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: 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: Eleven and OPEN
When: afternoon
Where: the restaurant
What: Christmas at the restaurant.

"Right," said Eleven, "Two waters and a cola, got it! Coming right up." She grinned at the family that sat below her at the table. "And I'll definitely see if we can do the weekday special," she told the father, "even if it is a little late." Turning, she offered the small winged child a wink. As the child smiled at her, Eleven moved back into the aisle. "Whoa!" On the balls of her feet, she swept out of the path of an oncoming waiter before she sang and pirouetted her way to the order counter.

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

"Order, please!" she called as she cleanly tore a small sheet of paper from her pad. With her fingertips, she slid the order sheet toward the open kitchen. As she turned back to check on a table or two, she let her shoulders droop for a moment as she blew her hair out of her face. Wow, was the restaurant busy today! She thought it wouldn't be for some reason. Maybe because it was Christmas, and she was used to places being empty on Christmas. It was something she took for granted, that deserted feeling in the world that made you want to curl up at home with family.

( Oh! )

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: Voe and OPEN
Where: Helicharis, by the Medical Pavilion
When: early afternoon.
What: Voe remembers.

The blade of the knife pressed against the skin only a moment before breaking it, blood leaking from the wound. Vanessa met Alix's eyes calmly, unbelievably composed even though there were so many wounds across her body. "Your disgraceful primitive actions envoke no fear within me," Vanessa stated to her enemy. "Victory will never be within your grasp, Alix Preth."

A flash of anger shot across Alix's face and she plunged her knife into Vanessa's stomach, dragging it upwards another few inches, before she smiled. Twisted smile, venomous smile. "Guess what? You're wrong," she said and Vanessa closed her eyes, a small shriek of pain leaving her lips. A sound of defeat.

"Mother!" Voe screamed.

And then she awoke.

Another dream of the past, a nightmare remembering the worst point of her life. Voe started to have them more frequently after her birthday, which she obviously did not celebrate with her mother. A year, yet another year, stretched before her and she realized now that she had failed in becoming a vampiress of which Vanessa could be proud. She could dress the part and try to act accordingly, but she had no group of vampires and few allies for support. She disliked the other vampires she had met - one to rival Alix Preth, another cowardly - and her only comfort was that she found a pure soul in both Volcano and Janus.

She left her forest cottage after she had eaten breakfast/lunch, vaguely noticing that Nathaniel was not in, and wandered in the direction of the town. Perhaps immersing herself around people would help her ignore the fact that she was alone. The journey took a while - she did not care - and she stood in the middle of the road near the Medical Pavilion. A glimmer of gold caught her eye and she stared at the long blonde hair of the woman walking a short distance away from her. It was similar to her mother.

Voe hurried to the woman, hoping against hope - no, knowing - that her mother had found a way to come back to her. She closed the distance between them, reached out her hand to grasp her shoulder and... it was not Vanessa. Voe stepped back and let go, heart sinking to her stomach and throat swelling with grief and disappointment. She had been so sure...

She remained where she stood only for a moment and then she fell to her knees with her head buried in her hands.

Who: Mitsuko and James
When: Afternoon
Where: The front of Mitsuko's house
What: Mitsuko is learning to be domestic

When people thought of Mitsuko Kamiyama, they usually thought of an attention-seeking wild vixen. Her activities were usually thought to be always crazy and sometimes even dangerous.

Yet this current day, while the wind was blowing hard, Mitsuko was curled just outside the door of her cottage reading. It was slightly cool for reading outside and the wind certainly made things interesting, but Mitsuko didn't like to be cooped up.

Being idle wasn't something Mitsuko was usually good at, but it seemed like she had been running around for so long with all of the troubles that had been going on, it was nice to take a break. Besides, she had something she had to do. She needed to take care of her little brother. She had decided that learning how to cook was a good start to being a better caretaker. Yes, there were a lot of things she could do. Such as trying to talk to him. But Logan had been resistant to that. In Mitsuko's estimation, his current non-verbalization was less muteness and more normal teenager not wanting to talk to his guardian. He had gone out for the afternoon. She'd seen him heading in the direction of Zach's place. Maybe he would have more luck talking to him. So Mitsuko would stick with learning how to make better food for him.

Learning how to cook had never been at the top of Mitsuko's list of things to do. When she had been conning and thieving for a living, it had been very easy to get her dates to buy her meals. Very extravagant things. She also ate a lot of her kills. She did enjoy hunting so. But neither of those things helped her make a good home.

As she begun to read about cooking temperatures, Mitsuko frowned deeply in confusion. It was all new to her. She didn't really understand the concept of making a full dinner very well. But she would press on. She had to. In her head, she could almost hear Shigeru teasing her about 'wife-training' or something ridiculous like that. Certainly, this was a very domestic approach to caring for a moody teenager.

A gust of wind came up and pushed Mitsuko's long, dark locks into her face. As she brought a hand up to brush them back, she lost hold of the book. It caught up in the strong wind and blew down the the path. "Dammit!" Mitsuko scrambled to her feet to run after it.