Who: Marley and Elijah
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Elijah's Bungalow
What: Marley forces Elijah to deal with her as a house guest

"You should probably stay here!" Someone yelled after Marley when she fled from the Market. That was sometime before noon she would guess before the winds were as fierce as they were now. As she progressed towards her house, the winds grew more intense and the empath felt like she was pushing against an invisible wall. To make things worse, she wasn't properly dressed. With only a sweater on and jeans with tears in them, Marley felt like she was freezing to death. Her hands were unprotected by gloves and her lips felt pained every time she licked them. Her nose was burning and her sight was clouded by her hair flapping in the wind. "Great..fucking great." She stated through shivered breaths. "I'm going to freeze to death and turn into a snow woman." There wasn't much snow, the only snow that was whirling around was the snow that had fallen early in the morning, even perhaps at night.

Marley lost where she was going. She was too busy trying not to fall on her ass. She was a very thin girl and she stumbled a few times. Since she was pissed and frustrated and just about everything and anything but calm, it ruined a good sense of direction for her.

"You know, fuck this."

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Marley knew she was far from home when the houses she was walking towards looked nothing like the residential area she was used to. Her easy guess was the lovely Bungalows. One of these Bungalow owners was going to be nice enough to let her in to relax. If not, she was going to A-break in or B-well who would say no to someone freezing half to death?

She made it to a random Bungalow and knocked. Not once, not twice, but three times. Marley was loud about it too. No answer. Oh, it figured. The empath would have considered the reasonable option of trying another home, but when another rush of wind came in she thought hell no and was pleasantly surprised to find the door open.

The empath snuck in side and hissed when she felt the difference in temperature. The first thing that burnt were her hands and she shook them as if it would remedy the irritation before blowing on them and pressing them together. "Not a bad place I guess." She whispered.

When she heard footsteps, she panicked. There was no way in hell she was going back out in the doom storm so she just tip toed behind a wall and tried to figure out what to do next. It wasn't like she could attack the person. It was their home. Plus, she had already tried to beat up someone and failed miserably.

Who: Elijah and Rosalinda
When: Evening
Where: The temple
What: Finding solace in turbulent times?

Elijah wasn't sure how to process the events that had taken place in the last couple of days. The only tragedy he had ever experienced, truly experienced, was Aubert's death. He couldn't say that he understood what Zach was feeling, or the thoughts that were probably running rampant through the alchemist's head; all he knew was that he felt bad that Zach had to go through any of it at all. All he could do was help with the search parties that were being sent out, and help catch the psychopath that had taken Zach's girlfriend. Elijah knew that if he saw the bastard that he wouldn't think twice about killing him. But that wasn't his place. If anyone should have the pleasure of killing the man it would be the girl's family, or Zach. They loved the taken girl the most, and they would no doubt do whatever they could for her.

Elijah should have been with Zach wherever the boy was, but he was at the temple instead. He was a water elemental, and sometimes he was bigger than life; but in here, in this place he felt small. He looked around with a sense of awe, and took a seat at one of the front pews. He breathed in deeply, and let out a low sigh. It echoed around him, and Elijah closed his eyes as he felt the vibrations bouncing off his skin. He looked up at the high ceilings, and laid his neck against the back of the bench. He thought he was alone, and it was only with that solitude that he dared to speak out loud.

"I wish I knew what to do," he said to no one in particular though anyone could guess that he was speaking to a higher power. "There has to be something more that I can do to help..."

Who: Elijah and Zach
When: Mid-morning
Where: Zach and Nico's cottage
What: Elijah checks up on Zach, and proposes an idea.

The incident from the day before angered Elijah more than he readily admitted. He put on a happy face, one that held questions at bay, and kept all of his negative emotions inside. His heart was full of turmoil, and uncharacteristic guilt. He felt guilty for not being able to protect the young alchemist from the grips of the insane werewolf. Though he and Zach were not bound to one another through traditional alchemic means Elijah still felt very protective of Zach.

It was the reason for Elijah's most recent decision to stay by Zach's side. He would make damn sure that the werewolf named Danté wouldn't get anywhere near Zach ever again. It didn't matter that Danté was locked tight in the dungeon Elijah only knew that as long as that monster was still alive Zach was still in danger. The only thing that worried Elijah was whether or not Zach would accept his help. It wasn't looking to emasculate the alchemist, or to fight his battles for him. There were things that Zach could take care of without the elemental's help. A crazed werewolf willing to kill for a girl wasn't one of them. It made Elijah wonder if Adrienne was really worth all the trouble at all.

He arrived at Zach's house, and noticed a basket of cookies wrapped neatly in cellophane waiting on the doorstep. He picked it up, and then knocked firmly on the wooden door. He hoped it wasn't so early that Zach wouldn't be awake, and if it was he didn't mind waiting there until he woke up. He would stand guard like a sentinel, unwavering in his task. That is if Zach didn't answer the door first.

