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Sikes Keller

"This....is a guild?....Not what I expected."

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a character in “The New Mage Guild: Amaranth”, originally authored by Oblivian, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Sikes Keller, 18, Male
Black Demon, D Rank Amaranth Member


~ Physical Info ~


Image
{Appearance}
Sikes has a slight build of muscle on his arms from some work before, but nothing to impressive or buffed. His skin is a light tan and his hair is an almost pure black coloring that he never bothers to straighten out. But his most noticeable feature are the red eyes he has, which he claims he was born with and wont say why. But despite that, he just as the form of someone that has worked outdoors a lot before, giving them a work out and slight tan.

To Sikes, a good outfit is anything that involves a coat. Even though he never says he's cold or even buttons it up, he just loves wearing a coat for the fact that he thinks it looks "cool" to have one on and keeping it open. Underneath it can vary in any other pieces of clothing, but is mainly seen with a dark coloring of pants and short sleeve shirt. To him, changing clothes just means finding a new coat to wear. Why and how he got that idea is still unknown. Sadly this has also come with the problem that when getting dressed, he believes just putting a coat on is enough and ends up having to be corrected. But if someone were to give him a new "cool" looking coat, he would see it as the best gift ever. Cause he tries his best to take care of his coats, he will almost always remove it and place it somewhere safe so it wont get ruined. If it does happen to get ruined, expect a very pissed of Sikes to go after the one that has done it.

Even if he were to change in a public bath or somewhere like that, he would find a strange way to remove his shirt, without taking his coat off. No one really understands how he manages to do it without problems, but he does. But underneath his clothes, he has several scars on his body that appear to have been from lethal attacks that should have killed him. But because he doesn't take the coat off, not a lot of people have been able to see those scars.

{Tattoo}
On the left side of his neck and shoulder.

~ Mentality ~

{Personality}
Sikes is a little bit of a complex guy when you first meet him. At one moment, he would be just sitting by himself, wanting to be left alone to his thoughts, the next he's looking over your shoulder like a curious puppy at whatever you might be doing. But when he is upset or angry about something, a good 6 feet away from him for anyone he's not close to be as he would actually give off warning growls that he's not in a good mood. If someone were to bother him more when in a bad mood, he actually ends up biting the person's hand if pushed to far. But those that have managed to become friends with him, he shows a loyalty and kindness unlike any other.

While he's a little dangerous when upset, he's still new to the "outside world", having been in the same place since he was little, so he's unfamiliar and curious about a lot of things. For example, he has a hard time actually sitting right in a chair, most of the time sitting with his legs crossed on the chair or crouching down on it. He even had a number of problems in just boarding the train to the town, as he's never seen a train before, let alone any form of transportation. Also, apart from not knowing of things, he's not entirely skilled in socializing either. Sometimes blurting out things that he believes should be said. For example, replying that a dress does make a girl look fat without knowing that he isn't supposed to say that. Plus, if a girl were to ever even flirt with him, he would have no clue he's even being flirted with, having no clue about that stuff at all.

At times, when he's either really happy or upset, he gives off animal-like traits. One is the biting and growling when he's angry about something. In the case of food, meat is his prime choice, chowing it down like an animal every time he gets. In fact, he likes meat so much, that his first thought when he sees a creature he's never seen before is how it tastes like, even trying to get a bite if he can get away with it to taste.

In regards to fighting, it stands up high on the list with meat and coats of his favorite things. To him, there is nothing more fun then a long challenging fight. He even tends to forget whatever it is he has to do if he get's to into a fight, grinning with joy at the fun. But, if the fight involves someone harming a person he's close to, then it's a fight of rage that he brings out. Easy to snap if someone he holds close is hurt, he doesn't stop until the opponent is unable to move anymore. Sadly, because his past involves taking the victory further and even taking the loser's life, he tries his best to fight back that instinct of his and not kill anyone. But if he becomes far to enraged, there is a high chance that he might go that far.

While all of this is shown on the outside of him, deep down, he holds hidden a part of him that he tries his best to hide form others. Before, when he was little, he only knew a life of torture, and pain. It was only a few years of that that he entered a new life, one involving much more bloodshed. In that time, his older sister was the only person he ever trusted and he followed what she said no matter what it was. Being made into a "monster", his sister made him believe that she was the only person that could ever understand him. Scared of having other's look at him as the "monster" he believes himself to be, he keeps this past as hidden as he can. Always trying to change the topic if someone asks him of his past or of anything he once did. But as time goes by and he get's to know more people, he may be able to break that chain his sister has him on.


{Likes} {Dislikes}
o "Cool" Coats Bullies x
o Meat Getting Rained On x
o Fights Not Understanding Something x
o Anything New to Him Vegetables x
o His Friends Being To Weak x
o Night Bright places x


{Quirks} {Phobias}
% Growling when Angry People finding out what he is@
% Eavesdropping or Peeking at people out of Curiosity Being alone again @
% Napping in odd places and Positions
% Every new creature he finds, he wonders how it tastes.

~ Ability Statistics ~

{Magic-Types}
Shadow Molding Magic ~ Black Energy Pulse Magic ~ Shadow Puppetry Magic

{Signature Spell}
Black Demon's Wrath - Using the Shadow Molding Magic onto his whole body, he makes himself into the form of a demonic being.
Black Demon Form
Within this form, his speed and strength increase as he's able to channel the Black Energy Pulse through out his body. Because the body is made up of a full body Shadow Molding, he can slightly change portions of his body. Such as increasing his wings to flight, or shrinking them when not needed, even changing his arms and legs for the style of attack he uses. But while it's a strong spell, it has two side effects. One being that the longer he uses it, the more he's drained of magic, like a spell that wont turn off. Another problem is that when in this demonic form, he also has to fight against falling prey to the savage nature and instinct that comes with it. Because of this, he tries his best to use it only when no one else is around.

{Spell List}
~Shadow Molding Magic: A unique magic that was giving to him through some painful experiences in the past. By placing a part of his body into his own shadow, he can pull it back out with a molding of some kind over that body part from his own shadow. It's similar to that of Take Over, only that he needs to place the body part into his shadow and he doesn't need to "scan" any creature, just picture the form in his mind. With the molding that body part has some armoring as well, but it all depends on the form it has.~
Shadow Molding Forms
-Demon Claws: Adding onto his hands sharp demonic claws. Their sharpness match those of knives. While good at fast striking attacks, a strong hit can shatter the molding.
-Demon Fist: Giving himself the rough large fists of a beast, this form is for hard hitting attacks and breaking stone. It takes a much strong hit to shatter this molding since it made thicker for the hard attacks.

~Black Energy Pulse Magic: A magic that is only capable for someone that has had their body implanted with system of black energy that move through them like a blood stream. Using their magic, they are able to channel that black energy through parts of their body, releasing it in a form of blast, or even compressing it into smaller and sharp shot. But, because it's a part of his body, the more he release it, the weaker he gets, needing to give time for his energy to be refilled with his magic.~
-Black Blast: Gather an amount of dark energy into the palm, it can then be released in a blast like attack. The amount of energy gathered in the palm varies the size and force of the blast that is released.
-Black Slash: By concentrating the Black energy at the finger tips, one swings their arm to release them in the form thin shots that have been sharpened. Because it takes less time and strength to make them, this attack can be used again and again, good for barraging someone with an attack to hold them down.

~Shadow Puppetry Magic: A magic that allows one to manipulate their shadow like a puppet, making it change shape and move around like it was another person. Because of the special feature his shadow has, Sikes can take it a step farther and connect with his shadow. Concentrating on the shadow and closing his eyes, he is able to see what his shadow is seeing. When this happens, red eyes form on the shadow where it's "head" would be at.~
-Shadow Puppet: Manipulating the shadow, he can move it about change it's shape. Unable to actually touch anything physical, this magic is mainly use to either distract others or move his shadow close enough for him so he can use his Shadow Molding Magic.
-Shadow Spy: While in control of the shadow, he can concentrate in order to actually look through to what his shadow is looking at. This is indicated when his eyes are closed and a pair of red eyes form on the shadow itself.

{Non-magic Skills}
# Heightened Sense of Smell
# Heightened Hearing
# Night Vision
# Animal-like Reflexes
# Stealth and Sneak

~ Personal Background ~

{Biography}
Not having any memories of who his parents were, his only family was his older sister. Ever since he was little, he had admired her for being better at just about anything she did. At a young age, she even learned of magic seals and was quick to train herself. With her being the only family he's ever had, he looked up to her, wishing to be as "awesome" as she was. But, after years of them living on their own and starting to make it through alright, a day came that some men came to their home. They wore strange black cloaks, making them believe they were mage of a guild. They said that they had heard of a skilled young girl with magic and wanted to help her learn. Not wanting to leave Sikes behind, his sister agreed only if Sikes could come with him. Finally believing that they could making a living with a guild and have a better life, they went with them. Sikes went along with a grin on his face as he was about to join a guild, something he's only heard of. But when they arrived, that one ray of hope was crumbled in an instant.
They arrived in an abandoned building, suddenly finding themselves surrounded by others in black cloaks. All that Sikes remembered was the sight of his sister defending him before one of them hit him in the back of the head. The next thing he remembered was that of him waking up in a cell, with his sister missing. At first he thought she was dead, until they dragged her back and tossed her into the cell. He watched in shock as he went to his sister's aid as he saw her all bloody and badly injured. But he couldn't stay long since not that much afterwards, he himself was dragged away into a room. What came afterwards was a process of magical implanting that he could feel every inch of it through his body. They placed in his body a system that channeled black energy that they implanted into him through out his body. Using that energy, they manipulated it in order to do experiments on the body. It was a group of mages that were wanting to start their own guild and needed power to stand up to the top guilds that were out there. One certain power that they needed to rival was that of a Dragon Slayer, so they were kidnapping young mages and using magic to experiment with their bodies to try and make a mage that can stand up to the power of a Dragon Slayer. Such a task was impossible, but they still kept going at it, discarding those that have failed like trash.
Five years of torturing experiments started to take it's toll on the two siblings, Sikes losing himself to the monster like experiments that have been done to him, his sister's mind starting to concentrate on nothing but vengeance. It was at this point that his sister worked up a plan of escape and took it into action. Figuring out the way the seals that were placed on them to keep them from using magic, she broken them on her and Sikes, and they began on a rampage through the facility. Sikes has no clear memory of what he did, since the moment he was freed he simple lost himself to the "beast within" and blacked out. The next thing he remembered was him laying down at the top of a cliff, his sister standing next to him as she looked down at the entire town that the abandoned building was at, reduced to rubble. Their hands covered with blood stains of the hundreds that they killed at that day.
Years went on as the two siblings survived alone once again for 5 more years, people believing them to be beasts when they attack caravans for supplies because they would do it in their full monster appearance. This reputation earned them names on the hunted list, him as Black Demon, and his sister as Blood Demon. But when one day a caravan was guarded by a guild, Sikes noticed something he never saw before. As he was attacking one of them, he saw another guild member step in defending his comrade. Having never seen anyone stand up for another like that, it stopped him in his tracks in surprise. But the moment ended when his sister killed them both without hesitation. It was then that his eyes were opened to the shroud of hate that he was having, blinding him from that fact that no everyone was like those that ruined their lives. It was clear to see that after that task, he and his sister had a bit of differences now. He wanted to find more like that, to see if there really are people out there that are kind to others. But to his surprise, his sister let him go, saying that they will walk their separate paths. He was about to happily reply a farewell, until she finished off with a warning. "You go have your fun, see for yourself the evil others have. But remember "Black Demon", your a monster to everyone's eyes. It's impossible for you to find people that will respect you. The sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll come back to me." With an almost sadistic giggle, she left leaving him with a fear of other's finding out what he was. So then on, he did his best to hide him as the "Black Demon", and to continue living as Sikes Keller. Seeking out a guild that he can start a new life and to find out if what his sister said about people is true or false.

So begins...

Sikes Keller's Story

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Character Portrait: Sikes Keller Character Portrait: Sheena Keller
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As a train moves along the tracks, heading for Oshibana Station, a young man with black hair and red eyes sat at the window seat. He wore a simple pair of black pants and shirt with a tan colored long coat that seemed to stand out from his plain clothing underneath. Placing his head against he hand as he watched outside his window, his mind drifted off into events that happened only a few days ago.
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{flashback}
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On a dirt road a few miles from a small town, a wagon was halted on it's route to deliver goods to another town for profit. The small town depended on those goods to sustain their lives and it carried food, clothes, and several other simple things that they made and sold. At first the attacks on their wagons were very little and simple, but the times kept on increasing as it has now been happening at least once every month, having the people in fear now when heading out. Cause of this, they sent a mission to a local small guild to protect their cargo this time, hoping the mages can fend off the beasts that have been attacking them.

Now, the wagon had it's wheels broken, the animals that was pulling it were released with a clean cut through the restraints, the creatures now long gone in fear. Lastly, the mages that were assigned to defend the cargo, one of their bodies laid beside the wagon, his blood flowing out of him as the marks of something penetrating through his chest are seen.

Close by, the sound of the two remaining mages are heard, "Noooo!". A badly injured guild mage suddenly uses what is left of his strength to stand up and defend his comrade that was the line of sight of one of the monsters. The creature stops, almost surprised at such an action, but the other creature simple releases a red piercing magic attack that takes both of the mages at once. The first creature just looks at the two fallen mages, muttering, "He..defended...him?..."

Later at night, two siblings sit around a fire. Having gone through the goods they took, they begin to eat something for the night. The black haired and red eyed young man just sits there, looking down at some meat in front of him.

