Setting
New Dev Eru
New Dev Eru, chosen for its centralized location, and rare in the inner ring uncolonized status, is a desert planet in a fairly small solar system with only two other planets. It is about twice the size of earth, and has about 3 times the gravity.
A single day lasts 29.27 hours and a year lasts 390 days. The planet is made up of 11 continents, which make up 81% of the planet's landmass. Water is plentiful in underground reservoirs, though little water or life is apparent form the surface, with much of the Erutin infrastructure and people living underground.
The plantlike organisms on this planets are largely low to the ground, with trees and wood being rare, though some forests do exist nearer to the poles. Native animals tend to be small in size as well, though some larger ones are found nearer to the poles.
The New Palace is in the northern hemisphere, and while it still lies in the desert, it is in a more habitable region. Much of the above ground life occurs closer to the poles, though there are no settlements in the trees, due to the need to maintain the forests of the planet.
Major exports from this planet include sand, diamonds, and quartz, along with more synthetic materials in the form of nanocloth, which the underground communities produce in abundance. Imports include food, though thanks to advanced hydroponics systems, the planet is largely self sustaining.
Major cities are: Rautuin, Kalkola, Niskos, Helingby, and Hevosoja.
New Dev Eru
New Dev Eru is the new capital of the Erutin Empire. This beautiful planet was selected for its centralized location after the Aschen heathens destroyed all of the original capital planet's solar system.
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New Dev Eru is a part of 
Erutin Imperial Space.
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Dusk Erutin [12] Duke of the former Erutin Empire and Dark to Dawn Erutin.
Blade Ulenna [9] Four hundred year old Reagent Lord and Commander of the Erutin Remnant. He's back, and he's pissed.
Sir Eric Werner [0] "In the name of cosmic justice we ride, glory will prevail this day, hail to the king of Galethane!"
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Giving a slight nod, she just hoped that the required clothing could be made on such short notice. "I'll give her a call in the morning then." Catherine remarked as she stepped back into the study for a brief moment. "I'm sure Parson will be fine. He seems to enjoy trying to manipulate new... people." She added omitting the word victim. In truth thats what it really felt like when dealing with Parson, as if the boy were sizing you up for something that you couldn't even begin to think of.
"The word you were looking for is victims." Molly corrected. "Parson likes meeting new victims and play things. How he has yet to be killed is beyond me." She suspected the boy somehow had connections in the justice system. "It'll nice to get away from him for awhile."
"Possibly." She agreed having spent too much time that week working on her own issues to allow a small slip on something such as the subject of Parson. "Yes well we'll see how you like court once your there." Catherine muttered as she found the flashlight she was looking for. She wasn't able to really remember if there was light or not up in the attic.
"I'll be in a dress the entire time, and have to be a lady. I probably wont' like it one ounce. But it's still nice to get away from the child who stands by my bed when I'm asleep and mutters about drinking my blood."
Maliki didn't normally come into her apartment, but she trusted the creep enough to know that he was prety much the only one allowed to kill her. Sometimes, stalkers were useful.
Maliki didn't normally come into her apartment, but she trusted the creep enough to know that he was prety much the only one allowed to kill her. Sometimes, stalkers were useful.
"You won't like having to act with a sense of decorum or that someone is making you wear a dress? We can pass you off as male if you like. It's been done before." Catherine stated dryly. There was something slightly amusing about Molly's discomfort with this whole thing, and to just add to it seemed to cause even more amusement. "I'm sure Alexander has some ideas about how to dress you like a young eligible male." She continued as she came out of the study. While Catherine knew what her duty was within the unseen world, she wasn't so sure that Molly did.
Molly thought it over, rather seriously. "Well. It is tempting. But I'm supposed to be going with you as a confidante, not a potential suitor." Molly managed to say that with a perfectly straight face, though she clearly found it amusing. "So I think I'll stick to being a girl." She just wasn't used to playing the part. Molly very much wore the pants in hers and Lorn's relationship, despite the fact that Lorn had proposed to her.
