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The humans are at it again. Another World War is brewing and this could easily mean the end of all life on Earth. This time, the supernatural community cannot just watch it unfold from the sidelines. Within this society of various creatures, monsters, specters and more, many are divided on what to do about this imminent threat. Two factions in particular uphold the leading solutions for this. One is the Peace Pact Faction, which is create peace and equality through diplomacy among the paranormal and humans to rid this world from the notion of war. The other is the Divine Retribution Faction , which believes the humans are incapable of being anything but destructive on their own and need to be enslaved in order to learn their place.
Both factions want to live in peace, but ultimately have different viewpoints on how to achieve it and find the other idea idiotic. The Peace Pact Faction calls the those from the Divine Retribution Faction DVRs, DV from divine & R from retribution. DVRs record and playback things that have already aired and the Divine Retribution Faction wants to enslave the humans. Since slavery is an extremely old concept, this would be like calling their solution a rerun. In exchange, the DRFs call the Peace Pact Faction members peace preachers.
Ultimately the leaders of the society have decided to send 3 representatives from each faction to go out and investigate the proper course of action. Once they've reached a decision, the rest will move accordingly. Time is of the essence & each representative must keep in mind that the humans have no clue they exist.
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[b Character's Name:]
[b Character's Picture:]
[b Supernatural Race:]
[b Faction:] Peace Pact or Divine Retribution
[b Role in Faction:] This is pretty much why your character was chosen to represent. In other words, what does how does your character stand out from the other faction members? For example, having some connections to the faction leader, being an active force in the cause in a specific way, having a huge following of creatures that support the way you go about spreading your factions cause, etc.
[b Misc:] If there's anything else that needs to be known, put it here.
[b Peace Pact Faction: - FULL]
Character's Name: Andreana
Supernatural Race: Wolf Hybrid
Faction: Peace Pact
Personality: Most of the time she's calm, collected, and very thoughtful. But when she's on her spiritual journeys, don't disturb her or else you might find yourself facing a wrathful priestess.
Role in Faction: Andreana is a priestess, who preaches the path of negotiation and non-violence. She has built up a pretty strong following, especially from those who had participated in previous wars and knew what sort of destruction happened during the wars.
Misc: When she goes on her spirit journey, one of her eyes goes to a lilac color while the other one stays the same light blue. She also grows very sharp claws over her fingers.
Character's Name: Tsuki
Supernatural Race: fox hybrid
Faction: Peace Pact
Personality: Pretty chill, reserved and lowkey playful, is very calculative in her thought process and plans, can be nice when she wants to, has anger issues sometimes, gets bored easily, looks for entertaining things to do, has a keen interest for anything artistically messy, has a chaotic side
Role in Faction: Is chosen to represent because despite her quiet and reserve and calming appearance, her ideas and actions are rather explosively creative and somewhat messy. She thinks outside the box and her heart is in the right place. She has good morals despite her frustrations with the humans sometimes. Also her older sister is good friends with the leader.
Misc: she has a tattoo on the back of her left shoulder, her inner upper right arm, likes to drink, and smokes.
Character's Name: Yatsu Chikushou
Supernatural Race: Yaksha/Human Hybrid. Mother was a Yaksha and his father was a human.
Faction: Peace Pact
Personality: Yatsu is a laid back man with few things that catch his interest. Good talks a good drink and a reason to swing his blades. Though only being half-blood the thrill of battle still runs in his veins. Any chance to swing around his blade he will take. He is a man of honor and duty and will repay any debt he incurs. A man with a calm simple demeanor and a sense of humor. He's straightforward and despite his sense of duty still has a thirst for battle. He's a living contradiction despite his hard headedness he is aware of this fact. He's no tactician but he's more emotionally intelligent than he lets on.
Role in Faction: A Wandering swordsman who had incurred a debt to the faction. He had caused trouble for the peace corp in the past getting into a fight. However, an old man an officer had stepped forward to defend Yatsu despite the deeds he had seen potential in the child. Calling off his arrest for the damages he caused and Yatsu being raised the way he had by his mother. He feels the urge to repay his debt to the peace corp. Even though a peaceful world seems awfully boring to him.
Misc: Despite his formidable combat ability his ranking in the faction has always been rather low. Strangely he has been elected a representative even so he doesn't command much respect or authority. He's seen more as a deviant waiting for the chance to use his blades again.
[b Divine Retribution Faction: - FULL]
Character's Name: Alicia Kazeki
Supernatural Race: Tengu
Faction: Divine Retribution Faction (DRF)
Personality: Very protective of the entire supernatural community, proud, willful, finds being carefree as a luxury but enjoys the calming feeling of flying in the air
Role in faction: Her uncle is one of the DRF leaders and she’s been an impactful voice to the people to take their place above the humans. Since the humans can’t ever find harmony among themselves, Alicia truly believes that the best way to save their world is assert their superiority and keep them in check.
Misc: Besides the community, her wings are her pride and joy
Character's Name: Anathuil and Anethe human names: Riley Silvers and Rulian Blind
Gender: male and male
Supernatural Race: Xirn
Faction: Divine Retribution
Personality: Riley is very refined, calm, collective, and a very silver tongued person. Rulian is very bubbly, out going, but intelligent and very seductive.
Role in Faction: Riley is one of the higher leaders within the Divine retribution where Rulian is his brother and a fellow leader, both have a very high standing of followers both supernatural and human alike. Not many actually have seen the two in person in their true Xirn forms, and may know them to always be together and work as a pair. you won't see one without the other close by and its usually a switch off between the two who is beating the crap out of people and taking names.
Misc: The two don't go by their real names so to not inform those in the field that they are two of the leaders of the group, so Riley goes by Ri(rye) and Rulian goes by Ru (Rue). The only way you can tell the difference between the two is their eye color. Riley has a dark blue while Rulian has an almost white shade of blue eye. Riley's breath power is a very powerful gas that can be used like a knock out gas or if intensified enough a very lethal toxic gas. Rulian's breath is that of sound from a small irritable noise to a brain damaging sound. Both Riley and Rulian have angelic feathery wings; to be exact each one has four pairs, or eight, wings.
a Xirn is a dragon type angel that had been banished from the heavens during the great war between the angels and demons, as they did not pick sides, but chose to stay neutral in the fight. Originally thought to be the guardians to the garden of Edan Xirns are a lot like dragons, they have an elemental breath and have a harden leathery skin instead of the plushy human skin. Their eye colors are based off their elemental powers. Hunted down by their own kind Xirns are a rarity and can be found fighting both angels and demons. Xirns also are believed to have some type of dragon like feature such as horns, tails, scales, etc.
Xirn are not known to keep their actual form as they are to large to go unnoticed, however they can manipulate their body form to take on the aspect and look of other races, their preferred races however are the angels, Nephilim, vampires, and demons. although they are known to also take on the aspects of elves, fae, merfolk and the like as well.
Puppet master: Guardian Angel
Character name: Ylva Grimhildsdottir
Age: 1,250 last she checked
Faction: Divine Retribution
Personality: Ylva is a wise and caring Valkyrie, though years of dictating the ebb and flow of combat has most certainly left it's mark. Looking down upon those she sees as below her, she can come across as condescending and patronizing. If someone catches her eye, though, she will guide them down the proper path as any mother would. Of course, the only way to save the humans is to enslave them. They are far too dangerous to be left to their own free will.
