@Mina

I completely understand the whole school thing. I’m sorry for being pushy ‘cause I’m in exactly the same boat. I hate the end of school because of finals and APs and comps and aaaaaaaaaahh!!! 

BTW I forgot to mention that Cindy helps out FAFA with technical stuff and helped build the Cypher.

Cindy~~

I chatter happily to Bomani as I walk around the festivle, snagging tasty snacks from the tables.

"You know, you're really cute! You can keep the Cypher (I think that's what it's called) I have plenty at home." I grin.

Thank You.

"No prob! Here have a cookie, they're really good." I say, handing him a cookie. 

He looks at it then nibles on it. As we walk around, I pass by a group of people talking about what prank they should do.

"Hi!" I say.

They jump and look slighty guilty.

"Are you planning the prank? Cause I really want to help!" I say.

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I'll leave it up to you to let Cindy help or not.  

AHHHH! My CAPCHA just said "brat" I'm so happy! Second time for a real word---the first was "Amen"  

Sorry guys! Extended Ath profile:

She is also hired assasin, but she avoids killing people when possible. Ath being a diamondhand, she can also detect poison, traps, etc. Diamondhands have this ability because they are the protecters as well as the royalty of the gemstone warriors, also known as the Jeutvar in their origional language. They have other shapeshifters translate "A gem shines brightest when cut" into Jeutvar, which would be "Jeut shrandi radianatii shvik kranteka" to make sure they are Jeutvar. They do not trust other shapeshifters very much until they prove themselves to be Jeutvar or able to be trusted. Ath herself isn't very trusting, but will be a friend to the end to anyone who shows her true kindness or friendship.

Ath~

I stretch my arms out wide and yawn. The sun peeks through the cracks in the rock, caressing my face with its friendly, warm rays. My face is contorted by my fists as I slouch, putting most of my weight on my hands. The outside world is silent. No birds, no wind, but most importantly: no people. People are loud. I get the feeling they don't take the time to notice what's going on around them. How unfortunate. My eyelids droop as I reminisce about a rose unfolding, or a squirrel running up an oak tree. The blanket that covers my legs falls as I stand, but I promptly pick it up and fold it. Taking care not to undo my careful folding job, I tuck the blanket gently into my pack and strap my small pillow onto it. Then, I lift my palms into a particularly strong ray of sun. The diamonds imbedded in each sparkle in the morning light. I reach back into my pack, drawing out two long strips of gauze. In a moment, I had gauze wrapped around my hands and arms up to my elbows. I stepped out into the pale yellow morning light. I took a deep breath. The scent of pine and fresh dew filled my nose. I smiled up at the sun as a butterfly fluttered past me. Today is going to be a good day.

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And all that is about to change, Ath. You are going to meet some pretty important people pretty soon. This is a little worse than my normal writing style, but I still don't usually write horror stories, and I would like to keep it that way. However, action is a very important role in every good story...

:) 

Well, I’m going to come up with the prank idea so this thread doesn’t die. It’s pretty stupid, but oh well. XD

Sera~ 

“Something involving our favourite couple AND the band,” Rowan replies smoothly. “And of course some other components...maybe one being a certain army we don’t like...?”

“Claaws,” Winona grumbles, turning her head away. 

“Okay,” I say. “Continue.”

“What we’re going to do is this....”

~Time skip~

An hour passes. 

Then by Rowan’s cue, Winona and I walk towards Malory like planned. Winona wanted to drop a piano on her head, but we all ended up deeming that as more of a murder than a prank. 

Slowly, but nonchalantly, we walk up to the blonde and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around right as we pour the pig fat from the butcher’s shop onto her dress. 

“What?!” she screams. “How could you?”

She attracts some attention, but not a lot, because the band has just hit the loud part of the piece which plays over any dialogue. 

We shrug and step aside, and right on cue, Danish, the gigantic Newfoundland dog, bounds up to her and throws her down, licking her furiously. 

