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Kana Terisa

"We're all going to die eventually, but I'm going to leave a mark of remembrance."

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a character in “This New Generation”, as played by HereMeNow

Description

(~Work in Progress~)

Kana Michelle Terisa
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R O L E
The Reaper

A G E
Seventeen

G E N D E R
Female

A P P E A R A N C E
Kana has long, emerald hair that falls to the middle of her back, though it is almost always covered up by the hood of her favorite pullover hoodie. The side bangs of her hair are brushed to the front and fall over her chest while her front bangs are pulled to the side, covering up her right eye and most of her right cheek. Wherever she got her ruby red eye color from was a mystery to her family, but the gene was passed down from her great, great grandfather on her mothers side, her eye color being another reason why she gained the nickname 'Reaper'. She stand about 5'5" tall and has a slim figure and she lacks quite a bit when it comes to having feminine features and her hoodie mostly covers up what little breasts she has. In fact, because of the way she dresses, Kana is often mistaken for a boy until you see her hair, despite her thick eye lashes.

She has light, fair skin and if she were to put on a swimsuit you could see that her arms and legs are spotted with small scars that are slightly darker than her skin color. She has a more noticeable scar across her right knuckles from a knife and another scar on the back and front of her left shoulder that came from a bullet wound that she received at the age of fourteen when a deal went wrong.

You will never see her wearing shorts or skirts, and all of her jeans are either black, navy, or brown. She prefers tank tops or long-sleeved shirts that come in solid colors and never wears anything lighter than purple, though you don't usually see her shirt because 99.9% of the time she's wearing her hoodie. For shoes, she's all for converse and is usually seen wearing violet red high-tops with the tops folded over. No matter what kinds of jeans she has on she always role up the left leg to just under her knee so her entire left shoe and most of her shin and calf are visible.

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A F F I L I A T I O N
Good Guy?

S K I L L S
Kana may look like she lacks in muscle, but looks can be utterly deceiving. In fact, she much stronger than she looks in both mind and body. Being the leader of an infamous gang, she's had plenty of fighting experience and is quite good with hand-to-hand combat, though you can only teach yourself so much and she never actually developed a real fighting style. Most of what she does while fighting comes from natural instinct or from what she's learned over years of fighting other gangs. She started out using a gun when she was younger, but prefers to use knives or brass knuckles over anything else since she finds it more fun to fight when she can actually feel when she hits her opponent.

Aside from her combat skills, Kana is also a parkour genius and is rather flexible. Her slim features make it easy for her to slide around through small spaces and she can move quite quickly all while making as little noise as physically possible. She's capable of taking the landscape in front of her and using it to her best abilities. She's light on her feet, and not to mention she's also a skillful thief and a master at pick-pocketing. Of course, that's child's play to her. She's successfully robbed a plethora of houses and some factories with the help of her gang and, in her preteen years, she's even taken part in a few of smaller murder raids, though she soon found those pointless.

W E A K N E S S E S
- One of Kana's biggest weaknesses is her best friend, Smoke. He's the only reason she survived the fire that took her parents, and so she feels she owes him her life. He's the one and only person she cares about more than herself, and would risk her life and the lives of her gang members to protect him.

- There is a reason Kana wears her bangs to cover her right eye and cheek. When she was 12, she lost her eye in a fight. The wound was caused by a knife, and left a scar that drags up from the middle of her cheek, through the middle of her eye, and stops a little passed the middle of her eyebrow. Because of loosing her vision in her right eye, she can only see so far to the right.

- Last but not least, Kana is terrified of any fire that she has no control over. Basically she's fine sitting around a garbage can fire or holding a flaming stick, as she is the one who has the control over what to do with it. She becomes very uncomfortable if she's watching someone play with a lighter or a match, because she isn't the one making sure it doesn't get out out of control. She's like a wild animal who shrinks back in fear when someone swings a torch at her, which is something you almost never see her do.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
To a handful of people, Kana seems to hold a very calm, laid back demeanor and isn't one to be smiling often unless she's being cocky or is happy about something. She's not very open and, despite being a leader, she doesn't mind letting others take the reins if necessary. Of course she'll take charge if she thinks she's got a better idea, but if she's involved in something that doesn't concern her gang, then she doesn't mind stepping aside, though she isn't afraid to add her own opinions. It's not easy to read her emotions, and she can be rather stoic and is usually expressionless. She comes off a bit cold at first, but she becomes more talkative the more she's around someone.

Still, despite how easygoing she seems, she still isn't one to be taken lightly and one should think twice before messing with her. She usually knows how to keep a cool-headed appearance, but she actually becomes irritated and angered pretty easily. Basically, she can keep a completely straight face while thinking of ripping someones head off and burning their body. The longer someone is around her, the more they'll realize how irrational she can become sometimes and she isn't very accepting of others, but all in all she's not entirely difficult to get along with if you know how to talk to her. Even so, when worst comes to worst, Kana only thinks about what's best for her and doesn't put a lot of thought into the welfare of others.

To her gang, Kana is a straight-forward and naturally confident person. She's tough and often cold-hearted, yet they understand that she does what she thinks is best for them. She's usually quite strict and rules with a iron fist, knowing full well how to keep her subordinates in check and organized. She's protective of them, but if the situation greatly calls for it, she's not afraid to make sacrifices and punishment within the gang isn't taken lightly. She may be a little too hard on them sometime, but to those who have been in the gang for a long time have most likely seen her somewhat softer side. Her gang isn't full of strangers, and everyone is familiar with each other some way or another. Kana has no problem with them keeping secrets from each other, but none of their histories or reasons for being in the gang are a mystery to her. Around her second-in-command, she seems more relaxed and often discusses issues with him and listens to his thoughts on certain matters.

