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Ana blinked, then flushed, scuffling her feet as Hunter walked by her. Of course she had automatically thought he just wanted to torture the man. She always thought the worst of everyone, didn't she? It kind of stung, that she had been wrong, but she let it go and walked over to stand by the door where Aedion had taken the kids. It was comforting, listening to the sound of them calmly playing. She remembered when she had done that with her sister. Oblivious to any danger around them, uncaring of any environment other then the one they imagined themselves to be in. Her eyes strayed to Hunter and the guard, then Zeal, before back to the guard. She hoped, for the sake of his children, no one would come.

Veera flinched slightly at Flora's touch, memories of a past death invading her mind for a single moment. "Ah, sorry." She apologized before glancing at the exposed skin. "No magic in this world. Thank god." She turned to Christie, biting her lip as she thought the scenario through. "I wonder if this is some sort of game. I mean, you both seem very real. And there were some strange people in the classrooms. Too strange to be figments of my imagination. I don't know. This is all too much to think about." She reached to rub her shoulder, instinctively reacting to the ache before dropping her fingers. Right...if she touched the tape, it would come off sooner. She just wished it would start working now. "So...what do you guys think we should do?"



Teriana blinked, her hand going to the wound at her side at Lucas' words. "Mind your own business." She muttered before kneeling down, hands fluttering over the unconscious girl's body. Analise had been so upset, and this would help in no way whatsoever. "No way I'm leaving her alone with the likes of you." She continued with a pointed glare at Isabelle before rearranging the girl's body in a more comfortable position, grabbing a pillow from the bed to put underneath her head.
"Um...a little help?" She asked the silent figure in the doorway.



"Aaaaand....he's going towards the sound. Of course he is." Tessa shifted from one foot to the other. Accompany the only person she knew to his apartment? Fine. Walk into danger unarmed? Hell no. "I'll catch up to you." She called after the retreating back of Ze Operator, turning and walking quickly back to her room. Some sixth sense told her she would be able to find something to help her in there. Or at least maybe a clue into this nightmare. She looked down at her key, and found her door number within seconds. As she gently pushed it open, peering inside, she spotted her leather gloves lying on top of a bed. Her bed? Who cared. She dashed towards them, cramming her fingers inside the worn leather and sighing with relief as she tested out the familiarity of her worn weapons. It's all good now. Turning, she headed back towards the door, she stopped, eyes widening. There was another girl in here.

@mindstorm787 @Morrigan Aensland @Glen @Aelin FireHeart @Takeru Tenkuji @Hyuge ✧

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"You're brother is the Witcher Aaron?" He was a good lad, as she remembered. Enthusiastic, always talking about his family. He stuck out in her memory because more often then not they plucked the children they trained from orphanages and roadsides. He had been lucky and not, have come from a home. "Damn." She swore to herself. It was near impossible to contact a witcher on the road, and if she wasn't mistaken, he would have left Kaer Morhn days ago. Still, it didn't hurt to try. But to do so, she would have to leave the girl and step outside. It was doubtful the doppler would come back to kill her, he seemed to prefer his victims remember the misdeeds against them, and suffer. She sighed, reaching into her satchel. Out came a needle and thread, along with clean water, and a bottle that held a light red liquid. Swallow. The healing potion of witchers. If the girl's bleeding didn't stop, she might be forced to use it.

For now, she pulled off the makeshift bandages and began to sew one of the gashes shut, knitting the skin together with the thread. It wasn't her best handiwork by far; she had forgotten how different it was working on other people rather then herself. She needed a mage, and she needed one now. They would be able to send a message and heal the girl, a double blessing. She had no coin to offer, but a favor from a witcher, that was a hefty thing that was rarely turned down.

"Young one, if you're to survive I may need to step out and find a mage. If you do not wish this of me, you may still bleed out from these wounds. The only other option I have is to give you this potion." She indicated Swallow, sitting on the bedside table. "The choice is yours." She finished, hoping the girl could hear her.



"Yana. It's been too short a time." Especially since she had never hoped to see the other woman again. It wasn't just that they both mastered fire. Yana was cruel and vicious, never stopping to think of the casualties caused by her experiments. "I had hoped to leave this cave in good health, but I don't suppose you would let that happen, would you?" She said as an afterthought as the black fire, a signature Yana move, began to gather. She had often wondered if Yana colored the fire on purpose, expending energy to make it more memorable, or if it was simply black because it matched her soul. Her own fire was red with blazes of orange, and she pressed her palms together, feeling the heat grow between the flat surfaces of her skin before pushing her hands apart, the fire ball growing in between them.

