Who: Daiyu and Leon
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Medical Pavilion-Leon's office
What: Daiyu vents about various things. One being a particular Naga.

If one saw Daiyu, they would think she was some zombie from Dawn of the Dead. She had a hoodie on, but it was lazily falling down to almost her elbows. Her eyes had dark circles around them and her skin seemed almost pale. Her makeup from the previous night was on. So mascara and eye shadow dripped from her lashes and eye lids to the corner of her eyes. Eventually, there was a trail leading towards her cheeks. When the rain started it looked like she was crying.

She was cold, but she ignored the feeling and dragged her feet towards the Medical Pavilion. When she arrived her hair was dripping and she felt like a dog shaking her hair slightly. A woman asked her where she was going when she walked by a various group of employees. Daiyu simply gave them the finger. The psychometric could read, she was going to find her destination by herself.

She found Leon’s office and near kicked the door open. Slamming the door behind her she sat on the comfortable couch for a moment before she spoke.

“………………..This really does look like a shrinks office.”

She made herself more comfortable by kicking off her shoes and putting her feet up on the couch. “I walked all this fucking way to see your ass so you’re going to shut up and do the whole shrink-y thing with me or I will kick your ass.”

Who: Theora, Daiyu, and Jia
When: Late Morning
Where: Theora's Office, Town Hall
What: Theora requests Daiyu and Jia's help with something very important

It had been over two months since Kaiya and Faye had been killed, and still they weren't any closer to solving the mystery. It was frustrating, but that didn't mean that they gave up. Theora especially kept vigilant with the tasks given to her. She worked alongside the staff at the Medical Pavilion to find a way of identifying the strands of hair collected from evidence at the scene. It wasn't easy trying to find magical ways of DNA identification, but in the end (almost a week ago now) they were able to create a successful method. Of course, they still had to collect comparative hair samples in order for the test to work in the first place.

The priestess sighed as her mind raced with all of those thoughts. She pinched the bridge of her nose while she sat at her desk. Even the priestess, who had lived for almost eight-hundred years and had experienced almost everything imaginable, found it hard to believe that their haven, their Elysium, had a murderer amongst its citizens. Even after all the turmoil caused from the virus, and the war, there were some who still had the urge to hurt and kill. It saddened the priestess, but it also made her more determined to find the culprit once and for all.

It was the reason she had summoned Daiyu and Jia Wei to her office that morning. She had discovered that they were psychometrics, praeternaturals with the ability to see an object's past, and experiences. It was the perfect way to discover who had killed the two innocent fae with the only piece of evidence they had managed to collect from the scene: a thin, gold necklace. A trinket to some, but within its woven strands held the secret to the killer's identity. Why they hadn't thought of this sooner was beyond Theora, but at least they had thought of it now, and perhaps it was still not too late to prevent the madman from striking again.

Who: Max, Daiyu, and Jia
When: Morning
Where: The Cafe
What: Holidays just aren't his thing.

He really needed to shave. Max was letting himself become more unkempt than usual lately because he didn't feel like taking care of those things whenever the holidays crept up on him. Today was Christmas, but no one would have guessed the day by just looking at him and him alone. He was a train wreck on wheels with his unshaven face, messy hair, and the dark circles underneath his eyes. He sat at one of the tables outside alone, the way he preferred it. His overstuffed blue jacket almost made it impossible to function with the proper arm movement needed to drink his coffee, but Max didn't care. He didn't care about a lot of things on this day.

Memories of his mother came to the surface, causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose and force them away. He blinked open tired, bloodshot eyes and lowered his hand. The coffee wasn't waking him up worth a damn. He should've asked for expresso shots. Three would have done the trick. He placed his cup onto the table and looked at his surroundings, drinking in the sight of all the different people around him. This was what he did on Christmas: He observed other people and spent his time alone. No friends, no women. Just the silence and a good cup of coffee.

It was a shitty cup of coffee this morning, but he could overlook that fact.

Max wiped a hand over his face and tried to bring the world back into focus. He had a rule on Christmas. He tried to talk to as few people as possible, but he noticed the two girls at the table across from his left. He noticed them because they looked like imperfect mirror reflections of each other. They were cute as well, but he wasn't looking for that reason. He was butting in on someone else's life, his curiosity getting the best of him. They acted like family. Family. The one thing he didn't need to be thinking about.

"Are you two sisters?" Max inquired, speaking loud enough for them to hear him. "You look related." Or I'm just being an asshole, he thought. Either is possible.

Who: Dominic & Daiyu
When: Late morning
Where: Library
What: Putting up campaign posters

Dominic was determined to win one of those Vice-Council seats. It was important to him and to the future of Helicharis as a whole. He knew he could make a difference if only he had some power, little as it may have been. The first step, however, was to get his name out there. Let himself be known to others since he had only been in the haven for two or three weeks at the most. No one would vote for someone they had never met before, so he got started on his campaign the moment he received the letter earlier that day.

