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«Each time you turn around, take a moment to ask yourself: 'Is the world behind you still there?'»

⌠Partners in Crime | Set It Off⌡

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◆ Kyouko Kirigiri ❘ Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ◇ Sigma

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◆ #cc00ff ❘ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇#8c00ff

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⌊Violet "Argo" Kodoku⌉
⌊Vai • Oh • Let ❘ A purple bluish color⌉
⌊Arr • Goh ❘ Greek ship of legend. Means swift.⌉
⌊Koh • Doh • Kuu ❘ Japanese for alone, isolated.⌉

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⌊Argo | Spy⌉

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⌊Female⌉

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⌊20⌉

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⌊Orange Mock ● False Seed ● Deceit⌉

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⌊The Outsiders || Spy⌉

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⌊Heterosexual || Hetero-romantic

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[size=80]⌊Russian, Japanese⌉

"What you first see may not always be what really is. Trusting your perception is like embracing your delusion."

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⌊5'6" || 106 lbs⌉

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⌊Violet, ironically enough, does not have violet hair. In actuality, her hair a very pale shade of lavender. Originally, her hair had been a much darker shade of purple but, over the years, it had slowly begun to fade to a near white, lavender tint.⌉

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⌊Violet's eyes are a cold purple. If one were to talk with her, it would feel more as though she were looking beyond the person she is conversing with. Almost as though she saw right through a person, as a person can see through clean glass. It felt almost like she could see through your chest and straight into your heart, your soul.⌉

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⌊Pale⌉

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⌊Violet has several vein-like scars upon her hands, seemingly growing larger. This is most likely a product of the seed which she had ingested. The worry of an untimely death is not large as the only marks that can be found so far are those bulges on her hands, which she covers with gloves, and a very faint outline of an Orange Mock along her chest.⌉

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⌊Violet, to be frank, has a smaller build. That is to say, in comparison to members of the King's army and certain others, Violet is definitely smaller; although, not enough to stick out like a sore thumb. Although, what she lacks in height and physical strength, she makes up for in agility and stealth. Violet, as an ex-member of the King's army, was trained to master her strengths so that they covered enough of her weaknesses. She has strong legs to allow her to run like the wind. Which, for someone smaller than most of the competition, is an astounding skill to have claims to.

Violet typically wears a dark purple jacket with a similar colored skirt. Alongside those she has a pair of dark purple, yes this is a thing, knee-high boots. All of which are made out of light, elastic material so as to not conflict with her job. When she's in the middle of an assignment, Violet usually braids part of her hair as a charm of good luck.⌉

"A person needs only to say three words. By that point, you should already know what kind of being they are."

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§ Independent § Pragmatic § Sociopathic § Condescending §

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⌠How I live and act should be of minimal concern to you. Focus on fixing up your own excuse for a life before you pry into another's.⌡
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⌊Violet is a very... independent person. Though, realistically, she has no other choice. Due to her occupation and upbringing, finding a person who can be easily trusted is not a common occurrence. That being said, Violet is a person who is very skeptical to people she has minimal contact with and will generally communicate with them on a rare basis. Moving along, Violet is an independent person. Why send an incompetent person to do the job of a competent one? is a question which she will often ask. A reason she prefers solitary work is because it is much simpler to work on your own. If you work in a pair, you not only have to ensure the safety of yourself, but the person with you as well. That, in itself, puts the enemy at an advantage.

Violet's life is one of simplicity. Rather, she does what needs to be done without making an overly elaborate plan for it. The quicker and more precise a mission can be, the better. Of course, this does not limit to missions and assignments. Violet has a habit of eating only what is needed. That is to say, she eats as it is a necessary action to survive; not for food with a good taste and enjoying the food. She'll, despite numerous complaints, typically eat nothing but beans, rice and a random assortment of veggies, often not caring for how it tastes.

Furthermore, Violet can be very forthright at times. Often telling people exactly how she feels about them without holding back. At other times she will call people out for doing things that don't make sense to her and will be extremely miffed with sarcastic answers. Although, this sincerity has often gotten her into trouble with many people. As such, she has made a few unnecessary enemies along her travels. On the other hand, while she absolutes abhors receiving sarcastic remarks, she will dish them out with ferocity. Such condescending remarks and smart-aleck retorts are something that she cannot refrain from uttering.

If it hasn't already be noticed by this point, Violet is extremely sociopathic. Her attitude and interactions with others are generally a very negative meeting and she is, to put it simply, not a people person. Her mindset often conflicts with others, though it does not matter greatly to her. She will fight for what she believes in, but at the end of the day she feels like she can rely on only herself. ⌉

In the end, no one will remember Mozart or Beethoven or even Shakespeare, let alone one of us. What we do, what we say, what we like or don't like, no one will ever care about it in the future. So just keep playing along with your ignorant ideology and maybe you'll find some peace of mind.

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◊ Silence ◊ ↣ The absolute nothingness of pure silence can often feel more powerful than the loudest of noises.
◊ Books ◊ ↣ Violet is a fan of a good read. She, although will not admit it, favors genres in mystery and romance.
◊ Sleep ◊ ↣ Her ability is very strenuous on the mind. Rest is a key way of helping that.
◊ Overcast Weather ◊ ↣ Overcast weather just has that calming affect on Violet that other weather doesn't have. That and her jobs go smoother in more darker weathers.

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◆ Liars ◆ ↣ Although this is a contradiction of herself and her profession, she can never really condone the usage of needless lies. Lying for a profession is one thing, lying just because is another.
◆ Loud Places ◆ ↣ Loud places are filled with two many distractions.
◆ Interactions ◆ ↣ While she will interact with others as per her job, Violet absolutely abhors the idea of having to socialize.

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◊ Jumpy ◊ ↣ Even when off the clock, Violet tends to be very jumpy. When she is surprised, she will either activate her power or dive behind the nearest object.
◊ Sleep ◊ ↣ Due to the strain that her power exerts, Violet is often always asleep when off the clock.
◊ Sarcasm ◊ ↣ Whenever she hears a stupid or ignorant comment, she habitually and instinctively replies with a sarcastic remark.

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◆ Stealth ◆ ↣ As per her training and specialty, Violet is very adept at stealth maneuvers and espionage.
◆ Agility ◆ ↣ What she lacks in strength, she makes up for in agility and speed. Violet is a very seasoned runner and has plenty experience with parkour.
◆ Improvisation ◆ ↣ When the plan goes to hell, being able to make things up as you go is a skill that Violet is very proud of. Whether it be smoke-bombs made of sugar or a shiv made from the wood from a chair, such ingenuity can save lives.
◆ Stamina ◆ ↣ Being on the run has led Violet to grow a strong stamina. After all, the longer you can run, the longer you will live.

