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Violet Marsden

"Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts."

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a character in “safe harbour”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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F U L LXN A M E
Violet Rose Marsden

N I C K N A M E (S)
Violet | Most commonly used
V/Vi/Vio | Used by those closest to her
Rose | Childhood petname by her mother
Marsy | Petname by a few people, doesn't like it much

B I R T H D A Y
November 10th | Scorpio

A G E
Died when she was 19 | Doesn't remember how long she's been a ghost, but at least a few years by now

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'3" & 103lbs

S E X U A L I T Y
Panromantic | Demisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
Greythorne, British Columiba | Born | Raised | Death

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Speech | Thought




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L I K E S
| Soft and classical music, oddly enough she's always found it calming and peacefull, and ever since she became a ghost she's found it even more calming | Books, seeing as she doesn't have much to do anymore all she ever does is read and is usually at the library for new books to read | Animals, as they're the only other ones that can see her, other than the other supernatrual beings in the town | People, she's very much so a people person and rarely likes being left alone as it makes her feel as if she'll nbe forgotten and disapear | Kalvin, as he was her pet before she died and is her only real friend |

D I S L I K E S
Paranormal Investigators and Exhorsists, rather obvious why she wouldn't like them | Her death, and she refuses to except the fact that she passed away | Disapearing or being forgotten, she feels if anyone were to forget who she was, that she'd disapear not only from memory but also from the human world as well | Being alone, as it makes her feel as though she's the only one and it causes massive paranoia and anxiety | Cars, anything that has to do with them scares and terrifies her to the point that she refuses to go anywhere near them | Being ignored, as it only reassures the fact that she is a ghost | Being alone forever, she doesn't want to be alone for the rest of whatever existance she has left | Deep and dark waters, as she never knew how to swim and was terrified of water her entire life |


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P E R S O N A
In simple terms, Violet is the loyal Ghost best friend everyone wants. She's funny, smart, kind, loyal to the point that it's painfully so, and would do anything to keep whatever friends she has left safe from harm, even if the only thing she can really do is warn them or cause a chain reaction in hopes of them being safe. She cares for people, it's just hard for her since she lost everyone she's ever truly cared for aside from her grandmother who has fallen ill. She's the type of girl who would save a cup of hot chocolate and help you if you're having a bad day. She enjoys the quiet life, sometimes pretending to be that person who really never deals with the million problems she deals with in real life, and puts her friends first. That's her motto..and if it's anything she want's, she will do whatever it takes to get it. She has her good moments, especially with her few friends. Sometimes they can feel like family to her, and sometimes she feels like they want her to disappear. She personality has been referred to as, innocent by most who know her, and annoying by those who are meeting her for the first time. She always has a smile on her face and has jokes to tell and positive vibes to share.

She never intends to, but she usually becomes the noticeable one, usually by being a clutz or making a really awkward first impression. The only one who differs from being just an ordinary person or in this case your normal ghost. She and her friend used to be both the one's who can have similar ways of thinking things through the right way, though all Violet feels like is that every good move she makes ends up becoming a bad one, which it usually does due to her lack of common sense, and in a way, her lack of every day smarts. Her charm came from her mother or as she thinks as she has a hard problem with remembering things from her past life. Sometimes Vio just wants everyone to like her for who he is really- tricky thing is that she's helpful and worst of all everyone tends to never see her usefulness, and instead take her quirks and ending up having them be used as a way to put her down, resulting in her shutting down and disappearing for a while until her spirits have been lifted again.

Aside from the positives, and quirkiness she usually exudes, Violet is very stubborn to where it's painful, especially when it comes to the fact that she is indeed dead. And nothing more than a ghost, a small and slowly fading remnant of what she once was. With her parents gone and with her grandmother's slowly fading health, her memory is slowly fading and becoming none existant, and without anyone around to remember or think of her she feels herself slowly fading and growing weaker as time goes on, and she fears that the day her grandmother passes away so will her memory and in extension, Violet as a whole will soon be snuffed out as well..



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T H E H A U N T I N G
Unlike most of the supernatural forces that coexist in Greythorne, Violet is one of the odd ones out, as the others can live their life and get to enjoy life, Violet simply stands on the sidelines and gets to simply observe but never interact. As you see, Violet is a literal Ghost among the Vampires, Lycans, Faeries, Witches, Angels, Demons, and whatever else have you in the small town. While others can interact with anything in the physical world, Violet simply gets to watch from afar as if she weren't even really there. Being a Ghost or well, a grounded spirit unable to move on, she posses free will to roam as she wishes, not being contained to the place where she passed away. But as a Ghost, she has the properties that come with it, which is when they are usually only visible to other supernatural creatures and occasionally some humans, often their loved ones, which in this case it would be her grandmother. But due to her old age and ever failing memory and eyesight, she isn't able to see Violet, but simply hear a faint whisper from afar and have a sense of someone being there, but just slightly. Which causes such anger and frustration as she can be standing right infront of her and be screaming and her grandmother would be none the wiser that her beloved granddaughter was with her.

On the occasion, Violet can make herself corporeal for a short time, but this is relatively rare and requires much concentration, peace of mind, and acceptance that she is is truly dead. Normally with Ghosts or spirits, there's usually something that ties them to the mortal realm, something preventing their soul from resting, which usually, in the end, they can choose to pass on if that is ever resolved so they can find peace. But unlike most Ghosts, Violet refuses to accept the reality that she is dead and tries to live her days like she used to, but not being able to interact with anything directly, or ever be hungry or tired has caused major distress and has more often than not been a big factor to her depression and refusal to accept the fact that she is dead.

But with the Supernatural beings in Greythorne, Violet is able to communicate and interact with anyone that bothers even wanting to acknowledge her presence. For the few people that do they can see that she simply didn't want to die, especially not how and when she did, but that she is simply trying to continue her life like she did in the past and is more often than not a good companion to have as she can actually converse with them and it not being a one-sided conversation. But with her being an oddity in and of itself, most other ghosts don't like Violet and tend to find her annoying, leaving few others wanting to actually deal with her at times.


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H I S T O R I A
Violet's human life, from what she can remember was about as normal and average as one would imagine, even while living in a town full of supernatural beings. But as years went on and as she grew up, she learned to have an appreciation for the supernatural and was almost obsessed, always wanting to learn new things from anyone that would give her the time of day and answer her seemingly endless questions. From an early age, about seven or so she remembers being able to see things and people that others couldn't see, no matter how badly she may have tried to prove that she was seeing things and not just imagining things, while her parents put aside her childish thoughts her grandmother encouraged them. Which in turn caused more of a strain on Violet and her parent's relationship as Violet grew closer to her grandmother than her own parents.

Her grandmother was essentially her only real parent as her mother and father were always too busy to take care of and look after their only child. It was when she was eleven years old that her parents were killed in a car accident that left Violet badly injured, but nothing she wouldn't be able to recover from. Except for maybe a deathly fear of cars and loud noises. After the accident, she had refused to go anywhere near cars and would always walk to school, no matter if it was rain or shine, summer or winter she would always walk to school and back to her house in the small town with her grandmother. After a few years had passed Violet knew something was off about her, not just that she could see as her grandmother put it, "Dead people", as blunt as she was, Violet knew she wasn't like the other kids her age. While her friends were getting boyfriends and girlfriends she always felt like the odd one out as she never had any interest in anyone else. At least it was until she met someone that helped open her eyes and helped connect the dots she had been trying to put together ever since she was little, and it was because of said person that at the age of seventeen she was finally able to come out to her grandmother.

Violet sat her Grandmother down after a day at school and tried explaining it the most beating around the bush way she could, trying to avoid saying it as bluntly as she could until her grandmother simply called her out on it and blatantly said it herself. And to Violet's surprise and relief, her grandmother said she always had a feeling that Violet wasn't entirely straight, if not at most gay. She explained that she didn't care who she was interested in no matter if they were human or not, male or female, as long as they treated her with the respect that was all she cared about. And that night she invited a friend who was slightly older than her and named Sarah, over who she introduced as her girlfriend. They had been secretly dating for a few months and when Violet found out that she was actually a Fae, or more commonly known as a Succubus in lamen terms. Contrary to popular belief, Sarah did actually care for Violet, and their relationship was as innocent and pure and genuine as anyone would have guessed from a supernatural force.

But as time went on and two years went by, their relationship only grew closer and stronger, becoming rather intense. They had planned that once Violet had graduated her last year of school and got a job that they would think about getting engaged if the cards were on the table and that they would stay in Greythorn to take care of her grandmother as she was the only real family Violet had. So when her nine-teenth birthday finally arrived they had decided to go on a group date with a few of their friends to the lake in the backwoods of the town, as a way to get away from people and be able to have fun as their end of the school year was coming to a close. The day had been nothing but full of fun as they had a fire pit, ice skating, and sledding and all-around fun as they played guitar and sang songs until the sun had begun to go down and people began to leave as it was getting late. Sarah suggested that they should leave with their friends, but Violet simply said that Sarah should go as she would help clean up and catch up with them later. They kissed goodbye and Violet watched as the group left, and she busily cleaned up the area they had been occupying.

When she was finally done the sun had already set and it was almost entirely dark and the temperature began to drop. Violet was getting ready to leave when she noticed something on the ice and went to retrieve whatever it was, but little did she know that there were several thin patches of ice all across the lake. When she had retrieved the item that was on the ice she began her way back when without any warning the ice beneath her broke causing her to fall through the ice, and due to her never learning to swim due to her immense fear and no one else around she was helpless. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling and feeling weak as things began to slowly dim she felt herself begin to drift off. It was only when she opened her eyes did she realize something was wrong. Everything was silent and cold, as if she couldn't get warm, she finally found herself back home, but no one was there. She couldn't find anyone.

It was only after what felt like days that she finally found out the truth of what happened at the day at the lake. She never came back home and she was reported as a missing person. For weeks no one was able to find her, until two months later a body was discovered by an ice fisherman, and it was taken to be identified. It was Violet. She never made it back from that night and everyone, especially her grandmother and Sarah were heartbroken at the news of her passing. It was ruled an accidental drowning as it was public knowledge she didn't know how to swim. Violet attended her own funeral, not understanding what was happening as she was right there. She yelled at her grandmother, asking why she couldn't see her or why she didn't answer her. It was only when Violet saw her own body in the casket that the truth hit her. She was dead..Simply a Ghost of her former self, something no one could see or hear. Years passed as she watched the others eventually move past her death, accepting it as any other death. Her grandmother took the hardest and over the years that came by her health deteriorated severely, Sarah visited her every day until she wasn't recognized by Violet's grandmother anymore, understanding that it was her time to finally leave. Sarah left Greythorne as she had originally planned, but this time it was without Violet, who only watched as the only one that could see her left.

After that Violet was left alone, having nothing to do but watch over her grandmother silently as she was invisible to anyone that seemed to care. With being nothing more than a literal Ghost, Violet grew weak and depressed over the years as everyone she ever cared about either died or forgot who she was. Now she finds herself secretly living in her grandmother's house, watching over her as her days are slowly coming to an end, which is something Violet fears is coming all too soon as her health is growing worse each and every passing day. But it was only recently that Violet has felt like something is beginning to stir in this old town, and she will do whatever it is that she can to find out whatever it is, making sure that her grandmother stays far away from the crossfire of whatever dread she feels coming their way..


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So begins...

Violet Marsden's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia

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plans had been in motion for months now. it had been discussed, time and time again, but it was only here, now, that anything was finally starting to happen about it. their scouts had finally found the town. stray, random scouts had found it over the years, but multiple scouts had found it. which finally meant that they could start moving. it was just a matter of time. greythorne had been found. greythorne would fall, and every monster that walked it's streets would be destroyed. it was just a matter of time. its residents didn't know it yet. but day by day, hour by hour, the hunters came ever closer.




PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?

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There was a rare few hours of peace in Greythorne. As the sun peaked above the trees, still only starting to rise, and those who would rather avoid the sun slunk back indoors. The town was quiet for a few hours as people began to rise and began their day. At times like this, it was easy to forget the danger that awaited them. It was even easier for those who either didn't know or who didn't want to know.

Peace was something that Phoenix Woods hadn't known for a long time. It seemed that there was always something turbulent in his life, keeping his thoughts a constant wave of emotion. For months, his life had been the same thing. Every waking hour was spent working on the cafΓ©, making sure that he was too busy to think, too busy to hurt. More than once, he'd ended up painting or building or crafting recipes at 3AM when that awful, crushing loneliness kept him awake. Even when he'd opened for business, there had always been something to do. He'd questioned so many times if this had been the right decision. But he'd had to do something, he'd had to walk away.

His parents had rang him that morning to wish him luck. The conversation had gone about as well as he'd expected, which was to say they avoided the question of when they'd be coming back to Greythorne to see him and the cafΓ©, had told him how exhausted he had looked, and had boasted about how truly wonderful the French riviera was. He still had never quite forgiven them for just walking out. They'd had a bitter argument, one their relationship had never quite healed from. They made Phoenix feel as though it had been his fault they'd been "trapped" in that small town for so long. They told him on a Friday and were gone by Monday.

Phoenix sighed and leaned against the frame of the French doors, closing his eyes to soak in the sunlight for a brief moment. Today was the launch of the cafΓ©. Despite the fact that it had been open for six weeks already, things hadn't been finished, and he'd literally only just gotten enough money together to fund the party. It was no wonder he looked exhausted. He didn't think he'd slept more than five hours any night in the last six months. Even last night, he'd had to wake up at 4AM to start baking for the day. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel peaceful. Or even to have energy.

