Fantasy Magi: Magic Arising

[Hales]

Royce Chevlair / Piper Alyss


Royce’s legs barely touched the ground as he was “escorted” back to his cell. Every now and then, he could feel the tips of his toes or the balls of his heels drag ever so slightly, but then Brute 1 would lift him up slightly higher and he would lose contact with the earth. Royce didn’t bother to say anything about it because he knew by now the large man would not reply, although he wasn’t sure if the man the man was actually deaf or not. Royce didn’t know and he didn’t have the energy to put much thought into the matter. As the brutish man opened the door to Royce’s cell and they entered, Royce grimaced. The place always smelled foul – at one point he thought there were dead animals piled up outside the room’s walls, but that had proved false and he really couldn’t think of any other possibilities.


Royce was familiar with the procedure by now. He was brought over to the far wall and dropped. The first time it had happened, Royce had just laid there. He knew better now. If he was lazy and allowed Brute 1 to position him without being helpful, the entire process was extremely painful. Royce didn’t think the brute knew how to move without using all of his very large muscles to their full power. Royce was dropped, as usual. The pain of landing on his bruises elicited a moan from him, but he still knew to sit against the wall and lift up his arms so that Brute 1 could tie them up – the knot was always tight and Royce’s wrists were always slashed up from cuts caused by the rope. After tying him up and glaring at him on last time, the brute would leave and Royce would sit and contemplate the day’s events. It all happened the same.


Today’s questions had been fairly odd. How does magic work? How does one unseal a waypoint? Is there magic across the sea? They were all questions Royce really didn’t know the answers to which meant of course that today had been extremely painful. His hands still soaked in his own blood although they had been wrapped in bandages. Royce was also pretty sure he had at least two broken ribs and several dislocated toes. Breathing hurt, coughing hurt, the weight of his arms bearing down on his shoulders hurt. Everything hurt.


As he sat there, contemplating his own pain, Royce heard his stomach rumble. That was another problem. He got one meal every other day with water sporadically each day. His body grew thin – he could see it with his own eyes. Then another sound caught the young prince’s attention. The door was opening. Funny, he thought. It’s not usual for them to break routine. When the door opened, four people were thrown into the room with him courtesy of Brute 2 who swiftly closed the door before Royce could comment at all.


Royce took stock of his new cellmates. There were two men and two women although one of the women appeared to be more a child than an actual adult. His first instinct was to search for weapons, but he had to sigh as a brief scan showed that there were none. Any interest he may have appeared to have at first was lost as his entire body sagged. The pain of his wrists hanging, torn by the rope, was evident in his face, but he literally didn’t have the energy to support the weight on his own anymore.


“Sorry,” he said, his breath ragged and uneven. “I know I must look like hell…”


Piper Alyss

Piper was very happy to have reached the edge of the woods, at least for the time being. Her dress had continually gotten caught on the twigs and dead branches that lined the ground – it really was no place for a lady. The roads were a pleasant change to having to chop her way through the dense forestry with her Saxe knife. She still didn’t know why she had even come to Assyria in the first place – it was like something was drawing her here, but she hadn’t really been one to follow those urges any other time.


Following the road inward, Piper could see a small town laid out in front of her. There was a slightly taller building, probably an inn. One road was lined with several carts selling a plethora of supplies – fruit, flowers and the like. People were busy rushing through parts of town as though something important was about to happen, although Piper had no idea what that might be. She began walking through town, curious to see what might be so special about this place that it would draw her towards it.


As Piper walked, she realized a couple things. She definitely stood out in this small town. Her elegant white lace dress and light brown boots definitely marked her as a member of the upper class if her poise and posture didn’t give her away first. Piper could feel eyes fall upon her – not that she really cared all that much, but it still wasn’t what she was used to. The second thing she concluded was that she wasn’t being drawn specifically to the town, but to a building on the outskirts of it, which she could just make out from where she was standing. It looked fairly abandoned, actually. Piper carefully calculated what she should do next. She found herself meandering over to a fruit stand where she purchased an apple. The woman selling it smiled as she handed it to her and then beamed delightfully when Piper handed her two silver coins when the apple would in reality only cost one coin. “Thank you, my lady!” The woman’s joy was undeniable.


“You’re welcome,” Piper replied, blushing slightly. Her journey had allowed for her to forget some of the simpler things in life like the pleasure of making another person smile. Woman, she corrected herself silently in her mind.


@GiannaCoco @kira blackthorn @HighnessesReign (You were all thrown in the prison cell with Royce)


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@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Rosegurl12]

Lilly is riding her old black war horse with her puppy Ollie running behind her. Her long hair is pulled up into a braid. She is wearing black leather riding pants and black shirt. Her sword is hanging on her left side. Her bow and arrows are resting on her back. Her pendant is hidden under her shirt.


She is drawn to a place that she never been to. Her mother could not understand why she have to leave, right before another ball to take place. Her mother is always trying to get her married off. The young noblewoman sigh lighty at the thought of her hen like mother.


Her father is more understanding. He known that sometimes the person so holds the pendant have to leave and find something. But it was a legend in the family until he saw his little girl need to leave.


Lilly misses her living father, but she has a feeling that there is something bigger out there for her to do. She doesn't know what that may be.

 

[Solarknight]

Laura Ingles


Laura ruffled her blonde hair slightly as she landed hardly on the dirt floor and clambered to her feet. Laura looked around at her surrounding, and her attention was immediately grabbed by the blood dripping from the hands of the man tied to the wall. She had heard him speak earlier, apologizing for his appearance and Laura got a sense that it really wasn’t his fault. “Hello I’m Laura. Do you mind if I take a look at your hands? They don’t look too great…”


Without waiting for a reply, Laura approached the man and began to unwrap the bandages on his hands. Laura gasped at the lacerations to his skin - still bleeding although not as severely as they probably started out as. Laura sighed, cursing under her breath. She could fix this easily on a normal day; however, being captured was not an event of a normal day…


Laura stood up once again and marched to the door. Her steps were very firm and determined. Laura began banging on the door and yelled “Hey somebody! This man needs medical attention!”

 

[HighnessesReign]

Rocquel Rondrill


Nimble, calloused fingers plucked away the small amounts of lint which had begun to litter the fraying edges of the young womens dress. Scars both faded and newly formed decorated the edges of her nails, their once soft edges now chipped and ragged with a ting of brown that came with the dirt crammed under them.


