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Jack Drákōn

Jack is a gypsy being hunted down by a royal guard. That guard is her brother.

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a character in “The Esper”, as played by Aixulram

Description

Name:
~Jack Brianne Drákōn

Age:
~17

Gender:
~Female

Appearance:
~A picture is worth a thousand words. Only 4'11" and about 100 lbs.

Clothing:
~A very flowy, gypsy style. On occasion, she'll wear something that fits the situation she's in.

Occupation:
~Gypsy/Street Entertainer

Goals:
~Escape her brother's wrath once and for all.
~Be free of government persecution.

Strengths:
~Speed
~Agility

Weaknesses:
~Brute strength
~Flashy distractions
~Her brother

Equipment:
~A steel dagger
~A small sowing kit
~Cloth to mend her clothes

Likes:
~Sweets
~Looking around in markets
~Other magic users
~Being able to rest for a whole night
~The thrill of speed

Dislikes:
~Government magic users
~Being chased
~Bitter foods and drinks

Alignment:
~Good

Personality:
~Jack is very sweet and shy. She helps out people all that she can, but will back off immediately if she feels threatened and/or scared. She mainly uses her magic to entertain others, though she won't flat out show that it's magic. She'll make up a mechanism that does the same thing so that she isn't caught in her act. She can be easily intimidated because of her small size, plus she has a young mind. She will get very angry if you hurt her or her friends. At that point, she will go wild and you have the chance of being killed.

Background:
~Jack was born into a gypsy family. Both of her parents were magic users, so it was only natural that she became one. She was born with her green hair and red eyes, but her parents knew it was only the effect of their magic mixing. She showed to be a magic user when she was only five due to anger. She had gotten very angry with another child and a dark aura appeared around her, though luckily her parents stopped her from killing the child just in time. The same year, her brother was born. He had the same green hair and red eyes, but he lacked the magical aura. Her parents were disappointed yet happy, knowing he would be able to grow up normally. They were surprised, however, when he seemed to age two years for every year that had passed. By the time she was ten, he was already the 'same age' even though he was really only five. When she was fifteen, he ran off and joined the royal army. He was '20' and joined easily because of his build. A year later, he turned in her family so he could become one of the royal assassins. Her parents used their combined magic to teleport her to a safe place, but they got caught themselves. Her brother is currently '25' and hunting her down as his first assignment. She knows that if he catches her, she'll be forced into the army. She is on the run, her main goal being to avoid capture.

So begins...

Jack Drákōn's Story

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Jack yawned and rubbed her eyes as she awoke on a blanket in the middle of an alley. She sat up and stretched, cricking her neck and looking side to side. She then stood and picked up the blanket, folding it in half and then wrapping it around her shoulders. She shivered a bit and then sneezed. She rubbed her nose and began walking. "Damn brother. All this running is giving me a fever." She had been running from her brother for a little under a year. She was still young, only 17, yet she was already known as an outlaw by the closest to the ruler. Luckily for her, it was only the royal and his party that knew that she was an outlaw. She could easily explain her green hair and red eyes as a birth defect to any other.

Jack sneezed again, walking down the sidewalk. It was normal for someone who looked strange nowadays, even someone so gypsy-looking as her. Her eyes were half closed as she headed towards a safe place she had heard of, the Esper. It was known amongst the outlaws as a place where one could relax and let go of all their troubles. She tripped over seemingly nothing, falling to the ground in a huff. She groaned and rubbed her nose as she stood, hearing laughs from around her. She glared at those she could, but sneezed in the process. "I hate you, brother." She then spotted the Esper, speeding up her walk. She sneezed yet again a she walked in. She saw very few people, choosing to sit down at an empty table. She laid her head down, covering her head with the blanket. "Finally. Rest."

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Kayne opened his eyes slowly and yawned. He proceeded to sit up and look around, examining his surroundings. "Oh yea," he shrugged "I actually made it to Muradnia," He felt quite accomplished making it this far. "Alright," He jumped up off the pile of rice sacks. "Time to find some lead." Kayne yawned again and began walking down the street, placing his hands behind his head. His facial expression slowly getting more angry as he walked down the street, straight towards the lone hightower. "Erich, you fucking bastard," he muttered under his breath. "Why are you so weak?" he again muttered, making sure to avoid attention.

