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While he is actually probably my least favorite Organization member, I actually think Demyx has some untapped potential. He acts like such a lazy coward, yet had a heart strong enough to retain human form as a Nobody. The details of how he was as a somebody and his discovery by the Organization might be a really interesting story and bring more depth to the character.

I'm coming. I'm just deciding on the character.

Yeah, I can take him on.

I'd be in for either.

I'd be willing to give it another try.

I was playing around with a character and wanted to go ahead and post what I had for a preliminary approval. There are some story bits that might be troublesome, depending on what's being planned. If this idea doesn't work, I have some other variations and ideas, so don't worry about saying no to this one. Major points in bio. Second Hearts and Bonds character subject to change. Character Sheet: Name in Real-Life: Sinead Ross Name in Hearts and Bonds: 1st Character; Azra Grimm 2nd Character; Casumi Shiko Appearance in Real-Life: Appearance in Hearts and Bonds: Age: 26 Personality: Sinead is generally a pleasant, caring, and fun individual. She's loyal to her friends, and tends to act vindictively to those who hurt her friends. She's tenacious and driven. While kind and polite, she will tell you why your plan is BS and won't back down if challenged. She has some pent up aggression and anger she lets out at special times, when it is safest to stay out of her way. Enjoys taking on challenges As Azra, Sinead let's out her inner sadistic villain. She played the mage as a playful instrument of bloody vengeance. Through Azra, Sinead vents her aggression and anger on those who would prey upon the unprepared. She often taunts her targets when on the hunt. As Casumi, Sinead plays more straight laced, a pragmatic but honorable warrior. She is funny, though doesn't use as much sarcasm as she does as Azra. Her goal as Casumi is to be more of a likable team player. Starter Character Job Class: (Paladins, Ninjas, Samurais, Mages or Hunters.). Azra; Mage Casumi; Samurai Bio: Sinead had been a computer whiz since childhood. Both the physical hardware and digital software intrigued her, causing her to take old computers a part and to try her hand at programming. In her teens, she went through a brief "hacker" phase, but she grew out of that quick enough. Graduating from High School early, she enrolled in university as a software engineer. Everything was looking great in her life, till one day while with friends, she was hit by a car and paralyzed from the waist down. Now confined to a wheel chair, Sinead mostly withdrew from social life, instead devoting her time to her course work and video games. After following the development of Hearts and Bonds, Sinead was excited to try the game out. She had barely begun before a high level player ran up and murdering and deleted her character. Something snapped inside Sinead and she created the instrument of her vengeance: Azra Grimm. Using game hacks and exploits Sinead turned Azra into a high level character in record time. She first hunted down the character who deleted her original character and returned in kind. She then began a crusade to fight against player killers, data hackers, and other toxic players. As her hit list grew, she earned the title on the forums of "Dark Lady of Vengeance". With the founding of the TABFOP, Azra found her work less and less needed. There were still targets that commanded her attention, but Sinead used the character less and less. She was officially invited to join the TABFOP, but she declined. She did, however, form some ties with some of the admins, and now occasionally passes on info or receives targets from them on the down low. With Azra being less needed, Sinead decided to make a new character on a completely new profile to get back to just enjoying the game. (More Rules and Character Sheet Fill-Ins will be added later on, until then, please wait until i have finished properly completing both the Rules and the Character Sheets.). C.O.D.E.D

