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15th of Saun

Joseph hated Scalvoris already, but it was a good place to hide for a man like him. Or so the Lamplights had told him. He hadn't been the same since his initiation, and the three of them...two of them...were still trying to sort out a working relationship. Sealing the bond, as the Lamplights had called it, hadn't been a hard thing for Joseph. He'd always been a bitter creature and the thought of finally having the power to punish those who hurt him had been monstrously appealing. He was in a dark and foul mood even though the sunlight beat down on him, and it really only took a little knowledge of the man to see why.

Joseph was short. Astoundingly short. Shorter than most women really. Just shy of five feet with a skeletal frame that made him appear even smaller. He walked with a lilting gait, keeping weight off of his left leg. His ankle was a ruined mess, and the foot beyond it not much use either. He wore a cobbled together brace of iron to keep everything below his knee straight enough to walk on with some semblance of normality...but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The muscles hadn't healed right, and any knocking or ill stepping made pain spiral up his thigh. If it got bad enough it would cramp, and cramps were enough to put the strongest man on his knees with agony. Joseph had enough tolerance by thirty years of life to power through such an episode but it didn't mean he wanted to trigger it.

"Why are we here?" he muttered under his breath.

'You mean you don't know?'
'Not anyone cares if people go missing here.'
'Not everyone cares, a few do.'
'We can avoid them easily.'
'Going through alleyways.'
'Hiding.'
'Hiding and waiting.'


It had taken him a while to get used to the speech. Whereever Oav left off Ari would pick up. He was slowly figuring out this Harvester was an odd one, even amongst Harvesters. Two halves of a whole, each sharing part of a mind and connected. They couldn't complete a single thought to themselves, but had to bounce off the other. Their personalities were distinct, but they were far more distinguishable as a unit. Ah well, according to them he'd have the rest of his life to figure them out. Right now, he needed a place to board his horse and store his things properly. He wasn't too afraid of being robbed but men like himself were often viewed as easy targets. That, and he kept having to use the horse to shove his way through the summer crowds. He was too small to forge his way through properly, and he was terrified of having his leg knocked around.

The animal beside him seemed to have little regard for him. The gelding was on the older side, and while it looked at him suspiciously, it was an attitude similar to Joseph's own. Daring him to try something. Joseph rather agreed with it; he could flay the horse but the horse would get in a few critical kicks that would lay him out. So their relationship was set; neither could kill the other without suffering greatly. The horse didn't seem to mind being used as a shield for Joseph's small frame, but the crowds were getting thicker and thicker. Soon he was having to ward people off with snarled insults. Being vicious was another piece of his armor. People avoided men who were spitting insults at them.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Joseph snarled at someone trying to wrestle a heavy cart past him. He clung close to the horse, but even the animal was beginning to stall in the crowds. Eventually, the animal stopped, stymied by the number of people. Was it market day or something? No amount of swearing was going to get him through. The horse and cart was really his only solace in the strange river of humanity flowing past him. Whenever he tried to get moving again, someone with a large cart, load of laundry, or bigger horse rumbled past him and blocked the lane. Anger welled up in him, and he yanked the horse to the left. He tried to make some sort of decision to move forward....and was promptly shouldered by a dock worker. The other man was massive, and due to Joseph's size it was less of a simple 'get out of the way' shove and more of decking him to the ground. Joseph was slammed right on his back, though thankfully close to the horse. He felt burning pain filter up his leg and hip from the strike, and he scrambled under the belly of the animal to get away from the crowds. Oh, if he ever saw that rotten shit again he'd have his intestines for rope.

Joseph crawled up and over the other side, seizing the horse's mane to get himself standing again. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the people around him. Really? They couldn't see what was going on? He was in pain and had no idea where to go. "Why won't you fucking move?" he snarled at the horse. The gelding seemed perfectly happy to be his crutch, but it wasn't fighting the crowd anymore. Joseph had little choice but to hold on, arms flung over the animal's back like a half-drowned kitten, to give his leg some rest.


