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Supernovae the lightning coursing along Star Ripper's length ceased along with the glow around it. Stratos strapped the spear back across his shoulder with the leather strip hanging there, looking to the girl. "Go, leave this place." he said simply. The girl nodded "thank you..." she then ran out from behind him and towards the Alley entrance. Rodrigeuz put his arm up in-front of Esmerelda as the girl passed by them, intending to hold the young woman back if necassary. the girl stopped at the entrance to the alley, gave one quick glance back at Stratos, then ran off out of sight. a whistling noise was heard, and Esmerelda and Rodriguez turned around to find Stratos leaping backwards onto a roof top, landing smoothly and staring down at the three individuals left in the alley way. he turned without a word, then crouched down, another whistling sound echoed into the night as he pushed off from the roof top, leaping high into the air and disappearing from sight. Rodriguez looked at Maximus. "so..." he said "You decided to come and help?" Typhlosionrulez The doors of the Great Library were thrown open, hitting Gideon smack in the face and knocking him to the ground as Arch Magistrate Atton stormed out, followed by Decate and Marshell. the three men stopped and looked at Gideon on the ground. not one of the said a word, they didn't have the time to ponder as to why the young man was sprawled in the dirt, they had much bigger matters to concern themselves with. they all started about their way again, heading towards the west market square. Snap Crackle Pop Eric and Boho took off across the roof tops, soon leaving Octavia far behind down below on the street. Eric could sense his book somewhere up ahead, though still far from where he and Boho currently were. he looked to the Magistrate as the two of them landed on a roof after a short leap. "We'll have the pick up our pace if we want to catch them." he said simply. Boho looked at him, asking " you know where they are?" Eric nodded "They stole my journal too in the robbery at the shop... I've placed an enchantment on it so that I'll always be able to find it... and so long as the thief has it with them, I'll be able to find them too." Boho nodded like a bobble-head as Eric Explained "Well, Eric," he began as the young man finished "I must say, that is some impressive fore-sight on your behalf." with that the Deputy Magistrate took off, leaping the gap to another roof top. Eric followed behind, the two men now giving active pursuit to whom ever committed this crime. K_H Marculo looked to Ko'Luki as he stepped out from around the counter "Well, then sir, Allow me to take you to him." he grinned as he spoke, grateful that this man's arrival in the shop was now going to give his night some actually interesting events. he walked to a door beside the counter, unlocking it and pushing it open, revealing a short corridor with another door at the opposite ending. "After you, my friend." he said simply

Lucian walked past the various piles of stone rubble, stopping and standing over Ethic's dead body. Damn it... he thought to himself as he reached down and hoisted the body up,placing it's arm around his shoulders in a classic "Helping my drunk buddy home" position. should've just listened to me... With the body in tow, Lucian walked up the last few steps, arriving at the top of the Stair case along where the others were. he stood there silently, looking around at the highest level of the Gardens as the group continued it's conversations. he spotted a small fountain nearby, and walked Ethic's body over, dropping it down into a sitting position in-front of the stone lip of the babbling structure. he then took a seat himself beside Ethic, staring up at the red moon in the night sky as he thought to himself... Well... the upside of not being a keeper... is that this moon has no effect on me anymore... =================================================== Ethic got up after the Memories came flooding back in a torrent. he raised himself into a sitting postion, looking around and spotting the twin islands of color far away in the darkness. he rose to his feet as he willed the Dark Space to take him to one of them, the area around him swirling into itself for a moment before clearing again. he now stood on the stones of the scene of Scott's death. the body was gone, but the statue was still there, with it's arrogant smirk. Ethic thought about smashing it to peices as he had told Maxwell he would do... but he found that the anger he felt a while ago was not there... at least, not as intense. something glinting in the red moon light caught his attention... he walked over to see that a plague was in the same spot where Scott's body had been. He read the words on it, puzzled by how it had gotten here... Amy... I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough... that I didn't listen when you needed me too... that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most... you didn't deserve to die like that... I'm sorry... but sorry will never be enough to bring you back. Ethic felt a bit sad as he read the plaque for some reason... It didn't make any sense, He had hated scott... why the hell would he have any sympathy for whatever story that arrogant bastard had? No... he shook his head... he had an idea as to why this made sense. Guess that's just the person I am... he thought to himself even if I hate my enemies as much as humanly possible... I guess it's still not outside the realm of possibility for me to feel some empathy for them... he looked up from the plaque and back to the statue, and actually asked himself something for the first time... Did I really even hate him...? He was arrogant, yeah... and he was always trying to start shit with me... he definitely wasn't my favorite person in the world... but did I really hate the guy? and if so, when did I start? as soon as he asked that last question to himself, the memory of the pain and smell as he had burned in hell fire flashed through his mind, sending a chill througout his body... That's when... that's when and how my hate for Scott began... he looked back to the plaque "I hated him because he murdered me... and even more because of how he did it... but maybe I should ask myself a question before I go off and decide to pass judgement on all the Keepers..." he stuck his hands in his pockets, turning away from the plaque and looking up at the red moon perpetually frozen in the sky. "What were their stories... who were they when they were people? weren't they human too... at least once?" he looked back to the statue... ​"What if he had a reason for what he did? a legitimate one...?"

