Fantasy The Shadow of The Seal

[Mypilot]

i am bound by the seal

Else couldn’t help the bite of amusement at the thought of a dragon being used in a stealthy agent mission. What would that look like? What would the outcome be? It was something interesting to consider, even if it wasn’t something actually achievable.

Shaking their head, Else simply smiled at Cresley’s deep laugh, always impressed with the hobbits ability to find utter mirth in every interaction. At his answer, Else rocked their head side to side. “I suppose that is true,” Else said, rising once more to their full height and walking alongside Cresley town the warm main street. “Dismissed, yes, but hardly ever underestimated. I find that I have a hard time ridding my forms of my… Well, my own expression. It is the one thing I take with me wherever I go, and I suppose it speaks of my willpower without me having to say anything.”

Else knew Cresley well enough now to have a hard time imagining him overlooked, as it were. He had a habit of making his presence felt, although Else wondered if perhaps that was a luxury reserved for those in the inner circle of the Agency. They tried to remember if they’d ever seen Cresley interacting with strangers on a mission before, but felt they were drawing a blank. In truth, such things were hardly their focus.

Blinking into focus, Else followed Cresley’s gaze towards the painting in progress. It was an…interesting design, and Else frowned at it. “I certainly hope it isn’t some sort of trick,” they said. “This city will con anyone out of anything.”

Although in Else’s opinion, every city was like this. Anywhere there was enough people, there was enough pockets to slip a coin out of. Sighing, Else turned their gaze away and rubbed at their chin. “Do you visit this area often?” they asked Cresley, tilting their head to look at the other with curiosity. If they were heading somewhere specific, then Else could only hope it was a previous haunt of the assassin.

else

LOCATION: Outside the Library

INTERACTIONS: Cresley

MENTIONS: -

TAGS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[lyn.]

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stoire’s thoughts were loud, and Aricia found herself worried about the promises she made as she watched him debate in silence.

He opened his mouth. ”You’ve got a deal. I’ll get a corset for you.”

Oh lord, she’s made a mistake. Swimming in a corset? A horrid idea, even if it were made with the right material. She abhorred swimming. The whole thing was horrid. Every time her hair so much as touched water, it became a tangled mess, and the feeling of wet fabric stuck to your skin! She would have to come up with an excuse to avoid this. Perhaps Îstoire would forget about it before any actual work could be done. Yes, that seemed plausible.

”I haven’t spoken to Navon much, but he appears a reasonable fellow impressed by pragmatic solutions; assuredly, once understands the benefits he’d spare no haste in contributing his signature. I would even offer the same bonus to him, swimming lessons. Couldn’t we get a corset for as well?”

Aricia slapped a mouth over her hand to stifle the laugh that forced its way out. Only letting go once her laughing had lowered to giggles.

“Oh, Navon in a corset, swimming! You convince him of that Îstoire and I’ll pay for your new floors myself! Allow me to embroider some flowers on there as well, for looks!” She covered her mouth once again, her words making her laugh even more. “Perhaps we could convince him if a mission was involved. A fake one, perhaps. Just to see if the corset works, of course.”

Oh, the idea was amazing, but not very plausible. Throwing a bucket of water on him seemed just as amusing, however. It was close enough. Oh! Perhaps she could commission a painting! It would be best if it was someone from The Seal. The art doesn’t have to be good, just amusing enough for Navon to hate it.

“Who’s hungry? I want to try that new yummy stand next to the docks! And maybe after, Îstoire can give Aricia a quick swimming lesson.”

Aricia managed to calm herself down while Scarlett spoke. Oh yes, food, oh no, swimming. She narrowed her eyes at her friend. Scarlett could be as much of a troublemaker as Aricia, it’s something she loves about the girl. When that trouble is targeted at her, however…

She placed her hand on Scarlett’s shoulder and squeezed. “You don’t have to convince me, Joker. I’ve been begging for us to eat this whole time! I second the trip to the docks. There are many foods there I haven’t had a chance to try yet.”

The docks were always busy and entertaining. No matter how many times Aricia’s gone to visit, there was always something new. It was the perfect place to visit, and hopefully, the perfect place to distract Îstoire.

“All of my corsets are commissioned from tailors I do not know the names of. Perhaps we can stop by some shops and take a look. I can spot a high-quality one from a mile away.” She smiled at Îstoire, taking slow backward steps towards the door.

“Perhaps I can take you to that jewelry store I was telling you about, Scarlett. I saw a pair of earrings that would look lovely on you. We could also get something for you as well, Îstoire. I never understood the aversion most human men have towards jewelry.”

With those words she spun around and stepped into the hallway, hoping that was enough to change the subject. Please.

"A bird flew by, saw what I'd done..."

Aricia Belwick

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Kidem, Head Library

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CrimsonInk CloudySkyLoftyMoon Mentioned:Navon

 

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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 1:

"The Lion's Scar is a popular children's book. I haven't read it in awhile so the details are a little hazy. Who do you think recommended it to Eltan?"

“I’m unsure,” Kalin murmured as he walked out of the Kiden Head Library with Fennec. “I’m sure I’ve heard the tale myself, but I don’t think it was called such. Well, no matter. At least Eltan is enjoying the book.”

Kalin couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed in himself for not remembering the contents of such a well-known story. He was positive that he had heard about it before, but couldn’t place quite where. Oh, well. There was no use dwelling on it. After all, his main focus right now was Fennec.

"Where to? You lead the way, Kal."

“I was thinking we could stop by the bakery and see if they have any fresh pastries. Or perhaps we could head through the plaza and sit by the water fountain?” Kalin gave his friend a small and gentle smile, while taking notice of his sharper eyes.. “Personally I would like to stop by the bookstore. Maybe we could find a copy of The Lion’s Scar there?”

Kalin knew that Fennec was just as curious as he was about the story, and why Eltan would be recommended it. Either way, his curiosity was definitely peeked.

As Kalin walked alongside Fennec down the stone roads, he couldn’t help but take in every detail. The bustling streets filled with people going about their day, the smell of fresh bread being baked, the patrols of guardsmen watching for danger. Yes, this was indeed a beautiful and rare day to be off and relaxing with his best friend.

Kalin stopped before the large and pristine decorative fountain that stood in the center of the plaza. “You know, Fen. Thinking about our memories and past. It made me realize how thankful I am to have met you and Roan. If it wasn’t for you two I don’t know if I would be comfortable with the job I do, now. Afterall, I was taught to listen and never think for myself. But you and Roan, you two were avid helpers in instilling confidence in me. I do wish that Roan was still here to see how far we’ve come, even though he and I had our little spats,” Kalin chuckled and stared at the fountain water.

“Anyways, enough with the reminiscing. How about we stop by the book store first? I’d rather not have to deal with crumbs and such while we are looking at books,” Kalin let out a soft hum as he continued to walk down the path. He gently grasped Fennec’s sleeve to tug him along as they continued.

As they walked down the path to the bakery, Kalin couldn’t help but take notice of a specific individual. The dressing they wore was different from the common civilians. The dark black overcoat was pinned with a golden emblemed brooch. The carving portrayed the sigil of the Eastern Magical Institute of Kidem.

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[roxybirdie]

THE TROUBLEMAKER.

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ROAN

"FENNEC"

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MOOD

No ... No ... NO!

OUTFIT

RANGER CASUAL

LOCATION

STREETS OF KIDEM

MENTIONS

N/A

INTERACTS

Kalin, RIGEL (NPC)

TAGS

WillOWispJJ

BONES — IMAGINE DRAGONS.

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GRIM REAPER,

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

CHAPTER 1.

Roan Duskraven is a changeling; they will be addressed as Fennec Sunshadow until further notice.​

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"I was thinking we could stop by the bakery and see if they have any fresh pastries. Or perhaps we could head through the plaza and sit by the water fountain?"​

His pointed ears perked up like a cat. "A bakery?" Fennec parroted. For a moment, his desire for freshly baked pastries overcame his cold vigilance. His dark brown eyes sparked with unconcealed delight. "There's a small bakery close to the plaza. I used to frequent it when I studied at the Academia." He rubbed his chin with his index finger. "It should still be there. You should try the jelly tarts. My favorite is raspberry." A nostalgic grin painted his lips. "One time, Roan pilfered a whole tray of them when the baker wasn't looking. I made them go back and give the baker a bag of gold. I think the baker had a soft spot for Roan because he never banned us from his bakery."

“Personally I would like to stop by the bookstore. Maybe we could find a copy of The Lion’s Scar there?"​

He blinked in response. His soft smile faded. "Right. The bookstore..." Fennec cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "It should have it since it's popular..." He turned his head to the side, staring at the direction of the library. It sounded a little foolish to purchase a book when a free copy was available (to borrow) in the library. However, the thought of returning filled him with immense dread.

Fennec can't return in his current state.

Suddenly, a tugging on his sleeve alerted him. A huff of amusement escaped his lips. "Afraid I'll get lost in the crowd, Sparky–?"

“You know, Fen. Thinking about our memories and past. It made me realize how thankful I am to have met you and Roan..."​

Once his eyes landed on the water, the snarky comment died in his throat. No. The urge to scratch his neck returned with a vengeance. No ... No ... No. He recognized the look in the watery reflection. "Heh..." His voice was raspy. His tongue felt rough like sandpaper. Please no. He couldn't ignore the look even if he wanted to. "I must've influenced you more than I thought. If Roan were here, they would've called you a bleeding sap." He swallowed thickly, fighting back the bile. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. He resisted the violent urge to smack the hand holding his sleeve. It can't be true. It can't...

"You're growing soft on me, Kal. What happened to that famous spark of yours?" Fennec snarked. Stop it. Stop staring at my reflection like I hang the stars in the night sky. He bit the inside of his cheek hard. The sudden sting and rush of copper inside his mouth grounded him. It can't be true. It just can't... His denial was laughably weak.

"You credit us too much, Sparky. Instilling confidence? Thinking for yourself? That's all you. You decided to change, not us." Stop it. PLEASE STOP IT RIGHT NOW. PLEASE. He could feel his teeth start to gradually sharpen into needle-like points. His ironclad control was slipping. He should stop talking.

Fennec was reaching his limit.

Yet ... he didn't hold back. "Once your mind is set, you don't budge. I still remember the last time you and Roan fought. It was the day before their last mission. You two ended up bonding after the massive food fight in my kitchen." A wave of nausea washed over him. He felt lightheaded. Stop staring at my reflection like you ... love me. It can't be true. Please ... no... His mind screamed profanities, urging him to hold his tongue. Talking made the nausea worse.