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He stuck out like a sore thumb. The man was dwarfed by everyone around him and he walked with a very noticeable limp. People passing by cast glances his way, some worried and others irritated that he was holding them up. Sephira watched from a distance at the edge of the street where she was standing with two other Elements with flame shaped pins on their collars.

The woman looked on with a dark stare as the man struggled to make his horse move through the wash of bodies. A thin finger of cold raced up her back as she remembered the last time she had seen the same scene. Sephira had met Volker in the very same way, the old man had been trapped in a crowd and attempting to get his fearful mare to move. Something in her gut told her not to approach, and to simply let the cripple pass along and out of her life. Would she have chosen to avoid Volker that trial if she had been given a chance to go back in time? The mage bit her lip until the skin paled to white. The old Aberrant might still be alive if they had never had met, but then again he would have kept killing if he hadn’t been stopped.

Would she do it again? More than likely this fellow was harmless and simply needed a helping hand to get to wherever he was going.

Against her better judgement Sephira ignored the growing knot in her stomach and broke away from the pair of soldiers to push her way into the crowd. Something she couldn’t quite place her finger on drew her toward the cripple, perhaps it was curiosity...or perhaps it was stupidity.

As they say, curiosity did kill the cat.

The crowd flowed around Sephira, keeping a wary distance from her. Almost everyone in town knew who she was by now and it clearly showed by the cautious glances cast her way. Within a scattering of bits she stepped up to the gelding and placed her hand gently on the flank of the beast.

“Do you need a hand?” she asked coolly with a cocked brow. The Special Assistant was clearly a member of the military with the Onyx and Flame shaped pin glittering on the collar of her dark leather armor. It wasn’t unexpected to see a soldier offering help to someone in need so no one batted at eye at her actions. Regardless of her perceived good will Sephira’s swirling Biqaj eyes were flecked with a mix of silver, blue and umber hues, conveying her faint apprehension and caution to any that knew her well enough.

“New in town?” she asked crisply. While the question seemed innocent enough Sephira’s question was pointed and aimed at determining his reason for being here. She could easily Attune to him, but it was an act that she avoided when dealing with the citizenry. Unless she had concrete suspicions, the mage would withhold invading his privacy.
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Joseph felt the guards approaching. It was an instinct by now, like some horrible sense of hearing. The pity and suspicion drifted off of them like a stink he could taste. The rage simmering low in his head at the stubbornness of his animal threatened to explode outward. Joseph had a vicious temper, and like a cornered animal he was usually the one to strike first. Everyone expected him to be so grateful of help. Well he didn’t need help. Certainly not from city guards, at that. He struggled to get himself in a more dignified position and turned his large brown eyes on the woman approaching him. They flared out from bruised sockets that looked like he was forever healing from being punched. He seized a little bit of the gelding’s mane to pull himself upright, a bit of a petty torment for the idiot beast.

“No, I’m enjoying myself.” Joseph snarled at her. “I’m looking for the nearest butcher to put this miserable deaf wreck out of his misery.”

He made another effort to get the horse moving. It was listening to them, as indicated by an ear cocked back at his noisy owner and the guard, but still showed no interest in moving. Joseph turned his withering glare on the animal, for all the good it did. “You don’t happen to have a knife?” He grumbled at her. “And haven’t you heard? You’re getting an infestation of cripples this time of year. We like the cool weather.” His tone was sarcastic and caustic.

His leg was hurting and he could feel the Lamplights watching. He was starting to lose his temper with them. They were still so new to one another but the adjustment was rough on both ends. Joseph liked them well enough, but sometimes their curiosity felt a lot like being stared at in a cage. “Don’t you two have something better to do?!” He snapped at them, hovering unseen to others on the edge of his vision. As usual he just got amused titters from them in response. He put his forehead against the horse. Yelling at things that weren’t there; not the wisest move.