His blonde hair was rather unkempt from sleeping on some rice sacks, so he fiddled with it trying to make himself somewhat presentable, not that it mattered. He also noticed that his clothing seemed a tad bit ragged and his herb supply was dwindling. He knew that he lacked funds to keep himself supported and had no job, other than his self employed mission of finding answers to his questions, of course.

Kayne proceeded to walk towards the town square, a place lively and filled with vendors. "I wonder if I could get any supplies here..." He looked around, not noticing anything peculiar, other than a woman wearing a gypsy-like green robe. "So, nothing out of the... Wait, WHAT?!?" Kayne wasn't surprised to find Muradnia a boring, dull city; but to see a gypsy, in Muradnia, when rogues were constantly hunted... He knew his eyes must've been fooling him, so he pursued the gypsy-maiden.

"I haven't seen a gypsy since... uh... ah, who cares." Kayne began sprinting towards the gypsy as she turned down an alleyway, slowing his pace as to not attract her attention. He sharply turned the corner, following her, watching as she got up from falling over. "Huh," He watched as she entered some building, "It couldn't hurt..." Kayne decided to follow the gypsy-maiden, taking his time before actually entering the building. As he approached the door, something made him pause for a moment, he could feel something... something strange emitting from the other side of the door. "Well... here goes nothing." He opened the door into what appeared to be a pub. "Ok... Muradnia is definitely full of surprises..." Kayne had a blank expression of dissatisfaction plastered on his face. Even so, he walked in to find four patrons; a silver haired maiden, a doll like girl, a girl with short brown hair, and his lovely gypsy-maiden. Kayne walked up to the bar, watching the television and murmured, "Two Deaths, at this hour... For Shame." He proceeded to sit at the bar, hoping someone would strike the first conversation...

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Jack was able to stifle her coughs for a bit, but not by much. She pulled her blanket tighter around her, sneezing for the tenth time since she had entered. She gave a small sniffle and then stood, walking over to the bar and sitting on one of the stools by the guy that had just entered. She waved to the person behind it slightly, laying her head on the counter. "Can I get some kind of soup? I don't give a damn what kind." She then sat up, trying to stay balanced on her stool. She looked to the other three and then back to the person behind the bar, though she spoke quietly. "So, does anyone around here live or hang out near the castle? I'm trying to find some info on the guy that's chasing me around. He's got green hair and red eyes like mine, but he's also got a lighter green streak down the middle of his hair." She figured that if she could get any info, she would get it from here.

A bowl of chicken noodle soup was then placed down in front of her and she smiled. She took a whiff of it's smell and then began to eat it. She finished it off quickly, sighing. "That's good for a cold or fever or whatever I have." She then laid her head on the counter. "Damn him." She closed her eyes and tried to relax, hoping to possibly catch some actual rest.

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Jack looked to the blond-haired man that spoke to her, giving a small smile. "Thank you, sir, for the offer. If you won't be sparing anything, I'd be fine if you helped me." She blinked as he laid his head down, mumbling something she couldn't hear. She sighed and looked to the woman who said she had seen him. She nodded. "Yes, he is a royal assassin as far as I know." She then mumbled to herself. "I'm surprised he hasn't gone up in the ranks." Her eyes went wide when the woman mentioned that he was still seeking someone. How does she know that?! Jack looked away. "Oh, I see. Thanks for the information."

Jack was surprised and annoyed when someone spoke of her as a 'poor dear'. She hated when someone called her that, but she figured she would forgive the woman simply because the woman, Amelia, healed her. Jack looked to the blond man and lightly laughed. "Sorry that you weren't the one that healed me." She listened as Amelia introduced herself, a slight smile on her lips. "Well, since we're in the process of introductions, I'm Jack Drákōn. I traveled here so I could get some rest from... running. I'm really just a gypsy with almost no family."

