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Name: Prince Kirin Ashtaroth ("Kirby" to his friends)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Kirin is about average height, and he has a trim, athletic figure. His hair is reddish-brown, and it falls sloppily across his forehead. His eyes are cinnamon brown, and he has a few freckles on his nose. He doesn't like to draw attention to himself, so he usually wears nondescript pants, riding boots, and his favorite leather coat. He usually wears a bored expression, and he's very hard to read.
Skills: Kirby inherited Metal from his father, the king, and Wind from his late mother. Although the king tried to train him to use his magic, Kirby preferred to teach himself, and he spent hours messing around in empty rooms in the palace. He's learned to manipulate his Metal sorcery to mold metal objects to his liking with a wave of his hand. He's skilled with Wind as well, but he hasn't found a practical application for it yet, so Metal remains his greatest strength. He forged his own sword, which he practices constantly with, and he can always find new ways to experiment with his sorcery.
Personality: Kirby is, in essence, a rebellious teenager. He hates the idea of having his life mapped out for him, and he makes sure the world knows it. He can't stand politics, or the thought of running a kingdom, and most other things around the palace bore him half to death. He befriended some of the nobles his age, but they're mostly for company. He keeps it hidden from the king (as he tends to do with everyone) but he's actually very smart. He has a head for math, and his sorcery inventions rarely ever go wrong. His reckless experimenting will sometimes get him into trouble, but because he's the prince, he can usually talk his way out of it. He'll often sneak out of the palace for hours, or even days, at a time, without telling anyone where he's going.
History: Kirin has very few memories of his mother, as she died shortly after his sister, Garnet, was born, but the memories he does have are very happy. This, along with their clashing personalities, is what drove him and his father apart. Although he's not always aware of it, he's crafted a mental image of his mother that he strives to emulate. He refused to let himself be spoiled by his lavish lifestyle, and he taught himself the values of hard work and perseverance at a young age. He has never gotten along with many of the other royals, which has made him feel very out of place for most of his life. He often jokes that he was swapped at birth with the real prince. He discovered his magic at age seven, and has been teaching himself to use it ever since. When he was fifteen, his father began trying to involve him in the affairs of the kingdom. Such things bored Kirin, but once it began to cut into his experimenting and running-away time, he began to truly hate it.
Up for love: Yes, straight.
Other: Kirby, in addition to playing with metal, enjoys studying birds. He made his own spyglass and watches them from his bedroom window whenever he can't get out of the palace.
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I guess I'll start then? This isn't an amazing starting post, and it doesn't bring anybody else in, but I figured it's a scene that would best describe Ellis.

Ellis

Ellis sighed and twirled a string of wind through his fingers out of boredom as servants swarmed around him, measuring him for a new suit. "Ouch! Watch what you're doing, mate," he said when one of them picked him with a needle.

"Oh, excuse me, prince," replied the maiden shyly.

Ellis smiled at this reply, "Prince? Yes, it does fit me doesn't it? Prince Ellis." Ellis fantasized, but then he focused on the sweet girl in front of him. "Unfortunately, I don't get that title. You must have me confused with my cousin. But I see you're new. What's your name, love?" The cute brunette answered that her name was Liza. "Well, Liza," Ellis continued, "You may call me prince any time you like, for to you I may as well be prince charming." Ellis flashed his famous smile at her.

"Mr. Ellis, please stand still. I make the best suits in the kingdom, but it won't fit right if my patient is a-"

Ellis raised his eyebrows at the tailer, warning him that he could get in trouble if he insulted him.

"Yes, well," the tailer started again, choosing his words carefully, "The less you move, the less my seamstresses will stick you."

"You can stick me any time you want," Ellis whispered to Liza. She smiled while her boss glared.
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Theo

Theo walked down the street of the city that sorounded the castle. He didn't want to be there; the place gave him a bad feeling. But he had word of a gang or something needing fixing of one of their machines. Jobs were tight at the moment so he had to make his way here. Since there was a lack of tech-savvy people that were willing to do anything for a gang, he doubted it would be already fixed.

