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[WoD] Heart of the Mountain




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A giggle crept from her lips as the sound of rough-housing had pierced the veil of quiet peace inside of the Cafe, while this was quite the problem, it was something that she had to resolve. Thus with a look towards the kid and his father still pleasantly seated, Rosalina had hurried herself into the kitchen and brought out the sweet cakes and a bountiful meal for the father that consisted of freshly cooked steak with a sauce covering that brought out it's flavor and gave it a robust taste -- it was cooked more on the rare side though since the young boy had told her specifically that his father enjoyed his meat more raw. "My, my...it seems that those two are up to quite the foreplay -- I wasn't aware that Elise would be so upfront about her physical desires with that man. At least, that's what I assume is going on, I'll have to check to make sure everything is alright. You two don't stress yourselves and just enjoy your meal, I'll check to see what's up with those lovebirds. So please excuse me a moment if you'd please~."


Assuming the two let her leave, the food would give off a pleasant smell to the Cafe that gave off the warm vibe of tranquility again, all that needed to be fixed was the troublesome noise from the back rooms. Rosalina gave a lasting smile over to the little kid -- such a cute thing the boy was, even more so Rosa was happy that he had taken her lollipop since it was one of her favorite treats and to help a kid enjoy them was just a slight thing that brought her joy.






"Elise, whatever are you up to, dear?" She'd call out towards Elise while passing into the hallway that cut off her physical sight from the men and traveled to the back room where she had heard the commotion begin. Rosalina would wait outside of the room, pressing her body up against the door as she found it'd be rude to just walk inside without being prompted by an answer to her question, did they even need her help? She had assumed the sounds of bumps just past the wall was the sound of their bodies viciously grinding up against each other in a display of ecstasy and passion -- though she could always be wrong.

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Meanwhile, to the boy and his father, with Rosalina now out of sight, they were free to enjoy the soft fluffy cake with white icing and strawberries on it that made most mouths water at just the possible taste -- even the steak could make a tongue or two salivate at it's juciness and the blood still within it from it's more on the raw side of things, yet it still retained a wondrous heat that showed that it had at least been cooked enough to give that 'fall off the bone and deliciously melt in your mouth' kind of sensation, not that it actually would melt in your mouth but wording it that way was convenient.


Since Rosa had also thought about it in advance, she had given the father some beer with his food, though the boy got either tea or soda, which Rosalina had thought to give him at the time but it was most likely a sweetened tea to go with the cake. He could always request some soda when she came back though right? In fact they could always order something else from the menu but that might not be free -- all depends on Rosalina and her mood on the subject of giving items off the menu for nothing, right?


Regardless, the two would be in the position now where they could happily eat and drink their woes away under the safety of the Cafe's roof and enjoy themselves away from the social norms that stood strong outside of the building. Hell, even Terrance had received a free plate of cooked steak, though in his case it was more in a well done fashion instead of raw, with some lemon-pepper seasoning and a side of fries. It didn't bode well to just come for sweet things right? -- Plus Rosalina did love the company that all the customers gave her so she figured they deserved to get pampered a little like this.


 



  • @ExtraWhiteRice


    "Oh, don't get all tense, I just gave him some case files." The clerk mentioned from the back. "Go ahead, sit down." The receptionist did so, moving back behind the desk. He trained his eyes unto the 'Student' who was standing there.


    As he was sitting down, 'Michael' would hear a voice inside his mind, as if the red haired woman in the police uniform whom he saw across the room was speaking into his ear. I read your thoughts, and you didn't freak out, so...I think you'll be ok with this. I pulled out Caeda's full file out for you. Hope you appreciate it. Oh, and don't look this way or he'll get suspicious. Just read it and get out of here as quick as you can.


    She answered his questions as he thought them.


    Yes, I'm magic. No, you don't need to know why. Just...read. Wait...? Who's Julia?


 
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What was this? These sounds... He knew what those were, and he heard a call for help, especially as he looked towards the bathrooms. Oh. Oh yesssss. Yessssss. He paused and got up from his seat once the coast was clear. Had she said to stay put? Well, that wasn't his issue. He had just as much of a right to use the restroom and figure out what was going on, now didn't he? Still, he would keep his senses heightened... just in case.


"Sei. Stay. If someone comes up to you-"


"I break their skulls~! Don't worry papa! I got it!"


Now he was free to do as he pleased, and continued on quickly towards the sounds. Oh, he was ready for a brawl... and judging from the voice, it was going to be whomever wasn't a male there. Yes, he was going to break the door and smash them with it. That seemed like a good plan.


And so he did exactly that. Grabbing hold of the door, he ripped half of it off of it's hinges, straight at where he heard the commotion going on, so now, he had a weapon.


"Now. What is all of this commotion, and might I join in?"
 