Role: As someone who has been on the front line near constantly for the past thousand years, she knows how dangerous the humans are, to both themselves and everyone else. The Manhattan Project made a lot of extra work for her. Having been one of the more influential figures of the Divine Retribution, mostly because she was one of the first things the dead would see as they passed, she has been assigned to "enlighten" those at the talks.
[b Reassigned from Mission]
Character's Name: Azrael
Supernatural Race: Angel of Death
Faction: Divine Retribution
Personality: Azrael is very a very cynical creature but his wit and sarcasm provide relief from the darkness he was born into.
Role in Faction: Azrael has been a bearer of death for many generations. Although he is a loner by nature, Azrael has been charged with leading the lower ranking angels. While he has disdain for humans, and wishes for the DRF to control them, he finds no joy in lives lost. He performs his work solemnly, respecting even the shortest lives.
Misc: Azrael is often seen to be in the company of a hellhound, Garm. Garm is large, scruffy black dog, whose eyes glow red when he feels threatened or when he is out haunting.
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[center [h3 Valkyries and Demons]]
[center [b "Salutations fellow human being" Yatsu turned while he looked the women over with a light laugh. He wasn't exactly subtle but the way she was talking? Yatsu found it hilarious and a bit charming too. He offered a light whistle with a grin as he shook her hand.]]
[center [+darkred A replacement for that stiff huh? Guess that puts in different factions huh? Doesn't mean we can't get a friendly drink together though huh?]]
[center [b He didn't have a defined loyalty to the peace corp. Honestly how he felt about humans? He wasn't even entirely sure he was half human after all but that hardly affected his preference either way. He grinned at Ylva though it was meant to be a flirtatious grin it came off a bit insidious with a strange aura. Maybe if one was perceptive enough they could tell he was checking her out not trying to eat her. Though on a surface level? He almost looked like he was more so trying to pick a fight rather then take her out for a drink.]]
[center [+darkred Hey the names Yatsu Chikushou but Yatsu's just fine! A pleasure to make your acquaintance Ylva!]]
[center [b After shaking her hand aggressively he stretched his shoulders out. Regardless if he'd be going alone or not he was dying to go out and get some Sake.]]
[center [h3 OOC]]
[center [b Sorry if the post is a tad short been a bit since I played Yatsu so trying to get back into character!]]
[font "Times New Roman" [size14 Ylva stretched her wings and back as she made her way towards the Hall of Divine Retribution. Having been one of the original Valkyries, most of the Norse pantheon knew of her, as did most of the other Valkyries. As she approached the Hall, Valkyries, Tengu, Jötunn, and even a Serpopard fled her path. Whispers fluttered through the frigid air about her being on a war path. Passing a skin walker, she made her way into the Hall. Looking towards a very regal looking Tengu male. [#24f0d1 "Renkoku!"] Her voice boomed across the Hall, conveying her annoyance and frustration. [#24f0d1 "Why in Odin's name has all of Azrael's duties been dumped upon myself and my ladies?! You know Valna has been worked to the bone. During peak war season, no less."]]]
[size14 [font "Times New Roman" Renkoku merely stared at Ylva as she brought her production his way. His posture was composed and his eyes were steadfast with authority and reason. [#85f067 "Ylva. No need to worry. Azrael had to be recalled to his post due to some unfortunate circumstances with his replacement. You are the most qualified person to take this on in his stead."] Renkoku did not need anymore complications. He was already on edge with the nature of this mission as much, if not overshadowed by the personal risk involved. Azrael's failed replacement sent everything into utter chaos, and more was still being added. He took a deep breath that came out almost as a sigh. [#85f067 "As for Valna and the rest, the outcome of this mission will be a determining factor in their upcoming workload. So this, not only lies in your jurisdiction, but will be in your favor to have a hand in it."] He paused for a moment to let her ponder his words. [#85f067 "Nevertheless, the decision is final and you'll be leaving at once. Cieron will direct you from here."]]]
[size14 [font "Times New Roman" Receiving the news with grace, Ylva nodded to Renkoku. [#24f0d1 "Thank you, Renkoku. I shall depart immediately."] After getting instructions to Cieron, and a written set of new orders to give to Azrael, she turned on her heel. Making her way out of the Hall, she flapped her wings and took off towards Cieron. After a short and concise discussion with Cieron, and a quick spray of the Blend, Ylva found herself on the surface world.]]
[size14 [font "Times New Roman" Watching humans walk around, not killing each other was kind of refreshing and unsettling in it's own right. For over a thousand years, all she had seen of these creatures were their blood thirsty and wrathful side. Attempting to ignore them, and her senses not alerting her to nearby deaths, she made her way into the store. Hunting Azrael down wasn't that difficult, especially with that hell hound of his. Giving him the orders from Renkoku, Ylva got a quick briefing and rundown as to what the plans were currently, before heading off to do a little shopping for herself. Not quite sure how these things worked, she wanted to make it clear to the other five representatives that she was here on business, not for leisure.]]
[size14 [font "Times New Roman" It took Ylva a bit, but she found what she was looking for. In a shop a few stores down, they were selling formal wear. The man behind the counter was more than happy to assist her, if only to get the oddly dressed woman out of his store as soon as possibly. Ylva didn't mind it though, as she didn't want to interact with such a lowly being any longer than possible. After taking some quick measurements, and choosing a style, she was brought out five jackets, each with matching blouses and skirts. Handing the man her card, she watched as the lowly being pushed some buttons onto a box, and jumped a little as it beeped. Seeing the man not react to the beeping, she relaxed a little, watching the numerical value increase with interest. Not quite understanding the connection between the number displayed, she vaguely heard the cashier mention a "sale", and the number decreasing. Handing over the plastic card when prompted, she completed her purchase. Borrowing a changing room, she quickly changed into a white blouse, black skirt, and black jacket. Gently taking the rest of her clothing, and a briefcase which she bought quickly, she headed towards the front of the other store.]]
[size14 [font "Times New Roman" That was when she spotted the odd looking human lifting a table with one arm. Coming to the conclusion that such a person not only being supernaturally gifted, being in this general area, and not being a part of the representatives were very low, Ylva made her way over to the musclebound creature. [#24f0d1 "Salutations, fellow human being. I am here to replace our companion, Azrael. My name is Ylva. You may call me Ms. Grimhildsdottir."] She offered the creature a handshake, as she was informed was a customary greeting Topside.]]
[center [h3 Start Of A Journey]]
[center [b "So this is the human world huh?" Yatsu wouldn't struggle fitting in. The only thing was his right eye being of demonic nature. It seemed the humans had ways of changing eye colors sure... But the way it appeared? Maybe that couldn't easily be explained away? Except.. The council had ways of hiding such things it appeared.]]
[center [b The first thing Yatsu wanted to do? Was get a drink. Perhaps it was the wild swordsman in him but he was curious if humans had found anyway to grow stronger since last he met one. His father was a strange case who used to combat with the demons. needless to say his father's thoughts on the matter changed when he met Yatsu's mother. Still Yatsu was curious... He was here as the peace corp though wasn't he? He shouldn't be trying to pick any fights with "Tough" opponents. So a drink it was! The others however seemed more curious to get clothes.]]
[center [+blue Nice Samurai outfit man! Is that Edo period?]]
