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[NPC] Bartender

The Red [NPC] Bartender's evil twin.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Remæus, as played by RolePlayGateway

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[NPC] Bartender's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Toby Saunders Character Portrait: Clifford Herrington

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xxxi’ve never loved a darker blue
xxxthan the darkness I have known in you
xxxyou, whose heart would sing of anarchy
xxxyou would laugh so beautifully
There was a part of Toby that wanted to let himself believe that it was like old times. Even just for now, for tonight, he wanted to live in a fantasy where things could be like old times. But then he was reminded that it could never be that simple. The feeling of Toby's hand in his was a welcome feeling but also a shock that seemed to bring him back to reality.

Cliff's words hurt more than he wanted to admit. Because he wanted it, he wanted it so bad. He wanted it more than he could put into words. But he couldn't. Being out here had just reminded him of that, of how entirely impractical it all was. How the hell could they just go back to old times? No matter how much they wanted it to be the same, it never would be. Toby was a different person. Cliff was a different person. And Toby's life was completely different. He wouldn't drag Cliff into that. How could he let Cliff in, force him to deal with the cracks, with the person he was at his worst? It wasn't fair. Cliff deserved better, and Toby knew that Cliff would insist that he didn't mind, that he didn't care. But Toby wouldn't, couldn't do that to him.

Then Cliff seemed to realise something and he moved away. Toby looked away, staring at their intertwined hands. He wanted it so much.

"Cliff, I.... I can't. It's not... I want it to be like old times. But I'm not the person I used to be. My life has just... changed so much. I've changed. And I want it to be the same, but it can't be. My life is so different now. We can't just pick up where we left off. I'm sorry." He couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away, even though he knew he should.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sana nu Ivass Character Portrait: Loren Crowling Character Portrait: Rayn Ravenblade

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It was early morning, before sunrise. It was unbearably cold outside, even for a guardian who stood atop the wall. The guards were on the lookout as lights were visible in the forest on the opposite side of the wall. They hope the lights were just hunters or travellers. But even if anyone was to attack the wall, people were hoping it would only be bandits, as they were easiest to defeat. There were times where ogres and wyverns had attacked. It was all part of being in the order.

Down below on the south side of the wall, a figured stood on a roof, wearing black armored clawed boots and a long hooded fur dress. Their face was covered with a black cloth. It was Sana nu Ivass, archmaster of the order. Normally she wouldn't wear the fur dress over her armored dress as her usual equipment would be warm enough, but this morning was unusually cold.

Up on the wall, the guardians saw as the lights drew closer to the wall. A dozen men came out of the forest. They were lightly armed and in a panic. "Help! Someone help!" One of them screamed. Suddenly a claw on a chain flew out of the forest and hooked the man pulling him into the forest. His scream was heard in the forest, but suddenly fell silent. Suddenly, the man's decapitated head came flying out of the forest. Soon the figure responsible for his death stepped out of the forest. It was a giant, probably three men tall, wearing chainmail armor. He was swinging a metallic claw on a chain. "No one can help you. There isn't a soul wide and far to save you." The giant said.

One of the guards on the wall, cleared his throat loud enough that it could be heard by the giant. "I guess giants rarely look upwards." The guard said. The giant looked up and chuckled: "After thousands of years there are still people manning the wall? Puny humans and elves can't stop me!" The guard smirked: "It will be like that time we killed that group of ogres then."

One of the guards of elven origin readied his bow, summoning an arrow of fire...

Meanwhile Sana's ears picked up parts of the guards taunts. "I wonder what I might have for breakfast." She said as she grinned under her scarf. She hoped for ogres. Sana began to jump her way up the wall.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ben Chapman Character Portrait: Jacob Song

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Jacob wasn't the type to feel awkward around strangers. He'd always been able to talk up a storm with just about everyone he met without the fear of coming off as odd or uninteresting. But even he, with all his social attributes, was surprised by how naturally the conversation between him and Ben flowed. Two strangers that knew nothing about one another's existence until just a couple of days ago, and they spoke as if they'd known one another from their very childhood. One story turned into another, and another, with no intentions of stopping.

Jake found himself laughing more than he had in a very long time, his worries taking a backseat for the moment as he focused on the second bottle of wine that was being opened. His lips stretched into a smile as his glass was filled for who knows how many times now, every responsible brain cell being silence by the dull buzz of the sweet alcoholic drink. "I told you" he mildly taunted, the sound of a grin very present in his voice. "Gordon Ramsay's got nothing on me."

He finished his glass and set it on the coffee table just in time for Ben to use his shoulder as a pillow. He'd be lying if he said the gesture and the comment that followed didn't set lose a few butterflies in the pit of his stomach, though he did silently blame it on the alcohol. "It's gonna be lonely for us too..." Jake admitted. Although he had a good family, they all had their own lives and families to worry about. Most of the time, it was just him and Autumn, and though he never had any problems with that, it did get lonely. Especially now that he had no one to turn to but himself, no one's shoulder to cry on, or to tell him that it would be okay. "Autumn really likes you, you know...and, well" he could feel the rest of the phrase just hanging on his lips. He turned his head slowly, so as to not alarm Ben. His face was closer than he expected it to be, and for a fraction of a second Jake thought it imagined Ben looking at his lips. Maybe it was the effect f the alcohol, or his lack of rest, but whatever it may have been was also responsible for the words that left Jake's mouth next. "So do I." Suddenly, Jacob forgot where he was, and why he was there in the first place. All he knew was that he really wanted to kiss Ben...so he did.

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"I mean it's hard to see what scares you if you stay away from it," Horik said with a small laugh. "We gotta go investigate! See what's giving you those shivers! I want to see who's out and about in the dark."

as she talked, her eyes began to light up. The others had gone, all doing their own thing. Only Horik and Otis were really left since even the worm had left. She sat down in the sand next to Otis with a small, gleeful laugh.She paused though and raised an eyebrow.

