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Suitors Lament

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a part of Suitors Lament, by Jadebud98.

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Logan Hart [7] There's a lot of problems with this situation, isn't there?
Inanna "Ilia" Merinth [7] "Is an annoyance all I can ever hope to be? I didn't choose to be lonely, but I'm beginning to feel like there's no other option for me... I'm so hopeless."
Roscoe White [5] "My heart is a jawbreaker. It can't be broken!"
Zyta [4] I'm the queen. Help me.
Nuriel [3] "There is no hope for this world or any other."
Savino Morgan [2] "None of you are worth my time."
Clarence [0] "Your cards aren't looking too good, are they?"
Lance Apostal [0] I guess you could say I'm a Jack of all trades.

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Logan watched the clouds as he rode in the backseat of his parents car. His hands sliding on the smooth leather of the seat though he hated the fact it was taken from animals-apparently he had double standards. Eventually, the car made a stop in front of a grand Victorian mansion. He stepped out of the car, as his parents took out his luggage while smiling brightly. He couldn't help but wonder why they would bring him here, he knew his parents loved him-well, he wasn't too sure about that but that's besides the point-but he couldn't wrap his finger around why they would give him freedom from practicing to live in a mansion with other people his age. His mother and father handed him his luggage, giving their goodbyes, "We'll miss you so much, remember to continue your practices," they said as they left him alone.

He walked closer to the scarlet house, the gravel crunching at his feet. He turned the ornate knob of the door and stepped in, the hardwood floor of the house creaking at almost every step he made. Sighing, he sat down on the couch, it was apparent he was the first one there. Restless, he decided to get back up and choose a room, opening a door to one where the walls were painted ebony black and an ivory white bed was set against one of the walls, a bookcase set on the adjacent wall, and a desk with a chair on the opposite side. It was apparent this room was for him when he saw all of the magic equipment, ranging from alchemy to stuff he didn't even know. Relaxing on one of the beds he took out his I-pod and started playing music, waiting for the others to arrive...

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"Do you want to escape from here?" The young girl's tired eyes had shot up at this question, and she had jumped straight to her feet without even thinking, only to collide with the ceiling of her prison and be forced back down into a kneeling posture. She strained against the boundary before her, trying to see through it and gaze upon the one offering her this unimaginable freedom better, but the only thing she could see of the man was that he was wearing some kind of hooded coat that covered him completely. There was silence. He asked again, the kindness in his voice not faltering as he knelt, speaking in that same piercing yet somehow gentle manner. The girl's fears were washed away before the sound of his voice. "Do you want to escape from here?" He asked again. She nodded almost immediately. "Y-yes!" She gasped, her voice parched and hoarse. He smiled, his unseen eyes flashing beneath his hood.

"Then don't worry about anything. I'll rescue you from this place, see? You'll be free before you know it. Until then, just think happy thoughts." With this, her savior simply turned and began to walk away. The girl struggled against the boundary before her, trying to slip her fingers through the gaps in its surface and reach out after him, as though, somehow, she could grasp him. And yet, her world was as small as ever. She couldn't move beyond her prison. She was just a bird in a cage, who, no matter how much she flapped her wings, could never fly free. And yet, as she watched, she saw something that gave her hope, hope that never faded over all the years in which she was alone. For the man who had spoken to her opened the door, and then dissipated into golden light. It was impossible, she knew, but she had seen it with her own eyes. And, although her mind tried to tell her in later years that he'd just walked off into the setting sun, making it seem as though he had vanished in such a manner, she never forgot the magic that she had witnessed that day. Even when she lost hope that the man who had promised to save her would ever return, she never forgot...


