Fantasy The Last Flicker (Open/Accepting)

[Lekar]

Lan Ilius


He finished his food, checking his watch. There was still plenty of daylight left, and things to do. He couldn't live off of pastries for the day, he needed actual food, some that wouldn't have to wait. He thought about the layout of New York, looking for good restaurants. Money wasn't an issue, but he had to conserve. For now, these funds that he carries will be the only funds he'll have for a long while. 


While pizza isn't necessarily the healthiest food, it will hold me over and satiate my hunger for some time. 


He thought of other options, but found the pizza shop to be the most time-efficient option. He needed to get started on forming a new life, his time was valuable, and couldn't be wasted. He walked for some time, bag over his shoulder and his head to the ground, trying to catch no attention. He stepped in, feeling the wave of heat from the constant wood stoves being used, being greeted by the smell of fresh dough. 


He stopped at the door, feeling a heavy feeling of pressure in the atmosphere. He looked around, his eyes being fixated to a particular group of individuals, all caught in conversation. He felt like he needed to run, but didn't understand why. He had never felt this before, and yet it comes from this group he has never seen. 


Camilia...


He thought to himself, trying to speak telepathically, a skill he still hasn't completely grasped.


What is this feeling?


He was met with silence, no response from the being that had taken him as their vessel. He only talked to her in very short conversations during testing, this type of communication wasn't simple, and he had no idea what or who he was even communicating with. The only thing he knew was her name, Camilia, or as the facility called it: Camelot.  


  


He walked over, the only way to end this curious feeling was to confront it. So far it had no negative impact on him besides eliciting a response of acknowledgement. He simply memorised each individual as he came closer. They all seemed caught up in their own conversations. He felt a sense of knowing towards one of them in particular, a girl seemingly taller than him by a little, sporting short brown hair.


He put up a hand in greeting and calmly introduced himself. 


"Hello, I am Lan. How are all of you?"


@Andraus @SeratheUnicorn @NemoTheSurvivor

 

[Cheshire Grin]

~*Rosangela*~
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I have tried to figure out what is happening to us, something just doesn't feel like
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@Buffasaur


Rosangela hummed softly to herself as she walked down the street, her heels clicking against the ground, her hips swaying with her movements. Her bluish teal hues looking up towards the sky for a moment before seeing some children running to her, one of them bumping her. A small boy with light brown hair and freckles looked up towards her and started apologizing. Rosangela just smiled and waved her hand, gesturing that she wasn't angry. To help calm him down, she gave him a lollipop in her pocket. The small boy thanked her before he and his friends ran off, waving goodbye.


The dark skin female just smiled before continuing on her way, pulling out her wallet from between her breasts and checked to see how much money she had. Amazing, she actually had enough for something to eat and a small snack. A smile spread on her lips before cheering to herself. And what better place to get some ice cream than at Jorge's Galla. She and Jorge were good friends, he used to babysit her when her mother and father had to go to work at last minute. They did a lot of fun things together, and swimming was one of them. Rosangela hummed softly to herself before noticing she was getting strange looks from some people who were walking past...mostly males.


Feeling a bit uncomfortable, the young woman walked faster down the sidewalk and continued going in the direction of the small Galla. Well, more like a vendor's stand since he didn't have the money to get a building. Once she was in an area where she thought she was safe, Rosangela leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, puffing her cheeks slightly before hearing a commotion across the street. It was at a pizza joint, she arched a brow, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. 'M-Must be some rich friends ta-talking loud.' She thought to herself before turning her head to the left and right, finally seeing Jorge's stand. A smile spread on her lips as she started crossing the street, making sure to not run into anyone's car or get in the way.


