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The Magic Hunters of Valderia

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a part of The Magic Hunters of Valderia, by Sir Fluffington.

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Sir Fluffington holds sovereignty over Valderia, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Hugo Tyrus [45] Hunts Master and Psion
Thomas Aefenleoht [45] "Would you like to see the ultimate Fan Service?"
Spotface [35] Who, me? No, you want that distraction over there...
Valar Karackson [29] What's in it for me?
Lucious Marder [28] "Checkmate"
Kai Ember [23] "Don't think I won't punch you!"
Maleki [22] "Life is not a blessing, life is pain"
Seraphina Celosia [22] "When our time is up, and we finally have to reflect on the way we lived our lives...I'd like to say I helped to save others'"
Adris Dasul [21] "If I'm questioning you, that means you're in trouble"

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"... And we will RISE! We shall rise above the Solarian thieves who robbed us of our homeland! The scoundrels, the monsters, they dare claim that they were in the right. They have the audacity to claim that their cause was holy, that it was in the name of their goddess. But how can the slaughter of millions be considered Holy? What kind of god calls for such atrocities to be committed? They claim that the light is illuminating that the light shall make them see all, but they forget what the light truly does. It, BLINDS!" Over the radio Hugo could hear the crowd cheer and applaud the speaker, "It deprives you of your ability to see, to see the atrocities that you have committed upon your brethren. They can no longer call themselves a tribe of humanity for they shown that they are truly lower than that. They are vermin! And like Vermin they deserve to be-"

Hugo turned off the radio, he didn't have the patience to let the speech finish. Felix shifted from his curled position and opened one eye, "Why did you turn it off? I was listening to that." Hugo glared at Felix who gave him a small smile. "How can you even stand it. It's absolutely disgusting." Felix stretched himself out and then sat up, "Well blubbering idiots spewing out hateful messages make wonderful sleep aids." Hugo rolled his eyes, "I'm surprised we can get that station so far from Ulteris, we're quite the distance from it." " And with each passing second we get farther and farther away. I wouldn't be surprised if they can get that station in the Solarian Capital, for crying out loud they turned the spire into a gigantic radio transmitter." From the train car window Hugo could see the great white walls of Kergstien, Hugo stood up and pulled down the duffel bag that was elevated above the seat. "Hypothetically, lets say by some miracle we gather a competent party that fulfills his condition. Do you really think he's just going to give you the map?" Hugo smiled as he slung the bag over his shoulder, "It's worth a shot isn't it?" Felix shook his head and jumped up onto Hugo's shoulder. "Well let's get this over with."

The streets bustled with activity as the sun shone down on the fair. Felix's eyes and tail nervously darted back and forth as Hugo quickly looked over the registration forms and contracts. Felix began to bat Hugo's face and glared at him, "Hey Hugo, I just realized something." "What is it Felix?" "Well it dawned upon my furry face that their are too many people in the city today and we do not have a method for gathering the recruits we need." "Oh I have a plan and a method. We have a booth located in the grand square, I also had some notices posted around some of the recruitment offices in the Solarian Empire." Felix gave a small a smile "Hmm, maybe this won't end in disaster after all."

"Have I ever mentioned that absolutely despise children."
Hugo glanced at his companion who was glaring intensely at a clown across the square who was entertaining a small swarm of children. "You know something Hugo, right now we're on the same damned level as that clown right over there. That's right we're on the same level as an oaf who makes a living by being the laughing stock of everyone else." Hugo raised an eyebrow at his cat shaped familiar, "I don't think so, at the end of the day we make more mo-" "KITTY CAT!" Felix quickly ruffled himself up as he desperately tried to hide from the rapidly approaching child shaped menace. "OH SHIT." The child was quickly intercepted by a watchful parent and the immediate threat disappeared. "Hugo are we trying to recruit small lice infested children." "I'm sure someone will show up." "I swear by the eight Life Walkers' souls, if we don't get any possible candidates in the next 10 minutes I am going to flip your shit and tear you a new one." "Hey calm down Felix, I'm sure someone that we can recruit will show up soon." "For your own sake I hope so."

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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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The streets were too crowded, the people to hasty and inconsiderate, the place had an odd odor of spices and the stink that all cities gained from having a mass of people living within it. . Kergstien, what had once been only a name of a long far off city was now a place Maleki was very much disliking. Everywhere he looked something about the place rubbed him the wrong way, from the swarms of people who could pose a threat to him to the noise which would be considered a crime in his home city. This was not even taking into account the look people gave him, a large blue troll walking in their midst would make most people look twice but when they were carrying weapons as obviously as he was, well people were not greeting him with open arms.

