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: Marley and Adam
When: Afternoon
Where: Mausoleum area
What: An elemental has to deal with a firecracker

Marley was mentally beating herself up for not helping out with searching for the missing ladies. But at the same time her constant mood swings and on edge behavior wasn't exactly helpful behavior for looking for two people in a more than dangerous situation. With the way her outbursts of negative emotions were these days, she probably would do more harm than good by defying orders. She'd probably think she could go off on her own, only to get herself in trouble. So yeah, a lone walk towards where the dead rested was just what she needed.

She couldn't understand being pissed off for no reason. Maybe she needed to get our more, maybe it was the weather...or maybe she needed to talk about it. The empath realized she hadn't been keeping in touch with her friends. But then again, why burden friends with personal crap you can't quite explain? Yeah and she most certainly wasn't going to talk about how she felt to a stranger.

The longer her mind chatted with itself about how annoyed, flustered and lost she felt, the more pissed off and annoyed her general stance became. Marley's breathing was very offbeat, her fists were clenched and her eyes were narrowed as if she were looking for someone or something.

When she suddenly bumped into someone, instead of saying sorry or moving on, she pushed them. Marley normally would have looked at her oddly colored converse shoes and apologized before walking away. But this time not only did she push the stranger again, but she proceeded to yell at them.

"Right because it's so easy to bump into someone on a road that's like a bazillion feet wide!"

Who: Marley and OPEN
When: TBA
Where: On the way to the mausoleum
What: Anyone want to get in a little fight with an itty bitty pissed off empath? :3

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Who: Dante and (Open to many)
When: All day
Where: Dungeons
What: The crazed lycanthrope is finally behind bars

How had this happened? How had he ended up trapped behind silver-lined bars a prisoner instead of out in the wild a free man? How had he let that damn alchemist slip through his fingers alive, and well? The questions that plagued Dante's mind forced him into an almost fugue-like state of eerie silence. He no longer made any attempt to appear, or act normal. What was the point of it when everyone knew what he truly was? What they saw behind those bars was a stone cold killer. Someone who held human life in such small regard that he could squash it like a child squashed small bugs.

The look in his eyes revealed the emptiness of his soul - a dark abyss that could drown anyone who dared to look deep into them. His jaw was clenched tight, and his hands were balled into fists with his nails digging into his palms. Blood dripped onto the floor of his cell, and seeped in between the cracks in the stone. He sat on a chair in the corner of his cell partially hidden in darkness, and shadows. Dante's eyes glistened evilly even in his dim surroundings, and though he was behind fortified bars danger emanated throughout the dungeon as if he could reach beyond them to tear out your heart.

And so he sat in silence in the partial darkness. The guards and the rats were his only company, but at least he could catch the rats and snap their necks. It was the only release he had for his rage. There were at least a dozen on them on the floor - dead rats. Some were torn in half, others were lucky enough to just have broken necks. Some were missing their heads and limbs as if Dante plucked them off one by one. Like petals off a flower, Dante's victims were just as fragile, and just as expendable.

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: 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: Giles, Marley and Riley
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Audley Cottage
What: Midori owes Giles' a date. Tonight is the night and he's got two pain in the asses trying to offer advice before he tries to get laid the lucky event.

“If you keep following me, I’m going to lead you into my underwear pile.” Giles was trying to get away from his daughter who was stalking him throughout their cottage. Five bonus points on the Giles scoreboard for the brat actually showing interest in a conversation. On The down side, she was only interested because the midget Empath knew something was up. “When you think about it though, that’s a good thing. You could actually do something in this house. But start with my socks”

It took Giles awhile to realize there was a third party in the house and he only stopped for a moment to make an obvious face of irritation then continued on. “Who’s the blonde with decent sized funbags?” She was a short little thing, but he’d still do her. She looked of age so he wasn’t quite in the dirty old man territory.

( Riley gave an arch of the brow. Marley wasn’t kidding when she said her father was something else )

Who: Marley and Giles
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Garley forest cottage
What: Time to talk

Marley shifted in her seat, eyes looking downwards in attempt to convince herself she wasn’t trying real hard to get a certain someone to understand that she was tired of playing a waiting game. She tried a few things to get Giles to speak. Tapping her fingers obnoxiously, singing, sighing in ways that proved she was annoyed. But still she got nothing. It figured. She planned the perfect time to corner Giles while he was sitting down and now all she was granted was silence and frustration on her end.

Finally she put her feet up on the table and slid down so her shoes were near in her father’s face. “I’m going to keep trying to do something that irritates you until you start talking to me.” She waved a foot back and forth. “You can’t just grumble everyday when I try talking to you. You got to say something. Even if it’s just go away or something.” She folded her arms before she slid back in an upright position. Clearing her throat, Marley fumbled her fingers and held a much more serious expression.

“I’m serious. I know this is weird and all for you. But it’s not like it’s easy for me, either. Stop being so grumpy and just talk to me. It’s not like I expect us to hold hands and frolic around in the woods.” She shrugged, giving him a pout. “I’m a big girl. I've learned well. Lucky for you, you missed the hard work.” There was a teasing look in her eye. She figured if she poked at him a bit she could at least get some words in return.

