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Seth Ellis

"I will wait for an eternity for peace, quietness, and tranquility."

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a character in “The Infinity Realm”, as played by aarondalea

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Race
Human

Role
Patience

Gender
Male

Nickname(s)/Alias(es)
Seth// “As based on my name. But, of course, you can call me Firo. I hear he’s an anime character whom I have an uncanny similar appearance with… heard about him from a friend, and it stuck.” So, most people call him Firo, including Seth himself.

Age
19

Love Interest
None yet, at the moment.

Face Claim
Firo Prochainezo from Bacchano!

Sexuality
Pansexual// “I believe there is good and virtue in all.”




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APPEARANCE

Rather short for his age, at a solid 5’6, Firo has a rather slim build and sometimes comes off younger than he actually is. Firo barely has any muscle build on his body, and some say that he really is just skin and bones, with nothing between the two. Firo’s hair tends to be a light brown color, and he barely pays any attention to it which commonly results in the messy mop that he tends to walk around with. Of course, this doesn’t mean that Firo doesn’t take any baths- rather, Firo is somewhat of a clean-freak and takes showers two times a day.

His young appearance is further accentuated with his baby-like face, with slightly round cheeks and wide eyes. A grin is constantly on his face no matter what Firo does, and rarely is it replaced by a frown. Firo’s eyes are the same color as his hair, and his smile is constantly a blinding white. Well, his eyes seem to change color from time to time, though Firo himself never really notices. Some days, people may claim that his eyes are a pale gold, while on others a murky brown. With hands slightly big for his build, and rather large feet (at a size 10), Firo sometimes looks a bit awkward, but most cannot describe him with ‘awkward’ without rethinking their word choice. Firo exudes an aura of peace and tranquility but no one can really pinpoint how they feel this from the young boy.

Height
5’6

Weight
149 lbs

Build
Rather skinny and scrawny. Firo has almost no apparent muscle build on his body at all, and his ribcages are in plain sight whenever he takes off whatever he’s wearing on top. However, Firo’s skinniness doesn’t translate into some sort of starved look, but rather one of grace mixed with an animal-like agility.

Hair Color
Light brown

Eye Color
Dark amber to a light golden color// it depends on the day and the weather, or so Firo claims. He himself never paid much attention to the color of his eyes.

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
None at all.

Description[/font]
Mildly tall and rather light, Firo's body build leans towards a thin, lean sort of body type. The boy typically walks around with his back extremely straight, and to an extent has an air of forced propriety around himself. Firo tends to have a constant smile on his face, and rarely ever lets it slip. With a short hair cut, wide eyes, and a constant smile, Firo tends to look extremely relaxed and proper, and probably a bit younger than his actual age.




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MENTALITY

“I am very fine, thank you for the concern.”

Oddities
• OCD// The weird thing about Firo is, well, if he doesn’t close all the doors at night he just can’t sleep. The thought just nags away at his head like there is nothing else in the world more important than just closing doors. Otherwise, it’s the need to make sure that his handwriting looks as if it were printed rather than handwritten- if one letter doesn’t look standard, and then Firo would scrap the whole page and re-start. Firo sometimes thinks that his patience was developed due to his OCD; the actions of others seems almost easy to ignore or fix compared to the nagging voices in his head.


Skills
Writing//Calligraphy// Making friends with animals//Whistling//Cooking//Baking//Playing the flute//Aikido//Kendo//Daydreaming//Mimicking accents//Memorizing pieces from books and such//Shooting//Playing the violin//Gaming//

If Firo puts his mind to it, the boy can learn or remember about everything. If he puts something down, it’s not that Firo has given up or thinks the course/activity dull, but rather due to some physical deficit or social barrier that he cannot overcome. This includes giving up on ballet to take up hunting and shooting with his extremely masculine father. Or, such as his inability to float in water while trying to learn how to swim- his mother forcibly stopped Firo from learning how to swim after watching him almost drown 5 times (he later continuously went back to the pool behind his mother’s back and slowly learned how to swim).