But he didn't have time to dwell on it. He sighed, pulled on his leather jacket, closed the doors behind him, and made the short walk to the cafΓ©. The smell of fresh paint was masked with the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, making him feel just a little more relaxed. Some of the staff were inside already, getting set up, and he just smiled and nodded at them, taking the first tray out of the oven. And the day began.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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J A I D E N P R I C E

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A shadow of a grin formed on her face when she saw Phoenix duck back into the cafe to look for the jam that the new guy asked for. She gave him the cautious side-eye, that was until she heard her phone beep in her jacket's pocket, which caused her to quickly take it out and look who messaged her. She grinned as she saw it was Phoenix simply asking her to stop looking at him like that. She chuckled and simply replied back with as much sass as he was deserving of, Maybe when you stop giving him those eyes, then just maybe. Or if you continue, I will scare this one off. Your choice, lover boy. she said in response to Phoenix' plea. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and got out of the seat, deciding it was best she left, otherwise she'd get ahead of herself and forget what she needed around the town before she went home.

She gave the new guy another look, this one was a tad bit longer of a gaze as she couldn't exactly nail what she was thinking, something was...Off about this one. With one last look she shook her head and walked out of the door, giving Phoenix one last friendly word of advice and good luck, and left. Seeing Alex and Aurora talking across the street she gave them an awkward wave and proceeded to walk to the nearest store for some last-minute supplies before she would make her way back to her house in the woods. In all public eye she was the outgoing, friendly type of social butterfly everyone would love to be friends with, but in reality, Jaiden wished she could just disappear and never have to interact with anyone ever again, simply out of fear of hurting someone else, but she knew it was impossible, especially with the supposed Hunters coming. And she was slowly getting more and more scared as time passed.




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A soft sigh escaped his lips as the woman named Evelyn continued talking, something Markus didn't normally mind. But, she just didn't stop talking. It was like she was almost a machine, that never ran out of fuel. He did the best he could to remain calm and hold his composure as she rambled on about how did he know she was new to being a vampire and such. A small grin spread across his face, but it soon faded as he thought of an answer. "Well, yes and no. It's, complicated really." he began to speak as they continued walking with the body. He could feel a slight tug as he assumed Evelyn began to drop the man, stopping in his steps as she got a hold of him again, and they resumed walking.

"By that I mean you have tells of being new. For a vampire, you're awfully cheery and rather, in a sense, still rather human. And by that I mean you don't have the normal signs of an aged and experienced vampire. And there's nothing wrong with it in general, but when it comes to Hunters, it shows you're new, vulnerable, and not as skilled as others are. You make an easier target, and your newness, once it's exposed, can easily be used against you." he finally stopped and took a breath, he didn't normally talk this much and it was beginning to show. He took a moment to compose his mind and let him think for a moment before he began to speak again.

"You need to study and examine your targets more carefully. Don't speak until their motives are clear. If these were any more experienced Hunters, they would have killed you all too easily. What I'm trying to say is, learn more, act less until you know what you need to. Your gut will tell you the rest." he said with a calm tone. Markus was a loner, that much was true, but he wasn't any less of a tutor, and when he saw moments of being able to teach someone, he took it. If he could help someone, he would. He was a loner, not heartless, and that's what made him misunderstood amongst most of the people in this town.

As they continued talking, a small house in the distance appeared, seeing as he left some of the lights still on, having forgotten them. He turned his head to look at Evelyn, a small shadow of what could be considered a smile spread across his face as he turned back to look at his humble home. "Indeed it is. It's small, but I don't need much room as it's just me, usually. It's the best way to stay out of the eye of people, and to myself. I prefer being alone usually." he said with a remotely cold tone. He walked up to the door, unlocked it with one hand he kicked the door with his boot lightly so they could enter. He tossed his keys on the floor and nodded to Evelyn. "Make yourself at home. I'll take care of this guy first, and then I'll take a look at the wound you got there." he said with a bit of sympathy and worry in his voice. He closed the door and locked it behind them, picking up the still unconscious man, tossing him onto his shoulder he unlocked one of the other doors and walked down into the darkly lit basement, being able to see perfectly fine due to the wolf in him.

A few minutes later Markus emerged from the basement, the man was shackled by several cuffs and impossibly breakable chains that kept him to the wall. There was no way he was getting out, due to one way out as there were no windows, and the door was bolted and locked. It was where Markus would retreat to if he didn't turn outdoors, so he wasn't going anywhere without them knowing. He finally found Evelyn in one of the rooms and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Ready?" he asked, both of his arms folded neatly behind his back.




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The sun was high in the sky as Violet made her way out of her grandmother's house as she had been living there for the past few years, or what one would call living, seeing as she was a Ghost in past recent years. Violet usually kept to herself, residing in the small colonial house with her aging grandmother who had all since her own passing, forgot about her granddaughter and has remained oblivious to Violet's presence. Only ever getting a slight chill or feeling as though someone was in the house with her. Much to Violet's dismay, her grandmother's ever-declining health had been weighing on her mind lately, and not being able to communicate with her much anymore had often been a result in her worsening depression. But she wasn't going to let that bring her down, especially not today as it was the grand opening of that new caffe in the town. She heard whispers about it, and she was excited, even if she wasn't able to partake in the food part, she was going to show her support to the owner, Phoenix. They had been good enough friends, even with Violet being a ghost.

He was always nice to her, as well as were some of the other patrons in the town, even those were few and far between. Thankfully the house wasn't too far from where she was going, and soon enough she made it, seeing one of the locals leaving the establishment, Jaiden Price was her name, if Violet could remember correctly. Jaiden was nice to her the few times they talked, but it never lasted very long due to them both being introverts and socially awkwardness. Violet smiled as she walked through the door, rather literally and saw a thinning group of people at the front counter. And there Phoenix was, as well as a new person. He was tall, like very tall, had bright eyes, and pale blonde hair and skin, something about him unnerved Violet, but she didn't know what it was. Just, something about his presence, the very feeling he radiated scared her a bit. She shook her head and looked at the man she was there for, "Hey, Phoenix! How's it going? Good I hope! I'm glad this place turned out as well as it did!" she said with a large and toothy smile, not having realized she had rather literally walked right through the stranger, stepping to the side she gave him a blushed grin. "M-my bad. I don't always realize it, I'm sorry..." she said with an awkward chuckle as she rubbed the back of her neck.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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CASSIEL DAVIS
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ImageAurora bit the inside of her cheek as he teasingly leaned close whispering into her ear. She assumed he was close enough, he could probably count the freckles on her face. After he pulled away to look at her she feigned a look of sadness, blowing a small sigh out of her lips. β€œThat’s a shame. I would’ve scared him off anyway. I always do”, She said partially joking, but there still was some truth to her tone. Rory hadn’t done much dating since her arrival to Greythrone. She’d tried, but all she had managed to do was scare off a werewolf and a siren. Aurora had summed it up to her fae nature - no one simply could keep up with her. Regardless she was happy, and kept herself too busy to think much about romantic relationships.

Aurora rolled her eyes at the haunting comment placing her hands on her hips. β€œOh yes, I think a 5’4’’ glitter bomb would be particularly haunting” She wiggled her fingers in his face mimicking the β€˜highly-unrealistic’ boo’s that humans had attributed to ghosts before ending in a fit of giggles. β€œOh really? My favorite? I’m curious as to how you came to that outlandish conclusion” Rory said raising an eyebrow. β€œYou know, I think my favorite would have at least remembered their order of flowers. Nonetheless, I like to think of myself as a rather forgiving person so I’ll let it slide this time” She turned on her heel and began walking down the sidewalk calling back over her shoulder. β€œYou’re more than welcome to pick them up now, I’m on my way back anyway. Unless you’ve had your daily dose of Aurora today and can pick them up tomorrow.”

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Cas’s eyes lit up in delight as the man placed the lovely looking scone on a plate and setting it in front of him. If he were being honest, he might of ordered every jam the store had, after all he had plenty of time to try all of them. While he was back in the kitchen getting the jam, Cas’s eyes roamed back to the rest of the cafe instantly locking eyes with someone who’s burning gaze had been boring into the back of his head the entire time he had been talking to the man at the counter. It was a woman, who didn’t look particularly happy with his presence. A best friend most likely, she didn’t trust him. She was probably right. When she had noticed that he had caught her gaze she turned away leaving the store, causing him to turn back to the counter just as a handful of jam jars were placed in front of him.

Cassiel bit his lip slightly to keep from grinning wildly as the man, Phoenix, rambled on in front of him. Asking too many questions for Cas’s normal liking but at this point he found that he really didn’t mind. The comment about the homegrown berries made him raise an eyebrow and he truly didn’t doubt that they were as good as Phoenix described. β€œPromising me endless jars of jam is a little dangerous. I might drive you crazy” He said with a slight chuckle, β€œI’m Cas, Cas Davis” He had dropped the last half of his name a few years after the fall - he didn’t feel like he was Cassiel anymore, not to mention he never liked giving too much information to anyone. Cas had adopted the last name Davis on the third day he fell after he ran into a man with the same last name. It was simple, common, not too flashy, it worked.

Cassiel wasn’t surprised that Phoenix asked him many questions about who he was and why he was here. He didn’t blame him, if a stranger strolled into his quiet town too he’d be a little suspicious. It wasn’t the first time that someone had fired questions at him, but it had been quite sometime so for a moment he was a little taken by surprise. Maybe it was the fact that the last couple of years he had distanced himself from others to avoid this exact situation. It didn’t take him long to get over the small little hiccup before the words flowed out of him convincingly. He had spent years perfecting a story, in fact many. The business owner, the professor, the traveler, the list went on and on. It was sort of amusing to him, to see how creative and elaborate he could possibly get with his backstory. He always found it interesting how easily others believed him, of course there were certain things you had to follow. For one, he could never tell too little or too much - either end of the spectrum seemed suspicious.

Still, looking into Phoenix’s eyes he felt bad. Bad about lying. Cas normally never felt any sort of adherence to anyone in a while, but this man in front of him made it a little more difficult. Especially when he threw flirtatious banter his way. β€œTo be quite honest” oh how he humored himself sometimes, β€œGreythorne was simply a stop. I only meant to stay in town for a night, I’m on my way up to White Horse in Yukon. My sister lives there. I guess there’s just something about this town that wants to keep me here. And I have a terrible feeling that your jam might be the cause of that” He said with a chuckle and a slight wink.

Cas’s expression faltered however when he felt an odd, pulling sensation and took a small step back noticing that a girl had quite literally walked through him. Any normal human might’ve fainted at the sight but Cas assumed that most everyone in this town had some sort of oddness. At least, most of them didn’t have any problem with hiding it. That thought alone unnerved him slightly, after seeing the Salem ordeal unfold he’d imagined every supernatural being were weary of being open about themselves. Ghosts were also something that Cas resonated differently with, most of the time he felt bad for them. Lost souls stuck in the middle. As he looked inquisitively at the young ghost in front of him he assumed she must have a place waiting for her above. She didn’t seem too menacing. He offered her a warm smile as she realized what she had done, β€œdon’t worry, I promise you that’s not the first time that has ever happened” a teasing glint in his eye. That was the truth.

Not wanting to intrude on Phoenix’s conversation with the ghost girl, he placed way more than what he owed down on the counter grabbing his scone and jam jars. β€œThanks for the scone and the jams, - oh and keep the change” Cas offered one last alluring smile in Phoenix’s direction before settling himself into a quiet corner of the cafe, not wasting much time before biting into the scone. Out of his two-hundred something years on Earth it was quite possibly the best blackberry scone he had ever had.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix had promised himself that he wouldn't fall head over heels so quickly again, that he wouldn't fall for the first stranger that paid him even the slightest bit of attention. But one conversation with Cas, and Phoenix could feel himself falling down that rabbit hole all over again. He kept a plentiful supply of blackberry scones on the counter at all times and made sure he always had blackberry jam on hand. He'd forgotten how good this felt, the rush of seeing the man walk in.

And then there was still the nights when the loneliness weighed so heavily on his chest that he had to stay moving for fear it would pin him down and suffocate him. Cas had never intended on sticking around, he reminded himself. Why was he doing this to himself? Why was he letting himself get his heart broken all over again? How hadn't he learned by now? He was beginning to run out of distractions, and pouring his excess energy into his houseplants had backfired. The lavender had nearly taken over the balcony, and there was now a little pot of it in every room in his house, as well as some of his friends. The blackberries were thriving, though.

But a distraction arrived in the form of the annual Fall Festival. It seemed a little stereotypical for a town that largely consisted of the monsters that others dressed up as, but it was Phoenix's favourite time of year, and offered the perfect distraction as he concocted the perfect fall recipes and planned themed events for the cafΓ©. Everyone's favourite evening was the second last night festival, and it was the first night Phoenix was letting himself have off. The cafΓ© had a small stall, overflowing with handcrafted treats and serving themed drinks, but his staff had pretty much ordered him to go enjoy himself, even just for a few hours.

Phoenix loved the food and the smells of the festival, but deep down, his favourite part was seeing the entire town in costume. For a night, anybody could be anybody, and you had to do a double take as people walked past or waved. He hadn't exactly put in a whole lot of effort into his outfit, switching out the vest for a long sleeved black t-shirt at the last minute, but the wings had been his distraction for the past few nights. He'd DIYed a cheap masquerade mask and overall, was pretty happy with the result. So having been shoved away from his stand with a cup of his custom spiced cider in his hands, he found himself grinning as he wandered around the festival.


EVELYN FOX
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The hunter in the woods had proved to be a surprisingly willing informant for their plans. Then again, faced with an overly chatty vampire and a grumpy lycan, who wouldn't be? But what they'd found out had unnerved Evelyn. There was apparently more hunters coming to the town. And the majority of them were branded. That's what they called themselves. The Branded. The ones deemed too dangerous. No, Evelyn didn't like the thought of them working together at all.

