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Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Reality

Tinker Tocker

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a part of Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Reality, by Igari.

"The city of engineers, spell weavers, and clock makers"

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Setting

Despite it's rather odd name, Tinker Tocker is the "commerce" city of the dreamscape. This is the stagnant location for Inner Selves awaiting to be summoned by their dreamers; typically open to exploration with a large variety of fountains, foreign exchanges, and vibrant characters.
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Tinker Tocker

"The city of engineers, spell weavers, and clock makers"

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Tinker Tocker is a part of Dreams/Unreality.

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Flue, the Silver Witch [7] As cool and fluid as her soul sphere, Flue, the Silver Witch fills her hollow heart with all other people's treasures she could steal.

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Character Portrait: Erixianti

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#, as written by Igari
Erixianti was unsure how she had gotten here, in fact, just several minutes ago, she had been certain she was walking down the large hill of the Expanse Plane. The doll-like girl stood quite alone, moving a little from side-to-side to avoid being buffeted by the bustle of the crowd. No one paid her any mind, the people seemingly more interested in their own activities than on the small figure. She was childishly confused by the turn of events and clutched her bear closer to her chest. The stuffed animal in question turned it's head, peering at her with it's large, beady eyes. She didn't pay it much heed as she stared around, wide, hazel orbs alit with hesitant excitement.

The city of Tinker Tocker was always abuzz with activity but was also host to an array of visitors, many of which were a lot taller than the girl who barely reached five feet. Despite the fact that she was clearly lost, Erixianti was not discouraged. She had traveled much of the dreamscape since The Dreaming had begun, much more than she had ever had a chance to do when restricted to nights. To the residents of the Dream Plane, The Dreaming was the name given to this new time era, when the whole of the waking world seemed to fall into eternal slumber. It was difficult to keep track of time here, in the midst of an ever-changing world. She knew not if it had been mere minutes, perhaps hours, even days or weeks since she had last had contact with her hostess. Still, she lamented to herself, it was not as if there was a lot that had been present in her other life.

In another world, Erixianti was known as Virie Raymbraint, a woman who was far too bookish for her own good. Virie had been similar to her dreamscape counterpart, a small girl whose appearance did not relay her age appropriately. The woman had been a literature fanatic and had been without proper contact, lacking in friendship or close companionship. However, so long as she had her books, this fact didn't effect her and she went about her life without complaint. Perhaps this was why Erixianti was a bit more adventurous and more relaxed about losing her way--it was all part of the grand scheme of the adventure anyway.

Adjusting the bear in her arms so perhaps she wasn't clutching as tightly (as the poor fellow had been making desperate flails of it's arms as if gasping for air), she decided to turn to her right. For Erixianti, there wasn't ever any location in mind, never really a purpose or directive. It was only whatever felt right and one way or another, it had always kept her safe. With that in mind, she tiptoed her way around the various strangers, careful not to be buffeted by the crowd. Her peachy-white hair rippled behind her as she made her way from the outer-lying edges of the city and moved towards the center of it. As she did so, the density of the people began to disperse, as many began breaking off into their own directions.

Truth be told, in all her explorations, she had never once been inside the heart of Tinker Tocker. This was an odd sort of realization for the girl, as she had explored nearly every else... She briefly thought to perhaps mark locations in the city down on her map, but remember she had long since abandoned the messy, crayon drawing the first time she had gotten lost. She didn't need anything like that anyway! She thought rather proudly to herself, her sense had never let her down! It was no sooner that she had thought this that she paused, blinking her wide eyes and taking in her surroundings in detail.

Somewhere between the entrance and the center, she must've taken a wrong turn, for this rather dismal looking, eerie location was not the fountain she had heard about. She observed the broken, cracking buildings, patched with gears and various wires. From what she could tell, this was the engineers spot of the city, a place for those just a little more twisted than friendly. Engineers were never right in their heads, neither were the other people who made sport for the company. Taking a deep breath, Erixianti decided to try taking slow steps backwards. Perhaps if she did so, she'd somehow find her way out of the mechanical maze.

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Character Portrait: Fleur

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A girl with long, flowing blonde hair stood on the corner of a busy avenue. She looked primped and pristine--the girl wore a diamond choker with a string of pearls wrapping around her black, laced gloves. Teal ribbons dotted their way up and down her pink & black corset while her layered skirt clung to her waist, dangling over her knobby knees. Fleur, the annoyed looking lass, was slouching against a brick wall in the city of Tinker Tocker. She watched the people come and go with a hawk like glance. The young lady was looking for anything shiny-- perhaps a locket... Some silver... Anything that struck her fancy, she would go after it without hesitation. However, the day was growing long and Fleur was becoming impatient. She drummed the tips of her pale pink fingernails against the wall, blowing her blonde bangs to the side.

There was nothing to do.Boring, boring, boring.
There was nobody she could play with. How disappointing. Fleur was getting rather lonely & nobody seemed to care. She pouted out her rose lips and curled her finger around a black feather in her hair. It was time to venture to another part of the city. She began to stroll down the street, fanning herself with a silk fan she had pick pocketed off a woman from the day before hand. It was grand being a thief. Fleur didn't have a cent to her name but she always managed to get what she wanted. Well. Almost always.

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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Erixianti remained unaware of the girl that stalked her from the rooftops, her "Mary Jane" shoes clicking on the ground as she slowly walked backwards. She must've looked like an odd girl, to be sure, but no odder than the residents of this part of the city. The bear in her arms quivered, snuggling closer against her as if seeking some type of comfort. She smiled softly down at it, though no words left those lips of hers. The bear seemed to take some amount of relief in that, for it did not quiver any longer and merely settled itself in her arms.

She turned her head to look behind her so at least she could see where she was going, it would not do for her to trip over her own feet! Cautiously, she gripped the side of her dress as she stepped over a rather large crack in the ground. Probably caused by a haywire invention of some engineer. Erixianti did not enjoy her dingy surroundings and took a deep breath. Merely going backwards may not help her, for all she knew, she could be going deeper into this part of the city and she didn't want that. Her indecision must've shown on her face, for she heard a jeer come from a nearby doorway. She looked around, her soft locks hitting the side of her face as she tried to find the source.

She laid her eyes upon a man, whose jacket was far too large for him and the many screws which were embedded into his skin made him look more frightening than friendly. "A little far from the city, aren't you?" The call was taunting and she furrowed her brows, holding up her bear in front of her mouth.

"Not anywhere I can't find my way out of," Contrary to what the man might've thought, it was the bear that spoke for her, the voice it possessed higher-pitched and girlishly childish. The man was caught off-guard by this and blinked several times, staring at the stuffed animal he must've been trying to persuade himself had just spoken. She kept her expression steady and her bear held high, her chin tilted upwards to give the appearance of independence. The shock did not take very long to wear off, for the jeer returned and he put his hands into his pockets.

"Do you need a guide? I can show you how to get back, you know." If the man didn't look like he was contemplating the best way to rid her of her skin and wear it over his shoulders, Erixianti might've taken him up that offer. As it was, she shook her head rather rapidly, denying his offer. She didn't use her bear to speak for her again this time, lowering it back towards her chest. She went to back away gently, not wishing to use any sudden movements. She wasn't sure what this man was capable of or what he might plan to do. She had heard many quirky stories about the people that lived on the "Underside", as it was known, and not a one of them ended nicely.

Tilting her lashes downwards, the girl took another deep breath, trying to figure out the best way out of this situation without having to do anything drastic. For despite her appearance, she was not at all weak or helpless. But she had no desire to harm him, no matter how creepy he was. She could only hope that he would not incite her any further than he already had.

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Character Portrait: Zoen Leed Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

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An apple lay on top of a bundle of many other apples in an old merchant's stall. Different from all the other apples next to her, this certain apple glowed its lusciousness in the busy Marketplace and beckoned a fifteen-year-old girl to come closer. "I am the best apple in this season's harvest," the apple seemed to tell her. "Look at how shiny I am! How valuable I must look!"

The girl dressed in a top-laced dress and pointed hat took the bait and went over to the merchant's stall, taking the shiny apple. "Ah! You have a good eye, my dear. That apple was picked at exactly midnight during the Midsummer Night's Harvest. Imagine that!" said the merchant. "You know what they say about apples like that...magical powers and whatnot. My own papa told me one bite could make you remember things long forgotten," he added in a low whisper, hoping to coax his customer with the curiosity of the unknown.

But the merchant was unsure if his strategy worked; he couldn't see the girl's face which was hooded by her hat while she looked studied the Midsummer Night's apple in her palm with deep interest. "I know," was all she said.

Coran---for that was the old merchant's name---eyed the girl cautiously. He could swear he's seen this girl somewhere before...Pale skin. White hair with hints of daylight. And the pointed top hat...But his thoughts were interrupted when the girl suddenly took a bite at his apple, considering it sold. Grinning at his first sale after hours of dormancy in his stall, he said, "That'd be ten silver coins, Miss. Miss---"

Coran stopped and his tanned face turned as pale as the girl's. The girl had finally looked up at him, grinning, and he recognized her immediately. The little ball of silver that whirled near her was a dead give away.