It wouldn't lose it's flying typing, the type a pokemon is is a genetic trait hard coded into it's DNA. In other words, unless the pokemon has an ability such as Color Change or Imposter or Protean, it will never change it's basic typing unless it is genetically tampered with to do so. so in short, Articuno is still a Flying/ Ice type. Fighting attacks still only do x1 damage. even though it isn't in flight right now and is roosting on the ground, due to it still being Flying typed, Ground typed moves will still have no effect on it. And to Answer Pineapple's question about stab: At this point in time the only real battling mechanic known about by anyone is the affinity vulnerability system... so things like STAB and the complete effects of many moves, or even the naming of the moves, are still unkown (Thus why I want for us to rely on vague attack commands that allow for the GAO to interpret what it's handler is ordering it to do)... so yeah, No One even knows that Same Type Attack Bonus exist yet

Well... I've read my fair share of Percy Jackson... (Every book in both of the main series) I have to say, I'm a bit interested... I might even be able to help out with development... (If you decide to do this) invite me into a PM or something if you'd like.

^Now, when you say crossbred... You don't mean Hybrids/ Fakemon, do you?

Snap Crackle Pop Eric stopped in his tracks when he saw an eerie green glow in the distance... it looked to be heading towards him... it stopped suddenly, the person now underneath a lamp on the street... Eric looked at the face which was clear as day in the light... Eric recognized this man immediately... there was no mistaking those glasses and strange hair and mustache... "Deputy Magistrate Boho!" he called out. Boho turned and looked in Eric's direction, then waved as he recognized the young man. "Oh, hello there, Eric!" he called from the distance "Sorry, but I can't talk, got a homicide suspect to bring in!" "Boho, the Apothecary Headquarter's shop was robbed a few minutes ago!" Boho disappeared... into thin air...then a voice sounded from behind Eric "Whoa...whoa... Robbery?" he asked, Eric turned around, not surprised by the magistrates literal tricks of magick that he had used to get behind him. "Yes," Erick replied simply "There was a women in the shop when it happened, but she said that she didn't see anyone... I'm almost certain that she's covering for whoever did it..." Boho put his hands on his hips and let out a sigh. "Damn it..." he muttered to himself in his strange accent that had no known origin "Why all these criminals gotta go committing their crimes and what not tonight of all nights?" the question was rhetorical... Boho was very good at his job... he knew exactly why Crimes were happening more tonight. "Alright," he said to Eric, looking back up at the young man. his eyes unseeable behind the tinted, large lenses of his spectacles. "Let's get to finding the bastard who did it... I've got my two trainees also working on that homicide I was talking about, they'll be fine on their own in the search." Eric nodded at Boho, grateful for the man's expertise. "Thank you." he said. Boho shook his head "Don't thank me, Eric, Thank every Magistrate in this city before you go an thank me, because I'm just doin' ma job." now that Eric took a look at the man's mouth as he spoke, he noticed that Boho was chewing something... though that wasn't uncommon for Boho. "Now then," Boho continued, "If they've got the stones to hit such a high end shop, then that means they've got a good bit of experience to make them confident in their skills, and rule one of Advanced thievery is..." Boho reached out his hand and clapsed it on Eric's shoulder, the two disappeared from the street, re-appearing on a nearby roof top. Boho took his hand off Eric's shoulder, turning and calling into the night air as he spread his arms out, presenting the sight of the many rooftops of the city skyline as his white cloak rippled in the night wind. "ALWAYS travel by the roof tops if you want a quick get away!" his exclamation was loud enough that it could be heard from the street Octavia was on. K_H Marculo stared down at the device Ko'lui had laid on the counter... he looked up at the man... the design... "This..." he began "Is simply ingenious, ser... Guild Master Eros simply must see this invention..." Supernovae Stratos lowered Star Ripper from where he had been pointing it as Esmerelda's throat, addresing Rodriguez as he did so, he ignored Maximus for now. "Apologies, Ser... I was merely acting to ensure your daughter did not murder this girl. when I arrived here, I found her about to bash the young lady's skull in with an iron pole." Rodriguez lowered his sword a little after he saw that the spear was no longer a threat to Esmerelda. he stared Stratos hard in the eyes... he had recognized the man from the old legends the minute he had seen him. "Alright then... I thank you for preventing my Daughter from commiting the murder brewing in her heart." "So, Sky Slayer, decided to try for a round two with Azauqyar tonight?" he asked Stratos looked at him seriously "if you know who I am, then you already know the answer to that question" Rodriguez was silent as he walked over and took hold of Esmerelda's arm, leading her away from Stratos and the Thief girl... she didn't protest, though the same hateful glean remained in her eyes when she looked at the younger woman behind Stratos. The Sky Slayer looked at Maximus.... "And boy, I'm am no Ekarder." He said simply "I'm a full Dragoon." He then glanced at the girl he was protecting, then back at Maximus. "And before you go spouting off the hundreds of legends about how evil the Sky Slayer is, ask yourself this; If I am truly evil, then why did I intervened and saved this girl's life? why didn't I just keep on my way when I saw a murder about to be commited?" Stratos's voice raised a little as the spear in his hand began to glow with an even brighter light... his anger was clear as he continued, bolts of black and white lighting coursed up and down the weapon's length... "Go on, Ask yourself, Why did he do it? hm...?"