And clearly, they weren't superstitious. If Evelyn had had to pick a time to attack a town of the supernatural, she wouldn't have chosen the few days in the run up to Halloween. She didn't know if they were any more powerful, but she figured that only an idiot would chance it. But no, apparently they had plans. And of course, the whole town was out in force, in masquerade to boot. Thankfully, she didn't see any stereotypical vampire costumes. She was on edge enough, and seeing one might have just driven her over. She was rather proud of her outfit, topped off with a mask she'd found at the last minute. Once upon a time, she would have worn something a little more daring, but she wanted to be able to move and to fight if she had to. And besides, there seemed to be a range of outfits, ranging from truly artistic to the usual "sexy" ones.

She wished that this hadn't been her first time experiencing the festival, because it was amazing. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Everyone seemed so happy, so relaxed. Evelyn found herself praying that nothing would happen, that they'd been lied to. She couldn't let herself relax. Everyone that she didn't immediately recognise posed a threat, and with everyone in costumes and masked, it was impossible to immediately recognise anyone. She exhaled heavily. It would be fine. It had to be.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Time had passed by slowly as the next few days came and gone. Jaiden visited the cafe almost every day as she needed her coffee fix, never letting it go with how Phoenix always looked at the man that came in for his jam and sweets. His name was Cas Davis, and something was odd about him, she couldn't place her finger on it, but something just didn't sit right with her about him. But her real priority was somewhere else, the next few days would be bringing Halloween, and the town's local fest, the Fall Festival. It was one of the few things that she honestly looked forwards to, and she already had her mind on ideas for outfits. She had finished her's off all too soon as she had the concept in mind for a while, and was busy at work making what she would end up dressing with. On the other hand, the hard part was the mask. Every year people would dress up and wear masks, and every year she would have something different, this time she decided to opt for a small and rather basic, leather mask that was dyed a crimson color with some small details on it, nothing over the top, but was fancy enough for what she was trying to achieve.

There were a few people she had in mind that she remembered that they requested that if she had the time, she could make some masks for them as well, and she happily obliged. Then she remembered two other people specifically that would need masks, one would be more ornate and fancy than her own, and the other would be more on the basic side of things, as she knew the latter person wasn't much for dressing up, unless it was the Festival. Then he went about as out and extravagant as he could. Over the last few days she had finished their masks and personally delivered them herself. Their reactions were as she expected, one was excited and happy with how it turned out, the other simply thanked her.

But the day finally came, The Fall Festival was here and Jaiden couldn't be any happier. She had gotten some of her chores done for that day and was getting things ready for the evening, getting into her costume and grabbing her mask, she'd it on when she got closer to the downtown side of where the festival was always held. Finally, she made it and found herself smiling, so many people. Humans and supernatural alike, they were all dressed up and communing with one another. She smiled and put on her mask before she decided to join in on the fun, she grabbed some coffee and snacks from one of the stands and began to walk around and look at the other's costumes and see if she could spot any familiar or unfamiliar faces. Her mind was on the thought of Hunters, and if they were here, it would be almost imossible to find them out in this large of a masked crowd.



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The next few days had passed by slowly for Markus just as he had expected. He and Evelyn interrogated the Hunter, and what they got was surprising to him. He knew they were of the Branded kind, that much he knew, but the fact that specifically those kind of Hunters coming here brought a tang of anxiety and fear in him. The thought of Brandeds coming to Greythorne didn't sit well with him. As the days past, he kept the Hunter in his cellar, only ever letting him out to use the bathroom and back to the cellar he'd go. Always remaining handcuffed and locked up, he couldn't risk him getting out until he knew what he was going to do with him.

The days continued passing by, and Markus had remembered that the Fall Festival was around the corner, he'd need a costume and mask, even though he wasn't a fan of masks, he knew one person that hand made them with care, he had asked one of the few artists and designers in the town if she could make a mask for him, and she was all too happy to help. Markus didn't know her well, but from what he knew, she was a decent person, rather kind, skittish and introverted, but nonetheless kind to him. He knew what she was, specifically her being a witch, but he didn't care. He had no right to judge anyone, or anything, especially with his past. When the day came for his mask to be delivered he thanked Jaiden with a kind smile and a small hug, offering if she ever needed anything, he'd gladly help.

A small smile spread across his face when he opened the small box, revealing the mask that he had custom made for him specifically. It turned out far better than what he expected and was all too thankful. It was basic, but fancy enough for what he had in mind. The day finally came when the Festival would begin, he dressed into his costume and put on the mask, looking himself over in the mirror, he looked stupid, but he didn't care as much as he normally would. Everyone would look a little dopey and he was okay with that, besides, wearing a mask would help his insecurities and social anxieties a bit. Soon the time came and he found himself in the middle of the festival, walking around with a cup of fresh coffee in his hand and a small smile on his face as he looked at all the people dressed in costumes, but the thought of the Hunter in his basement was on the back of his mind, he wouldn't be able to stay too long, but long enough to have a good time.



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the next few days Violet had felt absolutely awful and embarrassed. She accidentally had passed through the man more than once as the week had gone on, never realizing it until it was too late, always apologizing and feeling embarrassed about it. Half of the time she had spent in the house, watching over her grandmother, more often than not she spent time talking to her, even though it was mostly one-sided conversations. But seeing her grandmother and being able to talk was rather therapeutic for her, and she needed it. She needed a way to escape and find a way to vent, and often rambling to her grandmother helped, even if she couldn't hear or see her.

But as the days passed Violet became aware of the fact that the Fall Festival was coming up, and she'd need to do something about it. As it was Halloween, she'd be at her strongest, as in a sense, a "portal" from the other side would be opened the ghosts would be at their strongest, as well as being able to fully communicate and interact with the living, even though it was only a few hours. Violet relished Holloween for reasons like that, and she took it with glee. She was more than excited when a small box was left on the front porch of her house, it contained a small and rather beautiful mask inside, containing a letter as well. It was from one of the locals, Jaiden Price to be specific. A small smile creeped on her face.

Jaiden had always been nice to her, and no matter what, she always saw her as a friend or as much of a friend that a ghost-like her could have. The day finally came and Violet had decided on her costume, it would be basic enough, but it was all that she could really do. She'd only have a few hours until she returned to her normal state of not being able to be seen or fully interact with the living, and she was aware of that fact. The time soon came and the festival began, Violet happily and excitedly found herself in the middle of the town, amongst the people in costumes, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. This was one of the few times she could be with people and feel alive again, and she took it head on. She put on her mask and happily found herself walking around, smiling and talking with people, finding out the latest news and gossip, simply trying to be able to have that feeling of what it was like to be alive again, and this year, she was going to take it as much as she could.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Under normal circumstances, this would have been Alex's favorite night of the year. He'd spent months working on his costume, sewing and re-sewing pieces, hand stitching details, giving up on the mask and buying it online; all while trying to maintain some sort of historical accuracy, even with his Abuela's constant "Alex, who cares how historically accurate it is? It's creepy. That's all anyone's going to notice." He cared if it was accurate! So, normally, he would be absolutely thrilled, but tonight he was more worried than anything. "You just gotta get the dreams out of your mind, Alex." He mumbled to himself, "I know that hunters are almost certainly getting too close for comfort, but nothing bad ever really comes of it. It'll be fine." Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he should just climb into bed and skip the festival entirely.

Instead, he got ready; layer by layer, piece by piece. At least I'll stay warm. He thought to himself, trying to put thoughts of fire, death, destruction, and hunters out of his mind. "Alex," he turned when he heard his name. This was the first time his Abuela had seen all the pieces of his costume put together, "my god. Don't you think you've taken the 'melancholic ghost boy' thing a little too far?"

He looked down at himself, "No that's not- it's not... It's a plague...." He sighed, "I am not working out my reasoning with you." She rolled her eyes, mumbled something about scaring children, and the two of them set out for the festival, originally together, but they split up pretty quickly once they hit the crowd. A short wave of panic hit Alex, but he swallowed it down, adjusted his hat, and kept an eye out for friendly faces. He would certainly feel better around friends; instead, he felt swallowed by a mob of vaguely familiar faces, and some he couldn't place at all. The mask didn't help, and he was already considering ditching it for some piece of mind, but he decided to take it a step at a time, everything was going to be just fine.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox

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J A I D E N P R I C E

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Jaiden smiled as Aurora explained that she had help with the costume and that she was happy that it turned out as well as it did. She blushed when she complimented how well her own costume looked and that Aurora wished she was as talented as Jaiden in costume design. Jaiden chuckled awkwardly as Aurora placed her hand on her shoulder, giving a small smile, "I could always help teach you how to make costumes if you ever had the time? It's rather easy if I'm being honest." she stated plainly. Finally looking around to see if she could find anyone else that they knew when Aurora changed subjects, it was obvious she tried to help ease the awkwardness that Jaiden was feeling. As of right now she didn't see anyone else of note, "I don't think I see anyone else, and if I do, I don't really recognize them right now. And of course Alex would do something scary, he's always going overboard with the whole thing." Jaiden said with a small smile and chuckle, trying to see if she could find anyone, but with everyone in costumes, it'd be harder to find them.



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Markus found himself giving her a bit of glare when she called him old, especially grandpa, maybe telling her his real age was a mistake, one he was beginning to regret. It was obvious she wasn't going to let it go, as well as he could tell she was doing it to simply piss him off a bit, mainly testing the waters. He took a deep breath and composed himself, it would be best to not start something in such a public place, as well as over something as trivial as a small tease. "I'm not that old, ya know." he said as he gave her a small and quick grin, looking over the crowd as they continued talking. He looked at Evelyn when she began speaking again, bringing back up the talk about the hunters and how it would be a better way of her time than enjoying the festival.

He could understand that, it made sense, and in all honesty it's what he should have been doing. He should have stayed home and kept his eye on the Hunter in his basement, but he shook that thought out of his head as he looked back up when she began asking how did he ever learn to accept a life like the one they had, never aging, seeing people grow old and pass on, or become one like them. It was something he hadn't thought about in a long time, if he was being honest with himself. He sat there with his arms folded as he thought. Markus thought to himself, his jaw remaining clenched as he was in deep thought, he could easily tell her what she wanted to hear, or at least bullshit and lie his way and give her false hope, but he knew he needed to be honest with her. "The thing is, you don't." he said softly and plainly as he finally looked her in the eyes, his dark eyes showing as much needed emotion as he would need to.

Markus sighed as he stood up, his arms crossed over his chest as he continued talking, "I could easily lie and give you false hope and make it seem like it isn't so bad. But that would be the worst thing I could do to someone.The thing about this life, is that it's not an easy one. Some are born into it, like myself...others..." he spoke as he looked from Evelyn and into some members in the crowd, seeing an older Lycan in a tuxedo and mask. "Others like you are turned against your will, and are forced to accept or live in denial. It's a life you learn to live with and accept as those you love move on and grow old while you stay young forever or grow at a much slower rate than others. It's just something you have to accept." he said with a tone of sadness in his voice as he looked away, realizing his emotions were taking over him a little. He shook his head and cleared his throat, looking out into the crowd if he saw anyone, finally seeing an all too familiar face and one he didn't mind seeing he waved and called out to her in the crowd, "Hey, Vio! There's someone you should meet!"



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Violet had spent much of her time wandering around the crowded streets, seeing vendors and shops all around the town. Seeing different people in costumes made her heart flutter a bit, this was her favorite time of the year in Greythorne, that and Christmas if she was being honest with herself. She found herself eating a few churros as she was walking down the sidewalk, looking at all the lights and people. This was the one time of the year where she could in a sense be "human" again and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Violet was busily eating as she heard someone call out to her from the crowd, at first she was taken off guard, as she didn't usually hear him yell, unless he was yelling at her, but she turned to see Markus talking with a woman she had never seen before. She gave him the hand signal of just a moment and made her way to him. The closer she got to the two, the better she recognized the other person, even with the mask she could tell it was that new woman, what was her name...Eve...Eva? No, no, that's what it was, Evelyn, right. The new girl to Greythorne, and if she could remember, she was a vampire? Finally she made her way to them and gave a hardy smile to Markus, "Hey, Markie. Glad to see that you decided to show up, especially dressed up, and who's this? Your date?" she asked with a mischivious grin as she gave him a wink, looking at Evelyn she stuck out her hand for a handshake as she introduced herself, "Don't let him fool you, he isn't as grouchy or old as he may seem. Kind of a big ol' bear. I'm Violet by the way, or Vio, whichever you prefer." she said with a small chuckle, she knew full well that Markus was going to let her have it later, or at least he'd try to.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox

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Evelyn had at least been hoping for a few words of comfort, for something about "it gets easier!" She probably should have known Markus was the wrong person to ask for it. But at least he was honest. That much she could appreciate. But even if she was a monster, even if she had no intention of staying this way for the rest of eternity, she couldn't see herself doing what Markus did and basically closing himself off, not really having any friends. It was just she'd much rather be the one to grow old instead of the one having to watch.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow as Markus stopped and waved somebody over. It was a girl in her late teens, wearing a frankly adorable costume. Despite herself, Evelyn's face brightened a little. It lit up entirely as the girl also started teasing Markus. Teasing Markus by herself was fun, but doing it with somebody else? Even better.

"I'm Evelyn. And god no, he's not my date. He wishes," she said, lowering her voice into a mock whisper at the last part, before her face cracked into a grin. "So, Vio, how did you meet our mutual friend here? Do you know all of the fun stories about him? Because frankly I'm just dying for material, calling him old constantly just goes so far." She gushed, getting to her feet and looking between the two.