She was Flue, the Silver Witch and as such, he will allow her to take the apple no charge in exchange of his life. Coran nodded in agreement although no words were spoken. He had known Flue for years, as a merchant girl much like him who toiled in this very Marketplace a couple years ago and recently as a notorious theif in the Dream Realm as soon as her soul sphere grew enough to harm.

Flue took another bite, teasing Coran how easily she stole his prized item for the day. At least it was just the apple, Coran consoled himself. It could have been worse. He let out a sigh of relief when the Silver Witch left him in one piece and one less apple in his stall.

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Flue walked through the buzzing Marketplace with ease. She was once a local in these streets, specifically the Marketplace. Avoiding bumps from strangers going the opposite ways and disregarding the tempting calls of experienced merchants who had nothing worthwhile to offer her were two skills she mastered during her years as a mere merchant.

But that was a few years ago. Now, she was the Silver Witch.

The years gone by has done very little to change the old Marketplace. It still thrived in the long road at the heart of Tinker Tocker, the Dream Realm's very own City of Commerce. The street remained cramped with stalls in both sides of the street and customers in all parts of the Realm flocked in and out causing much traffic.

Last time Flue was here, she was distraught---and thrilled at the same time---for having absolutely nothing left to steal in Tinker Tocker because she has already collected everything worth taking. It was then she decided to move from city to city and hunt for riskier treasures. Now, however, things were different. Flue had noticed the increasing surplus of people in the Realm but she never bothered to wonder why. All she cares about is treasure, and where there's new people, there's bound to be something new to steal.

During her stay in Mechanoid Paranoia, a certain conversation piqued her interest. From what little she heard---for the strangers had been whispering---it seems there is a man walking around in the Dream Realm with an important letter in his person---a letter that contained a valuable secret!

The Silver Witch had jumped at this. Almost always, a valuable secret lead to a valuable item. The secret itself is a treasure find, and from the apprehensive looks of the strangers when she asked about it, it is a very valuable secret, indeed.

When the men couldn't provide her with any other useful information, Flue left Mechanoid Paranoia to look for more clues about the man with the letter. Surely, someone here has met him. Everybody comes by the City of Commerce.

Hence, Flue's return to Tinker Tocker.

Setting

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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Quinera stood by a group of discarded stacked gears, watching as the person talked to one of them. The jester looked puzzled. Why would she talk to one of them? Willingly? Quinn hadn't been spotted yet and was having a great time playing her game until he shouted out. Then the person stopped. Quinera stood with her hands clasped in front of her, wringing them over and over again. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she help the person? Or should she just go?

She knew what would happen to the person if she left. She wouldn't come back. She probably wouldn't ever come back. They usually didn't after one of them came around. A flash of fear flew through the young girl and she let out a small whimper as her fingers unconciously grazed a scar on her forearm. One of them tried to get her before. Tried to grab her from a roof top. His knife had flicked out and sliced her arm. Quinn didn't remember much after that, just the anger and then the tiredness afterwards. She didn't see that one of them again either.

Defiance kicked the fear out of the jester's mind. She wasn't going to leave this person. Nope. This girl obviously didn't know what happened in this part of the city. People came, the them found them and then she never saw the people again. She didn't know what happened to them

She didn't really want to know.

"Do you need a guide? I can show you how to get back, you know." No! No, no, no! A flicker of worry sprang up in the jester's chest and her hands fluttered up to her collar bone and she bit her lip harshly. She couldn't go with him! If she went with him then she wouldn't come back! It was what happened. The pang in her chest faded as the head of peachy hair shook violently. No. She wouldn't go with him. That was good. That was very good. But then he took a step forward towards the person. That's when the worry was engulfed in anger and rage.

How dare he? He ruined the game. He shouldn't be allowed to get away with it. The red hot burning sensation blocked out all reasonable thought processes. Only the biting ire remained. Quinn pulled herself up to her full height of 5"5 and looked down at him, eyes on fire.

"HEY!" And with that she launched herself off the edge of the building. For a second or two, Quinn flew through the air. She was aware of the two sets of eyes that were staring at her but ignored them for the time being. She was concerntrating. The loose wires on the opposite building hung in such a way that made the jester laugh out loud. Her almost hysterical cackles echoed around the alley. Her hands fitted in the gap perfectly, as if they had been moulded to her hands. The teen swing herself around using the wires and let go mid swing, twisting her body through the air. All that time spent leaping across roof tops had served her well.

Quinn landed inbetween the two people with him facing her, her ballet pumps landing silently against the cracked paving. She smirked as his eyes widened as he recognised her. She had a bit of a reputation in this city. She was a real life myth in which most of the details weren't too far off the mark. She was what parents told their children was going to get them if they didn't go to bed or eat their vegetables.

"Y-you...Your...a..." The guy stuttered as Quinn's smirk widened and she tilted her head, examining the man in front of her like a piece of meat. She couldn't be bothered letting this decend into physical fighting -although fighting wasn't too bad, she even enjoyed it sometimes- and she didn't want to lose her throwing knife. Instead she raised her hand, palm facing him and smiled.

Instantly, black smoke and shadows surrounded her, playing the part, while fire sprung up around him. He screamed as his skin started to melt away. Quinn giggled. It wasn't real, it wasn't real. She was only making it look like his skin was melting off. "It's just all in you mind. The pain is in your mind. You see the illusion and your brain does the rest!" She wanted to sing at him but that would break the image she was creating. The euphoria was building beneath her skin as she created the illusion until she just had to laugh. The jester threw back her head, her inky hair splaying out behind her as energy flew out of her finger tips. Making things without the harsh limitations she usually tried imposed on herself was always such a thrill. After a minute or so, Quinera reluctantly pulled back, her energy ebbing as the euphoria of just creating wore off. He looked up at her into her dark eyes and she could see the fear that shot through them. She leaned in close to the man and whispered into his ear, the black mists still surrounding her, just for effect. Her painted black lips curved into a grin before she spoke.

"Boo." The reaction was hilarious. The man backed away, got to his feet and ran screaming about the demon that had attacked him. Quinn laughed until she could laugh no more. Then a snap of anger at herself for getting carried away with her pulse hit her. She was tired now, her pulse draining her energy. The teen snarled loudly at herself, her open palm smacking her over the head.

"You IDIOT! How could you be so STUPID?" Then as suddenly as the anger came, it left leaving a bone crushing sorrow behind.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I was just trying to help. I'm sorry." The jester muttered to herself, as if apologising to her own mind for her mistake. Her long slender arms wrapping around her narrow torso as if keeping herself together physically. Then a little bit of anxiety shot through her as she remembered the person. Quinn's breath caught in her throat. Was she still there? Or had the person ran away like evryone else. With her arms still tightly clutched around her, Quinn looked over her shoulder tentively.

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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#, as written by Igari
"HEY!" The cry came from above and Erixianti's gaze was torn away from the man who was attempting to lead her deeper into the maze of this part of the city. She did not have to look very long as a girl with thin, spidery limbs was jumping, grabbing ahold of two wires. The movement was eerie, graceful, chaotic. The girl let go, landing in front of her and looking directly at the man, not remotely turning around to face the one she seemed to be defending. The bear turned in her arms to bury it's face in her chest, radiating a sense of fear from the erratic actions of the girl.

Erixianti watched as the girl simply approached the man, yet he howled, he screamed, as if in true terror--as if in pain. She watched in a horrified sort of wonder, unable to tear her eyes away from the commotion. Very little truly scared the petite adventurer, it merely fascinated her. And so she watched the events unfurl with fixation, hazel orbs following every twitch, every step taken by either party. The man's fear was apparent, his pupil's dilated with the very stench of the emotion. The jester girl leaned closer to him and whispered something Erixianti couldn't make out. Whatever it was, it caused the man to release a louder yell and tumble over himself in his haste to run away from the girl.

Of a sudden, the jester seemed to snarl, hitting herself with her palm. "You IDIOT! How could you be so STUPID?" Before she could think of a proper reaction, the jester was already mumbling something else to herself, not nearly as angrily. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I was just trying to help. I'm sorry." The small girl stood in an amount of proper shock, her wide eyes blinking very slowly as her mind attempted to process what had happened. Her bear remained rather lax within her arms, the small animal puppet not even daring to shift quietly in her grip.

Erixianti saw the timid movement of the girl as she looked over her shoulder, almost as if nervous, contemplative, maybe even a little hesitant. She could not help but feel sympathy--for she only say how lost the girl was acting. Confused, she would even dare to comment. Curling and uncurling her toes within her shoes, the slim child took a few steps forward and raises her bear once more in front of her mouth. The voice that came out this time was quiet yet with an undertone of excitement, deeper than the voice the bear had initially released.