"Unless you have another idea? Cuz uh, it's still a while till sundown. We could see about maybe getting some supplies or something. I have tools but only a few are really meant for fighting and those are mainly range. Only thing really for brawls is a knife and I need to sharpen it."

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The worm began to secrete more milky white mucus from its skin to where literal globs of mucus fell from its head. It could sense the needle and a voice rang out. The worm coiled itself more around Syra to where it wrapped about everything except her head so she could breathe. It waited for the woman to answer the card man.

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"Oh shi-" Horik hissed as she stepped back, fingers already searching her pockets. She bolted away from the crowd and searched desperately for another smoke bomb. Instead, her fingers closed around something else. She turned and hurled it, the compressed ball of sand bursting in the air in front of the angry mob.

With the brief moment of surprise, Horik began running and yelled, "HELP! I have coin for anyone who helps! HELP!"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ben Chapman Character Portrait: Jacob Song

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xxi feel so damn worthless
xxanother day is gone
xxand all my faces are alibis
xxand me, i’m half the man I wanted to be
Ben was steadily ignoring Jake's presence in the kitchen, finding the smallest things to focus on instead. Hearing Summer's shout was a brief moment of relief, until Ben realised that something was wrong. There was a moment where he just wanted to stay in the kitchen, just wanted to take the distraction. But then the doctor in him, that stupid little part of him that kissed Jake back, all the good parts in him screamed at him, and then he bolted out of the kitchen and after Jake into the room. But he brushed past Jake and to the bags, starting to search through them. He found the bottles he was looking for and looked at the various names, looking for the painkiller. He retrieved the bottle he was looking for along with the plastic spoon. He cracked open the bottle with ease and pressed it into Jake's hand along with the spoon. "Two spoonfuls. I'll go get some juice because that tastes nasty if my memory serves me right." He said, his hand lingering on Jake's shoulder for a moment longer than it should.

He made his way back out to the kitchen, his heart pounding loud enough that it felt like that was responsible for the shaking in his hands, in his arms, in his entire body. And there was a tiny messed up part of him that loved it, that made him feel alive again. But the tremors didn't go away, and he dropped the glass as he pulled it out of the cupboard. It shattered, and he cut his hand as he stupidly tried to pick it up. He swore under his breath, wrapped a towel around it, and using one hand, filled a glass with orange juice. He dodged the broken glass on the way back out, making his way back out to the room and putting the glass of juice down on the bedside table. "Is she okay?" He asked, his heart pounding for too many reasons.

The setting changes from san-francisco to Scarriden

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lucian Mitchell Character Portrait: Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco

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xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
lucian was more glad than he was willing to admit that shadowfaux knew how to stitch up a wound. the spot the wound was in was awkward enough to reach and lucian was pretty sure he'd only worsen matters if he tried to do it himself. besides, he was in no fit state to be doing anything like that. the comment about how shadowfaux had only saved him because it was the right thing to do made lucian chuckle. "keep telling yourself that, starshine," he retorted with a grin as they reached his apartment and he unlocked the door.

"what now? well, i could really do with someone to patch up... this," he said, gesturing to his side. "and i need to sleep for... at least twelve hours, ideally considerably longer. i'd offer food, conversation, and charming company as return for your surfaces, but i really, really need to crash. i'll write you an iou or something." he pulled off his jacket and dumped it onto his couch as he went to try and find his first aid kit. there was a moment when he bent over to retrieve it where his head spun and he nearly lost his footing, but he managed to stay upright. it just reminded him of the urgency of the situation.

he checked that he still had the equipment before heading back out to where he'd left shadowfaux. "where's easiest for you to do this?" He asked, wincing as he pulled off his shirt to make it easier to access the wound. it also revealed the tattoo on his shoulder blade. it was the biggest of the few tattoos he did have, and even then, it wasn't that big, smaller than the palm of his hand.

"i'll try and stay awake but if i do pass out, just... leave me there, i'll wake up eventually. help yourself to food. oh, and before i forget," he grabbed the nearest bit of paper and scribbled down, "IOU one life-saving," followed by his number. "if you get stuck, you let me know. we'll be even."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Maddox Izumi Character Portrait: Cyrus James

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Jack was caught off guard with the Maddox that was presented to him, dirty and worn and taking any abuse that Jack threw at him. He stepped back at the fact, almost bumping into Max. He blamed Maddox for all of this, but obviously, not as much as Maddox blamed himself.

And that was what shocked him. The whole reason he didn’t want Maddox near Cyrus was because he thought he didn’t care about Cyrus. Someone who just wanted sex and didn’t mind breaking his young brother's heart. But those kind of boys don’t sit outside hospital rooms offering to be hit, blaming himself for every bruise and wound. That was enough for Jack to calm down slightly, no reply to Maddox’s offer as one of the younger Beta brothers, obviously someone close to Maddox, pushes past them and over to Maddox.

Jack just watches with wide eyes as Maddox punches the wall and then sits away from them, hiding his face in his hands. Reid said… a lot of bleeding and broken bones. But he’s still here, and the Cyrus James I know is a tough fucking bastard,” Jack finally says, both to Max and the new Beta joining them, turning towards the window to look at Cyrus laying in the bed. His eyes burned with tears, knowing there was nothing he could do to fix Cyrus, he just had to rest and heal.

Inside, Cyrus found himself woken again by the pain, his first glimpse is not Maddox all dirty and bloodied at his side, but his father. He wasn’t sure if he expected Reid to come, but for once, he was very glad to see his father.

Cyrus reaches out, half shaking fingers reaching out and landing softly on the older man’s thigh, the closest thing he can reach. Reid’s eyes meet his own, red ringed and hurting. Reid takes Cyrus’ hand in both of his, tears brimming at his eyes again. ”I… please don’t scare me like that. I can’t lose you too, Cyrus,” Reid whispers, his voice betraying his tears. Cyrus squeezes his hand as hard as he can, but Reid barely feels it. He can already see Cyrus fading again, so he takes all of this moment.