However, he couldn't stop. The overwhelming guilt compelled him to speak. "I think you two were baking cookies together. Chocolate chip, right?" Stop looking at me. Please ... I can't take it anymore. His mind wailed at the soft look in Kalin's eyes and the tenderness of his touch. He felt sick to his stomach. The tips of his silvery blonde hair lightened to a snow white.

Suddenly, he felt inexplicably cold. 'What's wrong, Roan? Is the guilt finally eating you alive? The shame too much to bear?' a voice mocked. Ghostly fingers trailed down the back of his neck, evoking a shiver. 'You're acting as if you never noticed it before. Are you really that dense or did you convince yourself it wasn't real?' The spectral fingers curled around his neck and seized his nape in an unforgiving grip. Fennec bit back a whimper. 'What? This isn't the first time you lied to him. Are you growing soft on me, Roan?'

Lips ghosted over his ear. 'Pathetic. You ignored the looks until now. What changed?' The grip on his neck tightened to a painful degree. It was all in his head, but it felt undoubtedly real. 'Oh ... I see. So ... you're finally ready to admit the truth to yourself?' A derisive laugh escaped the phantom's lips. 'You really are pathetic.' Another spectral hand trailed up Fennec's shirt, directly over his heart.

'All it took was one look of adoration to make you fall apart. PATHETIC!' It wasn't wrong. The look in Kalin's eyes made him feel unquestionably warm and safe. Despite the tumultuous emotions raging inside of him, his traitorous heart skipped a beat. Deep down, it yearned for something more. A part of him wanted to stop hiding...

He wanted to erase the sorrow in his best friend's gaze.

The hand clutched his shirt like a lifeline. 'Stop hiding? STOP HIDING? Do you think you can confess and everything magically works out?' it hissed. It was full of malice. 'You lied to him for YEARS. Do you think telling him the truth NOW will make a difference? YOU GOT ME KILLED, ROAN!' Talon-like fingers clawed at his chest, ripping away the fabric and digging into his flesh.

Again, it was all in his head, but Fennec stared at the spectral hand piercing his chest. 'This isn't a fairytale. If you confess your feelings and tell him the truth, he won't accept you with open arms,' it sneered. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood. 'Everyone you care about dies because of YOU. First your mother. Then me...' On the outside, Fennec was motionless. While Kalin moved forward, he didn't follow. He couldn't move.

He was stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing.

'Next is Kalin. It's only a matter of time.' Fennec flinched at the thought. 'You'll die alone and forgotten. That's your punishment. ALONE AND FORGOTTEN!' A cackle washed over him. However, only he could hear the sinister tune.

'Do you really think he'll accept a filthy liar and pathetic coward like YOU?' Fennec stumbled and clutched his head. A pained hiss escaped his lips.

"No ... I won't let Kalin die. I refuse..." he mumbled. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He struggled to swallow the bile in his throat. If he lost control now, he–

"Roan!"

The shadows on the cobblestone ground pulsed. A deep, sophisticated voice cut through the cackling hallucination like an unforgiving blade. Fennec raised his head and stared at the tall figure approaching him. It was a red tiefling dressed sharply like a nobleman. The way he carried himself supported the claim; he belonged to high society.

The golden emblem pinned to his overcoat indicated his status; he was affiliated with the Eastern Magical Institute of Kidem. Standing at an impressive (and intimidating) 6'7, the professor stopped in front of Fennec. Sharp golden amber eyes – the pupils were slightly slit and tiger-like – regarded the trembling half-elf with a frown. His long, dark mauve purple hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Despite the flyaway hairs, his beard was clean and neatly trimmed. His tail swished a little, exposing the multiple scars running down the reptilian tail.

"Professor Volkarin?" Fennec croaked. A hint of disbelief was evident in his tone. What was his old Dark Magic professor doing in the plaza? Wait, didn't he–

"Roan isn't here. I think you're going senile with age, Prof."

His frown deepened. "I could sense your shadow magic across the plaza. You need to reign it in now before it lashes out and kills someone," Rigel pointed out.

"I told you, I'm not Roan–"

"I don't know why you're disguised as Fennec, but now isn't the time to play mind games. Control your shadows, Roan."

"I said, I'M NOT ROAN–!"

Rigel tapped Fennec on the forehead. "Fennec doesn't have black eyes or snow white hair," he refuted.

His blood turned to ice. "I..." From the corner of his eye, Fennec spotted his reflection in the fountain. His silvery blonde hair tumbled down to his feet and resembled fresh powder snow. His dark brown eyes morphed into endless black voids. His teeth were needle-like and razor sharp. His disguise was compromised.

He directed his attention to Kalin. Golden yellow met fathomless black. Something inside him shattered. Suddenly, a burst of shadows shot forward, aiming at the professor.

He raised his hand sharply and sliced the air in a downward motion. His palm illuminated a dark purplish-magenta. The deadly shadowy tendril stopped midair and vanished in a puff of smoke. Before Rigel could react, Fennec shoved past him and bolted. "Roan, wait–!"

Fennec ignored the professor. He weaved around the crowd and crossed the plaza, entering the first dark alleyway he saw. Ironically, it was located behind the bakery.

Rigel heaved a sigh and dragged a hand down his face. "You haven't changed a bit. Always so stubborn..." He stared at the companion who accompanied his old student. If the circumstances were different, he would've been delighted to meet another tiefling. However, his priority was saving his former apprentice. "Introductions can wait. We need to stop them before they hurt themself. Shadow magic without proper control leads to devastating consequences. If they don't hurt themself, someone else will pay the price."

Without another word, the professor headed toward the dark alleyway.

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[hery]

The Sun

Cresley Hogsweed

̳C̳̳h̳̳a̳̳p̳̳t̳̳e̳̳r̳ ̳1̳: ̳K̳̳i̳̳d̳̳e̳̳m̳


INTERACTION: Else
LOCATION: Kidem Square
OUTFIT: Everyday
MENTIONS: Mypilot

Cress tapped his chin, stopped for a moment with Else to gaze past the artist's display and at the horizon. "Do I visit this area often?" he echoed, watching the merchant ships drift about in the blue waters. "No, not in particular. My boots have tread every stone and tile in this city at least twice, without counting my old pair."

The hobbit pointed up at a crumbling tower on the far edge of the water, its weathered stone glinting faintly in the mid-morning sun. His eyes glittered with the supposed innocence of a child up to no good, then his grin widened. "What say we head up the Climbing Tower?"

Once they'd arrived at the tower, the climb was, predictably, all Cress. The hobbit approached the tower like a child spotting the perfect tree to conquer, rubbing his hands together as he peered at the spiral staircase within. A gilded plaque sat right beside the door, rendered illegible by graffiti and what appeared to be the repeated scratch of a blade.

“I've never taken the steps before. I usually climb,” he muttered before taking the first step. The wooden planks groaned under his weight, dust swirling around his boots. “You’ve got longer legs; you’ll keep pace.”

Cress practically bounded up the steps, agile as a squirrel despite the precarious footing. It wasn’t long before they reached the room at the top. At the very top of the staircase lay a small, open chamber with a broken roof allowing for sunlight to stream through, casting ever-changing patterns on the floor. From the chamber, one could see the entire city sprawling below, as well as a panoramic view of the sea on the other side.

"Not bad, huh?" Cress said triumphantly, taking a lap around the small room, curious if anything had changed since his last visit. "No one is ever here. I find it too quiet to get any training done here. Or reciting fables... should the desire ever strike me."

In the center of this space rested a shrine, the air around it tinged with the faint hum of old magic. A weathered statue of the deity stood at the center, depicting a hooded figure holding an orb in one hand and a staff in the other. Scattered around the statue were remnants of past offerings—wilted flowers, coins, and trinkets perhaps left by those seeking guidance or protection. Cress thought them neat decorations, oblivious to the sensation of magic thrumming in the air.

It seemed the kind of place to bring Else, even if Cress used the tower only for scaling upward in creative ways. The room at the top was still and quiet, save for the sound of the gentle wind around them. It evoked a contemplative feeling, maybe something a scholar like Else could appreciate more.

Carved into the pedestal of the statue were ancient runes, by then worn almost smooth. With effort, the words could be deciphered: “In stillness, truth reveals itself. To see, one must first be silent.”

Finished with the tour, Cress clapped his hands together, prepared to have the conversation Else had asked for. Though the changeling proved a patient companion, it was evident that Cress had humored himself for quite enough time.

“About that mission… I’ve been turning it over in my head," he spoke out of code, pacing around the room, "The arms dealer—Rydan Greve. He wasn't surprised to see us coming."

Cress hesitated, running a hand through his dark hair. "He was ready for us—everything, except for my fist in his face." He hopped onto the edge of the shrine’s pedestal, balancing there as he peered out past the ledge at the water below. The sun caught on his piercings, throwing tiny sparks of light into the chamber.

He shifted his weight on the pedestal, teetering slightly but never losing his balance. "But even that hardly fazed him," he added, his voice softer now, tinged with a note of frustration. "He wasn’t scared, not really. It was more like he was..."

He let out a sigh, brows furrowed in hopeless confusion. "Guess there's no asking him."

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[Sir Mayday]

CODE BY SEROBLISS

Zenith

The Prodigy

Name: Zenith

Gender: Female

Interactions: Jason, DeathUnchained

Location: Outside Head Library

Zenith hummed thoughtfully, her mind momentarily blank as Jason’s broad smile remained unwavering. A cautious introduction was wiser than a naive welcome. Especially when dealing with someone as large and imposing as the man before her. Yet Jason didn’t seem threatening, at least not yet. Perhaps she was overthinking it. She was about to adjust her stance, maybe even scale her friendliness... But then he sat down before her. The shift was subtle, but her practiced smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Her lips pulled into a slight frown. Even sitting, the man still loomed over her. What kind of play was this? She couldn’t decide whether this was a show of dominance, a strange display of respect, or something else entirely. His words almost prompted a scoff. Of course, she knew no harm would come to her. At least not here. They were peers, after all. She had no reason to fear him.

"I know no harm may come here" she said, her voice steady. "We are both peers. I do not recall gaining your ire or scorn." She stood as the elephant settled beside its master. Their large frames nestled together in a strange display of affection. Zenith couldn’t help but admire the loyalty in the beast’s movements. The way it laid down, its trunk wrapping around Jason with a sense of comfort. She smirked inwardly. It was smart, far smarter than she had expected. Perhaps it could even lift him with ease in times of danger. Maybe it was protecting him somewhat even now. Her attention returned to Jason as he continued to speak. He was assessing her, and she knew it. So she, in turn assessed him. His smile was still there. Was it smugness? Or was it something else? Something beneath the surface? Her mind branched into many possibilities. His face was mostly hidden beneath a visor and there was something about him that was difficult to place. She couldn’t quite read him.

