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    ||>Introduction - The Rebels<||
    [font=georgia]You were running through darkened alley ways,you'd been running from the Crimson order for days,not knowing who they were.You would turn around and use your newly found magic abilities that,butthey were prepared.The power hungry organisation had brought with them various things that repelled magic attacks."Dammit!"You panted out as you halted at a dead end.But then,a large blast took out the wall,on the other side was a fellow 'rebel.'"Hurry!"The person that just took out the wall said,waiting for you to follow before racing off along the street.You could hear the hunting patrol of hunters racing after.You followed the mysterious person to what seemed to be an abandoned village,there were many other 'rebels' wandering around,testing each others skills with their own."You kept up."Your savior spoke again,sounding exhausted.You simply nodded,gripping your sides from the long run.You'd lost the Hunters way back,but the two of you never slowed."Where are we..?"You asked between your heavy breaths."Welcome to the village us 'Rebels' Call Home.We're a group of out casts of society,because of our magic potential.The people you were running from,they were the crimson order.They are an order that was given the task of exterminating us.So we gave our selves the name 'Rebels'."was the reply."Come,I will take you to the Arch council."You nodded and followed your savior once again.


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    [font=georgia]||>IC<||
    Iris sat in the grand-ish council room.The building that it was in wasn't exactly in the best shape,some walls had holes,while dust and some debris scattered every where in every room.But that was because the safe haven the 'Rebels' currently called home,was an abandoned village.No one really knows how long it's been abandoned,but from the looks and the conditions of it,it had obviously been untouched for a while.But any way,Iris let out a heavy sigh,waiting for the newest editions to their 'family' to be shown in for just a few simple questions before getting an official welcoming.The white haired girl looked across at her fellow council members,her grey-ish blue eyes showed no emotions as she did.Even though she was with a group of people she could trust,right now,they meant business,not serious like 'You're-in-big-trouble.' Serious,but more of just a curious kind of seriousness,to see who was brought to them and the story of the famed Crimson Order.


    "I wonder who they've brought back this time around..?"Drake,an undead,said to no one in particular.If anything,he was most likely talking to himself.The brunette was just being his normal undead 'magical' being.He shrugged slightly and started to make his way over to his house that he'd gotten when they'd arrived here.There wasn't much in the house,and there was debris every where,but there was enough for him to live in here.He blinked his lifeless hazel blue eyes and let his mind trail off deep into his thoughts as he sat down on his make shift couch.

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  • Alex walked around going into the council room. Seeing the girl she had no expression. "That's...Weird...." he said walking towards the girl. "Hi." Alex said extending his hand smiling. "I'm Alex." he said smiling going to do the a hand drop induction on the girl.

  • Oceania was around. Where around, well, that was a good question. She had been around camp all morning; tending the fields with a few hours' work for some credits, then heading to a nearby river to do some old-fashioned fishing. She did love salmon, after all. She'd also gotten some herbs to put on it for a lovely five-day's worth of meals. Now, she was at her assigned quarters, finishing with her new decor. She had all sorts of cool water chairs and couches that looked decidely liquid but were actually cool and comfy. It could even heat up if she concentrated on it. Her new bed was an awesome water-and-ice combo, and almost everything else, including the kitchen, was made out of ice. Only the old wood-fire stove was normal. She'd donated all of her other furniture to people that needed it.


    Weave had not been around. He had been in his new quarters all day with this witch, watching her go around and making the place ice-and-water. It looked cool, but could she really hold it all day every day? She said magic was different, that she'd put a lasting spell on it, but he still wasn't really sure about it. He excused himself after she'd made him lug half the furniture all around town with her, donating it to various people.


    Christine had also been at their new hovel with the nice witch-lady. She was extremely happy with her new home, even if the other new tenant was skeptical. She loved the bouncy water couches that never seemed to deflate and that you could sink into but when you jumped back it popped back to normal. It was perfect! She loved being 'adopted' by this witch.

  • Layla sat in a chair, bored out of her mind. The pretty demon watched the other members go around. She rolled her eyes.


    [sorry for short post, can't think]

  • Night sat next to Iris playing it a toy she found on the dirt a rare smile on her face. She looked up and saw the new rebels were entering the room and quickly put it under her table her expression going blank like Iris told her to do, when she was found out to be a Arch Mage. She sat quietly next to Iris as told didn't say a word as the others entered or passed by. She started to play with her toy a bit again humming quietly not looking at Alex when he entered.