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'Michael' had heard the voice next to him, but he knew no one was there. At least, unless they were invisible--but then he heard the explanation of someone reading his mind. A telepath? He hadn't ever witnessed the ability but it would certainly make sense. Once she expressed she was a magic user, rather than it seeming surprising to him, it seemed more like everything made sense. Instead of thinking a response immediately, he simply smiled, lowering his arms, giving his best 'relieved' look. "I appreciate the information. I thought I was in trouble there for a moment!" he took the case files on the desk and went to a nearby empty desk, which he assumed was for review.


As he got out the files and started scanning them, he began his return thoughts. I do appreciate getting access to this information. Didn't know there was a magic user in the police department. And ah...Julia... He took a moment to think of how he wanted to phrase it. For a moment, an image of his time to feed came to mind, but he pushed it away as quickly as it came in. She's my boss. I'm not really at liberty to discuss her identity, she'd kill me if I did, I'm sure. Why choose to help me? Did I do something intriguing?


Meanwhile, he began scanning the documents as thoroughly, yet quickly, as he could. As long as he was careful to ensure he understood every word he was reading, he could remember the document word-for-word, including the appearance of the document. Advantages of having an eidetic memory. He had never actually had access to private police files before, so he was interested in what kind of information they would keep.
 



  • I come here sometimes if I need information. I noticed you were a vampire and I figured that I'd rather help you then shut you out. I'm more of a fan of making friends than enemies, personally. The disembodied voice started to move around in his head, like it was music in stereo. They continued, in a nonstop stream of consciousness. She had a sweet, sort of pretty-girl kind of voice that you might hear from a peppy cheerleader.








    You're looking for Harry? Oh, I know him! You're looking for information?






    That's cool, that's cool. I'll help, I guess. Chrys will love this! She's my boss, same deal though, not saying anything about 'er.




    You should meet me out back, we should actually talk when you're done, I can't keep this up foreve-


    The voice stopped suddenly. It was rather strange, and maybe annoying, having such a chatty girl inside your head.


 
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That glance. That was a signalling glance. Many enemies had tried something similar, so this was something he should be careful about. There was someone there, and he was going to move. He cracked his neck, and put on a wicked grin as his eyes flashed for a second, though only slight. Wielding the broken door, he charged at the feral one, fully intending to crush her in between the wall, and the broken door until she either calmed, or crumbled. That was his goal, after all. So, he Lowered his stance, and charged directly at her, throwing his entire body weight into the charge.


"There seems to be a conflict of interest, here. Are you alright, human?"
 
Anthony Turner


Rolling into town on a white motorcycle, saddlebags strapped to his bike holding his travel wear and a hockey stick bag strapped to his back. The man slowed down as he entered town, Anthony Turner, action movie star came to a stop and pulling up his faceshield looked around. He was not one for towns like this. He was more of a big city person but they were filming around the area and since he had no other jobs to do it was better than doing nothing. Maybe he'd grab a quick bite to eat, there might be a pancake mom and pop joint he could pop into. That was the one thing about the smaller places they had the places you just can't get in the city's to eat at. He might also find some alone time to practice his arts.
 
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"Ah, I wish I knew the answer to that question." The doctor maintained a stable, almost winsome tone but internally he thought to himself: hallucination or not, this is a grim scene. This girl was at extreme risk of hypothermia. But more than that, her body was covered in scars. They weren't a health risk, but they inferred severe trauma and underlying damage. Caution was key in working with her. What part of his psyche could she be reflecting? Or was she real? Her speech patterns were strange, perhaps she was from the other dimension. Hard to say at the moment.


"I'm supposing you're looking for shelter? I know I am. I'll be glad to answer any and all questions you may have, but I would suggest we get you somewhere warmer first. But seeing as we all have the illusion of free will, the choice is yours."
 
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"All questions that I have?" Meila retorted irritably, cocking her head sharply to the right and offering the stranger a sneer. "I just asked you three questions! You claim not to know the answer to one of them... Or is it all three of them that you are ignorant of?" She demanded, straightening her neck and lowering her head somewhat, glaring at the man from the top of her eyes, rolling them back slightly. "You asked what the word was... So I am guessing you don't know either... Another of your stupid riddles perhaps?"





Meila's body trembled involuntary from the cold and yet she stood firmly in the snow before the stranger, raising her hand up, clutching the knife and showing it to the man. "The choice is mine? Illusion of free will?" She asked, her breath a soft steam as the words exited her mouth. "You can find shelter if you want, but we have no choice in this matter!" She exclaimed, gesturing to herself by placing her left hand on where her right breast should have been and towards a small pool of frosted water with her knife.


Meila glanced at the little girl in the water for a brief moment before returning her attention back towards the stranger. "We must find the guardian... and I am leading the way! Already have we wasted too much!"





Meila turned her back to the man and stumbled off into the tree line, her legs starting to numb and lose feeling. They had to go on... She had to go on... as her time was running out.
 