[center [b A man called to Yatsu as he strolled. He chuckled lightly offering a simple wave but no exchange of words. So that's how his outfit appeared? An edo period "Samurai" he's heard of Samurai and the code of Bushido. It was a class of warrior like many others he respected. The "weapons" these cosplayers had? Along with their "armor" seemed... Impractical and frail. "It must be ceremonial yes?" than again he understood some of humans from his childhood. The humans liked to dazzle and wonder on the supernatural. Despite not knowing it truly exist.]]
[center [b Yatsu didn't ponder on it long. It was hard for an idea to keep his attention long. It seemed they had been given the humans currency to make purchases such as clothes. Yatsu had gotten nothing but long jeans both torn and not. With a few plain T-Shirts, he barely even paid attention to all he got he'd look later as he packed it tight into a suitcase. Yatsu looked around the store before finding a nice marble table.]]
[center [+darkred How much for this? Hmm.. Maybe I shouldn't.. But I like the style. I could just carry it till we find a place..]]
[center [b The table was rather large and unwieldy and the shop keep had only tilted his head. Yatsu had grabbed the table with one hand lifting it up under his arm. Even by other supernatural creatures standards? Yatsu's physical prowess was immense. On the negative side he couldn't wield or cast magic. Even by Demon's standard Yatsu's never met one with more brute force than him. The shop keep had stammered a bit as Yatsu blinked tiling his head confused.]]
[center Your.. Oh I get it! Your a magician right? Is this for a new tv show? You guys get me every year but this takes the cake! How'd you do it?]
[center [+darkred Magician.. You have magicians? So you can use magic now huh..]]
[center [b Yatsu put the table to catch up with the others. Interesting.. If humans can use magic now? Maybe they weren't so hopeless. Was this part of the mission? To learn such things? Maybe he should tell the others of the "Magicians" he's learned about. First though.. He grinned looking back to see Andreana was going back for more.]]
[center [+darkred I see she's enjoying the humans shops well huh? Isn't strange how many humans try to mimic the appearance of her and Tsuki? The ears and the tails? Do they mourn not having such things? I for one enjoy not having either one in the way. So how about we look for a tavern and get a drink?]]
The land of the humans, the upper world. It was a change of scenery to the usual supernatural world which somehow badly coexisted under the natural world. Whether the change was for the better was debatable, on the one hand you had something different to look at while on the other hand you were living within a society where people had an aptitude combined with a high tendency for violence. An interesting combination, existing in a world which had beauty but every second faced the threat of total annihilation. And there was the question their group of six, seven if you asked Andreana’s opinion, had come to solve, whether by convincing the humans or going exterminatus on them.
Now Andreana had in the past traveled to the human world so she wasn’t completely lost, but those inter-world travels had been few and mostly consisted of visiting various temples and churches to have theological discussions with human priests, popes, and whatever other name for all the religious positions there were. If one wanted a long and interesting debate about the religions of the human world then Andreana would be the best bet amongst the group, but that was her limit of the understanding of the human world.
Andreana eyed around, meticulously scanning everyone and everything as her nose took in the smell of the place. The humans, every single one of the what seemed millions of them, wore costumes which either have them an animalistic appearance or something even Andreana could not comprehend. Even though her understanding of the human world was shitty, Andreana knew enough that this place hosted one of those human things where they dressed up completely out of the norm. A good starting location to find more suitable clothing to help blend, for the six, [i [+purple Seven you idiot narrator]], looked out of the ordinary and being in a place which was all about existing out of the norm would divert all suspicion.
And now they were issued a quest, to get some more suitable clothing. Evidently inside this building no such clothing could be bought, the only clothing in this place would be helping in making oneself look even more out of the ordinary instead of more ordinary. This meant walking outside of the building and exposing all six, [i [+purple Seven!!!!]], as looking out of the ordinary. But that didn’t mean anything, it appeared as if the people outside the building who hadn’t or couldn’t get inside enjoyed watching those inside come out.
They all followed Alicia’s lead, the six, [i [+purple SEVEN, not six but SEVEN!]], entering the same clothing shop. That’s where they split up, each finding their unique taste in human fashion to wear.
As Andreana walked around, her curiosity focused on a particular set of clothing. [+purple “Interesting and curious”], clothes which purposely had holes in them. Andreana felt them over, the smoothness of the countless pants and T-shirt’s interrupted by sudden holes. She nodded her head, accepting the curiosity to wear these purposely, partially destroyed clothes. Picking out six, [i [+purple Sev...]], please excuse me for a moment.
[i If you continue to be triggered by the word six, I will shut your mouth.]
[i [+purple You wouldn’t dare. ]]
[i Oh I will. You are causing me great annoyance and distracting my audience from what I am trying to write. Interrupt me one more time and you’ll be silenced faster than snapping fingers to wipe out half-a-world’s-worth of population.]
[i [+purple ...]]
Six pairs of pants with holes, three pairs of blue jeans and three pairs of hiking jeans, and six T-shirts, all with various metal band logos. Before leaving, the council centaur had given them each those plastic card things which humans used to make purchases, giving the six of them exactly the same way to purchase things. Along the way to the cashier register, Andreana snagged a baseball cap, all black with a silver hellish design to go all with the rest of the clothing. All these clothes made the cashier mention something about a punk girl, which Andreana did not want to pursue for it sounded as if a ‘punk’ wasn’t exactly a good thing. But Andreana didn’t give a damn because she was no ‘punk’, whatever the word meant, she was a dangerous priestess.
After changing out into a pair of jeans, a single hole around the right knee, and into one of the T-shirts, Andreana joined the others to discuss what would happen next. Before the next word could be said, Andreana ran back quickly to buy a brown belt for humans usually wore belts with the blue jeans.
Pride, that was his sin and that would be forever his vanity. Ra knew of it and so did the other council members. Of course his unlimited knowledge on the world around them meant that he had a slight up on the other members of the group. Even with that access to the human world Ra kept to himself on tendencies and those who's jobs would force them to come here to the world were other matters. The Angel of Death, And the more frequent visits of other members; it was to be expected others would have more insight into the specifics of areas they would visit while on their travels. Ra had a vast knowledge indeed, but not into minor details such as language, frequented spots and areas to avoid during the day or night or even areas to avoid all together.
Appearing at the front doors of the convention the group at first went in to walk around only to have several point them out and guess what it was they were trying to "cosplay" as. Many Guessed Ra had dressed up to be the character Harley Quinn the King of the Fairies. It had mostly bothered him to know he looked a lot like the little bugger who he hadn't seen in nearly three centuries much less spoken to the thing for differences in opinion on important matters. Before he could say a word the others were off towards the exit and hopefully to a more peaceful part of the mission and away from all the eyes.
It wasn't until the Xirn had ran into one of his companions that he noticed she had stopped. Rubbing his noise a little bit he followed Alicia's gaze and had it fall upon nothing less then Wings. Brutal...Savage creatures humans were Harvesting things from creatures that had no way to defend themselves from humans and even less to defile them with paint and god knows what else, even less to have them glued back together to form the wings that were on the person's back. Watching as the person made the wings move through some kind of mechanical works set inside the wings themselves he had half a mind to go up and rip them right apart, but like Alicia kept walking as it was better if he did not.