“The hell donyou want? Unless it’s to stick a pole up this gluepots asshole I want nothing to do with you.” Joseph growled at Sephira. He was very unlike Volker. Hostile. Most of the violence in his life had been directed toward him. The blackness on his soul wasn’t the deaths of others though he was dangerously close to stepping on that path.


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The stranger’s explosive response reverberated against the woman with little outward effect. She simply stood there with her eyes continually fixed on him. Within the confines of her mind Sephira was momentarily thrown off by the response; it had not been what she had been expecting. Her brows rose faintly but there was little else to indicate her surprise at the diminutive man.

Sephira allowed her hand to slide from the warm flank of the gelding as she took a step back from the man to give him a bit of space. He must have been a cripple for a long while to be so bitter at the idea of being helped by another. She had seen it before in others and Sephira herself was loathe to allow others to help her when he struggled with her own problems.

When asked if she had a knife, Sephira flicked her gaze down to the stranger suspiciously. She was clearly armed to the teeth with her saber and steel throwing knives affixed to her belt; however she had little to no interest in letting him borrow one of the blades.

Sephira affixed the fellow with a flat, unamused stare. Why had she even been concerned about this poor excuse for a man? He seemed to be nothing more than an irritable little rat that was peeved at the world for simply taking notice of him and his damn horse. However, her dismissal of him as a threat was utterly halted in its tracks when he shouted towards an empty patch of air. A severe frown creased Sephira’s lips until they were no more than a thin pale line.

“Talking to someone else?” she asked sardonically while keeping her pupils fixed on him like the gaze of a falcon. While waiting for him to reply Sephira pushed past the cripple and took up a position just ahead of the gelding. The crowd parted around her as she waved them back, some tossing curses her way, although she was quick to ignore them. The Element wanted to get him away from the crowd, even if he wasn't some sort of threat he was likely mad in the head to be talking to thin air.

The mage turned back with a scowl on her face when he continued in his tirade of insults.

“If you can stop being an ass for a trill, then I’ll get you and your horse to wherever you are going and we can both be on our way.” Her words were brusque and free from any hint of pleasantries. If he wanted to be a rude moron of a cripple then she would respond in kind. She had more important things to be doing rather than standing there and being insulted by the irritable tiny man.
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Joseph fell silent. Of course she'd noticed the outbursts, and he'd lost his temper. He regretted it instantly; yelling at the Lamplights seemed to produce no visible effect other than curiosity. The pair were infinitely curious about everything he was doing, and seemed to rely on their diminutive stature to lure in prey. Unfortunately for him due to his bad ear, they seemed to have plugged a direct line into his head at all times. They liked to speak into that ear, knowing he wasn't accustomed to sound barraging it...even if it wasn't truly sound. "No one you'd figure out." Joseph muttered sourly at her back. This new magic, while it was flooding him with power, was dangerous. Aberrants, he'd learned from the pair, came in three types. They burned bright and fast, tearing into everything like a meteor and scarring the earth. Or they burned low and slow, never truly realizing their potential while burrowing deeper and deeper into the strange relationship they'd found themselves in. The third was the rarest, and the one Joseph aimed to be. The balance between the two. First he had to survive long enough to make that happen.

He lifted his head high (or as high as he could) into the air and yanked nastily at the gelding's bridle. The sudden rough treatment rather than just verbal insults made the animal snort and plod forward. He didn't particularly want to admit that he had no idea where he was going. The Lamplights had been drawn here by something. Something they wouldn't tell him about, whether they found it amusing to withold or were genuinely worried about revealing it he had no idea. He followed Sephira, his eyes kept going to the rooftops. The Lamplights were there, hand in hand as usual, looking like children that had played in pitch. Honestly, if he hadn't known better he'd have taken them for mischievous street urchins or chimney sweeps, racing along the rooftops in a strange, jagged, distracted pattern.

'Never look up.'
'They never look up.'
'Or down.'
'Secrets would be lost to humans forever on the ceilings and floors.'
'It's surprising they look at the stars.'