So, she doesn't seem so bad, right? Well, her eye color and constant hood isn't the only reason she gained the title 'The Reaper'. To most people, Kana is a bloodthirsty killer who spills bodily fluids just for the thrill of it. Perhaps that isn't entirely untrue, since dragging a blade across someones flesh isn't all that unpleasant to her. To put it simply, her reputation precedes her and when it comes to destroying her enemies, her mind can become terrifyingly creative. In fact, even Kana herself is surprised to discover how twisted her imagination can be sometimes. Let's just say that one should avoid getting on her bad side.

Lastly, when around Smoke, Kana is far more open than when she is around anyone else. He knows that she carries a lot of responsibility on her shoulders and that's why she easily gets angry and sometimes takes that frustration out on others. She's very opinionated and even insulting at times, but she's still more protective of him than she is of her own life. He's someone she can rant to without worrying about him seeing her as weak for becoming flustered and confused. She has a solid shell around her, but it thins when she is in the company of her best friend. She'll still come of kind of cold and tries not to bother him too much with her problems. She can be pretty selfish, but with him it's usually the opposite.




H I S T O R Y
On the fourteenth of June sometime in the late afternoon, twenty-four year old Conalli Terisa gave birth in her small, two-bedroom home to her second daughter whom was named Kana not long after. During the time Kana was a baby her father and sister, who was seven years older, spent most of their time working in the factory near her run-down, yet somehow neat town. The living environment wasn't so bad, and since Kana's mother continued working only a few months after she was born, there was was a fair enough amount of money to get by on and still be happy. Kana was put in the hands of a slightly older woman who was close enough to her mother that the moment Kana could talk she began to call the woman 'Auntie'. Kana got along with her family very well, and she was especially close to her older sister, Shiloh, who was seven years older than her. Her father, Mason Terisa, would sometime take on extra hours at the factory, putting the extra money away so his daughters would be able to have better lives for the future. They could afford moderate meals, warm clothes, and even had a small pet dog. By the time Kana was six and old enough to start working in the factory, she jumped at the opportunity to be helping her family. She worked at the factories for a little over a year with little accidents and became a favorite of all the seniors working there. Despite the factory being such a musky, filthy place, it was Kana's favorite place to be because she liked bringing smiles to the workers there and enjoyed being able to help her family. That's when the quote "all good things come to and end" came into play. Kana and her sister were staying home while her mother and father were putting some extra, late-night hours into the town factory when an explosion was heard, faint, but noticeable enough for a majority of the doors to open and people stepped out to stare at the mass amount of smoke in the distance. The factory had caught fire.

Shiloh, fourteen at the time, ordered for her sister to stay home while she quickly turned and ran down the street towards the factory, but Kana followed anyway. Her sister was much faster at the time, and Kana finally arrived fifteen minutes after her sister had to see that the entire back and left side of the factory were blazing and burning bright with sky-high flames that slowly began to take over the right side of the factory. She hesitated for a few minutes, held back by the heat as she stood at the factory gate screaming for her sister and parents. They were taking a long time, and Kana couldn't wait any longer, she entered the building, instantly choking on the thick smoke caked inside the place and her eyes stung painfully. She'd already burned her hands by pushing open the hot metal door but continued pushing blindly through the smoke, being too focused on finding her family to even noticed that her bare legs had been cut up, her hair and dress had singed, and her arms were dotted in burn marks. Then she caught sight of her sister, kicking open a metal door that led to the sewing room. Kana made an attempt to reach her, stepping and stumbling over parts of the collapsing ceiling and metal from broken machinery, and just as she was close enough to call out to her sister, another explosion erupted and the girl was knocked to the ground.

She came to her senses a few minutes later only to realize the explosion actually come from the room beside the one her sister had just entered. The flames were high, and Kana ignored her burning hands as she tried to push open the doors, but the metal had melted together in the heat and it was impossible to open. After a short while the smoke was getting to her and she collapsed to her knees when a young boy came up beside her, also making an attempt to open the doors. Kana wasn't conscious long enough to see the result before she passed out and later woke up in a strange bed with her wounds wrapped. The boy who had saved her was named Smoke, and at first cautious, Kana soon grew to like him. She stayed in the house of the healer woman for a month before learning the small town she'd lived in was abandoned and the homes were raided and destroyed three weeks after the downfall of the local factory. It was a lot for a seven-year-old girl to grasp, but she accepted it sooner or later, leaving the healer and going off on her own. [ADDING MORE]

O T H E R
- The name of Kana's gang is 'Elegy', which is what a lament for the dead is called.

- The dress Kana wore the day the factory caught fire was handmade by her mother. Once she grew out of it, she ripped some cloth from the bottom of the dress and tied it around her left wrist and hasn't removed it since.

- Kana mostly specializes in hand-to-hand combat, but she's often seen using a black-handled, mid-lock knife as well and carries it with her at all times. She also has a small blade hidden in her left shoe and she carries a pair of brass knuckles with her in her left pocket.