It was then she spotted the girl. Bandaged, bloody, and nearly broken. "Gods, Yana, what have you done?" And now she felt rage. What Yana had done to her colleagues was a different matter, but a child....."William, this is your last chance. You don't seem to care for fire, and this entire cave is going to explode into it within a matter of seconds. I would leave while you can." If he moved quick enough, he could get around Yana and dart for the exit.

"Child, come here!" She called out as the fireball grew larger, the flames crackling and spitting as it fought her control, wanting to be free. "I can protect you!" Because Yana certainly wouldn't. "Or at least get out of the way!" When the ball was larger then her head she launched it, whispering the words. When the ball got closer to Yana, it would explode, covering everything in its vicinity with flames and heat.





Zack watched as the drunken townspeople came to his rescue. Of all the ironies, his dagger trick worked on them, if not the witcher. As they flew to his defense, he did the only sensible thing; he turned and ran. Out the door, down the road, and towards the river. He had to get rid of his trail. Witchers couldn't track in water, could they? His senses still tingling from the drinks he had so happily downed prior, he sloshed and stumbled his way through the cold water. It wasn't long before his words up to his knees were numb, and walking was near impossible. He managed to make it to the other bank and fell to his knees, gasping for air. A hand on his shoulder made him raise his eyes, half fearing the witcher would somehow materialize in front of him.



Bryce looked down at his soaking wet comrade. The stolen witcher necklace around his neck, told him without a doubt that this was a doppler. "Come, friend." He said gently, helping the blonde man to rise. "The one who seeks you will be delayed. We must head into the city, and go underground. I have created a haven for those of our people who are worthy. We will be safe there." Bryce took the man by the elbow and guided him away, with a careful glance over his shoulder. They would be long gone by the time the witcher was able to leave. He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight; from observing Zack's encounter with the cat eyed adversary, it was clear the man couldn't be swayed to their side. No matter. He had killed a witcher before, and he would find a way to do so again, if it meant keeping his people safe. For now, all that mattered was that one more sheep had been added to his flock, and he needed to get it far from the wolves before entertaining any other thought.

"You guys hear that?" Just when Tessa had been about to tell them to let her go on alone, Neoph had held up his hand and signaled for them to stop. He must have great hearing. She thought, because I can't-Nope. There it was. A twig cracking, the sound of the wind rushing by, and yet more branches and twigs snapping. Something was coming, and she hefted her bow up to aim at the as of yet unseen enemy, taking careful aim towards the noise. She would not shoot it without seeing it first. Too many had done that and hit a stray dog or a child. She would not let an innocent be a casualty of her inability to hold her arrow back.



Kala did exactly as the above post stated, because there is no need for redundancy. After she had puked her guts out, and Osiris had quipped about how it was never easy the first time, she managed to start a retort before her stomach got the better of her. "Neither is se-" as she finished throwing up the rest of her mostly alcoholic dinner, she sat down and rest her head against her knees, taking in deep breaths and letting the swimming in her head calm itself. Her body was normally stronger then whatever the world could throw at it, but she had a feeling she would never get used to something like that. "So what's your plan?" She asked finally, raising her head and brushing her hair back from her face, cowl slipping a little as she did so.



Ana had managed to slide off her horse clumsily after Hunter made a comment. Sort of as compliment, but a snide compliment. That seems to be his way. Afterwards, they followed Hunter around. She quite enjoyed watching him return time and again with a new handprint on his face. She was about to turn and make a bet with their two companions when he stopped, chuckled, and raced off again. This time she was barely on his heels, scythe in hand as he poked through the open door of the house as Hunter shouted about being right. He disappeared, and she heard him muttering to someone before the sound of sword being drawn. She shoved her way through the door just in time to see him shove the sword into the ground, in front of a closet door, before he began to approach the man, who was bent over something.

Why would he keep the closet door from being open.....? She turned to the man as Hunter spoke to him, her skin turning clammy as she realized what was about to occur. Just leave, just turn your eyes away. But no, the man was holding a picture of a woman. And the closet.....Ana turned and shoved her way in between Hunter and the man, holding the scythe in front of her. "You sick bastard, he has children." She hissed, her hands gripping the staff tightly. "You're not torturing their father while they're in the house. And you'll do it over my body. We can ask him what he wants nicely, and then go. We're not taking away their parent." It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened here. Either that, or she and Hunter were on a higher intelligence level then the rest of their companions. A frightening thought.