K_H Marculo took the 550 Myta and deposited it into the register. "Why, thank you, ser." he said handing Ko'luki his items, smiling, his voice friendly. "Though, would you mind me asking what sort of R&D?" he asked innocently, not trying to seem like he was trying to draw the conversation out just so that he would have something else to do instead of stand here for the next three in a half hours until midnight when his shift would end. Supernovae Stratos lowered his blade, staring at Esmerelda as she took an aggressive stance, her eyes focused on the young woman behind him. the iron rod she had been wielding lay on the ground in two pieces, sliced cleanly through when Stratos had intervened and blocked the blow that would've surely caved in the skull of the girl now cowering behind him and killed her. "Are you alright?" he asked as he glanced to the girl, tears still streamed down her face as she nodded, appreciative of this strange white haired man who had come out of nowhere and saved her. "Yes...ser..." she replied. Stratos returned his sights to Esmerelda. "What's going on here?" he demanded... he'd been leaping across rooftops trying to find a suitable hiding place to wait for Azauqyar to re-arise and strike... but he had heard weeping from an alley way and had decided to stop and investigate... Esmerelda simply glared at him. "None of your business!" she yelled "You're just another interloper..." she took a step to the left, and as fast as lightning, Stratos had sheathed his sword and wiped Star Ripper off of his shoulder, now holding the tip up to Esmerelda's throat. "Do not move any closer to her." he ordered, the spear begining to become engulfed in a blue tinted, white and dark, violet light. "Or else, the next scream that comes from this alley way will be your own, Understand?" Esmerelda stepped back, still glaring at the two of them... pure hatred was in her eyes. she addressed the thief behind Stratos. "tell me, girl," she began "After hearing my story, do you still feel proud about calling me 'Ale-Whore'?" she asked accusingly. the thief simply shook her head no. a voice echoed from the end of the alley way just then, catching the attention of all three of them. "Esmerelda!!" Rodriguez called out, his body covered in a fading yellow aura, his blade drawn and glinting brightly in the moonlight. his eyes went first to Esmerelda, then to the thief, whom he instantly recognized from just a little while ago... he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was still alive... then he noticed the third individual in the alley way... with his snow white hair and glowing eyes that seemed be halfway in between golden and sulfuric yellow in color. he stopped in his tracks... "Who are you...?" Rodriguez asked, suspicious of the man... then he saw how he had a strange spear pointed at Esmerlda's throat, and his voice took on a threatening edge to it as his eye's took on a scarlet hue and his blade became engulfed in a strange red aura that produced some type of crimson mist around it in the air. "Lower that spear from my daughter's neck, or I will carve you up like a holiday turkey and then crucify what is left." as he spoke, his whole body began to be engulfed in a similar aura as his sword was... strange noises almost like music began to heard in the alley way, though they were too faint to decipher what they truly were... Snap Crackle Pop Eric ground his teeth as his scythe blade began to make a crackling sound and runes became visible on it... he stormed out of the shop past Octavia, absolutely disgusted that she claimed not to see who had robbed the place... Surely, no one could be that dense that they would not notice a robbery going on around them... no one. he tried to supress his rising anger as he looked to the roof tops and put all his focus into locating his book, opening up a sort of Radar in his mind as he homed in on his enchantment he had placed on the journal... he knew that whoever had it was moving several dozen feet above the ground, constantly leaping into the air and landing on rooftops... he could sense the wind and noise of foot falls in the area that his journal was in... he looked back to Octavia, snarling as he addressed the young women, as angry at her for being so useless as he was at whoever committed this robbery. "Get out of my damn sight," he began harshly before looking back to the north "I'm going to find some fucking Magistrates so that I can hunt this whore son down and flay him living..." with that he took off towards the north as fast as he could, the jacket and pants of his black and gold Apothecary guild uniform rippling in the wind as his scythe's blade began to visible crackle with electricity, giving off a deep, azure hue in the night as he moved.

