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[Void_Nugget]

Chancellor L. Denzorius
Chancellor Lorenzo Denzorius stood in his study with a cup of coffee, viewing a large portrait of his late father while looking at the morning newspaper put out on his desk, on a beautiful morning in Imperium, in the vast kingdom of Alterra. His thoughts shifted to the day ahead of him; he had several meetings with the council and a few less public meetings to attend. While the morning sun flooded through the window, he turned away from the image and sat in his chair, opening the paper and starting to read.

#23
As the beautiful morning light poured in through the window of #23's chamber at the Denzorius/Autumnfall household, he sprung from his bed and dressed quickly and gracefully. #23 marched up two flights of stairs from his room to Miss Winter's bedroom after he was clothed and presentable. He then knocked three times respectfully in rapid succession, saying simply, "Miss, it is morning; I will wait outside the door until you are decent and wish me to enter," in his normal cheery tone. He then continued to stand guard at the door, patiently waiting.
@The Dark Fairy

Applina Jones
Apple lay with her head on her desk before suddenly jolting awake. She quickly tidied up the papers and notes she had been looking through before washing and changing into a clean outfit. Once prepared she exited the dorm she currently called home while she was away from home and started a casual stroll through one of the many busy streets of Imperium, it had taken her awhile to become accustomed to the business of this country, particularly the sheer amount of people awake at this time, she took her usually stop at a nice fruit stall to browse the mans goods.

Queen Thea
Thea observed the sunrise from a high tree in one of her kingdom's lush forests before swiftly climbing down the tree's sturdy trunk and landing gracefully on the ground. She then walked back to Libertas' main village, smiling and waving to everyone as she passed by. When she finally arrived at her own personal hut, she sat in a chair in the corner and relaxed while waiting for the day to really get going.

King Brutus
Deep beneath the ocean surface where the citizens of The Deep can no longer tell the difference between night and day a massive behemoth of a man was sparring with several other smaller but still massive men and women, the fought savagely until Brutus had managed to put all of them down to the floor and then dusted off his hands with a hearty chuckle as he stretched casually, "Well done troops keep practising and getting stronger" he said in his deep booming voice before he took a seat in his large throne to nap for a second or two.

@|Bread| @Astrial @=Nightshade= @Angxl @RexOli

 

[RexOli]

Today, the beautiful morning would not find warm greetings in the residents of Jägersmann's manor house. All the heavy blinds were shut tight and would stay so for a while longer, allowing only slim strands of sunlight to illuminate the halls, occasional bustling staff, and Willow himself, who some claimed never actually slept.

Yesterday was... an experience. A family get-together. Willow penned the invitations himself and the Jägersmann's wide definition of family was on full, packed display. The staff kept themselves occupied by counting all of the Earl's favored butchers present and diligently reported the numbers to Willow throughout the night by the flicks of their ears- 14. Willow doesn't see why they are still surprised at this, since he knows them all by name and sincerely hopes Renold's husband could only not attend due to a poor schedule and not a serious problem.

He rubbed the cold oilment between his hands as he walked down the stairs, the hardwood creaking not once as his long legs skipped 2 steps with every move. He has long since stopped getting callouses from lengthy violin playing, but he is nothing but precautious. Having to take up wearing gloves without prompting could be taken as a sight on secrecy, and we can't have that.

Having a staff filled entirely with Usagimata meant that the house was as clear as on the day it was built before the sun fully risen, and he trusted the staff not to lollygag- through he might peek under some surfaces after the family goes out on the walk. The third re-check of the week never hurts.

Willow had to bow his head to enter the kitchen. The packet of dried fruit is the only one waiting for him there, the kitchen staff currently in the cellars or attending to the Countess, who requested to be awoken with readied breakfast to toughen her resolve for today's council meetings. His task for today wasn't requested but has proven to be appreciated any other time.

He tssked at the not-so-discreet cans pilled under the table in the corner. The leftovers from yesterday surely- he could smell the scraps of venison, the ones that were supposed to go to the dogs.

He deposited the packet into the concealed pocket of his breeches and tugged the table cloth further over the edge on his way out to the door. He would not let the staff get away with pocketed silver, but this- this is one among the small things he can do for them.

 

[=Nightshade=]

Z yawned despite her insistence to herself that she was not tired, and it was fine for her to take a 3am watch duty shift for the bakery near her school, keeping the animals and thieves away. Air escaped her in a puff of warmth, condensing in protest at the coldness outside into a small cloud before dissipating as the sun began to rise. Lux, Z signed to summon her weapon. It hovered, an ornate trident taller than she was, and Z made a few more hand signs, those for bird. The trident shimmered slightly, then shattered into dust, the dust reforming into several small birdlike forms that fluttered around Z’s messy head of white hair. She played with them a few minutes, then froze when she heard a noise.