Cyrus opens his mouth, the rough voice scraping through his lips. ”I couldn’t lose Maddox. I’d rather die.” Cyrus pushes for every word, but the love he has for Maddox makes every word count. Even as he winces in pain with simple movements, Reid could tell the pain was nothing to what the boy would have experienced letting Maddox go. Being unable to love the love of his life.

Reid runs a hand through Cyrus’ hair, “rest more. Maddox isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I,” Reid finally replies, getting a weak smile from his son before his eyes flutter shut once again.

After everything he’s learned today, he just wanted Cyrus to be better. He hated seeing Cyrus like this, and the emotional young men outside weren’t better. He promised to help Cyrus heal, and then make sure Michael Izumi knows exactly who he’s dealing with. And he would do better himself. If he lost Cyrus today, he wouldn’t have forgiven himself. Sure, the boy didn’t make it easy, but he threw Cyrus aside without a second thought and didn’t try to be a good father for him. He wouldn’t take the chance again.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ben Chapman Character Portrait: Jacob Song

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xxi feel so damn worthless
xxanother day is gone
xxand all my faces are alibis
xxand me, i’m half the man I wanted to be
He had to tell himself that it would be okay, that this was for the better. But the sadness in Jake's eyes, in his body language, in his voice, was enough to make Ben reconsider everything. Especially when Jake grabbed all of their stuff, saying that he wasn't coming back without actually saying it. Jake taking his hand made a lump form in Ben's throat, especially as Ben told him to look after himself. He turned to leave, and Ben suddenly felt more sober than he had in a long time. Jake turned to leave and before Ben knew what he was doing, he was kissing Jake again, careful to avoid Autumn.

"I'll come with you. If you want. Just... I'm not ready for you to go yet," he said, the words coming out before he had even time to really dwell on them. In the moment he didn't care about the hospital, he didn't care about being seen. All he knew was that the thought of being alone right now, the thought of Jake walking out and never coming back was bigger and more terrifying than being recognised. There was that one small part of him that asked if it was Jake or if Ben was just so goddamn lonely that he needed somebody, anybody. But right then he didn't care either.

"If you still want to go, I'll understand. I'm... not the easiest to deal with. I'm a bit of a mess, but... I'll come with you to the hospital. You can stay, just for tonight. If that's what you want," he said, for the first time realising that Jake might still say no and feeling completely unprepared for that.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Isabel Martinez Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Rick Silva Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque

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It was about the middle of the third number ("Suggested by Minor Swing," according to the bandleader) that Rick put two and three together and realized the guitarist of this band was also the "Great Jazzhole" whose band was sharing the studio with Psychosis. The guitar was certainly distinctive, though its owner was somewhat less so. Despite his name, he played a pure sideman here, standing straight as a cornstalk through comps and solos alike, barely acknowledging the knowing chuckles from a few tables when his rambling solo finally resolved into "Classical Gas." Rick could have made a comment about that, but he withheld it, knowing Izzie was probably doing the same. She never pronounced judgement until she understood the subject, and for a musical performance that meant waiting until it was finished to say a word. Ted's aimless solo cast a shadow over his inventive comping, but he and the bassist traded eight-bars with a synchronicity that made Rick wonder if he had played with Ted's metal band before Barbagrande.

As the applause died, Rick scooped up a bite of the "chilli," but paused with it in his mouth on hearing Izzie's judgement. Realizing how silly that looked, he quickly closed his mouth, chewed the bite, waited for any other comment. Nothing came until after he swallowed, whereupon he had to respond: "That's it?"

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"That's it, man! You gotta get it!"

"Get what?"

"Get summa that," the tippler said, using his olive-pick to indicate the yin-yang pair at bar's end.

Lionel tried to ignore him. "Did she say why?"

"She just said, the guy next to the really drunk guy, could you bring him a beer," Danny repeated flatly. "I dunno either."

"You're helpful," Lionel grumbled. "I guess I'll pay in kind and see what happens."

"You're getting her a beer?"

"He's gettin' her! Y'knowhatI'msayin', he's gettin' some—"

"—fuck up," was the only audible part of Lionel's answer.

Danny blinked. "What?"

"I said get her a Cuba Libre too."

"Fuckin' kids, quit playin' games. She wants the—"

"An' I told you to shut up," Lionel cut him off. "You do your thing, I do my thing, cool?"

"Kids," the tippler grumbled. "I'mma take a piss." He lumbered steadily away towards the sign saying "EMERGENCY EXIT."

"Don't worry about him," Danny said. "He's not that drunk yet."

Lionel grunted. "Ask her why she got me that beer."

"Only if you tell her why you're getting her a Libre when she probably doesn't do rum."

"Well, I don't do beer," Lionel retorted. "Pen?"

Danny obliged. Lionel grabbed the anchor-emblazoned napkin and scrawled under the twin hooks, "TRADE?" Danny smirked. Lionel half-hoped the game would start soon, half-hoped he wasn't getting buttered up for a rebound, half-guessed he was misinterpreting the whole situation, half-wondered how many halves would fit in his state of mind.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jonathan Black Character Portrait: Eine Minerva Character Portrait: Vesper Himemiya Character Portrait: Rick Brackwall

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Rick Brackwall

"How has your day been, Rick? Did anything happen while you were seeing your brother's things to his room?"

Walking along, arms folded behind him, he simply shook his head.

"Nothing beyond the ordinary. Well, as ordinary as circumstances permit. There is still ongoing investigation into what among his possessions was destroyed by the Tsuchigumo. There appears to be little overall damage to his belongings from what was reported." Rick briefly gestured with a short wave of his right hand, bringing his arm across horizontally and ending with a short shrug.

"I went ahead and aligned our documentation with what we've collected so that nothing of his that we have so far is misfiled as destroyed or missing. There is little I can do for what's still pending confirmation until it's collected or verified as destroyed."

As luck would have it they were already right in front of the door where Jonathan and Vesper awaited.

"Allow me." He gave the door a short light couple of raps before opening. Stepping through he stood aside and held the door open for Eine, allowing her to pass through before gently shutting the door behind them. Turning from the door he took a look back at those remaining in the room, one in specific being Jonathan Black.