"Not eating meat? Seems like somethings on your mind, Sikes" A almost kind female voice spoke as the young man, Sikes, looks up to look at his sister. She wore a stylish black coat that she got from the things they took, matching black pants, and a white tank top. Her orange hair resting on her back as she looked at her from the other side of the fire. There was no reply, since he didn't know what to say to her. He told her what was on his mind already just after their raid, the sight of the mage defending the other being an act he never saw before. Sikes spoke, almost nervous, "Sheena....I...." But he couldn't find the words.

Letting out a sigh, Sheena set her food down as faced him. "Fine then, you can go and see for yourself." She says as Sikes looked up in surprise at hearing her saying that she would allow him. As he was about to smile, she continued her little speech, "Go ahead, get rid of this doubt you've got in your head for now. You'll be able to see first hand why we can't live with any of those "humans" anymore. I'll be waiting here for the time that you finally realize and come on back to me. Maybe then you'll be back to your normal "monster" self." She let out an almost sinister giggle once she finished, leaving her words stuck in his head ever since.
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{flashback ending}
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Those words of his sister still remained stuck in his head. Her ideal that, because they were no longer human and everything that was done to them, that humans should be considered nothing to them now. He remembered how he shared that same mind set, until the time he saw a human protect another with the cost of his life. At that moment, he saw a kindness of a human that he never saw for a long time. Letting out a sigh as he continued to look out the window, he mutters to himself, "Can a monster living among humans?"

"Excuse me, sir. We're coming up to station now." A worker on the train said as Sikes snaps out of his daze. "Oh...ok.." He says in reply as he peers against the glass to look ahead. Up ahead stood the Oshibana Station closing in. At the sight of it, Sikes looks in wonder, "That's...a station?! Looks more like a tower!" He had started his trip from a small train station and had never seen such a structure before. Almost like a little kid, he leaped out of his seat as they got closer, running to the train cart's door as he looked through the glass as the station slide in front of them.

The second the doors opened, he jumped out, looking upward at the tall structure of the station with his mouth gaping. "Wow...it's big..." He mutters to himself as he slowly began to walk backwards as he looked up.

Everyone leaving the stop had gotten off as the train prepared to move. Sikes was right up to the door just as it was closed behind him, giving him a startle as he spun around in surprise. Frantically looking around, he realized what it was and gave the door a slight growl, "Stupid machine things."

Once out of the station, he struggled for a good hour in trying to ask for directions. It wasn't an easy task when you were new to such a place and had little to no social skills. A number of times he blurted the wrong things out, getting the person to either yell or chase him. After having finally found the location of the guild, he began to walk toward it, "Man...these humans seem to have problems...hope that guild isn't the same.", he thought to himself as he looked ahead, spotting the guild building. "Finally!" He yells out, starting to dart ahead, zipping by people as he let his arms hang back while he ran.

Screeching his feet to a stop as he arrived at the door, he straightened up and took a deep breath. "Ok..here goes nothing..." He mutters to himself as he reaches his hand for the door.

"GO OUT THERE AND EARN THE GUILD SOME MONEY!"

A loud voice rang into his heightened ears as he placed his hands up to cover them. A few seconds of ear ringing later, he shook his head as he looks once again at the door. "Ok...I'm not even inside yet and it already sounds like it's just like the people in town." Standing up straight once again, he cleared his throat as he finally reaches for the door and opens it.

At first just opening it enough to peer in, wondering how it even looked inside. To his surprise, it looked more like a party then the image of a guild that he had. He was originally expecting a place full of tough guys all drinking beer and brawling. Opening the door more, he took a step in, looking around the large room as his eyes wandered around wide, like a little kid that had just found a treasure. "Wow..this place is-" He cut himself off suddenly as his gaze slipped by the food table as he caught sight of something.

Looking back, he could easily tell what it was that he was seeing. He recognized that texture and smell anywhere as his mouth began to water. Having not eaten for a number of days now, his "instinct" took over as he suddenly yelled loudly in the room.

"MEAT!!" He almost roared as the young man suddenly darts in a lunging manner through the crowd of people in the guild, landing on the food table as hungrily began to go through all the meat on the table. Meats he recognized, and that of creatures he never tasted before. Forgetting where he was he just chowed down like a hungry animal for about a minute. Once a bit of food landed in his stomach, reality snapped back into his mind.

Slowly and carefully, he looked behind him, noticing the many eyes that he got the attention of right now, with a large slab of meat still in one hand while the another was in his mouth. He stood there like a deer in headlights as he then slowly chewed the piece of meat in his mouth, swallowing it to talk.

"Um....I'm here...to join?" He says nervously. TO him this was the worst situation possible. Not only was he bad at talking, but now he had a bad feeling he made the worst first impression possible.

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Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Sikes Keller Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Browen Northwind Character Portrait: Cedar Character Portrait: Amaya Tanaka
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Issabella Esther Carrington (Izzy)

(Amaranth Lounge)


Izzy finished off the last of her truffles, making a mental note to have some more to eat before all the food was devoured by her royal spoiledness. When she looked up she noticed Sidney had made his way over to Yuliana, and the two were conversing. She had always thought the two to be alike in a lot of ways, however if ever put in some kind of dangerous scenario together, the two would certainly meet their demise. She watched them for a moment and noticed Yuliana was able to get Sidney to eat, she was perhaps the only one thus far that had been able to do so. Somewhere inside, she envied her. Izzy's thoughts were interrupted however, by the headmaster whom started talking about the funds of the guild. He now had her undivided attention, as she considered guild funds extremely important as they took care of all the members of the guild - to an extent. She had always worked really hard to get money for the guild, most of the money she earned she donated directly to the guild, as she didn't really think she needed it for anything. She had lived with much less for most of her life, there was no reason she needed to spoil herself with unnecessary things. She did however, surprise Freya with a gift or two every now and again after big missions. When the headmaster said they were broke, she was in disbelief. It was true they had many more members to take care of, and this feast would have cost a lot in itself, but where did the rest of the money go? What had her money been used for? And now the headmaster wanted them to all go out and earn money. A wave of guilt washed over her as she had taken no money back from her month long mission, she didn't need or want any, but apparently the guild did.

Amaya then started speaking to her about their next mission. The fact they hadn't picked anything yet didn't surprise her, but she was happy to hear that Amaya wanted them to collectively pick one. She doubted that that's what would happen though. Her comment of real money and real action made her think of herself, or not so much the real money part. Money was never something, that was important to her, at least, not until now. As an S rank wizard she felt obligated to bring in a good chunk of the money, and she should do so now. The fact she didn't have anyone she had to split money with would work to her advantage yet again. Browen then approached them with the matter of his missing hat and guitar, while Amaya was clearly irritated by something she must have thought trivial, Izzy thought it was something precious to him and gave Amaya a nod as she left looking down at the plate of truffles which had been plopped into her lap. It was typical of Amaya, but she didn't think much of it, she gently placed the plate in front of the new member and smiled at her. "All for you then." she said.

"Meat!" Izzy turned to the direction of the loud booming voice which seemed to echo through the whole guild. Her eyes met an unknown male, who seemed entranced by the food in front of him. He proceeded towards a table of food and stuffed his face with it like he hadn't eaten in centuries. She was slightly curious about the individual, and continued to watch him until he stopped and looked around, as if he just processed what he did. "Um....I'm here...to join?" She smiled, slightly. It almost wasn't noticeable, but it was there for a second. Or maybe it wasn't. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked him using telepathy. She then stood up and casually walked up to the boy, who seemed nervous or perhaps embarrassed. There was also a look of horror in his eyes the second he saw the others. "Don't worry, this food was for all the members, and if you intend to join, that you had every right to it as we do." this time she spoke directly. Her voice was soft and sweet but it lacked enough emotion to distinguish her mood - as usual. Immediately, she noticed his eyes, they were red. Not just red, but a beautiful, dark shade of red. Her head tilted slightly and she looked at him with curious eyes. "The headmaster is just there if you would like to speak to him about joining." she motioned towards the stage. She wasn't sure if now was the best time, but then, waiting probably wouldn't be good either. "Try to relax, alright?" she added telepathically. She paused for a moment and looked him over again. "You have beautiful eyes."

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Izzy started to turn towards what she knew to be Freya's voice, but she didn't get the chance. The next thing she felt, was herself hitting the floor. Her head hit a nearby chair, but the furniture had spared the rest of her. "What?" she asked, sitting up looking at Freya who was rambling on top of her. She then got up and spazzing at Browen. Zombies and vampires and miniature people. Things were going to eat her. Izzy stood up and pushed Freya out of the way, knocking her forwards into Browen. She looked towards the direction in which Freya came, to find a pale blond haired individual standing in front of her. Accompanied by what fictional stories might have called a fairy or pixie. "Is this your zombie, your vampire, and whatever nonsense you were spewing?" She sighed. "He's not the undead, but by the looks of it, he might be joining them soon." He was covered in dust, and looked a little frail, appeared either tired or starving. "Where did you find him? And calm down, he's not any of those things Freya." The telepathy again. "What is your name? Any why are you here? Why is it Freya thinks you wanted to eat her? If you threatened her in any way -" No, this wasn't right. Something was really wrong with this person. Like they hadn't seen the light of day in quite a very long time. She thought this person was going to eat her...then perhaps... Izzy walked towards a nearby table with what was left of the meat from the meat boys minute long feast. She quickly made a plate while keeping her eye on the individual, then walked towards him with it. "This is for you, but first you answer my questions. Don't try anything funny, this is your warning - now explain yourself." She bit her bottom lip and considered something. "Are you alright? You don't look so well." She then directed her attention at the little individual that accompanied him. "Hello, My name is Issabella, who might you be?."

"Freya, what happened exactly, calm down a moment and be rational will you please?" Even thought she was sure Freya was fine, she was precious to her and felt an explanation was needed. "Freya, did you know the guild was broke? The headmaster just announced it, and asked as to go earn the guild some money." she continued telepathically. After this was all sorted, Izzy needed to go on a mission - a big one.

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Character Portrait: Sikes Keller Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Cedar Character Portrait: Gawain Harlen Character Portrait: H'Mong Loor Halibatore
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#, as written by Eyliel
Yuliana Lumina
(Amaranth)


Yuliana ate her food slowly while watching Sidney. She was glad that he ate a bit more. She was even gladder because of the way he ate it. Unlike most people, Sidney actually appreciated the way she arranged the food on the plate, the colors that made the meal pleasing to the eye as well, not only the tongue and nose. The fact that there was at least one such person made it all worth it.
Her attention turned away from her food and her company when the Guild Master acted the way she had anticipated he would act when he received the information. He had become serious. The speech he had intended to give had probably been something frivolous. Likely about 'all the lovely ladies of Amaranth', or something. Well, it wasn't impossible that he would have been serious even without the topic of money. Yuliana spent much more time in the Guild Hall than most others, and thus she naturally spent a lot of time in the Guild Master's company as well. She couldn't help but grasp a bit of the old man's personality after a certain amount of interaction with him. He had a serious side to him as well, even though most women usually only saw the most obvious thing -his perversity.

Then again, there were exceptions who didn't seem to notice that side to him at all -one of them approaching the Guild Master soon after he had finished his speech. Freya seemed down when she spoke to Gawain -she had probably overestimated just how much of an impact her eating habits had had on the Guild's treasury. Granted, it wasn't small. The black hole within Freya's stomach swallowed an incredible amount of Jewels every time she came to the Guild, particularly during events like this feast. But she was not exactly the only big eater in the Guild. Or the only big drinker, for that matter. And the Guild did make a fair amount of money. Though Amaranth only took ten percent of the pay for the missions its members did, there were some members who did some very lucrative missions, and many members also donated more than just that ten percent to the Guild.
However, the Guild always went overboard with its festivities. Every time, the people arranging them seemed to be dead set on using up all the money that had been gathered after the last event, and this time, not only had they reached that 'goal', they had gone over it into actual debt. They hadn't settled for simple sweets to use as sacrifices to the Bottomless Pit, and had instead used expensive ingredients. They hadn't bought meat of just fine quality, but meat of the best quality available this time of the year. And instead of the usual beer, they had found rare beverages that would've brought kings to their knees from delight.
In other words, whenever there was a more expensive option available, they would choose it. And when there wasn't, they would create one. It was utterly ridiculous to spend to much on one feast.

But then again, Yuliana didn't mind in the least.
These were festivities, after all.

She was smiling from this thought when Sidney's words brought her attention back to her company. "Missions... Has your team picked anything out yet?"
Yuliana shook her head to this. "No, nothing at the moment. I've been busy with the preparations for this feast, and when we were finally done... They're both nowhere to be seen." She looked around, searching for her teammates' faces in the crowd. "I'm sure I saw both of them earlier, but now they've both gone off somewhere. Our group never seems to actually get a chance to talk with each other."
They were really a bit of an odd team. Sarah never seemed to be there when Yuliana had something to talk to her about, and Yuliana herself was completely unfit for going out on most missions, instead opting to stay and do the Guild's chores. She occasionally wondered if Gren felt held down by his two teammates.