"Just a pet?" she repeated, tilting her head in disbelief, glancing once more at the massive elephant. "How does one have a 'pet' that can crush a squad of knights? Look at it!" She spread her arms in exasperation. "A beast of annihilation would be a more fitting term, no?" But as she looked back at the two of them, her resolve began to crack. She sighed, softly to herself "No? Just a pet for affection and companionship, you say?" Her words were more to herself than to him, as if trying to reconcile the image of such a formidable creature just being a spoiled pet. Like a cat? It didn’t add up. She said after a moment. "Hmm... I suppose you use it how you see fit."

She barely had time to dwell on the mystery when Jason complimented her, his words a rare praise, but one that carried weight. She smirked. She would take the compliment, whether it was genuine or not. She would indulge him. "Such an odd thing to say to someone you've just met" Zenith mused, running a hand through her hair. Her gaze flickered down to the visor that obscured his eyes. "Calling me wonderful, smiling like that. Hmm... Compliments like that tend to come with ulterior motives, you know. But I agree with your sentiments, so let’s set those cautious thoughts of mine aside for now. I’ll indulge you, comrade."She moved forward, her steps measured and graceful. The smile never left her lips as she let her fingers glide over her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaling deeply. Her skin slowly began to change, a warm peach tone seeping into her features across her cheeks. "It is magical. It is biological. It is neither. It is not something I turn on and off, but as natural to me as breathing. Just as you control your breath, I control this... me."

She paused for a moment, fingers tracing her ear as it began to elongate, becoming pointed like an elf’s. "It depends, of course. Emotions are mostly suppressed. If I need to use a form quickly, or only for a day or two it is like putting on anew pair of gloves. The more effort I put into it, the more... I feel it. The longer I use a form, the more I connect with it. I suppose it’s like... a melody that changes instruments but keeps the same tune. I am the tune. No matter what changes, I am still me in the end. Some instruments I practice more, and when I use them I feel more." Her eyes gleamed with pride, her satisfaction evident as she spoke of her mastery. It was the one thing she was truly certain of always. She was in control of herself.

With a grin, she tilted her head at Jason "My turn. An intimate question for an intimate question. You are a fortress of flesh. You are admirable. Tell me, you seem like the type to storm the gates then slip into the shadows as an assassin. What truly drives you in your field of work? What do you feel? Surely it’s not just about the kill. There’s more to you, I can feel it. I see it with this beast you have and how you..interact with it."

 

[Klown]

Location: Head library > Somewhere beyond the gardens
Interactions: Kygo Shadow
Mentions:

Quill dusted her recollection of the contents within the books wrapped in Kygo’s arms, turning each in her head to appraise which would best satisfy his curiosity. A whisper of doubt poisoned her faith in her credibility; his concern about it being too many books tugged at her ear, reminding her that not everyone indulged in reading from sunrise to sunset. Quill read books to fill the empty spaces of her mind, and she was rich with absence. Absences that left her a phantom of her former self, a spectral stranger floating through practiced motion with no substance. Meanwhile, Kygo’s hold on the books was firm, grounded. Inexplicably the first tangible thing Quill felt she’d witnessed the entire day even with his worries of not reading them all. Her arms ached with the weight of nothing and sought the closed Echobinder for comfort.

“I…” Her response to his inexperience trickled and faded as she realized the seven-month gap between then and now. A blank sheet flattened against her mind, an emptiness in her eyes that betrayed she felt as unversed as Kygo in that second. “…Should know.” Should. The word was a welt flicked until bruised anew.

A thin slip of insecurity now followed as she guided Kygo to the front desk. She was a fledgling leading another but had only left the nest herself hours ago. The sentiment only boldened as the clerk looked at them from beneath his glasses. A man on the older side with a wrinkled forehead, salt and pepper hair, and a thin mustache. The ends of his lips were sourly pulled down as he opened the massive ledger beside him.

“Checking out these books, please.” She gestured for Kygo to set them down on the surface. Library cards were unnecessary by virtue of their job. This rule still proved true as the clerk glanced at them both with disinterest, then to the stack of books. His dried, calloused fingers flipped the pages of the massive ledger and descended a list of names.

“You’ve already three long overdue for almost more than half a year now.” The clerk’s hawkish eyes stabbed at Quill, who could not have been more oblivious to what he was saying. She stared without so much as a blink, eyes far away as she tried remembering which books he was speaking of. Even when he dropped the titles after her long vacant silence, there wasn’t even a prick of recognition.

“These are not for me. They are for him. It is his first time checking out books.” Quill pointed at Kygo, not seeing the relevance of her overdue books. A vein bulged on the clerk’s temple, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as they narrowed into sharp slits. Quill’s hand came down. Did she say something wrong?

He hissed out a relenting sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth the stress and wrote the names of the books into the ledger under Kygo.

“You have twenty-one days to return these. After the twenty-one days, if they are not returned, you will be fined for each day afterwards until returned. If you need an extension, return before the due date to let us know, and we will make a note of it. You are charged with the maintenance and care of these books, should they be tampered with, damaged, or—” A glare pointed at Quill, who was watching a mote of dust flutter next to her head, “—lost, then you will pay for the costs dependent on which book.”

The clerk neatly stacks the book and slides them over to Kygo before tapping his finger on the surface directly inline with Quill. She snapped her head towards him, ears twitching. His head lowered as did his voice, an uncertain distinction between intimidation or attempting to keep his words private.

“I know about your accident, which is why I’m not fining you, but I’ve had patrons waiting for those books to be returned and I keep waving your fee. So now that you are back, please return them if you have them.” There was a tiredness to his frown, like an old, wiry tree ready to topple over from strong gusts of wind. Quill didn’t often feel like a child, but it very much felt like she was being scolded as one.

“I will look for them.” She received a paper with the titles of the overdue books and tucked it into her pocket. Quill holds two from the stack of four to lessen the weight, ignoring the clerk’s irate eyebrow twitch. Holding the tomes away from her still wet clothes she says, “I know a good spot to read these.”

With decisive direction, they leave the library and return to the verdant gardens, surpassing it to delve deeper past the perimeter of what belonged to the Lasalle. They ducked beneath vines and low-hanging branches, squeezed through shrubs, crossed streams of water. Eventually, she stopped. The sunbaked air warmed her skin as she sat at the base of a trunk, then held the books she carried out to Kygo.

“I see them here often, the snakes. Sunlight falls best here, especially at this hour.” She glanced past his shoulder and up onto a curved branch, a thick vine loosely clung around it. Except it was no vine at all, but a serpent lounging directly underneath the sun’s light. “Sometimes when I come here to read, it feels like they are keeping me company.” A mild smile blossomed on her face. ​

 

[CrimsonInk]

THE JOKER.

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SCARLETT

LEONHARDT

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MOOD

HUNGRY, NOM!

OUTFIT

SOFT VIBES

LOCATION

KIDEM, HEAD LIBRARY TO
THE DOCKS

MENTIONS

NAVON Wyll

INTERACTS

lyn. ARICIA
CloudySkyLoftyMoon ÎSTOIRE

SIMPLE AND CLEAN — UTADA HIKARU.

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Wind and Words.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

CHAPTER ONE.

Scarlett smiled, following Aricia and staying close to Îstoire. The idea of shopping was becoming more of a splendid idea, especially with not having to worry about what to do after lunch. She was wanting some new fabrics for the upcoming season, and with an eye like Aricia’s she’s bound to direct her with something very pleasing to her style. She just knows that Îstoire is in for a ride with them. Shopping was going to be a wonderful pastime!

“I have been dying to go shopping with you!” she exclaimed, “you always know the best merchants and tailors and jewelers!”

Down the hall and past the doors, Scarlett momentarily closed her eyes to take in the fresh air. Focusing on the winds around them with the activity of the Kidem streets. Her years spent in Kidem have been nothing but wonderful in her eyes. Despite all the things that have happened at the academy, the seal somehow gave her a new form of hope she hadn’t thought about until now. Eyes now carefully watched Aricia and Îstoire with caution, traversing through the crowds with protective guard of them underneath her benevolent exterior.

The journey there wasn’t too hectic for the trio. Just as the streets, the docks were just as lively with tourists, locals, fisherman, almost anyone and everyone throughout Tainam. There were a few new stalls that caught Scarlett’s eye that seemed strange, but so intriguing from what they were selling. Perfumes, lotions, and jewelry all made ‘naturally from the sea’. Scarlett took note of possibly asking Îstoire for their opinions on the products later on.

Her stomach was dancing and she was hungry for some food. Close by she smelled the wonderful spices of meat, vegetables, and all other forms of food. Even her eyes caught on the sign for the fish shaped pastries filled with a choice of hazelnut, pistachio, red-bean, or white chocolate filling. The woman licked her lips from just the thought of something sweet, but her eyes were settled on the ball-shaped, pan-fried snack that was quite filling. The food stall owner was even mindful of all types of dietaries from all different races. The man at the stall was of fae descent. He was tall, lengthy and brawn with blonde locks and bright, violet eyes. He wore glasses and an orange apron with a smile that seemed to brighten almost everyone’s faces.

“Ah! This ones my favorite! His name is Samwell, and he’s very nice and the portions he gives are huge! What do you guys think?” she asked them.

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[DeathUnchained]

Jason Elvesh​

Location: Outside Head Library
Mentions: Quill, Saphielle
Interactions:  Zenith

Jason sat and looked towards the small changeling. He took in her answers and thought on them. Her movements, actions and the way she talked. He could tell she was guarded and wary. He couldn't quite place why. As he grew up with loving parents and a good and stable home, he had a hard time imagining things from a more negative perspective. However, he understood that his life most likely was an exception to most within the Seal. Thoughts ran through his mind of the things she may have faced, but of course he just smiled and kept a warm look on his face.

Hearing her question he just smiled a bit more "I admit that he isn't your.....average pet. He's big, strong and people have used elephant's as warm beasts for a long time....." His visor covered eyes looked to the great pachyderm, who was happily nuzzling against his owner. Content and happily flapping his ears. His trunk wrapped around his owner's arm "....but he was a gift from my parents. Subjecting him to battle is just......cruel. He's a lover. Not a fighter." He reached across his chest with his other hand, gently stroking Mumbasa's head. The elephant happily making noises of happiness and contentment.

Once Zennith asked her question Jason seemed to get a bit serious. He still had a smile even as he turned and looked at the main road. People of all shapes and sizes. His mind wandered to his friend, Saphielle and Quill, his one love. A warm smile on his lips "Did you know that giants only make up about.....10% of the population? Strong and powerful beings that, despite all their physical presence, are rare. Half giants even more so. The weak don't survive, yet I was blessed to be a member of one of the strongest races around."

