[RP] Writers of Fate

[Captain Squee]

The simple sight of a pen and paper. These are the only weapons out foes need to manipulate the lives of others. These people are sickening, and are not bound by the laws of humanity. Whether they write for their own success, to gain love, or for their own sick and twisted amusement, they abuse their rights. We are the gifted and chosen ones to rebel against these powers and we will stand strong. Not all must die, only those that choose the path of self-benefit. These men and woman do not work for what they so desire. Another man without their ability could work his fingers to the bone, walk his legs to lead, and pound his heart to near death just to be disregarded and trashed by those who call themselves Xandrians.

We are the Advent Humans. We will not be effected by the men who choose to twist the fate of the world with the simple writing of a sentence. When we are done, all writing done by them will be fiction.

So reads the plaque hoisted upon the door to the building that the organization of Advent Humans hold themselves in. Though only 4 members live in these quarters, there are more in the group. These people are not known all that well, but throughout the underground network, their names have begun to spread. Not their birth names, but nicknames given to them by the silent observers that watch their actions. Their leader was dubbed to be the Crowned Dragon, and the other founding member was dubbed as Wraith. Both of which were names given at a time before the organization was established. The organization has been around for 14 years now. They are all only beginning to be known names, but their faces have yet to be unveiled to the world.

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[Pandora]

She would never forget the day she used the book and pen for the first time. In fact, the whole scene would sometimes replay in numerous dreams that would taunt her constantly about something she swore she'd never do again. To her dismay, the nightmare had come back in more detail than it usually was, as if she was reliving that very moment again.

It was the day where she had returned to her home for a brief visit to examine anything that could have possibly changed. She was examining all of her old treasures that were left in her bedroom within the Mohan residence, nearly all of them covered with dust or cobwebs - though they could never cover the memories of how she used to enjoy the use of the items she cherished. It was only a year ago since she had left, and her appearance had changed drastically since, and she doubted that anyone, not even her past hunters, would recognize her – at least she thought that no one would. Someone had made contact with her with their identity very much hidden; the call was marked ‘Private’ on her cell phone, and the voice was obviously distorted with some sort of contraption, which left it still in question of the person being male or female. The conversation didn’t even start off with a hello from her or the person; the dark haired woman stayed silent for a few good seconds until an unusual voice sounded through her ear.

{Rouge. . .it’s nice to know they haven’t found you yet.}
​

Clearly Rouge was puzzled by the message, and the fact that whoever that person was knew her identity. She didn’t say anything in response – in thought that if she stayed quiet, the person would think they got the wrong line – but she didn’t have to say anything, considering that what the man or woman said next immediately gave away that they knew all too much about her.

{I know who killed your parents – and why.}
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In her mind, time had made a stand still, and the cold air had felt much drier. Since that day, it had been a year since her parents were massacred in their home during Rouge’s absence from the city, and she still presently blamed herself for the incident. She occasionally had the vague flashbacks of what she saw when she walked into the main hall and saw large blood stains everywhere – on the floor and several on the walls, and the two pistols that she claimed as her own. She had the strangest urge to pull them out and watch her surroundings as the words of the unknown person had buzzed in her head. Telepathy wouldn’t work since she didn’t have a clue on who the person was or what he or she looked like, and she knew that the method succeeding by just hearing a person's voice would most likely take extra years of studying. All she could do was stay alert in case she was being watched.

{Do not be frightened. I’m not your enemy unless you make it that way, and I highly doubt you’d want that to happen since I have some information you will most dearly value.}

"How would I know that? I don't know who you are."
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When Rouge spoke, her voice came out in a serious tone - mainly because she could already sense something out of the ordinary. There was no response for a moment, and as she waited for one she stared out the window of her bedroom to look for anything suspicious. Nothing unusual was happening outside of the household that she was aware of. A light drizzle had begun not too long after she went inside the house, and the small number of people that were outside were most likely walking around to find shelter from the rain. A crackling noise had gone through the line of the call, as if the person she was talking to was near a fireplace.

{Dear Rouge, I had connections with your family - mainly your mother and father. They've been hiding something from you for a very long time for the sake of your own safety; but I believe now is the time to show you what you should know.}

". . .And just how exactly are you going to show me?"

{Examine the shelf in your parents' bedroom. There is something there specifically for you.}
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Rouge slowly narrowed her eyes towards the door that was right across from her bedroom. The only sounds she could hear was her own voice and the distorted voice that wanted to guide her, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that there could possibly be someone else in the house watching her - or was there? There wasn't any audible evidence of that guess, which had confused Rouge as to how this person knew where she was. In either case, going to her parents' room would start a possible search in her house for anyone else that could possibly be inside. Drawing out her dagger from the belt loop of her shorts, she walked out of her room and towards the one in front of her while looking in all other directions for anything suspicious. The master bedroom belonging to Isaiah and Melody Mohan looked just about as untouched as Rouge's bedroom. It was still unclear to her why they aliased the city as the City That Never Ages when parts of it actually does.

Her palm started to get moist for holding the Snake of Eden so tightly in it's grasp, and she put her cell phone on speaker as she reached downward to pull out the first shelf of the desk that desperately needed to be cleaned. What was lying inside appeared to be a black notebook and a pen with a golden tip laying next to it in a slanted position, but Rouge didn't see the significance in either of the items.

"There's nothing in here besides a notebook and pen."

{And that's exactly what they left for you. For as you may not see right now, only your kind can use these items properly.}​

What the person meant by "your kind" was something that Rouge didn't entirely understand. Was it referring to how different or intelligent she was in comparison to the other citizens of Nunquam Senex or something else? She didn't take what the person said too literally, and the thought eventually escaped her. She picked up the book and pen to examine them more closely, and she suddenly felt like her senses began to reach further in enhancement. As she held the book firmly and gazed at it from every angle, she suddenly felt as if she had gained control of something, like she was capable of doing something that she wasn't aware of yet. Despite the unusual feeling within herself, Rouge figured it may have been just because she was still a little tense.

{Do you notice any significance yet? You will soon enough. Now listen carefully, Rouge, for I am about to tell you to do something very serious. . .perhaps frightening.}

"If it involves a notebook and pen, it can't be frightening at all."

{Victor Ward. The killer you want is Victor Ward.}

"Wait a minute. . .you can't be talking about the mayor's son. You don't even-"

{Know where you live? Who you and your family is? I believe I've talked to you enough so you know that I do. Victor Ward is older than you by a few years, and your parents have worked for his glutton of a father. Seeing how he's practically the firstborn of a celebrity, he is admired a little too much. The reasons for his actions, however, I cannot speak of until you do what I instruct.}
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Whoever the person on the other end of the phone was, what was said was ironically correct. Melody and Isaiah had been working for the mayor, and there have been some grudges between them that Victor most likely heard about. Staring straight out of bedroom door was the manor that the mayor lived in that was somewhat hidden behind yards worth of forest. It was very hard for Rouge to believe that the son of someone practically worshiped in this city would be after her parents.

{Rouge, write his name down on the first page of the notebook.}

"I'm guessing that I'm just going to write a few things about him that I should know?"

{Something like that. . .}
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Rouge walked over to sit on the silken black bed sheets before doing anything else, that and so she could keep a better eye on the door. Opening the notebook to the first blank page and clicking the point of the pen down, the surge that hit her earlier from just holding the two items had come back, a little more intense than last time. This time, Rouge didn't think the feeling was just her being tense; it felt like her body was preparing itself for some very out of the ordinary to happen, but she couldn't think of anything bizarre that could happen that's linked to writing something down.

Whatever the case was, Rouge knew she would get some interesting information on Victor, and she wrote down his full name on the paper; slowly and in eligible cursive. She lowered her hand holding the pen to the next line for whatever she had to write down next.

"Okay. Now what?"

{This is going to sound unhealthy, Rouge, but what I'm about to tell you, you must do.}

"I'm listening."