The posters he made were crude at best. A single sheet of paper with a picture of himself with his name, and a little slogan underneath it all. He didn't make very many, fifteen at the most, since the camera he had borrowed from one of Loki's friends had run out of film. At least the girl was nice enough to let him borrow it. Dominic would find a way to repay her later.

He went around the town, putting up his campaign ads in the places with the most people - the cafe, the restaurant, the candy shop, Town Hall, the combat gym, and finally the library. It would be his last stop in town before he made his way over toward the different cottages. The siren stood in front of the bulletin board that was placed near the library's entrance - anyone who went in-and-out of the library would definitely see his poster. Dominic knew the power of subliminal suggestion went a long way, and as long as his name was in the back of people's minds they would surely keep him in mind as they voted.

He stepped back to eye his 'masterpiece', and smiled. He was the first one to get any posters up in Elysium, and that would surely make a difference in the end.

Who: James and Daiyu
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Art Shop
What: Never read something that isn't yours.


James really didn’t know the two people that had passed away the day after Halloween, but he felt awful for them. Death was a shitty thing. Not that he knew or anything since he was alive. How could he know about death if he was alive? But he imagined the whole getting killed thing wasn’t pleasant. He knew he didn’t want to die crapping in a diaper, but he didn’t want to get his throat slashed or something. Just the thought of that made him touch his throat in discomfort.

He felt like doing something with his room, he needed to do things to take his mind off gross things like people getting killed, so James headed into the art shop. When he entered it appeared no one was there. However, there was a comic book on the counter. it looked like one of those Japanese ones because James couldn’t tell if the story was going forwards or backwards. He never understood why the story of those manga things had to be so technical.

He propped himself on the counter and began to read the small text. The girl looked pretty badass. She was some street car racer.

“Top of the corvette down, hair blowing furiously in the wind, that’s when Yuzia was free. When danger was yelling at her in the face, was telling her to give her life up that was when she felt serene.” James looked around him and laughed.

"Could totally be like a Herbal Essence commercial.” He turned the page and kept reading the manga that was apparently a work in progress because the next page wasn’t colored.

Who: Everyone!
When: From sunset onward!
Where: Around the Ancient Elven Tree
What: All Hallow's Eve Festival!

ooc: to join in on the festivities, simply comment to the main post. Your entry can be a narrative or open to others. If you are replying to someone else reply to their comment and not to the main post. All activities are open for participation, it is up to your discretion what your character will do.

The sounds of happy parade goers filled the evening air as the citizens of Elysium marched from the town toward the festival near the Ancient Elven Tree. Many of the citizens were dressed in costume, and it was obvious that they had been looking forward to the All Hallow's Eve event. The lively music, provided by the fauns, set the overall tone of the parade. Many of the citizens were singing along to the music, while others whooped and cheered. Their path toward the Ancient Elven Tree was lighted by magical sparklers that never lost their energy, and some citizens even had hand-held sparklers that they waved around happily. Sorcerers enchanted objects to light up the sky like fireworks, while small fairies fluttered around the citizens like fireflies.

( Onto the festivities! )

Who: Daiyu and Logan
When: Late Afternoon
Where Art supply shop
What: Meeting a new friend with similar taste!

Daiyu was surprised that in the morning hours she did not argue with her sister. She simply asked Jia if she could fetch some of the goods in town if she was too busy in the art store and her sister happily agreed. Was there something going on here? Was her sister dipping into a hidden supply of nitrous oxide that she wasn’t aware was around? She guessed their time together was making them get along more.

The art supply shop was fairly quiet and Daiyu found herself doodling behind the desk, drawing pictures of old tattoo designs she fantasized inking on people back when she was an ink artist. It gave her somewhat of a saddened feeling inside but if she didn’t let it out and draw, it would have probably gotten worse. She didn’t like being the type of girl to get all worked up over things she couldn’t change.

She hid her sketches away and sat up behind the desk when she heard a noise that usually meant someone had entered the shop. She had grown friendlier now when greeting people. As long as they didn’t bombarded the place like Adair once did. Though Daiyu didn’t quite find the stranger she still spoke up, her voice by no means rude or annoyed. “May I help you?”

Who: Jia, Daiyu and Zosimus
When: Afternoon
Where: The Gift Shop
What: Meeting a (addoraable xD) new friend


Jia was attempting to find things that her and her sister could do together. Morning through nights of silent treatments was growing a little frustrating and if she had to be the one who had to break the cycle of immaturity and work on a way they could get along better, then so be it. The whole day she was reciting what she could say to Daiyu without her shooting her down.

