Welcome to Nyxilion [Semi-lit Fantasy RP] *Accepting*

[Verdana]

Bree// The two of them set off to find shelter. This is not as easy as it might sound. The rain's coming down almost horizontally, and all likely doorways are soaked through. There isn't even an abandoned building that they might break into, let alone an open coffee shop. However, despite this setback, they eventually find a small alcove in which to sit. It's not much better than outside, but it will do. The two crowd in. It's a bit tight, notes Bree with distaste, but it will do just fine for their purposes. And if the little twerp gets any funny ideas, he'll be running out with a broken nose and a battered ego. If he's lucky. The last boy who tried anything with Bree woke up in his underwear tied to the school weathervane.

That was strange, since there was no way onto the school's roof.

The young man blows hot breath onto Bree's face. He smells strongly of chicken pie, with an underlying hint of whisky. Bree does not approve of such frivolity as eating on the job, and when she is consequently offered a sip from his battered flask, she frostily declines. He ruffles around in his pocket, apparently unfazed, and withdraws a little object. It's small, and bronze, and could be taken for a sculpture of an apricot if one disregarded the soft humming coming from within it. Her interest piques. She knows what that is. It's not what she was expecting. She was expecting a scroll, written in code and being eaten away by acid. The Commander is more and more paranoid of late. She knows what the Apricot is, of course. Ty makes them. Her eyes widen. She hides a smile.

The ignorant chap earnestly begins explaining to her how it works, mistaking her eagerness for fascination. She jars his elbow in response, catching the Apricot as it bounces out of his hand. She ignores his reproachful look. Deftly, she presses in the 'stem', and twists. The outer shell pops open, displaying a mass of wires. Ty's never been neat, for all his skills. But who cares about a messy layout? A jet of light hits Bree in the face. She winces, but it soon fades to a dull glow. A face starts to take shape within it.

If you could call it a face, Bree thinks. It's more like a jumble of shadows that could be read to be a face, if you're creative. The eyes are strained by the fact that it moves every four seconds, changing around. Whatever the person on the other end looks like, it isn't shown in the device. Bree knows that her own face can be very clearly seen on the other side. She peers into the darkness, making sure. It wouldn't do to get the name wrong. If it's who she thinks it is, she could call it whatever she liked. If it isn't... She knows what to look for. She picks out the slant of a cheek, a shock of neat hair. She smiles.
Commander. Long time.
A shadow perks along the edge in a Picasso-esque impersonation of a smile.
Bree. One word. The Commander doesn't waste them. The voice that emanates is neither male nor female, high nor deep, and so scrambled that it makes their ears hurt. All three beings taking part in this exchange know that it's necessarym so no complaint is made.
Always so good at puzzles. There's a hint of something in the tone now. Perhaps regret.

And so the first conversation that they've had in a year begins.

[Mayiamaru]

A boy wearing a white hoodie and denim jeans leaned up to Annie, whispering lightly into her ear. "A casualty in the war between creatures, humans and demons." He whispered with a wide smirk spread across his face. Natsume Gyani, a former member of the Vuglarian Devil Raiders. He had his hood over his head and covered up his gleaming cat-like green eyes. His silvery hair peeked out from under his hood as well.

[~Lotus~]

Lotus wandered around, looking for anything that might interest her in any way. She didn't really think so. She saw a few shops, and then some other things, she didn't really like the town. It wasn't as great so she was going to turn back, then she thought she saw someone.. What were they doing with a hood on?

[Lennoxa]

Annie turned. "Who are you?" She said pulling her left hand back as it glowed. Strange man, then again this is a strange town. She thought glaring at him. She couldn't afford to let her guard down even for a second. The wind blew her fire-like hair from her face. "Don't hesitate. I ask you a question." She said squinting her eyes. He looked like a normal teenager. But no human was allowed out past 8. She pondered in her thoughts who he may be.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Milo cursed quietly to himself, speaking in cat. "Murrow ak'kan'currow!" he spat, with translated to something like "Curse the souls!" He put on his most adorable alley-cat face and trotted out of the shadows, purring as he rubbed against Mayia's ankles. Maybe she'll fall for the act, and then I can get away.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia was able to understand any animal. She had a strong connection with the earth, so anything below a human wasn't something out of her grasp. With a smile, Mayia lowered herself into a crouch and stroked the cat's fur. "A stray?... Are you hungry, little fellow?" She asked, running her hand against Milo's back without knowing it was him.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Milo grimaced inside, his wild instincts telling him to run, and meowed piteously. Then he turned himself in a circle and purred, keeping up the act. He began talking in Cat, wondering if she could understand him. "Mrrt a'caerr nee'am," he said, something akin to, "Food is good for the health."

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia smiled brightly, nodding while she did. "Yes, it is." She said with a light laugh. This cat didn't seem very different than ones she had seen in the forest on her way here, but something about this cat seemed... unusual somehow. "Do you have a name?" Mayia asked, looking the cat in the eyes. She could never do this with anyone his had a human-like form. She was very bad with Humans.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Milo nodded sagely, then meowed, "Mrrtau." While it was more commonly used as a name, an ancient text had once used it to mean "Dark One". There was no connection nowadays, though, since humans no longer understood the graceful language of cats. Milo pricked his ears, sharp senses picking up a dog about a block away. He hissed and ran, glad of the excuse to get away. The dog snarled, barked, and gave chase, rushing past Mayia in it's excitement. The brute was barking madly, "Urf! Urf! Awroourf!" [Or, cat! Cat! Humancat!]

[Lennoxa]

Annie turned. "Who are you?" She said pulling her left hand back as it glowed. Strange man, then again this is a strange town. She thought glaring at him. She couldn't afford to let her guard down even for a second. The wind blew her fire-like hair from her face. "Don't hesitate. I ask you a question." She said squinting her eyes. He looked like a normal teenager. But no human was allowed out past 8. She pondered in her thoughts who he may be.