Strength
Though Firo doesn’t look it, his hits pack a mean punch. This might have come from the training the boy has put himself to ever since his father exclaimed that: ‘You should act like a man, son!’

Power
Light Manipulation// This isn't limited purely to the manipulation of light waves as they travel through the air, no. This includes crystallizing light into tangible stones in the air, and having full control on these stones. Firo can not only create large enough crystals to damage people with, but can also make is so that the light particles travelling in the air turn into mist and attack people, slowly invading their systems until Firo tires out. While Firo can give areas light, he can take it away, create crystal barriers to protect himself; however, the limitation to his power is that first of all, the crystals are not strong. Rather, though one bullet shot may not be able to pass through the ice, two or three shots will. The crystals cannot be shot through metal and will only shatter if attempted. The light Firo can manipulate must be within his sight. He cannot wave his hands and manipulate all the light around him, but must make sure to use light particles that are in front of him and in his sight. Last, using his power will weaken Firo physically rather than mentally.

Likes
Baking//Cooking//Playing games (such as JOURNEY)//Listening to music//Playing the flute and violin//Browsing REDDIT//Taking photos//Singing//Writing short stories and poems//Reading fantasy novels//Reading his textbooks//Coffee//Rainy days//Solitude//Quietness//His parents//Slow, calm places//Lakes//His cat, Haru//Small rain//Fog

Dislikes
Noisy people//Noise//Traffic//Malls//Large carnivals//Clowns//Thunder//Lightning//Large storms//Television//Cinemas//Churches//Urban cities//Gyms//

Hobbies
• Whistling// Whenever Firo isn’t doing anything, he tends to whistle whatever tune comes to mind. Many times, Firo has spent more than two hours just sitting around, whistling whatever random tune in his mind, not doing anything. Sometimes, it is almost like a trance.
• Baking// Firo’s house tends to smell like a bakery. When he isn’t studying or working out, Firo is in his kitchen, baking whatever he has come across on the web. This happens quite frequently, actually, and Firo’s kitchen tends to be filled with pastries and other such goods that he himself cannot finish.
• Writing// In the study room at his penthouse in New Haven, Firo has a section dedicated just to his own pieces. This includes notebooks filled with scribbles of poems and jotted down ideas of short stories and novels, to full out novels written fully by hand. Though he has written many, Firo has never dared to actually publish anything he has written, claiming that they’re only mediocre, rather than best-seller quality.
• Playing with Haru// Within Firo’s (almost) fixed schedule, he manages to squeeze in a timeslot just for Haru. The boy will play around with the cat until time is up, and Firo loves to do so- playing with the fat black cat he had picked up from an abandoned cardboard box.


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Phobia(s)
• Clowns// It’s funny, really, but Firo tends to let out high pitched screams whenever he sees clowns. It’s nothing personal, really, except for that one time a clown scared Firo by popping a balloon directly over his head when the boy was barely 4 years old. Since then, the fear and hatred towards clowns within Firo has only grown in magnitude.
• Agoraphobia// Thankfully, within Firo this phobia hasn’t manifested any further into a panic disorder. However, whenever Firo is in areas with large amounts of people- such as within malls- the young boy tends to panic, but has never fainted just yet. His panic attacks don’t draw much attention except for a few glares and the worried voices of his parents.
• Astraphobia// Firo hates the sound of thunder. Whenever he hears thunder or sees lightning, Firo tends to just hide himself under his covers, or cover his ears and eyes with his hands or whatnot is available. When around people, Firo tries to cover his fear up as much as possible, but sweats a lot and tends to twitch whenever thunder booms.

Personality

What many people notice from Firo is his constant thirst for knowledge and this need for exploration. Most people find this part of Firo’s personality rather interesting as he sometimes comes off as an extremely mellow person, and tends to be rather introverted when people are involved with the activities he has to do. Whenever Firo seems to come alive is when there are no others involved with whatever Firo sets his eyes on perfecting.