With an exhausted tongue the women dragged the muscle a crossed the surface of her chapping lips longingly, having lost what supplies she had depended on a week or so before, after having been jumped by men far larger then herself.


"It'll be okay," she murmured in an attempt to remain optimistic, her strongest lust being for a small amount of supplies, the women's travels had led her to the of a forest her food supplies currently originating from the many berries she could distinguish as non-poisonous due to the knowledge she had earned from her many hours in the field with her father. The nostalgic aura of the recoluaion of where she came from caused a light smile to fall a crossed her tan expression, fingers now picking away at the small twigs littering the ends of her thick blush tinted hair.


"I'm going to be okay." The small womens trembling fingers fell into one another, her right thumb beginning to trail the interior of her hand delicately as her mother would when a storm would interfere with their homes normally sunny skies. Though just as she began to timidly pick up her speed, the sound of a flock of rocks tumbling down the slope of a hill filled her surroundings, the normally kind and organic sounds interrupted by a rough and unfitting sound. The women drew in a quick breath and began to run in her planned direction, courage non-existent as fear willed her forward and not to glance over her shoulder in case there was a persuer.


"I'm," the petite women began her sentence of self assurance though her shallow huffs of breath disrupted her words for a moment as she tumbled over roots and dragged herself out of the grip of the tress. "I'm going to be okay!" She tried again, her icy eyes widening with pure terror though slowly her intense emotions dulled and her movements became lifeless as suddenly something made contact with the back of her head. Subconsciously the women's left over emotions began to liquefy, forming into piling rivers of salty tears as she neared an unconscious state her final thought echoing eerily.


Will I?


For an excruciatingly long amount of time, the women swayed in and out of consciousness though even as she stood on the edge of opening her weak eyes, there was only darkness, hesitance and injury piling into one another and dragging her away from life, warning her of what would await her.


Pain, terror, or perhaps death.


The womens body jolted within the grasp of an unknown individual, her heart picking up to a terrifying speed as her knees began to knock into each other even as there was nothing solid below her, the tough grip of a stranger being all that was real around her.


When abruptly the aroma which entered her nostrils grew foul, burning the inside of her nose with a sensation that prickled the back of her neck and sizzled what once could conjure scents and dignify them. The words of her thoughts began to pile into her, the mentionings of death and pain intensifying her emotions. The women silently pleaing to once again lull back into the darkness of a deep temporary sleep.


Please, she cried, please.


Though her un-verbal shrieks went unnoticed or simply were ignored as finally her body met the ground, a surprisingly warm surface though as her shoulder made contact with the floor it's roughness caused her to suck in a frightful breath as her eyes grew large with alertness. The numbing sensation in her shoulder gradually dispersed but for what felt like an eternity she didn't move. Thinking and hoping that if she were to remain silent and still she'd awaken to find herself back in the forest, the occurence turning out to have been a dream


But here she was, perhaps underground and oblivious. As afraid as if she were already facing a torturer, as hopeless as if she'd never have an education or lover. As still as if already laid in a grave.


But then a unfamiliar tone fills the air, telling her what she hadn't known; that there were others in here.


With overt timidness the women slowly tugged herself up, sitting on her knees and facing who she had predicted to have spoken. Though for a moment she was unsure if she was facing either a man or a monster, the boys expression contorted by the different wounds that decorated a surely once handsome face. Without thinking she spoke up shakily,


"Oh, yes you do..." The women trailed off and when the younger girl began slamming on the door for attention with great effort she shuffled forward, rocks and other littering objects digging in her knees, the pain of the debris digging into her obvious on her expression as it turned to a slight grimace upon her feminine features. Though she halted once she was before him, her fingers itching to help in some degree. Without much thought the women readjusted her sitting position so she sat on her bottom and dragged her tied wrists to the front of her body before then pinching the neatly sown edge of her dull dress she had sown herself and tugging a section of its bottom off, the sound of the fabric ripping filling the dark, damp room.


"I'm sure I could wrap up some of those cuts, it won't heal but it might fend off infection...Just a little." The women bit her lower lip sheepishly wondering if she seemed odd for approaching a stranger she didn't know and wishing to then suddenly help with their monstrous injuries.


"Little girl, I don't think it'd be wise to slam on the door..." The women then chimed in fearful of what may occurs if they anger those outside.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Piercen yelped as she was thrown onto the harsh dirty ground. Bastards, she thought as she sat up and looked at the other people around her. There were five, six if she counted herself. That would make it harder to escape. Even more so since there seemed no easy way to escape. This thought made her smile. The best way to escape is never easy.


Standing up she moved to sit next to the male that was already in here. From the appearance of him He's been here for awhile. Smiling at him brightly she hugged her legs to her chest and was about to speak when the blonde woman who had been speaking to him screamed out the door. Annoyed she snapped at her. "If they did this to him I doubt they care about getting him medical attention. They might even do the same to you if you don't shut up. " Huffing she turned back to the male Taking note of the other female. "What do you know about this place? I need all the details even the little ones will help."

 

[sonicfreak101]

Dexter and Maddie

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Lost

“Dexter! Dexter!” Maddie cried, running down the street in a panic. Tears streamed down her face as she frantically looked for any sign of her brother. She didn’t think she was talking to the women at the fruit stand for very long but as soon as she turned around her brother, who usually followed her like a shadow, was no where to be seen.


“Dexter! Where are you?” Maddie turned down an alleyway and ran smack into another person. Maddie tumbled to the ground and looked up frantically. The person in front of her was much taller than her brother, with auburn hair and sported far too many bracelets and earrings.


“I’m so sorry!” She cried.


Captured

Dexter did not like getting man handled. He especially didn’t like being forcibly kidnapped and separated from his little sister.


“I swear to god once I get free I’m going to kill you in the most painful way possible.” He threatened his captor. The man just grinned at him and forced him and five other captives forward. Suddenly they came across a door that the giant of a man pushed open and threw the six of them inside. Once in the room Dexter spun around to try to get a blow in on his kidnapper when the door was slammed in his face and locked securely. Dexter growled and beat on the door.


“Get back here so I can kill you!” He screamed as he heard the footsteps recede. He punched the door one last time before turning to inspect the room he was being held prisoner in. He wasn’t all that surprised to find a young man tied to the wall beaten black and blue with blood running down his hands.