Though the woman was still ill. Molly frowned in remembrance. She's had to bother someone about looking in on her fiance, to make certain Lorn was comfortable and had everything she needed.
Though the woman was still ill. Molly frowned in remembrance. She's had to bother someone about looking in on her fiance, to make certain Lorn was comfortable and had everything she needed.
"How could you possibly be any worse than Puck?" Catherine remarked sarcastically. She was not looking forwards to spending her days finding ways to avoid that man. He had made himself utterly convinced of a possible romance between the two of them. "Or worse than my ex husband?" She added thoughtfully. Molly was taking this entire proposition and herself too seriously. "But in all honesty, if you want to play the part of confidante or companion be my guest." Catherine said as she started to head upstairs.
Molly was growing more and more confused. None of this was the least bit logical. She should have stayed in her hometown, gone to college at the local uni, graduated, and dealt with life that way. There would hve been no MCU, no Other world. Sure there would be no Lorn either, and she'd still have to deal with Karato, on her own, but she could have handled that.
But no. She had wanted to come to New York, and joined MCU. Somedays, Molly regettd steping out the door that led to her family. This was one of them.
But no. She had wanted to come to New York, and joined MCU. Somedays, Molly regettd steping out the door that led to her family. This was one of them.
All of this would have to be sorted out by Molly herself. Others could really only offer guidance, and suggestions; nothing more. Pausing at the top of the stairs, Catherine waited to see if Molly would be coming. The trunks in question held clothing from various eras, ranks, and countries. There would also be books, accessories, and other various items to inventory. Hopefully her nephew had not gotten into them as children were prone to, and misplaced items which now could be considered valuable antiques by anyone else.
Molly sighed and followed after Catherine, thinking of her mom. Mom would have jumped at the chance to go to fairy, no worries about it. But for her? Molly ignored the uneasy feelign in ehr stomach. "Rozwell. Rozzy." She murmured. The name meant something. A woman's name. Tall, unusual. Well. That would hardly stop Maliki would it? Still. It was a memory.
"Did you say something Molly?" Catherine asked hearing Molly mutter something. If she wanted to talk about it then she most likely would, otherwise Catherine wouldn't press the issue. There were some things that were out of the scope of even her ability to guess or assume. Molly's past being one of them. All Catherine knew was that Molly and Karato had somehow gotten themselves onto the hiring list for MCU, and now they were in the current predicament with Karato imprisoned.
Pushing open a door at the top of the stairs, opened onto a shorter flight of stairs disappearing up into the darkness. Flicking on the flashlight, Catherine continued onwards without waiting on Molly. She wouldn't force the girl to do anything she didn't want to do, although she could be very persuasive at times.
Pushing open a door at the top of the stairs, opened onto a shorter flight of stairs disappearing up into the darkness. Flicking on the flashlight, Catherine continued onwards without waiting on Molly. She wouldn't force the girl to do anything she didn't want to do, although she could be very persuasive at times.
Molly followed up the next flight and shrugged. "A name. Rozwell. She was tall, and beautiful, but no human. Never did find out what she was." She admitted. "Not human though." Molly frowned. "I don't remember more. "She had blue eyes. Teal really." Molly was aware she was rambling. She closed her mouth with an audible snap. "Sorry about that. She's just a memory."
Catherine peered at Molly through the gloom for a moment as she spoke, but she didn't have any help to offer on the subject of memories. "I see." She remarked as she continued up to the attic. Molly seemed to be making a lot of strange remarks and staring off into space lately, it was cause for concern despite the fact that while many of the agents under her tended to have similar habits; Molly's seemed even stranger.
In short order, Catherine reached the top of the flight of stairs and set about searching for the ever elusive light. Once the light had been turned on, the space was revealed to be small and rather dusty. Despite all the modern conveniences in the home, this was the one room that was neither heated nor cooled, and at the top of the house in summer it was slightly stifling side.