"Greetings. I am Rick Brackwall. Dr. Minerva and I have come to inform you that we three are required at Auditorium C. I understand you must be curious as to who we are and why you're here. While I cannot ascertain you'll learn all that in the auditorium I can answer what questions you may have on the way. As for now however I bid thee..."

He wore the calm and collected expression of formality as he addressed him. Rick crossed his right hand across his chest and gave a reasonably pronounced bow as he continued.

"Welcome to the WDL Headquarters."

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Cyrus had never felt a panic like this before.

After years of doing whatever he wanted and finding little consequence, he was hardly scared either. The wealth and power behind the James name was enough to keep away fear. Even the few fights he was involved in, he held his own and made sure his opponent wouldn’t try it again. As long as he was Reid James’ son, there was nothing to fear.

But this was completely different from any situation he’d ever been in. He was being hunted down for loving the only man who didn’t find him unlovable. He was attacked from all sides with no hope of defense, not only with fists but with cruel words that stuck to his brain. And he knew, even without being warned, that the moment Michael Izumi knew he survived the attack, he would be out for blood again. And that thought alone sparked his breathtaking panic.

Cyrus never allowed anyone to scare him. But he was scared, so fucking scared, of losing Maddox without being able to truly love him.

Having Maddox close was a momentary relief, a chance to catch his breath as Maddox assured him that he wouldn’t have to worry about those men or the monster he called his father. It was soothing, as Maddox was all he had for strength right now. He needed this, someone to take care of this and take care of him when it was a struggle to keep breathing.

”I love you Maddox,” Cyrus said again, but still it wasn’t enough. He wanted to say it until his lungs gave out, until the only words he knew how to say was I love you Maddox. Right now, he had to focus on getting better. He wanted to be able to sit in the courthouse when they finally arrested all the men that hurt him and watch as they were put away for the harm they did to him. They couldn’t get away with physical and mental trauma they subjected him to.

He squeezes Maddox’s hand, needing him to stay close. ”I’m glad… you were there. My mom, she was… mugged, when I was… younger. I couldn’t do… anything but… watch her die. I didn’t… want to die like that. I didn’t… want to die at all…” Cyrus adds, settling back into the bed when the fatigue starts to hit him. Knowing Maddox was there, protecting him from any tricks his father may pull while Cyrus was still recovering, soothes him more than being in a secure facility. He wanted someone who knew what this man was capable of by his side.

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“If this is a joke, McCulloch, you're going first,” Jensen snarled angrily toward Ross.

“Fuck you. It’s not—“ For the first time, probably ever, Ross shut up when Riley pushed past him and Jensen.

Frankie was barely through the doors when she felt a force like a train collide with her and envelope her. She blinked her eyes as if in a daze while her mind caught up. Then it clicked. The brunette hair and familiar arms. She let out a ragged gasp as her arms wrapped around Riley, bringing him even closer if it were possible. “How... we thought you... you're safe.” Frankie had hardly realized she was crying until he pulled away from her to hold her at an arm’s length. “Frankie, oh god, you're back.” She gave her bravest smile, but it lacked and barely passed for more than a frown. “You can - you can tell us what happened later. We gotta get you to the infirmary first. Is everyone back?”

The blonde’s gaze fell slightly as she shook her head. “Most… Not all.” She didn’t argue or turn down Riley’s help as he guided her inside. Frankie smiled somberly as she took in everyones’ faces. Most of them looked worse for the ware as well. How many of them had to spend their night in the infirmary under medical attention. No doubt Ross. His face was black and blue, but the Scot still managed to smile and hug her once she was inside.

Wren glanced up briefly when she saw feet move around her. She caught a brief glimpse of Ulrich as he seemed to eye his jacket she still wore while also tiptoeing around her like she was a lion waiting to pounce. She sighed out of annoyance, sniffling back her tears as she yanked the jacket from her arms and threw it at his feet. Wren didn’t say anything, honestly she could go a decade without seeing Ulrich again and it’d be too much.

Tobias watched Petra quickly make her way outside. He didn’t know what she was doing, but similarly the tender reunions were lost on him. Not one of them was on more than a first name basis with him. Instead his brows furrowed as his gaze focused on the truck. It seemed easy… too easy. Something in his gut twisted telling him that he needed to search the vehicle, if anything, for his own piece of mind.

He didn’t mean to break up the reunions, but this was more important, there would be more time to catch up. Tobias rolled his wheel chair forward, lightly placing his hand on Ross’ shoulder to get his attention. “Apologies, but I need your help.” He nodded his head towards the Scot’s bag as a silent signal that he should bring it along.

“Alright,” Ross replied, giving Frankie a final pat on the shoulder. He then moved behind Tobias’ wheelchair and began pushing it. He knew the man didn’t need help in that way. After all, his abilities let him move it without risk of popping a stitch. But regardless, he moved the chair forward mumbling a quiet ’excuse us’ whenever they moved past someone.

Tobias waved his index and middle finger at the doors, opening them for Ross as he wheeled him outside. He held up his hand to stop Ross when he noticed the unfamiliar faces, but the chair was already slowing at that point, coming to a rest beside Petra.

“You'll forgive me for being suspicious, I hope. Who are you, and can anyone vouch for you?”

Ross and Tobias stood there silently, looking between Petra and the new comers. It was a good question, especially with the uneasy feeling Tobias had rising in his gut.

“I can,” Ulrich said as he stepped forward. “They had these beaten and bruised faces before we got to them, and they helped us escape hydra.”

“We were kidnapped by whoever those people were and experimented on, even tortured.” The new arrival stepped forward, speaking for himself. He seemed unhinged, for good reason. Anyone who had gone through torture and imprisonment would be less than stable. “Now I have powers that melt people! I'm a nurse! Not some freak that melts people's faces off!”

“It’s alright, mate,” Ross said, exchanging sideways glances with Petra. He then gave the stranger a pat on the shoulder and nodded his head toward the doors. “If he wasn’t ok, I doubt they would have kept him alive for the ride.”

