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This story takes place on Ab Ovo, a new planet full of life and riches, containing all manner of fantastic fauna and flora. On this planet, a menace is tracked by a self-proclaimed justice, both of which are subject to the laws of the four governing factions of Ab Ovo - even though the two do not follow them like they should.

The White Demon is a being of immortal nature. He can die, but doing so will only cause him to take up residence in another. He chooses newborn youth, as his time during death requires recuperation. he has lived many centuries, possibly since the birth of life on the planet, and with every reincarnation, he grows more powerful.

The Black Angel is an organization of citizens that tracks and captures the White Demon. Their sole purpose is to contain him so that no more harm can befall their world. They believe him to be the cause of much drama and destruction in the world, and as much as he is the cause of major calamity, he is not the cause of all the world's misfortune.

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Ab Ovo. It has four factions, each of which has their own territories, their own people, their own trades, crops, and materials. After centuries of existence, the four territories still war over boundaries, people, and materials. Relations with each other, people or governing bodies, is still sour. Those with understanding are alone in this worldly struggle.

Humans from earth are a minority on Ab Ovo, and live anywhere their heart desires, but most reside in Welkin or Praxis. Have money will travel (from Earth and onward).

Praxis. The faction of science. Owning frigid territories in the southern hemisphere, they work with masses of machines and computers to get things done. They brought forth hovering transports, particle transmitters, and subspace travel - with the help of humans from Earth.

Welkin. The faction of wealth. Owning moderate territories opposite of detritus and Shangri-la, they rule their land with money and riches. A hierarchy of kings rule Welkin, from three kings at the pinnacle, to twenty kings at the lowest ring. There are only three rings of Welkin Government. All others who are not royal or wealthy are peasants and work tirelessly as slaves.

Detritus. The faction of wealth in nothing. The poorest faction, Detritus' wealth lies in its temperate forests and fields. It's scenery is as beautiful as its selfless people. The only thing preventing its domination by other factions is its strong borders, defended by strong, loyal citizens. Humans are not easily welcomed here.

Shangri-la. The faction of dreams. Its land is rough and dry, but its people are moist with imagination. The cold northern climates make life difficult, and the mid-moderate climates are dry with deserts. The mountain range separating Shangri-la from Detritus is the only form of refuge without desolation. The people are grateful however, as they are the most understanding of any faction and can find strength in numbers. Everyone is an ally in Shangri-la.

The White Demon. Zinku. White hair. Steel blue eyes. He has the power of a shapeshifter and much more. Zinku is possessed by the White Demon, and is chased all over Ab Ovo by Black Angel. His motives are unknown. The White Demon is a cause of major calamity in Ab Ovo, as he has lived for centuries, dying and taking on new bodies as he goes. With each reincarnation the White Demon grew stronger, absorbing the abilities of his previous hosts. Godlike in power, he seeks not to destroy the world, but make it more interesting. He is mostly passive in his actions.

Zinku is unlucky to have been chosen by the demon his late father had once succumbed to, and would go through death himself to be rid of the demon, if it were only that easy. His natural abilities were that of his father's: to create illusions in people. Having the demon inside him only allowed him to learn these abilities that much quicker, as well as obtain some ones he inherited from the demon. That aside, Zinku finds challenges in escaping the clutches of Black Angel, and is rather outgoing when he isn't worried about his life.

An organization of understanding citizens tracks Zinku in order to help him. Some journey with him, but others remain at home to collect data. Their mission is to free Zinku from the wrath of Black Angel by any means sans death.

The Black Angel. An organization of citizens from every faction whose mission is to capture Zinku, the White Demon. In order to prevent further chaos in the world, they hope to imprison the White Demon for the rest of his days. They hope that by imprisoning the White Demon, all disasters and mayhem caused by him will end, and the world will see the truth behind their struggles.

Black Angel is headed by a strong-minded spirit, whose drive and purpose never waivers. Black Angel commands a fleet of airships and bases all over Ab Ovo, and their research and communications is recorded in analog all over the world. By will or otherwise, all of Black Angel's agents are skilled in their trade and reconnoiter, track, and capture to the end.

One location procured by Black Angel is their final prison for the sole purpose of containing the White Demon for eternity, built to withstand any disaster.

