Who: Open to Some (Characters must be strong to accompany this group.)
When: All Day
Where: Outside of Elysium, beyond the mountain range in unsafe lands.
What: The rest of the search party checks outside of Elysium for Dante.
OOC: Post multiple threads, leave them open for others to join, or set your character up with someone in particular! Just have fun and use your imagination! Clues, discoveries, and more are up to you!

While half of the search party split into smaller groups and checked the inside of Elysium’s borders, there was another group that needed to scale the dangerous lands outside of the safe haven. It was probable that Dante Donovan had taken the route out of Elysium and sought to get as far away from the haven as possible. In truth, it was the only way the werewolf would escape the law, so it seemed a viable option to pursue. Only strong praeternaturals and humans with useful physical or magical abilities were allowed to accompany this group because of the dangers of traveling beyond the haven in a diseased and radiated wasteland.

Though the view from within Elysium must have been a beautiful sight to behold, there appeared a dull fiery hue to the sky and the land beyond the borders. Many of the plants were withered, and the ground seemed muddy and ran unbridled in all directions. Past the mountains, there existed few places to hide in the open terrain. Perhaps the only true place for shelter was a large forest in the distance, but searching the forest would take days upon days of travel and lost time. It was unlikely they would ever find the werewolf and his captives if Dante fled to the forest.

Still, a false trail might have been set up to trick them and let them believe Dante had taken this direction. Any clue was a clue to being one step closer to the madman, and the party would search until they were successful.

Who: Dylan [Narrative]
When Morning
Where: His office in Town Hall.
What: Dylan is conflicted by Hayate’s heroic actions and Dante’s confession to the murders.
Note: Just have your character respond with a comment that is a letter to Dylan!

Dylan paced his office as the sun was rising, trying to make sense of the events from the past few days. He pulled back a curtain to reveal the early morning sky pink from the rainfall. Glad for the moment of silence away from people, Dylan simply studied the clouds and cleared his mind of other thoughts. The djinni needed some time to himself to rejuvenate his mind. He was more tired than usual from late nights and meeting after meeting. The Vice Council members attempted to collect evidence on Hayate, but they had all come up dry.

The victim would not have lied about such a thing, but at the same time Dylan wondered if maybe her encounter had distorted her perception. It was even possible someone tried to look like the man she accused and she confused the two . . . something had to explain it. Even though he was six-hundred-years old, Dylan was still just a man. He was not a god, and he couldn’t be sure of anything regarding this case. He had a particular perception like everything other person, and his perception was barraged with a lack of evidence. He wondered what the councilmen and women thought and decided a meeting would be called for or perhaps an exchange of letters. Dylan needed to know how far they had gotten by now.

It mattered more in these final moments because Dante confessed to the murders of Simon, Eliza, Faye, and Kaiya. All of them were murdered in a way to make it look as though a vampire had done it, but none of the bodies were drained of blood . . . a peculiar thing, and not the mark of a vampire. They had nothing to hold Hayate on anymore since Ms. Hart’s word was not currently enough to keep him behind bars without further evidence, and they had no legal right to hold him for the murders of anyone.

Hayate was free to go as soon as he healed, but Dante . . . a psychopath right under their noses. Dylan told himself they couldn’t have known, but he wished he could have. He wished he could have prevented it, stopped it somehow—but wasn’t that the wish of any good person? To know the bad before it happened, in order to prevent it? Not even a psychic could predict the entire future before them.

Dylan let the curtain fall over the window and moved to his desk, sitting down in his chair. He pulled out the envelopes and letters to prepare one for each of the Vice Council members. Today, they would each receive one.

( I see a storm bubbling up from the sea, and it's coming closer . . .  )

Who: Dante, Zach, and whoever else wants to join in
When: Evening, after this
Where: The Temple
What: The showdown finally comes to an end

Too many voices. There were just too many voices inside, and out for Dante to deal with. He had to run. Had to feel free even though he was anything but. There was no freedom in this place, and so his frustrations were showing themselves in the most violent of ways.