In short order, Catherine reached the top of the flight of stairs and set about searching for the ever elusive light. Once the light had been turned on, the space was revealed to be small and rather dusty. Despite all the modern conveniences in the home, this was the one room that was neither heated nor cooled, and at the top of the house in summer it was slightly stifling side.
Geez, it was hot! Molly shook her head to clear it. Yes, it was important she remembered these things, but not now. She needed to focus. "So. Trunks." She said and began to peer around. "You know, most people don't use trunks anymore, right?"
"Your point being?" Catherine questioned wryly as she went to open a small window under the eaves of the house. "Trunks are still perfectly good options for storage. Especially ones made of cedar or camphor wood." She said as she wrenched open the window, which over the course of time had gotten itself stuck like many other things. It was an old house, possibly built well before the turn of the century; and while it offered a certain closeness to the city, it also offered a respite from the constant hustle and bustle of it.
"Molly your going to have to learn to accept the fact that some of us begrudgingly accept more modern things and their uses when with those who are part of the seen world. It's part of blending in." Catherine explained as she spied a trunk nestled into a corner.
"Molly your going to have to learn to accept the fact that some of us begrudgingly accept more modern things and their uses when with those who are part of the seen world. It's part of blending in." Catherine explained as she spied a trunk nestled into a corner.
"I think my mother has a cedar chest." She admitted and thought it over. "I'm trying to accept it all." She grumbled and went over to look out the window. It was an interesting view, if nothing else.
"Is there anything we're looking for, or are we just poking aroudn them to see what catches our eyes?"
"Is there anything we're looking for, or are we just poking aroudn them to see what catches our eyes?"
"Mostly the later." Catherine answered as she pulled the trunk out further into the room. To say that the room was crowded was something of an understatement, it was neatly packed full of various antique paraphernalia and other accoutrements of history. It had all been moved upstairs carefully, bit by bit, out of the main portion of the home sometime in the 1960s. Catherine's then husband, Otto, hadn't really thought terribly fondly of the things. In her desire to try to please and reach a middle ground, she had many of the items moved out in favor of newer things.
"You've at least thirty some odd years to adjust. That is if something doesn't kill you first." Catherine remarked offhandedly.
"You've at least thirty some odd years to adjust. That is if something doesn't kill you first." Catherine remarked offhandedly.
"Oh by then, someone will have killed me, I'm sure." Catherine's remark was offhanded, but Molly couldn't see Maliki willing to get her that much time. Another year or two maybe, if she kept remembering. But she was, after all, tainted.
She pulled out a trunk, and turned the key left in it, opening the box open and smiling at the sight of books! Books! This was wonderful.
She pulled out a trunk, and turned the key left in it, opening the box open and smiling at the sight of books! Books! This was wonderful.
"Hm books." Catherine remarked peering over Molly's shoulder. She couldn't remember what the contents of some of the books were, but it probably ranged from a novel or two to something much more useful to her line of work. "Well this explains where half of my books have gone, though I can't exactly say I remember putting them in that trunk." Catherine said mostly to herself as she went to open the second trunk.
Molly was browsing through the books now, thoroughly lost in what they contained. From novels, to what looked like nonfiction, this was heaven to her. "This is wonderful. Can I borrow one or two?" she said, leafing carefully through the pages. "I promise you'l get it back unharmed."
Catherine offered a slight shrug. "Go ahead. To be honest, books now will probably be some collectors delight some decades away." She answered as she threw back the lid of the second trunk. Immediately she was greeted with a musty smell, a combination of linens, lavender and age. "Hm." Catherine mumbled to herself as she reached down into the trunk. This was most certainly not the older items she knew were stored somewhere within the confines of the attic, but much newer things. "1890, the year everything went to hell..." She muttered leaning on the trunk for a minute.