As he walked down the street he bumped into someone. Both he and the stranger fell to the ground. Theo paniced a bit, looking to see if the stranger was hurt. It's happened more than once. When he looked he saw he bumped into a girl. She had long black hair, but he couldn't determine the color of her skin. There was too much dirt. She must be used to the streets. She seemed fine, just a little daze.

He immedietly didn't trust her. His hands flew to his second pocket, the one above his heart. He felt it and the comforting bump against the cloth was gone. He looked around, feeling the ground desperatly for it. He found it next to the girls hand and snatched it away and put it back in his pocket before she could notice.

"Watch were you're going!" She said, rubbing her forehead.

The girl in front of him recovered. The hand that Theo had snatched the locket back from clenched as the girl realized she had lost her finding. She glared at him. His anger rose for a moment but he calmed down before it registered on his face and before he could kill anyone. His dampener had been in the green that morning, so he wouldn't be found out.

He looked her over again. Perhaps she was part of a gang. Since he had seen no one else that fit gang description, she might be part of the gang in this town that was going to pay him to fix thier machine. There were a few more moments of akward silence until he broke it.

"So," Theo said, his tone even and his posture to match "Are you part the gang I'm supposed to talk to or not?"
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I suppose i could continue with my character. If that's alright. This part doesn't have any other of the characters but mentions and talks about them so I figured that it would be a good way to introduce some of them.

Erina

Erina pulled her bow back and aimed carefully. She never particularly liked using the bow but nonetheless, it was perfect for tonight. Three targets, and six guards surrounding them. Erina silently cursed that Anaki Shadowflame for tipping off the targets; why the Masked Resistance sent a sorceress to do an assassin's job, Erina will never understand. Her goal tonight was to take out the targets; no one else has to die. Erina released the arrow and within seconds the first of the three dropped. One, two, three. Three seconds was how long it would take for the second target to react. By then, Erina had the second arrow aimed. She released it and the second target dropped. One, two, three and third was down.

Erina was successful and now it was time to leave before the guards could find out who killed the generals. Erina sprinted across the high rooftop and jumped to the next. The best part about the rich district; you can run on top of the buildings without the possibility of them caving in. Nothing like when she visits the old man...

Erina could hear the guards yelling behind her and realized that it was time for her to disappear. If she got caught, Mercury would have a fit. Erina shuddered at what he would do if she failed at such a critical mission. This was the first big mission Erina had had since joining the Masked Resistance. Everything else had been just petty theft and idle threats to our enemies. Now things were getting interesting. Erina actually hates killing but the fact that she was trusted with such a critical mission was validation that she was gaining trust. After running away from home, it was nice to feel like she belonged. Even though the Masked Resistance was great and all, but she still missed Prince Kirby so very much. No, she told herself. She said when she left that it was time to move on and she meant it. No matter how much she cared for him...

Erina arrived at the entrance to the Resistance hideout. She checked to see if any guards followed her but she knew that there was no chance that they could have found her. She sighed and entered the hideout. At least she could say the mission was a success and maybe she will get better at her fire sorcery, and maybe she will tell Mercury about her dark sorcery abilities, and maybe Prince Kirby will join the resistance today. A girl can dream.

I am sorry if this is to long. If needed, I can edit or change some of it.
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Kirby

The only reason Kirby snuck out of his room that night was for a little owl watching. He wasn't actually expecting to see anything; he just needed a little fresh air.

Hence his surprise when he found three dead generals in the courtyard.

Well, he thought. My night just got a lot more interesting. This deserves some investigating.

Kirby tucked his spyglass inside his coat and walked in a circle around the generals. All three of them had been killed the same way--arrows, one each, direct hits to the heart. Kirby crouched next to one of them. He was still bleeding--he couldn't have been lying there any more than five minutes. Kirby tapped a fist against his thigh, scowling. He'd missed the killer by five minutes.

Kirby stood up and planted his feet just in front of the fallen general. "No blood smears," he muttered to the body. "So you just fell right down. And since the arrow is pointing this way..." Kirby lifted his arm and drew an imaginary line up from the ground. "...The killer would have been standing somewhere over there."

Kirby stepped away from the body and peered closely at the other side of the courtyard. There were three places along his line that the killer could have been standing at--the ground, a second-floor window, or the roof. The ground would be unlikely, Kirby thought. But the balcony doesn't seem any less reasonable than the roof...