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Kayne finished with his moping and looked up, "Oh it's fine, I'm low on supplies anyways." He watched as all the women around him slowly socialized with each other. Listening to each one's comments and introductions; the silver haired lady was Amelia von Muran, a doctor... and the lovely gypsy-maiden was Jack Drákōn. Jack had a brother that was part of the Muradnian Royalty. The same Muradnian Royalty that he hated so much. He wanted to talk to Jack, alone, to see what she knew.

"I doubt that, even Gypsy's have families..." Kayne had the feeling that Jack was hiding something, something about that Muradnian Assassin guy. Kayne was getting tired of the serious mood and felt as though he should lighten it. "So, is this pub women only? Or did I stumble in on a good time?" Kayne figured he should strike a conversation or else face silence. He was actually hoping to make some allies so that eventually he could face Erich. Suddenly, he was struck with an inclination, 'These women, they're witches!' That would explain why they were here, and why this pub appeared to be well hidden. 'If they are rogue, maybe I could get their help...' At least that's how Kayne saw it.

"Pardon me, ladies." He stood up, "I'm going to be rather blunt, but, are any of you Muradnian Soldiers?" Kayne figured his statement would cause one of two reactions; either the woman would be respond or they'd attack. Either way, he had to get some answers, and this appeared to be the only way.

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Arakawa blankly looked at the blond-haired man. His question quite lost on her. 'Muradnian Soldiers?' She stared at him, what gave him the expression that she, a mere nobody was one of the soldiers? She wanted to ask him a question but she was reminded of her Grandma Is' warning, "Don't speak unless your spoken to-- even to the 'normal locales' of the town." Grandma Is told her that it was the best action for someone like her to avoid bad situations.

As they were talking and introducing to each other, she contented herself with listening about them. The brown haired woman, she's somewhat familiar with, she's quite well-known in Muradnia after all. This was the first time she met her closely though but the others, she certainly knew nothing much. She had wanted to know more about them and this actually confused her. This was the first time that she became interested with other people.

For Arakawa, the only things worth giving attention to were her parents, the animals, the flowers and her past. Wanting to know more about these people greatly perplexed her. There was something about them that made her want to confront them and ask questions. Questions that she usually would not dare think of. She leaned a little in her seat and listened closely, eyes wandering each faces and studying their expressions.

She was surprised to hear the woman state her name, "Amelia" and was more confused when she told them that she is a resident doctor and a friend of the bartender. 'Doctor?' She thought questioningly and stared at the said woman. One of the things Arakawa can really say that she's proud of, is her photographic memory. She remember every detail about everything that she happen to see, hear or smell. With their inn closely located at the Esper, she can say she's familiar with its usual costumers (but this was the first time she actually entered the pub). But of all things, she never encountered something about Amelia von Muran.

Then she heard the coughing green-haired girl introduce herself, a traveling gypsy she said, Jack Drákōn. 'Almost no family? She's just like me...'

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Giselle nodded and retreated back into silence when the girl, who latter introduced herself as Jack, was done asking questions. She nearly jumped when Amelia spoke to her and after processing her words she nodded. She would do what the woman asked if the moment presented itself. Her talent was gaining information but never being seen. A woman who spoke rarely generally stayed out of people's curiosity and was rarely questioned. Especially if said woman wore what some would consider gentleman's clothing. Skirts were rubbish around a barn and she had adopted the style she wore now back when she first started working there. She was pulled out of her thoughts when the man suddenly stood and asked if anyone was a Muradnian soldier. An audible growl that had the likeness of a large vicious canine escaped her throat and her ears had elongated and grown black fur before she could stop herself. The question he presented had confirmed that he was not familiar with the Esper and suggested that he could potentially be a threat to those around him if he chose to run and tell the guards about the situation. It was a question that had startled her and caused the growl and partial transformation, yet as quick as her ears had turned they were back to their normal pink skin and round shape.

"Excuse me," she muttered, faking a cough as she took another sip of beer before finally adding, "No soldiers here."