The mood seemed almost somber, but there was a deep sense of calm as he looked out amongst the crowd of people enjoying the warm, sunny day "So many people are weaker than others. More are weaker than me. I was blessed with physical ability and an aptitude for a magic that makes me stronger than most of my kind. There had to be a reason, right?"

He turns his head, showing he was glancing at her, still smiling "There is a reason I specialize in guardian missions. Some people deserve to be protected. That is why I take such pride in the body I have made and the strength I carry. My motivations are simple. To protect those who can't protect them selves. As you are aware, killing is not all we do."

 

[CloudySkyLoftyMoon]

Îstoire – The Glutton

The Library | Kidem

Mentions: Aricia, Scarlett
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It didn’t take a genius to deduce Aricia’s wealth and affluence; perchance, one might initially be thrown off by her fervor and her abundant lack of the demure-ness commonly associated with noble women. Nobility wasn’t the only source of wealth; Aricia could very well have been a merchant’s daughter; but…that wasn’t the impression Îstoire got from her.

The was a certain world-weary cunning that every good merchant possessed; a wit and ken about the hearts of people, the needs of the masses, and societal trends that all lent to the types of profitable deals one would need to make to afford redesigning the entire Grand Library. Of course, that assumed Aricia was truly as wealthy as implied and spoke in more than jest. Îstoire believed the truth was blue-blooded.

After all, which merchant’s daughter would so freely purchase corsets without an iota of their maker’s name or face?

Frankly, it was all the better that Aricia’s pockets were deep and the strings on her purse loose. He’d been looking about a patron. Someone to fund the increasing costs of flasks, reagents, and magical paraphernalia. A wealthy noble daughter who spent freely? That was a dictionary-approved synonym for a patron.

But those were matters for another time, it wouldn’t do to spoil a day on the town with talks of business.

Îstoire looked up to find himself in-front of a stall.

”How curious. Why shape them like fish, is there a reason?”

Seafood was a familiar comfort for the Merfolk, but Îstoire was neither picky nor a traditionalist. This fried faux-pastry would be an interesting new experience and with Scarlett’s recommendation the quality was all but assured.

A good mood might even lubricate any future negations.

”What did you say was inside these again? And which flavors would you recommend?”

 

[Sir Mayday]

CODE BY SEROBLISS

Zenith

The Prodigy

Name: Zenith

Gender: Female

Interactions: Jason, DeathUnchained

Location: Outside Head Library



Zenith narrowed her eyes slightly as Jason continued to smile. Her gaze flickered between the beast and Jason. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the massive beast nuzzling its master with contentment. A gift from family.That... she could understand. It wasn't just a typical animal but one steeped in history and meaning. A little too sentimental for her taste but, it was not her pet. She was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable as she studied the two of them. Yet, as the elephant let out a happy trilling noise, a heaviness settled over her chest. Her jaw tightened, and a flicker of resentment spread across her like an cold damp blanket. She sniffed sharply, willing the feeling away, but it lingered. Thoughts started to scratch against her mind, unpleasant ones. What would it feel like to have something like that? A bond, a gift, a piece of family that wasn’t broken but maintained and cared for? It didn’t need to be as big or as remarkable as this beast. It just needed to be...

She quickly straightened her posture, she folded her arms across her chest and looked away. Internally she tried to smother the envious thoughts before they could sink deeper into her mind. “Ah, I see. It would be dishonorable to... put such a gift from family in harm’s way.” she murmured. Her voice was quiet and laced with something restrained. Her face warmed a slight color to her cheeks. A faint tension ran through her body, the urge to shift into something smaller, less visible, prickled under her skin. But she exhaled and ran a hand through her hair and plastered a smile onto her face. A practiced one, though this time it didn’t take much effort. She had plenty of emotions to use upon at the moment.

“You are... an uncommon one, Jason” she said, the faintest flicker of sincerity glimmering beneath her words. Which she then quickly squashed with her silence. She put her hands behind her back and took the role of a attentive listener then. Using the moment to focus on the information of half giants and more that Jason shared. A distraction she welcomed. As Jason’s expression deepened with emotion, she listened carefully, her practiced attentiveness sharpening as he spoke of his race. The weak don’t survive? Wasn’t that just the way of everything? Life was not something handed out freely. It was something you seized, earned, clawed your way into. Those who held themselves back, who allowed weakness to linger, were buried under the ground. Maybe with their bones barred to the sun. That was simply the way of the world.

Her head tilted slightly as he mentioned being of one of the strongest races and in his own way different. Thanks to his aptitude for magic. Her lips pressed together thoughtfully. Strength alone was admirable, but strength combined with skill was useful. She considered what it would mean to test that strength, to see just how far it extended. As he went on, she found herself nodding slightly. Yet, when he spoke of a grander reason for his gifts she narrowed her gaze. She moved close and leaned lightly against the elephant’s sturdy frame. Her eyes shiftedover the people in their sight.

“Rare, different, even among your kind. And yet... a reason for it all?” Her voice was thoughtful, almost teasing. “You make it sound so grand, Jason. But does there need to be a reason? Sometimes things simply are. Power exists, and we use it as we see fit. No grand destiny. No divine purpose. Just... choice. You understand?” Her fingers tapped idly against the elephant’s thick hide as she hummed softly to herself. “I do agree, though. This world is filled with weaklings. So many people clinging to others to protect them, to guide them, to lead them. Sometimes even to remind them how small they truly are when they forget their place.” Her smirk returned as she turned her head to look at him, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To remind others of pecking order. To remind them what strength looks like. Even if your motivations are... gentler than mine.”

She stepped away from the elephant and circled closer to Jason, her smirk softening into something more curious. “You know, I find your simple motivations admirable. I respect them. You’ve carved a path for yourself, and it’s clear, unobstructed...But...” She leaned slightly closer, her tone growing sharp “You said something that gave me more questions than answers. Who truly deserves to be protected? Is it the kind? The weak? The innocent? All of the above? How do you decide? Do you save them without question, without weighing what they might bring to the world in return?”

Her hand brushed lightly against the elephant’s side as her gaze remained fixed on Jason. “You call your motivations simple, but I think they’re anything but. Protection always comes with a cost, Jason. You must know that. This world is not generous, not kind. Everything has a price. Most of the time, we don’t see what that price is until it’s far too late.”

 

[WillOWispJJ]

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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 1:

As Kalin went to guide Fennec, he felt himself suddenly stop. His head turned to notice the other immobile. His golden eyes falling on the sophisticated looking tiefling. He had never seen anything like him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over the other.

“Who was he calling, Roan?” Kalin thought to himself. He already felt an uneasy sensation watching the two, but that set him into alert.

“I could sense your shadow magic across the plaza…”

“Shadow magic? Fennec doesn’t have access to shadow magic.” Kalin could feel his body starting to heat up. His heart started to speed up. Something wasn’t right. Had “Fennec” been lying to him this entire time?

“I don’t know why you’re disguised as Fennec, but now isn’t the time to play mind games. Control your shadows, Roan.”

There it was again. He could feel his heart pounding in his head. His eyes staring at the figure in front of him. This wasn’t Fennec. He had been lied to. He had been tricked and made a fool of by someone he considered his friend.

Kalin’s eyes narrowed into a glare. He could feel his body getting hotter and hotter. So fixated on Fen- no- Roan. He didn’t even react as the shadow tendril raced towards him. As the other ran off, Kalin ran after him. Not paying any mind to the other tiefling, barely hearing his words.

Kalin raced through the dark alleyways and followed Roan as closely as he could. He pushed through the crowds of people, not even stopping to check if they were ok as he ran. He wasn’t going to let Roan get away. He wanted- no- needed answers from him.

“Why did he lie to me? Aren’t we supposed to be friends? He didn’t trust me. I need to talk to him. I need answers. Where’s Fennec?” Questions upon questions raced through Kalin’s head. He didn’t even care that the Professor was following them. He didn’t care that people cursed at him as he pushed them aside. The only thing he focused on was Roan.

Eventually, he caught up to them. With one swift motion, Kalin firmly grasped Roan’s right arm and pushed him against the wall of an alleyway. Only then, did it register. The scream. His sharp eyes quickly glanced down to where he had held Roan’s arm and he let go instantly. The fabric of Roan’s clothes were burned, the pale skin was burned a deep red. Flesh and blood coiled around each other in the shape of a handprint around his arm.

Yet, Kalin kept Roan pinned against the wall. Arms gated him on either side. “How long?” Kalin whispered. “How long have you kept this from me? Why did you keep this from me? Where is Fennec?!” Kalin’s voice turned from whispers to a growl. His hair sparked to flame as he ended his questioning.

Tears turned to steam as they dripped from his eyes. “How long have you lied to me? Did I mean nothing to you!?”

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[DeathUnchained]

Jason Elvesh​

Location: Outside Head Library
Mentions:
Interactions:  Zenith

Jason took a moment to really listen and taken what she was trying to say. To be honest, he couldn't really see her point of view. It sounded so..... Dark. Of course he wouldn't be able to understand it. While Jason didn't fully understand the implications of his own upbringing, he wasn't exposed to as much darkness so early on as the rest of his fellow agents. He grew up looking for the positive things, raised by a mother who taught him that there was always a greater purpose. A father who taught him to work hard. His upbringing was quite different than most in the Seal. However, hearing her words made him feel pity and sadness. What had happened to her. What had caused her to be so dark.

For the first time his smile faded. Despite the visor covering his eyes, it still looked as though he was sad "My dear girl....what happened to you?"

Jason sat still, his eyes locked to her behind the cold, black steel of the visor "I choose who to protect based on my own observations. Morals and knowledge instilled into me by my parents." He stood up, Mumbasa lazily following his lead as Jason spoke in a soft and yet clearly concerned voice "It is not my place to put others in theirs. It not the fate of everyone to stay as they have always been. It is fundamental nature that all things change, evolve and grow."

A softer version of his smile returned to his face "Being weak is not shameful. Choosing to stay weak is, so I don't shame those who wish to come out ahead. That's what we all try to do, is it not?"

Jason gently strokes his elephants back "Sorry, but I have to go feed him now. Just....think about that a bit." He then turned and smiled at her as he waved. Walking off with his big beast in tow. The people smiling and waving at them as they walked by.

 

[roxybirdie]

THE TROUBLEMAKER.

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ROAN

"FENNEC"

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MOOD

Panic Attack!

OUTFIT

RANGER CASUAL

LOCATION

Alleyway (Kidem)

MENTIONS

N/A

INTERACTS

Kalin

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WillOWispJJ

BONES — IMAGINE DRAGONS.

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GRIM REAPER,

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

CHAPTER 1.

Roan Duskraven is a changeling; they will be addressed as Fennec Sunshadow until further notice.​

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Fuck, fuck, FUCK–!