Silva (pronounced seel-wa) was underneath a car, a nice VW Bug, working on the makings of its underside. Her client had messed up the car's rear pretty badly, and Silva was in the process of repairing the German vehicle. Even though it was quite early in the morning, Silva enjoyed her job as mechanic, and enjoyed working for her boss, Zee. Zee was a short, grumpy looking man, who was actually quite kind to Silva, and had a round belly, salt and pepper hair on his head, a nice, dark, tan, and hands that were rough and stained with oil from years of working as a mechanic. The old man came over to Silva and nudged her gently with his foot, speaking to her quietly. "Why don't you go get some breakfast, little one? I will man the shop until you return." The old man spoke with a German accent and a small smile that could be heard in his voice. Silva slid out from underneath the Bug and nodded, smiling at Zee. She leaned against the car to stand and brushed her clothes off when she stood, her oil-stained hands leaving some of it on her outfit.

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Silva was quite a slender woman, only 26 years old. She has long black hair, about mid-back length, the color of raven's feathers. Her skin was a nice tan color, like caramel, and her dark brown eyes were reddish in the shining sunlight of the morning. She stood at 5'6" and weighed 132 pounds, her body covered in lean muscle. Her tattoos were exposed, the ones along her upper back and her arms, as well as her chest. Her curvy figure was hugged by her clothes off the day, revealing her feminine qualities. She was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top that day, now stained with oil, along with work boots and feather earrings. She didn't really care about staining her clothes, since she had separate clothes to look nice in at her home. Silva lived in a nearby trailer by herself, earning just enough to have something other than ramen every day. Silva chuckled to herself as she wiped the oil off on her pants, amused at the thought of daily noodles. She retied her boots before she left, then grabbed her keys as she went out of the door. Silva's workplace was a garage on the edge of town meant for old car repair, owned by Zee. The town wasn't enormous, so Silva could walk to where she wanted to go, finding it unnecessary to drive and waste gas. Silva walked through the town, taking a deep breath of the morning air. Her black hair was tied back in a braid that day, trailing down her back, and swinging about as she walked along the sidewalk. She soon reached her favorite food place in the small town, the bar called Crypt. Silva glanced at the road as she reached the cafe doors, having heard the sound of the motorcycle come before it appeared with a male on top of it. Nice bike. Silva thought before she pushed the doors to the bar open.

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"Decent enough..." He replied to Ao. Most people that know Ahnoah most likely can tell he is not the problem solving type, but he did have something in mind for a throwable weapon. Maybe he could take parts of the door and use them as throwable weapons. He could make some things to throw at the enemy, but he also had to deal with a bleeding gash. He was deadlocked, fight or flight. He finally decided to fight a he attempted to take off part of the door. He went to take part of it off carefully dodging Ao's wrath of door smashing. Once he got to the door he took out a part of the loose hinge and tried to use it as a chisle


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Such a naughty bunch of individuals had made their way into this predicament, it could have all been avoided but yet, here they stood. Rosalina on one hand was not about to sit tight and just allow destruction or harm inside of her Cafe, especially when she had noticed that Ahnoah had been apparently assaulted by her waitress. Oh this simply could not do, not for her Cafe and definitely not for her staff and the gentleman present. Thus with some light footwork, the beautiful Cafe Owner rose her arms around Ao's own to provide pressure onto his arms and grapple him for the current moment. "A thousand pardons, Monsieur. I'd like it if we could all cease this? This waitress girl is all I have to help in this Cafe as well as she's very important to me, like a daughter. She will surely be punished for what she had done, rest assured but I would like to prevent any further damage to my establishment and the harming of others. This is a place to eat, not to fight -- I humbly request that you three all stop this now, won't you please?"


Rosalina's expression showed worry as well as possible hope that those presently here would cease their foolishness and that a compromise for what had occurred could peacefully be reached. She was praying on the fact that especially Ao would calm down, this was a favor from the same Matron whom provided him and his son a free meal and a place to relax within, she hoped he had not forgotten this fact. At the very least, the fighting was paused from her actions onto Ao and from the evident appeal from Elise.


If all went well, this would not have to go any further and Elise could receive punishment while Ahnoah could be tended to..









"Punishment will be done by I, whom is in charge of this girl... please, it is only fair. I apologize, Mister, I will see to it you are tended to as well." The last part referring to a 'mister' was most likely her referencing Ahnoah.
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Roxane stared at the door she had intended to perform her spell, her hand shook and suddenly it dropped, she realized it wasn't smart to exert her energy for another portal. She frowned, there were worse things that could happen and besides. Roxane turned her head to look at the once again moving screens, she pulled back her imaginary sleeves. "Back to square one." she once again placed her hands on the computer, she then searched and found the button for turning off the cameras. It wasn't that difficult, besides the stupid guards hadn't come back. What a shock, Roxane thought, you would think they would be smart enough to come in and watch the cameras as the investigation went on. Alas, that was not the case. The cameras then shut down, if she left one on then it may be more odd than if only a few were off, it will seem like a power outage happened. In fact…Roxanne's eyes a coffee cup, and intentionally tips it at the edge where the wires are, to make it look like the cameras were short circuited. If anyone had any observational skills, they may guess that was not the case. Feelings of satisfaction filled roxanne as she rolled back down her imaginary gloves, the dirty deed finished.