{Think of a possible way for Victor to die; any way at all. Think about it - imagine it in full detail, and then write the action down underneath his name. Whether if it's by a heart attack, if he somehow got caught in a fire, or perhaps the same way he took the lives of your parents; ANY way at all, write it down.}
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Rouge didn't know how to reply to that immediately. She did agree that trying to imagine ways of a certain person dying did seem pretty sick headed, but it wasn't much of a challenge for her - considering some of the lives she's taken to protect herself. Not to her surprise, the first thing that came to her head was how she could have imagined Victor entering the Mohan household and started the shooting on her parents. They must have been defenseless, considering there wasn't anything that could be used as a weapon in the main hall, and that their daughter wasn't there to protect them; and she knew she had the capability of doing so. As the scene repeated in her head numerous times, she could feel hot tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes, heated from anger - from loathing for Victor because of what he did, and her hand began to move once more. It began to write the words of what happened in the house approximately one year ago, only with Victor in her parents' place.

Victor Ward
A group of men who appear to be anarchists break into the Warn manor in major pursuit of the mayor and start a massive shooting, killing Victor during the passing moments.
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Rouge hadn't clicked the pen yet since she thought that she was going to be writing something else down, but before Rouge could begin to talk again, she heard a low chuckle on the other end of her call; a very strange chuckle at that, and at an odd timing.

"Okay. I've done what you told me to do."

{And now we wait.}

"Wait for what?"

{You'll see, my accomplice.}

"Is this all I have to write?"

{Indeed.}

"Then what is the point in all of -"
​

Rouge's words were cut off short by noises that suddenly erupted through the background. They lasted for a good 10 seconds, and Rouge could not even speak - or think - because the sounds related to what she was thinking about a moment ago. It was the sound of rapid gunfire, and the direction it was coming from led to the Ward manor. Once the gunshots ended, some of the people that were lingering around the area ran closer to the house to see what was happening. Some were children that were screaming or crying from the fright of what could be happening. After a few seconds of listening in shock, Rouge managed to use her voice again.

"What the hell is going on?"

{You've re-written fate, Rouge. This is what you're capable of.}

"What do you mean I've re-written fate ! ?"
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There was no immediate answer. What Rouge heard instead was the blood curdling shriek of what sounded like was coming from a young man. From this point, Rouge stood up and quickly walked over to the window to see what was happening. There were a lot more people running over to the building now despite that they were getting drenched by the now heavy rain, and a few windows have been shattered by a few bullets that shot through them. Rouge could feel her chest heat up and her heart beat a little faster from the thought of whatever she just did. This was inhumane. This was pure madness. She glanced back at the open book, the pen, and then back at her phone before shutting the blinds and running back over to pick it up.

"What did you just make me do ! ?"

{I've made you discover what you really are. Your parents would have wanted you to know: You are a Xandrian Human. A person capable of controlling another person's fate. A writer of fate they'd call you and the rest of our kind; and that book and pen can be your deadliest weapon depending on how you use it.}

"This can't be right. . ."

{View it however you like. Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to change what you are. But look at it this way: The first use of your best ability was used to avenge your parents. An eye for an eye normal humans would describe this kind of situation. But now to explain why Victor took your parents' lives: There is another species out there that us Xandrians have to especially be wary of. The Advent Humans. The mayor was one of them, and he told his son Victor all about his kind as well as our own, and then he told him to kill your parents, because they were their enemy. But whether you wanted to take revenge or not on Victor for killing them, he had to die - because there was the high risk he would tell the normal humans about us; which is why I'm glad you came back home, Rouge - so that the task could be completed and that you would finally discover the truth about yourself.}

". . .I'm going to ask again. Who are you? At least tell me your name."
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The commotion outside her window hadn't lessened or worsened since the shooting ended. The authorities have already reached the manor, most of them guarding the entrance so that no one would go inside or come out. A cold sweat had tricked down Rouge's face as she waited for a response.

{I am Xandria. That is all you need to know. And I've already told you my main purpose of calling you today. Beware of the Advents.}



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And that was when Rouge finally woke up.

She was no longer in her hometown Nunquam Senex, but on a second story padio of a library located in the city of Naltar - a city that was lively during the night that was a few hundred miles away from home. Rouge was sitting on a bench, drinking a glass of white wine before she had fallen asleep, but now she was lying across the bench in a not very comfortable position - hinted from the fact that the left side of her neck was now aching and that she was sweating a little. She sat up from the bench sluggishly and looked up at the sky. She had went to the library around the afternoon, but from the look of sky, evening had just hit; but she didn't decide to go back to her condo just yet. Despite that there were many people walking the streets below her currently, she was in the mood for sight seeing.

She left the padio area of the library and headed downstairs towards the entrance. The book keeper had glanced at her and gave a sly smile.

"What have you been doing up there all of this time, sleeping?" He joked.

"Actually, I was." Rouge replied, meeting eyes with the man for a brief second and then continued to walk forward. He cackled at her response, not to Rouge's surprise. He was so easily entertained, it got annoying at some times.

"Hope you had sweet dreams!"

She didn't reply as she exited the building. The dream she had was definitely not 'sweet' to her, but she wouldn't even be able to tell any ordinary human what her dream was about without them thinking she had mental problems. After all, people have taken notice on how somewhat different she looked compared to average people, but they did not know that she really wasn't 'average' in the slightest bit. No, if they found out what she was capable of doing, they would most surely have her locked up far away from society so that everyone would be safe.

Rouge knew that solution wouldn't help though, since she wasn't the only Xandrian out there, and she also knew that not all of them were cautious or smart like she was. There could be one lurking in the crowd of people right now that she was walking along with, plotting someone's downfall as she wandered; but she wouldn't know unless they were to walk up to her and directly tell her, but chances were slim that would happen.

And then there were the Advents to think about. Rouge hadn't met one directly before, but she had to be careful if she ever did, whether if they knew who she was or not. She honestly couldn't blame them for hating Xandrians since she was pretty sure that some's lives have been ruined or taken away because of her kind. With the kind of power she had, it could easily be abused. Right before she had used the book for the first time, she swore that she'd never intentionally kill someone unless it was for a very good reason. Of course, the incident at the Ward manor was an accident to her, but she couldn't change things back to the way they were. She still had the book and pen, but it was currently locked in a cabinet in her bedroom, and she hadn't touched or looked at it for quite a while; and that was the way she wanted it to be.

"Excuse me, ma'am," A voice directed at Rouge. She turned around to see a woman that looked around her age who was obviously a waitress at the restaurant she was standing near. She was holding a metal tray up with one hand, which carried several shot glasses of some kind of blue drink. Rouge suspected there was a small amount of alcohol in the liquid. "Would you like to try a sample of our new drink?"

"I don't see why not." Rouge replied, expression blank. She picked up one of the glasses, figuring that she looked older than her actual age otherwise the girl probably wouldn't have offered the sample her. Would it have been the same reaction if the girl knew that Rouge was a different race than she was? She thought about all of the possible distinctions in life that would occur if everyone knew about her kind as she swallowed a bit of the liquid. Her taste buds had traced flavors of blackberry and blueberry within the drink and something she couldn't really put her mind to. She instantly could tell there was alcohol as the kick was detected in the very next swallow. "It's not bad at all."

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

Raistlin woke up after what he considered to be a rather fun night of drunken sex. Though, like every time previously, the hotel room smelled of sex, booze, and cheap cigarettes. Looking over to his right, he saw the woman he had spent the night with. One of these days, I’m going to wake up next to some foul looking goblin faced woman, he thought. Seeing that she was still asleep, he took this time as any to ready his leave. He got out of bed, and noticed that his pants were on the floor. Putting them on rather quickly, he stole one last glance at the woman in the bed.

Shame, she is rather beautiful, he thought, looking at her long brown hair, and what he considered to be a well proportioned face. Still things had to be done, and he couldn’t just sit down to get to know a girl. She could have picked any man in that bar last night, but she chose him. Foolish decision on her part, Raistlin wasn’t to blame. Of course, that’s how he always weaseled his way out of any liability. His twisted logic, and somewhat backwards rational always saw of that.

Raistlin held out his arm for a few seconds, and noticed that the shaking was already there. Cursing under his breath, he reached into his pants pocked, and took out a syringe. Tapping the needle with his finger a couple of times, he made sure there were no air pockets in it. Afterwards, he stuck it carefully in his neck, and pushed the plunger down. Thinking that he should be good for the next day or so, he continued getting dressed. He was going to have to hurry, though. He didn’t want those two waking up while he did his business in the next room.

He was rather lucky for last night. Not only was he shown a good time by a rather good looking woman, he had also managed to get a room directly next to the people that he suspected of being Xandrian Humans. If his suspicions were correct, he would do to them what he had done to Xandrian’s of past: murder them.

