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| [Introduction]
In 1986, six babies were born in Fair Oaks Hospital, (weeks apart) all born dead, but an hour later were brought back to life by some miracle. No one knows exactly what happened each time, but they knew there was something special about these children to all have been given life. And there was something very, very special about each one. Each child was born(revived, rather) with gifts- special, supernatural gifts that they learned to live with over time. They kept it hidden from the outside world- some not even telling their family or friends. Some have even tried to deny the existence of such gifts, refusing to believe any of it was real. But now, at the ages of 20 and 21 (seeing as some would be born later in the year), things have been manifesting at a grand rate. Beings have started to invade their home town of Fair Oaks with no one to protect it. It is now time for the men and women with gifts to come and protect their loved ones. It is time for them to accept and embrace their gifts, and fight with every fiber of their being. The beings they must fight are trying to wipe out the entire civilization one city at a time, and their goal is to take out the main cities first: Fair Oaks being one of them because they realize their strongest opponents (though their opponents don’t realize it) are in Fair Oaks. The beings are strong, and unknown to the word. Their origins are unknown, and cannot be placed. They seem to be simply shadows, long, fluid, deep purple and black shadows that consume energy from every source possible- including those that stand in their way. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I am going to review everyone that requests to join before sending them invitations- I want to keep this campfire solid, detailed and lengthy. Please do not add short two or three paragraph additions, I want lengthy ones! I want this to really have great writing, great plot twists and such, which is why I will only allow those that I feel are good for this campfire. But please, please, please request! I will note when the campfire is closed, and if there are still others that want to join that I feel are capable of handling the campfire wherever we are in it, I’ll add others. Have a little plot twist with it maybe… Maybe a few other births at a smaller, private hospital or something. (Oh dear, we’re going Grey’s Anatomy on the campfire :3 ) But as I said, please keep the additions detailed and long. Really work on your character; personality depth, small odd things that your character does says (like wrinkling her nose when something bothers her, or running his hands through his hair when he’s nervous, or a favorite phrase like “totally awesome!” or “uber” or something). And when you request and invitation, please send me your character idea/profile so I can review it. Thanks and have fun! Update: I would like to add some enemies, now that I think about it. Starting with Evan Longe, who we will make one of the leaders (not THE leader) of the enemy force. I'm thinking I want mostly male enemies with one incredibly harsh, manipulative female. Email me about these positions! |
 ~Arcana~  Name: JadenAge: 20 Birthdate: October 22, 1986 Personality: Jaden is solid- a perfect friend, loving, caring, never one to put herself before others, and is definitely a challenge if someone pisses her off, especially when she’s protecting a friend, and that’s why people tend to gravitate toward her. She has a solid feel. Men she likes often keep her as the “just friend” friend, and she never tries to push it because she knows that it’s usually best that way. She pretends to be happy so she can hold that solid front, but in reality she’s lonely. She’s the kind of girl who would rather be sitting at home playing videogames and eating pizza with her date than going out to some awkward fancy dinner where she’d have to be absolutely perfect. It’s in her entire being to be laid back, over-think things and be exactly what everyone needs in that moment: the perfect friend who listens, the defending friend ready to kick some guys ass(which she definitely could without question after all the training she put herself through), the cynical bitch ready to defend herself when needed, a pillow, just someone to cuddle with, or someone to just sit and do absolutely nothing with. She adapts to every situation, but she isn’t quite sure she’s found herself yet. Appearance: Standing at a decent 5’8”, Jaden has a slender body that one wouldn’t call incredibly slim or overweight with generous curves, long legs, and lean muscle- something she’s gained from being trained to fight since she was young. Her eyes are a bright, vivid green, and her long, near-waist length hair is a deep brown. She’s not one to impress others with her clothing, so does very little with herself and yet has a strange, exotic beauty to her. She seems to be perfection-even in simple dark jeans and