Having the odd feeling crawl up his spine across his sholder blades where scales and wings alike would be began to settle in the back of his head Ra closed the gap between him and the others as they went into clothing stores close by. The store owner made a comment about how they must have just come from the Con looking up and down the group at their clothing and how he could understand why they would want to stop and get "normal" clothing instead of walking around town in their customs all day. Paying the shop owner no heed the creature walked around the male's section to find what he was looking for. His usual attire while within the human realm, the suits. Of course instead of dawning on his usual business man full three piece suit he instead put on some black jeans that would work just fine if they had to fight or run. He also placed upon himself several different shades of button down shirts only to settle on two black, one white, and a silver gray tone. As he walked towards the counter to pay for his items he picked up one more thing, a crown of sorts or a wreath of golden wire shaped in the form of vines.
Placing all his items on the counter the shop keeper rang up all the items and looked towards Ra. [b "I hope you found everything to your liking. We have limited dress cloths, but I'm sure they look nice on you."] Nodding he paid for his items and stepped into one of the dressing rooms like Alicia had. Glad with his choice of cloths Ra took a wet rag and wiped away the Goo that was left over from the mist spray they had used. It felt good to have his wings free for even a moment. Shifting his body around his wings folded into his back with a few popping noises coming out of the dressing room he was changing in. Having now his wings tattooed on his back the only notable difference was his eye color was now a golden hue instead of a natural brown, hazel, or amber.
This was it. The Surface. The land where those humans dwell. The place that cut down her father. Yet, here she was among them, with their smiling faces, dressed as if they were some form outside of their kind. Though, that was putting things nicely. The outfits looked as if they were made of low quality scraps. Their weaponry looked so easy to snap in half, one flick of her pinky would decimate them all. [i 'Was this some sort of mockery? A mere ruse to make themselves feel more powerful? These creatures and their arrogance...']
They would gaze at one another from far away, pointing, smiling and laughing. Many of them gathered together in little pockets. Some would separate to join other groups and use this rectangular device and face it towards each other. It looked really awkward to keep and hold. The bulky thing was about the same size as their entire hand. They all had one too… [i 'Is that a new human requirement?'] They always kept it somewhat accessible. Maybe that was some type of mass system they used to control the collective.
Listening in, none of it was in nt'gri. Of course it wouldn't. There was no way mere humans would know the unidimensional language common among all supernaturals. As she continued to pay attention to them, she began to feel this soothing energy flow into her. She could feel how it started from the bag gently resting along the side her back, then traveled along the strap that crossed to her opposite shoulder, up her neck & made a home within her mind. As they continued to talk, Alicia could understand them. This enchanted backpack was teaching her their language—Spanish.
Alicia was wondering if the rest were experiencing this as well. However, Tsuki was sharing that she knew some things about this area and could find place for them to stay in. Deciding it would be a better topic for their gathering, she didn't bring up the language thing.
They agreed to look around before heading out. Azrael also suggested they get new clothes to blend in. Alicia added [#c99013 "That all sounds good. We can also get a better idea of our environment and take note of any spots to check out later on. It's convenient to have you here, Tsuki."]
Continuing through the convention, Alicia noticed some humans walking around in colorful fuzzy encasements with enormous weird-looking eyes and features that could at best be described as animal inspired. The more she saw, the more she noticed how much their ‘cosplays’ varied from one another. There were even some wearing bright capes and holding signs.
As she listened to their comments about each other, she heard them getting excited to see ‘a good Capt’ or arguing about who another human was supposed to be. When it came to comments about her group, it was a lot of the latter. They kept trying to identify what they were supposed to be and each kept defending their guess. Of course, no matter what their minds could come up with, it'd be wrong. Yet, they were all adamant that they were right. It was funny how flustered they got even though they were all wrong. Funny, but not. Greater versions of that were why they were here.
Since Azrael said the clothes sold at the convention wouldn't work well outside of it, they made their way to the nearest exit. On her way out, she noticed two distinct cosplayers with poor excuses of wings strapped onto them. The were just painted feathers adhered in the shape of wings… bird feathers. Those were actual bird feathers! Those subnatural ingrates defiled so many of their pride and joy, and morphed them into [I that] like it was nothing. How many died for this? They're not even as trophy pieces, just senseless debauchery.
She stared them down, ready to tear out their throats. There was no way they got all of them from molting. Humans were too greedy and crude for that. Just like— Alicia looked away from them & continued out the door with the rest of her group. She couldn't afford to finish that train of thought. Back. To. The. Mission. Back to. The mission. [I Or there wouldn't be a mission to go back to.]
They didn't have to go far before finding suitable shops. There were a few stores to look through and these clothes weren't going to make them stand out. Alicia's main goal was to find something bearable where her back could be out. Although her bare skin felt weird without her wings, it would be worse to feel trapped by having it covered by fabric.
Surprisingly, they had workable options. There was this deep orchid colored dress with ribbons for sleeves. The front stretched just below her neck and wrapped around while the back of the dress ended along the middle of her back. The skirt went a bit past her knees and had enough material to flow in and out as it wrapped around . So if she needed to run or jump, she could without being impaired.
As she continued to look, she noticed that they called tops that close off around the neck were called halters. During her search for more halters, she found a 'jumper' that also matched it. It was both a shirt and pants in one. The jumper was black with countless narrow streaks surrounded by small strokes of white, powder blue, and aqua. Each one reminded her of flowers stretching out along a tree branch. The top of this one scooped to the top of her chest and had long thin straps that tied behind her neck. A wide strip of fabric was set around her waist to adjust the fit, also done by tying. The legs of it went straight down, but the outsides were slit open, allowing for more air, room, and convenience.
Including some 'strappy sandals' and a few other items, Alicia liked what she found. It would be weird to admit it, but she it was hard to deny. Humans could make some nice outfits. She grabbed a few variations of certain styles, and headed to the counter. Although she could understand what they were saying, Alicia hadn't tried speaking yet. So, when the worker asked if she found everything okay, Alicia attempted her first reply. It was a bit awkward and it felt weird, but the words really came forward.
There wasn't any dialogue until after the transaction ended. He thanked her for shopping as he handed her the 'receipt' and a bag of her new clothes. She tried speaking again, [#c99013 [I "Is there a place to change?"]] It sounded more natural since she had a better idea of what to expect. He directed her to use the changing room or the bathroom. She wasn't ready to visit where humans relieved their waste. She would go in if she needed to for some reason, but that wasn't the case. After entering the fitting room, she changed into that jumper she tried before, wanting to leave the dress for later.
After everyone finished and met back up, she took note of everyone's style. It was interesting to see what they all chose. As they headed out, she turned to their most capable guide. [#c99013 "Hey, Tsuki. Did you something to drink or are we going to have to find some alone the way? Also, does anyone have a food requirement?"]
Most of the group seemed to agree with Tsuki’s idea, and Azrael was no exception. “Remember to keep an eye out for more appropriate clothing while we explore. We won’t exactly blend in outside of the con.” Azrael said.
He looked down at himself. He was still wearing his large black robe, which would certainly not be appropriate for their mission. He felt a little ridiculous in it now, even at the comic con, where people wearing ridiculous outfits was encouraged. The robe was out of place, but it wasn’t as if he could escort people to Death’s door in sweatpants. His job earlier that day seemed very far away now.
Azrael was used to suppressing his natural appearance in the human world but this was his first time using the Blend. His wings were of course fully hidden but there were more subtle changes as well. His true eye color was disguised, going from solid black to a much softer brown. His skin lost its grey hue and as a result he looked more alive and he looked human.
