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Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi

The world is beatiful, like the tears which fall from the sky.

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a character in “The Misguided Ones”, as played by LazuliMetempsychosis

Description

Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi
Lapis Lazuli
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Theme Song: May it Be by Enya

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utĂșliĂ« (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utĂșliĂ« (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

Role: Pure Lapis Lazuli
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): Lapis
Age: 17

Appearance: Lapis has long hair that drifts down to her hips and fades from marine blue to crescent white. Her eyes are a golden color and her hair and eye match the piece of lapis lazuli under her right eye. Her eyes always shine with innocence and kindness, but also seem to have somewhat of a hallow quality at times
 Sometimes when looked into, they seem to be an endless ocean. Lapis is pretty thin and fairly tall. Her arms are very twig like, but her legs are pretty muscular. She has a medium sized chest and fairly large hips. Lapis has thin and somewhat short fingers. Her skin is like peach tinted porcelain. Altogether, she looks kind of like an exotic beauty.

Preferred Clothing: Lapis likes to wear things that she sees as elegant. She doesn’t really care if it is showy or not. She really like simple but beautiful patterns on her clothes. Her favorite things to see in patterns are teardrops and vines. She also likes to have dangly things on her outfits. Usually, she likes to wear clothes with the same marine blue as her hair. She really likes to match her clothes with her physical features.

Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 135 pounds
Hair Color: Marine Blue fading to white
Eye Color: Gold

Personality: At least a paragraph.
Lapis is very friendly and innocent. She really likes seeing people smile and animals happy. She views the world as a very sunny place where everyone needs to learn to get along a little better. She believes that everyone wants to be a good person, but some people just don’t know how and they only need to be taught.

Though Lapis is very friendly, she doesn’t really keep friends for too long and she is extremely shy. She’s looking for a purpose in life and so, she never stays in one place for very long. She can’t explain it, but she knows that she has a greater purpose in life than what she has been finding so far.

Although Lapis is very sheepish when it comes to people, she is excellent with animals. She feels naturally drawn to them and they to her. She can easily calm animals when they are in distress and even wild animals do not act hostile toward her. Lapis loves animals and doesn’t know how to live without them.

More often than not, Lapis seems like quite an air head. She spaces out and seems like she’s really stupid, but sin reality she is quite intelligent. She just can’t help but wander off into a dream world from time to time. A lot of people will say she has nothing but air in her skull, but no one really knows how smart she is. It might even be the intelligence that she has that forces her into her dream world or to get lost in her thoughts.

Over all, Lapis is an extremely calm person. She doesn’t get angry, sad or scared very often at all. She has this airy quality to her. Sometimes because of how calm she is, she can seem unsympathetic, but she really wishes the best for everyone and she hates when other people are upset or angry. When she tells people that everything will be okay, sometimes they think she is pushing their problems aside as little. Usually, it’s just because of her smooth, calm voice. Most people would sound more emotional about things. However, Lapis doesn’t think she is being too calm at all. It’s just how she is.

When Lapis seems most sympathetic is when people are sad or crying. She sings lullabies to people to help them feel more at peace with their situations, whatever they may be. She usually does this only to people she knows well. If she knows them well enough, she even writes an individual lullaby just for that person to show affection for them.

Still, even with her calm airiness, she has a sadness about her. Maybe she is a happy person
 Maybe it’s the fact that she is usually spacing out
 Not many people know why she has a sadness about her. The most probable reason is that she describes things with words that are usually associated with sadness.

There are a few times that Lapis breaks her calmness. One of them is when she believes someone to be behaving cruelly. She confronts them very depressed and asks them why they would do such a thing. If they do not have a good reason, she tries to convince them that what they are doing is wrong. If they will not understand, she will; become upset or angry.

The second thing that makes her calmness evaporate is fire. It frightens her to the extent where she may freeze up and have trouble thinking. She can become petrified with fear or become very emotional. If she lucky, she won’t quite freeze up, but she will still become emotional.

Oddities: Lapis has an extreme love for fish and insects. She hates when people crush bugs and other such things. She also hates when people eat fish. She views them as too graceful and cute to be eaten. Lapis often refuses to eat meat in general, but when she has to eat meat, she deals.

Lapis is prone to falling asleep. She's not very good at staying conscious when nothing is going on and even when she stays awake, she tends to space out and enter a dreamy state or get lost in her thoughts. This may make her seem stupid, but she is very knowledgeable. The spaciness of this girl also leads her not to talk too much at times, but she'll hum when she spaces out a lot of the time.

Another odd thing about this gem is her constant humming. She has a gorgeous singing voice and she loves lullabies. It doesn't really matter what is going on or where she is, she might start humming to herself, leading into a daydream. Luckily she hums very softly and doesn't draw too much attention to her.

The moon is like hypnosis. Lapis could stare at the moon forever and not notice anything around her. She feels drawn to it and she loves it. However, she tries not to look at the moon, for she might not stop until the sun begins to rise.

Likes: Water, rain, the ocean, animals, people, music, singing, dancing, and gazing at the moon and stars
Dislikes: Seeing people in pain, fire, when people do bad things, when people lose hope, sadness, hatred, when people lack forgiveness, having to leave friends behind and loosing them and anger
Hobbies: Singing, wandering around, dancing, meeting new people, and making friends

Phobia(s): Arsonphobia (Fear of fire) Aichmophobia (Fear of needles or pointed objects), Achluophobia (Fear of darkness), Catagelophobia (Fear of being ridiculed)

Skills: Singing, making depressed people more calm and she’s intelligent. However, she is extremely bad at cooking. She always spaces out and forgets about the food and She isn’t good at anything that requires competition, because she’s not very competitive.
Powers: These must be relevant to the gemstone and its folklore and legends. Lapis uses her voice to control water and heal people. Her healing powers are a lot stronger than her attacks.

Fighting style: Lapis is fairly fast and has a really good defense, but her offense is extremely lacking. She lacks upper body strength. Mainly, Lapis stays in the back-lines when she fights and uses her song magic.

Personal History: At least three paragraphs please!
When Lapis was born, her parents abandon her at an orphanage, because of the gemstone that was imbedded in her face. The doctors could not remove it and her parents were extremely afraid of her. Normal children are not born with a gemstone at all, let alone attached the their bodies!

Orphanages where no place for children. They were forced to work hard every day and were constantly told how useless they were. Occasionally one of them would get adopted, but for the most part they were stuck in the horrible place for life. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to form friendships with the other children there. Lapis and her friends all had secret meetings where they would teach each other things as most kids their age would learn. Each of them made a group effort to learn as much as possible and it was a huge success. At 15, the age where everyone has reached adulthood, each of them had to leave the orphanage and find jobs. They learned so much together that they were smarter than most children their age and they all made friends really easily. All of them were given a slip of paper describing where they would go to work(And the conditions in these work places were like sweat shops). Those before them who hadn’t ever learned to read were forced to wander until they died, found someone desperate to get married or were saved by someone who felt sorry for them. If anyone was feeling bad enough, Lapis would sing for them, because they all thought of her singing as beautiful and soothing. They would write lullabies for her to sing for each individual in their clique.

Through her group of friends at the orphanage, she gained dreams and self-confidence. They were such a huge support system for each other that they all became stronger than any orphans who had left the orphanage before them. Every day they would convince each other they were all special and worth something. After that, they would discuss the dreams they all had.

When it came time for her to leave, she never did go to the job that was written on the slip of paper. She felt that there must be something better for her in life. Maybe she had a purpose. For a while, Lapis kept wandering. She learned about what she could and couldn’t eat that she could find in nature.

One day, a very wealthy woman found Lapis wandering around. She immediately saw the ragged girl as a beautiful gem in the rough. The woman knew that if she took her in, the girl would be perfect for her family. The woman recognized Lapis as a very graceful girl already. She knew that the girl before her had to have talent.

See, the wealthy woman felt very poor. She could not give birth to a child. She and her husband were afraid that their wealth would die with them, vanishing. They want a child to inherit the money and do something good with it.