a camisole. It’s almost ironic how beautiful she is considering she can’t even get a date because people are too afraid to lose the friend in her. History: When she was five, her mother was killed by a man who wanted nothing more than her money and body. When her body was found, her father decided to train Jaden to fight off attackers if it ever came to that. For years she trained in fear, until she was 18, when a man had attacked her just as he had attacked her mother, and she bested him easily. Since then, she has taken joy in fighting and even forces herself to train to the best of her ability. Now, at twenty, she serves as a bounty hunter of sorts, tracking down rapists on her own accord (and by some hires, but that’s rare), to pay for her mother’s death. Because she doesn’t realize the man that she had killed was her mother’s rapist, she decided she had to find him and kill him. Taking out some others along the way couldn’t hurt- and it was good practice, too. Houshi Balesk ^-^v Name: Devi (also the name of a Goddess of Power)Age: 21 Birthdate: March 18, 1986 Personality: Playful, coy, and seductive without even meaning to be or realizing it, Devi is one of those girls that just gets attention. She loves to help people, and to care for them, which is what keeps her relationships with her friends strong, and is probably why people are attracted to her. Devi wears her heart on her sleeve most of the time, but there are just some moments where you can’t tell a THING about her emotions or thoughts, which is somewhat scary to those who know her—she’s always ALIVE, vibrant and present, so when she does pull back and come within herself, the contrast is shocking. Though she has an amazing amount of power, she tries to suppress it, so she’s basically a living bomb—Because she suppresses it and energy doesn’t get used, her energy flares at random points in time, sometimes attacking or pushing someone near her over. When she gets angry (EVERYONE knows when she’s angry…) she has the least control of her gifts, and often attacks the person she’s angry at without even realizing it—that is, until the person blacks out. Then, she knows. ^-^; Her greatest fault: she loves too much and wants to BE loved, so she changes to fit a certain mold more often than anyone should. Appearance: 5’6”, thin and pretty, with a little past shoulder length black hair, olive-tan skin, and unusual red eyes that have black flecks scattered around them(she usually lies and says they’re contacts… One of her greatest fears is being the outcast. Hated and feared). She looks nothing like the rest of her blond, blue eyed family, who often joke that she must have been switched at birth or from outer space or something. You know how those family reunions are… Her clothing style is usually comfortable with a soft sexiness—she doesn’t believe in showing an insane amount of cleavage(though she does have plenty to show), yet her clothing (though usually simply black jeans and a thin skin tight black sweater) definitely shows off her generous curves. With the body of a goddess and a personality to kill, there’s little she can’t do. History: Nothing out of the ordinary- her family consists of herself, her mother and father, her little brother, Bob the goldfish, and the stray cat that decided to adopt her. The only one that knows about her gifts is the cat- Devi tries to keep her gifts hidden from the world, though studies them in her apartment when she’s alone. At 19, she moved out of her parents house-- though she still lives close enough to have dinner with them once a week or so. Though she has not told them about her gifts, she is still very close to them. She always tried to be perfect for her family as she grew up, because she was so scared that they would abandon her for her differences, which is probably why she’s stuck in the habit of trying to become what everyone wants. (Her fear of being alone and unloved is what it comes down to in the end) With everything running smoothly with her family, there was little to go wrong elsewhere in her life. Coming Back...soon. Name: Seth Ian Ambrose Age: 20 Birthdate: November 4, 1986 Personality: Seth is the embodiment of the God of Hospitality. He loves to party and knows how to have a good time. He's a genuine people-person and loves to be around others. He cherishes his social skills and finds that people feel very comfortable around him and open up easily to him. He tends to be a great listener but is brutally honest when giving advice. He's never been on time to anything in his entire life, but that's only because he wants to make a grand entrance. He can, at times, come off as very annoying, cynical and over-confident. In reality, it's an odd mix of optimism and liking to be the center-of-attention. He has the tendency to make a fool of himself around those he particularly fancies. He's a loyal person . . . if he can remember your name. Appearance: Seth stands a respectable 6' 2". He is idolized as