It was at that point once getting off of the computers, she debated whether to go back the way she came, or go through the hallways. The security room was above the main casino area and it was uncertain whether or not she would be able to find her way out if she went through the hallway. The neurons in her brain kept at each other fighting for dominion. However, her desire for something new won out, she felt it wouldn’t be hard with the cameras off. Besides, there were plenty of vents to hide in if she ran into a guard, or curious policeman.

Roxane then eyed through the window, she did not see anyone, and took that as her cue to escape. The longer she waited, the more likely someone would come. Cautiously, and gently she opened the door careful not to make a sound, when she saw that the door was successfully clicked shut, she then made her way down the hallway, slowing down her heart, focusing without panic. Calmly, she made her way down the stairs, surprisingly no police were in the hall, you would think they would be everywhere even there at that point, as there was a dead man. A fugitive on the loose.


There is likely a vent from a trash shoot in the restaurant area. She began thinking, scanning everything that caught her sight.

She finally made it to the bottom floor, the stairs she had walked down where fairly dark, and she kept to the darkness on the walls, watching the movements of police, she kept to the shadows, acting as if she were part of it. If you admit where you are, then you’ll be caught, but if you do not admit where you are even when found then they can never really know, and begin to doubt themselves.

This was one of roxanne's old school tricks, while most people would be scared once they think they have been discovered, when someone calls ‘Come out, I know you're there!’ and admit to it. However, roxane is the shadow you question, ‘did I see that? Or am I crazy?’ it was a fanciful thought.

She took advantage of the confusion, however, where she stood carefully placed she could see the police from her vision, who had been watching the spear. Damn…The spear thing is nearby…I should go into the restaurant area , and search for the trash vent, that seems to be the only place not surrounded, then I can regroup my thoughts. unless of course I snuck out the front…with all the damn police cars.. Roxane felt a bit frustrated, when an idea clicked in her head, she could lets say, shadow a policeman, they wouldn’t notice her. She could then slip out.​
 
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[8:30 AM, Tuesday, Day 2]





  • @Sigyn @SilverSolis @Trickster Queen


    Pinned to the back wall, Elise winced in pain, but tried her best to keep her eyes focused on the large man. She looked deep into his eyes and issued a command. "Back away from me, and put down the door." She spoke sternly and calmly, as if she was asserting herself. However, her look of confidence was quickly replaced with surprised. She was surprised that the man was not doing what she had asked, and still stood in front of him until Rosa moved behind to hold back his arms. She continued to glare into the man's eyes, now a bit lost in them as she tried to figure out why he was still standing there. The look of fear didn't creep onto her face until she noticed the man in the back holding up a few sticks of wood that he was carving from the door. Eyes locked with hers, Ao would see the fear written on her face. The primal fear caused her to want to growl louder. She tried to hold it back for now, put on good appearances, but it would only take her a split second to snap.


 
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Meila approached the edge of the ruins and stopped roughly ten feet away from her target. The strange man she met in the woods had followed her to the ruins, though she didn't really care, so long as he didn't stand in her way. Her eyes were cold and distant, but she had them focused on James as she stood rigid and determined to see her task through; in her eyes reflected a chill that far eclipsed the harsh elements she had endured to reach the ruins... this wasn't the same girl that he had encountered at the casino. There was something very different about her, the way she carried herself, the way she glared at him... no childish giggles or tantrum like outbursts... When she opened her mouth to speak, her tone carried a lifetime of cruelness and neglect and her breath had grown cold.


"We meet again, Guardian of the ruins..." She spoke softly, though loud enough for the man to hear. "It is only I that you will be facing this time. The last time we met I was held back, but now I am in control. This time, I fight alone..." She declared, gesturing to herself in the same manner she had done earlier, by placing her left hand upon the right side of her chest. "I am alone..."





There seemed to be a slight hesitance in her declaration, almost like she were trying to assure herself as well as James. Her thoughts trailed back to the day prior before she had set out to find him...





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Meila sat on her bed bathed in soft candlelight, her back against her pillow propped up against the wall as her eyes swept across the pages of a thick tome, bound in black scales and set with a gem that resembled a dragon’s eye. The tome itself was full of strange glyphs and symbols and inked in dragon’s blood, also depicting various pictures and diagrams drawn in explicit detail... Visions of dragons, their anatomy, their weaknesses and of the one she served and sought affection from.


She gazed longingly at the image of her draconic master and then glanced up from her tome to stare at the mirror opposite her at the other wall. Looking back at her from inside the mirror was her only friend and constant companion; a little girl that emulated her and mimicked her every move... though sometimes, she would act out on her own and communicate to Meila through various actions and gestures... Her words would also be spoken through Meila constantly in a symbiotic relationship... an existence where one could not exist without the other.