The lycanthrope carried Zach through the more deserted areas of the town. Back alleys that were nothing like the ones of New York or L.A., but still back alleys with little light, and places to hide. But Dante didn't stop to hide. He just ran, and ran, holding Zach tightly in his clutches. Without realizing it he ran all the way to the Elven temple, a place that would normally be a sanctuary would be the place where Zach would meet his end. It seemed fitting in the werewolf's mind even though it would effectively corner him in one place. Dante just wasn't thinking clearly, but every decision he made was backed-up with a fallacy he created in his mind.

Inside the temple Dante dropped Zach to the floor before he put a heavy foot on his back. He began to revert into a human form if only so he could talk to Zach. He was shirtless when he was done, and wearing a pair of tattered jeans. Dante knelt in front of Zach, and lifted his head by pulling on Zach's hair. "I don't usually kill men," he said with a smirk. "But I'll make an exception for you just like I made an exception for that other guy. What was his name—" He paused, and tapped his chin with his free hand. "Oh right, Simon. You remember Simon, don't you?"

Who: Dylan & Adam
When: Evening
Where: Constance & Adam's cottage.
What: Dylan confronts Adam about what happened to Chris in the dungeon yesterday.

It took a lot for the djinni to get infuriated, but today was one of those days. He learned of some sensitive information regarding the orphan, Chris Jung. Yesterday, she was in the dungeon visiting her friend when a man attacked both Hayate and her. Chris was flung against the wall and knocked unconscious by strength ten times her own. It could have done more damage than what the girl was kindly handed by fate. The right hit could have even killed her, but that was not the most disturbing part of the news.

The most disturbing part was who would do something like that to the young girl. It was the least likely suspect, but the description only matched one man. Only one man could walk through walls and turn into the soil beneath their feet. Only one man could make his arm a vine, his abilities gifting him with such an extraordinary connection to the element he was originally born of.

It was a man whom Dylan knew very well.

Dylan spoke with Constance ahead of time and asked her permission to confront Adam alone. The news stunned the former Head Council member into silence. She denied it at first, not believing it to be true. It did not take long for Dylan to convince her of its authenticity, though. He took her to see the girl and hear the description from the boy. Constance did not want to believe it, but she didn’t have a choice. She conceded to Dylan’s request.

( He walked into the cottage, closing the door behind him. )

Who: Dylan and Adair!
When: Morning
Where: Town Hall
What: Dylan is troubled with current events and needs help.

Despite having a suspect in custody, Dylan’s worries were not assuaged. The image of the man seen by the psychometrics and the young woman in the medical pavilion matched the man in custody, but Dylan could not help his misgivings. The last time they dealt with lawbreakers, they had been completely wrong. Their suspects had been seen near the scene of the crime, but had not committed the actual crime.

It wasn’t that Dylan did not trust the young lady who had been attacked. On the contrary, he believed every word of it, and every word of it troubled his inner being. A thief was one thing and a murderer was another, but someone who would purposefully drag out the pain of another for pure pleasure was something beyond the djinni’s comprehension. Torture was the one thing Dylan could not ever accept in this world, but the images the psychometrics saw did not lie. They were dealing with a psychopath. The only real questions were did they have the right man in their custody and was it possible for them to be wrong?

Dylan did not trust himself enough to know the difference, and Miss Hart was in no condition to look upon their suspect for confirmation of his identify yet. He wanted some other way to question the man in the dungeon, the man who would not speak of anything other than riddles and dodge questions when asked them. They had gotten nothing out of him all night. The first thing that came to mind was a telepath or perhaps an empath. He would have to find one first.

The Town Hall seemed alive with people since the happy announcement of the Vice Council. It was one of the good things happening lately. Dylan maneuvered his way through the crowd to find a quiet spot in one of the hallways. He stared forward out of one of the windows at the bright rays of the rising sun as if the heavenly body could tell him what he should do next.

He needed to know what to do next.

Who: Everyone!
When: Evening
Where: The Arts and Trade Enclave
What: Grand Opening of the Enclave! Elected Vice Council members are announced! Not to mention, there’s a par-tay!

Tonight was the night for the Grand Opening of the Arts and Trade Enclave. After many careful months of renovating the original buildings located near the tip of the northern mountains, it was completed at last. What was once an old village had been turned into an enclave for learning and the arts, which had been deemed important by the Head Council for the community of Elysium. The public lacked a place to pursue their love of the arts and finer crafts, and now it was made possible for them with supplies, teachers, and more. It was one of the finest ideas for the haven’s people. Hopefully, it would come to fulfill the extra needs of the citizens.