being a Golden boy: richly tanned skin, blonde hair he often spikes or leave messy, and bright and lively light blue eyes. His build is rather slender but is detailed with sculpted and exercised muscles. He likes to keep himself presentably and can often be found clothed in the latest line of Abercrombie or Hollister. His nails are always kept looking nice; it's one of his pet-peeves. His one imperfection, and he absolutely hates it, is a faded scar just below his strong jawbone. He doesn't remember what it was from and neither does anyone else. History: Ever since he was younger, Seth has felt alone. He grew up in a warm and loving family and has always had numerous friends. However, there's an emptiness that gnaws at him. And, no matter how many people he surrounds himself with, the feeling of isolation never diminishes. When he turned 20, Seth realized he had the psionic ability to manipulate energy; he has recently learned how to control it and form it into high-moving kinetic blasts. He is currently in Fair Oaks attending Ashenwood University, an Ivy-League school, majoring in Physics. Here, he feels closer to his solitude than ever before. ~Arcana~ Jaden stared at the computer screen blankly, her mind running a mile a minute. Her next target: Evan Longe. Her long slender fingers smoothed over the mouse pad, moving to click on his picture a second time. He had the eyes of a killer, she thought. Then again, so do I. Letting her eyes focus on her reflection in the screen, she frowned. This is what she had become. A killer. A mass murderer of mass murders. A small smile tugged at her lips when that thought poked at her mind. Yes, she was killing murderers. Rapists. There was some justification in that, right? Evan Longe had raped and killed three women to date that she knew of- that she KNEW of. But she was sure there were plenty more. For a man to be still on the loose when there had been witnesses each of the times she heard about… meant that he knew what he was doing. But he had his flaws. His need clouded his judgment while he was acting on them. He hadn’t been paying careful attention. That, in itself, is why he was seen. And that going to be the one way to find him. To catch him in the act. Jaden noted the emptiness of his clear blue eyes. The tight thin line that made out his lips. The somewhat pale yellow tan skin of his face and the dark sunken circles under his eyes. Every single aspect of him made her want to vomit. Made her want to scream and punch something. Reminded her of her mother. She closed the file and shut her eyes, trying to get her insides to stop shaking and churning. Every time she did this, she got sick. It was an interesting feeling… to want revenge and hate it at the same time. Hate becoming the thing she was fighting. And yet, it became second nature to her. So she couldn’t just stop. It was a part of her, no matter how much she wanted to deny the fact or be rid of it. It was part of her being. “Hey, Jade?” Devi was standing at the doorway. “Uhm… are you okay? You don’t look so good.” “I’m fine, Devi.” Jaden stood, offering her a smile. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “Oh yeah. Well, one of the guys let me in.” Jaden could see the worry in Devi’s eyes. “Still playing God of War?” She stood after shutting down the computer. “Or are they ready to watch Underworld?” “…Well,” Devi smirked. “They said they’re ready when we are.” “Which means another hour, right?” “Yep, ’cause the moment we get out there, it’s going to be ‘five more minutes, guys. Five more minutes.’ And twenty minutes later, you and I decide to go see Transformers… And when we mention it to them to see if they react in the slightest, they say ‘Hell yeah, let’s go! Just give us five more minutes.’ Then when we come back home two hours later they have already finished the game and are half way into Underworld without us.” Devi laughed. Jaden couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. That was, in fact, probably how it would go. Then when everyone fell asleep…. Evan wouldn’t stand a chance. If she had calculated correctly, he was going to strike tonight. She plugged in every single possibility she could think of, and all signs pointed to tonight. June 30th, 2007. The night of the full moon. It struck her as funny, when she thought about it. There were so many people that believed the full moon caused people to act insane, out of character, and beastly. Not that she believed it, really. It all seemed so ridiculous. All the insanity about werewolves and a rise in murder simply because of the full moon. Out of all of the people she had found, this was the first that actually fit the bill. Her guess? He probably thinks he’s a werewolf, or he’s just using the full moon as an excuse. But, then again… She looked at her hands, clenched into fists. Then again… look at what I am. “What’s wrong, Jaden?” Devi moved toward her, her head tipped down a little. That was funny, really. That’s what an animal