The people of Ab Ovo aren't generally aware of the conflict between the White Demon and Black Angel. There are some people, however, that know of the conflict through word of mouth, if they didn't come into contact with the groups in person.

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Ryu teh Ryu
Name: Zinku Salzt
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Age: 28
Appearance: He has dark, tanned skin, which is usually a light tan, and he has a white uniform that he keeps in a knapsack when he's not wearing it (which is most of the time). He prefers to dress himself in loose cotton clothing, and in colder weather, he'll wear a poncho of stitched together pelts to keep warm. He's about six and a half heads high with steelblue eyes and a hunter's build. His hair is short and white, and stays fixed where it is combed. As per his trade, he carries a hunting knife and a crossbow. He also carries salt with him to cure meats, and on occasion other spices if he can afford them.
History: At birth, the presence of the White Demon was null inside Zinku, but the boy quickly understood his "purpose" as he grew. He left home at an early age, venturing far across the plains and forests of Detritus, visiting small towns and big cities alike to try and earn a living selling animals and pelts. Without a permanent place to stay, and no desire to return home, he would rest between towns and make few friends as he tried to stay under the radar.

The White Demon gained great pleasure in ruining Zinku's efforts to be normal. At will, he can possess Zinku's body and act on his own, just to put some zing in their everyday life. Zinku can access the demon's powers anytime he would like, normally using a shapeshifting ability to hide in plain sight. Zinku can also create illusions in people, thanks to his dad's gift to the demon, but he only uses the ability in dire situations. He has never exhausted himself using the demon's power, as he fears the demon could extinguish his weakened spirit if he is not careful enough.
Faction: Detritus
Additional Info: The White Demon can perform many magicks and has an arsenal of useful abilities which he can use at will, which are not limited to elemental manipulation, telekinesis, and summons. Zinku does not have access to these abilities, and can impede the White Demon's use of them by staying in control of his body.

Name: "Ishiin" Carter Eriksson
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 20
Appearance: Kill me when I stop learning.
History: His parents were both university instructors at Praxis' Golden Academy, and Ishiin had a free pass at education there, where the greatest minds had their ways with him, and he theirs. He became quite the educated little engineer, building machines that could sustain themselves, AIs that could compute intelligent thought and relay responses fitting biological beings. Ishiin left the academy when he had sustained his fill of learning, and prepared himself a means of exploration of the world. The one thing that an academy lacked was personal experience; in order to learn more than what a book could give him, he intended to experience through real life situations. He did not learn of the conflict outside of the factions between an organization called Black Angel and an individual referred to as the White Demon until he had inadvertently led the organization to find the individual. Since then, he has joined Black Angel's forces to learn what he could of the conflict, and has been free to roam Ab Ovo under their protective wings.
Faction: Praxis
Additional Info: Ishiin is very knowledgeable in the mechanical world. In fact, he built a mechanical AI unit for himself that moves similar to a feline and is about the height of a compact car. It has a self-sustaining power core and tracking equipment that far exceeds basic devices - it can track the frequencies of spiritual auras. Ishiin rides it to cover large distances faster, but will otherwise treat it as a companion most of the time. He is also cursed with a biomechanical right leg, the parts of which cover damage as far up as his waist. The collar on his neck functions as a transmitter, and the band on his wrist is a multi-functional device, good as a radio receiver, watch, and identification module.

Ayanami_Elena
Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Maye
Gender: Female
Race: Human ghost
Age: 20 at time of death.
Appearance: The Beauty of Death (In addition, Roxy has a large scar over her left breast.)
History: Rozanne left home at the age of 16, deciding to venture to the new world, Ab Ovo. However, Roxy was not aware of her future; a future first of poverty, then of "service work", and ending in a future of death.

Greg was the kind of man who thought of only himself; everyone else was just a source of money. Roxy was no exception, she was pretty and men would pay high dollar for someone with that pretty face. He found Roxy on the streets, hungry. He offered her a meal, which she agreed to immediately. After that, he made a deal: to give Roxy a job and protection.

After accepting the deal, Roxy met the other girls and learned how to separate her emotions from her actions. It took a while, but Roxy was lucky to get a good first client. Within a year, Roxy had learned the tricks of the trade and was enjoying the life of Welkin. The deal that Greg offered was a good gig. Roxy lived in a pleasant flat with the other girls. She was paid well and since Greg had high standards and a large desire for money, his girls were "escorts" and "companions" as opposed to "streetwalkers."

