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Thomas Aefenleoht

"Would you like to see the ultimate Fan Service?"

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a character in “The Magic Hunters of Valderia”, originally authored by Nightblazer, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

“I assure, you, this show won’t disappoint, my dear fans. Fan Service is my motto, after all.”

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Name: Thomas Aefenleoht
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human (Solarian)

Physical Description: Stands at about 5’8”, which is a bit shorter than the average Solarian, but he cares little. Thomas has a cross-shaped scar upon his face, and is somewhat lightly toned with muscle. He wears pale yellow formal clothes, which are so unbelievably fancy that they speak volumes about his ego. His hair is short, but spikes out erratically.

Skin color: Lightly tanned—rather unusual for a Solarian, though, but then again, Thomas’ choices in aesthetics are…rather eccentric, to say the least.
Hair color: Supposed to be golden blond, but he dyed most of it dark red, leaving only the front portion its original color. Why he did this was apparently also part of his “Fan Service”.
Eye Color: Red irises, though some say they could see his left eye going purple at various points…

Occupation: Performer. He puts on shows using life-sized dolls that dance around the stage and act out dramas (though he needs help with dramas if voices are required, because he’s not the best voice actor).

Bio: The middle of three brothers, Thomas Aefenleoht took an interest in theater arts at a young age. Seeing a fantasy world on a stage always seemed magical and dream-like to him, and he quickly decided he wanted to try and imitate that.

Though his parents and older brother did not approve at first, they eventually gave in and allowed him to start trying out for drama clubs and take classes on the theater. Eventually, Thomas decided he wanted to try out puppet shows, but to his delight, when he discovered his magic, he realized just how well he could control those dolls…and the rest is history.

Nowadays, Thomas travels around Valderia, and has many, many admirers and fans. He always greets them happily and enthusiastically, and puts on his best performance no matter what. Thanks to him, the Aefenleoht family has become rather rich, and Thomas’ success rate does not seem to be dropping any time soon.

On an unrelated note, the other Aefenleoht siblings have rather strange interests as well. Thomas’ younger brother, Michael, is a rather obsessive history nut, and uses his Earth Magic in tandem with some artifacts he found to bring them to life. His older brother, Chris, is more interested in the stars and traversing other planets, and is currently working (and not doing well) on a craft capable of space travel.

Home Nation: Solarian Empire
Home City: Aberconway

Personality: Always standing tall and proud, Thomas is very popular amongst people various tribes for not only his brilliant and mysterious performances, but also his attitude. Rather than greeting and speaking to each and every one of his fans as though they are simply admirers, he instead talks to them in a warm and casual voice, as though he is speaking to his own family.

Almost always without fail, Thomas makes his way to every outing on time (unlike a certain over-popular singer his friends convinced him to see in his childhood that showed up three hours late to a concert on a school night), and appears at every special event he can. Perhaps his almost-constant bragging about his “Fan Service” is justified, as such. Of course, he has the tendency to act rather childish at times when someone is “ruining” his performances, and is very prideful of his puppets and popularity.

Lately, however, people have noticed that he’s been acting rather frustrated and sad at times, but when they ask him, he simply puts his public face back on and waves off their concern, insisting he is alright.

Likes: Puppets (of course), tea, complex yet small machinery, trying on excessively fancy clothes, impressing/pleasing his fans, making more puppets
Dislikes: Physics, astronomy, people who just won’t shut up while he’s performing, people who insult his puppets, generally anything that “ruins” his Fan Service

Skills and Abilities:
Non-Combat: Has a fair amount of knowledge of mechanical engineering and sewing, as he needs these skills to keep his puppets and their adornments in good condition.
Combat: Is good at acrobatics and somewhat fast, allowing him to get out of range of attacks.

Equipment & Weapons: Thomas has amassed a collection of many puppets of wood, cloth, and metal over the years. Despite being for performances only, they are surprisingly durable, and are very life-like, allowing him to imitate humans with little difficulty. He also has a bracelet with a violet gem, which he mainly uses to communicate with his family, instead of using phones or mail. However, it also serves the purpose of augmenting his magic from an outside source.

Other than that, there has reportedly been a rather frightening-looking miniature horse in his studio that is made out of parts of humanoid dolls. Why he would have such a grotesque puppet is anyone’s guess, but perhaps there is more to this performer than what he shows on stage…

Magic: No one is quite sure what Thomas’ magic is, but all that is known is that he uses it to control his puppets’ movements without actually touching them, or having strings attached, or anything, really. He appears to be able to control up to 5 puppets at one time with rather life-like motions; they even are capable of acting as soldiers for him, being able to handle weapons such as swords and spears.

So how does he do it? Well, if you ask him, he’ll simply wink and state “That, my dear friend, is a trade secret. Were I to tell it to you, there would be no more meaning to my Fan Service.”

So begins...

Thomas Aefenleoht's Story

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June 21--10:23 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


"Ah, the Summer Solstice Festival. Brings back memories, eh?"

Two young men--one with bizarre-looking blonde and dark red hair, as well as pale yellow formal clothes, and the other with pink hair and red clothes of the same style--were walking through the streets of Kergstien, taking in the sights of the festival. At the moment, the pink-haired one, who seemed to be the younger of the two, gave a small smile and nodded. "If only we could enjoy it like we could eight years ago." Here, his smile faded into an annoyed look as he shifted his gaze to the other man. "Not that we will be able to do so, once your fans start swarming us."

The other man returned a smile, but his was much more laid back. "Oh, don't be like that, Michael. You can't be putting your interests above so many other people's. This is a public event, you know."

Michael sighed, fingering some kind of tribal mask souvenir that he had picked up at some point. "Well, you could stand to put your fans aside for one day at least, and give your family some of that 'Service' you pride yourself upon..." Noticing a vendor giving out ice cream, he nudged the other man and motioned towards said vendor. "Pardon me for a moment. I'll get some of that stuff, alright?"

Thomas Aefenleoht sighed and shrugged. "Whatever. You know my favorite flavor already." After rolling his eyes at Thomas' behavior, Michael quickly bought the ice cream and handed one of the bowls to his older brother. "So. I'll be heading to the center square very soon, and putting on a show for my fans. You'll be proceeding with our...business, I assume?"

After a bit of hesitation, Michael nodded, looking a bit less sure of himself. "Yes. I'll scope out people with any notable magic abilities at that time. Just...do your best today, alright?" Raising a hand in farewell, he started down a different street. But Thomas had noticed his younger brother's rather odd behavior, and let out a rather somber-sounding sigh. He figured Michael wasn't up to doing this kind of task...really, who could blame him? Their motives were far from just and honorable.

"Look! There he is! It's Thomas!"

In a few moments, Thomas found himself surrounded by numerous fans--they were around his age, mostly. In a flash, the solemn look on his face disappeared, and he was signing autographs with a warm smile on his face. "Of course! Fan Service is my motto, after all!" he chuckled as he accepted another person's request for his signature.

It wasn't long before he had reached the center square. Thomas quickly found the familiar dark purple box near the center of the square. The box was engraved with a crest that featured three lightning bolts bursting upward from one point at the bottom of the crest in a manner reminiscent of fire. Clapping his hands together before raising them above his head, he caused the box to unfold, and soon, a number of life-sized dolls in rather fancy clothes flew out around the performer.

"Well then, everyone! Thank you for coming today!" he called over the fans' voices, trying hard not to look at where he thought he could see Michael. "As promised, I will be beginning the Fan Service right now!"

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Seraphina placed her hand on the child's broken arm. She closed her eyes and focused her energy to flow through the tips of her fingers and into the child's small limb. He had been running around playing with some of the other Solarian children at the playground next to the fair when he had fallen off the top of the slide and landed on his arm, breaking it; according to his mother. "Shhhhhhh. Look wanna see something Cool?" Seraphina said soothingly to the boy as she lifted up her free hand and moved her fingers in a twinkling motion. After a few moments of waiting, Seraphina's hand started to glow with a beautiful white light, then she clenched her fist tightly, waiting for a moment then...opened her hand and out came light that took the form of doves flying away. She smiled as the boy and the mother gasped and watched in awe. 

While performing the little trick, Seraphina was able to heal the broken arm quicker with the boy's attention on something else and made him feel calmer and less stressed. Although the boy and mom hadn't realized that the hand on the boy's arm was also illuminated and sending a relaxing new flow of energy into the boy's arm, helping his natural body kick up the process of healing itself. Sera still having her hand on the boy, managed to keep a bird in her palm and brought it closer to the boy letting him touch it. As he laughed, she lifted the bird up and sent it into the sky. 