It wouldn’t be a lie to call Raistlin prejudiced; in fact, one would be spot on for thinking so. He couldn’t stand the concept of someone controlling someone with a simple pen and paper. It lacked conviction; it lacked everything he felt that a good dictator should have: power. Raistlin always thought that a man should be able to control another man by fear and power alone. Just being able to scribble down a man’s name, and take his willpower away, to take away the simple desire or want or need to fight back was sickening.

Not to mention, he had his own personal score to settle, and it didn’t matter if every Xandrian and the puppets they controlled had to die, he was going to take them out. If he had to kill another Advent, so be it, if he had to slaughter normal humans, so be it. Raistlin hated them more than the average man had the capability to hate.

Putting his shirt on, and then his vest, he was almost ready to go. He found his glasses on the floor, and his sword hidden under the bed. He was old fashioned that way, he loved his sword. He made one last sweep on his body before heading out the door. He wanted to make sure that he hadn’t forgotten anything. Patting his pockets, he had his medicine, keys, and cell phone. He was good to go.

Opening the door, he looked down the long hall of the hotel room. No one was coming, and there were no signs of anyone else there. Raistlin couldn’t have asked for a more perfect setting. He walked over to the next room, room 13… how fitting. Taking a small paperclip out of his pocket, he pick locked the door with relative ease. Raistlin made picking locks seem such a breeze.

Opening the door, he heard the snores of the two men. They were still asleep, and that was great news. Though, he had to make sure that he would be killing the right people. He snooped around the room, in cabinets, drawers, and cupboards, looking for their books. Every Xandrian he ever killed had some fancy book with then. No doubt because it made them feel that more fancy about stripping a man of his fate. He walked quietly, and carefully in between the two beds that they each slept in. Opening the bed stand table, he saw them. Two beautiful books just laying there. Opening them to look at the pages, he saw what he needed to see. Names, places, and things they had made others do, it was all there.

The proof was in the pudding, and Raistlin was about to line the pudding with their blood. He drew his katana, quietly, and swiftly, and held it above one of their bodies. In a quick flash, he lowered it down into the man’s. His scream was quiet, but loud enough to wake the other one. He went for his gun, but Raistlin was too fast. Lightning flew from his finger tips, striking the man before he could manage to roll out of the bed. Pulling his sword from the dead man’s chest, he turned to the other man, whom was hardly alive.

“I guess you were expecting your death to be somewhat dignified,” Raistlin began, as he sat down next to the dying man. “After all, you’re an important Xandrian guy, right? We’ll, you get none of that here. No dignified speech, no glorious death. I’m going to watch until you drown in your own blood. I quite like the sound of that.” Raistlin started cleaning his sword with the sheets. The man had started coughing up blood; it wouldn’t be long before he died now. Raistlin smiled, quite satisfied with the turn out of the events. Once his sword was clean, and the man dead, he got up and walked out of the room. He could use a drink.

 

[Captain Squee]

Mystro Kijaki, the main founder of ‘The Organization’. He was the man who carried the infamous Crowned Dragon. He worked alongside some great men and woman in his lifetime to assist in the fall of the Xandrians, but he had also seen some comrades fall to the powers of their common enemy. Regardless, it didn’t matter what he saw or heard, the same goal of his remained in site. To eliminate those who played with fate. Though, he was never too extreme, unlike a member known as Raistlin, who was completely prejudice.

On this day, he was at the room he had set up for himself and ‘The Organizations’ headquarters. Though 4 of those in the organization lived here, it was rare to see them there. Most of the time it was just 2 to protect the information held in the area. In fact, the only reason they had a headquarters was so that they all knew where to meet in case of an emergency, and to hold information that neither the Xandrians nor the normal humans should know about. Of course, there were files on every Xandrian worth mentioning and all the Advent Humans in the organization. It was for safety that the information on the Advent Humans was kept to a minimal and never exposed skill levels or the powers each was given. The only information worth value it held were names and Mystro’s personal notes that seemed to be worded in a code of the sort.

At this point in time, Mystro was looking through the Xandrian files. With his abilities it was clear to see who was a Xandrian, from then he would have Kayan, the local Advent human spy of the organization, watch them carefully. Kayan would then report his finds and observations to Mystro. From there, Mystro would decide if this particular Xandrian should be silenced. If so, he would ask someone to do it, the person asked would depend on the Xandrian being watched. If they weren’t, Mystro would put that persons file in the computer dubbing them as ‘benign.’ Anyone had access to these files so long as they were given the password, and all members did indeed know the password.

Closing the program and locking the computer up, Mystro had begun to leave. The headquarters was just a glorified home previously owned by a rich man in the town of Trackar. Despite just being a previous home, it was very large in size, capable of housing at least 20 people. This gave all members places to relax and the basement was redone to maximize space and it has been highly reinforced to allow for minor sparring sessions, provided both participants don’t get too reckless.

[FONT=&quot](OOC: This is all for now)[/FONT]

 

[Gaige]

Tip tap, tip tap, tip tap.

The sounds of boots tapping on tiles could be heard as the slender legs carrying the body to their destination moved, a white dress shimmering as the sunlight danced over it. As doors opened automatically to the presence of weight on invisible panels on the ground, the doors slid open, and her legs continued to carry her further in.

The decorations were minimalist and without too much fuss on this first floor, with white tiles; so clean that one could see their reflection within. A crescent shaped mahogany desk, always with a well dressed woman or man inside, sat just to the left of the automatic doors, while a man to the right bowed and offered to take her coat, which she allowed, handing him the black leather jacket with a smile and a nod, which he responded to with a low bow, flawlessly practised and perfected.

Red drapes, undecorated aside from the thinnest strips of gold, hung from the walls in two different places, set in symmetry to the last centimetre.

To the left of one of these drapes was a small archway, covered by g;lass with the smallest of air holes drilled into them. Exotic flowers, lush grass, and tropical birds thrived within. The birds were perfectly trained not to leave, of course. And why would they? They had food, flowers and pleasure. And that was all one needed in life, was it not? Until the very end of time itself. Pleasure had been earned and attained by these feathered beauties, so what concern was anything else?

A pair of silver elevator doors opened at the eight digit password she had stationed to memory. This password was exclusive to her and a few others. For security purposes, and so that this charismatic woman could feel content knowing she had knowledge so few others had. And she had full power over it as well. Something to be proud of, no?

The smile slipped a little as she stepped into the elevator, and she looked into the little glass surface she had installed above the elevator controls, preening her dark hair into the epitome of perfection- at least in her eyes- giving it the bounce and life that it needed for her to maintain perfection. The smile fully formed again as she turned to view her reformed neatness from all angles.

Ah, wonderful.

The lift moved up as she pressed the "Penthouse" button, which glowed at her touch.As soft muzak started up, She stood with arms folded, the sleeves of her white dress crumpling as she folded her arms, the elevator grinding slowly to a halt as it reached its destination.

With a tiny beep and a click, a panel in the previously smooth wall of the elevator slid open, revealing a whirring network of green and gold. "Ocular identification commencing," stated the smooth, robotic female voice, and the woman bent down, letting the scarlet light run over her green eyes unblinkingly.

The panel closed. "Thank you, Amelia." At the sound of her own name, her smile renewed, blood red lips turning up as the elevator doors opened, revealing a sky high penthouse she could see the sky from.

For now she was outdoors, standing almost as high as the clouds. Yes, she was touching the sky; a powerful, beautiful woman. She was a wonderful being. A queen among men. A goddess, no less. Yes. She was perfection in all of its forms. Walking over to the knee high rails, she leaned out to survey the urban beauty of her town and smelled the aroma of smoke, filth and civilians. Ah. How delightfully industrial.

Slipping into her home on the other side of the balcony, she opened and shut the glass door behind her as she slipped into the penthouse proper.

The study was designed to imply a place of work and business, with a long desk and a high backed wooden chair which she sat comfortably in, relishing the comfort of the yellow cushion on her back and rear with a small sigh of contentment.

Adorning the rest of the study was a small, three shelved structure of dark wood. Bottles of pink, blue and green sat on the top of the structure, and books of all kinds sat, some neatly, some in an ordered chaos; slumped against one another in a domino effect.

A warm wooden set up boards amde up the walls, with a warm red carpet giving the study a comfortable feeling as Amelia beckoned a finger through the air, drawing a small black book towards her via telekinesis, gently plucking it from the air, and pulling a thin black pen from a drawer in her desk, and beginning to write. For who else but she had the right to control such things as this? Nobody.