Wren’s face was buried in her hands as she tried to calm herself, to breathe. Her body still hurt, healing slower and more painfully than she had ever experienced. It almost felt like it was ripping itself back open before it fused together. She only looked up when a figured knelt down beside her.

Jensen’s head dipped down to look at Wren from beneath the veil of crimson hair that blocked her face. “Didn't bring me a bouquet of Hydra heads?” Wren’s jaw dropped slightly as her brows furrowed. A weak, annoyed laugh escaped her lips. “How're you doing, baby?”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Wren practically growled. “I was shish kabob-ed by a harpoon, my neck broken, beaten, shot… tortured,” her voice cracked on the last word. She pushes off the ground and weakly moved to her feet. Wren wobbled as she pushed her way past everyone to get into the tower. For a moment, she froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of everyone in the lobby. They all hugged each other in reunions, but no one came to hug her. No one cared that she looked like death twice over. Wren wiped away a tear then continued to push past the others, making her way toward the elevator.

Tobias motioned toward Ross toward the side of the large truck. “I’m assuming you have a mirror on you?”

Ross scoffed as he pulled his pack from his back and unzipped it. After a moment he pulled out a compact mirror and held it out to Tobias. “I could’ve told ya that ya look like shite. Didn’t need a mirror for dat.”

“Last I checked, you look worse than me,” Tobias jested. He then levitated the mirror from his hand, slowly guiding it underneath the truck. He moved it slowly making sure the reflective surface was angled partly toward him. For awhile the search showed no results… Until he caught a glimpse of a flashing red light in the undercarriage. Tobias quickly brought back the mirror and shoved it into Ross’ hand, before he pushed off the armrests of the wheelchair and began to stand.

“Woah woah tiger, da hell do ya think you’re doin’?” Ross said as he moved before Tobias holding out his hands to stop him.

“There’s something under there… I need to look.”

“I’ll look.” Ross pushed the mirror against Tobias’ chest until he took it in his hand and sat back down. “What am I looking for?”

“A red light.”

”Like a bomb?”

“Could you say that any louder?! Just look… If it is, I’ll take care of it.”

“Fackin’ hell,” Ross grumbled under his breath as he lowered himself until he was sitting on the ground. He took a deep breath then carefully scooted underneath on his back. It took him a moment before he found the light. “Found it! There’s no timer… Just numbers… Looks like coordinates.”

“J.A.R.V.I.S. can you scan those coordinates?”

“Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr… The coordinates are for our current location. It looks as though the truck has a tracking device.”

“God dammit,” Tobias groaned under his breath as he threw the mirror at the side of the truck, the small fragile compact shattering on impact.

“Aye, mate! That was a good mirror!”

“J.A.R.V.I.S. can you jam the signal and scatter it so that it shows different locations around the globe every few seconds?”

“It is done.”



“Don’t lift it until I return,” Tobias ordered the computer as he stood up from his wheelchair unsteadily. He slipped his arm from Ross’ grasp when the Scot tried to stop him and continued back into the tower. He was careful not to move his right arm too much and pop a stitch, using his left arm to wedge space between the others and make his way to the elevator. He came to a stop beside Wren who looked desperate to get away from the crowd and the lift was crawling its way down the tower to the lobby. Impatient Tobias raised his hand and willed the elevator down to their floor, bypassing any other stops.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood

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Wait? What the hell is going on here? First there's this another weirdo with a mask, then yet another masked weirdo steals him, and leads to a table with random patrons. And now... just as we're following, cause of course brothers had to move.
Well, fine, I would check it myself. Anyway, as we move, yet another two join in.

“Any room for two more? If this is for a job, my friend and I would certainly be interested in joining you.”
Man, crowdy. - He thought, while Lich, and her friend slowly grew annoyed. Too much time is wasted here, in Lich's opinion.

"I guess there is... - Gaveth said -... we could get a bigger fish." Fish? Really? Man, they'll think I'm a fisherman, from a small village, which happens to be the truth, though that's a long, long... gone past.

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The wink made Skye roll her eyes, but she'd be lying if she said the roundhouse kick didn't impress her a little. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, as somebody came at her brandishing a gun. They appeared to have finally realised the two teenagers with knives were more of a threat than the men with guns. So Skye let the illusion drop. That was enough to confuse and temporarily distract them, enough for Skye to slam the man in the face with his own gun. That wouldn't have been enough to stop him, and so Skye ducked and quickly made copies of herself. "What the hell?" The man yelled, right before Skye punched him in the face again before whirling around, driving an elbow into his stomach and snatching the gun from his hands. She slammed the gun against his temple and he crumpled. Tucking the gun into the back of her trousers, she scanned the room. Their numbers had dropped significantly, but there was one or two still standing. One of whom was attempting to sneak up on Sterling.

"Seven o'clock!" She yelled, already sprinting across the room to intercept. The copies of her followed, spreading out in a circle around them. The man halted in his tracks, the illusion clearly perplexing him. Skye halted, stepping into line with the rest of the illusion and standing stock still. The man raised his gun and scanned the circle of copies. He raised the gun and fired at one of them, which disappeared into a wisp of smoke. Skye wanted to glance at Sterling, but she didn't want to make herself stand out from the rest of the group. She had to trust him that he'd know it was a distraction. The man fired at another copy, and Skye had to stop herself from holding her breath. She was exposed like this, and it was putting her on edge.

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Ollie knew to get the hell out of the way when he saw Theo's posture shifting. He threw himself away from them, hitting the floor and rolling straight to his feet. When Theo went feral, there was something... terrifying. Ollie knew it was Theo, knew it was his friend. But the fear was something primal, the realisation that you weren't quite the apex predator any more and you had become prey. He turned away, breaking open the first aid cabinet and searching for supplies. He'd turned around to face Theo when he was suddenly shoved against the wall, hands around his neck. This wasn't Theo, he reminded himself. This was the part of him his friend couldn't control. He knew not to react, knew not to make himself seem like a threat. But then he could see a change, a shift. Theo was fighting back. And then he shoved himself back and Ollie exhaled heavily, not even realising he'd been holding his breath.

