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Keta

Elena and Sasha had engaged in some sort of banter over something or another, Keta wasn't paying much attention. She was staring blankly at her hands, hoping to get home alive.

"I'll be leaving now, good bye, and thank you again Elena." Keta mumbled. She then stood up and pushed her way to where she remembered the door being. She didn't know if Elena or Sasha heard her parting words but she didn't really mind.

Keta finally made it out of the club in one peice after much pushing through the crowded club. No one seemed to be able to think enough to bother her at this point. It was very late and most of the population of Strys was holed up somewhere, intoxicated, or engaging in some similarly reckless behavior.

The night is Strys was a pleasant time, if you could believe that. With all the magicians and stringers it would seem as if the streets would be a near deadly place at night, but by late they would all be in some club trying to sell or home brewing new potions for the next night.

Strys had become slightly run down, or at least in the places Keta ended up frequenting, and even more run down in the 'neighborhood' Keta's apartment stood. The city used to be a beautiful place, filled with love for the art and love for life. Now all the beauty and love resided in the Garden of Misplaced Desires. Keta would never dare set foot in there.

As Keta turned another street corner, she came slightly closer to her home. Only two more streets would she have to live down before she had to deal with surviving the night in her apartment.

Suddenly, a strong hand was on Keta's shoulder. "Hello there." a voice said.

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That can be anyone, though preferably someone who isn't entirely creepy. Keta has had enough creepy and dangerous for the night.
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ANGEL

"I can and I will.

“Angel, I have seen the once great man you were. You don't need those potions. Look at yourself! I found you face down on the sidewalk earlier, unconscious and unable to recognize me. Have you realized yet that one of your teeth is missing? Of course not, the hero would have numbed you to the pain."

For a moment panic wraps its infectious fingers around my still diluted consciousness. I can function without the Hercules potion; doubtless, I’ll be better off. It is simply a matter of surviving withdrawals.

Cupid is a different story. As an aphrodisiac, the drug has many uses, but I buy it for only one purpose: concealing the deformities I owe to my beloved mother and father. Without it, I doubt that I will be performing in Effulgence or anywhere else. Inevitably, I will be forced to flee to the Garden of Misplaced Desires to live amongst those the population deems as unsatisfactory- ugly reminders of unpleasant things.

These thoughts sprint through my mind in a matter of seconds, but I am not one for hasty reactions, so for several long moments I say nothing. By and by, I remember the shot of Marigold on the counter and gulp it down. The fiery liquid all but scalds my throat, but it soothes my fears and helps me to organize my thoughts.

All at once, my concern dissolves into anger. Who is Christian to ridicule me for my addiction? As if I chose this lifestyle any more than he did. All of us do what we can with the lot that’s been given to us, and I have sacrificed everything for my music. I have no family, no pride, and no true lovers- my dark-feathered secret makes that impossible. I am not about to let it destroy my career as well.

“Goodbye, Christian,” I say, and my voice is louder than I intended. The unwilling stringer searches for my eyes, but I stand and turn to leave without even a glance in his direction.

“You don’t have anything else to say to me?” Christian asks, and I imagine his eyebrows are raised.

“If our business is over, I have no further obligation to you,” I respond, flatly. I am halfway across the room before I turn and face him.

“There are other stringers." I speak the word like a curse, all though it is in fact my unlikely salvation.

Then I am gone.
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Sasha

I noticed Keta had strayed away from us. I bid Elena a small goodbye and set off. I hoped she was okay. Willow had left too.

I bite my lip. I was staying with Johanna today and if she realized I wasn't there she would freak. Still, I needed a sale. I wass broke and I had used all my money on grocerys.

I decided I'd better start with someone new. I looked and spotted a man, alone. Perfect.

I strode up to him and smiled. "Sasha," I said, extending my hand.

He looked at me and sighed. "Not interested." My eyebrows furrowed together. How did he know. Was I that obvious?

"What?" I asked. The man chuckled a little.

"Now you really are being obvious. Let's not play dumb, magician," he replied, still not looking at me.

I placed my hand on my hip. "Well, if you think I'm leaving, forget it. You know, it's in good manners to tell me your name after I've told you mine," I suggested, already making myself comfortable. Good luck getting rid of me now.

**Anyone care to talk to Sasha. I know I said she was talking to a man but it looked funny to put he/she. ^^ It can be either.
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"Not meaning to be rude," replied Elena, "but I've never been one for magicians and the like."

Sasha gave her an inquisitive look. "Really? And why's that?"

"About five years ago, my parents were killed in an explosion while watching a magician's streetside demonstration," she said flatly. "Something went wrong and the whole thing blew up. The only family I have left's my grandfather, actually."

The magician was quiet for a minute. "That's... wow, I'm sorry that happened to you." She hesitated. "But it's not really fair to hate all magicians because one of us made a mistake."

Elena rolled her eyes. "The way I see it, none of you guys know what you're doing. You can't expect to screw around with supernatural forces and expect nothing to go wrong." She shrugged. "You seem nice enough, and I don't have anything against you. I just don't like magic."

**Oh... I guess I could just, uh, get rid of this post and say Elena left then. xP
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*No it's fine. We'll just say Elena walked up to her. ^^

Sasha

"Well you're not the only one who's lost someone, actually," I stated, anger making me tremble. Sure she thought I was nice, but when it came to me doing magic, she must think I was a monster.

"What are you talking about?" She asked. I sighed, trying to calm down.

"Nothing," I replied. I wasn't ready to share my whole history with anyone, even if she had told me about her acident. "But can I ask you something?"

"Sure," She answered a little confused.