Only a Xandrian Human. A Writer of Fate.

 

[Pandora]

"Does the place you work at have a source of local news?"

"Yes, ma'am; and please feel free to have another drink if you'd like. The first serving is free tonight."
Rouge nodded to the girl before setting the empty shot glass back on the tray and walking through the door. The waitress's attempt at a fake smile didn't pass it for Rouge though. She wouldn't stop glancing to the right, and she was leaning most of her weight on one leg - both easy to spot signs of a person trying to pass off a cover, and the girl was clearly not very comfortable with having Rouge around her space; either that or she just didn't like her job - but she did her job correctly, so that was all that mattered.

The inside of the restaurant seemed decent enough for Rouge's taste though. All of the seats were leather cushioned so that comfort wasn't something to worry about, the counter at the bar was made of marble and looked like it's been polished recently, and the drapes that hung over the windows were black and were tied beneath the window with tight gold rope. From a glance at the people that were also inside and doing whatever business they had, she figured she wouldn't stand out too much here. This very moment, she wanted to see the activity that's been going on lately in this town.

She strode to one of the seats in the bar section, her orchid eyes immediately glancing at the flat screen television that hung tightly above the counter. At the moment, there was no news reporter or anyone speaking at the moment; but there was some vital information scrolling across the screen, which some of the strangers sitting around Rouge had taken notice to as well. The number of deaths that had occurred in the city and its outskirts hadn't slowed down since they had started to pick up in number, making the death and crime rate go up more than most people would be comfortable with. Rouge didn't feel affected by this kind of surrounding, however, since her hometown was practically the same way. She's learned to live with dangers all around her, how to avoid certain ones, and how to put an end to most of them - and all without the aid of a notebook and pen.

What Rouge wondered next was out of all of the deaths that have occurred lately, how much of them were made up of or caused by Xandrians. It wouldn't be foolish to guess that at least half of the percent rate was. Was she in denial that she was one of them? No, but she definitely wasn't like the majority of them, making it seem judgmental to pass off all Xandrians as a threat to humanity. But it was nearly impossible for her alone to be able to prove that with what has been going on lately, even if the normal humans weren’t aware of the truth behind it all.

One of the bartenders, a young man with medium length black hair and a slender facial structure, walked over in front of Rouge while he was toweling dry one of the mugs that have been used already. He gave a half smile as Rouge realized that she was getting attention from him.

“Can I get you something?” He asked. The name tag clipped on his vest read ‘Edison’ in blue medieval writing, the blue tone seeming to match his eyes, and Rouge’s attention had shifted once more.

“What is that drinking that they’re handing out samples for outside?” Rouge asked. Her arms crossed out in front of her as he turned and pointed at a name that looked like it had just been scribbled on the menu. How professional. He must have took that as a request, because within a few moments he had made her the same drink, only it was in a bigger glass compared to the puny shot glass she was given earlier. Taking a few small gulps, she noticed that she felt a little funny with each swallow she took.

“This would be called the Maelstrom, miss. We use some of the strongest vodka in the mixture, and you’ll most likely get a good kick from it. Just started making it yesterday.”

“Is there something else in it I should know about?” Rouge asked frankly. When she had drunk the whole sample of the beverage outside, she could taste something oddly unfamiliar within the mixture. Now that she was drinking more of it, she had a feeling it was something that would most likely affect her system in the long run. Edison had glanced both ways as if he was making sure that no one would hear what he was about to say – and Rouge could already tell that he had something interesting to tell.

“I made this drink myself. I may have put a couple of hints of Ginkgo Bibola and Guarana in it, and it mostly has an anti-depressant effect to it. Helps concentration I’ve read, as well as energy. I’m pretty sure those shot glasses being served outside had enough to affect a person.”

But of course, Rouge has read about these ingredients before. It was found in energy drinks mostly, and had no business being put inside alcohol. Who knew what kind of side effects this would initiate if she had taken in too much. She had already felt more alert than usual, and that only happened if she sensed a nearby danger.

“You know that could get you in trouble if someone were to get hurt; me for example. I can already feel the effects of this stuff.”

“Already?” Edison had laughed. "It hasn’t even been ten minutes since you walked in, there’s no way you can feel it now.”

“I’ve studied plenty of things most of these citizens wouldn’t even think about,” Rouge replied, her gaze at the young man unwavering as she was referring to her many years of studying psychology and biology. They have definitely paid off. “I can easily tell if something out of the ordinary is happening to me.”

“Relax, dear,” Edison replied, looking unaffected by Rouge’s words. “It’s only one glass; and it doesn’t have enough of that stuff to kill you.”

“I’d start not putting that stuff in your concoctions if I were you.” Rouge warned. Not only did her system seem to appreciate the intake of something it’s never processed large amounts of before, but this guy didn’t care. She groaned in irritation as she turned her attention to one of the windows. “I don’t want another drink, thank you.”

Edison had stared at her for a couple of moments before shrugging it off and heading to the back room. She placed her palm on her forehead, feeling it that it had warmed up. She wished that she could do something about this before things got out of hand, whether for her or anyone else. But then a thought hit her, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the Maelstrom, or because she was just thinking of desperate solutions.

Could I . . .use the notebook?

No, this was totally unlike her to think about something like that. She didn’t even want to look at the notebook and pen again, so why did the thought come up now? They could easily be used as a weapon. But then again, she could just make it so that he actually does stop putting the energy supplement in the drinks; it would be for the safety of everyone drinking the stuff.

I couldn’t possibly – after all of this time.

Before she even noticed, Edison was standing in front of her again, with a look of puzzlement.
“Hey, you don’t look so hot. Are you okay?” He asked. Took him long enough to figure that out. Rouge immediately stood up from her seat and backed away slowly from the bar area.

“No. . .I’m not.” She replied, staring past the bartender. She started to walk quickly towards the women’s restroom to check herself, ignoring some of the stares she may have attracted from the small scene she caused. The first place she went to was the sinks. Turning the faucet, she had held her hands out to cup a good amount of cold water and then splashed it onto her face. She repeated the method two more times before she got a paper towel and dried her face off. Staring into the mirror in front of her, Rouge noticed that her pupils were slightly dilated and that she had an expression of confusion. She was confused, or maybe it was the drink that was teasing her system.

Would I use this book, even if the purpose is to reduce harm rather than cause it?

The effects on her body hadn’t worn off yet, but something came into mind after a few minutes of staring endlessly into her reflection. Unclenching the paper towel, she threw it away in the trash can and took a deep breath.

If there are good ‘Xandrians’ in this world, I’m going to prove it.

After taking a few extra seconds to calm herself down, she stepped out of the restroom and then started walking towards the exit of the restaurant, knowing that it’d be hard to change her mind now.

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

The bar was quiet, which in Raistlin’s opinion, was always welcome. He didn’t much care for places that were too loud, or filled with drunken, loud-mouth morons. However, despite his love for the quiet, he noticed that besides for one person in the bar, the company seemed rather dull. Still, he just got done with the successful killing of two Xandrian Humans, he was happy, and there was not a better way he could think of besides a nice drink… or a few shots. Whatever floated his boat at the time would suffice.

Next to the bar was a small restaurant. Raistlin smiled; perhaps he should help himself to a meal as well. After all, it wasn’t like he was short of cash.

Sitting down at the bar, he ordered five shots of the most expensive whiskey that they had. The bartender smiled as he filled 5 shot glasses, and placed them in front of him. Raistlin quite liked the look of the bar. It was somewhat old fashioned in a place that was surrounded by technology. It felt out of place, yet classy, his kind of bar.

Looking at the only other interesting person in the room, he saw that she was a woman. Somewhat cute as well, but after last night’s excursion, he felt it best not to say anything. She had slightly above shoulder length brown, curly hair. He slammed back 3 of the 5 shots. Each of them was rough, and burned on the way down. It was fantastic whiskey as far as he was concerned.

Taking out his cell phone, he decided that it was probably best to message Kijaki, and see if he had any leads.

<I managed to get two last night. If you need me for anything, I’m in town. In the meantime, I’ll be helping myself to some food and drink.>

Even in his text messages, he used proper grammar, unlike the uneducated morons that he often found himself hanging around. Looking to the bartender, he smiled, “I’m going to need the best thing on the menu, I’m rather starving over here.”

