Does anyone know where I could contact Octavia?

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I hovered above a small dog as it troted thru the halls of a brilliantly decorated house. I dodged as a young girl rushed past. her brown locks bounced against her back as she chased the now fleeing pup. I lifted a large painting from the perfectly plastered wall paper, and taped on a small stretch of metal paneling, and a small trap door revealed the slouched form of a little girl, clutching a monster puppet. I slipped back into my old form, and blinked open my blue, no, purple eyes. I bent my fingers in unison then reached forward with the dainty arm, MY dainty arm. I slid out of the howl and closed the panel. tried to lift the painting, which proved to be much heavier than before, and left it there on the floor

NAME: Olympia Rueslest

AGE: 15

SPECIES: Homo Sapien (Human) 

BACKGROUND: Long story, ask me some other time.

STRENGTHS: You won't see me coming, and I can make a lot of different arrows

WEAKNESSES: Fire

ANY PAST KILLINGS: Yes

WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE: Bow and arrow

OTHER: I only murder big bosses or big shots or leaders or ELLIOT 

I need to post something, so here goes. (I know I'm going to make a mistake or two--or ten--in this post, so sorry in advance.)

Jaaws~

[NOTE: If Catastrophe is somewhere else at the time of my posting this, the following events can have taken place a little bit in the past, when he was here.] 

Jaaws's talons were aching for action. Standing in a camp, helping assemble weapons, of all tasks, was certainly a job fit for those of lower rankings than she, and Jaaws hated being seen melting metal down into liquid as if she were a slave. I need to have a word with Catastrophe.

Catastrophe was busy making various preparations on the other side of camp. Shimmering out of view, Jaaws turned invisible so that no one would know where she was flying. Upon finding the boy, she landed with a heavy thud, creating clouds of dust around her feet. The air around Jaaws blackened, folded into itself, and suddenly Jaaws was standing before Catastrophe, who was examining...something.

"Jaaws, you were supposed to be helping make swords," said the boy without looking up from his...thing.

"I don't take orders, or so you may not have heard," hissed Jaaws.

"Temper, temper," reprimanded Catastrophe. "We're working together now, no need to get all hissy."

Of course, this made Jaaws even more mad. But she fired a plume of smoke at the dirt and that calmed her down, at least a little. Jaaws had a hard time with conversation with Catastrophe--there was something about him that just IRKED HER.

"Where's Whist?" Jaaws managed without snarling.

"Still out there with the enemy."

"Ah. And the 'enemy' still thinks we're working against each other?"

"How should I know? Whist hasn't sent a message yet."

"Seems to me you need more information."

Jaaws had two things on her mind: The protection of Claaws's instrument, and the finding of Orchid Silvertongue. She needed to be sure that no one would ever find Claaws's trumpet--if they did, then Jaaws would be in danger again. She also needed the Tome of Great Spells so that she could use it for her own reasons.

"I'll go find Whist. If you need me, signal me with this." Jaaws plopped a blackened stone into Catastrophe's hand. "I can relay information to you through this, and vice versa. I think I ought to go check on Claaws's instrument, as well."

Jaaws flapped up and away, shimmering out of view.

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So if I made a mistake, please tell me. This post is just to get me into the RPing mood again--I don't mind changing it at all.

I stride up to catastrophe and his dandify song bird and say, "Catastrophe, It's been a few days since your last course of action, and the enemy is starting a small, yet powerful army of its own, we should take them out before they become a real threat." he looks up in confusion and the bird flaps away, leaving a trail of small feathers behind. He blinked thrice and then his eyes widen in slight surprise. I stood there waiting for a response, and after a very long 5 seconds, he responded.

"Well, erm, what's the fun in that?" I frowned, then I realized, he was right. were all responsible children hear, so let's slowly kill them and let them grovel in misery! I grinned and turned on My heal. while we're waiting for more fun, why not have more fun? I felt as if my face was covered in one gigantic grin, and that that's the first thing that my fellow soldiers see when I walked into the training room.

You all have fought very hard. But we are all fighting for sides that we think are right. This is war. Innocent people die, but we continue to fight anyway. And once you're in, there is no stopping until one side wins. People on your side think that the other side is evil, while that is what people on the other side think about you. Who's really right? You think that you are fighting for the greater good, and so does the other side. Do you really know the people that you are fighting with? Do you really know and trust the ones that you kill with? Do you know why they joined? Do you know why they are on this side? Who can you actually trust in war? War is merely the fighting of, not people or animals, but viewpoints. And because one side wants their viewpoint to win so badly, they pay for their win with bloodshed and many other prices. Many may say that way is the only way, and it can't be stopped. But it's not the only way! You think that the sole way to disagree and to have your viewpoint win is to fight those who disagree with you? Is that the only way now? That's not thinking, that's reverting back to the thing that is the most sensible when anger blinds you. If one side acts drastically against the other, you may feel as though you need to fight. But, again, that is the only sensible thing when you let anger take over and blind you.

No one wins in war. So stop trying to win it now.

Just poking/topping this thread up with a little story...

~Eliyana F. Pawprint

"My, my, Καταστροφή, you really have a big weaponry..." I croon.

"Isn't he so generous to loan me a spea--" Hold on--what's this?! Is this something...magical...or..maybe...an artifact related to the Powers?!? My time is up--I've got no time to swipe it. The armory guard will be here soon. I'll get out of here quickly...don't worry, Καταστροφή's army, I'll be back... 

NAME:Qwerty

AGE:???

SPECIES:Computer virus

BACKGROUND:Dosen't really remember, having short-term memory unless wanted it to be sorted into the long-term

STRENGTHS:hacking people on computarr

WEAKNESSES:when nobody downloads me in the first place

ANY PAST KILLINGS:(this is a yes/no question)no because dosen't kill

WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE:words and tech

OTHER: 

Thank you for the Scions, dear.