"Would you hate all greasy foods because it caused one of your loved ones to die of a heart attack from eating one too many fries?" I asked. "You say you like me, because I seem okay, but you just said you didn't like magicians. Magic is my life. It's the only thing I have and I love doing it."

"Sasha?" She questioned, obviously shocked by my temper.

"Listen I don't normally get like this and I do feel terribly sorry for your loss, but don't blame a whole group of people for a freak accidant. That is wrong," I told her. "Listen, stupid messed up shit happens and there is nothing you can do about it. I mean just like I said before, you probably wouldn't stop eating all greasy foods if it caused a heart attack to one of your family members now would you? It's basically the same thing."
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"Okay, for one thing I don't think you or any other magician is directly responsible for what happened," Elena said with a frown. "Or that magicians can't be lovely people with great intentions that really enjoy their work. I just think messing with magic's a good way to get somebody killed. It's too... erratic."

Sasha crossed her arms, obviously not convinced. Elena sighed.

"Look, I never should have brought it up, okay? So you're a magician; I can respect that. Just- just pretend I never said anything about it." She found herself not wanting to upset Sasha. The girl seemed nice enough, possibly friend material.

Elena took a deep breath, getting ready to do something she really wasn't used to doing.

"I'm sorry."
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Christian sighed and followed Angel.

"Angel," he said. "Let me...help you." He sighed. "You can function without. There is magic out there that can give you your life back, if you let it." There was a pause. "I have known you for many years, Angel. Since I was twelve. Are you really going to throw your life away like this? Because the man I once knew would not give up so easily."

Angel paused, as if thinking of something to say.

"There is no hope left for me, Christian," he said flatly.

"But there is, if only you would see it," Christian said.

Angel turned on him.

"And yourself?" he said. "What of you, Christian? So burned by your past that you reject it? Was one simple accident that was not even your fault enough to turn you from your life completely, hm? I watched your exchange with Jude. You're pathetic." The words came out spitting, like water onto a hot stove burner.

Christian felt his fists flex in anger. His knuckles rapidly turned white and his teeth ground together.

The next thing he knew that fist flew toward Angel and hit him squarely in the jaw.

Angel reeled back, both pained and shocked by what his friend had done. The very air seemed to still as the two stared at each other.

"Angel, I--" he said, at a loss for words. "Perhaps this matter is closed," he said, glaring at the ground.

Angel shook his head.

"You truly are pathetic," he muttered, but he did not turn to leave. He lifted his own fist and sent it sailing across Christian's face before he had time to react. There was a sound of fist hitting bone as the two collided, and blood started pouring out of the stringer's nose and down his face. Christian didn't so much as blink. "As am I, friend," Angel said, now glaring at the ground as well.




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Sasha

I groaned inwardly. I wasn't expecting her to appologize, and, believe it or not, I felt a little...guilty. Sure, I defended myself as well as all magicians, but she had shared a difficult time with me.

"No big deal," I smiled, slightly. "It's just there's so many people that judge me for what I do. I don't know, I just get really defensive." I pressed my lips together. I wasn't going to apologize. Even if I could sacfrice my pride.

"Listen do you want a drink or something. Just talk?" I asked, trying to make the situation disappear.

"Sure," Elena responded, just as happy about the change of subject.

"So, um, what do you do?" I asked. Elena blinked.

"Pardon?" she questioned.

"To make money," I laughed. "What else?"
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Elena's face reddened slightly behind her mask. "I fix things," she said. There was a touch of defiance in her voice. "It may not be respectable, sure, but like you said it's what I know how to do."

Sasha looked more than a little surprised. Surely someone who was as adamantly set against magicians would have a good job as an artist, right? "Oh, that's... nice. I suppose people need to get things fixed all the time."

"Yeah, they do. Most of the people in this city are brilliant in their fields but don't have the practical skills to turn a screwdriver." Elena tapped the tabletop "That's the only reason I came to this club in the first place, to be honest. They needed someone to work on the pipes."

Sasha watched her curiously. Elena frowned. "Go on, say it. I know what you're thinking."
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Sasha

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Yeah, I get it. Not as brilliant and colorful as magic," Elena replied. I rolled my eyes a little.

"Oh most definitely. Exactly what I was thinking," I answered sarcastically. "Elena, I'm actually impressed. I wish I could do something really useful like that."

"Useful?" She asked. I nodded.

"Magic is for entertainment's sake...well, and for a little boost when you buy potions and the like, but what I mean is your work is like the foundation of things."

Elena looked confused, her expression almost comical and I couldn't help but grin.

"We need your sort of work. Without it I would have clubs to work in. We need you to keep us running while magic is...well, not a necessity. That's why many magician's have to do other things to earn money. I have built a name for myself, as many of us do, so I'm okay, but you will never be out of work. People will always need you."

"Well, I guess so-" she replied, eyebrows raised.

I nodded. "I almost wish I could do something that useful. But, as I said before, magic is my life and I actually like performing. It's just...my job will always be wishy washy. Never something permant, like yours. You do something really useful...I don't."
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Elena was silent for a moment. "I've never heard someone from a different profession actually say anything positive about what I do. It's usually all superior glances and catty comments..." She still sounded confused. "I mean, it's not art."

Sasha shrugged. "I don't really get why we all have to be artists and preformers and magicians. It doesn't make much sense if you think about it."

There was another pause. "I think I underestimated you, Stella. You seem pretty level-headed." Elena smiled slightly. "Well, for a magician anyways."
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I don't know, but I need someone to interact with Keta to move on. (she has just been found by someone on the street, read the last post for more specifics...lol)
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*I think I'm gonna drop out, since Johanna hasn't been around*
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