Maleki had only just arrived though, his feet carrying him far from his homeland as he dodged what few pursuers were still willing to hunt him for the price on his head. By instinct he had made his way to the crime riddled underbelly of the city, every city had one. The taverns, the poverty, the crime, all these were signs that he was familiar with and things which made him just a little more comfortable. He had spent the morning checking the bounties and jobs that the taverns had, most of them were not worth pursuing and when he asked he found out that he would not even be able to pursuer his old job of hunting bounties here since the pickings were just too slim at the moment. Bad signs indeed since his pockets were already starting to feel empty and he had yet to even find himself some sort of place to stay for the night. By his estimates he would be flat broke by the end of the week. He had done a lot to get here, crossing the border and being on the run for over a month now.

Maleki could not help but let a sigh run through him, it seemed as though his luck was starting to get a little low. His feet carried him with the crowd, walking towards the central square where he would begin looking for work. Pulling away from everyone else he turned down one of the darker allies, trying to get away from others so that he was not bothered. After a moment it was simply him and the sound of his heavy feet upon the ground, a moment later he felt it. Looking down he a man, though only a man based on the beard that could be seen from the heap of trash and dirt covering him, grabbed onto his leg. “Please….” A lone plea, a single sound begging for help. Maleki could not help but snear, tearing his foot away and continuing towards the square. From the sounds of it the man was almost dead, even if Maleki had given him all his money the man might still die, if he had been back in Circo he would have killed the man; given him a respite from life and the suffering he was enduring. Stepping out of the alley Maleki felt the sun hit him in the face, the light shining upon him as he entered the square. Instinctively his eyes picked out each entrance and exit, six of them in total, and he started to make his way towards the set up booths. If he was lucky, some merchant or guard would be looking for warriors, if he was very lucky he might even hear about a good bounty or two that would set him up for a while but if he was unlucky he would just have to find a mark that he could take down for profit. One way or another, he would not allow himself get to the end of the week without some money going into his pocket.

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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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The children were swarming the dancing oaf at a faster rate. He must have used magic, reasoned Felix, who stared harder. No, balloons. Something had to be done, "Hey Hugo." "What." "100 Doubels says I can make that clown look like a total jerk face with out moving from this spot." Hugo scratched his chin and then glared at Felix, "Counter wager, how 'bout you don't." Felix pretended to consider the counter wager, "Alright, how about a counter counter wager, How 'bout I do, or I will be turning on my favorite sleeping aid." Hugo's eyes widened, "You won't dare put him on in deep Solarian lands, if you dare try to turn that radio on I will strangle you." Felix tilted his head "Oh contrare, and on top of which you're talking to me aloud." Hugo quickly shut his mouth and began to look forwards blankly. Felix smiled a little and quickly readjusted his position. In a flash Felix quickly shifted into a Southern Shooting Porcupine and fired one quill into the mass of ballons. Felix quickly shifted back into his cat form and watched as the children, he hated so much, burst into tears. "Felix you are a gigantic jerkface."

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Summer Solstice Festival was here again. The one day a year that the heavenly globe known as the Sun hangs high in the sky for the majority of the day, it's a well known festival day. In Kergstein, the festival is a really big deal, as most tourists make a pseudo-pilgramage there each year, which provides a huge boost to the local economy. In the Town Square, festivities were underway and in full swing, with revelers and merchants celebrating Sele's grace with song and dance. Near the middle of the square, a large group of children clustered around a statue, scribbling on it with chalk and laughing merrily.

The statue was of a smiling matron, garbed in impressive stone plate-armor and seated on the edge of the fountain. She was depicted with her head in one palm, eyes closed and resting her elbow on her knee, feet crossed. The most visually striking feature of the statue was the hair, which seemed to be a wild cascade of pure gold thread spilling about the shoulders and down its back. Most of the plates on its armor were covered in drawings, depicting the Sun, Sele, and various aspects of nature. Many of the children were talking to the statue, telling it about whatever fanciful ideas popped into their heads. Suddenly, a child came running up to the statue, sobbing and holding a popped balloon.

Very slowly, a change fell upon the statue. Its eyes slowly opened, searching for the source of distress. The child held his popped balloon up for the statues inspection, tears running down his reddening face. The statue breathed in, the sound audible for several meters.