{Destiny Islands; Wine Cellar} “As expected.” Omicron intoned. “To get to the target, a diversion must be made. Standard royal procedures in the case of an attack is to move the Emperor to a safe room off the main hall. As with all security measures, there are failsafes in place to be exploited. I can be in position in 13 minutes. You will need to provide the diversion. Do you need assistance in this?” For a bare instant, the deadpan assassin’s face twitched as she felt something…strange happen. The old saying “like someone walked over my grave” would have been apt if Omicron had known it. “Did you feel that?” She asked, her eyes narrowing and darting around as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling. {Destiny Islands; Ballroom} As Talus stretched out his senses to look for hidden guards and other surprises, he felt a spark of something, an aura coming from the lower levels that harmonized with his own power. There was another Void User in the castle. {Destiny Islands; Outer Islands} The Patrol began moving towards Tyler’s last known position as the drop ship took to the sky again. They didn’t go far before Asher revealed himself. “Freeze!” called one of the riflemen as both raised their firearms to aim at the new threat. The Keyblade wielding officer eyes narrowed at Asher. There was more than one? Prince Silas might not be too forgiving if there were multiple party crashers. “Cut him down!” he shouted, pointing his Keyblade copy towards Asher. Both riflemen followed the order and opened fire. {Erinys Ta’gon & Faedron Dramos: Dark Realm; Village of Calik} Erinys took a step back from Dramos as she tried to think of an answer for him. Luckily, she got more time as Isabela stepped in. The Warlord seemed annoyed for an instant by the intrusion, but it passed quickly and he backed up like a gentleman to let the Corsair make her pitch. This wasn’t what he planned, but Isabela had earned a fair amount of free reign in her actions. She was persuasive and a second party, a combo Dramos would be a fool to silence now. Eyes darting and muscles tensing, Erinys gritted her teeth as Isabela circled behind her. She wanted to keep the lady in sight, but that would leave her back to a larger force. It was a relief when the Corsair came back around in front of her. From inside her hood, only Erinys’s glowing red irises and the whites of her eyes showed up, looking directly at Isabela. What couldn’t be made out in the gloom was the look of apprehension on the Noxling’s face. The path Dramos was planning was a dangerous one, Old Nick had been clear on that. But as much as she would deny it to others and herself, the idea of being a part of something rather than being something apart touched something in her heart. An ache she tried to keep buried. “And what exactly would be in my part in this crusade of yours?” the Noxling Ronin asked, her voice trying to sound strong, but there were slight tremors in there for keen listeners. Dramos gave Isabela a brief approving smile as she passed him. There were many reasons why he recruited her, her cunning being one of the big ones. “The long-term answer to that question is an ever-evolving topic.” The Warlord answered smoothly. “Short-term, there is a task I need done that would allow you to honor your Master’s code while also impeding the fighting ability of those who oppose me. Call it a mutual test period. If we both like what we see, you are welcomed into the Crusaders and are ronin no longer.” “Intriguing offer.” Erinys said, her voice more under control this time. “And what is this task?” “The Bastions of Hela, Morgal, and Trep have armies and work forces comprised of slaves. Something your master looked down on, I believe. Help free them, and you aid them and my cause immensely.” {Lamont Ironhart: Radiant Garden; Streets} It was the smells of the city that were currently taking most of Lamont’s attention. Odd mixtures of both tantalizing and horrid smells drifted through the air. He tried to pick out individual smells, but some he just couldn’t place. While there were definitely sour notes in this nasal orchestra, the young prince couldn’t help but enjoy it. This was what normal people smelled every day. You heard such stories in the royal court about how disgusting the commoners lived, but it didn’t seem too bad to Lamont so far. It was because of this bit of private musing that Lamont made no notice of the rough types that seemed to be taking note of him, nor of Mychel’s presence until the man had put a hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Wha-“ Lamont started, but was cut off by Mychel’s warning. Following his possible rescuer’s directions, the young prince’s mind raced as to what was happening here. “What are you on about?” he asked, trying to bury some of his high-born accent in what he thought was something more street level. “I’m just out for a walk.”

{Mariel: Mystas Camps; Near the Healer's Tent} The healing glow around Mariel faded as the magic finished its work. It was still another couple of minutes before the Angel opened her eyes. She took a moment to analyze the sights, sounds, and magical auras around her. She identified a powerful presence nearby she hadn't felt before. It was alarming at first, but the presence didn't seem to be causing trouble and others were with it, so it could wait. With no immediate danger detected, Mariel began to take stock of her physical condition. She looked up at her formerly impaled wing. While dried blood remained in the feathers, the wound was healed. Stretching her wings experimentally, she felt twangs of pain and fatigue, her right wing in particular feeling weak. Not ideal, but still better results than she could have hoped for the short healing session. One of the healers must have added in their magic to the mix. She would have to thank them later. Beside the Guardian Angel, the Ice Queen's spear had melted, leaving a small pool of water unsullied by blood. Mariel could feel the crusted blood from her nose covering a lot of the lower half of her face. While she couldn't really do anything for the blood on her wings without a major time investment, she could at least clean her face. Tearing off a piece of cloth from her cloth skirt, she dipped it in the water and scrubbed at her face. Using a little reflection in the pool, she cleaned herself up as best she could. Half way through, she stopped and peered closer at her own reflection. She could see freckles dusting her nose and upper checks. She had those in her human form, but they weren't part of her natural form. Had she remained a human too long and now parts of it had changed her? And was that change only skin deep? Memories of Shiva's words echoed through Mariel's mind. Was she following others blindly? Had her time among the humans corrupted her in some way? She was sure the Hosts would say yes. At least Sifrei seemed to understand. He might be one of the only arcs that would. "Even if they don't understand, the Legions did." The Angel muttered to herself as her resolve came surging back. "We were made to defend those who could not defend themselves. Maybe I am a fallen angel, but I have not forsaken my duty to protect. Corrupted or not, I will follow the Guardian Angel's calling till my last breath and beyond." Disturbing the water to refresh her cloth, Mariel finished washing her face. After only a second of contemplation, she began braiding parts of her hair like she had in her human guise. It was a part of her now. No need to hide it.