Theo's reaction broke something in Ollie. He could see the panic in his face, the fear. It was then that Ollie remembered that his shoulder was still bleeding and he was covered in blood. Slowly, he bent down to retrieve the bandages he'd gathered and walked over to Theo, resting a hand on his shoulder for a brief moment. He pulled a chair so he was sitting opposite Theo, before pressing the bandages into his hands. "All this blood might cause a bit of panic among the hostages. You do my shoulder, I'll check your hands, okay?" He held Theo's gaze for a moment, showing that he wasn't scared. Then he pulled off his jacket, slowly slowly, grimacing at the pull on his shoulder. But the blood at least wouldn't show quite as much on the black t-shirt. He knew they needed to get moving, they needed to get the hostages out, but stressing Theo out might just make things worse.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Isaac di Acroina Character Portrait: Meira Lux Character Portrait: Ashkon Sens

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With the dulled senses humanity provided her, there was no way for her to have noticed ahead of time. There was honestly no way for either of them to have noticed the silent fall, not when they were hardly focused on the ceiling. That, and she was completely distracted by her abject failure to determine ahead of time if they were going to get stuck in another world again. Not that she would admit that to anyone other than herself.

The violent crash of a body slamming into the floor from a very high point jolted her into action and she shrieked in surprise, spinning around to pinpoint the intruder and causing Ash to duck out of her way again. She really needed to stop accidentally killing him.

"What the hell was that?!"

"A person?" Ash suggested, pointing at the blonde guy on the floor. She followed his gaze to the idiot who had somehow fallen from the ceiling.

"Doesn't he know about Isaac Newton?"

Ash glanced at her quizzically and she immediately wished she could retract her question. Instead she just blushed, which she also wished she could immediately retract.

"Meira, how do you know about Newtonian physics and Isaac Newton but not know who Elon Musk is?"

"I told you, he sounds like a weird person. It doesn't even sound like a name." She answered. She stepped closer to the guy, eyeing his skinny frame.

"Do you think he's awake, or do you think he's dead? No, he's not dead, that wasn't a high enough fall. Did he get knocked out? I could just kill him, I guess. He seems like a creepy guy."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Isabel Martinez Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Valentina Diaz Character Portrait: Rick Silva Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque

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Rick couldn't resist grinning at Izzie's expanded commentary. She sounded like a talent scout, or a producer, or a bandleader—which she was, of course. He wondered if she could have been anything else. Could she have played the sidewoman to another? Maybe not with her stature—then again, Dio had played with taller men and never lost command of the stage. He was a born frontman, with a golden throat powered by aetheric lungs that could make the stuff of Michael Whelan covers sound like Renaissance art. And Izzie, in turn, was a born leader, with a clear vision of what she wanted, a keen ear to hear what suited it, and an iron determination to leave behind that which didn't suit it.

Then again, all of that could also apply to a world-class dictator. Perhaps he ought to be more cautious. But for now, there were more important things, like talking shop.

"Good? No, I gotta pay. And talk to the bassist. Hablamos bajista, ¿clara?" 'Bassist-talk' made sense in his head, but not so much out of his mouth. Still, he would stick to it.

It didn't take long to flag down the server for the cheque, and even less time to flag down the bassist, a skinny muchacho who seemed in no hurry to leave. In their low-end discussion, neither of them noticed as the quarter's guitarist quietly made his way to the bar, to a particular young woman with fair hair and a flowing caftan dress.

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For a brief moment, Lionel felt a pang of jealousy for Ted, and could not say why. That was a lie: he was jealous because Ted was at a jazz club, the sort of soporific place where people went to relax after a hard day. A bar such as the Anchor, on the other hand, was for a bit of excitement after a long day of modern ennui. Normally that was more Lionel's thing than the jazz club. But this was not a normal situation. The drunk sumbitch was not only drunk and vicariously horny, he was getting violent. With a woman.

This never ended well. Danny had seen that too, if Lionel interpreted his quick bark for "Elliot" correctly. Presumably he meant the large man edging his way through the crowd. Lionel had seen this scene a few times before. Swing and a miss, a forward pitch, then either a strikeout or an intentional walk. And sometimes that happened in the baseball game instead!

Time for a curveball. "Ayo, let her go!"

Drunk Sumbitch froze, still holding the woman's wrist, but his attention on Lionel, bleary eyes narrowed. "Why d'you care?"

"'Cause she don't want none of you, old man!"

Lionel expected that to be a serious aggro-draw, but instead Sumbitch grinned. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

For the first time that night, Lionel realized he might have fucked up.

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The only thing stopping Meira from killing the guy where he stood was the fact that Ash clearly had some kind of plan, and dammit if his plans didn't usually go right and a lot more smoothly than hers. Not for lack of trying on her part, when she actually planned something it always went quite literally flawlessly. She just didn't like planning. Better to take action first.

"People are asleep here?" She dragged Ash along, trying to keep up the conversation. "How would you know? Did you wake up first or something?"

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I ordered a soda but the bartender said "no soda just beer and coffee,oh and tea." so i got a sweet tea with extra sugar and light ice and asked for 5. it ended up being 9 silver pieces so i ended up only having 3 silver left. In my head i thought
"maybe i should start adventuring then humans would like me even as the monster prince." later i ordered a nice cold water for free when this huge guy approached. I put my hood further down my head when he asked the bartender "have you seen a kid with black and white wings with horns in here?" when i heard that i threw of my cloak and cast a spell
"light bend and hide me so that my enemy shall not see INVISIBILITY!" then ran out the door and when i looked back the monster hunter was waving his hand cursing but i heard one thing that made me want to seek revenge upon his cursed soul
"you stupid monster prince i'll kill you just like i killed your mother!" then that's when i became an adventurer waiting till i was strong enough to kill him.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lionel Anderson Character Portrait: Ted Marubini Character Portrait: Valentina Diaz Character Portrait: Ada Rae Leveque

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The woman turned, following Ted's gaze. "Who was that?"