However, that changed when Greg ran into trouble. His greed got the best of him and he owned someone money. To cover his debt, he sold some of his "merchandise". Roxy got transferred and her new employer was not as nice as Greg. Under her new employer, Roxy had to walk the streets and found a knife in her chest after her first client.
Faction: Welkin
Additional Info: Roxy is a ghost; being so, she is naturally incorporeal and invisible. However, after a few years of training in the cemetery where she was buried, she has learned how to make herself known both to the inhabitants of Ab Ovo and the world's matter (i.e. she can been seen when she wants and affect some material objects).
One of Roxy's goals is to find a way to become human once again.

Name: Lulu "Eclipse" von Kliess
Gender: Female
Race: Human; Imbued by a Shadow Spirit
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing at 5' 6", Eclipse has a slender build and figure. Her eyes are white, the visual sign of her blindness. Her hair which reaches her shoulders when it is down, is also white. When Eclipse is in a shadow, her hair and eyes turn black. Eclipse's outfit consists of form-fitting pants and strap-shirt, complemented with a hooded cape and strapped bracers.

History: Lulu is the daughter of a powerful family from Welkin. However, in a Romeo/Juliet type tale, Lulu fell in love with a Detritian, despite the warnings from her family. After many arguments with her family, Lulu fled to the Detritus border. However, she was soon found by mercenaries hired by her family, who wished to destroy the blight on the family's good image. The Welkin warriors, cowardly stalking Lulu and her love at the break of dawn, attacked them in their sleep.

The Welkin warriors who decided it was best to let the traitor die slowly, left Lulu barely alive, but unconscious. When night was about to fall, a shadow spirit offered to save her and bless her with special powers in exchange for her loyalty and sight. Lulu agreed and she was restored, physically blind, but able to see through the shadow spirit. From that night forward, she was no longer Lulu, but a shadow of her former self, Eclipse.

Faction: Detritus
Additional Info: With a strong affinity toward shadows, Eclipse is able to meld into them, hiding completely. She is also able to teleport through them, to anywhere. While Eclipse is blind, she can see through Miro, the raven. Even with this weakness, Eclipse is a powerful warrior. Eclipse is also well versed in the use of herbs, whether for healing or to use as poisons. Eclipse's weapon of choice is a pair of Sai.

Eclipse has a companion named Miro (pronounced "mear-row" ); a raven and shadow spirit.

Art Shudium
Name: Ishmael Cross
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 36
Appearance: Ishmael has a dark tan complexion, stands at 6'10, and is very muscular. He has small, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a very stern face - although he is known to crack a smile here and there. His hair is shaven low and styled in a formal matter, though he lets two small bangs hang freely in front of his face. He often wears a black official's jacket and white gloves, as well as black slacks and boots, though dresses down occasionally.
History: Ishmael was born to a scientist father and mother, and to which he accounts his technological crafting prowess. He would always watch his father and mother come and go day and night in order to finish a project that developers like them were working on. As he grew older, Ishmael found himself also inventing things that peaked his interest, which happened to be any sort of explosives – marking the beginning of his pyrotechnic ability. However, his ability in inventions goes far beyond that, although he doesn’t share that information with many people.

He now works along BA in investigating the White Demon more than chasing after Zinku. He has two daughters, one 8 and the other 4 – and a wife to whom he’s been married for ten years. His home is in Praxis, where his wife works from home as an inventor and his daughters attend a small school
Faction: Praxis
Additional Info: He's afraid of flying and rodents, a fear dating back to his childhood. He also has a noticeable scar on his neck from a shrapnel accident with one of his bombs.

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Name: Dune (Doesn't know his last name, and doesn't want to.)
Gender: Male
Race: Miragi (Master of illusions)
Age: 19
Appearance: Has bright red hair, and piercing green eyes. He's about 6' 5" tall, and has a permanent scar across his left cheek.
History: Dune's parents left him abandoned at the door step of a woman known as "Mommy Rainbow" by schoolchildren. He grew up in the capitol city, always exploring and seeking. When he was ten years old, he noticed that his hands were glowing, and told 'Mommy'. She ushered him into the house, and told him he had a wonderful gift, one that was talked about only as a legend. When he had turned sixteen, after staying and doing training with 'Mommy' (This consisted mostly of him making mirages for her to see.), he decided to go explore the world, and has as of yet only explored most of Shangri-La.
Faction: Shangri-La
Additional Info: Has a deep hatred of liars, evil-doers, and those that cause pain.