A few deft flicks of her wrist later, Lux reformed into a slightly glowing feline shape, as large as a tiger. Z couldn’t actually say “Stay back!” but the growling of the huge golden cat left no room for doubt about her message. A swishing noise followed a scared squeak as a raccoon turned tail from the bush and ran, likely to raid some other poor vendor’s food stores. A couple hours later, Z entered the bakery and shook the baker’s son awake. From 6 and onwards, it was the boy’s job to keep watch while Z prepared herself mentally for school, whether that meant grabbing a catnap, taking a walk, or anything in between. The boy stretched groggily, no older than 12, before springing out of bed and beginning to open the store.

I’ll be back again in three days’ time, Z signed to the boy, reminding him of her next work date.

Yes, here is your payment, the baker’s son replied in stilted sign language, then held out a pouch of coins.

I’m mute, not deaf, there’s no need for YOU to sign, Z shot back good-naturedly. She knew the boy wanted to practice for his father’s failing hearing, and she’d been teaching him. It gave extra payment, so she didn’t mind. But she was tired and could definitely use some breakfast, so she waved to the baker’s son and left, Lux still walking in feline form at her side.

The crowds gave Z and her technically nonliving companion a wide berth as she walked through the streets of the capital. Imperium was far more bustling and crowded than her small Saxum village had ever been, though her memories of her hometown were rather fuzzy. After walking a little, Z circled back around to a stall selling what looked and smelled like fried squid. Or breakfast, how she saw it.

Z pointed at a squid and held up a finger, trying to mime that she wanted one. “Just one for you, lassie?” the shopkeep asked gruffly, accent making it clear he wasn’t native to the capital. Z nodded emphatically. “Are ya sure you don’t want a—“ Z nodded even more rapidly, quite sure she didn’t care what side dish he was about to offer. “Or how about a—“ Z, done nodding, took out the amount of money required for one squid, dropped it in front of the man, and took the squid, leaving without a backwards glance.

“Come again soon!” the shopkeep shouted after her.

 

[The Dark Fairy]

Winter

Winter turned in her bed as the morning light assaulted her eyes, she had been up for a half hour, but decided to stay in bed until sunrise. She got up from her bed, moving to her closet, grabbing a one shoulder white dress. She sat down at her desk, carefully brushing her hair when she heard a knocking. She picked up her golden watch from the corner of the desk, noting he almost had gotten there in record time. She listened to his good morning spiel while she opened her jewelry box to examine each piece to see what she wanted to wear, calling out to him when he was done. “Come on in!”

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Souft

Souft sat on the back of a carriage, soaking up the new morning light as the bouncing of the carriage rubbed his back in just the right way to get his itch. He had not slept, which worked well enough for him, as shadows had begun to haunt his eyes now.
The vehicle came to a stop. Souft noticed this, sliding of the carriage and into the woods stretching as he adjusted his knapsack and viewed the city in front of him, a critical eye sweeping over the town. Rich people, very high rent.

Spoiler: Hiding

He picked up his bag, pulling out his small shovel as he moved further into the woods, he scoffed as he found no familiar markings, something he would have to rectify, though not now. He carefully started to dig, pulling out one very large chuck of dirt, carefully carving a place for his bag and stowing it inside. He placed the dirt back, ruffling the grass and wetting the area to hide his belongings. His shovel got strapped to his waist, carefully counting his steps back to the trail, and scratching a tree on the trail to mark his place.

Souft made his way down the trail, stopping at a river as he looked into the water, quickly checking for people(and finding none), he sat on the bridges rail and let himself fall into the river below. He didn’t like swimming, though could. He thought of every possible other thing he could have done as he let himself float down the river, after he felt properly unkept and dirty, ridden with twinge and the like, he drug himself to shore.
Souft pulled his coat around him, shivering in his cold clothes, he didn’t need to fake that. He walked down the street, stopping at one he could have plausibly seen first from the river before reaching up to use the knocker on the door, waiting for someone to hopefully help the ‘poor soul’.

@RexOli

 

[Astrial]

Lucia
Lucia tossed around the small bag of coins in her hand, grumbling at how light it felt. Sure, last night's job wasn't big, just grabbing an old sword lost in a bet from a decently large household, but this wasn't nearly enough to buy anything relatively edible from the market. Still, she needed to keep a low profile, as much as doing so annoyed her, so petty coins and whatever scraps she could find would have to do until she got a new job to serve as a hiding place.

The sky was quickly lightening as the sun rose, and she'd soon be easy to spot from her rooftop perch. Lucia scampered down to the ground, her paws digging into the cracks in the walls of the dwellings of the less fortunate people of the capital. Her golden eyes gleamed through the small slits in her mask as she raced under the dying light of streetlamps that would no longer be needed as a new day dawned.