Part of this was an act. To convince everyone else that she was fine, that the loneliness had just been a momentarily blip and that she was back to her usual happy go lucky self. Part of it was to convince herself. Dwelling on loneliness wouldn't be healthy. And, besides, she'd get this figured out. She'd find a way to claw back her mortality, her humanity, no matter what.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox

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Almost immediately regret hit Markus. The fact that both Evelyn and Violet began teasing and poking fun at him caused regret to fill him. Was it too late to call it off and just leave? But no, if he did that Violet would just give away all of his secrets and embarrassing stories to Evelyn, who could then turn it into even more teasing, something he was already growing tired and old of. He looked at the two girls that were conversing, easily poking fun at him in almost every way. A low and small growled passed his lips as he shook his head, finally deciding to break up the chaos that was slowly unfolding before his very eyes, due to his part really. Markus looked at Evelyn and rolled his eyes before he spoke, "Trust me, Evelyn. You aren't my type." he rattled off with first before turning to Violet, who he gave a very stern look for only a moment before a smile creased his lips. He had known her for a very long time and she was one of the few people he could tolerate, mainly due to their past, which to Markus was a special one.

Markus turned back to Evelyn when she asked how they met, a small sigh escaped his lips as he thought it would be best to break it to Evelyn before Violet did, as he knew it was hard for her to talk about. And seeing the look on Violet's face after she was asked, he knew he had to be the one. He looked at Evelyn with a rather solemn and sad expression as he spoke, his voice was soft and filled with a tinge of sadness, "I've known her for years...She's been in this town for ages, literally." he started, he slowly moved closer to Evelyn for a moment as he spoke low, knowing full well Violet didn't like the topic of what they were discussing. "Violet used to be human, but on nights like this, she can be in a sense, alive again." he put an emphasis on the word alive, hoping Evelyn was able to pick up what he was implying. His relationship and past with Violet was a long one, and he knew her better than anyone, and visa versa.



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Violet gave Evelyn a smile as she introduced herself, and chuckled as she asked if Violet knew any embarrassing stories. Covering half of her mouth with her hand that she flattened out as if Markus wasn't allowed to hear, "I know all the stories about Markus, so I got you there." she said with a mischievous grin and chuckle. But her once happy and bubbly attitude all but faded as Evelyn had asked how they met, their past was something that was incredibly important to Violet, and talking about it in great detail caused her to form some anxiety and uneasy feeling in her stomach whenever she was asked about her past. She remembered everything in her past life as a human as the years dragged on, slowly they all came back and she was filled with a void of sadness and emptiness, as something was missing. Her literal mortality and humanity, something she wanted back, she wanted to be human again all the time and be able to live a life again like everyone else in Greythorne, but she knew it was impossible, right? Once you die, you're dead and there's no way to bring you back from that, at least that's what everyone thought.

Violet was taken back from her thoughts when she saw Markus talk to Evelyn, explaining that she was a ghost, trying his best to not use the word around her as she knew he didn't like using it, especially around her. "it's okay, Markie. You can say the word ghost, it isn't going to kill me or anything." she said, her morbid humor showing a bit, not having intended it, but it happened and she went along with it. "Besides, it isn't so bad, especially on nights like this, just wished it lasted forever, ya know? Anyway, do you guys wanna go and do something, or are we just gonna sit around here like wallflowers and continue being hermits as everyone else has fun?" she questioned, as she didn't want to stand around and do nothing for the remainder on the night of her being able to be as human as she possibly could be.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Alex listened to Cas, and he listened to Phoenix, and he looked at their faces as they spoke, listened to their tones and inflections, and suddenly felt like he was in high school again; always some sort of third wheel to some possible relationship that didn’t even exist, because Phoenix seemed to fall in love with every guy who looked his way. At the same time, Alex felt a certain level of protectiveness over Phoenix. He knew Phoenix didn’t need anyone protecting him, and he also knew that out of everyone in town, Alex was not one to be talking about being cautious and taking things slow, but he’d seen Phoenix through some dark times, and Phoenix had seen him through dark times as well, but Alex especially didn’t ever want to see his best friend hurt in the ways he’d been hurt before.

Still, he felt the need to give the two some privacy, if only for a moment. There was definitely something the two of them needed to work out, and he didn’t particularly want to sit around and wait to see if they would get around to it. He waited for a lull in the conversation before turning to Phoenix, β€œHey, I’m gonna go see if I can find something to drink. Want anything?” The offer was more about telling Phoenix that he would be coming back than it was an actual offer, because he had been known to use similar tactics to escape uncomfortable situations and never return. Although, if Phoenix said he didn’t want anything, it was entirely possible that Alex just wouldn’t come back, and he would be telling himself he was giving Phoenix some privacy.

As he turned to walk away, he leaned in and added, β€œBe careful, okay?” Over the years, Alex had said those words to Phoenix more times than he could count, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they’d lost all meaning. Most of the time, he couldn’t even tell Phoenix why he needed to be careful, just that he’d had an ominous dream or a gnawing feeling in his gut, and neither of those had ever proved to be particularly accurate. Still, Alex appreciated that Phoenix took him seriously, still. He knew it would sometimes be easier to brush him off as a man with persistent nightmares and an anxiety disorder. Sometimes he wondered, himself, if that wasn’t all there was to it. If it weren’t for the occasional waking vision, he might be convinced of it, himself. No one’s future, it seems, is set in stone.

As he walked away, he felt a familiar ice cold sensation on the back of his neck; someone was trying to get his attention. He looked around briefly, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, so he brushed it off. Spirits tended to mess with him more, this time of the year. He knew the veil between the living and the dead was thinner, and he also knew that a necromancer was sort of a beacon in the night. They all knew he was there, knew he could easily perceive them- even if no one else could. Sometimes they warned him of things, but without opening up to let them speak to him, it could be difficult to discern just what they wanted.

He was stopped a few times, first by a little girl who’s mom assured her that Alex’s costume was, indeed, just a costume, but she needed some proof. So he briefly took off his mask- and was met with another chill down his neck (which he ignored)- so he could talk to her for a moment, bent down at her level. With the mask off his head, she suddenly wasn’t so scared of it, and wanted to inspect every piece. As the girl and her mother walked away, Alex thought he heard a faint, look up! And while he wasn’t entirely sure if it was an audible voice or not, he listened. A small flock of ravens flew overhead, and Alex found himself quickly counting them. Thirteen. He quickly reminded himself that everything in life is not an omen, and that birds fly over the town all the time. He bought a cup of hot chocolate, was stopped by someone wondering if they had to buy tickets for the games (they seemed to swap out their methods yearly), and his response of β€œI don’t really know. I’m banned from playing them, so I didn’t bother to check.” was apparently unsatisfactory.

He took off one of his gloves to check his phone, partly because he wanted to text Phoenix to let him know that he’d be heading back soon, and also to make sure that nobody needed him. He started typing out a quick text when someone bumped into his shoulder, causing him to fumble and hit send on a text that read ”Hey, I” just before he dropped his phone to the ground, and simultaneously spilled hot chocolate all over himself. Swearing under his breath, he turned to see who had run into him, but whoever it was had disappeared into the crowd. He bent to pick up his phone, but someone managed to kick it just right so it careened just past the booths and vendors, not so far that it was out of sight, but far enough to make Alex wonder if that had even been accidental.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and walked over to get his phone, intending to check it over for damage and head straight back to his friends. As he did that, he heard a small commotion from a nearby alleyway. Nope. Not doing that. Not going there. He started to turn to leave, but found himself face-to-face with someone he didn’t immediately recognize. β€œOh, um-” he started to apologize and slip past the man, but he was interrupted.

β€œSorry to bother you, but my friend came this way, and I haven’t seen him in a few minutes. Going to look for him by myself kind of freaks me out, would you mind helping me?” Alex didn’t know why, but he agreed. Maybe it was the charming smile, maybe it was the way the man grabbed his arm and started leading him along before he had even chosen.

It didn’t take long before Alex found himself in that alleyway, surrounded. He sighed, almost defeated, β€œLook, I don’t know-” A fist to the nose shut him up quickly, and he suddenly understood exactly what was going on. Five against one was the farthest thing from fair, and he suddenly felt very small.

β€œWhat do you think he is?”

β€œDoes it matter? Let’s make it quick.”

”You need to try to run.” Said a voice in his head. Alex agreed; he needed to get out of this situation. Everyone in town needed to know what was going on, but he didn’t know how he was going to make it out of here. He started to yell, β€œHelp! There’s-” They started to come at him, and he tried to run, he did his best to fight back, but quickly enough he felt a white-hot flash of pain. He cried out in pain, sounding almost more like a wounded animal than a person.

I’m going to die… He thought to himself, as he suddenly started feeling very cold.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix had been so lost in his complete and utter delight that Cas seemed to actually be flirting back that he almost missed Alex's awkwardness. It wasn't the first time he'd been in this scenario either. As a teenager, Phoenix had dragged Alex along when he'd been going to talk to whoever Phoenix's latest crush was, mostly as back-up or so somebody with a bit of sense could drag him away if things went south. He shot Alex an apologetic grin as the other man walked away, nodding ever so slightly as Alex warned him, as always, to be careful. At this stage, it could have meant a number of things. Be careful, this man is still a stranger, you don't know that he's not dangerous.

Or possibly just, "be careful, don't get your heart broken again, I can't face having to watch disney movies with you as you sob into your ice cream. again."

But then Alex went, and Cas made a comment about scaring his friends off, and Phoenix was lost in the conversation all over again. "They scare easily. But I've never been afraid of fire breathing dragons," Phoenix retorted, smirking a little. He suddenly became acutely aware of how close Cas was to him, close enough that he could smell his aftershave. Subtle, sophisticated, and entirely unfamiliar. Phoenix met those shocking blue eyes and he could feel his heart pounding, his breath almost catching in his throat. Somewhere, feeling as though it was entirely disconnected, his phone buzzed.

And then there was a change in Cas' expression, and he grabbed Phoenix's arm and pulled him slightly out of the crowd. Cas' voice was barely a whisper, but Phoenix heard it. He could also hear and see that... fear. Not fear for himself. But fear for what was about to happen. He glanced at his phone to see if anyone had texted him, but just frowned at Alex's half text. Cas told him to leave.

"Cas, what the hell is going on? I can handle..." Phoenix trailed off as the pieces clicked in to place. The text. The sudden panicked faces of those around him. And that awful feeling that something was wrong.

"Something's happened to Alex." He didn't even realise he was saying it until it was out, and then he was running, shoving his way through the crowd. He saw Jaiden a few hundred feet in front of him, saw the distinctive light of flickering flames, and followed them down an alley, where sure enough, he found Alex and Jaiden. Alex was on the ground, with Jaiden kneeling beside him. "Oh my god. What happened?" He asked, taking a few steps closer.

He didn't know how he heard it when he did. He didn't know how he noticed or how he reacted fast enough. But he heard footsteps behind him and turned to see a glint of something silver heading for his heart.Vines erupted from the earth beneath them and abruptly dragged the man away, but not before the knife had a chance to tear a ragged cut along Phoenix's shoulder. He cried out in pain as the cut burned far more than its shallow depth should have allowed. The knife had to be pure silver. The vines had pinned the man to the ground, and Phoenix kicked away the knife. "Greythorne isn't going to survive much longer," the man swore, struggling against the vines. Phoenix could feel the reflexive increase in energy as they tightened around him. "You'll all burn in hell. You have no idea what's coming," the man added. Phoenix just stared, terrified as he realised he had no idea what to do next. He turned around to see Alex still on the ground, and Phoenix swore he could see blood. His own shoulder felt like it was on fire. And apparently this was only the beginning.


EVELYN FOX
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Evelyn just playfully raised an eyebrow as Markus grumbled that she wasn't his type. She almost immediately picked up on what Markus meant. Violet was a ghost. Literally haunting the town. She nodded knowingly, but Violet confirmed it. Ghost. Evelyn wondered what that had to be like. At least she had some hope of a... a cure. What did Violet have?

But Violet clearly seemed eager to brighten the conversation up, and Evelyn went along with it. Talking about how terrible her life was had never been her style, and she didn't plan on starting now. So when Violet asked if they were going to go have some fun, Evelyn beamed. "Can't speak for Mr. Grumpy there, but I want to play some games. Ooh, or did you see the carousel? All the horses are painted to look spooky, it looks so cool."

But as Evelyn looked back towards the fair, she felt something... off. Some people around seemed tense and worried, and they hadn't been a few seconds beforehand. Something was off. She shot a knowing look at Markus. Perhaps the information they'd gotten had been right after all.

"How about we go take a walk around the fair first? See what's happening, what there is to do, just... really take everything in?" She said, hoping he'd get her meaning. She wanted to have a scout around, see if there was anything... strange happening. Just to check.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D

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Markus growled under his breath slightly at the comment of him being grumpy, he admitted he wasn't always the nicest person to be around but grumpy? That was a bit of a stretch, for him anyway. He shook his head trying to not let the comment get to him too much, she was teasing and that's all it was. He began to nod in agreement when Evelyn asked if they wanted to go have some fun and play some games, but after a moment of merely scanning the area, a chill ran down his spine. All of the small hairs on the back of his neck bristled, standing on end, as well as the tips of his ears twitched as if his wolf senses felt something before he could. It was then that he realized what it was that he felt, dread, and a primal fear he hadn't felt in some time. They were all in danger. Everyone here was at risk of being in danger, he didn't know why, not until an all too familiar smell wafted his way through the air. He knew what it was, and the scent caused him to be even more unnerved.

Blood. Someone was hurt, and by the strength of the smell, it was multiple people. If he let his wolf side take control, it would become a feeding frenzy, like a starved shark drawn to blood in the water. He knew where the target was located, "That, that would be a good idea, Eve." he mumbled, his mind elsewhere but was still able to understand what she meant. He nodded at the both of them and began to make his way towards where the scent came from, slowly shedding off his costume, dropping the hat and mask behind him as he walked, stalking the scent. Finally, he came to the scene of the smell.