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◊ Strength ◊ ↣ Having focused her training on speed and stealth, Violet is extremely weak in a fight and will most likely lose.
◊ Allies ◊ ↣ Despite her brash and condescending attitude, Violet cares about her comrades in arms. If given the situation, she will unquestioningly give herself up in exchange for another.
◊ Seed ◊ ↣ This, in itself, is explanation enough. The more violet uses her power, the closer to death she becomes.
◊ Independent◊ ↣ Being used to working alone, Violet is anything but a team player. Stick her in a group where she can't freely do what she thinks is best and the group will begin to crumble.

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◆ Fallen Comrades ◆ ↣ In violet's life thus far, she has never lost a comrade in arms. She is inclined to do what is necessary to keep it that way.
◆ Capture ◆ ↣ Violet's biggest, and most unspoken, fear is being captured by the enemy. She's not sure if she'd be able to hold on for long.

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◊ Hero Complex ◊ ↣ Violet has a huge hero complex and often it nearly costs her life. If she ever sees someone who looks like they're in trouble, or in need of assistance, she will often charge in headfirst, despite her usual principles of stealth. At the end of the day, if she can say that she believes she changed the world for the better, she can be pleased with herself.

Take a look in front of you, do you see anyone? The answer should be yes. There is always someone in front of you, whether it be the places in which you look at or, more interestingly, the places that you truly see. Now, ask yourself, 'Do you truly know what it means to see?'

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↪Concealment↩

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⌠It's like I disappear from existence. As though I, one of the people of this world, simply just vanish. I still exist, I still feel, I still sense, I still connect with others things. However, I am just invisible to the naked eye.⌡
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⌊By absorbing the light, or lack thereof, rebounding off of the objects and beings around her and projecting it outwards from her body, Violet is able to essentially become invisible to the naked eye. The idea behind this is that, no matter where she is, what time of day, or what she is doing, she is unnoticeable to the average passerby.⌉

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⌠Absolute tiredness aside, just because you cannot be seen, doesn't mean you cannot be heard, touched, or smelt.⌡
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⌊Violet's ability, as useful as it may be, has some negative drawbacks when used. First of all, there is the issue of energy consumption. The longer she uses the ability, the more strain it puts on her mind. As such, when she is off the clock, she typically goes to have as much sleep as possible. Secondly, there's the shimmering factor. As we all know, light moves at unimaginable speeds, but there is still even the tiniest bit of lag-time between the source of the light and its destination. Due to this, Violet's ability is not an instant activation. It requires a few seconds before it can actually activate. Furthermore, when a person is moving, the light surrounding them changes. As such, the power must keep up with the movements of the person and the changes of light. This creates the shimmer factor. Since the power is attempting to keep up with the changes around it, one can notice a faint shimmer where Violet is. Much like how one sees a sort of shimmer outside when it is hot. Finally, just because Violet goes invisible, doesn't mean she cannot be touched, heard, or even smelt. Such precautions must be made to cover those areas.⌉

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↪Dual Katars↩
⌊As a part of the espionage division of the King's army, it is necessary for Violet to choose a weapon that can be easily accessible and portable. She chose the very intricate, yet medieval, weapon known as the katar. It is similar to that of a dagger, but one wields it by gripping the handle just underneath the blade. She has sheaths for these weapons strapped to her thighs in order for easy accessibility. While she has, and is capable of using, two katars, she prefers to only arm herself with the second when absolutely necessary. When not necessary, Violet wields just one with her right hand, keeping her left hand open in the case she needs to block with her right and strike with a punch from her left or if she needs to quickly pull out a smokescreen for a speedy escape. ⌉

What happened in my past cannot be changed; I've done many bad deeds and many good deeds. However, I regret none of my choices. What I did and didn't do in the past brought me to where I am today. To say I regret anything in the past is like saying I regret meeting all the people along the way.

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⌊Violet's life was never really one with many complications or problems, save for one. She was born into a simple, middle-class family so with that alone she was well off. Her father was a doctor and mother a nurse. As such, they were never home much. This in itself was never much of a problem as the girl was known to be self-reliant and independent. She never once questioned the idea of being alone; she thought of it as the norm.

However, around the time she was fifteen, Violet found herself wander towards the outskirts of town. Once again, she was on her own as her parents worked. A small expedition seemed like the least she could do with her spare time. The long cirri and and blades of grass grew to almost unbelievable sizes. It was there, in the midst of the glade, that she met someone who changed her perspective on life. Another girl, just a year younger than she, who went by the name Wynelle. Violet quickly grew attached to this new entity in her life -- a person whom she could confide and believe in -- who would soon become her best friend. Violet, despite being the one older in age, felt like Wynelle was an elder sister. A person whom she could respect and admire for her social aptitude and overall people skills, something that Violet lacked in.

A couple of years later, Violet's situation with her family never changed. However, she begun to feel as though the distanced relationship she felt between her parents and herself was unnatural. If she could be close with a person whom she knew for a few years, surely she should be closer with her parents whom she had known for the entirety of her life. Such feelings towards her parents never came to be. She had begun to feel as though her parents were simply her family in title only; no actual relation whatsoever. It was around that time that her friend's, Wynelle's, house had caught fire resulting in the death of her sister. Violet never really knew her friend's sister, but couldn't help but feel empathetic. Yet, despite those feelings, she could never gather up the courage to talk to Wynelle about it. She simply lacked the proper social conventions to do so, fearing that she might make a habituated sarcastic comment and end up losing the first and only friend she ever had. In retrospect, perhaps even that would have been better than not speaking at all.

A year after the incident, Wynelle left without so much as a word. It was as though she simply 'vanished'. At this time, Violet was eighteen. With the disappearance of the person who she felt closest too, Violet became recluse and locked herself up in her room. She had shut herself off from the world, trying to make herself vanish like the friend who had done likewise. However, a year later, some rumors had spread around the town of a young girl becoming a high ranking individual in the King's army. Of course, this could have been virtually anyone, but Violet figured that, even if it wasn't her friend, she would be able to find more information whilst in the army. Thus she left her home and, at nineteen years of age, joined the army under the espionage unit.