The group wandered around the comic con for a bit, taking it all in. At first, they were mostly silent as they walked through the convention among the humans. In their own individual ways, they were adjusting to the transition from their world, to the less familiar human world. Azrael had done it countless times, but every location brought something new. He hadn’t spent much personal time in Bogota, so he was relieved when Tsuki spoke up.
They didn’t have much luck finding any suitable clothing at the comic con. There were t-shirts and costumes but they needed more than that. Azrael suggested they move on and search for shops outside of the con. They stayed near the convention center though so that they wouldn’t stick out. They found several shops with clothing that would suffice for their mission. Azrael purchased one formal black suit, as well as some more casual clothing. He changed into his new clothes before he left the shop. Now he wore a pair of dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and a button-up shirt that he left open to look more casual. Of course, his robe had to come with him one way or another, so he stuffed it in one of the clothing bags he’d gotten from the store. They were beginning to look more like tourists with all their shopping bags and their matching kit bags that Cieron had given them.
Now that their disguises had been taken care of, it was time for them to secure a place to stay. What came after that, Azrael did not look forward too. Drinks were fine, but it was the expectations that came along with it that worried him a little. They would finally sit down to attempt to figure out how they worked as a team, and what was needed to be done to drive the mission forward. He was eager to make progress, but teamwork was not exactly a skill he had needed to perfect in his line of work. Fortunately, it seemed like some of the others were more skilled in that area. This knowledge reassured Azrael as Tsuki led the group to the place that they could stay.
[center [h3 Setting Out]]
[center [b Yatsu had the others prepare and head through the portal. Yatsu had decided to pass on the spray. All he had to hide was his red eye and he did that with his hair. If needed he could hide it with an eye patch. As for the black markings? He could write that off as tattoo's easily enough. Even though Yatsu's father was human he didn't know exactly a ton about them. Probably more than most demons but that didn't mean much really.]]
[center [b He saw the foxy woman had given the dark-haired male some reassurance that he would fit right in. Even though they were part of different factions she seemed kind to the man all the same. Well, Yatsu didn't feel the need to exactly be nasty to the other side. He wasn't even exactly sure where he stood despite his placement. He knew the old man had something to do with this like when he was first spared ages ago. What was the reason though? Yatsu had decided to not think about that as he saw the woman use the spray herself. Her rather attractive tails and ears were at the blink of an eye gone. Yatsu had walked up right beside her as she started talking about a plan to get some drinks and get to know each other. He had nodded agreeing with her but he had decided to comment on the spray she had used.]]
[center [+darkred It's a shame the humans can't appreciate your more... Foxy attributes.]]
[center [b Yatsu had given her a playful grin this time, less threatening than the last. He hadn't meant to before and really hadn't realized it. Though he may have seemed like he was just hitting on the girl. That was also his way of sharing he didn't enjoy her and the others had to hide who they were. Funny considering he was part of the peace corp huh?]]
[center [+darkred I'll gladly take you up on those drinks. I wouldn't mind taking the chance to look around and see how the humans spend their time.]]
[center [b He said agreeing with her plan she seemed to have an idea of what to do. Yatsu was glad it meant it wouldn't be up to him to come up with an idea. So far everything she said seemed pretty reasonable. Yatsu almost felt bad that he really didn't wanna go on this mission. He was more suited for combat missions. The last thing he could go around doing was going around slicing people up. He'd have to find other ways to spend his time. In a way, it was a simple mission, right? Just observe the humans and give his honest opinions on them. It seemed there was a lot of rules about not losing things and such but all in all it didn't seem too bad. This mission would only be stressful if you really had strong beliefs one way or the other. So Yatsu thought maybe it could just be a fun vacation though he wasn't the type to let himself get rusty and lay back and relax. Even so taking one break couldn't hurt right?]]
Quite honestly, she was a little relieved that the people around her had the same feelings of the role of leadership. Her eyes glanced over at Alicia, whom she barely ever talked to. She seemed like a good leader in Tsuki's taste but unfortunately, Tsuki was not fond of her bias against the humans. Though considering her position, Tsuki doesn't blame her. One thing's for certain is the fact that Tsuki is determined to steer clear away from the leadership position. She watched as Rulian and Riley fused together, somewhat intrigued. Her brows raised as she hummed, "I think you'll fit right in," she told the dark haired male.
As the centaur spoke about their location, Tsuki glanced at him. Her expression was rather dull but she was raving internally. Her heart sped rapid-ally as her mind spun erratically. Bogota, Colombia. She knew that place well, perhaps a little too well. But why? Why Bogota of all places? Her eyes narrowed narrowed at the half-horse half man, Cireon was his name. Bells alarmed in her head and her suspicion heightened.
Looking through her supplies she took out the spray. Carefully reading the content, her thumb caressed over the metallic bottle. Such a thing existed and she never knew. After spraying herself, she watched her reflection and soon her animal parts were completely suppressed. Tsuki's breath hitched as her fingers roamed over hair, gone. Her ears were gone and so were her tail. She looked... normal, like a human. Finally, she rid of her animal parts, for a while, and could finally look at herself without it. Although, tiny fraction of herself knew it didn't feel right.
As the arrived at Bogota, Colombia, she inhaled the familiar scent of the air. Her eyes scanned at the comic con costumes and a smile arose. Everyone looked like they were having a good time. Looking back at the others she spoke, "Coincidentally, I've done research about this place. I think I know a place where we can stay. Maybe we can all get together around a table and perhaps get to know each other, with drinks of course. After this, since we should take a chance and explore. That is... if everybody is alright with that."
Rulian and Riley had fused together the blinding light was a short burst of energy given off by his true form of the two merging together. It was an easy process, but a painful one merging two bodies into a single entity. First was the breaking of all the bones into tiny little fragments so that the bone structure would settle into a single thing as it regrew itself. Next was the painful tearing of muscles and destroying of each organ as the two merged. Last was the splitting headache of merging their heads together.
He would now be known as Ra, it was an easy simple form of his chosen names to use sense his coming from the council of the DFR. Ra watched as the centaur entered the room and explained to them the trip details How the bags worked and the request system for items from their realm outside of the food and such that would be provided as they went.
The person watched as the old centaur talk about their mission and the first destination they would be going to. Bogota, Columbia. It was a place Ra knew little about and tried to avoid with a very specific purpose. The population was the problem, there 8.081 million people within the sprawling city meant they would be well hidden even in their 'cosplay' type appear, but it was a place he avoided for the reason of being to large of a crowed for his own taste. That and most of the time he was in Northern Russia so the climate change would be different as well to adjust to.
Anu’s explanation of the rules brought a lot of clarity to how things were to be conducted. Having a safety beacon made their mission feel more real. They were going to the Surface— the place where the humans dwell, no, where humans rule and destroy. One mistake and that beacon would be their saving grace. Alicia knew all too well what happens to those who fail to escape in time. Old memories flashed before her. She’d never forget the sight of her father’s tattered body and decimated wings being carried past her. It was done so swiftly, but time seemed to slow down as the adults kept her from going near him. She never saw him again.
Alicia noticed he was talking about something else now, so she forced her focus away from that time and back into the present. [i No wings… Not even a feather…] Anu’s gaze was unsettling, but his words made sense. This would not only protect their lives, but prevent possible mutilation. Hiding her wings was the best way to protect them, but they only retracted so far.