She was about to ask Sidney's team's situation, when she suddenly heard a yell coming from the Guild's entrance. "MEAT!!" A bit startled by the sudden sound, her head reflexively turned so that she could locate the source of the disruption. But no sooner had her gaze landed on the figure standing near the doorway than that figure suddenly moved. Her eyes were a bit slow in following it as it dashed past her and leaped onto a part of the tables that still actually had some food left on it. Only after the creature had begun to devour what was in front of it could Yuliana get a good look at it.
It was a young man -probably Yuliana's age, but she had a habit of thinking of people as 'young' even if they were a couple years older than her. Though there was a fair bit of distance between them, Yuliana could still easily distinguish details on his features, thanks to her good eyesight. As the young man turned his head, looking behind himself, she also noticed his eyes -they were of a nice red, V230-S499-Y449-W220-L039-B723-7.
The newcomer's entrance had quieted the hall down for a moment, and thus Yuliana could hear his nervous words from even where she was sitting. "Um....I'm here...to join?"
Upon hearing these words, Yuliana quickly finished what was left of her meal and turned to Sidney. "Sorry, Sidney, but I have to go. Guild work, thanks to the habits of our Master." She smiled a bit apologetically as she said this. "I hope you'll find a mission you'll like." After that, she rose up, heading out of the main area of the Guild. She went through a door on the side of the hall, entering a small corridor, and went through it into a small office -Gawain's office, officially speaking. Yuliana was a more common visitor, however. Not only did she come here regularly to clean it, but she also had to do what she was doing right now quite often.
Going straight to desk, she pulled out a certain drawer. From within, she pulled out the forms she needed. They would be the official records of the would-be Guild member. Since the newcomer was male, the Guild Master would probably not show much interest in him. After confirming that yes, he could use magic, he'd push the formalities onto someone else. Yuliana took initiative, as she had many times before, bringing the forms herself before anyone else got set into the task.

Forms in hand, Yuliana headed back for the main hall, and arrived just in time to hear Freya announce to the world that she was a cupcake. This sudden news caused a bit of confusion in Yuliana's mind.
Freya had always seemed more like a madeleine than a cupcake to her. But that was just her opinion.
Putting that aside, she also noticed two other new people in the hall, both at different entrances. One was standing near the door leading to the old basement -the Guild Master had renovated most of the place before the Guild had been established, but the basement had been left as-is. It was a person who seemed to be covered in dust. Yuliana did not recognize him. And the other person was H'Mong, standing near the entrance to the building itself. So he had finally arrived. Most of the food was already gone, though, so he was more than a bit late.

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As Sikes felt the sensation of sweat falling along his face from the worry he had, he suddenly sensed the voice of someone talking in his head.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Sikes shakes his head in hearing that voice as he looks around, then up to the roof, seeing if there was any"thing" around that did it. It wasn't until a female member of the guild walked up to him, around his age, and spoke in the very same voice that he heard in his head. "Don't worry, this food was for all the members, and if you intend to join, that you had every right to it as we do." On hearing that, his attitude changed as he gladly took the last remaining piece of meat from the table as and gobbled it down with ease. Letting out a satisfying sigh, the girl spoke to him once again. "The headmaster is just there if you would like to speak to him about joining." Following to where she pointed out, he nods and gives a grin. "Thanks a lot, brain talking girl." He suddenly calls her as he headed to the "master" she pointed out only to hear her speak into his head again. "Try to relax, alright?" "You have beautiful eyes." The bit about his eyes he didn't get as he lifted an eyebrow in confusion at that remark, muttering to himself. "Eyes?...what does that mean?"

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" That yell suddenly distracted him as he suddenly returned into a state of fear. "Shit! Am I already found out?!" He thought to himself as he turns to see the girl that suddenly yelled those words. Thankfully, to him, she wasn't talking about him but to some other guy that walked into the room. He slowly walked toward the commotion out of curiosity, when a small "bug" suddenly appeared with the one labeled as a "demon". Like a curious little puppy, he suddenly moved up to the small fairy, eyeing her down and giving a sniff. After his "analyses" he asked, "Are you some kind of bug?", to the fairy.

TO make things suddenly become even more confusing, the girl calling the guy a monster suddenly hugs him in a completely different personality. Taking a step back, he looks utterly confused at the scene as he gives once again a raising eyebrow in confusion. "Banana?..Potato?..You mean he's not made of meat like a normal human?"

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Gawain Harlen
(Amaranth)


Soon after he had finished his speech, Gawain saw the person a part of the speech was directed to coming towards him. He felt his mood fall a bit -he had intended her to come later, in private. He should've worded it a bit more carefully. Before the Guild Master could address Freya herself, the young woman suddenly apologized and handed him a heavy pouch full of money. He didn't know the exaxt value of the notes inside, but the sheer weight of the bag made it obvious that it was quite a large amount. Freya seemed to have misunderstood. She did not owe anything. All the food had been made using the Guild's money, and even if she hadn't eaten all those sweets, they would have still been there, the money spent. The food was free -at least for any members of Amaranth. If an outsider came, they would have to pay for whatever they ate, of course. Gawain was about to explain this to Freya and give the Jewels back, but the S Rank mage went on, explaining how she'd go on a mission to get even more money. And then she was gone, never giving the Guild Master any chance to respond.
Gawain stood there, pouch of Jewels in hand, staring after her as she left. After she had disappeared from sight, Gawain shook his head, sighing. There had been no need for her to give him this pouch of money. The Guild's share was always taken when a mission was completed. And Gawain could have paid for the everyday expenses himself until a couple missions had been completed. He was filthy rich, after all. He could have financed this entire feast without it having much effect on his savings. Of course, he would have taken back what the Guild owed him afterwards. While he was the Guild Master, he was not the Guild itself. His savings where a separate thing.
Deciding that he'd just consider this an advance payment for the Guild's share of the jobs Freya did, he walked over to where he'd left his bag. He put the pouch of money in, checking that everything that was supposed to be in the bag was still in the bag while he was at it. Official documents from the council, check. Own money pouch, check. Paper, envelopes and writing tools, check. Knife, check. Flint, check. Towel, check. Bundle of rope, check. Water flask, check. Picture of little Ravenna, check. Everything was in order. He closed the bag tightly and headed back to where he'd been near the stage.

It was then that someone decided to join their party. Yelling 'meat', a boy Gawain did not know -he may forget names, but he at least remembered the faces of the members of his Guild, no matter what their gender was- leaped onto a table and began to eat the finely made meat on them. Keeping an eye on what the boy ate, Gawain began calculating the cost of each slice. The food may be free for members of the Guild, but not for outsiders.
The arithmetics he was going through stopped when he heard the boy's words. "Um....I'm here...to join?" That changed things. If he was to become a member, the food would be free to him as well. Then he continued the calculations. Even if the boy said he wanted to join, that did not necessarily mean that he actually could. Anyone could just crash a party on the excuse of joining. He'd have to show that he's capable of some kind of magic before he's let in.
Gawain considered walking up to the boy and going talking to him about his intentions to join Amaranth. However, Issabella got to him first. Before Gawain had even moved, 'surprisingly'. It wasn't like he had intentionally thought about things slowly so that someone would save him the trouble of going to talk to the newcomer. Maybe she could even have Issabella take care of the entire thing. She should know the drill, having gone through it herself.
But alas, the S Rank mage made a motion towards the respectable Guild Master. It would seem like she directed the newcomer to him. More work for Gawain. Did she have no shame? Shoving all the work onto a poor old man, who was already shocked from seeing all his rainy day money going away to indulge his selfish subordinates?

Soon after he had accepted the fact that he would have to work again, there was another small event. Freya had come back up from the basement where she had disappeared to, and was yelling something about demons.
Gawain instantly turned to look in the direction of Freya's voice, ready to do something about the situation in case it was something serious -although he wasn't exactly surprised when he saw what it was really about. A figure coated in dust was standing in the doorway that lead into the basement. While it was certainly odd that someone who didn't belong to the Guild had been in the basement, looking like that, it was certainly no demon.
The blonde man couldn't have sneaked in -he'd made sure that he would know if a non-Guild member entered the main building. Meaning that he'd already been in before they'd settled in. Strange. He had checked the basement when he had chosen this building as Amaranth's main building back before the Guild had been formally established. There hadn't been anyone there back then. Of course, there was the possiblity that he'd simply been in a hard-to-spot place. The Guild Master hadn't exactly been thorough in his inspections. But then there was still one problem. The Guild had been active for quite some time already. How had the 'demon' survived down there for that long. Curious.
Then something even more curious happened. Issabella had left the would-be-member and gone to speak to the demon-from-the-basement. And soon afterwards, a tiny creature appeared. This instantly made Gawain focus his attention.
A small, flying creature. The first thing that popped into Gawain's mind was the word 'fairy'.
"I wonder if it has a tail", Gawain said out loud.

H'Mong, one of the few men in the Guild whose name Gawain actually remembered -since Freya quite often complained to him about H'Mong, it was hard not to remember it- had finally arrived to the feast at some point. The Guild Master noticed this for the same reason that he remembered the A Rank mage's name: Freya. When Freya turned his attention to something, the attention of the people around her naturally turned to the same thing. And for that reason, Gawain's attention did not stay on H'Mong for long, either, as the bubbly girl turned her attention back to the Basement-Demon.
And then the S Rank mage began to acted in a way that was eccentric even for her.
Apparently, the Basement-Demon would henceforth be known as Potato.
Well that was as good a name as any. Easy to remember, too. Potato it was, then.

The respectable Guild Master turned his face up to the skies -or, well, the ceiling- and moaned: "What have I gotten myself into?" He was absolutely certain that other guild masters didn't have to deal with things like this on a daily basis.

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After the commotion of some guy that was asleep and his "little bug" friend, Sikes finally managed to get accepted into the guild. The moment he had the mark placed onto his left shoulder and neck, he gave a cheeky grin at being able to join after his eating frenzy. After that, he didn't remember much, to fixed on his new guild mark to really pay attention, but he remembered some talk of a town that was being held by bad people, or something like that. As one by one, the members left the bar, it ended up with Sikes laying across one of the tables in the large empty room. Pondering in his thoughts as he placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"So far it doesn't seem so bad. Could Sis really have been wrong all this time?" He lifts one of his arms, looking at it as he remembered what he did to show his magic to the Master. He only showed his "Shadow Molding" turning his arm into the usual demonic clawed arm. He felt a bit bad, hiding the rest of his ability from them all. But he still feared what they might do if they were to learn that he wasn't "normal". "I didn't lie..I..just didn't show them everything." He says to himself in the empty room, reasoning with himself to try and put be at ease. He then looked past his arm, up at the ceiling, as he caught sight of the beams that support the ceiling. "Well, I guess I better get rest. Got a job tomorrow and all." He mutters to himself as he then gets onto his feet and lunges at one of the pillars that held up the ceiling. Leaping between two of them, he managed to reach for the support beam and climb on top of it.

Looking at the plain wooden "bed" of his, he places his hand against his chin, thinking on what he could do to improve it. Snapping his fingers at an idea, he removes his coat, setting it down behind him, and then lifts his shirt off, folding it and rolling it to make himself a sort of pillow. Once his shirt was off, the many scars all over his body could be seen. Marks from stabbing, cutting, dissecting, everything that was done to his body all those years ago. Laying down to rest his head on the shirt pillow, he reaches for his coat and pulls it over him as a bed sheet. Silently laying there for a bit, the sound of light snoring then filled the empty hall.
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The next morning, as everyone slowly started to enter the room, way up in the ceiling, Sikes was still snoozing away above everyone without them noticing. He was a heavy sleeper, so even as the noises began to increase little by little, he still remained soundly asleep far above But then, a loud "song" suddenly jolted him from his sleep.

"TAKING OFF MY PANTIES!"

As the girl, Freya, barged in singing that strange song, Sikes was rudely woken up as he jolted on his "bed" up above. But then, he didn't feel his bed underneath him as he just kept a "WTF" expression on his face as he plummeted down from the ceiling, right onto a table next to where Izzy and Freya were at. The crashing sound echoed the room, as his coat slowly floated down after him, landing right onto Sikes's head as he laid there, head first into the now broken table.

"...ouch..." That was all he muttered as he stood up slowly from the pieces of the table gripping his coat to pull it off his head as he picked up the rolled up shirt pillow of his. That fall caught the attention of a number of people, of course, as he just looked around, eyes still trying to process what had happened, before he begins to unroll his shirt. As he did so, the many scars on his body could be seen by the Izzy and Freya before he finally placed his shirt on and then his coat. "I really hope I don't have to wake up like that again." He mutters, finally starting to get fully awake, looking at the girls and lifting his hand in a wave as he yawned out a, "Morning" to them.

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Sidney Allen
(Amaranth)


The world of dreams was an oddly serene place, considering the places it contained. The air around him was thick, it made his movements feel sluggish at times, other nights he felt like he was floating. It was a place where his body felt hallow, his skin nothing but paper, blank and colorless. Pictures around him moved like silent films, no mattered where he visited his dreams were always the same in that single respect - there was never any noise. Even when there were scenes of people yelling, slamming doors, crying, there was not a single break in the pattern. There was no background music, or black screens that held the dialogue in white text, only moving pictures with him standing on the outside.

Lately Sidney's dreams have been a lot happier than that, not performing such despicable events. His unconscious mind was replying memories over and over again, he had never once had a dream that was false, or fake. It scared him, sometimes he wasn't sure which side of the mirror was his reality. Was he the person who stood amongst the members of Amaranth? Or was he the faceless entity who watched from a third person view? His hand reached out, begging to come in contact with the image before him, but it only met with an invisible wall. It rippled underneath his touch, like fragile, penetrable water. Yet no matter how much pressure he put on the wall his body could not break though. He was took weak, unable to dive into the depths. Or was he trying to resurface?

The realm faded into darkness, the curtains drew over the final act and his eyes fluttered open. Numbers on the digital clock read as three in the morning, twenty one minutes past, fifteen..sixteen..seventeen seconds. Sidney brought the covers over his head, he continues to count. Three in the morning, thirty minutes past, twenty one seconds. Three in the morning, fifty six minutes past, one, two, three. Four in the morning, six minutes past, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen seconds. He sat up from the bed, eyes traveling over the darkness of the dorm room, and his feet met the floor. He was good at seeing in the dark, or so he thought. It wasn't very scary to him, sometimes he even enjoyed it - the world around him being obstructed and simple.