As she sat feeling embarrassed for her sudden outburst she realized that another man had entered the bar and sat not far away. Nearly every hair on her skin was standing on end and her muscles had tensed, yet she did her best to regain her calm demeanor from before. It wasn't that the new addition to the bar was causing her to feel on edge, it was the sudden question that was asked before combined with the room being flooded with people whose alignment with the government were not obvious. After downing the last of her glass she ordered her third, having forgotten her rule of only having two for the night. She comforted herself by patting her shoulder, making sure the pistol she had in her shoulder holster was still there. Feeling the hard weapon she felt a bit of relief and allowed her muscles to ease a bit to resume her silent observation of those around her. She had seen far too many 'Outlaw Roundups' in her time and knew that the one thing that saved her tail was being observant.

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Kayne was glad that nothing came of his blunt question, he wasn't in a fighting mood. "Thanks, so I indeed found the Esper." Kayne had finally felt pretty good, having stumbled upon what would end up being his information hub for some time. But the new patron gave him a bad vibe. "A gunslinger..." Kayne new that this guy disliked mages, he could see it in his eyes as the new man looked at Amelia. He leaned over to Jack, motioning her to listen. "Hey, I think we should get out of here... That guy appears to be bad news." He slowly sat back up as to avoid grabbing the guys attention.

Kayne watched as Amelia left to handle something outside and return with a little girl, "Hmm?" Kayne was rather surprised to see someone so dark and mysterious doing something kind. What kind of spells did she use, especially to take some policemen out in a matter of seconds with much ruckus. "Hmm." Again, Kayne was pondering the situation and the stupidity that he used to arrive here. He didn't feel like pestering Jack again, but now he really was getting weary of the new guy. "I'm gonna head out, I'd like you to come with me, please... I'll explain outside." He looked at Jack, giving her a look that said, 'Trust me'. He hopped up off his seat, and motioned for her to follow. "Alright, it's been fun!" He proceeded to walk towards the door, as to exit the Esper.

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Jack was glad there weren't any further questions about her or her relation to her brother. Her eyes went wide when someone asked if anyone in the room was a solder. She shook her head, whispering to herself. "How can I be on if I'm on the run from one. I would no doubt be turned into one if he caught me, but he hasn't." Her hair then stood on end as another man entered the bar and ordered a drink. He doesn't seem very in place. She then turned to the tv, narrowing her eyes at the image of Erich and his guards. She could see her own brother in the background. "Scum."

Jack felt the place tense up from the presence of the new man. Then Kayne leaned over and whispered to her. She looked to him and nodded, pulling her blanket over herself. She heard a woman come inside with a child, and the new man offered to help. Jack stood as Kayne stood, knowing that she should follow him. She turned to the woman and child with a smile. She walked over and bent down by the child. "Be safe. Next time, use your power to hide in the shadows." She patted the girl on the head and then stood heading to the exit of the Esper and walking out the door. She leaned on the wall by the door, waiting for Kayne to speak and explain.

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Kayne stood outside the Esper with Jack. He turned to face her, with that the setting sun landed upon his face, specifically the eyes. "Alright," Kayne stretched a bit and cracked his knuckles and neck. "Before we head out, I'm assuming you noticed that guy wasn't a wizard." His eyes shifted to a serious look. "Either way, he's a gunslinger... You know the people that usually kill us for sport." Kayne paused, placing his arms behind his head and regaining that happy-go-lucky expression he always wore. "We should leave here, I have a feeling the police may show up again... and I'd like to avoid them, heh." He was obviously being serious, but he couldn't help but laugh at the idea that the police would catch him. So he turned and began walking, gesturing that Jack should follow.