As for the party itself, they had gone all out for the occasion. Gold and white ribbons decorated everything from the doors to the windows to the eaves of the roof, and everyone was dressed up for the occasion. Both inside and outside of the building, there were long tables dedicated to serving snack foods and beverages to the attendees. The ballroom was open, serving as a dance floor for the evening with live music, and even the patio beyond was lit by glowing lanterns and a full crowd of mingling people.

The party had been going on for no more than thirty minutes so far when it was time for the Head Council to announce the elected members of Vice Council. The music ceased temporarily out on the patio as the three of them made an appearance on the stage in place of the entertainment for the evening.

( “Welcome, everyone!” Dylan announced with a smile. )

Who: Everyone
When: Late Afternoon (4:00-5:00 PM)
Where: Town Hall
What: A town meeting to cover important Head Council changes and the voting for Vice Council.

Dylan was quiet as he waited for everyone to finish taking their seats in the crowd. Many people had to stand towards the walls since there wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit. They would begin the town meeting shortly, and it seemed as if they had a full house. The hum of chatter filtered through the large hall until Dylan approached the podium and tilted his chin up as he began to speak to the audience.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” he told him, nodding his head slightly. “We have a few things we wish to announce to the public. The first and foremost being the resignation of Constance Alexie from the Head Council. She has resigned for personal reasons and will no longer be attending to the affairs of Elysium and its people. In the wake of her departure, we have been going through a tough selection process for a new Head Council member. It is not an easy business to fill the shoes left empty by Ms. Alexie, but we feel we have come to an admirable decision in our choice. I am happy to introduce you to her tonight. Please welcome Ms. Rosalinda di Palermo,” Dylan finished, stepping aside from the podium as he gestured towards Rosalinda.

Though she felt overcome with nervousness to re-enter the public eye once more, Rosalinda made her way to the podium as calmly as possible. “Hello, everyone,” she said to the crowd. “As Mr. Uzoma has said,” Rosalinda added, looking to Dylan with a smile, “I am Rosalinda di Palermo. To tell you a bit about myself, I suppose I will begin from the beginning? I am from Sicily, and I am a descendant of the House of Palermo. My parents were King Rinaldo and Queen Alfonsina, God rest their souls, who passed during the Pandora virus. I was raised with broad outlook on the world and the best education had to offer. Still, I felt in my youth I did not know very much about this world. I discovered, upon coming here, how little I did know.”

A smile grazed Rosalinda’s face as she talked to the crowd, realizing how different life really was here, before she continued with her speech. “I became a professor of Classical Studies, rose to head of my department, and later entered into philanthropic work across the world. It became my mission to try to make things better for other people. The more cruelty I saw in the world, the harder I tried to fight it. It is my mission here to help keep Elysium a safe place for all people to enjoy their lives with their family, friends, and neighbors in peace. I hope that I can live up to your expectations, and should I fail, I will gladly resign from my position and let someone more competent watch over Elysium. I am glad, however, to at least be given a chance to show what I am capable of.”

Rosalinda bowed her head and left the podium, returning it to Dylan. He stepped up and placed his hands on either side of platform. “Also on our agenda,” Dylan resumed for the audience, “we would like to announce that voting for Vice Council will commence tomorrow and will continue on through Friday. Voting will end at midnight sharp of Friday night. All ballot boxes will be closed by this time and no more votes will be accepted, so make sure to submit your votes for Vice Council sometime before Friday night.”

He smiled at the crowd. “That concludes today’s town meeting. If you have any questions, you may ask them now or send in a letter to inquire of it later. I hope you all have a wonderful evening, and goodnight.”


OOC: You may have your character respond to this with a narrative if you like. Any concerns or questions can also be directed at a Head Council member if your character has any!

Who: Theora and Dylan
When: Around 2 PM
Where: Arts & Trade Enclave
What: Making sure everything is set up for the grand opening

The steady beat of hooves echoed through the trees of the Northern forest as Theora made her way toward the Arts and Trade Enclave. The fresh, winter air invigorated the priestess and her steed. The Elven stallion ran hard and fast over the path, kicking up a flurry of snow with each stride. Theora's hair was flowing behind her as her hands gripped onto the reins tightly. The trip to the enclave would have taken at least twenty or so minutes, but Theora made it in less than ten.