His face rippled like water. His skin shifted from a snow white to a warm beige. However, the melanin melted away like butter. Fennec–no, Roan–no, Fennec–no– struggled to concentrate. His disguise was compromised. If he could adorn his mask and return as Fennec, maybe–

His heart clenched. The name of his – no, their – dead lover felt like scorching embers on his – their – tongue. He – stop it, they – wasn't Fennec Sunshadow.

The real Fennec died two years ago.

Their height fluctuated between 5'5 and 6'0, causing them to collide against (almost) every obstacle possible. Stacked crates, a pile of barrels – a fucking brick wall. Their balance was completely unstable. Despite their rippling form, Roan continued to flee.

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❪ CW for depiction of blood and burnt flesh. ❫​

║ The changeling mask is BROKEN... ║​

Since they were focused on running – must hide, must hide, MUST HIDE – Roan didn't notice the scorching hand until it was too late. Suddenly, a hand lashed out and seized their right forearm. Their skin immediately sizzled and bubbled like charred bacon. The flames burned through the fabric of their sleeve (and a portion of their poncho-cloak) and licked at their flesh almost gleefully, leaving behind a searing hand print on their ghostly pale wrist. Due to the lack of melanin, the burn mark was bright red and viciously angry.

The burnt flesh and blood marred the delicate purple flower tattooed on their forearm. The searing lines shaping the hand print cut through the lavender petals like a scorching ray of light. For a moment, all Roan could do was stare.

Wha ... What happened?

Then the immense pain hit them.

Roan couldn't hold back their scream even if they tried. A few seconds later, Kalin released their forearm. They immediately cradled their wrist against their chest in a feeble attempt to stem the bleeding. Before they could react, Kalin shoved them against the wall. His hands rested on both sides of their head, effectively caging them.

There was nowhere to run. Kalin trapped them.

❪ CW for trauma. Roan is experiencing flashbacks. ❫
Kalin is NOT threatening to beat Roan. It's part of the trauma response.​

“How long have you kept this from me? Why did you keep this from me? Where is Fennec?!"​

Roan flinched in response. "I–" They struggled to form the words. "He ... I–" They trembled and bowed their head, hunching their shoulders and making themself appear smaller. It was pure instinct. They need to appear small and harmless – completely submissive – before they were beaten to a pulp–

Wait, why are they hiding? They weren't in Al-Lotoy anymore–

Kalin burned them.

It hurt – gods above, it hurt really bad – and the smell of burnt flesh reminded them of their homeland. Their stomach churned. Fuck, Roan hated the stench of death. Suddenly, a chilling thought surfaced.

If Kalin burned them, what's stopping him from hitting them until they're black and blue?

While Roan was the stronger agent–

A low whine escaped their lips. They tucked their bleeding wrist underneath their cloak.

–they were in no condition to fight back. Deep down, Roan couldn't – no, refused – to harm Kalin. If he truly wanted them to suffer...

All they could do was bow their head and take it.

“How long have you lied to me? Did I mean nothing to you!?"​

Roan stiffened. "No..." They lurched forward, but their knees buckled. "NO!" They collapsed against Kalin like a marionette with its strings cut. "Don't say that, Kal. You mean EVERYTHING to me!" They raised their hand – the arm unmarred by blood and fire – and clutched the front of Kalin's shirt. The tips of their fingernails lengthened into claws. It tore through the fabric of the older tiefling's shirt, but their grip wasn't strong enough to pierce his skin.

"I ... I ..." Roan pulled back. Fathomless black met piercing gold. They let out a shaky breath. Their skin felt clammy and cold to the touch. "Fennec ... he ... he's–" They swallowed thickly. The dark truth felt like a heavy weight on their shoulders. After two years, it became unbearable.

Tears pricked at the corner of their eyes. They bowed their head and gripped Kalin's shirt like a lifeline. For a moment, the pain of their burn paled in comparison to the overwhelming ache in their heart.

"He's dead. Fennec died two years ago..."

A heart-wrenching scream echoed in their mind. Flashes of ash and blood clouded their vision.

A sorrowful smile painted his lips. He cupped the side of their face. "I'm so sorry ... my sweet Moon..."​

Tears trickled down their face. "He died protecting me on our last mission together..." Their head remained lowered. They didn't have the courage to meet Kalin's gaze. "The same mission where I died..."

"I love you, my Moon..."​

They say time eventually healed all wounds. However, the grief in their heart was as raw and biting as that dreadful night all those moons ago. Instead of healing over, the wound festered like a deadly infection. "I failed to protect him. I should've died that night so ... I did." While their heart moved on (to a certain tiefling) and found someone else, the festering wound continued to haunt them.

It fueled their elaborate charade ... until now.

"Seal agents who die are forgotten and essentially erased from history. Not a lot of agents remember me nowadays. I didn't even receive a memorial." A bitter snort escaped their lips. Resentment was evident in the huff of breath. "I didn't want Fennec to be forgotten. He deserved to be remembered."

"As for me ... I'm used to being forgotten," Roan murmured.

They adjusted their injured arm, eliciting a hiss. "I'm a changeling. I thought I could take his place and keep his memory alive, but..." A sob escaped their lips. "I failed. I couldn't even mimic his personality right..."

"I'll always ... love you..."​

Roan breathed in deeply and – with a sudden burst of courage – raised their head. I-I know I..." They winced. So much for bravery. Their pitch black eyes were filled with regret and despair. "I should've told you. I know I ... it's not that I didn't trust you, I ... most changelings don't reveal their true nature. Then Fennec died and I–" They were rambling. How could they explain what happened and justify everything?

They can't.

There was no justifying what happened. Fennec died and it was all their fault. They failed to protect their partner. Instead of returning as Roan, their grief prompted them to fake their own death so they didn't have to face the consequences of their failure.

It wasn't the most logical or healthy reaction, but...

"I'm sorry I lied to you, Kal. I'm so sorry..." Fresh tears flooded their vision. At this point, all they could do was beg for forgiveness. "You mean everything to me. That ... I know I lied to you and you have no reason to believe me, but it's the truth. I ... I l-lov- y-yo–" Their breath hitched. Their eyes widened with horror.

They didn't mean to say that–

Roan, you fool.

Without their sunny disguise – they didn't even equip their original half-drow mask – Roan felt completely raw and vulnerable. It made them impulsive and reckless.

Gods, they hated the feeling.

Case in point, a garbled confession with the worse timing possible.

Roan, you sentimental and delusional fool...

They lowered their head. A curtain of snow white hair draped over their face. "I'm sorry..." they whispered.

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[WillOWispJJ]

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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 1:

Kalin felt the tight grip of Roan’s claws pierce his shirt. He could feel the slight pressure of them gliding across his skin. Even still, Kalin kept his arms propped against the wall. Roan had lied to him for two years. TWO YEARS. He had told so much, left himself so vulnerable, to Roan before THAT mission. And Roan threw it into the trash.

The small whine caught Kalin’s attention. He turned his head to stare into the black pools of Roan’s eyes.

Then, it hit him.

His eyes drifted for a split moment to Roan’s arm. The beautifully crafted lavender flower now seared a deep blood red. His eyes widened a bit in realization. Anger replaced by fear for a split second.

He hadn’t meant to hurt him.

He didn’t mean to burn him.

He didn’t want this.

Still, the pain in his heart forced its way back to the surface. “If I truly meant everything to you…why did you lie to me? Why keep this from me for TWO years?” Kalin balled his hands against the brick wall. How could his best friend do this to him? He had given Roan so much of his time. His emotion. His weaknesses. Roan knew everything about Kalin, especially his code for honesty, so why? Why did he lie to him?

“Seal agents who die are forgotten and essentially erased…Not a lot of agents remember me…I didn’t even receive a memorial.”

Kalin scoffed. He could feel his hair start to stand, sparks starting to catch on the ends of his hair. “He wouldn’t have been forgotten by the people that cared about him. This wasn’t for Fennec’s sake. This was for your own selfish reasons. You didn’t want to believe or accept that Fennec was dead. So you kept using this disguise. This trick. To comfort your grief when you should have moved on. I wouldn’t have forgotten Fennec! You wouldn’t have forgotten him! The people who cared about him wouldn’t have!”

Kalin’s hair burst to flame as he shouted his last words. The bright orange-yellow flames illuminated the alley. Shadows creeped in on Kalin’s face making him seem more dark. While the flames illuminated Roan’s face. His white skin shined.

“You mean everything to me. That…I know I lied to you and you have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. I..I l-lov- y-yo-”

Kalin opened and widened his eyes. Hell, he hadn’t realized they were closed. He stared at Roan in disbelief. “Really? Now? You think now is the time to confess or tell me something, when all you have done to me is LIE? ” Kalin’s breath hitched for just a moment. All the anger that had been boiling up now came fully to the surface.

“YOU THINK I’M GOING TO JUST FORGIVE YOU!?” Kalin’s voice became hoarse, raspy, as he growled. “Two years of this, Roan! At any point in time we could have talked! You could have said something! We could have BEEN something!”

Kalin’s flames seemed to burn brighter and brighter before suddenly going out. His arms dropped from the wall. He held them close across his chest. His voice went soft, but still raspy, as he turned to leave, “You’re right about one thing, Roan. ” The name filled with venom as Kalin spoke. “It should have been you.” And, with that, Kalin left back to the Library.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Wyll]

CHAPTER 2 - Roll Out

Location: Head Library >>> Tainam
Interactions/Mentions: Anything and everything within the RP that has a pulse​

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Two weeks after the events of Chapter 1.

If a regular person walked into the library, they would testify that the library seemed abuzz with electric life; an atmosphere that made it feel as if the air itself was charged with something raw and wild. Indeed, they'd be able to sense this. But not one of them would be able to tell you why.

Whether it was nervous energy, poorly-contained excitement, or even freshly brewed conflict,, they couldn't tell you. All they would be able to note was that the air seemed pregnant with anticipation of something. Despite this, however, the day remained for them as normal as any day that had come before it.

After all, the library stood as it always had. There was nothing noteworthy about the way the light bounced off the walls and the air was just as still as it had been on any other day. All the librarians walked and worked with the same purpose they always had, addressing matters quickly and efficiently. The only thing that would peak the attention of the patrons would be the uncharacteristically long list of recommendations.

Some mused that the library had gotten a new shipment of books. Others suggested that the library was trying a new system. Whatever the case may be, most received the recommendations well. As for the books themselves, most of them were not even in the same genre and being about to tie a thread that connected all of them together seemed like an impossibility. However, all that ment for the common folk was that they had a variety of books to choose from. No matter your interest, surely one of these books would interest you. In fact, perhaps that was why the library listed so many.