It was a companionship that Meila treasured and on the days when the little girl would remain silent, Meila would find herself emulating and imitating her. It often blurred the lines of who was actually in control; the little girl inside of her was usually quite passive and curious in nature and tended to shy away from confrontation and slipped out in times of fear and uncertainty... Meila herself, was usually more aggressive and defensive against that which she perceived as a threat or didn't understand... cold, detached, uncaring and ignorant of how things outside of her world worked... and most of all, reckless and violent, taking charge when the two differed in opinion.


Meila offered the girl a smile and she returned the gesture with a sorrowful look, pointing across the room towards the tome. Meila's eyes followed the finger to the tome and then glanced back at the girl that now shook her head in disapproval. Meila sighed and closed the book shut in the palm of her right hand and set it gently on the bedside table. “You know as well as I do that this book will make us stronger!”


The little girl folded her arms and made a pouty face as she began to speak in reply, her words uttered through Meila's own lips. “It is slowly destroying us... destroying you!” She replied, her words soft and desperate, “The only reason we were allowed...” She continued before correcting herself, “No... Made to read it, is because of the risk it posed to the one that read it! None of them were willing to take the risk! ...That's why they needed us... me...”


Meila stood up from her bed and began to pace the length of her 4x2 metre room; the girl following Meila's movements with her eyes as she made her reply. “That's not true! The power that the tome contains was just too powerful for their stupid minds to handle... We were the only ones capable of interpreting it! That is why 'father' made us the High Priestess of the 'family'!” Meila growled, ceasing her pacing after four lengths and turning to look down at the girl, now directly in front of her in the mirror. “...And it is our duty as High Priestess and as 'The Finger' to be strong enough to take care of any idiot foolish enough to challenge the 'family' or the will of our god!”


The little girl in the mirror began to weep, gazing upwards to look Meila in the eyes, her own eyes now pleading the older girl to listen as she raised and pressed her right hand against the opposite side of the cold mirror. Meila raised her left hand and placed it on her side of the mirror, against the little girl's and sighed as the girl spoke through her once again. “They are only using us... you... me... as a weapon to achieve their own ends. This 'family' does not truly care for us... And our so-called 'father' is not our father... He is not mine, nor is he yours! Our father... My father, would never have done those terrible things to us! To me!” The girl cried in anguish as tears formed in Meila's own eyes, “...And your father would never have locked you away or made you experience the misery you had to endure and the pain he inflicted upon you... us...”


Meila was about to reply when suddenly she was interrupted by a sharp knock at her door, followed by to sound of the lock clicking open. She turned her head to the left to face a tall hooded man, cloaked in a crimson hooded robe that was accented with gold lining and a spiralled vine motif along the sleeves and seams; this was the one she recognised as the Grandmaster and as her 'father'. The man closed the door with the loud, hollow sounding creaking of the hinges, punctuated by a loud 'ka-chunk' as the cold iron latch locked into place, holding the door shut.


“I couldn't help but hear you talking to yourself again, my pet...” The hooded man spoke as he stopped a few feet into the room, his tone firm with a hint of irritation, “Assume the position!”


“F-Father!” Meila squeaked running up to the man and kneeling down before him on both knees.”I-I was just-”


“SILENCE!” The man interjected, holding forward his right hand on which he wore a ring, adorned with the same kind of gem as was on the black tome. Meila leaned forward and kissed the ring as the man continued to speak, “What have I told you about talking to yourself?”


“Th-That there's no one but me and me alone?” Meila replied with hesitation and a stutter of fear.


“Yes... And good girls always obey!” The grandmaster replied, stroking Meila's cheek with his ringed hand, wiping away a tear. “And I see you have been crying...” He continued as he smacked Meila across the face suddenly with the back of his hand, causing her to recoil to the left “What have I told you about that? If you want, I'll give you a reason to cry!”


“W-We... I-I-I am s-sorry...” Meila replied, her bottom lip quivering as she struggled not to cry.


“Why is it that you cry?” The Grandmaster asked angrily, “Have I not treated you well? I have given you those clothes to wear... and this room for yourself...” He growled, gesturing towards her torn clothes and around at the near empty and dark room. “And have I not kept you fed and sheltered? Does this upset you? I can take most of this away as quickly as I offered it, if you so wish!”


Meila shook her head, “No! Sorry! W-We- were just-”


“ENOUGH!” The grandmaster roared, “And what have I told you about that!? It's exactly the same as talking to yourself! There is no one else here! Only you!” He snapped angrily, kicking Meila in the stomach. “You are an adult, now start acting like one! You're not a little girl! Begin acting your age... or you will be punished!”


Meila shook her head violently, her eyes wide with fear. “No please! W---I...” She started to reply before cutting herself off. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and when she reopened them, all emotion was gone. “I will do as I am ordered.” She stated coldly, “There is no one here but me... I am alone.”