Ethic could only look on as Rose flew by with Enya and Elarria... and as Mr.Taylor ran past the semi circle surrounding him and kidnapped her, only to be seemingly foiled by Kenny and Annie, whom had moved on ahead... seeing all this, he couldn't help but ask himself... Why the fuck am I the only one these statues surrounding me are going after...? they all just ran by without a single issue from them not like that would make the situation any better... the fact remained that these things were obviously after him for some reason... ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- Maxwell watched from a far off treetop, looking down at Ethic as the statues slowly closed in their semi circle even more... he had been a bit surprised when they had sprung to life... and he figured: why not take this opportunity to screw with Ethic a little? it would be fun, and besides... even if he died, he'd just come back in a little while. it had been easy enough to exert control over a few of them and set their sights specifically on the young man... the things weren't too bright... and this was hell, afterall... as a literal Devil's Advocate, Maxwell was in his main habitat down here, where he was at his strongest... and now he had some entertainment, if only for a few minutes... he'd get back to his workings as soon as the situation Ethic was in was resolved one way or another... he didn't really care how it ended, just so long that it was a good show... ---------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- Ethic felt as his life force began to course and flow throughout his body's surface, setting a multi-hue glow around his figure... he looked up at the Wyvern, who was creeping towards him, letting out a low, guttural growl... he was starting to have second thoughts about suicide tactics... if he could just get out of this half circle they had him in, he could ran past them and up to the top where the others were... he took a tentative step to his right... only for the statues to respond by fienting towards him, making as if to pounce but pausing mid motion... he moved a step to the left... and heard thunderous footfalls along with a horrifying roar that sounded like it came from a predatory large feline... a lion, actually... he glanced over his shoulder seeing a statue that looked just like one storming towards him from it's place in the semi circle. it pounced as soon as it was close to him, he ducked, narrowly avoiding the thing lashing out with it's stone claws as it soared over him and landed smoothly on the other side, beelining to the other side of the Semi-circle before making another round and coming back towards Ethic... Except this time, all of the statues came rushing in along with the stone lion.... a cacphony of noise echoed from the area as the young man stood there, trying to focus himself... he was going to die, he knew that, there was no way he'd get away from them now without being trampled before he was clear out of the way... and if he just stood here like an idiot... they'd tear him apart... yup... I'm about screwed now... he thought to himself, sighing... then he smirked as they came ever closer... But at least I can take all of them out with me... He looked up at the Wyvern in particular as it charged for him along with the others, staring into it's grey, lifeless stone eyes defiantly as the multi-hued glow around him intensified to the point where it was blinding... not that that stopped the statues... sight meant nothing to them... the deafening noise grew even louder as the stone beast closed in on him, preparing to strike... then an even louder noise echoed out as Ethic willed the life force in him to burst outward.... a huge multicolored sphere burst outward, engulfing the statues and Ethic himself, so bright it could easily be seen by Maxwell as he stood in a tree in the far distance... The Keeper clapped. "Well done, Ethic..." he said "Looks like you've become willing to go all out in a fight..." with that said, the keeper tore open a rift and stepped back through it, disappearing from the second circle of Hell. his fun was over now... and there was still much work to be done. The noise slowly faded along with the burst of light... when it was over, Ethic was laying on the ground on his side... motionless. the rubble of what was left of the statues was lying in heaps around his body... ------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Ethic awoke to a now familiar darkness... like before, he couldn't remember what had happened a few moments ago or how he'd gotten here... but he didn't even try to get up off the ground this time... he just lay there, waiting for the flood of recent memories he knew would come.

he hasn't? That's strange... i thought he was the first to respond with which way he was going... hold on... EDIT: Well... looks like you're right Bibarel... I mean, Pineapple... he hasn't posted either... that makes three people who can be located who haven't yet. (Myself included in that count, though i'm waiting for everyone else before I have Erick and Surge split off onto the teams.

K_H Marculo rang up the register as Ko'luki placed his items on the counter... "working with wrym fire, are we?" Marculo asked light heatedly, trying to make small talk... he'd been set to work this shift tonight... and with the resurrection happening very soon, he was going to miss it because he had to man the damn shop... so he might as well try to make the most out of it... "we have several varieties of wicks to choose from if you're interested, fast burning for fusils or slow burning for bombs...or you could use the slowburners in a fusil and light it and use it to interrogate someone on the threat of death... " Marculo smiled sheepishly "Oh... sorry, ser... got a bit carried away and started rambling... any way, your total is 543 Myta"