With others, even with his parents, Firo tends to be extremely meek and kind. He rarely ever speaks up and tends to listen to what others say. Very few have been able to really open up Firo, including his deceased grandparents, and only these people know that Firo is actually an extremely humorous, fun-loving, and at times a bit pessimistic young boy. Rather than meek, Firo has a courageous personality that is marked by his willingness to try everything and anything and to stand up for others, including people he doesn’t know well.

Another characteristic of Firo’s that tends to stand out the most to others is his lack of anger. Even when they taunt the young boy, Firo rarely ever fights back and tends to just laugh and smile along with whoever is trying to pick a fight against him. Some people claim that they’ve never seen him angry and that he’s always extremely patient, even after, say, waiting in line for a certain item for an hour. His lack of anger and initiative sometimes stops Firo from obtaining things that he wants and from completing tasks. This includes from mundane things such as lining up and stopping others from cutting in front of him- rather, Firo sometimes invites others to cut him. Another time, Firo had planned a confession to a girl he liked and had waited for the girl all the way till 10 at night and clearly heard a boy confess to her, while he had gone up to chat with the girl. Rather than confessing himself, he decided that he could wait until the girl broke up with the boy and left rather hastily, only then noticing the large amounts of people that surrounded them.

But aside from all the awkwardness and paradoxes within Firo’s personality, Firo moves with a certain grace and agility that many can’t really pinpoint. Even when he talks, Firo seems to sound as if he were trained and had come from nobility rather than from a middle-income family. Firo himself doesn’t realize this yet, and his chivalrous attitude towards everyone continues to manifest rather than die out as the boy grows out of the awkwardness of adolescence.



BACKGROUND


Relationship Status
“Well, to tell you the truth, I haven’t had a girlfriend before? I don’t know, I mean, it’ll come with time.”

Family
•Father: Ronald Ellis// The European side of Firo’s family, born in Norway. The young man had grown up in Norway and had moved to America when he was young with his parents, taking up his formal education in the USA. The boy was found to be quite a genius and had powered his way through school until he finally ended up at Yale University. Ronald later threw aside everything related to society and his degree and went off to build a home in Alberta, Canada with his wife. Hard-headed and fool-hardy, the now 40-year-old man loves adventure and tends to enforce an extremely masculine image for himself. He has high expectations for his son and only wishes that Firo loses his shy demeanor.
• Mother: Hana Masamune// The Japanese side of Firo’s family, the young girl had made a name for herself at a young age and managed to somehow land herself a place in Yale University. There, she met the popular and, well, rather eccentric Ronald Ellis. The two later married and moved to Alberta, giving up on everything they had built for themselves in the financial world. Hana is characterized by her cool and composed demeanor, rather similar to her son’s, though she doesn’t have the under layer of anxiety and diffidence that Firo has at times.
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Personal History

Firo was born to the great economic gurus Ronald and Hana Ellis. Though his parents had a massive fortune and large economic assets the two, for some reason, the moment their son was born, decided to uproot themselves from the place they had long since established their home. From their penthouse in New York City on 5th avenue, the couple bought a large piece of property in Alberta, around three hours away from Calgary and commissioned for a house to be built. Surrounded by almost nothing but farmland, the Ellis’ lived in relative peace and tranquility. Their interaction with their neighbors stayed at a minimum as Ronald and Hana made sure to cut off most ties with other humans. Firo grew up with the two confused adults, slowly developing with them and adapting to the semi-rural, yet slightly urban lifestyle that the Ellis Mansion- or so his father liked to call it- had to offer. Along with fast wifi, Firo had horses to ride and cows to milk, televisions all over the house and warmed up toilet seats, to the natural alarm clock of the rooster’s call. It seemed as if the slow yet fast pace that surrounded Firo, and his early need to pick up and adapt to events around him, enforced the later personality he grew into.