Through her training as a member of the espionage unit, she worked under her commander anmed Rainier He was, simply put, very intuitive. It was as though he could read people like a book; know exactly what they were thinking. She respected him for that. As her training waged on, she became one of the higher ranking spies in the army, going under the alias "Argo" which was Greek for "Swift". This was due to her being one of the most agile out of the entire unit. As she moved up the ranks, her jobs grew ever so increasingly morbid. She went from simple information gathering and info leaking to blackmail and even assassination. She long since lost her ability to smile, the weight of her tasks pushing her like extra forces of gravity.

A year later, Violet had begun her thoughts to leave the King's army. Through her missions, she had heard whispers of a group of people forming out in the weald. A group of people planning to overthrow the king. She figured that at one point or another, she would be assigned to take them out or something of the sort. She would wait until that time and then desert the kingdom, joining these insurgents. She didn't get too far before her commander, Rainier, had came to talk to her, confronting her about her plans. How he knew about what she was planning and with such accuracy, she may never know. Surprisingly, she was not sentenced to death for treason. Instead, the commander had sent her out into the weald to meet with the leader of the insurgents, known as The Outsiders. She was assigned to be a part of the group while still working in the Kingdom. A double-agent of sorts.

It is here where we find Violet, no, Argo's story at it's present. The story of one who just wished for her friend back.⌉

There... There are people in my past that made me who I am today. It is for them that I struggle to uphold what is right. It is for the sake of the people who helped me that I must fight for a better world.

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❖ Father ↔ Cassius↔ 48 ↔ Deceased❖
❖ Mother ↔ Sapphire ↔ 45 ↔ Deceased ❖
❖ Commander ↔ Rainier Abelard↔ 28 ↔ Active ❖
❖ Leader ↔ Odysseus Aurelius↔ 24 ↔ Active ❖
❖ Comrade ↔ Ariadnê Spyros↔ 20 ↔ Active ❖
❖ Comrade ↔ TheMute(Still needs to be decided on who)↔ AGE ↔ STATUS ❖
❖ Childhood Best Friend↔ Wynelle Argall ↔ 19 ↔ Unknown ❖

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Violet "Argo" Kodoku's Story

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⌠There is no room for me to fail.⌡
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The second group that advanced through the weald did so much more quietly, owing partly perhaps to the demeanors and skills of those that comprised it, but also to its much smaller size. Indeed, this group was nothing more in number than a man and a woman, the former having taken the front, and apparently going to pains to prevent any of the natural hazards of the forest from damaging his charge. He was careful to hold off thorny vines until after she had passed, using his superior height and familiarity with the trail inwards to put himself between she and the features of the environment that would otherwise have accosted her.

He did not, however, aid her any further than that. She walked by the strength of her own two feet, though that was by her disposition and not his. He would have offered to make it easier on her by carrying her the whole way himself, if he believed she would accept. But no, Sir Rainier knew the princess very well, and her refusal was obvious to him before the question was ever asked. He had to admit, he admired that about her—many in her position would have gladly taken advantage of all the things that came with their newfound station, but Corin had always been more modest than that. Sometimes frustratingly so, but he declined to tell her that.

After all, he’d already uprooted her entire life this morn, and he had no desire to make things any worse than they already were. But there it had been, that rogue thought in the King’s head—that those with the new Seeds must die. It was something he had acted upon immediately, enlisting Argo to see to the main group’s escape, considering how well-suited she was to it. Then, he had waited long enough for the news to break, and with the other knights, gone out in a search party, directing his eastward—a way he knew they had not gone. Those in his party were loyal to him first and foremost, and so when he told them to carry on the search without him, none had so much as batted an eyelash, and it was simple for him to avoid the notice of others as he doubled back into the palace.

He hadn’t been able to explain much to the princess, and he knew that she was taking much of this on faith, something that troubled him. Should she trust him so? She was his best friend, his oldest friend, but she was also the princess, and he a knight with a traitorous streak. There was so much he had not told her, for her own safety even more than his. That he would do it all again the same way did little to quell his unease.

Still, they were in the forest now, and he sensed no other minds nearby, only the faintest brush of animal consciousness, content to leave them be if they would do the same. Perhaps there was yet time to rectify some of his error. “Highness,” he started, his voice contrite. He only ever called her that when he felt he had erred, or was uncomfortable, or formality was necessary for some other reason. She was never just a princess to him, after all. “I feel I should apologize. I have told you very little of why we must do this, and I fear it is not happy knowledge. There are those who can tell the most of it better than I, but… I feel I owe it to you to try myself anyway.”

Rainier glanced back over his shoulder, a slightly-wry smile just barely touching his lips. “Is there somewhere you would like me to start?” He didn’t need to imagine her thoughts right now—he could perceive every one of them with all the clarity of daylight. He had not felt such regret in a long time as he did now—that she had been drawn into this shadowed corner of his world, she who was far too innocent to deserve any such thing.

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⌠Rescue or no rescue, I don't do cages.⌡
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Felix was hardly the type to trudge, but then he supposed the same could not be said for everyone. He carried himself through the forest with a sort of cervine grace, picking his way over and around obstacles rather than trying to move them aside. Of course, this was hardly any assistance to the people behind him, but he had to admit he wasn’t really thinking about them overmuch at the moment. An unforgiveable breach of courtesy, on most occasions, but he figured if anything gave a person a free pass, it was the events of roughly the last three days.

It had all started with the marks on his skin. Being from a military family, he recognized what he saw, he just didn’t understand it. He had ingested no Seed, and would certainly never volunteer for such an ignominious fate. For a darkly-tilting, paranoid moment, he imagined that someone must have slipped him one somehow, but soon discarded the notion as impossible. He was very good at what he did, and part of that involved sleeping lightly and being very careful about the sorts of things one eats and drinks. His skepticism had lasted as long as it took the blue-purple flower to take faint form on his chest, and then he’d almost begun to panic.

He’d told no one, but somehow they’d found him out anyway, or else they’d found out about his other secret, and either way, he’d found himself soon imprisoned within the castle. Protestations, delivered flawlessly in-character, had gotten him nowhere, not even when he threw his (rather weighty) surname and lineage into the equation. Well, he’d met very few things in life that didn’t bend for the Brandt name. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or impressed, so naturally he’d settled on cynical. Call it a coping mechanism.

And now here he was, but a day later, traipsing through the Thorn Forest at the behest of some diminutive double-agent, or whatever she must be to have palace access and also want to prevent whatever was planned from happening to them. Or perhaps it was all part of the same ploy, though if so, he would have to tip his hat to the planner, because he could make neither heads nor tails of it. Grimacing at a hanging vine that dared to try and entangle his hair—and that had been an exercise to try explaining to his mother—he continued forward, for once bereft of his usual smart mouth.