Been busy with US Thanksgiving, but I'm working up a post now.

Heh, Welcome back from the dead, Arya. Neena Mors, Isabela, and Mychel Stormblessed accepted!

Okay, i know I said i'd wait until night, but I feel like i'm contributing nothing. You mind me shortening the time frame, Mystic?

Raj smiled slightly as he read his native language on the tablet. He began testing functionalities, staring by pulling up a map of the area. The clarity and detail was incredible. Better than even the maps in the temples back home. Oh, what a ruler could do with even a simple device like this. Sneering at the tablet, Nox banished it to a little pocket dimension she kept things in. She didn't much like it, but the Queen my be interested in it. "Losing" the device down the road might be beneficial. And if she could program it to track down the sorcerer... "That'll certainly cut down on search time." The Twili Imp commented after Kai's exclamation. The Gerudo Prince looked up from his new tablet with a quizzical look. "If these tablets have information on how to track this power, can it ascertain more about the power itself?" he asked.

{Destiny Islands; Wine Cellar} As Aether dallied about “selecting wine”, a woman in a dark grey jumpsuit stepped out of a dark corner Aether would have sworn she had checked. The woman had dark eyes and tan skin. Her hair was a dark blue-black and came to a little below her shoulders, with the left side of her head shaved. “You are the Sentinel.” The assassin stated rather than asked. “I am Omicron. You were assigned the task of reconnaissance. Report.” This Omicron was not a Silver Raven member she knew or heard of. Her manner of speech was clipped and mechanical. She seemed like a ton of fun at parties. {Silas: Destiny Island; Palace} Silas and Cornelius continued into the palace when a little flashed on a bracelet on the younger man’s wrist. “Excuse me, father.” Cornelius excused himself. “A potential security matter to look into.” “Keep me up to date.” Silas said, dismissing his son with a wave of the hand. Continuing on by himself, the Crown Prince passed through several rooms with guests, making polite nods to several powerful world rulers and business executives. It was too early for them to split off for their little “chats” for how they planned the worlds to be run. In one room near the kitchens, Silas took note of a noble and what looked like a servant or delivery boy talking with each other. While the delivery boy looked properly nervous, the noble’s manner was atypical for a noble. Unwise, if he didn’t want his peers to turn on him like piranhas. Putting the odd noble to one side of his mind, Silas entered the kitchens to speak with the head chef and maître’d. {Destiny Island; Outer Islands} The patrol craft hovered by the beach, allowing three of the guards to jump to the ground. Two of them carried some form of rifles with bayonets while the one in the more ornate uniform summoned a copy of a Keyblade. “Whoever you are, come out!” shouted the officer. “Reinforcements are coming! There is no escape! Give yourself up and you will be treated with mercy.” {Erinys & Faedron Dramos: Dark Realm; Village of Calik} Erinys repositioned herself to give Dramos her attention, but trying not to leave a too big of a blind spot for his crusaders to take advantage of. “I guess this is about that squad I killed.” She said, a spark of dark fire winking into existence in her left hand. “Yes, though not how you might think.” Dramos said with a shrug. The Warlord moved off the porch and walked lazily to a point in the middle of the half circle of his men. “As I understand it, you killed them for killing your master.” He continued. “A motive I can well understand and support. Nick Ta’gon was a powerful wielder and was well respected by even me. Knowing that someone cared enough to avenge him is comforting.” Erinys eyed Dramos from under her hood. What was his game? “Thank you.” She said curtly. “But you’re not here to express that.” “True.” Dramos admitted. “Your display of power and skill in taking out one of my best squads was impressive. I need that kind of warrior in my crusaders. I had hoped to recruit your master, but he was a bit too set in his ways. You, however, have a spark he didn’t. You see the weakness and dishonor that abound in the Dark Realm. With your help, I can strengthen the tribes and bring us back to glory.” Breathing a little easier, Erinys considered Dramos’s offer. While she worried about retribution, the Warlord trying to recruit her had crossed her mind. It was something she had already been debating within herself. By reputation, he was fair with all his followers, even a few Noxlings. He was looking to burn the imperfections from the world, and that was a goal Erinys could get behind. But Old Nick had disapproved. He had gone on and on about balance and how Dramos was destroying it. Seeing Old Nick so worked up had worried her at the time. Then he died. “But how could strengthening the tribes upset balance?” She thought. “Unless…” “Unifying the tribes sounds noble and all.” Erinys said, her eyes narrowing on the Warlord. “But that’s not your final goal, is it?” Dramos smiled darkly. A chuckle was shared among his crusaders as he stalked towards the Noxling. “Like I said, vengeance is a motive I support.” He said, his previously conversational tone taking an intense edge. “Our people were cast from the Light to survive in this uncaring realm. Under my command, I will bring our people the just vengeance we have craved for centuries. We will take the Realm of Light by force and show its inhabitants what true suffering is.” “So, the rumors are true.” Erinys thought. War with the Light. An act that had nearly destroyed them before. After all this time, the Light could only be stronger. Yes, the Dark Realm and hardened its people, but was it enough? Not that the people of the Light and most of the people of the Dark didn’t deserve it. But what would be left after the dust settled? Dramos stopped directly in front of Erinys, his eyes blazing with an inner fire. “Well?” he promoted. “Interested in becoming more than a barely tolerated ronin?”