“Sorry,” he said, his breath ragged and uneven. “I know I must look like hell…”


“Damn right you do.” Dexter agreed. While he wasn’t surprised that their were other prisoners. he was confused as to why this young man was the only one restrained. Dexter moved towards him cautiously. Despite the fact that it seemed that the young brunette didn’t pose a threat, Dexter was reluctant to untie him. He didn’t know a thing about him or any of his fellow captives for that matter. He’s seen people with worse injures put up a hell of a fight and he didn’t want any more enemies then he already had. But perhaps this was his chance to finally get some answers. Dexter pushed past three of the girls to approach him.


“If I untie you will you tell me what the hell is going on here?” He offered the young man.

 

[DeadgurlXD]

Marion and Haru


“Haru!? HARU!?” Marion shouted at the top of his lungs as we wandered around looking for his partner. He peeked into an alleyway but no one was there. He ran his hands through his hair frantically and turned his back to the alley. “Haru if this is because of that stable boy I SWEAR I was only talking to him!!” Marion called out hoping for a reply. He waited for a few seconds but heard nothing. Putting a hand on the bridge of his nose he took a deep breath. “Where are you?” He whispered in a worried tone.


“Dexter! Where are you?” Marion heard a voice call from behind him right before something slammed into his legs. He took a step forward to regain his balance before whipping around to see what hit him. His gaze softened when he saw a little girl with messy blond hair sitting on the ground looking up at him. “I’m so sorry!” she said matching the voice that he heard just moments ago. Pushing a strand of auburn hair out of his face he squatted down, resting his forearms on his knees.


“It’s alright. Are you looking for someone too, sweetheart?” He asked thoughtfully. His dark eyes gazed into her blue ones.


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Haru had no idea what was happening. He was jumped when Marion ran off to look at some jewelry, like he needed any more. He rolled his eyes underneath his closed eyelids. He didn’t want to make his captors angry. He was easily taken by these men as he refused to fight them, as a result he was rewarded with not being hurt. He glanced around him at the other prisoners: four women and another man.


“ –I’ll kill you in the most painful way possible.” Haru caught the tail end of what the other man had said causing his eyes to grow wide. He was sure there could be a way out of this without need for such violence as killing. Although, he looked around him at the dark hallways, it might be more difficult than fighting. They were shoved inside of a room and Haru heard the door close behind him. “Get back here so I can kill you!” He heard the other man yell behind him. He smiled and shook his head at the man, his fearlessness reminded him of Marion. Haru hoped his partner was doing alright without him. He then turned to gaze upon the gruesome sight of a bloody, tied up man.


“Sorry, I know I must look like hell.” The man said. Haru’s eyes grew wide, the man was alive?! One of the ladies - more like child - that was with them in the room seemed to want to address the man's wounds. He watched the little blond go and pound on the door insisting that the bloody man needed medical attention.


"Little girl, I don't think it'd be wise to slam on the door..." One of the other ladies, one with pink hair, commented on the child's actions. Haru nodded along with her and another little girl with lighter blond hair than first agreed as well. She seemed to go about it in a much harsher way however.


"Best not to make our captors angry, little miss." He stated before turning back to face the blood covered man. "Are you alright?” Haru wondered, his green eyes straining to meet his brown ones. He heard the other man make a deal of untying the bloody one for information. “Don’t be so harsh, young sir, this man looks like he has had it much worse off than us.” Haru criticized the other man. He took a few steps toward the bloody man. “Here let me untie you.” He offered.


@Hales @sonicfreak101 @kira blackthorn @HighnessesReign @Kyra


Legend:


Marion


Haru


Royce


Maddie


Dexter


Rocquel

 

[chamomile]

Adeline


After Adeline was thrown into the cell, she took note of her surroundings. She was thrown in with two men and two women, all considerately older than her except for one, a girl, into a cell with no windows. The cell she was thrown in had an inhabitant of a man, older than her, injured and wearing restraints. She viewed this weird momentarily before ignoring it. The cold stony floor made a bruise on her left knee but otherwise, she's fine. She got up and inspect her dress, brush off the dirt and looked at her bruise. The others seem to have gotten up and confront the man in restraints. She, being too shy, decided against it and sat on the ground. She looked outside to the direction they took her bag. She missed her bow already. She looked at her neck. *At least I still have this lucky charm* she thought to herself. She subconsciously brushed her hair as she stared deep in thought, questions fluttering through her mind.

 

[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Near Assyria

Zero lay casually draped over the branches of a tall, twisted oak tree, somewhere deep in a forest near Assyria. His eyes were closed, his face expressionless, the soft rise and fall of his chest the only sign that he was actually alive.

Slowly, his eyelids flickered open. He groaned softly, grimacing, throwing his arm over his eyes against the bright golden sunlight streaming through the foliage, dappling his surroundings with gently shifting shadows. Too bright.

He lay there for a long while, simply listening to the forest around him. It was quiet, birdsong and the rustling of leaves being the only sounds. He enjoyed the peace. Towns and crowds weren't really his thing.

Zero yawned widely as he sleepily sat up, shaking the leaves out of his hair. But out of his blurry vision, there was a flash of red somewhere on the forest floor. Red freaking riding hood? He pinched himself, but he didn't wake up. Well then. I must be going crazy.

Zero sighed, sliding off of his branch and dropping to the ground, landing in a crouch. He rose to his feet, but still rather unstable, wobbled around like he was drunk before he eventually fell face first into the leaves clustered at the base of the tree. He was instantly asleep once more.

~ A while later ~

After the stressful task of removing all the leaves that had somehow worked their way into his clothes while he had slept, Zero eventually continued on through the forest. He couldn't explain how he knew where he was going, or why, but he just followed his feet.

Subconsciously, he reached up to touch the icy metal of the pendant he wore on a fine silver chain around his neck. Was it the pendant leading him on? But Zero shook his head, the corners of his lips twitching as he dismissed those fanciful thoughts. However, this pendant had been on his mind recently, something just lurking on the edge of his consciousness. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, and it was driving him crazy.​

 

[Altera]

Ciara Niera Albaria






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Blowing gently into her precious ocarina, Ciara drew out a long note, letting it carry across the dusty road to the ears of her current companions. She'd left home after a disagreement with her father and his 'woman' and decided to follow the road. She'd left some while ago and so far the trip had been all in all, rather boring. She'd managed to pick up a ride with a merchant caravan leaving the city so that much helped her pace, and the soreness of her legs. It was a simple exchange. Make their journey more enjoyable with her talents and they'd take her as far as they could so long as it was in their path. Luckily for her, it happened to be just so. Her destination was the city of Arythrin and they were going farther than that, but planned a brief stop within the city. She was unsure why she'd decided on that particular city, but she always followed her gut instinct, and that's where it was telling her to go.