Seraphina sighed happily and smiled taking her hand off of the boy's arm and saying, "Well your arm should be good as new. I'm sorry that took longer than i anticipated..." Sera stood up and whispered to the mother, "It only took longer because we had to calm him down, he seemed incredibly worked up." She then turned back to look at the boy. " But nothing we couldn't fix, hm?" 

She placed her hand gently on his head, before accepting the thanks from the mother and son, then taking her leave. She had come to search for the GHMO tent. Seraphina had been told to sign up for a party after getting accepted as a member of the GHMO. She walked around searching for the company's tent when she heard a bunch of crazy, happy screaming. She walked towards the noise and saw a man who was much taller than herself and had spikey yellow and red hair. He wore a royal looking outfit and was signing autographs...'How is he famous if I've never heard of him.' Sera thought to herself and giggling, ' Maybe I am too old.' 

She looked back at the flyer that she had found on the streets a few days ago and looked around some more hoping that not all of the spots were taken up.

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June 21--10:32 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


The puppets whirled around in front of Thomas as he continued to guide them with nothing but his gestures, a huge smile on his face. It was times like this, where he was devoting all his thoughts and energy to his Fan Service, when he felt most happy, because he could forget about all the things he didn't want to about while he was doing so. No need to worry about his mission or its consequences, all he needed to do was keep his fans happy and laughing, as a number of younger fans approached.

From a tree, Michael was watching his brother's performance while scanning the area. Seeing his brother so happy made the pink-haired boy feel better as well, because just as Thomas had been worrying about how Michael would cope, Michael had been worrying about Thomas for the same reason. Of course, Michael only could spare a few seconds to look at Thomas' show, because he had to return to his own duty and keep gazing out across the people in the square.

Suddenly, there was the sound of gunshots, startling both brothers and most of Thomas' fans, and they all looked in one direction to see a crazy man--Teker, it seemed--shouting at his cat about how his pet now owed him a radio. "What in tarnation...?!" Michael spun around in that direction and nearly caused himself to fall out of the tree in the process, but he managed to catch a branch just in time. Lifting himself back into position, he raised his right hand, and the pink gem upon the bracelet on his wrist flashed.

At the same time, Michael's left eye flashed, changing to a bright orange color. Narrowing his eyes, he looked in the direction of that man, and was immediately taken aback. "That man...! His magic signature is strong!" he murmured to himself. But his eyes also fixated on the "statue" of a woman standing next to him, holding a poorly-written sign advertising a magic-hunting guild, for its magic signature was also quite notable. Was it actually a statue? He had to go check. Jumping down from the tree, he passed a hand over his left eye, which reverted to its original emerald green color, and started walking towards the booth.

Thomas, for his part, was extremely annoyed when his fans were also gaping at the sight of the man. "Goddammit, there goes my Fan Service," he muttered, before doing his best to try and attract the fans' attention again.

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Maleki


Maleki had already made his way through a handful of stall, some selling trinkets and goods while other sold food, drinks and sweets. The smells of all the food had pulled at him and he could not help but have a bit, he had to admit that the food was rather good for human fare. The crowd flowed around him and the stalls, most people moving at a far quicker pace then he himself was. When it came to his job hunt he had so far had little luck, other than an apple merchant looking for some manual labor, nothing really caught his attention as a good option. The square was full of humans of all sizes, both little and big, most of them engaging in the celebrations of whatever this festival was about. At least Maleki hoped that it was a festival, it seemed insane for any group to have a celebration like this more than a few times a year. You had children running left and right, merchants shouting towards people about the good they were selling, a couple fools entertaining people. A rather large group of people were even gathered around a man playing with what looked like dolls. Maleki even bothered to stop by for a moment, watching as the dolls danced around under the control of a yellow haired human, judging from the smile on the man’s face he was enjoying both the attention he was receiving as well as the performance he was giving. He moved on after a moment though, he enjoyed a good show himself but he wanted to see what he could find.

The sound of gunshots broke through the crowd, a sound that was all too familiar to Maleki. Instinctively his hand moved towards his blade on his back, pulling it slightly from its scabbard as his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the source of the sound. He had been on high alert since going on the run, as such the sounds of violence immediately put him on edge. What he saw though put him quickly at ease, instead of an opponent that he would need to fight he simply saw a human having discharged his weapon into some sort of machine. What did catch his attention the most though was the fact that the man was talking, or rather yelling, towards a rather large stone woman. Some variant of earth elemental in all likely hood, Maleki had run into a pair of who had left an impression, on his backside, in the shape of a boot. His uncle had even lectured him on the nature of elementals a few times, well to be specific the lectures were more his uncle talking about all the different varieties of elementals that he had run into before.

After a moment Maleki began moving again, the sight of a troll with a partially drawn weapon staring intently towards the other side of the square had caused a number of people to take notice, with a grunt he released his blade and letting it slide back into its sheath as he began walking again. It was only a few moment later that the celebrations picked back up in full again, the slight confusion quickly vanishing as people got back to what they were doing. Maleki made his way through the crowd, stopping at one or two more stalls before making his way towards the gun shooting human and earth elemental. At this point the statue was holding a sign advertising some sort of hunting group, the almost barbaric scrawl on it made it rather difficult to read. The idea of a hunt was rather appealing to him.

It took him a few moment to wade his way through the crowd before he got to the booth, from this distance he could better make out the words on the sign, a magic hunting party sounded rather interesting. From what he knew they were able to make rather large amounts of money and more importantly they were kept on the move most of the time which sounded rather good to Maleki since he wanted to avoid staying in one place. He studied the two people at the booth. The earth elemental was obviously female, large and stone-like which had been rather obvious even from the other side of the square, she was waving towards people which seemed rather odd for someone of such great size, yet her stone flesh moved easily through the motions. The human was rather odd himself, he wore his black hair and a ponytail in addition to a rather plain looking trench coat except for the long patch that seemed to mark some sort of organization. The man seemed like the sort who was a rater old campaigner, the type of person who instead of becoming hard and powerful had become complacent and easy going. Maleki could not help but scowl a little at it, he did not seem like the type of person who would make for a good employer, but it still seemed like a better option than the apple merchant. Moving in front of the he approached the booth, walking forward he placed his hand on the counter before the man, his eyes surveying the place slowly as he spoke. “What work do you have bossman?”

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~Fera ((That is her actual name. The display name was a typo.))



With swiftness and almost cunning accuracy, a small figure in a cloak almost danced through the crowd. The cloak's back bore a relatively unknown emblem of a violet rose, stretching throughout the center of the back it fluttered as it's hooded bearer moved quietly. The most anyone could fully see was from the nose to the neck, which revealed a rather soft looking face, silky skin, tender lips, and a bit of black hair which shined in the sunlight a ebony colour. The figure, though mostly hidden by the cloak, showed a seemingly light and nimble frame, along with how the bow on the back of the cloaked being was unbent and looked rather loose. Not to say that it would easily fall off the being's shoulders, but the black and silver bow sat without much holding it down, next to the wood of the bow, was it's respective quiver which tightly gripped the frame's shoulder-straps, which also housed the staff of the now seemingly adventurer. Yet in the crowd, the figure was rather out of place, it was a sunny, and fairly warm day, or at least a day in which cloaks wouldn't be worn. But the figure, which moved gracefully as if it were just a phantom kept weaving through the crowd. As if it were running from something, which it wasn't. The figure just wanted to get where it was less crowded as fast as possible. At least, until gunshots were heard from the center of the festival.

Hearing the shots clear as day, the figure paused, a gentle breeze caught the figure's hood, and it fell back onto her shoulders, soon a pair of what seemed to be rabbit ears popped up half-way, to the shock of a few people in the crowd, the figure was a kindred, named Fera Rainglore. She didn't know which way to run, towards the sounds, or away. Before even thinking about where she would run, she moved. Now ever quicker towards the gunshots, Fera used her abilities to her advantage. Dancing and gracefully moving around the fleeing humans and what-have-you, not even thinking now of the danger she might be in. She stopped, looking into the courtyard, glancing with her long-distance eyes trying to find out what had happened. At least until she saw the puppets. Fera had never like puppets, and today was no acceptation. Freezing in seeming fear, she watched the puppets, before acting. She charged to the puppet master and spoke in a soft, yet soothing voice,

"E-excuse me.." she said to the man whom had an odd assortment of hair colours, red, orange, blonde, what colour wasn't the man's hair, "Could you... Please put the puppets away? I don't mean to offend. But they offend and scare some people..." she stopped, her voice was never really loud, she hoped that the man heard her, though she eyed the table that had quite the bunch by it, she was intrigued, but wanted to handle the puppets first.