Sleeping was a bother, he would avoid it for now. Besides, he didn't feel tired at the moment, not any longer. He found himself hidden and tucked away in Amaranth's attic instead, it was a peaceful place. There was dust, cobwebs and spiders, be he didn't mind any of those things. There was a single window, allowing the light from the moon and stars to pour in, though the boy held a lantern in his hand that filled the space not touched by the luminescent light. He had carried a large quilt with him, another souvenir from his time with Judith. Squares the displayed images of nature, sewn together to navy material wrapped around his body as he huddled against the wall. His fingers and hands moved, knitting together a striped item, the task being so much easier with the help of his magic.

Two hours, eleven minutes, thirty six seconds later he fell asleep. One hour, two minutes, thirty seven seconds after that he woke up. Willing the drowsy feeling that had come over him to vanish, he forced himself to gather his things and descend back to his dorm room to get ready for the day ahead of him. A feeling of nervousness had settled in his bones, this mission being difficult and dangerous was an understatement and he wasn't sure if he was quite ready for something like this. But he was expected to improve, move forward and gain experience. Besides, who was he to refuse to at least try and help those people? Izzy and others much stronger than him were going to be with him, he didn't think they would bother with him if he would only get in the way - perhaps he really could help somehow. Zipping up his tattered backpack he tried to convince himself that they would be alright.

Sidney attempted to follow the rest of the morning like usual. He took a shower, dressed in a maroon and gold striped sweater, which was pulled over an off-white button down. His trousers were black, not tight against his frame but not loose either. His shoes were tattered, tied up sloppily, and there was a gray zippy jacket thrown over it all. Lastly he was wearing a solid brown scarf, worn both to keep him warm and hide the scars on his neck from the times doctors would poke holes in it to force him to eat, or to keep him alive. Regardless, Judith would have told him to dress for the weather, so that's just what he did. Even after getting cleaned up stains of color still marked his skin. There was a smudge of lilac across his right cheek and a line of green going across his left wrist, not to mention the numbers of colored stains on his clothes. He had no excuse, it was simply too tempting to play with his chalk while packing up, leaving his duvet with several fresh stains as well.

By the time the young boy had arrived at the main hall there was already a commotion. First there was the panty song, which he had heard while walking down the steps. It was an interesting tune, though he didn't quite understand it. Why did Freya want people to take off her panties? Was there something wrong with her fingers? He frowned, he sure hoped that wasn't the case, if that was so poor H'mong would have to fulfill their mission all by himself. How lonely. A crash interrupted his pondering thoughts, and when he walked into the room he spotted three people of interest. First there was Freya, the songstress. Then there was Izzy, who looked troubled. Lastly there was the new guy, who was actually not named 'New Guy' and was 'Sikes' instead, who seemed rather disheveled.

"Good morning." He greeted, now making his presence known around the small group. Despite doing the smart thing and saving his magic power, he decided that some of the members were in great need of cheering up. Using a little bit of hocus pocus, Sidney controlled two small stuffed animals to crawl out of his backpack, which was used to carry items he often used during jobs. Plush toys, yarn, and similar objects could prove to be quite useful regardless of what other people assumed. A small material made tiger and bear climbed out, their colors far from what nature may have intended, and previously they were without faces. Though, when his magic was used on them expressions were bestowed upon them; wide smiles and round eyes moved as if they had a mind of their own.

As the objects made their way onto his shoulder he grabbed them, placing the pink and aqua tiger on Sikes head, and having to stand on his toes to reach he placed the purple and yellow bear on top of Izzy. "Cheer up." Sidney smiled as the animals clung to the mages, but it soon faltered. They didn't quiet seem happy enough, and there was only one answer for that! More animals! So one by one the boy began taking enchanted plush toys of obnoxious color combinations and placing them on his two comrades. He didn't stop until there was ten on Sikes, thirteen on Issabella, and three on Freya, since he figured she deserved a little more cheer even if she acted to already have plenty of it. "There." He sounded proud of himself, watching as the toys clung and moved around their posts. "It's a good look."


Murmur Burns
(Crimson Blade)


Murmur's morning routine was flexible, but it rarely deviated from it's norm. The man got up at five, did a basic morning working, cleaned himself up, and prepared morning tea and a decent breakfast. Afterwards he would use his archive magic, the night before he had stored everything new he had discovered, and the morning after he reviewed the recent entries. Then he would contact some of those that worked for him, a type of employee. They were on a payroll in exchange for information and jobs that he needed them to fulfill, the only unbalanced aspect was that they could never quit. However, being fired was still a possibility, though he wouldn't pay for funeral costs.

His closet was made of outfits that were mostly similar, looser-fitting, robe-like clothing made out of smooth, thick material that was hard to penetrate with just an ordinary weapon. A type of cloth armor, if you will. Today's colors of choice was black, with hints of gray and white. Not very colorful, but his pallet was never anything striking or flamboyant. Like usual he arrived at the guild at seven in the morning, to which he noticed that Ravenna was not yet present. He should have figured as much, even a devil of a woman like her needed rest to recover, and he couldn't really argue against a morning that held a more relaxed atmosphere.

It wasn't long for her to grace them with her presence, their mistress arrived and began a morning workout of sorts. It started with a flash, in the shrewdness of definitions. Murmur was sure some people may call her choices in lingerie 'sexy', but to the blue haired man it was more amusing than anything. He drank another cup of tea as he watched the match between her and Kiev, by now making the beverage and drinking it was more of a task to occupy himself more than anything. The taste of green tea was a lovely one though, it would be impossible for him to not enjoy it.

'Come,' They were back to this point, being treated like dogs. Murmur would like to speak against it, but smartly chose not to. He wouldn't continue to push the envelope - not with what happened yesterday. Ravenna might even skin him alive, and that would be most unpleasant. So like the loyal dog she wanted him to be he did as he was told, stood and walked over to their Queen. Acting obedient and playing fetch could be irritating, but at least she didn't wish for them to roll over and play dead for her as well.

"There is a mission in a village by the name of Umi. Seven Virtues will be there," Oh, was that what this was about? Was she still ever so sore after her match with Chasity? It was just like her to go running after them without collecting any real information like this. If she was looking for a rematch she may not get it, there was no surefire way to know if their scantily dressed enemy would be there. Though, it was possible that after her loss she wished to destroy all of Seven Virtues. That too was all too much like her.

Of course, obtaining the legendary stone could be part of her motivation. It was enough for Murmur though. He had heard the legends, and perhaps he didn't previously thirst for power over the sky, but he felt desire for it now. It would aid him in his goals undoubtedly, every little thing helped. "I do not wish for Melinoe to come but if she must, you will guard her with your life," He was really grateful for his near perfect poker face, Ravenna's fondness for the female dragon slayer was almost touching, albeit a bit foolish. The girl wouldn't get any stronger if their mistress insisted in sheltering her so often, it was probably a factor in the reason why her brother had achieved the A rank before her.

Well, he would rather all of his team be with him during the mission, but if they had something else planned then he may let them do as they pleased - so long as it was important and would be beneficial. They would know that, he had already stated how he felt about such a thing long ago. Seven Virtues was a strong guild though, and they should bring with them a versatile team if they wanted to defeat them. "Foo." His eyebrows twitched upwards, curious. "Was that a joke?" Murmur hummed as if thinking it over, assessing how funny it truly was. "Not your strong point." His mouth twitched into a slight smirk and he stretched his arms above him, before letting them fall to his sides. "Your humor might as well be a rotten as your attitude." So much for playing it safe today.

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The morning had come after series of unexpected events of the last night, the fairy merged with the pale guy confirming Vark's history that fairies ate brains and controlled the bodies of their victims or at least so it seemed to Browen, the boy watched as Issabella beated the poor guy consumed by these wicked fairy until the little creature left his body then Amaya intervened and helped with the capture after that Browen seized the moment to lock her in the cage, unfortunately nobody liked his idea of ​​helping finances of the guild by selling the mythical being, Browen clearly remember how they told him so many times that the being wasn't for sale, not even the brainless body of her victim, after that the fairy and man were in the custody of a member of the guild and everything calmed down momentarily.

Browen resumed the search of his hat and guitar his guitar was exactly where he thought: leaning against a wall of the hall, the problem came with the hat that didn't appear anywhere, Amaya started to drink when the others discussed something about a mission and she signed up the team in a more than insistent way, apparently the fight and the drink made her forget the original goal of choosing the mission between all members of the team, but well it was her turn to choose a mission so Browen didn't care but even so showed some apprehension about the difficulty of the mission and the safety of Sydney, Dark Guilds don't play, that's something Browen knows too well.

His hat appeared when Amaya went to her room once decided she had drunk more than enough, Browen stayed there eating the leftover of the feast before going to prepare for the next day's mission.

Once she woke up he was in a dilemma, what instrument bring?, He could create various wind instruments but the strings were a problem and one of his few offensive magic could only use it with one of those, he eventually decided to carry a guitar, the same he lost and found at the feast the day before, then Browen left his room but returned after a few moments and started to dress without really worrying about his outfit, a blue top hat, a white shirt with black buttons and a brown sleeveless vest with black lines, plaid pants on the way to union with guitar on his back looked at her reflection and thought it really looked like a clown after shoulder encojerse kept walking.

There were many people in the differents sectors of the guild, it didn't take long locate Issabella and the others, the S-rank mage had somewhat reddish lips, as if she had been hurt or something besides didn't seem very happy, on the contrary Freya was finishing to singing and dancing a funny song near them was the new guy, the blue haired boy just remembered that there was a new person in the guild and also he would come with them to the mission, Sidney was there too for some reason everyone had plush toys, to Sidney plush toys were the answer to everything, Browen approached the group and bowed taking off his hat "Good morning", Then began to laugh before the amusing situation and he felt like a song would be appropriate for the moment, in the same way that Sidney and the toys for Browen music was the answer to everything, the boy sat in a chair and tuned the guitar once was ready he started to play and sing.

When the song ends Browen would go to wake up Amaya, considering what she drank last night most likely that she would still be asleep.

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Gawain Harlen
(Amaranth)


One should never underestimate the power of habit. Despite having gone to sleep an hour after midnight, Gawain still woke up at five in the morning without any problems. With the exception of one case where Sleep Magic had been used on him, he had woken up at five for forty years straight. No matter how late he went to sleep, he would always wake up at exactly five o'clock.
Getting up from his bed, he walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of his room. He didn't really know why he had bothered even buying the thing. Maybe because he had gotten a discount for it. He didn't need it, since he didn't really own a lot of clothes: As he opened it, he saw less pieces of clothing than he could count with his fingers. A shabby white shirt, just like the one he'd worn yesterday. A slightly less shabby black one. And a fancy blue one. One pair of shabby black trousers, almost an exact copy of the ones he'd worn yesterday. And a fancy pair of trousers. Black. That was it. Or that was what Gawain hoped would be it. In fact, he also had something that no man should ever have to wear, an absolutely horrible waste of good fabric. He glared at the ornate white robe with disdain, hoping that whoever had decided to send it to him would spend the rest of his life as a Forest Vulcan's pillow. The robe was made of very fine material and was excellently made. It had the symbol of Amaranth on the back. Gawain absolutely hated it. It practically screamed 'official'. What kind of man would wear something like that in public?
Turning his eyes away from the robe that should not exist, he took the shabby shirt and trousers, putting them on quickly, without bothering to be very careful. Though they looked the same as the clothes he'd worn earlier, they were not the same. The ones he'd worn at the party were lying in a basket of laundry, if they hadn't been washed already. At a party like that, clothes were bound to get dirtied somehow -grease from food, a stain from some drink. Or just falling down onto the floor when someone bumps into you. After throwing some clothes on, the Guild Master went over to his desk. First, he grabbed the bottle standing on it. He opened it and took a sip. Then he closed it again, grabbed his bag from where he'd left it, on the chair in front of his desk, and left the room.

The Guild Master's quarters had been built into a separate building from the main hall, although the two buildings were connected by a breezeway. No need for all those oh-so-important documents to get wet if it happened to be raining. At the moment, however, Gawain was neither carrying any official reports nor was it raining. The weather was clear. Both things were good.
Instead of heading into the main building, Gawain left from under the breezeway, heading to the open space behind the Guild. It was a training ground perfect for Mages. A wide area, surrounded by tall, strong walls that Gawain had Reinforced to be even stronger. No stray spell from training would break get out into the town from here. Of course, the members' strongest spells could probably break them, but using things like that for simple training wouldn't be very smart, just a waste of magical energy. There were also several things that could be used as aids for one's training. A target range, training weapons, and things like simple weights for muscle training.
He was rather proud of this place. Originally, this training ground hadn't been a part of the land that came with the building. He'd had to buy some land around it and demolish the houses that had been there in order to clear enough land. After that, he'd also had to build the walls that protected the town outside from all the magic used in the Guild, and then Reinforce them. It had been a lot of work, and had cost him a pretty penny, but it would be worth it in the long run.
Gawain began to do his morning training, starting with push-ups, and proceeding onto other things once he was done with that. He didn't consciously think of what he did. He had done this training for decades, and his body could do it automatically without any input from his brain. Therefore he let his mind fall into thoughts of yesterday night as he did the training.