As he walked out from the alley, Kayne turned his head just enough to see Jack's face. "Your Brother." He assumed that bringing him up would be a sore subject. "I saw him earlier today, actually, it was right before you caught my eye as you turned into the alleyway." Kayne took a moment flashback to when he examined the town square; having seen Jack and another green haired character, presumably her brother. "He was walking towards the hightower," Kayne pointed to the accursed building where Erich lived. "But that was an hour ago or so." He placed his hand back behind his head, and again turned his head slightly just to make sure Jack was still with him. "So... whatcha want to do?" He asked, smiling at Jack. Kayne smiled since she reminded him of a girl he once knew... a few years ago. "Oh and before you tell me, please don't say you want to go out for a drink, you're far too young." He winked at Jack after saying this. He was at least ninety percent sure that she was too young, figuring she was roughly eighteen or nineteen. He himself was just old enough to drink at twenty two.

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Jack listened carefully to Kayne, looking him in the eye out of habit. "Well, I did notice he wasn't an outlaw. I haven't heard of a gunslinger before, though. I didn't think that anyone hunted out our kind besides those imperial guards." She scratched her head. "But yes, we should leave. I don't trust that guy anyway, plus I hate it when the police interfere. They always spot out my green hair and red eyes somehow." She looked to the Esper's entrance. "I just hope that little girl stays safe and out of sight." She then turned to Kayne, following him like her gestured her to.

Jack yawned a bit, but stopped midway and looked to Kayne with a pained look when he mentioned her brother. She then looked down, grabbing one of her shoulders with the opposite hand. "Th-that's bad. If you saw him while seeing me, that might mean that he's already tracked me down again." She barely looked up at Kayne. "Then again, if it had been an hour ago he would've already made his move." She wrapped her blanket around herself so that it covered her face in it's shadow. "Well, whatever we do, I don't want to head towards the hightower. I will not take any risks. If I get caught, I'll either get killed or forced to kill my everyone I know."

Jack gave a small smile when he said that they couldn't go drinking because of her age. It was true, considering she was only seventeen. She lowered her blanket so that it only covered her shoulders and down, barely catching his wink. She looked down again, a blush barely crawling across her face. "I definitely won't do that. I'm not that illegal, you know?" She gave a laugh before looking back to him. "Well, I've decided what we can do. But first, I'll need to buy a cloak." Her smile lessened as she spoke her next words. "I just want to take a peek at my brother. He's five years younger than me, yet he goes up two ages every year, making him look about twenty four at the moment." She looked around. "I really just want to see if he's grown at all. It'll be scary to see him, so you might have to drag me away afterwards."

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Kayne looked in slight bewilderment at Jack, "Ok, the cloak is no problem... but... didn't you just say you didn't want to go near the hightower...?" Throughout his comment he was making a face of complete confusion and when mentioning the hightower, he again pointed towards it. "Well here," He handed Jack some money, just enough to buy a 'nice' cloak. "Don't get me wrong, I get what you're saying... family is family... but still, I doubt it's a good idea to go snooping tonight." Kayne tried to find some good excuse, then thinking of the recent events that Amelia started. "I mean, if you think about it, the police are probably on a tighter shift, considering the events that transpired today." He looked past Jack towards the alleyway that hid the Esper. He then sighed and followed Jack to a nearby stall so she could purchase her cloak. "I'm just saying, it really isn't a good idea. Especially tonight... and if it helps at all, he looks a little older than me, minus the height." Kayne revealed a small smile of satisfaction, knowing that he was taller than a guy, considering that wasn't too often.

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Crock took in the news on tv and figured that if this witch wasn't going to work with him she would one day end up against him. If only he came with his magitech trackers. In the meantime Crock widened his smile and nodded politely now moving to follow the fleeing two out the pub. He did turn and give one last look at Giselle first to memorize her face. He would return another time to the pub, perhaps to gain a few mage followers for his small group. They might be distasteful but they could be handy in a pinch.

As he was moving towards the exit he decided to stir things up a bit. He silently moved in step with a larger group exiting the pub as well. Just as the group was about to finally leave he threw a few low blows around him before slipping out between the men. A fight would surely ensue as the men turned on each other and the shouting would keep everyone's attention towards said group. During this time he took a few steps back into the crowd that was forming around the fight. Slipping a hand into his coat he produced a single barrel Revolver. Not one of his favorites but it would due. He held the already loaded handgun at waist level where no one would hopefully notice it and fired straight ahead before dropping the gun and now moving quickly out of the place. He did not even wait to see which body hit the ground.