"You're not doing this." She repeated, hardening her resolve.

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Tessa blinked, then shrugged. Apparently Griffin didn't want to talk about it, that was fine. She pulled back the plate of offered food and shoveled the rest of it into her mouth as quickly as she could before standing up. "Zack." He didn't turn to speak to her, still talking to Adelina. "Zack." She said a bit louder. Still nothing. If this is how he's going to act, we're going to have a serious talk. She thought to herself before smacking the back of his head. "ZACK."
She waited until he turned around. If her plate and silverware hadn't been in her hands, she would have crossed her arms in frustration at the blank look on his face. "I'm going to go to the training. Catch up when you're done." She glared at him, hoping he felt sheepish at least, before offering a smile to Adelina as she passed the girl to put her dishes on the counter. "Thanks Adelina! Good as always!"

After that, she walked down the hall, hands clasped behind her back as she bounced from one foot to the other. If Griffin chose to come with, that was his choice. She couldn't keep the king waiting, however.



Zack listened attentively, barely eating as his hand rested under his chin and he watched Adelina. She was so fascinating. "That'd be a cool ability to have. Useful too." he said thoughtfully, playing with his fork with his other hand. "I mean, you could have a whole network of spies that no one even knows about. Not to mention you're a great cook." He added with a smile aimed at her. "I can't even boil water. I worked in the kitchens for a while, you might not have noticed me. I wasn't really good so....I did the dishes." He admitted shame facedly, staring down at his plate now. That was when Tessa smacked him across the back of his head. He knew it was Tessa, because only she could make it hurt quite like that. Turning around, he could only stare at the petite girl as she admonished him before telling him she was leaving for training.
He turned back around, ducking his head as she passed. Man...."I guess I should go in a bit too." He said, a little glumly as he put his fork down.



Veera acknowledged Flame's words with a nod. "Thank you." She added, following her princess's actions and picking up discarded weapons or tools. These went into the bag that she had until now forgotten was strapped across her chest to secure any goods they managed to "procure". "That girl was eyeing you up." She said softly, knowing the princess would be able to hear her words on the abandoned street. "And I'm not sure who called my name. But I'm worried that we shouldn't have come." She didn't add that it wouldn't matter if she died, but if Flame went, their entire kingdom would be thrown into chaos. Just the same if something happened to Drake or the king. It was both risky and necessary for them to leave on missions such as this.

"What's it like?" She asked suddenly, her tongue making the words before her mind had time to analyze them. "Shape shifting, I mean." She would never admit it, but she had always been jealous of people like Flame, who could become something else in the blink of an eye.

Um.."That's good." Tessa smoothed her shirt with her hands. "So...I'm mad at Snow White. And I need you to...hurt her? I mean, it seems kind of drastic to kill her. Maybe just maim her face or something?" She asked nervously.

Tessa froze at Conrad's words, feeling sick to her stomach from the sound his shoulder made as it popped into place. She wiped her face on her sleeve, clearing her throat as she got to her feet unsteadily before wandering to Damian's side, watching him work with reddened eyes. "I wish I could do good like that." she whispered, her eyes filling with fresh tears but her strength of will keeping them from spilling over. "Does it hurt?" she asked even softer, the words barely making any sound as they passed her lips. It seemed inconceivable to her, that this man had been fine mere minutes ago. It was hard to fathom she had done this, to someone who considered her a friend, out of anger.
How do I begin to fix this? She wondered, her hands dropping to hang limp at her sides. Can I fix this?

Veera had reached for her swords, but when the man had threatened the girl she had let her hands lower back down. She could go through the girl, yes, but her mentor had taught her life was precious in all forms. Except those of man killing monsters, of course. Instead she could only do as the man asked and follow them, letting her mind go blank as she witnessed the brutality of a nature that was far more twisted then any she had come across before. Even vampires had a sense of duty to their prey. This was just blatant violence for violence's sake. With each passing minute, the black thread of anger that had woven around Veera's heart clenched tighter, growing stronger. "I will kill you for this," She promised with her hands clenched, ready for any given weakness to be shown so she could end this girl's misery. She almost wanted to, right there, and kill the son of a bitch, but something in the girl's eyes pleaded for life.