Lucia leapt to a stop as she came up in front of a small alleyway, wedged between a bookstore and an old café, both still mostly dark. Ducking into the crack between the buildings, she made her way to the back of the alleyway and pushed aside a few broken crates to find her bag sitting in the shadows. She rifled through it, making sure all her belongings were still there, before sliding off her mask and stowing it away inside.

Pulling down the black scarf that covered the part of her face that her mask didn't reach, she watched the sun's light finally fully breach the horizon and lit up the end of the alleyway furthest from her. Tucking her bag back away in it's corner, she dug out another, albeit more used, bag, one which held most of her leftover savings and a couple of fake papers that she used as an excuse for being out and about during the day, saying she was just delivering a few things for her master.

She threw the bag over her shoulder, careful to keep the side with the decently-sized, pick-pocket inviting hole facing her. "Note to self, scam some idiot for her bag sometime soon," She mumbled to herself as she stepped out onto the now sunlit streets. "Or find a shop that, A, has stuff that I can actually afford, and B, would serve a Daemon not buying stuff on some rich nobles orders." She snorted as she assumed the 'normal' walk she took on to draw less attention to her fox legs. "And people wonder why I 'resorted' to this life." She took off in the direction of the main market.

Colin
Colin absentmindedly brushed a stray lock out of his face as he sat on the bench at a well known bakery in the city, nose buried in a leather-bound journal and pen making quick flashes across the page. "My magic seems to heighten with emotion... perhaps the 'blood boiling' phrase does have some merit..." He mumbled to himself, jotting down more thoughts with every stroke. "From the journals in the library, it seems that random bleeding when overly emotional is normal in younger Magi, but not to the extent of mine..."

A sudden spot of red appeared on the page, and Colin stirred from his journaling at the sight. "Oh, speak of the Daemon..." He mumbled touching his nose to find a trickle of blood. "What did you tell yourself about not getting to into writing like this." He scolded himself, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the already dying trickle. Putting down the small square of fabric, he picked up his pen to make one more note before getting up. "How am I supposed to use my magic safely when I can't even keep it inside me until I need it..."

He glanced up at the time on the nearby clock, seeing there was still a little time before school. He also finally noticed just how hungry he was getting. "I spent to long writing, I knew I would do that again! Well, a late breakfast is better than no breakfast." Pushing his glasses further up his nose, he stowed his journal and pen in his small bag and walked off towards a large gathering off food stalls he'd spotted in the distance.

 

[RexOli]

@The Dark Fairy

Willow was just fixing up the bangles on his legs when he heard the nearing footsteps. No one has informed themselves and as such, he assumed a mistake- but then the knock came and he promptly rose to his signature board-straight posture. He looked through the wine-red mosaic glass in the door and his minute theory of it being one of their neighbors needing to borrow salt was shot down just as fast. No sleek silhouette of a suit, distinctive curve of a bustle or even a mix of those by the heart of his own. No, this was a very sad shape indeed, vaguely reminiscent of a dropped lunchmeat and shivering just as so.

Oh, bother. They tend to get beggers quite often- not many magi, ever since one of them tried to steal the food right out of the kennel, causing an unfortunate accident council was kind enough to scrub off the newspapers. Willow doesn't admittedly feel a shred of loss for that one, desperation is not an excuse for being foolish to such a degree.

But Daemon? In plenty. Partially his fault, he supposes. A noble house can't raise one such as himself into a high rank without giving others hope. Willow wishes it didn't work like that.

So upon opening the door and looking down at the offending visitor, Willow was shaken only on the account of the very real water that was soaking him. His mask of pure impasse did not falter once, but the doors were tall enough to show his entire person, giving full view at how both of his long his ears flared to the side, an automatic movement before outright blocking the door himself, but one doing it in a particularly lopsided way, as if questioning.

Beggars came with stories - noble attacked by raiders in broad daylight, dying triplets, one proclaimed herself a god re-born and offered a glimpse into numerous futures for lodging. Funny little thing she was, she almost made him nostalgic. Her case was also one off the most possible out of them all, as these streets were safer than the bulk of the city. Half the people here have a position in the council, and that was all that was needed when comes to deterrent. But story or no, the water was very, very real and he tilted his head to the side, already resigned to today's events.

"Sir, you're dripping on the porch. This isn't a place to idle at, but I know of one that welcomes it and would do you good- If you would come with me." His voice couldn't be described as the singing of birds or ringing bells. Instead, it was a stillness of crystal-clear water- Flat, but with a silvery lining to the simpleness of it. It was not a voice of one that judges, gossips too much or causes complications- maybe except those befalling the ones who met the full staggering force of Willows tendency to purr all his rs.