"Thank you... your timing was well-suited." Erixianti smiled from behind her bear, though no words left her lips as the bear continued to talk in her stead."Were you watching from up above...?" Oft were the times that Erixianti defied expectations, for her curiosity did not allow her to process things as perhaps normal passerby would. For her, despite the eccentricity of the action, the whole movement of the jester could only be described as a graceful dance. She had never been able to move her body like that--but her shades, yes, they would be able to dance with this girl, to bend the way she did.

A small albeit shy smile lit upon her lips as her bear pawed at her arms with it's padded limbs. She wasn't quite sure how anyone else would do it, but a heroine always became friends with her savior--even if that savior happened to be a woman and not a man in armor riding upon a white horse. No. She wrinkled her nose, a dragon, that was much cooler. The bear extended out one of it's arms as if to shake the jester's hand and Erixianti peered at her from behind the stuffed animal, hoping that the girl would accept the gesture.

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

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Quinera blinked. She was still there. The person was still there. She hadn't run away when Quinera had shown herself. Most people did. They usually ran away and told great stories of the demented spirit who stole souls and spread madness like a disease. Quinn didn't discourage these stories. They were pretty funny most of the time and a good deal of them true (or with a nugget of truth in there somewhere). But...she was lonely. A lot of the time. Everyone was scared of the jester. But this person...she had stayed. She didn't look too frightened either. A bit shocked really. The jester watched with confusion as the person slowly lifted the bear she had clutched to her front up to her mouth.

"Thank you... your timing was well-suited." Quinn started. The bear...the bear spoke. Not the person. The teen turned about face quickly and watched the person as a sneaking grin slid onto her face. She had been in the city of inventors a good long time. Forever. And she had never, ever seen anything that could do that. She moved forward an inch or two, trying not to scare off this person who didn't look at the jester as if she was a monster. A flicker of irritation shot through the teen and she gave a quiet snarl at the people who called her names. Like monster. Or hell-demon. She wasn't any of those things. Quinera dug her nails deeply into her palms but the ire was thrown away as the person...no, the bear spoke again.

"Were you watching from up above...?" Quinn bit her lip and shied away from the gaze of the person. But then the jester nodded slightly. Well, she hadn't been watching really. She had been playing. Playing cat and mouse. Quinn moved close to the person, her ballet pumped foot resting en pointe as if it was a natural position. The teen moved from en pointe to flat footed and up again as she grinned gently, trying hard, so hard, not to scare this person away. Trying not to scare her away like everyone else.

But then the bear moved its plush arm up towards the jester. Quinera moved away slightly from the gesture, too used to violence. But there was no movement of attack. There was no offensive move. She had seen this before. This was a custom; people shook hands when they met people. The jester moved suddenly, collapsing with an eerie grace to kneel cross legged on the pavement, almost at the same height to look into the bear's eyes. Then the jester slowly moved her ribboned hand to shake the bear's paw. No one had ever greeted her before. They usually just shouted abuse at her. It was nice to be introduced to someone. For someone else to initiate something towards her that wasn't mean.

"It's very nice to meet you, little person. I hope you are OK. I'm pretty glad he didn't get you." Quinera whispered quietly, looking up into the small person's eyes. After a split second, the jester launched herself up into a hop and untangled herself. There was a feeling of doubt plaguing the teen telling her that even though this person hadn't been mean yet, she was going to be later. A defensive anger pushed itself up to the forefront of Quinera's mind.

"Is this a trick? Are you really just a mean person?" The jester questioned before she calmed down a bit. "You couldn't be one of them anyways. I mean, you look nothing like one of them. But you might be playing a game. I like games..." Quinn trailed off, speaking more to herself than to the girl in front of her.

"I don't like it when people are mean to me. Not at all. They call me such horrible things...I am NOT a monster. I am NOT!" With that, the jester twirled to punch the wall behind her with all the force she could muster. The anger faded as the pain from her fist hollered for attention. She ignored it. Injuries were too boring to worry about. Breathing deeply, Quinera felt a twinge of wonder shoot through her.

"And your bear! Where didja get it?! I have never seen anything like it! And I have been here for forever and a couple of days!" Quinn was knelt into front of the girl again as she threw herself towards the ground, her knees complaining, her inky hair swirling as she fell. The young woman examined the soft toy quickly, her fingers brushing the fabric lightly, like raindrops. As quick as a blink, the jester plucked it from the girl's hands and held it herself. She stared at it expectantly, waiting for it to speak. She frowned and the turned away from the person, pacing in confusion.

"Did I break it or something?" She asked without turning around, her right hand flicking out above her she walked and poked the bear's stomach. Another thought occurred to the jester.

"Oh no...I didn't kill it, did I?" Quinera asked, staring at the bear mournfully. She then gently picked the bear up and cradled it to her chest for a minute of two. She whispered apologises to the little plush animal before looking at it and throwing it over her shoulder, back towards the girl. She shrugged and turned on the spot, hands on her hips and eyes gleaming with barely restrained amusement. She didn't know why it was funny but the jester just felt the need to laugh again. She did that sometimes. Some things were just so funny.

"Oh well. It's dead now anyways. Hey! Don't pick that up!" The jester yelled, confusion snapping into focus. "We don't play with dead things and..." A noise just within the jester's range of hearing snapped her to attention, her manic gaze trailing across the streets around her.

"Ohhhh." The demeanour of the girl changed dramatically. Gone was the girl and back was the child's nightmare, Tinker Tocker's real life myth. The jester pulled herself up to en pointe yet again and spread her arms out at her sides, feeling the pulse energy underneath her skin singing out. She was a little drained from her escapades but she has more than enough energy to scare someone else away. Besides. She had someone to protect here too. This person was nicer than the rest. She would scare the them away again if she had to.

The jester flicked her wrists and played her part. The mad gleam was back -and oh, didn't it feel glorious- and the girl hopped with barely restrained energy. Quinera spoke, almost sang the words, in a too sweet voice which was laced with something akin to arsenic. The myth-turned-real was filled with such an energy and anticipation that she felt on fire inside. Because what is life without a little fun?

"Somebody's here...and it's time to come out and play!"

Setting

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

Earnings

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#, as written by Igari
Erixianti watched with no small amount of wonder as the jester girl shook the bear's hand, the movements uneven and ill-coordinated. With the way she moved, the willowy entertainer did not seem to be one that was used to greeting others at all. "It's very nice to meet you, little person. I hope you are OK. I'm pretty glad he didn't get you." Of a sudden, the face of the jester contorted into something resembling strong doubt. Confusion alit in the hazel orbs belonging to the shorter of the two. But the other continued on, her voice a hiss.

"Is this a trick? Are you really just a mean person?" Erixanti shook her head, but felt it went unnoticed as the young woman muttered something to herself. The tone was faint and trailed off, a mumbling that Erixianti had no hope of hearing properly. She felt out of her element, unsure if she should be answering all of these rather bizarre and impromptu questions or wait for the other to finish speaking. Socialization had never been a strong suit of hers--something that she had always wanted. But her shadows were her only companions and were much unlike other people. Her shades were obedient and their whispers were only just that: whispers.

She was brought out of her reverie by a loud shout from in front of her, the musings of the jester now audible. "I don't like it when people are mean to me. Not at all. They call me such horrible things...I am NOT a monster. I am NOT!" And just like that, a spidery, slender hand curled into a fist and smashed into the wall with a sickening crunch. Erixianti jumped, not having expected such a show of violence. She raised her bear in front of her mouth again, the animal readying itself for speech. Perhaps this movement re-caught the attention of the entertainer, for she whirled on the small girl, eyes wide and curious. "And your bear! Where didja get it?! I have never seen anything like it! And I have been here for forever and a couple of days!"

She knelt down in front of Erixianti, who blushed a little at the new line of questioning. No one had ever really shown an interest in the stuffed animal she carried around, then again, she never really used it to speak to a great deal of other people anyway. And of course, her shades wouldn't question her, why would they? Then, quick as a whip and without warning, her bear was taken out of her hands. The doll-like girl froze on the spot, her mouth opening in protest, her lips instinctively forming out a new word.

"St--" She cut herself off immediately and her hands shot up in front of her mouth. Already she could feel the icy touch of her shades wrapping around her ankles, enticing her to finish her word. 'Say it, Master... we can take it back... just tell us what to do... give us form.' She shook her head furiously, eyebrows furrowed together; biting her bottom lip to prevent any further dialogue from leaving her mouth. She did not know what would happen if she were not careful and blindly saying anything would have hazardous results. She would have no way of knowing what form her shadows would take and if it would really accomplish the goal she had in mind. Her inner turmoil went unheeded as the jester turned the bear over in her hands, observing it closely.