Kirby thought for a moment, looked at one of the other generals, and then snapped his fingers. "You!" he said. "I can use you to triangulate the position!" Kirby ran over and repeated the process with a second general. "There," he muttered, pointing carefully. "You were standing on the roof." Kirby walked a few steps, and then broke into a jog, heading toward the stairs. Huh, he thought. This is way better than bird watching.
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Katkage, I wrote this post before seeing yours and I don't want it to go to waste so we'll just say this happened before she ran into your charrie, kay? :D

Tara

Tara stood in the shadows. They weren't dark enough to hide her completely and anyone looking could see her there, but no one was and in the busy movement of market day no one noticed a girl who was standing completely and perfectly still, her green eyes cunningly studied everything that went on as she waited for the perfect time to move. When a large man with a billowing cloak walked past her she saw her chance and took it. Without desturbing the flow of movement, she stepped behind the man and walked in the wake of his cloak. After a few steps, she scooped an item out of the pocket, placed it in her own and ducked behind a cart as it rolled by. A large gust of wind knocked off the hat from the man in front of her and as it rolled past her, she grabbed it, placed it on her head, and turned to go down the next ally without blinking or skipping a beat in her step.

At the end of the ally, Tara side-stepped underneath an umbrella and waited again. This time a middle-aged gentleman with glasses caught her eye. The way he was nervously eyeing everyone and they way his left hand was always either hovered over or grasping his right pocket told Tara that their was something valuble in it. She lifted the corner of her mouth slightly, smiling to herself, then put a worried, lost look on her face and rushed up to the gentleman and said, "Excuse me sir." The man jumped slightly but easily relaxed. "I was wondering if you could tell me where the Goose and Gander Inn is," Tara continued, "I was suppose to meet my aunt and uncle there, but it seems I've lost my way in this crowd."

"Of course, miss. Follow this road till you hit the book stand, then take two rights and then a left just before going under the bridge. It'll be on your right."

Tara took the man's hand in a greatful way, said thank you, and then pulled herself past him on the right and down the road in the way he suggested. What he didn't know is that her free hand slipped in and out of the man's pocket as she went by.

She turned right at the end of the street like the man suggested so as he wouldn't get suspicious, incase he was watching her, but then ducked into an ally when out of eyesight. "Stupid man," she mumbled to herself, "doesn't know the REAL way to the Inn, I would've missed my appointment if I had gone the fools way. I pitty any person who really needs direction from him."

Suddenly Tara bumped into someone in front of her...
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Mercury | Resistance Hideout

I sit in my office at the Resistance Hideout, like you could call it an office at all. A small leather chair and a wooden table that sat in the corner of the common room. It's early in the morning, but still rebels young and old mill through the halls and dorms of the hideout. A rebel moves in front of my table, he's a shorter young man; probably not even 17, black hair, cold eyes.

"Mercury," He says politely.

"Yes?"

"It seems we lost a rebel in a skirmish with the Crown Royal Guards near the Castle Hideout..." He says meekly, twirling his thumbs.

I take a moment, breathing deeply. The loss of another rebel would definitely take a toll on the Resistance, particularly on moral.

"Well, see if you can't find anyone to take his place, certainly not Morgan though, He's too old and well known to take a place at the Castle Hideout." The boy simply nods,

"Where is the Metal Master by the way?" he says,

"I believe he's home resting, we've been working him too hard. I heard someone say we should get him some action, instead of having him do his day job at night. Don't you think so?" I explain, the boy nods.

"Is there anything else you need sir?" He asks, I think for a moment.

"If you fetch me a coffee, I will give you a dollar. I didn't sleep at all last night." I see a hint of a smile on his face.

"I've not heard of anyone ever seeing you sleep sir, they say you're always awake and observing..." He says, chuckling.

I chuckle for a moment, remembering the crippling nightmares that haunt the every instance of sleep I manage to get; I simply say,

"I don't sleep if I can manage it, now, please, a coffee." He smiles, and walks away.
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Erina

Erina had changed out of her assassin gear and walked along the paved road that lead into the rich district. She was tired from her late night but her mission was not over. The last step was to conform that Erina hit the right target. The last thing she would want to do is go to Mercury and tell him success when she had killed the wrong person.