Along with helping his father out with domesticating animals, hunting, and farming, Firo also received his education from his parents. After much deliberation, Hana and Ronald had decided to leave Firo’s education to themselves. They homeschooled Firo, downloading textbooks offline to teach Firo subjects from grade one all the way till grade twelve. However, Firo’s parents started to see a gradually growing aspect within Firo that they never thought they would see- a sort of diffidence that the both of them didn’t have. Alarmed, they sent Firo off to school, claiming that the boy needed companions from his own age range to help him ‘grow into a man’. Of course, Firo took this all calmly and with a smile, pacing along side his own parents with a stride of his own, decided pace. But, well, school didn’t really end well for the young Firo, and the boy ended up friendless for most of his four years at high school. Not only did he know all the information taught in class, he didn’t feel the urge and need to make friends with the other children in his classes. But Firo didn’t complain- rather, he thought that relearning the information he already knew could help root them better in his memory, and the way the teachers taught class was definitely more interesting than how his parents taught him before. But well, at least this was still within the rather unpopulated Calgary.

Like the rest of the people in his school, when the time came during his senior year, Firo applied for college. Just like his parents, Firo landed himself a place in Yale and immediately flew off to Conneticut, and lived by himself in the penthouse his parents had prepared for him. There, Firo slowly grew gradually more introverted, and his social anxiety increased in magnitude as the number of people around him increased to the point where Firo just felt lost. He didn’t know what to do anymore, and Firo couldn’t take it. Firo tried to live it out, and managed to do so for two years, but he couldn’t. Many times did the idea of dropping out of Yale come to his mind, but he couldn’t let his parents down, nor was it of his personality to do so. Thus, he left the world for ‘INFINITY’.




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OTHER

Why did Firo come to “INFINITY”? Well, Firo had wanted to find a place where he could live without the need to rush. He felt out of place with the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and the moment his parents had let him go to University, the young boy had felt nothing but loss and agitation. He couldn’t take the new feelings inside his heart anymore and had decided to escape, to retain who he was and to stay as he had been.

"Well, I suppose when you have weird parents you really just learn to go along with whatever is flung at your face, unless the going gets really hard."



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So begins...

Seth Ellis's Story

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Location: Underground the Graveyard of Fear
Time of Day: Morning (5:25 A.M.)
Three hours prior to the Gateway opening



"Almost show time~!" Whisper purred out, opening a rather small coffin that laid on a rotten wood table, a satin white sheet covering it just to keep the coffin 'safe'. He had periodically dug this coffin up throughout the years, almost as if he could never part with it. Whisper's smirk was ear to ear at this point as he stroked a large orb, it's insides nothing put pure black. A void of pure nothingness. His mission, his plan, was finally coming together perfectly. After thousands, millions of years, finally he had found the perfect subjects to bring to "Infinity". Ones that, no matter what they did, would eventually aid him in hi venture to gather all one-hundred and fifty pages. No matter if three were the only ones needed, his master desired all of them.

Whisper, since the moment the original four friends had even stepped foot in the realm, had always been watching. Always observing them for the slightest of flaws, cracks, as one would say. He needed ways to hit home, to make them stay. He found those ways, and within only about maybe a million or so years, maybe even less, all seven sins had finally gathered. Now the real show would begin.

As for the virtues, well, he had no apparent control over them. He simply was making an educated guess that they would just so happen to show up within three hours from now. Then, his beloved "puppets" would do his dirty work for him, with a little persuasion that those tiny, pathetic virtues would be their ultimate downfall without all the pages.

Oh how devious! Yes, absolutely devious! Once that was done, all he would have to do would b-

Crap, where had he put those papers? He needed to send those papers off to each one of the sins!... And Kouji. He couldn't forget Kouji. "Goddamn it..." Whisper hissed, gathering the papers he had put together about each Virtue, mainly just describing where each virtue would be located once the gateway would open. What they chose to do within the next hours or so would be up to them. Knowing Kouji, he'd mostly be on top of things, try and locate the largest group of his fellow 'comrades'... But wouldn't that ruin the fun of this all? Scribbling one more thing down on Kouji's paper he'd be receiving, it would direct him to the Ocean District. Now he was having fun. He grinned as he began rolling each separate piece of paper into a neat looking scroll, tied with a ribbon.

Chuckling, Whisper tightly gripped each copy, he climbed the wooden ladder, pushing the tombstone that hide the entrance to his lair aside, climbing out as he pushed it back into place, sealing that entrance. Without even a word, there were eight crows in front of him, each one in a matter of minutes having the ribbon tied around their necks and taking off to their designed targets.