There was few chance of him being noticed as the shooter. Most people would flee the scene once they saw the body drop and he again would join into the crowd. His next goal was to move towards the nearest guard and tell them a convincing story of that same witch who was seen on tv produce a gun and fire at an un-harmed citizen. He gave no reason for the police to know the pub's true purpose though. The time for planning and waiting is gone. With that small bit of mischief, Crock had decided that it was time for his group to finally gather and start down the road to success.

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Jack smiled as Kayne spoke, understanding his reasons of not wanting to go. "I know I just said I don't want to go, but minds can change as quick as lightning. I'm not saying I want to go in, but maybe just stand near the entrance. I'm just saying that I need to see my brother instead of hear about him." She then turned as the girl name Amelia appeared, saying that she could get them in or even protect them. She shook her head. "We don't really need any of those. I just need an inconspicuous place where my brother wouldn't see me, but I could see him." She smiled at the girl.

It was then that Jack heard a gunshot and her hair stood on edge. "That came from the pub." She quickly bought a pure white cloak that completely covered her and went to Kayne. "Stay here while I go check this out. Something seems wrong." She then picked up the skirt of her dress and quickly ran towards the Esper. She stopped with a slight gasp when she saw the strange man, the gunslinger as Kayne had told her, and immediately knew that he was the cause. She just as quickly turned around and ran, reaching Kayne with fear in her eyes. "That gunshot... I saw the gunslinger just outside the pub. He-he must have been the cause of it."

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"I get that, you're just abit confusing." Kayne's smile quickly died when he noticed Amelia had been following them. "When did you..." Kayne stood there with a look of stuper, but recomposing himself pretty quickly. "Alright, well... I think we can handle it, Miss... Silver Hair." Kayne felt stupid not knowing the silver haired girl's name. He looked back down at Jack, all that really mattered was that she stuck with him. He again smiled having seen her smile.

Then, a gun shot rang through the silent air, ringing in Kayne's ears. "The Esper!" Kayne immediately turned to run towards the Esper, but Jack stopped him and ran herself, "You can't," Rather than wasting his time talking, he took after Jack. "Jack!" As soon as he called her name, she turned and fell into his arms. "Did you see him?" Kayne had a serious look in his eyes, his expression almost resembled that of man intending to kill. "I figured, stay close to me." He let go of Jack and ran towards the Gunslinger, but lost track of him. He was hidden among the crowd of fleeing civilians. "Damn, bastard got away." He continued to examine the scene, trying to find a hint of where the gunslinger fled. The crowd was dying down and nothing remained, other than a mysterious hooded mage who was healing the wounded man. "The police are already here, they haven't noticed us, so let's go." He lifted Jack and carried her to the nearby alleyway where Kayne had napped the previous night. "Sorry for the hero act, I can't stand watching people die... but I couldn't risk our capture." He cracked a small, but warm smile, letting Jack down. "So you're ok, right?"

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Jack was breathing heavily when she landed in Kayne's arms from the fear that was even in her eyes. She looked as she was set down and he ran to find the gunslinger. She pulled her cloak's hood up so that it covered her face, letting her feel like she could cry freely. It was then that Kayne carried her to the alley. Her voice shook as she spoke. "I-I'm fine, for the most part." She gave a short sob. "Just scared for my life. Th-that man, he used a gun." She slowly stood, shaking with fear. "B-but I think it's best that we get out of here while I explain." She then slowly walked out of the alley, waiting for him to follow before speaking.

"When my brother captured my parents, he basically threatened us all with a gun. Luckily, my parents were able to get me out of there before he shot and killed them. I now have a fear of-of guns." Jack gulped. "I hope to never see that gunslinger again." She looked to Kayne, determination showing through the fear in her eyes. "But I still have to see my brother."

((Just as an OOC note, I'm allowing anyone to control Jack's brother. It's weird if I'm roleplaying two of my own characters interacting with each other, plus I have a hard time controlling two.))