Erina walked past the very building she had sat on top of the night before and turned the corner to see a huge crowd of people. Erina pushed her way threw and cracked a small smile. Three generals lay dead on the ground.

One of the guards that surrounded the bodies spoke up, "this is obviously the work of some vigilantly. This murderer obviously killed for the money the men had and nothing else."

"But," one of the commoners spoke up, "was there not an attempt on these men's lives recently? How would a vigilantly get threw the guards?"

The guard went white, "that is classified, now everyone back to your own business." The people began to disperse.

"How sad for the generals, isn't it Erina?" Kirby.
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Alem

The morning sun glared down at him as he walked through the semi busy streets. He pulled his hood down and pushed up his sleeves, though it was of little use since his arm was bandaged up anyways.
Each time he would enter a crowd, his cover his arms with bandages just in case some unsuspecting lunatic would try to attack him and drop dead. That’s the last thing he’d need.
It had taken him a long time to come to a decision but now he wanted to know the reason behind his existence. On his journey he had come across of few others like him and a few sorcerers who were nice enough to not threaten to kill him just because of who he was. All of those people seemed to hint that the king had his hands behind the creation of his kind.
Alem was not stupid enough to just go charging into the castle, demanding answers. He was impulsive not suicidal and he wouldn’t ask other to join him because he didn’t want them to get hurt on his account, plus he didn’t have many comrades to speak of.
He had eventually come to the conclusion that the king probably wanted something from them, but not enough to peruse them. So if he were to enter the caste and speak to the king in a civil manner he should be fine.
But in the event that his theory would be wrong, he trained himself for the past five years to improve his strength, to at least insure his escape. Though he may have been very strong there was no way he’d be able to take on an entire army of sorcerers at the same time.
He walked quickly in the direction of the castle carefully avoiding the busy bodies in the street out of sheer force of habit.
As he reached the castle steps, he let down his sleeves and pulled up his hood, concealing the smirk that had formed on his lips.
He also took a mental note to find an old acquaintance, only acquaintance , and let him know about what he has been doing.
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Morgan Darkrai | His cottage

Daylight was kind for those who had no scars to hide, but I had more to hide than anyone ever had. I crawled out of bed and gave myself a stretch, hearing my bones crack from sleeping like I was one of the dead. Nemesis was already awake, being shrunk down to the size of a falcon and watching me go about waking myself up. I had work to do so my little family - young Abnormals that I've adopted through the years - could be fed and nurtured. I had no reason to remarry, not when Abnormals were constantly pegged as freaks or monsters. For all I cared, having Abnormals around gave me the closest thing I can to being a father. As I put on my work clothes, I looked at Nemesis. "Good morning, my aquatic drake."
Nemesis smiled at me. Good morning, Master. I see you slept well last night. I suppose duty didn't call last night.
I nodded. "Duty rarely calls for me these days. I'm getting too old for this snap. When duty calls, it's always the same damn thing. They ask me to make metallic masks and weapons instead of having me do any better action. Weaponry is my day job, so I should be fighting guards to keep them off the Resistance. That's what I should be doing when duty calls instead of making weapons all night."
Nemesis perched on my shoulder. Worry not, Master. I'm sure the Resistance would give you the action you deserve. For now, steel and other metals can't forge themselves.
I chuckled. Nemesis always knew I couldn't stay away from the forge for long. Once I was fully dressed, I went to the kitchen where I was ambushed by Deliah and her adoptive siblings. I wrestled with them for a while, then had some breakfast - which was mostly of berries and sausages, considering that we had little money saved for anything else but sausages these days. I hugged Deliah and told her to mind the cottage with the other until I got back. Afterwards, I went to the forge and went to work.
Most of the work I did was swords, daggers, and swtchblades. The latter was my signature weapon, considering my prized weapon was the first switchblade I made in my life. I made sure that the metal was still hot to use my prized switchplade - which I named Merlin Maximus, after my father and my ancestor who founded the Darkrai line- to carefully score the work before it was time to cool the metal itself. I was rather proud of my work. While I kept on with my work, I remained unnoticed by most passersby as I proceeded in silence.
Nemesis made me jolt a bit when she spoke to me. Master, the King is here. I advise you take caution. She startled me from my work, which was common since I went on with the family business in weapon-making. As one of the Resistance, I had to be careful with what I do at night. As long as I wasn't suspected of being of the Resistance, I was safe and still under the same roof as Deliah and the other Abnormals I adopted.
I sighed. Yes, mother. I took the sweat off my brows with my Water sorcery and placed the sweat in a pot. Turning around after finishing a dagger, I found myself facing the King himself. "My my my. Fancy seeing the King of Aradia at my forge. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you outside the castle, Your Majesty?"
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Jormungandr Ashtaroth