"Did I break it or something? ...Oh no...I didn't kill it, did I?" A pause followed this statement with a sudden cradling of the animal in her arms. Erixianti was trembling, she had never gone a moment without her bear in her arms and without it, she had no true way of talking. The taller squinted at the bear before tossing it over her shoulder, much to the horrified owner. [OOC: Just for you Loki: "The facial expression of horror resembled a "DAFUQ" expression that the petite one rarely made but was appropriate, given the circumstances" :D] The bear went sailing through the air, it's beady eyes blank and lifelessly staring in front of it. Erixianti rushed forwards, arms outstretched, completely ignoring the jester now, but sure she heard a comment along the lines of, "Hey! Don't don't pick that up!"

The bear tumbled into her arms and the instant it touched her, the animal sprung to life, blinking and quivering in the fear of what it had just experienced. Erixianti held it close to her chest, breathing out in relief that her means of communication, as well as a fuzzy companion, had come to no harm. Taking a few more breaths to compose herself, she brushed a strand of her wavy locks out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. Her grip on her bear was much tighter than it was before (the poor thing simply looked terribly uncomfortable but she wouldn't let it go for one second, not after what just happened).

She went to straighten and turn to at least tell the girl not to ever do that again. When she did so, however, she noticed that the jester was not focused on her anymore. She was looking oddly down the alley at something... Erixianti squinted a bit in that direction and after a few moments, spotted the tip of what seemed to be a black hat far in the distance. So it wasn't a something... it was a someone... The bear squirmed in her grip, but this time more out of anxiety than anything else. This made twice in a day that someone was spying on her from afar--but at least the first person turned out to be her savior. And the jester may not have had a dragon when she did so, but she seemed protective (at least on a somewhat... questionable level). And the heroine always stayed by her savior... which was precisely what Erixianti planned to do.

Setting

3 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

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Flue froze in place as the two figures turned towards her direction. She had taken too long to figure out a plan, sifting through imagined scenario after scenario that might lead Ribbon Girl away from the Jester. But it didn't help how the girl seemed to openly accept the Jester despite her crazy antics. It also didn't help how the mad teenager---for only now did she see that the mad woman was actually just about her age---threw unexpected fits: screaming at one point, punching a wall in another. Her insanity makes her dangerous, Flue kept muttering to herself while she tried to hatch a plan, inhibiting her concentration.

But now it was too late. "Somebody's here...and it's time to come out and play!" Flue cringed at the sing-song voice of the Jester. Her first impulse was to run away as waking memories of things that went bump in the night filled her with dread. I shouldn't have eaten that apple, Flue regretted. She was about to bolt when she absently focused on the bear who was squirming in the little girl's grip. No, Flue thought. If Ribbon Girl ain't afraid of her, I won't be either. That bear will be mine.

So, resigning herself to a hunt without a plan in effect, she took a deep breath and walked towards them. Leaving the shadows of the alleyway she had been hiding was unnerving, but treasure beckoned.

"I'm sorry," she called out as she neared them. "But I couldn't help but wonder, is something going on here?" The Silver Witch looked directly at the little girl, making sure that a genuine look of concern was plastered on her face. "Little girl, is this person bothering you?" she pointed at the Jester. Flue refused to take a glance at the mad teenager's way. Somehow she knew one look could make her stop dead in her tracks.

But the sight of Ribbon Girl up close gave the Silver Witch a renewed determination to steal the bear, making her forget all her fears. She looked so innocent, and somehow this made Flue so angry inside. How dare she grew up so...so...unscathed? Flue thought. It's about time someone teaches her what real life is about, and I'm going to start with taking away her precious bear. She could feel the silver boiling inside her vial necklace hidden underneath her dress. Her own soul sphere was just as passionate as she was and almost immediately, the Silver Witch felt her confidence return.

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

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Quinera watched as the girl walked out of the shadows, her long hair swishing around her shoulders. The jester felt wariness well up in her chest and subtly moved in front of the person. This person didn't feel like the other person, the one with the teddy. Quinn watched as the person came forward, only looking at the girl with the teddy. She hissed through her teeth at this newcomer, her eyes shining with distrust. The jester did not like this at all. No, no, no. She didn't feel in control and stared at the newcomer, willing her to stay away. But she kept coming towards them.

"I'm sorry," the new person called as she regarded them. Well, she wouldn't even look at Quinn who was taking everything in with her dark, dark eyes. The jester's body language was defensive and aggressive but this person never took this into account, never looked. That annoyed Quinn even more. She wanted this person to see her anger and to stay away. But no. This person didn't look at her, only at the girl. An odd feeling started to well up in the jester's chest. She didn’t want this person near her person.

"But I couldn't help but wonder, is something going on here?" The jester bristled with anger, her pulse swirling underneath her skin aching to be used. Who does this person think she is? How dare she? Quinera growled softly under her breath. She heard the person behind her move uncomfortably. She felt a bit off herself. There was something...off. Quinn felt her angry and agitation rise in her and her eyes glimmered darkly in the shady light. There was a few dark little swirls of darkness circling her wrists as her pulse tried to protect herself and her new friend (of sorts).

"Little girl, is this person bothering you?" Quinera could not restrain the deep snarl that tore it's way past her pursed lips. A fire ignited in the jester's eyes and suddenly, all rationale was gone. All the threads of sanity that the teen desperate tried to hang onto were gone. The small shadows burst into black firey shapes that took up most of the alleyway. The jester lost all essence of normality and just let her pure rage at almost everyone in the city out. Onto this person who DARED to even imply that she was being nasty to her new friend. A peal of hysterical laughter that trail off to dark mumblings filled the space around them. The person tried to back away, her silvery hair flying as she tried to escape. The jester of nightmares extended a lanky arm and sealed off the exit with a large shadow in the shape of a hound. The monster's eyes were a blood red as was it's long jagged teeth. The person turned to look at the jester but did not meet her eye.

The jester was enraged by this. "LOOK AT ME!" She screamed, the shadows around her flaring up in anger and swirling around the target of her ire, feeding off the fear. The deranged teen leapt forward, graceful as a gazelle with the black shadows surrounding her body, almost caressing her face.

"None of the people here look. They see but they don't look. They think they know everything here but they don't know anything!" The jester thrust a willowy arm out and the shadow hounds circled their prey. "They see me, they see me fly but they don't LOOK!" An ugly snarl worked it's way onto the jester's face, making a mask of anger and ire. Quinera was not currently in control. Her emotions just raged. She didn't mind. It was rather funny.

"If they looked, they would see what they did to me. They would see that I'm always so ANGRY!" The jester screamed at the young girl, no longer seeing a person but a group of people. Everyone who had tried to hurt her. There was no shortage of them.

"Always so ALONE!" Another spike in the shadow activity and the hounds gave a snarl and howled in anticipation. The embodiment of her anger thirsted for blood, the mental anguish of someone who tried to take her friend, her only friend away from her. She thought she was treating her bad. She would never treat her bad, not like they treated the jester.

"And it's all. Their. Fault!" With that, the jester raised her arms above her head and allowed the shadows to have their fun. The screams mingled with the jester's deranged laughter.

Quinera watched from the comfort of her mind, allowing her emotions to wreck havoc. She didn't mind. She couldn't even remember why she was so angry anyways.

Setting

3 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

Earnings

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#, as written by Igari
OOC: My dear sweet daddy Zeus and Odin above--the past week has been just... terrible in terms of illness. /dying So. Now time for that post that is a week late--hnnnnn.

Erixianti was frozen behind the jester, whose features were spread in a wide and somewhat malicious grin. The woman with the strange hat adorning her head drew closer, but she seemed to only have eyes for the smallest of the three. Erixianti looked between the jester and the witch-type woman before taking a step closer to her savior, ducking behind her much how a child hides behind a mother.

"I'm sorry." The comment was coolly said and the young girl clutched her teddy closer to her body, nervous around this strange newcomer. The witch did not seem to sense the hesitance as she continued in her lilting voice."But I couldn't help but wonder, is something going on here?" Erixianti chanced a glance over at the jester, still remaining just as silent as ever. The other girl was shaking, was that with rage? The way her face was contorted was a clear indication that the witch was heartily disliked. She shifted more behind her rescuer, lashes tilted downwards as she daren't respond. The girl was relentless and still continued to talk--whether she was impervious to the atmosphere or just ignoring it, Erixianti was unsure.

"Little girl, is this person bothering you?" The petite doll went to go give a shake of her head but a peel of hysterical laughter tore her gaze away from the witch and to the jester. Her savior was breathing heavily, soft pants of what sounded to be anger leaving her body.

"LOOK AT ME!" Erixianti gave a start, raising her bear in front of her mouth in an effort to calm the woman down. The tone the bear had now was simpering and quiet, like a child fearful of dark and terrible things.