"Friend of a friend, sorta," he responded. He sipped the Blue Moon like a buffering animation, then added, "I told you about the other band in the studio?"

"Yeah?"

"She's their bandleader."

"Bandleader," the woman snorted. "Does that mean you're a bandleader, too?"

"Not the same way," Ted responded, shaking his head. "She's...different."

"Oh. Like...how?"

"She's very exacting. It's her band. Like Maurice, but more so."

The woman scoffed. "Sounds like the kinda guy Jack and I got rid of."

"Not quite," Ted replied, sipping his beer again. "That guy, from what Jack said, wasn't nearly as good as Izzie was. Probably still is."

"Izzie?"

"Isabel Ana-Maria Martinez de la Cruz," he intoned with all the solemnity of an ancient prayer. "Isabel Martinez for short, Izzie for shorter."

The woman chuckled. "She sounds like a character."

Ted smiled too. "You're not wrong, Steph."

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The front door of the Anchor slammed, and Lionel released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Somehow, Drunk Sumbitch had got told by a chick two-thirds his size, at a generous estimate. The fact was nothing short of astonishing.

"Awright guys, show's over." Elliot's proclamation worked like a geas. No doubt many of the conversations that started up were nervously noting how close that came to a full brawl, but they were still conversations, in the same way that a pacemaker still induces a real heartbeat. The life they brought back to the establishment was no less real for how forcedly they were induced.

Perhaps it was that change in atmosphere that had incited this lor lady to approach him. And thank him, though for what he wasn't sure. Maybe prompting a chance for them to meet? He wasn't sure, but he wouldn't complain. Talking to a cute chick was better than mulling over how close he had almost come to getting his lights punched out.

"You're a badass is what you are," he said before he could stop himself. Making a face, he held up a cautionary finger and took a healthy sip of his cocktail. "What I meant to say is nice to meetcha, Ada, I'm Lionel.

She gave him a wink and a smirk, taking a sip of her own drink as well. Now that she was sitting so close to him, and she wasn’t being semi-molested by a drunkard, Ada was sure that she had been right. He was the guy from the other band. “Likewise.” She said and leaned on her elbow on the bar. She looked down at the wood and shrugged. “Can’t afford to have rumor going around the studio that I can’t take care of myself, can I?” Ada wondered if he had recognized her as well.

“Studio,” he repeated dumbly, putting that together with that feeling of deja-vu from earlier. The realization hit him suddenly. “I thought you looked familiar! You’re one of those peeps in Psychosis,” he concluded. Chuckling to himself at the coincidence, he took a glance past her, at the stone-cold dead serious chick now talking with Danny, three empty beer bottles in front of her. “She with you, right? Somep’n happen?” he asked, indicating her with a half-nod.

His reaction was amusing, but Ada decided not to give him any stick for it not recognizing her. They hadn’t spoken much anyway and besides, she wouldn’t be offended. “Uh…” She began and looked over at Val who was now in conversation with the bartender. “She is… Was.” Ada was unsure and shrugged, but still smiled. “I’m not sure, really. She’s been miserable since the moment we got here.” She took another sip of her drink. “But she agreed to go out, so I don’t know what the deal is.” Ada returned her attention to Lionel. “She’ll come ‘round.”

I hope.

Ada had truly no idea if Val was going to ever stop being mad at her. She had never experienced Val being mad at her ever before. It was frightening, somehow. Not in the same way it was scary when Izzie got mad. No, this was different. It freaked her out. “So how are things going for you guys in the studio?” Conversation would be her best distraction from the graphic images of what Val might do to her once they left the bar. That is, she assumed she would wait that long.

“It’s alright,” Lionel said, taking a sip of his Libre. “We’re gonna start drum tracking tomorrow. Past few days have been mostly writing a new song to fill it out and recording demos.” He left out that their original plan had been to lay down drum tracks earlier that same day, before Ted started “experimenting” with an alternate bridge riff for “Under the Lash”, which was quickly turning into “Under the Uneven Time Signatures”. By the time Lionel and Zack had wrestled him back from that tangent, it was three in the afternoon. Rather than set up for only an hour of tracking, they called it early with intent to start recording tomorrow. Of course, that was granting that Ted didn’t get sidetracked something for “Defiler of the Mind,” but then again, he seemed to hold that song sacrosanct except for his own solo, ever-changing like his others.

Her eyes widened with excitement. Ada loved the grinding you did in the studio. Sure, you practiced until you had yours songs down before you went in, but there was something about recording them. She settled for nothing less than perfect, so it was a lot of work, but Ada found that she learned so much every time she went into a studio.
“Exciting!” She said, genuinely. “Here’s hoping it goes well.” Ada raised her glass, not really bothered that they had both been sipping drinks while chatting. “So are yo-” the brunette trailed off as she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Hmm?” She let out as she set her drink down and turned on her stool.

"Buy you a drink?"

Lionel blinked. Wasn't this the mopey chick Ada had brought with her? Why was she so chipper? Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Danny gesturing. Open-palm thumbs-up, tilt the hand back, then three, then throat-cut. Lionel immediately decided he hated charades. Danny made the gestures again, slower this time. Thumbs up, tilt back...drink? Three drinks? Cut-off?

Oh.

Ohhhh. Great.

"Uh..." Lionel hoped he could help the situation with some half-feigned casual talk. "What's the drink?"

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All Jayden could feel was nervousness as he watched the news clip for what seemed like the millionth time as he waited to board his flight. Up until 6 months ago Jayden would have been on the first flight out to research anything unusual like this so called golden meteor just in hopes of finding friends and a way home, but now he was hesitant. He felt like he had to protect his heart. A year ago when he released his debut album as J.Kaze he was uncertain on whether or not 'Home' should be on it. On one hand the title track was extremely personal and never actually meant to be heard by anyone else. It held all the pain and fear of being alone that he held in for years. On the other hand the very structure of the song called forth memories of home and he hoped that someone from Aurum would hear it and try to reach out so he’d know he wasn’t alone. When that didn’t happen he broke and throw himself into his music, though he didn’t completely lose hope until 6 months ago. After that he couldn’t even bring himself to listen to his song without crying.