It returned, however, when the little agent went so far as to inform him what he may do if he so desired. Like reflex, an eyebrow ascended his forehead, and he blinked behind his sunglasses, proving quite useful now in the glare of morning sun. Raising his hand, as one about to ask a question in a classroom, he didn’t actually wait for permission to speak. “Not to seem ungrateful for the… assistance, Miss Argo, but I do have a question. Can I leave, if I wish?” he used the same phrasing as she had quite on purpose, though the emphasis to it was only slight, his tone one of polite inquiry, though that was hardly the motive behind it.

He figured, of course, that the answer was no, but he was, in certain circumstances, far too snide a bastard to let it go unremarked upon that for all their wishes, they were no less prisoners here than they had been a few minutes ago, it would seem.

Captivity didn’t agree with him.

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The area to which Argo had led the strangers was, in fact, more than its location in the forest would cause one to believe. Though they were currently halted in a clearing, not too far beyond it was something considerably different from that. It was actually a small village of sorts, protected by the weald itself as well as the man who led it, and those who followed him. The first of those followers, though perhaps neither of them would describe her as such, was currently down by the river that ran to the west of the settlement, curling her bare toes into the silt of the riverbed, soft and smooth and thick against her skin. Crouching, she filled first one of the wooden buckets she carried, and then the other, attaching them to either end of a long pole, which she then set over her shoulders and stood with, her balance apparently effortless.

It was on the way back that she felt the subtle shift in the life-force of the forest that tipped her off to the fact that something had changed. Her eyebrows drew together in a faint furrow over ruby-colored eyes, and she pursed her lips just faintly, taking a detour from her planned trek to drop the water off at a closer location and then head, not towards the disturbance, but rather in the opposite direction.

It had been remarked before that Aurel was, when he so wished to be, a very difficult person to find. Aria had never encountered such difficulty, though it was hard to explain why not. It was as though she simply knew where he was at any given time, the same way she knew where the parts of her own body were—it didn’t stick out at her unless she thought about it, but the knowledge was always there anyway. So she knew that he would be, presently, on the roof of his library, and it was indeed there that she found him, for once bereft of his foxlike mask.

Her feet made no noise over the roof as she padded over to him, but their awareness of one another’s presence tended to work both ways—she had no doubt he knew she was there. When she reached him, she crouched again, hugging her knees to her chest with one arm, and then reached down with the other, the very tip of her index finger meeting the end of his nose with a gossamer touch. It was something she did habitually, almost, a gesture familiar from the oldest days of their acquaintance, when both of them were much different.

For a few breaths, she was silent. Then: “Something new has arrived with the sun this morning. The east clearing, I think.”

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#2015-03-11 01:20:28, as written by Arrow-

Luxia truly had no clue as to what was going on. Of course, as a woman of high intellect, she could piece it together quite well, but no matter how hard she tried, there was still ever-growing gaps in the information. She assumed it began with the growth of the thorny tattoo-like scars that had began growing on her body as of late. Luxia remembered being out in the rain one night, enjoying the mist that the sky had so beautifully cast down on them, and the next morning waking in pain. When she had looked in the mirror she had instantly noticed what was wrong. Spiralling out from the spot in which her heart rested, were the thorny marks. They slowly grew, and over a few days they had swirled down her abdomen and began to just kiss the fair skin of her shoulders. Luckily, she had been able to keep them well covered, but she supposed not well enough.

As though it was a normal day, she had been brought to the palace, but this time it was not for her tantalizing dancing and mellifluous voice. No, this instead was for another reason unbeknownst to her. She hadn't been the only one taken though, in the room she had been sent, she had seen another woman and three males, one of which she recognized well. Luxia hadn’t the opportunity to talk to them, as the commotion kept her quietly observing in the background, trying to sort what was happening. This was until a woman with light lilac coloured hair decided to so eloquently initiate their liberation from the castle.

At first, with not much to go on, Luxia hadn’t known whether to trust the woman and follow her out, but one faced with impending doom and death usually flees as soon as possible. She had followed behind the group quickly, yet silently, and she wasn't sure if any of them really noticed her as she trapezed over branches and vines.

Now, they had finally reached their destination, that seemed like just a normal clearing, but she was sure that wasn’t all, otherwise they wouldn’t be stopping there. She watched as Felix, her friend who had yet to notice her, waltzed right up to the woman now known as “Argo” and began his usual sarcastic banter, and while others may find it quite obnoxious, she was used to his attitude. She padded up behind him, quiet as always, waiting for the woman's response. Luxia herself had question to be asked, but she would wait.

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#2015-03-11 04:37:23, as written by moahi

Finnian but his lip as they raced through the vines as fast as they could. Honestly, he thought they wouldn't make a few paces away from the castle before they were caught, but this escape went better than expected, even if they had to run through a forest of thorny vines. He already considered the worst case before he decided to make his escape, but with the veins over his body and the pain clutching at his hear,t he felt that he didn't have too much of a fair choice. He frowned as one cut his sleeve, looking at the rip in fabric with dismay. It was a while before he even went out of his bedroom, let along race against their possible capture. He felt like he was more clumsy than ever, trudging through the thorns and vines.

He gasped when he felt his breathing grow shallow, his lungs trying their best to take in as much oxygen as possible, almost giving way under the strain of running. His health had never been too good, but this time it felt worse now that he was pushing himself to go faster all the time. How long has it been since he was allowed outside? The last time ended up making him a freak, with his left eye changing and reading others as easily as a book. Odd markings began to form of his skin, and his family thought it was an aftermath of the illness, until it got worse. Then, when the flower started forming slowly on his skin, the guards came to find him. Perhaps the outside world was really a dangerous place, like what his parents always said. He should never have ventured out of his own small universe, the one made out of fantasy and fairy tales, where he felt secure.Tearing away from his thoughts, he focused his gaze on the girl with purple hair, the one that helped them escape the castle. Even without his other eye, he could tell she was experienced in going through the woods. Her feet hardly made a sound unlike his, and he was sure that she was purposely slowing down just for them to catch up.

Thankfully, they reached the clearing just before his breathing gave out and he collapsed on the ground immediately, hissing out in pain. A bruise was already forming on his knee, showing clearly against the pale skin. He propped himself up into a sitting position, pulling on his pants to cover his wound when the girl finally spoke. "We still have to wait for another group of people to arrive, so for the time being you are allowed to go about doing your own thing. Though, I don't recommend wandering off. If you get lost, which you will, I am not coming to find you. Furthermore, if you try to harm myself or anyone else here I will personally end the problem."