Horse and rider didn't slow down until they reached the base of the stairs that led up to the newly renovated building. Theora dismounted, and tied her horse in the corral before she ascended the numerous steps to the enclave. The priestess had arranged to meet Dylan in order to perform a final inspection before the grand opening. The Head Council had been eagerly awaiting the completion of the project in order to announce it to the citizens. It would give the people another area to visit outside of Helicharis, and hopefully lift their spirits.

The priestess entered the building, and shook the snow from the hem of her gown. She removed the cape she had been wearing, and slung it over the back of one of the chairs that stood in the entrance. "Dylan?" She called out. Theora's voice resonated along the high walls and ceiling of the foyer, and she took a few more steps into the building. "Dylan, are you here?" Theora peeked into the architectural wing, but found nothing. Perhaps she had just come too early? With a slight shrug she made her way toward one of the cushioned benches and sat down. She had no other choice than to wait. Thankfully, the priestess was a patient woman.

Who: Devin, Constance, Theora and Dylan
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: Devin tells some important information

Oh the world was fucking ending. Usually Devin just let things be, but he found himself cursing quite a few times while he headed to the Town Hall. He never really said hello to anyone as per usual while he made his way down Helicharis and to the area. He figured he better smoke as many cigarettes as he could because he had gotten in trouble for smoking in the area before and he had no idea how long it was going to take once at the Town Hall.

When he arrived he let his voice ring out. “Hello?” He was so out of there if no one was there and he was letting his conscious fall back to the pits of hell. “Hello?” Christ, there were people there. He cleared his throat as he began to speak to the three people he encountered. He wasn’t one for being intimidated, so he spoke up.

“Listen. I have something important to say. You make appointments? If you do, then I’ll probably not want to talk to you. But if you have time now, you’d be making my day. Oh! And thank you for nominating me. I still need to get my ass moving on that.” He smiled quite normally and found a seat nearby to make himself comfortable.

Who: Malcolm and Dylan
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: Discussion of the melee between the Grays and the death of Fiona

Malcolm was in a state of shock. He had bee for the past twenty or so hours, ever since he saw Fiona's body laying motionless on the ground, surrounded by glass and blood.

He'd gone very willingly with the authorities when they had come to him. What else was he supposed to do? He'd killed his sister. He needed to be punished for it. He had not meant to hurt her-- Oh, God, he hadn't meant to... But that didn't change the fact he HAD.

( I killed her. I killed my sister. )

Who: Dylan, Theora, and Constance
When: 8:00 AM
Where: The Wellspring, located in Town Hall.
What: Dreadful news has reached the Head Council regarding the havens in The Bahamas and Norfolk Island . . .

After discussing the harpy attack yesterday, the council all agreed upon the reason for it lying within the trespassing youths a few days ago. Harpies were not known for their pleasantness, and Theora would go to the harpies and speak with him in hopes to calm the animals not to trespass the dwellings outside of their mountains if it was promised no more of their kind would trespass in the harpies' territory. They were territorial creatures and reason was not much within their capabilities. However, the High Priestess would hopefully be able to speak reason to them.

Now, they all stood before the Wellspring. It was an elaborate fountain made of ten basins, an Elven construction of communication between the havens. In the largest basin, the water would capture the image and voices of Elysium's Head Council and allow other havens to see them and hear them speak. Surrounding the largest basin were nine smaller basins, though all were large enough to reflect the faces of the council members from all around the world. Two of the smaller basins, however, were empty and had no faces to reflect.

"So," Dylan concluded out loud as all of the discussion came to a sudden silence over the councils, "The Bahamanian haven is not here tonight, and Norfolk Island has been silent for almost a month — and we have no idea what has happened to either one of them."

"We have not heard from The Bahamanian haven for two weeks," a councilman of Sri Lanka announced anxiously. "All communications have been silent across the board. This we have already discussed," he said urgently.

( “We should send scouts, each haven,” a councilwoman of Mai-Ndombe suggested. “We may find out what happened.” )

WHO: Open to anyone who wants to attend.
WHEN: Just after sunset.
WHERE: Northern Forest, near Van'taurë Lake.
WHAT: Faye and Kaiya's funeral.