Who: Everyone!
When: 6:30 PM
Where: The Beach, by The Tiki Hut
What: Zane and Amada's Wedding Reception!

OOC: Everyone is welcome to join the party! Start a new sub-thread to interact with others, or keep an eye out for open sub-threads for you to join! Or if you don't feel like interacting, type up a narrative for your character.

The sun's rays shining out from below the horizon signaled the start of the wedding reception to celebrate Zane and Amada's happy nuptials. The area around Loki's Tiki Hut was set up with festive tiki torches that illuminated the entire area all the way down to the rim of the lake. Each lamp was entwined in green vines and white flowers, and the sand here was also 'planted' with green grass to add to the tropical theme. The tables were decorated with floating candle and flower centerpieces and around each centerpiece were several glass blown wedding favors in the shape of sail boats. Each table also had small boxes of clamshell shaped chocolate for everyone to enjoy.

Soft music lingered in the air and though the night sky was filled with stars some of the fae-folk had enticed lightning bugs to come out and provide romantic lighting above the tables and dance floor. Dinner for the guests was set up buffet style with a variety of foods provided by the restaurant in town. Drinks — alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike — were provided by Loki and his Tiki Hut served as the bar. The ever enchanting Faye Capricia had agreed to the last minute request of providing live singing entertainment for the reception. The dance floor was nothing but the soft sand beneath their feet and, as much as it may have dismayed the bride, even the lake monsters joined in on the festivities as they sang their song and splashed around in the water.

All in all it was a beautiful reception with a little bit of everything for everyone to enjoy, and it was the perfect way to spend the evening in the company of friends or with a special someone.

Who: Logan and Marley
Where: Helicharis, near the library
When: Afternoon
What: Mmmm... Chocolate...


For months, eating for Logan was only the basic necessities. It was whatever they could find, eaten as quickly as possible so they could keep moving. Taste wasn't something that was worried about. It was just a matter of survival.

Now, here in Elysium, he was spoiled for things to enjoy. Everyone seemed willing to share things, because nothing cost any money.

Logan still wasn't used to it. He didn't know if he would ever be used to it. It was all... Overwhelming.

What Logan had missed the most during his journey was chocolate. Sweet, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate.

As it turned out, his sister shared his sweet tooth. She kept a good supply of chocolate in the house. Logan had snuck a bag of colorful, candy-coated chocolates into his backpack when he went out. They were like M&Ms, but not quite.... M&Ms, after all, didn't exist any more. But they were close. Close enough for Logan.

Logan had found a quiet place near the library. He reached into his bag and took out the chocolates. He took his time, opening the bag and inhaling the scent. It had been far too long since he had just enjoyed the scent of chocolate.

He took one of the colorful confections and placed it on his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the rich taste as it melted on his tongue. He licked his lips, trying to make the taste last. Oh, he had a whole bag of candy, but one thing the last few months had taught him was he needed to cherish ever moment like this.

WHO: Open to All (more than one character invited to join!)
WHEN: Just after sunrise
WHERE: On the road to Helicharis
WHAT: Finding dead things

Sunrise brought many things to the land, but one did not expect that death would be amongst them. And yet it was there in the middle of the gravel road that led straight into town. The scent of blood and dead flesh attracted flies and carrion crows alike. They hovered over the dead animal, buzzing around frantically as they searched for a place to land. Occasionally they would scatter when the dark birds would swoop in, picking through the ashen fur to get to the meat, while others simply went for remains of the organs that were spilled upon the ground. They cawed loudly at one another, fighting over the animal that lay there with passive, grey eyes that still looked out upon the world.

It was not a pretty sight. One could tell that this animal used to be a beautiful creature when it was filled with life. The reddish-grey fur held dark, black spots all over its body. The lifeless eyes peered out from what seemed to be a sweet face. The same reddish-grey color here was marked with black lines instead of spots streaking outward from the nose. Black tufts decorated the tips of its ears while the fur around its neck ruffed out like a collar. The animal's paws were huge and heavily padded and one could imagine that this animal was a stealthy hunter, one that could tread the forests without being seen or heard.

And yet somehow it was lying in the middle of the road. Dead, the victim of something that was either much bigger, or much stronger than it was. It had no chance of survival though it was obvious that it had put up quite a fight. The claws of the predatory cat were covered in blood and there were slight remnants of fur — or was it fabric? — still clinging to them. The cat itself had suffered from slashes from its opponent as well before it had fallen. A victim of a broken neck, obvious by the position of the head, or perhaps it had bled to death from the puncture wounds in its neck? Even more likely was the large slice across its belly that spilled its innards. Most of the larger organs were gone now, scattered along the way as it was dragged across the land, but for the most part the sinewy remains of the intestines, both large and small, were hanging limply from its body.

Nevertheless it was dead and out in the open for all to see. The question was whether or not anyone would take notice before the carrion carried away the body one piece at a time.