"My! What has befallen you, little one?" A booming voice issued forth from the mouth of the now awoken Kiganjo, deep yet womanly. Kiska reached down, scooping the child up with one arm and cradled him in the crook of her elbow. The rest of the children paid him no mind, instead darting off to participate in the maypole or cause havoc in the crowds. Pointing one grubby hand in the direction of the balloon merchant/clown, he whined some unintelligible gibberish and waved the popped balloon in the air, futily trying to get it to float again. Nodding in understanding, Kiska gained her feet, sending a light cloud of chalk dust into the air around her.

Everyone in the immediate area backed up, some in fear, and some calmly. Those that lived in the town were of course used to Kiska being around by now, but the tourists for the most part had never seen an elemental before, and certainly not any living being of Kiska's size. She began to sluggishly plod over to the Fool, giving him ample time to notice her and quickly scramble for another balloon. By the time she reached him, the man was doubled over, winded but holding an elaborate balloon lion out for Kiska's approval. She drew in another breath, causing many of the balloons to drift slightly closer to her.
"My thanks, Fool. Tis a grand creation." She gave him a warm smile, passing the lion to the child in her arm and turned to go back to her spot on the lip of the fountain.
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"Hey Hugo, did you see that too?" "What the moving statue?" "So I'm not crazy." "You're goddamned lucky that you're a shapeshifter." Hugo stood up, "Hey Felix you think she is affiliated with GMHO." Felix stared at Hugo and then suddenly realized what he was going to do. "Whoa buddy we don't have to go to far. I actually would like to keep my skin." Hugo rolled his eyes, "Well I thought it would be a good idea to have an elemental on our side, and thank you for the suggestion." Hugo stood out of his chair and began walking to the elemental, "Wait! Please don't! I won't threaten to turn on the radio again! Please stop." Hugo ignored Felix and stood next to the elemental, Felix motioned for him to stop and Hugo just smiled and waved. "So did you know that there is such a thing as a shapeshifting animal who hates children?" "You son of a gun."

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Turning in surprise, the elemental examined the newcomer with suspicion and moved her arms around her charge defensively. Frowning, Kiska inhaled slowly.

"What are you implying? Be you this shapeshifter? I warn you, I am not to be trifled with." She swiveled her torso a bit, putting her shoulder in between Hugo and the child in her arms. Bending her knees slightly, Kiska prepared to snap the human in two with a kick if he proved to be dangerous.
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Felix glared at Hugo and Hugo smiled back. Felix quickly darted behind the table and tossed up the radio onto the top of the table. Felix glared at Hugo with his paw above the on button and Hugo glared back. "Your move." "It seems we have an impass." "So we do." "Felix I will shoot that damned radio and you will owe me a new radio." Hugo turned his head to the elemental. "Sorry thats my comrade, he's a gigantic jerkface, and he hates," Felix raised his paw over the on button. "children." Felix's eyes widened as he went for the button. With a quick motion Hugo drew out The Punisher and fired three rounds into the radio, "AND NOW YOU OWE ME A NEW RADIO YOU JERKFACE!" Hugo extended his hand to the elemental, "The name's Hugo, care to become a magic hunter?"

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Humans never ceased to astound her. Not only was this one talking to a cat as if the beast could understand him, but he also appeared to be slightly unhinged mentally. Kiska edged away from him a bit, still glaring suspiciously.

"You humans and your chaos. I know not what a Magic Hunter is, but I know that you need take your leave of this place," she warned. Kiska deposited the child in the care of his parents, who had stopped by to see what all the fuss was about. Upon hearing the words Magic Hunter, they began to titter with excitement.

"You're joining the Magic Hunters, Kiska? That's wonderful news! Maybe when you're all rich and famous you can come back here and share some with us, eh?" The couple turned to their friends, spreading the good news that their resident elemental was joining the Magic Hunters to bring them all great wealth and items of wonder.
Immediately confused and more than a little frustrated, Kiska tried to dissuade the townsfolk, but they wouldn't hear any of it. Several children came by to wish her safe travels, eyes filled to the brim with tears. Kiska turned to Hugo, an upset expression dominating her face.