Despite everything the poor, bloodstained human had been through, she still wanted to live. As Seth exited, Veera whispered the words of a curse, using them as a chain to constrict the anger inside of her, and remind her.
"Nowhere is safe. No dark corner is too far for my wrath to reach you. Fear me now and run, for you have incurred the rage of a witcher. And I swear, on every drop of cursed blood that runs through my veins, that you will die by my hand." She turned, putting him out of her mind as she tended to the girl the best she could, removing the gag and cutting away the bonds. One of her mage friends would be of use now, as a Witcher potion was all she had apart from herbs. But while the potion had a good chance of working miracles on the resilient girl, it also had just as good of a chance at killing her. And she would die in agony.

"Cross that bridge when we get there, eh?" she whispered to the injured soul as she worked to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds left. "Why do I recognize your face?" She murmured, more to herself then her until now silent conversation partner. Gently, she brushed a tangled strand of hair from the girl's face, frowning before grabbing a nearby blanket that had been spared the carnage, and wrapping it around the girl, picking her up and carrying her into a different room. "You don't need to see that. But I promise you, sweet soul. I have claimed that one's pain, and his death shall be mine." Until she could lead and start tracking him, however, she needed to stay with the girl and make sure she would make it through the night.

Veera stopped along one of the side streets near the ocean. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of crying. A woman. She turned down the street, and happened upon a young woman, a girl really, attempting to scrub what appeared to be slanderous writing and fruit off the side of a house. Probably her own. Veera walked closer, her footsteps quiet as she carefully made sure to appear in front of the girl, so as not to startle her.
"Are you having trouble?" She asked quietly, crossing her arms over her shoulders as the hilts of her swords caught the light. Witchers, by their own code, couldn't technically take contracts without some sort of payment. The payment doesn't have to be money. She added to herself as the light caught her eyes, making them shimmer. The world suddenly lit up and she had to squint, waiting until the light passed behind a cloud and wasn't so blinding.



Zack stumbled back as the table fell forward, missing his toes by mere inches as it slammed into the ground. The entire tavern went quiet, and his drunken brain scrambled for an escape route, a hope, a plea. "I'm...I'm not a doppler." He slurred, fear evident in his voice. "I'm a human, just like the rest of them." He fumbled for the dagger at his side and pulled it out, dropping the sheath to the ground and grabbing the blade nearly hard enough to cut his skin. "See? I can touch silver. I'm not a doppler." His voice had taken on a pleading quality. But who's wouldn't? Who had a prayer when they were up against a witcher? With the exception of a mage, there wasn't a soul alive who could compete with them.
"I'm not a doppler." He repeated, tears of fear in his eyes. Please gods, not today. Not today and I'll never drink again.



"Besides, two people are better then one."
"I couldn't agree more." Teliana murmured as the cave filled with the sound of cackling. It was both familiar and unnerving, and she placed her basket to the side, her subconscious already telling her that she was going to up for a fight. She needed to keep the plant ingredients safe for her journey back. She needed to keep them safe for him. "William, I would prepare yourself. I think we're going to be in for a bit of combat." She rolled up her peasant dress sleeves, the fire itching to flare to life around her hands. Not yet. She told herself. Not yet. There was a slight chance this person would be friendly. But as the laughter grew closer, in her heart Ana knew this wasn't the case. "F*ck." She said plainly, letting her hands warm.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's the competition?" Oh I hope you do. Veera thought to herself as she crossed her arms with a smile. "There's a priest. I want him dead. A last gift to myself before I get back to work. Septon Frye. Know the name, the face? He's a spiritual conscience to the High Septon. Whoever kills him first gets to pick their prize. What would I pick? She would decide when she won. She did have faith in her abilities, but it would make it more interesting to pick something on the spot. Something that would entertain her in the moment. "Mind you, bring proof that he's dead. Something physical. Like a finger, or an ear. No clothing, no jewelry. Something he would miss." She smiled menacingly at the last part before letting her arms drop. "Since I set the terms, you can pick the meeting place, and the time limit."




Kara nodded, standing on wobbly legs and shaking them until the feeling had completely returned. "I agree. I want to find my ax. I had that thing custom made." She rubbed a bump on her head, wincing as her fingers grazed over the tender skin. They must have hit her when they knocked her out. That would explain the slight headache, although it could have been the drugs too. Footsteps coming from the tunnel made her freeze in place. She had her spells, but....thinking quickly, she rushed forward and pressed herself against the man she knew as Thomas, pressing her hands to his chest.
"Don't move." She whispered in his ear as her hands warmed with the power of Ifrit. It might burn him a little, but she hoped he wouldn't be a bitch about it and make noise. Right now, they were placed in shadow, and if someone saw them, they might not realize right away they were the prisoners. By that time, she hoped they would have the element of surprise and be able to erase the existence of whomever the footsteps belonged to.