Lapis wanted to know if this woman was her key to finding her purpose. So, Lapis fallowed her. She stayed with the woman and her husband. They bought her singing and dance lessons. Both of her teachers saw a lot of natural talent in Lapis. The singing part was because she had been singing her whole life. She learned she had special powers when she hummed to herself as she did her chores at the orphanage. She learned that she could control water as she scrubbed the floors. She had to sing specific tunes to do specific things. Lapis learned she could heal when she found an animal hurt and frightened on the ground. She wished so much for it to get better and she sang to calm it down. Right in her arms, the animal healed.

With all the lessons, Lapis not only learned how to sing and dance better, but she learned to control her powers better. It made sense to her that if she could control her voice, she could control her powers that relied on her singing.

Although she never became close to her new found family, they were very kind to her. Lapis knew that these people only wanted the best for her. However, a year after they took her in, they vanished. No one knew what had happened to them and Lapis was very devastated. Through this, she learned to stay calm even in some of the most hopeless circumstances.

In the village nearby, someone had a note from her parents addressed to her. The note apologized for their sudden and mysterious disappearance and granted her all the money that they left behind. Lapis took half of it, which is still twice as much as most people ever earn in a lifetime, and left the rest for the couple when and if they ever returned. In her room, she left a note for them. She promised to return one day and explained that she felt that there was something she must find for herself. A purpose.

Several times Lapis has stopped in villages, towns and cities to rest. She often makes a few friends in each place. However, since she travels so much, the friendships don’t last for very long.

No matter where Lapis was in life, be it the orphanage, her “parent’s” or through wandering, there were always animals there to comfort her. When she was lonely at the orphanage and she went outside to sit and mope about, a little rabbit always curled up beside her and kept her company. At the couple’s house, it was a tortoise. On her travels, the animals varied, but they all are remembered and have a place in her heart.

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So begins...

Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi's Story

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Lucius walked through the streets of the town, his wind magic always leaving the air around him pure and free of any of the stray early droplets of rain that might be falling. While he also enjoyed seeing the rain, his jacket was leather, and the damn things couldn't handle water if improperly treated. He let himself wander through the streets, feeling nature's grip on this place as a weak pulse, struggling to make people realize it still existed with this storm. Even more thrilling was the way people even went out of their way to avoid what nature was doing, rushing inside their little buildings to stay away from the life-giving rain. Soon they'll even find out a way to even control the weather, Lucius thought as he wandered through town. As he felt his magic starting to make him strain the tiniest of bits, he figured it would be best to find an inn before he started losing his grip on the magic and got wet. To make the plot proceed, he ended up at the same one Lapis ended up at. As he walked into the inn, he took his jacket off and gave it a quick shake, to look as if he'd actually been getting wet out there.

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He could feel it. Degall's instincts kicked in for a reason even he didn't know, and made him pull the wooden bock from under his arm. Along the seam of the box, an eerie white light glowed. By the time he had pulled the padlock off, De could only witness the glow fade to a low-lying fuzz of light around the obsidian tipped band. "I guess that's five accounted for then hmm?" He muttered to himself in distaste. He wasn't so much upset with the new development as he was with talking aloud in his situation, where he had no reason to. It seemed ridiculous. Taking a look around, he spotted the glow of a town against the overcast sky, not more than a mile off. "Might as well get a drink I s'pose." was the last thing he could think before stepping out from the cover of the large tree above him. As the first crash of thunder and the first blast of lightning lit the sky, he booked it towards the local inn, his heart racing. "Thunder. Thunder and lightning. Dammit." Slowing to a steady walk, he entered the building, suddenly feeling more... relaxed? No not really relaxed. Perhaps more like he was in good company, like people who were like him were around. As he eyed the denizens of the inn's lobby, a girl with blue hair, her back towards him, a boy probably around his age drying off his jacket and a few others who just wanted to get out of the storm, his gut wrenched in a way it never had. He felt like he was among a family of sorts and emotion tugged at him even though he refused to let it show. He had no idea how close his thoughts were to the truth. The blue lapis and newly lit obsidian rings hummed at a near inaudible level as he too a seat in the back of the room.

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It always rains on my shift doesn't it. Lowsy.

Jordan gave a grumble in a few incoherent words before continuing. He didn't have anything against the rain and all, but he didn't like how dark it got when it rained - reminded him of nighttime, and he felt sluggish at nighttime. He resisted the urge to spit into the mug he was cleaning, before setting it underneath the bar with the rest of them. It had taken a bit longer than he had expected - 2 weeks to be precise - to gain complete trust of the bar from the owner, Mr. Georgeson, so that he could work alone. That was the way he like working: alone, nobody telling him how to run the bar or keep track of the travelers in the Inn. Jordan could honestly say, however, that this Inn had to be one of the nicer Inns he had worked in. Unlike his last few, this one had a broom for the broken glass mugs, a working door and running water. If that didn't make things convenient, he wasn't sure what did.

However, it was downtime in the bar section for now. Most of the folks were in their houses, waiting to wait out the storm. A few unluckies would be out and about, and a few even more unlucky travelers were sitting in the Inn, constantly bored with the food. Jordan had to shrug away a few confused eyes at this time when they were curious as to what they were ingesting - How the hell should he know, he couldn't cook worth a damn. Other than the annoyed travelers, the below standard cooking ability of the cook and the fact it was raining, everything was pretty normal. Well, unless you could consider a guy with long, red and black hair and tied into a ponytail normal. It had taken Jordan quite a long time to convince these people that he was neither a demon nor was he constantly on fire, but they were still somewhat cautious of his oddities. Good thing they hadn't seen him when he still rioted.

And, just like every Inn he had ever worked in, there were certain people that showed up that made things a little more interesting.

When he heard the door open, in popped three kids - no older than he was - at different time to prove that they were not together. The first was a girl with hair that would confuse the locals more than his - a funky blue colour. He tried not to notice, as was how a barkeep should always react to new folk, but he couldn't help but give her a quizzical look before moving on to the next kid. He was a little more standard, with his leather jacket - Damn, we got ourselves a rich kid. - and black hair. Nothing too interesting about that kid. The third made him smile, but just a bit - the guy had some obsession with metals, and looked like he belonged out in the country side than in an Inn. The country was a lovely place to be, but he could understand why ranch hands would come in now - the rain storms weren't very forgiving in the country side.

Jordan gave a smirk before hopping over the bar - Yes, he knew that was very unprofessional, but it was his thing. He gave them a smile which was somewhat fake, but quite real as well, and spoke. "Welcome to Merryfellow Inn, travelers. Will you be checking in, or needing a drink?" He noticed that before he had hopped the bar, the metal kid had somehow gotten himself all the way to the back of the room, and he rolled his eyes. Well, if he just wants to sit down, fine by me. Jordan had to hope they would answer soon, or else he would start focusing on something else entirely, and they would probably be lost as to what was wrong with him.

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Lucius nodded, and raised his finger to grab Jordan's attention.
"Do you happen to have any coffee? I'm dead tired from walking all over the place." he said as he slung his "now" dry jacket over his shoulder. It wasn't that he was able to purchase these things willy-nilly, although due to his adoptive mother's death and his inheritance, this was true. He'd had this jacket ever since that fateful day, and it was his last material remainder of his mother, who had always worn it up until her death. It was one of the few possessions he had kept, and he would never have been able to handle it if it had been damaged.