"C-calm down... there is no need to get so upset..." The jester completely ignored her, dark shadows licking around her body. The coolness was a familiar presence to her companion and the silver-haired girl shivered. Whatever was happening was going to be fairly unpleasant and by the looks of things, the witch was immobilized with fear. The willowy teen's voice had become hysterical as she rambled on, not even aware of the protestings made by the small girl.

"None of the people here look. They see but they don't look. They think they know everything here but they don't know anything! They see me, they see me fly but they don't LOOK!" The jester extended out her arm and the shadows were given form, hounds that circled around the witch. The strange woman's eyes were wide with terror and Erixianti tried again, now physically tugging on the hem of the jester's skirt.

"Please don't harm her... she didn't mean any trouble." Her bear protested weakly in her stead but the jester was already so far gone, her mad, demented smile alighting on her features.

"If they looked, they would see what they did to me. They would see that I'm always so ANGRY! Always so ALONE! "And it's all. Their. Fault!"" A flick of the wrist and the hounds were released from their pacing, charging at the witch who released an unearthly scream. Erixianti was trembling--this was wrong, this was all very wrong. The jester wouldn't listen to her and the hounds seemed content to prowl around the witch, as if deciding how best to tear into their prey. The small girl looked down at her shoes before her eyebrows knit together, her worried expression replaced by one of determination.

Sometimes, the savior was too erratic when attempting to protect the heroine and would often over-react if even the slightest being got into contact with their charge. Erixianti wasn't surprised her storybook rescuer was lashing out in such a fashion. But as the lady--the tiny, petite heroine--she couldn't allow the witch to come to harm when there was no need to. The hounds were made of shadow, after all--she would be able to control them. Grinding her teeth together, the doll took a deep breath, her bear falling limp within her arms the instant she did so. The sound was but a whisper and not audible over the shrieks and howls of the witch. But for Erixianti, all of that was being drowned out by the excited chatter of her shadows, who seemed jubilant at the chance to be given form.

"Yes Master, it's been so long... so very long, let us speak, let us touch, let us feel..." She released her breath and spoke very slowly, the syllables making the air tingle.

"Do not attack her, you are noble creatures who protect, not harm. Release her from your petty whims." The shadow hounds looked up at her and it was as they did so, the whispers she had heard in her ear registered. Erixianti had just made a mistake. An awful. Awful mistake. The hounds had not been real, they were an illusion, but now that she had spoken, she could not retract her words. Her shadows leaped into action, their glee apparent in the rush of cold that flew by her. The hounds filled out, becoming actual shadow creatures with beady eyes and a leering smile.

It happened so fast, Erixianti was unable to process it. The hounds snapped up the witch in their mouths and before the screams could continue, they were silenced--the beasts running off with her in the opposite direction. The girl stood there dumbfounded, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to process what just happened. Her teddy returned to it's former state of consciousness now that the shadows were out of her vicinity and Erixianti fell to her knees in shock. What had she done? What had she done?

Setting

3 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch

Earnings

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#, as written by Igari
OOC: My computer decided to make a double-posteth /pageforevertaintedbythis

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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A chilling cold feeling shot through Quinera as she projected her hounds. A cold that turned her stomach to ice. The jester let out a gasp as her hounds were snatched away from her and she dropped like a stone. There the jester knelt, staring, unseeing. She was like a puppet with the strings cut. She stayed there for a few minutes before she started to come back, her conciousness taking over once again. She felt an odd ache in her chest from where the hounds were snatched away from her. The jester then suddenly leapt to her feet.

Where was her person?

She noticed that the not good person had gone. She didn't know where. She didn't care all too much either. Her person was much more important. Quinn found the person behind her, kneeling on the ground. The jester cocked her head and made a face. What was she doing down there? Surely she'd get her pretty dress all ruined. Quinn sank to the ground in front of her.

"Whatcha doing?" Quinera asked, drumming her fingers on her knees in a little pattern. She liked patterns. Two, nine, four, seven, five and six together.

"Don't you know the floor is all dirty?" The jester asked, carrying on her pattern. She looked at the person's face with a frown. She didn't look happy. Quinera made a face. She wasn't good at making other people happy. She usually made them scared and sad. She reached out and let her fingers brush against the bear.

"I apologise, Mister Bear. I didn't know taking you from your person would make you die." She put on a falsetto, feigning embarrassment.

"That's OK, Quinn. You didn't know. Just don't do it again!" Quinera deepened her voice and made the bear shake its hand at her with a giggle. The jester almost peeked at the person's face before she leapt to her feet and started walking around the alley.

"Did you see where that other person went? I didn't like her. She was mean and nasty. Most people are to me. It's sad." Quinn's shoulders slumped and she looked a little depressed. Why did people have to be so mean? She tried to be nice all the time but they didn't ever seem to care or see. It was just easier to be Quinera than it was to play nice.

But then a spark of excitement shot through the young girl.

"But you're not mean! Sure, a little quiet and a bit funny. But that's OK cos I'm a bit funny too. In my head. That's what the tell me anyways." The jester giggled as she turned to face her new friend. Still, the person looked sad. It was not good. More that a little not good. Quinn thought about how to cheer her friend up. They usually laughed when she hurt herself, like that time she didn't quite make it across to the other roof. It made those guys laugh for days when she slipped and fell off the building. She was fine, she caught herself but she had to rest for a few days afterwards. Quinn shivered violently. She remembered that. She remembered how hungry she was those few days, starving. She couldn't go get herself food, she hurt so much and no one was going to get it for her. Because who would help the crazy jester who ate souls and stole away children?

The negative thoughts suddenly disappeared in a flash of light as she realised that her friend didn't know her name yet. Well, that just wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all. She imagined her Mr Bear voice telling her off for not introducing them. That set off a little peal of giggles, not the hysterical terrifying laugh from before. These giggles were innocent, sweet and sounded like a little girl's laugh. The jester spun around until she was in front the person and bowed deeply.

"By the way, my name is Quinera the jester. You can call me Quinn if you like! Or not...I know you don't speak much. But Mr Bear can call me Quinn!" She smiled and spun around, throwing her long willow arms up in the air. She felt tired as anything but she still felt...happy. Happy that she had a friend. Someone who wouldn't run away when she talked to them, someone who would listen to her, someone who wouldn't laugh if she got hurt. Quinn stood in front of her new friend and out stretched her hand.

"So. What's your name then?"

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

Earnings

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#, as written by Igari
Erixianti was huddled on the ground, silently wondering if there was a way to rectify what she had just done. The hounds had taken off with the witch and there was no way of knowing which way they had gone, or if they would be able to find her. The doll-like figure clutched at her sides, the bear held against her chest as she did so. A murmur of a voice brought her attentions to her side as the voice of the jester reached her ears.

"... doing? Don't you know the floor is all dirty?" She didn't move, still looking sullenly at the ground. The jester continued in a lighter voice, as if trying to perk up the mood of conversation. She didn't seem to be directing her comments at Erixianti anymore, choosing to talk to the stuffed animal nestled against her torso. "I apologise, Mister Bear. I didn't know taking you from your person would make you die. That's OK, Quinn. You didn't know. Just don't do it again!" The jester walked a bit of a ways from her, down the ally. Though she was still talking, the small girl couldn't really hear her that well with the way she was wandering.

She could not hear the whispers of her shadows at the moment, which meant that the hounds must've still been carrying that poor girl away somewhere. But in the hustle of Tinker Tocker... Erixianti shook her head. In a way, she should be considering the fact that she was lucky. The hounds could've turned on her or her savior and it was fortunate that they took away the strange girl that had been protruding into their business. And in a sense, she was also lucky that the willowy girl hadn't noticed Erixianti's voice whatsoever. Whatever had been effecting the masked figure, it seemed to have loosened it's grip and was now a memory.

The jester was wandering back over towards her and her comments once again became audible. "But you're not mean! Sure, a little quiet and a bit funny. But that's OK cos I'm a bit funny too. In my head. That's what the tell me anyways." The comments were awkwardly placed, as if a mere rambling of the mind than really any sort of conversation. Erixianti sighed, at last tilting up her eyes to look at her savior. Oddly enough, whether it was because of this action or the timing of it all, the girl broke out in delighted giggles, a genuine smile on her face.

"By the way, my name is Quinera the jester. You can call me Quinn if you like! Or not...I know you don't speak much. But Mr Bear can call me Quinn!" The bear in her arms squirmed a bit at this, looking up at it's master before looking back at the girl smiling from ear to ear. "So. What's your name then?" An outstretched hand met the distance between them halfway, raised eyebrows as if encouraging Erixianti to take it. Timidly and with a bit of a blush coating her cheeks, she released the grip she had on her arm with one hand and took the offered one shyly.