Such excitement was not shared by the whisper-walking, shadow-speaking members of The Seal, though. For the Agents, a nervous tremor ran down their spine because they all knew exactly what they were looking at. After the lull of the last two weeks, with missions being few and far between, this felt like a splash of ice water to one who was still asleep.

A Roll Out. It was something that was only ever spoken of in tall tales and jokes: a situation where every single Agent of The Seal is assigned to a mission. Even Guille and Seer's books were on the list of recommendations. Ordinarily, neither of their books ever made an appearance. When one of their books made it on the list, it was the gossip of The Seal for the next month. Perhaps two. Having both on the list at the same time was...unheard of.

Without forming an obvious queue, team after team of Agents went into Bookie's office to receive the mission details and get briefed on the situation. Apparently, Seer and Guille had already left for their mission and, because pretty much every other Agent would be on mission, requesting help might not be a very reliable option.

As was typical, Lorekeepers were left in charge of the missions, and so each Team Leader got an additional talking to about the importance of accountability, communication and trust.

When they were through with Bookie, they went to Keep to collect their Contact Runes and then were sent on their way. For those staying within Emem, horses were provided, while small ships were provided for all those sailing into The Empire.

A while after the Agents had all left, Eltan returned to the library and Keep git him busy - first, returning the books he had borrowed to their place on the shelves, and then with tidying the shelves in general. With no Agents to look after, however, Bookie was free to spend the time getting the books organized with Eltan.

Standing behind Eltan, Bookie sighed as he observed the wear on some of the books Eltan was returning. If the boy liked a book, he would show it no mercy. Bookie knew this. However, some of the books looked rough even for Eltan, rough enough to warrant a conversation about taking care of the books. Not now, though. Right now, he simply wanted to enjoy the rare moment of having time to spend with his son. Such opportunities were too rare too be wasted talking about the upkeep of books.

 

[Wyll]

The Fire

Navon
Hara

Navon's eyes seemed permanently closed throughout the journey to Lord Salnet's city. Distraction was not a luxury that he - or any of them - could afford. And, though he preached logic and rationality and tried to live by that Bookie's explanation of Lord Salnet's crimes hit a rarely-tapped nerve in Navon. There were many sins Navon could find within himself to forgive. However, crimes against one's own people were the gravest in his sight. A righteous anger boiled within him. One that he kept from showing on his features, yet roared like an ancient furnace in his heart.

As the ship approached the port, almost as a distraction, he chose instead to focus on his companions. He had read Scarlett's mission reports and knew she was capable of holding her own - especially if the Pillars trusted her enough to send her out on solo missions. As for Fennec, the two had had a fair number of sparring matches and even missions together. Though he was more reckless of late, he was still sure to be a valuable addition to the team. Then there was Kiva.

His eyes slowly opened to fix her with a quiet, watchful, firm gaze. His eyes held no intention, yet it seemed as though he stared straight through her and he was not ashamed for her to notice. After a moment of taking every bit of her into consideration, he closed his eyes just as casually as he had opened them, continuing in his mediation.

He didn't have much information on Kiva, which meant that he would need to pay the most attention to her and gain what information he could during the mission. A less than ideal situation, to be sure, but still entirely possible, albeit slightly inconvenient. As for the other two, he replayed everything he had seen or known of both Scarlett and Fennec. Scarlett's fluidity and Fennec's unpredictability; her diligence and his cunning. The two simultaneously amplified each other's strengths and balanced them out. However, they did seem rather...energetic. Not a trait to be faulted for, but he would watch to make sure neither of them drew unneeded attention to their group.

There was a rocking motion and a muted thud, indicating that the ship had met port. Navon released a slow, pensive breath as he quieted his thoughts. Beyond the mission, his objectives were as follows: watch and protect Kiva; run damage control for Scarlett and Fennec; see what the others do not. All other thoughts faded to nothingness, at least until the mission was successfully concluded.

He stood slowly and allowed a small stretch before getting off the boat along with the rest of his companions. Upon his first quick look around, he could almost be fooled to believe that he was in Cathior again. The people wore the same mask of brokenness that was painfully common on Cathioran streets. Their eyes were sunken and lifeless, their skin was blemished by life itself and, if hopelessness had a smell, then it was surely whatever stench sat heavy in the air. In Kidem, a ship couldn't make landfall without those on board being swarmed by merchants and traders of all kinds. The arrival of a new ship was always an occasion. Here, however, the only eyes they meet seemed to warn them to get back on the ship and leave, to return to wherever they had come from.

A terrible anger raged inside of him on behalf of both Cathior and those under Lord Salnet. The eyes of the people here told him that they knew what Salnet was doing. They knew of his crimes yet felt powerless to stop them. Without making direct eye contact with anyone in particular, he silently promised to return their families back to them and ensure that Salnet meets justice.

When he turned again to his companions, his expression could only be described as indifferent, as though entirely unmoved by the desolation surrounding them. His eyes first find Scarlett, foxing her with a sharp gaze that held a hundred unspoken words. Though, one couldn't tell what those words were. In his mind, she should be the leader of this mission. Having the experience of Assassin, Spy and Lorekeeper makes her, in his mind, the most acceptable choice.

Without ceremony, he moves his piercing, amber gaze to Kiva. He nods his head towards her, hands folded in front of him. After all, if they were going to truly help these people, they couldn't afford to waste time with action-less sympathy as he suspected the others might be tempted to do. "This is your Book. How should we write it?" He fell so naturally, even seamlessly, into the use of coded speech that words formed themselves. As for the question, experience had given him at least four answers immediately they got off the ship. In fact, with most other people, he would have offered suggestions rather than leaving it open-ended. But if this Kiva was do be an Agent of The Seal, the first thing she'd need to learn is how to analyze a situation and come up with a plan. He knew without question that both Scarlett and Fennec could do so easily. He needed to make sure Kiva could as well. And here, when they were not actively under attack seemed like the safety time for it.

Mentions: Scarlett ( CrimsonInk ), Roan ( roxybirdie ), Kiva ( LumaThePhoenix )

 

[DeathUnchained]

Jason Elvesh​

Location: Caravan Outside Al-Lotoy
Mentions: Quill ( Klown )
Interactions:  Saphielle ( Talathel ), Aricia ( lyn. ), Istoire ( CloudySkyLoftyMoon ), Igdunn ( YellowBeanBeing )

The sudden influx of jobs seemed a bit out of the blue. Of course he wasn't objecting to work, but after a couple weeks of not having a job, it seemed like there was a sudden wave of need for agents. Despite this he found himself quite excited. It had been a while since he had gotten to work, so this was something extraordinarily fun.

He sat in the large cart in the Caravan. Surrounded by the massive sacks of flour. A smile formed on his lips as he thinks upon the plan for this mission. Adjusting the straps on his gauntlets, he was genuinely excited about this plan. Istoire had made up quite the scheme. Simple tactics that used the skills of the others on the team quite well.

The sound of the cart moving over the bumpy path was the only thing he could hear. Solely focused on the task of preparing himself for the job ahead. This was different from his usual missions. Of course he understood that he wasn't always going to be on a bodyguard mission, but this was something different. He had to manage getting around without killing people, despite everyone in this place making an attempt on his life. However, this was just the kind of challenge he liked.

His visor covered eyes moved over to his sword. Gungnier was crafted specifically for him. A smile formed on his face. The sword his father made for him, one that had been made for him and him alone. A massive weapon that most giants would have had trouble wielding. It was a wonderful weapon and one close to his heart.

After a long while of thought Jason rose up and took a deep breath. Taking his heavy steps over to his sword, lifing it with ease and sliding in onto his back. His foot steps shaking the cart as it came to a stop outside the city of Al-Lotoy


Taking the time to strap his sword on his back. He felt safe with it on, maybe it was the durability enhancing properties. Maybe it was the fact that it was a piece of home. Maybe both, but it felt nice to him.

Finally he emerged from the back of the carriage. Watching such a large individual get out of a carriage that could barely contain him was quite a sight. The weight of his body made quite clear as his feet landed on the ground. It must have been quite an imposing sight to see. Seeing such a large individual with such an imposing figure and sword.

The air was clear, windy and warm. The half giant walked towards the other agents at the front of the Caravan. He looked over to the carriages, each one filled with flour. A smirk forming on his face.

Once he reached the group, hearing them go over the plans, he sat down to equalize the height a little bit. Not being much for tactical issues, he simply listened as they laid out the plan and went over details. Knowing that they would ask if they wanted his opinion, his attention was shifted over to Eona. He smiled a bit and pet the wolf, much to the dismay of Mumbasa, who he had recruited to pull a few of the carts. The elephant trumpeted at his half giant owner. Jason rolled his eyes and reached over, rubbing the pets trunk.

"Don't be jealous buddy. I don't see Eona as much as I see you."

Jason chuckled as now he was stuck between petting both of the animal companions. He turned and looked to the group, listening as Istoire as he laid out the plan. To be honest he didn't know what to think about this group. Of course he knew them and has had conversation with them, but the only one he really knew was Saph. Of course, even on a mission, he was worried. The memories still fresh of not being there for Quill. The pain that it caused him was unbearable. The entire reason for his being the way he is, was to protect those that he wanted to protect. To protect those who were close to him. Yet the most important person in his life was someone he couldn't protect. Someone he didn't protect. It was like a knife to the heart. The thought of that happening to someone else close to him shattered his soul.

Jason glanced over to Saph, the same jovial smile he always had on his face, but hiding a true sense of worry "Seems like this will be a wild one. Extremely dangerous. Are you.... confident?" At this point he assumed she knew him well enough to understand that this was his way of expressing concern. He hoped she knew that he was hell-bent on protecting those he cared about and he looked at her like a dear friend. The half giant showing genuine concern for the safety of someone he considered so close to him.

Jason continued to smile as he spoke to the group "Hopefully I can get to each of you if you need me." He chuckled a bit, but for those who noticed things, it was clear he had some serious worry, his confidence cracked by events of the past.

 

[Klown]

Location: Aboard a ship; Near the Twin Cities
Interactions: Kygo Shadow Kalin WillOWispJJ Cresley hery Zenith Sir Mayday
Mentions:

Quill only liked the ocean when she was with company. Hearty laughter paired well with the salty splash of waves; the briny air harmonized sweetly with the hollered chorus of deckhands commanding the vessel. It lulled her into comfortable nostalgia, cradled by her earliest memories among the fiery hearts and indomitable spirits of the Errant Fleet. She was grateful to still have them with her after all these years, even if some had become blurred and nameless.

She draped over the balustrade edge of the boat like a cloth out to dry. Should her height have allowed it, her torso would’ve stretched over enough to provoke alarm but for now only prompted a raised brow. Regardless, her tail was looped around a baluster, assuring her to the deck. It’d been a while since she’d felt her stomach’s nauseating dance with the water, the two in perfect sync much to her chagrin. At least it eased with the memory of a broad hand on her back, supplying a touch both comforting and securing.