As he looked around, he felt Chaos speak to him, telling him these people his age, obviously other important characters, seeing as they looked radically different from the background characters, were his enemies. Lucius immediately told Chaos to stuff it, this was his day off, and he wasn't going to be ruining it any time soon. As he looked at them, he began to formulate his own opinions on them. The red-haired one seemed very crass, not really giving a damn one way or the other about things, and probably just thought Lucius some dumb rich kid thanks to the jacket. He'd be half right. The green and black-haired one... Geez, what was this, an anime? He seemed like he had just come from the middle of a lion's den... Brontophobia? Maybe. He DID seem more comfortable as he had walked in, though. Maybe his power was empathy... Lucius would have to watch what he thought around this guy, just to be safe. The BLUE-haired one... Nonono, Lucius, this isn't the time to start remembering the theme to Gurren Lagaan, no matter how kickass it is. The blue-haired one seemed like a bit of a ditz, yet... there was something there he was missing... Dammit, he was too busy staring at her to even THINK of reading her personality at a glance. He decided to just sit at the bar and wait for a little while, his jacket hanging off the back of the seat. He'd have more than enough time to handle the new monsters here in Chaos' stead tomorrow.

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Rain poured endlessly from heavy grey clouds that loomed above a normally picturesque landscape. It was ceaseless and it darkened the rolling fields and clumps of forests. Animals ran or flew to safe havens and settled there to ride out the storm. Flashes of lightning split the sky for mere seconds and rumbles shook fiercely. And nestled among it all was a tiny little village, that housed very few. But in the centre of the this village was an Inn. The Merryfellow.

Luna played the dream over and over in her head, until she thought of little else. Of course she only had the barest knowledge of where she was actually heading and that had come from analysing her dream closely. She could end up anywhere and it was only her own determination that kept her going. The dream had come to her just a few days previously, when she had left the mountain range and was camping beneath a gnarled oak tree that was upon the banks of a twisting stream. It had woken her violently from her slumber, slick with sweat and with a fresh destination in mind. Without hesitation, she had packed up and set off into the night. Now, she was still trying to find it, attempting to beat the rain before it began to fall.

Hoisting her handmade bag further on her back, she bowed her head against the strong wind that blew relentlessly against her slender frame. Despite a thick hood made of fur, it still nipped icily at her ears and neck, blowing strands of pure white hair around her face. Impatiently, she brushed them back, securing them with a tie before continuing to battle forwards. Crossing a meadow of swaying grasses and flowers, she pushed through a thicket of bushes emerging with a flourish on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she surveyed the area. And there is was, the little village she had dreamed of. A rare smile tugged at her lips as she adjusted her hood and fur-lined jacket. True, it was too warm for them both, but she wouldn't be without the last items of clothing her mother made for her. As she took a step forwards, the rain began to fall and the first fork of lightning split the sky. Pulling a face, Luna began to jog forwards down the sloping hill and towards the village.

By the time she reached the bottom, she was completely soaked to the skin. Increasing her speed, she weaved through the tightly packed buildings and towards the Inn that was nestled in the middle. Bursting through the door, she tumbled, nearly falling flat on her face. Straightening, she immediately tugged off her hood and discarded it on a nearby table. Her white locks tumbled around her shoulders, the gem on her forehead caught the light as well. Pink flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that searched the Inn for a second. They locked on a group of people, with odd coloured hair, much like her own. Frowning, she pulled her sopping jacket off. Someone whistled, but she ignored them, with only eyes for the small group. Even her clothes underneath were drenched, but she ignored this also.

Cautiously, she walked up to them, fluttering her eyelashes slightly to be rid of the water. "Excuse me, can anyone help me?"

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Things were getting out of control. It reminded Jordan of a riot. But not one of the sweet, kickass riots. More like the annoying ones where nobody knew what the heck was going on.

For starters, the rich guy asked for a coffee. Jordan nearly started laughing from the start, and he knew that Mr. Georgeson wouldn't be too thrilled with the knowledge that Jordan had straight on laughed at a customer's request. It was, however, quite blatantly obvious that JoJo was trying hard not to laugh, as he just seemed to be trying to hold in the giggles. Instead of laughing, however, he looked at the guy funny and spoke. "Look, I'm not sure that you understand where you are. Coffee ain't cheap, and you aren't exactly in a house of luxury. But if it's a coffee you want, just be prepared to pay for the thing." Satisfied that he had quelled his laughter (not to mention the rabid thoughts of why he wore gloves that were also leather. He must like cows. Or not.) he was about to hop back over the bar when another person walked in. Female, roughly same age as every other person that was walking in, white hair. That somewhat stopped him in his tracks. White hair? Sounds like a bad joke. A Ginger, a rich boy a white-haired beauty walk into a bar.... wait, I'm already in the bar. Was she batting her eyelashes at me or the others? She has a funky tattoo on her forehead as well.. huh.

Jordan shook his head somewhat. He really needed to reel in his thoughts sometimes. His childhood was full of this sort of thing - he couldn't focus, so everyday life became a huge challenge, but funny as heck. Back to reality, he heard that had asked a question. Excuse me, can anyone help me? As Jordan had somewhat predicted - somewhat... - the rich boy instantly walked over to the young lady and said something to do with gravy and bizzaro. Jordan was now seriously lost with the entire situation, so while the guy was pretending to sound helpful, Jordan made him his damned coffee. To be honest, he could have just told him that they had none - they were in a bar, in a not so well off town. - but he made it for him anyway. You know the process: grinding the beans, boiling the water, etc. It wasn't all that difficult, just boring. When he had finished, Jordan put the black sludge-liquid stuff on the bar, and interrupted their discussion. Something about help.

"Your coffee's done." He then put this in all of the new people's general area. "Now, since I couldn't ask this before, will any of you be staying the night or just getting something actual to drink and moving along?"

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Lucius nodded after Luna had responded, and looked at the group, with another gemstone walking through the door, this one looked easy to break, and Chaos confirmed it. If now wasn't the perfect time to get everyone united, with or against him, or at least knowledgeable of what they were, he couldn't think of another.
"Look, doesn't anyone else feel like we were all called here by something else? Or at least like we have some sort of connection? Because me and Moony can't be the only two with gems embedded in us." With that, he took off the biker gloves, revealing the obsidian crescents on his hands, as black as the darkest reaches of space. With his big secret revealed, he continued. "I know what we are, all I need is for you all to listen, as much as it may annoy at least one of you to have to hear me speak."

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Jordan was sure that somebody had planned a riot in the Merryfellow in, just to piss him off. The place was slowly getting more chaotic, and not in that good kind where everybody was being mello and drinking until they were pissing themselves. Nope, this was that sort of chaotic when you had to bring the entire town where he grew up together, knowing that everybody would be confused and annoyed.

It didn't help that Jordan's inability to focus was starting to go awry. His eyes were constantly jumping from one person to another, one scene to another. To help himself focus, he began to recap what was happening in front of him in his mind as it went. To start, the rich kid with the love for cows - he presumed, anyway - was talking to the girl he called Mooney that just waltzed in after he paid for his coffee. Slowly, Jordan willed himself to grab the coins from the table and put them in their right place in the vault. It he didn't focus on one thing at a time, he would lose it. Next came the opening of the door and a girl that seemed like she was from the neighborhood he grew up in walked into the Inn. Originally she had a cowl - a nice, dark black one. Interesting that she- no, no, focus Jordan... - and she took it off to reveal that she was showing a little more than he was used to, but then again she wasn't that far off from his promiscuous sister. It then clicked - he had noticed her numerous times in the Merryfellow Inn before (though, for some reason, the Merryfellow part didn't stick with the locals very well...). He was about to jump back over the bar to greet her, the white haired miss spoke up and answered the question he really needed answering.

I would like a room. While it wasn't as loud as he would like it, he gave her a smile and jumped over the bar anyway. She then directed her next line to rich cow boy, but Jordan could hear it anyway That is the help I needed. I am not used to...all of this. Jordan raised an eyebrow, and decided that he would speak to her later. People that didn't visit Inns were usually two different sets of people: You had your pompous fools that never came out of their damned castles, and got all their ale delivered. Then you had those nut-jobs that never left their houses/caves/holes to socialize. Regardless, that little statement was confusing as hell to Jordan, which didn't help the organization of the area. He slowly began to shuffle over to where the blue haired lady and the somewhat regular miss until the Lady-with-white-hair spoke once more.