"My name is Erixianti." The bear said, the voice sort of melancholic and dazed, as if lost in thought. Gripping the hand a bit more tightly, she used it to help her stand properly. Though, to be fair, she was still a full head or two below the height of her new friend. "I... am worried about the girl, though... Perhaps we could explore, just a bit?" The suggestion of exploring, even if it came from herself, cheered her spirit a bit. The adventurous side of her was already becoming excited at this. Wandering around would ease her of her doubt and eventually, her shadows would have to return to her. They always did.

She walked a few steps in front of Quinn, shoes clicking on the pavement as she did so. She held her bear in front of her mouth again as she looked over her shoulder at her companion. "Could you take us back into the center of the city? Maybe that would be a good place to start." A tremulous smile came upon her lips, a bit shaky due to the events. But there was a sense of happiness from finally finding someone to interact with besides her own creatures. Her savior may be a bit odd but there was something incredibly good-natured about her. Erixianti could tell--after all, saviors were noble and completely loyal to the heroine. Always. She waited until Quinn had assessed her words, already reaching out to grip the hem of the jester's skirt for when they walked.

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nohizar Character Portrait: Zoen Leed

Earnings

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“Oh? Fascinating. Perhaps you could share some of your great knowledge then?” Whether or not such a question would inadvertently corner Nohizar, or at least put the true extent of what he knew to the test, Zoen did ask something more precise the next moment. “For instance, have you been noticing something different about their dwellers? Their movement? Their numbers?” Though asked in a casual tone there was a somewhat greater urgency embedded into the questions and Zoen listened very carefully to the answers, though not without an understanding of the need to separate the exaggerations from what could be valuable truths or at least rumors which could be used to get closer to the aforementioned truths.

Regardless of the response, the older man was by no means interrogating Nohizar and took the time to properly answer the green-haired boy’s questions in turn. One had to admit that the boy’s curiosity seemed to provide nigh-infinite fuel for conversation as they walked. “Where I am from… Hmmm… Let’s see… Well, I actually started off right here, so you could say I’m from Eludrest based on that. I’m a bit over twenty years of age…” Their stroll was fairly calm with nothing triggering Zoen’s tripwires along the way. Incidentally, the blonde man’s response to Nohizar’s question pertaining to what his powers could make was to point behind them at one of the faintly glimmering string stretching across the street some distance behind them. Even with Zoen directly pointing it out it wasn’t easy to spot. Perhaps in part due to realizing this he proceeded to clap his hands together then spread his palms. “I’m not certain, but would you consider this cool?” He suggested with a smile, shimmering golden strings suspended between his fingers as he moved his hands apart. It was much like something that could be tied into a string figure with some motions of one’s digits, but he merely kept them the way they were. At the end of this brief demonstration he moved his palms back together, the strings disappearing as if they were never there in the first place.

Just as Nohizar began mentioning the engineers of Tinker Tocker and other things peculiar about their destination, said destination seemingly began manifesting all around them. Zoen’s hunch about the dreamworld responding to one’s intention to get somewhere, rather than one’s exact knowledge of the layout and topography was apparently correct. With that in mind, perhaps what had stopped Nohizar from reaching Tinker Tocker was a less clear understanding of his destination than what was required? Or perhaps their unified desire to get there was stronger than that of a single boy. One way or other, the streets around them gradually grew more bustling, the architecture changed to incorporate those weird cogs and ticking gears that Nohizar had mentioned. Zoen, unbeknownst to his new acquaintance, was watching everything from beneath his bangs and commented upon the changing landscape as they proceeded. “Truth be told, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here. So I don’t remember what it’s supposed to be like…”

But one way or other they were beyond a doubt in Tinker Tocker for no other place upon the dreamscape sported the complex machinery embedded into their very surroundings. It must’ve taken the inhabitants some time to get used to the ticking, but it sounded surprisingly unified and even somewhat melodious. To Zoen the machine seemed well-oiled enough to cause no concern… Though perhaps the mechanical city would reveal some errors in the way the Dreamworld has been operating recently after all. “Perhaps looking into their motions is a good idea. Thank you, King Nohizar.” He commented with a smile. Unfortunately at that point Nohizar’s ghostly companion informed that they had to take care of their business now, meaning that for some time they would part ways. “I understand. Hopefully you will be successful in your endeavors. Until we meet again, both of you.” He waved as the two ran off before turning his head towards the bustling city. He would likely be able to do a lot of things here should he so desire. The Inner Selves here likely weren’t dormant, meaning he could count on more individuals to interact with.

Placing his hands in his pocket, once again touching upon the reassuringly tangible letter in one of them, Zoen proceeded to walk through the city no longer accompanied, for now listening to his surroundings. Places did tend to change as one walked the dreamworld with an intention to go somewhere. Now do people with information you can use show up quite so easily, he wondered to himself…?

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

Earnings

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Quinera grinned as the girl took a hold of her hand. She helped her new friend get to her feet and smiled as she lifted Mr Bear to her mouth.

"My name is Erixianti." Quinn couldn't help but pull a face at that name. That was confusing. She couldn't pronounce that! She had difficulty pronouncing the word 'hospital' for goodness sake! The jester mused about it for two minutes before coming up with a solution. Eri. She could say that, no problem! She smiled to herself before her new friend...Eri carried on speaking through her marvellous teddy.

"I... am worried about the girl, though... Perhaps we could explore, just a bit?" Quinera grinned at the idea of exploring. She loved to explore and find new things that hid in the city. Just the other day she'd found an abandoned work place full of toy rockets that actually went! She had a lot of fun setting them off and watching the toys whizz round the room. And the other time she'd found the room that was lit with only fairy lights! That was amazing, she felt like she was surrounded by fireflies or magic. Or even firefly magic! She was distracted from her memories by the dazed bear speaking up again.

"Could you take us back into the center of the city? Maybe that would be a good place to start." The jester mulled that over, crossing her long arms. Erixianti might be able to go through the city fine but Quinn definitely could not. People already had stories about her but if she started walking round the streets in broad daylight? Uh oh. That would not work out well. She went to tell her friend this but saw she had walked a bit further along. Quinn watched as the girl turned to reach out for her. The jester grinned and skipped forward, spotting her new friend grab onto the material of her skirt. Good. Now she wouldn't get lost.

"I can take you to the centre but we'll have to go the secret way. Nobody knows my way round!" Quinn spoke quickly in rushed whispers and her eyes gleamed brightly. She hopped over to the edge of the alley way and took off round the corner, quickly, lightly. She felt Eri pull on her skirt as she moved too fast too quickly. Quinera winced. She would slow down the next time. The jester slipped her hand into the girl's grip. At the questioning look she shrugged.

"Easier to move around this way." The taller replied, not needing words to understand the question. She turned to see if anyone was about before going down a dark alleyway. She led Eri down the space, calling out behind her.

"Don't worry! I know where I'm going. Been down here tons of times. I can't believe no one's noticed it though..." She let her grip on the girl's hand go for a second to jump up and grab the first step of a ladder. The ladder slid down from the shadows above them and the jester turned and gestured with a grin.

"Going up!" She took a spring leap before scaling up the ladder with ease. When she reached the top of the landing, she knelt down to help Eri up. After they were both on their feet again, the jester turned to the view with a giggle.

"Say help to my Tinker Tocker. No one ever comes up here. They think I'm scary and evil." Quinn accented this by pretending to be a monsterish demon before decending into giggles.

"But that's OK for me since it means that I can use all of the roofs!" Quinera finished, gesturing to the expanses of cement and tiling.

"So, it was the centre you wanted to go to, right?"

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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The jester seemed ecstatic, her wide grin taking over her features genuinely. Gone from her companion's mind was the incident that had just transpired and Erixianti tried to force herself to feel the same obliviousness. Yet she couldn't shake this terrible feeling settling in the pit of her stomach...

"I can take you to the centre but we'll have to go the secret way. Nobody knows my way round!" Erixianti tilted her head? The secret way? Well, that did sound like an adventure in the works! She let a small smile come upon her lips but was a bit surprised by the enthusiasm that her friend possessed. Quinn moved rather quickly, the smaller unable to keep up with the fast pace. She pulled at the skirts. the jester turning to lay her eyes on her. For a second, a frown flitted across her face before it was replaced by that same smile. She grabbed Erixianti's hand, the feeling of the spidery fingers encircling around her palm odd but comforting. She still sent her companion a questioning look--she may look the part of the child but she wasn't exactly one.

Quinn shrugged, "Easier to move around this way." She looked around the ally before tugging Erixianti behind her, pulling her a bit as she spoke in a chipper voice. "Don't worry! I know where I'm going. Been down here tons of times. I can't believe no one's noticed it though..." Trailing off, the jester let go of the doll's hand, jumping up into the shadows and pulling down a ladder. Erixianti's eyebrows shot upwards and submerged in her bangs out of surprise. Ah! She hadn't known that such things were hidden in the city! It made her wonder what else was laying about...