Snap Crackle Pop Freyal leapt down to the street level from a low lying roof top, rolling to break up the force of impact, his body still completely invisible. he got up, gazing into the apothecary shop before him... this one had a large selection, probably the largest one would find... which also meant it had quite a few rare specimens on it's shelves... Specimen's that would fetch hefty prices on the black market down along the southern shoreline of the Continent... He'd been planning to hit this place when he was working out what he would be going after in Cithalos... tonight had been the easiest possible time, what with the festivities and all... he'd chosen it to begin his spree in the holy city just for that reason... and with himself now literally unseeable, it would be as easy as walking into this shop and taking merchandise as he walked by the shelves, placing the goods into his bags as he moved. he entered through the open doorway, spotting a young woman with a scythe on her back standing in the shop, her head down as she looked to be reading something. he ignored her for now, silently swiping a whole row of rare herbs, their roots scarlet and shiny; it was blood root... named for it's red root system, and it's blood purifying properties... ground it up into a tea and any envenoment would be cured... it only grew in extremely high places that had thin atmospheres... like the peaks of the Cithal Range... next he moved across the way, swiping three light tombs from another shelf, the gold lettering on their spines spelling out their various titles, not that the Theif King, Freyal Lupai would be green enough to allow his curiosity to cause him to pause whilst thieving and examine something in as much detail as reading it. the fact that they were high up on the shelf and not down below meant that they must have had some valuable information in them, since only those experienced would be looking for them and not the majority of those who entered the shop... Freyal smiled... it helped out very much in a Thief's workings to have a good understanding of the science of advertising and merchandise placement... made it much easier to determine which items were of high value at a simple glance... having emptied that shelf, he went on, cleaning out more and more of the merchandise... his bag was swelling with stolen property now. he was near where the young women was now... it had only taken him a minute or two to fill his bag this much... and she was completely oblivious to him as she looked down at the pages of the book in his hand... Freyal didn't know where the book had come from in regards from it's positioning in the shelves, but he figured it would still probably be worth something to someone... he snatched the book out of Octavia's hands, as quick as lightning, closing the journal and stowing it in his bag... he felt it's wieght on his shoulder as he did... he knew he would have a hard time getting away in a timely fashion if he took anything else from here without first unloading his current loot. he turned and dashed out of the shop, scaling the same building he'd leapt off of less than three in a half minutes ago and leaping off across roof tops once again, putting some distance between him and the shop. Eric stopped rattling the knob. "Damn it..." he muttered as he tuned into the music of the spheres and his hand and eyes took on a dark green hue. he then placed his palm against the door, willing the energy cloaking his hand to burst outward, sending the door flying open, the jam in it now gone, hitting the wall with a loud bang!! Eric stormed into the shop, then stopped when he saw Octavia still standing there... he looked around, and didn't see his journal anywhere in the shop... he focused his mind again, locating it... it was heading north... and quite fast... it was getting farther and farther from here with every passing second. He gritted his teeth as he came to the conclusion that someone must've taken it somehow... and that was confirmed when saw that several of the shelves around the shop were completely bare of the merchandise that had been there a few minutes ago... Looks like whoever took my journal also robbed the place... he thought to himself as he walked over behind the counter and pulled out a half- crescent shaped, golden blade that had a pole running along the length of the back of it. he pressed a button on the pole, the rest of the Scythes handle fell down out of it in sections, each one a bit smaller in circumference than the last. he looked at Octavia, a wrathful, angry glean in his eyes as he spoke to her, an edge in his voice as he took his golden bladed scythe and rested the head of it across his shoulders, holding the rest of the handles length out beside him in the air, kept balanced by his arm. "You have two minutes to tell me who robbed this shop and made off with my journal" he said demandingly, his fingers tapping on the handle of his scythe impatiently. Supernovae Esmerelda stalked down the alley way, the young woman at the other end retreating as she approached, the fear obvious in her every movement. "P-Please..." she pleaded as Esmerelda began moving towards her even faster, spinning the six foot long iron rod in her hands as she walked. "I... I'm sorry for stealing from the bar... I'll never target you again, or anyone else... I'll give up being a theif!" She was trying to bargain for her life now... she could see the cold, murderous fury in Esmerelda's eye's. Then suddenly Esmerelda stopped halfway from her... simply standing there, weapon in hand... glaring at the theif. she let out a slight laugh as she began speaking... "Whore..." she said simply "You know, I've been called that once before today... back long ago before Rodriguez saved me from dying alone in the dessert..." She looked up to the moon, gazing at it's fullness... she then leveled her gaze to the young thief... "How old are you, girl?" she asked "nineteen? twenty maybe?" the thief nodded her head slowly, afraid of what would happen if she did not respond to the question... "Sit down." Esmerelda demanded, a second later an old barrel engulfed in a yellow aura flew out from the corner of the alley way, knocking the theifs legs out from under her, she fell on her backside on the hard, aged wooden surface of the barrel... she didn't try to get up from it. The yellow hue left Esmerelda's eyes as she walked towards the young thief a little more, she could see that the little criminal was now crying, tears steady pouring down her cheeks as she looked up in terror. "I'm going to tell you a story, girl... a story of what happened to my family, and what happened to me when I was around your age..." Rodriguez ran out into the streets, his sword swinging up and down along with his arms as he sprinted, now quite far from the bar... he had no idea where Esmerelda had gone... because he had no idea where the thief had gone, and she would surely be pursuing her right now... he slowed to a jog and then a complete stop as he came to a crossroads, looking down each street, trying to determine which way to take... and he couldn't help but think about how he'd found Esmerelda... it had been... what? ten years perhaps since he'd come across her lost in the desert while investigating a case about bandits robbing a merchant family... he'd been dispatched from the capitol to search the deserts for them... and then on the third day of the search, that was when he'd found her... her clothing torn and dirty, she had been bloodied and battered... and dying of thirst... She was the only member of the family that he or any of the other magistrates on the search found alive... he remembered how he had taken her back to the capitol with him, riding all day and night, riding so hard that his camel had keeled over just a few feet outside the city gates... how he'd carried her to the solar sanctum, and nearly gutted the healer's there when they at first refused to help her...how after the search had been called off because nothing more was found, he'd taken the girl home with him, given her a bed and a place to stay because she had no one left in the world, and no one else willing to take her in... as if she had been his own daughter... but his own daughter had been buried years before... how he had instructed her in the use of various weapons like the sword and the staff... how he had taught her all he knew about fighting... how he had retired from the force once he turned forty, as was customary in the sultanate for lawmen to do... how he had decided to take Esmerelda somewhere else on the continent, somewhere where she'd have a chance to start over... how they'd come to Cithalos five years ago and he'd found them both work at a pub in the city... for her so that she could earn some cash and make a living and for him so that he could keep an eye out for her... it was supposed to be temporary at first until they decided where to head to next... but they both had grown to like the city... and so they just stayed here... All this flashed through his mind as he stood at those cross roads... over the years, Esmerelda had become like a daughter to him... a replacement in a way, for the one that truly was his, but had been taken from him so long ago... shortly before her mother was as well... she was his only family left, his adopted child... and right now, he needed to make a choice... these crossroads were the options... then his choice was made when he heard a young woman cry out in terror down the upper left street turnoff... he ran off in the direction as fast as he could, tuning into the Aria of the Gale and using the power of the wind to propel himself even faster and faster as he ran, so fast that soon his feet were barely coming into contact in the ground at all with each foot fall... behind him streaked an orange aura, lighting up the darkened street as bright as day.