Instead of understanding, Jordan just shot her a look of completely confusion. Dreams? Telling people where to go? Jordan had yet to experience something like that. He had remembered his brothers discussing that they were on some form of drug and heard voices, so JoJo gave the idea that maybe the Lady was hallucinating. Regardless of her sanity, it was the Rich-Cow-Lover - Debatable... - that Jordan swore had cracked. Look, doesn't anyone else feel like we were all called here by something else? Or at least like we have some sort of connection? Because me and Moony can't be the only two with gems embedded in us. I know what we are, all I need is for you all to listen, as much as it may annoy at least one of you to have to hear me speak.

Jordan was puzzled by why this kid had ugly black stones in his hands. He never thought once that there could be other 'people' like him out there, nor did he really care. He also took offense to that last bit, for he could tell that was jabbed at him. So, before he could continue speaking, before anybody could pitch in and make this even more crazy stupid, Jordan pipped up over everybody.

"Excuse me!" He paused for less than a second to let everybody hear him, and then continued. "While this is all fine and dandy, and I am sure that you would love to spill your guts about secrets of the stones and such, I have some pressing matters to attend to as the barkeep." He stopped, then put up a finger and pointed it at the Mooney miss, then put it down just as quickly. "We do have a room available for you Miss for a small..." He paused, really quite hating the word. "Fee. Next, are any of you wanting to have a room?" He looked around at the entire new company. "Finally, so that you can get back to your conversation..." He turned to the short miss in the worn down clothing and smiled. "Welcome back Miss. Care for a drink?" After that, he moved again, never seemingly stopping. "Thanks for your time, carry on with your conversation people."

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Lucius shrugged at Jordan.
"No need, I live half a mile from here, and I just needed time to get my wind back. Not my breath," he said, before Jordan could say anything, "Wind. Well, Jordan Silith Telisay, Luna Aea, Vega Sterre Delacroix, Degall Saorius, Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi, if any of you wish to know more, I'll be waiting in the big house at the foot of the volcano to the South. Goodbye for now." And with that, he walked into the rain, every single drop that would have touched him spraying off of a small barrier of wind, leaving a rather misty effect to his departure. As he walked back to his house he wondered what would happen in the next few days. Either at least one person would come to his estate to learn more, or none of them would come. Either way, he got off his vacation in three days, after that, they were fair game. Upon his return to the house, he took his coat off and placed it on a specially made coat rack, the plaque above reading, "May her heart rest in peace, but her spirit keep fighting." He then knelt over the fireplace, making a few sparks off of his knife, and, using the wind to stoke the flames, got the hearth going as he laid back in a worn seat and listened to the rain.

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Although she was doing her very best to not let it seem as if she were suffering from the effects of anxiety, of trepidation as the people within the room went about gossiping, there was no denying the nervous air that had sprung up around Vega as she silently suffered this the best she could. Facing the rain and falling ill would be better than this. . . . The people hated her; they always had and always would. Nothing would ever change, her life would always be this, running away and quietly enduring the things said about her, the unwanted attention the nasty and unrepeatable things onlookers spewed about her, just because of who she’d been made to marry.

Vega’s breathing had become somewhat rushed, as she grew nervous; her heart beating so damn fast that she was beginning to shake, her fingers were interlaced and held together so tightly that her little hands shook on top of the table. It was just about to become too much for her to handle anymore, she was almost ready to bolt from her seat right then, and to just face the rain and darkness outside when . . . the sound of approaching footsteps made her completely freeze. When the footsteps stopped before her table, and the sound of a chair’s legs scraping the wooden floor below hit Vega’s ears, she couldn’t help her eyes flittering up from staring so intently at her own hands to see who was daring to take a seat across from her. The onlookers always gossiped and said allowed terrible words to slip from their lips while travelers always just watched, quiet and curious of her story. No one ever bothered to come close to her, distance was kept, until, well, now.

Even trying to compose herself, Vega undoubtedly came off as timid, and meek as she sat there, glancing up at the person who’d broke the normal response to her, and actually came and sat down across from her. It was a woman, perhaps one of the oddest looking women Vega had ever seen in her short life, but even with the strangeness about her person, she was still beautiful in a way Vega didn’t know how to describe. Her features were light, her hair was a silvery white and her eyes a crystalline blue while her skin was pallor, but in a healthy way. She held a kindness to her, and it was something Vega found herself able to perceive, she was not the same as the ladies she was used to serving and interacting with under her Mistress and Master. She is . . . is not someone I need fear. . . . she told herself. And, though there was still indeed an air of uncertainty about Vega and the actions she would choose to take, the girl hesitantly turned her head upright to look upon this stranger completely, without simply glimpsing upon her from under her own bangs.

Vega kept herself quiet as she began to speak to her, "Ignore them, they are nothing more than blithering morons who know nothing more than to judge a person without a thought for their feelings. Nor to consider what they are actually like." she was fearless, her remark was enough to rouse the irritation of those people closer by to the two of them. The tone in her voice, it made Vega slink down a bit in her seat. This woman was talking to her, her words were kindly ones though, they weren’t . . . mean, they didn’t hold any hostility. Something that she wasn’t used to. The stranger’s gaze came back to her, while Vega’s own flittered about the people around them, seeing the scowls and looks of annoyance, disgust. . . . But, those crimson eyes went right back to the woman across from her when she began to speak again, "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is..."

She stopped speaking as the voice of someone from a nearby group spoke up, a man who Vega did not recognize. “. . . .Luna Aea, Vega Sterre Delacroix, Degall Saorius, Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi, if any of you wish to know more, I'll be waiting in the big house at the foot of the volcano to the South. Goodbye for now." When the woman’s attention was caught, Vega’s was as well. She heard the name ‘Luna Aea,’ followed by her own. Hearing her own name spoken aloud and by a stranger, it made her heart leap high into her throat, a sharp breath leaving her. Her name was a known one, but for someone to blatantly announce it within a room of people, half of which would rather see her dead than alive, it was enough to stir up the fear within Vega again. She didn’t know what he was talking about though, knowing more about what?

What business did he have with her? Or any of the people whose names he’d spouted out before he just left. I-I, he did not just address me, it was a group of us, people here in the Inn for some reason. For what reason, I know not, he is not a familiar face. . . . she thought, swallowing hard while she forced her eyes down to the table underneath her hands again. The woman across from her, she was looking to her again, Vega could feel her eyes. The name which had caught her attention, it’d been ‘Luna.’ Her name . . .? Vega reasoned, unsure. Before she’d stopped speaking, she had been intending on giving her name. Was her name then ‘Luna?’

Taking in a shaky breath, Vega drew her eyes back up and looked at Luna, revealing that her features carried just as much uncertainty as her own. She didn’t know how to react, for more than one reason. For one, this Luna was showing her kindness for no reason, two, the situation was one with which she was unfamiliar, and three . . . what could be done? To the woman, Vega could only hesitantly shake her head back and forth in silence.

"Oi! Gossiping is only to be done by old women, the barkeep and drunk folk. And NONE of you are drunk... so how about a round on the house, eh?" That startled Vega again, causing her to about jump out of her seat. While she knew well enough how loud the Merryfellow could become, someone full out shouting like that was not something she had been expecting. A small yelp came from her throat as she quickly composed herself again, and forced a sense of calm into her body, trying to look it best she could. For the people who were now cheering around, roused from their focus on her, and for the fact that she was no longer alone; another was sitting across from her. A tint of red trailed over Vega’s near ghost-white face in embarrassment.

With this, a cup of tea and a little pitcher of milk was set down before her and Luna at the table, causing Vega to look up as it happened, knowing who’d it be. "And here is your tea miss. A word of advice to you both before I take my leave.." He tried to say something, yet he became distracted, and it caused Vega to merely look at him, looking tentative. "Never mind that. You look awfully familiar miss, but it isn't my place to wonder, since the bimbos of the bar will probably let something leak out during the night. So enjoy your drink." He gave a smile and went back about his work.

Familiar, of course I would appear as such. she thought with a sigh, looking back down at the cup of tea and the milk, trying to gather herself back up, to put her mask back on before more of it fell apart. Enough of it had already slipped apart.