Following the note, she blew into the small ocarina, the notes coming out in perfect harmony, a sweet, lively tune emanating from her place on the back of the wagon. "It won't be long now, lass." The driver called back from his spot. He spoke with an odd accent she couldn't place, but it was of little concern to her. Odd accents were as common as the mosquitoes buzzing about Ashport in the humid summer. She wrapped up the melody a few minutes later, never one to leave a piece unfinished, and pulled the wooden instrument from her lips. "Thank you, sir. And thank you again for this much appreciated ride!" The man chuckled. She'd already thanked him several times in a similar fashion and would likely do so at least once more once they arrived. He remained silent and Ciara picked a song for her next entertainment. Flexing her voice a bit first, she soon began to sing, full of energy and passion.

Caress the tales


And they will dream you real


A storyteller's game,


Lips that intoxicate


The core of all life


Is a limitless chest of tales . . .
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Upon arrival in Arythrin, Ciara dismounted from the back of the carriage and dusted her backside off, loose hay falling to the ground slowly. She moved to the front of the wagon and went to thank the wagon driver once more, but he stopped her before she even had a word out. "We had a deal, lass. One that you upheld, and exceeded even." He took her hand and dropped a few coins into it. "You seem to be a wanderer. That should help you find a place to stay for a night or two until you find something better." He patted her shoulder and she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, sir. I'll make sure your generosity doesn't go to waste." He gave a nod and pulled himself back into the seat of the wagon. "See that you don't." With that, he ushered his horses on further into the city, leaving Ciara on her own as she stuffed the coins into the small coin purse she had. With that, she looked around the city, taking it in. It's no Ashport . . . Of that, she was certain. It felt distant, and strange, but inviting and something. There was that feeling again. The one she couldn't explain, but felt ever drawn towards. It lingered out in the outskirts of the city, away from the main hustle and bustle. Perhaps, she thought, there's a reasonably priced inn and tavern there. With that in mind, she began to make her way further into the city, but still remained in the outskirts, searching out a place to rest, possibly earn a few more coins, and learn more of the city. There were few better places for such things than a good tavern. Some spiced ale sounds nice too . . . Her stomach grumbled. And food. With a short chuckle to herself, she began to search in earnest.

 

[Hales]

Royce Chevlair / Piper Alyss


Royce winced slightly as the child - she had introduced herself as Laura - removed the bandages on his hands. The shock on her face told him that they did not look pretty, although Royce couldn’t actually see them himself. He was even further astonished by the guts this child displayed when she proceeded to bang on the door repeatedly demanding medical attention. “Child!” Royce called, coughing at the excess effort which he hadn’t been intending to expend. He glanced over all of the people in front of him and decided that it wasn’t worth it to refuse their help.


“If you could untie me, I think I could shed some light on a couple things,” he huffed - his voice quiet but audible. Royce grimaced a bit as the blonde male untied him. The force of gravity on his arms was a bit much and his arms just sunk, his entire body slouching with him. Royce really tried to pull himself into a proper sitting position, but movement just wasn’t working. He resigned to his slouch - at least it wasn’t quite as painful as being tied up had been.


“I don’t know how long I’ve been here… maybe a couple weeks? Days blur together…” He stopped, collecting his train of thought. “Every day, Brute 1 comes in and takes me to see the doctor and when I come back I collapse into a forced sleep. There is just no energy left in me to watch whatever might be going on. There’s another brute too - Brute 2. He’s the bigger one. He threw you in here. There’s also a girl. I don’t know much about her though. Brute 1 and Brute 2 don’t talk - at least not to me.” Royce watched them for reactions, questions, anything. “They ask a lot about magic…”


At this point, Royce was completely out of breath and anyone with a decent pair of eyes would have been able to figure that much out. His eyes blinked as though he might pass out and then they widened again in shock as he saw a pendant around one of his cellmates’ necks. “Were you drawn here?!” he practically exclaimed although he started hacking long before he finished the sentence. His attention turned to the brick wall behind him and his fingers clumsily plucked at a brick pulling it out of the wall to reveal another pendant, this one glowing with a visible violet aura. “It worked!” he breathed in a celebratory manner before promptly passing out.


Piper Alyss

Piper felt the gentlest of taps on the shoulder, but even the gentlest of taps could surprise her. Piper’s hand slipped down to the slit within her dress and she drew her saxe knife while turning. She jumped back slightly upon realizing how close the man was to her, but she did smile. “I’m sorry,” she said apologetically, but not too apologetically. One of the first things she noticed was that he was a man. Piper may have jumped the gun by drawing a knife, but it had been he who surprised her in the first place.


Piper spun the knife expertly in her hand before slipping it back through the slit in her dress into its sheath as she listened to his question. Confusion was evident upon her face as she contemplated what he said. So, she thought, I’m not the only one who finds this place to be odd. She took a bite out of her apple before answering. “I wish I knew the answers… There’s certainly nothing fun.” She rolled her eyes at the mere suggestion of such a thing as she began walking towards the building she had noted earlier. Piper glanced behind her to see if the man was following. She really hoped he wasn’t.


@GiannaCoco @HighnessesReign

 

[kira blackthorn]

Piercen scrawled a little as others began crowding around her and the man. How rude could one be? She thought as she waited for everyone to settle down so she could get the answers she needs to get out of here. The man is released and her anger shimmers to nothing as he began speaking and rather he knows it or not answered many of her questions both asked and unasked.


“I don’t know how long I’ve been here… maybe a couple weeks? Days blur together…” He stopped then continued. “Every day, Brute 1 comes in and takes me to see the doctor and when I come back I collapse into a forced sleep. There is just no energy left in me to watch whatever might be going on. There’s another brute too - Brute 2. He’s the bigger one. He threw you in here. There’s also a girl. I don’t know much about her though. Brute 1 and Brute 2 don’t talk - at least not to me. They ask a lot about magic…”


The bit about magic shocks her a little Yet, she gets over it quickly as there are other things to worry about. Though the thought it brought about remains like a little annoying voice in the back of her mind. Why would they be interested in magic? To distract herself she stood and was about to question everyone on their belongings that they have on them in case she could make use of them to get them out. However before she could do anything the man spoke again.