Markus immediately knew what had happened, the scene before him was evident enough. Hunters were indeed here, specifically Branded ones. They were no longer safe, Greythorne was no longer safe if it ever was. He looked down at the scene before him, Alex was laying on the ground, his heartbeat was barely audible, and as he scanned the area, Jaiden was already at work on bandaging up Phoenix, the local witch with the cafe. He grunted, his skin crawled as he looked at the man trapped within the vines, "You'll be mine next." he said with a deepened voice as the wolf within was slowly crawling its way to the surface.

He looked at the others and sighed, picking up a few more scents that led into the forest, knowing full well who it was. It was the other Branded ones. Three to be specific, one smelt slightly burnt, clearly having been attacked by Jaiden, a smile formed, she did well to scare away three hunters by her own, he thought to himself. But scaring them away wouldn't do enough to keep them away forever, they would come back, with more men, heavily armed, and would slaughter everyone. He took a deep breath and stalked his way into the forest as he cracked his neck, closing his eyes for a moment, when they opened they were of his wolf's side, mimicking eyes of wolves, as well as his jaw and canine teeth elongating. He was now a predator on the hunt for its prey and he was going to track it down if it took him all night. The further he went into the forest, the stronger a smell he picked up, but this time, it was blood. Lots, and lots of blood. Markus kept to the shadows as he slowly prowled about until he saw a form in the darkness, hunched over something.



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Violet picked up on what the two were trying to say, they were in danger and would need to get out of here, but not without making sure the others were safe as well. Violet too felt something was off, watching as Markus got into a trance-like state, waling away and into the crowd. She knew what that meant, and proceeded to follow after him, grabbing onto Evelyn's wrist and practically dragged her along through the crowd. Bobbing and weaving through the mass of people until they made their way into a small alleyway, where a horrific scene awaited them. Alex was on the ground being tended to by someone Violet had never seen before, but how he was acting and what he was saying showed he was there to help, clearing helping Alex. Jaiden was also there, tending to a wound on Phoenix' shoulder. A man was wrapped up in vines, clearly one of the people responsible for this attack. The aura she got off of him, as well as the one she saw radiating off of him was pure dread and malice. She growled under her breath, finally going over to Alex, seeing he was still out cold, she knelt down beside the man who was tending to him, "I-I'm a friend of his." she stuttered, gently placing her hand on him she could feel his soul slipping further and further away as his heart rate slowed more and more as time went on. "C'mon, you asshole. You can't die yet, that's my job and mine alone." she whispered softly into his ear as she looked down at Alex, there was nothing she could do, well, there was one, and it wasn't safe and would more than likely end with Alex dying. She couldn't take that risk, all she was able to do was stay there and keep her eye on him as he laid there, motionless.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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ImageAurora nearly ran face first into Jaiden's back as she stopped abruptly and Rory glanced over her shoulder slightly. "What? Is something wrong?" Her face paled as Jaiden grabbed her shoulders and told her to run. "Jaiden, what do you mean? What's going on?" The witch didn't respond as she dashed off through the crowd, leaving Aurora terrified and confused. She ran after Jaiden, catching glimpses of the witch as she pushed through the crowd before seeing her break through and run into one of the side alleys. That was when she saw the crumpled form of her friend laying on the pavement and also when all hell broke loose. People began screaming and running in all directions, swallowing up the small fairy whole. She fell to the pavement scrapping her knee and ripping her tights as she was stampeded by a group of terrified townsfolk. Her unicorn plush was kicked from her grasp, and she soon lost sight of it after a few moments. Aurora managed to crawl to the side of one of the booths, using the railing to hoist herself upright. It was the same booth that she had bought cider from earlier that evening. Except the smiling Sylph that had served her was now crumpled in the corner her apron stained red with blood. Aurora's eyes widened in horror, and she tried to scream but nothing came out. Instead she stumbled backwards in fear and was only snapped out of her trance when someone running almost took her out again.

Lynn. Oh god, her baby brother. She had left him to take care of her booth. The thought of him was the only thing propelling her legs to move as she tore through the crowd to where she had set up her booth. But. Her friends, someone was hurt. It could be any of them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the flaming red hair of the elf that she knew worked at the clinic. The fae made a beeline for him, and allowed no questions asked before she shoved him in the direction of her friends. Oh for the love of all things good she hoped they were okay.

Aurora sprinted back to her booth, her heart sinking as an array of pots and plants were smashed and destroyed. "No, no, no" She repeated to herself as she got closer, she couldn't lose them again. Not again. A horrible sob racked her body as she neared the cart with Lynn nowhere in sight. "Lynn! Lynn where are you?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her eyes frantically searching the crazed crowd around her. "Aurora!" She was afraid that his voice was merely a ghost until she spotted him a few booths down, cowering behind a cardboard sign. Aurora sprinted over to him, wrapping him in a hug, silent tears falling down her cheek. "Oh god, Lynn. I thought- I really-" "Aurora it's okay, I'm fine. I promise. Aurora, the hunters-" "I know, I know. You need to leave now. Tell Lucinda to lock and board the doors, okay?" Since Nymphs were Earthen spirits, they could travel by tree. It was a fascinating thing to see, and Rory had always been a little jealous of her adoptive family. "But what about you?" Lynn looked at her with pleading eyes. "I'll be fine, I promise. I just need you to get home okay. I just need to make sure you're safe." She smoothed a lone piece of hair out of his face and guided him to the small oak behind the booth. "Go" She said ushering him to it. He gave her one last sorrowful look before he faded into the tree and was gone. Aurora let out a heavy sigh of relief, wiping the tears away from her face and turning back to the chaos ensuing in front of her. Her friends. She had to find them.

Aurora tore through the crowd, as much as a girl of her stature could. She could just see the alleyway in the distance before someone grabbed the back of her dress, knocking her down onto the asphalt. Aurora promptly had the breath taken out from her as a woman brandishing a scary looking scar on her face wrestled her to the ground, pinning her arms to her sides. Rory screamed and tried to squirm but the woman had a grip of iron. "Well, what do we have here?" She spat as Rory continued to struggle in her grip. "Let me go!" The woman simply chuckled at her attempt, "how cute". Aurora knew there was no way she was getting out of this. She tried to glance around her but everybody seemed to be running and not paying attention to the small fae on the ground. As Aurora turned her head the women got a good glance at her ears and her eyes widened slightly. "A fairy huh? You know I always heard you lot were useless but I never actually believed them. Such a shame really, what a waste" The woman switched her grip to Rory's throat and squeezed. Aurora screamed in instinct but it simply came out as a choked wheeze. She desperately tried to claw at the woman's face but her grip was made of iron, and it wasn't long before Aurora's vision began to blur. Is this how her family felt? Is this what it feels like to die? Aurora struggled on a few moments longer before she eventually felt her body relax, she desperately tried to think of her friends in the moment. Of Lynn. Lynn was safe. That's all that mattered.





Cas saw Phoenix’s expression change in an instant and he knew he should’ve just been quiet about the whole ordeal. Should’ve just offered to take him home. β€œPhoenix! Wait, Phoenix stop!” Cas called after him as the witch sprinted off into the crowd leaving him in a crowd of confused festival goers. They were being ambushed. Hunters, seemingly hiding under the guises of townsfolk just waiting for the most vulnerable moment to pounce. It was clever and calculated. Humans, such troubled, mindless creatures yet so profound. Cas had been watching them make mistakes for centuries, and they only seemed to get more chaotic and messy as the years went by. He should walk away. This event would be the perfect escape for him, to leave and never come back. Cas thought about it, as he ran after Phoenix. He was getting more lenient as the years went on maybe colder, but maybe he was just tired. Tired of it all. The moving, the hiding, the lying. Or maybe it was the guilt. So many times he slipped away when he could’ve helped, so many lives lost. Sure he wasn’t the heavenly angel he once was, but Cas still had morals, he still had a heart.

By the time he reached the alley, he feared he was too late. His gaze shifted from Alex’s seemingly lifeless body to Phoenix. Cas’s eyes fell instantly to the dark maroon that had begun to bleed through the shirt on his shoulder. He wanted to go to him, heal him, comfort him, berate him for being foolish, but he kept his distance and instead held Phoenix’s gaze. It seemed that his witch friend had already begun to help patch him up. A shout at the end opposite end of the alley caught his attention. His eyes darkened. It seemed that the hunters had come looking for their friend. Cas briefly glanced to the others then to the witch helping Phoenix, β€œDo not let go of that gauze, and do not move” He didn’t need anyone else getting caught up in the violence. 

Cas sprinted towards the end of the alley, his blue eyes a now steely grey. Four of the men slowed to a stop in his presence and he heard the thoughts filtering through their head. What was he? Or better yet, what could kill him? He really didn’t want to break the bad news to them. It seemed that the men didn’t want to stop and chat either as the all four charged him. For Cas it seemed as if time slowed to a stop and with the fluidity and grace of a dancer he avoided the men’s blows, knocking two off their feet and punching another square in the jaw. The fourth came up behind him and attempted to grab him from behind but Cas flipped him over his head hard on the pavement with a sickening crunch. It was then one used the distraction to stab him in the slide with a rather wicked looking blade, but Cas felt nothing at all. The man was astounded at his reaction backing away slightly. Yes, that’s right, leave Cas thought as he stared the man down. He didn’t want to kill anyone, at least not if he had to. Of course, these buffoons couldn’t take the hint. Cas had merely been putting on a show, at least to scare them off. It hadn’t seemed to work. So when two came charging at him, Cas flicked his wrist in the general direction and the mens’ neck snapped in an instant both dropping like flies. He flinched slightly at the sight, it wasn’t pretty. The man on the ground had begun to stir after being knocked out and the other one looked in horror at his two friends. β€œYou- you’re the devil!” He shouted backing down the alley as the corner of Cas’s mouth shifted up in a slight smirk. β€œSomething like that” He called after the man took of running. The angel sighed walking over to the man on the ground, crouching to his level. β€œI’m sorry” He said quietly before slowly closing his hand into a fist, the man’s neck snapping with a small crack.

Cas wiped his hands on his jeans and stood back up glancing back down the alley. It was when he finally assumed that the hunters were gone when his shoulders hunched and he fell sideways against the brick wall of the alley. His skin was so pale it had become practically translucent, and his hands were trembling. It had been years since Cas had used his abilities, as even the smallest bit drained everything from him. It was at this point he became practically, human. He coughed, wiping his hand on his mouth smearing blood on the back of his hand and no doubt his face. He probably looked like a vampire. Not to mention the wounds on his back had begun to sting. No doubt they had reopened, as if his wings had been tore off yesterday. He began to shuffle back down the alley towards the others, trying his utmost to regain his composure but felt like he had been to hell and back.

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Jaiden nodded as the stranger instructed her on what to do, keeping the gauze tightly placed on the open wound, doing her best to keep it from bleeding any farther, if not being able to slow it down enough. She looked up as Violet moved from Alex to Phoenix, putting pressure on the wound as she looked past Jaiden into where the carnival was, "Go help, Aurora. She needs someone, I can sense it. I got this. I have enough time left to help.." she said softly as she nodded, Jaiden looked at her and nodded, quickly sprinting to her feet as she got up and made her way back to where the fair was, people were scattered and almost everyone had left in a mass panic. Great, people panicked, she thought to herself as she walked through the panic torn remains of the festival. She looked around and saw torn remains of damaged goods and toys, torn down booths, trambled chairs and stools. It was a mess, all because of those damned hunters. She groaned as she continued her search for Aurora, finally seeing two figures off in the distance. She kept to the shadows and alleyways, making sure she was out of sight and out of mind with whoever it was, if it was another hunter, she'd have to be careful.

She felt her heart and stomach drop when she got close enough to realize what was happening, it was some stranger holding someone up by their throat, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, their will clearly fading fast as they were limp. It was Aurora. A small growl escaped her lips as she needed to act fast and careful, she couldn't attack the hunter and put Aurora in danger, and she couldn't be slow in case the hunter outright killed her. There was nothing she could do that would prevent the latter from happening. She shook her head as that same small voice came back in her mind, it was above a whisper, but she could hear it. She knew what it was saying, what it was trying to get her to do. It was the same voice she heard the day her parents died, well, murdered...And it was the same voice she heard earlier. It always said the same thing in a haunting whisper, Burn them. the voice said. It sent a chill down her spine, she wanted to give in and make them pay, make all the hunters pay, it would be so easy. She could do it with a snap of her fingers, and burn everything down around her. But it would make her the same monster she was years prior, nothing would have changed, she would have only gone back to letting her instincts take over, it was something she couldn't afford. Not now.

Jaiden slowly had a plan form in her mind as she slowly stepped out from the shadows, hands behind her back as she slowly proceeded forward towards the hunter and fairy. "Let her down, and we'll give you whatever you want, okay? No one else has to die." she said softly, fear was evident in her voice as she spoke. The hunter snapped her head in the direction where Jaiden came from, a small, chilling grin formed on her face, "And why would I do that?" she questioned, her voice was cold as ice and chilling to the bone. No emotion, no feeling, no humanity. As if she was a puppet on strings. Jaiden took a long sigh as she slowly moved forward, stopping as the woman took out a small silver blade, placing it right to the fairy's stomach. "Move any further, and I'll gut her." the woman stated coldly, her eyes as dark as an empty void, seeming to pierce her very soul.

The witch took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Raising her hands above her head, exposing empty hands to the woman. "You said it yourself, right? Fairy's are useless, they have no point. What you really want, is a witch. Someone useful and powerful, someone that could be on your side or give you the information that you want. So, drop her, and I'll let you have what you want." she said as calmly as she could, trying her best to sound as confident as she could. She knew what she said would hurt Aurora's feelings, but she needed to say it, to make sure she was safe and untouched, at least as much as she could help it. The woman's gaze fell from Aurora for a moment, and up to Jaiden. Eyeing her silently, a grin formed as she dropped Aurora into the hard, cold cement below. Slowly walking forwards towards Jaiden.