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(You can edit Fera's display name, you know. I recommend doing it soon.)

June 21--10:33 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


While Michael was approaching the booth of the Magic Hunter, he saw a goblin and a troll both go up, asking to join. Well, they're attracting a rather interesting crowd... A bit more intrigued, Michael continued to approach, glancing at the "statue" once again. He still was rather interested in it, but it was best to keep his mind on his goals now. But it was clear now that it--no, she--was alive, and so just in case, he kept a meter away from the rock giant.

Walking past the troll and the goblin, he went up to the crazy man in the trenchcoat, silently praying said man had a bit more sanity than in his first impression, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, but do you think you could give me a few details on your business?" As the pink-haired boy spoke, he raised his left hand and pointed it directly at the sign that the "statue" was holding. "For example, do you have a plan yet for where to start with your magic hunting? A location, perhaps, that you'll be searching first? And when will you be setting off?"

Hopefully it was somewhere close by, or started quite a bit later, for classes went on for one more week, and Michael didn't want to play hooky.

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Just as Thomas managed to get his fans' attention back, he suddenly was interrupted again by a bunny girl landing directly next to him and distracting him, causing the puppets to falter in their movements.

The performer was very annoyed. This was the second time in a row that his show had gotten interrupted, and his fans probably were already starting to wander. He had to end this matter quickly and get on with the show somehow...but how?

"I'm, ah, very sorry to hear you do not feel comfortable with my performance. But unfortunately--" here Thomas gestured to the fans, who were watching him with anxiety and impatience, causing him to worry even more. "--I think you'll find I have quite a few admirers who have been enjoying my performance. So, greatest apologies, but I cannot stop now."

Turning away, he prepared to start up the show, desperately praying that he would not be interrupted a third time.

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Alumaruk had just entered the area of the square dominated by booths when she heard the shots. They came from somewhere across the crowd of people, near an odd puppet performance. Alum paused with the people that crowded around her. There was a collective gasp, then the still silence of halted breath. Before Alum had even properly identified the location of the shots and their purpose, activity rushed back into normalcy. She assumed it was a human trick, or a performance.

Guns weren’t a popular orc weapon. Alum herself carried a walking staff made of white bone and a curved blade on her hip. Killing from a range was disrespectful to the enemy and Fazok. Only animals were hunted with bows, and those were just the fast ones. If someone handed Alum a gun that could kill all her enemies, she would drop it and choose to slowly and meticulously bludgeon them all with her staff.

Alum gripped her staff and took a closer look at the people who swarmed around her. They wore rich clothes of many hues, and draped themselves in twisted gold and silver chains. They gleamed and glittered like strange birds. Amongst them, Alum looked bland. She wore only tan and white cloth skirts, with a belted tan shirt. Her armor was inside the pack slung over her shoulder, but even it was scarce and unappealing. Her armor was tanned leather hide that fit around her vital parts. She wasn’t sure if it would even prevent damage from some of the advanced weapons that humans created, not that she planned on fighting humans.

Alum’s only elaborate accessory was the shawl that held her dreads and braids away from her face. The shawl was plain white, but the stitching varied in color. The effect would seem poor on humans, but the variety of colors spoke volumes to other tribal orcs. Every color told a story of Alum’s travels in nature to find the flowers for the dye. In some cases she might seek among the slick rocks of a waterfall for vermillion, or fight territorial predators for a chance to pluck the rich azure blooms in their territory. Every color in Alum’s shawl held a story only she could tell. Tribal orcs also might notice her long, thick hair, and her strong jaw. Among orc kind, Alum had many appealing features.

Alum kept an eye out for strange human apparel. She would love to tell the story of her adventure as if the whole square was filled to the brim with peacocks. The orc continued to make her way across the square, careful not to step on the tiny human children. She headed toward the sound of the gunshots and the puppeteer.

None of the booths she passed sold anything resembling magic, and neither did they contract the famed magic hunters whispered about in orc cities. It was near the end of her search around the booths, when Alum was near the puppet performance, that she noticed the crowd clustered around a particular booth. Of all the groups she had seen that day, most of them consisted of similarly featured humans. This gang was anything but consistent. Their strangeness gave her pause, until it dawned on the Alum that she had finally found the break she needed right here in Kergstien. She heard words about work and a boss, and about signing up somewhere. She saw the words “Magic Hunters” in the hands of a stone elemental.

Following the rest of the people who swarmed to question the human at the booth, Alumaruk strode forward with a smile that exposed her tusks.

She garbled out the words in common speech, “I’m looking to hunt magic,” and knew it was lost in the commotion of many speaking at once. The dancing puppets and crowds of shrieking children, the swarming sweaty people in their confusing clothes, and the energy and anxiety of the other inquirers at the booth made Alum’s blood boil. She felt her temper rise along with her temperature. The orc ground her teeth together and shouted above the commotion of the festival festivities.

“I’M LOOKING TO HUNT MAGIC.”

And she hoped that someone understood her accent.

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Seraphina walked around trying to find the booth for the Magic Hunters for a few more minutes. She sighed feeling frustrated, because she thought that by the time that she got there all the spots for a good party would be taken up. Sera looked around some more and scratched her neck. "Oh in the name of Sele. Why wasn't I gifted with a better sense of direction!" She said to herself exasperatedly.

Seraphina saw from a few yards away, a giant of a woman. She wore a unique rock armor and she was very intrigued with her style and appearance wanting very much to meet her and ask who she was. Seraphina walked over and got closer to the crowd she started beaming seeing the booth finally behind the now two giants, a goblin, and...a perfomer from before?

Seraphina had heard about the puppetier Thomas, she thought that he had an okay character, yet if he wasn't so materialistic then he could focus more on the strength of his magic and be very powerful. She then got close enough to see a handsome man in the booth, wearing a trenchcoat and had a cat on his shoulder. Sera couldn't help but giggle and smile at seeing the cat. Out of all the animal she had seen in the world, cats had to be her favorite and the thing that she wanted most as a pet. Unfortunately she could not have one because she would have one for so little time in her life that she wouldn't be able to take the heart ache of losing it.

She kept he wings against her back as best she could, but in such a big crowd it was hard to keep the muscles tense for that long of a time. As neared the edge of the interesting group and said very politely, "Excuse me...pardon me please." She smiled and she looked up at giants and decided she'd have to start a conversation later with her.

Seraphina finally got to the booth and she looked at the man with the trenchcoat. "Um, hello. I am Seraphina, I would like to join a Magic Hunting Party...Um, I am already a member of the GMHO. I was hoping that there could be a use for a Seraph here." She blushing smiling happily as she giggled quietly.

"May I please pet your cat? I love cats." She said feeling excited about being able to pet a kitty.

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~Fera (No I tried. And I cannot change it. It doesn't matter though, she can go by Fea too)



Fera looked at the audience, then back to the man controlling the puppets, she didn't feel comfortable with the dolls near her and others. Since the last time puppets were even near people, said people, including her, were almost killed. The doll went out of control, and if it weren't stopped by a misplaced arrow that Fera had, she would have been ripped to rivets by the damned thing. From that she learned two things, always watch your arrows, and dolls are the most evil things ever made. Fera and a few didn't like them, though her ears were a sight to behold. Kindred weren't really seen in cities like this, and she was one of the first to ever be seen by most people. But soon she walked to the colourful bunch that gathered by the table, it was needless to say, but being 154 centimeters had it's disadvantages, behind the troll, she couldn't see anything yet squeezed through the mass seeing a cat and man whom looked rather big and brutish. He spoke about what the gathering was for to which she nodded, understanding the mission he was on. Fera wasn't the adventuring type, thinking this as she raised her hood moving towards the front, she spoke softly,

"So that is your goal, get rich or die trying, correct...?" she asked, her voice filled with timidity, "What about the research that could be done in said vaults, do you plan to do some of that as well?" the little rabbit was full of questions, but paused after the research, she had one goal in mind there, to get rid of her branding

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Lucious slowly gravitated towards the crowd that began to grow as he walked ever closer. He had only attended the festival because he was encouraged to have some "fun." I'd be better off studying back at home... he thought. Being on the taller side, Lucious caught a glimpse of what was going on.