Once she was safe on the other side, she fanned herself before walking past the ever growing group of people at the pizza joint. Forge, an older gentleman with brownish-black hair and tan skin turned his head toward Rosangela before smiling happily. "Hello Rosa, what can old uncle Jorge do for you?" He asked with a cheerful tone, Rosangela just smiled and shook her head. "Hello Mr. Jorge, just here to see what kind of treats you have. I believe I have enough to get something and get something to eat." She stated placing her hands behind her back. She then leaned forward just slightly and looked down at the menu, seeing the prices of the small handmade treats he had. "So, what would you like today my most favorite customer?" "Oh~ there was a treat you always made me. It had white chocolate, strawberry chocolate, and milk chocolate in a small dipping container and it you scooped it out with a small still and you ate it like that." Rosangela placed her hands on her cheeks, thinking about the treat with pink cheeks. Jorge couldn't help but to laugh, shaking his head as he pulled out a small container about the size of a perosn's palm and placed a few small scoops of chocolate in the container. "Ahh yes my little chocolate lover, I know what you are talking about. Lucky for you, I got a new shipment of the ingredients I needed in order to make it. Here, it's on the house~" The older man said with a smile on his face. Rosangela looked towards Jorge with a shooked look, "A-Are you sure, I don't mind p-paying fo-..." "It's fine, besides, you helped me with the stand. It's the least I can do. Now go and enjoy the treat and tell Dorian I said hi." Jorge bowed his head smiling. The dark skinned female smiling as she waved goodbye and started running across the street away from the crowded pizza joint, trying to get across the street before jumping onto the sidewalk.


She sighed softly before walking down the sidewalk back to the park. However, as she walked, it wouldn't be long until she heard something. It was a very nice sound. She whipped her head in the direction of it and followed it. She jogged closer to the sound, stopping once she saw a young male playing some strange instrument. She tilted her head a bit and started following him, getting behind the bluish-teal haired male and just listened to it. Humming to the melody, she closed her eyes and bobbed her head side to side, her hair bouncing about and her treat in her hand, making sure she didn't drop it.

 

[Buffasaur]

Jax
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@Cheshire Grin
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Jax continued walking and playing, getting lost in his flute playing. It wasn't until Allistaire spoke that he was brought out of his sea of thought. "Jax, I do not mean to interrupt you but there is another human following you now," he mentioned. Jax let out a surprised noise and stopped playing. Only then did he hear the humming from the girl behind him. He turned around to face her only for her to run into him. He gently grabbed her arm so that she wouldn't fall. "Oh, Ich entschuldige mich. I didn't expect anyone to follow me. I'm sorry," he explained, his german accent strong as he spoke. 
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He observed the young woman in front of him, surprised to find someone so lovely in this city. Her blonde hair and bright blue eyes were breathtaking. Whereas many human males would ogle her breasts, he barely paid any attention to them, choosing instead to observe the rest of her. "Watch yourself, Jaxxie. You might start drooling," Allistaire's voice spoke in his head. He mentally shook himself to attention and then gave the girl a kind smile.
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He gently took her hand that was not currently caring a dessert and he gave it a gentle kiss. "Vergib mir. I apologize for staring, Fraulein. I did not expect to see someone so beautiful in such a city," he stated with a dorky smile. He heard Allistaire let out a groan in his mind and tried his best to hold back a chuckle. He did hope he wasn't being too strong in his attempt to compliment her. He had been in America for a while but sometimes he knew his way of approaching people were too...blunt to say the least. "Jax, are you really flirting? I never thought I would see this happen," Allistaire said to him. He mentally rolled his eyes. 'Shut up, Allistaire. I am simply being polite to the lady,' he thought to him. All he got in response was a chuckle from the voice inside his head and he swore he heard him mumble something about him being "too innocent for his own good".
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Ich entschuldige mich= I apologize


Vergib mir= Forgive me


Fraulein= Miss

 

[EuclidAmarok]

Geoffrey watched as vessels piled over to the table with him. It must look rather weird seeing a bunch of people treating each other as strangers suddenly gathering en masse at the same time. They started speaking to and over each other and he quickly lost track of what was going on. "One at a time, one at a time."


"Two more has come. The first is the pink haired... human. The other is the brown haired, green eyed man who just burst in." He took GIlan's word for it, not bothering to turn around. He was barely even surprised at this point. Her voice rung again in his head despondently, "It's a shame, I don't know any of them. With so many Mystics and Curses gathering, the chances that The Temple of Solomon and The Curse of Oak Island not even appearing seemed slim. Even Eden hasn't shown up and I barely spoke to him. It feels... lonely."