does when approaching another animal if it isn’t trying to pick a fight. “I’m fine. My hands were going numb a bit, that’s all. Too much typing I guess. I have a paper due Monday that I’ve been trying to finish.” She massaged her hands gently, to support the lie. She hadn’t told Devi about her abilities. Not yet. She didn’t know if she ever would, really. Jaden hadn’t told anyone. It wasn’t like she could tell her father, even as they were very close. That was the one good thing that came out of her mother’s death. Her relationship with her father grew. And now he was her best friend in a lot of ways. He made her the woman she was. And she couldn’t tell her friends. They just wouldn’t understand. “Alright, then I guess we should get to the guys.” “Yeah.” Jaden smiled- a genuine smile, this time. Tonight would be a very good night. Houshi Balesk ^-^v Devi had left Jaden’s close to midnight. She had wanted to stay the night like Jaden had offered, but she couldn’t. She needed to think and get home to her new found friend- Pounce the kitty. Yes, Pounce. That’s all she could really think of when she found him at three in the morning a few weeks back and before she could change his name the next day when her head was clear, he had already gotten used to it.Looking up at the full moon, a sense of dread filled her. Something sunk in her core, and she felt the tiny hairs on her arms stick straight on end. She heard hard, harsh panting, and stiffened instinctively, straining to hear the footsteps that fell behind her. Why on earth had she decided to walk through Fair Oaks Park? She quickly picked up her pace, clenching her hands into fists at her sides. The moment she did, the being behind her did as well. Footsteps pounded behind her quickly, and a low growl was her only warning before she was forced onto the floor, sand and glass rubbing against her palms. Claws tore at her clothes, and the heavy creature held her firmly against the ground. Her nails dug into her attacker’s arms, and she tried to force him off physically, but he was way too heavy. She scratched as his throat, and she started pounding her fists against his chest. “Get off of me!” She let out the loudest scream she could, forcing all of the energy in her body outward, throwing him back about nine feet. That’s one thing her gifts were good for- when she needed it, she could easily push someone away from her. Even cripple them just with her energy flares. That’s all she could call them, really, energy flares. Whenever her energy reached its limit or she got incredibly defensive, all the energy in her being forced itself outward in waves. Thus, flares. It was then that she got a decent look at him. Well, she did until he faded into a deep purple-black shadow. Okay, so she seriously wasn’t dealing with anything normal. The shadow moved toward her quickly, and she held up her hands instinctively, creating a shield in front of her. It crackled slightly as the shadow pushed itself against it, pressing it forward, and Devi struggled to counter it. The being stopped pushing, and instead started laughing. The mist that made up the shadowy figure swirled and started forming a human male- tall, blond, icy clear blue eyes and a grin that unnerved her to no end. Evan Longe. She had seen him on the news the past few months and was well aware of his history. Well, no wonder the police couldn’t find him. “So you’ve been studying.” “What?” Devi hesitated, stepping back as she continued to hold the shield in place. There was no way she was letting down her guard. He raised his hand and pointed at the shield, which immediately fell. He seemed pleased with himself having destroyed it with little to no effort on his part. “You’ve been studying.” “I… suppose you could say that.” Her eyebrows furrowed. How had he completely destroyed her shield? How had he had control over it? She shook her head, trying to get her focus back onto defending herself. “Who are you? What are you?” “I’m surprised you aren’t asking me who and what you are.” He was really starting to freak her out. His grin never faltered as he looked her over. “I almost wish you weren’t my enemy, baby doll.” “Excuse me?” He started biting his bottom lip as his gaze lingered over certain areas, but after a moment, he corrected himself and started looking around the park. “But you aren’t the one I was drawing out. Where is she anyway?” This confused her. He was drawing someone out? Another victim? What the hell was he? “You know… I can teach you more.” He started walking toward her, and with each step, the forty-something year old man started changing. This skin of his face tightened, growing more youthful; his wonderfully clear blue eyes darkened and turned a dark, solid forest green, and his once short blond hair was now brown and fell over his eyes. By the time he had reached her, he looked to be in early to mid twenties, and incredibly good looking. Shapeshifting. He was close to her now, and she could feel