"Before I begin I am required by law to give a quick disclaimer. Magic hunting is dangerous job that has a high fatality rate and may lead to painful and gruesome death, also be cool and don't do drugs. Now that everyone here is aware of the consequences of magic hunting we can continue. Greetings, my name is Hugo and I am the Hunts Master of this party. This my comrade Felix, I wouldn't recommend trying to pet him, but you can test your luck if you want." he heard a man say.

"The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?"

After the man had finished his statement, colored confetti rained from the skies. Just then a little girl moved out of the crowd and to the front. "So that is your goal, get rich or die trying, correct...?" he heard her say. "What about the research that could be done in said vaults, do you plan to do some of that as well?"

Maybe this is it... Lucious thought. I could get some real money from this... Lucious made his way forward himself almost instinctively. "Excuse me," he said clearing his throat. "I may very well be interested in this 'quest' of sorts myself. After all, you may need some sort of collaborator of sorts to get all of the applicants sorted out." He wasn't going to show that he had other uses just yet...

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It was late at night. Adris was still working on a case back at the office. He was sat there, in the lone light coming from his lamp with only the sound of the clock ticking to make him remember that time have passed. He was looking at the files, thinking about the murder that just happened. The cause of it was still not confirmed, but people have hypnotised that someone probably stabbed through the body with katars. Adris wasn’t of the same thinking way since he has yet to see someone using katars. It was mostly because of the invention of the guns that those weapons have stopped to be common. Yet, it could be plausible, but he still think there was something more about the case…

“Working hard, Shark?” The old but rough voice of his superior was heard. Adris raised his eyes up to see his boss. He was about 50 years or so, but was still in a good shape despite his age.

“You never know when there is a clue.” Adris responded as he stood up, putting his coat on. “It is getting late. I’ll probably work on it some more tomorrow.”

“You know, you should get some rest sometimes.” This sentence surprised Adris who he looked at his boss like if it was a joke. His boss shook his head, smiling faintly. “You’re always working. It depresses me to see you working so hard, unlike others. I think you need it as well. It has been months since you took a day off.”

“I’m always at my job b-“ He was cut off as the boss wiggled his finger around.

“Tomorrow, I don’t want to see you here. Understood?” He asked in a first voice. Adris only nodded. His boss patted his shoulder. “I’m doing this for your good, okay? If you really have nothing to be done, just pass to Solaria. They have their annual summer fair. I’m sure you’ll like it. ”

“Thank you boss.” Adris said, only showing a small smile. They both made their way out of the office. The old man locked the door and gave a last small wave at Adris. Adris did the same.




The sun was unbelievably bright this morning. He never seen the sun that bright, but it is maybe due to the sun is mostly hidden with clouds from where he is due to the industrial activity. Either way, it was magnificent. Adris could only feel the child inside of him just wanting to skip around in the streets. Although, as an adult, he didn’t want to appear childish in front of everyone.

He finally stepped out of the air boat that transported him. Despite the rumors that he heard the Tekers said, he always wanted to see Solaria from his own eyes. And he wasn’t so displeased. Due to the summer festival, everything looked so colorful. He walked down the streets, looking around with his small smile. He didn’t want to stop at all. However, want made him stop is when he stumbled upon the GMHO stand.

He heard many things of the GMHO, but never actually saw one of their recruiting stand. He always thought that they were adventuring in dangerous places. And it shows by how people say that most of them die trying to get rich. What bothers him is that they are magic hunters. Being an elemental, he felt it was somehow messing with the course of things. However, he had to agree that they already done it with the Tekers industrialisation. Either way, he said down far from the stand, but near enough to listen to what they have to say. He looked up into the sky, still admiring on how beautiful it was.

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A train comes rolling into a station, slowly grinding to a stop. with a hiss, the train’s doors slide open. “Kiergestein, Kiergestein station. Please watch your step when getting of the train.” the message repeats itself a few times more as the passengers stream out of the train and onto the station. As the train empties out., a metallic figure hops out of the exit, landing onto platform with a thud. “Wow, that was a long train ride. Almost succumbed to boredom on the way here.” The figure said. “Now, how do i get to the central square?” With that question in mind, he went asking around, but many were reluctant to mention anything at all, besides a friendly elderly lady whom he suspected had a case of bad eyesight. Nonetheless, she detailed him the exact way to get to the centre from where he was. Thanking the elderly lady, he made his way there, stopping briefly to buy a newspaper.

“Hey, didja hear? Some nutter fired a few shots at a cat in central square.””Yeah yeah, heard that already. get with the times rog my buddy.” Is what a middle aged men said to another. “Reading this newspaper will have to wait.”Gainsboro said as he tucked the newspaper under his right arm, and continued on his way towards the centrum. Each step fast and with purpose, The click-clacking sound his metal feet made upon the cobblestone street audible enough to attract numerous looks during his brisk walk. When he finally made it to the square He noticed three glaringly obvious things.

One: The very flamboyant performer on stage who looked highly annoyed by the rabbit kindred next to him.
Two: The most diverse group of all time was gathered around one spot.
Three: The Grey, gargantuan women who held a sign which looked small in her hands, up in the air which had "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment." crudely written on it. “Truly, a toddler could have done a better job of writing it”. Is what he thought.

He but away his still unread newspaper in his slingbag and retrieved his Proof of assignment letter from the main United Keter States GMHO branch. He made his way to the extraordinary group, his foot falls ever audible as walked around the group until he saw the person next to the giant of a women, a relatively tall, well built man who wore his hair in a tail, who he just saw slamming two stacks of paper on the table, giving the shortest disclaimer he ever heard and introducing himself as Hugo and his feline companion as Felix.

"The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?" After he finished talking, and after letting various people including the bunnygirl respond to Hugo, Gainsboro addressed the man.

“Sir. I have been newly assigned to you by the main Teker GMHO branch.” He says as he holds out his assignment letter. “My name is Variable Proto System, Grand Walker Frame III; “Gainsboro Twelve”. You may call me Gainsboro Twelve. Am i also required to fill in these forms, and is there anything i can assist you with at the moment, sir?” He asked, his voice somewhat altered through the voice box behind his faceplate, and slightly muffled by the faceplate itself.

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June 21--10:35 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


By the time the Huntsmaster-to-be had finished speaking and sent confetti flying everywhere, Michael was staring at him with a confounded look. This man did...not seem quite right in the head. He was rather spontaneous, and as far as Michael could see, not entirely trustworthy. And just what was he doing, talking to his cat?

But one thing was clear: Hugo would not be giving him any more information. Combing the confetti and streamers out of his short, pink hair, Michael turned around and started walking away without giving much of a farewell at all. As soon as he was sure he was out of eyesight of the crowd at the booth, however, he glanced backwards, and for a fraction of a second, his eye flashed orange once more, allowing him to see the magic signatures of everyone at that stand.

And good heavens, there were plenty of tremendously powerful people there! The "statue" lady, the Huntsmaster, a young lady with white hair, even a man in a black suit who sat a small distance from the booth...actually, whether the man in the suit was involved, Michael didn't know, but that wasn't the point...in any case, he could see that the power flowing through their bodies exceeded both his and Thomas' at normal levels.

Just as Michael was wondering why so many powerful people had come to this Hunting Party in particular, his thought process was interrupted by metallic clanking--and he looked up barely in time to see what appeared to be a robotic suit walking past. For a few moments, Michael continued to stare in awe while it marched to the booth--and then, he made up his mind about something.

Rushing into a dark alley, he raised a hand to his bracelet and made a short yet urgent conversation with someone else. "...Yes. I understand. I'll tell him right away." After that was over, he made another call, this time to Thomas.

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Thomas, meanwhile, was bowing to his audience with a triumphant smile on his face. The show had gone with no further distractions, and his fans were very pleased--though Thomas himself had panicked internally when the loud robotic suit had gone past, but thankfully his Fan Service had not been ignored.

The people around him were now shouting for an encore performance, and Thomas was about to reply when he noticed the violet gem on his bracelet flashing. Although rather annoyed, this time, he knew something important was going on. "Ah, hold on a moment, my fans. Your encore will begin shortly." Raising a hand one more time, he packed the puppets into the dark violet box and rushed away, where he could continue his conversation in peace. "What is it, Michael? I need to do an encore!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but your Fan Service must wait a bit longer," his younger brother's voice retorted. "Listen, Thomas. There was a booth next to your show--remember it? Where that crazy man shot at his cat?"

"Yes, what about it?" Thomas asked impatiently.

There was a pause on the other side of the line. Then, "We would like you to join that man's Hunting Party."