Catherine could with almost utmost certainty date what was within the trunks to a particular year or decade, after all much of it was hers.
Catherine could with almost utmost certainty date what was within the trunks to a particular year or decade, after all much of it was hers.
"To hell?" Molly thought it over curiously. "I don't recall any world events then." she admitted. "But I'm pants with history. Even so, if you want to tell me about it, I'm all ears." It could be interesting.
Reluctantly the college student turned MCU agent put down the books and moved onto another trunk, this one containing lots of smaller boxes in it. Boxes. In a box. She was already annoyed.
Reluctantly the college student turned MCU agent put down the books and moved onto another trunk, this one containing lots of smaller boxes in it. Boxes. In a box. She was already annoyed.
"Of course you wouldn't. We weren't quite to World War I, and everything was fine. The golden age and la belle époque." Catherine said as she put her hand down into the trunk. "I hadn't been with MCU all that long, and even shorter a time as a field office director. Everything was golden, albeit with a few snags until he came along." She added pulling out a cotton shirtwaist. Everything that came out of the trunks was like new, or at least in excellent condition. Somewhere in the course of history some sort of charm had possibly been placed onto them, preventing any sort of real decay or damage. "November of 1890 we received word that there was a vampire running amuck in London. It seemed normal enough, but this one took the cake. He made a mockery of us. Eventually we defeated him long enough for him to go back licking his wounds to wherever he'd come from, but then Puck decided to make a mess of all of it. Wanted to speak with me, and you know... long story short I lost about 50 odd years."
Catherine had tried to distance herself from that particular incident, and tried desperately to make amends, and to set things right. Unfortunately the fifty years of time she had lost, caused even greater a lack of faith in her on the Council's part. "I get back to London, and someone else is running the show. Damned angels... they're too hard to trust."
Catherine had tried to distance herself from that particular incident, and tried desperately to make amends, and to set things right. Unfortunately the fifty years of time she had lost, caused even greater a lack of faith in her on the Council's part. "I get back to London, and someone else is running the show. Damned angels... they're too hard to trust."
"Comparatively, losing only a year isn't so bad." Molly reflected and smiled. "But yeah. I can see that going to hell." She didn't recall missing days of classes, a police search, crying parents, any of it, though she was told it had all happened.
"I did get this nifty cloak." She admitted. "And this...it looks for the world like one of the asian sailor school uniforms. Creepy little thing. Very short skirt." Almost indecent. She could never imagine wearing it. "I had a couple of hem, but most had longer skirts than that one."
She opened one of the small boxes to reveal a beautiful ribbon choker, with a cameo on it. Lovely. "I think this is full of jewelry. I just found a necklace."
"I did get this nifty cloak." She admitted. "And this...it looks for the world like one of the asian sailor school uniforms. Creepy little thing. Very short skirt." Almost indecent. She could never imagine wearing it. "I had a couple of hem, but most had longer skirts than that one."
She opened one of the small boxes to reveal a beautiful ribbon choker, with a cameo on it. Lovely. "I think this is full of jewelry. I just found a necklace."
"Interesting." Catherine remarked as she placed the blouse back into the trunk and shut it's lid. She wasn't looking for that one particular trunk, she was looking for others which might possibly contain clothing that had been worn at court. "Jewelry? Probably up here because I had no use for it. Fashions and tastes change unfortunately." She said glancing over to where Molly was digging through yet another trunk.
Spotting yet another trunk, this one much older looking, with it's simple leather and brass bindings; Catherine suspected she had found what she wanted. "Any particular color you detest Molly?" She asked as she opened the trunk. Inside lay lace edged gowns, silken ribbons, and delicately fashioned shoes.
Spotting yet another trunk, this one much older looking, with it's simple leather and brass bindings; Catherine suspected she had found what she wanted. "Any particular color you detest Molly?" She asked as she opened the trunk. Inside lay lace edged gowns, silken ribbons, and delicately fashioned shoes.