“Were you drawn here?!” he practically exclaimed although he started hacking long before he finished the sentence. His attention turned to the brick wall behind him and his fingers clumsily plucked at a brick pulling it out of the wall to reveal a pendant, glowing with a visible violet aura. “It worked!” he breathed in a celebratory manner before promptly passing out. Blinking Piercens hand instinctively clutched at her own pendant as she wondered what just happened.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Roa, element: Air

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"Just fake it." Roa whispered to the young asassin. He had tried to attack her employer. He was easily beaten back, however her employer had commanded her to chop off a hand. Roa wasn't one to approve of corporal punishment so she decided to fake it. With a strong slash Roa glared down at the young assassin "know that if I see you again I will take more than your hand understand?" The assassin nodded frantically and ran off into the streets. Roa turned back to her employer. "See nothing to worry about. Everthing is safe Duke Winchester." She bowed to him and smiled "now allow me to complete my mission by taking you safely back home." She motioned for him to enter into the carriage. He stepped in and Roa followed behind him.


The carriage herded as they began their way up to the large estate. Most of the ride was met with silence. Consisting of Roa looking out the window for potential threats and the Duke staring at her. After a long period of silence the Duke spoke up. "Woman, you have been my guard for hire for a month now." Roa internally groaned as the Duke called her Woman. There was nothing more demeaning than trying to show superiority based on gender. It was as if saying she was female didn't make her a capable warrior, knight and bodyguard. She turned her attention away from surveying the land to look at the duke. "Yes sir, the contract was for one month." The duke cleared his throat and continued. "Due to... recent events I was wondering if you would consider being a part of my personal guard, permanently." Roa looked at the man for a moment taking the weight of the proposal all in. As they entered into the gates of the estate Roa spoke. "I am deeply honored by your request, however I must decline. I will complete my mission and leave you." The Duke looked at her for a moment and then sighed. "Very well. Know that I am grateful for all you have done for me." The carriage pulled up to the front door and the Duke got out. Roa followed behind and gave him one last bow as he entered the house.


Roa felt the weight of the job float away as she had sucessfully acomplished another job. Roa gave a long sigh and stretched, her hands high up to the sky. She exhaled and began to walk back down the path. Roa had been delivered her final payment this morning so now she had nothing to hold her here. She left the estate and began to walk down the path. Then jog, then she was running down the path and towards the heavily populated area once again. She was free she was so happy she could have shouted up into the heavens. She was so excited and full of energy. She didn't know why, but she was drawn back into town, by something. She clutched her chest where the centerpiece of her armor held her pendant. It was as if she could feel the energy rising from the pendant and into her body. Although, that can't be possible her pendant was merely a good luck charm from her master, nothing more. She was running down the path where near a tree she spotted a girl and her horse (@Rosegurl12 ) in the distance. "Ah good day to you miss!"


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[chamomile]

Adeline


Adeline woke from her deep thought. She heard the tied man said something and stood. The man was currently unbound, probably untied by one of her cellmates. The man told them his story, how he was treated since he was here, about the brutes guarding him, and a mysterious girl. She saw the his eyes widened slightly, and exclaimed. He opened up a hole in the brick wall, in it, sat a shiny violet pendant, similar to hers and he exclaimed seemingly happy, before passing out. *He must be tired* she obviously thought. She looked at her own pendant, then at her other cellmates'.


She guessed that if she want to live with these people, she might as well know their names. So she mustered up her courage, walked towards her crowding cellmates and plastered her brightest smile. "Um..." she began, playing with her fingers nervously. "I think it's probably best if everyone gets to know each other" she said, looking around. "I'll start then" she said, gesturing to herself. "I'm Adeline Chalice Reuvan, 13 from Ashpor, y-you can call me Ad if you want to. I do archery" she spoke softly and added an extra information of her skills, just so they know who to run to. "Nice meeting you all"


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Rocquel Rondrill


Calloused fingers tips grasped the entirety of the crumbled cloth within the shared palms, uneven nails knawed upon by anxious teeth surrounded with edges of frayed skin. A surface the young women commonly found herself picking at subconsciously with the same cracked nails by default her fingers enjoying the sensation of simply playing with what trinkets she may be capable of creating contact with, giving her a feeling as im though she's actually doing something even as she may sit still; just as she was now. The womens vibrant icy eyes devoured by the darkness of her pupil as it faught for what light it may be capable of capturing within its blackness which mimicked the never ending appearance of an abyss.


As a child the women had always been complimented by her parents for her keen ears which absorbed far more information then any glance she may make. Though as the man before her spoke, even she strained to pick through the raspiness which had been produced from a lack of water and attempt to fight past the poor pronunciation the mans busted lip produced, the injuries which slurred his words into one another and causing him to sound just as a drunken sailor would, though he held not the same air. As the individual spoke and the women listened critically to each point of information the man radiated an aura of confidence and oddly hope and emotion the girl suspected to be difficult to substain when in such quarters that imitated te same scent as the undead that may have at one pout lived in these same cell.


It was intriguing.


The womens grip on the torn cloth of her dress intensified, her fingers digging through the fabric and injecting her uneven nails into the tenderness of her clammy palms.


How had she ended up in such a retched area, for what reason had she been dragged into such a scenario she personally knew nothing of. As the mans voice fell more soft, and the drowsiness the stress produced fell upon him the women's fingers without much thought gradually trailed up to her neck where she skimmed the surface of her recent present from her mother, the shimmering pendent she was grateful for not being stolen. The thin thread which kept the accessory together hung loosely around her delicate neck, the pendent laying casually within the center of her collarbones, just to the right of her birth mark which mimicked the shape of what her father said was a sheep.


Just as suddenly the man acknowledged her presence with wide astonished eyes, though ones full of blistering happiness as apparent as the sun on a cloudless day. To then question her on whether she had been drawn here, as if she had a choice though then the odd presence she felt along her travels fell upon her chest once more and the pendent seemed to grow in weight around her neck.