She never mastered the art required to hide them within her back, more like she avoided that practice. The likeliness of needing that art was slim and her pride in her wings had little to compare. So, why would she have practiced a method to ‘put them away’? The math only just added up in this mission. Glancing at the others, there had to be a plan of action for them to blend in. Whatever the plan was, she’d just have to grit and bear the absence of her wings when she had to.
The last thing Anu mentioned was for them to stick together. It wasn’t hard to see why this needed to be stated. As thrown together this group was, it’d be easy for everyone to go their separate ways. In enemy territory, that could backfire rather easily and left little to no chance of them being able to reach a group consensus if they were able to reconvene. The entire mission would be pointless.
If Alicia was wary of Riley and Rulian before their introduction and claim to team captain, she was on high alert after. Good thing she wasn’t the only one. Divine Retribution and Peace Pact alike, they all seemed unnerved by their or his declaration. Alicia spoke before the converged twins could reply to Azrael’s remark. [#c99013 “I agree with the rest. It’s too soon to decide on a position like that. Let’s see who’s best for such a role as more trust develops between everyone. Like what Azrael said, we don’t know who’s best suited to lead this mission yet.”]
[b [#7d5a1c “Another reason why we’ve picked a starting location for this mission instead of taking additional time for you all to decide. You will be going to Bogota, Columbia. There are a couple of events there that will aid you on your journey,”]] said the centaurian elder from before as he approached the group.
[b [#7d5a1c “My name is Cieron. I’m in charge of guiding your departure. Before that,”]] he reached into a large satchel hanging from the straps draped across him. He pulled out 6 smaller bags and distributed them among the group. [b [#7d5a1c “inside these bags are some essential items for ur stay among humans. Each one has a safety beacon, a plastic credit card that is used to make purchases there, a passport booklet for identification, a communication notebook to request additional and/or refill supplies, and a special spray labeled The Blend.
The Blend is a mixture that temporarily suppresses external supernatural traits upon contact with skin, fur, feathers, etc. It does not need to be applied to a specified area as long as it is your body. Keep in mind, this effect only lasts 12 hours. Know when to reapply.
The notebook will let us know if you need more of the spray or if you all will need something else along your journey. We are able to approve or deny any requests. If approved, we’ll send a timeframe of when we will send someone to deliver the items and state the name of who sent the request. This will be sent to everyone. The one conducting the errand will be ported to the location of the person giving the request. If the time needs to be amended, write that in the book. Within reason, we will send 6 of each item for each member of this mission. Personal items will be handled case by case. If any or all items are denied, we will send a list of denied items. This will only be sent to the one making the request.
If you wish to change the name on the passport, you can do so by swiping your finger over what is there and stating what you wish it to be. Your change will automatically update in the human database. This will only work if it is your passport. The cards have ample funds. There is no reason for there to be an issue. Anu already demonstrated the safety beacon. Keep all of these items safe. If any of them are lost, we will deal with that on a case by case basis as well. If any, I expect no more than a couple of those. There are harsh consequences for negligence. However, if it is truly out of your control that is another conversation.]]
As Cieron finished his explanation of their items, Alicia found this to be a good time to ask, [#c99013 “What about clothing? I doubt our trends are the same.”]
[b [#7d5a1c “That’s where your initial location plays a key role. You’ll understand more when you get there, but one of the events is going to help your cover while you buy whatever clothes help you blend in. The other is a meeting discussing the events at hand. We recommend going there during your stay to best make use of the location. Are there any other questions regarding your departure or items?”]]
After making sure all inquiries were taken care of, Cieron announced that they had less than two minutes left to depart. He had a teleportation orb that will allow for any of the members to gather any last minute items that may have been forgotten within the hour break. It would take them to the place of the item and give them 30 seconds to grab what they needed before force teleporting them back.
When it was time to depart, Cieron had everyone use the Blend and grabbed a scroll out of his satchel and began to mumble a barely audible incantation. Even those with the most heightened enhanced senses would hear mere whispers. A portal appeared before the group and the last thing the centaur said before they all went in was [b [#7d5a1c “We wish your group success.”]]
When they came through on the other side there was a door behind them, tons of humans bustling around them, and a large sign saying Comic Con Colombia Bogotá before them.
Tension seemed to be sprouting between the six already. Everyone looked unsettled when the twins declared themselves as captain, and then shifted into their single person form. Azrael wasn’t so sure they had time for arguing or voting. The trip to the human world was meant to happen with little delay, which emphasized the urgency of the entire mission.
As leaders already, Riley and Rulian were used to taking charge, that much was apparent. Although Azrael didn’t exactly approve of their means of handling the power dynamic, he was curious to know what they thought the next move should be. Azrael introduced himself quickly to the team before he asked, with a hint of sarcasm, “Where do you suggest we travel to first, ‘ey captain?” He smiled before he added, “Voting wouldn’t hurt though, if we have time. Some of us may be more knowledgeable about the human world than others.”
Azrael himself had spent a significant amount of time in the human world. Obviously, he was there regularly on what he liked to refer to as “business calls”, but he also returned in his free time. Azrael had made connections with various humans throughout his long life. Some humans he considered friends, while he despised others. There were humans he only dealt with for business matters, and even a few he had been romantically entangled with, although such relationships were risky and very controversial among the supernaturals. He had witnessed the good and the bad in humans, but he’d been around for enough wars to leave him jaded.
In his experience, humans liked the chaos they created. That’s why Azrael sided with the DRF. He didn’t hate all humans, as did many of the supernatural beings that sided with the DRF, but he had seen enough to believe that they were unable to fix their problems on their own.
Azrael looked around at his new teammates, trying to gauge how they were feeling about the mission they had been thrust into. Most of them he knew of but hadn’t met previously. He wasn’t exactly someone a lot of creatures sought out, although there were always exceptions. He just hoped they could get along well enough to function successfully as a team. Failure was not an option for him.
[center [h3 Captain?]]
[center [b Yatsu had stood around the group keeping to himself. He hadn't really figured his opinion should have mattered that match. He was a living sheathed blade as far he was concerned. He wasn't the type of person to make this kind of choice. He had taken a deep breath letting the others talk it all out as he shifted his stance. Casually laying his hands behind the back of his head as he shifted the weight of his body lazily onto his right leg.]]
[center [b He had noticed a few of the women had a few animal traits to them. Something they'd possibly have to hide or find an excuse for. Yatsu had found himself looking at them both and to Tsuki as he gave a soft smirk. Knowing Yatsu it probably came off a bit more threatening than he had intended. He wasn't shy to admit to himself that the lady in question was rather attractive. He had looked to the twins a man fused into one taking the shots. Yatsu had taken a shrug he prefered not being in charge so this worked out for the demon.]]
[center [b All though the foxy little girl had decided to speak up. She didn't seem to appreciate him calling the shots. He found himself with a hearty laugh she wasn't just a pretty face at all was she? She had a fire to her! Yatsu liked that he placed his hands on hips with a grin letting his laughter die down a bit before speaking a smile plastered on his face.]]
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[center [+red Haha she has a point! I don't particularly mind who's in charge as long as I'm not stuck with the job myself. Not that my word is to be taken too seriously but..]]
[center [b Yatsu had taken a moment placing his fingers at his chin as he gave it some thought.]]
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[center [+red Perhaps we can take on a vote on the matter? Once we get to know each other better? Or have two captains one from each faction to keep a feeling of balance.]]
[center [b He had followed by with a shrug to indicate the rest was really up to them. If he was forced to vote on a captain? Well he'd cross that bridge when he'd get to it says to making a decision as he's never really given much thought to the bigger picture before anyway.]]