Perfect, she thought. With a flick of her wrist the hunter was surrounded by pillars of fire, walling her off from escaping as well as attacking her or Aurora. The woman let out a sharp hiss as she eyed the witch that stood before her, who slowly began walking. The closer she got, the smaller the pillars of fire got to her, slowly boxing the hunter in. The woman glared at jaiden as she felt the heat of the fire get closer, and closer. Her skin was slowly heating up and began to blister, as Jaiden's anger rose, the heat and power of the fire grew. Jaiden looked to the side for a moment, seeing Aurora was on the ground, her chest rising and falling, but slowly, she would be okay for now at least. Jaiden snapped her attention back to the hunter, slowly closing the distance between the two, Jaiden reached through the wall of hellish flames, latching onto the woman's wrist, squeezing tightly with a seering pain, which left a small burn on the hunter's wrist. "Let that be a warning. Get the fuck out of here, before I change my mind and burn you where you stand." she said coldly, any emotion or empathy had all but left her in the moment of when she locked eyes with the hunter.

Just as quickly as the wall of flames appeared, they were gone, the hunter looked away, cursed the witch and made a run for it, disappearing into the treeline. Burn them..., the voice sounded once more in her head. Jaiden shook her head, "Leave me alone." she mumbled under her breath. Snapping back to reality, Jaiden quickly ran over to the fairy, kneeling down beside her she checked her breathing once more, it was raspy, but she would be fine, until further notice. Jaiden gently placed her hand on the woman's shoulder, she was there, but not fully coherent. With as much strength as she could muster she gently picked Aurora up and carried her in her arms, back to the group of the others, she'd need help and Jaiden wasn't going to risk any more of her friends being hurt. Not tonight. "You'll be okay" she said softly as she neared the group still in the alley, tending to the others.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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This was their home. This was supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be safe here. And all of a sudden, they weren't. All of a sudden, one of Phoenix's friends was bleeding out in an alleyway and he was clutching his own injured shoulder, able to feel his energy rapidly depleting with the energy of holding down a hunter. It felt as though the vines had wrapped around his own chest, making it harder to breathe. If he wasn't safe here, where would he be?

He only seemed to pay attention to reality again as Jaiden suddenly appeared in front of him, pressing something against his shoulder to try and slow the bleeding. It was silver, Phoenix wanted to say. It would need more tending than that, the skin would be burned, but somehow, he couldn't find the words. Cas' appearance stopped him from slipping in to the depths of his own mind again. The concern written all over his face might have flattered Phoenix at another time, but he just nodded numbly. And all of a sudden it was Violet that was there. Phoenix frowned.

"Violet, go back to Alex," he said, surprised by how steady his voice came out. Gently, and wincing slightly, he pulled her hand away from his shoulder and held the gauze in place himself. "He might need you right now." Despite the fact that he'd known Alex for what felt like forever, he had never claimed to understand his best friend's power. He'd never wanted to. He didn't even know how the hell or if it would even work in these conditions. But... Violet saw things differently, and she might be able to...

Well, worst case scenario, she couldn't do any less than Phoenix himself could.

Which was a big fat nothing.

Activity down the other end of the alleyway caught his attention. He turned just in time to see one of the men drive a knife into Cas' side. And, for a moment, Phoenix's vision went black. At that moment, it seemed his brain couldn't handle any more. He felt a release somewhere within him, one that only drove the anxiety higher. And sure enough, when his vision reappeared and he turned to look at where the man he had pinned to the ground had been, he'd somehow pulled himself out and had vanished. But he hadn't attacked any of them, having apparently realised that he was outnumbered and that one of him didn't stand a chance against even one of them. So Phoenix turned and, still clutching the gauze to his shoulder like a lifeline, almost ran down the alley to where he could see Cas, ghostly pale and shuffling towards them.

"Where did they get you? Where are you hurt?" Phoenix blurted out, searching desperately for some injury, for blood on his shirt but... despite the fact he had seen the knife go in, he couldn't see anything. Phoenix's mind couldn't quite comprehend it in it's exhausted state. "Cas, I saw them stab you," he blurted, still not quite... understanding.


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She could immediately see the shift in Markus as they made their way back towards town. Good to know it wasn't just her being paranoid at least. But as she got into town, an all too familiar scent reached her. Blood. A mix of supernatural, and the sweet, metallic, addictive scent of human blood. She hesitated, but Violet grabbed her wrist and pulled her further in towards it. Evelyn instinctively held her breath for fear she'd lose control.

But Markus and Violet dragged her to the site of an attack, where the smell of blood was overpowering and intoxicating. She pulled her wrist free of Violet's grip and pulled away, but Violet didn't notice, her attention on one of the injured. Two injured, one bleeding profusely, one who appeared to just have a wound to his shoulder but who seemed completely out of it, staring at his surroundings and not reacting to any of it. Witch blood wasn't as good as human blood, but it would do. She shook the thought from her head and paced back a few metres, still able to smell it despite her holding her breath. She could feel that... that monster in her, wanting to attack one of them, wanting to drain them, wanting to feel satisfied for the first time in months.

And then suddenly, a hunter who had been pinned to the ground seconds ago seemed to wiggle himself free and scramble to his feet. Having seen the powers of those gathered, he decided to run instead of taking any of them on alone. But he apparently hadn't spotted Evelyn. In a millisecond, she had him pinned to the ground, fangs a hair's breadth away from his throat. But something made her hold back. Apparently the impact of a vampire hurling herself in to you and causing your head to hit off the ground was enough to knock you clean out. Thinking on her feet, she pulled the belt from around her waist to form a makeshift set of handcuffs and tied her jacket over his head to act as a blindfold. Ideally, she would have had something to bind his legs away too, but this was the best she could do for now. And gritting her teeth, she dragged him back to the alleyway, that smell of blood still overpowering. But what else could she do? She wasn't strong enough to drag him anywhere else by himself, so this would have to do. And then she stood, hovering as far away as she dared get, holding her breath and hoping that somebody would tell her to go somewhere else, somewhere away from that sickening, addicting smell of blood.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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A lot of things were happening, and all at once, it seemed, to Alex. New people were filtering in and out almost faster than he could place them. Really, he seemed more concerned by the fact that whatever glowing white substance flowing from his body was clumping together above his head, almost resembling a cloud. Whatever was going on had left him almost in a daze, and he just didn't seem to fully grasp most of what was happening. He heard Phoenix say... Something about Violet? Was he talking to Violet? Wait. Violet!

He quickly found himself saying words he never thought he would say, "Violet? Thank god!" Then he added, "Please tell me you can hear me. See me? I'm real, right?" He wasn't fully convinced that he wasn't dreaming the whole thing, "Phoenix is right. I think I might need your help." He took a short moment to think, biting his lower lip as he did so, "Clearly, the intuitive- and intelligent- thing to do is probably to stay here. And... I know that." He sighed, "But, instead, I think I have to go do something stupid." He smiled, weak and halfheartedly, "Will you help me? I figure if it goes horribly wrong, well, at least I won't be alone."

With that, he started to walk out of the alleyway, "I'm a little worried I might get lost," he explained, assuming Violet had followed him, "things are a little different on the this side, aren't they?"

He looked around the town briefly, there were occasionally building where he knew none existed, in some places there were multiple buildings sharing the same space, it was both confusing, and it made perfect sense. "There's a clearing in the woods, my Abuelo used to take me there when I was a kid," he explained, "and I feel this intense, burning need to go there." He started heading towards the woods, "I know it's not exactly safe, but..." He shrugged, "What if life, or death for that matter, without risk?" The farther from his body he went, the more he could hear a sound in the distance... Like a faint drumming. It struck him that it had always been there, it was just growing. Barely, but there it was. He thought to ask Violet if she heard it, but somehow he knew she couldn't.

Every ghost and spirit Alex crossed paths with stared at him, because they knew he wasn't quite dead. They could tell he didn't belong, and he knew it. He walked silently for a while, through the town, straight up to the entrance to the woods, then he stopped, and listened. Everything was eerily quiet here, "Is it always so quiet?"

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Zada wasn't one festivals, or holidays. She wasn't sure she would ever fully understand them all, and didn't usually enjoy herself. Instead, she had elected to spend the evening in the lake. It was cold, but not frozen over yet, and she wanted to take every chance to be immersed in the water while she could. She truly felt herself, there under the water, and she knew that is where she would always feel most at peace. She surfaced once, to look at the moon, and could hear a commotion coming from the town. Yelling. Her skin prickled, despite not feeling cold, and she could feel it in the air: danger.

She sank back down, so that only her eyes and the tops of her ears were out of the water. There were hunters in the town, there had to be. She would stay in the lake. Any hunter would be a fool to approach it on purpose.

It didn't take long, however, for her to hear the rustling of them within the woods. Humans had always been terribly loud, it was a wonder they'd survived for so long. She emerged more from under the water, and began to sing. Her song had no words, just a simple melody, and she didn't have to sing very loud for it to carry to the ears of men. She didn't want it to carry too far, anyway, one or two would do just fine. More than that and she'd be in over her head. As she sang, she swam as close to the shore as she could get and still be able to swiftly swim back into the depths.

As she had hoped, a hunter walked slowly, almost as if in a trance, to the edge of the lake. He was likely more used to vampires and witches; you don't usually find mermaids this far inland. Zade almost felt sorry for him. She stopped singing for a moment and smiled seductively at the man as he started wading into the water. Before he knew what was coming, she snapped, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him under the water with her. He screamed, only audible for a moment before he went under. No one would ever hear from him again, though. She tore him apart, ate his flesh, crushed his bones. What she didn't finish, she left for the fish. If she had her way, they would feast tonight.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Oliver knew something was off. He had never felt anything like how he did now whenever he healed anyone. The world around him seemed to blur as he solely focused on pushing his magic through his body and into Alex's. Exactly how his mother had taught him. 'We are simply a channel Oliver, guiding the magic to where we want it to be' He could hear her plainly in his mind. Elves, at least, Narthalarian Elves used the world's natural magic that already existed, manipulating it to their will. His mother had channeled this into healing others. But there was always a price, the magic teetered on a balance and it was not meant to be tipped. Yet, he felt like he was doing exactly that. Normally when healing, Oliver felt a rush of warm power flow through him and into another, this felt like lava in his veins. And for once Oliver felt a tugging sensation on himself too, like he was being slightly drained. It didn't make any sense, and it frightened him, but he refused to let go. Alex's skin was still cold to the touch under his fingertips. It never took this long. Why was it taking this long?

He was pulled out of his trance-like state when he felt another presence next to him, faint - like a whisper. Oliver turned his head slightly to the side noticing a rather translucent looking girl hovered over Alex, whispering to him. From the way she looked, Oliver deduced she must've been a ghost. It was then something clicked in him, as he remembered something his mother had taught him when he was younger. He was just a child at the time, maybe nine, and he set with his mother watching his grandma sleep in her bed, his face contorted in confusion.

"Mom, I don't understand. Can't we help her?" She kneeled down to his height clutching his cheeks in her hand. "Darling, we can't help them if they don't want our help" He pouted at her response, a fickle child he was. "I don't get it, you can help her feel better!" A look of pity passed over his mother's face and she smoothed a wild lock of curly red hair back in place. "You'll understand it one day, Dilthen ae".

With his hand still firmly pressed against Alex's chest he spoke frantically to the ghost girl. "Can you- Can you talk to him?" Oliver squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as if in thought, trying to decide exactly how to phrase his sentence. "I need you to tell him to accept it. I can't do anything if he doesn't let me. Do you understand? This won't work if he doesn't want to come back. Just tell him to find me, please where ever he is." He flicked his gaze back to the witch and took another deep breath as he continued to let the magic flow through him. Damnit Alex, just let me help you! He thought angrily.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Violet looked at Phoenix and nodded as he told her to go help Alex instead, he needed it more than he did. "Just keep the pressure on your arm, got it?" she said with a rather authoritative tone. She quickly turned and got up, going back over to Oliver and Alex, she could feel that her time was slowly coming to an end, and soon enough her ability to interact with the corporeal world would end and she'd go back to being the ghostly figure once more. She took a deep breath and nodded as Oliver pleaded with her, to try and talk to Alex if she could, and if so, she needed to tell him to let Oliver heal him. She nodded, closing her eyes she placed her hands on his temples and whispered softly, "I will kill you if you die here, Alex." she said with a rather stern and upset tone. She took one more deep breath, closing her eyes and focused. One moment she was there with everyone, and the next she was gone. Opening her eyes she found herself in a place that was like Greythorne, but it wasn't at the same time. Buildings were in different spots, new places were in areas where there were empty lots or woods, and the fog. So much fog covered the area, remaining low to the ground giving it more of an unworldly feel.

She looked all around for any sign of Alex, not seeing anything until a figure slowly began to form together right in front of her eyes. It was Alex, but he didn't look normal, he looked partially transparent and none human, looking much like how Violet looked every day. She smiled and quickly jogged up to him as he called to her, asking if she could see him and hear him. "Alex!" she said rather cheerfully, but her happiness soon died down as she realized what was going on. She knew where they were, what this realm was, and what it was capable of. "And yes, I can hear you, you jackass." she said rather coldly as she spoke to him, for years Alex had treated her like garbage and tried convincing her that she was dead and that it was okay to move on. But only because he was tired of her denial and trying to act like she was alive. He was nice and sympathetic for the first few years, but it was evident that as time went on, he grew tired of it and wished she'd just disappear. She could feel some malice and anger flow through her, but she needed to help him and make sure he got out of this hell hole and back to the real world. As much of a dick as he was to her, he didn't deserve to die, not like this.