"Pfft, I'm too busy for-" Thomas suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the bracelet as though it had turned into a jellyfish. "Wait, WHAT?! Why would I need to do that?!"

Michael's voice continued, but the voices were getting louder around his end, so he probably was re-entering the main square. "Most of the people looking to be in that Hunting Party are extremely strong. That level of strength is exactly what Fath..." The words suddenly halted, and in that moment, Thomas bowed his head rather miserably while Michael resumed speaking in a shakier voice. "...what we are looking for. So...he asked you to join."

"Well, why not you? I've got work to do!" Even though what Michael almost said had dampened his spirits, Thomas was still rather determined not to go.

"There's still one week of classes left, so I can't go. And, well, you...know why we can't send Christopher.'" Another silence fell between the brothers before Michael finally resumed talking. "Well, in any case, you're the only one out of us that can go. So, I'll ask the Huntsmaster if you can enter. Get back to the square, alright? You can do your encore after we're finished."

Finally, Thomas reluctantly agreed and headed back towards the center of the city.

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Right. This should work out fine. Michael, at this point, had reached the booth again, and raised a hand to call attention to himself. "Excuse me, sir," he called to Hugo. "I will not be joining your Hunting Party myself just yet, but could I reserve a spot for someone else?"

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#, as written by Subtle
Spotface snatched up one of the forms, and attempted to skim through while scratching at his fake beard. Writhka's tits, but this getup is itchy... Turning his thoughts away from his growing discomfort, he had to chuckle over the Teker's little speech about death and danger. Death is for chumps. But hey, that just means more riches for me! Looking over the contract, there were some bits he wasn't so keen on--these GMHO blokes are damned particular about their privacy, and no mistake. But nothing serious was jumping out at him, and his mind was already drifting towards thoughts of excitement and glory. He turned to lean on the table leg--stupid non-goblin tables, even the human ones are taller than I am--and absent-mindedly flipped through the document as visions of hidden vaults and secret treasures filled his mind... that is, until he saw her.

She was tall--but then, at Spotface's height, everyone seemed to tower above him--with a sort of lithe and confident grace that seemed better suited to wild forests or distant plains, but the bustling city only made her shine the more in the contrast. Her eyes spoke of a soft but determined soul, and he marveled at the way the sunny day made her tusks gleam and sparkle. Something about the bright threads woven into her dark rivers of braided hair reminded him instantly of the colorful costumes of his Harlequin family... But of all the people I've met through the Troupe, I never met a woman like This...

In a moment, he remembered himself, and looked sheepishly around. Had anyone seen him staring like a buffoon just then? Of course not. I get stepped on all the time; no one cares what the little goblin's up... well, Down to. He shuffled his feet a bit, and was now very grateful for the beard that must have concealed his gaping mouth from when his jaw went slack. Pull yourself together, Spotface. You're probably overreacti-OHMYGOdsshe'ssigninguptoooOOkay, breathe. Breathe. Just fill out the form DON'T LOOK AT HER. Yes. Here we go. Paperwork's done.

Stretching to reach above the desk to hand the paperwork back, it was all he could to to calm down and keep a straight face. His face was on fire between the blush that had bloomed there and the unbearably stuffy, scratchy beard. Tugging at the collar almost loosed the rags that made up his beggar's costume, and so when his eyes alighted on the puppet show, he began eagerly shuffling toward it. Not normally my bag, but right now, Any distraction will do...

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June 21--10:38 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


"B-boyfriend?!" Michael spluttered, utterly unable to understand where the most-certainly-not-right-in-the-head Huntsmaster had gotten that notion from. But already Hugo was wondering with anger where someone named Felix had gone. "How rude...honestly, I worry about what I'm getting Thomas into," the pink-haired boy muttered to himself.

At that moment, he heard the crowd of Thomas' fans cheering, and knew the reason why without even turning around. The puppeteer celebrity had returned to the square already. Alright, time to get down to business.

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Waving to his fans and giving them his usual stage smile, Thomas quickly locked onto Michael with his eyes and began walking in his direction. "Okay, let's get this thing over with," he sighed as soon as he could no longer see his fans in his peripheral vision. "So this is the thing you want me to spend my precious time for?"

"Yes," Michael replied, sounding none too happy--Thomas could see him glaring at a man in a trench coat. Though he couldn't guess what happened, Thomas shrugged and took one of the forms, beginning to sign it without really giving much of a greeting to any of the people standing around him. "Um, shouldn't you say something first?" Michael asked, indicating the man in the trench coat. "You should at least introduce yourself, right?"

Once again, Thomas shrugged without seeming to care much. "Not my problem," he replied. "So, what are you planning to do in exchange for all this trouble you'll be putting me through? I don't want to be away from my fans for too long."

"When classes are over, I will go after your party. Just message your location to me at that time, Thomas," his younger brother instructed. This made Thomas feel better, knowing that he wouldn't have to suffer through this alone.

The blanks on the paper were soon filled with Thomas' somewhat untidy handwriting. "Alright, we're ready," Thomas sighed, putting the pen down. "Now, who am I supposed to give this to..." Pointed in the direction of the man in the trench coat once again, Thomas tapped the man on the shoulder and handed his form in. "Well. You are the one in charge, eh? I am Thomas Aefenleoht, and I'll be entering your party. No objections, I hope."

Not far away, he could hear his fans gasping in surprise and saying things such as "Thomas is joining a Hunting Party?" "What would he ever need to do that for?" "He's got weird tastes at times, huh?" Putting a hand to his face, the puppeteer figured his fans would not give him a rest at all. This would be a fuuuuuun journey.

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~Kai Ember
Like for most things in her life, Kai was late.
But she had gone too far to turn back. It had begun as whispers, rumors, in her little hometown of Ebony in Ulteris. Something about Magic, and something about hunting, and something about it all starting in a Solarian city. She couldn't resist. She sure disliked Solarians but she disliked her menial existence as a barmaid even more. It had been a while since she had been in a good fistfight. A slow smile curled on her lips. It was time for some excitement again.
So she had traveled all the way from Ulteris, using her hard earned savings along with some more dubiously obtained funds. But she had made it. Now she ducked through the city, looking for something she wasn't quite sure what. But she was late. She had a crawling feeling she was running out of time.
A beggar grasped her foot as she passed, causing her to stagger. She regained her balance quickly and snatched her foot away. "Watch it." She snarled at him. But she didn't have time to pick a fight. She had to hurry and find this magic hunting party. She pressed on through the festival crowds.
Then she saw it. There was a ragtag group of people scrunched around a table. And was that confetti dotting the ground? And then there was a statue-looking thing with the scribbled sign. Yup - this had to be it. Kai stalked up to the crowd and rocked up on her toes, trying to see. It was impossible to get a good look. So she just pushed into the crowd.
Kai shoved and elbowed her way ruthlessly through the group. She had her eye on the table ahead, so she didn't get a good look at the people she was pushing aside. But she thought she saw a little green goblin, and a tall elf, and wait was that a girl with bunny ears? And was that a robot?
She pressed to the front, by the table, and rudely elbowed aside the strange man with multicolored hair that was standing there. She put a hand on the table and leaned against it casually. She was a rather strange sight - a Teker girl with short, shaggy brown hair wearing boys clothing. She wore loose brown pants rolled up to reveal scuffed combat boots, a button up shirt, and a too-big vest that hung off her slight, boyish frame. Her large brown eyes sparked as she grinned up at the man in the trench coat standing behind the table.
"Is this where I sign up?"

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June 21--10:40 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


Thomas was roughly pushed to the side all of a sudden, before the man in the trench coat could reply. "Hey! Watch it!" he shouted, angrily turning around. Just who did this girl think she was, ruining his Fan...oh wait, wrong, he wasn't doing it right now.

Though honestly, what was with the crowd around them? It barely made any sense, seeing Seraphs, an orc, a goblin, some robot that he personally thought looked rather ugly, an elf, that bunny girl, and then humans like him and Michael...and that annoying girl that shoved him aside. What a weird bunch, eh?

Meanwhile, Michael, who really didn't have much of a purpose now, sat down on the bench next to the robot (who looked rather strange to him, especially when he was casually reading a newspaper) and continued to look on at the Hunting Party's booth. As he saw Thomas shout angrily at the girl who had pushed him aside, the pink-haired boy sighed and muttered something about how impolite people were getting these days.

Glancing at the robot again, Michael wondered if he should start a conversation, but decided not to.

