Who: Hayate & OPEN
When: Evening
Where: The dungeon in Town Hall.
What: A lone vampire in his cell. Any visitors?

The cell was cold, even for a vampire. Hayate could feel as much as he lay in the uncomfortable grip of the dungeon. It was a part of the underground layers of Town Hall, the part kept hidden from innocent eyes and known only to those who needed to know it. No sunlight reached these floors below. His eyes looked up to the ceiling, catching only the light of the faint lantern above his head and those along the hallway of cells. He saw nothing but concrete and smelt nothing but the cool, dank soil seeping through the cracks in the foundations. It was like a crypt in this place, and his only other company was the Elven guards standing watch outside of his cell. They believed their magic enough for his strength and their iron enough for his hold. He had yet to test it to find out for sure.

Hayate had been in this position before, but only once — captured in Argentina for strangling and mutilating a couple in a hospital hallway. It was a long story. Suffice it to say, a vehicle collision left him in critical condition and drained of blood. He awoke possessed and took the lives of the closest humans. They locked him in a local jail, but he broke out of it that night and fled the country.

That, however, was nothing by comparison to this. Escaping was easy when one had an entire world to disappear into afterwards. No matter where he ran, he was stuck under the watchful eye of the ten councils. They were the new United Nations, all bound together in brotherhood with common principles. He had nowhere to run but the barren wasteland beyond the havens, and even his chance of survival there was slim.

He had told them nothing, but it was only a matter of time before everything fell apart. Still, Hayate sat in perfect silence in his cell. He remained quiet — and, most of all, he waited. What else was there for him to do?

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: Jamile, Adio and Sanura
When: Evening
Where: Towards then at Adurile Cottage
What: Reunion!

“Okay thank you!” Jamile waved at a civilian who directed her further down the road heading further towards the cottages that seemed to be neatly placed around Helicharis. Elysium was going to be a surreal experience for her. Though she felt frozen when she first arrived, the temperatures near alien, the friendly people and the hope that she would see her siblings warmed her up. She described them in vivid detail along with the pictures she had of them which were somewhat old. When she heard people recall the female especially she almost felt tears stain her eyes. But she had gotten her hopes up before.

If her siblings were indeed here, they were lucky. Her haven in Africa was small and could never ensure this much safety to so many people. They had a Market, even a restaurant with an aroma so good leaking into her nostrils she sometimes wanted to turn back since she hadn’t eaten in sometime.

When the Therianthrope spotted another civilian she dropped her light set of baggage and took out a picture. “Excuse me. Have you seen these two by any chance?” If not, she heard there was a vacant cottage nearby.

But when she heard the civilian confirm the two were residing nearby, she eagerly asked them to point out where the two were before she ran in the houses direction. The minute she spotted the cottages exterior designs by the windows, she knew it was Sanura’s doing.

Though she would have simply just busted down the doors, she stood at the doorway for a moment, smoothing out her wrinkled shirt before she knocked on the door. She wouldn’t be the one to cry first.