Although it had been years in passing, and seemed almost like an eternity to her, now, looking back, the event which had begun all of this seemed like it had taken place just yesterday. The man she'd lost faith in hadn't lost faith in her, and, unbelievable as it had seemed, he had reappeared, even after all this time. Without question, her parents had simply handed her over, letting her go where she wished for the very first time, not specifying a curfew or a necessary level of success she'd have to achieve not to be punished, or imposing any restrictions on her whatsoever. She'd simply been allowed to go free, following the hooded figure of the man who had saved her. It was completely impossible to grasp, as though something out of a fairy tale had been suddenly made into reality. Who was this man? Why was he saving her? Why had it taken him so long to bring her the freedom she had so desired? She didn't know, but right now, she was just grateful to be saved. Even as the car he'd ushered her into stopped before a large house, she was still so full of wonder that she couldn't at all feel suspicious about all this. And it was then that her savior explained things to her.

"This house is going to be where you'll live for a while. You'll be supervised by one of my associates, but there aren't all that many unnesecary rules or anything. Just be careful, don't hurt yourself, and enjoy your life, okay?" The kind man said, grinning at her from beneath his hood. Ilia's eyes widened in surprise. That was it...? There were no rules, no restrictions, no punishments...? This truly was freedom! It was a miracle, her own personal fairy tale. She beamed joyously, almost incredulously.

"Oh, but there's just one more thing. There are a few other people that, like you, I've brought to this place. They'll be your housemates. Try to make friends. I'm counting on you to be the responsible one. Their sort are all generally rather hot-blooded, so they'll need someone kind and thoughtful to watch out for them. I'm confident that you can do it, Inanna."

Although the idea of other people living so close to her did make her a bit nervous, Ilia nodded seriously, not wanting to let her miraculous savior down. "I-I'll try my best," She replied, and the man ruffled her hair kindly.

"I know you will. Good luck, Inanna." With this, he closed the door between them, waving as the car slowly pulled out into the street. She watched him until he was long gone, waving all the while.

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She didn't have all that much luggage. All of her things had apparently already been packed for her, and she'd been given a few new necessaries to support her as she adjusted into her new life. The small black duffel bag containing all these things rolled quietly along behind her as she slowly walked up to the door. Glancing about herself, she noted that most of the lights were off, but it seemed like somebody, at least, was here. Not wanting to just walk in and possibly startle them, she decided to take a more courteous approach. Mustering all of her courage, the shy girl slowly raised a hand, took the rather old-fashioned knocker of the door, and then clapped it against the portal three times. A loud, dull thump rang out inside, and at that point, all there was to do was wait. She just hoped that whoever these housemates were, they'd be kind and understanding people.

She never expected what was about to unfold.

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Thump...Thump...Thump...

Logan lightly brushed the ear buds out of his ears, attentively listening to the thuds coming from outside of his room. His interest was piqued at the simple thing, and he determined it was someone outside of the house, knocking on the door, he visualized the rusted brass knocker that was on the door, remembering it was molded into the shape of a lion. Sliding out of his bed, he walked out of the room and over to the door, his interest in who was behind it was piqued, and he was even slightly enthused to find out who it was. If it was going to be one of his roommates he was sure that they would be interesting, Logan had never thought of knocking on the door before entering, it was partially his house after all, so for one of his roommates to be so courteous as to knock before entering was something he wasn't expecting.

He opened the door, ignoring the odd creaking noise it made, he couldn't be bothered when he had something to discover. When the door was fully opened all he could do was stare at the girl. She resembled something like a doll, small and petite, approximately five...possibly even more...inches smaller than him, though he was never good at calculating measurements without magic. Her bangs concealing her eyes, though he supposed he would be a bit hypocritical to note her concealed eyes as odd, seeing as his bangs covered one of his eyes as well...but then again he never did think that was normal-nor did he ever think he was normal for that matter. Her long lavender hair intrigued him, and he had to restrain himself from running his fingers through it, he just had to guess it's texture through sight unless he wanted to seem impulsive. After a minute or two of observing her silently he realized that they were standing in silence. "You must be one of the roommates," he said distantly, his mind wandering off to other concepts, "If so come on in, you should be able to tell which room is yours by what stuff is in it, at least that's how I found out which one was mine," he stated, making room for her to walk through the door.