Their voices were as loud as someone walking right next to him. The gelding had the good sense to just follow what was in front of him, but Joseph wasn't paying attention. The gelding stopped short as the pace threatened to overtake the woman, and Joseph crashed right into her back with a snarl of surprise.

'Maybe looking forward isn't so bad for them.' he heard Ari titter.

Joseph used the horse to stabilize himself and looked up at the buildings again. He saw the pair for a single moment, standing on the crest of a roof, Ari's hands on Oav's shoulders and that haunting grin on the latter's face. 'Making friends everywhere you go.' Oav chuckled. They leaned over, glancing down at the streets, then Oav lightly stepped off the roof. Ari followed, hand in hand, but the pair vanished before they'd fallen halfway to the ground. Joseph shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Maybe I am going insane." he mumbled. "Seeing spirits."

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There was a hint of movement just above her field of vision, Sephira caught herself glancing up just as whatever had been there simply vanished in a blur of motion. Perhaps it had been a bird or some other perfectly reasonable explanation. Her inner rumination was quickly brought to a halt when the cripple clumsily ran into her.

The mage sighed heavily with exasperation before her eyes refocused on his face.

‘Maybe I’m going insane.’

‘Seeing spirits.’


The words made the hair on the back of her neck prickle uncomfortably but the Element reigned in her instinct to Attune to him once again. A muscle in her jaw twitched as she turned to look back at the small man.

“Are you alright?” Just as the question left her lips Sephira fed a sliver of ether into her Attunement Spark. But instead of attuning to the man she slowly spread out her awareness into the area surrounding them, much how one might do when attuning to a city, although in a much smaller area. Her curiosity and worry had gotten the best of her and now she resolved herself to checking for anything nearby with a strange or inhuman Frequency.

As soon as her Attunement Spark fluttered into life she began sensing the nearby Frequencies of the people in the crowd. It was like hearing snippets of conversation in a crowded room, she didn’t attune to any of them, but she could feel their Frequencies through her Spark. The music of the Frequences surrounded her like a discordant orchestra. Notes associated with impatience and stress reverberated through the air amid the crowd. It was exactly what she would expect in the middle of a crowded street. However there was something in the background of that interwoven tapestry of music that made her tense with concern.

It was like hearing a piercing flute being played amid a group of violinists. The Frequency was bright like quicksilver and difficult for Sephira to grasp with her Spark. It slid through her fingers like oil and never seemed to behave like that of a normal mortal. There was something familiar to the alien Notes, something she had hoped to long since forget. It was dark and strange while being full of hunger. Whatever it was looked upon mortals like a predator looked upon prey.

Sephira’s hand went instinctually to the hilt of Wyvern. Whatever was the source of that Frequency was following she and the cripple. The Special Assistant changed their course slightly, guiding them away from the press of the crowd and toward a virtually empty side street. Once they were a safe distance away the mage turned, her eyes glinting with flecks of silver and black. The woman looked intently at the man, her gaze rife with a myriad of emotions and unspoken thoughts. She couldn’t quite decide what he was. There was concern in her face, and suspicion. Was he a mage? Is that why he was being followed? Was the creature riding in his wake like the spirit that had been bound to the Aberrant she had met before? Sephira regretted the way things had gone in that particular case, so she approached this man differently. Instead of approaching with a threat she opted instead for something resembling compassion. After all she was making a real effort in the military to ensure a higher quality of care for mages. Arranging training and education for those that had no mentors to help them.

Her voice was measured and calm when she spoke. There was no animosity or frost like before.

“I need you to tell me why you are being followed.” Sephira looked at him with knitted brows, all the while her hand remained gently laced around her saber’s hilt.