"You snake! You had this planned from the beginning, did you not?" Crossing her arms over her chestplate, Kiska sighed heavily, rustling Hugo's coat. "Very well, if only to ensure you do not cause harm to my children with your insanity, I will escort you."
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Hugo gave the elemental a big grin, "Pish Pish, that would suggest I plan things, I don't often plan things. Yeah, and I'm sorry if I frightened the children, but hey kids love guns," Hugo rubbed his right arm and cringed, "And they love firing them into people, apparently, who woulda thunk." Hugo looked over to the table and noticed that it lacked the "Magic Hunters Recruitment Drive" sign. "Oh I have an idea! Why don't you help me recruit more people, and I promise I will not shoot anymore radios." Hugo quickly ran to the back of the table and pulled out the sign that said in messy handwriting "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment." "So you wanna help?"

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Kiska scowled intensely at Hugo, unsure of whether or not to kick the man in half and save herself the trouble later or humor him out of her love for all races. Finally, her maternal instincts won out, and she held out her hand for the sign, though she deigned not to say anything. Soon, Kiska found herself by Hugo's table, holding his sign into the air and waving at people, back into her normal good mood. Many stopped by just to chat with them, wishing Kiska good luck and fortune or questioning Hugo about his plans for the future.
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Alumaruk stepped as lightly as she could around the people in the square. She had never seen so many humans packed so densely into such a space. They were mostly identical, at least from orc perspective, but a few stood out as unique or hummed with their own special energy.

Like the tones of green among an orc city, human skin could range from ivory to ebony. Alum assumed their coloring said something about the location of their ancestors. They even stood on a height gradient, which to Alum seemed much broader, with humans ranging from puny to practically-orc.

Green-skin wasn’t necessarily rare here, but Alum noticed the wide berth awarded to her and other verdant folk. That’s why she tried to respect human custom and tip-toe around them, even if it would be easier just to kick them all aside.

Civility, she had to remind herself, was literally regulated in human cities. They enacted punishments as if they were all little judges, so irregularly sure of their reason. The wise-women had warned her about human laws. They asked Alum to watch her temper. You couldn’t fight in human cities, even if they clustered about and made annoying spectacles of themselves.

Alum worked her way to a mostly empty spot near the corner of a building and she rested her back against the stone. She closed her eyes and hummed. Calm descended on her like a cool rain. She made a mental note to remember the towering white walls of Kergstien, and the spires that speared the clouds. They would make good imagery in a future poem.

When the orc opened her eyes again, she was able to suppress her anxiety. She had to focus, because Alumaruk was on a mission. Her ancestors had sent her to bring back wisdom and observation from strange lands. They also asked her to find magic, and this simple request made Alum special. The Fazorian Plains were losing power. Every season an orc child was born who struggled to even contact a spirit. The old customs and traditions of her tribe threatened to collapse and leave orc children stranded powerless on the great grasslands.

Alumaruk was the first potential wise-woman made magic hunter. She had no interest in money or a name. She wanted to get her hands on raw power, and her first objective was to find someone else seeking it and convince them that she deserved the chance.

The orc stretched her muscular arms above her head and peeled away from the warm stone wall with a grunt. She was ready to try the crowd again. Alum didn’t disappear into the throng so much as barrel into it, and then she was on her way toward the tiny human booths. Hopefully they were selling more than empty promises.

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Spotface blinked, and counted again. Ah, yes, they were all still there. 27 pocket watches; some big and others small, some plain and others fanciful... all ticking away. When he'd first started the collection earlier that week, the offbeat ticking was something of a bother, but somewhere around the first dozen the sounds combined into an oddly pleasant chorus, like the patter of rain, or the rustle of reeds. Speaking of rustling... which of these fine schmucks has the next watch for my collection?

Spotface stole a glance from around the gargoyle he'd been perched behind to survey the street below. The street was crowded and noisy, full to the brim with happy, rich, and distracted people--just the way he liked it. Only... He looked at the watches again. Seven on the first day, from the caravan... Another five from the hotel that night, and only four yesterday from the market... that would mean, what, eleven pilfered watches from the fair so far? And the day isn't even over!... No, this won't do. The revelry's making this too easy... the challenge is gone.

For Spotface, traveling the world over had its perks, but he found himself constantly inventing games to keep himself entertained. Sensing that pocketwatch pickpocketry had run its course, it was time to begin the search for a grander scheme to pass the time--the fair is but once a year, after all, not the sort of thing to waste on watches. With that goal in mind, he dropped carefully to the ground, but almost fell on a beggar he mistook for a heap of rags and trash. They shared a bewildered look, then, with a grin, Spotface tossed the sack of watches into the man's lap.