Funerals in the most common fae tradition involved simple pyres to burn the bodies of the dead. It was an old tradition used to hide the bodies of the deceased, even in death, from the eyes of prying outsiders. Humans became known for ruining sacred ground by building their cities upon them or digging up the dead and, especially as time worn on, cremation became commonplace for most fae communities in the last few centuries. At Faye and Kaiya’s funeral, two elaborate pyres had been constructed in their honor near Van'taurë Lake.

The funeral began as a march. All those who attended walked a path from the edge of the forest to the location of the pyres by the lake. The journey to death had to be taken by all, and the crowd walked together with the people carrying the bodies of the deceased upon wooden carriers.

The colors of death were draped over their bodies. White was the color of death. Each woman wore a white dress, a white sheet draped over the lower half of their bodies, and white veils placed over their faces. Each of them held a bouquet of white sweet pea flowers in their hands. White poppy petals littered their dresses and the sheets over them.

When the march finally ended, they arrived at the pyres and stood at attention close to the lake. There were no seats. Faye and Kaiya were taken to their respective pyres and carried up to the top of the complicated structures. There, they were placed, and those who took them up the pyres returned to the ground. A song was sung by a choir of faes as the pyres were lit. All that could be done was to watch the fires rise up the pyres as attendees paid their respects by aiding the deceased into the afterlife with their presence.

Who: Everyone
When: Evening
Where: Town Hall
What: A town meeting to announce of Faye and Kaiya's deaths, funeral preparations, and a re-mention of the Vice Council nominations.

It was a sad day today. The murder scene at Ms. Capricia and Ms. Sato's cottage had been a horrendous sight to behold, and the image was branded into the back of Dylan's mind. Announcing their murder to the people of Elysium was going to be hard, but it had to be done. They could not hope to catch the murderer by hiding the fact that people were killed. It needed to be public knowledge. It would be the only way to weed out the one committing these ferocious deeds.

Dylan looked out at the people in the crowd, taking in all of their faces before speaking. “It is with much sorrow and regret that I inform you all of the deaths of Faye Capricia and Kaiya Sato. Their bodies were found this morning outside of their cottages. Some time last night, they were murdered.”

The crowd stirred alive with clamor to express their shock, and Dylan let them speak aloud until he held up a hand to silence the crowd.

“We are putting every effort and energy available into discovering who committed these murders of two of our citizens. All of the people in Elysium are beneath our charge, and those responsible will be brought to justice. We ask anyone with information of suspicious activity to come forward in order to aid us. We are looking for everyday citizens to also join the Guard. If you have experience as a servant of the law, we ask you now for your help to serve Elysium as we track down those responsible for this crime.”

After a moment of pause, he continued on to mention the funerals of Faye and Kaiya. “Tomorrow night, there will be a funeral to lay Faye Capricia and Kaiya Sato to rest. Preparations for this event have already begun in accordance with fae tradition.”

There was one last thing he wished to mention, and it would be brought up in a tasteful way appropriate for the moment. “These new events make the Vice Council that much more important for all of Elysium. Tomorrow afternoon, the nominations will still be announced. We ask you all to take this charge with the weight of today’s events on your shoulders. Let it be a reminder of what your job will to be to the people who are your fellow citizens. As a Vice Council member, it will be up to you to serve and protect Elysium. Do not think of this lightly, and enter into it with pure hearts and pure intentions.”

With those final words, Dylan stepped away from the podium and bowed to the crowd. There was nothing else to say for now from the Head Council. The rest was up to the citizens of Elysium.


**NOTES: If you would like to reply to this thread, you may write up a reaction from your character to post as a narrative. Characters may also volunteer for and/or join the Guard. Please have them leave a note to any member of the Head Council so that they may discuss it in game. **

Who: Kaiya and Faye's bodies, Devin, and Open!
When: Morning
Where: Outside of Kaiya and Faye's cottage
What: The discovery of death.