Not in depth, but I believe I do know the basics well enough.

My condolences, mate. That's never fun. But hang in there! Something will come.

I'd be interested in giving this a try.

Yeah, the whole thread has been a bit quiet of late. It happens, from time to time.

{Silas: Destiny Island; Royal Estate - Beach} Silas sighed as his father instituted a rule that prevented one team from making bank shots, thus crippling their strategy. It had been shaping up to an interesting match, now it would devolve into a pathetic charade. Oh well. There were still matters to see to for the party. He leaned forward and tapped the shoulder of his daughter, Luminara. "Keep an eye on your grandfather." He whispered in her ear, getting a curt nod in reply. Getting to his feet, Silas walked purposefully back along the grandiose terrace back to the palace proper. One Ironhart had to make sure the Hegemony didn't fall to ruin. As he entered the palace, he was greeted by his son Cornelius. "The guests mingling well?" The crown prince asked, arching an eyebrow. "Very well, father." Cornelius answered, falling into step beside his father. Looking exactly like a young version of his father, Cornelius had also inherited Silas' keen mind. He made a valuable right hand for the crown prince. "Good." Silas said, nodding. "Festivities should be starting in full this evening. With any luck, our guests will still be there to attend." "Speaking of attending, shouldn't Lamont be here?" Cornelius asked in a innocent tone. "Grandfather might be disappointed with him being absent." Silas paused for only a moment, but his mind raced on how he was to answer this question. If he was being honest with himself, he would admit a degree of favoritism to his youngest child and preferring he keep out of the politics of the Hegemony and as uncorrupted as by his grandfather. But Cornelius hadn't asked for pure intentions either. As hard as Silas had tried to hide and correct for his favoritism, perhaps the twins had picked up on it better than he had hoped. "He would only get in the way." He answered, showing no sign of some of the thoughts going through his mind. "He still has yet to learn the proper etiquette for the court life." For a moment, Cornelius looked dissatisfied with the answer, but it was only there for a moment. "Well, I'm sure the party will take grandfather's mind off of Lamont's absence." He said, smiling slightly. "Almost certainly." {Destiny Island: Outer Islands} Tyler ended up on one of the few islands left untouched by the palace, guest houses, and military garrison. Here, it was possible to enjoy the simple, natural beauty without it being overshadowed by the opulent structures built up over the years. Whatever had caused Tyler to appear in Destiny Islands, it had not gone unnoticed. The energy discharge of the portal caught the attention of a gummi patrol craft. It made a wide bank and headed for Tyler's position. With the patrol craft not being enclosed, Tyler could see it carried four soldiers. "Halt!" Came a command from the craft as it came closer. {Erinys: Dark Realm; Village of Calik} Erinys exited the general store with a sack of rations and a container of seasonings and spices. There were plenty of critters to eat out in the wild, but most were only truly palatable with something to mask or alter the natural taste. She also finally had enough for that glider at the local junk yard. With that kind of vehicle, she could get around faster. Maybe even keep ahead of the Crusaders until she decided what to do. Heading for the outskirts, the young ronin pushed through the gates, absently tossing a hunk of meat for the guard dogs. She had been here plenty of times before, with the owner, a man named Sidney, being close to a friend. She was caught up with her plans for the glider that a warning bell in her head went unnoticed as she went to the office window. "Hey, Sidney!" Erinys called out, fishing in a punch for the munny. "I got the last bit. The old girl ready to fly?" She looked up to see Sidney's face in the window, white and drawn from fear. "I'm sorry, Erinys." He nearly squeaked, then dropped the metal shutters to close the window. Erinys felt something cold take hold of her spine. She slowly turned around, keeping her arms lose at her sides. Behind her, arranged in a loose semi-circle, were six burly soldier types. They carried the heraldry of the Dark Crusaders. No weapons were drawn, but their stance suggested that was merely a formality. It was now she realized she couldn't hear or smell Sidney's dogs anywhere. Blast. "Let out of your territory, ain't ya?" She asked evenly, her glowing eyes sweeping the Crusaders. "Last I heard, Calik was still a free town." "Oh, we're not here for this little village." A smooth voice came from office door. Striding out of office with the grace and predatory vibe of a panther, Faedron Dramos stopped a few steps out of the door, leaving a few yards between himself and Erinys. "You, on the other hand..." the Warlord concluded and left it hanging.