He wasn't sure how interesting this girl would really be, he supposed he already knew enough about her; her conservative clothes and concealing hair suggested she was shy and insecure, her pale skin suggested she didn't have much of any interaction with other people-quite similar to himself-her knocking on the door led him to assume that she wasn't confident, and that she was somewhat of a pushover...not only that but she was responsible and followed the rules. He was still slightly intrigued though; he wanted to know how she got that way, among other less important things. Once she entered he closed the door behind her. He assumed she was summing him up as well at this very moment, his perplexing nature probably had some sort of negative effect on her. But that was just an educated guess, he unfortunately couldn't read minds, he wasn't as sure about that as he was about her personality. He folded his arms around his chest, pushing the soft fabric of his hoddie onto his skin, reminding him that he didn't put on a shirt under it, perhaps others were correct in calling him lazy, but he just didn't find it to be important at the time. He decided he'd put one on later, he was in the presence of a new roommate after all. Realizing he was lost in his mind again he went back to reality, watching the girl to gauge her reaction to everything that just happened. Little did he know that this girl was going to be one of the most interesting things he's ever seen.

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The rain pounded down on the car, black clouds heaving like ships on stormy seas. The cab was like a yellow splash of sunshine in the nighttime, a little glow of light in the darkness, a glowing flame sashaying down the long, long road.

And curled up in the backseat, like a little kitten, was Roscoe, golden curls spilling out over the upholstery, his thin chest slowly rising and falling in the facsimile of breathing-- a habit he had kept through all these years without any real need for the process. Roscoe White didn't use oxygen. Roscoe White wasn't technically alive.

Oh, he gave a good show of it-- enough so that the taxi cab driver (albeit suspiciously) accepted his hundred bucks and tossed his luggage in the back. Then again, the boy was bouncy and cheerful enough that his tireless energy, moving this way and that and asking questions upon questions upon questions, usually had one much too preoccupied to question his humanity. One might compare him to a squirrel. Too much energy for his own good.

In the meantime, the rocking back-and-forth movement of the taxi was enough to lull Roscoe to sleep, something that he never thought would happen. He was far too excited for such things! In the past week, his heart practically shattered his bones as it pounded inside his rib cage. For once in his unlife, he'd be able to hang out with some kids his age who were different, like him! Oh, Roscoe was great at making friends, and he was quite optimistic about the new life he was about to begin. Now he didn't have to pretend. Finally!

Eventually the road smoothed out, changing from gravel to pavement, and they emerged from the watery storm into bright sunlight, so quickly that it was almost like someone had flipped a switch, click! The sun had been turned on. The absence of the lulling rain brought Roscoe to stir, and, rubbing his eyes, he stretched and scootched to the window, peering out over the landscape.

The driver glanced back at him. "Oi, kid, put your seat belt back on."

Roscoe did. Even with the elastic, it was still loose on his lanky frame. He had big feet and hands, but his shoulders, neck, and torso were skinny, skinny things. But the mop of sandy curls atop his head spilled over a pale, round face with sparkling eyes and a shy, mischievous, dimpling smile. Altogether, he had a gangly figure. But... squishy.

He pulled his knees up onto the seat and pressed his face up to the window, and then his heart just about leaped into his throat when he saw the mansion approach on the horizon. He jolted so hard that he fell back and became entangled in his own seat belt. "That's it! That's where I'm headed!" he shouted, grinning from ear to ear. And before Roscoe could even say "nervous", the cab screeched to a halt before a looming, sparkling mansion.

Suddenly, all his energy seemed to have deserted him. And so it was almost shyly that Roscoe White opened the door and emerged, blinking, into the sun. He almost forgot his luggage, and, grinning bashfully, he sprang over to the boot of the car to haul his two suitcases out.

He took a deep breath, excitement and nerves fluttering in his stomach.

Well. No turning back now!

Roscoe grasped his luggage by the handles and spun around, dragging it toward the door. When he looked up, his heart skipped a beat to see that there were two people, a boy and a girl, standing in the open doorway. The guy looked like a dozen other kids he'd seen before, though there was something... something different that Roscoe couldn't put his finger on, as if the air around the kid... tingled. It was almost magical.