[center [+red So when do we head out? I might have to pack a bit before going. Don't worry I travel rather light.]]
[center [b Yatsu was the type to only take what he could keep on his person not really a whole excess amount of luggage. Most of all he would need his three blades. His two shorts followed by his greatsword if he could take a bit of sake he'd be glad too. If not? Well he only needed the blades.]]
As soon as they were given the instructions, Tsuki was out. She sighed, mentally drained from the situation that had just occurred. A few things she had to take care of before they left to the human realm. No one knew how long it would take for them to come back. Not like it mattered much to her anyway, Tsuki was quite comfortable in the human world and she preferred to keep that a little secret. Her little visits with the humans were kept under radar as she purposely made it that way, just the thought of being caught by anyone, especially the officials, increased her pent up irritation. The interrogations she probably would have to go through, possibly some tests or scans. She ignored her raging thoughts, continuing on her way. First things first.
It took a while before she gathered all the materials needed, heading out afterwards. Strolling past the trees and the over grown field of what seemed like rice, a hand crafted metallic tomb appeared in her line of sight. "Hi mom," her voice was softer than a whisper. It looked clean, her dad must've been here recently. Tsuki couldn't remember the last time she and her father visited her mom together. Not wanting to dwell on it she placed down two bottles of alcohol. One champagne and the other a cheap beer from the human world. Her lips quirked upward, two opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of the finest alcohol. But they were both her mom's favorite type of alcohol which was weird indeed. On the other hand, she held a handful of diphylleia grayi, or in other words, skeleton lilies. They were mom's favorite type of flowers and are only found in the human world, so Tsuki made sure to grab some seeds in her earlier visits and plant them at home. These flowers turned transparent when they were wet, creating a crystallize glass appearance, which was why it was her mothers favorite. Tsuki had watered them before she came so it could become see through for her mother.
Sitting down in front of the tomb, she carefully placed the flowers on the ground. Her mother use to love telling her all these life metaphors concerning the flowers which she chuckled at the memory. Tsuki's mother had odd taste indeed, but that's one of the reason why Tsuki loved her and why it made her so great. "A lot has happened since I last came, for me personally." She started. Tsuki slowly began telling her the events that unfolded, with the council, her trips to the human world, the dilemma that has concerned everyone.
Her mother absolutely was fond of the humans and would always go visit them. Tsuki knew that's where she got it from. Ever since she left, Tsuki followed in her footsteps gradually, though she was already much like her mother early on. But her mother knew secrets, things that Tsuki never was able to find out. Secrets that held important significance. Her mother was smarter than she was, she never knew how her mother was able to conceal her animal parts which allowed her to converse with humans freely. There was something that her mother had, an emblem maybe, or maybe some type of liquid. If only Tsuki knew, she would go and retrieve it. Her tail flicked around her and she stared at the furry content. Her fingers was burrowed in the soft texture and within seconds her anger skyrocketed. Her nails dug in the tail, her hold tightened and soon Tsuki's tail maneuvered away from the pain. If she could rid of her animal parts she would, despising every creature she lays eyes on, ironic.
Sighing, she leaned back on her arms, "There's been trouble in the human world lately. If it's not fixed.." her voice trailed off, the thought created a sharp feeling in her chest. She crouched forward, head into her hands, "They're in trouble mom. I'm not sure what to do. I've been picked to go along on the mission but-- it doesn't look great right now."
Tsuki's mother had a vision for the future, a world where both humans and supernatural can live in peace amongst each other. Change history, create a new world with new advancements. But the direction they're in now, a huge guilt and burden loomed over Tsuki, she was one person after all. A slight tingle sparked under her skin, a dull pain coursing throughout her body as it felt like it was tearing her apart, piece by piece. Her grip tightened around her head, a few droplets escaped from her eyes, "Tell me what to do."
There was a small boy, a small homeless orphaned human child that her mother adored and took care of when she visited the human world. She would tell Tsuki and her father all about him, James was his name, pronounced Ha-mez. The child was Latino from what she remembered. She would remember seeing him when she would rarely go with her mother to the human world, along with her father sometimes, but never directly meeting him. Tsuki would have loved to have him as a younger brother, someone who she can teach and be a role model to. She was excited but her mother could never bring him home, it was too risky and dangerous. It was their family's little secret. Tsuki would always constantly check up on him every time she visited the human world, ever since her mother passed. She could see the look on the boy's face, waiting for her mother everyday.
Tsuki had to succeed in this mission, for humanity, for that child, the only piece of her mother left in the human world, for herself, but most importantly for her mother. "Mom, please help me."
That took an emotional toll on her, lighting up a cig to help calm her down. Blowing out the puffs of smoke she walked back home and down to the garden where her father stood, seemingly waiting for her. Tossing the cig in the bin she walked towards him and smiled when he noticed her. "Hey dad," she stretched her arms out for a hug.
Wrapping her arms around Tsuki, she smiled at the comforting limbs, "Hey dumpling, how are you?" He pressed his lips on her head and she rolled her eyes at the nickname, chuckling.
"I'm good. I noticed you visited mom. The tomb looked really clean," she whispered against his chest. She suddenly didn't want to leave her dad alone and felt her heart pound in ache, tightening her arms around him. "Wish we could've seen her together."
Her father hummed rubbing her back in comfort, "I didn't clean her tomb, I can't clean that thing to save my life. It must've been your stepmother. She visits her often you know," he chuckled. Tsuki was surprised to hear that, wondering what she talks about. "I heard you've been picked. Good luck to you dumpling, you'll do great, you have help from your favorite sister."
She smiled, "My only sister." She grinned. "Thanks, im still worried though. I hope we can all reach a consensus and take action on a reasonable note." Her dad chuckled at her thoughts. "You know I'm always for meeting in the middle." She could smell the faint of oil paint on her father, which means he went shopping for paintings. She grinned, she definitely gets that from him.
They chatted for a while, enjoying each other's company before she had to start packing. "I should start packing."
"Alright dumpling, I'll let you go," he kissed her head one last time before unwrapping his arms. "You should really stop smoking by the way-"
"Haha, alright dad," she scoffed patting his back seeing as he smokes too, even though he's trying to quit, "speak for your self. See you soon, and take good care of my stepmom will ya?" She left him to his gardening duties and walked inside where she saw her stepmom and her sister, Andreana. She smiled at her softly, Tsuki should really start to reconnect with her.
But she stared surprised as her sister approached first, giving Andreana the weirdest look. Drink? Her sister asked to drink with her? She smiled crossing her arms as she leaned forward, "Oh? Looks like this priest does have a little sinful side to her," she teased but agreed. She walked to her stepmom to give her a hug and a farewell, thanking her for the clean tomb.
She grabbed a sweeter fruitier alcohol that she thought would suit her sisters taste. Persimmons and pomegranate. They sat together and Tsuki tried to mediate as she drank the alcoholic beverage glancing at Andreana to see if she was handling it well. Laughing at her sight she spoke, "It should be sweet."
They chatted for a good long time catching up on several things. Tsuki told her about situations happening with her, of course not everything, leaving the bit of her adventures in the human world out. This was a blissful bonding moment for them and Tsuki appreciated it greatly, having the time to reconnect with her. "We should do this more often."
After they ended their drinking meditation session, Tsuki went to go pack some things she would need. She assumed they could purchase the rest in the human world.