Her instructions weren't so hard to follow then. He was hardly going to go anywhere in his state, neither would he even try to harm them. As for inquiring her, he was used to trusting people to make the right decisions, and the girl is definitely more capable than him. His hand moved to the back of his neck, running his fingers along the protruding veins. His fingers felt the stings holding his eyepatch in place, then stopped. It wasn't the best of times to reveal what his odd looking eye the others. They don't even know each other that well, let alone start sharing secrets immediately. With that thought in mind, his hand dropped beside him again while he concentrated on getting his breathing back to normal. His body was really causing him quite a lot of problems, and it was probably only going to get worse from here on. The man with blue hair was the first of them to ask a question, though his was spoken with a snide tone. His wish to leave is probably not one of the wisest decisions in this situation. But again, he couldn't blame him for wanting to be free.

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#2015-03-13 00:21:12, as written by Sigma

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Argo lifted her head slightly as the sound of rustling grass could be heard getting closer. Laying eyes at one of her wards approaching, the first thing she noted was his vaguely pale green hair. Squinting her eyes, she noticed that the male's hair was actually reflecting the pigment of the greenery around them, quite peculiar.

“Not to seem ungrateful for the… assistance, Miss Argo, but I do have a question. Can I leave, if I wish?”

The question itself was voiced in a rather polite and mannerly fashion, but one could tell by the, rather accentuated emphasis of certain words, that this was no more than average sarcasm. Argo couldn't help but think, He's patronizing me, isn't he? The nerve of some people. Pushing herself back to a standing position and brushing stray blades of grass off of her clothes, she took a step closer to the person in question and stared him in the eyes. Well, at the very least she stared at the tinted shades that covered his eyes. She looked him over, summing up his characteristics. Quite a shame that he was such a snide person, considering that he definitely seemed like the definitive lady killer.

"I apologize. I did not take into account that a person I was escorting would be unable to comprehend my words. You did catch the part about me recommending you stay in this general vicinity, yes? That being said, by all means, if that is what you wish, you may leave." She stated coldly, proceeding to partially unsheathe one of her katars, "That being said, if I decide that you leaving will compromise the task I am assigned to, I will take drastic measures to put an end to such possibilities. While I am to bring you to the rendezvous point alive and well, nothing was stated in my task briefing that prohibited me from causing you bodily harm, so long as you are living."

Argo raised her voice a little with the last few statements, hoping to catch the ears of all four of her wards. The idea behind this was intimidation, a tactic that would be more effective had she not been half a foot shorter than the person whom she was primarily addressing. Of course, it was meant to be nothing more than intimidation. If she could avoid it, Argo would rather keep the bloodshed to a minimum. She couldn't help but pray that this male didn't challenge her bluff, otherwise she'd really have to do something. "I trust that answered your inquiry, Mister Svoloch?" She said in a mocking tone, taking the male's sunglasses revealing another peculiar set of color, the ranging depths of blue in his eyes.

She put the sunglasses on herself, enjoying the sudden shift from bright light to a darker, cooler shade. She brushed passed the male whom she had just previously spoke with, moving towards the girl who had been patiently waiting behind him. Before addressing the girl, Argo noticed the other two just a ways away, one appearing exhausted on the ground while the other seemed to be making an attempt at helping them. "Oi, futari tomo! Please refrain from planning a tryst, yeah?" She called out to them, "There aren't any romantic spots out here in the weald, I can promise you that! At least wait until the leader gets here to bring us to the village!"

Turning back to the other girl with a shrug, Argo let out a small sigh. "So, what about you?" She asked quickly, "You look like you have a question. What is it?"

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#2015-03-13 03:21:05, as written by Arrow-

Luxia watched quietly as Argo treated Felix rather harshly, though the man could certainly handle himself in these situations, so she needn't worry too much. Felix' attitude also certainly asked for these kinds of responses when he treated others with sarcasm, but he rarely got them, most girls would giggle and swoon. This is why her and Felix were very best friends. Ever since she had moved into the kingdom, they had easily acquired a friendship. He needed someone who wouldn't fall for his flirtatious ways, someone whom he may confide in about anything and know they wouldn't spill a word, someone who was intelligent enough to banter with him. Luxia was just that person, and in turn, he made her laugh like no other could. He was quite charming that way, but alas, he was also a major ass as well. She liked him anyways.

When Argo took his glasses, she bit the inside of her cheeks, hoping that her friend would not lose his cool. The lilac haired girl then walked past him and towards her, stopping to bark out at the other two in the group before returning her attention to Luxia. "So, what about you? You look like you have a question. What is it?" The woman asked. Luxia refrained from sighing. She understood that the woman was in the spot of authority here, and Luxia was willing to submit to that. There truly was no need to act so irate to a person who had done seemingly nothing to her and was complying by her rules.

"I was just wondering if you could explain to us exactly why we are here ma'am? I am thankful for being relieved of my death sentence, but I would like incite as to what these markings on my body mean, and also I would assume you affiliate yourself with a group. Who would they be?" Luxia spoke softly and calmly, much unlike her male counterpart who was still behind Argo. For a moment, Luxia wondered if she was asking for too much information, but then again, the woman said she would inform them of anything she wanted according to their situation. Plus, a part of her thought she had the right to know why she had been tossed into this fumbling situation.

Luxia's life before this had been pleasant. Maybe it wasn't the most exciting, other than her performances of course, but at least it had been comfortable. She had loved strolling about with Felix and laughing with him, spending time in the libraries with other friends, and practicing her art. Within a few short hours though, everything had been flipped in not only her life, but three others as well. The intellectual side of Luxia was now aching for the knowledge of the unknown.

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#2015-03-13 04:07:48, as written by Verdandi

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Rainier was silent for a few minutes after the request, though Corin would be able to tell from the way his face assumed a vaguely-thoughtful expression that he did intend to answer. He gave no protest when she drew as level with him as she could—though no matter what either of them did, he would always be an exceptionally-tall person, and so in that sense at least there was little for it. But though he did in the literal sense have to look down to see her, he didn’t in the figurative sense. They were actually very much the same, in some ways, though he chose not to linger on it.

“The rain…” he murmured. That was indeed Téo’s best guess—that the rain had delivered unto those five people their new burdens. He didn’t truly understand why, and perhaps, were there an opportunity when he returned, he would have to make inquiries of a very unique sort. But that was not something to think about now. His first priority had to be seeing Corin and the others to safety. Whatever the reason, he knew it had to be important. It had to matter.