It had been a bit (more) chaotic (than usual), with the newcomer suddenly jumping in and Potato appearing at about the same time. Potato had been the more urgent matter, what with the fairy -whose tail or lack of one had not been confirmed yet- 'merging' with him, apparently wanting to kill them all. Issabella had resolved the situation easily enough, though, while efficient, her method had been a bit lacking in refinement. Gawain could have probably cancelled the merge himself, as long as someone had restrained Potato while he'd studied him. Well, Issabella had saved him the trouble of doing that, so he was grateful to her. Most of him actually caring about Potato's well-being was because Freya seemed to do so. Well, he was also curious about the fairy, if it was one. He'd have to check the tail thing later on.
And then there was Meat. After the thing with Potato had been temporarily resolved, he had had to do his job as Guild Master, interviewing the newcomer briefly and making him show his magic. As always when someone joins, the Guild Master had used Analysis when Meat had shown what he could do in order to get a good grasp on his magical ability. Of course, there was another reason for using Analysis -it was a good way to get accurate information on a woman's proportions- but since Meat wasn't female, that one didn't apply, so he'd concentrated on the magical side. He hadn't really expected anything before, but the results had been somewhat interesting. When the boy had covered his arm with the dark substance, changing it, Gawain had sensed something. The change had seemed almost too easy -natural might have been a good word for it. It had been somewhat odd at the time, but not enough to make him really curious. It had been only later, after the actual feast had ended and he'd turned the newcomer over to Yuliana that he had realized something else that he'd sensed, but failed to actually notice. There'd been a 'pulse' of some kind running though Meat's body. Not that of blood. Something else. He had spent an hour or so thinking about it before losing interest. There were all kinds of mages in the world. It wasn't that strange to find an odd one or two every now and then. So there was no real reason to give any special attention to Meat. He wasn't even a she. So he'd given up and gone to sleep.
Of course, before he'd gone to his quarters, where he'd actually started thinking about what he'd sensed about the newcomer, there had been some more chaos. An urgent request for help had arrived to the Guild. Some ancient lacrima or something had been discovered in a mining town, after which a dark guild had proceeded to take the people of the town hostage, clearly being after the lacrima. After taking a good look at the request, the Guild Master had decided that it was worth paying attention to, and had done some thinking. He had ended up giving the job to Amaya's team and Issabella, along with Meat. It had been a gut feeling, having Meat pair up with Issabella. He rarely acted on something like that, instead preferring to think things through analytically. However, even before he'd realized the existence of the 'pulse', he had been curious about the boy. He might actually turn out to be something good for the Guild. And if he was actually useless, there would be few better companions for him than Issabella. Even if he couldn't do anything useful, she could handle the work for both of them if need be.

At some point, Gawain realized that he had finished his training. He was standing in the middle of the training grounds with his quarterstaff, Azure, in hand, having finished a rather advanced kata. The sun had risen above the horizon, so he judged that a couple hours had passed. He quickly checked the condition of his body. No sweat. No sore spots. It seemed like the training had gone well. He returned Azure back to the pocket dimension Re-Equip Mages used.
He headed over to the main hall, judging that most people would be awake by now. He soon found himself correct, hearing the boy with the guitar playing. As he arrived into the hall, he also saw the people in. Freya, Issabella and Meat were there too, and a few other people. A friendly smile appearing on his face, the respectable Guild Master was about to head over to Freya and Issabella. He still had to talk to Freya about her small misunderstanding regarding the money, and he'd wanted to spar with Issabella for a while. But then he also saw the Creepy Kid, and, worse yet, several of his even creepier dolls. He shuddered lightly as he looked at the dolls crawling over the members of his Guild.
Gawain was about to head away from the dolls, when he suddenly noticed something, his face becoming a bit more serious. One of the tables had been broken. Well, that was nothing new, but it still wasn't something he could ignore. Even if it meant having to face the demon-spawn that the Creepy Kid commanded.
Taking a moment to gather confidence, Gawain headed over to the broken table. He kneeled next to it, and activated Analysis.

ANALYZING BASIC STRUCTURE. ANALYZING BASIC COMPOSITION.

Information began to flood the Guild Master's mind, which then began to process it into a form that he could understand. In actuality, he got a lot more specific information than just 'wood' when it came to the material, but that was the word his mind compressed the information into. He gained a thorough and complete understanding of every string of organic matter in it, every little crack in the table's surface.
Soon, he had, using the information on the edges of the broken area, formed an image in his head of what the table had been like when it had been intact.
"Repair", he uttered silently, and touched the table. The wood instantly began to form on its own, molding itself into the shape it had within Gawain's mind, the exact same as it had had before someone had smashed into it.
In ten seconds or so after Gawain had knelt next to it, the table was in perfect condition again. Or, well, as perfect as it had been before this morning. The Structure Magic Insurance didn't cover damage done by fireballs dropped onto things, beer stains, or being eaten. Gawain still hadn't found out who had bitten off a lump of wood the size of his fist from the side of the table. And it had been eaten. He could still see the bite marks.
Sighing from having had to do something like that again, Gawain stood up and turned to face the members of his Guild. "Good morning, ladies. And the others."

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Amaya Tanaka
(Amaranth; 8:42)


Amaya cracked her eyes open with a groan, starring into the gloom of her dorm room with blurry eyes. She had a headache. Well, actually, she often had a headache when she woke up. If she didn't it meant she hadn't drunk anything, and if she hadn't drunk anything then it'd been a bad night. She threw off her remaining blanket, the others already clumped on the floor. She was a bit of a messy sleeper- or she at least kicked a lot- though otherwise, she looked dead, or so Amaya had heard.

The Dark mage hastily through her bed together, not bothering to straighten or flatten the sheets, so now, it was basically a ball of sheets sitting upon the mattress. Good enough.
She was about to leave when she realized she was naked save her bra and hot pants. Rolling her eyes, she padded softly across the plush black carpet of her dorm, throwing open her wardrobe to several similar, if not identical , outfits to what she was wearing yesterday. She grabbed one of the steel and leather dresses then pulled boots from the shelf of the wardrobe. After sliding them on, she pulled a pair of of black leather gloves and strapped on her katana. These were more mission appropriate clothes, she thought gleefully. Totally bad ass.

As she scooped her hair into it's usual ponytail, Amaya was excited. Once word had come in of a mission for some stone or whatever, she'd hastily volunteered her team from the bar, throwing aside her wish to pick the mission with Sidney and Browen. Oh, well, it was her turn any way, they'd live. Besides, Izzy and the new boy were coming too, so it'd be pretty exciting. She smiling happily at the prospect of action- then glanced at the clock. her smile dropped immediately and her purple eyes
blinked a few disbelieving times. She was late. Well, not late in her mind set, but everyone else would be awake by this time and ready to go since it was nearly 9:00. She groaned and quickly left her room, glad her headache wasn't too bad.

She rushed into the main room, pausing to glance around. First she noticed Potato, since he was in a corner, and corners were always the first place she looked, because they always held people who didn't want to be seen. So naturally, Amaya wold see them.
Then she spotted her team members.... well, she wasn't sure what they were doing exactly. Just that Browen was playing a song and Sidney's army of stuffed abominations were crawling all over everyone.

And then there was the new boy, what was his name, Spike? Anyway, he seemed to have ruined the table though the master was quickly fixing it up.

Amaya took the long was around the room to them pausing by Potato to assess the damage Izzy had done to him the night before. She'd watched amused from the bar while the S-Mage beat the fairy merged boy to a pulp. Surprisingly, he didn't look to bad.
Not knowing if he was a member now or just a captive of some sort, Amaya gave him a little smirk and a nod as she walked by.
"Morning Potato."

She moved over to the group of the others, noting that Freya had yet to tie her dress, not that it was anything new. She never seemed to tie her clothes on her own. She had arrived just in time to hear Gawain greet everyone.

"Good morning, ladies. And the others."


"Morning old man," Amaya greeted back. "Morning to you too girls- having some clothing trouble again Angel?"
Being in a general good mood because of the oncoming mission, Amaya plucked a stuffed animal from Freya and quickly laced up her back with practiced hands. Though the girl usually asked Izzy, everyone in the guild had had to do her clothes one time or the other.
Then she glared slightly at Browen and Sidney.
"Way to wake me up guys, I appreciate it. Oh, welcome to the guild," She added to Spike- or was it Sikes?

She created a small shadow arm by the bar to toss her a bottle of wine.
"Let's get going everyone, villages don't save themselves."

And with that she was fully ready to walk out the door

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Freya ~ Amaranth


It was an ordinary day filled with ordinary happenings.

A man fell from the freaking sky.

Freya stared at the dark haired mage collapsed upon a table - who in the Heavens was he? A friend, clearly. Friendssss, Freya thought with a goofy smile. Suddenly, 3 moving toys clung to to her body. One sat upon her blonde head, another squished its face in her chest and another curled itself right over her face - blinding her. Oh well, that was okay. They were cute!

"There," said the familiar voice of Sidney.

"Sidney!" she grinned, her voice muffled beneath the cuddly things that clung to her head. She loved Sidney dearly. She was adorable - Freya never understood why she wore boy clothes, though - and kept her hair short! Oh what horrors such things were. All women should wear only skirts and they most certainly should not have short hair. Never ever ever. Freya would dress Sidney appropriately one day. She was such a pretty girl. A lady sat beneath all those ugly clothes and splatters of paint - Freya was sure of it.

Honestly, Sidney. If you have lady parts - flaunt them.

"Good morning, ladies. And the others." Freya jumped a little at the sound of her master's voice. Gawain was the greatest man the world had ever been blessed with. He was the most honest, selfless and proper gentleman Freya had ever met. Truly, she would defend her master with her life. Before she could leap into Gawain's arms, however, hands came around Freya's back to lace up her dress. The fingers were quick, soft and slim with a different warmth from Izzy.

Reaching behind her, she groped the person who fixed her clothes' head - finding herself patting soft hair that felt... Red. It wasn't the right height for Yuliana so - "Ama!"

"Let's get going everyone, villages don't save themselves," she said. Yep, definitely Ama. She loved Ama, too! There were so many people in the world to love. Freya felt as if she would burst from it all but no, she wouldn't. The girl had about 7 billion hearts.

Tugging the toy gently from her face, Freya tucked it around her now neatly laced back and skipped over to her Teapot. It sat, awaiting her, in the exact same spot every day - 2 tables to the right, 28cm from the centre of the table - North east. The light mage sat on the exact same section of the seat she rested on everyday and poured herself a cup of tea.

The golden liquid flowed into the white cup, its rim bent slightly outwards, pleated gently together to form a pretty flower-like teacup. A green pattern held the cup from the outside - making it look like a white flower. The teapot looked like the mother pot from Beauty and the Beast - with the face. There were no signs of tea leaves at the bottom of the cup - for it wasn't tea at all.

It was hard liquor.

'Alcoholic' didn't sound very nice but that was, truly, what Freya was. She didn't look it - clearly - but she had a severe drinking addiction. As in, she drank vodka like it was water - she carried a bottle around with her at all times, tucked inconspicuously into god knew wear. The girl could keep a suitcase in the folds of her skirts.

Freya was always drunk.

She had been constantly drunk for the past 7 years. Perhaps she had an inability to pass out in a gutter or she had some killer alcohol-processing system in her dainty body but she never had to stop drinking. She drank in the middle of the night, early in the morning, during noon, night - any time, any day, anywhere. She even drank during battle - most people didn't even realise she was drunk because she never looked it. Or perhaps she did. Her rosy cheeks were not unusual, however, for she always looked that way.

"I love people!" Freya announced abruptly - knocking back another 'shot' from her teacup. Her Teapot had a never-ending supply of hard liquor - it cost Freya a small fortune to purchase the thing from a mage who specialised in Teapot magic. It was worth it, of course. No wonder she was so ridiculously cheerful all the time. Hangovers? Pssh, never.

Strangely enough, Freya never smelled of alcohol - perhaps the strong fragrance of sugar and flowers that danced from her skin no matter what she did covered up the alcoholic scent. Besides, it was hard to think of the eternally happy, bubbly, blonde and petite girl as one who could or would consume a can of beer - much less be an alcoholic. Either way, Freya never thought about it. Life was fantastic!

Freya caressed the handle of the teacup daintily, as if she were in a tea party. But not with people, of course. Bad things happened to those who touched her 'tea.'

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Izzy

(Amaranth: Bar area)

October 16th 8:50 AM

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Izzy was just about to step out of the door by herself, when Freya burst into the room singing a song about panties. The song did have Freya written all over it, she was a tiny ball of randomness and she loved it. The girl ran up to her and turned around, shaking her behind and shouting the absurd lyrics. Izzy always had the task of zipping up Freya's clothes, buttoning Freya's clothes, tying Freya's clothes. Who else but for the princess. As she was about to grab the ribbon in front of her, she heard a loud crash from beside her. It was meat boy, rather, it was Sikes. He had went head first into the table in which she had been sitting, and it appeared he was previously asleep. She looked towards the ceiling for a moment, I'm slipping, I have to stop I can't let everything effect me like this. Normally she would have noticed, but she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts and worries. As the boy sat up and said good morning to them, she saw them. The scars all over his body, so deep and even layered over one another. She had seen people with scars but these were among the worst, he was hiding so much more than she thought. However, she knew everyone had their demons that they didn't want to share with others, for some people it was just to painful to think of. Other times, it was just not necessary to bring up. It would be inappropriate to comment, as curious as she was. It'll never happen again, whatever it was. She thought to herself, mentally promising to watch over the boy.

She found it cute that he slept in such an unusual place, she unlike most found people's quirks and habits to be adorable - most of the time. They made people unique and different. Hopefully he was okay though, landing on his head. She eyed him over a few times to see that he was functioning properly. All he had managed to say was ouch. "Good morning." she then heard. Already she knew it was Sidney, Sidney whom she had done nothing but worry about even till now. "Good morning." she responded, though looking elsewhere. She wondered, if there was something more to the guild head having Sikes go with them. She really did hope there was, her heart sank for a moment. "Cheer up" she heard. As she turned her head she saw Sidney in front of her - right in front of her, placing what turned out to be stuffed animals on her head. She was surprised for a moment, and as she felt the animals move around on her head her expression softened. How adorable was he, on his toes, with his stuffed animals.