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Name: Wallace Conall
Gender: Male
Race: Cù Sìth
Age: 23
Appearance: Harbinger of Death, Prankster
History: Wallace was once born in Welkin, but his human parents found him disturbing and unnatural. He was kept locked away because his parents didn't want word to get out that they had some sort of demon child. So, 9 years ago he escaped from his Welkin prison and traveled to Detritus. After arriving in Detritus he worked different odd jobs to earn some money in order to buy what few possessions he has. Wallace travels all of Detritus with a knapsack filled with numerous essentials, a tent, and a thin sleeping bag.
Because of his traveling and shy nature, he doesn't know a lot about current events or rumors. Due to this, he is unaware of the White Demon and the Black Angel and lives content blissfully unaware of his ignorance.
After being away from the bustling cities of Detritus for three months, he is making his way to Finntug to aquire provisions and a job for an undetermined time.
Faction: Detritus
Additional Info: A Cù Sìth is a person who is cursed; they can take the form of a dark green wolf with shaggy fur and glowing eyes. The Wolf hunts silently, but can let out barks that can be heard for long distances.

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Name: Nikala Skitali
Gender: Female
Race: Desert elvish hunter
Age: 21
Appearance: Nikala and Khal
History: Nikala grew up in the desert interior of Shangri-la in a nomadic hunting and trading group. All were trained in use of their tiger creatures and are experts at the bow and arrow. After learning hurting at long range, they learn spears. Nikala got Khal when she was born, as all of her people do, as tradition. Ever since, the two have been a mischevious pair always up to some evil prank.
When Nikala grew into her mid-teens, a few of the men in her tribe were sent off by the shaman-woman leader to find the White Demon. With no return of them for four years, the tribe concluded their death. With this, the tribe has grown this anger and hatred towards the White demon for killing their men. One of the men was Nikala’s father. Soon, when she was twenty, she left the tribe with Khal in search of the White Demon for revenge.
Faction: Shangri-La
Additional Info: Khal is a sort of tiger-squirrel mix that can stand up to ten feet tall at the shoulder. He is sentient, and can speak through brain waves, and can control such to target certain people, but can also make it so all in a group can hear. Although, he cannot pry into one’s thoughts.

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Zinku is traveling with Eclipse, East through Welkin territory. They have just escaped capture by governmental law in a village near the Detritus-Welkin border, on the land-bridge that connects the two factions (the bridge is Welkin territory). While visiting the village, the two were caught in a skirmish with archers (NPCs) that killed Eclipse's raven comrade and apparently wanted Eclipse and Zinku dead as well... but they each took a part in killing the archers to escape. Zinku was helped by the White Demon to kill his share of the archers, and is not content with his position. Eclipse is still unaware that the White Demon resides in Zinku, and the two of them only wish to distance themselves from the mess and continue on their way.

Roxy left Astral via a caravan of merchants (NPCs), and was intercepted by bandits (NPCs). Dune came to the aid of the wagon that was almost raided by said bandits as the rest of the caravan escaped. Ishmael was travelling toward Astral when he came across this scene, and stopped to investigate. As Roxy used her ghostly abilities to confuse Dune, Dune picked a fight with Ishmael to lure the White Demon, as he suspected it was the demon speaking to him. Dune used illusions to combat Ishmael, and cloaked himself with his illusions to make himself invisible. This confused Ishiin when he arrived on the scene with his mechanical AI Alexandria, who had come to intercept Ishmael and accompany him back to Astral. They were to work together to investigate the White Demon under order by Black Angel.

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02.18.11 - Updated "CURRENT" events post.
01.29.11 - Thread is created and the RP is open!