his breath on her forehead. How had he managed to get this close without her realizing it? And she couldn’t get herself to move back. An Incubus, perhaps? Something similar. She felt and heard him laugh, and the sudden rush of warm breath on her face made her shudder. There was something about him that definitely wasn’t good, but drew her in. “I can teach you more. I can teach you how to effectively use all of that energy stored in your body,” He brushed his hands across her bare shoulders. Why had she worn her camisole tonight? Yes, it had been a warm night but even she knew better than that. He tilted her head upward, his lips hovering above hers for a moment. “You really ought to join me.” “Get away from her!” A swift kick to the head forced Evan away from her. “What?” Devi shook her head, trying to clear it. How had her mind become so clouded in the few moments that she had been standing with him? He must have been some form of hybrid Incubus. Incubus… shape shifter… what the hell was this guy? Jaden was standing beside her now, glaring down at Evan. If that was his real name. “Are you okay?” Jaden glanced quickly at her. “Oh God, you saw.” Devi’s insides squirmed. She hadn’t told Jaden her secret, and now she was completely exposed. Now she was going to lose one of her best friends. “More or less,” Jaden’s eyes already returned to Evan, who stood and brushed the sand and dirt off of his clothing. “I was wondering where you were. I was just helping myself to your friend.” He grinned. Something changed in that moment. The energy around them tensed, and it felt so familiar. It felt correct. Like she had been missing something and just found it. Then she felt something else- the same familiar feeling, but the air around her held a calling. Devi turned around, confident in Jaden’s ability to busy Evan. Someone was there. Someone else was there with them. Coming Back...soon. Seth brought the blue plastic cup to nose, inhaling the scent of the dark liquid it held. His face cringed and he quickly took it away. Exhaling air from his thin lips he yelled over the techno music, "Damn Joe! What the hell did you put in this?" The dark-haired male leaned into his ear, screaming over the constant bass and electronic beats. "Don't be a baby. It's not even anything hard. So, stop sniffin' and start drinkin'!" With that, both males toasted one another and then gluped the dark liquid down there throats. Upon entry, the alcohol burned Seth's esophagus and stole the air from his lungs. Coughing, he put his hand on the marble countertop to steady himself. Something didn't feel right. And, he didn't think it was the alcohol. Something gnawed at his soul. He felt out of place at the party. That was his problem: no matter how many people he surrounded himself with, he still felt totally alone. He didn't know why, but he had always felt way. "Dude. You okay?" Joe was leaning with him, hand placed on his shoulder. Seth shook his head, his vision blurring. Through slit eyes, he looked up to see Joe's foggy face. "Are you sure there wasn't anything in that drink?" "Yeah, man. Positive. Mixed it myself. Just rum and coke." John looked confused. Seth had never gotten smashed off of just one. "You can't hold your beer for shit, man." A horrible laugh filled Seth's ears, and for some reason it seemed to be louder than the music in the background. Everything sounded more heightened. He could hear everyone's conversation all at once but individually also. His head pounded. Gathering what strength and focus he had left, he looked at the powerbox on the far wall of the basement. He tried to block out everything else. His sole concentration was the grey box. A dense white smoke began to escape through the breaks in the box. Overhead, the lights flickered. Small sparks began jumping from the wall unit. Than . . .. darkness. The powerunit couldn't take anymore. It overloaded and fried, cutting off the electricity. Everyone starting screaming and bumping into one another frantically. Seth admired his new found talent. He seldom used it, but it always made for an easy exit if he needed it. Gathering himself the best he could, he crawled up the carpeted stairs and found the doorknob that would lead him outside. The streets shone with glistening puddles from the rainstorm earlier that day. His head didn't hurt anymore and he could see clearly. What the hell? He thought to himself. That's never happened before. He started the long walk home. He needed rest. He'd be able to think more clearly in the morning. Seth passed through the open iron-rod gates of Fair Oaks Park, the shortcut he took everytime he went to Joe's. There was something the air. His head started to hurt again and his eyes clouded. He leaned against a tree. Distant voices pulled him from passing out. "More or less." came a soft familiar voice. “I was wondering where you were. I was just helping myself to your friend.” The next voice was deeper, more masculine. It sounded