But the girl, now she was beautiful. Not in the traditional sense, but there was a charming appeal to the prim, mouselike figure that stood on the steps to the palace-like home.

Roscoe came to a halt before the steps, feeling suddenly out of place. "Uhm... hi?" he tried, scratching the back of his head. A shy, goofy half-smile split his face.

And just then, a gust of wind moved the clouds overhead, and sunlight, sparkling sunlight, fell over Roscoe White, whose skin turned shimmery and translucent in the beams.

He looked ghostly.

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Zyta tapped her fingers on the desk, her eyes staring down at the blank paper in front of her. She had a pencil in her hand, but she couldn't focus on the gloomy picture she had been trying to draw. She wasn't the best, but she wasn't bad by any means. At her old home, the paintings were filled with sunny, warm colors. The small room near her bedroom- she had to share with the King, no matter what she wanted to do. It was a small art room lit up with many colorful lights. It was supposed to make her 'cheerful'. It did such a good job. The yellow walls were covered in bleak paintings and dark colors. She pushed the paper away with a sigh, and stood up, her long white hair flowing behind her, a large pink-and-black flower holding it away from her eyes. Her dress was only to her knees and was a light pink at the top, but became darker the farther you got from the top. She found it perfectly summarized her life.

She walked into the barren bedroom and over to the small outcropping in front of the window, and pulled herself up onto it quickly, folding her legs up to her chest as she looked out the window. She could see a Victorian mansion near the house- a castle, really, that the Council lived in. It was the only thing big enough to rival the mansion she was currently in. She was immediately interested when she saw a car pull up through the storm outside. "Let's go great the new arrival to the grand home, shall we?" She said to herself. She could always go out, she was known as a nice person in town, and the 'disappearances' that seemed to come in her wake were ignored. She made them look like accident anyway. People ignored her status in the council, everyone knew the story. Her parents had made sure of that, cutting out the fact that they were the ones that had taken money to give her up. No, they were just more 'victims'. She smiled and pulled herself off the windowsill, and to her closet. She would need more durable clothing. She put on a trench-coat and pulled on some leggings, leaving her heels. She drug her umbrella out and started walking, her new outfit fitting her more comfortably then the dress. She always hated dresses.

The door creaked open, and she walked out into the dreary day. She ran forward until she got to the house, just as a man- who had come from a cab, apparently, as she had just seen one driving away, approached the door. She looked around, then approached him quickly. "Hello!" she smiled lightly. "Are you all moving in? I live right up-" she turned and pointed to the grand mansion- larger than everything else- "there. I'll most likely visit frequently, I always visit around town" she looked over to where the newest arrival was. He looked like a ghost. She was stunned. Besides the Council, she didn't know of any other supernaturals. "Uh.. yes! I-I oversee the town, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me, okay?" she smiled lightly and walked closer, looking over the group as she dropped the umbrella to her side. It was still raining, but it was sunny and the rain was stopping. "I'm just being neighborly. Also... be careful, okay? All of you. Just.... please" she smiled, but it faltered. She looked over the three again quickly. Her white hair was messing up in the wind, and she absentmindedly held her hand out, and the wind stopped just as quickly as it started. She straightened her hair out and smiled.