Green-white flames floated in the silvery water, running down in a straight line to the door, where four robed figures stood. They bowed respectfully at the entrance, then made their way cautiously forward. The cold, ozone-smelling fire was particularly bright this morning, which meant His Majesty Jormungandr, Supreme Lord of Aradia, was feeling a stronger-than-usual emotion.

This usually didn't bode well for his subjects.

The King was lounging on his throne, leg draped causally over the armrest, spinning his hat around his index finger. He didn't even glance at his elite advisers as they approached. His posture was practically screaming I-don't-give-a-damn-about-you-so-move-it. Then again, that was how he usually sat on his throne, which wasn't all that often, considering his rank.

The ministers bowed again on one knee, just before the first of the six steps that led to the throne, which was on a slightly raised dais.

"My lord," the eldest, a white-haired crow-like man was the first to break the silence.

Jormungandr ignored him, and moved his eyes down to one of the youngest, a bearded, raven-eyed man.

"Torren," he acknowledged. "Excellent work directing the Royal Guard in the skirmish over at metalworker's lane." The King's voice echoed around the incredibly silent room, the noise loosing itself in the vaulted arches of the roof.

"Thank you, my lord," Torren said, bowing lower.

"How's your wife?"

Torren looked up, surprised. He recovered quickly, though. "Oh, the baby's due next month." His face lit up at the mention.

"Congratulations. Take that month off. You've certainly earned it."

The flushed minister bowed lower. "Thank you, my lord," he repeated.

Jormungandr moved his gaze towards the next minister, a middle-aged woman, who could have still been quite attractive save for a horrible disfigurement that deformed the left half of her face.

"Vanessa, excellent job deciphering those dark spell-scrolls. Have them brought directly to my chambers. You're in for a pay raise."

"Thank you, my lord," the woman replied.

Jormungandr turned to the next minister, a rather normal-looking man with mousy chestnut hair.

"Will, take the next three days off," said the King. And that was it. Nobody knew precisely what it was Will did. He would show up at all the meetings for the King's councilors and advisers and be rewarded. Sometimes he and the King would have a quiet conversation in a shadowy corner.

"My lord," said Will, quietly.

Then the fourth and last. The King held the old man's gaze for a few seconds longer than the average comfort zone, stone-faced. The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop a notch or five.

"Mirav," said the King. "You've dissapointed me. Not only you've completely failed to stop the rebel attack last week, but I've also heard three of my generals were killed by an unknown assassin. You were head of operations and security. You have failed me. I'm sorry, but I must make an example of you. I don't want my people to think I've grown lax, now do I?"

The old man blanched suddenly. His eyes widened, and perspiration beaded his forehead. He tried to say something, but it came out as a rattling croak. He tried to extend his hands, but they were shaking. Veins showed in the chalky, paper-thin skin.

He coughed, and his lips were stained red with blood. The man coughed again, a hacking rack that threw up even more blood. He tried to stand, then with a horrible fleshy ripping sound, a red spike of congealed blood tore through his abdomen. Mirav splashed down into his own blood.

Silence ruled once more.

King Jormungandr looked up, as if surprised that he had company.

"You are dismissed," he said, waving an arm casually. "Go, now."

The ministers stood and left the room as quickly as possible.

"Garnet," said the King. From the deep shadows behind the throne, the King's daughter emerged, looking bored. "Go track that assassin. Take your brother with you, I understand he knows something more about the criminal in question."

Garnet took one look at her father's face and half-bowed.