demonic, almost. Seth, driven by curiosity, inched his way toward the voices. "Devi? Jaden? Is that you, guys?" He barely managed coherently. The two of them stood over a man he'd never seen. "Whose that on the ground?" Before they could turn, the man had simply faded into darkness. Andante Name: Danielle Age: 20 Birthdate: December 25, 1986 Personality: Danielle is a natural leader. She is the type of extravert who does not seek to be the center of attention but who tends to be through sheer force of personality. She’s the type of person others tend to love or hate. There is no middle ground with her; she’s loud, she’s opinionated, and if you can’t take it you won’t like her. Warm fuzzy feelings or a sense of kinship are not what draw people to her; it is her aura of self-confidence, her ability to make decisions and act on them swiftly, and her infuriating habit of being right that tend to make her an individual around which others orient themselves. She is a fount of reason, and always seems to know how to simplify and solve problems. Yet Danielle is not someone one could call “sympathetic” or “loving”; she generally doesn’t know what others are feeling, she doesn’t care, and she certainly won’t cater her logic-bound opinions to others’ flimsy emotions. It’s not her problem that the truth makes people uncomfortable, sad, frightened, or angry. She’d tell you, “Too bad, so sad, get over it and learn to live in the world around you.” She’s the kind of person who will tell you what’s what…. whether you want to hear it or not. Those who know her at all know not to expect her to sugar coat the truth, not to expect her to dumb things down; she values reason above all else, and intelligence is a close second. She has no patience for people who she perceives as weak, misguided or willfully ignorant, and she will tend to be infuriated by them. Hers is not a quiet anger; she is naturally loud, and when she’s angry she’s even louder. She’s right, she KNOWS she’s right, and this tends to make her more than a little arrogant and forceful. Appearance: Danielle is tall, awkward, and not overwhelmingly attractive. Nor is she the kind of person to care; she wears her slightly-wavy dark brown hair chopped off at her chin, where it tends to wander off in various directions, forming a strange, frizzy halo about her head. Her cranium is too large for her face to be considered attractive, her eyes too small and shrewd, and the cynical smile on her lips just don’t make them look like they’re made for kissing. She tends to wear jeans and a black t’shirt, every day, except when she’s wearing black dress pants and a black t’shirt. Black-framed eyeglasses are probably her most notable physical feature. She’s not ugly, she’s not pretty; she’s not tall, she’s not short; she’s not skinny, she’s not fat; she’s just average. History: As a young child, Danielle’s extremely-religious parents sent their bright, intractable daughter from Christian school to Christian school, lamenting the prideful nature that tended to get her expelled once every three or four years throughout the entirety of her elementary, junior high, and high school education. Finally, after realizing that EVERY Christian school in the Fair Oak’s area was now unwilling to accept the disdainful, extremely-skeptical, openly-Atheist teenager, Danielle’s mother and father allowed her to go to one of the public schools in the area, where she tortured her poor, less-intelligent teachers for the duration of her senior year with her lengthy diatribes about society and her harsh estimations of her instructors’ abilities, before finally graduating and going on to college. Now, at 20, she is a junior studying Religious Studies, where she is leading a one-woman intellectual Atheist-evangelist Crusade against religion… and continuing her lifelong, secret study of the bio/vitakinetic abilities which allow her to directly control the life energies of living organisms… to heal, to change, or to harm... Derek the Dalek Name: Master Time/Mistress DeathAge: 21 Birthdate: April 9th, 1986 Personality: Master Time is a person of few words, choosing only to speak to those he deems worthy to be approached by the child of the vortex. However when he does speak he tends to be friendy and understanding to them, if perhaps displaying some level of distance due to his usual task as an observer. He is neither inherently good nor evil, as Time can be kind or cruel, it is simply how things are meant to be. Master Time insures that the past present and future maintain their postions, with any 'interferance' to be dealt with by any means required. Mistress Death is quite different; chatty to those who are in danger of losing their lives, she is a gambler and is prepared to do tasks for any side of the coin, providing they understand the price. She tends to ignore those who are in little danger of death, though she can appear if she wishes to and if it suits her. Appearance: Master Time has brown hair with rich blue