Taking back the final two shots, he watched the bartender walk to the back as he placed his order.

 

[Gaige]

Hours had passed, and when Amelia laid her notebook on the table again, upon looking out at the sky, it was tinted with orange, and the sun had set. Amelia tilted her head, a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes.

Time flew when you had fun. The saying had always rang true in Amelia's ears. How dull. However, she was never tired nor hungry. No, what she longed for was the sweet nectar of alcohol trickling daintily down her throat. Her spine shivered at the pleasurable thought, and she stood up, leaving the pen back in its container.

Walking out the door, and closing it behind her, Amelia neglected to lock it. There were measures against intruders. Those who would want to steal her little black book; or anything else for that matter. Human or otherwise, intrusion would have to be punished, wouldn't it? Her lips turned upwards at the idea.

Back into the elevator, again entering a code just to be safe, and bearing the muzak as she descended, a new set of staff were in the exact same positions the previous shift had been in, and scrambled to get her coat and bow just right, and she gave them the same practised, grateful smile she had perfected over the years.

There was a rather nice little restaurant, with a pub right next to it, and it was the latter she went to first. The smell of must and amber liquid immediately greeting her, the sound of drinks being poured into glasses was to her the same as an embrace to an ordinary human. Stepping across the threshold with an expectant smile on her face-

Which faltered publicly for the first time in a long time as she sensed a certain something in the same place as she. Something more than the clay dolls milling around the buildings and the streets outside. Something akin to her; a sister, a brother.

My my my.

Another one beyond clay and dirt matter was here. Rather relaxed by the smell of it. Yet she would not confront them. No. Amelia specialised in observation, and she didn't quite know the strength of this one yet. Ha. She could feel her heart quicken. What an exhilarating little game this would be. She only hoped her quarry could keep her entertained.

 

[Pandora]

Pushing past the bathroom doors, she had slowed down her pace of walking as she began to make her away across the restaurant floors. If she were to walk too quickly, the the effects of the ingredients she had taken in would most likely heighten - and that was the last thing she wanted. Seeing as she mostly ate and drank whatever was good for the body, it was hard for her body to adjust to the immense amount of the supplements that was most likely absorbed into her blood stream already. She had to be honest with herself, she still wasn't entirely sure if going back to her condominium at this time was a very good idea. She felt like she had to do one or two more things before she left the pub.

She moved her hand past her neck so that most of her hair would lay behind her, and as she glanced around the area, she noticed that several people had left, and some new ones came in. Rouge took a guess that there were at least fifteen people within the building, and more than half of them were drinking the said 'Maelstrom' that was just made. She greatly wondered if any of the other employees knew about what was in it.

Glancing over to her far right side, she noticed one person that seemed to stand out a little more than the rest of the people in the eatery. He was a man, who was smiling as if he had just accomplished something great. Examining his appearance, Rouge figured he seemed intelligent enough. His hair was rather long and an even red color, which from the angle she was viewing stood out the most from the rest of his features. If she wasn't mostly thinking about dealing with the situation with what the bartender had done to her, she would have thought he was kind of attractive. Glancing back at the front, she noticed the girl that was giving out the samples outside of the restaurant was inside now standing next to the bar. All of the shot glasses on the tray were empty and sat at the edge of the counter, and it looked like she was waiting for a new batch of concoctions.

Feeling a faint vibration in her pocket, Rouge took out her cell phone and saw on the screen that she had one new voicemail. Apparently she was so distracted about what was happening to her now that she didn't even notice that someone was calling her a moment ago. She had stopped walking and leaned against wall to listen in to the message. At the same time as that, another passerby had walked into the building; and even if no other ordinary person could tell, Rouge could see that by the expression on the woman's face, she was taken aback by something. Rouge's eyebrow had rose a little, feeling as if something about that woman seemed. . .deviant. It was just her and a few other customers that were dressed up formally, and Rouge did think that the black haired woman was beautiful in her opinion - yet she wondered if her personality would be as high maintenance as she looked. After a brief pause on her phone line, the automatic voice message finally played itself.

{Rouge. . .something tells me you've been neglecting the usage of your book. But I know what other things you're capable of - and I hope you haven't forgotten to use those to your advantage as well.}​

The message being spoken by the distorted voice played in Rouge's ear, somewhat fueled with enigma. She hadn't heard from Xandria for quite a while now, but after a moment of thinking of what he or she possibly meant by what they said, Rouge had finally come to a realization of something she could do - something she was able to do for some time. Still standing in her place, she looked back around the building at the people who were drinking the new beverage that she had tried, beginning to memorize their faces one by one while at the same time acting as if she was looking something up on her cell. It took a few moments to get that done, and then Rouge held her cell phone up a little closer to her and lowered her head so she'd look like she was trying to read something unclear. But in reality, she closed her eyes as she got into eight consciences at once without the people knowing, and spoke into their minds with a different voice in thought so that they wouldn't tell it was her.

Unless you want to be hospitalized or dead the next morning, stop drinking this now.
​

And then she was done. Glancing back at the people, they were obviously started - some even looked terrified. Telepathy was something Rouge had learned to do a few years back, and was an excellent tool to use whenever the time came to use it. The people who were eating and/or drinking everything else were unaffected by the method, though some began to look at some of the people that had heard the voice as if something was wrong with them.

"A voice...I just heard a voice in my head! What was that?" One of the customers, a middle aged man, had bellowed out. Rouge resisted the urge to smile as she had flipped her phone closed and put it back in her pocket. She noticed that the conversations in the restaurant were beginning to pick up a little bit more than they were before. Not only that, but she had also met the gaze of the girl that was giving out the samples. She may have looked slightly bothered when they were both outside, but now her stare spoke of question -of suspicion. Rouge returned the gaze no differently as the girl had walked up to her, glancing a couple of times at the people who were filled with bewilderment.

"Ma'am, are you okay? It looks like everyone that's tried out new concoction is freaking out over something. All of them but you."

Rouge had scoffed at what the waitress said. "I only had half a glass. These other people have clearly taken more than they can handle." She referenced that the majority of the people had more than one glass on their table, nearly up to six was the most that Rouge counted. The waitress looked convinced by her statement and began to walk over to other customers, telling them that the commotion should die down soon. Rouge crossed her arms over her chest and examined the rest of the area. Two or three people have already gotten over what they just heard and abandoned their drinks, so she believed that it shouldn't be too long before the rest situation calmed down once more.

Looking back at the bar area, she noticed the bartender that served had came back after a long while of doing his job at the back end of the restaurant. It had only taken a few seconds after he had laid down several plates of food for someone for him to notice what the conversations were all about. A warning about he brand new drink, and he looked surprised - and guilty - at the same time. Rouge let a small smile form on her face. As long her warning was heeded, step one of her little plan was completed.

 

[Captain Squee]

As Mystro stepped out the door, His cell phone buzzed in his pocket. At the moment, he had his keys in his hand and was headed to his car, so he let it wait until he was inside his car. He never was the type to own a really fancy mode of transportation, as his standards were low as long as the vehicle worked. When he got in he could see it was a text from Raistlin. It read:

<I managed to get two last night. If you need me for anything, I’m in town. In the meantime, I’ll be helping myself to some food and drink.>

Mystro texted back <That's good to hear. I might meet with you later, but I have business to take care of first.> It was a good thing Raistlin used good grammar and spelling. The usual shorthanded writings annoyed Mystro greatly.

Starting up his car, Mystro pulled out of the driveway. It was a rather long driveway guarded by a gate at the end leading to the road into town. For the most part, Nothing unusual was going on and since all his abilities were off, everyone seemed like an ordinary human. First thing he did was stop at the bank and made a quick withdrawal of 200 dollars from his personal account. With his money in his wallet, he proceeded to drive out.

In a matter of minutes he arrived at an apartment building. It was 3 stories tall and held at minimal 300 apartments. Buzzing the apartment 34-B, he spoke into the speaker. "It's Mystro." The reply came almost instantly telling Mystro to come in as the door was unlocked. Mystro proceeded inside up to the second floor entering the apartment 34-B. Inside was a blond haired male. The male was of a thin white complexion, but well toned. This was because he was an Advent Human with a unique set of powers. he wore a hooded sweat shirt that had a zipper, but it was not zipped, revealing the majority of his chest. He wore black pants as well, with a studded belt. The person must have been under 25. In the background, heavy metal music was playing rather loudly. Though the apartment was rather messy, it was not dirty and the odor was very homely.