“Because I suspect that you know.” she said evenly. Sephira glanced out toward the busy street where she had last sensed the alien Frequency, her eyes flared with a subtle gleam of crimson light before turning back to him.
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Joseph followed her quietly, grateful to be heading into a calmer side street. The gelding was grateful for the lack of crowds, which meant Joseph's temper was a lot more even-keeled. There was more space for him to walk here, and he didn't have to be so protective over his own stature and his leg. It was humiliating to always act like a scared child in small crowds, afraid of being trampled or gods forbid, his leg being knocked around. The last thing he ever wanted was to be brought to his knees by one of the spiralling muscle spasms. He wondered for a moment if she'd caught on to the anxiety and tenseness he felt with the crush of people around him. She was looking at him strangely. Suspiciously? He couldn't be quite sure. He wanted to raise his hackles again, but found it more difficult when he could relax.

That calmer feeling dissipated when he saw her put her hand on her blade. Alright. An armed woman attacking a man who was ninety pounds soaking wet with a bad leg. He'd show her he wasn't so easily robbed. He gripped the reins of his horse a little tighter, his back tensing up when she turned to him. Being followed. Yes, the Harvester. If she'd figured it out, why wait to slash his throat? Why wait until he could get close enough to touch her or flay her? He backed up a few steps, hopefully out of reach of the blade. "Let go of the pig sticker." he said, just as suspiciously. Her eyes...was that red he saw in them? Was she a fellow Aberrant herself? Wouldn't Ari and Oav said something if that was the case?

'No, not one of ours.'
'No.'
'Harvester would have come by now.'
'Perhaps she knows of spirits?'
'Maybe.'
'Maybe.'
'Either way, I can't get you out of a jail cell.'


Joseph studied her for a moment. "If you think I am what I am...why haven't you attacked me yet?" he said slowly. If she examined him closer with her Attunement, she'd see a picture far different than Volker's. The violence in Joseph's life had all been done to him, not caused by him. He'd grown up in a foundling household abused by the woodcarver who'd taken him in. Starved so he never grew right. Leg twisted and broken several times over. A client of his foster father's had been an Aberrant, and therein had lay the key to his freedom. An offer by a Harvester, and the chance to destroy his old master. The house where daylight had been a privilege, and the Lamplights the only lantern. There was only one death on Joseph's hands, and it had been justified. He'd coalesced all of that hatred, rage and frustration into energy to fulfill the bond. They'd been getting used to one another in the half-season since. Joseph still didn't fully trust the Harvester, and the Harvester the same, but both sides were confident those growing pains would ebb away.

"You're a mage as well. I saw your eyes. What sort are you?" Joseph asked. Quietly. Guarded.


'Perhaps she thinks you are haunted.'


A loud explosive laugh from Ari. Joseph rubbed at his deaf ear. He hated having them talk like they were right next to his ear. Neither of them had figured out the trick to controlling it. Apparently disabled mages were even rarer than normal ones. Joseph glanced up. He could see a pair of black heads peeking out over the rim of a roof. They were hard to spot unless someone was specifically looking for them. It was incredible how childlike they looked. Laying on their stomachs, peeking over the rim of the roof. Joseph had to admit, they were being careful about where they appeared and how. They'd been shockingly accurate when they'd said humans never looked up. Joseph saw Ari cock his head, little glowing eyes on the weapon the guard was clutching.
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Hi!

This intervention applies to the PC Joseph. As a veteran player you are well aware of the rules, which include NOT posting IC until you have submitted your PC for approval. Literally, your pc has gone up for approval now despite the age of this thread.

Therefore, this thread is LOCKED and NEGATED. The rules apply to all players.

Sephira: You are awarded 15xp (which may be used for attunement) and the following knowledge:

Attunement: Taking in surrounding frequencies to detect anything abnormal or unnatural
Attunement: Note - Stress
Attunement: Note - Impatience
Attunement: Note - Hunger
Detection: Recognizing when you are being avoided
Psychology: Speaking to the air is abnormal behavior
Socialization: Being direct when pleasantries fail
Tactics: Moving to a less populated area to question a stranger
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