"Uhh, here. I'm done with these," he said, and bounced away into the crowd, looking for another game to play.

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Valar walked briskly towards the city as the sun was getting low. The man slung over his shoulder bounced limply with each step. It had been a hell of a fight bringing this one in, he'd tried to defraud some big shot noble and Valar had been sent out to collect him. Which had been fine until the guy had tossed a fireball in Valars face. Despite being a mass of burns Valar had still managed to incapacitate the man.

As he drew closer to the city he saw the guard preparing to close the city for the night. "Tiny damned Gods" he growled "Just my luck." He picked up his pace to a steady jog, the mans head made a thunking noise as it clanked off one of the metal plates that was inserted into Valars leather outerwear. His jacket and combat pants had them throughout in places where they would provide protection but not affect his mobility. He made it inside just as the gates were closing catching more than a few suspicious glances.

He finally got to the precinct and dropped the guy on the counter. "By Voldomirs hairy ass crack I swear, that is the last time I do "Alive"". He signed the prisoner over to the authorities and received a heavy purse in exchange. Then he decided to go to the main square to see what all the fuss was about. As he walked by an open air tavern he grabbed a mug of beer out of a patrons hand. "Thanks citizen." The man turned clearly about to make something of it but changed his mind when he say all 7 feet and 2 inches of heavily armed Nord staring back at him. Valar flipped him a coin not really caring about the denomination and said "Keep the change" and walked off to sit on the fountain, drink his beer, and soak in the festival.

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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 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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Just a little bit further... Spotface tickled the clasp of the necklace again, angling ever so slightly, so that the once the thing was off it would fall right in his palm. Being truthful, this game wasn't much more interesting than the pocketwatches; getting to the right height to reach the necklaces had taken some creativity, but now that Spotface had burrowed within a cocoon of hanging stuffed animal prizes, the rest was the simple. He was going to quit, only, this necklace had the look of a magic item...

Somewhere not far off, the sound of gunshots rang and echoed, joining with yelps and worried murmuring. Spotface jumped, his fingers fumbling, and the woman turned to face him in sudden horror. As the jewelry sprung loose from her neck, her voice went from pleasantly melodious to a high pitched shriek. "Help, thIIEEEF!" The comedy of her sudden voice change gave Spotface only a moment more to burst from his perch and away down the road. Rapid footsteps and urgent voices confirmed that the city watch was close on his tail. Distantly, he realized that he was running in the direction the shots came from--not particularly smart, Spotface, there will probably be more guards waiting for you--but it was too late now. He darted and weaved below tables, stalls, carts, and dresses. Turning down an alley that proved to be a dead end, men bounded in after to end the chase, only to find it empty. With a whoosh and the whizz-zip of his grappling shot, in seconds he was on the rooftops, ripping off his goggles and applying a fake beard. Jumping from roof to roof, he found a discrete place to clamber down, and bumped into the very same beggar from before--who was happy to supply Spotface with some spare rags.

He figured it would take a while to hobble quietly and slowly out of town, but it wasn't really an issue. No one paid any attention to beggars, after all, especially a greenskin. Winded from the running and excitement, he stopped to rest in the main square, where an amusing sign caught his attention. Super Awesome Magic Hunters, you say? Why, I was practically doing that just now!

The more Spotface thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. He could use his skills on real world challenges instead of juvenile games, and in ways less likely to get him arrested. Working on a team might not be so bad, either, Spotface realized. That beggar, he mused, had probably been the first person he'd been friendly with in several months of traveling solo. Slipping into the shadows, he worked his way around the square until he arrived at the table in question. There was quite an array of people waiting there, and Spotface couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in, not one, but two towering giants. “What work do you have bossman?” the blue one asked. Regaining his composure, he walked as confidently as he could manage to the Teker manning the table.
"Yeah, uh.. where do I sign?"

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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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As soon as Valar heard the shots he drew his pistol and spun, aiming at the direction the shots had come from. Civilians scattered out of his line of fire. However he soon realized they had not been fired in anger, well at least not at a Person, in anger. He walked away from the ludicrous spectacle, holstering his massive pistol once again. Turning however he noticed a crowd starting to gather around what he had at first assumed to be a statue of a giant stone woman. On Closer inspection this turned out not to be the case. "An Elemental, well shit, that's a first." From here he could just make out the sign she was carrying. He had no idea what the letter symbolized but he figured he might as well go see, as long as it wasn't some stupid charity or something.