let's see... logan, lionel, lars, Clint, sid, nathan, kenny... then there's my characters of Surge and Erick...which I've yet to have split to sides... there's eleven PCs... add those up and they equal nine... Enyo's currently out in a coma in the med ward because Maddie has gone of somewhere or other... I beleive the only person whose yet to chose sides (And is still locatable) is Jory's character... and my own.

Ethic merely glanced over as Annie landed beside him from out of nowhere, remarking about how she would commit suicide if it wasn't for the fact that she'd just come back from death. He leapt out of the statues path as the thing lashed out with it's claws, though it was seemingly headed towards annie, Who came out fighting with her own ferocity, beating down on the thing with a flurry of kicks and punches... Ethic looked on as the barrage continued and dust went flying as the thing grew smaller and smaller as it crumbled under the assualt... Wait a minute... he thought to himself... That thing had Claws... So it couldn't be the one that was there a moment ago...then where the hell is the serpent? his question was answered as he heard a hissing to his left, turning to see the statue that had leapt off it's pedastal trying to attack him moments ago now soaring through the air, it's mouth opened wide... a strange green substance on it's fangs... Ethic dropped into a spread eagle position, narrowly dodging the thing, which having missed it's target, flew clear off the stair case from the force with which it had sprung it's body to attack, hitting the stones for below and breaking apart with a loud cracking sound which was barely audible from here. Ethic sprang up, and glanced off the edge down at the rubble of the statue... the head had snapped off the stone serpent, it's body was still intact however, and now writhed on the ground below, a large pool of blood and broken bodies beneath it... looks like it fell on a group of Loving Dead. The thing's head stared up hatefully at him from where it lay, opening it's mouth and closing it randomly, apparently thinking that if it did it enough, he would fall down there with it and then it could chomp down on a nice meal of Pulverized Ethic jerkey. "Not today." he said simply, returning his attention to the stair case ahead... the statues ahead had all come to life, and now stood in the way to the top. "Is that how it's gonna be?" Ethic asked them rhetorically, not like the things were able to answer back... Were they? He didn't care to find out, this was freaky enough as it already was. he focused his life force into his right index finger, the digit glowed with a strong multi-hue as he took off running towards the largest statue ahead, a stone Wyvern with a mouth full of sharp, Serrated teeth... He knew they were serrated because the thing saw him approaching and and roared before taking off at a much faster pass down the stair towards him, lashing out with it's long neck and bringing it's massive head down where Ethic had been a second ago but had leapt out of the way, the stones on the stepps cracked from the force of the thing's attack. it lifted it's maw, gnashing loose rocks and pebbles it had caught in it's mouth instead of Ethic. it stared down at him as he slowly backed away... only to stop as he realized that the other Statue's had formed a good sized semi circle around him on the steps effectively trapping him where he was... he looked past the Wyvern, seeing Lucian there, Scarlet knife in hand... a look of pure uncertainty was on his face... he doubted that there was a way he could help Ethic out of this one. The young man glanced around at the statues surrounding him. he knew he'd never be able to kill them all one by one before he ran out of life force and dropped dead... but then he got an Idea, recalling what Annie had said a few minutes ago... "I swear to god, if I wouldn't just revive I'd kill myself." That's it... He thought to himself Suicide tactics... they don't have the same ultimate penalty here that they do up in the above world... down here we just come back a while later... He smirked, having thought of a plan. he looked to Lucian, sending a mental message to him. I'm gonna do something crazy man; use the Death link's effect for a suicide bomber tactic. Make sure you drag my body with you as you and Annie and the others get to the top... if what I'm thinking of doing works, these statues around this area of the stairs should be out of the way soon... Lucian's face took on a look of surprise when he received the message. he quickly thought back Whoa man, what!? Suicide Bomber!? Ethic, don't do i- Ethic stopped listening to Lucian's response as he began focusing all his life force into the center of his body, the staues around him beginning to growl and make various noises... the circle looked to be slowly getting smaller. ((Backstories are coming up soon... along with Death))