“What you have… the reason for the changes you’ve noticed. It is a Seed.” He paused, filtering through the information he had at his disposal. The others had thought a great deal about what had been happening to them, not that he could blame them. He knew that at least most of them could already see the outline, however faint, of a flower. A process that usually took a much longer period of time. “But it is not like other Seeds. Already, it… it has too much hold, and you are not the only one with this problem.” He sighed, so soft it might be mistaken for an ordinary breath, out his nose, pushing aside another hanging vine with a gentle hand.

“There are four others. You know that Seeds are not freely given to those outside the army, and so when four civilians began exhibiting symptoms… Helios had them arrested and imprisoned within the castle.” Two of those people, he knew, one somewhat better than the other, but nonetheless, he was aware that it was a substantial risk to imprison at least the Brandt heir. That was a powerful family, after all, and even the king required the support of his nobility, at least to an extent. It was part of the reason why Helios’s resolution had surprised him. But… the king was not always a predictable man, even for Rainier, and that meant he had to take every potential threat seriously. Better to be too careful than not careful enough.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced over to Corin, meeting her bright eyes with his own hazel ones. He wasn’t sure how one could say this gently, if there was any way at all to make it less horrifying than it really was. But he tried. “The king, he… he decided that he would have them executed. I do not know if that decision was also to apply to you. I sincerely hope that it was not. But I could not ask, and there was no other way to be certain. Had I the time, I would have told you everything before we left. If you yet wish to return, if you believe he will not harm you, then I promise I will see you safely back, but.” There was another long pause, and Rainier’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust the king that much, but he didn’t want to influence Corin’s judgement unduly. She knew and understood a different facet of Helios than Rainier did.

“I could not risk your life, not on such uncertain ground.” He stopped, turning to face her fully. It was not his place to make important decisions about the course of her very life. It was, however, his place to do everything possible to make sure she got to make those choices. “Nor can I promise that what follows will be easy, or enjoyable. If you wish to turn back, I can make it seem that you never left at all. But I do not know what would become of you. Even if the king….” He shook his head. “Seeds are dangerous enough as they are. The people I’m taking you to know a great deal about them. I hope it is enough.” That was a great deal more than he usually said at once, but he wanted her to understand just how fraught this choice was that she was making. It was not an easy situation, and he deeply regretted that she and not someone else had been placed in it. That the five of them had. He would not wish this upon anyone he knew.

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Felix held perfectly still when the little agent removed his sunglasses, partially, he had to admit, out of some surprise that anyone would dare invade his personal space in such a way without his permission. Oh, he was a tactile man, to be sure, but generally speaking, people didn’t initiate contact with him, it was the other way around. He suppressed a small flare of irritation, the emotion not even making it close to his expression, and instead smiled at the young woman wearing his sunglasses. “Fetching,” he offered, reaching out with an index finger to push the glasses the rest of the way up the bridge of her nose. They were bound to slip, being made for his face specifically. He wore the most benign of smiles, mild enough to be downright suspicious, actually, and shrugged.

“So, I’m free to go, but only under threat of grievous bodily harm? Well, I do love a little risk every now and then.” And then, of course, he had the audacity to wink, and tousle Argo’s hair with a gloved hand, false smile firmly in place. He withdrew far too quickly for her to actually make good on the threat intended by the half-drawn knife, however, surprisingly agile and sure on his feet for a fellow of his sartorial sensibilities.

In truth, however, he was also a little curious. Luxie had about the right of it with her questions, and he, despite all appearances to the contrary, preferred to act with all the information in-hand. He had little doubt in his ability to navigate this forest back to the city, and even less about his ability to disappear beneath the radar when he got there, but it was not a particularly appealing option, and he might as well see what all this ruckus and fanfare was about first.

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Aurel couldn't rest or more like something was preventing him from resting. It was only moments ago that Aurel was enveloped in silence, than the peace was quickly invaded by noise. Not noise one could hear with their ears or see with their eyes. No. It was the one you could feel with your gut, an impending noise that if not contained it cold cause much havoc. Maybe it was this that was causing him such disarray, such uneasiness in his mind.

A soft touch, almost like a feather, landed on his nose. In reaction he quickly twitched his noise and he heard a soft laughter. Slowly opening his eyes, Aurel locked his eyes with Aria’s own red orbs. His sharp gaze stared at hers for what seemed forever, but was only a few seconds. He quietly listened to his friend's voice, ”You are right Aria. Something is here. And just not in the clearing, but throughout the forest.” Reaching for his mask, Aurel put it back on. Silence once again returned until he spoke up, yet this time one could no longer see his expressions as the mask restricted their visibility.

He stood up and stared out toward the east, “But….someone has passed my illusions.” Aurel could feel Aria’s gaze on him and he turned to her, his expression soft behind the mask. ”Do not worry, it is just Argo and Rain.”

Aurel spoke cheerfully, though he had left out the small detail that they weren't alone. Though he knew Aria must have felt this as well, so he said nothing. Walking to the edge of the rooftop he swiftly jumped down onto a nearby branch. Once balanced he than preceded to the next and to the next until he had finally reached the bottom. He didn’t even have to glance behind him to see if Aria was there, as he could feel her soft footsteps following him with great ease.

About to exit the village, he paused at the sound of extra movement behind them, “What is wrong?” He saw that some of the villagers stood behind Aria and Aurel with grimaces on their faces. One of them spoke, a tall muscular man by the name of Decim, “Aurel! Why are you leaving the village?! Is something the matter?”

Aurel stared at them for a while before speaking in a calming voice, “Well…it seems Argo has brought back some new friends. So I was- “ Before he could finish Decim interrupted, “If it is new refugees why hasn’t she brought them here? Why has she kept them out of the village, if they are allies?!”

At this question Aurel looked straight at Decim, ”Do you…not believe in Argo or I?” At these words everyone froze saying nothing. A different kind of silence surrounded the area and everyone could feel it.

Quickly Aurel lightened the mood making everything seem as if it had only been a minor issue, “Well! Why don’t you come with us Decim? I would like for you to see our guest, and maybe if they see you they won’t be so uneasy."

Decim could sense the hint of teasing in Aurel’s tone but he only let out a simple sigh, “Of course. If you want me to than I will happily come, Aurel.” With those words Aurel, Aria, and Decim exited the village.

Arriving at the clearing Aurel spotted only one familiar face, which was Argo, quietly walking up to her he noticed that the others had their eyes on him. He lifted a finger to indicate them to stay silent. Standing behind Argo he spoke to her, “Argo you weren't being mean to our guest were you?” He said this in a playful tone as he knew Argo was not one to play around. She was a woman who got the job done without any unneeded attachments. So if that meant the people who she helps doesn’t like her, oh well.