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The ocean. There was always the ocean; vast, clear, and a deep sapphire blue. The water was completely still, so still it seemed as if time had stopped. All was silent; it was as if there weren't a soul left in the world. Nuriel stood in his small wooden boat, looking out over the ocean into a vast oblivion. The sky was painted with deep reds, soft yellows, and bright oranges as the sunset sat frozen in the pale blue sky. It was not hot or cold. There was no happiness or pain. It just was. Nuriel took in a deep breath and looked around, but no matter where he turned there was only the ocean. No birds, no clouds, no fish. It was only him in his boat in the middle of this ocean. Suddenly something caught his eye. Nuriel looked to see a thin, almost invisible strand of something floating through the air, just above the water. Soon another one followed, but from a different direction. Nuriel watched, calm, as strands began appearing one by one in the air, reaching out in different directions. Somehow Nuriel knew that each came from a different person, that it was that person's energy reaching out to connect with another's. The sky was filled with millions. Then they disappeared. In a flash, there was nothing left. It was as if nothing had happened. The boat. The ocean. Everything had gone back to the way it had been before. But Nuriel felt something, and he looked down at his chest to find his own strand of energy reaching out to connect with-
She was there. Across the ocean, standing on top of the water. Her light brown hair, soft green eyes, and that smile. Right there in front of him. At that moment, Nuriel wanted to jump out of the boat and swim to her, but somehow he knew that if he did, the connection would break. So he forced himself to stay there and wait, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. And then, just as the strands were about to connect-


Nuriel sat up in bed with a gasp, breathing heavily. The sheets were soaked in sweat, and Nuriel felt as if he'd been hit by a train. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head between his knees for a moment to catch his breath and to keep from passing out. His heart ached, but he knew that soon the ache would pass and the familiar numbness would take over again. After another minute, Nuriel stood up slowly and pulled on a white collared shirt over his white pants but didn't bother to button it. Instead he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. Upstairs he could hear voices, a boys and a girls. What a pain. He was not in the mood to meet new people. Though that was usually the case, the dream had Nuriel feeling slightly sick to his stomach. He sat down on his bed and grabbed a book off the nightstand. He figured it wouldn't hurt to wait a little while before introducing himself. Hopefully by then he would be feeling better too. Nuriel had come a day early to get a feel for the house and some peace and quiet, but now it felt as if that would be the last peaceful day he would see in a long time.

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Savino clicked open his pocketknife, running his long fingers along the sleek, cold steel blade lovingly before snapping it shut again and repeating the process, over and over. Click..click..click. The taxi ride to the mansion consisted only of the sound. No small talk passed between the driver and passenger. In fact, if Savino had bothered removing his glare from the window, he would see the taxi driver's beady eyes darting between the road and the knife in the green hair boy's hands, seemingly unsure if Savino was about to strike him or not. Click..click..click.

The driver gulped and cleared his throat and Savino's eyes shot up, sizing up the nervous face of the driver in the mirror. The driver realized he had caught his attention and his eyes quickly shot back to the road, swallowing loudly once again before finally speaking up, "w-would you mind putting th-that away?" He stuttered, obviously afraid for his life, not sure of his passenger's mental state.

A wave of anger hit Savino but he quickly suppressed it and instead released a harsh, mocking laugh. "Eh? What, this?" He opened the knife up again and waved it around dangerously close to the taxi man's head. He watched the man's shoulders arch and his whole body tensed. It seemed he had finally made up his mind about his strange passenger. Savino snickered once more before pocketing the knife and raising his hands submissively.

It seemed, however, that the driver's mind was made as he pulled over to the side of the road and unlocked the doors. "Please get out before I call the police." He said, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably. Savino's eyes widened with shock and he stepped out of the cab before he even realized what he was doing.

He heard the click of the doors locking and the engine revved. It seemed the taxi driver wasn't even planning on opening the trunk for him to get out his bags. "Hey, dammit!" Savino screeched, suddenly seething with anger. "I didn't fly here from Italy for you to fucking leave me in the middle of nowhere, I've got places to be!" He swung the knife back out of his pocket as the cab began driving off. He chased after it, jabbing the blade into the trunk of the car multiple times before tripping and sliding onto the ground, gagging on the dust and fumes the taxi left behind as it sped off with his luggage.

Savino lay there on the road for a while, stunned, before an odd feeling chased him back to reality. There was a strange, hazy feeling originating in his lower abdomen and he sighed, all too familiar with what the feeling meant. He sat up and tugged the knife out of his stomach. It came out easily and Savino didn't give it a second thought before wiping the black liquid that stained the blade off onto his shirt. He tugged up his black tee to survey the damage. It wasn't much, a thin slit oozed with the watery, black blood-like substance and a thin mist sprayed out of the opening in his body. He quickly pulled down his shirt, it wasn't the type of thing that could be easily explained if someone were to see him.