Winona and I double over in laughter but stand up when we hear the crashes of a tuba landing on Jolius’ head (by Rowan and Orion’s doing), and Malory falling into a bucket of bow hairs from violin bows (which all we had to do was assemble the bucket and Danish did the rest).

Then, with the people distracted by the mess Jolius and Malory have gotten themselves into, a banner releases from the top of the stage that says, 

“Catastrophe will fall. Long live free Kyngdom!” 

I can hear the small silence before the whoops of Orion and Rowan a few feet away. Winona and I join in by cheering, and several other people laugh and cheer along, clapping joyously to the new celebratory tune the band has struck up. 

“What is the meaning of all of this?” we hear a voice suddenly erupt as the crowd and music quickly dissolve. 

Winona and I hurriedly regroup with Rowan and Orion, whose smiles have disappeared.  

We look towards the source of the voice to find a captain from some sort of army standing there, with a couple soldiers. 

“This is supposed to be regular festival for you village folks, no?” he asks, a slight accent twinging his harsh voice. “Will the perpetrators step forward?”

Winona shifts a bit uncomfortably so I reach out and grabs her hand assuredly. 

No one saw us, so no one can rat us out, right? But that only seems to make the townspeople more scared. 

I feel remorse. 

“No?” the Captain asks smoothly. “You won’t? Alright, well I suppose we must punish the many for the few.”

He nods to his nearest soldier and they roughly grab an elderly man from the crowd. 

“No!” several people scream, along with a few other screams of pure terror that people were simply holding back. 

The captain with a now recognisable Catastrophe insignia points a gun at the man’s head, looking up once more. “This is your last chance!”

“They wouldn’t,” Rowan mumbles. 

“Will the perpetrators step forward?”

None of us move, but a cold sweat breaks through my body and I struggle to breathe. 

“Alright,” the captain shrugs, and the gun clicks from safety to fire. 

I crack. 

“Wait!” I scream. 

The captain meets my eyes, smirking before shoving the old man to the ground. 

“Step forward.”

I hesitate and Winona squeezes my hand but I step to the side and shake my head before walking towards the captain. Slowly. Steadily. 

“Sera,” Winona whimpers, but Rowan holds her back. 

I look back towards her to plead with my eyes. Trust me. 

She nods subtly before I continue to walk towards the captain. 

Once I reach him I pause, feeling all the eyes of the villagers on my back. 

“You are responsible for this?” he asks. 

I don’t respond. He needs to cut to the chase. 

“Who are you?”

Finally. 

“Serafinne Queensly,” I confidently reply. 

The captain stiffens and gives a quick bow. “I apologise. I take that you are related to Taurus Queensly?”

“Yes,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “And neither myself nor my brother nor my father appreciate this sudden interruption of the festival. I’m sure it was all a harmless prank that has swayed no one’s thoughts on Catastrophe’s current occupation of this town, so if there is nothing else, I’m positive you can move along.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says quickly, all confidence gone as he blanches. “We apologise and thank you for letting us work with your family.”

I feel bile rising in my throat. “Of course.”

He turns around sharply and moves out, and I wait till he and his soldiers have left until I turn to the rest of the crowd. 

“Don’t worry about what happened tonight,” I say, my voice struggling to keep strength. “Let’s keep the party going.”

“How can we?” I hear a new voice rise, and turn to see Jolius, walking up to me. He stops when he’s only a couple inches in front of my face, sizing me up. His voice dangerously lowers. “When you Queensly filth breathe the same air as us?” 

I glare daggers. “Oh trust me, we aren’t the only filth around here, Charmre.”

He shoves one of my shoulders back. “You insulting my family name, Queensly Priss?”

“No one has to do much to insult your family name,” I bite back, shoving him. “But just saying it makes my tongue feel dirty.”

“Oi, back off,” I hear Rowan’s voice interrupt, stepping slightly in front of Jolius. “The both of you.”

Jolius scoffs and pushes Rowan aside, but Orion steps in with him and shoves him back slightly. “You heard the man.”