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Hugo quickly leafed through the contracts. After seeing that everything was in order Hugo straightened out the pile with a few quick taps. “A good days work, and nice bundle of fresh heads.” Hugo smiled and let out a deep sigh. From the depths of his pockets Hugo pulled out his bronze pocket watch and flipped it open, 10:45. Hugo quickly snapped it shut and addressed the troll, “You shouldn’t worry about leaving today. I have to run these contracts to the local GMHO office to create the party roster and register everyone here under my jurisdiction and leadership. Now if I can get these contracts in before they close early,we should be able to leave tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”

A loud canon of a laugh boomed across the crowd from the back. “Ah but the office is already closed! We decided not to open at all today, after all it is the summer solstice festival!” A large, dark skinned man made his way up to the front. “I could smell the fear and eradicated fantasies from across the city and I knew only one magic hunter could destroy so many hopes and dreams with a few introductory remarks. How the hell have you been?”

The large man grabbed Hugo, hugging, lifting and crushing all at the same time, “You’re crushing me,” the Huntsmaster groaned.

The man released Hugo from his bear hug, “Sorry ‘bout that, I sometimes don’t know my own strength.” Hugo wheezed for air and coughed, “It’s nice to see you too, I see you haven’t lost your touch.”

The large man picked up the stack of contracts and weighed it in his palm. “My, my, I have to say this a larger stack than usual, have you gone soft or have you just lost your touch?”

Hugo avoided the larger man’s inquisitive look and joking smile, “No, I’m just … working with different terms.”

A jovial “Ha” was blasted into the air and the man slapped Hugo across the back, “So what you mean is that HQ decided that you were being too morbid and gave you a recruitment quota. It’s a shame really, it was always entertaining seeing you widdle an entire crowd down to a few candidates.”

The man began looking over the contracts and signed the top contract, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving you and your party a speed boost.”

Hugo stared at the man, “I don’t think your signature can threaten to beat people up.” “Well the being the chairman of the Southern Solarian District does add some important weight to my name.” Hugo looked at his friend with shock, “That’s right; gaze upon Chairman Brutus of the GMHO!"

“Wait, your last name is Brutus?”

“No, Brutus is my given name and only name.” Brutus handed back the contracts, “Bring the contracts first thing tomorrow morning and I can guarantee that the office will get the party roster registered within the hour. So enjoy yourself and try to catch the parade. They’re trying make a big show for one of the magi, so it will be fantastic. See ya soon!”

“Fill in all the blanks that ask for your information.” Hugo gave the line jumper a contract and moved her aside, “Hey Morgan, I see you found Felix, I hope he hasn’t tapped anything he shouldn’t have.” Hugo pulled out the remaining contracts, “So I’m assuming you and your friend are here for the sign ups. Cool stuff, just fill out the required spots and we will be —” Hugo was suddenly interrupted by a blast of chilled air as three dark purple pillars of light that came from an expanding pitch black cloud struck the ground a few near the Kriegstein senate. Hugo drew his revolver and scowled, “You have to be shitting me.”

The streets were on fire with black and green flames that flickered from the impact site. The city guards encircled the mass of robed madmen and their ironclad leader. A simple and hollow command echoed from the suit of armor, “Kill them.” A deathly howl rang out from the mass and the mob descended upon the guards like a wave of madness. “Kill them all, kill them in the name of the devourer.” Civilians ran away from the blood thirsty cultists who easily cut them down with their twisted and grotesque blades. “The spell casters and the blood circle is ready. She shall truly have a feast tonight. But, my liege, are you sure they will be able to spill enough blood in order to force the contract?”

A simple and chilling laugh rang from the blackened helm, “If they cannot spill enough, I’m sure that the hot blooded fool will be able to compensate for what will be needed.” “I heard you were talking shit. Dreadlord Ezekiel, it is time for you to atone for your sins against the creations of the life walkers.” The dreadlord turned to face the challenger, “I figured you would show yourself, you sorry excuse for a magi.”

The magi’s face turned crimson red with rage, “This ends now. May your soul burn for all of eternity. Gergamel, GIVE ME STRENGTH!” The magi charged at the dreadlord with a loud and piercing battle cry. After a few minutes of intense fighting the dreadlord jumped back. “Face it Ezechiel, it’s over, you’ve lost!”

A faint chuckle echoed from the dreadlord’s helm, “I would beg to differ; it’s you who has lost.”

The magi stared at the dreadlord in bewilderment, and then it him, he was standing right in the middle of a blood circle. “No, how did you—”

“I’m very careful at spilling my own blood. Well it was fun while it lasted but I’m afraid it's time for you to die. ENCASE!” The magi was suddenly surrounded by ribbons of blood that encircled and bound his body. “May your soul bring nourishment to her body. CRUCIFY!” a large metal spike rose from the ground empaling the magi.

“Damn you Ezech—,” From the sides of the spike shot out two arms that formed the bloody crucifix. The magi’s body squirmed and then exploded into a shower of blood that covered the dreadlord and his spellcasters.

From the mangled corpse emerged the great spirit Gergamel. The spellcasters slammed their staffs into the ground, as the murmured their incantations. Five scarlet ribbons of blood emerged from the bloodied streets and bound the fearful spirit. The dreadlord drew his sword and cut off his right hand. With mock grandeur, he waved the bleeding arm as if he was signing his name on a large sheet of paper. “FORCE CONTRACT!” the spirit howled in pain as its form was being absorbed by the stump of the dreadlord. In a bright flash of light the spirit was gone and the body of the dreadlord was restored. The dreadlord unleashed a maniacal laugh, “I can feel its power course through my veins, my god does this feel wonderful.”

“My liege, would you like to lead the eradication of the city?”

“I have finished my business in this petty sacrifice. Spell casters, we return to our fortress. Message the rest of the group; tell them that they may stay and feast upon the flesh of innocents.” The spell casters nodded and launched a glowing red projectile into the air. The dreadlord raised his sword into the air and they disappeared into the smoky haze, while his minions bore down on city, leaving trails of blood and half eaten corpses.

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June 21--10:45 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


Watching the two men bicker with each other, Thomas sighed and looked around; it was still morning, so the hours would go by slowly. "Well, we'll have plenty of time to kill, eh?" he murmured. "Well. I'll be over there, giving my Fans the encore they wanted. If you need me, please wait until the show's over." And he began to walk away, back to where the box of puppets was waiting.

Immediately, the fans cheered, but there were still questions running around about his joining the Magic Hunters. Would they ever give him a rest about it? Thomas sighed and raised his hands to obtain his fans' attention. "I have only decided to seek out the Magic for the good of our Solarian Empire, my friends, as well as our allies across Valderia. That is the best Fan Service...no, the best service at all I could give to this land." Of course, it sounded rather hollow to him, but he tried to ignore that.

However, the puppets had barely risen out of his box when a cold wind burst past him and his fans, causing some to lose their footing--even Thomas had to grab onto the edge of the box to steady himself. Looking up, he saw three pillars of dark purple pillars of light emitting from further down the street, as black clouds swirled high above the city. "What the hell--?"

His bracelet flashed, and he raised it to hear Michael's voice. Most of his fans were looking in the other direction, pointing and gasping in horror at this new spectacle, so he was in no danger of being observed by them. "Thomas, I don't know what's going on, but a great quantity of powerful magic signatures dropped into that area. Something big and bad is happening."

"I can see that, Michael," the puppeteer hissed. Pointing at the puppets, he gestured towards the box, and they flew towards it--but instead of putting themselves away, they instead picked up swords, shields, and spears. "You can do whatever you want--I'm going to ensure my fans are safe," Thomas declared firmly.

Pointing in the other direction, he ordered the crowd of his admirers to head off, and turned back towards the pillars of dark light, as his puppets began to assemble themselves in front of him in defensive postures. "But, man...this is terrifying. It's like a freaking apocalypse right now..." Suddenly, Thomas thought he could see figures clad in dark robes murdering and mutilating all who were unfortunate enough to get caught up in the chaos. Cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck; it now seemed apparent that he was about to be swept up into something terrible.

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Valar could only watch, stunned as the scene unfolded before him. He had never before seen such use of magic, so much and so potent. However as soon as the mages vanished he realized that the cultists were still there and they were butchering civilians. He got up on the fountain.

"ALRIGH! LISTEN UP! Those of you with medical expertise or healing power stay by the fountain we'll set up a casualty collection point right here. MARKSMEN! Get some height. You can take out targets and call out points of contact to everyone else. EVERYONE ELSE! Pair up, if you can't fight, find someone who can, or stay here and help the wounded. This is not a drill, lets get it right the first time."

