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Alastor walked down the road. His progress had been diverted when he saw a large flash. Curiosity had once again got the better of him, as he moved toward the smoke rising in the distance. He braced himself, ready for whatever, or whoever, may be there.

This wasn't his usual style, moving towards trouble like he was supposed to be there. Hell, half the time, he was running after causing said trouble! But something was off about this situation. With what had been going on the last day or two, he needed more information on what was happening, and what better place to start than around disaster. Trouble does follow these little bastards, after all.

Coming close, Alastor saw what looked to be a burning house, sitting along a cliffside. Great. The first sign of civilization and it's burned to the bloody ground. Gods forbid things went according to plan. He took in every detail, from the burning house, to the scorched trees nearby, to the figure, standing over the nearby cliffside.

Wait. Someone survived this? Maybe I'm about to catch a break after all! Alastor began to approach cautiously, on the off chance whoever it was had caused the scene in the first place. Alright, Inhale. Three seconds. Exhale. Let's do this.

She turns to see someone. Her blackened eyes stare towards him. "Who goes there?!" Her hand rests on her chain and sickle. She looks at her burning house then back at him as the wind blew her golden hair. Her eyes change back to her normal emerald green.

Liliath was young, way to young to be in this situation. Her age was unkown but she was between the age of 9 or 10 not that she really acted like it. She acted like a crybaby over the top, but hey that was Liliath. When she didn't act like a crybaby, she was very happy. She was like an emotional bubble.

Liliath was out on her own for at least a month, she had survived by stealing and sneaking in other ones houses. And if those other people noticed her, she would run away and repeat the same thing again.

Surviving wasn't fun and Liliath rather had a normal safe and sound life. She often fantasized about a better life and if other people would ask her how her life was she would say 'pretty dramatic, but its fine'

Now she had noticed a house on fire. Liliath glanced inside everything was burning. Liliath sat down next to a tree and waited for anybody to come to stop the fire. Then she noticed some people and she decided to hide behind a tree

Alastor raised a hand above his head. "Easy! I'm not here to cause trouble. I saw the smoke while I was traveling through and thought someone... might... be..." Alastor caught sight of the wings and horns protruding from the stranger. It was enough to stop him in his tracks. Alright. Keep it together. If she wanted you dead, you'd be dead, right? Bloody hell, what have I walked into?

Alastor forced a smile. "So uhh.. as I was saying, I thought someone might be in trouble. My name's Stiv! You're uhh.. you're an interesting type..."

She tilts her head and relaxes a bit. "Well I am a demon. If this form makes you uncomfortable I can change to something more to your comfort level." Her wings and horns disappear as well as her fangs. She looks like a normal human. She hesitantly holds out her hand. "Jules. Jules Giest. What you see behind me was my home. And over there is Neo." (To see her human form check her profile and go to menu and the other Jules stories)

She gives him a look over. "Stiv was it? I'd be careful if I were you. The person who did this is a force to be reckoned with. What are your plans anyway?" She crosses her arms and shifts her weight to the right.

"The hel-WHAT!?" Drake catches a glimpse of fire, no, the sun itself blasting across the landscape, demolishing the lighthouse, the field, the coast, the woods. Everything in his sight.

Then they're standing on a hilltop beside Victi's shriker. The horrible fire has become a distant red glow along the dim horizon.

Drake stares in disbelief, ignoring Victi as she collapses and briefly forgetting he'd been shot in the hand. What the hell just happened...?

At the vixen's command, her shriker makes a much-too-cheerful little noise that jars him back to the present. He gasps and looks down at his hand, the palm crimson with blood and mangled beyond recognition. He presses his good hand against his heaving and fluttering chest to find that his shirt is wet, likewise stained with red.

God damn it; I liked this shirt.

That's a funny thought to have while you're bleeding out. He laughs. Then he realizes that it's not actually funny and grows quiet while fumbling through the shriker's back storage compartment in search of silken bandages. His vision has begun to dim when his hands close on something soft and shaped vaguely like a roll of gauze. "Aha..."

He falls to his knees on the ground, cradling the roll his arm like a mother would a precious child. Somewhere behind the growing haze of delirium, Drake understands that this is the one thing that'll save him from succumbing to blood loss. Don't drop it; you won't find it again. Hah!. He wastes no time binding his injury; stop the blood flow now before his mind goes for good.

As Evelyn draws near the village she seeks, the trees thin, allowing more and more of the inferno's distant glow to greet her eyes. She eventually reaches a clearing, beyond which lies a ring of hobbles declaring the border of Trilling Creek. The lousy excuse for a township appears impossibly crowded as everyone gathers outside to gawk at the disaster. Shocked screams, crying children, collective gasps and hen-like chatter mill in the air. People point at the growing thunderhead of smoke as wildfires sprout from the lance's wake of destruction. "What in God's name just happened?" "-hell on earth!" "Should we run?" "Do you think the fire can reach here?" "If the winds allow it, I'm afraid..."

Although a mysterious stranger usually draws from them a maelstrom of suspicions, most villagers will be too preoccupied to notice her. A few might shoot Evelyn a wide-eyed glance. One or two may even stop her to ask if she sees the smoke, but for the most part, no one will care that she's there.