Off with her Head - Icon for Hire

I'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
My skin is choking me, my feeble walls are closing in
This cell is filled with scholars easing me, they're teasing me
They told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy

How long until it starts to do me in?
I can’t give out what I’m not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed, guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death

Don't let go ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go
Save your own ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go, savior

Your way to life has only showed me what a fool I am
It serves the purpose of confirming I remain condemned
And I will ever linger on the edge
Unless you hear me

How long until it starts to do me in?
I can’t give out what I’m not breathing in
I know they'll come with what I'm owed, guilty as charged
My enemies belittle me reminding me the penalty of all my deeds despite my pleas is death

Don't let go ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go
Save your own ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go, savior

Don't let go ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go
Save your own ’cause I don't wanna be this, I don't wanna be this
Death is mine I know
Don't let go, don't let go, save your own

So begins...

Kana Terisa's Story

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The pounding sound of fists echoed against the cement walls as Kana's knuckles rhythmically struck the large, cylinder-shaped surface of a worn out punching bag that was suspended from chains connected the the cement ceiling. This was her usual morning routine; putting on a black sports bra, some baggy jeans, and practicing with the old bag. Her emerald hair was tied back into a messy pony tail and her knuckles were wrapped in bandage to cover the small wounds she'd received from the rips and tears that dotted the bags surface. The thing was years old and she'd had in hanging in her 'office' for nearly five years now and it was beginning to loose it's solid feel, but green-haired girl didn't seem to mind. She took a barely noticeable step to the side, sliding her left foot over the dusty floor and making a smooth, quick spin as she turned and planted the back of her right heel into the side of the back. It jerked to the side a good six inches and before it returned to it's original spot, Kana had planted her right foot back on the cement floor and barely a second later she continued adding a few more blows with her fists. She flinched as her right knuckle struck the surface of the bag, realizing she's split open one of the deeper cuts on the knuckle of her ring finger.

She'd call it quits for this morning.

Turning to her desk which sat to the left of the room, she picked up an old white towel and wiped the sweat drops from her forehead and the back of her neck before disappearing into the back room where she had a shower area. She didn't spend a lot of time in there, only long enough to dump a couple of buckets of cold water over herself. Soap wasn't exactly cheap and, despite the money her gang made off of robbery, trading, and making deals with other gangs, she didn't like spending that money on something so trivial and would only soap herself a couple of times a week. Hygiene and such was important, but not as important as food and clothing. She took her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders as she stepped out of the large class shower and dried herself before slipping on a pair of loose black skinny jeans and, putting on a new sports bra, throwing a plain red t-shirt. It took her a little while to get her hair completely dried and brushed out before throwing on her purple hoodie and pulling the hood over her head before leaving the shower room.

The building she was in was a long abandoned storage area, located in one of the dead spots in the city where very few people ever came to. The building consisted of four floors, three of them being underground while the top floor was left empty. Kana's office and sleeping quarters were on the third floor with both of them being in different rooms. The surface also had two more buildings similar to the one she stayed in that a majority of the other members of her gang stayed in, though some of them stayed in the building with her as well, but only the one's who'd passed her personal test of loyalty. Kana moved towards her desk, plopping down in the cushioned computer chair and propping her shoes up on the mostly empty desk. It was quite for a while with nothing but the sound of her sharpening the silver blade her pocket knife before there was a knock on the door leading out to the hallway.

"Kana, there's a customer here.

It was the voice of a member named Mark, a tall boy, nineteen-year-old boy with spiky tan hair. With the mention of a customer, Kana figured someone wandered onto the main territory with a request. "Come in." She replied flatly and the door opened. Mark came inside, followed by a smaller boy, maybe around eleven, and two other members; a red-head in his twenties named Jason and a nineteen-year-old blonde girl named Chaz. Kana removed her shoes from the top of her desk and stood up, walking around to stand in front of the smaller, brown-haired boy who clutched a beat up suitcase in his arms. "Well?" She said, peering down at the boy and sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. It was obvious the boy was nervous to be in her presence, but he replied firmly and seriously.

"They said if someone pays you enough, that you'll do them favors. My family doesn't have any place to work, and my neighbors don't have any money. The factory close to us is already packed with workers and we can't find jobs anywhere else."

"You want us to start a Murder Raid." Kana said, knowing what the boy was going to ask of them. Jason took the suitcase from the boy and set it on Kana's desk and opened it, revealing it to be packed full with middle-rate bills and it was obvious they boy probably spent a lot of time stealing and/or selling things to get to that amount. Turning around, Kana spent a little time examining the money herself before snapping the suitcase shut and moving back behind her desk as Jason handed the suitcase to Mark, who left the room with it. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a series of different maps, spreading out one in particular that showed a majority of the towns that resided near a plethora or the factories in the city. "Which one?" She said. It was silent for a moment before Chaz told the boy to point it out and he nodded and walked up to the desk, looking at the map a moment before placing his finger over one of the factories. "Tomorrow then. Steer clear of there until dawn the next day. Now," She looked over in the direction where her two subordinates, "escort the kid out and make sure he fully leaves the area." She then folded the map and replaced the maps back into the drawer they came from before walking back around the desk and passed the boy. "I'm off for a while." Was all she said as she left the room, the door closing behind her as she made her way down the hallway with her hands in her pockets.