“Land ho!” A voice announced, the wind carrying it across the entire ship. Quill’s head rolled towards the bow, seeing the mass of land growing along the horizon. The Twin Cities. Quill unwrapped herself from the railing and sought her team.

The mission alarmed her contrary to what one might gather from her nonchalance. If sensitive information about The Seal’s base and its agents were being leaked, it meant the likelihood of a mole or somewhere, someplace, someone had made a mistake. Perhaps it explained the Roll Out.

Before finding the group, Quill stopped a deckhand by tugging his sleeve, provoking a confused arch of his brow. She reached into her hip bag and pulled out two brightly colored lemons, tucking them into his calloused palms before he could question why he was accepting them.

“For the scurvy,” she said plainly. “I dropped the other eleven before we got on the ship.” Without allowing him the courtesy to respond, Quill immediately turned and trotted towards her team, leaving the nonplussed deckhand with a meager two lemons.

They gathered at the front of the ship, Quill’s eagerly flicking tail betraying her excitement despite the placidity of her features. She dug into her bag again, this time pulling out a handful of hand-crafted things.

Flexible twigs braided with tall grass and clovers; small raw pieces of amber are secured within the little pockets. Hanging from them wrapped in a delicate copper wire are preserved dragonfly wings, an auburn feather, and a small clean wishbone. No charm looked identical although composed of the same material. Their sizes are discreet enough to be hung somewhere on one’s person, used as a bracelet, or tucked away in a pocket.

“There is one for each of you.” Quill handed them out one by one. “I hoped they would bring us luck for what’s to come.” In a manner that could be interpreted as bashful, Quill clasped her dropped hands together. "Though I’m confident we can succeed with skill alone.”​

 

[CloudySkyLoftyMoon]

Îstoire – The Glutton

Caravan Outside Al-Lotoy

Mentions: Bookie, Seer, Guille
Interaction: Aricia, Saphielle, Jason, Igdunn
| Tags: Talathel YellowBeanBeing lyn. DeathUnchained

Causality, the law of cause-and-effect; one of myriad wefts about which the tapestry of the universe was woven. No event, ordinary or extraordinary, could occur without reason: whether the simple providence of a summer’s rain or the complex profligacy of ‘human’ strife. The cycle of cause-and-effect was iron-clad, and nothing was exempt its purview—least of all, the dealings of the world’s foremost cabal of assassins.

”A Roll Out…”

A touch of pink brought a moment’s relief to the dry, nibbled-at skin of his lips. In spite of the mission ahead, or perhaps because of it, Îstoire’s thoughts lingered on the sudden deployment of all the Seal’s active members.

Happenstance? An influx of routine missions that just-so-happened to warrant enough immediacy that every cloak and dagger of the Seal had been dispatched? That would have been sufficient explanation under normal circumstance; however, normality couldn’t be mentioned in the same breath as Seer & Guile. That one had been dispatched—that both had been dispatched…

Hmmm.

Although ostensible a spontaneous occurrence, spontaneity merely implied ignorance on the part of the observer. Trouble was afoot; of that, he was certain. The two-week lull of inactivity had been little more than a prelude—the calm before the storm. A storm with deep and murky waters…

Îstoire lacked information. In fact, he suspected Bookie faced the very same dilemma. He would even wager the cords they now moved to extract were informants meant to remedy the issue hence the mission’s focus on safety and conflict avoidance. Or…was he simply overthinking things?

Informants in Al Latoy were, without doubt, possessed of keen intellect and phenomenal disposition. Their time in the land of thieves would no-doubt guarantee a treasure trove of information. If Îstoire posited his guesswork, then…why would Bookie entrust the direction of such a critical extraction to…well, himself?

He was overthinking…surely.

Nevertheless, even if this mission wasn’t a crucial as speculated, that was no reason to put forth anything less than his best foot. And truly, the merman suffered the injustice of a full human transformation to ensure the proceedings went as smoothly as was possible. Îstoire spared a grimace for the awkwardness of bi-pedal locomotion and finished his preparations: a common shortsword hilted at his waist, a dagger hidden in his boot, a pouch of palm-sized crossbow bolts tucked into his vest.

Without further ado, Îstoire moved to meet his group. The group he was responsible for leading and, most of all, keeping alive. This was…a rather big jump from group projects at the magic academy.

After a acknowledging nod to the behemoth half-giant and his equally mammoth companions, Îstoire wet his lips.

”I won’t stand on platitudes. I’m sure many, if not all, of you have more time and experience in this field than I do. So before we’re in the thick of it, I’d let to share my thoughts, seek your guidance, and answer any last-minute questions about our plan.”

”First, I suspect our Cords to hold crucial information and want to re-state the non-combative nature of this mission. Al Latoy is not known for its fondness for hostages or captives, so there’s reason to believe the Al Latoy suspect something about our Cords. They may be more heavily guarded than we first anticipated.”

”Second, if at all possible, we should use the conflict between Al Latoy and Falin to the north to disguise our actions. Our actions will be more readily overlooked if they can be misconstrued as a ‘routine border conflict’ and a real skirmish would aid our ability to maneuver amidst the chaos.”

”Third, no plan survives contact with the enemy. Be prepared to act at your own digression even if that means de-railing the plan. We cannot hope to predict the situation in Al-Latoy and you shouldn’t constrain your actions by trying to adhere to a plan that may prove unfeasible.”

”That said…any questions regarding our plan?”

 

[Sir Mayday]

CODE BY SEROBLISS

Zenith

The Prodigy

Name: Zenith

Gender: Female

Interactions: Klown Shadow WillOWispJJ

Location: Port, Near the Twin Cities


Zenith had questions about the sudden influx of missions. The timing, the frequency of the missions had tugged at the edges of her mind. But did questioning the motives of those above her really matter? Did it alter her goals, her purpose, the mission itself? No. She was called upon, and she would answer, as she always did. Her emotions, however, were a different matter. She felt excitement about the mission. Yet work was not the place for indulgence or distraction. What she felt didn’t matter. What masks she wore, now that mattered. What emotions would those masks need to convey? She hummed softly to herself as she walked, her body moving fluidly with the ship's rhythmic sway.

The sharp tang of the sea filled her nostrils. The cries of gulls overhead as their destination loomed closer. The ship was no place for questions, and paying for passage would have raised too many of them. Instead, she had slipped into a mask. She had made the face of a weary deckhand down on their luck. A hardened mask of sun-weathered skin, a few scars, cracks from years at sea, but no marks of someone that would command or too much fresh naivety. Just a nobody blending seamlessly into the crew. Sailors were worse than the most superstitious old women. Their endless gossip grating yet valuable. Small talk was an art and she performed it with casual ease. She insulted strangers with just the right sting to keep their attention. She spun tales of horrors in the depths. she nodded knowingly at their endless mysteries of the sea. At times, it felt agonizingly dull.

In those moments, her mind drifted. She imagined herself back in her room at the Library. With her soft silk sheets wrapping her like a cocoon and the comforting scent of wintergreen from a candle burning low. Those rare and precious moments when she could shed all masks and simply be herself. Yet such luxuries were fleeting, and she had long since learned to endure. The cramped hammock she slept in, the grime clinging to her hands was necessary. Dignity was irrelevant. Only the mission mattered.

When they finally arrived, the bustling sight of the port greeted her. Quill and the others were already visible. Zenith’s sharp gaze flicked around and she found a shadowed corner where she could change. She turned her head slightly, feigning busywork as her body shifted. Her features melted away like wax, reforming into a young woman’s face with dark hair, brown eyes, and patches of her skin darkening to tattoos.


Once she was satisfied with her transformation, she slid through the crowd toward the group. As she neared, she adjusted her stance to catch Quill’s attention. For good measure, her eyes briefly shifted before settling back into the mask she wore. “Ah, great to see you again!” she called out, her voice bright and laced with enthusiasm. The grin on her face was wide, but just a shade too sharp to be entirely genuine. The beginning of the development of her mask began. When the item was handed to her, Zenith blinked. She studied it with quickly. Her fingers turned it over, searching for hidden messages or marks as she stuck her tongue out in a playful display. “Oh, you shouldn’t have” she said with a feigned tone of flattery. Yet, confusion flickered in her eyes.

At the mention of skill her expression shifted, the grin fading into something sharper “Good. Skill and luck are always useful... though a well-executed agenda is better.” She straightened, her posture rigid yet fluid, her focus turning to the others. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she scanned them. Finally, her gaze locked on Quill, her voice soft but steady. “Have there been any changes to the tasks during travel? If so, I’m ready to adapt. If not, I’m ready to proceed.”

 

[LumaThePhoenix]

Kiva Fitzgerald

==> Flashback Unlocked: "Fear, Panic, and Leadership" <==​

“Anyone but me. It could've been ANYONE else. It SHOULD'VE been anyone else. Yet, the pillars chose me to be the leader for this mission. It doesn't make any sense.” Kiva's thoughts frantically raced through her mind. Her vision was directed at the ceiling, but she was too deep in thought to say that she was looking at it. She had already fainted once from being overwhelmed by the news of her being selected as a leader. Now she was trying to avoid it happening a second time. “Scarlett’s got the experience already. She'd be a perfect leader. Fennec’s got the fearlessness and boldness that leaders tend to possess. Navon’s natural intimidation factor demands respect just as a leader does. They're all better suited for this than I am. So why me? Has this all been some sort of elaborate ruse to humiliate me by using me as an example to show the others what not to do as a leader?”

Tears run off the sides of her face as she's laying in bed. The self-doubt and fear take turns mentally knocking her around. “What if we fail the mission or everyone else goes rogue and things fall apart? It'll be my fault. And what if someone gets hurt because of me? How could I even face the Pillars after that? Sure I'm a good tactician, but I'm nowhere near as efficient of a fighter as anyone else on the team. They might kick me out of The Seal...or worse. They might send me off to the pirates as punishment for my failure.”

Kiva shivers at the last thought. The nightmares since that horrifying day continue to haunt her. Her normally cheerful demeanor and friendly smile were nowhere to be found. It was obvious that she was afraid. Perhaps she isn't cut out for this. After all, she's just a healer with defensive skills. For an hour straight, the young woman contemplated whether or not she should see this through. Ultimately, she decides to at least see how this mission plays out. Kiva couldn't just leave without the answers she was promised. Even if she had to earn them through these tasks, the least she could do is was try. On top of that, this still serves as a golden opportunity for her to help others. There's no way she'd pass it up, no matter how frightening it seems. Kiva closes her eyes, drifting towards another horror show of a dream. Instead, she's intercepted by the present time as she returns from being zoned out.

