Who: Edelia, Luella and David
When: Late Evening
Where The Wine Bar
What: Edelia cleverly asks a couple about their relationship. What they don't know is that they're helping her out with something not so cute as their relationship.

Perfect. The Wine Bar was busy and Edelia could have a moment to pout and look around for a place to sit. Normally, she didn't like getting looked at. But on this day she wore a fairly revealing black dress and black heels. Thanks to some good advice from someone at the Magical Supplies Shop, the Naga could apply some balm on her scales and make them disappear temporarily. All she had to do was use this as often as she liked. It was amazing how much better she felt about herself with peached flavored balm. Yeah, she tasted it.

Why was she out and about? Easy. She wanted to get a feel of people, be more social. Instead of always being angry and bitchy, she wanted to be able to talk smoothly or even be friendly if she had to. Communication was obviously the key. If she wanted...well to take something away by seeming not only psychically attractive, but socially attractive, finding the right group of people was a start.

She noticed a couple sitting in a booth in the center of the Wine Bar. They were happy, snug with each other. Edelia could tell they were quite fond of each other. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, they were something serious. Talking about a relationship was just what she needed right now so she simply walked to the table and smiled.

"It's...very busy here. May I?" She tilted her head and gave a soft expression. She would look like a lost puppy if she needed to.

Who: Those injured in the confrontation with Danté, Medical Pavilion Staff, and anyone else who'd like to join in
When: Late morning
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Treating the injured, and other various little scenes

The medical pavilion was usually busy with minor things, the sort of everyday injuries that one would expect to see in small cities. There were no gunshots wounds to worry about, or car accidents to pry people from. There were no rapes, or gang related incidents. The 'normal' injuries that could be found in a secluded haven like Elysium were things like cuts, and scrapes. Occasionally a broken bone would come through the place, or a baby would be born, and the staff could always count on the full moon to bring them lycan related injuries.

So when the victims from the altercation with a non-full moon crazed werewolf came in the night before the medical pavilion staff was excited to say the least. It wasn't the idea of having injured citizens that was exciting, but it was the chance to use their skills to the fullest that was. Granted everyone would rather have injury free people in the haven, but there were something that felt right about getting the chance to use the skills you had to help the people around you.

Needless to say Zane didn't sleep all night, and he was still going strong the next morning when it came time to check in on the patients. "I need someone to check in on Ms. Wilson in room three, Mr. Connolly in room five, and Mr. Ishikawa in room seven. Get their vitals, see if they're awake yet, and if there are any complications then come and get me. So, any volunteers?"

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: Dante, Zach, and open to others
When: Evening
Where: Beginning at Market Place
What: Dante's a shady mofo, fo'real, and he's mentally unstable.

The dark aura around Dante spread out like grotesque wings, slicing through the tranquil air in the haven and leaving behind a heaviness that hadn't been present before. Dante flew through the night on those dark wings with Zach in tow. One hand clasped tight around the boy's smaller wrists as he dragged him through the dusty trails of the cottages. The lycanthrope didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do with the boy. No - he did know what he was going to do with Zach. He was going to kill him. Gut him from throat to groin, and let his innards spill to the earth. He'd display the empty shell in front of Adrienne's house as a final show of power. How could he resist her then if she saw how weak the alchemist truly was? Surely, she wouldn't.

He was only semi-shifted with sharp claws on his hands, and sharp teeth in his mouth. His shirt was torn with the protruding muscles of his arms, chest, and back. The vertebrae of his back was pushing upward, curving into the lumbering form of the werewolf. His muzzle had yet to form, but the madness in his eyes was already there. It had always been there. Lying in wait for the perfect moment that didn't exist. There was no perfection in this - only insanity and chaos. All of Dante's planning didn't mean a thing when it seemed violence was the only way to make things happen.

He should've known that the only way to get things in life was to take them.

All logic was gone from the man's mind, and he made his way toward the market place without another thought. Dante didn't think of the people he would encounter, or the fact that someone might recognize him. He was a rabid animal running wherever his feet took him. Instinct had taken over, as did madness. Madness must never be overlooked.

He was in the market place before he knew it, and there were eyes on him. Staring at him. Whispering about him. He heard them all, too. It was too much. He growled as loud as he could, a warning to everyone to stay back.

Who: Edelia and Adrienne
When: Afternoon
Where: Art Supply Shop
What: Oops!

The whole tug of war regarding shop authority between Daiyu and Edelia was getting pretty heated. Sometimes Edelia would draw some pretty unique designs on the shop only to have them painted over by the bitch. Sure, at first Edelia understood the whole stocking preference thing by perhaps colors over name or whatever they were fighting over. But now it was getting ridiculous. The rival was purposefully stocking messy cans on top leaving the paint to drip all over the cans beneath. She knew Edelia would come into the store in the morning and clean the shit up. On the plus side, Edelia did tinker with a ladder and cause the annoying excuse for a haven occupant to nearly break her neck.

On this morning, the Naga was on edge. Her hands were doused in paint while she cleaned up yet another clever "get back" from the metahuman. She was cursing left and right and when she just about had it-she found a few of Daiyu's drawings and paintings scattered across the back of the shop. Her grin was wide and menacing while she gathered the pieces and began to throw them outside.

Now, Edelia was inconsiderate and ruthless. It was one thing to throw someone's paintings outside, it was another to open a can of paint and begin to toss bright colors of blue and green unto the rather nice drawings. She was flinging the paint carelessly unaware that she could actually hit someone passing by. All she had were two things in mind. One being that the elven guards could pick up her mess and two, this was a great get back.

Who: Zach and OPEN
When: 4:00 PM
Where: The Herbalist
What: Browsing away the time 'til sundown . . .

Around 4:00 PM, the light was fading from the sky. The departure formed a vivid glow on the horizon, taking away what little warmth there was in the air. Zach didn't expect it to get so dark so soon, but during the wintertime the sun was funny like that. His destination was the herbalist shop, and it wasn’t too long of a walk to get there. His arrival was heralded by the bell near the inside of the doorway, sounding an announcement of the new presence in the shop. In comparison to a lot of the other places in town, this one was particularly small and had bottles and vials all over the place.

Zach could have easily mistaken this place for a glass shop if it weren’t for the substances clear inside many of the bottles. He didn’t often come here, not really thinking he needed anything from the herbalist. If he got sick, he knew to go to the medical pavilion. The herbalist was a shop full of things to get if you knew what you needed, and Zach usually never knew what it was he needed.

Today, however, was different. He needed something for Adrienne, something to heal with the healing process after the full moon. Adrienne was a bit bull-headed about getting help, if only because she always brought up how she could heal faster just due to being a werewolf. It wasn’t like she healed immediately, though, and Zach didn’t see anything wrong with giving her something right away to help with the pain or the cuts that came after a night of running through the forest as wolf-woman.

His eyes narrowed in on the various shelved articles. Fingers reached out, grazed a clear vial no larger than his index finger. It looked like little teeth or maybe miniature garlic cloves. He turned the vial around and spotted a label. “Coppsy Bells,” Zach read aloud. It sounds like a flower, he thought. Suddenly, his eyebrows drew together. “Teeth Regenerator?”

He would never stop being amazed at the things he discovered here.