Jayden wanted nothing to remind him of his former home. He even thought of covering up his emblem but that was something he just couldn’t do, so he got a tattoo that incorporated his emblem. Ironically it was of the God of wind but it still helped ease the pain since his emblem wasn’t all he saw while he was sitting in the makeup chair before the concert. He even began to ignore any whispers of things that remind Aurum, like this pro garner one of his earth friends met. His friend kept describing her and all he could think of was his best friend Phia but he refused to get his hopes up and wrote it off as another dead end before looking. Even on the day of the meteor hitting, Jay was doing everything in his power to ignore the news because he couldn't bare the pain again.

That all changed when later that evening he was sitting in the makeup chair getting ready for his last concert before his break when he heard his manager say “But it’s Gold! What kind of meteor is Gold!” This led to Jay’s reluctant turn to the tv but it was just in time for him to see the message. The message that revived his hope and gave him a new destination. He stared at the TV blankly as he pondered his options ignoring every one who was calling his name in concern until finally he looked over to his manager and said, “ Hey Kimmy. I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to head to D.C during my break.”

Now here he is finally sitting on the ground at the airport in his typical off stage style waiting to do something he was convinced was impossible. He had contemplated not getting on this flight multiple times but knew this was something he had to do. He needed to see who was still alive out there and see if there was a chance of him getting home. Also he couldn't ignore that just the thought of him finding others had him feeling more like his old self than he had in a long while. Not only were his smiles no longer fake but there was this familiar warmth coming from his emblem that put his heart at ease. As the flight attendant called for first class to begin boarding Jay grabbed his carry on and skate board to proceed to board. He looked up and saw Kimmy staring at him from her flights waiting area. Waving he entered the plane ready to face the music for the good and bad. Though he was hoping this time it was good.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Eli Acerbi Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Cassius stole another glance up at the sky, the weather had been fine this morning but had since started to turn and the sky had run from scattered patches of cloud to low ragged banks of grey that seemed to not only stifle the sun, but muffle the whole world as if wrapped in a blanket. This wasn't uncommon for this time of year, nor was it uncommon for the mountainous coasts of British Columbia. As a seasoned hunting guide, this was just part and parcel of a life spent out of doors in one of the wildest places on Earth.

He turned to survey the rest of his group as they followed behind him on the trail. It had been a good hunt, not without its share of difficulty and hardship but, ultimately a successful one. On the second last day they had brought down the bull moose they had been following for some time and now it was time to return. He turned back and shouted both warning of the weather, and encouraging the laggards with thoughts of warm fires, strong coffee and stronger whisky.

We could be in for a hell of a storm if this keeps up, and I don't know about you but I'd much rather be sat in the cabin when it hits! He yelled over the increasingly insistent tone of the wind. The pace increased, and at long last over the rise the cabin appeared just a little farther down the valley. A ragged cheer arose and the pace quickened again with the sight and smell of hearth now that much nearer at hand.

They reached the cabin just as the rain began to make itself felt, splashing down in big heavy drops that sprayed off everything they hit. Cassius stood by the door and clapped everyone on the back, making sure that at long last, he was the final member of their party to enter the sprawling cabin that served as home base for Darkwood Hunting and Angling. Hey Bill! Made it back with one in the bag, how 'bout ya break out the case of beer I know you've got stashed in back. He hollered, finally swinging his pack off his shoulder and propping it against the door.

An elderly gentleman tottered out from behind the bar grumbling under his breath All right, all right, keep yer shirt on. You get one each and you can drink it where ya likes, after that ya gots to stay at the bar. You hear the news by the by? He continued as he plunked a six pack down on the long table that graced part of the main room. Come on Bill you know damned well that I haven't unless you tried sending smoke signals. It's not exactly like we get BBC in the back country.

Bill chuckled True 'nough True 'nough. Well get a load of this then, Great big meteor come crashing down over in Washington D.C. there. The real kicker? Looks like it may well be made o' gold. Huh What do ya think of that? Why it's all they been showin' on the news, can't even barely watch the game he griped.

Cassius paused for a second wondering if it could really be happening. He had never known many people from Aurum, his natural abilities and personality having put him in the role of a scout most often. He had spent a lot of time wandering, but sure enough as soon as he heard the words spoken in Dicere, the ancient phrase called to him. He knew whether or not he knew anyone that he would go back. After all, this was his duty as his father had raised him, and there could be no turning his back on it. Huh, well I'll be damned. Don't have any trips scheduled for a while. I'm going to go to DC Bill, I'll bring ya back a piece if it's real gold.

As Bill chuckled Cassius was already heading to his room to pack a bag and a few short hours later, having changed into jeans a grey shirt and a nice green henley, he was on his way to DC, to the address that had been specified. He hadn't know many of the kids who'd gotten out in those last hectic days. He was pretty sure he'd seen Viviannah Bellum and had thought he'd heard some of the Royals had even made it, but other than that couldn't think of anyone he'd recognize. Heck Viviannah might not even remember him. By the time he was old enough to pay attention to such things she'd already become a prodigy in the district eventually even winding up in the personal guard of one of the Royals. His father had run him hard to keep up with her example and Cassius had trained about as hard as it was to train thanks to his fathers often brutal treatment. He liked to fancy he'd gained some small amount of recognition, but nowhere near the level of Viviannah Bellum.

These thoughts saw him through takeoff and into the air where he fell asleep only to wake as the wheels hit tarmac in DC. He rented a car and drove to the address he had heard the meteor was near noticing that sure enough others had already started to gather at the large house. He strode briskly up the pavement his Fire District tattoo on display as he rolled up the sleeves of his henley, paused before the door when he noticed a teary reunion going on between several people and a woman he recognized as being part of the Light District. He took a moment to deliver he a deferential nod before delivering three sharp knocks and waited.