As he proceeded to put more and more stuffed animals on her, she decided to grab one. It smiled back at her, moving its arms and legs, and it reminded her of her own plush toy she once had. The stuffed animal was also yellow, however it was a cat - which was where she got her inspiration for Kit one of her creations. She had gotten it from a little boy, no more than three, whom had come across her while walking with his mother. This was the time when Izzy had just escaped where she had been kept all of her childhood and was sleeping mostly wherever she passed out at. When she was cold and shivering, crying one night, the boy walked up to her and handed her his plush toy - he was then pulled away by his mother and that was that. Several years later her precious stuffed toy was set on fire by another stray wizard whom she was fighting for food.

Izzy hugged the yellow stuffed bear close to her chest. "It's a good look." Sidney said. She was now practically dressed in animated stuffed animals. Browen then started playing a lovely tune, starting to sing. How festive. She thought. But they were all getting to comfortable, they had to leave now, they had a mission to finish, people to save. But how could they all get there fast enough? Izzy always had multiple ways of transportation. She could fly, she could fly on her bone creatures, or - she could teleport. However this would require her using copy magic, but perhaps it was necessary. She couldn't imagine all of them flying on her bone creatures, or her creatures not attempting to kill the as they tried. The shop keeper next to the guild was a teleportation wizard, and she had copied her magic a month ago to teleport closer to her previous mission. She had never been to Umi before, but perhaps the shopkeeper had. She was a traveling wizard that sold magical artifacts from all over the world. Thinking about the situation she was in years ago, she made up her mind. "Thank you." she said softly to Sidney, as she placed all the stuffed toys on the floor. Izzy then walked out of the guild and next door. "Ah hello Issabella, how may I help you." The shopkeeper was a lady in her mid thirties, with long red hair and brown eyes. She wore a white spaghetti strapped shirt and blue shorts, which was her usual attire. "I just need to poke you a little." she said.

Several minutes later, the 'shopkeeper' popped into the guild, right where Izzy had been standing. "I'll make this quick." the woman said. But first... Izzy looked at Freya for a moment, and managing to keep a straight face walked over to her. She had begged her to take off her panties earlier, she was shouting it to the world. Izzy, take off my panties! Take them off now! "Okay." she said. With that, she put her hands up Freya's dressed and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "It's a good look." She made sure to take a mental snapshot - before she turned around, pushed everyone from her so called group together, wrapped her arms around them and disappeared. Amaya, Sikes, Sidney and his stuffed toys, and Browen and his guitar. There goes that, she thought to herself. She was happy however, the woman had once traveled to Umi. Perhaps it was worth it.

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Before anything else could happen, a guild member by the name of Sidney suddenly place a stuffed animal on Sikes' head. Standing still, confused, he looked up at it on his head as he noticed it moving around a bit, clinging to his head. He opened his mouth, about to ask what it was about, when he answered already for him, "It's a good look." Thinking on that, he looked back up to it as more were suddenly placed all over his body. Staring off with stuffed animals all around him, he wondered if they were even stuffed as he did notice them moving. Zoned out from the rest of the things happening around him, he curiously grabs one of them, looking at it intently, and then suddenly begins to chew on it's head. Answering his questions, he pulls it out of his mouth, looking at Sidney, "These are stuffed not real. How do them move?"

It was then that he saw the Guild master walk up to them as he stiffened up like a solider. He noticed how he payed attention to the broken table he caused and repaired it with ease. Impressed by his ability, he loosened up as he watched how he does it, only to stiffen back up again once he turned to them and spoke, "Good morning, ladies. And the others." Replying quickly, "Morning, Sir! Sorry about the table, I fell off my bed! I promise to do a good work on my first job, Sir!" His nerves causing him to remain as stiff as a tree as he held his arms by his side.

It was then that he finally noticed two the additional people that would be going with them. The first was a guy by the name of Browen, taking out a guitar, as the second was a girl by the name of as she spoke while getting wine, "Let's get going everyone, villages don't save themselves." Nodding to her remark, he was about to follow her along out the door until Izzy suddenly grabbed him along with the others as they vanished.

The next thing he remembers, they were somewhere else. Frantically looking around in an almost panic, he now saw trees around him and the others as Izzy, Amaya, Sidney, Browen and him were now all in what looked like woods. "Who the...What the...How the...Huh?!" He mutters out in confusion as he starting stepping around in circles as he tries to figure out just how they suddenly appeared somewhere else. Since it was Izzy that grabbed them, he turns to her, wondering if she had something with it. "Wha-What just happened?" He asked her, hoping to figure out at least something of how they got there.

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Sidney Allen


It didn't take much time for there to be a gathering of sorts. He could feel most of the others on the edge, nervous about the missions ahead of them. Unsettling atmospheres like this made him anxious, and there was no indication that it would let up anytime soon. Though the playful banter and music was soothing, nothing could eradicate the plain facts before them. If Sidney didn't feel like dead weight before, he did now. He couldn't help but feel like he would only get in the way. Surely someone like him wasn't suited for battlefield-like jobs? He tugged at the bottom of his sweater as people chattered around him. Regardless of what he felt, he would try to stay focused, and do his best. Sidney could at least manage that.

"These are stuffed not real. How do they move?" He smiled, having to bite down on his bottom lip to prevent it from becoming a grin. He had said similar words before, long ago when he was still a child. "Pixie dust." Was the only answer Sidney gave him, it was the same one Judith had used on him when she had first showed him what her magic could do. Sikes reminded him of himself, in a way. They weren't the same, Sidney could tell that the darkness Sikes held in his heart and the shadows in his own were very different. They're weren't like other people, stuck on their own wavelengths where several others shared the one. The brunette decided that he liked the new guy, and that he would fit right in with the rest of the wonderful Amaranth members.

He only nodded politely when the guild master greeted them, someone else took away his attention from speaking. "Way to wake me up guys, I appreciate it." He smiled sheepishly. Amaya's blunt words were strangely comforting in the moment. If anyone was going to be honest with him, it was her. The boy didn't usually appreciate honesty so much, lies were just fine to him, but he'd rather her be truthful towards him during their task. Lest he screwed up, and put more danger on their shoulders. "Thank you." A hint of red rose across his cheeks, clashing with the purple that stained it. It was nice that Izzy had found some cheer in his stuffed crusade, sometimes he felt like she wasn't happy enough. Perhaps it was the heavy responsibility of being a high-ranked mage, always looking out for those weaker than her? Out of all the stories of knights and lone warriors that rescued princesses he had heard over the years, no one seemed more like a hero than Issabella did. And heros always held a specific kind of worry in their spirit.

While their leader was gone Sidney used his magic to call back his stuffed creatures, they crawled off their posts and up his legs - and once he leaned down, his arms as well. They made their way back in his backpack, for later use, where they would remain still and lifeless. He wished they had thoughts of their own sometimes, but figured that it would be most troublesome if they did. Could you imagine a small pink elephant that walked around on his own accord? Doing what he liked, living a strange immortal life? As amusing as the thought was he couldn't imagine any good would come out of it. The creatures wold certainly upset the balance of the world.

The only one left outside the bag was the toy that Freya had in her possession, which would also become inanimate once Sidney left. She always acted happier when she was drinking her tea. For what reason, he did not know. At first he had thought the blend to be something special, a rare beverage that brought bliss to the consumers. But she drank so much of it, so surely it couldn't be such a delicacy if she drank it all the time? Sidney let go of his sweater and smoothed out the wrinkles. Perhaps he should of chosen darker colors, even if these didn't stand out too much. Hindsight was such a pesky thing sometimes.

Not much time had passed for Izzy to return back to the guild with, this time with a woman in tow. He quickly caught on that it would be her leading them to their destination, and it didn't sooth his nerves. He had wrongly assumed that they'd be taking a train, or similar transport, where he would have more time to mentally prepare. However, he accepted that it was better this way. The sooner they got there the sooner they could help; letting those people suffer for any longer would be rude of them, especially when they pleaded for help so desperately.

Sidney watched as Izzy walked over to Freya, suddenly curious, later replaced with shock as she slid down the other woman's underwear in one swift movement. "It's a good look." She repeated his words from earlier, but he hardly heard them, caught up in the surprise and comedy of the situation. As she wrapped an arm around them he had to stifle his laughter with his hand. Well, Freya had literally asked that of them earlier, looks like she got her wish.

All too soon his organs felt like they were being shrunken and darkness surrounded his eyes. Sidney knew that the teleportation was going by rather quickly, yet every moment of it passed by so slowly to him. Being caught in the compression of space itself was nothing pleasant, existing in a plane that was neither reality or celestial didn't sit well with him. It felt like two pieces of metal was coming down on either side of his head, pressing together with enough pressure to make him explode. Sound rushed through his ears, but he heard nothing at all, and their brief stay in a void left him dazed, and with the beginning of a headache.

An image surrounded them once again, their travel feeling like it took both hours and seconds, and he inhaled a good amount of oxygen into his lungs. Evicting the air made him feel solid once more, but he let his fingernails dig into the palms of his hand to check if he really was real. "Wha-What just happened?" It was only then that Sidney really took a look at the environment around them. Trees circled them, each large and ancient, he had the feeling that this forest wasn't touched by humans very often. He knew the others were with them, but didn't bother looking at them. Instead his pupils targeted the sights around him, drinking the scene in, and let himself slip away as he studied the groves of the trees and the drifting, falling leaves.

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Before he knew he was in a place completely different to the bar area within the Guild, for a moment he thought that maybe was sleeping and it was a dream but he had never dreamed something like that before, the boy looked around and saw team established to fullfill the mission of some of them as confused as him for the sudden change of environment, Browen was too focused on his music to realize what had happened before coming to this place.

Perhaps the S rank mage knew some magic capable of transport the group to the point where they would begin the mission which was a relief, Browen feared having to go flying or by train, one was too tiring and he had no money for the other, the boy breathe deeply several times, it was showtime and he couldn't afford to let his delayed reactions endanger his teammates that's why in the risky missions he used that kind of self hipnosis,with his eyes still closed the young mage used Wind Magic to soar through the skies, when reached the sky above his blue eyes found a mining town, at least so it seemed to Browen, the streets were empty with the exception of some suspicious-looking guys and others few who seemed nervous and scared, the wind dropped his hat, "Gravity Pull" he said quickly and the hat went back to his hand.

The blue haired boy descended where the group was, Browen adjusted the guitar on his back and his hat on his head, "It seems that the mission is real" he said, in his mind there was a possibility of a bad joke, then he informed what he saw from the height "There are some people don't seem to belong to the town and a few people are extremely scared, Any idea how to enter without attracting attention?" Browen don't know the details of the mission, he just knew there were hostages in a village and a dark guild, being honest the boy hoped they could save the hostages without involving in a large scale with the Dark Guild but wasn't so naive to believe that would happen, he sighed and prepared for the worst possible outcome.

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Ravenna ~ Village of Umi


"Why in Hell is it sunny?" Ravenna grunted, scrutinising the sun as if it were a deformed toddler as she shielded her gaze with her hand. She heard a groan and flicked her eyes briefly to the ground to find the Kiev doubled over. She raised a brow before returning her gaze to the stupid sky - who gave it permission to be blue? Certainly not her.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!" Why would I want to touch a lady-man? "Let's get this over with," he said, rising to his feet.

With one brow raised, Ravenna put a comforting but immensely chilling hand on Kiev's shoulder. Patting his back, Ravenna nodded in understanding. "Period cramps, huh?"

"Pssst," whispered a young voice. "Pssst." Ravenna rolled her eyes, slapped a worried look on her face before turning to face the little boy - who was eight or nine years old - with short brown hair. "Come, come," he called 'quietly.' The entire world can hear your 'whispering,' dumb ass. Ravenna made a show of looking left and right before she tip-toed like a ninja over to the boy. Diving behind the bush the boy was currently hidden amongst, Ravenna rolled expertly onto her feet. If she was going to convince everyone she was a Chicken-Liver, she'd have to act like one.

Bowing, Ravenna painted a practised smile on her face - her eyes tended to give her away, though. Having a permanently tragic glaze to them but she could've been sad for many reasons. Like the malady of the villagers. Oh, yes, of course she cared. "How may we be of service, m'lord?" she asked, forcing the sarcasm from her voice.

The small boy giggled, muffling his sounds with his hand. Then, his eyes widened as he grabbed Crimson Blade's master's and began to run. It was awkward - running in the hands of someone half your size. Stumbling initially, Ravenna finally managed to run relatively normally, if rather bent over. It was terribly uncomfortable - oh woe is me, she thought with another one of her terribly popular eye-rolls. They stopped at a medium-sized hut, after the kid stopped and looked around for his captors, she assumed, several times. The boy put a finger to his lips and Ravenna nodded solemnly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, again. You're the loud one, little muffin-top. Yes, Muffin would be his name. Muffin nudged the door open and quickly ran in, gesturing widely for everyone else to do the same. No, kid. We're just going to stand out here and sun tan.

An old woman sat hunched over a baby that was cradled in her arms as the door shut quietly behind them. The hut was filled with old people and children - the people who couldn't work in the mines as well as the adults, she supposed. It smelled of new life and death. She hated the smell of new life.