"I felt like I had to go somewhere, I didn't know where I was going but for some reason I was certain I was going the right way..." The women murmured in a quiet tone though as she continued on with her statement she grew in volume in an attempt to be heard over the strangers exhausted hacks of large proportions. Then silently sat by atop her knees as she observed his actions quizzically, interested in what he may be doing when she was shocked by the sight which was before her.


A pendent of her owns design though one radiating a purple aura, an airy substance as thin and transparent as smoke but obvious to the eyes.


"What wor-" She had begun to question, concern etched in her tone, fearful that the man may have recently lost what real sanity he had once before but had been interrupted when just as it should have before, the exhaustion of hat days events fell upon his shoulders and delicately his eyes fluttered shut before he fell against the wall in a very unflattering manner.


"I don't suppose anyone may have some thread of some sort? It'd be best to try and fix a few of the more painful injuries now on this eccentric fellow while he's out."


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[The Suspicious Eye]

Roa sped to a quick stop dust flying up as she halted. She turned around her hair flowed around as she turned around the woman. There was a big grin plastered on her face and she walked over. She waved to the dog. Oh a puppy! How cute! Hi there! She thought as she made her way closer to the two. Roa flipped her hair and smiled her tone a little arrogant. "Oh please don't call me ma'am I'm only nineteen, years young afterall." She nearly sang the last words. Roa was proud of three things, her beautiful body, her unimaginable skill and her amazing personality. Needless to to say Roa and humility were worlds apart from eachother.


Shw stood in front of her all 5'9" of her and grinned. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down to her. "Pray tell, what is a young maiden like yourself doing unescorted? As I knight I cannot allow this." She bowed to the maiden. The motion was smooth and graceful, it was blatantly obvious that she had been trained by professionals. Her tone was softer and soothing, like a whole other person. "Please allow me to escort you to your destination. It wold be my honor."


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[DeadgurlXD]

Marion Horn, Haru Hickory, Dexter Hawthorn, Maddie Hawthorn

Stranger Danger​

“It’s alright. Are you looking for someone too, sweetheart?” Maddie gazed up at the strange man in front of her.


“M-My brother.” Maddie sniveled, remembering that she had lost her only family. “I lost my brother. I was talking to someone and then he was- he was…” Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she tried desperately to wipe them away.


Marion couldn’t believe his eyes, this poor girl was crying in front of him. His arms suddenly wrapped around the girl and he lifted her into the air, in a hug. “It’ll be okay, honey! How about I help you find that brother of yours, huh?” Marion shouted, tears about to stream down his own face at the girl.


Maddie tears ebbed as the stranger picked her up and offered his help. She felt as if she could hear her brother yelling at her about ‘stranger danger’ but there was no danger here, right? This guy was going to help her. “Thanks Mister.”


“Marion, my dear, call me Marion.” He stated, setting the girl back down on the ground.


“I’m Maddie!” The little girl beamed at him, grabbing his hand. Marion smiled as the girl grabbed his hand.


“Thats such an adorable name!” He exclaimed. The two began to walk down the street together. “I seem to have lost someone as well. Will you help me find my Haru?”


“Of course!” Maddie chirped. “But where should we start?”


He glanced up from the girl and looked around them. “You, know, I’ve got a good feeling about this direction.”


Don't Touch It!

Dexter glared at the blonde man next to as he untied the other man. “Well maybe I’m just not as naive as you to think that just because someone is injured that they can’t be dangerous.”


Haru sighed inwardly at the other man, but kept to himself. Haru didn’t want to start a fight. Haru and Dexter listened quietly as the man explained their situation. Suddenly the young man’s eyes focused on one of the pendants hanging off of one of their fellow prisoners necks.


“Were you drawn here?!” he practically exclaimed although he started hacking long before he finished the sentence. His attention turned to the brick wall behind him and his fingers clumsily plucked at a brick pulling it out of the wall to reveal another pendant, this one glowing with a visible violet aura. “It worked!” he breathed in a celebratory manner before promptly passing out.


“Hey!” Dexter exclaimed, kneeling down next to the man. He gently tapped the man’s face in an attempt to rouse him to no effect. Dexter sighed in exasperation. “Well that was helpful.” He grumbled. Suddenly one of the girls behind him spoke up.


"Um..." she began, playing with her fingers nervously. "I think it's probably best if everyone gets to know each other" she said, looking around. "I'll start then" she said, gesturing to herself. "I'm Adeline Chalice Reuvan, 13 from Ashpor, y-you can call me Ad if you want to. I do archery" she spoke softly and added an extra information of her skills, just so they know who to run. "Nice meeting you all"


“I’d rather we didn’t meet under such terrible circumstances.” Dexter grunted. “My name is Dexter though if you must know.” He turned away from her to inspect the pendent that Royce pulled out of the wall. It looked similar to the one he had but it glowed with a purple aura. It must be important for him to hide it from his captors. Dexter cautiously reached to pick it up and examine it.


“Pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Adeline, my name is Haru.” replied Haru, bowly slightly to Adeline. Suddenly he saw Dexter reach for the pendent that the man had dropped. “Hey! Be careful with that, it’s not yours!” Haru chastised Dexter as he picked up the unconscious man’s pendent and compared it to his own that he pulled out from the confines of his scarf.


“I’m just looking!” Dexter shoot back. “This pendent must be important if he went through the trouble to hide it. Not to mention he said something about ‘it’ drawing us here. Perhaps this is a trap to lure us here... no that doesn't make sense. Then why would he bother to hide it…?” Dexter scratched his head in thought. “Perhaps it’s some sort of homing beacon in order to summon help. He did mention something about magic. Maybe that’s what brought us here.”


Haru gave a shaky obviously fake laugh at Dexter. “Magic? But I thought the magic here vanished a long time ago?” He commented.


“Well I’m just offering up some ideas!” Dexter huffed. “I don’t see you coming up with anything to help.” Dexter turned back to the pendent, turning it over in his hands thoughtfully.


As soon as Dexter turned his back to him Haru threw his hands the air innocently, his eyes wide in a sort of dramatically sarcastic way.


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Legend:


Haru Hickory


Marion Horn


Dexter Hawthorn


Dexter's thoughts


Maddie Hawthorn


Royce


Adeline Chalice Reuvan

 

[Aurelia]

Sukana Kyrune

​

Gently, Sukana let go of the leaf from between her fingertips and watched it drop into the creek. Like a cloud in swift wind, it floated off with ease. Perched on a rock, she watched, taking measured sips from her waterskin. The stream was so clear she could see the sky in it… not unlike the one where she'd found the pendant. Sukana had been twelve then – half a lifetime ago – and she had crafted it into the necklace that now rested between her collarbones.