He shifted to the side, his feet still planted firmly in front of the doorstep, reaching out to grab his winter coat off the staff's hanger and to also give the stranger a full view of the just-awoken dog that came to 'greet' him- Standing just several steps away was Bitta, an elderly giant with a mane of golden fur framing her wrinkled, scarred face. Despite her age, the hound is a hound- she's been trained to ignore small game like rabbits, partially due to Usagimata's presence, but a cat? It seemed like she was about to decide the stranger's market worth at any moment.

Inviting the person in is out of the question, as it always was. Despite all but one of them sleeping, this house still currently houses three generations' worth of people who could see. Any person short of his own family is simply not worth the risk, but Willow is willing to go just a grain beyond for a fellow Deamon. The only reason he didn't whistle for all the dogs to come was that Willow was currently heading out, which Countess already expected, and with all others resting there was no one surveying his every move. As usual, Willow sticks to the little things or nothing at all. He hopes the stranger is aware of how lucky his timing is.

"Here, sir. It's a warm one, a beaver." Expensive too. But he has gotten it as a gift from one of his 'suitors', so parting with it will sting only partially. If this is a ruse, then hopefully the man got what he came for. If not- well, it really is warm. He hands it over, the gesture mellowing Bitta's rising growl. "It will keep your teeth from chattering, so can tell me your story as we walk. "

 

[The Dark Fairy]

Souft

Souft took the beaver pelt, it seemed to be of a very fine quality, especially for a Daemon. He wrapped the coat around himself as he stepped back to make room for Willow to exit, letting him take the lead as they walked. Finally warm, Souft spoke to the Daemon with him “I am a man of travel, I go from town to town, seeing the world one place at a time.” He looked up at Willow for a moment before looking back to the trail, they had passed many houses on the way here, though he’s have to inspect them later. “I was on my way into town, I had forgone sleep since I was only a few hours away, and as I crossed the bridge, intending to find a inn or the like for lodging, I meet three masked figures on the bridge. Two Daemons and a Magi, I had not the strength to fight, so my belongings were taken.” He sighed, as if disappointed in himself “I don’t know if it was a fist or spell that hit my head, but I awoke what seemed to be a long time after, on the river bank near your fine dwelling. I look only for a room to stay, as I don’t think I can keep a place in this area, and I can’t walk back to the last town for lack of resources, the same with the next town.”

 

[|Bread|]

- Geo -
Geo, carefully wakened by the morning sun, sat up drowsily. He had soon realized that his late sleeping was nothing new and it happens to be a bit in the late morning as he began to change into a normal school like outfit before heading from his dorm to enter the halls. The quiet yet rustling halls was nothing unusual, seeing as the growing sun began to shine through the windows that made the halls grow warm. He walked through the halls with a neutral expression.

Hunger pained him as he soon came to gain speed through the roads of Rusticus. Geo stopped, turning into a nearby alleyway which within came a much more convenient area of which he called home everyday as he traveled through town. He rustled through his pockets, the trousers of which he wore now were from yesterday, which gave a much more higher chance of finding something higher.

“Aha!” He said as he pulled out a small brown bag of which had a few coins. It happened to be enough to buy him a fruit or at least something that would go greatly with a light cup of coffee. But the thought of food was horridly causing him to come into a much more hangry mood. “Let’s go again, I guess.” From which he stepped out to the streets of Rusticus.

Finding a shop that sold fruit was an intermediate task. “Hello Sir!” He said, as the merchant looked up at him with wide eyes. “Could I buy an apple?” Geo asked for which the merchant nodded, holding his hand out to take the coin’s. He reached for the apple and took it, nodding a thank you, he walked back towards the alleyway to eat in peace before returning to the school. And while the area was seen a bit by passing people he hadn’t mind. And plus having water was an amazing thing to do for what seemed like wasting time.

- Altair -

The sunlit room was an alarm to him, as he soon got up. His Firey colored wings were almost glowing as he sat up to rub his eyes. He pulled his hands away and looked forwards to the clock at the front of room. It was late morning and by that time Aspen would’ve likely gotten out of bed to roam.

He quickly dressed and pulled out a red face paint type product and used two fingers to wipe it under his eyes. “Great! I’m ready now!” He said, pumping a fist as he opened the door. It led into a warm lit hall, from which he traveled down until reached a staircase. Her family was a bit rich and their house a bit big as well.

He stopped within the tracks of seeing a figure. “Ha….” He said quietly, as he realized that it was Aspen. I’ll get her, scare her alright! Altair thought as he flew behind her. He picked his up within his arms and gave a pity roar as he set her down.

@Angxl