The old woman who'd been cradling the baby ran over to Ravenna - well, hobbled, which was basically old-people running. "You must be the help," she said, the relief apparent in her voice. "Thank the Heavens!" Ravenna's right eye twitched a little at the mention of 'Heavens' - 'no, I am from hell,' she wished to say but did not. They probably didn't use sarcasm in outback Fiorre - or wherever they were - not that she would've been being sarcastic, of course.

"Yes. We are Carrot Blade," Ravenna said with the best poker face the world had ever seen. "We are here to assist you in your troubles for we are kind Samaritans. We do not care for the mystical crystal you hold in your village - oh no. We are good to dog people."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," murmured the entire room. Shut up, shut up, shut up, Ravenna sing-songed in her head. "We are in desperate need of your help," the old woman continued. "Seven Virtues took my kids and all these children's parents. They're treating them like slaves!" Ravenna narrowed her eyes a fraction of a millimetre at the mention of the word. "You have to help us. We don't know what to do."

"Do not worry, wrinkled woman. We will free your people," Ravenna declared. Maybe. "Just point us in the direction of the mines that hold Aozora."

"Oh! I forgot to introduce everyone!" Oh no... OOooohhh no. "I'm Margaret. That's Lenny," she said, gesturing toward the little boy who'd brought them here. "This is Kathy," she introduced, looking down at the newborn in her arms. Fascinating - absolutely fascinating. They bothered to name it. After a million other names, Ravenna just about forgot them all as she kept an interested gaze and smile on her face.

"We must leave before your family dies," Ravenna announced, rushing out of the hut. "Farewell, my friends!"

Bullshit.

She didn't glance behind her to see if her Crimson Blades had followed - she knew they would, assumed they would. Pressing her back against a particularly humongous tree, Ravenna sliced her wrist open with the small dagger she kept under her sleeve. "Illisia," she whispered and an rippling veil fell over everyone in her group, rendering them invisible. They would still be able to be touched but they would not be seen. Ravenna hoped the veils would last long enough for-

Amaranth.

They would certainly run into them some time or if they didn't, Ravenna was always one to prefer being safe than sorry. Her bloodied wrist would attract too many questions should it be seen and she couldn't heal it now because she had to continuously offer the Demons blood for her spell to stay in place. Although, if asked, she'd say she was a depressed teenager with daddy issues. Her concentration flickering, the spell began to fade; her blood no longer evaporating into thin air like fireflies into night. Vaguely moving her hand towards a random person - Murmur in this case - she slapped her wrist into his mouth. Her blood did not taste like blood - being not quite blood. It flowed like warm honey and tasted like it, too, with saccharine vanilla undertones and a bittersweet aftertaste; smelling faintly of sugared roses and jasmines. It gave those who drank it strength and power but she never offered her blood. As far as she was concerned, it was hers and not some rare delicacy but it'd be a waste to let it drip tastelessly into the dirt. Using her teeth, Ravenna lifted up her sleeve and pulled an aqua coloured cloth from the inside lining like she'd done so so many times before. Somehow managing to wrap it around her wrist, Ravenna tied a knot with her tongue and tugged at the cloth to tighten it. It was a special cloth that Naciel had had made for her, it would keep her blood flowing for her offering without allowing the blood would show through.

Straightening her clothes, Ravenna checked her hands and everyone else's - her spell was solidly invisible once again. She turned towards Amaranth and analysed the competition. She spotted Issabella Carrington the Reaper immediately. If her skimpily dressed body wasn't enough indication, her red and green flame was. What was it? Christmas? The size of her flame was equal to K'brak's and Murmur's but whilst her flame shone with a purity, Murmur's was rather dark. K'brak's was just weird. The next person she noticed was the little girl covered in paint. Apparently she missed the memo of it being art class. From the crazed-dazed look on his face and his terrible taste in fashion, Ravenna gathered that he used Doll Play Magic or was a particularly weird pedophile. The next was a red-haired girl and with her knowledge of Amaranth, she would either be Wraith or the lady who, apparently, cooked like a Goddess. She hoped she was the latter because now that Ravenna thought about it - she was hungry. The next was a boy with blue hair whom, other than his hair colour, looked nothing like Murmur. She had no idea who he was but he looked like a tree and so that would be his name. The last was a dark hair that she didn't recognise - Another Liver would be his name.

'Come,' she ordered her Blades telepathically, gesturing towards the mines as a war general would. Except instead of code words, all she ever said was 'Come,' they weren't worth any more effort than that. Stepping soundlessly, Ravenna moved toward the entrance of the deep mines - closer to Aozora, to Blue Skies.

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Amaya was able to let out a peel of laughter at Izzy's trick on Freya. Well, the girl had asked for it! Her chuckles broke off as the S-Mage shoved their mission group into a tight cluster- then suddenly the red head was struck with a gut wrenching feeling. Before she was forced to close her eyes from the spinning sensations, she glimpsed the scene around them close like that of a zipper being pulled shut. Amaya had experienced this before.
Of course Issabella would have teleportation hidden somewhere up her sleeve. Of course.

As soon as she felt the air stopped spinning, Amaya detached herself from the others to lean against a tree and heave air, not liking how the Teleportation was sitting with her alcohol.
"Glory, Izzy, warn us next time, yeah?" She complained, probing her dry mouth with her tongue then spitting into the trees. She turned back to the others, eyes blinking fast in annoyance, a quirk she didn't realize she had but everyone else did. She saw Browen take off into the air using some form of his magic and decided to wait to pose her questions until after he returned.

Instead she turned to the new boy- maybe his name was Spike!- who was wondering around in shock. "Wha-What just happened?"

Amaya sauntered over, enjoying knowing something he didn't, slinging her arm across his shoulder. "Well newbie Spike, , Izzy here is a special little mage, mkay? She can copy other people's magic when she needs it- and I'm guessing she duplicated our guilds neighbors magic," She raised a quizzical eyebrow at Izzy. "Am I right?"

Browen was soon descending back into the group, so Amaya plopped down onto the forest floor in the midst of them, crossing her legs out in front of her.

"There are some people don't seem to belong to the town and a few people are extremely scared, Any idea how to enter without attracting attention?"

Amaya glanced up at Izzy, guessing the S mage was probably going to take leadership. After all, she was stronger and more experienced. But before she could, Amaya decided to add her input. That way, she could sit back and take orders, being satisfied she'd contributed.

"We should probably get closer and stake out who the enemies are before we create any plan of attack, no? It'd be bad to march in outmatched," She glanced back to Izzy for approval.
"Also, if it's a mining town, theres probably two main exit slash entrances to the town. One towards the mine and one the opposite. I'd say a distraction by one entrance could open the way for a recovery team." She paused. "Or, we could even split into two teams, one to get the stone, one for the villagers."

She shrugged then popped open the cork on the wine bottle she'd pocketed on her way out, taking a decent sized sip, but not over doing it. Oh how she envied Freya and her ability to never get drunk. That or she was always drunk, but hey, either way.

She reclined onto the light pine needle and leaves covering of the ground, taking another sip. This didn't seem to be to hard of a mission.
Recover the kidnapped villagers and maybe get their hands on a powerful gem? Piece of cake.
Well, of course there was the minor block of Sevem Virtues, the rumored powerful guild of only seven members, each at least an S-rank or higher powered. They might serve a bit of a problem, depending how many had decided to make an appearance in Umi. Enough at least to over see the villagers and the mine, so maybe three or four.
Hm....

Amaya looked at every member of the entourage in turn.
Izzy was more then capable. Spikes, well, he seemed to be a decent practicer of shadow magic if her own skills were anything to judge by. Sidney, well, Amaya wouldn't dwell into her concern about Sidney, she just hoped he'd learn from this. And Browen, well if he focused he'd be fine.

All in all, she couldn't wait for action.
Speaking if which-

Amaya cocked up slightly. She had the distinct impression someone was watching them.

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His state of confusion was settled when the red haired girl called Amaya suddenly placed her arm over his shoulder, as she explained to him. "Well newbie Spike, , Izzy here is a special little mage, mkay? She can copy other people's magic when she needs it- and I'm guessing she duplicated our guilds neighbors magic," Sikes looks at her with an annoyed look on his face as he replies back. "My name is SIKES."

Looking over at Izzy, after getting the explanation of her magic, he starts to see her with awe. "That's pretty cool. So you can do almost any magic?" But his question planned list of questions was interrupted by Browen floating down, almost missing the fact that he floated up just a bit before. "There are some people don't seem to belong to the town and a few people are extremely scared, Any idea how to enter without attracting attention?" After that Amaya started speaking about a plan of action.

"We should probably get closer and stake out who the enemies are before we create any plan of attack, no? It'd be bad to march in outmatched. Also, if it's a mining town, theres probably two main exit slash entrances to the town. One towards the mine and one the opposite. I'd say a distraction by one entrance could open the way for a recovery team or, we could even split into two teams, one to get the stone, one for the villagers." With what he understood, a town was held hostage, there was a mine with special rocks, and bad guys behind it all. The plan, from the looks of it as well, was one team to go to town and the other to go to the mine. A mine meant caves, and caves meant dark. Connecting those dots in his head, he suddenly gives a snap of his fingers at an idea of where he can go. "If one group goes to the mine, I'll be part of it!" He tells them with a grin as he lifts his hand to point at his eyes and his nose. "I can see perfectly in the dark and have a great sense of smell. I can easily find my way though there."

It was then that he smelt something, a scent that felt a bit odd. Sniffing the air as he suddenly looked in a direction, his expression got a bit serious for a moment. "Strange...it almost smelled like there were others nearby..." But because he didn't recognize the scent, he just took it as a normal scent in the area and turned back to the others. "Anyway, you can't count on my for the "Mine Squad"." He grins, feeling himself to be useful to the group.

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Izzy

(Village of Umi)

October 16th

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The teleportation had been a bit rougher than she anticipated. The shopkeeper next door had the magic capacity and skill of an A ranked mage, however, it was possibly because she had never teleported more than herself that it ended up harsher this time. She had teleported them into a forest like area, which she knew to be next to the town, thanks to her ability to see memories of those whose magic she had copied. Had she chosen to go into town directly, they had the possibility of landing in the middle of the commotion. Copy magic only lasted so long, five minutes to be exact. She always looked at it as a positive and a negative at the same time. She didn't like staying away from her own magic for too long, but sometimes she wished she could stay in the mindset of those which she copied, having the knowledge they had.

When she looked around her, she noticed Sidney. Sidney was staring off into space, observing and studying the scenery. He looked so dangerously innocent with chalked smeared all over his face, innocent. And he wasn't focusing, unlike Browen who had taken to the air using wind magic. She hoped he wouldn't do this throughout the mission. This was just how Sidney was, but this wasn't the time or place. "Sidney, I need you to focus, please." she said softly. From behind she could hear Amaya complaining about the transport, and explaining to Sikes what had just happened. She picked up easily on the copy magic, Amaya had such potential. "Yes, copy magic, It allows me to copy people's magic and appearance, I am also able to see any knowledge and memories they have within that time period." she made sure to say this to them through telepathy. That was an ability she tried so desperately to hide.

"There are some people who don't seem to belong to the town and a few people are extremely scared, Any idea how to enter without attracting attention?" Browen said as he returned to the ground. It was a bit of a predicament, they more or less could not get to the area they had to be without getting noticed by a number of people, if not everyone on the way. Shadow magic would be used to hide oneself, but she doubted it could be very convincing with so many people. She saw Amaya glance up at her, figuring that was her way of waiting for some kind of direction, without actually having asked for it. "We should probably get closer and stake out who the enemies are before we create any plan of attack, no? It'd be bad to march in outmatched," She glanced back at her again, Izzy was not used to this kind of situation, but she had people relying on her and people that she needed to protect, and people to rescue. She would have to manage.
"Also, if it's a mining town, there's probably two main exit slash entrances to the town. One towards the mine and one the opposite. I'd say a distraction by one entrance could open the way for a recovery team." She paused. "Or, we could even split into two teams, one to get the stone, one for the villagers."

Split into two teams. It was the logical thing to do. Logical...but she didn't want to. She glanced over to Sidney, even with anyone on this team paired with him, had they run into any of the Seven Virtues she doubted he would come back unscathed. You would think that there were two entrances or exits, however, that is not the case. It is also probably why so few escaped in the first place. Our priority is not to retrieve the stone at this moment, while we can split into two teams we do not know what we are up against, it may not be too wise until we are sure." She made sure only to speak with telepathy, one never knew of there was someone around who could overhear your conversation. Izzy had to stop treating the people around her like they could not take care of themselves, or they would never get anywhere. They mission did not state how many of the Seven Virtues were here, but she had to assume there were several.

Izzy caught sight of Amaya, who seemed to respond to the same thing she did. She heard not only movement but voices, none of them familiar. They were close, but seemed to be getting more and more distant. Because she could hear them, she had to assume they had in turn been seen, especially since Browen took to the air - which was an extremely rookie move on his part. At least, when you were trying to do anything stealthy in manner. The element of surprise had been lost, splitting into two teams at this moment was out of the question, at least until they cleared some sort of path to the mine. Browen said he saw individuals which did not seem to fit in with the rest, the Seven Virtues perhaps? "We can't stake anyone out now, we have to assume we have been seen, perhaps heard." Izzy caught a whiff of a very floral scent, it was very faint, though different from the delicate fragrance the surrounding plant life had been giving.