Taking in a deep breath as she unlaced her thin fingers from their death grip of each other, Vega reach out toward the tea and the milk, pouring just a bit of the latter into the former. A solemn air had overtaken the girl as she performed this simple task, it was something she had to do time and time again in service of her Mistress and Master, and despite the number of time she’d managed to screw it up, missing the cup as she tried to pour the milk, making the liquid overflow and spill, it was still an act which she knew well enough. Right then, the appearance she carried was a conflicting one, one of both a servant and one who seemed to be doing something to which she was unsuited. I have to remain calm, even if I am not comfortable. There is no point in showing a weakness such as this to anyone.

Remaining quiet until after she’d finished replacing the lid upon the milk, Vega took the warm cup into her gloved hands before momentarily glancing back up to Luna. “. . . .I heard your name spoken by that man, as you heard mine. You are Luna Aea, and I am . . . Vega Delacroix.” She finished, not wanting to say her own name, “I do not recognize him, nor did I know of which he spoke. Though, I am not astounded to know that he knew my name, you though, are not within a similar state of affairs, I suppose.”

Vega kept her voice monotonous this time, calm and reserved. Her young voice seemed strong, too strong for someone of her appearance. Delicately, Vega sipped at the warm tea, minding herself as she did so. “You are brave, Miss Luna, for speaking so boldly toward the clientele in this establishment, women of this region are often not so . . . liberated of mind and undaunted.”

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On the way in, the young boy couldn't help but notice the man walking out and the looks he gathered by people already in the inn. It would be too hard to try and get home now, but it was okay, since his mother and father couldn't possibly care if he came home a bit late. He was fifteen, after all. However, the boy walked in with a box in his arms, tightly wrapped in a coat to keep in dry and a big grin on his face. Instant staring. He imagined unsaid thoughts, commenting on what a young boy he was. That just made him smile more as walked up to the barkeep. "Hey, Mister," he started quietly, glancing around. It seemed that the unsaid thoughts were beginning to get said. Oh dear. Well, everyone seemed somewhat happy anyways. Maybe it was because of the drinks going around.

To Karmanine Wyusu, the inn looked like it was filled with lots of odd people. When his eyes rested on normal people, he felt nothing, finding them slightly annoying. He frowned, straightening out his knee length black shorts. His hands were fixed on a box, held tight to his body and covered in the coat he left the house in.

His shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, was completely soaked and so was the long sleeved grey top underneath. Luckily enough, however, his boots had managed not to gather a puddle of water at the bottom, and for that, he was grateful. "Can I have something warm to drink? Like tea, or coffee. . . . or hot chocolate." Karma looked thoughtful for a minute, trying to decide if there was any of those three things he just stated that he wouldn't want. Nope; to be honest, he really didn't care.

With a glance around the room, he spotted no one of real interest. All the people sitting down looked like old grannies to him, except that girl, the one with the white hair, and the black haired one who seemed to be the subject of many conversations dotted around the inn. There was that person at the bar, the one who'd just been given a drink, and then the barkeep. Then there was that girl with the blue hair and the odd birthmark. No, there was no way that was a birthmark. He stayed quiet, putting his cake down in front of one of the older ladies, a sweet smile on his face.

"Delivery~!" he laughed, unwrapping his coat from around the box and the woman smiled back at him. With a perfect grin on his face, he said "Ah, that smile is so fake. My Mama says I can find you at the Inn rather than home most of the time. Papa then said that's not very becoming of a lady; my Papa is really quite funny sometimes! Well, thank you anyways, Miss!" Karma put his hand out for the payment (this woman had said she would pay on the spot or nothing) and smiled serenely. "Payment~!" The woman shoved money in his hand angrily, before turning to her friends. Some off them had even moved table so they could mutter about her instead of the 'Delacroix girl'. How ungrateful. The girl has a name. he thought, before the boy was struck with an idea.

I should give her a nickname!

Karma paddled over to the girls, Luna and Vega, with the tips of his fingers pressed together with his index fingers just touching his bottom lip. His ruby red eyes scanned the girl, not her, but her eyes, before sitting at one of the seats, around the table. "All the tables are full with gossipy old ladies. I hope you don't mind if I sit here." he grinned with a small giggle. His fingers tugged on his long sleeves, sticking to his skin due to being soaked. Karma slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt above it and left it loose, a yawn escaping his lips before he could stop it. He rubbed his eyes slowly, yawning again, before he blinked around. Being peppy sure was tiring! He overheard the name Delacroix, but he was sure that was a last name. After all, it usually came after the name Abel, but he wasn't too sure about that one.

Being a bit childish, he tended not to really care about other people's situations when he heard the gossipers and instead blanked them out. His eyes glanced up from the table up onto the white haired woman. "I feel so small here~!" Karma's voice was a little quieter this time, as if talking to himself. "Could I learn your- Oh no, wait! I haven't even introduced myself. Mama would be disappointed. . . ." The boy frowned to himself, before continuing, "I'm Karmanine, but you can call me Karma. And you two?"


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Many people with strange hair and eyes had gathered in the inn. Some were as bright as red, some as dark as black and others as light as white
 All were so various and as different as night and day. Most seemed curious, some seemed knowing or uncaring. Lapis, the bright cerulean fading to white haired girl
 She didn’t notice anything different than usual at all.


Life was such a deep, dark subject. It swallowed the girl’s mind. She felt as though she had escaped death when she reached the inn before the dark of the storm. She knew the dangers she faced by traveling alone and she wanted to do everything possible to reduce risk. She didn’t know what came after life and right now, she didn’t want to know.

Something snapped Lapis’ attention
 “Aysu Muirgen Dikeledi,” A man spoke her name. Looking at him, Lapis realized that she had no idea who he was
 He seemed extremely mysterious
 There was a certain
 Darkness about him. “if any of you wish to know more, I'll be waiting in the big house at the foot of the volcano to the South. Goodbye for now." At the foot of a volcano? Why would someone build a house near that? Why would anyone even dream of visiting there, let alone living there. Volcanos weren’t to be messed with and Lapis didn’t long to go near one
 But if it meant finding out more about herself
 Would it be worth it to go? With a shudder, lapis shook her head. It wasn’t as though she was telling herself no
 Or perhaps it was a subconscious no
 But Lapis was oblivious to the fact that she had even shook her head.

Curious, Lapis looked at all the people around her who she had previously failed to notice.


"Oi! Gossiping is only to be done by old women, the barkeep and drunk folk. And NONE of you are drunk... so how about a round on the house, eh?" An inquisitive line had been spoken by someone
 Lapis failed to notice who.

"And here is your tea miss. A word of advice to you both before I take my leave.." A man spoke to the girl with dark hair. She seemed a bit ill
"Never mind that. You look awfully familiar miss, but it isn't my place to wonder, since the bimbos of the bar will probably let something leak out during the night. So enjoy your drink." He smiled to her before leaving.

“. . . .I heard your name spoken by that man, as you heard mine. You are Luna Aea, and I am . . . Vega Delacroix.” The dark haired one spoke, “I do not recognize him, nor did I know of which he spoke. Though, I am not astounded to know that he knew my name, you though, are not within a similar state of affairs, I suppose.” Her voice was rather stale
 It went monotone toward the end of her speech. “You are brave, Miss Luna, for speaking so boldly toward the clientele in this establishment, women of this region are often not so . . . liberated of mind and undaunted.”

"All the tables are full with gossipy old ladies. I hope you don't mind if I sit here." A man spoke to Vega, the dark haired girl, and Luna, the white haired girl. He let out a soft giggle. It was then Lapis realized hot distant she was from everyone else, standing near the entrance by herself. Perhaps it would be better not to force herself to speak to someone. After all, she was so spacey she’d miss the conversation anyway


Deciding to wait before even thinking of going to a volcano and feeling unwelcome to sit near anyone she did not know, Lapis sat herself at one of the few empty tables. A yawn freed itself from within her. There wasn’t much to do aside from rest
 Or go to a volcano. Volcanos didn’t sound like fun.