He would seek them out one day if they don't appear. She deserved meeting them once more. Concentrating back on the whitish blue haired girl he initially was greeted by, he explained, "Well, why I'm here, I was going to get food and saw a bunch of people in this cafe and thought 'wow, lots of customers! it shouldn't be bad and should be pretty cheap!'. Instead, I found rather pricey sandwiches and a bunch of... well... us."


@SeratheUnicorn

 

[Cheshire Grin]

~*Rosangela*~


I have tried to figure out what is happening to us, something just doesn't feel like






@Buffasaur


Rosangela following the male as she hummed to the beat, her feet tapping in rhythm, liking how the music was going. Placing her hands behind her back, the dark skin female soon opened her eyes noticing the music had stopped. It wouldn't be long until she bumped right into the person. Her gradient bluish teal hues widened slightly as she stumbled back, before she ad to chance to catch herself, she felt him grab her arm.


Blinking a few times, Rosangela looked towards the young male, finally seeing his face, her cheeks turning a soft pink. She noticed his teal colored eyes and a hint of gentleness, there was something else there, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Before she could say anything, the young male had said something to her, saying that he wasn't expecting anyone to be following him. Rosangela smiled a bit and nodded her head a bit. The young woman stared at him, smiling shyly before speaking up, "I-It's ok, it was my fault for not saying anything." She said with a gentle smile.


It would then be very quiet between the two, it was almost a few moments of staring. Well, she would be staring with pink cheeks since the young male had grabbed her hand no holding her chocolate treat and kissed it. Her eyes had widened, her blue hues just observing his features. He was tall, a bit pale and had a very thick accent. He was very handsome and so kind. He must have been from out of town, while she hadn't been around NewYork City fully, she would have at least seen him once. You can't forget a face like his. Before she could say something else, he spoke again.


Her soft pink blush became a bit darker before looking away shyly, placing her hand with the treat in it near her mouth, trying to hide her face. He apologized for staring and said something about seeing someone very beautiful in the city. If this were a cartoon, Rosangela would be steaming. Her cheeks became red before coming herself down to the best of her ability. She couldn't help but to laugh, she would it interesting how he was acting like such a gentleman. She shifted her eyes away from him, speaking softly. "We-Well, I-I don't th-think you ha-have s-seen the models th-that come here." She chortled before shifting her eyes back towards him. "Th-The name is Rosangela m-my good sir, if I may, what is your name?" She asked softly, finally moving her hand with the treat in it behind her back, making sure her short, short pants weren't falling or anything else embarrassing.

 

[Buffasaur]

Jax
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@Cheshire Grin
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Jax listened to her speak and couldn't help thinking that she sounded cute with how nervous she sounded. He also thought her blush was adorable but he decided not to comment on that, not wanting to make her blush even more. "Aw, why not? You can turn her into a tomato!" Allistaire said to him. He mentally rolled his eyes again. He listened to her mention that he obviously hadn't met any models, he gave a small chuckle. "Models are a blight. Most of them are full of themselves," Allistaire said to him. He held back a chuckle before speaking to her. "Ich habe mehrere Modella gesehen. I find no beauty in starving yourself for attention. I have also found many of them to be very shallow. I find beauty in a kind personality and natural beauty. You seem to have both if my senses are telling me correctly," he explained.
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Allistaire chuckled in his head again 'What is it, Allistaire' he mentally asked, annoyed that he kept interrupting. "You are entertaining to watch is all. You are unintentionally flirting with her, you idiot," he explained to him. Was he really flirting with her? He thought he was just being polite. He was so confused by American behavior. If this was considered flirting then he wasn't sure how to act. When she mentioned her name and asked for his, he smiled.
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"Rosangela...ich mag das. A beautiful name for such a beautiful young woman. Very unique as well. My name is Jax," he said with another smile.  He decided that he didn't care what Allistaire said. There was no way simply being polite was considered flirting. Surely New Yorkers weren't that strange. He simply hoped that she wouldn't be deterred by his accent. He knew he had run into a few people who liked his music but as soon as he spoke they looked at him like he was the strangest being alive. Allistaire had told him it was due to him being a foreigner but he wasn't sure if that was correct or not.
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Ich habe mehrere Modella gesehen= I've seen several models.