As he walked over there he took in the diversity of the crowd. Lots of Greenskins apparently, they had an orc, a troll, and even a goblin. He loitered nearby as inconspicuously as a heavily armed 7 foot tall Nord could just to overhear the conversations. A Guild of Magic Hunters? That sounded worthwhile! Not the Guild bit, what with all the rules regulations and members dues, Ha. Well might as well try his luck. He walked over.

"Hi, excuse me ma'am. Can you tell me more about this organization? What I really mean is, Can I join this excursion as an independent member.

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Stepping into the very heart of the festival alone was a privilege that Elant seldom had. It was because of this rare opportunity that Elant had taken it upon himself to broaden his horizons, and explore life outside of the Dwarven agenda. Though he considered himself far more open minded than that of his caretakers, there were still traces of doubt strewn throughout the Seraph about life outside of the mines.

As an ambassador to the Dwarven Royal Family, his business outings rarely left him time to attend personal pursuits. With his recent acquisition of time off, however, he decided that there would be no better opportunity to reach out to the outside world than attending the annual Solarian Festival. This was to be a time of celebration- a time to unite peoples of all creeds, races, and religions. For once in his life, he was happy for the chance to experience mingling with non-Dwarves- amazing what a little no-pressure communication can do for an otherwise silver-tongued Ambassador!

His stroll through the festival gave him the opportunity to meet many different types of people, but it was one particular booth that caught his fancy- the Magic Hunt. Caressing his blunderbuss, he fondly remembered the day that jolly Bo the Scythemaster presented him with an elusive chunk of Magic Ore. He decided that his duties to the Royal Family could wait a while longer yet, as he would like the chance to repay the Dwarf for his selflessness and friendship.

"Excuse me, sir," Elant started, addressing Hugo, "I can see that you have quite the gathering for your venture. I specialize in both mending and augmenting the bodies of fellow hunters, and I'm also no slouch with a blade. I would love to enlist in your endeavor if you can spare the room."

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Morgan exited the store she had been browsing and made her way back to Lysandra, who was sitting on a nearby bench. Despite being a Teker in a Solarian city, she was actually enjoying the experience a little, if mostly because of the festival taking place. With Lysandra, however, things were a little different.

"I'm back. Sorry that took so long," Morgan said as she sat down next to her friend, handing over one of the apples she'd bought. Neither of them felt like getting something more substantial to eat, since lunch was still a while off. About halfway through her own apple, the engineer glanced at her friend. "Something the matter?"

"Not really." Lysandra let out a sigh, her right foot tapping the ground in an almost rhythmic fashion. "Well, you know I'm not comfortable out here." She took another bite out of her apple. "In the city, I mean." Lysandra never really felt at ease among anything remotely populated, it was like the navigator felt she was being held by something, or someone, whenever they entered a city. It made her rather nervous, alert.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Too many Solarians around here for my liking. Well, not that you count, obviously." Morgan watched the crowds going up and down the street for some time, trying to think of a way to cheer Lysandra up. "Hey, maybe try some of this?" she suggested, offering a paper bag to the navigator. "Candied root ginger, the guy said this was. Might help calm your nerves or something."

"Candied what?" Lysandra looked at Morgan with a bit of a grim, disgusted expression. "I guess..." She took the bag hesitantly, taking a piece of this 'candied root ginger' and carefully inspecting it. "It wouldn't hurt to try." And without much thought, Lysandra popped the piece of candy in her mouth.

It was surprisingly tasty, a soft and sweet flavour bringing a smile on her face. "Not bad." Lysandra remarked, before subsequently regretting those words as her mouth felt like it was set on fire. Lysandra hastily gestured to Morgan, a somewhat sour expression replacing the shortlived smile in an attempt to convey that the navigator was desperate for some- "Water."

Doing her best not to laugh, Morgan quickly fished out her hip flask and handed it over to the poor girl. Curious as to what it would taste like, she tried a piece of ginger for herself. Her initial reaction was more or less the same as Lysandra's, although unlike the navigator, Morgan could handle more spicier foods.

"Pretty good stuff, this is. Glad I bought it," she commented, reaching for another piece. "You okay there, Liss?"