In the City

Her stomach moaned at her and Kana let out a sigh as she pushed through the crowd. Normally she would've just showed up late to lunch at Smoke's and made up some excuse for it, but after not eating much the day before she couldn't wait to get a free meal. She kept her head down as she walked. It wasn't because she was afraid of being recognized as 'The Reaper', the nickname that everyone other than her other gang members and Smoke used for her, since that name had never been given a clear appearance, but because she didn't feel like making eye contact with anyone. Interacting with others was never her strong suit, and she preferred to keep it that way. It was a little chilly out, but nothing Kana couldn't tolerate. She'd been through much worse weather with less clothing than what she had on, so the cold never bothered her too much. As she finally reached the front of a familiar doll shop, one she visited often, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Smokey, what's for lu-", She stopped abruptly, realizing he had guests. The one girl she recognized as one of Smoke's friends who came to the shop a lot, but the man she was with was a new face Kana hadn't seen before, and this made her suspicious. She decided not to finish her sentence as she returned the hand she's used to open the door back into her hoodie pocket before walking over to Smoke's desk and taking a seat, placing her shoes up on the corner of his desk as she waited for him to finish whatever business he had. She had something important to tell him, but it could wait.

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Leo became extremely attentive as he felt Ayase tense up and looked down to see her say, "What's that?!?" He looked down the alley, adrenaline coursing through him. "I don't know. But you aren't going to find out." Leo scooped Ayase up into his arms, carrying her and running down the street and away from the alley. He would protect her. Nothing would harm her, so long as he was alive.

Eventually, he burst into the dollshop and put her down, panting slightly and looking at the people who were already in the shop. "I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." He said, looking to the people and keeping a protective hand on Ayase's shoulder, keeping her close tto himself. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?" He asked, looking to the shop keeper.

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He ate in intent silence, focused on little but the task before him. Like everything else, eating was for him a task, something which he did because it kept his body alive, functioning, and in excellent condition. He exercised for the same reasons, and took no joy in any of it. The taste of food, he scarcely noted, though it had come to mind that what he ate now was more palatable than what he’d had before. The coffee had been foreign to him the first time she’d placed it in front of him, but like everything else, he simply accepted that she was not endeavoring to kill him. That in itself had been hard enough, and for several days, he’d refused to eat or drink anything, too wary of poisons and drugs to force himself through the motions of consumption. He might know nothing of flowers, but he knew that plants could be used to make toxin.

The walk to this unknown ally of Chandra’s was mostly silent, but he didn’t even take notice. His life was mostly silent, and he didn’t mind that. He did spend a great deal of time observing his surroundings, though. It was something he was unable to stop doing any longer- constantly assessing the world about himself for signs of danger. He could climb atop the roofs from there, escape that way if he was cornered. This and that mundane household object would make for good weapons, smart enemies would ambush from behind that fence or from out of that shadowed alley. His shoulders periodically tensed, the tightening of his muscles invisible under the long, dark coat he wore from shoulder to mid-calf, collar turned up against the slight chill in the breeze. He catalogued and memorized everything he could, which was quite a lot.

Even so, he didn’t miss the spirit of the place, either, the dirty children and the threadbare clothing of their mothers and fathers. The world-weariness in the teenaged girl standing at the corner, regarding everything around her with dull suspicion. She forced a smile when she caught him observing, but he shook his head minutely and looked away, leaving her shoulders to slump and her form to sag against the façade of the nearest building once again. It smelled of smog and apathy, but even this place was better than the one he’d grown up in. Everyone here looked as though they at least slept under a roof every night, but that wasn’t enough. The idea that anyone could look at this and see that the world was as it should be prickled beneath his skin, prodding him to a slow-burning anger that smoldered only intermittently in his eyes, when he forgot to hide it.

They reached a small storefront, and Chandra led the way through, greeting the proprietor with a smile. She bade him remember his ‘manners,’ and he supposed there was no harm in it. Why it was that a few mere words could put people at ease he did not adequately comprehend, but she had assured him it was often enough. As it happened, however, this man cut to the chase, drawing Vincent’s attention from the shelves full of children’s toys and back down to him. Red eyes and hair, more slender than muscled, probably armed with something, but overall, not a fighter. A present threat, but not a particularly-egregious one. That was fine; Vincent knew well that it could be the innocent-looking ones that moved most effectively beneath notice.

His potential reply was interrupted when he caught the sound of footsteps headed for the door in. He removed himself from the direct path of the newcomer before she even arrived; there was a potential for stealth in that quiet tread that was not presently being utilized.

Indeed, when a young woman swept into the room, casually greeting the dollmaker but cutting herself off when she noticed the strangers, his eyes locked onto her presence immediately, and he tensed just slightly, tracking her movements unerringly. This woman was nothing like her friend. There was something in her demeanor and the way she moved that immediately alerted his instincts. Threat. At least if he wasn’t careful. There were times when Vincent was more wary, prowling animal than man, and such could often be the case when he recognized danger. Not so much to himself- he was quite confident in his abilities- but in general. It was the acknowledgement that he was now in what appeared to be another predator’s territory. He found himself overcome with the strange desire to fight her, though not to the death- just to see how good she was- if the skill lived up to the aura, so to speak. It was not an urge he had often, and that was more than enough to make him both wary and curious on its own.

She settled at the desk, apparently relaxed, though he wasn’t fooled. He did manage, however, to return to himself, and contemplated his words for a moment longer. “Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me,” he answered truthfully, still carefully toneless. “My name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” He kept his words intentionally vague. He wasn’t going to reveal more than he needed to until he knew this man was interested, and perhaps until the woman was gone.

Of course, at that moment, the door burst open and a man shoved his way inside, a girl perhaps a few years his junior in his arms. If he’d been a normal person with a normal understanding of such things, Vincent probably would have thought them lovers. As it was, he knew of sex but not of love, and nothing about the situation seemed to suggest that. He was more than a little irritated at the intrusion, but he supposed this was a public location and this Smoke must have had acquaintances. He chose to remain silent, scanning them both over without any indication whatsoever of his feelings on the subject. The man was clearly a warrior, though he did not present with the same predatory air as the green-haired woman did. The girl was no fighter at all, and he gathered from the man’s words that she was for some reason his charge.