Letter to the Sins

Hey! I thought you should know, but the Gateway is going to be opening soon. The rest of the virtues are coming. Perhaps, you would like their locations listed below? Good luck finding them before the others! Oh, and I'll send the virtue that has been right under your nose the entire time to one of you as well.

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer
Kouji - Diligence

~Yours truly,
Whisper




Letter to Kouji


Hey, the rest of the virtues will be showing up within an hour or two from now. I'll send them to the Ocean district, so wait there, okay? If their haven't arrived an hour from when you get this letter, then there might of been a slight complication, so you may need to go after them... Good luck Kouji, you'll need it for this. Here is the locations incase someone doesn't show up...

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer

~Your friend,
Whisper




Time of Day: Morning (8:25 A.M.)
The Gateway opening precisely now.



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Location: Business/residential
Time: 7:30AM
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'Mornings suck' was all Freya could think as she sat at her desk looking over papers for the days tasks. This person needs supplies from another region, that place needs a permit to build a new home. There was a few requests for marriage and Freya wasn't sure why in the name of all the sins they needed to ask HER to allow them to be married. She was going to deny them just because they asked. Served them right for wasting time sending in a pointless request. She could not care less who married who.

TAP TAP TAP

Sighing and putting down her stack of papers Freya glanced at her window. A bird. Great. She stood and allowed the creature to stick it's head in through the window. Of course it had a message on it and Freya prayed to whatever powers there were that it wasn't from Whisper.

Her title should have been "The Sin of Bad Luck" because sure enough it was a message from dear Whisper.

Hey! I thought you should know, but the Gateway is going to be opening soon. The rest of the virtues are coming. Perhaps, you would like their locations listed below? Good luck finding them before the others! Oh, and I'll send the virtue that has been right under your nose the entire time to one of you as well.

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer
Kouji - Diligence

~Yours truly,
Whisper


"Great. Just freaking great." Freya sighed again and contemplated replying to him telling him exactly where he could shove these virtues. Unfortunately, it seemed that her deal required her to participate in whatever the 'man' was planning. Plus if she didn't at least try to gather up the virtues than the other sins would probably be disappointed in her and cause a fuss and it would make her seem like this huge failure and -- She took a deep breath and glared at the bird. "Go home." The thing cawed once before taking off.

The other things would have to wait. She got dressed and prepared to face the day with a blank expression. She left the room wondering how the hell she was going to figure out who "patience" was and exited the building. People were bowing and saying morning greetings as she passed them in the street. Once, when asked, gave her the time at roughly 8 am. Well. She had time at least to find where the Gateway was. Maybe when this was all finished she would pay Rae a visit and play a card game or something.

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Location: Near Yale University, Connecticut
Time: 09:23




Seth woke up and looked around, large bags under his eyes. He hadn’t been able to sleep for days, and today was the first time Seth had been able to fall asleep. Stretching, Seth looked out of his window to see the movements of people going to work, pushing and shoving one another impatiently to get to stores, metros, buses, amongst other means of transportation. Seth disliked the general movement of cities. He couldn’t stand it, really- it was all too quick for him. For a person who liked to just sit back and enjoy- well, the city just wasn’t the right place to stay at.

Getting up from his comfortable perch on a chair beside his window, Seth walked over to the bathroom and closed the door shut, softly. He surveyed his reflection in the mirror. I look so tired… Seth thought, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin and touching the bags that were underneath his eyes. And it’s only been 20 days into the new school term… He had changed- it was obvious he had. Seth never remembered seeing himself so haggard and lost, his emotions etched on every surface of his face. He had tried to go to school- he had! Moving along with the surges of students rushing from the classrooms into the halls, waiting patiently for class to start, patiently lining up for whatever he wanted to get- but it was as if everyone else lived on a different set of rules. No one waited for him to finish with his business- no one cared if Seth was trying to, say, line up to pay for a bagel. No. It was a ‘one man for his own’ world, and Seth wasn’t a part of this world.