She looked around as he mentioned the others, it was true, small forms were around them, they were still where the others were, but at the same time, they weren't. They could hear whispers from the other world from the others and see them as nothing more but ghostly shadows trapped behind a translucent veil. Violet stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the wrist when he said he had to go somewhere, "Alex, stop! If you go, you're going to die and we can't have that happen. As much of a jackass as you are, and as much as I'd like you to know how it feels to die, you don't deserve this. Not now." her voice was cold but slightly sympathetic. It was true, she didn't want anyone to have to deal with this, especially not Alex. Her eyebrow quirked when he asked if things were always this quiet as he looked off into the distance. It wasn't quiet, not for her anyway, it was loud. All too loud, as if a thousand beings were screaming far off in the distance, and the farther they walked the closer and louder it became. She forcefully tugged him backward, closer to her as she looked at him with a horrified expression. She knew what this place was and how dangerous it was, she had been here before she came back and she wanted to leave as soon as she could.

"Alex, I know you've never listened to me a day in your god damned life, but now you have to. It's not safe, if you follow what your gut is telling you, you will not come back, and if you do, you will not be the same. We need to get out of here." she pleased, pulling him back along with her. "I sure as hell have wanted you to know what it was like to be dead. To not ever have anyone acknowledge you, or ever be kind to you. To act as though they can't see you, or if they can they ignore you. To know the emptiness and lonliness I've felt for the past ten years, but you don't deserve it, not even after all the hell you put me through." she finally took a deep breath after she found herself rambling, catching any further comments in her throat and putting them aside. Now wasn't the time. What she needed was to get Alex back into his body, away from this realm and it's temptation, before it started getting to her as well, something that she could feel slowly crawling its way up her spine like a snake slithering upon a branch.

"You need to come back, Alex. They need you...I...I need you." she said softly, finding herself saying something she never thought she'd find herself saying.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Probably for the first time in years, Alex actually listened when Violet spoke, and he sighed when she was finished, "I remember when you died. We went to your funeral, it... It was the first funeral I went to for someone closer to my age. It really changed the way I thought about life." He looked down, "I was just a kid, you know." He shrugged, and for a moment looked as though he was going to elaborate, but instead he just shook his head. "You're right, though. He's not there, anyway; he moved on a long time ago." He looked around briefly, "This place really fucks with your head, doesn't it?" He turned to look back at the town, "It just seems so far away..." He was sure that was intentional, made to happen by whatever had made this world-between-worlds. He felt as though something was gently pulling at him, deep inside. "Okay. Let's get back before I die."

Just as he started to walk back, he heard a sound behind him: a deep other-worldly growl. Alex didn't dare turn to look, he'd been told once not to look the creatures of death in the eye unless he was ready to accept the fate they had in mind for him, and he'd only just decided that he was not ready for that just yet. "Violet, you need to go now." He started walking, "I'll be... Right behind you." He had hoped that if he ignored the creature, it wouldn't be any trouble. He was wrong. He heard the impossibly heavy footsteps behind him, and he knew he was going to have to try to run.

It took a moment to summon up the will to do so, but he started running back through the town. He seemed to both be moving impossibly fast, and unbelievably slowly at the same time. He could've sworn he could feel fire on the back of his neck, burning hotter than anything he'd felt in his darkest nightmares. He could see the chaos of the town now, as he ran straight through it all. He felt like he'd missed it before. He didn't know what changed, but now he felt like he was still anchored to the world of the living somehow.

Alex didn't know what he was going to do when he got back to his body; for all he knew it would be the perfect trap to spring on him. But as he saw the shadows of his friends, he knew he needed to figure it out quickly. He fell forward as whatever was behind him swiped at him from behind. No, no, no... he thought, as he reached out, wildly trying to grab on to something, even though he knew it was pointless. But his hand made very tangible contact with the guy from the new clinic. Oliver? He didn't have time to ponder how, or why, this was possible- he just held on.

And then there was nothing. But he slowly started to feel warm again. In a nice way- a safe way. He didn't know if it was an eternity, or a moment later, but he found himself mumbling the words, "Is Violet okay?"

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Everything had been such a blur as everything happened so quickly before her eyes. The half-elf named Oliver had instructed Violet to help Alex if she was able to, talk to him if she could somehow reach him, wherever he was, as Phoenix had already gotten back to his feet and was already going over the man named Cas. She still didn't know how to feel about the guy, and how easy it was for him to win over Phoenix and his attention was scary to her, she hadn't seen him meet anyone ever that did that, and it unsettled her. What about this guy caused her friend to be so infatuated with him? She shook her head as they left, noticing that Alex was slowly coming to, mumbling something under his breath, it sounded like something about Violet and where she was. Now that she thought about it since she left to help Aurora, she hadn't seen her since she came back. She sighed as she looked at the others, they were a mess.

Jaiden looked over at the woman that had complimented their outfits earlier, she hadn't looked so good as Jaiden finally gave her a look over. Her face was pale, well, even paler than usual and had a sickened look on her face. " You don't look so good, you should head back home, I'll make sure to check on you tomorrow, okay?" she offered her a small smile as her attention was then taken away from the vampire to the fae. Giving Aurora a look over and her heart sank a bit, seeing her like that made her angry as well as saddened. The girl was so happy and full of life moments ago, and in seconds, she was simply a shell, asking if Jaiden is she could go with her and keep her company. She didn't blame Aurora at all, and to be honest she wasn't wanting to go home alone either. Anything could happen now that the hunters were gone and could be anywhere, splitting up would be such a terrible idea.

Jaiden gently placed her hand on the fae's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as she tried giving her a small and reassuring smile, "Of course. I'll stay as long as you need me to." she said softly as the two began to walk away and to the fairy's house, making small talk as they made their way. Normally she would have said they could go to her house, but it is rather far, as well as it being cold, and who knows who or what was in those woods now, avoiding them would be the safest bet. "Whatever you need, I got it covered, Rory.." Jaiden said with a small smile as she stayed close to her friend, making sure that no one of suspect or danger was around, trying to ease the panic they were both feeling, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't even the least bit scared. Jaiden was petrified and had no clue on what to do, but she was going to what she had to. And that started with making sure one of her friends were safe.



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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D

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Meanwhile all of the chaos back at the fairgrounds, Markus was none the wiser when it came to what was going on with the group of friends in the alleyway. His senses were on high alert as he looked at what had caused the commotion and form in the darkened area of the forest. In the area that he looked was a rather large lake that was in a very large clearing with a field. His heart sank as memories of this lake came back to him, he remembered what happened here, and it caused some anger to stir within him. He shook his head, clearing any of those memories from his head, it was almost a decade ago, and it was too late. Too late to do anything about it, and too late to help her. He sighed as he scanned the area, seeing a trail of blood near the edge of the lake, crouching down he eyed the water's surface, something had been there as it was still calming down and rippled, sending some foam in different spots, as well as the blood that slowly appeared from its depths. He knew what transpired, one of the Hunters was lured, and was too easy of a target. Poor bastard, he thought as he studied the water closer, seeing a form lurking in one specific area of the lake. He crossed his arms and stood firm, knowing what, or who he was looking at. He had only seen her a few times, but he knew what she was, it was a rare case that they came on land, but he wasn't any less surprised, especially with Greythorne's past. "You can come out now, you're not hiding from me." he said loud enough for the figure to know they were exposed, even under the water. Markus knew that lake too well, and knew when someone was hiding in there. He was ready for a confrontation or at last a few words for the woman that laid hiding under the blue surface.



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V I O L E T M A R S D E N

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Violet had looked down and away from Alex when he began talking about the fact that he was at her funeral and how it had affected him, especially since she was closer to his age at that time. It seemed like it was so long ago, and truth me told, it was, but at the same time it felt like it was yesterday. Being in a constant limbo where time never really passes for you is a weird life, or well, in her case existance to have. She sighed and shook her head, choosing to ignore that part of what he said, she didn't like talking about it, and now wasn't the time for that.

She nodded as he finally agreed to get out of there and go back, back to where they could rejoin the others. "Thank you. I thought I'd have to pull you back myself, and I wouldn't want to do that as...well, it has bad repercussions that I'm not even sure of yet." she said rather coldly, as it was the truth. There was one thing she could have done, and it would have ended badly if she messed it up, both of their souls could have ceased to exist, and she wasn't going to let that happen, not now anyway. They slowly began to make their way back until Alex stopped walking as if something had garnered his attention. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him, a look of fear overcame her as she pulled and pushed him along as she ran behind him, "Get the fuck out of here!" she snapped, finally seeing as he tripped and fell, then was suddenly gone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw that he had returned to the other side, where he was supposed to be. But, Violet didn't go with him. She has left behind that cursed translucent veil, just shortly behind him. "Oh fuck..." she muttered as she turned around, her eyes wide as dinner plates as she saw what Alex hadn't seen, but only heard, and suddenly..There was nothing. No beast, no Alex, and no Violet. Just an empty space.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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OLIVER BRENNAN
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Oliver tried to hide his shock as one moment the girl was there and then the next she was gone. He could only hope that she had done what he had asked as he didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. The fiery feeling that had crept up his fingers was now nearly up to his elbows and he felt as if his heart rate must've been in the 120s. "Come on, come on..." He muttered underneath his breath as each second felt like a minute. Then he felt it.

It was as if all the blazing hot magic that had been coursing through his veins was seemingly sucked out in a small moment. The transition was nauseating and Oliver felt himself swoon as he saw stars in his line of sight quickly blinking them away as he tried to refocus his blurred vision. For a brief instant he thought he had failed, that much like a match the half-elf had burnt out all his magic. However, his breath froze when he head a small mumble from beneath him and he quickly looked down at Alex, whose eyes were still closed. Oliver leaned down his ear lightly brushing Alex's lips as he heard the small rush of air, he was still breathing. "Is Violet okay?" Oliver jumped faintly as he wasn't expecting the sentence and the sudden noise scared him but rather quickly regained his composure. He leaned away and let out a sigh of relief as he began to notice the flush of color return to the witch's cheeks. Oliver finally took his hands away from Alex's chest rolling his weight back to sit on the ground, his head instantly dropping beneath his knees. "Oh thank god, oh thank god" He mumbled over to himself taking a moment to reground before glancing back at Alex's form. Oliver slowly moved to a crouching position next to Alex placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "Hey, take it easy Alex, you're going to be okay" Oliver ran a careful hand through his hair, "Y-you're gonna be fine and I- I'm definitely going to puke" It was like a giant wave of nausea hit him at once, his hands went clammy and his skin turned paler (if that was even possible). He wasted no time dashing out of the alley and around the corner to the nearest trashcan emptying perhaps the entire contents of his stomach. Gripping the edge of the trashcan Oliver groaned quietly, taking one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in an effort to relieve the pounding feeling in his head. "What did I just do?" He mumbled to himself before sinking to the ground. Oliver didn't even realize the festival around him had gone completely silent, save for the stragglers still running across the street.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
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xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?

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Phoenix would have been lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed that Cas agreed to tell him... what was happening. But he could see it in his face that Cas really, really didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to push it. Not after the night they'd just had. Cas taking his hands was such a genuine, almost surprising gesture, and it almost took him aback. But he appreciated it, not realising how much he needed the physical contact. And, to be honest, the thought of sleep was incredibly tempting right now. But he didn't want to just let Cas go. He couldn't. So instead, he offered his couch and his coziest blanket, leaving a change of clothes to hand if Cas wanted it.

The minute Phoenix was alone in his bedroom, everything seemed to catch up with him. Alex bleeding out, the carnage of the attack, those scars on Cas' back. He didn't cry or panic or outwardly react. He had no idea how he didn't do any of those things, but instead, he found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He found himself texting the others, making sure they were okay, apologising for leaving, promising baked goods as an apology, anything to occupy his time and his brain.

He must have fallen asleep with the phone in his hand. He didn't notice himself falling asleep, only found himself waking up with the light streaming across the room. He hadn't planned on opening today anyway and was glad for that, because his limbs felt heavy and his mind felt groggy. But he was awake, and he knew sleep was completely out of reach. So instead, he showered and got changed. He'd almost forgotten about Cas until he walked back out in to the living area. Assuming that he was still asleep, Phoenix was as quiet as he could be. He was so used to being by himself that having to be mindful of other people was a strange experience. He usually blared whatever mid-2000's rock/emo playlist was suggested to him that day when he cooked or baked, but that morning, he made the pancake mix in relative silence. He found himself idly humming as he started to make the blackberry sauce though.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
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xxxwhat do you know?

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Evelyn didn't need sleep, not any more. It was more a habit than anything, a way of passing the daylight hours. But this morning, she decided not to sleep away the daylight. Instead, she layered up, pulling on a pair of gloves to cover her hands and the biggest hat she could find to cover her face. She pulled on a pair of aviator sunglasses and headed out in to town. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of big cities that she found it strange how late everything opened here. Or maybe that was just the day after the festival. Or the day after everything that had happened. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but fainter now, more bearable.

She found herself helping to clear up a destroyed stall. Masks from the night before lay covered in splinters, still wearable but tainted by the events of the night before, so much so that she was sure nobody would ever wear them. Still, she carefully cleaned them off as well as she could and stacked them into the box. The hunters hadn't just tried to kill them. They'd enjoyed the destruction, ruined people's lives. This wasn't as much about trying to eliminate them as it was asserting dominance, striking fear in to their hearts.

Which meant that this was only the beginning. Evelyn knew they could be expecting something else. Maybe more subtle murders. Maybe another mass attack. Evelyn would have been lying if she said that the thought of leaving, of finding somewhere safer, hadn't occurred to her. But... she didn't want to. It was that simple. Markus was the closest thing she had to a friend right now. She knew he'd protect her, so abandoning him didn't sit right with her. Not after their discussion about their humanity. And so... she would stay and fight alongside them and help them clean up the mess when they won. And then she would decide what to do next.