Current plan is to have Mariel come out of her trance around the time Radian and Shiva met up. Can speed up or slow down the plan as needed.

Diggin' the title.

The arrival of Impa surprised both Raj and Nox, but both recovered well. Raj gave a polite bow to the body guard while the Imp eyed some of the shiny things in the room. While the Twili didn't full understand what some of this stuff was, she knew an opportunity when she saw it. Once Hyrule had been saved, a return visit to this place might prove valuable for not just her search, but perhaps a boon for the Queen as well. What she could do with some of this technology... The Gerudo Prince took one of the offered tablets carefully. He had handled a few of the old relics his people had hidden, but had always been instructed to handle them with care. This device seemed sturdy enough, but old habits died hard. "You've been making these?" He asked Z, wonder in his voice. "Incredible. Any functionality loss?" Nox rolled her eyes as she took a tablet as well. "Here he goes again." she sighed. "Going gaga for a gimicky-" A careless gesture hit something on the tablet, causing it to light up. Nox nearly dropped it, giving the item a hiss.

She's up! http://kh13.com/forum/topic/110521-kingdom-hearts-lost-radiance/

Across the Realm of Light, the rich and powerful were contemplating the upcoming ball held in honor of Emperor Francis Ironhart's birthday. For some, it was a place to be seen, an event to show off. Others would use it to settle some business and discuss what should be done about the increasing unrest from the lower classes. The Emperor himself didn't care about such "trivial" concerns and would likely sign whatever edict his advisors put in front of him. But for a Silver Raven's director, it meant the completion of a lucrative contract... {Destiny Island; Royal Estate - Beach} Emperor Francis snacked on a shrimp cocktail as he watched members of the court put on a blitz ball match for his enjoyment. It was rather dull so far, so interjecting some new rules seemed in order. He wasn't that familiar with the official rules to begin with, but that hadn't stopped him before. Away from his father sat Silas, dressed in a linen suit and a wide brimmed hat to ward of the sun. While he watched the game, his mind was truly else where. Unlike the emperor, the crown prince was well aware of the growing political situation. It was a growing danger, but where there was danger, there was also opportunity... {Radiant Garden; old castle} The city lights of Radiant Garden shone out into the night, all but one building contributing to the shine. The old castle, once the home and laboratory of Ansem the Wise, had been left long abandoned after Xehanort's Keyblade War, until Prince Silas renovate it as a wedding present for his second wife, the Lady Claudia. Now, their son Lamont lived there most of the year under the guidance of his personal tutors and a few hand picked guards. One of these guards was marching through the main corridor, missing the dark clad figure hiding in a seldom used turn off. Once the guard had past, the figure slinked down the way the guard had come, moving quickly and quietly. After a turn, the figure made it into the entryway to the castle's kitchens. After a moment of listening, he glanced around and stalked into the kitchens. The room was barely lit, with only a few pools of light from a few appliances and a fixture over a sink. The figure was half way through it when one of the pantry doors started to open. Scrambling, he dropped down and hid under a high table. Praying not to be found, he glanced out to see the heavy boots of another guard. Why did he have to get a snack now? The munching guard past by the table without any sign of noticing the hidden lurker. Waiting for the foot steps to die away, the figure quietly left his hiding place and crept to the kitchen door to the outside. The doors were locked and enchanted to prevent entree of undesirables, but it was still subject to older magic. In a flash, the figure held a copy of the Keyblade