And I’ve had enough. This thought scared him- it really did. He had never thought this thought ever before. His mind would also travel between ‘let’s pick up this task!’ and ‘let’s finish this task!’. Never before had Seth given up on anything. It was against his character and it was against his teachings. But, anyways, he had found a way to retain himself. A way to make sure that he did not change anymore and would be able to preserve whom he was for a longer period of time.

Turning on the faucet one last time, Seth watched the water surge from the tap and out, gurgling down the sink and away from sight. Splashing a bit of water on his face, Seth reached forward and grabbed some shaving cream. He lathed it onto his chin and used his other hand to pick up his razor, gingerly, and shave the stubble that had formed. I need to return to who I was. I need to. Splashing water again on his chin and rinsing his razor, Seth looked at himself in the mirror once more and nodded, smiling weakly before turning away and walking out of the bathroom. He didn’t need to change- he had yesterday night, at 1 in the morning, as a means of preparation.

He surveyed the room one last time and nodded slowly. It was time. He would miss his home, and he would miss his parents even more. Picking up his bag from a large black leather chair in the living room, he zipped it open and checked its contents one more. Didn’t forget anything. He zipped it again and put it on, looking at the large door in front of him with confidence blazing in his eyes. This is it. He turned the knob and took a step forward, perpetual darkness suddenly enveloping him as he took another step, away from his old life.






Location: Business District




Another step brought light- and noise. A lot of noise. The noise that Seth had been surrounded by- choked by- while back at Connecticut. Opening his closed eyes, a familiar sight flooded Seth’s senses as horror slowly filled him. This was not a new sight- not a new one at all. It didn’t mirror his wish, nor did it fulfill his dreams.

Why?!

Turning around rapidly, Seth watched with horror as weird humanoid things moved around, past him, and to the tall, glass buildings that towered on all sides. The figures pushed against him, rushing against each other and time to get to whatever destination they wished to arrive at.

Seth took a deep breath. This wasn’t Earth- this wasn’t his home. This was something new. There was a possibility that this was different; this planet held a sort of hope for Seth. He struck out on a moderate pace, walking in a random direction on the street he was on, hope and forced complacency in his heart.

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Location: Business District

Time: Roughly 9:45 AM

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It had been nearly two hours since she left her home to walk around and find this kid. She wasn't given any sort of hint as to what she was looking for, no gender, no age estimate, nothing. Just look for a human. 'Swell. I could be here for hours picking through spirits to find one human.' Freya sighed and leaned against a wall with a tired groan. This was taking far too long. Why did she agree to this silly thing? It was all Whispers idea anyway. Okay sure the other Sins had gone along with it...mostly. But why did they have to expect her to do this as well? What was she even meant to do when she found the Virtue? Question them? Imprison them? Kill them? Give them to Whisper? She had no idea. Nibbling her lip she realized she should have paid more attention at the last "family gathering" instead of contemplating whether Angle was as good in bed as some claimed him to be. The ones who survived anyway. Wouldn't that be a way to die eh? Talk about going out with a bang.

Freya blinked multiple times before her brain brought her out of her thoughts enough to register human and she set off in pursuit of the creature she very nearly missed. She hadn't seen a human in a very, very long time. Once it was in her sights again she determined that it was a he and he wasn't walking very fast. He had a bag and she estimated that he was around her height, though walking behind him she couldn't put a guess on his age. Putting aside any questions she had in her mind she decided to simply follow him for the time being and see if he had anything planned because it appeared as if he was wandering aimlessly.

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Location: Business District

Time: Roughly 9:45 A.M.



His legs had taken Seth virtually nowhere as the tall glass buildings continued as far as Seth could see. The wandering things had also not decreased in number, either, and continued to push and shove one another into the respective buildings that lined the road. At least there are no cars here… Seth thought, turning his head left and right as his eyes took in the scene around him. Due to the novelty and, well, newness of the place Seth was in, the social dread and fear had not sunk in yet. For once, Seth was not shaking with fear while walking through a city. Exhilaration and questions filled his mind as he watched the local denizens of the place he was in scurry around. Some tall, some short, some cute and some ugly; all looked unique and different- and definitely not ‘human’. But who am I to judge? He thought while staring at a particularly tall, red looking jelly with five legs.