For some reason, Lapis longed to sit near Vega and Luna, but she knew better than that. It would be rude to waltz up to them and attempt a conversation. Lapis felt a bit awkward and creepy from the distance, so she chose to tune out.

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Can I have something warm to drink? Like tea, or coffee. . . . or hot chocolate." Jordan turned around and gave Karma - one that he knew, but would rather like to forget at times - a weird look before dismissing him. Only Karma would ask for something as stupid as Hot Chocolate in a bar. Besides, Jordan was pretty sure the last chocolate was eaten. By him.

So Jordan went back to his work, running around with chaotic organization. Most people watching him couldn't understand his thought process through his work at all, even when he had finished. To them, it looked like a blurry man that would stop himself halfway through one project, start another, and finish the first project later on somehow. It made absolutely no sense, but that was how his brained worked - by not really working right. So as he scurryed around, handing out that round that was on the house, he finally came back to where that man Degall (again, how the hell would you pronounce something so obscure? What was with names these days?!) had been sitting, only to find the area empty. He was puzzled for a bit, for he hadn't heard anybody come or go since he gave out a free round, but he shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. It was then that he noticed that small piece of paper with odd little scribblings and a smiley face on it. The smiley face looked nice.

Not bad buddy, but just short of my peak. Next time I'll bring you guys something better. Jordan grumbled a little, smiling as he did. That man had some serious drinking skills, ones that Jordan actually somewhat admired. He was also looking forward to that 'something better' he mentioned. Jordan also really enjoyed that smiley face, and barely even noticed the 50% tip. He grumbled with a sour face as he pocketed it, deciding to use it to pay for some of the drinks he gave out. In all honesty, Jordan detested the coin. It's shininess which brought people scurrying, its value which made people wage wars over it, everything. Even the stupid little picture of the nobleman on it, and that ugly font that they used to make the coin say 1. Ugh, the font was terrible.

Refocusing back on the fact that he was still in charge, he looked over to some of the men who were whispering and chatting about little miss Revealing. They were now joyously laughing to another man's jokes, and having a merry time, but Jordan didn't care for that - he was on a mission to see if he could find out who the hell that girl was. "Oi, you chaps." The men gave him a quizzical look before thanking him for the free drinks. He waved off their praise before they could start singing in a drunken stupor or ordering more. "Look, I'll bring another round to the man that can answer this question." That always perked people up, for drunks always needed an excuse of people to give them their alcohol. "Alrighty, ready?" He paused, like in a race, before quickly speaking in a lower tone so that it would be hid amongst the noise. "Who is that little lady who looks a little scantily dressed for public?" The man to his left instantly banged his mug down, startling the rest somewhat, so he could give his answer before the others. "That tramp? She's Vega Delacroix! Surely you know of the family?!" Now, the man's speech was slightly slurred, but the disdain in the way he said her name was clear - most people seemed to hate her for a reason.

When it became apparent to the man that Jordan hadn't a clue what either 'Vega' or 'Delacroix' meant, he began to elaborate. "Look, she was married to that bastard Richard Delacroix, and.." Jordan instantly tuned him out for a bit as he looked over at Vega with a new understanding of why he had recognized her. Not only had he seen her in the bar before, but the name was quite important, and well hated - Richard was a general in that stupid war against his old homeland - against Miss Rosa's family and friends. A bitter bile began to form in his mouth at the thought of her, and he spat into one of the mugs. It wasn't because he hated the Delacroix family - in fact, if they hadn't started that war and such against Rosa's family, he would probably be one of her boytoys right now instead of at a bar - more soldiers would mean it would have been difficult for him to escape. He finally tuned back in to the man, something about Richard's death? Richard was a terrible name anyway...

"So then she was turned over to become a vagrant for that scumbag Abel, who makes his servant girls wear that sort of thing." The man finished, and the rest gave him a cheer for finishing such an engaging story. Jordan, on the other hand, bit his lip - and when he bites, it bleeds. The blood began to run down his chin a little before he recognized it, but then he mumbled something to the men. "Sorry bout that, I'll bring the drinks." No confusing last comment, no jab at their society. Jordan really had become pensive, thinking about that Miss Vega and her shitty life as a forced marriage kid - and constantly reminding himself that that could have been him. While he got their drinks, his thoughts slowly began to return to normal until he was giving the men his normal smirk, as always. That didn't mean that Vega had left his mind, however.

It was then that he noticed 2 people - ONE! The little redhead Karma had actually asked for something. Jordan nearly laughed when he saw that little devil show up and actually stay. The kid reminded Jordan of himself somewhat, except all that parents BS. Jordan wondered when the kid would realize that parents were a waste of time - or when the kid would actually grow some (He was practically a midget! Especially to Jordan...). The Second - or was it third? - person was the blue haired lady who probably had the most confusing name out of every person that weirdo Cow lover had stated. Jordan didn't even think he could pronounce it right, but she looked somewhat lonely. So, doing his job - and giving one last confused look towards that table with the redhead Karma, White haired Luna and petite Vega (once again, somebody is highly comedic tonight! A Ginger, White haired and petite walk into a bar... No? Alrighty then.) - he walked over to the blue haired girl and gave her a smile. "Welcome Miss, though I do believe I already stated that to you once. Or twice. Anywho, would you like something to drink?" He then looked over to Karma with the blood still apparent on his lip. "And Karma, if you are serious about wanting a Hot Chocolate, bring some damn chocolate next time! You should know by now that we don't carry chocolate often! There are some very obvious reasons why at that...." He paused, since many people knew that he usually ate most chocolate that showed up - it was a delicacy where he grew up, so to him it tasted like nothing of this earth. "Anybody know that Dark Chocolate is supposed to be healthier, but tastes much more bland? At least, to me anyway. Random fact." He said quickly.

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As Lapis stared into space, a waiter came to take her order. He gave her a sweet smile, as all waiters did. Lapis always hoped they were sincere
 Sometimes it was obvious they weren’t and others it was too hard to tell. Lapis thought that this one was.

"Welcome Miss, though I do believe I already stated that to you once. Or twice. Anywho, would you like something to drink?" He asked her. He didn’t seem to be rude or obnoxious about it.

“Oh, goodness!” She said in a hush voice. “I’m very sorry
 I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Over his shoulder, the waiter shouted, "And Karma, if you are serious about wanting a Hot Chocolate, bring some damn chocolate next time! You should know by now that we don't carry chocolate often! There are some very obvious reasons why at that...." With a pause that seemed almost suspicious, he continued, “Anybody know that Dark Chocolate is supposed to be healthier, but tastes much more bland? At least, to me anyway. Random fact." His sentences seemed rushed together.

“How strange
 I actually enjoy dark chocolate very much.” She spoke slowly, as she always did. Lapis always had a tiredness about her
 “By the way, do you happen to carry anything non-acoholic? A fruit drink, perhaps?”

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At hearing Miss Luna release a small bit of laughter, Vega raised her gaze up from the worn tea cup she had clasped in her hands and looked upon the white-haired woman with a hint of questioning in her too-placid eyes. The expression carried on Vega’s young face was one that bellied her earlier attitude—she appeared as if she had grown into a sort of unusually potent calm, a sense of certainty that didn’t belong to her. Why it was Miss Luna had laughed at her statement, Vega didn’t know or understand, and in a way it made her nervous on the inside. If she had said something inappropriate to the situation. . . . Well, that wouldn’t be too much of a surprise, her social skills were terrible, and she was inept at speaking with people as if she herself were a normal person; there was a reason her Mistress had made it taboo for her to speak to any of her guests when serving them; all she was allowed to do was to nod and shake her head, her mouth was to remain shut at all times.