Whatever was to happen, he would let it happen before he could continue further, and Vincent slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. He was armed, but the pistol was not in his coat pockets. He doubted he’d need to fight anybody, but he was always prepared to do so. His fists were simply more than adequate.

They always had been.

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"When the door opens, are you the one who stays or the one who leaves...?"



Amusing. It was the perfect adjective that Chandra could use for the current situation she was in. The rather spontaneous decision of hers to visit the doll maker's store had stirred quite an amount of people. She would not admit it to Vincent that her true intention was just for her mere amusement of taking a morning walk. Well, there was also the after thought that she wanted to procure some new dolls to take home with her. On the other and, Vincent seemed to be brooding too much for his own good even more so with his declaration to her of taking back what was his. Regardless, he needed to relax from time to time in her opinion. Adding to that, there are instances that a seemingly innocent gesture was the only trigger needed to jump-start chaos. Her ash green eyes fluttered much like an undecided butterfly on the various guests that had unwittingly entered a spider web of choices. In her own way, she observed them with fleeting interest.

However before that, Chandra had cast her eyes on Vincent. She was glad that he at least tried his best of interpreting her lessons about manners. As such, she had a rather proud smile on her lips. Nevertheless, she had noticed those eyes of pale mauve flicker ever so slightly with calculation and wariness. It effectively reminded her that he was truly intent on this plan of his. If that is the case, she would honor her pledge to him no matter what the repercussion it would have on her existence. After all, it was better than her monotonous life that could be compared to a world without color. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she opened them once again and her gaze stayed on the arrival of green-haired girl.

Recalling through her memory banks, Chandra had dragged out a fact that she is a friend of Smoke. She had seen the girl on different instances when she would grace the store to buy some dolls. At the same time, she had heard of certain gossips from the residents in this area whose hobby is to fabricate a story for their own twisted fantasies. Although, there are the occasional truths among the multitudes of erroneous information. Her name would be Kana. According to the rumors, she is an incredibly strong fighter and is a leader of gang that had earned quite the reputation. The odd fact, she seemed to be well-acquainted with the gentle-mannered doll maker. Well, there are lot of curious things in this world. It is why she believes the unexpected are the best things in life.

Noticing the slight rise in tension, Chandra opted to lower it down at her own pace. Vincent had delivered his reason for coming here. Since she had brought him here, she should take an ounce of the responsibility. However before she could speak her words, the sound of the chime echoing at the front door took her attention. This time a pair of guests were presented before them. It was like a scene from one of her fairytale books of a prince and helpless princess running towards the sunset. As such, it brought her a rather cheerful smile. But as soon as the older man spoke, the spell was dispelled for her. It gave her a sense of disappointment but it was easily replaced with curiosity as the damsel-in-distress she had labeled in her fantasy tale seemed to know Smoke as well. Then, there was something about the glue. At the same time, the two appeared to be in a hurry to get away from something. She wondered if something had happened outside.

In any case, Chandra saw this as her chance to ease the unfounded tension in her opinion reigning within the quaint store. Adding to that, it was not terrible for them to have a casual conversation with each other. After all, one could only gain allies with dialogue which are with words and the other with physical altercations. She has no problem with either the two, although, it would be quite damaging to the dolls all beautiful displayed in the store if the latter was to happen. In any case, she took out from her pocket a small pouch with contents that seemed to allude those who were seeing it. After doing so, she presented it to Smoke with a warm and courteous smile.

"I will be asking for a favor for you to listen to Vincent. As such, shall we have some tea everyone? I brought some Chrysanthemum extracts for us to enjoy together."

Her statement was not only directed to Smoke as her eyes also traveled to Kana, the older male, and his charge. She even took the opportunity to alleviate the girl who was being protected by the older man with much dedication. In her vision, the said man was like a Knight. At that thought, she faced the two and delivered a polite bow.

"My name is Chandra. I owned the Paradiso Flower Shop. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do not mind my over-brooding friend here."

After stating that, Chandra pointed at Vincent with casual humor. She knew that he would not mind her gestures as he had been quite used to it for the past weeks. Moreover, she wanted Vincent to have allies rather than mere pawns. If his goal was ever to be reached, his companions should not only be there for their own personal vendetta but also for his sake. Adding to that, she wanted to see him a bit more festive and this must be the key to unlocking it.

"You have your Knight right here before you. He will certainly protect you." Chandra commented as she pointed at the older male with a warm smile. "I wish I could have one too." She said as an afterthought. Her words were wrapped with a certain longing and cheerfulness. "Anyway, why don't you have some tea with us?" After hearing the answer, she returned her attention to Smoke with a sincere expression. "I hope you don't mind, Smoke. It will be my pleasure to repay this favor from you if you want me to." At the same time, she took the opportunity to offer her apology to Kana. She somewhat heard her incomplete greeting about having lunch in her understanding. "I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?" She ended her words while looking at Vincent with a cheerful disposition.

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Smoke grinned as he watched Kana enter his shop, "now it's a party," he laughed as he watched his green haired friend look apprehensively at his company before sitting on his stool and making herself comfortable. He tried not to wince as her shoes, dusty from the unpaved roads outside, on his table. He'd scold her for that later, but for now, he was busy entertaining.