Aurel was now crisscrossed on the ground examining the four new intruders. Was that a harsh word? Well, that was what Aurel thought of them, and he was doubtful he wold change it anytime soon. “Well isn’t this a surprise. When you told me you had some new faces…I didn’t expect them to look so…interseting.” He couldn't help but let out a light laugh at the expressions of the four. But than he stopped and looked at them. The air turning sort of serious.

“Well, to be honest I don’t quite understand all this either. All I know is what Rain has given me. He told me that five people need my help. But…” Glancing around Aurel surveyed the surrounding area, “It seems neither he nor our fifth guest has arrived. Oh well…I guess I can introduce myself in the meantime.”

He stood up with ease and bowed at the four, “Hello, it is nice to meet everyone. My name is Odysseus Aurelius, but you can call me Aurel.” Pointing his finger behind him he introduced the others, ”The one with the doubtful expression is Decim, Decim Titian. And the other one is Ariadnê Spyros, but we all call her Aria. And it seems you already meet Argo.”

He glanced over at Argo, than back at the guest, ”It seems you have a lot of questions and not a lot of information, though until a certain person arrives I can’t tell you much.” He said this in apologetic tone. Suddenly he heard the crunching of twigs and maybe Decim heard it as well as he stood in attention with his weapon readied. Though he slowly lessened his grip once he saw who it was. You could see Aurel's mannerism change, happily welcoming the visitor, “You’re finally here Rain! I was wondering how long you were going to be.” Seating himself back down, Aurel let the side of his face lean on his fist. He waited patiently for Rain to draw closer so he could explain all the commotion.

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Four others. Corin's sense of confusion only grew for this statement. It was enough to have been left in the dark on the subject of the seeds, there hadn't been much time after all, but the existence of four others? Where in the castle had they been kept? Some part of Corin must have realized that other people had been affected as well, had begun to see the outline of a flower over their heart, but perhaps her mind had wandered from this fact. A strong need to meet these other four develops as a matter of course. She can figure out why she had been kept in a different room than the other four, given her position, but still is lacking her preferred state of clarity on the matter as a whole.

This, however, is not the most important thing to be dropped upon her. Father was going to kill me? There must be a misunderstanding, Certainly, King Helios is not always the most open of men, and it is difficult to read him at the best of times, but Corin has always been quite decided on the fact that he is a good man. He took her in off the streets, after all, gave her the means to become literate and well-informed. This is the man to whom she has grown up owing her debt to, striving to please and prove herself to. Rainier is her closest friend, but Helios has always been a sort of higher power to the young woman who calls him father. In another situation, this news would be enough to stop the girl in her tracks. However, she merely hesitates briefly and continues walking.

The girl hardly processes what Rainier says following his reveal of the king's orders, for her mind has become so dominated by this news. She had partially expected that her leaving the castle had been the bidding of the king to some degree, the steps of one of his strange schemes; after all, Rainier is his spymaster and one of his highest ranking knights. His loyalty, one would expect, must lie with the king. Yet he goes against his king. Corin does not want to accept this as true, but her will to survive has always been incredibly strong. She wishes it were merely her trust in Rainier that pushes her to the decision to seek out these strangers, but it is also the fear of the chance of dying. She'd rather take the risk of upsetting the king, her father, than that of being executed at his hand.

The young woman remains silent for a long while, the pair returning to the music of crunching leaves and the occasional twitter of birds. Her eyes flicker up towards his profile. It is indeed up that she has to look, for Rainier towers over her by an even foot. She has spent a good portion of her life looking up to this man, who fills her dream position as a knight, a servant of the kingdom. Her arm stretches out to briefly place her hand on his shoulder, feather light as she does not place any weight upon the hand.

"So it goes, then," this is really all that needs saying for her decision to be clear, something Rainier would know even if he hadn't likely been listening to the conflict within her mind for the past several minutes. Corin smiles very slightly, but it is the smile one gives when offering comfort, perhaps blended with her court smile. It lacks the usual sincerity of smiles shown to Rainier, but for good reason.

It vanishes as they come upon a group of people in a more open area. To Corin's surprise, there are people here she recognizes: Luxia being the first to catch her eye. There are also people from the court, however, such as the Brandt heir, a notorious flirt, and Violet Kodoku, who she knew as a member of the king's army. Very curious, however, is one person she does not know. Given his mask however, the peculiar thing about him, she wouldn't be aware even if he were someone she had already become acquainted with. It becomes quickly clear that he is friends with Rain, leading her to wonder what else Rain has never told her about himself.

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#2015-03-14 01:09:06, as written by phnx

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The Sun had not yet risen when Acantha woke, a sharp ache pulsed through her entire body instantly rousing the young woman. Softly sighing she rubbed her temples. The nightmares had gotten better but once in a while she's still wake up covered in cold sweat with strange kind of pain making her chest throb. Going back to sleep was out of question, these night horrors would often leave Acantha feeling paranoid. She just couldn't escape the feeling that once she closed her eyes she would be back in that room, that her escape had been nothing but a hallucination.

Having regained her composure Acantha left the bed, she was an early riser anyway. The village was still asleep so she quietly made her way to the river. Acantha's special spot was a secluded area on the riverbank. It was a perfect oasis of calmness and tranquillity, the only thing disrupting the otherwise silent scope had been the gentle murmuring of the river.

The Sun was slowly rising, its light passing through the thick forest of thrones. Acanthe relished the feeling of sunlight, the rays were dancing across the woman't pale skin, heating it with their warm glow. A small smile formed on Acantha's lips she found it funny that a simple mundane things like sunlight or birds chirping could fill her soul with more joy than she's felt in years. Beneath her distant façade she was still that simple little girl who wanted nothing more than to be happy.

With the day starting and herself now completely calm Acantha returned to the village. She was surprises to a group people collected around something or someone, Acantha wasn't sure what as the growing crowd was blocking her view. Dark thought immediately crossed her mind, what if the king's guard had broken the barrier and found them?

Wanting to know just what was going on Acantha pulled on one of the bystander's sleeve. The only indication of a question was the worried look in her eyes and a nod of her head towards the crowd but the man understood her intentions. Their interaction had been done without a spoken word as the other simply pointed toward the people who were slowly being surrounded by the crowd.