ich mag das= I like it

 
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[A Mysterious Figure]

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~Gaia Crete~
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Gaia rolled over in her bed, stretching her arms out fully above her head. "What time is it?" she mumbled to herself lifting her head slightly before dropping it back onto the pillow in defeat. "Never mind..." she whispered, already starting to drift off again.
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"It's 11:30am, and I really feel as though you should wake up. Do you often sleep the day away like this?" Gaia sat up with a start, her emerald eyes widening as she whipped her head around, searching for the source of the voice, before remembering the previous days events.
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"Oh my god. It wasn't a dream." She leapt fully out of the bed, and ran around her small room frantically, grabbing her clothing and bag and dumping them on her bed.
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The voice in her head sighed. "Of course it wasn't, although I'm offended that you might have considered that an option. If I were you, I would be honoured and in awe of this opportunity."
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Gaia rolled her eyes. Ever since Olympus had made his way into her life, almost 24 whole hours ago, he had expressed how appalled he was at her day to day life. First he had tried to convince her to start on his 'missions' straight away, even though she had to go look after Mrs Ophelia's children while she went to work, and when she had told him of the poor woman's plight of being a single mother working nearly 24 hours a day to feed and house her three children, he had recommended she sell the children as slaves! After that, he had complained that she was single, complained about her tiny apartment (which was all she could afford under the harsh circumstances the world was in), and pestered her about her choice of attire. What was wrong with her obsession with flowing skirts, graphic tees and pastels? According to Olympus, she should be wearing darker colours, and either long flowing robes or tight fitting outfits. 
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"I would be honoured, but considering how much you complain, I'm not so enthusiastic about the idea of the personification of Greek mythology living in my head as I was yesterday. Seriously, I was supposed to be the one annoying you with my questions."
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"And I am most certainly glad it is the other way around, as my remarks are much more justified. Are you sure you want to wear that today?"
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"Yes," Gaia said firmly, picking up her clothing. "Um... do you mind?" She asked hesitantly.
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"I see everything you see, Gaia, and so I cannot simply turn around." Upon her lack of movement, she heard him sigh. "Very well, if it helps, I will not speak, and you should either close your eyes or look at the ceiling. I will do my best to... ignore whatever is happening."
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"Thank you." Gaia closed her eyes and awkwardly changed into her clothes (albeit stumbling over her long skirt a few times in the process), before adjusting the long plait of her light brown hair and picking up her bag. "Well, I don't have any work today, so it's just you and me. Is there anything you want to do?" she asked Olympus. "No, I'm not catching a plane anywhere. And no drives longer than 2 hours, my car can't take it."
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Olympus sighed. "Very well. Hm... How about you go purchase some lunch? I believe that cafe you stopped at yesterday should suffice."
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Gaia gaped in disbelief. "Lunch? Is that it? No ulterior motives or anything?"
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"No ulterior motives."
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She grinned, and, clutching her bag, skipped out the door. "Perfect, I'm starving."
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Arriving at the cafe, she headed through the doors and sat down at a table, one of the only free ones left. "Wow, it sure is busy here today. I didn't think there were any riots or rallies on today, why does everyone seem to be gathered together?" she mused in her head, too nervous to speak aloud in public.
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"I lied. There are ulterior motives. Those people over there, they're vessels, like you. You need to go speak to them."
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Gaia groaned. "I can't believe you. Can't a girl enjoy a meal in peace? You got my hopes up. Now I'm dying for a good burger and milkshake," she thought.
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"What is it you continued to say to me yesterday, when I protested your many questionable daily choices? Too bad. Now go speak to them, I need to know what is going on."
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"Hm, let me think about that," Gaia cocked her head to the side and hummed quietly. "How about no? I'm eating, and then, if they're still here, I'll talk to them."
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"You cannot do that! I am in control here! You must do as I say!"
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"Who's the one controlling the body? Me. So, what was it I've been saying? Too bad." The waitress came over, and Gaia ordered her meal. "Oh, and if you must know," she added, mimicking Olympus' posh voice in her mind (which was much easier than doing it out loud, she had to say), "I would have been more than happy to do it if you had just told me what we were doing beforehand."
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"I'm regretting my choice of vessel," Olympus sighed.
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Gaia simply smirked. "Whoops, I guess you shouldn't have gone for the quirky upbeat city girl with the complete opposite personality to you."
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[gloomAI]

@SeratheUnicorn


Hanako was a thousand percent sure that having these many vessels rounded up in one place was just asking for trouble. It was bad enough  she had to deal with Yomi, she really did not want to add anymore to that. She felt like her skin was crawling as she glanced around the café; if she did not have Yomi, she would have never thought these people were ‘vessels’.