The early morning fog had covered the entire land, shielding even the most obvious things from sight. It was the reason that Kaiya and Faye's bodies were left practically untouched since the night before. They were strung up in a tree outside of their cottage with a blood-stained rope tied around each of their necks. They were limp, necks craned downward and toward one another. Their light bodies swayed a little in the slight breeze, and their small, fragile hands were holding onto each other, tied together with a piece of that same red rope. There was real blood mixed in with the fake blood on Faye's dress, and Kaiya's kimono was torn open, her chest visible through the violent tear.

Nearby lay Devin, their would-be savior. He was unconscious on the ground, and though he may have looked it he was barely injured. The fog rolled over his body, making it cool to the touch. There was a thin golden chain lying near Devin's position - a golden chain with a wooden cross upon it. Whom it belonged to was a mystery, or perhaps a clue to the culprit who committed the crime. It was a gruesome sight indeed, and though the fog partially shielded it it would only be a matter of time before an unfortunate soul stumbled upon it.

It was even possible that someone might mistake Devin as the culprit until he came awake. He himself had yet to know what had befallen the women just last night.

This morning, however, the truth could be hidden from no one who happened to stumble upon the scene of the crime. All of Elysium would eventually know of the murders of Faye Capricia and Kaiya Sato.

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: Dylan and Mikhail (and OPEN to observers!)
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Training Terrace
What: Discussion and demonstrations! For magic users and werewolves. Others are welcome to be in the audience and ask questions! ;-)

The day had begun with chilled winds and rain, but the rain barely lasted until sunrise when it cleared up from the skies. Though it was still cold, it was not enough to deter the djinn into cancelling the scheduled meeting on the training terrace about both magic and inner beast control. He had talked with a older werewolf much trained with inner beast control, and the young man agreed to hold the meeting, or class as it might have been called, around afternoon today outside. If the weather were to get any worse, they could possibly take the crowd inside the combat gym, but Dylan did not suspect it would grow anything more than chilly outside.

Dressed in warm clothing and a large coat, Dylan stood before the crowd that had gathered on the training terrace for today's discussion. Fifty-six degrees was cold for Dylan. After all, he was not used to cold weather. "Thank you all for coming," he announced above the slight wind. "Today, we would like to talk to you all about control. Our topics will cover magic control, for those of you who deal with magic using methods such as this."

Raising his hand into the air before himself, Dylan procured an orb of clear water, which grew from the size of a pea to eight inches in diameter. It floated in the air above his hand. Dylan smiled slyly at the crowd. "Not all water is blue," he ventured to joke. With that, he threw the orb of water to the ground about ten feet away in an open area away from any people. It hit the ground and broke, splashing outward and soaking into the dirt. "And we will also cover inner beast control with the help of Mr. Mikhail Dmitriv," Dylan said, gesturing with his hand towards Mikhail.

"Everyone's magic is different, and yet the keys of control are partially the same. It must be said, however, that a witch knows better how to teach a witch. A djinn, another djinn, and a werewolf . . . another werewolf. The list goes on. While the methods of control are very similar, the methods of use are not. A non-magic user cannot properly instruct someone with magic on how to wield it because they have never experienced its presence and power." Dylan touched a pointed finger to his head. "They do not truly understand its workings. The same counts for each different kind of magic. A witch cannot truly understand a djinn's power. They are two very separate things. However, we're not here to teach you how to use it." He pointed at the older members in the crowd. "You should already know how," he said with a smile.

"For those of you who do not, find a tutor or a mentor. Without one, much magic never reaches its true and full potential without years and years of brutal self-dedication. With one, you can master almost anything within your capabilities and in a shorter amount of time. Today, the most important thing we are going to cover is how to control yourself. It does not take, how do they say it, a rocket scientist to teach you this. It merely takes the teachings of a disciplined mind to instruct you how to discipline yours." Dylan glanced over at Mikhail. "That," Dylan added, "is the first step in controlling one's mind, and therefore, controlling one's power."

Who: Everyone
When: Late Evening
Where: Town Hall
What: A town meeting to cover the generators, Vice Council positions, and the All Hallow's Eve preparations.

Theora waited for the gathered crowd at Town Hall to settle down before she approached the podium. The priestess cleared her throat, a subtle way to quiet the crowd, and smiled at everyone when the talking finally died down. She took her place in front of the citizens, a calm radiance coming from her being. “Thank you all for attending our meeting this evening,” she began. “We have many things to discuss tonight, all of which are very pertinent to you, the citizens.”