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"I am alone... I am alone!" Meila told herself again and again as she relived her memory. Clutching her head and shaking the thoughts from her mind, she returned her attention back towards James. "You say that you're the Guardian of the ruins... What is it that you are guarding here? I... I want to know... I need to know... before I kill you."
 
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First the command, and then this. Who was she to command him? There was no way she was going to be able to command him, especially not in a setting such as this. He simply kept up the defense, before he felt the grip on his arms. It would've been an easy one to break out of, but still, he merely glanced over his shoulder and started to back off, only once he was sure that Elise was calmer, and wouldn't attack. His body was still on edge, still racing and wanting to fight but... there was a clause to him.


"I agree. I did not come here to destroy any part of this place. A warrior always knows when to lower their weapon."


The latter half of that was slightly directed at Ahnoah and at Elise especially as he moved to stand between the two, just in case. After he was there as sort of a wall, a daunting and threatening object to both of them if the fight were to continue on either side, he set the door to the side, still within quick reach, but not in his hands anymore, and turned his head to Rosa.


"I will pay for any and all damages to this establishment...though I will not leave just yet. I would suggest you treat this man here, as it would be hard for a child to see."


Though he was proud of his work. The task was complete on both ends. He defended a human from being killed, just like back home in his village. He was pleased with this mutual resolution, as it wasn't his place to assert anything in this particular field. So for the first time ever, once he was absolutely sure the situation was mostly resolved (though more to the fact that Rosa was there, and what servant wouldn't listen to their master?), he turned his back to Elise, and offered a hand to Ahnoah to help him to his feet.


"Those scars should be worn with honour. You have survived to live another day against an opponent, a far greater feat than taking down any threat, but dying in the process. Remember that, little one, and you will become great. You are a resourceful one, and that is far more useful than a fighter that merely knows how to hit things."





Willpower Recovered (4/4)


Virtue: Protective


 
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@Xistund

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Rosette Charmaine


As the morning rolled in, it was time for work... for everyday was a new chance, a new adventure... a new way to enjoy one's self. She had awoken, had a beautiful sleep... if it could even be called that anymore... well, then again, what else would it be called? Slowly, Rosette was moving about, preparing for... hopefully, a night of thrills, excitement, and a lot of chaos. She was hoping for it because.... well, she was bored. No fun to be had in the last few days, no contracts, people, or anything of the sort. What kind of world didn't need someone to die?! A DUMB world, that's what!


She had gotten dressed in her... well, not her best, but something that looked good enough that one might consider it as such, she went to work. It wasn't really work so much as playtime, but the devil (or, the vampire?) was in the details. A tight, form fitting shirt that left nothing to the imagination, black jeans with slices along the edge, her sexy scarlet hair flowing around her. Her arms in possession of multiple black bracelets, heels that she walked in perfectly... Rosette was ready.


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But for what, exactly? She wasn't really sure. She made sure to stay indoors as the blasted sun was up overhead, not feeling the desire to go back to sleep. Come on, there had to be something, anything that could work to amuse her. She tended bar here often, the chance to serve drinks, listen in on the crowd, blowing their money, their emotions in the bar that was their own personal slice of heaven..Dubbed 'Crypt', it was a place that people came for the dark but cheery atmosphere, if that even made sense. Hell.... it even had bouncers!


She heard a cheer from the crowd. Wondering what was getting them worked up, she looked over to the entrance, to where the bouncers were currently take their time patting down a man for weapons. She dimly recognized him... a movie actor of some sort? It explained why the fans had gotten in a frenzy all of a sudden, people loved someone to gush over. But what was he doing here?


She walked around to the bar, keeping sure to stay well out of the sunlight, and clicked her heels against the floor, whistling. "Now now, Jeffery, by the time you finish patting that man down the sun would set and rise again." She said. "Let him through."


She wasn't really afraid of this man... she had no reason too. Who knows, maybe this man, of all people, could provide her with the entertainment she sought. She winked to the man, moving back to the bar, nodding at the DJ to crank the music up.


~Session 3, Scene 2 End~
 
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"Man...that hurt, alot." He took Ao's hand and was pulled up. He realized it was not as a threatening injury as he thought it would be, though he would like some aid. Then he figured something out, maybe he could sue the place, or just get free food for eternity if that is alright. But first someone has to tend to his injury. He could not really to himself due to the fact that he could not even see it and even if he did have a mirror, it would probably be even more dangerous if he operated on himself.


"So, here is the deal. I sue, and get money or just completely avoid going to court if I get free food for like 10 years or something, and this injury treated." He was trying to give some sort a threat, though if he got free food for 10 years, he basically did not even have to pay for food again. It would probably only help him though so he could not bring friends and they get free food too. Though it would save a good amount off a bill and with himself, all of it.