"Yes, father."

Once his daughter had gone, Jormungandr stood and walked briskly to the window. He looked down at his sprawling, metallic dominion and smiled widely. Oh what a glorious land he had created.

Some time later, the King shook himself. Time for a stroll. And he knew just the man to go to.

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"My my my. Fancy seeing the King of Aradia at my forge. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you outside the castle, Your Majesty?"

"Morgan," I greeted. "I was curious. I've heard you're a fairly good smith."

Morgan said nothing.

"I was hoping you could create this for me," Jake continued. He handed the stunned metalworker a rolled up parchment. "I understand your family trade is weapons, but this is quite similar. I'm paying you a million gold pieces in advance. The following two million after the job is completed. Four if you do it well."

Three of Jake's personal guard, shady-looking individuals wearing long dark green trench coats, gloves, and gas masks made their way forward. Green flames burned instead of hair, and a hellish light was reflected inside the red glass of the masks's eye-pieces.

They deposited a chest and one kicked it open. Glittering coins spilled out.

Without sparing a second glance, the King turned on his heels and walked away. He had rebels to deal with.
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Garnet

When arriving on the scene I looked at the three dead generals, father was not liking this one bit. That showed though with how he was acting today, which was a no duh in terms of his generals being killed. Examine the arrows in there bodies I had quickly found where the arrows had come from, the roof. I had made my way up to the roof as I looked down on the generals that lie dead before me, it was clear that this had to be the place. I adjusted my placement slightly and stood where it could believably be where the assassin stood when he or she killed the generals, the gate is always up during the night so it's easy to say that it could have been anyone in the castle during the night.

I had reasons to believe people could have snuck in the castle during the day and stay until night fall and kill the generals, but there wasn't much places to hide in the castle as big of a place this was. I had reason to suspect that it was my brothers friend Erina, considering that shes been acting awfully suspicious as of late. But I had no evidence to hold her on right now. So I couldn't imprison her until so. I needed something to hold her on, a set of clothes maybe or a quiver of bow and arrows the assassin used to kill the generals. I thought to myself trying to think where the assassin could of hid during the day, I walked back down the stairs and found myself in my fathers throne room.

I sat down at the foot of his throne cross legged as I began to meditate, I closed my eyes as I breathed slowly as I felt the bright green flames in the throne room rise into the air as I inhaled, descend as I exhaled. I meditated as peacefully before I heard the front door open, I open one eye and looked but soon closed as I saw my brother who we didn't get along very well because of how different we were. I tried not starting a conversation, but he had to open his mouth.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm meditating, unlike you who goes bird watching and sneaks out of the castle against our father's wishes. Didn't you see the murder's from last night? Three of father's generals lie dead in our own yard." I said.
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Gwendolyn Ekaterina | Her Cottage to Morgan's
I was trimming my trees to make harvesting the apples later easier when my trimmers broke. I softly cursed and got down from the tree. I still had 3 more to go! Now I'll have to see some metalworker. If only these trees would listen like my dad's, things would be easier. But no-oh, city trees had to be different, strut there stuff. They even talked fancy-like. Impossible to reason with. "Y'all better not get back ta' growin 'fore I get back. Only hurt ya' more when I have to trim ya again." Their sighs made it clear to me that they were going to listen. For once.

I'd heard of a metalworker from the Resistance by the name of Morgan Darkrai who might give me a fair price. I didn't have much to pay with, but I'd figure it out. Apple season was coming, and that meant so was pay-day. Maybe I should get that knife fixed. And my scissors too, while I was at it. I gathered my stuff and hitched a ride into the city. After some directions from a man who seemed like his brains weren't all there, and happened to be moaning about a stolen possession, I finally made it to the cottage. I knocked on the door and waited.




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Tara

"So," the boy said, "Are you part the gang I'm supposed to talk to or not?"

Still upset at loosing her prize, Tara snapped back him, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a nomad, I don't have a home or a gang."

"Oh..." The boy looked disappointing and a little lost.

Tara sighed, "But I suppose I could take you to the tavern where all of the gangs normally hang out, you'll probably find your person there. I'm heading that way anways."