People seemed to snap out of their daze and started to jump to what he told them. He stabbed his finger at the girl with the red scar f and her friend because they seemed to be the only two with rifles. "You two, sharpshooters? With me." He said and started moving towards the tower of a nearby tower. "One of you up there, point and call the shots." Myself and the other will be down on the rooves relaying that to the other parties."

He moved off to his own rooftops. Squeezing off shots as he ran. All of a sudden he was blindsided by a huge hit. He rolled losing his rifle and wound up with a cultist on top of him. They rolled through the street Valar holding a knife away from his face while the slavering cultist tried to plunge it into his eye. He snapped the cultists arm out to the side and headbutted him breaking his nose. After that the cultists insane strength seemed to ebb and Valar picked him up and threw him against a post breaking his spine. What the hell was that?! No way a cultist that small should have been able to over power him, they had the strength of 3 men having been empowered from the magi's.

He got onto his roof and started directing the magic hunters to target clusters.

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After giving a bit more of thoughts, Adris had enough about the GMHO. From what he heard and from what he thought, he wasn’t quite convinced to give into a suicidal activity. Besides, he already had something to occupy himself. His job won’t do it itself. Despite that, he decided to enjoy more of the summer solstice festival. He did enjoy it so far; the scent, the colors, the joy in the air and all made his somewhat happy.

He would walk down the streets a bit blindly, but with a small smile on his face. When he found himself down to a plaza. He saw a fountain and walked up to it. He cupped his hand into the water, and bring it close to his face. He needed to hydrate himself after all. Once he threw his head back from this, he heard screams of terror. He looked around as the people looked all at the same direction and pointed up. He did the same. He could no feel the blast of chilled air and the three dark purple pillars of light. He didn’t like this at all.

He turned to the civilians: “Run away! For Sele’s sake, Run!” The civilians look at him in terror first, completely frozen, but it is when he pulled out his gun that they started to run away. Adris sighed, looking back at the spires, then the fountain. He knew something wasn’t right. However, he waited for a bit, making sure it wasn’t just a show the solstice put up.

His confirmation came when some people got out of the streets and some cultist went to feed on them. Adris’ eyes widened a bit, but stayed calm. He looked up at the fountain and bit his lips. He then draw his gun to the cultist and in a swift movement he would press on the trigger, a bullet went direction into the cultist’s head. The mother of the group looked terrified to the deaths of her husband as she held her children close. Adris noticed her to move away, which she did.

Once it was clear, he would bring back his attention to the water. He rose his hands from it. “May my actions won’t be looked upon.” He soon gathered all the water into a giant mass of water. It almost covered all the plaza. He let out a scream of pain as it was hard to keep it in control. He soon threw it towards the spires, which in consequence made waves into the streets. He hoped that his actions would wipe any or those creatures out of the place, and eventually die of drowning. He felt lighter and tired. He reached for his water bottle, which he drank from it. He wasn’t sure what his attack caused for damage.

Afterward, he decided to see if there anybody left around. He started to walk fast since it is the most he could do now. He still heard screams of terror and pain in which helped him to know where they might be. He soon gave up and climbed on some boxes, which stacked to a roof top. From there he would take one of his gun and aim down towards the mass of noise. His vision was a bit blurred and his aim wasn’t very good. Despite that, he still took the risk as he shoot towards the mass of cultist, noticing that he wasn’t sure if any of his shoots reached them. After he emptied his magazines, he would fall unconscious there with his exhaustion finally reaching him.

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June 21--10:47 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


Part laughing, part shrieking like a devil, the cultist in dark robes slashed at the puppet in front of him, which braved each thrust and slice and counterattacked with each opening. Not far behind, Thomas was moving his hands erratically, commanding his other puppets against the cultists who were getting too close for comfort. But though he could probably defeat each cultist, with sheer numbers if not power alone, the cultists were forcing his puppets to go into one-on-one combat, and they were getting slowly overwhelmed.

Jabbing his hand forward, Thomas commanded one of the puppets to counterattack, and it immediately complied, stabbing at the cultist while propelled by its momentum. The cultist growled as the tip struck his arm, but recovered quickly and made another attack, grabbing onto the puppet.

"Get off!" Thomas roared fiercely, and pointed at another one of the puppets, who brought its sword down upon the cultist, but not before he had ripped off the arm of the spear-wielding puppet. "Tch..." Honestly, to Thomas, seeing his puppets getting destroyed was actually rather painful. He had worked hard to build them, after all.

He was so busy directing the two puppets to finish off that cultist, that he had not remembered that the puppet which he had sent to the rescue had been fighting another cultist...until he heard the battle cry, and realized his mistake with horror. Quickly, he leapt to the side, but the cultist spun around as soon as he landed and kicked, sweeping Thomas off his feet. Scrambling up, the puppeteer hastily summoned the two puppets who had won against their opponent, and sent them to strike the cultist, but he was able to dodge both their attacks. The blade was flashing closer to him...

But it had not reached his chest before a fist of rock suddenly slammed the robed figure away, causing him to crash into one of his comrades. A golem of elaborately-carved burgundy stone landed next to him, before leaping at the cultists to attack once again. A moment later, the puppeteer was being helped to his feet by Michael. "Your fans are safe; don't worry," the pink-haired boy reassured his brother. "I came back because I thought you would need help."

"Glad you could do it," Thomas replied, pointing at the puppets and commanding them to resume their attacks. "But, these guys...I don't know if we can defeat them at our level." Clenching his teeth in frustration, he rubbed a hand over a place on his arm where one cultist he had previously fought had landed a hit. "We're going to have to use our augmentations, aren't we?"

"Yes. There's no other way," Michael replied, holding his wrist with the bracelet into the air. The pink gem flashed, and his left eye turned orange once again, while Thomas raised his own bracelet, and his left eye changed to dark violet. And the puppets and rock golem, as if on cue, began to strike with greater speed and force against the cultists, finally managing to obtain an upper hand.

Although, it could be noted that red strings were appearing in the air, connected to the joints of Thomas' puppets and seeming to just fly aimlessly into the sky as they faded from view.

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The puppet show was about to start, when Spotface felt a wave of cold air ripple through his beard and rags. A rush of chatter followed the cold, along with a few shouts. The stuffy discomfort he'd felt moments ago long forgotten, he stood frozen in place as sharp chills ran quick down his spine. Oh gods, something is wrong.. Something is really wrong. Looking over at the commotion by the Senate building, the his stomach turned as the magnitude of the situation dawned on him. People scattered in every direction as black forms fell upon them, with gore and cries of terror erupting everywhere at once. Every fiber of his tiny frame screamed for him to run, and yet, he remained rooted to his spot, staring on into the swirling, screaming mass in front of him. Spotface saw the leg coming, but it wasn't until the fleeing merchant sent him flying that he regained his senses.

He picked himself up, pulled out his grapple shots, and prepared to aim for the nearest roof, when he saw a cultist dashing straight at him with a manic gleam in his eye. Spotface faltered, shooting one of the grappling shots straight into a nearby cart. He barely had time to curse his bad luck before the cultist was on him, gibbering gleefully and slashing wildly with a wicked-looking butcher's knife. Spotface skittered away from the first few chops, and with a zip and a thump he flew into the cart by retracting the grappling shot. The cart was thrown back with the force of it, too, sending Spotface tumbling into it. After wrenching at the hook, to his mounting horror, he found it was stuck fast in the side. No way this cart is coming with me on a roof... Seeing the cultist was not far behind, he lined up his second shot at a spot across the square. As soon as the shot had landed--in a lamppost near the center, it turned out--he and the cart were zipping away.

The cart bounced and clattered at first, barely staying on its wheels and bowling over a few people--from what he could see, two cultists and... their meal... yuck--as it went crashing and skidding through the square. As it rattled along, though, Spotface was able to wrestle control over it. Leaning this way and that, he crashed headlong through a few cultists and narrowly dodged 'round what looked like a badger-man before reaching the lamppost. At some point, the beard must have flown off, but that didn't really concern Spotface much right then. Never liked that thing anyway.. Looking around, he saw that his stunt with the cart had attracted the attentions of a number of cultists, who were making their way to him quicker than he'd have liked. Now that he had a handle of how to steer the cart, though, he realized that there was no way these blood-crazed lunatics could catch up with him, if he played things careful. Seeing some wounded civilians trapped in a corner, he was decided in seconds. How many civilians could he whisk away with this cart? How many cultists could he hit and run? His terror melted away, and he strapped on his goggles with a growing grin. Spotface had a game to play, and all was right with the world again.