Hanako scoffed. She felt crazy and maybe she was. What if this was all in her head — literally? She always had a wild imagination, and today could just officially be that day.

Her nerves felt like someone poured gasoline and set them on fire. She was anxious and just about ready to throw her hands up and go home despite Yomi’s protests. Hanako could be just as stubborn too.

“Calm down, Hanako. You’re making me nervous.”  



Hanako had to refrain from rolling her eyes again; the last thing she needed was for her eyes to get stuck in her head.

“Let’s just go. This can’t possibly be anything good.”

“No, not yet. Something feels really familiar.”

“I bet it does, you know these… things.”

Yomi huffed, “Things? Really?”

“Yes.”


“I really thought we were moving past this.” Yomi replied, it sounded  hurt, which only made Hanako feel worse.

“Look —“ Hanako started but was interrupted by a excited gasp.

“Abaddon is here!”

Hanako scrunched up her face in confusion, who the hell was that?

“We need to talk to my sibling.”

“Sibling? Is this why we are here? Family Reunion?”

“Well, not at first, but they are here so get up and go over to that table with the two  girls; the one with silvery hair and the brunette.”

Hanako hesitated. She could not just simply walk up to someone, under the assumption some one was hiding in there. What if they did not know? What if they thought she was crazy? Yomi may not seem worried about it, but it was definitely a major factor to consider.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Please.”  Yomi pleaded.  “I know you are having trouble adjusting, but I really need this.”

Hanako sighed. Yomi always knew how to pull at the heart strings.

“Fine.”

Hanako got up from her seat at the table, and walked over to the girls that Yomi mentioned earlier. She approached the table, her face struggling to keep calm. Her palms were beginning to sweat, and seriously, was the heat on in this place?

Once she made it to the table, she looked at the silvery haired girl. “Uhm, Hi.”

Okay, how exactly was she going to say that Yomi wanted to talk without being labelled crazy?

“I-I have someone who wants to talk… to you…?” Hanako stuttered, and closed her eyes for a moment. She could barely get the words out.

“Wow.”  Yomi mumbled.

“Shut up!”  Hanako snapped back furiously in her head.  Or at least she thought she did.

 

[NemoTheSurvivor]

"She's here." The words didn't immediately register with Jessica. She was too busy trying to focus on the people coming and going. After Sherwood said, "She's here," again, Jessica gave up on following the conversation and focused on Sherwood. "Camilla's here."


"Who?" Jessica signed.


"An old friend," Sherwood said. "There, the boy with pink hair. Tell him Cornelius Hood is looking for Camilla Odin."


"Okay," Jessica signed. She stood, giving Ember a sign that said, "Fill me in later," before walking towards the bow. He introduced himself as Lan. Jessica typed on her phone before showing it to Lan. "I'm Jessica. Cornelius Hood is looking for Camilla Odin. Do you know her?"


@SeratheUnicorn@Lekar

 

[Lekar]

Lan Ilius

Lan read the words over and over, There must be some mistake. he thought to himself. 


"Camilia is... within me." He still had no idea how to describe him being a vessel without making it sound too strange.


"Jessica, do you have any strange voices in your head? Do you converse with them? Do they give you abilities?" He fixed his glasses, he had a whole line of questioning in mind, even if it sounded blunt, but needed to get the essentials out first. 


He thought to himself again, trying to speak with the being inside him. Camilia, Camelot, I could really use your assistance right now.


He waited, a second feeling like an hour of lengthened silence before a voice interjected. 


Lan... We haven't spoken in some time...


Her voice cut as if she was going to say something else, but simply waited again before speaking. 


Sherwood...


Lan was curious, what was happening? 