“Chandra is here because I asked her to bring me, my name is Vincent. I seek allies for… a dangerous enterprise.” The stranger spoke, his voice emotionless. Smoke leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest while releasing a heavy sigh. Dangerous enterprises weren't his favorite things, preferring the simplicity that came with a doll shop over any overly ambitious adventures. However, he was curious. This Vincent didn't seem to be the type who'd joke around about such matters, and Smoke couldn't help but wonder what such a person would want with a dollmaker and why he'd be going on a dangerous enterprise.

"Nice to meet you, Vincent." Smoke began, bowing slightly to be polite, "if you don't mind, I'd like to hear a bit m-" His sentence was cut off short when a man and girl suddenly barged into his shop, the bells ringing shrill-ly. His eyes narrowed at the two, he recognized the man as a local officer, but the girl...

Ayase. The glue girl. A smile played at his lips.

"I'm sorry if we're intruding, I didn't want her out there." The man said, looking to Smoke and the others apprehensively. "She's here so often, I figured she would be comfortable here. Is it alright if we stay here for a little while longer?"

He smiled warmly at the pair, "of course not. Just please be careful with the dolls." His eyes went to the window, wondering why they were in such a rush, he didn't exactly want any scuffling going on in his shop, there were too many fragile dolls.

The Vincent character seemed to have gone into an agitated silence with the intrusion of Ayase and the officer, his hands going in his pockets and his lips shut tightly. Smoke found himself a bit disappointed that he wouldn't hear any more of what the odd man was planning.

He heard the small voice of Ayase and looked back to her and the officer. He couldn't tell what exactly she was saying from where he was standing, but he did hear the name Leo twice, Smoke assumed that was the officer's name, it did sound familiar now that he thought about it.

"Does the glue work well enough?"

Smoke did catch what she said that time. He grabbed the bottle from the counter and rolled it around in his hands. "Yes, thank you. It works better than the glue I can get at the local store and it's much less expensive." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to Chandra as she suggested they all talk over tea. He nodded, "you may use my kitchen to prepare it, I'm afraid I'm no good at making tea, myself." He chuckled lightly, "I have a stove and water that you are welcome to use."

"I'm sorry to have barged in on your shop like this, Smoke, sir. I wouldn't have done so were it not necessary." Smoke turned back to the Leo fellow whom he had just found out was deaf and smiled to him, waving off his apologies casually.

"It's no trouble," he assured him, "I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though."

He then turned to his green haired friend, "er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?" He then jogged to the shop door and locked it as well as changed the sign back to Closed before returning to group, making sure no one would intrude on them during their little tea party.

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A dangerous enterprise, hm?

That sounded quite interesting. Not something she'd particularly want her friend to be getting into, but she wondered if she offered her assistance if she herself would gain anything beneficial from it. Anything dangerous sounded fun to her, as long as it wasn't something idiotic. By now Kana was leaning back on the legs of the chair she sat in, her arms crossed behind her neck to support her head and her eye closed. She was listening to every word while, although she looked completely relaxed, she was making sure to keep her guard fully up now. She knew the woman as Smoke's friend, someone he trusted, and it was easy to tell this girl was pretty much harmless. As for the man with her, who'd introduced himself as Vincent, was a different story. She figured it out the moment she passed him after entering the store. He was being cautious of Kana and the aura he gave off was not one of weakness. She smirked a little as she thought of this, though the smile was hardly noticeable and the moment the door was roughly pushed opened it vanished. Her eye snapped open, narrowing suspiciously on the new arrivals for a moment until she realized the girl who was being carried by the man who'd burst in was the girl whom had been taking glue to Smoke for quite a while. Kana had only seen her a couple of times when she showed up for breakfast every once in a while, but the young girl would quickly leave without saying a word. One thing she did know was that the girl was completely harmless.

As for the man's case though..

Kana moved her arms from her neck, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and moving her crimson eye from the girl to the man who set her down and tucked her under his arm. He looked friendly enough, an his voice was somehow welcoming in a way, but there was something else under that smile. She leaned back a little more, keeping herself steady with her feet propped on Smoke's desk. Leo was his name, from what she could tell after hearing the younger girl say it. She could tell from plenty experience that this man was a fighter and violence was no mystery to him. He was almost as interesting as the white-haired man who had silenced himself rather quickly and now stood quietly with his hands in his pockets as Smoke, Chandra, and the two new arrivals began conversing amongst each other.

"I'm sorry too if I disturbed your lunch, just a few minutes would be appreciated, right Vincent?"

She looked over at Chandra, hearing her apology but not replying as the woman turned to her companion right afterwards to finish her sentence. It looked like this little meeting was going to take longer than she thought. Glancing over at the girl whom she heard was named Ayase, she clenched her teeth softly. Normally after hearing that she'd have more of a chance stealing her lunch than waiting for them to finish talking, she would've just left without saying anything, but this time she had to inform her friend about something important.

"I'm sorry ma'am, what was that? I am deaf and require lip reading to understand others, and I wasn't looking at you. I am very sorry."

Kana was pulled from her thoughts after hearing the man's reply to Chandra. The man whom Kana felt such a strong presence from was unable to hear anything? It didn't concern her all that much, but she was a little intrigued by it. Then it clicked. This man was one of the officers in the area. A young, deaf officer named Leo. She tensed slightly, scolding herself for not recognizing him earlier, yet she wasn't particularly worried about being discovered. And if she was, she'd just have to get rid of him, though it would be a pity to do something like that in front of Smoke. Not once had she ever killed someone in front of her friend. Injured, yes, but never killed, and she's rather not break that record.