==> End Flashback <==​

The open water had become more of a home to Kiva than her actual residence. The waves had a way of keeping her at ease. It didn't take her long to notice Navon staring a hole through her. On land, she'd probably be frightened by such a vicious gaze. The water kept her calm long enough to make eye contact before looking away. She may have survived the moment without breaking, but it was still a harsh reminder of her situation. He didn't trust her as a leader. To be fair, he's right to doubt her. All of them are. That means it was now her job to prove that The Seal was right to pick her to lead this mission. She can cry and cower later. Right now, people needed their help.

As they reached land, despair filled the air. A poisonous aura of defeat and hopelessness that Kiva had never seen or felt before. This was the moment when it all came together. THIS is why she was chosen. To be a beacon of light for those trapped in the darkness. Kiva had been so used to greeting those that traveled to Rumar with a friendly smile that it felt like an arrow pierced her heart when she and her crew were met with sadness. These poor people were devastated. Ripped away from their loved ones by order of a tyrant.

The young healer spent a few moments taking in the atmosphere a bit more before she was interrupted by Navon questioning her. The way he spoke hinted that he wanted to know her game plan. Kiva takes a deep breath before responding to him.

“We turn the tide.”

By itself, the answer seemed like a simple pun wrapped around a generic response. There was more to this one, however. Her voice was gentle, but it was easy to tell that she was completely serious. The tactician within her had woken up to devise a strategy. “We acknowledge the negatives and turn them into positives. That's how we write our story of triumph.” She looks back and forth between Navon, Scarlett, and Fennec. “Our top priority is rescuing the hostages that Salnet has taken, not creating a bloodbath. So no senseless killing. Especially since they have the leverage right now. We're on their turf. They know this city better than we do. They may not know what we're capable of, but the same goes the other way around. If we go in there recklessly and start causing chaos, they could retaliate by attacking the hostages out of sheer desperation. One or more of us could get hurt as well. I'd say our best bet is to start off by gaining as much knowledge as we can about both our opposition and the environment there. We can spend today doing that. If we can find even the slightest exploit that could give us an edge, we can use that to assure our victory.”

Kiva looks back at the boat and then at the city. “Once we have a good enough understanding of what we're up against, we make our move towards Salnet. Please....PLEASE be careful. Unless you truly have no other option and your life or a hostage’s life is at risk, avoid killing. Disarm the guards. Knock them out. Misdirect them. If you do kill them, make it as silent and swift as possible so that they don't suffer. Whatever it takes to keep us under the radar. We don't know those people. They could just be soldiers doing their job by trying to protect their Lord. That job may have been forced onto them.”

She stops and sighs, trying not to give too long a wind of a speech. “Utilize your strengths and cover each other's weaknesses. I'm sure you all have your doubts about me leading this mission. I had my doubts too, but since we're here, we might as well see it through for the sake of the people in this city. I will do everything I can to keep you all alive. Your lives are my responsibility, so I don't mind getting hurt if it means keeping you safe.” At last, her joyful smile arrives as she tries to lighten the mood. “Of course, I don't plan on us getting hurt in the first place.” She adds a playful wink for good measure. “Questions? Comments? Concerns? Cookies?”


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Kalin

The Refugee

Chapter 2:

It had been a few weeks since his last interaction with Fen- no, Roan. Still Kalin couldn’t seem to shake the awful feeling. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh, but Roan had hurt him. So much.

With a shake of his head, Kalin tried his hardest to purge those thoughts from his mind. He had a mission to do. On top of it, he had been assigned the “Leader” for this mission. Kalin could feel his stomach sway alongside the rickety boat. He had never been a fan of boat rides, and his fear of water didn’t help. They were on the way to the Twin Cities for some sort of intelligence retrieval mission.

He glanced around the ship, taking in the surroundings and his team. Lucky for him, Quill was there. Someone he knew and trusted even before his days at The Seal. Even if she didn’t fully recount their friendship. Ah, yes. Cresley. A dependable ally and able to take and deal lots of brute force despite his size. Still a good guy. Zenith. A skilled and capable ally, though not much for talking. Good. Kalin preferred it that way. And Kygo. The newest of the team. Kalin had already set in his mind that he would ensure Kygo’s safety. Afterall, he had been in the shoes of a rookie once before.

Kalin unconsciously let out a sigh of relief as the boat finally docked. His tail flicked with caution and curiosity as he followed his team off the boat. His golden eyes scanned the port for any sort of danger. He was so focused on his surroundings that Quill speaking startled him for a moment.

“There is one for each of you.”

Kalin turned his attention to the fae folk before him. His arm stretched out to receive the good luck charm from her. Luck? While the thought of luck being on their side was nice, Kalin did not share the same enthusiasm as Quill. “Good luck, huh? You do know that I tend to have a bit of a ‘bad luck streak’ with my missions, right? As in, plans seem to always backfire for teams that I am a part of.” Kalin tried to joke. His tone, however, came off as more dry and nonchalant.

“Though I’m confident we can succeed with skill alone.”

“Now that is more like it,” Kalin mused. Luck would not make this case any easier nor complete this mission. Especially invading a black market auction? That relied on skill. He wasn’t going to let “Luck” determine the fate of this mission or his comrades.

Regardless, Kalin stuck the charm into his robe pocket. He didn’t want to upset the only other person he trusted fully. After all, Quill was like a sister to him. The only person he considered trustworthy anymore.

Kalin turned to Zenith and shook his head. “As things are currently, our first part of this is still just taking a look around. We need to get more details before rushing in.”

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The Sun

Cresley Hogsweed

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬


INTERACTION: Quill, Zenith, Kalin, Kygo
LOCATION: Twin Cities (Port)
OUTFIT: Something nice
MENTIONS: Klown Sir Mayday WillOWispJJ Shadow

North and east: it was often said this was the way the wind favored most. Comparative to leads on other operations, the Twin Cities were a breeze of a voyage from Kidem. A night's rest or so, at worst.

There existed types of creatures who perceived the arrhythmic rocking of a passenger ship as a lullaby, finding comfort in the motion of the ocean. Never mind his arid upbringing, or his hardy but dense physiology, Cress would consistently assert that the water was not his place. In Abas, it was a resource, a balm of life. Not something to be in, and certainly not to be on.

As a child, Cress loathed the underground streams in the mountains and had to be coaxed around them, his small, hairy palms latched onto the wall as though he'd be sucked into the water if he let go. In darkness, the threat of drowning was even greater, especially with an alloyed body prone to sinking like a stone.

Cress was not sick, nor did he show weakness when the ship hitched on a particularly unruly wave. But he did seem quieter, more focused on the rocky, sandy, grassy strip of land coming up on the horizon. Only occasionally would a cross-armed Cress spare a glance at the open sea, coming back with a swimming head and a more hardened expression.

It was the same look he gave Bookie back at the library, seeing as his own "assigned reading" had been worn down by Eltan's inquisitve page-turning. Cress didn't like it, not at all. Not after his last mission had been compromised by an "unauthorized checkout". It made this one all the more important, and Cress had to wonder whether his assignment was by coincidence or a reminder of the Seal's delicate cover at stake.

Landfall was imminent, soon kicking off the first leg of this mission. From all sides of the ship emerged five Seal agents, uniting into their team at the very front. Cress looked up at Quill, lighting up as she brandished a handful of handcrafted items. Cress turned his back on the water, flashing a large, rosy-cheeked grin.

"Ah! A present," he was first to say, holding onto Quill's kindness as though he was a child again, transported back to the dripping caverns of Mt. Ianis.

The halfling weaved the handmade trinket through his fingers, allowing its pods of amber to shine in the light like hardened clumps of honey. "I would say the luck has already begun," he reasoned, holding the bracelet-sized gift up to Kalin's level. "Do you see these materials? Copper is an excellent conductor of energy."

Cress tied the earthen strand around his wrist, then pulled his sleeve over it. There was a near-identical strand sitting on his nightstand, but Cress wouldn't say. "Thank you, Shortstack," he said, almost softly. He would remember this gesture for the both of them.

The team's ship slowed to a creaky halt as it entered the harbor, and the team had to take a short pause to stabilize their footing. Cress drew a sigh of relief, eagerly watching as the passengers and crew prepared to disembark. There was precious cargo being unloaded and, unusually, it took precedence over the crowd of travelers tapping their feet at the exit. Crate after crate was being hauled off, with Cress' intrigued gaze following each one.

The undercover assassin—in fact, the only known assassin around—quelled his impatience with thought experiments. Favorite city, Kehinde or Taiwo? Which had better taverns? And the people, were they truly as different as rumors described? His own experience said no, not really, and that most citizens here were equally as jerkish.

"I believe our details are this way," Cress added to the conversation, moving to impede the exit gate as brazen passengers rushed past. He was a stone in a river, impervious to the pushing and shoving of the crowd despite his small stature.

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  Aricia, Saphielle, Jason, Îstoire
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Missions were never something that sat right with Igdunn. No matter what the mission, who she went with or where they went, it was never something she could fully enjoy like some of the newer recruits tended to. especially when the missions sent her to places like Al-Lotoy. The influx of missions especially made her uneasy and worried. Why are there so many missions at once? they had so much down time recently why was the Seal so needed now? She sat with her team, one hand in her pocket as she fidgeted with the amethyst they always carried with her. It was a steadfast way to ensure herself that she had a little bit of luck on her side even in matters like this. She knew between all of them she had the most time spent within the Seal but she trusted the one put in charge. surely they were chosen for a valid reason.

Regardless, Igdunn sat, dressed to look less like an agent and more like a merchant to go with their plan (though she ensured she could hold some more plant based items in her belt pockets..and maybe a small knife or two just to be safe of course) as they listened to the leader talk. he seemed like he knew what he was doing and was rather intelligent. a good choice in her opinion. When talk of questions came up, she glanced at the others in the group, waiting to see if they had anything to ask about the mission ahead. When no one spoke up immediately, she raised one hand

"Not really a question but something to merely give each of you..."

Igdunn spoke, her words calculated to show as much kindness as she could muster in such a situation. she stood, taking a bag from her pocket before taking out for crystals no bigger than the middle of her palm. One red Jasper, one green aventurine, one lapis and one bloodstone. they moved with careful steps over each stone to one person; Îstoire being given the Lapis, Saphielle the green aventurine, Aricia the red jasper and Jason the bloodstone.

"these are for good luck during this mission. though with the group we have i do not think we will need them. you all seem confident in your abilities."

They nodded slightly, sitting herself back down where they had been previously positioned.

visually she seemed confident in that gesture... internally? she was mildly panicking about whether or not she over stepped and made things awkward before a mission that she wasn't even sure of how long they'd take to complete...curses-

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J. R. H.

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