eyes, and when he smiles appears to be extremely attractive. Short at 5'0 he wears a grey cloak round his body save for his face and hands, and he appears to float rather than walk. There are two pockets on either side of the cloak, which contain items that humanity are not meant to control. As Mistress Death his face shifts and twists until it is a living skeleton, a wide bone grin spread across her face as her hands similarly lose their skin, and her hair becomes long and white. Mistress Death's cloak doesn't seem to change colour, yet those who witness the change swear it seems to become more black. History: Since before time there has been a constant requirement for balance in the universe, with Earth at the centre of one such scale. Though many enities view the cosmos two of its most powerful are Father Time, a being who controls the entire of Time absolutely, past present and future, and Death, the female bringer of fear and humanity's curse and blessing in one. Father Time and Death chose each other early on as partners, for without Time there can be no Death, and without Death Time is too fractured to exist. Their offspring was chosen in a specific era of Earth to guard it, both as protector and destroyer, whatever was required. He was also required to be two enities at once, and thus a strange split personality has been forged in Master Time and Mistress Death. Created from the body of a stillborn child, Master Time and Mistress Death have observed Earth in many eras, stopping possible threats from creatures existing beyond Time who seek to claim Earth as their own, and destroying unruly humans who would do much the same. In theory, when he/she is old enough, the pair now living in one form will seperate and become the new Father Time and Death, setting the stage for the new generation. However, two things have been altered, and Time and Death are worried. First there seems to be a disagreement between brother and sister, a partly childish belief over who truly is the superior being. And second, with this lapse a force of beings from beyond Time has amasted stronger than ever before, starting in the place where the twins were forged. Master Time and Mistress Death have a task to preform; to rid the universe of those who would seek to plague their parents once and for all. The questions remains as to if the pair will succeed... Powers: As such powerful enities, Master Time and Mistress Death have unpresidented powers over their respected fields. Master Time can hold, halt, slow, speed up, rewind and even twist time to an incredible degree, resulting in enemies often being aged to death or regressed to infantcy, or even cast into a portal to a time before or after oxygen existed. He and his sister can also exist outside of Time, allowing them to be invisible to those who have no knowledge of such matters. Mistress Death's powers are less apparent than her brother's, she tends to bargain and speak to her foes, often forcing them to choose their own final destruction. Despite popular conception she does not carry a scythe on her person, though she and her brother both carry some nasty tools of the trade, most appearing out of thin air. The most important matter is their change - it can happen at any time, usually when one wishes to speak over the other. In some cases it can happen very quickly. Time and Death recognise the need to support each other, so expect a conversation between the pair to seem very weird as they shift in form at a fast rate.. In extremely rare cases, the pair emit an huge force of will to temporary and prematurely split from each other bodies so that can can tackle foes together, but at the very most this will last a period of some five minutes. ~Arcana~ "Seth?" Jaden didn't bother to glance over, and good thing, too. She got to watch Evan disappear."The hell?" She heard Seth mutter somewhat confusedly. "Seth!" Devi had ran over to hug him quickly. That was something about Devi that Jaden just never understood. How Devi could get so many people to just love her to death, and how she could love them just as much-- Jaden never could get that reaction. "What are you doing here?" Jaden watched as Seth's gaze met hers after he let Devi go. He seemed confused, but not scared. That was good. "How long were you here?" "Not long," he looked between the two girls again. "What on earth are you two doing out here at this time of... er, morning?" "I was on my way home." Devi pursed her lips together. "And I was going for a walk." She had figured that was her best excuse. What other could she really have, anyway? 