She sighs and looks for a tavern. While she hates using drunk people as her prey, they tend to be the easiest to drag away from people. She eventually found the tavern and headed inside. She sat at an empty space at the bar and looked at the people around her. She wanted to find a easy target so she could get done drinking fast. She thought that drinking from people was too much of a chore sometimes. She sighed again while looking around at people. She kept a hand on her hairpiece so no one could steal it.

Alastor laughs nervously. "Now now, no need to hide your true nature if you don't want to." He accepted the handshake before continuing. "Jules, eh? And.. ah! Apologies sir, I didn't see you on approach! Neo, was it? It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm so sorry about your home."

"As for me, I'm just a trader, looking for an old friend. Perhaps you could help me? She is a sorceress of great power! Generally considered untenable to oppose?" The act was already getting old in Alastor's mind. He hated playing such innocent and weak characters. But at the same time, what better way to pass under the radar of most? He would have to grin and bear it for a bit longer

Liliath thought that these people were funny. They said funny things, specially the female one. A demon! Liliath tought it was to funny to be true. This lady sounded like her own mother, mother always said that she saw demons, but that was because she was drunk. Was this lady drunk as well?

Liliath who was curious decided to peek and she noticed someone with wings and horns! Was that the demon? The lady then turned back into a human, this human didn't looked scary at all. She looked just like a normal person and she had a normal name 'jules'.

But when Jules said that the other person name was Stiv she started giggeling loudly, she thought it was a funny name. It was maybe a little bit rude to laugh, but she also laughed because she was nervous.

Neo would just wave his hand,but then he heard giggling.And it was coming from the woods."You guys stay and chat,I'll check it out."Neo would walk in the the woods,and see a little girl,either 9 or 10,and he was laughing.She did remind him of someone, but he payed no mine,he would walk up to the kid,and say,"It's not nice to be nosy kid."

After a minute or two, Victi tentatively pulls herself up using the seat of her Shriker, stopping to take a couple of deep breaths as her body got used to not having mana to run along her nerves. Her movements seemed a bit sluggish, as if she'd been lightly drugged or very drunk.

She mutters something else in her native language, and part of the console of her vehical slides out of the way, exposing another, smaller, compartment. All that's in it is a half dozen small vials of a thick clear liquid, and a handle piece that it looks like the vials can slot into.

She takes one of the vials and looks at it, turning it with her fingers for a few moments before popping it into the grip and adjusting something on the tiny display which flicked into existence as she did so.

Even the quarter dose she had set it to would likely heal his hand just fine. She knew that. And she did want to prove that Jules lady wrong about treating her merc as disposable. Nobody with any professional courtesy did that kind of thing.

On the other hand (heh) she really didn't want to use nano on him. Sure, she had a living fountain of the stuff back on the ship, but down here she didn't have much, and it was mostly for life-and-death type things. You never really appreciate something until it's rare.

No, not giving it to him. Not yet at least. She set the injector to 'locked' and out it back, re-sealing the console. They needed to avoid fights for a while, that injury of Drake's would help her remember that while her mana reserves recovered. ....And she went through withdrawl. She knew that would kick in way sooner than she wanted. That spell was quite the hit, but while all of her remaining energy went to keeping her defenses up, her body would start to crave running mana through it in more normal ways, ways she couldn't allow just yet. She gave it an hour before the cramping.

She shook her head slightly, and moved to the open back compatment. Drake had made a bit of a mess in there, but she was still able to find what she needed. A small bottle of painkillers. She pulled out two of the capsules and swallowed one of them. It would help with the withdrawal later. She then held the other out to Drake, saying "You'll want this. Don't bite it, just swallow it. It will reduce the pain a lot, and then we can get going. I don't wanna stay in one place for long while we're like this."

Well, well, well.... She'd felt the need to call down a Heliolance. Typically a siege spell for powerful sorcerers on the ground without ship support. And she'd turned it into a direct combat spell. Though at a significant cost, apparently.

The magistrate tapped a clawed finger on his desk slowly, considering the discussion he'd had with his officers as she had done so. They'd detected the lance preparing and charging, and had moved the ship to intercept it. The beam would have hardly tickled the shields, and his... allies on the ground, for lack of a better phrase with politically favourable connotations, would have been protected.... but she'd managed to re-locate the spell a full light-minute before it reached them. Coincidence, of course, he knew it to be so, but still frustrating.

Now, however, she was weakened, her body seeming void of mana if she couldn't even afford to supply any to her nervous system. And the idiot sell-sword who had sold said sword to his enemy was injured. She would take some time to recover, he knew, and in that time, well... he had plans to enact as well, what with the very helpful devastation she had caused.

He left his study to prepare. Perhaps he would make a few house calls...

Liliath stopped laughing and simply shrugged "I don't see the problem with it." She said calm "It is better to laugh then to cry." Liliath climbed in the tree "And you aren't nice either!" She yelled. This wasn't her plan, she didn't want that people would find her if police would fine her there was a big change that she would get send to foster family's.

Liliath didn't want that the only parents she wanted where her own and not new ones.

Neo would just roll his eyes,and say,"Your alone, aren't you?"Neo know a orphan when he see one,but it didn't mind.Then his arm started glowing,and Neo would look at the little girl.'Does she...great now I have to protect a little girl...'Neo would just shake his head, and said,"Kid,If you come down,I'll help you with anything you want."