"So, uh...can someone perform first aid on me or something? I can't really do it on myself just because it is on the back of my head." He began to apply pressure to the wound so it would stop bleeding as much. Ahnoah knew a couple of things, Medicine, Guns, and Animals. That is what he is best at. He pretty much assumed that the store owner would agree, because if not that is a stain on her record that she can never get off of her back.
 
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Anthony smiled a bit at the woman and nodded his head to her. "Thanks, for the save." he said moving past the man with a smile. He didn't want to mess with anything he didn't have to or piss off his master and the higher ups. He wondered if the woman owned the bar. Anthony came into the bar hearing the music he took a seat at the bar. "One Sake, please." He said with a grin as he put his bag by his side, keeping it close to him. "So what's there to do around this town?" He flipped his phone up, checking to see if he had any messages from his employeers or his group. He needed to get back to that director to see when he'd need to start filming is parts. He took a breath trying to clear his thoughts, remembering his Simgumdo. Keeping himself ready for anything.
 
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@Xistund


Returning to the bar area, Rosette reaches down for a more traditional bottle and cup set... for those that liked Sake. Most people found it odd that she even had a japanese set, but a lot of people appreciated the authenticity. She poured some, sliding it over to him. "It's Nama Ippon, so enjoy the purity." She says. She pours herself a bottle of Gin as well- to keep up appearances, taking a sip of stuff.


She examined the man... he was definitely a looker. She couldn't really do anything to him right now... he was a movie star after all and people would become curious. That was a damn shame. Still, it was never too big to hope this rich movie star was here for something besides a decent drink. Maybe this man wanted something dead, maybe he got obsessed with pre columbian artifacts and wanted a museum robbed. Maybe this guy grew a love of whips from indiana jones and wanted one used on him... okay, she doubted any of these were true, but she was BORED, FOR KINE'S SAKE.


"Well, most people go to Wonderland around here. it's a pretty famous casino if you're in to that sort of thing," She starts as the man asked his question. She enjoyed gambling every so often herself... it was definitely unpredictable, and that's what she like about it. "There is plenty for... pretty much all walks of life here. Places to play games, libraries for peace and quiet. For those who just want to party and hang out with friends, most flock here, to Crypt." She says, holding her arms out and giving a wink. "The bar is divided into what you see, and a strip joint in the back, so you can imagine where a lot of the people go." She says, shrugging as if to say 'Men'.


"Well then, Mr. Famous Actor, what brings you to Lyre? Business or Pleasure?" She asked, raising her glass and drinking from it.
 
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Anthony nodded a bit at the mention of a casino, he might drop by there, he just hoped no one he knew worked there, he had been expected of using his powers now and then to know when to cheat, unfounded rumors but they where there none the lest, truthfully it was a bit of a insult to his character but he just stopped playing with the others in his group. It was better then being babysat by others who had the same abilities as him. He had rather used the time to train in any case.


He chuckled a bit at the 'Mr. Famous Actor' line. "Well I don't know if I'm all that famous yet but thanks for the complement." His movies where not going to win him any Oscars but he did have a nice cult following. The chances to play characters like 'Mizoguchi Naoie' or that of 'Kumazawa Naomori'. Both rolls where a bit corny but they put money on the table, and he got to put his skills to use since he did his own stunts. "I'm here on business, we need a desert for one of the movies and Lyre was the closet one, and there's not much around here so it seemed the perfect place." Did that come off as rude, maybe he should change the topic.


"I didn't think someone like you would watch my movies." He said taking a sip of his sake. "So do you have a favorite?" He asked testing the girl on her knowledge of his movies, He had seen the type before someone who just knew he was a star without being a fan and tried to butter him up.
 
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@Xistund


"Well, as you say, It's a bit of a cult following." Rosette says with the slightest of smiles. She had played the politics game with other kindred long enough to know when she was being examined. What, did he think she was some frothing fangirl?! HA! A fangirl of his bleeding corpse as he screamed for mercy, maybe... mmm, that was a thought to think about. 'Nng.... all the good ones are famous.' She inwardly laments. She motions towards the people, some of which who were watching them, probably taking notes that he liked Sake of some such. "Did you hear the commotion when you came in? A lot of people here like watching them. To anwser your question though.... I liked it when you played Mizoguchi. A bit of an oddball really."


Of course, Rosette barely knew who this man was... but she hadn't been lying about a lot of people at Crypt liking his movies.. "Truthfully i don't know you from much else. i'm not really that big a fan yet." She says, sipping on her drink a little bit more


Hmmm.... now how to approach the situation? She could try seducing him for his blood of course, but thought better of it.... actors meant paparazzi, and the photos of a kindred would be blurred.... that was dangerously close to a masquerade violation. But at the same time there WAS a private room in the back. Majesty was an option, but he presently wasn't worth it. She would wait to see how the conversation continued. Who knows, he might have a masochism fetish she could work with.... nah, it was never as fun if they ENJOYED it. She moved real quick to pour a drink for another customer, but was back momentarily. "Well, I think you'll enjoy Lyre. It's a middling town... but there is a bunch of stories around here all their own. or at least i believe os. Besides, you never known when a chance for fun might show up."
 