Shaking his head, he continued to walk along the main road Seth had found himself on when he first entered this world. He had long since lost whatever sense of time he had on Earth, as his clock had gone haywire the moment he had stepped out of his room. Looks as if it’s pretty early, though…and not much time has passed most likely. Seth surveyed the sky, unaware that he was surrounded by other objects, before bumping straight on into a blue looking fawn. “Watch it!” It-he?- blurted, before rushing away, visibly angry. “I-I’m very sorry!” Seth whispered back, a blush rushing onto his face. His breathing quickened as spots appeared in his eyes; Seth crouched down as he tried to ignore the glares and stares that he felt on his back. No, I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I won’t have an attack here- no, I’m fine. He rocked back and forth on his heels, hands blocking his two ears from the sounds of feet hitting the floor. No one stopped to help him.

Seth got up after a while after his breathing was under control, and his head not as faint. I need to get out of here. Looking around, Seth swallowed the bile in his throat before nodding absentmindedly, encouraging himself. Walking up to a rather slow hamburger-looking thing, Seth opened his mouth and closed it again. The hamburger looked at him with five inquisitive eyes. “Yes?” It croaked out, a tinge of annoyance in its voice. Quickly backing away, Seth shook his head and ran away, his legs carrying him quickly through the crowd. Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. This won’t do.

He came to a stop and looked around himself once more. Everything was still the same. Nothing was around him beside tall, blue glass buildings and crowd after crowd of weird things. I need to ask where to get out of here, quick. I can do this; I definitely can! I- I can. This time, he chose someone that looked more human. A lady with slightly pink hair and a rather kind smile- actually, she looked the most human in the whole crowd besides Seth. “M-Miss?” Seth asked, peeking at the lady’s face before looking down again, a blush once again creeping across his cheeks. “I-“ He took a deep breath, “I was wondering where I could probably leave this city?” A slightly more confident smile crossed Seth’s face as he looked at the lady in front of him, proud that he had been able to say a full sentence without bolting away. There was something about this lady that drew Seth’s attention, not in the romantic way- not that she wasn’t pretty!- but there was something else about her aura that drew Seth in.

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She followed him for a while, wondering if he had any idea where he was heading or if he meant to simply wander around the world until he figured something out. 'He IS the virtue of Patience, he might be planning just that.' Freya scoffed. He clearly wasn't going to survive long in this world. Then again, it didn't seem as if any of the virtues would. Unless they made a deal like the Sins did. 'Crap, I didn't think of that. If I have to go and ask that damn Whisper for information I am going to impale myself on a freaking swo--' Freya stopped thinking and walking as it appeared the human had gotten into some form of trouble. A small sound, hardly even a breath of a giggle was let out as he waked into one of the spirits. It was a blue one too; the blue ones were always the quick tempered ones. It looked like she might have to step in before the thing just glared and took off. Shrugging and putting her hands in her pockets she figured it must have been in a hurry to pass up a fight.

The human didn't look good. The spirits around him were all reacting to his interaction with disdain. Perhaps he had bumped into a higher class spirit? Whatever the reason, the human ended up crouched on the ground and rocking back and forth with his hands over his ears. Freya thought back to the distant memories, trying to recall what to do when a human behaved this way. It looked like he might be on the verge of a panic attack. But none of the spirits were attempting to consume him, not even close. He soon stood back up and the beings around him continued on with their days, some bowing as they passed her. She ignored them and narrowed her eyes at the wobbly human. He tried to converse with one that survived off eating weaker beings. 'What the bloody hell is this kid even doing?' He backed up into the crowd again and Freya chuckled this time. He was an amusing creature, perhaps the others would let her keep him around for entertainment. Oh that would be fun. She could have a human pet; she'd be free from being bored for a while at least. Rae might find amusement in it as well, considering how much he loved games. She smiled at the thought and froze when her eyes focused.