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Snap Crackle Pop As soon as Octavia opened the small journal and began trying to actually read what was written in it, the words on the first page disappeared, becoming lost in a smoky cloud of ink blackness on the page... the black spread out, covering the whole surface... within seconds new words began the form out of the darkness as it slowly retreated, revealing the faded yellow of the page. Is this what you do when no one is looking? Eavesdropping into other people's private personal accounts? ... ... Apparently it is... since your still holding this journal open, trying to read it. My name is Eric Vonters. I am the owner of this journal and the hand that penned all the words therein... I'd say to look for me and return this journal to me... but if this is the type of person you are, I'd much rather you just drop this book back where ever you found it... I don't want to meet you. Go on, drop it where you found it. don't think about stealing it, I will find you eventually; the enchantment on this makes it so that you can run, but never hide... I'll always know where it is. ​Eric stopped as he walked down the underground hallway connecting the shop to the actual headquarters building... he checked his pants pocket, feeling it was empty... Damn... must've fallen out he thought to himself as he focuesed his mind and located the book... he could sense it was behind him. the only possible place was the shop he had just left. he turned around, walking up the small stair case and turning the knob to the door, pushing it inwards... It seemed to be jammed. he continued trying to get it to work, his rattling the knob creating a large amount of noise in the shop beyond the door.

Snap Crackle Pop Eric took the money and deposited it into the register, closing it and then locking it back. he then walked out of the room through a door behind the counter, which slammed shut behind him... something had dropped out of the young man's pocket as he had turned... and now lay on the counter top... it was a leather bound journal. there was a strange glyph on it.

Snap Crackle Pop Eric walked over to the front counter, turning to Octavia as he waited for her to place down the items... "Yeah... I've made a name for myself as an apothecary..." He looked away, avoiding Eye contact. his voice went dark for a moment. "But I'd really rather not talk about it..." He looked up again, his face emotionaless now. "But... enough about that... your total will be 200 Myta." he said, the friendlyness in his voice completely gone now

Chimchain The young lady looked at Trystane, puzzled. "Why yes sir, there's a pub just across the way..." she said, answering his first question... "But ser, what old woman are you talking about? I'm the only one working the counter tonight..."

