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The remnants of the mission were more of a blur of rather unremarkable events, aside from one. Ceras and IV’s continued search for the boy in the raincoat led them back through Callimar, the real Callimar, but -- yet again -- something was wrong. Gate creatures poured out of a multitude of...

Ceras flashed from form to form, desperately attempting to work her way through either the flesh around the jewel holding their target or the gem itself. Encountering a memory cerberus, however, defied her expectations. Truth be told she'd felt rather on the back foot with most of today’s...

Ceras raced through the waterlogged sky. The city was unnaturally quiet. Gone were the sounds of feet on pavement and the murmuring of the crowds. Gone were the sounds of traffic. All that was left of the boisterous city she’d left behind, not even an hour ago, were its lights. Despite the...

The sudden flip in demeanors concerned Ceras, but IV seemed willing enough, and though they’d never worked together, he didn’t seem especially out of control – so, this should work. In theory. She only hoped that she didn’t have to go deeper than the conscious mind; stirring up the subconscious...

I like the whole Secret World/Jim butcher type vibe. Definitely my kinda scene. I'll throw my hat in, assuming the bid for a RP partner is still open.

“Thanks, that should do. But he won’t be out until night, that’s when the monsters of this world strike. He lost his brother to them. Now, he wonders the night streets to avenge him-“ Despite the gloomy subject, a smile broke across his face and she could faintly feel a wellspring of joy...

"Oh, Hey-" Ceras gave small wave in Grey’s direction as he walked up towards them, though, she did have to wonder how he’d found them. Grey was still a bit of an enigma to Ceras, but they had become friends regardless. His plucky attitude was infectious – ironically. "Hello best friends! What...

It was the smell that woke her up. It reminded her of a campfire, but the smell was all around her. She rolled herself out of her bed, dressed in the little sleeping gown that her governess bought her when they visited town last week. She looked around the dark room, lit less by the moon, which...

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