She went to the art shop and the two managed to have a nice lunch together at the restaurant. Though they mostly talked about art related things and perhaps a few guys here and there, it was better than nothing. Jia then proposed they decorated their cottage and that seemed to perk up her sister very much so. It made Jia even more hopeful that they would get along when Daiyu agreed to come to the gift shop to help her out for an hour or so since the art shop was slow.

When the two walked to the gift shop they noticed a young boy. It was a a centaur in fact. The two were not shocked, especially Jia who walked a bit closer. “Are you lost?” She tilted her head with a friendly smile. “Or may I help you?”

Who: Sascha, Daiyu and Jia
When: Early evening
Where: Helicharis
What: Talk about a mental overload! (Can we say fainting spell?)


Sascha was, to put it bluntly, a little terrified.

Throughout the last week or so, and especially over the last few days, Sascha had been experiencing a disturbing kind of mental fogginess that prevented him from being able to concentrate and, at times, even to think at all. The fogginess was generally accompanied by a strange sort of pounding in his skull, although he hesitated to call it a migraine because it didn't usually result in any intense pain. It felt as though all his thoughts had been squeezed into a vice-like grip and then wrapped up in a heavy wet blanket, and the pressure and thickness inside his head kept him from being able to function effectively.

He'd also encountered a few dizzy spells during his more severe bouts of brain mushiness (as the fogginess tended to come and go at random intervals), and even some of the library aides had taken him aside to make sure he wouldn't pass out on any unwitting patrons. Fortunately for him, Rowan had been helping him carry a stack of books down from the second floor when one of the spells hit and had prevented him from tumbling down the stairs with a firm hand on his shoulder.

Sascha had waved off the elf's concern and his suggestion to seek out a doctor at the medical pavillion in favor of taking a cigarette break, and after having a few smokes and a little time to wander outside, most of the mental confusion had cleared up. He'd noticed that tended to happen whenever he took the time to do a little impromptu meditation, or as close as he could get to meditation without actually contemplating anything for very long. All of that "clearing of the mind" stuff basically escaped him, so he tended to mentally recite lines (and sometimes chapters) of text from his favorite novels to make the process go faster- when he could remember them, of course. It was getting harder and harder every day.

( But even his half-hearted attempts at meditation weren't cutting it right now. )

Who: Adair, Caden and Daiyu
When: Late Morning
Where: The Art shop and beyond
What: An idea...>:)


Adair had an idea, which was rare. So when he had an idea he had a tendency to actually make an effort to try and talk to the people he didn’t know to make things happen. He’d go to the market, he’d say hello to some fresh new faces. But his target was the art shop. He wasn’t looking to draw anything. He needed the paint. Then he needed some wood and metal among other things and then he needed time to let his ADD infested mind work. His project would probably run into the dreadful winter with his luck. He could probably ask Caden to help him with his project, Sheldon too. NO. Sheldon was too mean when it came to help usually.

Which reminded him, he had been gone for awhile, somewhat in hiding for the reasons of laziness, agoraphobia and eight million other fears. But considering he hibernated almost like a bear in winter, he somewhat was inspired to get his ass out for his favorite month of October to pursue his project.

Upon arriving in the art shop, he saw some chick with wild colored hair and tapped on the table she was behind. “Hey you!” He called out to her. “Dude, I need some paint. Like..lots!”

Who: Irei and Diayu
When: midday
Where: market place in Helicharis
What: Trying to look inconspicuous.

Irei walked through the market place with his head down slightly. He wasn’t as impeccably dressed as he normally would be while walking out among people. His hair wasn’t fixed back from his face and he was wearing some rather large sunglasses that helped cover his face. He was still having a hard time facing other people after the scene with Hayate. Irei had been once again faced with people staring at him with what he saw as accusing eyes.

They’ll lock you away again if you aren’t careful.

Irei absently rubbed the onyx bracelet on his wrist with his thumb and forefinger. The action helped him control his sometimes unstable ability to keep control of his powers and was a familiar comfort as well. He hadn’t made use of the dead in quite a while. The whispers from his residential ghost reminded him of that fact.

So why had he come out today? Emily’s visit the day before had forced him to look at himself. Hiding away wasn’t going to help anything, least of all his image. It made Hayate look like he had won, and plus he preferred being around a lot of people. He wasn’t as alone with his thoughts that way. Going out and seeing people was a distraction, and one of the only distractions he was able to find in this place without radios, TVs, or computers.

He stopped suddenly and looked toward the fresh food pavilion. He really should get something to eat. He had skipped breakfast again and knew that it was a bad thing to become used to the feeling of hunger. His addictive personality might catch on to it and then Sascha would once again force him to eat. Perhaps if he got some fruit, an apple maybe, he could quiet his stomach long enough till it was time for dinner.