[session 3, Scene 3: Ruin]
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@Karalexia


The guardian's brown hair fluttered in the wind, and behind him his visage gleamed with the light of the sun. His feet were planted firmly in the earth, covered by a set of black hiking boots. James glared at her a bit, it was hard not to since she was naked and covered with markings. After a bit, he adjusted himself to the situation. He was wearing the same necklace as in the casino, but now wore blue jeans, the boots, and a dirt-covered white shirt. "Yeah, I remember you." He pointed towards her, still speaking casually. "If you're alone, then who's that guy?" He motioned toward the white haired doctor behind her. It was both a literal and metaphorical statement. She wasn't alone because the doctor wanted to help her, and she literally wasn't alone because he was there. "Anyway, since you wanna know, this is where my family lives...me and my partner...and a few people from the village that we adopted. It's my territory here, and if you really want to kill me...then bring it on." He growled at her like before, not keen on being threatened. He entered a stance, not letting his guard down this time. His body tensed up, he knew how strong she was, and yet he knew no fear. He felt the spirit of everyone around him demanding that he fight his hardest to protect them...or maybe he was just full of confidence.


(Roll Initiative!)


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James' eyes burned with flame as he literally filled himself with power. His body was visibly energized. He looked towards the girl with fierce eyes that burned with force. His body burned with draconic energy to the point where it started to steam, turn slightly pink, and give off heat. He continued to grow in power for now, anticipating her attack and preparing for his own counter-move. Energy radiated off him like he was a humanoid sun, giving off flame.


[impassioned Effort 1, Active]


 
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Meila breathed heavily as she took in the sight of James, filling himself with power. She glared coldly at his fierce burning eyes and clutched her knife tightly. "Please... Let's just go..." She spoke to herself softly, "It's not worth it!"


"NEVER!!!" Meila yelled as she started to rush towards the man, her will to fight rapidly leaving her as she advanced. As she moved, she kicked at a pile of snow in the hope of distracting James; he was unfazed by the attempt however, as she continued towards him. "I must do this!"





"Why must you do this? Why must we do this?" Meila seemingly argued with herself as she prepared to lash out at James, recalling her discussion with the Grandmaster before she departed for Lyre...


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


The Grandmaster flashed a grin from beneath his hood, “That's much better...” He replied as Meila picked herself up and resumed kneeling, her face blank and her eyes cold. “Now... I have come to you with an issue of great importance... An issue that you, 'The Finger' must resolve.” He stated calmly but firmly, extending his hand out and pulling Meila to her feet. “One of the prophesiers received a vision... One relating to a man, suspected to have the heart and blood of a dragon... One that stands in the way of our god and thus he must be destroyed!”





Meila stood rigid and still, her face ashen and her eyes as stone as she listened closely to what her 'father' had to say. “It's been said that this man will leave the ruins of those that had been robbed of the land and that he shall appear in the den of the thieves...I have interpreted this as meaning the native ruins and his destination as the nearby town of Lyre.”





Meila nodded in reply, “And I must sense him out and end his pathetic existence?” She asked in order to confirm.





“That is correct.” The Grandmaster replied, taking Meila by the hand and leading her from her room and into the dimly lit cobblestone halls of the sanctum; the place she called home. As the two made their way down the hall side-by-side, the Grandmaster continued his briefing. “You will been granted your sacrificial knife to take along with you. Should you get the opportunity, you are to plunge its blade deep into his human heart and incinerate it from within... However, should difficulties arise, you are permitted to use any means necessary to destroy this undeserving creature... And let none stand in your way! Burn everything if you have to!”





Meila simply nodded in reply and the two made the rest of their way in silence, from the deepest depths of the sanctum and into the light of day, partially obscured by overhanging foliage. From the outside, the sanctum seemed to be just a decrepit stone watchtower in the middle of the woods, forgotten and left to be overgrown with a mess of twisted vines and moss. At a glance, no one would suspect that beneath the very ground around and under the tower lay a labyrinth of cold stone halls and tunnels; a temple to honour a dark and ancient evil, kilometres both in diameter and depth.


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The heat from James' body intensified. His body gave off steam as he stepped forward, almost melting the snow the she kicked toward him. He jumped forward, lunging his body toward her. He moved so fast that her eyes could hardly track him, as if he was teleporting as he stepped. The steam jetted off of him as he came in close. One hand of his clutched his necklace while his right hand smashed into her body as hard as he could. He hit like a cannon and moved with snake like precision, combined with that he had the heat of a small flame bundled into his hand. His fist smashed into her naked body, and it would probably warm her up as well as leave her in crippling pain. His strength was clearly enhanced above-normal and she would see his muscles bulge out with reptilian patterns similar to a dragon's arms in the split second before he punched. He put everything he had into this attack, hoping to knock her out quickly.


"Jet Dragon...Fist!"
 
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