She placed the waterskin in her rucksack and hopped onto some springy moss. It felt wrong to stay in one place for too long, and think strange thoughts about the past.


Instead of following the path of the natural clearing, she was drawn to a direction through the line of trees. It didn't make sense to travel where the forest was dense, but Sukana found herself threading her way through the thick foliage. The ferns that brushed her long legs hardly slowed her down.


Then, unexpectedly, a town.


She stepped out from where woods abruptly ended. A light rain that was more of a mist dampened her bare skin. Before her was one of the largest settlements she'd ever seen, with people and wagons milling about, most going toward the center of town. Idle chatter filled the air, but the longer she listened, the more it took on a different quality. The atmosphere seemed heavier here. A faint tingle pulsed from her fingertips to her heart, causing her chest to flutter. Xochi's feathery tail swept her neck as he alighted on her left shoulder. He was surprisingly silent, as if he knew what she was feeling.


Circling the edge of town, she looked on without knowing what she was looking for. Sukana couldn't place the source of her unease, but a solitary girl caught her attention. She had striking fiery hair, yet that wasn't the thing that was odd. It was the way she was moving, walking like she wasn't sure where she was going, but not completely lost. There was something familiar about it.


"Is there something you’re looking for? I just got here myself," Sukana said as she approached her. With an outstretched hand, she set her spear upright into the ground. Xochi let out a high trill. "…This place is strange, isn’t it?"


Her eyes looked down at the girl, then at a building in the distance, one she couldn't quite pull her gaze from.

@Ashen Wraith

 

[chamomile]

Adeline


Adeline smiled at the two gentlemen who introduced themselves to her. *Dexter and Haru* she spoke the names in her head, memorizing it. She waited patiently for the others to do the same. Her hands won't stop trembling out of fear? Nervousness? Excitement or anticipation? Maybe all combined. Adeline would never know. Almost all of her cell mates has a pendant hung around their necks. She eyed them curiously, had a thought about Dexter's suggestions and stared in deep thought of its possibilities. Her mind flew off course and into the memories of an infinite series of moments.


"I don't suppose anyone may have some thread of some sort? It'd be best to try and fix a few of the more painful injuries now on this eccentric fellow while he's out." A soft voice spoke, causing Adeline wake up from her trance and glanced behind her towards the source of the voice. Her grey-blue eyes rested on a gentle looking women. Adeline examined her. Her face was beautiful and somewhat fragile, the way she spoke was very formal, and hung around her neck was a pendant. *Thread?* she thought and her eyes drifted to her worn out sleeves. It's been two years since she stopped changing from this outfit. Of course it had an occasional wash when she was bathing to improve its scent. She pulled against one of the thread and it snapped in two. She offered the thread to the woman and smiled, "Sorry, it's kind of... contaminated" she whispered, looking apologetic.





@sonicfreak101 @HighnessesReign @Kyra @kira blackthorn

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Roa stood up straight and smiled "I take no offense." She looked at the dog running around and smiled. Roa really didnt like animals, but they have always seemed to love to be around her. She looked at the young woman as she accepted her offer. Very well I have a new mission. Escort this young woman to her destination, it is my Knightly duty.


Roa's eyes became focused and she smiled to the young woman "it is not odd at all mi'lady. Intuition is a powerful tool and far more prevalent than we assume." She was in her knightly mode, calm and kind. She smiled to the woman "seeing as you are being led by intuition, I will follow your lead mi'lady." She bowed and took a step to the right waiting for the woman to begin.


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[HighnessesReign]

Rocquel Rondrill


The trembling fingers of the women gradually trailed to the thin rough cartilage of her left ear, fingertips fumbling a moment with a hidden item pierced through the skin of her tanned ear. She worked hesitantly by the flesh protruding from the side of her head, careful to not prick herself with the apparent spike on the edge pointing away from her. Then with a soft breath she slid the metal pin out of her ear and held it out in her hands delicatly as she turned to a fair girl before her.


"Oh thank you Ms. Addy it'll do just fine." The women grinned as she spoke hoping to ease the girl before her who was none the less fairly adorable despite the dirt and grime which decorated the surface of her doll like skin just as it did with many of the others including herself. Though the darkness in the room the women caught sight easily of the young girls bright wide gaze which caught the straying light. With tender hands the women retrieved the generous thread of the young child, and with practiced fingers threaded it through the tip of the needle in a single try and with another small breath her normally shaking hands fell surprisingly steady as they began to work on a particular injury decorating the mans upper arm.


In smooth fluid motions she drew the needle through the upper layers of the males disgustingly discolored skin. As she drew the needle up from the depths of his arm once more she halted the ryhthmic pattern of sowing with a gentle tug, praying the man wouldn't stir awake before taking in another soft breath in an attempt to calm her feverish nerves.


As the women worked she tried to imagine the mans limb as instead fabric, making it seem the same as hemming a dress, simply trailing the edges or doing patchwork.


"My name is Rocquel by the way, it's nice to meet you all." Rocquel despite the blood which decorated the string clenched the edge in between her teeth and quickly snapped the string, leaving a familiar taste of iron in her mouth, one she'd get each time she bit her lip to hard despite her mothers warnings not to do. "It's poor that we have to meet under such bad conditions, you all seem like kind people." The women as she tied a minuscule knot with the remaining thread spoke in a peppy tone attempting to ease the strain which had befallen the humid air causing the once easy task of breathing to become difficult.


The womens chapped lips curved upwards into a genuine grin once more, her mind straining to push away their dreary surroundings and attempting to trick herself into believing that the red substance that clung to her skin was actually from her fathers leaky pen that stained whoevers skin it made contact with while she continued her tedious activity.


Rocquel had gradually began to wrap the other wounds covering the man with the fabric of her lower skirt generously, though she was notably strict upon how much she use, determined to remain in a modest appearance. Finally after a couple of minutes longer the young women had completed her given task of fixing what she could and did just as her mother would when she would and had hurt herself.