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((OOC: xKyrie, it's fine, I was trying to figure something out for Dallan, hopefully someone will interact with him soon :D ... Aniihya, I feel like the story flows for now, the police arrived before Dallan, he just noticed the commotion for a long distance; thanks to the crowd. So he wouldn't have noticed Amelia or anyone inparticular.))

"It's perfectly understandable." Kayne gave Jack a warm smile, "Everyone has a fear, or at least a few." He sat silent for a few moments until Jack stood up on her own. "What's up?" He wasn't expecting her to get up for at least a little longer, but he'd stick with her to make sure she was fine. "That's not a bad idea, I was planning on taking you somewhere safer than this." He looked around, and kicked the ground. "Anyways, yes, please explain." Kayne was a tad bit confused with the brother situation, but figured he was planning on killing her. He wasn't exactly sure of that anyhow, and he could only imagine how their parents felt about this.

Kayne listened intently to Jack's story, being sure to stay close behind her. "For shame..." He looked down in disatisfaction, "All I can promise is that the gunslinger will have to fight me before he can imagine reaching you; promise." He displayed a rather large grin, "And that's a promise I intend to keep." Kayne's smile died abit, but he felt something lingering in the air. "Anyhow, let's wait until tomorrow to see your brother... I understand that you need to see him, but tonight isn't a good time." Kayne knew the anguish of seeing family well, he hasn't seen his parents in years. And, even if it was important to Jack, she could stand to wait one more day. Kayne began surveying their surroundings, making sure nobody was around. "We definitely need to find somewhere to crash..." Nothing came to Kayne's mind, especially since this was the first full day he spent in Muradnia. Kayne yawned and cracked his shoulders, "Well... Do you know of any inns that'll house us?" Kayne sighed, he was rather desperate for nice lodging, plus his stomach began growling.

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Character Portrait: Jack Drákōn Character Portrait: Amelia von Muran Character Portrait: Crock Ignitus Dile Character Portrait: Giselle Danielle Character Portrait: Arakawa Character Portrait: Kayne Alastair Character Portrait: Dallan Magnus
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Giselle had been sitting inside when she heard the gunshot and she had a slight feeling as to who it was that had caused all the ruckus. She downed the last of her drink and placed it down on the counter before standing to head out the door.

"Aye, don't do anything stupid." the bartender asked as she reached the door.

"You know very well I can't promise that," Giselle said with a small smile, "Keep my stool open would you?"

She didn't wait for a response as she slipped out the door to be confronted by chaos. She paid no attention to the men swarming about the wounded man, instead she was searching for the one she believed to be the culprit. There, she saw him. The gunslinger was walking away from the scene and she nearly followed him before she remembered that last look he had given her before he left. He would recognize her. Quickly she darted past Amelia and into a nearby alleyway, almost crashing into Jack and Kayne as she did so. She stared at them for a moment, wondering if she should ask them for assistance in following the gunslinger but it happened to be just at that moment when Jack said she didn't ever want to see said gunslinger again. Well, there went that idea. She didn't have time to linger and decided it best to get a move on with her 'chase' after the gunslinger.

"Excuse me," she said as her body shifted once more.

Her clothes were replaced by black fur and her body's bones snapped and cracked as she changed. She had just barely finished changing before she bounded out of the alleyway after the Gunslinger. There was a crowd forming directly in her way and she quickly moved around them only to see a fountain in her way. She didn't slow, jumping onto the fountain's edge and nearly slamming into the man sitting there. She jumped over him at the last minute however, landing back on the ground to continue her sprint. She saw one of the girl's from the pub running quickly towards the fountain and Giselle almost stopped to see what was going on. She quickly reminded herself that the Gunslinger was most important. He knew the location of the Esper and after the commotion he placed outside it she had a feeling he didn't have good plans for the pub or its patrons. She slowed when she neared him, keeping a safe distance back, but she wouldn't be surprised if he noticed her following him. She wasn't trying to be discreet, her plan was to confront him after all.