"No?" Lysandra retorted inbetween sips. "Felt like I ate a handful of peppers." Handing the flask over to Morgan, the navigator laughed inwardly. Regardless of how horrible it tasted, it had lightened her mood a fair bit. "Alright," Lysandra pushed herself from the bench, slinging her trusty rifle over her shoulder as she stood up.

Readjusting the katana that was strapped on her waist, the Solarian woman turned to face her friend. "I think we've sat around for long enough." She turned her gaze further down into the city. "Let's see if we can find what we're looking for."

"Yeah, let's get a move on. We could -" Morgan's words were cut short as the sound of a gunshot rang through the air. Her hand instinctively darted towards the caster at her hip. "We could probably check out what's causing that commotion," she said. "Any idea which direction the sound came from?"

"What? Afraid you'll get lost again?" The navigator chuckled gleefully, before pointing further down the road. "Sounds like it came from over there. Give or take a few degrees." She remarked, smiling in anticipation of what this could mean. Though anything involving a gunshot was definitely worth checking out.

"It was just one time I got lost. Just one! You're not gonna let me live it down, are you?" Morgan muttered as the pair of them made their way to the source of the noise, which took them to the town square, of all places. Amidst the crowds, Morgan spotted an unusual-looking stall with some kind of living statue holding up a crude banner. "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment? Well... I guess it looks legit, seeing how there's a few others having a look at it. Shall we?"

As they got closer to the stall, Morgan was able to get a glimpse or two of who was running the show. "Hang on, isn't that...? It can't be. Wait, I think I saw his cat! It has to be him, I'm sure," the engineer said to herself, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're mumbling to yourself, dear." Lysandra raised a single, confused eyebrow at her companion. Finding it a bit out of the ordinary to see Morgan sport an almost Cheshire cat grin. She usually only did that with fancy- No, proper fancy airships that soared through the skies. "Hey, who're you going on about?" The navigator asked, waving her hand in front of the engineer's face.

"You'll see soon enough, once this queue gets sorted out," replied Morgan, although calling the crowd of random adventurers a queue was stretching it a bit.

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Felix stared at the growing crowd around and began flicking his tail back and forth. "Hugo, are you going to answer the questions of this ideal and racially diverse group, or are you going to sit there LIKE SOME MUTE IDIOT?" Felix turned his head to glare at Hugo and possibly smack him around, but he wasn't there. "Yo Felix!" Felix quickly swerved his head to where Hugo's voice was coming from, underneath the table, of course, "Where the hell did we place the contracts?" Felix facepawed, "They're next to our broken radio." "Okay, found it! Thanks Felix,"Hugo emerged from underneath the table with two fat stacks of paper. Hugo slammed the two piles onto the table.

"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." Felix glared at Hugo who returned the look with a smile. "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?" Hugo pulled out a large cardboard tube and pulled the string at the very bottom, unleashing a torrent of multicolored confetti and streamers. "Where the hell did you get that?" "Places my dear Felix, places.

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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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Seraphina watched as many more people stepped up to the booth. She was feeling bored waiting around for so long, even if there was plenty of commotion around her. It wasn't until a male Seraph came up to the podem. Seraphina stopped playing with her dress and watched the Seraph walk through the crowd sign the piece of paper and wait with the crowd. Seraphina kept her eyes on him and walked over to him intrigued with why he had decided to come and join the magic hunting group jsut ike she had. 'Perhaps he is also bored of life...' Seraphina thought to herself.

She stood next to him and was about to speak, when the Head of the hunting party that they had signed up for stood up and started to address the odd looking group. She sighed and listened intently to master Hugo and she giggled at how he made such a dramatic and huge emphasis on dieing on the journey. Seraphina knew that it would take a lot for something to kill a 421 year old light mage, but she couldn't become so cocky. Even though she kept trying to reassure herself she couldn't help but feel a little scared, since this was the first time in her very long life that she was doing something this dangerous and risky. However, she thought of the little boy that she had helped before and knew that because of so many people who weren't able to use magic or be gifted with such a long time to practice and appreciate the properties of magic, that she had to do something of more meaning in her life to help others.

Even though Seraphina found that healing and saving people's lifes was very important and helpful to the world, she felt that if she couldn't put her own life on the line then it would be a life wasted and would soon be forgotten.

When Master Hugo finished, he released a confetti cannon and Seraphina and the others were showered in sparkles and colorful tiny pieces of paper. Seraphina giggled and said, "Well, what would life be if there wasn't a little danger in it! I don't care about the money, but count me in! Let's start hunting some magic!"

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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?"