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June 21--10:50 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


The red strings in the air let out sharp noises as the puppets struck at the cultists, whose robes were soaked in the blood of their victims. "Come on! Keep pushing!" Thomas shouted, hands continuing to wave. "Don't let them get through!" His violet left eye was flashing with the magic augmentation, and the puppets were able to dodge the attacks and strike back more easily.

Two puppets flew back as Michael's rock golem punched at one of the cultists, who quickly dodged and got ready to counterattack--but Michael's hand thrust upwards, and the earth beneath the cultist responded, skewering the area where the cultist would have been had he not dodged again. By this time, however, it was impossible for him to dodge so many things at once, and the puppets surged back, driving both their weapons into him. "Another one down," Thomas murmured, raising his bracelet--

--but he had spoken far too soon, for the cultist suddenly let out a cackle and abruptly stood up, with the weapons still inside him. Terrified, the brothers quickly called their minions back, but too late--the blood all around the cultist, whether it was his or not, suddenly flashed bright red, and iron spears burst all around him, stabbing through the rock golem and destroying it, as well as the two puppets. With a murderous look, the cultist raised his twin sai and leaped towards the brothers.

After recovering a bit from his initial shock, Michael vaulted backwards and caused the stones in front of them to rise, impeding the cultist's movement enough for Thomas to command what was left of the two destroyed puppets and hurl them at the cultist, while triggering the magic inside them to explode. With a violet flash, the cultist's body was no more.

"Tch, we could have absorbed the magic in that guy's body if he had been left intact," Thomas muttered angrily. "And, time for the rest of you bastards..." Glaring at the three remaining cultists, he raised a hand, and the puppets brandished their weapons, seeming to burn brighter with violet...and at the same time, they seemed to look more malevolent and frightening. "You cost me two of my puppets, you know. I hope you're prepared to take on my true Fan Service!"

Michael, meanwhile, was preparing to summon another rock golem, when a bullet suddenly whizzed past his head and into one of the cultist's chests (unfortunately, said cultist did not die, and instead began to cackle and go on an insane rampage). Looking up to see where the bullet had come from, he noticed a black-haired man on a rooftop firing guns at the cultists...but his aim really was terrible, Michael thought, as he saw the bullets fire into the stones that made up the street, rather than the cultists.

Looking a bit further, he saw the man seemed rather exhausted...and there were cultists approaching the building he was standing upon. Oh, no. Raising a hand, Michael pointed at the ground directly in front of him, and another golem--of a different shape, and green-gray stone this time--burst from the rocks, immediately charging at the cultists and raising a fist. It punched the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth that delayed the cultists long enough for Michael and his golem to catch up. Hopefully it didn't knock the black-haired man with the guns off the rooftop, though.

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“I kind of regret buying this now.” Was what he thought, as Gainsboro came to the back page of the newspaper he had so casually been reading. It didn’t contain much interesting news aside from one particular article. It was about about a man who refused to come out of his neighbour’s dog kennel. At first the owner was under the impression that the man had gotten himself stuck in there for some reason, but it wasn’t until the neighbour refused not only his help, but also refused to get out, that the owner called the local law enforcers to have the neighbour removed from his kennel. It was afterwards that they found out the dog kennel was exponentially bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.

Gainsboro rummaged through his slingbag, looking for a pen. When he found it, he flipped his newspaper around and started to do a crossword puzzle. If one were to ask if he enjoyed doing them, he’d answer with “no” every time. However, he thought he’d at least be able to pass time while doing them, since he hated doing nothing more than anything. As Gainsboro got halfway through his puzzle, he noted that a young man in garish clothes and pink hair, similar to the performer on stage, had seated himself next to him. Neither of the two made an effort to communicate to the other, merely waiting for either one to start a conversation. It made Gainsboro feel somewhat on edge. Eventually he got enough of it and he was about to ask the fellow for a thirteen letter word that meant miscellaneous articles. He knew it was the word “paraphernalia”, but he wanted to ask the man beside him just to break the ice.

A sudden blast of air jerked the newspaper out of his left hand and blew it right into his faceplate. The mildly humorous sight of it would have made a great way to start a conversation, but not in this situation. Not under the oppressive, and grim atmosphere that even penetrated his frame to the core. No, such a malicious aura demanded the attention of all, and one could not help but oblige. Throwing the newspaper that obstructed his sight into the wind, he directed his attention towards the conspicuous group occupying the centre of the plaza. the figure in the middle, the one he’d personally refer to as “Head Honcho”, gave a simple but resolute, order: “Kill them.” And as if to add to that he said: “Kill them all, kill them in the name of the devourer.”

It was as if he had found himself amidst pandemonium; the screams of the innocent and of their assailants. Gainsboro wasted no time and dug a box full of bullets out of his bag, and dumped them into his left pocket. Taking his revolver out of his holster, he cocked back the hammer and marched towards a sizeable group of madmen, about 12 large. In the mere moments it took Gainsboro to prepare and approach them, they had already slaughtered and feasted upon their victims. Disgusted, he aimed his revolver at the savages and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the nearest savage, whom subsequently collapsed onto the floor, most likely dead. Four more shots were fired, and an equal amount of cultists dropped. Unloading the empty shells, he rapidly loaded five new bullets into the cylinder. Even though Gainsboro had expected the group to rush him as he reloaded, he however, was surprised they did it while he was still reloading. And they did it seemingly without fear or hesitation. It didn’t matter though, he wasn’t frightened either. He felt completely safe in his mechanical frame.

He grasped the hilt of his second leftmost sword in anticipation to the brute who rushed him, and shot down the two who were behind him. The brute in front had finally closed the distance and attempted a wild overhead slash. It was then that Gainsboro, drew his sword, and with an arc, cleaved through his assailants sword arm and neck like butter, decapitating them.
As the body dropped to the ground, the four that remained continued their rush towards him.
Gainsboro deflected a sword with his own, while trying to shoot a particularly nasty cultist wielding a hammer. The first shot missed it’s target, as the last two cultists tried to body check him to the ground, but he absorbed the blow well due to his weight, and managed to hit the hammer wielding cultist with the second shot, downing him.

Quickly taking a few steps back, He holstered his gun, and smacked the sword of the leftmost brute out of his hand. The other two didn’t sit still and swung at Gainsboro again, one which was quickly blocked with his wrist guard and the last impacted onto his forearm, leaving a minor indentation. Kicking back the cultist that marred his forearm, He rammed the second one away and plunged his sword into the cultist he had disarmed. Kicking him of his sword, he quickly slashed behind him, cleaving a cultist from the shoulder down to his collarbone. Gainsboro tried to pull out his sword, but was interrupted by a sword thrust at his left flank, which didn’t puncture, grazing the steel, and cutting through the fabric of his coat. Angered by this, he grasped the man’s head with his right hand, and gave him a solid punch with his left, knocking him down, but not unconscious. As he tried to stand back up, Gainsboro already loomed over him. He stomped down on his head numerous times, until his head no longer resembled one.

With his assailants dead, he retrieved his sword and reloaded his revolver. He had no time to reflect on his rendezvous with the cultists however, as he heard gunshots going off behind him. Turning towards the sound, Gainsboro saw a in the distance, man standing on top of a roof. He discharged his gun into a crowd of cultists, before promptly collapsing. Some shots hit their intended target, however, many went wide. Witnessing that, and the large group of cultists drawing closer to the man, he felt he needed to help him. He however thought it wouldn’t be wise to fight that group- one which was far larger than the previous he had fought- alone. That, and he didn’t know the condition the collapsed man was in. He then decided he’d use his trump card to hinder the cultists, grab the man and get them to a safe distance from them.

Gainsboro had quite the distance to run. The slits in his faceplate lit up a violent red, as he directed a stronger current through his legs and, sped off towards the group, kicking up broken tiles with every step. As he got close enough, Gainsboro skidded to a rumbling halt, sliding in front of the group. With a twist of the body and flourish, he crossed his hands in front of him like a fan. He shot an electrical bolt, emitting an actinic glow, from each finger. Before the bolts could hit, he crossed his hands again, shooting another actinic barrage. The bolts impacted into numerous places, near instantly paralysing whatever body part it hit, and caused all of the cultists in that group to fall down.

Gainsboro never expected this to work as well as it did just now, and was still wondering why everything shuddered so much. It was then that he noticed the earthen construct a few meters behind the cultists, whose fist was planted into the ground, as if he had just struck it.