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Jack smiled at Kayne before looking down. "Thanks... for all you've done. I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I can." She then pulled down her hood, feeling happier. "Well, I guess you're right. I guess I can wait until tomorrow to see my brother. For now, we'll just need to watch out for police and royals." She blinked and then smiled as his stomach growled. With spoke with a laugh. "We really need a meal. I think I saw a place on the way. As long as we don't reveal ourselves, we'll be fine anywhere."

Jack then took Kayne's hand, taking off at a run with the cape of her shroud waving in the wind. She laughed a bit, looking back at him and then letting go of his hand. "Keep up if you can!" She then looked straight, heading towards one of the things she had seen on her way to the Esper. She ran past the fountain with a laugh, seeing two, maybe three, people but ignoring them. She kept running, feeling as light as a feather. She finally stopped in front of a lit inn, slightly panting and waiting for Kayne. Once he caught up, she pulled some money from her pocket. "I'll pay."

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Kayne looked down at Jack and shrugged. "Oh, it was nothing." He smiled and used his hand to gently lift Jack's face, "As long as you aren't all depressed, I gotcha back." He removed his hand as Jack lifted her hood. He raised his eyebrow wondering what she was doing exactly. His stomach growled again, causing Kayne to lynch over a tad and place his hand over his stomach. "Yea, I have a feeling hunger will kill me before any royalty finds me." Kayne smirked abit, still feeling pretty crumby, and still having that cautious feeling about him. "Isn't that obvious?" He laughed a little and looked past Jack, just to make sure nobody happened to walk by.

Suddenly his hand was grabbed tight, and he was being dragged by Jack. "Huh, WAIT!" Next thing he knew, he was stupidly half running behind Jack as she dragged him along somewhere, hopefully a place that sold food. Then she suddenly let go and Kayne ended up skidding and flipping, ending up face first splattered on the ground. "Ow..." Kayne noticed that Jack was only playing and got up to follow her, he was running after her, hoping to catch up soon. "Deja Vu..." Kayne's face was a tiny bit red and was giving off a 'what the fuck' expression. One thing he did notice was Jack's carefree expression, "At least she's feeling better." He smiled abit and continued following her, until she stopped suddenly. It was so sudden that Kayne nearly ran into her, but decided to crash into a passerby. Kayne got up and offered his hand to the stranger and acknowledged Jack's offering. "That's great I'm so hungry!" He laughed and smiled, but noticed that the passerby wasn't just anybody.

It was probably the worst person Kayne could've ever run into, Dallan Magnus.

Dallan Magnus; Town Square - Side Street, Murandia

Dallan had dismissed the woman that sat nearby and began leaving the town square. Oddly enough he didn't notice the woman that bumped into him, "Hey! Watch it!" He hated the ignorance of the lowly peasants. Before he knew it that woman was poking his cheek, touching his arm, and feeling his hair. "Old hag stop it NOW!" He flailed his arm around as to strike the old woman, but she had found her way around his strike and behind him yelling; 'What are you doing?' Dallan didn't have time for the antics of piss ant peasants, he grew more and more angry as the woman egged him on. "Ignitio!" A fireball spawned in his hand, and he aimed it directly at the hag. "Begone! Or burn!" Dallan's facial expression was of pure rage, he wanted to simply ignite the old bat, but knew politics forbade it. Dallan decided it was best to just leave the hag. "Enflame!" Dallan struck the ground with the fireball immediately causing fire to surround the woman, "I swear on Emperor Erich's life, do not bother me again!" He immediately retreated around a few side streets, heading towards the palace.

"Dirty, disgusting, impudent, Fucking Rats!" Dallan was about to explode, his stride taking a more pissed appearance. He turned a few more corners and then smashed into another civilian. He gripped the man's hand used it to get up, and screamed at the man, "What the Fuck is wrong you GOD DAMN Civilians tonight!!!" He was seriously pissed off now. "You are all worthless pieces of tr-...!" At that moment he had taken a few moments to look at the man, Dallan's eyes burned with hatred now. "ALASTAIR!"

Dallan knew Alastair all too well; he was the pupil of Nicholas Flamel, his master's killer.

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