"Sherwood..." He said under his breath, before speaking the name again, more audible. 


"Your being is Sherwood, correct?" 


@NemoTheSurvivor

 

[Cheshire Grin]

~*Rosangela*~


I have tried to figure out what is happening to us, something just doesn't feel like





@Buffasaur


Rosangela only blushed a bit more at his compliments. She blinked once before looking away, she tried to cover her face, on the inside, she flailed so much. 'He comes out of nowhere and now he is being nice and flirting. Meep~' She thought before squealing a bit. When she heard the comment about how some Models were shallow, Rosangela couldn't help but agree, some of them were shallow and did starve themselves for attention or so they could fit a dress they were only going to wear once. She didn't really like that too much. It was weird in her opinion, then again, she didn't really watch much T.V. since cable was very expensive.


Once the male stated that he preferred personality to beauty, saying he found beauty in personality and natural beauty, and that Rosangela had both. The dark skinned female just looked down at herself, tilting her head a bit. Maybe it was her clothes, then again she really wasn't wearing anything. She tried to get rid of her blush before looking over towards the young man again, listening to him speak. She liked his accent. It actually sounded genuine unlike some of the corny ones she had heard over the years. It made her laugh at times, but this one was nice. Pretty cute too. Well, as long as she didn't say it out loud, she was good...at least, that is what she hoped.


Once he started her name was unique for someone like her and introduced himself as Jax, she smiled happily, finally getting a name from the blue and teal haired male. She bowed her head a bit, her blue gradient eyes staring at the tall male. "O-Oh um, th-thank you very much." She said bowing her head once more. "Y-Your name sounds unique a-as well, th-then again, I don't think I met anyone with the name 'Jax' before." She stated with a comforting smile. "H-However, I-I must say, y-you are v-very um fl-flirty with someone you just met. I-I'm not sa-saying its b-bad or anything, b-but you sh-should be a bit careful since some might see you as trying to take their loved one away from them." She said, rubbing the back of her head with pink cheeks still.


Her eyes would soon widen before waving her hands in front of herself frantically, "N-Not that I am saying you are a-a playboy o-or anything, j-just to be c-careful with y-your words around s-some people. A-As far as I know, y-you d-do seem v-very sweet." He mumbled softly to herself, placing her hands in front of her, clasping them together before looking away shyly. 'I'm such an idiot, he's not going to want to talk to me, me and my big mouth.' She thought to herself before keeping her eyesight towards the ground, well more like breasts. It was hard to see the ground sometimes with big things in the way.

 

[NemoTheSurvivor]

Jessica tried reading Lan's lips, though it was hard to when he fixed his glasses. Sherwood caught it first. "It is Camilla!" he exclaimed. "Out of all the people to find, I can't believe we found her!" Jessica smiled at Sherwood's outburst. He rarely got this excited.


Jessica started typing on her phone before showing it to Lan. "Relax. I'm a vessel too. Yes, Sherwood is a part of me."


"Start asking questions," Sherwood ordered. "Find out who this guy is, what he's good at, weaknesses, everything we need to keep him safe. As of now, his life is officially more important than mine."


"You mean mine?" Jessica signed. Sherwood didn't respond. Sighing, Jessica looked around. This place is getting crowded. Any more people and someone's going to notice.


@Lekar

 

[Lekar]

Lan Ilius


Lan was genuinely surprised. In his brief conversations with Camilia he had been told about Sherwood as if they were close friends. 


"A vessel? Interesting term." He took note of her signing and texting, she was clearly mute. Lan had briefly studied sign language, but he never finished. "If it's not a problem, I can speak more directly." He signed sloppily. While his memory was pitch perfect, he could only remember what he had learned. "Are the others vessels as well? Do you know who they bear?" 


Lan, Sherwood might start asking questions about you. I have some of my own questions to ask, we haven't seen each other in our current vessels, it is of utmost importance you two know each other.


Camilia chimed in, Lan understood fully the situation he was in, and put on a fake smile, pulling a chair next to them.


"It's been so long since I've seen you all!" He half-yelled abruptly, trying his best to soften the tense atmosphere.


"We must blend in if we're going to speak privately." He signed covertly. 


@NemoTheSurvivor