I struggle against Winona’s grip, but she holds me steady in place to keep me from murdering the blonde snake. 

“Alright, alright!” Jolius shouts. “Just know that associating yourselves with that Queensly scum won’t earn you anything.” His gaze shifts back to Orion and I. “Watch your backs.”

The festival then begins to disassemble, and people slowly head out. 

Rowan looks back at us. “It could have been worse?”

“Shut up.”

Ath~

I've been wandering around in the woods for weeks, but I have broken out of the constant foliage and have now been following a road for about a day now. A few skermishes with some highwaymen or whatever they call themselves now, but nothing too hard for me to handle. After all, I've had to fend for myself all alone these fourteen years, so the unexpected is expected. The sound of my feet on the sparse cobblestones tell me I am approaching civilization. A quick thought passes through my head. Haven't been in a town for AGES. Hmm, I wonder if I could make some friends! I like friends. I think. I probably would if I had any. My face falls and I flick a loose pebble to the side of the road with the toe of my boot.

Three hours later...

Finally! I can see a city or town of some sort. I wonder what the inhabitants are like. Are they rich, poor, free, suppressed, gloomy, bright; these kinds of possibilities occupy my mind until a shout echos out of the city. Instantly, I grab the straps of my backpack and pull on them to keep my bag firmly on my back. My boots hit the cobblestones that are increasing in number, making a sharp clack as I run. The gates are not open when I reach them and I stop abruptly. A man bellows down at me.

"Who goes there? This is His Makesty's place, so scram if you ain't a friend!" I cock my head as I look up at the man.

"I am sorry, but I have no friends!" I call. "I am just a traveller, and I mean no harm to anyone!" The man guffawed.

"No 'arm, eh? Well, if you don't 'ave any friends then you can come in!" He continues to laugh, but the gate opens with a mighty groan. I slip into the fine city. Slowly but surely, I make my way to the center of the city where some commotion is going on. I like commotion. Commotion means fun, also known as a skirmish. Such an odd word, but such an entertaining meaning! As soon as I make it to the commotion, I see a girl. A captain of some sort is confronting her about something. My eyes flicker to a banner that appears to be a protest to some person named Catastrophe. The captain asks the girl who she is. 

"Sarafinne Queensly." She states. The captain blanches and bows stiffly. I stand in rapture of the gir's manner of speaking an the way she holds herself. After the captain departs a boy comes over and argues with her. They bicker about family names, lashing at each other with their words. I make up my mind. She would be a good friend.

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Heads up, Mina! ;P Fell free to tell me if you don't want Sera and Ath to be friends. Hmm... It may seem that Ath is a bit out of it and eccentric from her thoughts, but really it's meant to signal a calculating mind, like, um... I don't know. Some person from a movie. I'll think of it sooner or later. Kinda a mix between Flambeau from Father Brown, Sherlock from Sherlock, and Goivanni from Pokemon, just without the eccentricity and the bad sides of them all...

Extended Ath appearance:

She is very beautiful, but hates to admit it because she is so humble. She usually wears a grey or black shirt and black pants with black leather boots. The diamonds on her hands are naturally clear. She does not wear makeup. Her movements are lithe and graceful, and she is very flexible. Since her eyes are true green (this is an actual fact) the background color of her eyes change depending on the color of what she is wearing. Ath does not carry any kind of weapon other than a long staff. That may change later in RP life but for right now... Anyway, she always wears gauze or some other type of cloth around her palms and up to her elbows to hide the fact that she is a Jeutvar. 

Awww, Bomani! X-Sreel is whimpering because of your inability to keep friends. @Sybill I think it would be appreciated if I put in that my two favorite (real) animals are pangolins and wolves, both of which you have as a charrie! I am not kidding! The other day I was playing a game and I had to demonstrate how a pangolin walks, and I said that they walk like an old man with rheumatism. It got a couple laughs, and It was funny to see other kids trying to imitate a pangolin! XD