way over, eyes to the ground and grimacing. He took a cup in his hand and spun it carelessly in his hands. "Uh... Ula, is it? Can I help?" He nearly choked on the words. He was used to giving orders, not taking them. And as the cup fumbled out of his hand, he realized his domestic skills were equally lacking. Oscar snuck a glance at Rimara as she walked off. She was still irritatingly beautiful.

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A low groan emanated from Oscar's throat. Indecisiveness irked him like nothing else. It was a lack of control, a wild element, an unpredictable rogue of a concept. "This is what we're going to do," he said with a wave of his hand. Oscar began spreading the cups out onto the table. "We pour at once otherwise we'll be here all day. But we fill them half full," he said, punctuating his last point. "This is important to remember," he pressed, looking her in the eye. His brow furrowed as his voice dropped to a stern tone.

Oscar knew it was a small concern. It didn't matter how the cups were filled. It didn't matter whether or not they were filled at all. People could figure out how to serve themselves. But with the death of the mayor, a man that he could almost admit was a friend, he felt directionless. Who would he lead? Who would he advise? Who would spend late nights arguing with him about street names and city sanctions? Who would debate with him on human-magic relations? Change didn't come easily to him. He needed a purpose and right now, it was cups.

"Once your done here, stack the cups and don't put too much ice in the bowl. We don't want to water it down," His point ended with a stern nod as he began toying with the cups and their positions. If he was going to do something, it would be perfect.

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Character Portrait: Finn Berggren Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari
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Parking his car at the bar his mother owns, which wasn't far from the town square. He adjusted his hair, he cannot look out of order like he did this morning. No one should think that he can't control his urges. He finally got out of his car, and headed towards the town square. He noticed that although people were there it seemed a bit empty. Maybe it was all the negative energy, and their grief over the dead human body that was rotting in the cemetery. He didn't want to seem rude, but how does one pretend to like someone they never did.

He approached the square and decided to make way to the table with the drinks, he sure could use a drink right now. He's stressed out right now and some alcohol would loosen him up a bit. He walked in an elegant way, being alive for over ninety-seven years gave him reason to, he doesn't want to come off as some twenty year old who doesn't know what he's doing. Although he clearly looks like one, if you don't know him. Taking a cup he filled it with some whiskey and downed it in seconds, and then poured himself another full cup before moving away from the table and ascending the stairs of the gazebo that stood in the center of the square.

Finn wanted to observe, he saw Ula and Oscar pouring some drinks at one table, and Rosa with Arturo talking to some people, some humans, passing by the town. He saw Rimara from a distance, she looked like she wasn't ready to go to an event like this. He was right in his assumption when he saw her going away from the town square.

Another urge hit him, as he though about Rimara being the only human that lived in this hell hole. If only she wasn't so nice and innocent for him to hurt. He wished that more humans lived in this supernatural infested town. He looked over to the car that was still there, and saw a young guy's head pop into view. A beautiful young nerdy guy, who probably had sweet tasting blood. He shook at the thought that popped into his head. He mustn't think of blood right now, especially not human.

He groaned as he faced away from the car and mumbled, "Crap, Crap! Just what I needed a new HUMAN family stopping by. It'd be nice if they stayed for a while, but who knows how long I'll control myself with that sweet thing around." Finn knew how to take care of his urges, but if this family did stay for long he would have these urges more often. Then again, this town is lacking humans. Downing his second cup of whiskey he needed a distraction.

He left the gazebo, and was about to approach Ula, but it seemed as if she was too distressed, so he decided to leave her alone. Now he was left alone with Rosa and Arturo who were still hanging around the humans. He wondered how long he had to be present at this thing, before it was considered he officially attended the event.