"Going up!" The voice of her friend made her look up as the girl scaled the ladder with ease. For the petite figure, it was a bit more difficult, as she had to adjust the frills of her dress and somehow balance her bear along with her. She did not need to struggle for long as Quinn happily reached down and pulled her up with her without much trouble. Erixianti was rather light-weight by default and her delicate frame hardly imposed upon anyone at all. She stumbled a bit as she straightened herself, the jester spreading her arms out in front of her.

Erixianti's eyes widened. She had never been up this high before! From up here, one could see for miles and miles into the city. The people that were involved, the bustling activity, and the wide array of uneven buildings. It was truly a sight to behold. Quinera didn't waste any time in addressing it, her voice booming with bravado. "Say help to my Tinker Tocker. No one ever comes up here. They think I'm scary and evil. But that's OK for me since it means that I can use all of the roofs!"

Taking a deep breath, the jester turned so that she could see her friend. "So, it was the centre you wanted to go to, right?" Erixianti nodded slowly, reaching out to once more clasp the jester's hand with her petite digits. She held up her bear with her other hand, the creature's voice breathless with excitement.

"Yes, the center! I've never been but it seems to be where all the activity happens..." Her bear's voice trailed off a bit as she finished the sentence in her mind. 'And perhaps that's where my shadows brought the witch...' There was no way she could express that to Quinn, sensing that her savior did not seem to pursue things that she did not like. And considering the way in which she had so flippantly dismissed the witch's kidnapping, it was apparent to Erixianti that the other would just as quickly shut down going to the center if she knew it was for the witch. Not waiting for Quinera to lead her this time, she pulled her companion as she rushed ahead, clumsily walking along the rooftops to get to the heart of the city.
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Unbeknownst to the pair, there was another figure that had been following them since they had made contact. The figure was tall, akin to a shadow, facial features hidden behind a curtain of hair over it's eyes. The figure grinned slowly as it watched the progress over the rooftops, eyes taking in every movement. It brought it's hand closer to it's mouth and spoke in a raspy voice, barely audible and just a mere whisper.

"The pieces are nearly all assembled... Perhaps these strays may offer more purpose than merely..." The wind picked up, blotting out the next words spoken by the figure. Though perhaps the appearance of the strays was deviating from the plan, the figure did not seem to be concerned. It turned, stalking after the two quietly with a smirk on it's face.

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Character Portrait: Nohizar

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Nohizar sat on the steps of a home in the back alley of Tinker Tocker. He had been doing that a lot ever since he and Razihon arrived here. Whatever ‘business’ Razihon was up to, he didn’t want Nohizar knowing about it. Instead, they had been going to houses and Razihon would enter, leaving Nohizar to sit on his hands until his companion came back. Nohizar bit on the nail of his thumb. This was getting boring. At first he had thought to sneak inside to see what was going on, but the chilling screams that emerged from the house just before he was about to enter had scared him off. Now he just waited, waited for those horrible screams to erupt once more. But they never did.

Razihon was scrounging through the now empty house. He hadn’t expected Nohizar to try and sneak in the last time, so he was more careful of eliminating those that stood in his way now. No sounds. No signs. No nothing. It was easier if Nohizar remained unaware of what he was doing. He looked around the bedchambers of the engineer living in this house. One that was somewhat famed for his creations, said to possess mystical powers. That wouldn’t do. Razihon was almost certain that there was no such thing as an engineer who could create items that would possess any kind of power, not like the power Nohizar and Zoen had anyway. But that didn’t make the possibility of such a thing any less of a threat to Razihon. So he had taken it upon himself to search out this engineer and eliminate him and all his works. The search throughout the city had been messy, not many of the engineers were willing to sell out one of their own to a creature like Razihon. Not at first anyway. His eye spied a strange orb lying on top of a small desk. His eye narrowed as he approached it, it was almost as if the orb was glowing, illuminating the desk and the blueprints that were scattered there. Could this be the mystical item? It didn’t seem to have any detectable power, but that could be a trick. After all, how could such a tiny orb glow so brightly? His grin grew slightly wider as he lifted his arm above his head, his hand slowly turning into an axe blade, before he used it to smash the orb to pieces. As the light suddenly disappeared by his violent action he looked around one last time before leaving the room and heading back outside.

Nohizar shot a suspicious look at Razihon as he left the dwelling of the engineer. ”What were you doing in there?” He said to his green companion, suspicion clear in his voice. The appiration titled his head slightly, looking at Nohizar with something that bordered on confused amusement before answering. ”Just visiting an old friend.” Nohizar jumped up from where he was sitting and stomped towards Razihon, fire in his eyes. ”Than why couldn’t I come in as well?!" Nohizar shouted at his companion, even as his pulse sprung to life and began forming strangely coloured swords all around him. If Razihon was worried in any way, he didn’t show it. Instead he merely shrugged and walked past Nohizar and the levitating swords. ”He hates children. Now let’s go, I’ll get you some ice cream once we reach the shopping district.” Razihon said, without bothering to look back as he headed further into the back alleys of Tinker Tocker. With a confused blink the swords created by Nohizar’s pulse faded, even as the pulse itself went back to sleep, leaving no traces it had ever awoken in the first place. Nohizar merely stared at the back of his companion, dumbfounded as he was that the appiration would show so little concern for Nohizar’s opinion. But before long he shook his head and ran after his friend. ”W-wait for me! Nohizar shouted, as he struggled to follow his friend down the twisted alley ways of Tinker Tocker.

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera

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"Yes, the center! I've never been but it seems to be where all the activity happens..." Erixianti exclaimed through the bear before half dragging the jester forward to walk the roof tops. The older laughed and slipped out of the younger's grip before twirling across the roof. When she finished spinning, she caught her new friend's hand quickly, wary of the edges.

Sure, she could jump off the sides and stuff but she didn't want the little girl to fall off. It was rather high up in the roofs. The young woman turned to smile at her companion.

"You'd be right! That's were the inventer's market is and the museums and all the other cool stuff. And the secrets! I gots to show you all the secrets that hide in Tinker Tocker! The little places down alleys that no one goes down and stuff. It's cool!"

They carried on like this, making their way through the city skyline when one of the most annoying things happened. It was exactly what Quinn was dreading. Someone was spotted them. Or more accurately, they spotted her. The jester rolled her eyes at the woman's scream as she leapt to the opposite roof. The woman pulled her child away from the window, exclaiming about how the jester was stealing away a child. The hysterical woman shouted curses at the young woman. Quinera could not help herself.

This oppertunity was unmissable.

The young woman slowly slid her face into a demonic smile, winking quickly at Eri. The jester slowly moved forward, her head cocked and her movements jerky and broken. Slowly she raised her hand to face the woman and let black shadows encircle her outstretched hand.

The scream in response was hilarious.

Quinera broke the illusion by laughing good naturedly and spinning to face her companion.

"Ya see, the locals? They're scared of me." Her grin darkened and Quinn snarled. "Stupid people, think I'm evil. They are just STUPID!" The anger melted away as excitement came over the young teenager.

"Come on! Let's go to the centre!" Before too long, other people had started to notice the two traversing the roofs and were concerned for Quinn's new friend. They tried to scare the jester away and coax the young girl to safety.

Quinera would have laughed if she wasn't so angry with them.

How dare they?

How could they?

But the jester forced herself to keep calm. However she could not subdue the shivers of angry that ran underneath her skin. Quinn shook her head, clasping it tightly. The last thing she needed was to fade again. When she faded, Quinn saw what she was doing...she just couldn't control it. She was just so angry. And people got hurt. She didn't want to hurt her new friend. So the jester took a deep breath and launched herself across a particularly large gap. By Quinn's standard, it wasn't too bad but she wondered if her new friend could make the leap.

She was rather short after all and didn't have the long legs the older of the two did.

The jester hopped back over the gap and turned to her companion. The jester blushed a little and felt a sudden flash of embarrassment. She blushed a little more. Embarrassment? She was never embarrassed. Although, she never talked to someone else this much either. Even if the person couldn't really talk back. Her teddy could though!

"Um, that jump is pretty big...do you need some help or something? I mean, I could give ya a piggy back over or...not. I don't really mind actually. I guess you'd be kinda light anyways. No offence! You just look not heavy. It wouldn't be as easy if you were heavy but..." The jester blinked and shook her heand.

"So, do you need any help there?"

Setting

2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nohizar Character Portrait: Zoen Leed

Earnings

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Even given his reasons for having entered a lucid dream, Zoen wasn’t beyond making the most of finally being in a place incomparably more dynamic than the quiet, near-deserted streets of Eludrest. The dream was still co-operating with his intentions – there was no shortage of individuals to whom he could speak. One more vivid than the other, guided by minds of dreamers and whatever laws stood behind dreaming beyond the control of dreamers, they had vastly different reactions and things to tell the blonde-haired man with the golden sash and he listened. The value of the rumors they shared… that was already another story. Most seemed to be far more focused on whatever preoccupied their own minds from places they’ve been to, to how outrageous the prices in the market were. Zoen tapped his chin in contemplation concerning the latter – what could determine one’s riches in a world of dreams?