This . . . was why, she would say something and mean well by it, but it would come out sounding like an insult, or it’d be funny. And, because she thought that she’d gone and made this mistake again, Vega felt herself slink down a bit in her seat again, as if she were trying to hide more from the world, to vanish from the Inn. People were still staring on at her and Luna, idly gossiping and giving her hateful glances. . . . “I am indeed Luna Aea and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Vega. I require no Miss in front of my name, I have never been addressed so and I do not intend to start now.” The gentle tone in her voice startled her, and it caused Vega to jump a bit, and sit back up straight while keeping the teacup in her hands. Her crimson eyes turned back to Luna, and she caught the friendly smile upon the woman’s face, and . . . it left a sense of questioning in her for a moment, kindness, and not having to address people with some level of formality, well that just wasn’t something she was used to. . . .

Luna was being so kind toward her, and Vega just didn’t grasp why, there was no reason for it; she’d stood up for her, and sat across from her when she had no reason. . . . “And if that is so, then women of this region need to get off their backsides and explore the world that is so ready to teach them wonders they could only imagine. And perhaps a few manners as well. Today is a whole world away from yesterday. The times are changing and they are stuck in the past with their judging, gossiping ways.” Miss Luna’s statement there made Vega slouch down in her seat again though, and for something of a faint blush to wander across her cheeks . . . such words might apply to herself as well. Though she were not personally like many of the women in the region, she herself had grown timid and fearful of the world, to the point where she was afraid of learning more about it. The point had always eluded her, the world seemed so terrible, and if things were already the way they were for her now, what more could she be risking by trying to step out into it? To have such a view of the world . . . was admirable, indeed, Miss Luna was a brave woman.

“So, this man is not known here? That is certainly curious. I do wonder if we should travel to the place he suggested and have it out with him. What are your thoughts on this ma-“ As the white-haired woman began to speak again, Vega forced her gaze back up to her . . . companion who was seated across from her, her musings had wondered over to the man from before, the stranger who knew the names of herself and Miss Luna. Though it seemed as if the older girl were about to pose another question for Vega, they were interrupted by another person seating themselves at their table, between herself and Luna. Vega looked upon him, an air of anxiety over her along with her seemingly calm outward appearance. She . . . recognized him, but knew not his name.

"All the tables are full with gossipy old ladies. I hope you don't mind if I sit here." he stated, only for Miss Luna to reply before anything could come from her herself.

“You are more than welcome young man,” she seemed to be examining him following that. . . .

Vega herself simply kept her eyes on the redheaded boy; knowing he looked young, but that he was a teenager as herself. He seemed the perky sort, happy and confident . . . the opposite of herself. She didn’t mind him sitting with her and Miss Luna, but why he would want to be around her if he were a local, she didn’t understand. "I feel so small here!” He commented, only then did that make Vega realize that he was indeed a small lad, maybe even smaller than herself. . . . "Could I learn your- Oh no, wait! I haven't even introduced myself. Mama would be disappointed. . . I'm Karmanine, but you can call me Karma. And you two?" he asked.

Karma . . . ? Vega questioned, not sure how she would address him with such a name. He looked her age, and seemed to be a kind one, happy and such; something she had little experience with herself. I do not know how I am supposed to. . . . The Mistress would. . . . she thought, drawing her gaze down and away from the boy uncertainly, tightening the grip she had on the teacup perhaps a bit too much. . . .

Miss Luna introduced herself, “I am Luna Aea.” and gestured to her before continuing on, expecting her to do it herself. Understandable. “And what brings you to the Inn on this foul evening?”

Seeming somewhat flighty, Vega looked over at this Karmanine boy, her face red before she spoke her own name in uncertainty, preferring to not given the treatment the last one got her. “I-I am V-Vega. . . .” she mumbled quietly, looking back to her hands and the cup between them, her grasp getting firmer, to the point that both of her hands were shaking along with the cup.

“And Karma, if you are serious about wanting a Hot Chocolate, bring some damn chocolate next time! You should know by now that we don't carry chocolate often! There are some very obvious reasons why at that...." the man who was working the Inn’s customers called over to the boy seated at her table, stopping as he seemed to realize something before he trailed on into another direction completely, ”Anybody know that Dark Chocolate is supposed to be healthier, but tastes much more bland? At least, to me anyway. Random fact."

“How strange
 I actually enjoy dark chocolate very much.” A new voice spoke up, one that Vega did not recognize. . . . It was sort of a tired voice, but a kind sounding one just the same. “By the way, do you happen to carry anything non-acoholic? A fruit drink, perhaps?”

The people were still chattering about her, and even with Miss Luna there, being a brave woman, and now Karmanine . . . so much she just didn’t understand. These two were being nice to her, they weren’t looking down on her or judging her for her last name, they were treating her like they would anyone else, and Miss Luna even had stood up for her without knowing anything about her. Why? Why was that? Everyone she was used to in her life was always so . . . so annoyed with her, disgusted, and bitter. They treated her as if she didn’t belong, like she shouldn’t have been born. But, here were two strangers just being pleasant with her, they weren’t judging her or acting like she was annoying at all.

I do not . . . understand it. Vega swallowed, shutting her eyes as she turned her head down. Kindness, there is no reason to show it to me, nor is there reason to be brave for one such as myself, not when I have done nothing to receive such treatment. Again, the grip on the cup tightened in those little hands of hers . . . until it couldn’t take it anymore. Though she was not a strong girl, the pressure Vega had been applying to the cup was just too much for it to handle.
It was only when a sharp crack sounded through the air did Vega’s attention return to reality from her anxieties and nervousness. An “Eh . . . ?” came from her throat, as she blinked, staring into space it seemed before a rush of warm liquid hit her gloved hands and pulled her eyes downward.

Blinking with a flabbergasted look upon her pallor face, Vega’s eyes widened as she pulled her hands apart and away from the cup, the thing falling into three distinct pieces without her hands there to keep them together, the tea it’d contained leaked out over the surface of the table, and her hands were now soaked with it too. She’d . . . broken the cup. By just holding it, she’d managed to break something. Vega just sat there silent, and stunned. She was guilty of breaking things out of her own clumsiness often, but . . . managing to break a cup by just holding onto it, that was a new one, even for her. . . . How much more of this would she manage before her Master and Mistress finally just gave her the boot? How much more before the world just got sick of her and did the same?

Here she was now, beginning to break things that she merely grasped. . . . It wouldn’t be long before it grew worse, before it got worse. And Vega herself, she didn’t know what to do then, under her Mistress’ eye, if she broke something, she was often met with physical retaliation; a kick, a slap, being made to pick up what she broke with her hands bare, so that there might be a chance that she’d get a shard of the broken object stuck in her skin as punishment. Here though, here in a place that was not under her eye, what would happen? Would someone get even angrier at her for this and do worse than her Mistress did?

The thought numbed Vega though, and though people sat near her, Miss Luna and Karmanine, the poor dark-haired girl could only stare at her soaked hands with her crimson eyes wide, and her face white as a sheet, before getting out a simple and timid, “A-Ah . . . I-I broke the cup. . . .”

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“I am Luna Aea.” The white-haired woman extended her hand to him. Karma stared at it before shaking it happily. “And what brings you to the Inn on this foul evening?” Karma shook his head in annoyance.

"Deliveries. You know, I deliver my Mama's cakes." he said quietly, smiling softly, before groaning and putting his head on the table. "It's annoying, cause my Mama says I'll grow if I run around a lot but I see no growth here." he joked.

The boy's easily distracted eyes swivelled around the bar, looking at each individual person. “I-I am V-Vega. . . .” It was a quiet voice, but Karma heard and he could see her shaking visibly. He said nothing, before nodding his head enthusiastically. She looked small, frail, but he wasn't one to talk about height, in any way or circumstance. Oh yeah! That was why he'd come here anyways, wasn't it? To give her a nickname. He already had a rather random one for Luna, but he couldn't think of anything for Vega.

Quickly, however, he looked up at Jordan as he heard his voice. "And Karma, if you are serious about wanting a Hot Chocolate, bring some damn chocolate next time! You should know by now that we don't carry chocolate often! There are some very obvious reasons why at that...." He said, before pausing. "Anybody know that Dark Chocolate is supposed to be healthier, but tastes much more bland? At least, to me anyway. Random fact." Karma looked at him and shrugged quietly, and just as he was about to say something, another voice spoke up.