((Sorry if these post are a bit short, I'm am just completely PISSED OFF right now...)) Snap Crackle Pop Eric smiled at Octavia "Why, this is the headquarters for every Apothecary in the world." he said "It's where every wild herb in existence is cataloged and specimens of them are stored for study... It's also were the most Experienced in the profession come... If you work here, than you had to have made a name for yourself in the field." He looked at the various supplies in Octavia's hands "I can ring all that up for you, If you'd like." Hukuna "Alright then," called out Boho as Sinbad left "Will do!" as soon as the man had exited the room and gone back upstairs, Boho turned to the two other magistrates. "Roy, Rodney, get up off your asses; their's still a homicide to investigate... let's get back out there." Roy looked up at Boho as he got up from his chair, taking his hand away from the hilt of his sword. "Alright then." he said. Rodney got up from his chair as well, and the three men procedded out of the room and down the long corridor, arriving at a large steel door at the end with several locks. Boho tapped into the music of the spheres and undid them all one by one, causing the huge door to become unlocked and slowly fall open... beyond it was a short stair case. the three men walked up them, entering onto the street after pushing open another set of doors, these one's like that of a cellar. Boho closed and locked them behind them. he locked to Roy and Rodney as he drew his sword, which glowed an eerie green in the night air. "Remember," he said "The suspect we're looking for is on the short side and is good with archery...it's up to us to find out more to go on besides that. move out!" With that Boho took off down the street, soon disappearing from sight. Roy took out his blade and scaled a nearby building, the sword in his hand flashing with a yellow aura as he took off into the night, leaping from roof top to roof top like a ninja, his white and grey striped cloak billowing out behind him as he went. Rodney was left standing there... "Well.." he muttered to himself, drawing his own blade... which unlike his colleagues, had no elemental affinity... it was just a dull grey... such was the lot of the junior Magistrate on the team... "Might as well get to work." with that he walked off in the opposite direction that Boho had run off in. ----------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Atton looked around the reading chamber, which was empty except for himself, Decate, and Marshal. he turned around. looking at the two smaller men. "I thought you said he was here." he said simply, he looked quite intimidating with his cloak draped around him. his sword, Rosefeller, was now sheathed at his side. Marshell looked around as he answered "I did... he said that he would be here before the resurrection..." Decate interjected "He said for us to meet in the West Market Square at night to report to him... that's probably where he is." Atton nodded simply, walking out of the chamber, having to duck to get through the door way. Marshall and Decate followed behind.

Hukuna Boho nodded "Well, you right about the crossbow and partially right about the Fusil." he said, picking up the small weapon and pointing to the purple residue "This reisdue right here is only left behind when someone who is untrained in magicks lights a magick flame on a wick... a studious mage would be able to better control the fire, and never let such sloppiness slide on their behalf. but like you said, it's a last resort because of that..." he placed the weapon back into his cloak. the door flew open. Boho stood up. "Well, ser, you're free to go, and please, keep an eye out for anyone bearing a crossbow... from where the trajectory of the bolt hit the man, we beleive the one who fired it may have been a few inches shorter than the victim, so look for individuals a bit on the short side lugging around heavy crossbows." Masterweavile898 Aaron went to work fast, Tuning in to the spheres... his eyes took on a white, milky hue as the women's foot became engulfed in a bright white aura... he focused harder, beginning to hear the voices again... they tried to show him a vision, but he pushed them away, told them now was not a good time for him to fall into a trance. they listened and witheld their visions, yet still spoke to the young man as he focused even more, guiding him... taking him to the most complex levels of the Aria of the Dawn... as the glow surrounding the women's foot grew ever brighter... the blood soaking the wrapping began to receed, flowing back into her body. the wrapping fell away, revealing as the deep gash on her foot was now far smaller... within seconds, the wound was completely healed. Aaron let the voices speak to him again, and show them their vision... his head lulled to the side, seemingly asleep...

Hukuna "Alright then." said Boho, reaching and retrieving the cross bow bolt and putting it back in his cloak. he was abit impressed by the man's answer... it was spot on... he had been expected for an evasive answer like 'oh it's just a bolt covered in blood...' not for a near expert analysis of the object. "If you're willing to help, then that's fine now that we know that it couldn't have been you who fired this bolt." Boho leaned forward on the table again "about half an hour ago, a man was found dead in an alley way... he was slightly intoxicated, lying on his side with the bolt I showed you protruding from his chest... whoever fired it knew what they were doing... it missed all his vital organs... but it cut a major artery; he bleed out in a few minutes..." He leaned back in his chair now, his feet propped up on the table like Sinbad's were "What this may or may not mean," he began "Is that this may or may not be a case of self defense..." he pulled out a small fusil... the wick was burned to the point where it was allmost to the powder chamber... "This was found on the dead man's person... in his hand... we found no ignition source, so we believe he may have used Lenach to set the wick alit." he placed the tiny weapon on the table, unloading a small metal sphere from the barrel and placing it beside it. he then paused, letting Sinbad soak all this in before he continued. Masterweavile898 Aaron looked as the woman's condition seemed to worsen... the pool of blood beneath her bandaged foot confirmed this. "Alright, here, sit down before you pass out." he said as his eye's took on a greenish hue and a cracking sound echoed from the stones by where Amelia stood... green lightning crackled as the stones seemed... liquefy almost and mold themselves into the shape of a small chair and stool that protruded abruptly out of the ground of the square. his eye's lost their green hue. "Go on, sit, I don't have bandages, but I've got magick, which will work even better." he said Snap Crackle Pop Eric looked on as the young women peered around the shop, examining various items. he saw the Scythe she bore on her back and knew what she was instantly. he walked over to her. "See something that catches your eye?" he asked her cheerfully. "Well, it would be no surprise... You're an Apothecary after all... and this is the head quarters of operation..."