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MARKUS VALEGOOD
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Markus grinned as Evelyn stated she had nothing else to do and that she wasn't really up to anything else, "I was about to say, I didn't think of you as the charitable type honestly." he said with a small smirk. The two continued picking things up and moving debris fro the street. Broken structures and beams laid strewn around the streets, it would take forever to clean up this town, if it was the two of them. But as Markus looked around, a few others slowly crept out of their houses to help, a few other Lycans and day dwelling folk as he didn't pay much attention to them. Markus easily took the piece of debris he was handed and placed it aside in a makeshift pile, it would only be good for a bonfire at this point. He looked back at her at the mention of the attack and how they were fine, for the most part, they couldn't do this alone again. The small group wouldn't be able to take care of the town, if they couldn't even take care of themselves. "Things could have gone much, much worse last night. No one died, least not that we know of yet. Besides, Greythorne has one of the best Lycan and Vampire duo on their side, I think they have a shot." he said with a small teasing wink.

He took a moment to think and sigh as he looked around, it was a mess, and they'd need to do something. Be more cautious and possibly have patrols of people at night to make sure nothing is going amuk. They could discuss things at a later point. "We'll think of something, Eve...We usually do. This town is full of hard-workers and people that look out for each other. Don't stress yourself so much, alright?" he said as he gave her a gentle pat on the head, turning his head back as his senses picked up a familiar scent behind them. He turned his head and couldn't help but smirk as he saw the familiar face of Zada approaching them. It always was an interesting thing to see a Siren on land, at least in his opinion. He gave her a small smile and nod as she grew closer, eventually asking the two on the extent of the attack, there was no real way of avoiding the topic, or no real way to soften the way of talking about it. At first he was only able to give her a small shrug, but as he thought he was able to give a somewhat final answer the best he could, "Other than those two that were eaten by you, I think the others were scared off enough last night. As for the damage, the downtown square just needs to be cleaned back up, and will be back in mostly working order again. But as for the people, I think most are just scared. I think we had as few casualties as we could have in such short notice." he stated plainly, for all he knew, the small attack had only left one rather injured and a few mentally scarred. "As for moving, I wouldn't go that far. The last thing we need is mass panic and for people to think we need to evacuate. I've seen towns go under far worse attacks and come back being fine. Greythorne will be okay. We have the numbers and measures if we need to take them. Just lie low and don't cause any issues. Just continue with your daily lives.."








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JAIDEN PRICE
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Jaiden couldn't help but form a large smile as Aurora laid her eyes on the food that was put on the table, and the comment she made of not having to do anything of the sort caused her to chuckle slightly. "Consider this a way of me saying thank you for letting me stay at your place. It was the least I could do for you. I would have done more but, I worked with what I had, I hope it was okay. I-I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I can always go out and buy more food later today." she said with a small chuckle as she brushed her hair from her eyes. She knew Aurora would apologize for not helping, but after the night they all had, Aurora deserved to be able to sleep as much as she could, but from the look on her face, she looked exhausted. It would only be natural, after any real traumatic event, sleep would be next to impossible for anyone.

"I'm not exactly sure on what you like or don't like, so I just went with what you've had in your fridge and kind of ment on a haunch. I hope everything tastes as good as it looks, I'm no professional there, that belongs to Phoenix." Jaiden said with a small smile, pulling out one of the chairs for Aurora, "Please, sit. If there's anything else that you need to do, just feel free to kick me out of your house and I'll let you be." she said with another chuckle as the two finally sat down and began their breakfast making small talk every now and then between their bites of food or sip of the coffee or orange juice that was set out for the.









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VIOLET MARSDEN
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Everything was dark and silent. Cold yet warm to the touch, it was a bit claustrophobic in nature, but yet everything felt endless. As if it just went on for miles if it ever ended in any direction one looked. There was no natural light or any sound, simply the dull hum and awkward silence that exists when one is alone or thinks that they are alone. In what felt like the blink of an eye, Violet opened her eyes once more, finding herself in an empty void. There was nothing but darkness and silence at least that's what she believed. She didn't know where she was or what happened. All she remembered was pushing Alex ahead as they were chased by something and then all went black. She didn't know how long she was alone for, or if she was ever alone. She didn't know if Alex made it back or if he was trapped here too-no. That couldn't be it, she was alone. Meaning he had made it out, or at least that was all she was able to hope for. She stood in silence for what felt like an eternity before finally opening her mouth to utter the words, "H-hello?" she called out, her voice sounded like her's but nothing like it at the same time. It was a mix of her own voice, an echo, slight whispers from unknown voices and a deep, thunderous growl all at once. She had never experienced anything like this, and she had done several things as a ghost, but nothing like this had ever really happened before. She called out once more, her voice beginning to sound more like her's the more she spoke. But there was nothing. No response, no echo, not even a sound. Not that she had expected anything if there was even anything to respond to her. With a heavy sigh she crossed her arms, slowly pacing back and forth as what to do. If this is what purgatory, limbo, the afterlife or whatever else someone wanted to call it was, Violet didn't like it. Being a ghost was one thing, but being in a place of constant silence and darkness was something even herself wasn't able to live with. The irony she thought. Violet had lived a life many would have wanted, but it was taken all too soon, she simply wished she could have her own life back, if not able to be a ghost once more, even that was enough for her. Compared to where she was now, being a ghost wasn't that bad.

As time went on, she could begin to hear something, or at least that's what she thought. It started out almost inaudible. Then began as a slow and soft whisper, then merely a collection of whispers, until it grew and grew to form into a soft, dull voice. From what she could collect from memory, it was a male's voice. But no male she had ever met before. She answered the voice, asking what it wanted and who was this. It never exactly explained who it was, but the voice did explain what it wanted. Simply put, the voice wanted the same thing that Violet wanted. If this was true, she could get the means of being able to help out her friends, at least one more time. The two of them conversed for a bit longer, going over exactly what that meant, and how there was a price for her to have what she wanted. Violet was desperate and knew she'd need to do whatever she had to, to get back there and help her friends. The voice told of a price that it would cost, and she knew exactly what it would entail. After being given a few moments to reflect on it, she agreed. She didn't like it, but agreed with the voice nonetheless. She was promised that she'd find them back again, and with help and time, she could help them. Violet knew how reckless and possibly dangerous this choice would be, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to make sure that her friends were okay. Violet closed her eyes as intrusted, and the next thing she knew when she opened her eyes was that she was back. Bright lights and sounds were never so comforting to her before. But the location was unknown to her, it was a house but one she didn't exactly recognize. But one thing she did, the voices of the people in the house. At first she thought she was simply dreaming, but as she followed the voices, she saw two individuals standing in a kitchen talking. She didn't exactly catch what they were saying, as she immediately walked up to the brown-haired male, not caring that she was interrupting their conversation. "You bastard! I'm glad that you're okay and everything, but do you know what I had to do to get back here?" she exclaimed, raising her hand she aimed to slap Alex across the face, knowing full well that her hand would simply phase through him and she'd fall to the ground every time like she had prior.

But what shocked Violet more, was not that her initial reaction was to yell at Alex after being gone for who knows how long she had been away for, but it was that instead of simply missing Alex. There was a loud and harsh sounding smack as her hand made contact with Alex's face, causing his head to turn to the size roughly. A large red handprint was on the left side of his face. Violet's looked at Alex in shock as she gave a soft gasp out of shock and surprise, not at her action, but by the fact that it had worked. "W-what the fuck...?" she muttered as she looked at her hand, and then back up at Alex, Let me do that again??" she asked with a tone ox excitement and confusion in her voice. Little did Violet know that she had gotten what she wanted and more, but the price she knew was something that none of her friends would want. And she planned on keeping it to herself as long as she could...Heaven knows she'd need to.







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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?

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This habit of taking on huge projects whenever he was emotionally distressed was starting to become a bit of an issue, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. But in his defense, Friendsgiving hadn't initially been a huge undertaking. It was more a case of... spiraling out of control and suddenly he had found himself making a spreadsheet of what exactly everyone was bringing and what he had left to do. He'd been awake at 3AM last night cleaning and decorating the apartment and attempting to move around furniture to make some space.

He wasn't thinking about that conversation over breakfast. He wasn't still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea of angels and a higher being and... everything that came with it. And he certainly wasn't trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd had a massive freaking crush on a literal angel. And for once, Phoenix had done what was probably the sensible thing. He'd told Cas that he needed some space to process things. It had been the last thing he'd wanted to do when he finally looked at those goddamn eyes, but this time, his head had won out. His heart had gotten a compromise by inviting Cas to the Friendsgiving dinner, but if Phoenix was being honest, he didn't exactly have high hopes.

Why had he held the dinner in his own damn apartment? Alex's abuela probably would have let him take over her kitchen and hell, probably would have helped in return for an extra large slice of Phoenix' pecan pie. It was too small. Really, it was too small for anyone other than him, Alex, and Jaiden. But no, he'd invited more people than that, and he was stressed. The four cups of extra strong coffee he'd had that morning to try and combat the three hours of poor sleep he had wasn't helping things, sure, but it was either that or risk messing something up, and that was not an option. Everything had to be perfect.

He had no damn control over his own life, and so he was going to take control over this damn dinner if he had to give himself a caffeine-induced heart attack doing it.


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xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?
Evelyn had only a vague idea of who this Phoenix person was, and she had even less of an idea how she'd ended up with an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. She had never really been to Thanksgiving. Her family just never did it. But Markus had said he was going. She got the impression he wasn't quite sure why he was going either, but he'd said she should go to "make friends" or something like that. She'd retorted that excuse back at him.

She didn't even know what one brought to Thanksgiving dinner, so she just had a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates. She didn't even know what to wear so erred on the side of "festive". But she would have been lying if she said that she wasn't kinda looking forward to it, to meeting the various people this peculiar little town had to offer. From what she'd seen so far, she knew it would certainly be interesting.

She knocked on Markus' door, her trademark aviator sunglasses and large hat shielding her face from the sun. She'd been spending most of the time out at night lately, patrolling the woods and the sleeping town, looking for... something. Things had been far too quiet, and it was making everyone uneasy. Evelyn got the impression that they were gathering their strength and their forces, waiting to strike back at them and this time, with enough force to overwhelm them. Evelyn felt like they should be preparing, doing... something. But she was an outsider, it wasn't like she could whip up her own team of patrols or impose a curfew or anything. And so she was stuck in limbo, waiting for something to happen and praying she could help.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia

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PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?

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Phoenix ran a hand through his hair as he heard somebody at the door, ready to prepare himself for guests- but as he heard Alex's voice calling out a joke about robbing him or something, he relaxed, rolling his eyes a little. As expected, he'd brought plenty of drinks, which was at least one less thing to worry about. He shook his head as Alex asked if he could help with anything. "I think everything's under control, but thanks. Grab yourself a drink or whatever if you want," he said. Even if he hadn't got everything mostly pre-prepared, there was no way he would have let Alex anywhere near his cooking. Phoenix had a natural flair for cooking. Alex had a natural flair for burning stuff.

Phoenix didn't even get a chance to fully address Jaiden before Markus and one of the newcomers arrived. Phoenix was pretty sure he'd seen her around town but couldn't put a name to her face. "Hey Markus," he called. He just shrugged as Markus thanked him for inviting them. "It's nice to have people around," he replied, shrugging a little. "Nice to have somewhere to go," the woman said with a smile. "I'm Evelyn by the way, Markus has been trying to encourage me to make friends so dragged me along," she teased. "Oh, here, I brought these!" She said with a smile, and he returned it and thanked her. Markus disappeared to go to the door and Phoenix turned to Alex. "Can you get everyone some drinks?" He asked.

The sudden arrival of everyone at once made the apartment feel quite small. Ignoring that nagging feeling of panic that everything was going to go wrong, he forced himself to take a deep breath and put out a tray of fresh bread rolls and other finger food for people to graze on. The sound of someone else arriving made his stupid, foolish, hopeful heart leap, but instead he heard Markus talking to somebody, and he forced himself to not react, to swallow the bitter taste that suddenly arose in his mouth. "Could you poor me a glass of something?" Phoenix asked Alex, forcing a smile. "Just not wine," he added.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?
Once Markus called that the door was open, Evelyn pushed the door open and stepped in. She raised an eyebrow as she saw the state the kitchen was in. She wouldn't have put Markus down as a baker, but whatever it was smelled amazing. "Thank you. This is my first proper Thanksgiving so I wanted to make an effort at least," she admitted. She raised an eyebrow as Markus said something about introducing her- and then the most adorable, tiny ball of fluff came sprinting into the room and Evelyn fell entirely in love. By the time Markus was ready to leave, she was sitting on the floor cuddling the puppy, ready to completely give up on Thanksgiving and cuddle Coco for the rest of the day.

"Ugh, fine," she said as he said he wanted to leave, agreeing only because he let her carry Coco. "You know, Markus, I never would have had you pegged as a small dog kinda guy. I was picturing an... Alsatian or Husky or some... giant wolf like dog. As stereotypical as it sounds. But Coco is tiny and adorable and perfect," she cooed as they walked through the woods. The dog was distracting her from the tension that seemed to linger in the woods, the fear that something would happen at another gathering.

But they made it to the apartment without anything going wrong, and Evelyn introduced herself to the host, before putting Coco down. Another woman materialised to pet Coco, who she recognised vaguely from seeing her around town. "I'm Evelyn. Markus has kinda taken me under his wing since I got into town. Trying to help me make friends, although mostly I annoy him into doing stuff with me and keeping me company," she said. "And now that I've discovered this little darling, he's never getting rid of me," she cooed at Coco, scratching between her ears.