"Thanks, I-"

"Try to keep up," Tara interrupted and then turned on her heal and started off without even seeing if the boy was following. What was he doing in this part of town? He clearly didn't belong here or even feel comfortable here.

When they arrived, Tara was surprised to see that he had actually kept up quite well and was only a few steps behind her. The corner of her mouth lifted, "not bad." Tara pushed open the door to the Goose and Gander Inn. The smell of beer, burnt food over the fire, and dirty men filled Tara's nostrils, but this was the smell that she had grown up on and it didn't bother her.

She walked up to the bar tender. Unlike the usual, Loik was a fairly clean, well dressed man, his only mishap was his slight limp caused by a bad leg. When he saw Tara a huge smile appeared on his face, Loik was famous for his large smiles and loud laughs. "Hey! Do my eyes deceive me or do I have the pleasure of serving the one and only Nitefox? Come in girl and have a drink. It's been a long time!" Tara sat down and took the mug that Loik offered her. She had almost forgotten about the boy until she saw Loik's questioning glance focas behind her.

"Oh, Loik, you wouldn't happen to know who called for a mechanic, would you? My friend, um..."

"Theo."

"Yes, Theo seems to have an order from someone," Tara asked.

"Yes, of course! That was me! It's this darn drink suspender. It's a new thing-a-majig that I got, something all techy, but it went haywire on me and I don't know what to do." Loik turned to Theo, "So you're the lad. Well get on it then! I don't have all day and when customers want their rum they want their rum!"

Tara laughed and Theo hopped the counter and pulled out a wrench.

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Sorry it's a crappy post, but, again, I'm busy. It's probably gonna be like that for the whole time :/
P.S. This Loik guy is just a random irrelevant character, so use him or not as you wish ;)
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~The girl snapped at him "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a nomad, I don't have a home or a gang."

"Oh. . ." Theo sighed. It was stupid of him to think he'd just run into the client out in the street. He didn't know how to deal with a place like this. He never really liked crowds. He prefered quiet and peace.

The girl sighed, "But I suppose I could take you to the tavern where all of the gangs normally hang out, you'll probably find your person there. I'm heading that way anways."

He was startled by this, not expecting any kind of help. "Thanks, I. . ."

"Try to keep up," She said right before she turned and bolted. She's fast. Theo leapt up and followed her, weaving through the crowds as she did. She was alot better at it, but Theo could keep pace.

His thoughts wandered as his body absentmindedly followed the girl. Obviously she's used to dissapearing in crowds. She's definetly a thief. With a temper. Could she be leading me into a trap? Theo shook his head. Nah, she seems like the kinda person who would steal me blind in front of my face, not the kind that would lead me to dark alleys and have a friend beat the crap out of me.

When they got there, she turned around and seems surprised he was still there. He was a little surprised too, but didn't show it.

She half smiled "Not bad."

Theo wasn't paying much attention to what she said cause when she opened the door the smeel hit him like a wall. He was used to smells, but not the smelll of a bar.

When they entered the girl went right to the bartender. He walked on a limp and seemed like the kind of guy who smiled alot and laughed loud. Theo smiled on the inside. He automatically liked this man. His sister laughed alot.

"Hey! Do my eyes deceive me or do I have the pleasure of serving the one and only Nitefox?" He said to her. Nitefox? So that's her name "Come in girl and have a drink. It's been a long time!"

She sat down and took the mug. It took her a few moments to remember Theo was there. "Oh, Loik, you wouldn't happen to know who called for a mechanic, would you? My friend, um..."

"Theo" he supplied

"Yes, Theo seems to have an order from someone," She said

Yes, of course! That was me! It's this darn drink suspender. It's a new thing-a-majig that I got, something all techy, but it went haywire on me and I don't know what to do."

As he was talking Theo looked over the counter to the device. Model 10, version 2.5. It didn't seem broken, it was probably just jammed up somewhere. Easy.

Loik turned to Theo and he looked up. "So you're the lad. Well get on it then! I don't have all day and when customers want their rum they want their rum!"

Nitefox laughed as Theo put one hand on the counter and jumped over, taking out his wrench.

While Loik and Nitefox started catching up, Theo escaped into another world as he started doing the work he loved the most.~
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