He slid the knife back into his pocket and stood up, dusting himself off. He'd have to walk for a bit until he found a nice shaded area before he could shadow travel to his destination. It would probably be quicker than the cab, but he'd rather not have to walk at all.

When the shadow demon found a tree providing a sufficient amount of shade, he wandered under it and found the coldest, darkest part of the shadow. Focusing hard on the shadows that made up his body and the shadows around his destination, his body evaporated into a black mist and he disappeared.




It took only seconds to reach his destination, a dark spot of shade beneath a tree next to the mansion. His mist sucked back together in a swirling, dark mass until that mass finally arranged itself in the form of a human. He took a moment to admire his new home, a palace fit for a king, before stepping out of the shadows and revealing himself. It seemed that a small group of people had gathered in front of the door, creating a nuisance for the anti-social demon.

He squared up his shoulders and stepped forward, pushing his way through the group, his eyes looking beyond all of them, they weren't worthy of his gaze. He was a shadow demon, the most proud and powerful race of demon, at least in their own eyes. The fact that their bodies were made up of shadows and dreams made them impervious to most mortal weapons and diseases, and their more potent weakness, human food, was easy to stay away from. Italy, Savino's home country, was full of shadow demons and was home to some of the oldest shadow families in the world, in fact, Savino's mother's family was the oldest one in all of Italy, a fact that made Savino puff up with pride whenever he got the chance to brag about it.

"Vai al'inferno." He hissed to the people as he walked away from them and toward the stairs so he could find himself a room.

The first room he found seemed to be the one that was meant to be his. The walls were painted a pale green and the ceiling was gray, it had the same color scheme as his room back home. There was no bed, he didn't need one since he didn't need to sleep, but instead was a sleek, modern black couch with plush, green pillows and small nightstands on either side of it. There were two tall, empty dressers against one wall, and a black coffee table sat in front of the couch. The lighting was very low, casting shadows all over the room, and there were no windows. He grinned smugly and pulled his knife out of his pocket, setting it gingerly on the coffee table. He didn't want to fall on it again, while it didn't hurt him mortally, he lost enough mist from his body for one day, and he was feeling quite tired because of it.

In fact, despite the fact Savino didn't need to sleep, he was quite content with laying back on the couch and resting his eyes, even if it were just for a little bit...

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"G-good morning!" Inanna spoke up shyly almost the moment the door opened, quickly curtsying in a rather old-fashioned manner, partly out of habit long since drilled into her being, partly out of a slight trepidation at meeting the gaze of the person standing on the other side of the entryway. Lifting the very hem of her skirt ever so slightly with her delicate hands - an effect which was slightly ruined by the occasional tremor of nervous anticipation that ran through them - she dropped her head just a little too quickly, and perhaps a bit too far. Putting all these factors together, the resultant bow looked just a little comical.

The one who answered the door began to speak, and the dark-haired girl couldn't help but look up in surprise. A... a boy? This was her housemate? It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, she quickly began to blush, something which was thankfully hidden behind her protective curtains of hair. N...no way. She was going to live with a boy? But she'd barely ever interacted with anyone of her own age, let alone someone of her age and of the opposite gender! This was... She didn't know how she'd be able to talk to him or deal with him at all.

"O-oh..." She said at last, speaking up simply because she realized she'd been silent far too long to be considered socially normal. "A-alright, then." She wasn't really sure how to respond any further, so decided to just leave it at this, and began attempting to bring her duffel up the steps. She wasn't exactly very strong, so it took her several moments to haul the somewhat heavy bag through the door. By the time she finished this and turned back around, her attention grabbed by several sudden sounds, things had become much more... bizarre.

Suffice to say, when things were quickly complicated by the arrival of a white-haired lady who claimed to be their neighbor, a boy who suddenly turned transparent about the same time as he spoke, and a third, angry-seeming individual who stormed past her muttering something that sounded like a curse in a language she'd never heard, Inanna's jaw dropped, and only one word came out.