"You knife him and I'll use my fire." She murmured softly, standing on her tip toes in order to make her voice reach his ears. The footsteps reached closer, and her heart began to pound with adrenaline as the anticipated fight drew ever nearer.

The ones we love never truly leave.

Teriana opened her mouth to respond to the perceived threat that Lucas had aimed at her. Instead, she folded her arms over her chest, watching with softening eyes as the man talked gently to the girl. He had given off quite a different aura, and she had judged him wrongly. The woman...Teriana didn't like her one bit, and shot her a glance before turning her head to notice the newcomer. "I wouldn't mind knowing myself." She added to his question, feeling something prick into her side. Shit. She pressed her hand to the spot, feeling the sharpened steel she had forgotten existed. My dagger. It seemed some things transferred into this world after all. The dagger had been sewn into the folds of her shirt, exactly where it would have been placed in her dress. The only problem was, as she dropped her arms, was that she hadn't known it was there. Inconspicuously reaching a hand into her shirt, she pulled out the dagger, wincing at the sight of the tip. It was stained crimson, and she tucked it into the waist band of her skirt, carefully positioning it so she could avoid gutting herself, unless she bent over. Looks like I'm gonna need to change again.



Tessa stopped, listening as the scream perforated the walls. Her hair stood on end, and her hands clenched into fists. "Did you hear that?" She asked Ze Operator, hesitating at the foot of the stairs. They had already passed by her room,but she hadn't stopped to grab her leather gloves, which had been sitting on the dresser. She wished she had, feeling the loss of the familiar smell and the feeling of her fingers encased in some sort of protection keenly. "I hope there's not trouble already." She murmured, tossing her hair over her shoulder to look behind her nervously.

Name:Kara Jereign

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Will provide later.

Bio: The second daughter and third child, Kara left home at eleven to find her way as a Pokemon trainer. She tried to battle her way through the gyms, but lost interest fairly quickly. Instead, she focused on building her relationships with her Pokemon and traveling to new places to learn better techniques for living healthy with her and her tiny friends. She regularly contacts home and has a good relationship with her family, with the exception of her mother.

Personality: Adventurous, has an optimistic personality and a lot of determination.

Likes/Dislikes: Chocolate, sweets of any kind, cute and furry Pokemon/Snakes, the dark.

Your Region: Kanto? I need an adult?

Skills: One in Pokemon Education, One in Medicine Education as seen below.

General Edu (1), Poke Edu (2), Occult Edu (1), Techno Edu (1), Medicine Edu (2), Perception (1), Command (1), Combat (1), Stealth (1), Athletic (1), Acrobatic (1)

Pokémon at hand: (Leave this area Blank.)

PKMN Wish List (3 Only and no Legendary): Charmander, Sandshrew, Poochyena.

Items: x3 Pokeballs, x2 Potions, x1 Antidote,

Kara Jereign It was copy and paste man.

"Thank you." Veera worked to pull her shirt back over her head before standing and rolling her shoulder experimentally. It still twinged, but the tape seemed to support the muscles beneath her skin well enough. "I wish I had a clue what was going on. The last thing I remember was that I was about to die..." She stood outside of the bathroom and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. "I guess I'm not sure what's a dream and what's reality anymore. What if you're all figments of my imagination? Or I'm just a part of yours?" The thought was not a calming one.



Teriana raced up the stairs and darted down the hallway towards the source of the screaming. She had left her empty room after changing, only to wander the halls in search of something to do. She passed by people that were deep in conversation, clearly too deep to be interrupted. But her own musings had been interrupted by the cries of a clearly terrified girl, and as she nearly crashed into the room, chest heaving with the effort of her breaths, her eyes widened. There appeared to be three people near her own age (physically) in the room. One was a female, clearly much calmer then the counterpart that was screaming at her. The third was a man, holding the screaming girl in his arms. She clenched her hands before strolling up to him and jabbing him in between the shoulder blades in a painful manner, in order to get his attention.
"Hey mother f*cker. Drop the girl. Now."


@Glen @Aelin FireHeart @Morrigan Aensland

OH MY GOD NOT THIS AGAIN I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME TRYING TO TRANSLATE YOUR SENTENCES LAST NIGHT WHY