Who: Zach and Elijah
When: Afternoon
Where: The Alchemy Labs
What: Elijah is helping Zach prepare for the binding ceremony.

As much as Zach didn’t mind the ability to turn lead into gold, he wasn’t all that thrilled about the finer aspects of alchemy. He had known since he had picked up his first book on alchemy that there were more complicated rites when it came to creating higher substances, messing with elementals, and even producing the infamous carmot. What he didn’t, though, was just how boring those processes really were. He was crouched over the floor of one of the rooms in the alchemy lab specifically built for the practice of elemental summoning and binding, drawing what was the beginning of an alchemy circle with a piece of chalk in his hand.

It was not Zach’s idea of a picnic.

Alchemy circles, or transmutation circles, were hard pieces of work to create. Zach was lucky he had a mild finesse with drawing or he wouldn’t have been able to make one at all. He had to start from the center of the circle and work his way out, which was the hardest part of all. Zach always preferred to start outward and work his way in, but unless he wanted to smear the circle he had to do it this way. The bending put a crick in his neck and his back ached from the position.

Worst of all, his hands were sweating inside of the gloves he had to wear to keep his hands clean of chalk. The discomfort added onto the list of reasons why Zach didn’t want to be doing this right now, but his grandmother said he had to know how to do an alchemy circle or they would never get to the actual binding because she wasn’t drawing it for him. Constance was more than adamant about Zach learning a thing or two, but then again, it was nothing new out of his grandmother.

Zach fell back on his heels, looking up at Elijah. “Can we stop for today?” Zach asked. “I seriously need a break.” He wiped a hand across his forehead, coming away with droplets of sweat on the back of his hand. It shouldn’t have been this hot in the room, but maybe it was all of the concentration causing him to sweat like a pig. Zach wasn't very good with stress.

Who: Roswell and Elijah
When: Afternoon
Were: The Library
What: Offering some books!

"Can you do me a favor?!" Roswell somewhat hit her back against the library door, hoping that she would be heard within the interior of the building. "Open the door please!?" She had several books within her grasp, stacked high enough to cover the view ahead of her. She had doubles of all sorts of books and she usually, oddly picked the more worn out books as a keeper instead of the newer versions. She figured people would want the newer ones anyways.

"Come on! Please!?" Her hands were extended wide like she was holding a large bin and she was actually quite pleased that for a while she hadn't dropped a book within a few yards of her travels. One of her books she dropped at least seventeen times. She could smell the wet dirt and worried the book might be too dirty to donate.

Finally, someone opened up the door and Roswell almost fell backwards. Laughing it off, she headed to the closest table and plopped the books down. They weren't the average books such as books for children. They were Wiccan books, books on haunted locations, greek mythology books, vampire books, folklore-things of that nature.

When she saw someone who appeared lost, she somewhat waved them down. "Can I help you?"

Who: Nuray and Elijah
When: Midmorning Christmas Day
Where: Near the Bungalows and then the Ancient Elven Palace
What: Nuray and Elijah decided they were going to go to the Elven Palace together for Christmas.

( So you're going with a Water Elemental to an ancient Elven palace? If you were my daughter, I'd say you were telling me a fib to sneak out and make time with your boyfriend. )

Who: Nuray and Elijah
Where: The Sweet Shop in town
When: Afternoon, Wednesday Nov 7
What: Nuray comes into town because she wants something sweet.

( There was nothing quite like a warm cookie )

Who: Elijah and Constance
When: Afternoon
Where: Van'taurë Lake
What: An unexpected reunion

Elijah hadn't ventured toward the saltwater lake in his entire time in Elysium. He was naturally drawn towards water, but the freshwater lake suited his needs just fine and he didn't feel inclined to venture further. But the elemental felt his needs growing, and his sense of adventure had been tugging him toward the other large body of water in the haven.

He had procured a horse from the stables, and set out for the lake at a leisurely pace. Elijah wasn't in a hurry to get there, and though the sky was overcast and the land was turning browner by the day, Elysium's countryside was still a beautiful sight to behold. The horse that carried him whinnied in content, trotting along the paths that had been made by previous travelers. Elijah pulled on the reigns gently, bringing the horse to a stop when they reached the lake.

"You've got to stay here," he spoke to the horse, tying the animal to a nearby tree. Elijah immediately turned toward the lake and began to walk out upon the surface of the water. He continued out over the body of water, looking down at the creatures that started to approach the surface due to his presence. They were curious, as animals normally were, but that was the extent of the interaction. Elijah could talk to them, of course, and he was having interesting conversations with the marine life that came to the surface. He stood atop the water, arms held out to his sides in a manner that suggested he was balancing upon something. He wasn't, and he was merely being playful as he spoke with the animals.