"W-what...?!"

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Nuriel heard more people enter the house and the girl's high squeaky voice. With a groan, he closed his book and put it back on his nightstand. It was time to face the music. After buttoning up his shirt, Nuriel took a deep breath, relishing the quiet before making his way up the stairs. Opening the door that led to the hallway, Nuriel closed it silently before making his way to the lobby. However, instead of walking into the middle of the room and introducing himself, Nuriel stood quietly in a shadycorner and observed his housemates. The girl seemed shy and squirrely, a white-haired lady was standing by the front door, and some elfish-looking guy was standing in the doorway, an awkward grin on his face. There was also a boy with earbuds standing in the room, though he couldn't read much off of him.

Nuriel rolled his eyes and stayed quiet. He had never held a strong presence, and he was hoping no one would notice he had arrived. Introductions were always awkward for Nuriel, seeing as he generally disliked people. Especially loud, annoying, and obnoxious people. Though to be fair, Nuriel knew he had no right to judge any of these people. He had to give them a fair chance first, but somehow he had the feeling he wasn't going to be changing his opinion.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Nuriel Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Zyta
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"I suppose I should be heading back now. Good luck" Zyta said, looking at the people, then back up at the home. She sighed lightly. "Goodbye... you should come by sometime... it would be fun" she smiled and turned, walking down the street. When she figured they wouldn't see her, she smoothed back her hair, then touched her face lightly. The stark white of her hair turned to a deep raven, her eyes to a light green. "Off to do some bad deeds!" she sang to herself, but her face was set in a deep frown. She pulled a list from her coat. On it was a list of people, businesses, anything and anyone who had wronged the Card Dealer. She pressed her hands on the coat again, and it changed color to a dull green- she was happy, as everyone in town still figured she always was. She looked down on the list again, her eyes darting over the names, then landing on one in particular. Her fathers name. She smiled for the first time in a long time. She was to kill only half of the list in her hand- most of it were just warnings for a more... long-term punishment then death. She never dealt with those.

Her heels clacked against the cobblestone pathway up to an old-looking, family owned hotel. She didn't know these people, and for that she was glad- she was sent to warn them of things to come- or who to come. She made sure she had the right address, then looked a the name "Anna Kathrine Banks. Daughter of hotel owner/worker" She read aloud, looking up at the building. Oh, what did you do, Anna? she thought. In her mind, she was picturing a small little girl of ten or twelve- it had happened before. She slid open the door and a bell chimed. A girl who looked around fifteen came up to Zyta.

"Hello! I'm Anna. Do you need a room for the night? You look chilled to the bone, Miss..." the girl said, and Zyta's eyes immediately became sad. She looked so... utterly... happy.

"Yes.... It's..... er.... Jade. It's Miss Jade, dear. Sara Jade" she said quickly. The girl smiled and went back to the desk, grabbing some keys and beginning to walk to a flight of stairs. Zyta followed her, all the way to a room on what looked to be the top floor of the hotel- it was only three floors in total, after all. Anna unlocked the door and stepped in, and she followed her, flipping on a light.

"Well, here you are, Miss Jade" Anna smiled and Zyta nodded looking about the room. Her eyes landed on a plant, and she looked back at Anna. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry" She said, and lifted her hand, the plant seeming to grow and wrap around Anna's mouth and hands, then her feet. She tried to scream, but she couldn't move. She looked suddenly terrified.

"I am.. sorry, Anna. You don't understand. But you are warned, Anna. Worse things than I will soon come for you. A tip? Don't struggle. The vines get tighter if you do. I have to go now" Zyta said, stepping forward. She patted Anna on the head of her blonde hair, then went to the window and opened it. She jumped out, the air bellow her pushing up with strong enough winds to slow her fall until she hit the ground on her feet. She ran sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and her hair and eyes became stark white and pink again. The rest of the people could wait. She wouldn't do that again today.

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