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Every whisper reveals a dark secret:
Her first and last love was untrue;
And behind the makeup are the scars of a breakup.
You can see it right through,
The ghost girl

The faction of Welkin was crowned by a large shining city. Both in the day and at night, the city seemed to shiny of gold and precious gems. Most visitors may have thought the city was blessed or holy. However, those who lived at the base of the city knew that the thing that the city was built on was not of holy nature, but was greed. And the shining buildings cast shadows and one of those shadows lands on the only cemetery the city has.

Roxy walked among the tombstones of the cemetery hidden from the city by it huge walls. She scooped down and picked up a pebble off the ground. Such a simple task, no. Well, to her, it was a great feat and showed the amount of progress she had acquired in the past two to three years. The sound of a twig snapping behind her caused her to turn around and lose concentration; thus, the pebble fell through her hands and the image of the girl faded from sight. However, the image of Roxy then reappeared as she recognized the image of the old groundskeeper, George.

"Evening, George. You are still mighty sneaky for an old man." Roxy said with a smile.

George, who lived on the cemetery grounds and whose vision was almost gone, smiled back. "Didn't mean to startle you, Roxy. I was just heading to the north gate. How are you this evening?"

"Good. I have been thinking about that story you told me. You know, the one about the White Demon. You said you had encountered him back when you are were a child. Do you think he has a new body by now?" Roxy asked while walking along side George.

"Hmm." George replied, his wrinkled eyes appearing closed while he nodded his head. "I would definitely believe so, Roxanne. He was a young adult and that was about 80 years ago. I would think he would have chosen a new body by now." George paused, pulling up a few weeds by a cracked tombstone. When he continued to move, he asked, "Do you mean to go look for him?" George asked with a laugh.

Roxy smiled. "Actually, that is exactly what I plan on doing, George." George stopped laughing, but Roxy continued. "I need to get out of this place and I think that the White Demon may have the knowledge I seek." Roxy, after listening to the tale of the White Demon and his ability to reside in people, thought that he may know how Roxy could possess a body, or better yet, acquire a new one of her own.

"Well, when were you gonna leave?" George asked. He was sadden by the thought of Roxy leaving. People did not come to the cemetery often and Roxy had been a great company during the last few years.

"I was thinking tonight. I have grown comfortable with my abilities and I don't think these walls can hold me any longer."

"Well, I guess this is good-bye then." George replied. They had arrived at the north gate which appeared to be molded wood on this side of the wall. George unlocked the door and opened it up, the bright light from the city flooded the graveyard.

"Good bye George. Thanks for everything." Roxy gave George a kiss on the cheek, which he felt not only the physical contact, but the icy chill touch of the undead. Roxanne quickly turned around and stepped over the graveyard's threshold and into the city.

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"What do you mean I can't sell my furs here?"

"Just as I said! you can't sell your furs here!"

When you travel and trade for a living, there are few certainties. There's a certainty with effort that if a man goes out to hunt, he'll know if he'll eat. There's another certainty that if a man brings furs to the market as the last spoils of his hunt that he might sell them. Zinku had never had such a hard time understanding why people were so prone to reject him his only income. "Please, tell me why-"

"You're not registered, you have no license, you have no trust! We can't buy your furs!"

Closing his gaping mouth, Zinku grimaced. He was face to face with a rock wall, and with no way to get around it, and no way to climb it, he had only to go under it. Sighing, he turned away, his furs still slung on the knapsack on his back. "Very well." He took a breath and looked away from the burlesque woman who denied him a trade. "I guess I'll just move on."

If things couldn't get worse, Zinku was currently walking down the streets of a small town just a few miles from the Welkin border, and he was desperate to sell his furs. He needed the money, and he had been collecting pelts for a few weeks, unable to find a market to sell them. Now he was out of luck, and needed a way to get paid fast, or he would have to resort to thievery... again.

"There's nothing wrong with thievery. You get anything you want for free, without penalty... as long as you can get away with it."

Getting away with it isn't as easy as you make it sound. I don't want to be noticed, even for just petty theft. It's no thanks to you. Holding the straps of his knapsack tight, he failed to protect the crossbow at his side, which was folded for easy transport. It was only slung around his waist, as he couldn't afford himself a belt with loops. All he felt was a tug at his side, and the weapon was loosed to the hands of small children, fleeing to a sidestreet he was just passing. "Hey!" He called out, as he sprinted after them. The pack on his back slowed him down, but he needed to catch up to them. He was a horrible hunter with just a knife. "Fire! FIRE!!"