"You don't say..." he said with a grin. "The squid ate the entire thing!" He laughed, not noticing that someone had appeared on the shore and was staring right at him.

Who: Elijah and Jamile
When: Mid-afternoon, around 2 PM
Where: The café
What: Humans can be very territorial

The café was filled to the brim with customers, to the point where there wasn't any place to sit at all. The outside tables were out of the question since it was raining, and Elijah didn't fancy getting wet since he was trying to warm up with a cup of coffee. He let out a soft sigh as he waited for his latte to be made, eyes scanning the people who occupied the tables.

The elemental couldn't help that his thoughts immediately went to the two girls who were killed on Halloween. It was very possible that the killer was sitting right there in the café without a care in the world. He (or she) probably felt proud of their act, thinking that they had just gotten away with a heinous crime. No witnesses, no evidence, no clue to who could have done the killing was left behind. The killer was a veritable ghost.

"Sir, your drink," said the man behind the counter as he handed Elijah his latte.

"Thanks," was the only replied offered as he took the drink and began looking for an empty seat. A few people had gotten up to leave, and at least he had a small selection of tables to choose from. But then he spied a girl getting up from a table near one of the windows, and as soon as she was away he moved to snag the empty seat. He settled down into the chair, eyes cast toward the rain that fell against the glass as he lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his lips. Relaxation at last, or at least that's what the elemental believed.

Who: Elijah,Leon, and Mikhail
When: Early Afternoon
Where: In front of the crime scene / Faye and Kaiya's cottage
What: Contemplating life and death

It was a shame that Hallow's Eve had come and gone just like that. Elijah rather liked the holiday and it was the one festival that he had decided to attend. He didn't interact with anyone that night, but he did enjoy seeing all of the different costumes and all of the fun that people were having. But one day had passed since then and everyone was going back to the normal routine.

As normal as it could be considering the tragedy that occurred the night of Halloween. Death was a fun theme that laced every Halloween tradition, and yet the deaths of the two innocent fae on that very night made the holiday that much more tragic. Elijah stood in front of the crime scene, just beyond the yellow tape that had been used to close off the entire area. He was staring at the trees, and the ground around their house. The elemental caught the scent of blood, and he even saw some spots of it upon the earth.

He sighed out loud, wondering who could commit such a travesty against two young fae. Though Elijah did not know them personally, he took the news of their murder to heart. It saddened him to think that something so terrible could happen in a place that was supposed to be a haven. Elijah was no stranger to death, but that did not make it any easier to understand.

He raked his fingers through his hair before he shoved both of his hands into his pockets. The elemental stood there for several minutes, trying to recreate the events that took place that night. Of course, there were any number of scenarios that could have been correct, but no matter what he thought up each and every one of them was violent and sad in every way.

Who: Elijah and Umeko
When:Late morning
Where: Lake Alata’elen / Beach
What:

Elijah’s time in the haven had mostly been spent within the confines of his bungalow. He only went out to get food on occasion; he never went out to the Tiki Hut down the way or the Wine Bar in the town. Restaurant and café’s were out of the question, too. No, Elijah was happy living in solitude and organizing all of Aubert’s journals. It reminded him of the times he and the alchemist would spend days on end in the lab, testing theories and techniques, and writing down every last detail of the outcome, good or bad.

Though Elijah wouldn’t admit it out loud, he missed his alchemist.

But human relationships were just that – impermanent. Nothing lived forever, not even him. If he was an elemental he would exist until the end of time, but then he would have no memories. No experiences. No way of connecting with the world at all. It was a fair trade, in his opinion, to be given life and a consciousness in exchange for immortality. What was immortality anyway except heartbreak and sorrow? Live forever only to see the ones around you die and perish? No thank you, that wasn’t for the elemental. But at the same time, if everything died then what was the point in living at all?

He left his water bungalow today, and took a stroll down the beach in his bare feet. The sand felt good as they crept in between his toes. It was fine and smooth, and cool to the touch. He reveled in the feel of it, and sat down on the sand so that he could dig his hands into the beach as well. Elijah sighed, eyes gazing out toward the water longingly. He could hear some of the creatures that lingered just beneath the surface, and with flick of his hand he forced the water to rise up from the lake, forming a bubble that hovered above the waves. There within the floating bubble, was a small fish, and it continued to swim along as if nothing was wrong.

Elijah summoned the ball of water toward him and watched the fish with childlike curiosity. Its mouth opened and closed as it pushed water past its gills to deliver oxygen to the rest of its body. The water elemental’s lips pulled upward into a small smile, barely noticing the person who had come upon him.