"er Kana? Would you mind taking our guests coats to the back room? I'm sorry about our lunch plans, maybe tomorrow?"

She blinked at her friend surprisingly. He wanted her...to get..their coats?

What am I, your maid?

She removed her shoes from his desk, planting them on the wooden floor and standing from where she sat, ready to refuse and leave before her eyes lingered over the area where her shoes had just been. She'd left thick, dusty foot prints..

..It's not like the news I have can wait till tomorrow anyway...

Letting out a sigh, she made her way over to them and, taking a quick, stubborn glance at her friend, she held out her left arm, ready to take their coats and at the same time remaining ready to use her right hand to pull her knife out of her pocket if she needed to. She hated tea, it was always to sweet for her, but she needed to stay until she could get her friend alone and talk to him. Getting the guests coats, as agonizing as it would make her feel, would help with that.

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Frankly, he wasn’t much liking his chances of finding cooperative allies here at all. They were all so caught up in the sticky tangle-webs of useless things; the two most recent intruders seemed to have been running from what Vincent perceived as absolutely nothing at all, which did not bode well for their courage under fire. The dollmaker seemed to misinterpret his desire for privacy in speaking, and he sincerely hoped he would not be forced to repeat himself in the company of everyone present. The woman, the dangerous one, he supposed she would be of assistance, but hers was a type with which he was at least somewhat familiar, and the chances of getting her to do anything without proper incentive were low. What ‘proper incentive’ might be was something he had yet to decide.

He registered that Chandra was asking him a question, and mulled over his answer for a moment. She was, he thought, possibly backing him into a corner. It would be rude to countermand her invitation to all, he knew that. Fortunately for him, he also didn’t really care. “The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He wasn’t as risk-averse as he should be perhaps. They were here, they knew something was going on; he might as well put the whole thing out there for them to hear and see what happened. The worst case scenario would be one in which both the Kana woman and the man called Leo decided to attack him, but the chance of that was low, if her wary glance in his direction was any indication.

Vincent might be atrocious in social settings, but he could read a look like that.

When she made to take his coat, he blinked hazy purple eyes at her and shook his head, a hint of perplexity infusing the motion. “You are not a servant.” The statement was plain and unadorned, but the confusion was perhaps a little deeper than it indicated. What might have looked like a rebuke was instead a half-question. Why would a warrior behave as something else? For that was clearly what she was, and this odd domestic bit of behavior struck him oddly. Aware on some level that this was an inadequate expression, he continued. “I will keep mine.”

Indeed, he did not remove his coat when they filed into the kitchen, nor did he sit or take tea or anything of that nature. He was out-of-place here, and he felt it even more acutely now than he did when it was simply himself and Chandra in her home. He waited patiently as he was able while everyone settled themselves wherever they would and got comfortable, though he fairly radiated a kind of honed tension. It was not fear or nervousness, but something else, a little more attenuated. Caution, perhaps, or wariness. He had been raised to always be so in the company of others.

Eventually, things died down and everyone looked as well-placed as they were going to be. He took the opportunity to clear his throat and waited until the deaf man was turned so as to be able to see him before he spoke. He did not wish to repeat anything. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” His hand itched to rub at the covered spot on the base of his neck where his scar began, but he refrained.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” For all the gravity of his words, his tone was still cool, modulated, and entirely unruffled. He shrugged, a gesture he’d picked up a few years ago, and glanced over the faces of those assembled.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” The necessity spoke for itself, and either they would accept that the world needed to change or they would not. The evidence was right I front of their faces, and if they refused to see it, that wasn’t his problem.

That was already considerably more words than the recalcitrant young man averaged in a day, and so he fell silent, having said what needed to be said. What they did was entirely their business, and he was already prepared for a number of possible reactions, particularly the violent kind.

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Smoke sighed as he watched Kana begrudgingly offer to take the coats. To be quite honest, he hadn't expected her to do it at all, although he hadn't expected her to stay at all, either after she realized that they wouldn't be going for lunch as they had planned. It seemed she was simply just full of surprises today, wasn't she? He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered over to see just how much damage her boots had done to his nice work table. Just dusty prints, he could deal with that easily.

“The fainthearted, or feeble of mind, I can do without. Anyone else is welcome to hear it.” He looked up at the quiet man, addressed by Chandra as Vincent, spoke again. This time his words were just as intriguing. Smoke looked over at his green haired friend before sitting down on his stool and pulling a dustpan and brush from one of the drawers in his table. He didn't say anything, allowing the fact that he didn't leave to speak for itself as he began brushing away Kana's dust and discarding it in the waste bin. Smoke then put the brush and pan away and followed everyone into the kitchen. He found a seat closest to the entrance to the shop, just in case someone were to wander in. When he was comfortable, he sat back and waited for the stranger to speak. “I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.”

Smoke crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to look calm and cool, but his face betrayed his shock that the former king was right in front of him, in his kitchen. He quickly wiped it away, though his heart was thudding in his chest, he had believed that King Weylin had been assassinated when he disappeared from the palace, he was speaking to a dead man.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.”