There was no fire of course, but it was all he could think of as the thieves stretched the distance. "Is running all you ever do? They're getting away with your means of a meal, Zinku."

Don't get any ideas. I will get that bow back.

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Her first and last love was untrue;
And behind the makeup are the scars of a breakup.
You can see it right through,
The ghost girl

George closed the North Gate after Roxy stepped through. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the radiant light of Welkin's capital city, Astral. The sun was high in the sky, indicating it was roughly noon. As Roxy walked down the roads paved in metallic stones, she maintained her concentration and thus maintained her physical presence.

The streets were alive with merchants; people sold weapons, food, herbs, clothing, and hides. The merchants shouted to passerbyer, attempting to snag a sell from anyone. However, no one called out to Roxy; she, even with concentrating on maintaining her physical presence, was not substantial enough to catch their eyes. However, she her presence was felt by the people she passed, as the temperature around her was icy cold and effected those near her. Roxanne tried not to let the mutters of prayers and talks of the weather affect her mood. She continued walking down the road, while thinking of where she would go next.

'If I remember correctly,' Roxy thought, 'George said he was traveling from Detritus when he saw the White Demon. Guess that is as good of a place to start as any. Now; how should I travel.'

At this point, Roxy had made her way to the northern region of the large city. Here, the merchants sold services, such as lodging, cooked food, and methods of travel. This was the region Roxy was most familiar with, since it was here she sold her body to make ends meet. In the beginning, the work was not bad; her customers paid high dollar for pretty girls that were well kept. However, there were certain girls that didn't have it so well, and they had to float around the airship docks looking for anyone who would pay their price. And sometimes, the price the girls paid was a lot more than they anticipated. This is what Roxy realized after she was sold to another "business man."

Roxy shook the thought out of her head and faded into the realm of the spirits. She had grown tired of maintaining her facade of a physical shell. In the distance she heard two men talking about their travel plans.

"Aye. Just finished loading the last crate of wheat. Think we can leave for Detritus in about half an hour," said a large, stout man as he pulled a tarp over the back of a wooden cart.

"Good. Good." The man next to him, a smaller, younger gentleman whose clothing looked more expensive, nodded his head in approval. "Slightly behind schedule, but we shall make it up by using the shortcut I found."

Roxy decided that this would be a reasonable enough mode of transportation. She had heard of ghost being about to travel long distances with greater ease than the living, however, she had not learned that skill yet. All she knew is that she didn't grow tired or really have to sleep. And so, deciding to catch a lift on the wagon, Roxy floated up on top of the cargo and sat down, while the stout man hitched two large bird creatures to the front of the wagon.

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Ishmael sat quietly, staring out at the passing scenary as the caravan travelled down the trail. His bulking arm held his head up lazily as he slowly turned his attention to a stapled stack of papers in his lap. He picked it up, scanning over his handwriting.

"The White Demon..." Ishmael said softly, his voice still resinating in the empty carriage. He was on his way to Welkin, one of the few regions that had yet to see any real chaos. From what Ishmael had learned about the White Demon in his research, however, is that the more quiet a place is, the more likely it will become a target of the Demon's chaotic prowess. With a satisfied hum, Ishmael placed the stack on the seat beside him and returned his gaze out the window. He could hear the sound of the other carriages behind him, it was a small group making their way to Welkin. They'd split once inside the region and stake out the area the best they could. Ishmael was on his way into the actual city of Astral himself and he couldn't help but smile softly. His girls would love Welkin..

His mind wandered back home to Praxis, back to his girls. His wife was probably working on the latest technology to appear out of Praxis and his daughters were in school, so he assumed. He smiled at this thought, missing his daughters dearly. However, work was work - he was doing this for them... for his family.

Focusing back on his surroundings, the sound of the caravan around him had diminished - suggesting they had entered Welkin territory and were nearing the city. "Alright Demon. Let's see what more I can learn about you.." Ishmael said softly, resting his head on his fist once more.

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Eclipse had entered the small village on the outskirts of Welkin's border the night before. It was always quicker for her to travel at night, under the cover of darkness. However, she had to wait until morning to shop for the herbs she needed. The best herbs were in Detritus, but the best markets were, unfortunately in Welkin.