"Kayan," Mystro said as he sent a greeting nod.

"Hey," The man named Kayan replied. "So what brings you here, bro?"

"Kayan, there is a new target i want you to watch." As mystro said this he handed Kayan a flash drive. "Everything you need to know is in the file named 'Aina.' It is a male Xandrian and his name is Jayden."

"Well dude, you know know the usual agreement. Let me see it." Kayan said holding out his hand. Mystro pulled out the money he took from the bank and handed it to Kayan. Kayan quickly counted it. "A bit more than last time." Kayan smirked. "How generous of you. This one must be high profile."

Mystro responded with a more than serious look. "Whatever you do, don't let Raistlin know about this one. If this man is guilty of what I suspect, he's mine. That much is certain. This means this one is between you and me, that's why the pay is higher."

"Got it, bro. How long should I watch him?"

"Just keep me posted, I'll tell you when to stop."

"Gotchya. You wanna hang for a bit?"

"Sorry Kayan, I'm a bit busy. Besides, this isn't my kind of place." Mystro chuckled.

"Haha, guess not. Well, take care."

Mystro left with a nod.

OOC: Kayan

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

Raistlin smiled even more as a huge juicy steak was brought to him. He didn’t care how much it cost; it was going to be worth it. Before he dug in, he ordered the barkeep to bring him a bottle of wine, the best they had, the whole bottle. Raistlin didn’t care much for only a glass; he just wanted a whole damned bottle all to himself. Using a knife, he started into the steak slowly. He then poured some steak sauce onto his plate to dip the streak in piece by piece. Placing it into his mouth, it almost put a tear to his eye. It was delicious, the combination of the steak sauce and the juiciness of the steak exploded into an array of magnificent taste. It was one of the most delicious things he had tasted in weeks.

The barkeep returned with a bottle of white merlot wine. Popping the top of, Raistlin started to drink straight from the bottle. It was exquisite. Raistlin was a man of finer tastes, picky judgments, and today he couldn’t be very picky. Everything was cooked to perfection, and the wine tasted great.

He finished half of his steak and a quarter of the wine when it happened. The few people at the bar had started to freak out unexpectedly. Looking around, he noticed something almost instantly; they were all drinking the same thing. They started to mutter, and a few of them spoke of hearing something telling them to stop. Continuing to look around, he noticed that the waitresses and the barkeeps had no idea what was going on. They were just as confused as the patrons of the bar.

However, there was one in particular that didn’t seem to be shocked at all. As if to confirm his suspicions, he overheard the waitress speaking to her. “Ma’am, are you okay? It looks like everyone that’s tried our new concoction is freaking out over something. All of them but you.”

Raistlin turned to the barkeep in front of him. “You, put this in a to go box, I’m going to want to eat it later. Leave it on the bar, I’ll pick it up when I’m done.” He slammed 175 in cash on the bar to pay for the meal and the wine, “keep the change”.

Using logic, and the observations he had seen and heard, he was able to come to the conclusion that the girl with the brown hair was the source of the commotion. The patrons of the bar spoke of hearing something, and they all freaked out but her. He could only determine that she was able to send her thoughts telepathically; meaning that she wasn’t a normal human. (Or, that was the assumption he would make.)

However, this meant that she was either an Advent human, much like himself, or a Xandrian human. In that case, he would strike her down where she stood, grab his meal, and finish it elsewhere. However, he would have to ensure that she had no idea what he was thinking. He thought of an image of a brick wall, and focused on it, as to hide whatever thoughts he truly had behind it. Body movement would have to be restricted, and facial expressions were going to have to be faked, and limited.

He then stood up, and walked directly over to the girl. “Good evening, I couldn’t help notice such a pretty little thing drinking all alone at a bar,” with a smile on his face, and a gleam in his eye, he held out the bottle of white merlot wine, “care for some company?”

 

[Valkyrur]

How long has it been now?

The recurring question played itself back and forth through her mind. Staring brazenly at the clock, she didn't even bother to pretend to be focusing on the lesson as her teacher gazed in her direction.

"That's all for today, class, remember to read through Chapter Nine, and write an essay on it."

The class groaned on hearing the last bit, while Shirayuki quickly stuffed everything on her desk into her bag, and left the class - this time, taking care to be clandestine. It wasn't so hard for the girl, considering her tiny frame. Her hair, jet black as it is, seemed to camouflage her amongst the shadows of the back of the classroom, which never was quite illuminated by the daylight.

Shirayuki was promptly out, and with a lighthearted gait, made for the exit. Before she could exit though, a burly young boy, seemingly older than Shirayuki was, stepped in her path. His face sported a case of acne so bad it probably seemed more like disfigurement. However, what he lacked in facial beauty, he had in muscles.

Those, though, he didn't particularly enjoy portraying with 'beauty'. He preferred 'menacing', as per his reputation.

"Hold it girl, where do you think you're going?"

Shirayuki cursed internally, before putting on an awkward smile.

"I've already paid my dues, Ron."

"Oh is that so?"

Ron was pushing it, clearly keen to extort money.

Already, an urge welled up within the girl. She was tempted to reach down into her bag, produce that little book she always brought with her, and with pen in hand, dictate an end to this nonsense. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She had promised, and she was going to keep it.

Reaching down into the bag, she gently caressed her book, before grabbing her wallet. She grabbed a wad of cash then, in one swift motion, thrust it to the bully.

"Don't try to fool me girl. Don't think I don't know. The walls have ears."

"Goodbye."

And with that, Shirayuki exited the school for the day, scowling as she faced away from Ron. All lightheartedness was now gone. In it's place, anger, bordering on apoplexy - which itself, is not too much of an exaggeration.

There was a limit to patience. Once was fine, twice was 'okay'. Thrice was pushing it, and any more was the limit.

Shirayuki sighs, grudgingly trudging her way back to the orphanage.

 

[Pandora]

Standing up more straight so that she was no longer leaning on the wall, she continued to observe the people who she secretly connected with. Some were calmed down by the waiters and several bartenders while others were calm, but were still talking about what had happened. There was still one more thing that she had to do in restaurant, but she had to be very stealthy to carry the plan out - considering that she would have to go into a place that would be restricted to patrons. She would have to wait for the moment though. Not every person around the bar area was paying attention to the scene any longer, and some were patiently still waiting for their orders of beverages or food. Many of the bartenders and employees were scattered around the building, making sure that everyone remained calm. It wasn't as easy for them as they hoped it would be, so they might stay around for a while. But there had to be some kind of distraction to get them all in one place AND to keep the customers in their own business.

As Rouge was contemplating her next move, the corner of her left eye spotted a figure approaching her. Now what? She thought to herself as she turned her head back to the front of her. The person that headed near her was in fact the guy that she had spotted after she had left the bathroom earlier. His hair looked longer when he was standing up, and his eyes - his eyes. . .they were sharp yellow, a feature that stood out the most on him now that she got to see the front of him. But what exactly did he want with her? As soon as he came to a stand still in front of her, she began hearing him out.

“Good evening, I couldn’t help notice such a pretty little thing drinking all alone at a bar. Care for some company?”

There was a bottle of white merlot wine in his hand, and he was offering it to her with a plain smile on his face. It seemed oddly strange that he would come over and talk to her right when the situation with the other patrons had only calmed down slightly. The majority of the people eating and drinking had their attention averted to see how the employees were going to handle this, but this man had walked up to her as if nothing happened. Very strange. Her thoughts had defined the next thing that she realized as well. It seemed like this guy had no thoughts in mind at all - either that, or something was preventing her to be able to tell what he was thinking. Possible effects of the Maelstrom vodka? Probably not. Despite that she hadn't even left the building yet, she could already feel the effects beginning to calm down within her; and from what the bartender told her, the supplements were supposed to 'increase' concentration, not weaken or block it.

But she wouldn't let the red haired man see her suspicions easily. She smirked at him as her eyes looked down at the bottle he was holding and gently took it out of his grasp, eventually looking back up at him.

"Thank you for the offer. But . . ." She paused mid sentence to grab a spare clean shot glass that sat at one tables to pour some of the white wine out. She held the bottle to her side with one hand while she brought up the other to drink from the glass. Drinking more alcohol when she had just witnessed the effects of a Maelstrom was probably a bad idea, but she would only drink enough to make it look like she was content with his company - when really, she was sizing him up for any other hints of what he could be planning. Thoughts weren't the only thing she relied on in matters such as this.