As if her armor had heard her thoughts, she was requiped into her Ethereal Armor. It was an armor that provided no defense, but gave the gift of flight, speed, and depth of field. Her armor sent of hundreds of pixelated squares, which disappeared into the air. The edge of her armor itself looked pixelated. Her armor was unique to other armors requip wizards had, it worked on its own accord but was also synchronized with her thoughts. She took several steps forward and positioned herself to see between the gap in the trees. She could now see the town laid out in front of her, but there was one problem, she didn't see anyone. She did catch sight of several individuals, whom Browen must have spoken of, and several towns people which coward in against the walls of buildings, and at the feet of said individuals. But that floral scent was now gone, therefor so was the person it belonged to. Gone from sight, at least. In the distance, she saw a what appeared to be the mine, the mine would be their ultimate destination after securing the towns people. She guessed that the floral scent had disappeared into the mine. They were more or less closer to the jewel, she wondered if any of the towns people were inside. If any miners had been held hostage there. Any commotion from fighting the people outside, would attract those within the mine - should they want to show themselves.

"Whoever it is is going straight for the Aozora. I cannot be certain they are alone, I was unable to see them. We have to make the assumption there are more. In the distance was a male, blonde hair, she had to guess some age in his twenties. He was in the middle of the few villagers which were out in the open, or cowaring by any nearby building. While she didn't catch his words, he appeared to be threatening anyone and everyone that moved. A few people. appeared injured, the picture she painted in her head was that some people were brave enough to try and attack him head on and he had bested them. "If one group goes to the mine, I'll be part of it!" Sikes shouted as he lifted his hand to pointed at his eyes and his nose. "I can see perfectly in the dark and have a great sense of smell. I can easily find my way though there." Surely he would be the one to rely on within the dark, she was unsure about Amaya in that aspect, thought their magic was somewhat similar - at least the magic she knew of.

Izzy hadn't taken her eyes off of the male, and it seemed they were spotted from the enthusiastic shouting of her teammate. "Anyway, you can't count on my for the "Mine Squad"." he continued. So much, there was so much that they had done wrong already. However, being spotted was among one of the worst things that could have happened, inevitably, they might have to split up. However, it would be more in their favor to do so after the blonde wizard was defeated, leaving him to anyone within this team was not in her agenda. "Just ahead is one of the Seven Virtues, I think perhaps they also split up, one is keeping the villagers here while another - or more, are in the mine." Izzys armor then changed to her stealth armor, as more pixels flew wildly from the original swap between armors. The male looked in her direction, catching sight of all of them, he hurled a fireball their way. "Look out!" Acting fast, she grabbed Sidney and his spacey self, and dodged the fire. As she did so her armor changed to burning stars armor as if anticipating to be hit. When she let go of him, it seemed the others had avoided the attack as well. "We don't have time to plan anything anymore." she thought to them, as she looked over the area of ash which they currently stood, the rest of it set aflame.

She tried to think out the best pairings, but there was no denying the fact almost everyone here was outranked. It was true that that didn't always have to do with magical power - but where to put Sidney. If he was with her, she could defend him, perhaps. With the team outside the mine, he could be of help and rescue the others assuming his team held their own. Assuming. She didn't like assuming. Amaya and Sikes were useless on the same team so they would need to be split up, Browen was capable of both offensive and defensive support magic. If they all stayed together, the Aozora could dissapear and those in the mine could lose their lives. "Amaya, your team needs to stay out here and rescue the villagers, if anything buy us time until we get back with that wizard out there." It hurt her to say those words, to leave them, she took one last painful look at Sidney. "I will keep the telepathy link open, we may all speak amongst each other. Alright Sikes, lets go." Large black wings appeared on Issabella, "Sikes, we're headed into the mine, I'll maneuver us around and when we get in there you're my eyes, ready or not, here we go."

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Murmur Burns
(Village of Umi)


It was all going well, they had made it to Umi without attracting the wrong type of people to them. The villagers already trusted them, under the wrong impression that they were the protagonists in this setting, and Ravenna was working hard to make sure her plan had moved smoothy, using her magic to make the invisible. When she shoved her wrist into his mouth he had licked her wound, if only to see her squirm a bit. Doing so was starting to turn into a routine, and it was not necessarily a wise one. Her blood tasted odd, more like sweet food than what carried oxygen throughout the body. More important than that was the strength it would bring him, and he was truly a greedy person at heart.

Without her body distracting him he was left to study their competition; Amaranth. There was The Reaper, or Issabella Carrington. Such a person was both exciting and concerning. She was strong, but troublesome, smart, and he hoped she wouldn't catch onto who they were so quickly, if at all. If it came to the worst of it they would have to wipe Amaranth away too. Then there was the Wraith, Amaya Tanaka, who's dark based magic shouldn't be a match for Zangreus. There was Browen Northwind, who didn't threaten Murmur in the slightest, though he wouldn't overlook his presence and abilities, and there was also a person he didn't recognize. A black haired boy who must of been new to Amaranth, as he had at least a little information on all their members.

But out of all these mages, his eyes focused on one. A brown haired kid who had a paper thin body, Sidney Allen, none other than his loyal informant. Murmur's eyes narrowed, the action going unnoticed by him. What was he doing here? The boy's magic was too weak, nothing special, and his mental and physical state wasn't anything to boast about either. He would be in danger here, there was no doubt about it, and he really didn't like what was his to be damaged, or permanently broken.

From there their situation started to become less than ideal to him. Murmur looked between the members of their team. Kiev obviously wasn't at his prime, there was something wrong. Was he sick? He didn't doubt that he couldn't hold up his own during the mission, but one did not underestimate the power of infection. There was a reason why pestilence was a sign of the apocalypse, it could take down even the strongest of men, and though Kiev was more than exceptional - he wasn't one of them.

He wasn't worried for Kiev himself though, but his ability, and what burden he would turn into if his illness did more than persist. He had grown fond of the man, though he had long ago stopped looking at people with what could be considered true companionship. If anything, people were tools, and too often they were less than that. But Murmur was happy to play the role of a concerned friend, and laid a hand on the other man's shoulder momentarily. The action that could be considered comforting or worried didn't last long, as his hand soon returned to his side.

Murmur always looked after his team, he never wished them to be hurt, but keeping an eye out for all of them would prove to be difficult. Though in this case Kiev was more or less impaired, and they were under Ravenna's strict orders to protect Melinoe, though he personally had a little more faith in her than that. There was also Zangreus, who he didn't have much work experience with, and not knowing exactly what to expect out of him was unsettling. Along with this there was Ravenna, who didn't need taking care of, yet he would look over her regardless as she was such a rash human being. Then there was Sidney, his connection to Amaranth - who gave surprisingly good reports, especially when Murmur convinced him to sneak around and read important documents. He couldn't let his little pet get hurt, but if he acted recklessly that connection would be severed. If that was the case, he'd have to end the young Allen's life himself, which he didn't necessarily want to do.

'Come,' This wasn't out of his ability range though, he could handle it, and Murmur wordlessly followed their leader towards the mines. Thanks to her spell they weren't seen by anyone else, but they could see just fine. His eyes landed on a girl, lounging on a large boulder at the entrance of the mine. She didn't look very old, maybe sixteen at the oldest, if her looks were deceiving. There were people walking in and out of the mine, and only a few looked at her, the rest focusing their fearful gazes to the ground.

So this was one of the feared members of Seven Virtues, just a child. He knew they had a specific rank, going from strongest to weakest, and automatically assumed that she was near the bottom, if not the weakest of the seven. There was a long, dark sword in her hand, and he could sense there was something off about it. The people who dared look at her moved their line of vision to her, towards the sword, as if it had personally offended them. Murmur glanced over to Ravenna, then to the mine. They certainly couldn't slip in without being noticed, even when invisible, as someone could easily run into them and break the illusion. That would leave them with the underhand. No, he looked back over to the girl, if they used the element of surprise getting rid of her should be easy enough.

Industria
(Village of Umi - Mines)


She was small, short, but anyone believing her to be weak would meet an unfortunate end. The girl brushed her short blonde hair back, a trait shared amongst her master, and most of her siblings. Only the odd ones deviated from the patter. Honestly, the twins presence upset her, there was just something about them that made them different from the rest of them. Industria leaned back, but she wasn't around them right now, they were busy on another mission, something to do with a dark guild that had yet paid their debt to them. She didn't envy them, they had to do all that fighting and work, and while she didn't mind combat she also wasn't fond of it. Around her were the poorer people of Fiore, miners, who were currently under her and her brothers control, lest they disobey and meet the consequences. This was much more preferred, she barely had to lift a finger to get them to work.

A feeling tugged at her chest, it told her of danger, Temperance was fighting an enemy right now. The girl did nothing but roll her eyes and sit back up on her boulder. "How annoying." She yawned, stretching. He could handle killing them off himself, he didn't need her help. If he did then she'd ask master personally to kill him off for being weak, pathetic scum; though she knew he would just bring him back after he died. That was even more bothersome, she wished her loud mouthed younger brother would just stay quiet. Maybe she would cut off his tongue again after he was done slaughtering the opponent. Better yet, she would tear apart his vocal cords this time, and replace them with metal shards so they could never heal.

Industria stood from her seat, tightening the grip on her sword as she did so. If there were nosy people fighting Temperance, then she had to assume that they weren't the only ones worming around. If she was attacked, she had to be ready. The girl glanced to her sword, which held the abilities of fire, lightening, ice and wind at her disposal. The blade was also changeable, being able to be made shorter, or longer, curved, spiked, anything. Electrocuting people was the easiest, it was her biased way for attacking, but she could be flexible. Anything to get rid of the opponent fast and quickly, she wasn't second to the twins power and strength for nothing. If they weren't such a unit, she was sure that she'd even be regarded as the deadliest member of Seven Virtues.

Sidney Allen
(Village of Umi)


"Sidney, I need you to focus, please." The words snapped him back to reality. A town being held hostage, and a dark guild trying to obtain a weapon that would give them great power. Right, he couldn't afford to space out anymore. Sidney forced his finger nails to dig into his palms, not hard enough to puncture the skin, but the pain helped him focus. It was more of a habit than anything, he had done the same thing when listening to the tutors his parents had hired. Only back then it was just his education that would suffer, this had not only the lives of the villagers at stake, but the lives of his team mates, and his own life being threatened as well.

The people around him began discussing a battle plan; what would be the best course of action? It was clear that they needed the villagers to evacuate, get them out of here safety, because once a fight burst out then there was no guarantee that bystanders wouldn't be hurt in the crossfire. The thought of someone getting hurt if they weren't successful settled into his stomach, making him feel sick. On the other hand they couldn't let Seven Virtues get Aozora either, because once they had it the chance of defeating them plummeted. It was one thing to fight against a small number of high ranked mages, but with their abilities along with the one from a legend, it may as well be nearly if not completely impossible to defeat them. Either way, Sidney kept quiet, assuming it would be better to let those more experienced handle this.

"Our priority is not to retrieve the stone at this moment, while we can split into two teams we do not know what we are up against, it may not be too wise until we are sure." Izzy's voice echoed in his head, the word burning into his mind. Telepathy was still an odd thing, it worried him that she could dig into his mind, and such concerns mirrored on his face. It was the sensible thing for her to do, and Sidney was almost positive that she wouldn't do such a thing even if she could, so he bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep his mind at what was happening around him - not on his own insecurities.

He watched as their leader changed her armor, his mind automatically counting the pixelated squares that surrounded her. She was looking past the trees, and Sidney gripped onto the straps of his backpack, trying to prepare himself for any form of action. If anything, he could possibly distract an enemy, or use his magic to lead away villagers and use himself as a distraction. Though, nothing he made could stay animated at a large distance, he'd have to keep that in mind. Perhaps if he had the chance, he could even use Joffrey the red and gold lion to retrieve the Aozora, if it was ever left unattended that is.

As he was pondering, foolishly letting his attention be divided, a bring ball of flames flew towards them. For a moment Sidney had thought his feet to be sewn to the floor, yet someone had grasped him, yanked him away before the fireball could do any harm to him. "We don't have time to plan anything anymore." The words seemed far away, his heart was pounding and blood roared in his ears. He clutched onto the the skirt of Izzy's armor, it being the closet thing to him, and his knuckled turned white. Breath. Inhale, exhale; he couched himself mentally, the worst thing he could do is fall apart so quickly.

The boy was able to get himself together rather quickly, the attack had been a surprise, but it wasn't the worst that could happen. The adrenaline moving through his body would help him stay alert, especially when it increased later. "Amaya, your team needs to stay out here and rescue the villagers, if anything buy us time until we get back with that wizard out there." Izzy was looking at him again, her expression and body language was painful, as if she wasn't confident in her decision, always worrying. His eyebrows furrowed, his hands let go of her skirt, all that worrying was starting to rub off on him.

Brilliant black wings sprouted from her back, he took a few paces away from her as she spoke more orders. They would be fine as long as they listened to her, right? It was hard to think otherwise, in his eyes she was nearly idolized. She was leaving now, both her and Sikes, to the mine, even though she didn't know who or what waited there. The situation was complicated, but he could describe it in one simple word - scary. "Be safe." Sidney finally spoke, despite the words not being in anyway useful. To him it was admitting that he was worried as well, and that he wanted to see them again in one piece.

In the background there was approaching footsteps, moving closer and closer to where they stood. The figure had decided that they would check out the disturbed area, where pesky insects were loitering around. Besides, the villagers would not dare try to escape, or run away, by now they were too afraid to. Fire was sparking from his fingertips, he would let himself have a little fun with this, as there was nothing more exciting than seeing the life being burned from another person's eyes.

Though such sounds were not heard by Sidney, too focused on the splitting of the two teams. He could feel his magic, ready to be pulled or tugged at any moment, every bit of it under his skin. Its full potential was yet to be obtained, but he was prepared to move, and do what he could to help the others. His teeth stopped biting down on his cheek, leaving a slight taste of copper in his mouth. He would do all he could to help, even if it put his own well being at risk. After all, it was better him than anyone else.