"May these wounds heal, and become but a memory." After such words soundlessly Rocquel moved a hand beneath the edge of her sleeve and set the metal sliver atop her wrist and dragged it quietly over the fabric as it was pinched between her fingertips, cleaning it's surface before returning it to its past position in the cartilage of her ear uncaring of what infections it may bring as she has done so many times before.


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[Altera]

Ciara Niera Albaria

​

"Bwah!" Came the undignified response. Ciara twirled on her heal and put her fists up as a simple reaction. One didn't get far in the rougher parts of Ashport acting with hesitation. Upon seeing the owner of the voice didn't mean any harm and had only asked her a simple question, she quit her stance and chuckled, somewhat embarrassed. While the woman had certainly said nothing alarming, Ciara had been much too caught up in her own thoughts and musings to realize anyone was near her, much less addressing her. "Ah, uhm, sorry about that. New places always have me on edge . . ." She explained, hoping to not have offended the girl. She cast a quick eye over her new acquaintance, noting the spear first, followed by her state of dress, and then to the parrot on her shoulder after it drew her eyes with its trill.


She gave a nod, answering both of the girl's questions with one action. "I am, and it is . . . The problem is, I don't know what nor why." It really was a rather puzzling feeling. The one that sat in the core of her being, beckoning, but always seeming just out of reach. It was a confounding, desperate feeling. One that she both wanted to stay and to end immediately. More so than that, she was curious. Curious as to what could possibly be drawing her so . . . Her gaze drifted off to the building she'd been previously focused on before returning to the newcomer a few moments later. "Ah, where are my manners though? I'm Ciara." She introduced herself with a flourish, as she often did. It was a habit she picked up from one of the minstrels passing through Ashport. For some reason, it simply felt proper for a world renown minstrel like herself to do, however work in progress that title may be.


Rising from her introduction, she fixed her parroted partner with a friendly smile. "I'm new in town as well, in case that wasn't obvious just yet. Still trying to make sense of everything. It's my first time this far out, actually . . ." Her voice trailed off as she took another look around the city. Ashport was by no means small, but even so, the atmosphere and people were completely different. It almost felt like a different world, one separated by the 'world' of the open road and the fields of grass she passed through to arrive here."I was actually hoping someone around here could help me out, to be honest." She gave a thoughtful look and then lightly slapped the palm of her left hand with her fist. "Ah! Why don't we check it out ourselves! I was a bit worried to go alone, but it'll be better with a friend."


((@Aurelia ))

 

[Allister]

Allister Rin


Allister straightened out his back as he stood up from hunching over his work for the past hour. Sweat dripped off his brow from being extremely close to the furnace he worked with. Taking the back of his hand he wiped the liquid from his face and let out a sigh, looking at his work. "Perfection" He mumbled out in a joyful.


Standing up, he took the sword off the anvil and dunked it in a bucket of cold water to cool off the heated up metal. It hissed and steam rolled upwards words Allister face producing more sweat. A moment passed and the puffs of clouded air calmed down as he pulled the metal out, giving it a good once over to make sure everything was perfect.


"Not a single notch in the blade." He balanced the blade on one finger and gave a small smile. "Perfectly balanced as well."


His hand reached out for a near bye cloth that was hanging off a table and wrapped it around the base of the blade and wiped upwards to dry off any excess water before grabbing it's holder and sheathing it.


Thoughts rushed through his mind as to what his next errand was. he ruffled the back of his head to try and remember what it was but nothing came into his mind. He muttered a few curses under his breath while he paced over to his rack of swords and pulled down his two favorite. Both medium in length but one had a red hilt with an empty spot in the middle of it that looks like it was made for some type of jewel to be inserted into. While the other swords hilt had a golden hue to it. Also with an empty slot.


He slung a sword over each of his shoulders making them cross cross each other on his back and grabbed two smaller blades and stuck them in in the side straps of his brown leather boots. He peeled off his working gloves and stuffed them in his back pocket, clapping his hands together to get any rear dual ash off.


Allister headed for the door and walked out into the Provence of verloren to hopefully try and remember what those stupid errands were that he had to get done before the end of the day.

 

[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin

After wandering off and walking into more trees than he cared to mention, Zero eventually found his way into the outskirts of a bustling town. He absentmindedly pulled yet another stray leaf out of his white hair as his dark eyes gazed around the markets stalls, buildings and crowds of people. What am I even looking for?

He drifted from place to place, browsing the stalls without the slightest intention of buying anything, all the while trying to pinpoint the direction he was being pulled in. His curiosity had only gotten stronger since he had arrived. He had tried to narrow down what this feeling could be, but always arrived back at the conclusion that it was his pendant; what else could it be? He knew that it was supposed to be special, but how it was special was a mystery. But why was it pulling him towards this unknown location? How? Why now?

Without realising, he had stopped in the middle of the street, staring into the distance with a slight frown on his face. The people in the crowds only gave him a glance as they flowed around him, like a stream around a rock. Slowly, he began moving again, finally grasping the way he was supposed to be going again. This better be something worth my time... Zero mused as he walked, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of one of his swords. I don't appreciate being dragged across half the country just to find it out that it's just a cheap trick. If that's the case, then that person better be able to run, and run fast.

​

 

[chamomile]

Adeline


Adeline's thread was accepted as the gentle woman thanked her, "Oh thank you Ms. Addy it'll do just fine." The women grinned as she spoke hoping to ease Adeline who was none the less fairly adorable despite the dirt and grime which decorated the surface of her doll like skin just as it did with many of the others.


Adeline returned the grin with a smile then gave herself a frown, brushing her black hair gently. Both Haru and this gentle woman addressed her as "Miss". Nobody does that, not anymore anyway, but these kind people insisted on doing so. That gesture of kindness granted these strangers her trust, and she was very convinced her trust will not be wasted. *Is it merely because someone respected you as a lady?* a voice at the back of her head spoke. *Only because they addressed you as "miss"?* it asked. Adeline chuckled at her conscience. *Yes* she answered it, her mind taking her back into her memories which have been happening recently for a reason Adeline does not know.


Adeline returned to the world with the voice of the gentle woman, doing so, she flinched noticeably. She made a mental note to request the woman to speak whenever she had these moments. "My name is Rocquel by the way, it's nice to meet you all." Rocquel said, her tone soothing. *Rocquel, Dexter and Haru* she spoke in her mind, memorizing it again. She shifted uneasily, still watching and waiting her other cellmates to reply.


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