Her sight never left his own, even though her current focus was on his facial expression. There were a small amount of mouth muscles visibly being used to make the smile he had on - when it really should have been the majority of the muscles under the skin tensing up from the smile, like the way he was smiling the first time she had glanced at him on her way out of the restaurant. Her eyes slowly shifted to examine the rest of his body. Aside from handing over the wine bottle, he was barely making any movements. In fact, he was too stiff to be approaching her calmly.

All that remained was trying to see what he was thinking, but somehow that didn't work before, and she skipped that factor for now. All she knew was that this guy was up to something. She closed her eyes briefly before finishing the rest of the shot and staring back up at him - finally finishing what she stated before ". . . I'm waiting for someone to come and sort all of this out first." She was referring to the commotion that she had intentionally started for the initiation of her plot. "Not only that, but I'm waiting for some vital information currently, so I can't really speak to anyone else this moment unless it's . . . important."

Her smirk stayed on her face, but she had added some emphasis to the word 'important'. If there was something this man wanted from her, he'd better ask for it now. She heard a pair of double doors open from near the bar area, and bending her head slightly over to her left to see what was going on, she saw a man walk into the main bar area from the back rooms, and he looked mad. All of the employees attention was on him now, so Rouge could only guess that it was the manager.

"Alright, what is all the rucus about, huh!?" He asked loudly. He had walked towards one of the tables, telling some of the patrons that they would have to excuse their employees temporarily. "All of my workers, meet me in my office so you can explain to me what just happened."

The only problem would be that it would be hard for some of the workers to explain thoroughly what had happened, but they all obediently began to head to the back of the bar, most of them excusing the patrons for not being able to figure out the meaning of the issue of what had happened. The patrons as well as the other people had went back to what they were doing before the incident, some waiting patiently for the employees' return. This left the actual bar area completely empty, and not many people were paying attention to it at the moment. This was her chance to take action, but she had to first leave this man. From what she could see, there was another door in the bar area besides the double doors that possibly led to the manager's office. The window on the single door showed darkness on the other side, so it must have led to somewhere outside - possibly an alleyway, an alternative way for employees to enter to. Rouge knew what to do now to remain unseen by the other people.

Rouge set the bottle of wine down on the window ledge to pull out her cellphone, checking the time on it and looked back at the man; gesturing that she was about to leave the place - only to enter it again from a different way. "If you'll excuse me."

 

[Captain Squee]

Mystro hadn't noticed it before, but the whether was rather nice. It was not too cold nor too warm and the air was easy breathing. However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted with his phone ringing. Naturally, he answered the call, despite the fact that the number was unknown.

"Hello?" Mystro answered.

"Hello," A voice spoke. It was the voice of a male and rather deep at that. "Mystro, the target got away. Should I pursue?"

"Was there confirmation of him being in the Xandrian organization?" Mystro responded.

"Yes, he was a new affiliate."

"Then no."

"Why not?"

"He'll be our courier. He will tell the Xandrians about what had happened. Did you go against something he had written?"

"Yes, I had."

"Then one of two things will happen." Mystro went on, "He will assume you were a fellow Xandrian and report it to his people. He will say it in those words. If he has a suspicion you were not a Xandrian. he will report that as well. Either way, it will work out well for us. Leave him be."

"Alright, if you say so."

"Anything else?"

"Nah, that's it."

"Ok, meet with you soon."

Hanging up, Mystro continued to walk to his car now. He was headed back to the HQ.

OOC: Short, but it's all I feel like typing. Not in a good mood right now, and I'll continue this later on.

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

(OOC: Short post. Have fun, Raye. )

Raistlin watched as she signaled to leave. It was sad that she wouldn’t get very far… With no other options, he dropped the charade as he took a swig of wine from the bottle. Dropping his mental guard of a brick wall, he made sure he projected his thoughts to where she could hear them. Telepathy isn’t something an ordinary human being should be playing around with, Raistlin thought. Some people get very, very, wary about that.

“So, if you wouldn’t mind… Do tell me what your profession is. It wouldn’t happen to include writing now would it?” the disgust in his voice was obvious.

 

[Pandora]

(Nice baby post there. )

After she made it clear that she had to leave, she had slowly began walking away from the spot. It was a good thing on his part that he wasn't going to try and stop her - otherwise, she'd have to resort to other means she found necessary. The narrow walkway should have practically been a few feet away from the building, so it would barely be a challenge to try and find it. She managed to walk up in front of the entrance of the building and was close to pushing through until something very alarming went through her head and had halted her in her tracks.

Telepathy isn't something an ordinary human being should be playing around with. Some people get very, very wary about that.
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The thoughts had played through her mind, and ironically they weren't her own. Her head turned back to her left to glance back at the man, finding out that the voice came from him. He was drinking directly from the wine bottle, looking smug at first, but when he stopped drinking his look turned very serious.

“So, if you wouldn’t mind… Do tell me what your profession is. It wouldn’t happen to include writing now would it?”

There was a big sting to the way he said "writing", and she noticed that his full attention was on her now, his eyes practically staring daggers at her. Rouge's hand still laid on the door panel, but then she turned her whole self around to look back at him. There were obvious hints that he now knew one of the several things she was capable of doing, and a big hint that he was suspicious as to another thing she could do. But at the same time, it hinted that he wasn't exactly a normal passerby either. The tone of his voice when 'writing' was voiced out was clearly disgusted - and the only kind of people that Rouge figured would do that would be. . .Advents. She slowly began to realize why he had walked up to her to talk to her of all people, and of all times to do so, and she immediately found his presence to be threatening.

Despite that the question asked had caught her off guard for a moment, Rouge found it to be quite easy to answer. Her profession lied within seeking out secrets of the world -whether it be a place, a legend, or an item- and learning more and more about the human body and its capabilities; and barely had the time to write down anything she discovered or write down a possible idea of a story she had. Writing people's names down in a notebook and being able to control their fate at will was an ability that she was somehow born with. Not only that, but she did not take pleasure in doing so and rarely thought about it, unlike most of the Xandrians that possibly do. The thought of the question at this point almost seemed like an accusation as well, which was something Rouge didn't appreciate - at all. She had gone from surprised to somewhat irritated, but she wasn't going to hint in any way that she was a Xandrian. Besides, the answer to the question was technically the truth.

"No. . .it doesn't."

And that was all that was spoken. Her gaze stayed on the red haired man for a few seconds before pushing the door open with her back, and then finally stepping outside. She checked the time on her cell phone once more. 9:37 it read, but it didn't feel that early in the night at all. There was a slight breeze that had blown against Rouge's face, and it felt a little relieving as she began walking down to where she suspected an opening would be. To her prediction, there was an alleyway right next to the building, and there weren't many lingerers around that would probably wonder what she was doing. Beginning to realize that the manager wouldn't hold the employees in his office for too long, Rouge had went from a walk to a small sprint into the dark walkway.

It looked about as gloomy as all of the other alleyways she could imagine, and it was also used to throw away any trash that the customers more than likely left behind. Looking to her left, she saw the door leading to the back of the bar area, and she walked straight in front of it. She wondered who the idiot was that made the knob of the door without a lock. It wouldn't be a surprise if the restaurant got robbed often. She opened the door by a small crack to look at the perspective whoever could be facing the direction opposite of where she was looking through. She most likely wouldn't be seen if she opened the door very slowly and crawled in. With that in mind, she had lowered down to her knees, beginning to slowly open the door inch by inch so that no one could notice, and then stepped inside of the area. She crouched down even lower as she proceeded to close the door behind her, and looking to her right, she noticed that there was a hidden storage room where some of the alcohol was stored. A perfect spot to search for where the bartender was hiding his substances.

She had crawled over to the area until she was absolutely sure she could be seen anymore, and then stood up and searched all through the shelves. She hadn't seen anything at first. There were a whole alignment of bottles and jars that were filled with different sorts of drinks. There was ale, vodka, rum, tequila, and all other sorts of beverages lined up by category. Rouge snooped through the shelves from top to bottom - discovering something hidden behind the row of tequila. Two little bags, filled with some sort of blue and white powder, were labeled with the letters 'GB' and 'G' - both acronyms of Ginkgo Bibola and Guarana. It was nearly too easy for Rouge to find. Taking the two bags, she had noticed the trash disposal at the other corner of the room. Quietly, she had walked over, and dumped the powder into the disposal, following with the bags themselves. She felt a smile form on her face, knowing that step two of her plan was complete. Only one more thing to do.

