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The band slows down into a nice lovers’ pace. Ogaki offers Gena his hand to dance. As they glide over to the dance floor he lays out their options. He can only see two, but Gena had the ability to find angles in complex issues that he envied. “We can either investigate the Savannah lead or go...

The seamstress eyes Ogaki. “My sir you are something…” her voice trails off. He smiles politely and says “Silver and White.” Half of an hour later he stands waiting for Gena. A young lady walks toward Ogaki. She tries to be seductive in her walk, but it doesn’t faze him. His cell chimes saving...

Ogaki leads Gena towards the backend of the train. He allowed his anticipation to pull his mouth into a smile. The railcar door opened to the shrill of a trumpet and accompanied by a drums and brass. The room was decorated in black and gold. A sign reading “A little party never killed nobody.”...

Her voice takes on a gruff mocking tone. “It's better to be early than late.” She resumes in her normal tones. “That what all my instructors tell me.” She makes a point to look Amiko up and down. “Those clothes cannot help much in the coming trials.” She waves at her own gi. “I have an extra gi...

The man next to Gena is dark. Like many portraits of Native American warriors he seems to be carved from some dark wood; each of his features are over stated, but as a whole he radiates a solidness that most lack. One may even think that he is a statue if not his gentle breathing and fluttering...

Audrey- Ashbor Audrey watches the Void Born escorting a figure through the gates. She sketches the newcomers onto her page. The wind picks up and she places a hand on the page her middle finger touches a building. She feels the pull of her curiosity. Audrey slides down the wall and walks...

200 years ago, Warlord Vlad defeated the Court of the Byzantine Princes. During the victory feast he slayed the Ancient Ones and consumed their power. The Warlord’s host numbering hundreds of old vampires who swore fealty to Vlad, new vampires turned for the purest purpose of war, and allies of...

Audrey- Ashbor Audrey notices the group approaching. She sets down her curiosity of the strange mark on her map and slides off the wall. She spots the nearest student. "Find Master Rilker; we have company." Audrey approaches another student and relays the message. Audrey returns to her spot...

She watches Amiko from the corner of her eye. Taunt bands of anxiety wrap around her chest. Alianna cannot help but marvel at Amiko’s beauty and grace. The sea glass delicacy of Amiko’s bearing clashed with Alianna’s expectations for her savior. There was no doubt that Amiko was the girl that...

Audrey- Ashbor Audrey finishes her scetch of the ruin and marvels at its beauty. The likeness was spot on, but something wasn't right. On the southern edge of the ruin, there was a mark she couldn't remember making. Unease coils around her stomach and beads of sweat appear on her forehead. If...

Audrey- Ashbor Audrey drifts away from the group and looks for a lookout. She follows a lane towards a hill. The hilltop is crowned by a stone well. She pulls herself up and sits on the rim. The view from the well is amazing. She pulls out her scetch pad and draws the out line of the ruin.

Alianna steps within the threshold. The simplicity of the house brings a calm over her. This was no normal manor. Where other families used opulence to overwhelm their guests, the Windflurrys manor felt close to a home. Before sitting Alianna circles the room marking weaknesses to line of sight...

Mal waits until after he finishes his salad before answering. He could still hear Mark Baker's scream after they returned from the Underworld. "Yea Pops made contact." Mal enjoys watching her expressions playout. He regrets the lie that he has to tell. "And he wants you to help me."

Mal sips tea as Daphne talks. When she blushes, he realizes how not subtle his gaze was and shifts his focus to a war trophy behind her. When she asks how he found out about good old pops he is wretched back to the train ride two weeks ago. The arrogant, bullheaded, racist, piece of dog crap...

Alianna leans against the back wall as the rest of the class talks around the refreshment table. Their banter echoes through the large chamber and Alianna hears her name. She looks over to see a plump administrator approach her. He was sweating and the buttons of his uniform torn small rents in...