The red haired boy looked down at the floor, contemplating what was said. Concerning the way he was living now, Smoke was perfectly content with the doll shop, he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. On the other hand, he was not content with living everyday with a smile on his face and a hand on his pistol when people come in to buy dolls. He didn't like the fact that the world was so corrupt that he couldn't even trust women and children, for they were the ones most often with the prizes on their heads anymore. Hell, even his best friend was a wanted criminal. He shot a glance at Kana, maybe it would be nice if they could change their quality of life. However, he wasn't sure what a few teenagers could do about any of it, even if they did have the old king on their side. Smoke was a doll maker, not a mercenary.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” It was as if Vincent had read his mind. It seemed the former king had once again fallen silent, his words heavy in the hair and its hearers contemplating their decisions.

Finally, Smoke decided to speak. "I agree with you," he said, taking a deep breath. "While I am happy with what I am doing, if it wasn't for the current state of the world, my mother would still be here making dolls with me. As you can see, she is not, she was killed by some thugs who broke in the store a long time ago. I'm not sure how much help I will be in your movement, Vincent, but I am willing to offer you what I have. I can help with transportation, I have two horses and a carriage that I use to transport supplies, but they are more than capable of transporting people and weapons if needed. I'm not sure how much a group of young adults can do to change things, but I have nothing to lose in trying."

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"An ally is an ally, right?"



Delightfully entertaining is what Chandra was opting to describe the bizarre turn of events. Furthermore, she was pleasantly glad that Vincent had been kind enough to accept her persuasive invitation. She was probably pushing her luck regarding about the sensitivities of the overthrown King. However, she finds it fun doing so despite the consequences she might receive in the long run. In any case, she was also grateful for the the hospitality that Smoke had given them which was refreshing indeed. Although, she would have to excuse herself for refusing the gesture of his green-haired friend from taking her coat. There was no need to go to that extent as she agreed with Vincent's statement. Yet, she was certain that the man had deeper insights on that than her currently.

"Thank you. But, there is no need. You're not a maid, after all."

Upon saying that, Chandra excused herself and entered the kitchen. It was not that different from hers as such it was easy to find the things she requires in preparing their tea. She meticulously made the tea along with the blooming flower accompaniment. There was no certainty that all of them would find this beautiful or appreciate the taste. However, she has confidence it could bring a bit of calming presence as that is the purpose of its scent. Soon, she was done and served to everyone present. Once everyone was settled, Vincent decided to explain what he meant earlier about a dangerous enterprise.

When it was done, Chandra wondered what the responses would be. She had no idea what path they would choose. Whatever it may be, she has a feeling that the invisible red threads would slowly enveloped them until they had no choice but to follow it. Still, it was more fun to see one struggle and to be given the fruit of futility. Looking at the tea which Vincent had yet to take, she felt a bit depressed about that. Yet, it did not show on her face as she had years of practice with that. The man must know how to communicate with other people, although, she likes him this way. Insincere things are useless in the end.

Then, the silence was broken with a favorable reply. Smoke had decided to accompany Vincent in his retribution. Taking a drink from her tea, she cast a glance at Vincent who had yet to say anything. Placing down hers on the table once more, she faced Smoke and gave a sincere smile to represent her gratitude for his assistance. Another hand in this faction is better than none at all.

"Thank you very much Smoke. We look forward working with you."

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Leo had shaken his head to the young green-haired girl as she tried to take his jacket, and he tucked Ayase behind him, not wwanting her to be rude and not trusting any of these people with her. He didn't know any of them, and didn't know whether they were violent or not. And he wasn't about to take that chance.

"I would be honored if you and Ayase would join us all for tea, though." Leo watched as Smoke's lips moved to form his words, and gave a small bow or respect. "Thank you. It is much appreciated." Leo then turned to Ayase, who was surely uncomfortable with this new change of plans. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're just going to have some tea with the people who were kind enough to allow us in and then we'll go home, okay? Nothing bad will happen." With that, he gave her a quick and small smile before turning back to the group. He saw they were all beginning to enter the kitchen, so he guided Ayase there and sat at the most available place. After a few moments, he noticed that everyone was looking at Vincent, so Leo himself turned his head to face him.

“I don’t have a name, but Vincent Weylin is what I am called. I was, for a very short time, King of New Penn, and I intend to be so once again. When first I ascended, I made the mistake of leaving loose ends; people loyal to the old king that I thought could be brought around to be loyal to their people instead. I was wrong, and I paid for my mistake.” Leo was awed. The old king here, speaking to them? Maybe there was hope for this place after all.

“I doubt most people are satisfied with the way the world is now. If you are, you’re free to continue that way, but with or without you, I will succeed. It- changing this place into something better- is what I was made to do, and so it is what I will do. I do not expect to succeed the same way I did last time; it is unlikely the general will agree to face me in single combat with the throne at stake. Therefore, I need allies.” It was true. He and Ayase weren't happy at all with their lives. In fact, he had been planning to build a boat to escape with Ayase and their darling dog. And Leo could be a rather faithful ally, if he trusted the person. But this was the king. Surely he could be trusted. In the short time he had ruled, things seemed to be going alright.

“Not all of you fight. That’s fine. Fighting is not the only useful thing to do. It is what I do. I will not make a case for the necessity of what it, only its inevitability.” Leo nodded at this statement, and waited to see if Vincent was finished speaking. He was, but then Smoke began to pledge to be loyal to the old king. Then he was thanked by another woman.

When everyone else was finished speaking, Leo stood from his chair, facing the old king. He put his hand over his heart and gave a deep bow before straightening again. "King Weylin, I will fight for you and your cause. I want the streets to be safe again, I don't want to have to worry for the lives of those I care for simply because they went outside for a few minutes. You were a great ruler when you were on the throne. I followed you then. I will follow you now." With that, Leo sat back down in his chair.