'Oh, nothing! I was just waiting to attack a serial killer.. a rapist, really. Nothing big.' Yeah, that was going to go over well. "Oh," Seth nodded, running a hand through his hair. Something was bothering him. Jaden watched him carefully, taking a quick glance over at Devi. She herself hadn't done anything with her gifts, but Devi sure had. And if Seth had seen that, who know what he could be thinking. This was really the perfect time to use one of her gifts, and she knew she had to. But the fact that she had to use it on a friend unnerved her. She focused her gaze on him again, eyes narrowed slightly as she slipped into his mind. Almost instantly, her head started pounding and she quickly forced herself to make it calm again. Nothing like that had happened before. Then Seth looked up, as if he felt the pressure on his head, and she was forced out of his head. Seth's eyes narrowed on her, and she instantly stiffened. He knew. He was involved. He had to be if he could shut her out like that. "What was that for?" Jaden growled slightly. "Huh?" Devi looked confused. "You could have just asked, Jade." Seth moved closer to her. Though he towered over her, she continued to advance. "What was I supposed to do, ask you what you saw and blow our cover?" "Cover? Guys, I'm confused. What's going on? Wait, you saw, Seth?" Devi's eyes widened. "No, but now I know." Seth smirked at Jaden. "Look, I don't mind. I won't tell anyone. You know I won't, Jaden." Jaden furrowed her eyebrows slightly. He was being way too calm about this. Normal people wouldn't be as calm when finding out their friends have strange gifts. "You know?" Devi suddenly seemed incredibly depressed. Why, Jaden didn't know. "Yes, I do, Devi." Seth offered her a smile. His smile was always something she loved AND hated about him. It was so friendly, but it was one of those smiles that you use to tame something. To calm it down. Almost fake, in a way. He mastered that little art. It didn't seem to help Devi any, Jaden realized. She watched her friend carefully as Devi lowered her gaze to the ground. She and Seth exchanged glances. Seth jerked his head in Devi's direction, and Jaden nodded confirmation. Focusing on Devi once more, she gently slipped into her mind. Devi was definitely someone she had to be careful with when it came to mind probing. She had seen Devi's energy take form and the power it had. If she felt that Jaden was trying to harm her in any way, Devi might attack her without even meaning to. It didn't take long before she touched the surface of the problem, but she couldn't manage to go any deeper. Jaden frowned some as she looked to Seth. "Devi, you know that we love you. Nothing is going to change that." Devi looked up and smiled. "Yeah, of course I do. I know that." Houshi Balesk ^-^v "Why the sudden comment, though?" Devi looked from Jaden to Seth. Something was off. It was such an odd and random comment. Perfect timing, too, considering she had just started feeling like everything was going to change. Especially the way the others viewed her... or cared about her.It was her greatest fear, one she even hated to admit to herself. It's easy to create your own world- this little bubble around yourself- and convince yourself that you think a certain way. That everything is perfectly okay. Why admit truths that you don't have to believe in that moment, you know? With the knowledge of her gifts, it was quite possible that Jaden and Seth would completely disown her, or hell, even think her an enemy. When your entire life is dedicated to loving and protecting your friends and family... all those that you love, it's hard to think of being attacked or hated by them. On one hand, Devi was beginning to get really defensive and annoyed that Jaden had singled her out. It was as if she had been reading her mind. Knowing her every emotion... but then, that would mean Devi was being a complete hypocrit. Wasn't she the one fearing it? "Nevermind," Devi murmured, looking up at the sky. Clouds started shifting across the moon, hiding some of the pure white brilliance. "This isn't coincidence, you know." Jaden tensed up, Devi noticed when she finally turned back to them. She saw Jaden's hands clench, and Seth's confused face when he noticed as well. Shrugging it off, Devi smiled. "We are all here for a reason, right? To know that we all have some kind of..." she paused, wanting to say 'curse,' which was more appropraite than.. "gift. There's really no reason as to why all three of us are here at the exact same time... or that we ended up seeing whatever it was we saw. I don't believe in coincidences." "Well, I think we better get out of here," Seth was glancing around. "We can talk about this later." "You guys can come over to my place. We can talk about it there." Jaden offered. Okay, not really offered. Ordered. Suggested firmly? Was there really a difference with Jaden? Seth and Devi looked at each other and nodded, almost reluctantly in Devi's case. She wasn't exactly sure how this would end. Especially with the other guys at the house... if they were still there. And she certainly wasn't going to tell Jaden and Seth everything... not yet. © Copyright 2007 ~Arcana~, Houshi Balesk ^-^v, Coming Back...soon., Andante, Derek the Dalek, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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