She could now see Odysseus and Aria, they seemed to be leaving the village. The words coming from both Decim's and Auriel's mouths escaped her hearing but she could sense that Decim was worried about something. Watching the duo turned trio leave the village and the crowd clearing Acantha wondered what the ruckus had been about. Maybe we're having visitors? The prospect of being confronted with new people was a bit terrifying as well as exciting for Acantha. Having decided not to dwell about visitors who may not even be coming, Acantha occupied herself with work at the village. The thoughts of just who might be coming still ended up occupying her mind but it seemed like Acantha would just have to wait and see.

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Aurel was at a loss for words, which, if you knew Aurel, that rarely occurred. He always had an idea or something to comment on, but this time he was clueless, or maybe a better word would be cautious.

He silently gazed at the people who Rain stated held Original seeds. Such a rare thing, and if true it could only come from no other than it. Aurel felt the eyes of the strangers bouncing back and forth from him to Rain, trying to understand all this vague information.

Standing up Aurel faced Rain, his usual happy demeanor overlapped by a very serious air, "The Tree..." He didn't even have to wait for a reply as all his questions were answered by Rain's stone cold expression. Aurel turned to face Aria who looked just as worried as him, if one could see his face.

A small sigh escaped from behind his mask. One could feel how heavy it was, as if a huge burden had just landed on the man's shoulders. It could be interpreted for the fact he had just gained new people to take care of, but that wasn't it. No, what worried him wasn't them. It whats inside of them, its because they have Original seeds, and that in itself is a huge deal.

The man seemed to be pondering very deeply about the whole matter, "Rain..." Aurel's voice still remained in its unusual serious tone, which commanded the attention of everyone, "You know I trust your decisions...but..." He stared at the five one by one, "Originals...and on top of that they are wanted by the King..."

Aurel knew Rain would have never came to him if it wasn't extremely important. So all he could do was hear him out on this. He would never bring them here if he didn't believe they would be safe, "Okay Rain... They can stay with us."

At hearing this Decim spoke out, "What?! Aurel, you can't be serious?!" Aurel tilted his head, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Decim hit his palm against his forehead, "Didn't you just hear what that man just said?! You even said it! The KING is after them! The King! And lets not leave out yet another important fact. If the citizens learn who she is, they would definitely not approve."

He didn't even try to hide who he was talking about as he stared dead at the girl beside Rain, "Isn't she the King's daughter?!" Decim had only vaguely worked inside the Palace near the King, though he had seen her only a few times he had come to know who she was by the gossiping inside the Palace walls.

Aurel nodded slowly, "Hmmm, you are right. I guess we are gonna have to make sure no one figures it out. Right?" Aurel was staring Decim straight in the face, and this made Decim avoid the masked man, "Right...Aurel." You could only guess that Aurel was smiling brightly behind his mask.

Finally having the situation settled, sort of, the masked man nodded at everyone, "Now that everything is settled. You five are now under the protection of the people of Ankáthia, or what the people of the Kingdom call us, The Outsiders. I hope you five can come to trust us, even if it is only a little."

Pausing he looked up at the sun for a moment, "We must get going before darkness hits, and since we have five travels unfamiliar with the terrain, it might take us a little longer to reach the village."

Aurel let out a light laugh, "But do not worry I will teach you five how to maneuver through the forest later, also since I now understand the situation and it seems some of you want answers as soon as possible, once we get you all situated I will answer all your questions."

Believing he had said everything on his mind he started walking off but than suddenly stopped, "Oh! And don't lag too far behind me, because if you do, the forest will eat you." As Aurel said this the forest around them started to slowly grow closer towards them, and the clearing they were once in little by little began to disappear. The small rays of light that provided them with warmth and everything else was disbursing as if it was only an illusion. Without waiting for an answer he continued to walk.

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Argo quite nearly begun swinging her katars around when the male she had previously conversed with pushed up on the glasses perched upon her nose and proceeded to ruffle her hair. Luckily for him, unluckily for her, he was somewhat faster than she initially expected. Nothing she couldn't handle, she was sure, but this was not a time for bickering. She slowly eased her grip on the handle of her katar and took a deep breath to calm herself down for it was the turn of the girl to ask a question now. Svoloch! Mukatsuku! How about I throw your stupid glasses into the woods so you can go fetch that! She thought to herself, as she faced the girl.

"I was just wondering if you could explain to us exactly why we are here ma'am? I am thankful for being relieved of my death sentence, but I would like incite as to what these markings on my body mean, and also I would assume you affiliate yourself with a group. Who would they be?"

Violet had expected at least one of them to ask such questions. Given their current situation, the markings on the body, them being wanted, the sudden prison escape, it was only natural for them to be curious and wanting to know more about what was going on. "Ah, ah. Straight to the point? You don't waste any time, do you?" Argo answered with a nod, "For the first question... You're here because, well, I'm not sure how to answer that one. I'll let the Commander or the Leader fill you in on that once they arrive. I'm sure they'll touch upon that info. Same goes for the markings on the body, I think they'll get to that. And yes, I am part of an organization. While we ourselves go by a different name, the people of the Kingdom, that is you, most likely know us as 'The Outsiders'"

Almost immediately after she was done talking, Violet had heard sounds of approaching footsteps coming from beyond the clearing. As a reflex, she dropped to a knee and drew a katar, preparing herself to make a dash at the enemy. She relaxed as soon as she saw a familiar masked face appear at the edge of the clearing, putting her katar back in its sheathe.

“Argo you weren't being mean to our guest were you?”

Argo sighed and replied simply with a shake of the head. Which, in her mind, was not a lie, though it may have seemed that way to others. And soon enough, the final members of the operation had arrived on the scene, Rainier and the Princess. While she did hope to give her debriefing right now and go back home to rest, Violet knew this was not a good time. Rainier acknowledged the presence of everyone else in the clearing, but immediately went to Odysseus, the stone cold expression was one she wished she could not read. She tried not to listen in on the conversation happening, but she caught two words and her expression went from stoic to menacing. The Tree... She looked at the four people she was entrusted with escorting and if she was interpreting those few words correctly, the stakes couldn't be any higher.

Decim's words, as though the idea of volume didn't exist to him, echoed throughout the clearing. His obvious reluctance towards the situation, his obvious objection towards involving the people of the village. It was a pointless argument at best, but... Violet couldn't help agreeing with the man for once. Is the risk worth the reward here? Is the trade-off worth it? I'll have to confirm my task with Rainier or Odysseus later. She thought to herself, rubbing a gloved finger on her temple.

As the group set out to the village, Argo allowed herself to stray to the back of the group. This allowed her to keep watch for the rest of them, make sure no one got separated , as well as give her some time to think about what comes next. Chyort! I didn't enlist to do this kinds of stuff. Damn it...

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