Now, in the high noon sun, Eclipse with a black raven on her shoulder, surveyed the piles and jars of various herbs and fruits. After what seemed like an eternity, the shop keeper asked impatiently: "Well, miss. Do you see anything you need."

Eclipse looked up, her white eyes looking blankly to the shop owner, who immediately realized that the girl was blind. Eclipse smirked, a bit from annoyance. "I will take these." As Eclipse spoke, her hands blurred across the piles, picking up various handfuls of bound herbs and fresh picked fruit. Her selections landed in front of the shopkeeper who quietly counted.

"One hundred and fifty gold, miss." The shopkeeper said quieter. Eclipse paid the amount and quickly scooped her purchase up and placed the items in her backpack. Meanwhile, Miro, the raven, turned his head and flew off of Eclipse's shoulder. He flew up over the vendors and Eclipse saw through his eyes. The view was warped, much like that of a fish-eye lens; the colors were also muted. However, the range of vision surpassed that of humans and Miro could focus in on small details from great distances. As Eclipse turned to walk away from the vendor, she heard some one shout "Fire." Immediately afterward she heard the stampede of four children. Miro focused his attention to the children, one of whom ran directly into Eclipse.

"Hey lady! Watch where you are going!" The young boy snapped at Eclipse. The rudeness of the young boy fanned the fire of annoyance already caused by the shopkeeper. In the flash of a second, Eclipse had grabbed the young boy by the hand, and pulled him up off the ground and moved her face closer to his.

"Listen, young man. You should learn to think before you speak." Miro landed on a street lamp, watching Eclipse, so now she saw herself and the boy interact. Behind her, one of the boy's friend held up a crossbow, fumbling as he loaded it. Eclipse dropped the boy she was holding, dropped to the ground and swoop-kicked the boy with the crossbow. As he fell back, he dropped the bow, which discharged and landed in a pile of fruit. Eclipse sprung to her feet and stood over the boy and picked up the crossbow. "You are much too young for this. You will shot your eye out, kid. And that would not be good."

Eclipse stood back up and brushed her cape off; the shop vendors and a crowd had developed around the young woman and the four children, who ran off as soon as they could.


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As Zinku followed behind the little thieves, he utilized the demon's spiritual senses to follow where his eyes could not see, and he eventually came up on the children, but they had been stopped by another person in the crowd. Zinku was obviously a bit late in catching up, and discarded the demon's senses when he did. Observing the situation, he soon realized that his crossbow was no longer with the children as they ran off, but in the hands of the woman before him. "Um, excuse me, but," Reaching out to the woman with one hand, he held his knapsack rope with the other. "That crossbow does belong to me." He intended to make it clear that he wasn't under assumptions, but that the object she held was indeed his property.

At that point in time, he was not entirely conscious of his outwardly appearance, but he had neglected to shave for some days past, and had grown an adequately shaggy beard. The area of his upper lip was not prone to growing hair very quickly, and so he did not have much of a mustache - but more to the point, he didn't look like a clean man. "I haven't had a very welcoming experience here..." Shrugging, he looked around at the crowd that had dissipated somewhat, thinking about his exposure. He didn't show it on his face, but he was slightly concerned.

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As Eclipse stood there, watching through Miro's eyes as the crowd dispersed, she thought, 'Great. Now I need to leave this village before someone decides that the authorities need to get involved. Last thing I need is a bunch of know-it-all's asking questions.'

At that moment, she heard a voice behind her; she turned towards the voice. Miro, displaying interest in the young man, flew and landed on Eclipse's shoulder. The young man reached out with his hand, stating that the crossbow was his.

"Ah. Well, one should do better to keep their weapons, especially if one can be disarmed by mere street hoodlums." Eclipse responded, her white eyes staring off above the young man's head, while she returned his crossbow. She cared not if it truly was his or not. She had no need for such a weapon; she preferred melee.

Miro turned his head around, looking behind Eclipse. He let out a caw as he relayed the image of two policed officers walking towards the two.

"Well, it appears that the authorities are on their way; if you excuse me." The words were spoken more softly, as if to herself. Then, Eclipse walked past the young man, casually, heading out of town.


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