"How strange
 I actually enjoy dark chocolate very much." He turned to see where the voice came from; a blue haired girl. She sounded nice and calm, yet tired. “By the way, do you happen to carry anything non-alcoholic? A fruit drink, perhaps?”

Karma pressed the tips of his fingers fingers together and smiled, grinning. "It's so busy here." he mused, before it settled in that he couldn't have hot chocolate. What a shame. . . "Jordan," he drew out the vowels, something he knew most people found annoying, and placed his face on his hands which were pursed together. "I'll have some tea if there's no hot choc-"

He was cut off when he heard a loud crack. As he looked to the source of the noise and saw the Vega girl staring wide-eyed at three large shards on the table. Alternating between looking at the broken cup and the girl, a horrified look washed over his face. "Hey." he said, his voice significantly more mature than earlier as he turned as pale as the girl herself. "You're not bleeding, right?" Karma looked at the girl calmly, even though his eyes were visibly flashing fear. He checked over her hands without touching her and noticed that luckily, she was fine. He breathed out in relief, beginning to pick up the pieces carefully. Glancing at the girl, his childish grin soon returned though it faltered when he felt one of the sharper edges press into his finger.

The boy frowned and brought his finger to his mouth, before looking at the girl. Ah, whatever. He didn't care much for his own blood, not really. "A penny for your thoughts, ?" he said, going on to ramble aimlessly, almost incomprehensible due to his finger being in his mouth, at how his parents would always ask he and his sister that when they were upset, but he froze at the very name of the girl. ". . . then Mama would always say that to me and Marrif-" he sighed softly and looked at Jordan. "Where should I put these, Jordan?"

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Oh, goodness! I’m very sorry
 I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Jordan shrugged at her statement when he turned back around to face her. "Not a problem, Miss. You seemed to be a little distant anyway." He bluntly stated to her, but with no rudeness or harsh annotations. He merely stated the truth as he saw it - and it reminded him a little of Mako. That guy would always drift off for no apparent reasons, and just thinking about it made Jordan miss his home and Mako ever more. Thing was, he knew that if he stepped foot back in his home town - nay, even back in that damned country - he would probably be arrested, and sentenced to death or worse: Living with Miss Rosa. He shuddered at the thought as she pointed something out. How strange
 I actually enjoy dark chocolate very much. Jordan once again shrugged, not really caring if she did or not. He did care about the next sentence, however. By the way, do you happen to carry anything non-acoholic? A fruit drink, perhaps? Jordan's shoulders slumped somewhat out of exasperation. What is it with these odd folk and their non alcoholic drinks? Next somebody will want a virgin tequila. Hell, can I even make one of those?! Besides, what does 'tequila' mean anyway?!

"Yes, we do have some juice if you would like." He gave a small smile before swiftly leaving her presence to continue his business. He was about to hop the bar when he heard his name: Jordan, He raised an eyebrow at the way it was spoken. It was that stupid way that children who were annoyed said it, enunciating the vowels over the consonants (Wait, Jordan knew what those were?! Impressive, to say the least). He turned back to see Karma being all smug and such, and his brow furrowed a little when the kid continued. "I'll have some tea if there's no hot choc-" Jordan was about to commend Karma on his actually decent answer when he heard the crack, just as Karmanine did: The little girl Vega broke the tea cup with her hands. Jordan's eyes widened, and then a smirk showed up on his face out of nowhere. Some of the other patrons turned to look at the girl, but most just continued on with their drinks.

A-Ah . . . I-I broke the cup. . . "So it would seem, eh?" He mumbled to himself, surprisingly impressed. Miss Vega was pulling off tricks of her own, and that was quite the feat for a girl no bigger than a twig. Karma instantly jumped on the situation to ask her if there was any blood, and he began to pick the pieces up while Jordan put a kettle of water on the hot element. He couldn't keep that smirk off his face, that a little girl could somehow break a tea cup right into three pieces by holding onto it too hard. There was more to her than thought, no doubt. After the pieces had been collected by Karma, he brought them over to Jordan as he the kettle was near boiling. He was babbling under his breath, something that annoyed Jordan enough, but had to bring about his name in that stupid, childish way again.

Where should I put these, Jordan? Jordan gave him a dirty look, and pointed to the edge of the bar. "You put them in the trash can, Karma." He gave a bemused smirk, before adding. "Now, do you need something for that finger or are you going to suck on it?" He said with a smirk, but a little puzzled as well - he didn't know many kids that were Karma's age that sucked their fingers anymore. Jordan only sucked the blood off his fingers so he never wasted it.

When he was finished with the tea - he made another for Miss Vega, since she sort of broke hers - and the juice for Miss Bluehair, he put them on a tray before quickly saying to Karma, "Your tea is ready kid. It'll be on the table." He passed Karma onto his way to Miss Luna WhiteHair and miss Vega, and quickly gave Miss BuleHair her drink before setting down the two tea cups. "Here is another tea for your troubles, Miss Vega. No need to worry 'bout the cup, although it was apparently one of Miss Georgesons' favourites." He gave her a little wink of mischief. "I'll probably just blame myself, saying that the customers got roudy again. Always works." He paused, and his face straightened out quite a bit before continuing in a softer, more mumbling kind of voice, like he really wasn't planning on saying anything. "While many people may despise you for being a Delacroix, I for one have no problem with it - you people probably saved my sorry ass anyway..." He paused, and then stated something a little random. "You know, that tea cup wasn't just made of cheap glass - that china was built to last in a bar against nearly anything - so cudos to you for being able to break it with your hands." He gave her a smile once more before putting the milk on the table and prepared to leave once more.

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“Not a problem, Miss. You seemed to be a little bit distant anyway.” The waiter replied. His voice lacked any hardness that would indicate an intention of being mean. He was simply stating things as he saw them. He seemed to be the kind of person who was honest no matter the situation. He didn’t seem to care how one might respond to his statements.


Lapis, being the space cadet she was, didn’t take the statement in a bad way as some might. Simply, she nodded her head in agreement. She was fairly far away.



“By the way, do you happen to carry anything non-acoholic? A fruit drink, perhaps?”


The waiter slouched in response to Lapis’ question. He seemed a bit
 Exasperated. “Yes, we do have some juice if you would like.” And with that, he gave a slight smile before rushing away.


“Yes, thank you.” The blue haired girl responded, not noticing that the man was gone already. Lapis spoke with a tiredness. It wasn’t that the waiter bored her
 She was always this way. But perhaps a cold drink would wake her up
 Not that anything ever woke her up. Lapis was always tired and could fall asleep at any time without warning.


For a few moments, Lapis left again. She was once again engulfed in her thoughts. Should she in fact go to the base of the volcano where she might meet the man who came in earlier? If she did, what sort of answers could she obtain? What answers were there to obtain?


CRRRRAAAACK The sound of breaking porclean boomed through the bar. The sound broke Lapis of her concentration and seemed to have silenced the bar in a matter of seconds. Everyone seemed to turn to look at the dark haired girl, but many returned to drinking after seeing what was going on.


“A-Ah
 I-I broke the cup.” Vega spoke. She seemed nervous, from where Lapis was. Luckily, the dark haired girl didn't seem injured. However, it wasn't as though Lapis could see from where she was...


No one likes others to notice them while nervous. In response to the nerves, Lapis decided to just continue her journey of spacing out
 If healing was needed, Lapis would try to catch the words that would indicate such. Unfortunately, darkness seemed to engulf her vision and she didn’t space out
 She dozed off.

Dreams fluttered behind Lapis’ eyes
 Dreams of life and harmony. Everything seemed to flourish in the green world of her dreams. Animals frolicked, birds flew and fish swam. Even bees buzzed around in abundance
 The world itself seemed much brighter. Lapis didn’t know a world could be so beautiful.