"M-Miss?" Freya could feel her eyes widen a bit and her mouth flattened into a line. 'Oh dear god it's not speaking to me is it? What am I meant to freaking say? What if it expects me to feed it? I don't remember what humans eat! Should I take it to Fourth? No...wait Fourth would just eat him. Well it would be entertaining at the very lea--' The human had said something and Freya missed it. She blinked a few times while he seemed to be waiting for a response and she frowned.

"What...?" He had a confident smile on his face. Strange considering he nearly became a meal in the streets just a few moments before. Once she registered what it was he had actually said, Freya took her hands out of her pockets and ran one of them through her hair. "Oh. Leave the...city. Right." She stared at him for a moment and chewed her lip. She had no idea what she was meant to do now. She knew that he needed to be kept in a place where they could watch him. But she didn't really want him trashing her home. She grumbled and tried to rub away the beginning of a headache. "Yeah. Yeah okay come on follow me. Are you going to handle being in that crowd again or would you prefer a quieter route?" The words were out before she even had a chance to process them.

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Freya let him speak and bumble around with a look of almost wonder on her face. He seemed to be trying to come across as confident and collected and yet something, 'I'm guessing the crowds', seemed to be making him clearly unsettled. After he cleared his throat and seemed to gather himself Freya removed the expression off her face. She hadn't realized she had even made an expression. 'Looks like I'm slipping. Perfect. She sighed and grabbed his sleeve while walking fairly quickly, ensuring that he followed closely until they passed through the edge of the crowd they had been standing at. About ten steps away from the crowd she let go and slowed down a fraction. 'Should I feed him? Should I take him to Whisper? I can't just let him wander around, anything could happen and I will most likely be held accountable for it. How many years has it been since I've even seen a human? Huh. I ... I can't really remember.

Biting her lip she turned to examine him while walking down the street. He had asked her a question and she thought back to what it was. 'Oh, a name. Right. Do I say my title? Do I have a title? Some of the spirits call me Lady. Some call me Mistress. But I suppose you don't really introduce yourself with your title...do you?' A few creatures passed them and bowed as they looked at her but Freya simply looked forward to glare at the ground. Why had she been given the task of interacting with someone? Whoever was in charge was going to be fed to Xan as soon as she figured it out. "Uhm. Freya. You can call me Freya....Seth." Talking to him felt strange. Most of the creatures in this world either considered themselves a higher rank than her or looked up to her in fear or respect. Either way they never just talked. Except the other sins but then who really tried to carry a conversation with them anyway? Every single one of them was bat shit crazy. Freya chuckled before she could stop herself and cleared her throat to ignore it. "Do you...are you hungry er no um. Do you know why you're uh...here?" 'Great way with words I have don't I? Damn I don't know what I'm doing. I'm losing patience with this job already. Funny considering this guy is supposed to be Patience.' "Do you know what you're going to do Seth? Wandering around without a plan could get you killed or enslaved. Whichever you deem to be a worse fate." Or you know, he could stay and be subjected to her awkward way of interacting. She seemed to be doing a swell job at it. He was going to take off and she would have to hunt him down and the family members would be disappointed and Samuel would start yelling and swearing and then she might have to actually fight someone to get this kid back and all because she didn't even know what she was meant to do and--

Her fingers had been twirling in her hair and now her middle finger was caught in a tangle. Freya stopped walking and stood blinking at the ground for a few seconds. Why was her mouth open? Had she been speaking out loud again? She hoped not. Grinding her teeth Freya freed her finger from her hair and shook her head to compose her thoughts. She wasn't going to fail at...whatever this was. She would let everyone look down on her and be disappointed in her. People were expecting her to do something and she was going to figure out what and excel at it no matter what it took.

"I apologize Seth, for my awkwardness and rudeness. I have not even seen another human for...a very long time." There. That was a good start. Saying sorry for being a weirdo. Great. Freya sighed again and continued walking towards her home. Maybe he would follow. Maybe she would have to have Xan help her track him down. Maybe he would get eaten by Fourth. Who knows.