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Zeke could tell he was in for the long haul now. However, It's a good sign she was accepting him. He must of gotten on the right foot with her. Zeke shook his head, This is no time for that kind of thinking!

"Well, Zeke, You got us into SOME mess now havent you?"
"Horus..."

((OOC: Sorry people, It's 11:30 on my side and I am very tired. Ill be back tommorow, please dont get too far ahead.))

Karen really didn't want to finish the story, so when the door flew open and the man with the scar walked in, she almost felt relief. But when she saw the self-satisfied grin and heavy parchment clenched in his fist, her worst fears were confirmed. She saw her daemon growl loudly, a rare sound that was shudder inducing. The German Shepard looked the same way with a frieghtening snarling face. It seemed like any moment they might pounce on each other.

Mr. Turner, what can I do for you?

Don't play coy with me, you little brat. It has taken long enough for Mr. Roussel and I to bring you to the church's attention, you little heretic, but now that we have more friends and you more enemies, the task has become considerably easier. Now I have the papers to bring you in before the Inquisition.

Karen felt the small sickness in the base of her stomach grow as the thing she has been running has finally come to collect its due. She placed her hand on Kaimi and tried to hide her fear. The papers in his hand must have been produced just hours ago. And her many "enemies" in the college, both Church zealots and the old fashioned men and women who had nothing but loathing for the only female scholar in the history of the college, must have been the one to get the call to inquisition passed. She felt so careless. And worried. Her compatriot in the research, an elderly, gentle man name Timothy Richards and his small water vole daemon could not hurt a fly much less a man and she was worried for him. She left no physical evidence of her reasearch about, so they must have gotten it from him.

You tortured Mr. Richards? The Church condoned that?!

Hah! Torture! We had but to threaten his postion, and perhaps the existence of a few digits, and he led us straight to the heart of your research. The coward!

The Capitan stepped forward and in his most commanding voice all but cursed Mr. Turner to the lowest circle of hell before ordering him off his ship. But in a heartbeat, Mr. Turner was holding a pistol to Karen's head, and saying in a calm voice

The will of church is law, Capitan, and I will bring this heathen girl to justice.

Character Profile:

Name: Fionulla Quinn

Position: Witch

Daemon: An eagle called Caedmon

Age: 16

Physical Description: long dark brown hair, fierce eyes, medium build


Eyes: Almond shaped and brown

Clothing: Dark purple dress that is tattered and patched from battle

History: She is the daughter of a witch and an explorer. She lived with her mother in Somerset until she was killed by members of the church who thought she was a heretic. She has spent most of her years fighting and only just found out that she is a very strong witch because of her daemon. She will always fight for what's right and help whoever needs help, as long as she can trust them.

Fionulla spits the salty water out of her mouth as she clambers onto the deck of the boat
"Why do these places always have to be on boats, I hate swimming?"
"Because that's where it's safest"
"Shut up smartass"
She walks up to the door and kicks it open, she's too tired to be nice. Inside there is a man with red hair and two girls
"Who are you? where's the witch's consul?"

(Ok then, I've changed it)

Jessika glanced at the newcomer, then back to Ezequil and the man on the floor as Ezequil's daemon checked outside.

"What are we going to do," she said, confused.

She couldn't stop thinking about her father and what Karen had begun to say. The church was obviously involved, and somehow, her father too. She was worried about Karen, she didn't want her to be in trouble, and she'd do anything she could to help, but she needed to know what was going on. She glanced over as Ezequil took him off, her expression becoming hard.

"I think we need to ship off," she said, her voice cold. "This has to do with your research and my father, right Karen? I would appreciate you telling what's going on."

As Zeke and his hawk-daemon threw the church man off of the ship and onto the dock, Karen sat on the couch in the Capitan’s comfortable, if slightly bare stateroom and placed her head in her hands. This was all getting out of hand far too quickly. Now, so many people were involved. And in a way, this whole stupid thing was a result of her completely uncharacteristic carelessness. When she was an explorer proper, years ago, she was never this stupid; she certainly wouldn’t have let herself get involved in something so deeply that her better observational sense was impaired. But when she finally found what she really loved doing, what she really believed in, the time seemed to fly, her sense of priorities were warped. Instead of constantly being on the watch, for constantly looking behind her back, she threw herself fully into her research. Even as her research became fuller it also, in so many ways, became heathen. But Karen was not religious, in any way. The church was not something Karen regarded well. At all. So when the things she researched became more and more “heathen,” she became more and more excited. The implications were staggering. Karen was beginning to feel the same was she did while she went at her research, dreamy eyed and peaceful, like her mind was split every which way and yet she could fully observe every one of the levels at once. But she was drawn out of her dream state by a small nibble on her finger from Kaimi. Everyone around her was looking at her expectantly.

Like I said, it all started when I had heard that Jessika’s father had disappeared while in the Arctic. Of course, an explorer disappearing is not a source of much excitement, really, because it happens. The Arctic is dangerous. But when I had heard that Jessika’s dad had disappeared, it was a shock. First of all, he is probably one of the greatest explorers I know. He was knowledgeable in everything from languages of the North, to the weather, environment, he was even on very good terms with the Tartars, and some claimed he was close to no less than an fully armored bear! The second reason this was a shock was because this was the third group of explorers to disappear this month, which is unprecedented because three in a year is rare. I knew that something was going wrong in the North. Of course, my friend Timothy and I both knew it couldn’t just be a freak weather system or anything like that. In fact, it was something related to a phenomenon you all are probably familiar with, the aurora borealis. In fact, in Mr. Richard’s and my study of the history of the aurora, we have found that there is a connection between the aurora and explorers disappearing. For years in fact, it has been recorded. Even Tartars have recorded men disappearing for almost all of their history. And it all corresponds with, well, with what Tim and I are researching. A type of force, or maybe a particle. It has reappeared over and over in experiments. You have to understand. Mr. Richards has always been an odd ling among the scholars. He studies experimental theology not from a practical point of view, really. Instead, he studies humans and the affect of human’s on particles, and vice versa. And, well, that bothers the church. It is hard to explain, but….

Karen trailed off. She could share the crazy theory with everyone there, the idea that there was this force. Not religious, purely scientific, that was thoroughly connected to human thought and emotion. Even daemons, which were not a sign of original sin, as the church preached in its most secret circles, but instead a being intricately tied to this “force.” She even felt foolish thinking these things. She suddenly felt giddy and dizzy, like she might faint. She looked at everyone, waiting to see what they would say to the heresy she was spouting.

((Sorry I'm lazy, I'll edit it))