They arrived to meet up with the group still enjoying her time with her sister. She cleared her throat, "I don't think I've introduced myself yet. Call me Tsuki." She spoke staring at the others. Her ears perked when she heard that their animal parts would be hidden, is that something her mother used? She doubt it.
She frowned when she heard the leader of the DRF proclaim themselves as the leader. This didn't sit well with Tsuki, "I disapprove. You're not going to be the leader, I don't think anyone decided on that, I know I haven't." She stared straight into his eyes, his fusion form, "We don't need to establish something like that. We barely know each other, we don't need a status, at least not yet. I'm going to be frank, I don't think everyone here trusts each other much at the moment. As we go to the human world, we can take a little bit of time and get to know each other first. We just started, I'm sure we can set aside a time for ourselves to bond for a moment."
She was thinking about this rationally and wasn't in the mood to argue. Tsuki hoped that this was something they could agree on.
Now they had about two hours of time to prepare. Talk to people and say last farewells, or gather up things to take to the human world, or prepare the mind for the human world, or maybe some combination of all those things combines. It really depended on the creature, for each creature had a different way of thinking and different things that it had to take care of.
In Andreana's case, there were a few things she had to do. But out of all them, one of them was more important than all the other things. Anything involving family was always more important than anything else, even if family was a stepsister who you never really talked to, and that meant she'd have to talk to her stepsister Tsuki. But Andreana decided to leave that for last, since it felt the most awkward for her.
First things first, she'd have to switch out the dagger. The current dagger that Andreana carried was more suited for ceremonial events than actually defending oneself. Something to what the human priests of old had, but not used for the same bloody purpose of sacrificing various animals.
The other dagger, it was back at her house. Andreana did live by her lonesome self, probably for the best, even though she was always welcome at her mom's/stepdad's house. Another thing which added awkwardness to her relationships with Tsuki in addition to having Tsuki's dad marrying her mom after her dad had divorced for no unknown reason. There was also the fact that Tsuki was slightly more party inclined, perhaps lightly putting that, but Andreana didn't Tsuki being more party inclined. They had grown up differently, so it was only natural that there would be differences such as this one between the two of them.
Andreana entered her house. It was a small one with a few rooms, but she didn't have many needs. A small place to sleep, a bathroom with a shower, the meditation room, a small kitchen and a small eating place was all she needed. She didn't really invite others over, for even with one additional creature, unless it was something comparable in size to a small woodland creature it became a bit cramped.
Walking over to the bedroom, there was no door, there was a small wooden desk to the side of the bed. Opening the top drawer, Andreana placed the ceremonial knife and took out the other knife in the drawer. A human with one glance would call it a combat knife, which to be fair it was. The black handle with a blue tinted silver coloured blade was designed to be used for either attacking someone or defending oneself from attackers.
It was a bit of a hypocrisy at a glance. Why would someone who committed themselves to peaceful actions need a tool for less peaceful actions? Well, why not? Why not know how to defend oneself when that was the only way out, a last possible course of action? Andreana knew how to fight with either the staff, the knife, or with both at once. The staff or knife by themselves were dangerous, but together they became a deadly ranged and close-up combo.
Andreana picked up one more item from the top drawer, that was the sheath to the knife she held. Slipping the sheath to cover the blade of the knife, she then tied it to the left hip.
Now, to visit her stepsister.
Andreana approached her mom's/stepdad's house. She hadn't been here in quite awhile. She had used to visit quite often, but those visits had dried up to droplets of water on a sunny day in a desert.
She stopped, still a little unsure. Yes it was still home, but in a very loose sense. Had it been wrong to come out less often?
That was in the past, and she had to focus on the now.
Andreana walked up to the door, and knocked. A few seconds later, the familiar face of her mom appeared as the door opened inwards and into the house. As Andreana stepped inside, she tried to say something. But nothing came out. Andreana was having a hard time thinking of what to say, it all just felt awkward and embarrasing.
Her mom noticed this. Looking on her daughter, she could understand the difficulty in trying to say something. Especially after this long with no contact, and the fact that her daughter had returned to say goodbyes until who knew when.
Andreana's mom put a soft hand on Andreana's shoulder, looking into her eyes with that glance which said that everything was understood and that everything would be alright. This gesture made Andreana feel better, but there still remained that small pool of doubt.
After sitting down on the couch, Andreana related to her mom all the events that had transpired. Her mom listened patiently and attentively, attempting to make it easier for her daughter. She could still see that her daughter was fighting internally, a fight between keeping things normal and letting things go awkward.
After Andreana had finished her recounting, a still silence envoloped the two. Andreana was unsure of what to say, even turning her head down and away a bit while her ears drooped slightly. What else could she say?
Her mom could see that the next thing that would happen would be not spoken, but acted. Despite her daughter being grown and mature, Andreana's mother pulled Andreana into a hug. It was a motherly hug, to remind that despite all this that was happening that she was still a mom.
Andreana had been taken aback by this gesture. She had not expected her mom to hug her. But she could not deny that this gesture was comforting. It made all the other feelings go away, focusing only on this one comforting moment. She even hugged back, enveloping her slender arms around her mom.
They sat in this quiet, peaceful embrace for a few minutes. But as soon as Andreana began to move, her mother unhugged. As a mother, she understood that her daughter now needed to move on. With a smile and a kiss, she left Andreana on her own.
As to Andreana, there was no amount of "thank you" that she could shower her mother with. She understood that her mother had helped her in the current moment, as well as helping her for the eventual face-to-face meetup with Tsuki.
Andreana stood up, and was about to go and find Tsuki. But that wasn't needed, as Tsuki herself walked in. Andreana looked at Tsuki quietly, a sort of standoff starting between the two of them. Andreana hadn't talked to Tsuki in such a long time, hardly even saw her at all.
[+purple "Want to... drink..??"] Tsuki looked at her weirdly, as if not believing the words coming out of Andreana's mouth. Andreana repeated them slowly, and a bit louder this time.
It took awhile, but eventually Tsuki had opened two bottles and started drinking. It took sometime for Andreana to start drinking, for she wasn't used to the fruity smell or somewhat bitter taste of the alcoholic drink. But after the first few gulps with a screwed up face, Andreana adapted.
And the more the two drank, the more the two of them talked, catching up on the events that the other had missed. There was plenty to talk about, since they hadn't seen each other in quite sometime.
But eventually, this good moment had to come to an end. The two hours were beginning to end, and they had to appear back. [+purple "This should be quite an adventure"], Andreana's last words before going back.
In all honesty, everything that happened after coming back was boring. Talking about some sort of thumb activated recall device, followed by a rule against showing any sign of being a supernatural, and finished with the schpeel of sticking with a group.
For Andreana, the second chunk was a bit curious. If she understood humans correctly, then they had people who did what was cosplay, LARPing, or some other form of dressing up as things that they weren't. Being supernaturals just made it easy to blend in, all the group had to say was that they were all cosplayers or LARPers or whatever the fucking else and the humans would believe them.
After Alicia had formally introduced herself, the twins introduced themselves next. Andreana didn't like the way they self-proclaimed themselves the captain of this group. No vote or anything, just "I'm it" and that was it.
And even though the twins shifted into one being, Andreana still thought this whole thing was fishy. There were still two creatures, and that didn't exactly add up to three in any way. But, since the council had decided so, then Andreana would have to go along with it until the council decided to kick him out.
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