( There were a couple of things that would not be mentioned... )

Who: Dylan and Lucretia
When: Mid-morning after this.
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: After the coroner's examination, Dylan comes to discuss the matter of Simon's murder.

Everything was beginning to change. As much as Dylan wanted to believe in the good of people, he was obviously mistaken as of late. Dissent existed amongst the citizens. Maybe not in the form of whispers heard, but clearly in the form of actions. Apparently, someone did not believe in the inalienable right to life for all people. All life was supposed to be sacred and precious while taken care of and protected against harm. Within their own haven, people were beginning to turn on others. A mauled faun was one thing; there was no proof it was done by anything other than an animal, but this — this wasn’t done by an animal. It was done by a monster.

His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he walked towards the coroner’s examination room. The medical examiner was in there with Simon’s deceased body, and Dylan was the one meant to speak with her afterward. Dr. Rousseau had in so far during her stay in Elysium been granted a reprieve from her previous life’s work, but the last two weeks had proved themselves to be graciously turning in her favor.

He walked up to the door, turning the handle and opening it to reveal a chilled room illuminated with soft blue-hued lights. There on one of the tables was Simon’s corpse covered only with a white sheet draped over the lower half of his body. The workers of the wine bar were charged with keeping their silence, and the same had been relayed to the medical examiner. Dylan need not explain it again for her as entered the room and closed the door behind himself.

Dylan circled around the table and surveyed the lifeless young man. Only days ago had he had been alive and in their custody. Now, he was no longer breathing. No longer moving. No longer living. Someone was playing a dangerous game with the Head Council. Certainly, not in a direct manner, but a dangerous game with them all the same. They were forces to be reckoned with as the circumstances diverged from their greatest hopes and surpassed their greatest fears.

He halted in place, folding his hands in front of himself as he continued to gaze at the body. It was so hard to accept another death. Not because death was meant to be avoided, but because Dylan hoped it never would have come to this — to murder. Even as Dylan heard new footsteps, his eyes remained at the young man on the table. His silence in and of itself held a profound weight.

“Dr. Rousseau,” Dylan said, eyes fixed on Simon’s pale corpse. Finally, he lifted them in Rousseau’s direction. “I trust you have the answers we need.”

WHO: Dylan and Leon
WHEN: Early Afternoon
WHERE: Helicharis
WHAT: A meeting between like-minded men.

Dylan walked with his hands in pockets, surveying the landscape around him. A group of children were playing nearby, and it brought a smile to Dylan’s face. They were playing a ball game, and some of them had wings and were attempting to fly above the others to win. A fairly tall child, presumably a giant, grabbed one of the fae children by the feet and told him to come down. Dylan shook his head and laughed, turning his attention back to his walk and the road ahead of himself.

However, their play resulted in loss of the ball. It fell from the fae’s hands and bounced across the grass, finally rolling at last and stopping at Dylan’s feet. He halted in his walk and, instead of bending over to pick up the ball, Dylan held out his hand towards it and began to levitate the light object. It floated into the air as the little kids all ran towards him. “Can we have our ball back?” one of them called, a chorus of voices echoing their agreement.

“Yeah, can we have our ball back, please?” another said.

Dylan smiled and shook his head, causing the ball to dart away from the boy with wings who had immediately flown to try and retrieve the floating ball. “Hey!” the little boy exclaimed, his wings buzzing in the air like a dragonfly’s wings.

“Play nice with each other, and I will return the ball,” Dylan said with a gentle grin, causing the ball to dance through the air. The kids started to laugh and jump up and down. The fae boy landed on the grass and took up beside his friends. They all began to promise in a loud chorus of voices how they would behave and play properly if he returned the ball to them. “Do you promise?” Dylan inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeeessss,” they all said. Dylan chuckled and released the ball, sending it soaring over the crowd of heads. They all squealed and began running towards the ball. “LAST ONE THERE IS A CHICKEN EGG!” one called, and Dylan’s nose wrinkled at the suggestion. He hoped the girl was not a witch, otherwise she might actually try to attempt the feat. He shook his head and walked once more, planning on heading somewhere for a rest today. Often, he worked long hours and did not do much for himself. Today, that would be different.