Sleeping Lion. He tapped the lock, which clicked open. Opening the door carefully, the escapee darted out and closed the door behind him. He re-locked it with his blade, then dismissed the weapon. Moving a little faster than before, he came upon a stack of boxes where he discarded the black cloak he had been wearing. Using a few connected back allies, Lamont Ironhart came out into the still busy streets of the city proper. He was dressed in something more appropriate to a normal person going about their business along with a pair of glasses and a ball cap. His face wasn't generally well known, but some precautions had to be taken. Taking a deep breath, Lamont merged with the crowd. This was a stupid thing to do, but there were things he knew he would only learn if he tried it himself. Plus, it felt good to see the world of his birth up close and not from behind thick walls. {Dark Realm; outskirts of Calik village} Erinys Ta'gon placed a cracked helmet on the counter of the curiosity shop, eyeing the proprietor with her glowing red eyes. "Found it in a beast den." She explained as the proprietor examined the helmet with growing disgust. "The thief must have tried to use it to get away from a Heartless pack, but got gutted by-" "I don't care what got him!" the proprietor exploded. "You expect me to believe this is my helmet? My very magical helmet?" "Was magical." Erinys said tiredly. "The hound sucked it dry after it gnawed the thief's bones, by the look of things. But i followed the scent you gave me and this is what i found. No way he stashed your helmet and picked up another." "It was worth 5,000 munnies!" the proprietor bellowed. "Now I'll be lucky to get 50 for it." "Sorry to hear that. But it happens. Now, we agreed on-" "If you think I'm paying you anything for this lump of metal," he said, tossing the helmet away "you've got another thing coming!" Erinys' eyes narrowed. "You promised 800 munnies for the return of your property." she hissed. "No word on its state, just its return. I risked my neck to hold up my end. We shook on it." "Pah! Pledges to abominations aren't binding! Begone, noxling, before i call the guard." The Noxling Ronin gritted her teeth, their white showing up vividly against her pure black skin. A hand shot out and grabbed the proprietor by the throat. He tried to break free, but her grip was like iron. In her other hand, a swirl of darkness left behind a Heartless Shadow the she held by the back of the neck, like one might hold a cat. "You're not suppose to bring them into the village!" the man wheezed, his eye bulging. "And you are not suppose to break deals." Erinys retorted in an icy tone. "So here's a new one. You pay me what's owed and this little guy goes away. You keep thinking you can break deals with noxlings, and i drop him. You're the only heart he can feel in here. Think you can get your mace in time?" The proprietor's bulging eyes swiveled back and forth between Erinys and the Heartless. Wordlessly, he pulled a munny bag from under the counter and dropped it in front of the ronin. Erinys muttered a Stop spell the froze the proprietor in time. Cradling the Heartless in one arm, she opened the bag and counted out the munny. It was high denominations, so she quickly found it was 1,000 munnies in all. She eyed the man who had tried to stiff her, anger smoldering in her eyes. Just taking all of this served the fat man right. Hades, leaving this Heartless with him felt worthwhile. But old Nick had taught her different. When the Stop spell wore off, the proprietor found that the Heartless had gone and a small pile of munnies was on the counter. "I'm taking what I'm owed, not a speck more." The Noxling said from the door. "Now, we're square and you don't have to worry about me anymore. Talk to the guards, and I'll be back." Slamming the door behind her, Erinys stomped through the main street of the village, pulling her hood up. She had a few supplies to get before leaving. Getting them quick and leaving sounded like the best course of action right now.

Could work.

Asher Zahn is accepted.