Managing to use the methods she used to get inside the back of the bar, she did the same thing to go back outside into the alleyway right before the employees were dismissed back to their stations. She had walked down towards the end of the alleyway and took out her cell phone. Xandria would probably be interested in who she met tonight .

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

Raistlin watched, carefully, as the girl left the bar, and entered the alleyway. With a smile in his face, he followed as she pulled out a cell phone. Unfortunately for her, the alleyway was a dead end. As she was turned around, Raistlin pulled out his Katana, and thought aloud to ensure that she could hear him. You left rather quickly, girlie. I didn’t get a chance to show you something. Without any warning, he thought of the two that he killed just this morning, and made sure to conjure up images of their mutilated bodies and their black books.

I’m not a big fan of your kind, and from what I gathered, you’re one of them. The lie in the bar was an obvious outright lie. Leaving as quickly as you did only confirmed it. Damned shame, really, you’re rather cute. He stopped thinking as he let electricity escape from his body. The lines of it being enough to kill the average human being, he often did this to install fear in an opponent.

“I do hope you’re somewhat more fun than the last two. Oh… I knew this was going to be a good day, I get to kill three Xandrians!”

Without further notice, he drew his katana forward and went for the charge.

 

[Pandora]

{I got your voicemail. Sorry for not being able to answer when you called. But I believe I may have had my first meet with an Advent Human. A man to be exact. If you get in contact with me later, I'll describe the situation to you.}

Rouge pressed the send button once she finished composing the text message. She couldn't call Xandria right away, since she had sometime else left to do; that and the text was just a heads up on what was happening tonight, and Rouge knew that Xandria hardly ever text back - not that there was any need to this very moment. The moment when her phone confirmed that the message was sent, something snapped into Rouge's thoughts out of nowhere.

You left rather quickly, girlie. I didn't get a chance to show you something.

And then something happened that Rouge was not expecting. Her view on the alleyway had faded just a little bit, but contrasting right over her sight were subliminal images that were rather gruesome. She saw two men, laying on two different beds in what would seem like a hotel room. One of the guys had a rather large and deep wound in the middle of his chest, and there was blood all over the area of the injury. The second man was looked even worse - blood leaking from his mouth, his expression looking like he was in deep shock, and it looked like there were burn marks all over his figure. What happened to these guys? And why am I seeing this? Rouge wondered herself. The next set of images answered her question. The scene changed to the cabinet next to the beds, and laying wide open inside of the cabinet were two black books each with a good amount's worth of writing on the pages, and they looked similar to Rouge's. These guys were Xandrians.

Rouge shoved her cell phone in her pocked and quickly turned around to see who was giving her these messages. It was the same red-haired that was questioning her inside of the bar. He did that to them? Rouge's expression of bewilderment had turned into anger, but the man had stared back with a devious smile on his face - as if he was expecting her to be surprised to see him. He was also holding a rather long Katana, something Rouge hadn't seen while in the bar, and just knew he was going to put to usage. Those two guys were sprawled on their beds as if they were asleep before the massacre. What a tragic wake up call it must have been for them.

I’m not a big fan of your kind, and from what I gathered, you’re one of them. The lie in the bar was an obvious outright lie. Leaving as quickly as you did only confirmed it. Damned shame, really, you’re rather cute.

Chances were that those men most likely didn't do anything to this guy, yet they faced an untimely death anyway because of him. That was most likely his plan with Rouge - approaching her at the bar at the most unusual time, questioning her about writing, playing more mind games than she was originally planning to, and now he had cornered her in this alleyway; he was just begging for trouble. She couldn't really say that he was the best lie detector though, even if he was skeptical of her. Hell, even if he knew what her plan was -and understood it- he probably would have still suspected her of being a Xandrian Human, so he wasn't stupid either. But as of now, as long as he hung around, her plan would have to be put on hold momentarily.

The thoughts had ended there. She blinked for a second, and then saw that electricity had suddenly jolted all around his body. Now this was something that was definitely inhumane and something that ordinary humans shouldn't be "playing around with". Rouge could have sworn that his smile turned more cynical during that moment, and noted that she probably wouldn't get away from him easily. She didn't doubt that he was a fighter, but she wasn't about to back away from her first encounter with an Advent. Glancing behind her for a moment, she noticed that there were several metal boxes to her left, and then a high ladder leading to the roof of the building around where the sharp eyed man was standing. She definitely didn't want to attract any bystanders to this situation, so she would need plenty of room to move around on without worrying about others getting hurt - and the roof was the perfect spot.

“I do hope you’re somewhat more fun than the last two. Oh… I knew this was going to be a good day, I get to kill three Xandrians!"

Rouge's attention immediately locked onto the man as he began to dash toward her. She crouched down slightly, putting one foot on top of one of the metal boxes next to her and placed her right arm behind her back, getting a tight hold on Malady. She focused on his momentum, calculating the right time to jump once he got close enough. It wasn't much effort to figure out the answer, and it wasn't much of a wait either to initiate it. Once he was about 10 feet in range of her, Rouge immediately exerted pressure on her left foot, pushing herself up into into a high jump - and she was practically soaring over him. Luckily for her, she was high enough to get a hold on the bottom bar of the ladder, and she evened her balance out by having her feet up against the wall. Still holding on tightly to the bar, she drew out the silver pistol and held it facing the man's direction.

Don't push your luck.

She sent her piece of advice to his mind directly before pulling the trigger .
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[Abstract Debauchery]

(OOC: Short post, but I think it gets the point across. )



Raistlin looked up into her eyes as she jumped up towards the ladder. Turning around, she had a pistol aimed directly at his head. Don’t push your luck, he heard in his mind. She pulled the trigger, and Raistlin vanished into thin air. Using his teleportation, he was now back at the front of the alleyway. Poor choice of location, he thought as he fired lightning from his fingertips, hitting the ladder dead on. A woman on a metal ladder while lightning was being conducted through it was bound to kill her. However, Raistlin didn’t want it to end that quickly. He made sure that it would only wound her… greatly.

 

[Pandora]

( OOC: How could I have forgotten ladders were made of metal? Derp. )

Rouge watched as the bullet shot towards the man's head as smoke had flowed out of Malady from firing. Within a split second, however, the man had vanished, leaving confusion in her. She glanced around to try and see where he had went, and then she had finally spotted him standing near the front of the alleyway with two of his fingers raised together.

Poor choice of location.​

A spark had flashed from his fingers, and then a streak of lighting had headed not towards Rouge, but the ladder she was holding on to. Lines of white and blue electricity had scattered all around the ladder's figure, and they had found where her skin was touching the metal, and the jolt had trailed up her arm within a blink of an eye. Rouge cried out from the shock (OOC: No pun intended), and she was forced to let go. The drop was only 6 feet long, so she managed to land on her feet without the pressure of falling affecting her too much. She managed to stand up partly and rubbed her left arm as she bit her bottom lip from the pain. She could barely feel her touch against the skin, yet she could still feel the heat of the shock resonating underneath, and it was excruciating. Luckily, she was holding onto the ladder with her left hand, and her right hand was the dominant one that she used. She had a feeling that the lightning strike could have been worse, but it would take a while to regain the feeling in her arm.

She glanced up at the man who stood near the front of the alleyway. Unless he was distracted somehow, going on the roof was now out of the question. There was no other visible way that she could get up on it in this area without possibly getting attacked by electricity.

"So that's how it's going to be . . ." She murmured. She had only hoped that no one would come near this area unless they wanted their lives to be in stake. Rouge could only guess that he's killed enough people before she met him.

She grunted a little as she forced herself to stand up straight. She had put her silver pistol away and brought both of her index fingers to her temples even though she couldn't feel her left one, eyes focusing on the man's face. In an instant, she sent a subliminal force wave through his mind and into his brain - making contact with the pons within the cerebellum. Since the man was visible, the force of the wave should have been strong enough to scramble the functions of his muscles, and Rouge knew that it would most likely be hard trying to move. He wasn't the only one capable of numbing the body's senses on this ground.