As he asked more and more beings capable of speech, he gradually moved closer to the center of Tinker Tocker, somewhat melodious ticking surrounding him along with the less organized murmur of those presently in the city. Having been given food for thought and an opportunity to socialize with a varying degree of success, it was no less than an entire hour later, at least if an estimation based on his sense of time was to be believed, that Zoen stopped for a bit to weight the amount of new information he’d received… But no, he was quite certain that nothing new had been told to him and in terms of his investigation he was mostly where he had begun. Unfortunate, but not enough to discourage him. At least not yet.

He thought for a bit – perhaps it would pay to reconsider the wording of his questions? “Have you seen anything strange happen lately?” That was one of the questions he had tried asking. In response to it he would mostly receive answers far too different to make any useful information out of them. The world of dreams shifts and accommodates strange things by nature – a hundred different people would see a hundred different things, figuratively or literally. Alternatively he would occasionally ask if they had seen a certain Persona. To this question the answer was always the same short "No".

After the curious but inconclusive investigation Zoen paused somewhere in the city-center, observing the crowd from beneath the slightly glowing bangs. Unbeknownst to those around him and, in fact, to Zoen himself as he hadn’t bothered to look into a mirror, underneath the strands of hair in his eyes gradually shifted a golden pattern of lines forming an ornament not unlike a gilded kaleidoscope. Perhaps the pattern shifted following the rhythm of his thoughts, perhaps it was slowly synching with the ticking of the town’s cogs and gears.

Taking the opportunity granted by his pause, he leaned his back against one of the buildings overlooking the city center and reached out his hand, his fingers tracing lines in the air until they became tangible – he once again created a quartet of his golden strings, their ends unseen yet tethered somewhere as the strings were ajangle. He slid his fingers down the visible length of the strings and produced a musical sound akin to a mixture of a violin and a singing voice. The ticking resonating through the city was like a metronome as he began to play the strings, new musical notes escaping from under the caress of his hands. He had noticed this subtle change to his Pulse back when he had awoken in Eludrest for the first time after so long. But only now he took his time to explore its capabilities some more. There was no rush at the moment. Why not support the rampant thoughts with a soothing melody? Besides, who knows, perhaps the dream would work with him a bit more and bring to him someone who could tell him what he wanted to hear, much as the unexpected encounter with the King and his brave Warrior before. Thus he reasoned to himself with a half-smile as he played…

Setting

4 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nohizar Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Martellus

Earnings

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#, as written by Igari
The two were doing some odd sort of dance on the rooftops to keep balanced. Every time Erixianti shifted even one inch to the side, Quinn would dart forward, drag her close by tugging on the girl's hand, and the process would continue. It reminded Erixianti of this dance she had read about, a tango, she believed it was called. Still! The appearance of the city from so high up was quite the sight to behold--breathing taking, even. Quinera kept a firm hold on Erixianti's hand as she smiled while taking the lead on the rooftops.

"You'd be right! That's were the inventer's market is and the museums and all the other cool stuff. And the secrets! I gots to show you all the secrets that hide in Tinker Tocker! The little places down alleys that no one goes down and stuff. It's cool!" The doll-like one blushed a bit; she wasn't aware there was quite so much to see in the city but looking at it from up here... She had only seen just one, tiny fragment of it. She smiled at her companion, holding her bear up with her free hand and allowing it to speak in her place.

"It sure looks that way; I'm glad you were the one who turned out to be my--" The bear's voice, which had been breathless with awe and amazement, was cut off as a shrill scream pierced the air. Erixianti looked around to try and find it's source and discovered a woman who had seen them wandering about above them. The woman seemed to be in a rightful tizzy, screaming at the jester. Though to Erixianti, who had always had delicate hearing and did not prefer loud noises, much of what she was saying couldn't be perceived. Quinn had heard it just fine and an amused sort of dark grin flitted on to her face as she waggled her fingers in front of her. Whatever her savior did, it was enough to scare the woman off and back behind her door. The petite of the two tilted her head in confusion, her bear's tones more muffled as the animal raised a paw to stroke it's chin.

"What was all that about?" Quinera laughed playfully, the darkness of the smile gone and replaced with some semblance of playfulness.

"Ya see, the locals? They're scared of me. Stupid people, think I'm evil. They are just STUPID!" For a moment, it seemed the anger had returned but it was gone in an instant and Erixianti was unsure she had even seen it to begin with. "Come on! Let's go to the centre!" She nodded and let her partner lead her over the rooftops once more. It must've looked odd, the willowy wisp of a girl leading the smaller, doll-like one. But then again, all heroines looked the part of the damsel, and their saviors, well, more colorful in appearance, to say the least. She giggled at the thought, imagining Quinera in some sort of noble attire. She couldn't quite see the other getting rid of her jester hat and the resulting image was an entertaining one.

As they progressed, they approached a gap between roofs, Quinn letting go of Erixianti's hand and easily bounding the jump. She turned around as if in thought and then held out her hand, a goofy sort of apologetic expression on her face. "Um, that jump is pretty big...do you need some help or something? I mean, I could give ya a piggy back over or...not. I don't really mind actually. I guess you'd be kinda light anyways. No offence! You just look not heavy. It wouldn't be as easy if you were heavy but... Do you need any help there?" The smaller girl shook her head, tucking her bear beneath her arm and lifted up the hems of her dress. She could most certainly make the jump on her own! She wasn't the helpless princess after all, she was a heroine and there was definitely a difference.

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The figure watched as the small girl readied herself in an attempt to make the jump. Oh, this wouldn't do at all, no no, it would not do. For the pieces were still scattered about and not yet joined altogether. And there would be no way of testing out the theory if they did not all gather... Perhaps a speed-up process was in order. The figure smirked as it snapped it's fingers and right as the girl went to run at the edge, the corners of the roof crumbled. She looked confused, eyes widening as she must've processed what was going on. There was a brief second of eye contact between the bizarre jester and the doll before the latter went tumbling downwards towards the city streets.

The figure took it's eyes off the scene, turning it's gaze more to the distance where a heavily armored figure was talking to the energetic, young boy. How to get them involved... decisions, decisions... Perhaps it would be best to bring their attention to the young girl's plight, after all, boys always did have a need to be show-offish. It waved it's hand casually, a nearby building instantly formed cracks and the walls of which began to cave in on themselves. The activity as well as the screams would be sure to get the attention of all the toys... And soon... yes soon... the gears would spin into motion at last.

Setting

5 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nohizar Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Zoen Leed Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Martellus

Earnings

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Quinera was not happy. Her new friend had just fallen from the building. Or the building had fallen away from her. Buildings didn't do that. Someone must've done it to her buildings and that is not allowed. Nope, nope, nope. The jester went onto high alert, growling loudly, making sure that anyone who was listening knew of her annoyance and her anger. Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings for the idiot who had decided to mess with her Tinker Tocker. No one she could see right now. But those two had gone after Eri...Those two had to be dealt with. They could hurt her and that was NOT allowed. Quinn was the one who had to look after her little friend. It was her job now. The jester had tried to grab her friend when she had fallen but just missed. Just be a tiny amount. And then those two turn up and play hero? No. No, that was not allowed. They were doing very well until the building had crumbled.

The jester stood on a nearby building, observing the group of people gathered there. Huh, people. They were so annoying. Just so...urgh. A little flare of frustration buold up inside the young woman and she snarled loudly, causing a few people to look up in confusion. The jester blended into the grayish buildings with a quick thought and change back once those curious people had looked away. Good.

Eri was still down there. She needed to go find her before something happened. But that would mean having to go down and be around all those people. All those people who probably wouldn't be too happy to see her. Quinn bit her lip hard and tasted a tang of copper as she bit down too hard. What was she going to do? She couldn't stay up here forever, that much was obvious. But really, she didn't want to go down. She just wanted her new friend back up here. Decisions, decisions. Quinera started to wring her hands, eyes flitting from place to place. She had to make her move, she had to do something quickly. Quick, quick, quick. Another stab of frustation shot through her already tense mind and the young woman threw up her hands with a scream. Why couldn't she just decide? It wasn't hard, not at all. But she was scared to go down. Just too scared of the new people and the changes and different. She didn't like different. Not at all. But then the frustration and fear disappeared as a thread of confidence and mischief played its game with her mind.

She wouldn't be scared. She would be scary.

The jester readied herself, confident. She had done this before. There was just more people this time. Most of which would run once they had seen her. No problem. Quinera threw herself off the building, seeping in the shoked gasps, whispers and fear that started to come off the crowd once they had noticed her. She was The Jester and she was not playing games. The young woman gripped onto a ridge on the building opposite and flew off, reading herself to land beside her friend. However, she never got the chance to land as a bright light suddenly filled her vision.