    (I'm kind of making Night like Iris's Apprentice in a way do you mind?)


  • OOC


    IC
    Firefly has a trust issue.
    And for such a small faerie, she has a huge trust issue.
    She jumps at every sign of danger- well, any sign at all, really. Then she flit behind a wall and tremble there for Oberon-knows-how-long then peek around shyly. She only felt comfortable around animals, and really had no friends yet. But she was surprised as a little happy to find others here. They seemed to cause no harm, but like I said, paranoia.

  • Elise leaned against the side of a peeling white house as she watched the others from a distance. She found it interesting to observe their behavior, emotions, and reactions. If only she was more like them, than her emotionless and blank self. Her hazily amber eyes finally released their piercing gaze from the other rebels as Elise looked upon the thing in her hands. Her books, three to be exact. Giving a tiny smile in pure happiness, Elise pulled them tighter to her chest before walking towards the others. As she had been squeezing them tighter, her right arm twitched making her shut her eyes quickly in a wince as pain flooded her senses. Keeping her eyes closed for a few moments, Elise let out a long breath as she loosened her grip on her books. It was her fault that she had done that. Entirely her fault. Cursing at herself in her thoughts, Elise, now preferring to stay leaning against the side of the house, opened one book up as she began to read through it carefully, inspecting each word, and if finding a mistake in facts, she would simply grab her pencil from her ear and cross it out before fixing it. What were these books, you may ask? It was simple, these were the books or better known as journals of her own discoveries about her powers. As she became so lost in her findings of herself, Elise didn't notice how she had begun twirling sand with her right hand, the substance sticking together closely as they refused to separate and become weak. If Elise would have noticed, she could have stopped herself from pulling up more and twitching her arm... again. Wincing once more, Elise only cursed herself a couple more times before resuming to her journal, every now and then looking up at the other rebels or at her right arm with displeasure.

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  • OOC


    IC
    Firefly has been slightly shocked to find another faerie within the Rebel camp. Of course, she was much too shy to approach him, but she did stalk follow him a little. He didn't seem to be a specific kind of fairy- maybe an earth? Firefly had never seen an earth faerie, mostly because they kept to themselves and the underground. A plant faerie, then?

  • Jinx had been walking down a dirt path for ages now and found nothing but fields and trees. She kept on complaining to herself how bored she was of the long walk with nothing to do. She doesn't even remember why she went this way in the first place. Just as she thought she would never see civilization again, she spotted an old, ruined village. The rebel camp. Jinx reajusted her rocketlauncher fishbones that was slung across her back and marched into the village hoping to find something to do. The houses were already falling apart so blowing up the place wouldn't be much fun.


  • [size=14]OOC
    LEAGUE PLAYER! (High five)
    I just started like, a few days ago. :-[
    Do you listen to Instalok?
    IC
    Firefly went back to her 'quarters'. Not that it was bad or anything. It was much nicer. Just... small.
    Of course there was nothing wrong with that!
    Firefly had asked to have a small paper lantern be her home, with the bottom blocked and the insides cleaned out. The top had a flap for her entrance. Inside, she had set to work making a proper home for herself.
    Now, Faeries with a certain alignment usually could only cast spells of that element, but Firefly knew enough woodland lore to make sure her leaf-and-petal bed wouldn't dry out and become brittle, or that her twig desk wouldn't snap.
    A simple fire spell made a lamp on her desk (Hah! A lamp in a lantern!) and leaf paper was always easy to find.
    And there was still enough room for her friend in the evening.
    The fireflies.


  • [size=14]OOC


    IC
    Firefly sighed, flapping back onto her bed. Ardor, her pet phoenix, perched up and one of the supports holding the lantern together. He tweeted a string if words at Firefly.
    "They Rebels have been kind to us, Ardor." She said softly. "Do you... do you really think we should leave?"
    Her fiery bird squawked out another argument. Firefly but her lip. "Why don't we talk to... some others."
    In truth, she had seen another fairy. He looked like maybe a forest type, which dust get along with fire, but if he knew of anything about the other Faeries...